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louscartridge · 2 years

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mileven x reader

cw- semi un-edited bc im not doing this rn, violance, angst, i (kinda) changed some things, STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS!!, swearing, i forget tbh i wrote this like a month ago im trying yall.

request/sumerry- When you get a chance can you do a one shot with mileven x reader but in season 4 where instead of max, vecna goes after the reader instead and mike, Jonathan, will and eleven are there with Steve, max , Dustin and Lucas and they are there trying to help like the same thing with what happened to max at the cemetery but with the reader and they are visiting her dad that passed . And while Dustin was calling for nasty he gets in touch with mike and they are already back in and weren’t too far and then they see the reader begin to float and mike and el panic. Mike gets really angry because of what happened and fearful and that they should have came back sooner and basically fluff and angst. (Sorry this is a lot)

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the ride to the graveyard was painfully silent, you sat in the middle of el and mike, dustin in the passenger seat and steve in the driver's seat along with jonathan, will, max and lucas following behind you guys.

“turn here.” you said bluntly, staring out the window.

dustin turns his head around from the front seat to look at you “here?” you nod you head in response as he keeps looking at you for a few more seconds as steve turns into the graveyard.

“y/n?” mike hurriedly ran towards you with el following closely behind.

“guys please just wait in the car.” you yelled to them but this only served to make them run faster.

“y/n just wait! y/n, please.” mike pleaded while you kept walking up the hill to your dad’s grave.

“guys just wait-”

“just listen to me. just- please” mike pleaded, the two of them running even faster now.

“i know something happened back there with your mother.” he stated but his tone revealed how worried he was. there was a pregnant pause, everyone quiet for a moment.

“was it vecna?” el asks quietly trying to make eye contact with you, but you look everywhere that isn’t her.

she carefully studies your movements, the way you avoid eye contact with both her and mike more than usual, the way you chewed your lip anxiously, the way you absentmindedly fiddled with the zipper on your jacket.

you notice your actions and decide to look up at el. you held the eye contact for as long as you could, but you had to break it away.

“i told you; im fine. okay?” you can feel the tears welling in your eyes.

“i mean, im as fine as someone who’s hurtling towards a gruesome death can be.”

you trailed off, brushing the stray tears that fall off of your cheeks. quickly blinking the tears away, you look at mike, then down, then back to your left. it was quiet again for a second and you could see el going to move but she changes her mind.

“y/n.” mike says again but doesnt say anything after, nor do you.

el then decides to move again but goes through with it this time, pulling you into a hug. you dont hug her back but she still stays there, he arms wrapped around your torso tightly. when she doesn’t remove herself after a while, you open your arms, unwrapping hers from you. she thought you were going to hug her back but when you didnt she steps back to where she was before, next to mike.

“you know you can talk to us.” mike assures you.

“yeah, i know that.”

“okay, then why do you keep pushing us away?”

mike huffs when you don’t respond.

“okay look,” mike pulls a letter out of his back pocket, motioning to el and she quickly does the same.

“we dont need a letter. we dont want a letter. just talk to us. talk to your friends. they’re right here. we are right here.”

“okay? we’re here” el adds.

“just wait in the car. i wont be long.” you ignore both of them and run to your father’s grave.

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you swear you had been staring at your dad’s grave for hours now but surely you hadn’t, steve would be nagging at you to come back down.

“dear ronnie. i dont even know if you can hear this but i’ll say it anyway. two years ago i would have said ‘that’s ridiculous, impossible.’ but that was before i found out you would be dragged into me and my friend’s dangers, so.... im just going to get to the point. so much has happened since you left. me and mom started getting into fights. bad fights. i dont think she could stand being here without you. so she left. and she didnt leave me much. ive been living with my boyfriend and i got another job with steve. basically ever since you left, everything’s been.. a total disaster. and the worst part is, i cant tell anyone where you’ve gone. that you saved el’s life. that you saved my life-”

you stop for a moment, the tears welling up in your eyes blurring your vision.

“i play that moment back in my head all the time. and sometimes i imagine myself running to you, pulling you away from it all.”

you stopped again to wipe a tear.

“i imagine that if i had, that you would still be here.” you continue to read the letter you wrote for him about 2 hours ago, inbetween sniffles and sobs.

“everything would be right again. i imagine that we- that we couldve- that we couldve had a good, or at least better relationship. like- like a real father and child. i know that’s stupid. you hated me. i hated you. but i thought maybe. maybe we could try again.”

at this point you could feel steve, el, and mike intensly staring at you so you looked over to them but they all turned away and dustin started talking to steve acting as if they weren’t all being the nosy-ist people alive right now.

you roll your eyes irritably, looking back at your dads grave and down to the paper in your hand and continued reading your painfully long letter.

“but thats not what happened. i just- i just stood there. and i watched. for a while i tried to be happy. normal. but i.... i think a part of me died that day too. and i haven’t told anyone this. i- i just cant.”

you flip the letter over taking in a deep breath, ready to finish this. you cursed to yourself, annoyed at how long you had made this, hoping you didn’t make everyone else’s as long.

“if you can even hear this; i really hope that you can... im sorry... im so so sorry ronnie. love your shitty child y/n.”

as you closed the letter you could hear thunder crashing above you and the sky began to darken quickly.

then you started hearing... clocks? you were outside, there are no clocks?

“y/n...” a familar voice drags.

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steve looks at his watch, impatiently tapping his finger on the car door.

“alright, its been long enough.” steve says firmly, walking up the hill to y/n.

“steve just give her some time.” mike protests.

“i have.”

“y/n!” steve yells making his way up to you but you dont respond.

“time to giddy up, yeah?” he pants lightly hitting your shoulder, but you still don’t respond.

he steps in front of you seeing your eyes glossed over with white, your body completely frozen. he grabs your shoulder, shaking it roughly.

“y/n? y/n. y/n! y/n!” each time he says your name the panic in his voice rises.

“y/n…” the familiar voice says.

the voice is distorted, preventing you from knowing who it could be, all you know is that you’ve definitely heard the voice before.

“i’ve been waiting to hear those words, y/n.” you cant pinpoint where the voice is coming from. it surrounds you, almost like it’s coming from you. you slowly stand up and walk around in a circle, searching for where it could be coming from. you were still in the graveyard, except you cant see anyone who had come with you.

“i waited so very long.”

the voice starts to manifest itself in front of you, and you see someone slowly walking up to you.

“dad?”

“wake up!” steve shakes you still trying to get you out of your trance-like state. “hey!” he lets go of your shoulder to clap next to your ear.

“hey, are they ok?” will ask jonathan who is sat next to him. they still haven’t gotten out of the car.

“what do you mean?” max laughs behind will, sitting sideways facing lucas because they had been playing pattycake.

“nice job letting Jonathan answer!” lucas snickers hitting max’s hand harder than before.

“no, shut up. listen. do you hear that? that’s steve yelling.”

jonathan rolls down his window and sticks his head out.

“hey are they ok?” he shouts to everyone infront of him. he doesn’t wait for a reply, quickly getting out of the car.

dustin looks up from above the car, standing on the bottom of the door, lucas slowly getting up off of the hood of the car, and mike and el get off the trunk of the car looking up to where you and steve are.

“ohh something is wrong” el whispers, steve calling your name still echoing throughout the graveyard.

“guys!” steve shouts to everyone at the bottom of the hill, waving frantically and motioning for them to come up and help. el was the first one to start running, and the first person to reach the top of the hill.

———

time. time seemed to be going by so slowly. you felt like you’d been in this place for hours but your logic told you that you couldn’t have been. you assumed you were in the upside down, your surroundings were familiar and you recognised them from the last time you were here. all of a sudden the sound of the chiming clocks stopped, and all that could be heard was your heavy breathing and the cruel words and assumptions your dad spat at you.

“you have sometimes wished to follow me.” he growled. he just wouldn’t stop. one thing after another but then he pauses, the sound of clocks starting up again.

“follow me into death - that is why i am here y/n.” you rapidly start shaking your head and start saying ‘no’ over what he’s saying, trying to drown out his voice.

“to end your suffering once and for all.” he boomed.

you didn’t even realize he was walking closer and closer to you and you were walking backwards until you fell, you breathing getting heavier.

looking back up to your dad - suddenly he didn’t look like your dad anymore. instead this creature was a lot taller than him, wider too. it looked as if he didnt have the first few layers of skin. all pink and purple and covered in veins. you stare at the thing in fear and confusion, unable to take your eyes off it.

it was vecna.

“it is time y/n” it says tauntingly slow with more distortion than before.

“time for you to join me.”

you quickly get up, tripping and contiue to run as fast as you can. where? you dont know. but you just ran.

———

“y/n! y/n you gotta get outta there!” mike says shaking your shoulder roughly.

“can you hear me?” el speaks into your ear, stood next to mike waving her hand infont of your face.

almost everyone was yelling frantically, desperate to try and wake you up.

however steve wasn’t. he kept pacing back and forth behind everyone, and jonathan watched him pace until he remembered a certain someone.

“oh my god nancy! did anyone hear from nancy yet? is she ok?” jonathan quickly says, now pacing himself as steve stops to look at him. nancy and robin. they were supposed to be talking to victor creel about this to see if he could help.

“call nancy and robin!” steve yells out of nowhere pulling dustin’s shirt, and pushing him towards the car.

“go get ‘em! call nancy and robin! go!”

the continued shouting drowns out the sound of dustin rolling and falling as he heads for the car.

“shit!” “shit shit shit! shit shit shit!” he curses, running faster than he had ever ran before.

this is his best friends significant other and he was not going to let them die. no matter what.

after missing the walkie a few times he finally got it. “nancy? robin? do you copy? this is a code red. do you copy?” he yells into the font of the walkie talkie. “shit. robin!” he yells even louder, still not getting a response.

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you’d been running so fast, your legs ached and you desperately tried to pull air into your lungs. you stop, hiding behind a brick wall. leaning on the wall, you slowly peek around the corner and see the vecna again. you whip your head back around suddenly.

“you cannot hide from me y/n” vecna continued to threaten you.

———

“robin where the hell are you? this is a code red! i repeat! this is a code red!”

“dustin it’s robin. we copy.”

“holy shit finally. please please please tell me you have this shit figured out!” he exclaims in frustration and relief. if anyone were to see him now they would think of a baby throwing a tantrum.

climbing onto the roof of the car, he balls his hand into a fist and jumps up and down. “guys i got nancy!” he yells over to everyone even though he wasn’t sure anyone could even hear him above the sound of their own screams.

“ok so long story short-” robin was cut off by jonathan.

“nancy!”

“jonathan?”

“oh thank god you’re ok!”

“no no no! now is not time for this! robin please continue.”

———

“mike! el!” you yell still running. you have no idea where your running you just have to run.

“mike please help me! el!” you soon come to a stop, the air turning red and rapidly making its way towards you. you look around, deciding that you have no other choice and walk straight into it.

———

“music?”

“music!” robin and nancy tell dustin that if they find out y/n’s favorite song it should snap her out of her day-dreamy state. dustin hurriedly gets down from steve’s car and runs over to jonathan’s.

jonathan watches the boy for a second while being confused. “what are you doing?”

“max’s backpack. i need max’s backpack!”

“it’s in the back somewhere”

dustin quickly swings open the door and gets her backpack.

“found it!” he grabs it, tipping it upside down and dumping everything out onto the seat. he gathers all of the cassettes and the cassette player in his arms and runs up the hill, jonathan following him. a few of the tapes fell from his arms but jonathan made sure to pick them up.

———

you walk carefully through the red fog, sounds of creatures snarling around you and leaves and branches snapping underfoot.

in front of you was a horrible storm, but there was no rain. just booming thunder and crackling lightning.

the entire place was almost as dry as a desert, the only moisture being the pools of blood on the ground. you began to hear screams and saw a building coming into view before you, similar to a castle.

it’s daunting, but you make the decision to walk further towards it, hoping one of the doors in the building could be a way out. you had come so far already, right?

———

dustin and jonathan finally return to the others, gasping for air and dropping the tapes on the ground in front of everyone.

“what is this?” el asks, somewhat startled from the two boys’ sudden approach.

dustin wastes no time in getting to the point.

“what’s her favorite song?”

“why?”

“robin said if she listens...”

as dustin explains as quickly as possible, steve looks at jonathan, slightly flailing his arms about. jonathan is still panting and warm from the run up the hill, and peels off his black jean jacket and disposes of it on the ground before walking up to him.

“do you think it’s gonna happen to me too?” will asks, his voice shaking as he stares at the group with tears in his eyes.

“huh?”

“i mean..what if it already happend to me? this has happened to me before remember? a few years ago. it was one of my episodes. mom came to pick me up from school and i was in the middle of the field, pretty much like this.”

“i- i cant hear you” jonathan speaks loudly, unsure if his brother can hear him over the yells of dustin and the others.

“what! is! her! favorite! song!”

———

slowly lifting up your foot after hearing a rather unpleasant crunch, you look down to see a bunch of white balls and tiny spiders crawling out from under your shoe.

vecna was saying things to you but you couldn’t even fully hear what he was saying, sounds were just fading in and out.

you turn around quickly, sensing something but soon wish you hadn’t.

chrissy cunningham, bones all broken and twisted, eyes drooped down and big black tenticals wrapping around her and into her mouth.

you soon realised this was more than just chrissy. it was everyone who had suspiciously died. mangled and broken and tied around trees that surrounded you.

all of a sudden you started turning back around but not willingly. it felt almost as if a force was dragging you, forcing you to turn around.

“would you like to join them, y/n?” vecna said, still in the same distorted, taunting voice.

you couldn’t move. you couldn’t run. you couldn’t walk. just blink and breathe.

“i’ll give you a head start.” and with a snapping sound you could move again. not wasting a second you immediately started running.

“el! mike! help!” it was no use. you knew it was. you were in the upside down and were going to die and you knew it. “will! someone help! please!” you sobbed more and more with each word. “wi-” your words were cut off by one of the vines coming up and wrapping around your ankle, pulling you down to the ground, dragging you back to where vecna was. you had never screamed this loud before. you could only hope the sound of your screams could be heard by someone or rip a hole in the upside down somehow. once you got to the nearest tree you were too wrapped around it, your airway being cutoff, breathing becoming increasingly more difficult. the horrifying realisation that you would die here began to sink in. there was only one difference between you and the people around you: they were dead. you were almost there.

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after el finally told dustin y/n’s favourite song, dustin and will started flipping through the cassettes, hoping that max has the tape.

“which one is it?” dustin asks helplessly to no one in particular.

“did she say running up that hill?” max whispers to herself.

“what?” will responded quietly.

“i think i have the tape they’re looking for.” max says moving her arm, shuffling things around in her pocket. “please please please...yes!” she says triumphantly. “dustin?” max shouts, waving the tape in the air.“guys!” she shouts a little louder.

el turns her head. “what?!” lucas, mike, dustin, and steve all yell together, looking impatiently at max.

“oh thank god.” lucas whispers but barely enough for anyone to hear it.

“where did you even get that?” mike asked anxiously, breaking the silence.

“i was listening to it earlier.” max commented, passing the tape to dustin.

“thank you” el slightly smiles, looking over at max.

“okay! headphones!” steve clapped making dustin quickly place the headphones on y/n

.“now!” dustin yells, signalling for mike to press play on the cassette player.

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the straining sounds coming from you were fading, your desperate movements of trying to shift the vine from around you began to slow down. the sound of kate bush could be heard and a hole seemed to be burning its way into the air. it was like a portal, you could now see into the graveyard through it and hear sounds from the real world, the voices of your friends, the sounds of people talking and birds twittering too. you could hear them yelling to you,

“y/n wake up!” and “come on y/n we’re right out here!” can be heard coming from the portal.

“they can’t help you, y/n.” vecna says as the vine starts tightening around you even more. you were getting lightheaded from the lack of air. “theres a reason why you hide from them” he continues, inching closer to you.

thunder in our hearts

“you belong here. with me.” “you’re not really… here” you manage to cough out. “oh but i am, y/n. i am” before you could even process what he had said, he lifted his big hand and stuck his long, sharp pink fingers into your face.

and if i only could, i’d make a deal with god, and i’d get him to swap our places

“wh-why is she floating?” el stutters.

“isn’t that what eddie said happened to chrissy before she died?” will said, fear in his voice.

“y-yeah” lucas breathed.

“y/n!” el cried. she had only just gotten you back. you had just stopped ignoring her and the attention you were giving them isn’t the nicest, but you were getting somewhere. she cant lose you again. she can’t lose you for good. “y/n please! please dont die, y/n!” el continues to scream and sob.

the entire time, throughout everyone’s efforts, mike just looks on silently. he says nothing. he felt like he was gonna pass out as if he had been screaming for ages when in reality he hasn’t said anything. he takes el’s hand and pulls her towards him and she latches onto his arm still crying incoherently and calling out your name.

you could see the little people you knew as your best friends through vecna’s fingers. they looked so tiny but you could see them. you could hear them. you could see and hear el. “y/n please! please dont die, y/n!” you heard the sobbing of el. you felt so bad, you had been ignoring her and being a bitch to her, you regretted it so much now. you don’t want the last thing you ever said to her to be “just wait in the car. this won’t take long.” you were pushing her away. not just el but mike too. you were pushing away everyone.

“we don’t want a letter. we’re right here.”

“this tastes so good!”

“oh! i like this dress a lot!”

“y/n… friends don’t lie”

you started thinking of memories that you have with el, mike, you and the rest of the party hoping it would snap you back or something.

let me steal this moment from you now

“mike did you hit play?” dustin asks impatiently, looking back and forth to his bestfriend and then to his bestfriend’s s/o.

“yes i hit play!”

“so if the music is on why isn’t it working?”

“i dont know! you’re the one with all the information!”

“guys we can’t do with this arguing right now!” steve interrupts making the two of them go silent besides some heavy breathing.

come on baby, come on darling, let me steal this moment from you now

“see? zoomer.”

“the movie was complete shit but the popcorn was good so it’s whatever”

“oh- i… i dont know how to dance”

“i don’t want you to go”

“you’re doing great!”“

“this is your first time having ice cream?”

memory after memory replayed in your head, eyes closed, the vision of all the memories of your friends along with the voices of your friends and your favorite song. you felt.. airy? floaty? you couldn’t describe how it felt but you know it felt good. digging your nails into the vine on your right arm, you heard a squelching and a squeak and pressure being lifted off of your arm, signalling that the vine had released itself from you. you confidently brought your hand up to vecna’s neck and dug your hand into his neck, causing him to grunt in pain and fall over.

the rest of the vines then released you from their shared pain. you fell down off of the tree and fell on your side hearing a soft crack and a sharp feeling in your rib.

“i hope the injuries i get in here aren’t mirrored in real life’ you thought to yourself.

pushing yourself up, you wince in pain, but immediately start running towards the portal-type hole. almost there. however, before you could get too far away, vecna got up and started making a gravestone fall almost on top of you. you fall and wince at the pain again but get up only to be covered in someone’s blood from the puddles all over.

and if i only could, i’d make a deal with god, and i’d get him to swap our places

you were so close now, but it was taking you so long to get there because of the gravestones and now fenceposts that were being thrown at you. you had so much blood covering you the leaves were sticking to the soles of your shoes, causing you to slip a few times.

be runnin’ up that road, be runnin’ up that hill, be runnin’ up that building

“are you sure this is their favourite song?” max asks nervously.“you didn’t see any of the other tapes in there that might be it?”

“no no this is it!” el was so sure that it was.

“then why is it taking so long?!” mike snaps tighting his grip on el’s waist. she tries to step away from him. el was irritated. she understood that a lot was happening right now and how everyone was under so much pressure and stress. she just wished she still had her powers to try and do something to help. something more than just tell them a name of some silly song.

say if i only could, i’d make a deal with god

so...close…you were so close you could see yourself floating and your friends under you yelling your name. you let this spur you on, you ran faster and faster, or maybe it was just time making it seem that way?

“y/n!” everyone was yelling for you, dustin being the loudest of course.

suddenly you gasp and everything looks normal again. well, everything but the height you were at. you quickly fall down onto the ground and everyone spreads out away from you and away from eachother. even mike and el. but no one stayed far apart for long when they heard you gasping.

“y/n! y/n!” you hear at the same time as you feel someone grab you by the arms and lift you up. you yell at the sudden contact, unsure of who was touching you.

“it’s steve! it’s steve! you’re okay!” he says while quickly letting go of you. the touch was soon being replaced by a pair of arms wrapping tightly around you, who you soon realised was mike when you saw his familiar t-shirt. you expected your rib to be aching from mike’s arms being wrapped around you but it didn’t, nor were you covered in blood. you didn’t seem to be physically injured at all.

you keep gasping in shock and not used to the sudden normal amount of air into your lungs and grip mike’s lower arm with your hand to steady yourself.

“its ok. its ok. its mike. ok? its me mike” he whispers into your ear a few times, helping you to slow your breathing back down.

“el. el! where’s el?” you asked desperately, still panting. you detached your arms from mike and turn around.you see el standing behind you, tears silently slipping down her cheeks.

“i thought we lost you” el starts sobbing again as she speaks, her bottom lip folding.

“no, no i’m right here. see?” you pat your body and spin around, displaying to her that you had come back.

el lets out a breath she was holding in despite her sobbing before quickly running up to you and giving you the tightest hug either of you would ever experience.

“its hard to breathe to begin with el” you wheeze and laugh a little.

“right. sorry.” she lets go immediately but you can see the relief present in her face. “i’m kidding, it’s okay. hey listen, i need to tell you this quickly and i wanna talk to you more about it along with mike too but im so sorry.i don’t know why i was ignoring you guys and being an absolute bitch when i wasn’t ignoring you. you guys probably would’ve helped me through everything and im so sorry.”

“i love you, please give me another chance, even though we never actually broke up but-” your ranting was cut off by el awkwardly pulling your shoulders towards her and kissing you. despite the awkward hold she had on your shoulders the kiss was extremely comforting

.“of course i will and im sure mike will also. and i love you too”

no matter how many times you had heard it from her or mike it never failed to give you butterflies.

“hey! i walk away for two seconds and you guys are making out? what’d i miss?” mike jokingly yelled to you both while jogging over to you guys as if you didn’t almost just die.

you and el turned and looked at eachother and started giggling then look back at mike. “what?” he chuckled.

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punkscowardschampions · 1 year

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Janis & Jimmy Pt.2

Janis: [right, against any better judgment we have to show up because we do care about you and we need you to know that we meant we’d be more there for you, never mind all the stuff you said about being SURE you’d wanna kiss him lollollol it’s FINE]

Jimmy: [if it doesn’t happen I’ll be more surprised than if it does because you can’t tell me the whole him wanting to die and her thinking he was gonna do it doesn’t give the same energy as thinking Casey is gonna go to prison and look what happened then, but ANYWAY, he’ll have made her a cup of tea and her fave sandwich so at least give her that first]

Janis: [MHMM, it’s the exact same scenario, essentially, our emotions are as out of control, hence it’s v amusing to me you went to the shop to get him the biscuits you promised, ‘cos what a casual daze you’re in, excuse us clients, excuse us world, give him these like it’s a trade]

Jimmy: [open them and eat one even though you’ve clearly never been less hungry in your life than you are rn because the floodgates have been opened on how he actually feels for the first time since the catatonic era, like he’s literally just spent this entire month disassociated because can’t tell Bobby the tea, but now you can’t put it back in the box because you’ve acknowledged it, nbd, such fun, we also won’t talk about the elephant in the room that is Libi’s wrapped gift on the table ready for her to take because despite what he said about taking her out and he does want to, he thinks he will let her down and not be able to do it so]

Janis: [likewise giving this sandwich a ridiculous amount of concentration and attention, because the herd of elephants in the room that we do need to address and intend to because never trying to give the message of you shouldn’t have said that, done that, when we know damn well how he’s been coping because of course and we would ALWAYS rather he was here and honest and real than just hanging on and not dealing with anything; obviously we keep sneaking peeps at you and then have to do a little laugh like for fuck’s sake because what else can we ‘how are you, then?’ like really, and since we talked and now I’m here]

Jimmy: [gonna say he looks up at her too just before the laugh so he can join in with it like what are we like, just because I can and it’s real, soz not soz ‘What kind of question is that?’ again but with a lot more feeling than it suggests because he’s feeling all the things obvs, quiet af but he’s not looked away so ‘I-’ of course he’s not finishing that sentence, when does he ever]

Janis: [sorry we would be 😁 at you laughing, we just would ‘you’ as if its an answer to his I, like yeah, you’re here ‘I’ve missed you’ also still maintaining eye contact and being quiet about it all because sincerity is scary but we have missed having you in our life]

Jimmy: [the lil smile he can’t help but do at her 😁 is UPSETTING me because it’s tiny and weak but it is there, if only for that brief moment before they are then speaking ‘you’ because she’s here and we’re not okay about it in any way whatsoever, he has too many feelings right here and right now ‘I can’t stop’ because you can’t tell me he hasn’t missed her every second of every day, he just has]

Janis: [making a tiny noise that I can only describe as a !! one when he smiles because you are literally that overwhelmed that there’s no other response/nor the ability to stop yourself making that one, I imagine you’ve sat on separate sofas to give that space at first but we’re sliding our sandwich across the coffee table and moving to sit on yours, even if with the middle seat between y’all ‘you can’ as in like, let’s be around each other, at least more than not seeing each other in a month]

Jimmy: [for me it’s how LOADED his ‘can I?’ is because the way he’s looking at her and then literally reaching out to do the ? of it on her skin with his fingertip, a typical Jimothy move, let’s say on her arm or the back of her hand if she doesn’t have the bare skin otherwise because it needs to be]

Janis: [the way we’re shuddering at this contact is so dramatic but so real, using it to your advantage to nod like that’s all you were doing there, not losing it, reflexively grabbing his hand so now you’re just holding hands]

Jimmy: [looking at their hands for the kind of second that feels like it has lasted forever because of how !! you both are before he’s then using their joined hands to pull her across the gap so they are sitting next to each other and v close, so gently but it’s really dramatic because it’s him and he’s doing something]

Janis: [just nudging your way under his arm with your head, putting one arm over him around his waist and looking up like IS THIS OKAY because we don’t want to make the wrong move that sends you running away from us, draw your own ? on his hand too, just to be doubly sure here, not like our hands are shaking or anything]

Jimmy: [we ALL know that his breathing is as shaky as her hands are and that when she looks up at him he’s looking at her lips because of how badly he wants to kiss her in that way peeps aren’t even aware they are doing, and likewise licking his own chapped af depression lips in the same involuntary manner, all of that in the space of a few seconds but it’s so much I can’t cope actually, rubbing his thumb over her ? like he’s crossing it out because it is okay, that’s blatant]

Janis: [carefully picking up his hand and kissing the tip of that thumb so gently that you’re, again, trembling from the restraint and all the emotions that you’re barely holding back, using your own thumb to rub the saliva across his lips like its vaseline ‘the tea’ croaking because you’ve been barely breathing here, never mind talking, like you’re parched because the only non-emotional thing your brain could grab onto there, obviously]

Jimmy: [sis, a tear will be rolling down his cheek for the same reasons of restraint and overwhelming emotions, but the kind you don’t even notice because we’re too in this moment and hyper aware of everything each other is doing, and then his own tiny and almost silent but very much not in this proximity !! noise when she touches his lips like that, obvs, before he’s then picking up a mug, it doesn’t matter whose as long as it’s closest, we aren’t looking or caring and bringing it to her lips, v carefully and lovingly]

Janis: [not you essentially moaning his name because he’s crying and there’s no other way that ‘Jimmy’ you do involuntarily was going to sound right now, just picking this tear up with our thumb to rub that on your lips too like this is a helpful thing to do and not just something you simply must do; our !! EYE CONTACT over this mug as we’re taking sips because your mouth is open of its own accord so you have to or drown here]

Jimmy: [I simply can’t stop him from putting this mug down with purpose and kissing her and I shall not, we can’t talk about the intensity of it or I will die though, like there is nothing soft about this, it’s as close to hard as he’ll ever get because do feel like we’re drowning tbh and he is pulling her closer to him at the same time because won’t be satisfied unless their bodies are literally merged together]

Janis: [thank the lord its lunch time because the noises that we’re making because we cannot be any more overwhelmed in this instant, kissing him back with the matched intensity we don’t need to try for, holding either side of his face like you can’t let him move away]

Jimmy: [mhmm, so glad Bobby can’t walk in on this because likewise, he’s reacting like his old self in a way that he wouldn’t have for so long, including the creation of baby Jac in that because we all know that wasn’t this vibe, and I cannot express how that makes me feel, it cannot be overstated that he’s kissing her like his life depends on it because in this moment it does and he can’t and won’t stop kissing her even to take a breath because he’s too scared if he does it’ll break whatever spell there is over this moment that’s letting him feel things]

Janis: [we’re just here repeatedly pulling you into us as if there’s any way to be closer, pushing against you every time we do, dragging your tongue into our mouth and sucking it like that’s how you’re getting any oxygen as opposed to also killing yourself with this kiss]

Jimmy: [hard same, there’s no way to get closer but that’ll never stop him trying, simply gotta cling to her for dear life in a way that would genuinely start to hurt after a while because it’s so tight and he will not let go, moaning her name the way she did his except not at all because it’s into her mouth and so !!]

Janis: [when you could not be more about it and that’s very obvious, wrapping our own legs around you in a hold that we will not break ‘again’ into his mouth too]

Jimmy: [he couldn’t be more about it either and how obvious that would be would lowkey shock him because clearly has not been turned on by anything in such a long time, and to this degree, who knows when, hence when he does do it again it’s even more !!! than before]

Janis: [will be dryhumping you there’s 0 chance we aren’t, when I just know that you can feel how wet she is through her leggings too, repeating his name a bunch of times as if not to be outdone here]

Jimmy: [as if not to be outdone, really going for it dryhumping her back, no notes, other to add that he’s gonna say ‘you’re so’ with all the feeling ever, basically as a moan, for all the things it can and does mean]

Janis: [‘you’ because we can’t deal with how you feel and how that’s making us feel everything right now ‘I’ve been ready for you since [a point in your text convo when you were talking about first kissing him]’]

Jimmy: [‘you’ because always, but the only response to the rest of what she’s said is to try and remove her leggings which is impossible because y’all won’t let there be a mm of space between you even at this moment and he also won’t stop kissing her really dramatically either]

Janis: [trying your best to help but that leads you to just grinding on him even more and distracting you nearly as much as the kisses ‘like this’ into one kiss like we can do it like this]

Jimmy: [the sounds he is making rn, iconic, not at all mad that these clothes are still exactly where they were, simply can’t be]

Janis: [we’re so heart eyes about it ‘tell me how it feels’ as if his noises are coherent and you understand completely]

Jimmy: [keep on making them, boy, nothing in the world could stop you rn + another ‘I-’ for the totally opposite vibe to the one you did earlier, just because]

Janis: [‘you’ being SO out of control and loud because you are DYING, pulling him down again in an effort to get him closer, using his hair to do so]

Jimmy: [‘you’ back in a way that’s again as if not to be outdone but really he’s just likewise DYING ‘I need-’ but as if that’s a full sentence with all those words together because it is]

Janis: [‘I’m here’ as you’re making your own frantic attempts to undress with no success because you’re being squashed and suffocated and aren’t trying to fight that]

Jimmy: [my brain here like if you were more like your brother sir you’d have already ripped them, RUDE, we can leave it out with the comparisons rn thank you ‘stay’ like she’s trying to go anywhere remotely atm but you know]

Janis: [I had the exact same thought, only reason we have not are all the obvious like should not be here doing this so let’s not have that dead giveaway, these kisses are getting messier and needier by the second meanwhile, just here making little whimpering sounds]

Jimmy: [I said no talk of comparisons but here we are because here he is throwing out a ‘baby’ in response cos I’m soz but he started it, yes as a fake dating pisstake but then sincerely, absolutely KILLING me because it’s the same word but you know damn well he’d be saying it different to how Casey says it so it’s almost not]

Janis: [🥺 before our eyes are rolling to the back of our head here ‘you- say you want me to cum in your lap’ as a only just coherent sentence]

Jimmy: [not him actually saying it but every word feels like its own sentence because of how punctuated it is with kisses and everything else]

Janis: [you know we’re going to because everything about that has us shaking anew in a way that goes through our whole body like a shockwave]

Jimmy: [‘where do you want us to?’ don’t ask me how that’s a full sentence because god knows it isn’t a coherent one with how close he also is to actually fully losing it]

Janis: [just using the last of your energy to wriggle your way down to his crotch because ‘my pretty face’ obviously]

Jimmy: [you gotta do it, of course you have, really hope your work trousers aren’t fiddly af to undo because not the time or the place for faff, he’s about to die]

Janis: [doing our best to help you like we aren’t an absolute mess because of how dead we are and how badly we want it, not closing our eyes but definitely sticking our tongue out as far as we can]

Jimmy: [normally he would be the exact sort of boy to close them for her so she doesn’t have to go back to work with an eye patch but he’s too feral rn and he can’t come to the phone, emotions and horniness levels are too high]

Janis: [just getting closer to him so he can feel your breath and probably a little bit of spit from holding this position and generally being feral]

Jimmy: [that’ll send him because you know 1. He wants her close af and 2. He can probably also feel some of her hair tickling him and these boys are both obsessed by it so, will just be playing with said hair while this occurs nbd]

Janis: [just here dying anew at your reaction and having your hands in our hair again, just resting one side of our face against your thigh, looking up at you so !!]

Jimmy: [he will start crying when he’s done, more than the one tear from earlier but not like sobbing obvs, but not because he’s sad only because it is so !! and overwhelming, and the difference would be obvious so it’s not like oh no oh no]

Janis: [start hugging his leg before working your way up to his torso so you can full body hug him and be squeezing him as tight as you can whilst still feeling so weak from the intensity of what just happened]

Jimmy: [likewise can blatantly barely hug her back compared to how tightly he was clinging to her before because y’all’s energy has been totally zapped by that, but needing and trying to nevertheless, take a sec to just hug it out lads]

Janis: [you both need to take this moment here, letting out a GIANT breath like you haven’t breathed out in forever because lowkey and definitely how it feels, doing a shaky lil laugh not dissimilar to the laugh you did when you first got here]

Jimmy: [have this moment and stop crying because it’ll turn into a lil laugh too, which I LOVE for you, before you hand her the same mug from earlier, even though the tea is probably cold, just so you can both calm down]

Janis: [drink this cold tea nevertheless because you do need to calm down, squeezing the hand he uses to pass this mug to you though with another smile]

Jimmy: [squeezing hers as he takes the mug from her to have his own sip because who are they if they don’t pass it between them, it’s just what they do, soz not soz that other mug has been forgotten utterly for the moment]

Janis: [my boo says RIP to that mug, so unloved lol, we are looking at this mug we’re passing with such fondness because y’all haven’t smoked for a long time so it’s been forever since those times]

Jimmy: [he wouldn’t have either despite the blatant temptation to take it back up in the the past month, and the same goes for a bottle, y’all aren’t drinking like when you were troubled teens, so he’s thinking the exact same thing and how nice it is, because rather that than try and verbalise how that hookup felt like a goodbye in the very definition of breakup sex, not even in a hearbreaking way just like oh we did that because we needed the closure and now what]

Janis: [the now what is what we are struggling with but it doesn’t feel as scary and as dire as it did and that can only be a good thing ‘you cared, a bit’ doing the 🤏 at him because nearly did not come when you were saying that but we know better hun lol]

Jimmy: [mhmm, neither of them are remotely ready to address next steps or any sort of actual goodbye, that was just me running my mouth about how I felt, like, see what you did there and which trope we decided to hit lol, he’s just still mindblown, don’t mind him, doing a nod]

Janis: [doing a feelsy lean like yeah, I know and I’m glad you do ‘thing is-’ starting but then stopping ‘cos what you’re thinking of saying is true but also risky territory and you aren’t sure, taking another sip of your tea, still leaning on him]

Jimmy: [leaning too and waiting because he’s nothing if not patient in a pause, he’d be a giant hypocrite if he wasn’t, all the ones he leaves]

Janis: [try again hun ‘if we’d done it right, we’d have done that before-’ not finishing the sentence still but the before is fairly obvious for all the befores it could be and is, before she got with Casey, before you got to the bad place y’all did, etc ‘not as an excuse or nothing’ because we’re not like and thus I’ve done nothing wrong lol lol but that is how we feel, looking up like does that make sense to you too or nah]

Jimmy: [another nod because I firmly believe it does make sense to him even if he doesn’t have the means to verbalise how he feels rn]

Janis: [‘I’ll always love you, nothing can change that and I wanna see you happy not just for my own sake but so you are happy’ slight case of word vomit here to be the opposite but the emotions are still running high and the floodgate has really been opened now ‘but I wanna see you still even if you’re not, just be in your life, no conditions on it, whether you want the baby or not, just-’ me like shh girl, this is overwhelming and you’re definitely doing some crying but not dramatically just as we’re speaking]

Jimmy: [he’ll definitely also be crying with the same energy because we know she sets him off with that as well ‘I have to get better before-’ stopping on the same word literally as she did but it’s okay because it’s obvious he means before he can think about the baby or being happy or any of that]

Janis: [your turn to nod because we not only understand but agree ‘it’s an end goal, we’ll work our way back’ like we don’t know the first steps but we know that that’s what we need and want so we’ll get there by trial and error]

Jimmy: [‘when I said it last time that were only to stop you going’ because we all remember the BAD times when he was like I’ll sort my head out/take pills etc etc but then she said she loved Casey and they both shut down ‘I’ve gotta not just say it’ with a shrug that means somehow because he’s well aware he has a long way to go here]

Janis: [as painful as it still is to think about those moments, we do know that, even if it stings, so another nod ‘it’s one shitty meeting after another, I think’ with the pointed eye contact that means and I’ll come with you to those appointments too, if you need, just like the Bobby ones]

Jimmy: [‘cheery thoughts, eh?’ by which we mean all of them, the reminders and the looming prospect of therapy or whatever, with a playful but feelsy nudge ‘least they might chuck us a family discount’ not even bants we’re genuinely also acknowledging that we all need it, every single one of these boys ‘reckon by that kid’s, what, 21st, be the picture of head health, me’ with a nod to her stomach, shoutout baby Jac, bants about how much therapy he needs but where’s the lie, thanks Ian]

Janis: [‘be why you married me’ like I’m such a moody nag bants but honestly the traumas a bit too real on that one so we’re swiftly moving on ‘us an’ all’ because it would be the height of hypocritical to act like you and your family doesn’t have issues when we all know that is a big fat lie and we’ve always said as much just not really done much about it but strived to do our own thing, letting this me too speak to both other parts of what he said, like we all need to do better, you’re truly not alone in it because he ain’t]

Jimmy: [getting up to put the previously forgotten mug in the microwave so they can share a hot tea between them instead of just a cold one, grabbing a biscuit for the road in that cheeky that’s actually why I married you, you bringing me these kind of way]

Janis: [‘golddigger’ as we’re also stealing some of your biscuit because we heard you want half and obviously, that is half of all our food and drink ever lol]

Jimmy: [for me it’s the lil lol that follows him out the room to do this task and gives me hope that things will eventually be okay, bring it back through when you have and have your 2nd tea sharing moment]

Janis: [oh we so want it to be but it isn’t feeling like it’s just us that wants it completely now and he wants to be dead, which is such a new feeling because it has essentially felt like that for a long long time and we’re trying not to just sob because we are, essentially and mostly, happy in this moment and that doesn’t exactly sell it lol, compose yourself hun]

Jimmy: [tbf it has been years, since before the wedding, so if she wants to sob, I get it, me too gal ‘I want us to be mates, proper, proper ones’ when this shared tea is almost gone cos we love a comfortable silence, so much more feelsy than that sounds, because he means it like not just us doing our let’s be mates again of old]

Janis: [just doing a proper giant smile at him that is a little teary so you have to rub your eyes and turn away with a lol because you think you look insane ‘well, you know my social calendars pretty wide open’ to somewhat balance how genuinely buzzing we were to hear that ‘reckon I can fit you in’]

Jimmy: [putting his arm around her which could just be in a matey bants way but is genuine comfort in the sense of he looks and feels insane rn too solidarity ‘you know I’ll always love you an’ all’ because she said it before and we need to echo it]

Janis: [just hug him back and have another comfortable silence for a moment ‘can I kiss you when I leave or do I need to break the habit?’ a genuine question even if we tried to make it sound bants at least a little]

Jimmy: [genuinely thinking about it in a way that I appreciate ‘reckon I can fit you in’ cos I have to be bants and copy her but let it be known he’s saying it in SUCH a sincere yeah you can tone]

Janis: [‘tah’ again like you’re all oh you but there isn’t anything eye roll esque in our tone and we’re saying it v quietly with no attempt or intention to move to leave yet]

Jimmy: [looking over at her wrist like he’s checking her invisible watch because I am aware you’re not the boss and will have to go back soon however much you don’t want to, but then picking up her hand and just swinging it gently how he liked to do when they were walking]

Janis: [‘give us a five-minute warning when I have to piss off’ ‘cos we’re not trying to keep you, does sound like you need to kiss him for a full five but we’ll let you live lmao, looking at y’alls hands and then something innocuous in the background catching your eye so you look around like you only just realised where you are, because lowkey, just shaking your head at how distracted and all consumed y’all were like wow]

Jimmy: [‘alright’ as quietly as she said her tah before, and with the first tinge of sadness in his tone because obvs now all consumed by the idea of y’all parting ways and there’s of course a part of him expecting y’all to go a month or longer without seeing or talking to each other again, hence a sad sigh that he also can’t help]

Janis: [‘we could do this more often’ and then BLUSHING SO VIOLENTLY because really does sound like you’re proposing something there ‘I meant, lunch’ still blushing, like why did I say that]

Jimmy: [stroking her cheek v soft and sweetly while at the same time he’s amused af and smirking like lol lol because really does ‘Oi, never said mates with benefits’ could not be more amused, but again I love that for you because it’s more like your old self]

Janis: [just having to push you and have a mini playfight about it because we’re just getting redder ‘oi yourself, I’m not like that’ with your own small smirk because lol, kind of are but also it’s a MESS we’re all in]

Jimmy: [‘know what you’re like’ could be casual af but it’s so not and it’s super feelsy actually, catching her eye and holding that eye contact for everything unspoken that means because it is a mess and as much as he did call her a bit of a slag before he did not mean it ‘and that red well suits you, you’re alright’ like slay gal you’re pulling it off don’t worry ‘it’s a lunch date’]

Janis: [stop brawling him and have this meaningful moment of eye contact because you really don’t feel like you deserve to hear that right now but it is so important to us ‘might’ve been, if I didn’t fall in love with you’ touching his own cheeks briefly on the you, lingering just a little ‘if you can bear to be seen with me’ like there is any audience in this house right now to see your red-cheeked lewk]

Jimmy: [‘I fell in love with you first, dickhead’ as if he’s like oi again and excuse you this is my fault and blame to take but we all know it’s actually true because we all remember that he had a blatant crush and interest in her before fake dating started which is why he picked her so, pushing her hands away playfully as if he’s gonna start another fun brawl ‘and I’d still go off anywhere with you, or nowhere’ with a shrug like that’s casual and doesn’t make me wanna sob]

Janis: [when it’s not casual and you are overcome with the emotion of it all ‘but we have to stay here’ not meaning in this gaff but in this town because he said it before, like I remember]

Jimmy: [a nod because yeah ‘adults now’ doing the 🤏 despite the fact he’s had to behave and thus felt like one since before he even met her but we know what he’s saying, no more chance to be teen runaways ‘only takes the piss about as much’ like UGH but at the same time we’ve got this]

Janis: [doing a purposely pouty grump face about it like I second that UGH but we’re nodding and doing our own sigh like I know though ‘shit job but someones gotta do it’]

Jimmy: [when he automatically starts to lean in to do the pouty lip thing but then is like oh wait I shouldn’t, breaking that tension by looking back down at her imaginary watch with a shrug as if he’s like soz not time for your 5 minute warning yet ‘been there, wore that apron’ shout out to barista boy jimothy, what a time to be alive, like nothing can be as bad as when he had to deal with the flatwhites constantly]

Janis: [straighten yourself up slightly in the way you do when you’ve made a faux pas like oops, but not to the degree that anything is BEYOND awkward or whatever just like let’s pivot from that ‘alright, that job is low down the rankings, definitely’ because we didn’t hate any of our teen jobs that much]

Jimmy: [‘had its moments an’ all’ because we can’t pretend he hated every second of it and we all know why he did not, picking up these mugs to take to the kitchen and generally starting to clean up so they both get more into the mindset of having to leave, or at least that’s his hope anyway]

Janis: [‘and you met your real bestie’ shoutout Pete like there you are and we’ll leave the rest unspoken whilst we’re here plumping the cushions as if anyone in this house now or before is that person, pop off lmao]

Jimmy: [there is nothing I love more than his lasting bromance with Pete, soz not soz, ILY hun, I’m sure you’ve not spoken to him in a while either but I’m also sure you shall reconnect, come back in and sweep biscuit crumbs into your hand from the coffee table and then have a lil moment of not knowing what to do with them because there isn’t a dog any more and that’s weird and sad too, so you’ve gotta just tip them into your mouth like that’s what you intended]

Janis: [‘I was thinking of getting Libi a dog’ after you’ve watched this scene unfold in front of you because when are you not clocking these moments when you know each other that well, doing another move of smoothing down your leggings as you get up because you effectively just shouted that at him, chill out ‘Maybe you could keep it here-’ before adding literally after a single beat ‘nan and grandad will though, I have thought that far ahead’ because if it’s pressure do not feel obliged but if you did it’s kind of a present for you all]

Jimmy: [‘I’d not mind having it here’ blurting that out a lil bit too quickly after she’s suggested it because it’s true, he misses having one and also no offense Bobby but you can’t be his only company, he’s also lonely in this massive house that was a fam house]

Janis: [very excited about this development because now it’s like a doubly good idea and we can definitely go ahead with it, show him however far you’ve got in the choosing process, idk if you’ve found Peaches, probably, as it’s soon, so show him that pretty girl]

Jimmy: [‘another lass’ with a I should’ve known UGH tone but we know he’s only playing and he loved Twix with his whole heart thank you, is clearly loving looking at these pics and stuff though]

Janis: [just get to excitedly nerd over this cute pup because you don’t even need to talk practicalities, Bobby and Libi are old enough to fully look after her so even if Jimmy started badly struggling again he isn’t lumbered with her and the responsibility and company is actually v good anyway so hooray ‘can arrange playdates again, maybe’ ‘cos obviously it would be nice to socialize Chubby and Peaches together, if we can handle it]

Jimmy: [god bless this pup, unlike my poor sweet Chubby she’s actually arriving at the perfect time and will mean that Libi can no longer be exiled from this gaff, deal with it Bobby you toxic king, when he can’t even take the piss about that idea because he likes it too much and that’s written all over his face, doing his own 😁 which we are telling ourselves we can totally style out as a pisstake if needed]

Janis: [mirroring his expression entirely because we’re also feeling it, probably actually talking this over until it’s really time for y’all to go, only noticing because you’re on your phone for these details just like shit ‘I’ll message you, when I go get her, try and do it on the day of if I can, maybe night before’]

Jimmy: [that tracks and is too real, soz realising it’s time means he’s back to a nod but, still, so much progress has been made here I’ll let you off]

Janis: [giving him a hug that’s every bit as tight and crushing as when you got here]

Jimmy: [giving it back obvs, despite the fact he’s also doing everything he can to not start crying again]

Janis: [would be so rude of us to make you cry when you have to go back to work, just repeating the day of Libi’s bday when you’ve got your plans because that is v soon and we can both cling to having that much of a plan now]

Jimmy: [‘take her other present off the table on your way out for if-’ when you don’t wanna say if I spiral and go back on every single thing I’ve said and done and actually shut myself away for another month instead but that’s exactly what you mean, as a question, like please will you]

Janis: [just nodding as many times as you just said the day you’ll likely next see each other like of course ‘just- let me know either way’ like let’s stay in contact even if you can’t do this whole day we’ve planned, I still wanna talk to you more than we have been aka not at all]

Jimmy: [just looking at her like kiss me then because she said she would when she left and she also said she would OG but then he got in there first being all keen]

Janis: [looking at him like you’re suddenly shy and have never done this before, leaning your head in slowly and doing the gentlest kiss ever, a little !! happening when you part your lips to do so]

Jimmy: [when that makes him blush redder than she ever could because he is a white boy, but we’re immediately going in to make it more of a kiss, though with all the softness he did not use earlier]

Janis: [resting your hands on his cheeks like you did earlier when you were holding his head as close to yours as you could, but also being much softer about it]

Jimmy: [instead of pulling her closer, eventually really really gently pushing her back slightly, not enough that it’s dramatic but enough that it makes the point that they’ve gotta stop because y’all do, he has to go]

Janis: [not stopping kissing you immediately but not taking the piss, when you do move your face back, breathlessly hit him with the ‘in a bit’]

Jimmy: [of course saying it back the way she did when he threw it out in the convo earlier, as breathlessly, that goes without saying, adding her name to his though the way he do when he needs to get added !! into it, because not sure when you’re gonna get to say it again and if you do it won’t be a scenario like this so]

Janis: [kissing him again as hard as he did earlier but really, really briefly because okay, we need to go but we had to for the namedrop, now get that present and be on your way girl]

Jimmy: [resist the urge to immediately follow her out the door please even though you also have to be on your way, give it a beat so there isn’t this weird moment outside the gaff, or worse y’all start kissing again and never leave]

Janis: [get in your car and go bitch, because it absolutely could turn into one of those not leaving type of moments and you really cannot]

Jimmy: [we’re putting our foot down, I really like, well like is not the right word when I sobbed but you know, what we did and y’all can’t be derailing it now]

Janis: [we ate though, wouldn’t be sobbing if it wasn’t heartbreaking gold]

Jimmy: [you might as well post it so we can start the jc in it’s own convo, because LORD, there’s no telling where that’ll go]

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Hi! If requests are open could i request the brothers with a teen MC who's stressed about school?

When they come home they immediately throw themselves to bed, they often have headaches, they become more cold and distant, they often have a hard time submitting homework on time and they're not as lively as they originally were. How would the brothers comfort them?

I'm so fucking tired rn, i know it's the last month (even tho It's more like 15 days) but my teachers are starting a new important project where we have to host an EVENT along with our exam that is coming up in a week. And we're in fucking highschool-

Aw I think I accidentally opened my asks again but I read this and I relate so much to this; I needed this as much as you. Being a student is too hard sometimes. *hugs* Sorry sweetie you must be so exhausted too?

I'll definitely write this. I apologize if it's a bit short but thank you so much for this ask. I'll try and do my best okay?

Exam season has just rolled out in Devildom and Diavolo had recently announced that the Exchange students will not have a reduced syllabus and have to study like the rest of the demons, to get a better understanding of their culture and history. This sudden increase in work hasn't been easy on you.

Lucifer

He notices something off with you when you stop telling him leave his paperwork and get some rest. These days it seems he has to pull you away from your work.

He can see how dull and lifeless your eyes look as you try to politely sit through meals with everyone.

"MC do you have some time to talk?" He asks you one day in the middle of homework. "I'm a little busy Lucifer maybe later. I still have finish three more these essays." Wow how the tables turn.

He was planning to have tea with you, but as you usually leave the tea near him when he's working, he did the same. "Don't worry MC I'll take care of this." He whispers to himself.

You're only a child, why are you being so overworked? This is ridiculous. Immediately takes it up with Diavolo and the authorities at school to make sure you're not given more than you can handle.

Mammon

What do you mean you're not up for movie night? Again? This is the fifth time you've denied him. Mammon starts getting worried about you.

At first he's afraid that maybe you're only mad at him so he asks his brothers who you are spending time with. You are nowhere to be found in any of their rooms.

He reaches your room and finds you curled up in bed, groaning in pain, holding your head. "MC what's wrong?" You manage to squeak out, "Head hurts." It looks really bad from the way you're wincing.

He goes into panic overdrive, going up to Satan and Lucifer, even ringing up Solomon for headache cures. After you get a little better, he found out that it's school stress that's doing this to you.

Godamnit Diavolo! Why would you think it's okay to send a little human to Demon school? They work differently don't they. He will volunteer to do most of your work at school- even though he forgets his own.

Leviathan

Levi was excitedly waiting for you to show up to play his new game. It was the usual routine for you to come back from school, freshen up and then join him gaming four days a week. But you haven't showed up. For the third time this week.

He keeps texting and calling you but don't reply. At first he thinks it's because he's a yucky otaku but then he notices you aren't even getting his messages. So he ventures out of his room and finds you in yours.

You were fast asleep in your uniform, your phone switched off due to low battery, your bed unmade and your bag in a slump on the floor. You look like a game character who got defeated in a fight.

When he hears it is the school stress that is doing this to you, he adamantly hatches a plan. "Levi we have school why anime now?" You ask as he drags you to his room.

"Because you need a energy recharge! So I told Lucifer you'll be staying with me all day and watch your favourite anime." Levi said, handing you a bunch of snacks.

Satan

This is the ninth day in a row you had fallen asleep in the library. Yes Satan was counting. Everytime he finds you, you're curled up in a chair with a heavy bookon your lap and your notebook and pens strewn across a nearby table. Overdue assignments.

"Oh MC again?" He mutters as he puts his jacket on you so you don't get cold. When was the last time you read a book with him? You seem so busy and distant these days. He noticed the way you kept denying all his brothers hence he didn't approach you himself. Now he understood why.

Diavolo must be barking mad in his head if he thinks an adolescent human can work the same way as age old demons. He feels annoyed at how you're being overwhelmed.

You wake up to him sitting next to you, writing down your assignments. "Satan why..." Satan smiles and palms your head, "You need to rest, you've been working too hard. I'll handle the assignments, you sleep some more, I'm taking you to a cat cafe later. Playing with cats will help you feel relaxed."

Asmodeus

Asmo notices the redness in your sunken eyes on the very next day after you pull an all-nighter. He offers you to come to his room but you decline saying you have to prepare for upcoming exams.

He finds it increasingly hard to keep his mouth shut and leave you alone when you look like this. Your skin is breaking out, your cheeks are sinking. You're starting to look like Lucifer.

Look at how school is ruining you! You are only a baby and yet you're starting look a workaholic corporate worker.

One day he's had enough with your lack of self-care and he drags you to his room. You try telling him off "Asmo I have exams-" He snaps back at you angrily, "Today is your day off whether you like it or not. I will not have you mistreating yourself like this. Now come on we're doing a home spa."

Beelzebub

Everything seems wrong. You aren't eating well. And today you look like you're about to pass out while eating dinner. He can't eat when you're like this - he doesn't want your leftovers anymore.

You try to smile at him, "I'm okay Beel. I'm just not very hungry." He isn't buying it but you leave so suddenly he couldn't say anything. You seemed to brush people off and be on your own these days.

He noticed you skip the lunchline at school to scurry off to a lonely table to finish up some work. He gets an extra plateful of food and sets it down next to you.

"Beel I said I'm not hungry." You try to say but Beel is having none of it. He snatches your stuff away. "School can wait, you need nourishments to work. I won't let you work before you eat all of this, MC."

Belphegor

This is heavily annoying to him. He sees you running out of your room, sneaking into the library to study at 3 AM in the night. Did you just wake up and decide not to sleep ever again?

When he tries to approach you about this, you act snappy and cold towards him. He doesn't mind - he understands why you're like this. He's grumpy half the time when he doesn't get to sleep either.

As if he needed more reason to resent Diavolo. Not only did he drag you down from Earth and now's he overworking you in school. Is this supposed to help somehow? Cause the only thing this has done is reduce the smiley chirpy MC to Lucifer version 2.0

One day he sees fall head first onto the floor as you try to flee your room. You stumble and shake as you try to get up again. "Okay that's it. Enough of this." Belphie appears and takes you back to your room, throwing you on the bed. "Belphie I'm fine I just need to finish-"

"You need to finish your sleep. I thought humans had better self-preservation than this. You will not get out of bed until you've caught up on your sleep" He tucks you in bed and stays there until you fall fast asleep.

#obey me teen!mc #obey me fluff #obey me angst #obey me comfort #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me imagine #obey me game #obey me asmo #obey me ask

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years

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OKAY WOW THAT WAS AS TRIP SES 3 EP 4 REACTION TIME HECK BCUKLE U P

[Monkie Kid season 3 ep 4 spoilers under cut]

OH I PULLED UP THE EP AND ADRENILINE KICKED IN HGBSDLKFM;AOWEF

SCREAMS

OKAY, SO THESE EPS

I’M GETTING THAT “AA I’M NOT READY” FEELING AGAIN HELPGBFJBAAWFMA;WEO

DANCES DANCES BREAKDANCES

i can’t actually breakdance

or dance…

MOVING ON BG;LKDSMNFAOWE

*stares at the title*

OH HAHA THIS IS A MACAQUE EPISODE ISN’T IT

AAAHAHAHAH I’M GONNA PERISH, I’M GONNA PERISH SO BAD BGAKDSMFOAWEF

CONCERN

INHALES

OKAY

PLAYED PART OF THE INTRO TO TEST THE SOUND AND I’M ON THE FLOOR ALREADY

THE THEME SONG MAKES ME SO FREAKING HAPPYYYYYBGFL;MF;AOIGMAWEF WAILS

SOBS CRYING BGSDFM;IOAFWAEF

FALLS ON THE FLOOR SOBS AND FLIPS TABLES

OKAY I’M FINE HERE WE GO CLEARLY MAC EP PROBABLY HERE WE

SCREAMS

SAND

HECKINGBGDSFKMAOEW

MAC EP

AIGHT LETS SEE HOW STUPID YOU REALLY ARE MY GUY I’M READY BRING IT

I’M SO FREAKING NOT READY HELGNGFOIHAGA;WOE

THE SIGH

JUST

“ugh…”

GBSDFMA;OGHAWE

ALSO MY GOSH THIS

THIS ANIMATION

BGAS;DLKFM;OAWE

MAC, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT

MAN DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HIS FUEL GAUGE IS AND CRASHES GBSL;DKFMAWEOF

OH HOHOHOHOHOHOHO COMPASS THINGIEEEE

THAT FACE

THAT EXPRESSION

OH FLASHBACKKKK OHHHHHHH

SCREAMS

SCREAMING

I DONT EVEN AHVE ANY THOUGHTS I’M JUST ONE BGI LONG SCREAM RN

THE SURPRISE ON HIS FACE

AND THE

THAT MANS AFRAID RIGHT THERE

“You’ve been busy” DUDES ALREADY TRYING TO TALK AND HE’S ALREADY DOOMED

Wowa

HELLO

HAIR

BG;SDLKMFOAGHA;OIWEGAMEWF

SHE’S GROWN IT OUT BG;SDNM;SOHGWEA WHEEZING

NICE STYLISH

NOW JUST RELEASE THE CHILD FOR GOODNESS SAKE BGSD;FM;OAWEF

I NEED LIKE, FOUR HUNDRED YEARS TO PROCESS THIS

“UR OATH” AYO MACKY BOY WHAT DID YOU DO

OH I’VE NEVER BEEN ACTIVELY CONCERNED FOR THIS IDIOT BEFORE BUT I AM FEAR.PNG SCREAMS

HE LOOKS SO SCARED IN EVERY FRAME OH MY HECK HECK HECKE HCKEHGKMDFOAIWEF

M,ANS DEAD

MANS DEAD

MACAQUE DEAD AND BROGHT BACK REAL

OH MY

OKAY

I AM NOT READY FOR THIS NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT

OKAY

SHE’S TERRIFYING

I’M FEAR.PNG

WHAT WHAT EHGBSFMAWE

SCREAMING

I’VE HAD THIS PAUSED FOR FIVE MINUTES I’M STILL PROCESSING THE FACT THAT LBD BROUGHT MAC BACK FROM THE DEAD???????

WOOOOOOOOOOO

I’M

GONNA DIE THIS EP

THIS IS IT

DEAR GOSH

I’M JUST

HHAAHA

SITTING HERE

A H

LAYS DOWN

HI FLASHBACKS IN A FLASHBACK *WHEEZING*

BUT UH

HAHA

HAHAHAH

THE BLUE CHAINS????

AND IT LOOKS LIKE MAC’S OWN SHADOWS ARE TURNING AGAINST HIM AND BINDING HIM HELLO/???

WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS HELPBG;SDMF;AOWG;OAWUIEFM

HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S GETTING CONSUEMD BY HIS OWN SHADOWS ????? HELLO?????????

WOW

THIS IS A LOT TO UNPACK MY GOSH

THE HTING IS THO IS THAT BOTH MAC AND LBD ARE UNRELIABLE NARRATORS SO I DONT’ KNOW HOW MUCH OF THIS I CAN TRUST BUT MY GOSH HECK MAN

Mac being like “nah” and just straight up leaving is jBGAKWME;FAWOEF

okay

OKAY

HAHAHAHAHHA

SORRY IT LOOKS

SO LIKE

MEMORY ALTERING?? HALF POSESSON?? FORCED FLASHBACKS??? MAKING HERSELF SEEEM LIKE A GOSH DANG ANGEL IN THE FLASHBACK IN HIS MIND??

OHHHHH BOYYYY OH BOYYYY WE’RE NOT OKAY

MAC ACTING UNAFFECTED WHILE HE’S FREAKING TERRIFIED IS GBSD;FMAWOE

BGKLDFMWE LOOKS LIKE MAC TOOK HALF THE ANIMATION BUDGET ALONE NGL

I’M GRASPING AT HUMOUR STARWS RN LET ME BE

WOW

OKAY

CHAINS

THE WAY THE SYMBOL ORIGINATED UNDER HIM HAHHAHAHA

HAHA

OH BOY

OHHHHH BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YEAH SO THIS EXPLAINS

WHY HE LOOKS

THE WAY HE DOES

EP 1

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

MAN

I’M DYING

WE’RE

HECK

EHCK

HECKGB;SDAKJFNAGWE

I’M BRAIN NOT HI

ACK

OKAY WE’RE GOOD FINE

“CHAMPION”

HAHAHAHHAHA

OHHHH BOYYY

MANS JUST LOOKS EXHAUSTED NOW

HE’S STUPID AND NEEDS HECKING HELP

WOW MAKES SENSE WHY HE’S “SIDING” WITH HER NOW HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

I PAUSED IT TO LOOK AT PIGSY AND TANG AND I TOOK TO LONG AND IT PUASED ON WUKONG AND I JUST YELLED “IT’S HIM” GBSAD;KFMNA;WOEIDFMAWEF I HAVE SUCH BRAINROT FOR THIS STUPDI MONKEY I LOVE HIM GBSD;FAGMOWE

TANG HE’S BEEN GLOWING THE WHOEL TIME WHAT DO YOU MEEAAANN

I love Pigsy So much BGAKL;WMFE;OWEF

TANG SCOLDING PIGSY BGSDALFMA;WEO

If they didn’t have pigs they’d never get anywhere BGSAKLWMWE

HE’S THE DRIVE THE “LETS KEEP GOING” HURRY UP KGNSAD;LFMAWOEF

MEI IS THAT MEME

“IF I HAD THIS GUY I’D HYPE HIM UP SO MUCH, I’D WALK INTO A ROOM AND ANNOUNCE HIM AND IF YOU DON’T CLAP I’LL BLOW UP THIS BUILDING” OR WHATEVER IT IS GBASKFMAWE

WHAT ARE THEYGBSDJL;FKMA;WOE RTYING TO ACCOMPLISH U CAN’T JUST HRRGGHHHH UNTIL U DBG;LSAJKVBOER HELPOGFAWEF

YEAH OF COURSE YUP GBASLKFM;AWEF

CRYING OVER HOW SUPPORTIVE THEY ARE BGDS;JF;AWME ;A;

Kay so last episode was “I know my powers will come back when my friends are in danger” and now he’s “how do i know it’s gonna work”

feels contradictory and a little neyh writing :T

TEH GOLD VISION IS THE BABY PIOWERBGDSKFM;AWEF

I’M NOT EVEN AS GOOD AS A BABYGBSDFAMOWEGFIGAW PLEASE MK BOI LAD MY GUY HELPBGSDLKMA;OIGEW

MEI AND SANDYGBFMA;OGHA;WEF

Mk i just v upset at himself :(

Interesting how Monkey King’s insecurities in his powers result in not saying anything and trying to fix it on his own, brushing off concerns, while Mk’s manifests in anger at himself

MAN ANYWAY

WAIT I HAD TO GO BACK AND

“WHAT USE AM I”

BUDDY

SHAKES HIM

U DON’T NEED TO BE USEFUL THAT’S WHY MONKEY KING IS RE-CHARGING BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE TO YOU DON’T NEED TO BE USEFUL TO BE IMPORTANT N

Okay so i get he just wants to help but my guy please PLEASE BG;SDAFMOAWEF

THE WAY MEI PRONOUNCED SAMADHI

BGASKLDMFAWOE CRYINGBFALM;OEFIWE

“TANG DON’T JUST YELL, I CAN DO THAT”

HE IS A PARENT I’M WHEEZINGBDSF;LAM;WEF

NO THEY DIDN’T

MK DON’T GET IN THE CAR WITH MACAQUE

IT’S MACAQUE

MK DON’T GET IN THE CAR I SWEAR IT’S NOT

HE’S TRYING SO HARD THEY REALLY NEED TO LIKE, HOLD HIS HAND AT ALL TIMES SO HE DOESN’T GET LOST I SWEAR, PUCNHES MACAQUE IN THE FACE

HOW DID THEY NOT NOTICE MK DIDN’T GET IN THE VAN WITH THEM

PIGSY STOP TALKING UR SON IS MISSING

I’M SUCH CONCERN

IS MEI WITH HIM??

WAS THAT AT LESAT MEI??? I’M SO CONCERNED

FOR REALS IT’S SO OBV MAC IT’S SO SHADOWY IN THERE MEI KILL HIM

“I feel like i’m talking to myself here” HTAT’S CAUSE YOU ARE, PIGSY PLEASE ;A;

AT LEAST THEY HAVE EACH OTHER

Mei calling Pigsy Piggy actually means everything to me ;-;

YOU GETTING IT MK

OH THANK HEAVENS SANDY’S WITH THEM TOO

OKAY SO AT LEAST THOSE THREE HAVE SANDY I’M GLAD YAY GOOD

love how macaques first move is always to separate them first

kicks him in the knee

YEEEAHAHHH MK GOT IT

HE’S SO FREAKING SMART

NOOOOOOOO

SUCH CONCERN

YEAH PIGSY NOTICE

SCREAMS

WUKONG WAKE UP U STUPID MONKEY UR SON’S IN TROUBLE

OH THAT WAS BEAUTIFULLY DONE

THE CHANGE THERE THE SEPERATION BETWEEN THE TWO VANS

AND THE WAY THEY’RE DRIVING INTO THE DARKNESS WHILE THE OTHERS ARE DRIVING TOWARDS TEH SUN IS ACTUALLY SO FREAKING GOOD ACTUALLY HOT DANG WRITING GO BRRR

YOU DON’T SAY, MEI

UYEAH GET IT

AHAHAHAH NOOOOO

OH I SWEAR IF MAC SEPERATES MK FROM THEM I’M GONNA BREAK MORE THAN HIS FACE BGSLK;FMAWOEF

LOOK AND MACAQUE CHANNELING HIS INNER LBD GLITCHY VIBES

BGA;SLKMFA;OWE

MAN THO THE ANIMATION

IT’S FUNNY HOW CLEAR PEOPLE LOVE MAC AS A CHARACTER

HOW WELL THEY ANIMATE HIM SAYS IT ALL GBSDKFMAOWEF

MACAQUE: how could I possibly lure sandy away

Macaque: got it

macaque: MEOW

CANON

I CAN’T BEELIVE THIS BGSAKDFMA;OWEF

NO BUT THE VISUAL OF MACAQUE PUTTING A WALL BETWEEN MK AND MEI TRYING TO SEPERATE THEM IS UH

YEAH

THINKS ABOTU HOW HARD HE SELF PROJECTS ONTO THOSE TWO

HHAHAHAHA

KILL

TOUCH MK AND U DIE MAC

I DON’T CARE UR TRUAMATISED I’LL DROP KCIK U INTO THE SUN

MAN

KILL HIM

SMACKS MACAQUE WITH A PILLOW

FILLED WITH BRICKS

HE’LL BE FINE

THE WAY HE JUST PASSED RIGHT THROUGH HIM AND MK LOOKED SO PANICKED

MAN

PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE

PUNCH HIM

IN THE FACE

NOOO

W O W

Y’know, despite the fact he’s doing this, like Mac is so freaking stressed, he’s like

W O W

Wukong in ep 1: do i have to spell everything out?

Mac in ep 4: do I have to explain EVERYTHING?

THEY’RE STUPID AND THE SAME, AND ITS JUST KICKS HIM IN THE HEAD

BRUH DUDE UR THE WORRRSSSTTTTTT

So like, one down and one to go, so good news is he has to come back for Wukong so BGAKWMOEF

YEAH THAT’S RIGHT PIGSY, U KNOW SOMETHINGS WRONG GO GET UR KID

HELLO SCORPION DEMONNNNN

HELLOOOO

OHHH BOIII

IS THIS WHERE THEY SNAP HIM OUT OF HIS MEDITATION AND SOMETHING HAPPENS

I’M HHHHHAAAAA

AAAAAAAA

SCREAMING

OKAY KILLS MACAQUE

I DON’T BG;KLSAFMAOWE AAAAA

The way Mk looks whenever Macaque is around H

He just, he knows what he’s doing and knows Macaque’s manipulations by now, so he’s just angry at him. HE’S NOT EVEN SCARED AT THIS POINT HE’S JUST MAD

GOSH

KILL HIM

HOW DARE YOU THREATEN SANDY I’M GONNA BODYSLAM YOU INTO THE SUN

HOW DARE

GET HIM

GET EM

“BABY POWERS”

YOU’RE SO STUPID, YOU EVESDROPPED DIDN’T YOU

KICKS HIM IN THE LEG

GET HIM MK

BEAT HIM UP

OKAY BUT THAT WAS REALLY INTERESTING. HE CAN SEE THE SHADOWS, THE LIGHT, THAT HE USES, THE GOLDEN VISION AND ALL THE SUDDEN THE SHADOWS ARE SMALLER

LIEK THE GOLD VISION LITERALLY WEAKENED MACAQUE JUST BY ACTUALLY LOOKING AT HIM

hoooOOOO BOY THE

CAUSE MACAQUE’S STRENGHT COMES FROM HIS LIES AND DECEPTION AND SHADOWS

TAKE THAT AWAY, AND HE’S BARELY ANTYING

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW

WOW

LOOK HOW MUCH HE’S PROGRESSED AND GROWN UP

Instead of yelling and fighting, he just holds Macaque there and asks and tries to understand and acts like this is just a normal conversation, eh’s not even trying to fight him he’s just asking

MAN

HE’S SO EARNEST TOO

MK MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME HE’S TRYNG SO VERY HARD TO BE KIND AND UNDERSTANDING (looks at SQ) mAN

“i’ve had a taste of dying, and not a big fan SO” KAY WOW AIGHT COME RIGHT OUT AND SAY IT DEAD BOY BGSDKLMF;AOWEF

When he’s with his friends he seems actually like afraid of macaque but he’s literally fighting him without powers rn and he doesn’t seem afraid of him at ALL

man

MAN

okay just, I find how Mk treats him very interesting

mK IS WAY TOO GOOD FOR MACAQUE I’M JUST SAYING LIKE HE’S SO PATIENT AND KIND NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES HE BEATS HIM THE HECK UP, MAN ABUSES THIS KID AND HE JUST CONSTANTLY TRYING TO GET HIM TO OPEN UP AND BE KIND TO HIM M A N

MAN

THIS EP

EHCK

“if you can’t beat me, you can’t beat her” THAT WHOLE

HE’S RIGHT

LIKE, SEH’S SO MUCH MORE PWOERFUL THAN HIM AND HE KNOWS IT

AAAAA

I’M HAVING WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS RN

“I’ll repay my debt and be free of this nightmare” HE SAYS IT SO CAUSUALLY BUT MY GUY MY GOSH THE HECK GBSDKLFMA;WOEIFM

I’D SAY SOMEBODY HELP HIM BUT MK’S ALREADY TRYING TO HECK

GET EM

YES

MEI

GET HIM

CAUSE MK WON’T PUNCH HIM HE WONT’ DO IT

MEI WILL

FRICK YEAH

GET EMMMMM

JHAHHAHAHAHHHAHHAHA

YOU DON’T GET TO TOUCH M’BOY

GET EM MEI

BEAT HIM UP

YEEEAAHHHHHHH

YEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHH

GET EM MEI

OHHHHHHHH

THAT HURT HIM

Y’DON’T SAY

THE WAY MK THINKS MEI IS THE ABSOLUTE COOLEST

I’M HOLDING THEM SO GENTLY

THEY HYPE UP EACH OTHER SO MUCH I LOVE THEM

YEAAAAHHH

GET EM MEI

BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA HIM

SHE’S PROBABLY GONNA LOSE BUT GET ONE HIT IN AND I’LL BE SO HAPPY

MEI IS SO FREAKING GOOD I APPRECIATE HER SO MUCH

THE FACT MEI PICKED THAT UP JUST BY WATCHING HER UNCLE DO THAT IS AMAZING

Mei: *shows up*

Macaque: I n t e r e s t i n g

AKA: I have no idea what to do in this situation so i’m making myself seem like i just find it neat

THAT IS SUPER GROSS, GET HIM

I’M LAUGHING

AT HIM

SO HARD

LETS GET SOME ARMOUURRRRRR

HE’S SO STUPID

HE’S SO DRAMATIC

I KNOW IT’S JUST FOR THE SETS BUT I’M WHEEZING BGD;SLKFMN;GH;OAIWMF

CAN WE PUNC HIM

CAN WE PLEASE?

ALSO AWOOGA THAT FRAME WHEN WE SEE HIM INSIDE THE MECH HI

HIS MECH HAS SIX EEEARRRRSSSSSS

SANDYYYYYY

;A;

I’M HOLDING HIM SO FREAKING GENTLYYYYYYYYYYY

HAHA U FOOL YOU THINK U CAN STAND AGAINST SANDY??????

GET HIM MEI

HE DARED TOUCH SANDY BEAT HIM UP

WOOWWWW THAT LIKE, LAZERD HIM DIRECTLY AND NOTHING HAPPENED

WOOWWWWW

IT HURT HIM BEFORE THO??

THINKING HARD ABOTU THAT

WOWWWW

W O W

THE LBD FRAME

MK’S THE SAME

I’M FINE

That’s Mk’s “something bad is happening to my friends and i can’t do anything about it” face

wonder if

backstory H

JUST THINKING IGNORE ME MOVING ON

BRUH

OF COURSE THEY DID THE “TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE” OF COURSE THEY DID

MAC JUST LOOKS KINDA ALL OVER THE PLACE HE’S NOT DOING WELL, AND I STILL WANNA PUNT HIM INTO THE SUN FOR DOING THIS TO MK

MACAQUE SELF PROJECTING ONTO MK

GLOATING OVER THE FACT THAT HE’S IN CONTROL OF THE SITUATION AND MK IS NOTHING

CAUSE HEY, HE’S IN MK’S PLACE IN REGARDS TO LBD

HE IS NOTHING, AND LBD IS IN CONTROL

HE’S LIKE, CLASSIC BULLY PROJECTING ISSUES ONTO SOMEONE WEAKER THAN HIM I’M

HE’S THE WORST Y’ALLS

THAT QUIET “I said.”

ACTUALLY NOT OVER HOW MAC JUST SLAMMED MEI’S DRAGON INTO THE SAND

GET EM MK

LOOK HOW PRETTY BIRD HE IS

GET HIM

HOW’D HE KNOW TO GO FOR THE EYE??

HOW’D THAT EFFECT MAC??

HECK

YEAH GOT HIM

WOW MK’S POWERFUL

WOW THE WAY HE

CLUTCHED HIS EYE AND LAUGHED HYSTERICALLY

MANS’ GOT EYE TRUAMA FOR ONE

WOW THIS IS A LOT THIS EP HOLY CRAP THERE’S SO MUCH TO FREAKING UNPACK I’M REELING

Interesting really is Macaque’s favourite word this season GAL;KF;AWE HE’S SO SUTPID I’M GONNA FISTFIGHT HIM INTO THE SUN

THE TRANSFORMATIONS

SCREAMING SO LOUDLY

THAT WAS A LOT

THAT WAS SO MUCH

WOW

IT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF TO WATCH THIS AND I STILL FEEL THE NEED TO GO THROUGH IT AGAIN BECAUSE WOW

WOW THAT EYE THING THO

I’M ON THE FLOOR

HOLY CRAP

I’M DEAD

MK KNOWING TO GO FOR THE EYE THO

I’M NOT OVER THAT

HE KNOWS THAT’S A SPOT THAT HURTS HIM AND WENT FOR IT

I’M WOW

WOW

SO SAD WE COULDN’T SEE MEI REALLY BEAT UP MACAQUE BUT

WOW

THE WAY MK TREATS MACAQUE AND LIKE

SEEMS SAD WHEN HE GOES FOR THE OTHER OPTION RATHER THAN LETTING HIM HELP HIM

HHGGBBD;FMAOEW

SCREAMS

I NEED TO LIKE LAY DOWN AFTER THIS EP GOOD GOSH

LAYS DOWN

SCREAMS

ROLLS AWAY

OKAY WOW YEAH

GONNA

THIS REALLY TOOK EIGHT YEARS OF MY LIFE, CRUMPLED IT UP INTO A BALL AND HANDED IT BACK TO ME BGDSLKFMA;OGH;OIAWEMF

WOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOWOW

OKAY I’M FINE

IM JUST

WOW

THIS IS GONNA TAKE ME A WHILE TO GET OVER HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

GODSPEED GOOD DAY I’MA GO HAVE A CRISIS NOW FARWELL

#Monkie kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Knox rambles #knox reacts #WOWOWOWOWOWO #TAHT WAS #HOLY CRAP #Monkie Kid season 3 spoilers #LEGO monkie kid season 3 spoilers #i'M NEVER GONNA RECOVER FROM THIS ONE HECK

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Hello! Your Nikolai fic tranquility is so beautiful! Can you write more for Nikolai? Maybe the opposite with reader having a nightmare? Or whatever you want just please give me more! If you have a tagging list I'd love to be included btw :)

A/n hii!! first off,, thank you! i was a little nervous about writing him for the first time,, but i love him so much (even though i love a good villain/morally grey character in love i think nikolai would probably make the least toxic bf in the grishaverse lol)

you gave me a little too much freedom here lol bc i have so many ideas for him!! lowkey might need to give him a longer fic/series soon when i catch up with requests!! WOW THIS FIC IS SO LONG AND FOR WHAT

Summary: Reader is a handmaid who has grown up assisting Nikolai. Through the years, the two have developed a special relationship that most definitely breaks royal protocol--they’re best friends and rivals on a good day, and dangerously close to being something more the second either of them is remotely upset or extremely happy. Learning about the fact that Nikolai was almost engaged to Alina (a good friend of yours) and being reminded of the fact that as royalty Nikolai has many prospects (both serious women worthy of his title and women only suitable for trysts meant to relieve tension) has you both realizing something you should have years ago.

Word count: 31210

Warnings: disclaimer--may not be the most cannon thing ever,, but i wanted the ‘child of the help competes and falls in love with the child of royalty’ energy okay?? Lol

I could do a whole blurb series with this dynamic nikolai x reader,, like just stories of them growing up together and randomly realizing they might like each other romantically?? I probably shouldn’t rn but i ADORE this trope.

The perfection of the room is disappointing. Idle hands, idle thoughts--so I work to smooth out a perfect duvet. Still, the thoughts come--aggressive and unavoidable. It’s silly, maybe even sad, to feel possessive over something that’s never been yours, something that could never be yours, but the harder I fight off the feeling the stronger it grows. Jealousy is a weed growing quickly in my chest, vile roots planted firmly in my heart.

Normally my favorite part of the day would be waiting for Nikolai to return to his room in the palace after dinner and his evening duties. He’s always a bit softer in the evenings, during my last check-in of the day. I’m normally thrilled to be done organizing his room early because that means the second he arrives there will be no distraction. Most evenings, he’ll find me perched in the seat by his bed, reading. He’ll mock-scold me for daring to defy his orders and reading ahead from the book we both take turns reading aloud from each night. He then warns me that I better react exactly the way I did when I first read it or else. That threat is always followed by a gentle laugh.

Tonight I’m in no mood for our nightly banter or even our nightly reading. My mother had warned me of the dangers of getting too comfortable with the royal family. I should have heeded that warning when she first gave it to me, the morning she found Nikolai and I fast asleep on a couch in the library as children. The palace likes to bring up the children of the staff by training them to attend to the next generation of royals. It makes the staff more efficient, a lifetime of knowing what someone wants makes you better for them. It also creates some level of connection, making betrayal a little less likely. Nikolai and I might have taken it farther than most. But now I want a reminder of the way we’re supposed to be--maybe if I detach now the bleeding of my heart won’t kill me. That has to remain secret, because if I explain it to Nikolai something in me will break. The one line between us will be crossed.

This will be the sixth secret I’ve kept from Nikolai in my entire life.

The secrets:

I don’t know why I was picked for Nikolai. I wasn’t particularly skilled, but still, the day came when my mother was told that I now worked directly for the Lantsov boy. It’s an honor, a true one, but my mother had been a little nervous. To whom much is given, much is expected--and I detested Nikolai. Not for being a prince, but for being a prince who thought girls couldn’t race or fight.

The day my mother came looking for me because I never showed up for dinner and she found Nikolai and I attempting to fight in the way only a ten-year-old girl and eleven-year-old boy would, she had looked truly mortified. Nikolai had only laughed, either oblivious to my mother’s embarrassment or uncaring about it. He had then hugged me--an expression of care that had left me reeling. I saw him more as a rival than someone to tend to, but in that moment I saw him as a friend. Even more so when he told me he didn’t want me to go yet and that he was upset that so much of the day had been wasted by studies that kept him with boring people and away from me. And then he invited me to his lessons--my mother was quick to attempt to decline politely, but the desires of a prince at any age outweigh that of a mother.

After that, everyone kind of just stopped trying to remind us of our propriety. The tutor at first was concerned about my presence, but Nikolai remained stubborn. I wasn’t a big enough deal to cause an argument, so I began to attend lessons with him almost every day, only staying away when my mother needed aid with laundry or cleaning. His parents must have been somewhat aware of our friendship, but they must have been oblivious to our closeness because it was never mentioned.

My mother’s worry began to ease, she’d even started to take some pride when I’d come to our room proudly proclaiming that I scored two marks higher than Nikolai. She did, however, warn that it might be more tactful to let him score higher.

The comment was casual, just a suggestion, but it left me feeling wrong. It was the first time since we met that I had thought about our different statuses. I didn’t tell him--and that was the first secret I ever kept from him.

As we grew, we traded physical competition for academic rivalry, trying to best each other in both lessons and games of strategy like chess and cards. But with growing comes responsibility. Nikolai started to have obligations that were meant to be private. I couldn’t follow him at all times. But he’d always come back from locked door meetings grinning like he carried schoolyard gossip instead of government secrets. He shared everything with me, even when I playfully warned against it.

He’d always step closer when I teased that perhaps he shouldn’t tell me everything. And then he’d say, “If I can’t trust you, then I can’t trust anyone--and I don’t want to live in a world like that.” Often, he’d give my hand a light squeeze before moving on like he had not said anything intimate.

On a day in which Nikolai was in one of those meetings, I became a woman. When I first saw the blood, I had been horrified--but my mother was quick to explain that it was natural. She said that I was now a woman, a wonderful thing, really--but a thing that came with obligations. She told me that I could no longer have the impromptu ‘sleepovers’ with Nikolai unless he ordered it. I told her he’s never ordered me to do anything for him.

She didn’t ease, something in her had started to become nervous again. My mother had recently started to act the way she did when Nikolai and I first became friends. I didn’t want to fall asleep in Nikolai’s bed while I was bleeding, but I didn’t want to never have another sleepover with him again. Especially not when she refused to explain why being a woman changed so much.

I had decided to avoid Nikolai as much as possible until the sting of my mother’s new rule faded. Unfortunately, that night Nikolai was extra talkative--excited as he insisted I stay for a little longer. Soon, I found his familiar good naturedness melting away my nerves and before I knew it I was laughing in the middle of the night. When my eyelids started to feel heavy, I had moved from the chair, ready to head back to my room.

Nikolai had looked at me oddly before he asked why would I leave so late when it would be easier for me to just sleepover? It was an innocent question, he did not know about my change and I had wanted to keep it that way.

I tried playing coy, but Nikolai has always had a talent for getting around my better judgement. I don’t recall exactly how it happened, but I remember him standing in front of me. It was the first time I noticed how much had actually changed over the years--he was now taller than me for the first time in his life. His hair had started to grow a little longer, golden and soft-looking--and his face seemed much more angular. But he had not lost his boyish charm.

“Y/n?” My name fell softly from his lips, and that was the first time I had ever noted the fullness of them. I didn’t understand why I considered that something worth noting. “Did I do something to make you mad at me?”

Perhaps I had been a little curt--nerves and hormones had left me not feeling like myself. I didn’t tell him about the bleeding, I couldn’t. That became the second secret I kept from him--but I did tell him that my mother had told me I was a woman now, and that women can’t have sleepovers. Not with those of the opposite gender. I made no effort to hide my confusion because I expected him to be as perplexed as I was. But he was not confused--in fact, he had the audacity to laugh. My face flushed, but I did not know why.

“Why is that funny?” Maybe he thought I was still too much of a child to be considered a woman. I assumed it a fair assumption, I had not grown the way he had--my shoulders had not become sturdier and I had not become particularly broader. Still, I would rather melt into the floor than tell him about the reason my mother now considered me a woman. “My mother did say that, and I don’t know what being a ‘woman’ has to do with staying in your room at night.” Something strange had crossed over his features then, something much more brooding than I was used to.

I had blinked at him as unexplained nerves pooled in my stomach. Perhaps that look would have been enough to keep me silent if he had managed to not grin. That self-assured grin that had always challenged me. “Well since you know everything about my mother now, maybe you can tell me why she’s been acting strange. She’s starting to act the way she did when we first became friends.” I expected him to at least pretend to be worried. Perhaps his parents had spoken to her and had mentioned wanting our friendship to end. But his grin had only grown. Pride left me angry. “She did say that I could stay if you ordered it--but I’m glad you’ve never ordered me to do anything, so I can leave right now because you’re acting as odd as her. I don’t understand what you could find funny about our friendship ending.”

He had stopped me from storming out of his room by placing one hand on the wall between me and the door. “Y/n, don’t be cross--I’ll explain it all, I promise.” Angry pride made me want to storm away from him, but curiosity and something unknown and warm kept me in place. “Do you remember when we read the play about the rival families, how the two main characters had kissed?”

I remembered that part of the play especially well. The concept of kissing so casually, outside of marriage, had been jarring to me. “Yes.”

“Now that we’re older, your mother must be worried that we might do that.” He paused before leaning against the arm he placed on the wall to keep me from leaving a little more. “Kiss.”

The clarification was not needed--in that brief pause, I had allowed myself to imagine no distance between our lips. Something in me burned with embarrassment when I realized that some part of me found the thought appealing. The only thing I wanted in that moment was assurance that Nikolai would never know I felt that. That was my third secret, and the weight of it was heavy against my chest.

Still, though, all of my confusion had not yet left. “Is there much harm in a kiss?”

The question had left an odd smile on his lips. “There’s potential harm in what it could lead to for the woman, but not so much for the man.” He exhaled slowly as my face tensed. He could always read me too well because he was quick to add, “What it could lead to isn’t a bad thing, it’s meant to be pleasurable, but it’s serious.” I did not understand, but a part of me was starting to grow okay with that. Nikolai’s voice had started to become lower than ever, and his gaze remained tense. Perhaps if I accepted the confusion for now, things could go back to normal. If the conversation ended, I could stop thinking of his lips and his hands and what it would mean for them to touch me. “It’s considered a vice, like drinking or gambling.” The additional comment helped more than it should have. A vice--not scary and not painful, but not something to indulge in. That’s enough explanation for now. “If you want to know, I won’t deny you.”

I appreciated the offer tremendously. The vice that comes after kissing is clearly something that’s been intentionally kept from me. It’s something he was privy to that I was not, and he offered it to me like so much else. But if knowledge that my mother feared us kissing made me think of his lips, then I doubted I could handle knowing what comes after kissing.

“I’ll let you know when I want to know, but I appreciate the offer.” It felt like a fair response. His snarky grin came back immediately. Irritation rooted itself in my stomach. I hated not knowing more than him for once, but I still had one question I could not relinquish. “But what does that vice have to do with orders?”

At that, his smugness faltered. “It’s not unheard of, for princes and handmaids--for a prince to obligate a handmaid in order to fulfill his vice. Though many handmaids fill the vice of their own will for benefits.

The explanation left him like a confession. I didn’t understand his hesitance--it’s not like he’d ever make me do anything I didn’t want to do. Even when I worked, he was hesitant to ask me to go out of my way to bring him a glass of water. And I couldn’t imagine gaining anything from offering Nikolai something I didn’t really understand. I wasn’t naive to the fact that my life had more privileges than many palace servants. “Oh.”

His eyes hardened. “You know I’d never--”

“I know.” It was finally easy to smile again. “I never thought otherwise.” Something in him seemed to ease at that, his eyes went from hard to warm in less than a second.

I had no more questions for him and I was also no longer a flight risk, but Nikolai did not move. He did not step back to create a more appropriate distance and he did not drop his arm. His gaze, however, did move--dropping downwards, and slightly away from my eyes. I did the same, my eyes falling to his lips.

The silence between us began to make me feel like something in me was in danger of overflowing. “Then I guess my mother is once again worrying for no reason.” Strangely, I did not feel the need to feel embarrassed about staring at his lips. “Because I would never particularly want to kiss you, Nikolai Lantsov.”

The comment was meant to be teasing, a joke to clear away unknown tension. I should have known better than to challenge his pride because he instinctually moved his hand off the wall and beneath my chin. I did not flinch when he tilted my head upwards slightly with his fingers. “I could get you to want to kiss me if I wanted to.”

Three secrets in one night. I did not think I could bear a fourth one. “Hm…” The ground we treaded on felt unstable, but something in me trusted Nikolai to not let me falter. “I should--I should go before I give my mother anymore cause to worry.”

His fingers had brushed down my chin easily as he dropped his hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

And that he did. The days passed without mention of the last time he asked me to sleepover. It was as if nothing had changed except now I found myself noting things I most definitely did not want to note. These didn’t feel like individual secrets because it felt easy to group each admirational thought into one secret. Soon, that became my new normal--easy banter, easy touches of hands, and easy yet silent admirations of his beauty.

I never wandered too hard about what the vice that kissing can lead to entailed. I didn't particularly want to know, but knowing that I could ask Nikolai at any time brought a sense of security to me. But besides that, I never thought of that conversation until the day I was asked to look for Nikolai because he was late for dinner.

That in itself was odd, most of the time when Nikolai was late it was because he was with you. I checked his room, two other rooms he was known to frequent, and then finally the library. First, I noticed a handmaid two years older than me. I was finally at an age when one begins to compare their beauty to those around them, and I recognized the girl as gorgeous. She was better endowed than me, physically, and she always seemed fun. And then I noticed Nikolai, standing closer to her than I’ve ever seen him stand to anyone. His expression was serious as the girl giggled.

Nikolai’s expression shifted from tense to shocked when he saw me. “Y/n.”

It took me a moment longer than it should have to realize what I had interrupted. Guilt and jealousy were quick to twist in my stomach. “Dinner--your parents sent me to look for you.”

He was quick to walk around the girl, who was quick to glare at me. I attempted to disappear down the hall after mumbling a quick apology, but Nikolai was faster than me.

“Y/n,” he did not hesitate to grab my wrist.

It shouldn’t have irked me the way it did, after all, neither of us had ever really hesitated to touch each other. I had always reached for him when I wanted him, and he had done the same. But the thought of the same hands that touched the most beautiful girl I had ever seen on me left me bitter in a way I didn’t understand.

Still, I pushed through all of that. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, your mother asked me to look for you because she assumed you’d be with me when you were late to dinner. I didn’t think that there’d be--”

“You didn’t interrupt anything.” The words came out flat as his eyes took on the same quality they did the night he explained my mother’s concern to me. “Valaria wishes there was something to interrupt, but there wasn’t.”

Oh. I refused to let the correction inflate me. “Would you like me to not come to your room tonight?”

The offer felt awkward to make. “No,” the answer came quickly, “In fact, go there now--I want to see you right after dinner. I’ve missed you today.” The instruction left my face feeling warm. “We could read an extra chapter of our book if you’d like.”

Despite myself, I grinned. “Yes.”

“Looking forward to it.”

True to his word, Nikolai was quick to return to his room. He had come back to me eagerly, going out of his way to squeeze my shoulder as he entered the room.

I opened the book to the chapter we had left off on, but before I could start reading, Nikolai stopped me. “Sit next to me?”

The question came softly. It had been some time since we sat next to each other on his bed. Still, I moved off of the chair and to his bed. Something in me longed for the familiar closeness of childhood. I allowed him to play with my fingers as I read.

“You know you could take one night off from me if you wanted to.” The admission left me softly, part of unsure if he was still paying attention to my words. “She was pretty, it wouldn’t have hurt my feelings if you told me you wanted me to not come tonight.”

Nikolai exhaled easily, squeezing my fingers once. “I said I wanted to see you and I meant it.”

It took all of my energy to push past the way his words made my stomach leap. “In general, if you ever--”

Nikolai cut me off by laying his head on my lap the way he used to. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” It was the first time in years that he spoke to me in a way that acknowledged his authority. “Keep reading please.”

And that was the last time we had ever mentioned other handmaids in that context. The fifth secret I ever kept from him was the way I worried that one day that would change.

The door creaks open while I’m in the middle of fluffing an already pristine pillow. Nikolai steps into the room, but I continue to work.

“Darling,” he breathes too easily, “Today has been painful.” I straighten, looking at him as casually as I can manage. “And now I have to deal with you being mad at me.”

Damn him and his ability to read me with one look. “I’m not mad.”

“You know you can’t lie to me,” he sighs, stepping forward, “We’ve known each other too long for that.”

I press my lips together, irrational anger pushing itself into me at an odd angle. “We’ve also known each other too long to keep secrets.”

His eyebrows draw together, a look so quizzical I’m reminded of our schooling days. “What secrets have I kept from you?”

Mentioning that had been a mistake. I exhale as flatly as possible. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” My dismissal only has Nikolai’s expression hardening. I drop my gaze. “Unless you need something, I’m retiring my services for the evening.”

I take a reluctant step towards the door, eyes attached to the floor. “Y/n,” his voice is gentle. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired.” Please let that be at least somewhat believable. “I’m sure I’ll feel more like myself in the morning.” I take another step, a little more assured. Nikolai’s hand is on my shoulder before I can escape. “Nikolai--”

“Y/n,” his voice is that of velvet, “I can’t have you be mad at me. Not now.”

Sighing, I meet his gaze. The tiredness I see behind his eyes is almost enough to chase away my nerve. What I’d give to be able to melt into our familiar routine. “Then you should have told me you were almost engaged to a literal Saint--the same literal Saint who’s one of my closest friends.”

Nikolai’s expression shifts as his hand drops from my shoulder slowly, fingers brushing down my arm before he finally intertwines our fingers. I bite my tongue to avoid squeezing his hand, but I don’t move to separate us either. He studies me silently, eyebrows drawn together. The longer he stares, the more whatever turmoil he’s experiencing seems to dissipate. After a minute of silence, I can read his expression perfectly. His lips are pressed together in that coy way--the way he only looks when he’s suppressing a smile.

I loathe him for it. “Nikolai Lantsov, don’t you dare laugh--not after what you did. Do you have any idea what it felt like to have Alina casually mention the fact that you almost married her casually? Like that was common knowledge to everyone but me?”

My words break away the last of his self control. He grins, flashing his annoyingly perfect teeth. “Do you have any idea what it feels like for me to want nothing more than to see you and then you let me believe something may actually be wrong when the only issue is your jealousy?”

The amusement in his tone is like poison to me. I find the strength to jerk my hand away from him. “I am not jealous.” He laughs; I am further enraged. “I am not.” The genuineness of my anger must finally register on some level, because he tries to suppress his smile. “I have every right to be mad at my best friend for not telling me that he was almost married.”

“We didn’t exactly come close,” he manages, expression still much too light for my taste. “I’m glad for Alina’s sake, I’m not sure being a Saint would be enough to protect her.”

He is infuriating. “I’m not sure anything you have will be enough to protect you.”

Something in his gaze shifts, softening the tilt of his mouth. “I don’t doubt that.”

I don’t know what I expected from him--but not this. I thought he’d be at least somewhat apologetic. “You should have told me.”

“I would have if I felt it was significant.”

“I’m your best friend--your marriage is significant to me. And even though it’s not like you’re engaged to her right now, you should have told me. You know I talk to Alina all the time.”

He sighs once, a hint of apology threatening to ghost over his eyes. “If I knew not knowing would have upset you so much I would have told you. I was--I was just so excited to be around you again I didn’t see much relevance in anything that didn’t involve you.”

The intensity that Nikolai regards me with is enough to wither all of my fury. But without my anger, I am left spiraling in emotion that I’ve been pushing against for years. My mother’s warning about relationships with those above us rings in my ears--sharp and headache inducing. I am still when he reaches for my hand again, but I do no allow myself to return the gentle squeeze of his fingers.

“I’m not sure much outside of you has significance.” He’s giving me a look I am familiar with. A look he often uses to chase away my anger.

Without my anger, I have nothing to keep me from melting into him, indulging in his presence fully. It’s so easy with him and I blinded myself to the danger of that. He may not be marrying Alina, but one day he will marry someone. A person worthy of his status--and what would I be left doing? Washing their laundry? Tearing up when I dusted the library and came across a book we had read together? Enough damage has already been done--I need to cut myself with this blade now in hopes of making sure I can one day recover.

He will get married one day, and nothing will be the same. And that’s a good thing--he deserves the love of a princess or queen. I want his happiness, even if it’s not with me. But some vindictive part of me hopes that some part of him will miss me. That some part of him will be dulled without me.

I’m a fool--he will remember me as the handmaid from his youth. The girl who made him laugh once or twice before he grew up. I force my hand out of his grasp. “You can’t win me over with words every time.” I need to get out of here before he says something that makes me lose all resolve. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be here to prepare you for breakfast.”

“Y/n.”

I step forward, refusing to look at him. “Goodnight.”

He sighs, his hand quick to grab my arm. Before I can question him I feel myself pulled back. I expect him to pull me just close enough so that I have to meet his gaze. He continues, pulling me sharply before placing a quick hand on my shoulder, forcing me down. My back hits his bed.

I sit up as soon as the reality of what just happened seeps into my mind. “Nikolai, what in the Saints--”

“If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one.”

I scoff, thoughts of escaping him put on hold by the principle of pride. Fine. I’ll beat him one last time, and then I’ll let us separate. I shove him. He laughs--of course this is funny to him. He got to keep fighting past the age of about eleven. His laughter adds to my anger, I move to shove him again, but he catches my wrist easily. I struggle against his hold, shoving him a third time with my still free hand. He pushes me slightly. That’s all it takes to unleash familiar habits.

Our small fight is hardly fair. He has all the advantage--more training, and he’s standing above me. When I finally make a move that might give me some success, Nikolai leans forward. He practically tackles me, his weight forcing me flat against the bed.

I move an arm, ready to push him off of me. Nikolai snags my wrists, holding them above my head. “This means I win.” I roll my eyes, anger returning.

“Let me go.”

He sighs tiredly, but the smugness radiating off of him is suffocating. “Admit that you were jealous.”

There are a lot of things I am willing to do for him--but never that. I cannot give him the one separation I still have. “I wasn’t.”

“Then why are you mad?”

I press my lips together. “I told you--”

“Do you really think you could lie to me?”

“You don’t know me that well.”

Nikolai moves his freehand, touching my chin as a way to ask me to look at him. I meet his gaze hesitantly. “Yes, I do, and that’s never bothered you before but it does now.”

Maybe this is a conversation better had bluntly. “It bothers me now because you’re too old to hold onto the daughter of a palace handmaid and I’m too old to pretend that our different statuses don’t matter.”

“Y/n,” he breathes, “Nothing’s changed. Status didn’t matter to me when we were children, and it doesn’t matter to me now.”

“You can afford to say things like that.”

“What good is my title if it means I can’t,” he pauses, eyes hesitant, “If I can’t keep things the same between us?”

I smile, the sadness of the look weighs on me and I can’t even see it. “Nikolai, you always knew things would change.”

“No, I--”

“You can’t tell me you think your future wife would like you having such a close relationship with a handmaid.” I press my lips together. “One day you’ll fall in love and get married and you’ll want me to leave your bedchamber as soon as dinner is over because you’ll be eager to spend time with your wife.” His gaze hardens. “And that’s not a bad thing. It’s actually a really good thi--”

The last syllable of my sentence dies in my throat. Nikolai, who must be possessed by something, leans down and presses his lips against mine. I beg myself to resist, but his gentleness is everything I’ve ever wanted. He releases my hands in favor of holding my face. That’s all it takes--my hands move without my permission, into his hair--pulling him closer to me. What am I doing? I’m insane. Placing my hands on his chest cautiously, I push just slightly. He’s quick to obey, pulling away while allowing his teeth to brush against my bottom lip.

I gape at him--taking in his now slightly swollen lips. “Nikolai.” He can’t do this to me. We’re friends. Despite the fact that I’ve loved him more than I should--we’re friends. “You’re being extremely unfair.”

He draws his eyebrows together, sitting up quickly and moving off of me. “I’m being unfair? I have spent my entire life loving y--”

I sit up, furious in a new way. “You have not!” This is the dumbest I have ever been. I move to stand, still feeling the softness of his lips against mine.

“Your tooth fell out.” The sharpness of his words forces me to still.

“What?”

I can’t bring myself to turn and look at him, but I’ve always been able to feel any heaviness he bears. The weight of it leaves little room for air in my lungs. “You were ten. I told you ‘girls couldn’t fight’ so you punched me in the face. That was the first time we ever fought--I didn’t mean to hit you in the face, but you moved. You moved and I hit you in the mouth and your last baby tooth fell out. I expected you to cry or get angry, but you just blinked at me and laughed. You were happy to lose your last baby tooth because it meant you were grown up. And then you smiled and asked me if you looked older. If anything, the gap in your smile made you look younger but I told you that you looked like a grown-up because I wanted you to keep smiling. Because your smile made me feel like I won something.” I turn on my heels, but I cannot meet his gaze. “That was the moment I fell in love with you--so don’t tell me I haven’t spent my entire life loving you.”

The weight of his words is harder to survive against than the heaviness of his feelings. “Nikolai, you know we can’t ever be together--”

“Why not?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I manage, voice low, “You almost married the Sun Summoner--”

“That was political--”

“Exactly, your marriage is meant to be political, and if it happens to be out of love--which is what I hope you get, because it is what you deserve--it will be to someone of status.”

Nikolai stands, the movement is that of a king, not the boy I know. “I do not want status or to love someone else--I want you.”

“I can’t take that from you--”

“You can’t take anything from me because I’ve already given it all to you.”

I press my lips together, heart tearing for him. “I love you too much to ruin you.”

My words seem to snap something in him because his eyes darken, the way he watches me adjusting accordingly. “You can’t ruin something that’s always been yours.”

I let myself smile. At him. At his words. At the foolish hope the child in me has clung to after all of these years. I reach for him thoughtlessly, because I have the right to. Because I’ve always had the right to. He’s quick to respond, kissing me with much more security than before.

This time, he pulls away of his own regard. “You still haven’t admitted that you were jealous.”

His teasing smugness isn’t as sour to me anymore. “I wasn’t.”

Nikolai pulls me towards him easily, lips threatening to brush against me, warm breath against my face. “Are you sure, darling? You were awfully quick to claim what’s yours.”

I roll my eyes, grinning so widely I’m surprised my face doesn’t yet hurt. “You’re the one that fell for a ten-year-old girl with a bloody mouth.”

When he smiles back at me, he places a hand on my hip, pulling me forward slightly. “That I did.” He pulls me forward slightly. "Does this mean you can sleep in here again?"

"If anything, this is more reason for me to sleep in another room." He rolls his eyes, pulling me even closer. "But I won't tell if you don't."

Nikolai leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Deal."

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treesnutsandleaveswrites · 3 years

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Left Behind

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: After staying with Roland Durand, you make up with the team and head out on another mission

Warning: Angst, some fluff, ANGST, injury, Imperial!Crosshair at the end, mentions of shooting and violence, Bad Batch spoilers ig

Word Count: 2445

A/N: I’m kind of on a writing kick rn lol

pt xx, pt xxii

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You woke up to the sun reaching your eye-line. It was an odd thing to wake up to. The sun barely shined into the flat Cid was letting the Batch borrow, and there was barely any sunlight on Kamino to wake you up either. You sat up in the bed and let the silk sheets pool around. If it wasn’t obvious already, you had stayed the night at Roland’s, deeming it a bit late to buy off a speeder and head back to Cid’s. Beeping came from the communicator of your armor, which made your heart skip a beat.

“Ah, kriff…” You muttered before getting up and grabbing it, “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Hunter asked with a hiss in his voice, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine… I’m still in town.”

He sighed and you could basically hear him pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Just… try to get back before the sun is at its highest point or else Echo is gonna reign hellfire on the city to find you.”

You nodded, “Yeah… got it.”

The communicator went dead as Roland walked in wearing a new set of clothes.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?”

You smiled while still looking at the communicator, tossing it slightly in your hands, “Like a baby…”

He observed your movements and his face fell, “Duty calls?”

You nodded, “I should go.”

“Alright… I’ll have a few of my guards escort you. Get ready, I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

“Okay…” You whispered as he walked out.

*******

You made your way out of the building and found a few guards waiting in a speeder.

“Where’s Roland?”

“Dealing with some business. He said to take you back to Cid’s.” One of them explained which caused you to nod and get into the speeder. It wasn’t long until the speeder pulled up in front of Cid’s parlor, where Hunter was talking with Echo and Wrecker. You hopped out of the speeder and waved them off before they pulled out and turned the corner.

“Ad’ika! There you are!” Wrecker grinned before picking you up into a tight hug.

“Hi, Wreck.” You smiled as he set you down and followed them inside.

Tech was sitting at the bar with Omega, showing her something on his datapad. He glanced up at you, then pulled out his blaster and aimed in your direction. The others had done so and were facing the threshold, which made you turn. Roland was standing there in one of his guard’s uniforms, holding the helmet under his arm.

“I’m not here to take your things again, don’t worry.” He said nonchalantly.

“Why are you here?” Cid wondered, leaning against the bar.

He didn’t bother to answer her as he turned his attention to you, “I had to see you were safe…”

You shook your head, “You shouldn’t be here…” You urged back into the threshold, “Please, go…”

“Lodestar…” He whispered, stopping your motions and holding your hands, “You’re welcome anytime, you know that?”

You nodded, not looking into his eyes, “I know…”

“Be careful.” He whispered, kissing your knuckles and leaving the parlor.

You stood in the threshold for a moment before making your way into the parlor.

“So you’re working for anyone now?” Cid asked maliciously.

“I didn’t do a job for him…”

“Well, then what the hell were you doing?”

“Nothing. If I did a job, I would’ve given the money to you.” You admitted, placing your helmet down.

“What did he want?”

“Nothing, he has no interest in your parlor anymore.” You murmured.

“If I catch you slipping up again, you’re out! I don’t care what these boys say!” Cid stated which caused you to nod. A hand was placed on your shoulder and you turned to see Tech.

“Darling-”

“You’re right…” You said plainly, “You shouldn’t trust me.”

“Lodestar-” Echo started.

“I… should have never left with you.”

“Don’t say that, ad’ika.” Wrecker pleaded.

“Cyare…” Hunter murmured, going up to you, “you’re struggling… with something many people struggle with. We aren’t gonna give up on you just like that…”

“Tech was drunk, and whether he likes it or not… he’s not always right.” Echo insisted.

“For once, I agree with that statement.” Tech remarked.

“Please, don’t go.” Omega whispered, “You’re our family. We need you.”

You looked at her for a moment before nodding. She hugged you tight and you hugged her back gently.

“Okay! Enough with the hugging! It’s hurting my eyes!” Cid groaned, “I guess you can stay in touch with Roland, be a double agent or somethin’.”

You smiled gently, but then Omega spoke up.

“What was with the hand kissing thing?”

“Yeah…” Hunter crossed his arms,”What was that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Nothing happened. I guess… he just has slight feelings?”

“Slight?! When we were held hostage, he couldn’t keep himself away from her!” Omega laughed.

“Omega!” You exclaimed.

“You can stay friends with him… but make sure he isn’t too comfortable.” Echo instructed.

“C’mon… you really think I’d give up the four of you for one of him? It’s gonna take more than sweet talk and a four course meal to get out of your hooks.” You crossed your arms. Wrecker laughed and scooped you into his arms.

“That’s our girl!”

All of you headed towards the Marauder and you looked around in confusion.

“Wrecker, where are you taking me?”

“Ah, we have a mission!”

“Seriously? Huh, I guess your enhancements help you recover from hangovers quicker…”

Wrecker set you down once you were all loaded into the ship.

*******

You were looking over some data on the computer while Omega was working on some wiring on Gonky and Hunter was sitting next to you, flipping his knife around.

“We’re being hailed.” Wrecker called out, “It’s from Rex!”

You all looked at each other before heading into the cockpit. Echo opened the transmission on the projector and you saw Rex in a large cloak.

“Hello, boys. Sorry to get right to it, but I could use your help.”

“What do you need, Captain?” Hunter wondered.

“I’ve received a distress signal from a clone trooper, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment to retrieve him.”

“You want us to recover a reg?”

“He’s an old friend, and he’s in trouble. I need you to get him out.”

“Out of what exactly?”

Beeping went off in the transmission, which caused Rex to get frantic, “Can’t talk right now. Sending you his signal. I’ll be in touch.” Then the transmission ended.

“What was that about?” asked Wrecker.

“The distress signal sent by CC-5576 is originating from Daro: a terrestrial planet in the Outer Rim with no known settlements or installations.

“What’s he doing all the way out there?” You wondered.

“Well, does it matter?” Echo asked.

“We’ve gone on missions before without intel, this is stretching it.”

“Rex wouldn’t ask us for help if it wasn’t urgent.” Echo insisted.

“Echo’s got a point.” Wrecker agreed.

“May I remind you that we are in the middle of a job for Cid. If we deviate, we will not be compensated. No money means no food.”

“Oh yeah, Tech’s got a point.” Wrecker said.

“But Rex’s friend is in trouble, that’s more important than getting paid.” Omega butted in.

“Well, the kids got a point.” Wrecker finalized, which caused you to chuckle.

Hunter hesitated before having a small staredown with Echo. He sighed gently, “Lodestar, what’s your say?”

You sat back, “I am ‘Lodestar the Liberator’… you already know my answer, love.”

Hunter nodded, “Fine. We’ll check things out.”

You all nodded in agreement and prepped for Daro.

*******

Tech landed the ship and you all trailed out, following Tech as he tracked the clone’s signal. You looked around, staying behind the group in case of any surprises.

“The signal is coming from here.” Tech announced, which caused Omega to go ahead and find the beacon connected to a large log.

“Found it!” She handed it to Tech.

“Where’s the reg?” Wrecker looked around. Hunter took off his helmet and looked at the ground. You crouched when you felt some uneven earth.

“Hunter… track marks.” You announced, “Fresh… maybe from last night or early this morning.”

“We’re too late… the reg’s been caught.” Hunter concluded, “He was running, then he got dragged this way.”

You all followed him as he moved further towards the mountain just nearby.

“There’s something here.” Hunter looked up at the mountain.

“You’re right. There’s something jamming my signal.”

“I thought you said there was nothing here!” Wrecker exclaimed.

“That data appears to be inaccurate.” Tech stated.

“Wrecker, you, Omega, and Lodestar head back to the ship.”

“I thought-” Omega started.

“Coming here was up for debate. This is not.” Hunter said sternly before turning to you, “I need you to help fly the ship just in case Wrecker needs to bring in heavy fire.”

You nodded and urged Omega to follow Wreck back to the Marauder. Before you went to join them, you grabbed Hunter’s helmet and bumped it with his gently.

“Be careful…”

He nodded before urging his brothers to the mountain. You watched them for a moment before heading back to the cruiser.

Omega paced in the shuttle while waiting for her brothers to come back. You were adjusting the scope on your helmet while Wrecker sat back in one of the chairs. “Meg… come here.” You called, which caused her to hesitate before she stood in front of you. You let out a small laugh and caressed her cheek, “Y’know who you remind me of?” “Who?” She asked grumpily.

“Me.” You smiled, “I was never allowed to go with the others on the field… they made sure I stayed on the ship.”

“They’ve been on so many missions, how could you stand it?”

“I trusted them and they trusted me… of course, I was worried, but they ended up coming back at the end…”

She groaned, “I’m a part of the team now! I should be a part of the action!”

“Dealing with bugs on Ord Mantell wasn’t action? Or co-piloting a shuttle?”

She sighed, “It was, but I want more!”

You chuckled, “You really are a clone at heart… always ready for the action.” You sighed and cupped her face, “But even clones your age need some preparation and training before going into big battles.”

“The clones who are younger than me look as old as Rex!”

You shook your head, “Patience, ‘Meg… there will be a time when you will lead them… right now, we wait.”

She sighed and nodded, going back to her pacing. You went back to cleaning up your armor as you all waited. Eventually, you were in the main part of the ship tending to D-5.

“Maybe let’s not leave you in the mount next time, D-5.”

“D-d-d-damaged?”

“It’s not bad, buddy. Your balance module is just out of place again, and you bent your antenna.”

You finished fixing him and set him next to Gonky, “Stay there, okay?”

“O-o-okay.”

You shook your head and spoke to yourself, “Why do I expect him to listen?”

You made your way into the cockpit, seeing Wrecker and Omega doing the same thing.

“How can you be so calm?” Omega burst at Wrecker.

“I’m recharging! I’ll be ready to go when they call!”

Suddenly, the comm channel opened, “Wrecker! Omega! Lodestar! Meet us at our location!”

Omega got into the pilot's seat with Wrecker, “We’re on our way!”

You stood behind them, hanging on to the back of the chairs.

“Focus, Omega! Stay steady!” You instructed.

“Got it! We are on approach!”

You headed towards the hatch and opened it, pulling out you blaster and stunning the troopers behind them.

“Meg! Get closer!” You called, hanging onto the threshold. Wrecker came to join you as you helped Tech and the other clone onto the ship. You heard an approaching ship.

“We’ve got incoming, 6 o’clock!” You called to Tech, who took over the ships controls.

“Wrecker, get on the gunner’s mount!” Tech ordered. You nodded to Wrecker as you shot at the incoming troopers. You hopped off the ship to help them fend off the attackers as the ship swooped out to avoid the airfighters.

“I said stay on the ship!” Hunter ordered.

“Well, do you want me to jump off the mountain and fly to them?!”

He shook his head as you helped Echo fight off some troopers.

“We’re coming back around! Be ready!” Tech announced on comms

The ship pulled up and Echo jumped onto the ship as you and Hunter shot at the troopers. You looked back to make sure he got on safe, getting hit in the arm in the process.

“Ah!” You were flung back by the blast, losing your balance.

“Lodestar!”

Tech maneuvered the ship to try and catch you, but to no avail, you were already off the platform. Hunter tried to jump for the edge of the ship to catch you, but he missed and he too fell down the cliff.

“Hunter! Lodestar!” Omega called, but Echo grabbed her and urged her into the ship.

As Hunter fell, he tried to dampen his fall by latching into the mountain with his knife, but it wouldn’t hold. He had landed just before a clearing and looked up to see where you fell.

“Lodestar!” He called, “Lodestar!”

“Multiple system failures, we can't take anymore hits!” Tech said on comms.

“Get the ship out of here! I have to find Lodestar and we’ll get back to you!”

“Negative, the odds of escape are not in your favor!”

“I’m not leaving her behind! Go Tech! That’s an order!”

He looked ahead, seeing a shuttle land multiple troopers approaching.

“No! Turn around!” Omega cried, “Hunter, tell them to come back! Order them to come back!”

“Sorry, kid… I can’t do that…” Hunter sighed before sheathing his dagger and surrendering to the troopers.

*******

Crosshair arrived with his squad and looked to the commanding officer who approached him.

“Commander, the other clones got away but we have their leader.”

“What about the other girl?”

“Troopers reported she fell off the cliff. She’s most likely dead.”

“And if she isn’t? That woman has connections all over the outer rim. Do you want the Pykes or the Hutts to be involved with our affairs?”

“N-no, sir.”

“My squad and I will find her with help from your troopers. Get a shuttle ready.” Crosshair ordered and watched as the commanding officer rushed off.

“Commander, do we really need the girl? Isn’t the leader enough?”

Crosshair sneered at his squad member, “Like I said. She has connections in the outer rim. She’s valuable. We aren’t leaving here without her.”

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ladyvesuvia · 3 years

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@firewhiskyss: 🎢 harry with either “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” or “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” because my heart can’t handle angst rn 😋☝🏼|| for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Summary: Being stuck in the elevator is bad enough, but being with a stranger makes matters worse.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: not proofread, light cursing, elevators, power outage + let me know if i missed anything

A/N: too bad u cant handle angst i could’ve found ways to sneak that into this hehe jk anywaaayy ok i felt uninspired sorry hydagjih

Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

AN HOUR OR SO AGO

“Hold the door!” said a voice from the lobby. Harry pressed the open door button in haste, the doors doing as it was told to do. The figure rushed inside, hair dripping wet on the tiled floor of the elevator. He kept his eyes trained to floor as she moved his way to press the button to the eighth floor. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

The girl next to him began to dry her drenched hair with a purple towel, patting herself dry. Harry risked a brief glance in her direction — she was wearing a floral one-piece swimsuit which she layered with denim shorts. When she caught his eye, they both inched away from each other uncomfortably. To their relief, the elevator started to move up.

Nobody seemed to be coming in just yet. After all, it was six p.m. and most were probably outside biding their time for night swimming. Harry, on the other hand, just came down to get a box of doughnuts for Mr. Weasley, who he can only assume was changing into his swimming trunks in their hotel room. The rest were probably doing the same.

Harry was waiting for it to reach the ninth floor when the elevator lurched to a stop on the seventh. While Harry refused to meet eye contact with the girl next to him, she was busy trying to convince herself it was alright.

It’s okay, she thought to herself as she made a show of more aggressive patting of her hair in more of an attempt to calm her drumming heartbeat than to really dry it. Another passenger was probably just entering.

But she knew better, they both knew better. The lights above them began to blink in an inconsistent manner. To her dismay, the doors did not open nor did they continue to go up.

They both turned to each other with a bewildered look on their faces. Harry made to reach for his wand, but held himself back. Then the lights went out along with the tiny ones coming from the buttons. Harry froze. He heard the stranger next to him shift, probably wrapping the towel around herself. She had stopped pretending to pat herself now. Harry watched as her as she dropped her bag down on the wet tiled floor and pulled out a bulky gray block from it. Harry stood there awkwardly as if a statue while she kept on fumbling with the block thingy he now recognized was a flip phone. A light glowed from it, her face looking similar to that of a ghost.

She pressed it against her ear, but it seemed to not be working. She then raised her hand higher in hopes of getting better reception to no avail. Harry cleared his throat. The girl’s head whipped to his direction. “The emergency call button,” said Harry.

“I know,” she spat, reaching out for the buttons. But instead of clicking that particular button, she clicked the button for opening doors. Harry noticed she seemed to be shivering a bit even with the towel.

The girl was still dripping, albeit lesser now. She kept pressing the open door repetitively with her wrinkly fingers. Harry remained stiff, unsure if he should use his wand. “What floor are we currently?”

Taken aback, Harry didn’t respond for a couple of seconds until she reached out to his shoulder to check on him. “Oh, er — seventh, I think.”

He then heard her click a button he supposed was for the seventh, then a bunch of other buttons the next.

“We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die. . . .” Harry found that he preferred the constant clicking noises from the buttons over her constant reminder of their ‘impending doom.’ It was like fourth year all over again when their Divination teacher Professor Trelawney kept telling him he was going to die an early death. She kept chanting to herself in hysterics.

“Have you tried . . . the emergency call button? The one with the bell?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” said the girl. To his surprise, she picked up her bag again and aimed it at the elevator door before swinging it right in the middle. She then started banging her fist hard on the doors, pounding. “Help! I’m stuck! I mean, we’re stuck! Hello? I’m wi —”

“There’s a press to call thing here,” pointed Harry.

“Good,” she remarked as she practically run to it when the elevator made a creaking noise from above. The girl let out a shriek as she fell backwards and pulled Harry down with her. “Lie flat or we’re both gonna die!”

“Why — ?”

“JUST DO IT.” He did. Both of them sprawled their legs and he felt the damp floor wet his back a bit, but he was still weighing the pros and cons of pulling out his wand. Of course, if it were up to him, he’d pull it out in a heartbeat but the Weasleys’ vacation was on the line and he couldn’t jeopardize that by—

The elevator whined, and it felt as if it was moving a bit. “We’re gonna plummet to do our death!”

“Calm down,” said Harry, hardly knowing why he even bothered in the first place because he didn’t know what to say next especially with the girl’s expectant eyes on him. He thought of what Hermione had told them when they first came here, who then attempted to calm the others down about their feelings on Muggle Elevators. “Er — elevators are one of the safest ways of transportation with only the fatality rate of zero point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-something-fifteen percent per trip.”

“Oh, shut up, stranger,” cried the girl. “There’s still a fifteen in that end. We’re gonna die, accept that!”

“You seem to be the one having troubles accepting that,” argued Harry back. She shot him a glare.

“I haven’t written my will and we’re gonna die. You see — you hear that rumble? We’re slowly falling down and we’re gonna die. I should have — should have taken the stairs. Please, please, please let me live! I swear I’ll start eating vegetables! This is it stranger, we’re gonna die.”

“That’s a bit melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“We’re about to die and you have time to think? Lie with your chunkiest bits on the floor to increase our chance of survival.”

He wanted to argue, but he resorted to inching further away from her and stretching his limbs awkwardly.

“Damn it, you shouldn’t have kept the door open!”

“How is that my fault? If anything, I was being nice,” said Harry.

“Being nice? You just sentenced me to my death and now I’m dying in this cramped space in a swimsuit and shorts that aren’t even for swimming!”

Surprisingly, the elevator whined to a stop. They remained on the floor for half a minute. Eventually, she was the first to stand up. Dusting herself and not meeting Harry’s eye, she smashed the bell button with her finger. It buzzed for a few seconds before a guy’s voice answered.

“Hello,” said the operator. The intercom seemed to be having troubles.

“Uh, hello, hi,” replied the girl.

“So are you currently stuck in the elevator?” Harry could hear the girl turn to him in the dark and call up the look of utter disbelief, as if wanting to reply, ‘No shit.’

“Yes, very much.”

“Okay, are you alone?” asked the operator.

“Unfortunately, no. I’m with . . .” she trailed off, turning to Harry with prolonged contemplation. “With stranger. I’m with stranger. A stranger. With a stranger, I mean.”

“May I know your names please?”

“Uh, sure? I’m . . . Papier Matchen and this is —”

“Har — Neville. Neville Longbottom, sir,” answered Harry. The operator did not respond. “Neville Longbottom.”

“Are you both guests?” asked the operator.

“Yes,” said [Y/N]. “Wait, are you a guest?”

“I am a guest,” said Harry stiffly.

“He’s a guest,” she added, as if in an attempt to keep whatever morale is left high. The operator didn’t respond again. “Hey, uh, operator? It would really help if you didn’t keep disappearing on us.” She chuckled nervously.

“What floor are you currently on?” said the voice with a bit more static.

“Uh, well,” she said, turning to Harry, “last time we checked, it was on the seventh but it moved down a bit and we might be in-between floors seven and six.”

“Alright, thank you. We’re currently experiencing a city wide power outage, and it appears that the back-up battery in Elevator Three has not yet been replaced since the last brownout. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry. So, uh, is any of your authorities gonna come and pick us up?”

No response. She pressed the button again. And again. And again. No sound came, not even static. “Hello? Hi?”

When no one responded again, she slumped to the floor once more, her hair still wet but no longer dripping. “Sit down,” she said, pointing at the spot right next to her. Harry obliged. “You can sit across, I don’t care. I know I smell like chlorine right now.”

Harry sat across from her, leaning back against the wall. She didn’t talk either. This went on for about five minutes until Harry had the urge to do something or at least say something.

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking,” he started.

“A dangerous pastime, you should be afraid. Go ahead,” she said, gesturing a finger gun his way.

“Shouldn’t we try to get out of this?”

“Who are you, Bruce Willis? Need I remind you that you are Nev . . . Bottom?”

“That’s not actually my name,” said Harry.

“Same, I just said Papier Matchen off the top of my head. Like papier mache but witchy. My name’s actually pretty good, I think. I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Oh, wait, nope, don’t like it.”

“I think it’s good.” [Y/N] turned on her phone and shone it around until it landed on his face. Harry realized he had kept the box of doughnuts in the corner when she made them sit down. “I’m Harry,” he said when she finally turned off the phone.

[Y/N] turned it on again and directed it to the box of doughnuts. “Are those doughnuts to make us super tiny like Alice in Wonderland or something?”

“Oh, those are for my friend’s father.”

“Let’s eat it, I’m hungry,” said [Y/N].

“It’s for my friend’s father.”

“You have to realize that that is so not a good enough point. We’re trapped in an elevator with no means of communication with that musty man and eating that is the only thing we can do. Unless you want to do something else?”

“Er — What?” choked Harry, clearing his throat. “Okay, fine, uh, doughnuts.”

She made a triumphant sound Harry couldn’t explain, but paid it no mind as she reached out to grab the box of doughnuts from the corner. She set it in front of her.

“Hey, these are from my aunt’s bakery.”

“They are?” asked Harry.

“Yeah! The one across the street from here?” asked [Y/N], to which Harry nodded. “Ooh, you got the one with Oreos? Nice! I helped design those.”

“Okay, uh, can I have some?”

“I thought it was against your will to take some of these from your ’friend’s dad?’” teased [Y/N], but she handed him a doughnut anyway. Harry began to eat just like she did. “Sorry I forced you to lie down here. . . .”

She looked at him, waiting for something. What? Harry furrowed his brows, confused.

“Sorry, I mean, what’s your name again?” asked [Y/N], hints of the chocolate stuck between her teeth and some on her lips.

“Harry Potter,” replied Harry, who debated against himself whether or not he should point it out. After all, she seemed to be having a good time and they just started to lose the tension. “You’ve got uh, something on your, you know.”

“I know,” said [Y/N], but she didn’t do anything about it. “Anyway, can you believe six and seven are lucky numbers yet here we are, stuck in the wretched elevator between them?”

“No, that’s why I don’t really believe in those . . . things.”

“I’d say that’s insulting, but I’m dripping in my swimwear while I’m stuck in the elevator with a total stranger, so fair enough.”

Harry didn’t know how long they were talking, but it just went on. He was pretty sure there were times he even laughed. Harry reached out to grab another doughnut when he realized she was holding it as well. They both let it drop back to the box.

“Oh, no, it’s yours,” said [Y/N].

“It’s okay, you can have it,” said Harry.

“I ate more than you did, you can have it. Just go,” said [Y/N].

“You can —”

“You know what? Let’s just split it.”

[Y/N] ripped it in half, handing him the bigger slice. Just when Harry was going to offer to exchange, she swallowed it whole.

“Too late, I ate my half already.”

“I can see that,” said Harry. He began to eat his own half, savoring it with three more bites.

“Sorry I smell like chlorine again.”

“Eh, I don’t know, it’s kind of growing on me,” said Harry. “I shouldn’t have said that, sorry.”

“On a good day, that would sound like an insult but it’s anything but a good day, so, thank you, I guess.”

The two shared a laugh (and most definitely three) the entire time when the lights turned on. They could see each other clearly now. There was no denying they felt quite vulnerable — like finally meeting an friend you only send letters and emails to for the first time, but she smiled to make it feel lighter.

Suddenly, it started to move up again, [Y/N] kept them seated just in case it started plummeting again. It didn’t, though. It opened on the seventh, as the indicator told them so.

The intercom buzzed once more and different operator spoke. None of them stood up.

“Hi, power’s slowly being restored. How’s everyone?”

“We’re good,” said Harry. [Y/N] smiled in the shadows, tossing the towel in the corner. “Wait, you’re — er — good, right?”

“Yeah, surprisingly so,” she said.

“Good to hear, we’re currently doing the best we can to cater everyone’s needs. Has your, uh, elevator moved yet? Sorry, I’m new here. Anyway, has it?” asked the operator.

“Currently open on the seventh floor, but we’re both going up, all’s good now, don’t worry,” answered [Y/N]. She stood up, taking the towel with her.

“Okay, great, thank you and take care!” said the operator before the intercom buzzed off. Harry and [Y/N] stood there as the elevator door closed shut and began to move up and open again to the eighth.

“So,” started [Y/N], “this is me. My floor, I mean.”

“Right,” said Harry

“Well, I still don’t like elevators and I may or may not ride one ever again so I can’t believe I’d ever say this because it’s hella cheesy but thanks for making it bearable.”

“I feel like I should say, ‘you’re welcome?’” said Harry.

“Oh yeah, you should.”

The door began to close, but Harry pressed the open door button.

“Okay, you’re welcome.” The two shared lighthearted laughter. “Anyway, er — thank you, too. See you around?”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around. Bye.” [Y/N] waved as the doors closed between them and Harry was once again all alone in the elevator.

He noticed what a mess the floor was, and went to pick up the empty box of donuts. His hand went to where he kept his wand to clean up and looked around for cameras and found one tucked in the upper corner. Harry let his hand down and dusted his shirt with his hands when something caught his eye. A beach bag in the corner, resting carelessly.

The door finally opened to the ninth floor. Harry was frozen, looking directly at a long hallway of doors. It took a few seconds until it whirred and shut close. Not knowing what to do, Harry picked up the bag and swung it over his shoulder.

He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to go up to the twelfth floor until it began going down again. He pressed the button to the ninth floor again.

Ten.

Eleven. A couple his age entered, probably about to go down. Narrowed eyes landed on him and his dirty shirt and pants, but he paid them no mind.

Twelve. The couple started to talk about their plans on the honeymoon tomorrow. Harry busied himself by playing with the straps of the beach bag. He realized just now it had her name inside one of the straps lazily written with a sharpie. [Y/N], it stated.

Eleven again.

Ten again.

Nine again. The door opened, but he did not step out. Of course, the couple began to eye him with suspicion now as he reached out to press the button to the eighth floor.

Eight. When he stepped out, he heard the hushed but relieved sighs from both of the other two behind him as the elevator proceeded to close shut and go down.

Harry knocked on the first door. A man in his pajamas answered. Harry muttered an apology as he walked away to try the second door. He heard the first door swing shut.

The second door was equipped with a sign on the doorknob saying, ‘Do not Disturb.’ So, of course, Harry moved on to the third. He heard loud sounds of children playing inside. When he knocked, a tired woman carrying a toddler in her arms answered. Harry apologized once more and moved on.

Harry’s shoulder was aching, so he let the bag down and simply held it in his hands.

The fourth door was answered by a middle-aged man holding a glass of wine.

The fifth door’s knob held the same message as the the second — ‘Do not Disturb.’

As you may recall, Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

An older woman greeted him with a pleasant smile. “Hello, dear,” she said. He took a shot and asked if she knew anyone by the name of [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Unfortunately though, she did not.

Harry finally made it to the last door. He knocked once more, holding the bag tighter now. A little kid answered, with her parents and siblings in the background, eating pancakes. They did not know of someone named [Y/N] [Y/L/N], either.

Shoulders slumping, Harry made his way back to the elevator. He pressed the up button.

“Excuse me?” called out a voice from behind him. His heart skipped a beat. Wait, don’t skip, he thought to himself.

It still wasn’t her. It was the same girl from the ninth door. “Yes?”

“You’re looking for [Y/N]?” she asked. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?”

“Er — yes. Do you know her?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower. Is that her bag?”

“Oh!” He almost forgot that he was holding it. “Yes, yes it is.”

“I can give it to her,” called out the woman. She closed the door behind her, making her way towards him. When she was close enough, she extended her hand.

The elevator dinged open. Harry was about to hand it over to her, when he decided something else.

“Er — no, uh, I was actually hoping if I could see her.”

She let her hand down, grinning. “You must be Elevadork.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s an inside joke,” said Harry.

“You can wait inside,” said the girl. “I’m Karolina, by the way. She’s just showering because she’s, and I quote, ‘will be too unlovable if smelling like chlorine.’”

Harry chuckled as Karolina led him to their hotel room. It was just like every other room he had seen, then he saw the same towel she had with her just a while ago when they were stuck with only each other’s company.

“He was nice, though. I wouldn’t mind seeing him again. By the way, we’re out of hair conditioner. My hair badly nee — Harry!” [Y/N] tumbled backwards to the bathroom with a different towel wrapped around herself. Harry’s eyes widened, and he turned around.

“He wanted to return your bag and ask you out,” said Karolina.

“That’s not what I actually said,” whispered Harry, turning crimson.

“Honey, trust me, it was definitely what you said,” laughed Karolina, patting him in the back. “You might want to change first.”

“I guess,” added Harry.

[Y/N] rushed to the get her clothes from one of the two beds and ran back to the shower, where she hastily pulled on her shirt and checkered pajama pants.

“She’s done changing, by the way,” said Karolina, patting Harry on the shoulder again as she left to pour iced tea for herself.

[Y/N] led Harry out, earning two thumbs up from Karolina, who was beaming up at the two of them. “How’d you find me?”

“Fate,” said Harry mockingly, as if from a show. She giggled. “I knocked on all the doors in this hallway.”

“To return a bag?”

“Sure, that, too. But mainly to ask if you’d like to get some — er — doughnuts with, uh, me. I really want to bring some up to —”

“Your friend’s dad, right,” [Y/N] cut out. “Are we still taking the elevator?”

“Yeah,” said Harry.

They finally reached the elevator, where they stood side by side.

“Aren’t you going to change first?” asked [Y/N].

“Nope,” said Harry, pressing the down button. He turned to [Y/N], looking at her shirt. “Does that say ‘Treacle Treat?’”

“Yeah, like as in Trick or Treat. See the pumpkin?” She pointed at the bottom part of her shirt.

“Oh, there it is.” The two were laughing even when they stepped into the elevator. They exchanged a knowing glance at the sight of scattered crumbs of doughnuts on the floor, not daring to talk about it in front of one another guest.

As the elevator began to go down, Harry realized he might as well believe in the lucky numbers. After all, if it weren’t for six, seven, and nine, he wouldn’t be here right now standing shoulder up to shoulder with the girl wearing a funky shirt.

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alto-march-of-death · 3 years

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I just saw your requests are open and I have something a little weird

Can you do suga or any of the karasuno guys with a friend/SO/neighbor/coworker/whatever (sorry I’m indecisive) who kinda has an exhibition kink? And like he pushes her to do stuff in public kinda like yesterday ? I’m sorry I know that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. My head’s still reeling from all that 😅

Don’t worry if you can’t or if it’s a little boring because of its redundancy. I understand you must have a lot of other requests rn

Okay bye, Al! Thank you!

-your lil cutie pie 🥰 hehe

Of course I can do this for you, lil cutie pie! <3

Pairing: Sugawara Koshi x f!bodied reader

WC: 1K

Warnings: exhibition/voyeurism, use of nickname (Sugawara calls you “sugar”), established relationship (you and Sugawara are dating), fingering

Sugawara listens to his friends talk. His cheeks is in his palm, elbow resting on the table. His other hand rests absentmindedly above your knee, thumb pressing into the inner side of your thigh. You’re listening with just as much interest as your boyfriend is; that is, to say, not much. At this point, you couldn’t even begin to say what Daichi and Asahi were discussing.

Currently, the only thoughts running through your head were: his hand is on my thigh and there’s a look of something in his eyes. What that look was is beyond you, though like some Pavlovian response, your subconscious seems to know, and has your thighs pressing together.

Sugawara senses this. His face stays facing forward, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. Ah, so it was that. He wants to play, then. What’s his game today?

Some rational part in the back of your brain is saying, “He wouldn’t do anything! We’re in public!” But the little devil on your shoulder, whose voice sounds strangely like your damn boyfriend, says “But wouldn’t he?” Perhaps that’s why he had convinced you to wear a skirt today.

A small bead of sweat forms on your temple, threatening to drip down the side of your face at any second, as his hand slides further up your thigh. The room is suddenly hot, but why are there goosebumps forming on your flesh?

Under the cover of the table, he flicks the edge of your skirt up. You’re in the middle of taking a drink, trying to parch your sandpaper-like throat, and you let out a squeak.

Daichi and Asahi look at you with concern as you choke on your water. “You okay?” Daichi asks.

You wipe at your chin, collecting the water that had spilled from your mouth, giving a pathetic cough. “Totally fine,” you respond, voice higher pitched than you’d have liked. “Just choked on my water.”

They return to the conversation, trying to include you a bit more. Sugawara nods, adding in his two cents every now and again. As he does, his hands continues its path, higher and higher still, until his fingers touch the crotch of your panties.

Your cheeks are flushed, that bead of sweat has finally dropped from your temple, and the three men at the table watch you with concern, though Sugawara’s is feigned.

“Sorry,” you mutter. “It’s just a little hot in here.” They accept this answer after a couple of seconds, each giving a shrug. If there was truly an issue, your darling boyfriend would be sure to take care of you. In his own way, you supposed he was taking care of you.

You bit down on your slightly shaking lower lip when his fingers press in against your clothed pussy. “Quite wet out today, isn’t it,” Sugawara muses when the conversation lulls, his fingers rubbing agonizingly slow circles against your clit.

Asahi glances through the nearest window, nodding. “It is. Glad I brought my umbrella. You all brought one as well, right?”

Sugawara nods in turn, moving your panties aside to get some precious skin-to-skin contact. “We did. Thought we’d make a mess if we didn’t bring one.” If the two of them notice the way he’s emphasizing his words, they don’t say anything.

God, it’s so fucking hot in here.

His fingers dip inside of you, curling up in an almost cruel way. You groan, and the three of them, along with some other customers nearby, turn to look at you. “S-sorry,” you apologize again. “I’m just... a little warm today. It’s making me a little grumpy.”

Daichi looks at Sugawara. “Maybe the two of you should go. She doesn’t seem like she’s doing well.”

Sugawara waves his hand. “She’s okay. She’d let me know if she isn’t. Right, sugar?” You nod, teeth gritted as you try and plaster a smile on. He thumbs your clit with a hum, as if it’s some sort of reward.

Daichi doesn’t look convinced, and neither does Asahi. He’s your boyfriend though, and he would know if you really weren’t okay. The conversation continues again, moving across to new topics, reminiscing on old times, and just generally catching up.

Meanwhile, it’s taking every effort that you can spare to keep from making a peep, to keep from letting everyone in this damn diner know exactly why you’re so hot, flushed, and sweaty. There’s a pinch to your clit, and you jump like you’ve seen a ghost.

Luckily, no one sees, much to your boyfriend’s disappointment. You’re so close now, the pinch pushing you closer to your end. How has no one noticed his arm? Or that it’s moving under the table? Are they just ignoring it? How are they just watching this happen? Almost embarrassingly, the thought excites you, and you feel yourself about to cum.

Sugawara still sits with his cheek in his palm. Daichi and Asahi glance over at you. Their eyes on you make you clench around your boyfriend's fingers, finally cumming after what feels like an eternity. A small whimper flies past your lips, and you see Daichi swallow, and Asahi’s cheeks tint pink.

“Didn’t I tell you she’d sit there and take it like the good girl she is?” Sugawara coos. He pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, presses them to his lips, then sucks and licks them clean.

Of course he was doing it on purpose. Of course he was. You sink down in your seat, wishing you could evaporate into thin air.

Sugawara tuts at you. “If you’re going to sink under the table like that, why don’t you help us all out?” You’ve already made a fool and a nuisance of yourself by cumming in the seat, so what’s it matter if you suck three men off under the table? At this point, it’s nothing.

You sink to your knees under the table, Sugawara’s hand on your head to protect it from hitting the underside of the table. He takes a deep inhale as you tug his pants down.

From your spot between his legs, you hear him say, “Don’t worry Daichi, Asahi. You’ll get a turn too.”

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Midterm Season

You have exams coming up and Colson isn’t happy about it at all

Request: “you should do one where the person is studying and colson is distracting her very fluffy”

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: As someone who has 3 exams in the next 2 weeks, I could use some of this rn

Word count 1242

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Colson was very proud of you. He loved that his girlfriend was getting a master’s degree. Every chance he got, he’d talk about you and how smart you were and how hard you worked.

But he also hated every minute of it. Because every moment you were studying or at class or working to pay for class, you weren’t spending with him. He especially hated when exams came around, because you wouldn’t come out of your office for basically a whole week.

And guess what time it was. Midterms. By day 3 Colson was basically dying from touch starvation. You had 2 exams on Friday and another the following Tuesday, so to say you were stressed out was an understatement. And Colson’s whining wasn’t helping your mood.

For the fifth time that day he walked into the room, leaning in the door frame. “How’s it going, babe?”

You didn’t even look up at him, too focused on the textbook in front of you. “It’s going, Cols. Just like it was an hour ago.” You didn’t mean to be short with him, but he was really getting on your nerves. If you didn’t pass these exams, you could end up an entire semester behind, which means you would miss the hiring spree that happened after spring graduation. You couldn’t afford any distractions, but that’s all Colson wanted to be.

You didn’t see his shoulders slump at your words. He walked further into the room, flopping onto the futon that laid behind you and pulling out his phone. “Colson, I can’t entertain you right now.” You sighed, flipping between two textbook pages to try and compare diagrams with text.

He frowned, looking up at you. “I just wanna spend time with you. I know you’re busy but I thought I could at least sit in the same room as you.” He mumbled, trying to remind himself that you weren’t mad at him, just the world.

You didn’t respond, just kept taking notes from your book. Colson would occasionally chuckle at something on his phone, and after the fourth time you wanted to take it from him and throw it across the room. “I can’t focus when you’re in here, Colson.” You sighed, angrily. “Seriously, can you get out? I really need to do well on these tests so I need to study.”

“Babe, I’m literally just sitting here.” You stared at him blankly. “So you’re saying that my presence is bothering you?”

“Your words, not mine.” You sighed, turning back to your notes. A part of your brain knew you were being unreasonable, he wasn’t really doing any harm by being there. He just happened to be the only thing nearby you could take your stress out on.

Colson wanted to get mad at you, tell you that you were being cold. But he also knew that he put you through this whenever he had an album deadline, so he understood. So, he swallowed his pride and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your neck. “Colson, what are you doing? I just told you I need to focus.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I know, but you’ve been studying for almost 72 hours straight. You need a break.” You rolled your eyes, focusing back on your material. Colson sighed when he realized you were just going to ignore him. “Please take a break? For me?” He pleaded, tilting his head to try and find your eyes, but you were still staring at your textbook.

“Let me finish this chapter, then I’ll take a small break.” You were lying, but you thought if you told him that, then he would leave you alone. It didn’t work.

“Nope.” He mumbled, lips pressing into your hair again. “We’re gonna make dinner together and then you can go back to pretending I don’t exist.” You didn’t acknowledge his words, flipping a page.

He grumbled, moving around to stand on the side of the chair and wrapping an arm around your middle. In an instant he picked you up bridal style, much to your dismay. “Colson, stop.” You tried to push him off of you, but he was much stronger than you. He laughed, walking you out to the kitchen. “Colson, this isn’t funny, put me down.”

He finally set you down on the kitchen counter, his arms wrapping around your middle. You pushed his chest, a frown on your face. “You know I have to work, why are you being so fucking needy?”

He tilted his head, a smile on his face, “you’re really cute when you’re mad, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push him away from you once again. “I don’t do this when you’re working on music, why can’t you just leave me alone for a few hours?” His smile was only making you more upset. “You’re not even taking this seriously, Cols. This is really important to me and its like you don’t even care. I can’t entertain you every goddamn minute.”

His eyebrows furrowed, getting serious. “Babe, I do care that this is important to you, but I care about your health more. I don’t think I’ve seen you ingest anything that isn’t caffeine or pretzels for three days. You won’t take care of yourself, so I have to. And if that means you getting mad at me, so be it.”

You rolled your eyes, shoulders slumping. “I can take care of myself later. But there won’t be a me to take care of if I don’t pass these classes.”

Colson sighed, hands grabbing yours, “baby, your grades don’t define you. Okay? One bad test isn’t gonna ruin your life. Yeah, it’ll suck, but it’s nothing you can’t overcome.” He kissed your forehead.

You leaned your head against his chest, letting out a defeated sigh. “I just really want to get a good job and I won’t get a good job if I don’t graduate on time. And I won’t graduate on time if I don’t pass these classes and I won’t pass these classes if I don’t study.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Y/N Y/L/N, you are the smartest person I know. Just being in grad school is an accomplishment. On top of that you are an amazing girlfriend, an amazing pseudo-mom, and the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Any employer would be lucky to have you.” Colson tilted your head up with his hand, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “But you gotta live long enough to get employed, and that’s not gonna happen if coffee rips a hole in your stomach.”

You nodded, a frown still on your face. “I’m sorry I was being so mean earlier.” You grumbled.

Colson chuckled, backing away from you and towards your cupboards, “I’ll forgive you if you make dinner with me. And come to bed before 3am tonight.”

You sighed, hopping off the counter, “I suppose I could sacrifice one night for you.” You walked over to the stovetop, where he was placing a pot on the burner. You wrapped your arms around him, head resting against his back. “I love you.”

He smiled and turned to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and picking you up. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his middle, hands clinging to the back of his neck. He pressed quick pecks all over your face, “I love you too.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff

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hoekaashi · 4 years

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3 am Talks - hq pt 4

a/n: first and foremost, please don’t attack me for the twins’ accent. i know i didn’t even try but i also don’t have the brain capacity to do it rn. second, i know i did karasuno but i was requested to do asahi after posting it and i wasn’t gonna make a separate post for just him so i slapped his ass onto this one (: pairings: kita x reader, atsumu x reader, osamu x reader, suna x reader, sakusa x reader, asahi x reader warnings: language, some spoilers for post time skip taglist: @babydabi, @suckersuki, @bakugoustanaccount, @animoozies part 3

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⇾ omg this boy is gonna talk about how proud he his of his teammates ⇾ like full on proud dad moment (i imagine him like that one panel from the last chapter, just so proud) ⇾ he’s such a soft man, he would talk about how he wants to start a family with you ⇾ what do you mean the sheep aren’t our kids??? ⇾ so would wear a soft smile listening to you ramble on about something ⇾ he would love to hear whatever was going on inside your mind, would never tell you to stop talking or cut you off. Ever.

You climbed into bed after waking up to pee in the middle of the night. Kita had been up for a while and you were unsure as to why he was still up. Before you fell asleep, the two of you had been watching his old teammates play a match on tv and he had been praising them the entire time. “What are you doing up still?” “I was texting in the group chat after you fell asleep and I just can’t sleep now.” You sat cross legged next to him. “What’s on your mind now?” “How I want to start a family with you in the future.” That came out of the blue. Neither of you really talked about that far in the future. “The twins started arguing again and Aran started yelling at me to get them to stop. I asked him why he was telling me to stop them and everyone replied that it was because I’m the only one they still listen to. And then everyone started talking about how I was like the team dad even after all this time and I started thinking about how I would be if I was a father and if I would still act the same. I looked down at you sleeping and the thought just came to me.” You were speechless. “I mean, not that I have any problems with having kids with you, but I wouldn’t classify the twins as test subjects on your parental qualifications. I don’t think they compare to toddlers because the twins actually listen.” “Well, that’s why we have chicken. And sheep.” Kita gave you a warm smile. “Honey, I love you, but please don’t tell me that you just compared animals to human children. Possibly ours.” “It’s okay. It’s good practice.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ for as much as i shit on him, i do love atsumu (osamu is the superior twin, sorry lei) ⇾ but this poor baby would always be in such a negative head space after losing a match ⇾ literally thinks his entire team hates him, his coach wants to replace him, his brother and ex teammates would look down on him, wondering what was so great about him ⇾ he would just need to get his feelings out without judgement - just hold him while he word vomits but sometimes he does need to hear some motivation to get him out of his funk ⇾ this kind of feeds into the other things he would talk about if he didn’t have a match ⇾ just a lot of talk about his insecurities and how he feels inferior to other people his cocky persona is fake ⇾ just wrap him in a blanket and feed him comfort food as he lets out everything weighing down on his heart

“If I didn’t fuck up five serves, we coulda won.” Atsumu was laying on his stomach with his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. “You weren’t the only person who messed up today. You can’t blame yourself for losing the game when everyone made a mistake at some point.” “But mine were so easy to prevent.” He wrapped his arms around your waist tighter. “I know when I go into practice next week, coach is gonna bench me. I’m not even mad, I deserve it.” “Tsumu, don’t say that.” “It’s true. Samu even called me out on it after. And I know the entire team wants me out.” At this point, you didn’t know what else to say because no matter what, Atsumu was going to believe that he was the worst player on the team. “I’m just holding everyone back.” Your hand stilled in his hair. “Tsumu, the only other setter who’s managed to pull off that crazy quick with Hinata is Kageyama. Plus you got Bokuto on your team too! Both of those players are so high energy and hard to manage, yet you make it look so easy. So you had an off day, everyone does. Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days -” He got up and glared at you before you had a chance to finish what you were saying. “Hannah Montana is not the right person to bring into this motivational speech.” “But you sing Hoedown Throwdown and True Friend on a weekly basis.” “And you better take that sentence with you to the grave.” You grinned at him. “But imagine how much money I could get for selling those twelve little words to the press.” Yes. He tackled you and made you swear on your life that you wouldn’t tell a soul.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ it depends on his mood: either he’s doing all the talking or he’s strictly listening, there’s no in between ⇾ when he’s talking, it could be about a n y t h i n g ⇾ from atsumu to food to you to work to a new show he’s watching to kita to meeting up with friends ⇾ literally anything ⇾ he doesn’t necessarily need to know you for a long time, but he does need to feel close to you if he ever talks about how he feels about you ⇾ he’s not the type to be soft of the regular, so when he is being soft, he’ll be even quieter, maybe even hide his face in your neck or your stomach depending on the position the two of you are cuddling in ⇾ when you’re the one doing the talking, his hands are always busy doing something - most of the time playing with your hair, but it could also be playing with your hands, massaging your hips, etc

“- so Kita blocked our numbers.” “I mean, you did cuss out Atsumu while his phone was on speaker and he was with his grandmother.” “How was I supposed to know that?” he asked quietly into your neck. You laughed. “Let him talk next time. You and your brother you are adults now, so stop arguing like children.” “I can’t help it, he pisses me off sometimes.” You hummed. “Give Kita a fruit basket or take him out to lunch and apologize.” He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles before pulling you closer into his chest. “Yeah I’ll do that.” “Ooo! What if you have him test out that new recipe you were telling -” “No. I always have you test new dishes and that won’t change,” he mumbled. “Samu?” He nuzzled his face further, his breath warm on your neck. His hand moved to your hip and alternated from massaging you to rubbing his hand up and down. “You’ve gotten me this far and everything worked fine. I don’t wanna change anything.” You reached back and lightly scratched the nape of his neck. You turned over and found his face closer to yours that you expected. His arm went back to resting on your hips with his hand on your butt, pulling you closer. He gave you a light kiss on the tip of your nose. “Are you saying I’m your good luck charm?” you asked teasingly. “Nothing’s gone wrong since you’ve come into my life. I’m gonna fucking marry you one day.” You smiled. “Yeah, you also said that when you got your wisdom teeth removed. I’m still waiting on the ring.” He pulled you into a hug, your head in his chest, his lips placing another kiss on your forehead. “Don’t rush me or your not getting anything.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ he wouldn’t talk at 3 am ⇾ would literally tell you to shut up and go to sleep ⇾ and if you didn’t stop talking, he would get up and either go to someone else’s place or tell you to leave ⇾ this man does not care about what you’re thinking or what you have to say when he’s trying to sleep ⇾ so don’t expect him to be all soft and listen to you - better yet, talk

“So I was thinking -” Suna grumbled. “Yeah? You better stop thinking.” “But I’ll forget in the morning.” “Then it wasn’t necessary to talk about.” “I’m gonna say it.” “You’re gonna shut the fuck up if you wanna sleep here tonight.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ a listener ⇾ would literally tell you to shut up and go to bed jk, not really ⇾ if he’s up at 3 am with you, he’s listening to music ⇾ for sure he won’t be talking and doesn’t really want to have to pay attention to whatever you’re saying ⇾ not in a rude way but like, it’s late and he doesn’t feel like using brain cells at the time ⇾ if you are talking and he loves you, he won’t tell you to shut up or stop, but don’t expect a reply from him ⇾ depending on his mood, he’ll choose to listen or not, and when he’s listening, he’ll make sure you know that he is

“Did you make this lofi playlist?” You were scrolling through your shared Spotify account on your phone, trying to find something to listen to since neither of you could sleep. “Yes.” You played it, both of you enjoying the soothing music that filled the quiet of the room. “Do you have a fanclub?” Sakusa hummed. “Is that a yes or a no?” It took him a minute, but he replied. “Not sure. Why?” “I don’t know how I feel about a group of girls drooling over you.” Were you proud? Jealous? Indifferent? You couldn’t figure it out. But the fact that he asked made you happy that he cared enough to bother listening to you. “Why should you care?” You looked over at him. “Well, what if they’re the crazy type of fans who try to break in here. Or don’t like that we’re dating and try to kill me?” He laid there in silence with his eyes closed as you spoke about all the extreme types of fans that you had heard about. Once you finished, he remained quiet. You felt bad, thinking that you bored him to sleep. “Love, I think you’ve been listening to too many true crime podcasts.” “But still, those types of people exist.” Sakusa shifted with his eyes closed, pulling you so you were resting on his chest. “Stop thinking about that. It’s stupid. Now go to sleep.” “But -” “Go to sleep.” “I can’t.” He shushed you. “Sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ jesus would talk about his insecurities ⇾ would catch you up with his friends aka the other third years ⇾ but also i feel like his anxiety traveled with him into adulthood so like, lots of stress talks about releasing new designs on time and not wanting to let people down/be a failure ⇾ he would talk about his travels too, the different things he enjoyed from each country he visited with noya ⇾ would make plans to go somewhere with you when both of you had the time to drop off the face of the earth for a little bit

“So where else did you want to visit?” you asked. “Maybe Switzerland?” You nodded. “That’s a good choice. Want to do anything specific?” “Not really. When I was with Noya, we kind of just winged everything. It was more exciting and memorable that way.” “I do remember you being more free.” Whenever he called you or sent you pictures and videos, he seemed more happy. “Really?” “Uh huh.” “I do remember feeling less stressed. I have a deadline coming up soon and the pressure is intense.” “Does it feel like volleyball stress?” He gave you a little shrug. “A bit? I have a team - a different type of team - and I don’t want to let them down, but in this case, I’m the captain without anyone to rely on. Everyone else needs me to have everything together, so I don’t have the time to freak out or be stressed.” “Yet, you’re still a ball of anxiety.” “Am I?” He grimaced. You nodded. “I’m trying to get better. It’s really hard when there’s a voice in the back of your mind telling you that if you mess up, everyone will be let down and disappointed in you. On top of that, the media and public are so harsh with everything. There’s just a lot of pressure.” “But you’ve done so well. Sure things were a little shaky when you first started, but you’re well known now and well loved.” “You have a point. I’ll do better for you.” You smiled. “I’m already proud of you, don’t worry about that.”

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years

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Hey! This is the person who requested the Tamaki one. I was thinking maybe having the story continue from the last one, so either they run away together and having kids or their parents actually accept them getting married. Even if you don’t continue from this story I would love it if you could write it as a seme male reader.......hell a lemon would be awesome but I don’t know if you do those. Anyways thank you for replying!!!!

Tamaki Suoh x male reader

Heyo! I do accept lemons, but I don’t feel like doing them right now. Long ass title but I have no idea rn

Part 2 of Tamaki realizing he wants children with you…

Except now you have children.

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1,403

There were times when Tamaki regretted having children.

Except that was a lie and he didn’t, he’d just say it in his mind and groan from frustration. He doesn’t actually mean it, but in the moment, he definitely thinks about it.

He gets frustrated even when he has servants running around and helping.

How can commoners even handle this?

It’s always a disaster when he’s handling the children without either his husband or the head nursery servant.

Yes, that’s right. They got plenty of servants whose only purpose was to deal with the children. Tamaki can’t do this alone, at all.

Anyway, he definitely feels a lot better about having kids most of the time. It’s what he dreamed of since that one night. And lo and behold, his husband was actually really good with children. Maybe he couldn’t deal with them alone, but nothing’s to blame. There are five of them and they’re all so young that only one of them’s in school, in kindergarten.

Which means they’re too energetic for their own good.

“DAAAAAAAAAAAD!”

Speak of the devil.

An unholy shriek and the owner of said vocal chords rounded the corner. It was one of the twins.

Tamaki definitely didn’t want twins, the Hitachiins proved that they were too much to handle, anyway. Well, there was nothing they could do about it. They can’t just abandon the children, especially when they came from a previous surrogate.

“Just one second.” He was in the middle of a business call, but the little girl was nagging him and punching him weakly, and she wouldn’t stop until he paid attention to her.

Tamaki put the businessman on hold and layed the phone on his desk. That’s right, how did Catherine even open the door to his office?

There was no time to wonder, as the girl noticed he wasn’t on the call anymore.

“Tristan broke my leg!” The small blonde toddler seemed to be walking just fine.

“Well, Cath, that doesn’t seem like true, does it?” Tamaki remarked with a laugh, walking over to crouch in front of his daughter.

Catherine brandished a small plastic doll from behind her, showing off the broken part. With her other hand, she showed him the leg the poor doll was missing.

“Quite rude of Tristan, wasn’t it?” Tamaki whispered with a playful tone, taking the doll and her leg from the child.

“DAAAD, no! Don’t believe her!” From the same corner came the other twin, pouting. “She ripped it off herself! She’s framing me!”

“Where did you learn that word?” Tamaki muttered, though that was a problem for another time. The twins started babbling insults at each other as Tamaki inspected the doll, trying to come up with a solution. He wasn’t going to find one anytime soon.

“Ah, there you are.” And here was the head nursery servant to save the day.

“Catherine ripped it off.” She said, pulling the twins apart from each other and holding their hands in her own. “Sorry, mr. (l/n).” She bowed, pulling the twins behind her.

“It’s no problem, mrs. Oh.”

With a nod, the old woman left the room, closing the doors behind her.

“Pardon me, but where were we?” He brought the phone back to his ear and his hands back to his laptop, taking small notes.

“Cho! Cho, no!” The blonde heard heels clicking and slippery footsteps along the tiles of the outside of his office door, and he thanked god, for his call was ending.

“Well, sir, we’re going to have to cut formalities. It seems I have another child calling.” He joked nervously, and felt relief when the man on the other line laughed. He was never good at dealing with these strict businessmen, but thankfully this one was humorous.

“Ah, five children I believe? That’s one circus.”

“Yes, five energetic kids. They’re all so young.” Tamaki sighed in a way that the man on line could hear his tiredness.

“I mustn't keep you long, then.”

After short farewells, Tamaki rushed out of his office, finding the floor wet, but not soapy.

From the door, he could see one of the nursery servants scrambling towards a naked, wet, toddler. That certain servant was never good in heels, though she refused to switch shoe. While the toddler seemed to be walking well, she was not.

He rushed over just as he saw her slip and caught her by the shoulders.

“Thank you, mr. (l/n). I’m so terribly sorry.” She sighed, steadying herself with the wall.

“It’s alright, I better catch up.” The servant laughed as Tamaki rushed away from her, following the wet trail his daughter was leaving.

When he rounded the corner, he didn’t see his daughter, and when he rounded another, following the trail, he lost his footing.

He spread his arms out to steady himself with the walls, but the halls were too open.

He closed his eyes, preparing for impact.

And then he fell on a broad chest, an arm wrapping around him.

“Are you okay, dear?” The soothing voice of his husband reached his ears, and then the squabble of his toddler followed. He smiled, opening his eyes to see his beautiful husband and the wet toddler held on his other arm.

“I’m fine.” The blonde laughed, steading himself but not leaving his husband’s hold. “How was work?”

“Boring,” (y/n) deadpanned, making Tamaki laugh. “as always. But work is work, and it’s alright.”

“Ah, mister-” The servant cut herself off, it was always a bit confusing for her on how to call the pair individually when they were in the same room.

“(y/n).” He gave her a warm smile.

“Mister (y/n), I see you’ve got quite the catch.” She joked, gesturing to Tamaki and their daughter, making them all laugh. Cho, the spry little two year old, laughed with them, although she didn’t understand.

“I’ll take her from you, she got away before I could get soap on her.” She took Cho in her hold, wetting her clothes, but she didn’t mind. She walked off with the child, scolding her lightly.

A small patch of (y/n)’s own shirt was wet from where he held Cho, but it wasn’t all that bad. He was going to take a shower anyway.

“So how was Ryuu at school today?”

Five cute and calm sleeping children, in their own respective rooms. It was nice to see them off before sleep, and it would never feel old, even after a million years.

Tamaki was glad they had children, they were a product of his and his husband’s love and endearment. They were his everything.

It always gave him a small spur of energy when he realized he would be staying awake longer than his children would, like a ten year old staying up until twelve am just for the thrill of it. But tonight, he was a little tired, both him and his husband.

The day was a busy one, full of businessmen, phone calls, boring work, and children.

The child in him was telling him to stay up and have some fun, but the adult in him knew he couldn’t. Their work was done and sleep was nice, especially in his husband’s arms.

Besides, what if Francis woke them up at an ungodly hour again? Babies were the hardest to take care of, even with toddlers running around, a baby couldn’t talk and tell you what it wanted. It was hard to find out what they needed, especially with Francis. He was the hardest to figure out.

They both agreed to sleeping earlier, but as they tucked into bed, a little kid had to stumble in. It was Ryuu, sniffling and afraid. He clutched his teddy bear tightly.

“Ryuu, something wrong?” Tamaki rushed over quickly, pulling the child into his arms. Ryuu nodded, burying his face into Tamaki’s neck.

“What is it, love?” (y/n) asked as Tamaki set the child down next to him. He got into bed next to the four year old, soothing him and running a hand through his hair.

“Nightmare.” Ryuu sniffled out, replacing the teddy bear with his (h/c) dad.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry.”

No matter how old they got, they would never stop being scared, and it was something they’d be fine with soothing for the rest of their years.

It was something they signed up for with the first child, and they’d never give it up.

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ohgodsalazarwhy · 3 years

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So yesterday was... A Day. I talked about it on twitter but not here. I woke up at 5AM on Friday and as I was getting out of bed Natasha was there to greet me. She rubbed up under my feet, being sweet.

Then we walked down the hallway together. At 5am it’s still a bit dark in the house, and Natasha starts to hiss at me. Not uncommon to be hissed at by her, so I ignore it. Then at the end of the hallway, she’s a bit ahead of me, she turns and yowls. I freeze. That’s a danger sound. I don’t know why she’s turning on me but I try to slowly back away towards the bedroom. She’s had these weird moods in the past, but never attacked me... though I’ve been afraid of it.

This time I take one shuffle back and she lunges at me in a blind fury. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, she’s screaming and attacking and I’m kicking out trying to get her off my bare legs. I then dart down and manage to pin her to the floor with two hands but now we’re at a stand off. If I attempt to relax my grip she screams louder and makes a move towards me.

So here I am, 5AM, bare legs bleeding and with a crazy cat under my hands in the middle of the hallway. Absolutely nothing to grab like a big blanket or a stick or something to get distance between us until I can get to the bedroom. I’m next to the craft room door and my legs are starting to shake and I realize I don’t have a choice, if I kneel down she’ll go for my face. So I take one hand off her to open the door.

Natasha scratches my wrist and palm, then twists and sinks her teeth into my right pointer finger. Deep. It happens in second and then I’m shoving her into the craft room and shutting the door. I’m breathing hard, shaking... I wander vaguely into the living room, try to turn on my floor lamp but I’m shaking too much. I give up and walk into the kitchen to deposit the medications I’d taken out of my bedroom.

I can feel blood dripping from my finger as I walk back to the bathroom and finally look at my wounds in the light. The scratches are up and down both legs, I’ve got massive scratches on my left wrist... and the bite on my finger is bleeding everywhere. I run it under cold water but start to feel sick and am forced to go back to bed before I pass out or throw up. I’m covered in cold sweat.

I breathe through it, getting blood on my sheets and pillow. Natasha is meowing loudly in the room next door. I breathe through the feeling of illness and shock and get back into the bedroom to clean the wounds and get antibiotic ointment on them. I put bandaids on the bite wound, bottom teeth sank into the side of my finger under the second knuckle while the upper teeth had sunk into the top of the finger above the second knuckle.

I spend the next several hours in and out of bed as the sickness washes over me when I do too much. But I clean the blood off the floor, and Natasha had emptied her bowels in the hallway so I clean that too. When I go to the door and speak softly to her she hisses and yowls, so I leave her in there. I don’t understand why this is happening, this is completely out of character for her.

My parents show up around 9am, and I’ve moved to the couch to lay there. We’re supposed to go 8 hours south for a family camping trip. And I’ve REALLY been looking forward to it. I had all my stuff in the hallway ready to go. But my parents are very concerned about the bite, and mom says I need to go to urgent care. The more I talk and move around the sicker I feel. I’ve bled through the bandaids. Mom wraps my finger in gauze. Before I leave the house I open the door to the craft room and quickly exit, I don’t want Natasha trapped in one room for hours.

Dad drives my car and he’s driving... aggressively. That doesn’t help how I feel, which I think makes him even more nervous about me. The first urgent care we visit is closed. The second has a 4 hour wait for walk-ins. So we finally just go to the ER. I’m able to find a soft bench to lay down on while we wait... probably at least an hour. While we’re waiting dad is informing family members what’s going on. My Aunt, who is an RN, is glad we went to the ER. My little sister tells her friend what happens to me, her friend loves cats and works with feral cats.

Dad comes over and tells me that Amber’s friend offered to take Natasha while I recover and I nearly tear up and say I’d love that. I haven’t cried once, but my throat closes up when I think about what happens next with Natasha. I love her so much, but the damage she did can’t be repeated.

We get into the ER around 10am, but we don’t get out until 2:30pm. We were supposed to be on the road by now.

I got a tetanus shot, xray, and my bite cleaned and bandaged as well as an antibiotic prescription. Horse pills twice a day for 10 days. Dad drives me to the pharmacy closest to my house. Across the street is a booth selling Spooners blueberries (Spooners is a famous local farm, renowned for their berries). Dad says he’s going to zip across the street for blueberries while I fill my prescription.

I come out after filling to see him across the street with the hood of my car up and he’s on the phone. Goddammit.... I get my pills and text him, asking what’s going on. The battery, the BRAND NEW BATTERY, has died unexpectedly. I sigh and walk to the other side of the street to join him. The sweet person at the stand has called their dad and told him what had happened, and Dad had called my little sister. We wait around in the sun to see who will show up first. Sure, this might as well happen today too. I’m fucking exhausted. I just want to lay down. I sit in the backseat because blueberries are in the front seat that my dad is snacking on. He says they’re the best, and Spooners doesn’t spray them. I have no appetite or I might snack too.

The Spooners employee’s dad arrives first, and he jumps my car. We thank him very much but he says it’s not a problem. I call my sister and tell her to meet us at my house, no problem she states. Finally we’re home, and I cross the street where mom has been with the dogs this entire time, walking them around the neighborhood and staying in the trailer attached to the truck. The dogs are very happy to see me and I’m happy to see them too.

My pointer finger is splinted and bandaged up and Leela sniffs at it and I have to be careful she doesn’t lick it. We move across the street into my lawn as Amber and her partner show up. They’ve brought gloves so they can help my Dad catch Natasha and put her in the carrier. I sit outside with mom and the dogs while they go in. Natasha pees on my couch during the ensuing chase because she’s afraid, but they catch her and bring her outside in the carrier. I’m just glad she’s okay, I’ve felt very guilty about kicking out at her when she attacked me.

Natasha is scared as we set her in the grass in the shade of the fence. I sit down next to her carrier and she curls up as close to me as she can get. I want to unzip the top just a little to reach in and comfort her but I’m still a little scared she’ll turn on me. So then we all wait together in the front lawn for Amber’s friend to arrive, Leela desperately trying to belly crawl her way towards the carrier. When she finally does Natasha hisses and spooks her so bad she tries to hide under my sister’s legs. Rotties can be such cowards sometimes.

Amber’s friend arrives with a van and I thank her profusely, but she doesn’t mind doing this at all. She says Natasha is going to be well taken care of, she even has falconer gloves with which to handle aggressive cats. I tell her Natasha is normally not aggressive, just very scared. But to watch out for the yowling, that’s the danger sign.

Natasha is set gently in the backseat and the door is shut, the air conditioning turned on. We exchange numbers, I thank her again, I can’t thank her enough. With Natasha taken care of my family goes to a nearby burger joint for food while I stay behind to watch the dogs. I just want to lay down. Amber buys me a burger with a gluten free bun. My appetite is non existent but I know I need to eat.

When they come back my mom and dad leave while Amber and her partner linger to talk. Her partner loves to talk, he talks all the time. It used to drive me crazy but I don’t mind anymore, he’s a good person. I’d had the urine cleaned up and before Amber leaves she puts my couch cushion back. I give her a stack of books I think she’ll like about abandoned places and ossuaries. I’m finally left alone.

No camping trip this weekend, it’d simply be too much. I don’t think anyone in my family is making it. My brother and his wife had to back out, Amber and her partner had to back out because of his asthma and the air quality down south. Mom and Dad would be driving a long way for a short stay, and I know I won’t feel up for such a taxing weekend after the Friday I’ve had.

Amazing how quickly everything can go horribly wrong.

#sorry it's a long post #it was a very long day

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solange-lol · 4 years

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hiii in celebration of AUctober, what are some of your fav solangelo AUs?

Anonymous said to solange-lol:

Hi! Kinda a random question: do you have any favorite riordanverse fanfics that you’d suggest reading? I’m looking for ones to read, but I’ve been having trouble finding new ones! Thanks!

rec list #1 | rec list #2

all recs can be found under the tag ‘lizs solangelo fic recs’ on my blog!

technically its past auctober now, but better late then never to drop my third solangelo rec list!! especially considering the state of the world rn ... lets just say its a celebration of me actually participating in sw for the first time in a while

rec under cut as always!! its not all aus but its the count that thots

Find Another Place to Stay by @unwieldyink

personally i think breakup fics are incredibly underrated, and i also think annie is incredibly underrated, so enjoy ur little cry if you read this one (tw // violence in this one)

Hershey’s kiss by @unwieldyink

we love a godswap!! it’s actually been a while since ive read this one and i reread this while making this rec list and can i just say that zeus!nico and hermes!will are both such valid concepts and this just has a rly good dynamic to it

Actors by @buoyantsaturn

i could talk about this fic for hours but lets just say ao3 has told me ive visted this fic 40 times. im not kidding. fake dating is just a godtier trope

start of something new by jinniefic

if you know me, you know that i fricken LOVE high school musical, and this is literally just the start of the first movie but solangelo and honestly a little more iconic please read even if ur not a hsm fan

paper/plastic by @rosyredlipstick

the fact that this is from 2018 and took this long to get into my rec list is tragic because i think about this fic a lot... a lot. mortal au. very chill, strangers to lovers, very good vibes, will be rereading soon (everything rosy writes is amazing we already knew this)

10:37pm by @buoyantsaturn

surprise another cj fic! fun fact she debated with us for a good half hour about what to title this fic so go read it so you can tell her you like the name (and the fic itself... its a very good fic) (tw // alchohol and drug use for this one)

Sunflower by ChiseHatori

3 days in the infirmary is probably the easiest trope u can find in the solangelo tag but i have to say this one really made me soft just bc it feels a lot more in character than some of the others ive read, and it basically picks up right where they ended in the books

Will You, or Will You Not? by @thebluesideofmyworld

marriage fics... also very soft. just boys bein boys. dual engagements. mortal au. all that good stuff vv soft i loved it

let your heart win by @justanothervampiregirl

this one is short but its also probably one of the most in character fics ive ever read and i really like this style of writing mixed with canon compliance so :)

The Magic of Naomi Solace by Sweetymomo

naomi solace, underratted legend. i aspire to have her relationship with will. lots of familial background if you like that!! and its set at a bnb!!

forget all the shooting stars and silver moons by itotallyreadthatbook

when i saw this in the tag i was SO excited bc we love high school aus here and it was!! very good indeed!! this trope is one ive never seen before and i recommend 10/10 good banter

They won’t always live by Phantomxlegend

will overworking himself and coping with loss always makes me :(( so if ur okay with some will angst then buckle up

“I am fully capable of kicking your ass” by @unwieldyink

i remember i saw the email notification for this one and immediately was like yup absolutely im in and it 100% lives up to its title we love capture the flag solangelo

the night we met by peachyytomlinson

a lil ooc but also very angsty and did make me emotional when i read this late at night. i think i wrote something similar a while back but i just aaaaa will angst man

“look how hard i can cry FWSHHH” by @buoyantsaturn

call me biased bc i like to claim that i originated the idea of demeter!will and cj dedicated this fic to me but like BRO its so soft and i love it here nico leave the plants along challenge failed

femboy hooters, or the time percy jackson failed to keep a secret by luciethebean

its all fun and games until the fic turns out to genuinely be really good. like, yes the title is exactly what you think it is but it doesnt matter bc its so fricken well written im^@*#&(*)($_$#&^@$(@*)* yeah

Of Ties and Significant Annoyances by seokjinvilla (@thechampagnecocainegasoline)

we dont support jkr in this household but what we do support is this bc this plot is genius and i love it

everything’s going swimmingly by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

fun fact i posed the idea of a sports/team prompt to the sw mod crew literally just so someone would pull through and write a swim au and ethan DID without even knowing. i love them and their writing style is so !!!! please read it

when you smile (the whole world stops) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

another ethan fic!! this is the perfect fic for a rough day where u just want some cuddles bc thats literally the plot of the fic. i love this one with my entire heart its very fluffy 10/10 do reccomend

pumpkin spice (i hate it, it's not nice) (ok maybe it's a little nice) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

ethan fic part 3!! bc i binge read these all in one night!! literally again their writing style is so amazing and the witty banter!!!! also we love a retail bookstore au

Burnt Plastic (and Other Bad Ideas) by More_of_This

so this one isnt exactly romantically solangelo but it is hilarious in my opinion and i absolutely adore well written college aus and while i know nothing about college this fic is so funny to me (if you read the tags there is, in fact, a raccoon involved) (tw // drinking for this one)

all because you kissed me goodnight by @buoyantsaturn

i have been WAITING for a mortal counselors au and im sure theres some out there already but y’all already know im a cj stan! lots of slowburn, friends to lovers, coworkers, all the good stuff (and i named this one and offered cj a lot of materials from my own camp so this one especially hits!! i reccomend for those good ol summer vibes!!) (tw // drinking for this one)

Waiting With You by @buoyantsaturn

oh boy buckle up if u want an angst ride because this fic tore me apart. i keep threatning cj with “dont pull another waiting with you”. that being said, very much feels like a movie while youre reading it, very fluffy in the middle, we love mutual pining.

Little Italian Boy by @buoyantsaturn

stream little italian boy by grace gilmore. youll get it. thats it.

The Clues by @thebluesideofmyworld

secret dating when done well is legit one of my favorite tropes of all time and this!!! this!!!!!!!!! its outsiders perspective also which is another one of my favorite tropes, and just little views on nicos life and i love it

So Come On, Talk it Out (your voice brought me back from the dead) by @buoyantsaturn

will solace, sponsered by kitkats, cj edition

no but if you read tower of nero you’ll really like this missing pieces pre-ton fic this is a really soft little fic with a bunch of easter eggs from the book in it, so i highly recommend! if you havent read ton yet and are still avoiding spoilers, come back to this one!

reaching for the sun (you, you, you) by moonswords (@tortadelimao)

i just read this one about 2 hours ago for the first time and i am Still thinking about it. its like the getting together that i literally feel like is canon and the vibes are Immaculate (also william “what about me looks straight” solace)

“Are we on a date right now?” by @unwieldyink

overworked will, nico helping out in the infirmary, first dates & hikes, canon compliant, we love to see it (also its an annie fic so ur required by law to read it)

Outrunning karma by Phantomxlgend

more will angst! featuring angry overworked will!

Everlasting Ring by minyoongurt (@blueblackslowtown)

i was Very excited when i read the summary of this one, and i think minyoongurt did a really good job!! healer will, injured nico, the whole dynamic. also i love the idea of nico only knowing “thank you” “go away” and “fuck you” in sign language. im pretty sure thats canon

The Little Thing by Rainbow_Mess

i belive this is also a pre-toa fic thats just exploring all the stuff we found out about will in ton and its very short and sweet :)

and of course, a few of my recent works for your consideration

who is he (and what is he to you?)

just doing my silly little tasks

i don’t need three bars to tell me we’re meant to connect

truly, madly, deeply

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #heros of olympus #lizs solangelo fic recs #mine

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TAZ:G NOTES, EPISODE 35

WE’RE BACK BABEY. i am skipping my uncles wedding for this also i have comletely forgotten not only what happened last episode but also the entire plot. also i’m kinda glad there wasnt an episode last time cuz it was smack in the middle of exams and i’d feel left out again </3

TIME TO PARTY????? EXCITING OPENING. :OO?? CHAOS PARTY????? CHAOS PARTY. O H. CHAOS AND ORDER PARTY.. INTERESTING

CHAOS YOUNGER SIBLING. yeah thats fair. i think it’d have been funnier if chaos was older though.OH WHAT HAPPENED LAST EPISODE WAS GOODCASTLE REVEAL.

[most of the content under the cut, because spoilers!!]

chaos having regrets and developing an emotional connection to the plan was not how i expected this episode to start but i can dig it. oh boy this is actually really interesting. i thought it’d be a fun party episode. but. i guess chaos order party Would start like this.

THREE MORTAL CHILDREN. every reminder i get that the thundermen are literal actual teenagers makes my heart do a little flip. they r just kids :(  GOODCASTLE FUCK YEAH. FUCK YEAH MAN. FUCK YEAH GOODCASTLE.

SIR REGINALD THISTLEWHIP. IS THAT WHAT HIS NAME HAS ALWAYS BEEN. IS IT FISTLEWHIP. FIZZLEWHIP??? i like fizzlewhip.

WKJSBKDJFBJ FITZROY GRIFFIN. HE IS KNIGHT IOF GOODCASTLE NOW. WJSBDJKFJB FITZROYS LOSING HIS MIND. MANS BEAN IS GETTING F R E A K E D.

FITZROY IS HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS. HES JUST BELLY FLOPPED IN FRONT OF SIR REGINALD FIZZLEWHIP AND SPIRALING

the sword thing being the only reason he wanted to be a knight. me too.

knight to knight. reggie. FITZIE AND REGGIE. AND.. AL.

HEY GORDIE HI GORDIE I MISSED U GORDIE MY FATHER DAD<3333333

oh boy right rainer in trouble.

fitzroy maplecourt, knight of the realm of goodcastle, Dance Commander.

HIERO DIDNT KNOW??? man theres so many characters happening everywhere all the time.

festo: what day is it! fitzroy: its judgement day.

festo: oh shit!

have i ever mentioned how much i love festo because i REALLY love festo.

groundsy’s hut.. havent heard that in a while. that was like forbidden right it has to be important

they are Squadded up… althea gordie festo Reggie this is gonna be fun

THYE R JUST CHILDREN ALTHEA CMONNNN U CAN GIVE EM A LITTLE .. A LITTLE NUDGE U CAN HELP EM OUT.

althea: if U dont have a plan. and WE don’t have a plan. then whos fighting the bajillion demons.

R THEY TALKING ABOUT THE XORN?????? XORN TIME????

GORDIEGORDIEGORDIE LETS GO

JWBSJDBFJSDJNKF ALL OF THEM DOING THEIR DUMB CROSSTALK OF TRYING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF. FITZROY DEFENDING FESTO. THIS IS HILARIOUS. i know a couple people thatd be happy if justins plan went the way he wanted but i for one am glad that there will be no sacrifices

GROUNDSYS PLACE. ITS BEEN LIKE A YEAR SINCE I HEARD ABOUT GROUNDSY.

oh thank god the thundermen get a rest. finally. TIBIA AND GHERKIN<33 MISSED THEM. SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS. BELLETON.

last nights chat was the sleepover chat right<33333 missing that<3333333

FITZROY IT WAS VERY FUNNY IT WAS REALLY FUNNY BUT ALSO… U JUST PUT UR FACE ON THE WHOLE CRIME.

ADMITTEDLY IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS IF THEY JUST UP AND LEFT. AND THEN PIRATE ARC. AND THATS THE REST OF GRADUATION.

argo my beloved. u are the lovable rogue.

WHAT NOOOOOO NO WE CANT LOSE THUNDERMEN LLC. THEY CAN JUST BE PALS CALLED THE THUNDERMEN LLC

OOO THE MUSIC… COMMODORE IN JAIIIIL BABYY. ayo they fucked him up real goodWHY DID HE JUST ESCAPE THAT CANT BE GOOD THATS NOT GOOD.

firbolg i love u he is just dreaming that is all,, awww firby<33333 oh wait what time travel stuff???? oh boy okay. time travel fucks with my head and i am bad at thinking already. its super cool though!!! “what is powerpoint.”  OH. IS THIS A CHAOS FITZROY DREAM???? I MISSED U I MISSED U I MISSED U. LOOKING DOWN ON CHAOS. SEXY. IDK IF THIS IS CHAOS FITZROY OR NOT BUT THIS IS GOOD NEVERTHELESS.

i still dont know about order but i think i can sympathize with chaos which is. alarming.

FITZROY U ARE THE CHOSEN ONE AND I LOVE U AND I THINK U SHOULD DISMANTLE CAPITALISM AS A WHOLE NEXT TIME.

did this motherfucker say heighth

chaos: this may be the last time we see each other

argo, without missing a beat: oh thank GOD.

WHBSKJDS YEAH ARGONAUT ME TOO

yknow ever since they were like argo likes to be called argonaut ive been calling him argo more i think

NEW CHAOS VIBE. oh my god the rose tinted glasses.

FUCK O F F I JUST YELLED SO LOUD. CHAOS IS JUST A KID THEYRE JUST A KID I CANT DO THIS ACTUALLY. I BREAK WHENEVER ANYONE ENDS UP BEING “JUST A KID” AS MENTIONED BEFORE IN MY “THUNDERMEN R JUST KIDS” NOTE. OUGHFHDFHDFHGDH CHAOS IS JUST. A KID GOING OFF WHAT ORDER HAS BEEN TELLING THEM IS RIGHT FOR EONS. THEYRE JUST A NAIVE KID THEY DONT KNOW A WORLD OUTSIDE OF THE ONE THAT ORDER HAS BUILT FOR THEM THEY DONT KNOW ANY DIFFERENT UFGHJDFG . THEY ARE SCARED. SHUT THE FUCK UP TRAVIS IM GOING THRU A LOT RN. me when i become a chaos sympathizer. AND THEY JSUT SAID THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST TIME WE SEE THEM??? AFTER THAT BIT ???? DONT DO THIS TO ME DONT.

just took a 10 minute break from the episode to try and figure out what the trope of some great and powerful person being a child all along is called. results inconclusive but its one of my favorite tropes.

A TANTRUM. A TANTRUM, SHUT UP THSI FUCKIGNF CHILD THING IS MAKING ME SO SAD.

ayo festo i was having a moment.

FITZROY SLAP MAGIC AU.

AYOOOO???????? AYO FESTO PARTY TIME????????? AYOOOOOOOOOOOO???? FINALLY. FUCK. YES. FINALLY.

F U N. H A T S. FUN HATS FUN HATS.

stupid argo with his stupid straw boater hat. and firbolg with their stupid leaf hat. and fitzroy with a JAMIROQUAI HAT??????? WITH. ANTLERS?!?!?!?!?!? FUCK YES. YES. YESYESYES. THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISDOE. FUNNEE HATS.

they are doing drugs.

they are doing so many drugs at once .

DRUG MUSIC. THIS IS SO FUN

oh we are in drug audio time. PARTYTIME PARTYTIME.

argo literally doin the whole barbershop quartet bit

YEHAHHHHH GO OFF ARGO DRUGS FUN AND GOOD (jk haha dont do drugs guys . or like not too much)

YOU ARE THE WIND AND YOU ARE THE MOON. NATURE AND HIS FRIENDS AND HIS CLAN.. LOVE THAT.

ayo is fitzroy having one of them villain tango moments except homoerotically with a glowing golden version of himself. there is so much symbolism there about how that’s the physical representation of his magic and stuff but i will ignore all of it and focus on just how sexy of a visual concept that is.

THIS IS. SO SEXY. THEY. WINK. OH MY GOD.. THE “YOU DONT KNOW WHERE THEY BEGIN AND YOU END” LINE. THIS IS SO HOMOEROTIC IS IT MEANT TO BE. THEY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT THEYRE DOING WITH THIS. FITZROY MAGIC BACK FUCK Y E S .

argo fucking. dork.

THUNDERCLAP. AYOOOOOOOO LETS GO FITZROYYY. “AS EASY AS YOUR HEARTBEATS, THE MAGIC FLOWS OUT OF YOU” THIS FUCKS.

“i guess you could say the magic was inside- *vomiting noises*” HESKDHFNKSDN TAHSTB SO FUNNY HES SO FUNNY

MY FAVORITE EPISODE. THIS IS THE ONE. TAZ GRAD EPISODE 35 MY BELOVED. IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. thank u travis for my life. also griffin for my life. oh hey this ended up being a long post for such a short episode. huh! its cuz it was the best episode thats why.

#taz #taz graduation spoilers #taz grad #taz g #taz grad spoilers #the adventure zone #taz episode 35 #sir fitzroy maplecourt #fitzroy maplecourt #argonaut keene #argo keene #master firbolg #the firbolg #taz graduation #taz notes by krys #krys talks

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