#I WAS MOSTLY FINE UP UNTIL THE CONCERT. FUCK

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man. i wanna get back into multifandom stuff but at the same time i cannot feel anything for things that arent idkhow anymore :,)

#UUUAAAAAGGHHHHH #I HAVENT ABANDONED MY INTERESTS BUT I LIKE I HAVE. I REALLY HAVE #I REALLY REALLY LIKE. UGH I LOVE OBSESSING OVER OTHER THINGS BUT IDKHOW KIND OF JUST LIKE. CONSUMED EVERYTHING ELSE INCLUDING ME IDK #WHY IS LIKING MORE THAN ONE THING JUST IMPOSSIBLE TO ME AAAAAAAAA #I DONT EVEN LISTEN TO DIFFERENT MUSIC ANYMORE BECAUSE I CANNOT MENTALLY HANDLE HEARING ANYTHING NEW #LIKE. I CAN CONSUME OTHER CONTENT AND BE FINE BUT POSTING ABOUT THEM JUST FEELS LIKE WAY TOO MUCH FOR ME IDK #WWHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY IS MY BRAIN LIKE THIS WHY WHY BRAIN #like. okay. i love other things too but i think for my own comfort and energy im just gonna stay an idkhow blog for the next few months #seriously i was all in on being multifandom and that was like. relatively fine with me (i think i dont remember) and then the CONCERT #JJGJJGMGMGKKHHKHLGJKGMKHMHGGFJJJKGGK #I WAS MOSTLY FINE UP UNTIL THE CONCERT. FUCK #AND NOW IDKHOW IS ALL THAT I CAN EVER THINK ABOUT AND THERE ISNT ROOM FOR ANYTHING ELSE #IDK HOW I MANAGED TO JUST LIKE OTHER THINGS? HOW DID I HAVE THE ENERGY AT ALL #I LIKE. CANNOT FIT ANYTHING ELSE INSIDE MY BRAIN #IDKHOW CONSUMES MY EVERY WAKING THOUGHT THEY SHOW UP IN MY DREAMS THEYRE ALL I DRAW. I USED TO BE A PERSON #idkhow #chase said something alright #yeah. if its okay im gonna stay an idkhow blog for a little while. ill reblog things from other fandoms occasionally but. not often #yeah :) <3 writing this all out calmed me down :)

[silent-raven13]

Jealous Miles

Miles isn't the jealous type, or so he thought. His jealousy is mostly hidden with his awkward questions, or shy attitude. Normally he tries to bring up certain things casually which always sounds odd or just plain awkward. Somehow his jealousy isn't as extreme as his boyfriend's. No, Miles is always trying to be reasonable, calm and collective. He's not like his mom who ask many questions and starts investigating... tho his distant family members did say he's a lot like her. He never knew why.

Until today...

Gwen jumps happily: Isn't this great! We're going to see Hobie's concert.

Pav shimmies: Right! I am so hype!

Miles wearing his boyfriend's band shirt with tight skinny jeans and doc martin shoes: Ye-yeah! Do you see him? I can't find him anywhere. -he looks through the busy crowd wondering where his boyfriend is at-

Peter appears in the crowd with Mayday wearing black eyeliner and a black shirt. Mayday having on silly black and white makeup on to look like a skull: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late! Had to steal a shirt... you know to be punk? Ha!

Gwen looks at Mayday: You brought Mayday with you? Peter, she's a baby!

Mayday made a scowl look: BLAH!

Peter: Don't worry we practice! See. Blah! -they did the same expression-

One random guy in his punk outfit saw the two: That's what I'm talking about! BLAH! -he throws a sign of horns with his right hand- fuck society, man and lil one!

Mayday mimics the sign: hehe!

Peter: See! We fit in just fine! -he saw Miles looking over the crowd- What's up with him?

Pav: He's looking for his bf!

Peter: Ah, he's probably in the backstage with those groupies -casually saying-

Miles' eyes widen: Groupies!

Gwen: You know, bandmates always got a few sneaky links or sides. Sometimes fangirls wanting to sleep with their favorite band. -She saw Miles staring at her almost in shock- Not that Hobie will ever do that! You know he's faithful to you!

Pav: Yeah, you two are in a serious relationship!

Miles: We never said that! We just started to date and casually call each other boyfriend. -Something in him began bubbling, like a wave of anger and need-

Gwen: Ohh... Well, Hobie would never do that! You two are-

Some girls came walking pass them with their boobs out having pasties and there was black markers written names on it. One of them being Hobie's name. Peter quickly cover Mayday, who removes his hand to see: Boobies!

Peter: Hey, don't tell your mom! -he tries not to look at the women-

Gwen made a grimacing expression: Um... he's a star so he-

Another girl came by talking to her other friend: I can't believe your ex let you touch his hair! -they saw the blond girl with Hobie's name tattoo on her lower back.-

The other girl giggles: I know! He's so cute. I should've kissed him!

Pav: Ex! See, they are not together! -He frowns seeing a dark look on Miles' face. Something they never saw-

Another guy came almost similar to Miles' height holding Hobie's vest with his guy friend: Hahaha, Hobie is a fucking arse, isn't he?

The guy puts on Hobie's vest: Hahaha, well I got his jacket now!

Peter: Man, it's not looking too good for Hobie, huh Miles? Miles? -they saw him walking to the direction those groups came from-

Mayday: Ah shit!

Peter gasps: Mayday where did you learn that?

Gwen: Come on, let's go before something bad happens!

Pav: Awe, man. I fixed my hair today. Now we gotta tussle?

Miles slid his way through the crowd, at the end he saw a group of people surrounding bands that were about to play for tonight. One of them was Hobie's band. The young Spiderman looks at a crowd of women touching Hobie's arms, hair and face which tick him off. Jealousy bubbling into his stomach that left a nasty taste in his mouth.

Hobie standing trying to endure the fans: Okay. okay, stop touching my hair! I told you many times. -he scowls-

One of the fangirls lift her tank top shirt up to reveal her breasts: Hobie! Hobie, how about an autograph, please? -she cutely pouts-

Hobie sighs: Fine, whatever. Just don't touch my hair. -he only do this to seem like a badass, he didn't see nothing bad of it. He took a marker to write his name on the woman's chest- There! Now -his eyes glances over spotting his boyfriend. All his annoyance washes away and a big smile placed on his face- SUNFLOWER!

Miles merely standing there just witnessing his boyfriend writing his name on a fangirl's boobs. Now he's mad. He said nothing.

Hobie gently pushes his fans away: Excuse me, mate. This is my darling, Miles. -he happily gets to brag about his Sunflower, his hands on his lover's shoulders- Wow, you look amazing, darling. Are you wearing my band's shirt. -his eyes practically shape into hearts- I always-

Miles cut him off: Qué estabas haciendo? -going full blown Puerto Rican Spanish-

Hobie arched his eyebrows: What? -he didn't know much Spanish only a few words like Hola or Sí or Gracias. Just enough to impress or small talk with Mrs. Morales-

Miles scowls: What were you just doing? Que estabas haciendo? -his jealousy already taken over like a virus-

Hobie: Wha-what do you mean? I'm here sign-

Miles cuts him off: No- Qué acabas de hacer, ahora mismo?

Hobies: Ahora? O'Hara? -Why is Miguel brought into this?-

Miles: NO, Pendejo! What did you just did, right now? In front of me! -he's getting so mad, almost jumping into conclusions- You think, that's fucking cute? You think I would like that shit?

Hobie blinks a couple of times being surprised with his partner: Miles, I don-

Gwen calls out: Miles! We thought we lost you!

Pav ran behind along with Peter: Yeah! Oh hey, Hobie!

Hobie turns to their friends: Oh Hey- -Miles grab Hobie's face with his left hand squishing his cheeks, forcing the guitar player to look at him. He formally made Hobie lean/hunched over to get on Miles' eye level-

Miles spoke Spanish again: Estoy hablando contigo? -His Spanish firm, more serious... more Puerto Rican accent to it- Crees estoy jugando contigo? You think this is a fucking joke? -his right hand pointing, wanting his index finger at his boyfriend-

Peter: Ohhh, there's that Puerto Rican side... -Everyone in the group knows, you never want to pissed off a Puerto Rican or any Latino for that matter especially if your in a relationship with one-

Hobie: Luv, I am a bit confused -he mutters through his squish cheeks- I don-

Miles: Puñeta, no puedes escuchar? You got no fucking problem listening to your fans, huh? Huh, I'm not fucking playing with you, Hobie! -He glares still staring at his man-

Gwen softly whispers: Guys... calm down. Everyone is looking at us -the crowd around them were quiet with loud music bashing in the room. The fangirls slowly shift away from Hobie and his boyfriend seeing how mad Miles is-

Miles: Hijo de Puta, estoy hablando! Hobie, I'm fucking talking to you! Why you're not answering me? -Hobie finally sees a lot of Rio in Miles.-

Pav whispers to Hobie: Miles is jealous... he found out you were flirting with your exs...

Miles: Pav, mama bicho. Why are you taking his side, asshole! -he glares at Pav-

Pav backs away with his hands up in defense: I'm just clearing the air, don't have to be mean!

Hobie got the gist of it: Ohhh! -he never knew his boyfriend could get jealous- Luv, I wasn't flirting. Your the only one for me!

Miles: Cabrón, estas jugando comigo? Carajo, mama culo de su putas! -he didn't believe him, he's already too pissed off-

Peter going on his phone looking up Miles' use of language: Ohh, these are not good! -he winced at the use of language-

Pav innocently: What does mama bicho mean?

Peter types it in: Yikes!

Pav looks over and gasps: MILES THATS SO MEAN!

Mayday: Mama bicho!

Peter jumps: Mayday no! That's bad! Bad word! -his daughter laughs out loud-

Hobie: Luv, honest. I just did a simple autograph. I don't care for them. I'm the singer, you gotta understand I have to sign a few tits and deal with them.

Miles scowls: You need to set boundaries! How would you like it if I did that with random people, huh?

Hobie's jealousy sparked: Heh, your not in a band, Morales.

Miles:Ah, see you don't like that. I am your boyfriend -he brought his boyfriend's face closer to him- you need to respect me and my wishes! I am your half, not these bitches! Me estás escuchando? Are you listening me? Do you understand the words I'm saying coming out of my mouth? I am, your boyfriend, tu vida, tu amor!

Hobie couldn't be anymore happier, the amount of jealousy his partner is throwing and claiming his love to him. It felt all to amazing, hearts can be seen around his head. Even his whole body turned pink with magazine words with I love you all over: Yes, luv. I hear you. -he happily listens-

Miles went on: I'm not your fucking friend that you just high five. I'm tu cielo! Tu amor! Not your fucking puta! Yo no soy tu amigo! Yo soy tu cariño, tu bombón, tu CORAZÓN- -Miles touch Hobie's chest- This right here is mine! You hear me! Esto es mío! I'm not playing with you, Hobie! Tu eres mi alma! -still fuming-

Hobie hugs him: Yes, I am. Yes, I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry, luv. -he gave in. He didn't care if he was right or wrong. He's too in love with his Sunflower. He would do anything for him- I am everything for you.

Miles huffs happily: Good! Next time, I will kick your ass if you pulled that shit! -he happily got carried by his boyfriend as they make out-

Gwen saw how everyone went back to normal and she sighs: I never thought he would get that mad!

Pav: Yeah, yikes!

Peter: At least, it cool down on their own.

Mayday: MAMA BICHO!

Gwen: MJ is gonna kill you...

Peter sighs: I know, maybe I can be like Hobie and give in!

Pav: Mmm, I don't think so!

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider verse #across the spider verse

[straightupsickfics]

another lovesick afternoon

literally genuinely 2.5k words of modern au ed and stede being the softest grossest saps you ever did see while ed gets a cold. and i, personally, love that for them. and me. <3

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“God, fuck, this is good, are you sure you don’t want to… well, no, probably not a good idea,” Ed says, offering Stede a sip of his iced mocha coffee and pulling it away all in one fell swoop. 

Stede pouts, though Ed knows he had no real intention of drinking it. Ed likes his coffee sweet enough to give Stede a toothache, and while Stede enjoys the occasional sweet himself, the scone he has beside him is more than enough to do the job for him. 

“Think I’m catching a cold or something,” Ed explains. He’d woken up this morning with the first twinges of a sore throat, the start of a runny nose, but had powered through a shower and felt mostly fine after some water and orange juice.

Still, Stede gives a little squeak of protest.

“You should’ve said!” Stede tells him. “I could’ve brought coffee home for us.”

Ed rolls his eyes and smiles fondly. “S’nothing yet, a little sore throat, a few sniffles, that’s all. Didn’t you drag Lucius to a concert while he was sick a few weeks ago?” 

Stede’s eyes narrow. “He wasn’t sick, for one thing, Edward, he had a hangover, and that was his own fault. And besides, it’s different…” 

Different when it’s you.

Stede doesn’t finish the thought aloud, but Ed knows what he means, and his warm, fond smile is all the confirmation Ed needs that he’s right. 

Ed lets his hand rest on Stede’s hand while they drink their coffee and eat their croissants. They hadn’t had much hope of finding a spot in the park on a morning as nice as this one, but a bench had opened up just as they’d arrived, perfect timing, and Ed had all but sprinted over to it to stop it being taken. 

“You almost took out that old woman,” Stede had admonished him between fits of laughter. 

“I did not!” 

“You’re going to be on the news! Beautiful man takes down senior citizen,” Stede had narrated in his best newscaster impression. 

Ed had snorted a laugh at this, which only made Stede laugh harder, until they were two grown men dissolving into a helpless fit of laughter on a park bench on a weekend morning. It was, honestly, a perfect morning. 

“What’s next on your list?” Ed asks now, leaning over and brushing a crumb from the corner of Stede’s mouth. 

Stede seems to falter for a minute, unsure. “Well, we don’t need to go anywhere else if you’re not feeling up to it—” He says quickly. And while he’s right, they don’t need to be anywhere. They aren’t “running errands” so much as moseying around their little town, enjoying the warmth of the day and each other’s company.

“We can just as easily do that at home,” Stede insists. 

“I’m not on my deathbed, love, seriously. You said you wanted to look at books for six or seven hours, didn’t you?” 

Stede’s still sputtering a protest as Ed gets to his feet and offers Stede his hand, laughing. 

*

Stede Bonnet really could look at books for hours on end if he was left to his own devices, and it’s kind of fucking adorable. Ed turns a corner and finally finds his husband crouched down and reading the back of a hardback book, completely lost in his own, fictional world. 

“So, you come here often?” Ed asks, voice low, mouth close to Stede’s ear. He smiles when Stede’s neck and cheeks flush a pale shade of pink in surprise. 

“Ah! Every now and then,” Stede squeaks, struggling to his feet. Ed offers him his hand and tugs him to his feet, wrapping an arm around Stede’s waist to balance him. 

It’s Stede’s favorite store, full to bursting with books on shelves and stacked in piles, full of big windows that leave the whole store entirely drenched in sun on bright sunny mornings. Like this one, with the sun hitting the blond in Stede’s hair just so and making it look like it’s made of pure sunshine. 

Stede is pure sunshine, Ed thinks to himself. They come here just about as often as they can, Ed happy enough to trail behind Stede and listen to plot summaries and debates over when to buy the hardback and when to wait for the paperback. Their shelves at home were bursting, too, but they always managed to find room. 

“Y'good?” 

Stede’s still flushed as he nods, apparently happy enough to have Ed half hold him up in the back of the store. Which is more than fine with Ed, too. 

“Look at this,” Stede says finally, holding out a book for Ed to inspect, something about Greek mythology that he’s had his eye out for. He explains the story to Ed who really does listen as best as he can, but finds himself almost immediately distracted by the animated expressions that dance across Stede’s face, the way he talks with his hands and explains every last detail… 

“Sorry, went off on a bit of a tangent,” Stede says, finally winding himself down. “You didn’t need to know all that.” He’s stuck at a crossroads between embarrassed and apologetic and Ed shakes his head, stopping it in its tracks. 

“Sure I did, fucking fascinating,” he promises. 

Stede smiles, then leans in to kiss him. “I know that’s not true, but I love you.” 

“Love you, too,” Ed says. He lets Stede guide him through the rest of the store, lets himself be talked into another black leather notebook that he definitely doesn’t need, and Stede only fusses a little when Ed has to duck to the side and cough into his elbow. His nose has started to run here and there, enough that he has to say yes to the packet of tissues Stede offers him in the car. 

“Fucking hate this time of year,” Ed grouses. “Germs everywhere, always end up coming down with something…” 

“Poor Ed,” Stede coos at him, only a hint of teasing in his voice. He lays a hand on Ed’s knee and offers to drive, but Ed just shakes his head determined to continue their day out as planned. He rubs his nose into the handful of tissues a final time before pulling out of the parking spot and onto the road. 

There’s a craft store not far from the bookstore, and Stede insists it's only fair that they pop in for Ed since they did the bookstore for so long, and Ed doesn’t have the energy (or, really, the desire) to argue. 

If Stede can spend hours looking at books, Ed could just as easily spend hours browsing yarn and textiles and fabrics, running them through his fingers and dreaming up projects, matching them to patterns he has saved across a million tabs on his phone… 

“Oh! This is a nice one, I think,” Stede says, holding up a bright yellow skein of soft, expensive yarn. “Feel that!” He holds it out for Ed enthusiastically.

It really is nice, and extra soft, perfect for the upcoming fall season. Ed does like to make Stede a sweater every year, and he’d found the perfect sunflower pattern and bookmarked it the other day. 

“Love that,” Ed agrees, and tosses it into his hand basket — he hadn’t even bothered pretending that he wouldn’t be leaving the store without at least a few things, and now he has to find some complementary gold hues for the sweater he’d definitely be making for Stede. 

“You don’t have to…” Stede starts, but Ed quiets him with a look. 

“Well, now I’ve gone and germed it up, so… Had something in mind anyway,” Ed assures him when Stede gives him a worried little frown. “You’ll love it, trust me.” 

“That I do,” Stede smiles, and follows him through the aisle and helping him pick out a few more shades of yarn. 

Ed could browse all day, normally, but today he feels himself starting to drag a little. His head is starting to hurt, and the sore throat from this morning is coming back in full force, too. He stops to sneeze into his elbow when Stede wanders off down another aisle, just two quick, muffled hht’mpsh! Etshhh! sneezes, and still he hears Stede’s voice making its way to him, though Stede himself is still out of sight. 

“Bless you!” 

Ed smiles a little as he digs in his pocket for the last of the tissues Stede had given him earlier. They probably had to go home at this rate, what with his nose in rare fucking form and his head throbbing the way it is. 

With a sigh, Ed goes to find his husband. 

*

“hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH!”

“Bless—”

“hd’ISCHuh! Eh’sschIEW! hh'iiishhh!”

“...you! Goodness, that’s a lot of sneezes, isn’t it? Are you sure you really need to work on that just now?” Stede asks. 

Ed sniffles, then sniffles again, then gives up and reaches for another tissue and rubs his nose into it. Blowing it doesn’t seem to do much of anything, just irritates things enough to make him sneeze again, which he’s already getting fucking tired of. 

He looks down at the granny square he’d been ignoring in favor of his cold for the last thirty minutes and realizes that Stede is probably right, he’s not going to make any more progress today. He can barely focus on anything with the sneezing or coughing or sniffling or some other cold symptom fighting for his attention. 

“I thought so,” Stede says gently, tucking his bookmark into his book and setting it, along with Ed’s crochet work, on the coffee table. “Why don’t you let me get you something for that cold, hm? Then we can just relax before we eat dinner. I’ll order from the deli you like. Soup’ll do wonders for you, I think.” 

Ed lets his head roll back against the couch cushions and nods. Stede really is the best when Ed’s sick, there’s never been any doubt about that, and this time is no different. Ed stays put in the living room, waiting while Stede putters around in their bedroom and bathroom, grabbing things. Knowing him, he’d come out with half the blankets in his collection, half the medicine cabinet, and insist on ordering almost the entire menu for dinner. 

And Ed… Ed wouldn’t have it any other way. All he could do was make it up to him when Stede inevitably came down with this in a week or so. 

“Here we are!” Stede says, announcing his return. Ed can’t help but laugh when he sees the armload of stuff he’s brought with him. 

“Are you kicking me out of our bedroom?” Ed teases. "Moving me out here permanently?"

“What! No,” Stede says, dumping the blankets onto Ed’s lap and arranging the array of medicines on the coffee table. “Never.”

“Oh, good, had me worried for a minute there, thought you’d packed up everything I own,” Ed laughs as Stede glares at him. 

“Y’know I love you, right?” 

“Yes, because I am an excellent husband with a wonderful bedside manner. Now, I’m going to make tea, you take two of these and one of these and I’ll be right back.” And with that, Stede's off again, Ed laughing quietly on the couch.

By the time the tea is cooled enough to drink, Ed is curled up around Stede on the couch in what can only be called a nest of blankets, doing more sniffling than anything else, but feeling better overall, thanks to the magical combination of medicine, tea, and Stede.

“This really hit you right out of nowhere, hm?” Stede murmurs, stroking a hand through Ed’s hair. It’s shorter and definitely grayer these days, but Ed’s pretty sure he’ll always react to Stede touching it the same way: melting into a pile of goo. God, he really is getting soft in his old age. 

“Yeah,” Ed sighs, leaning back into Stede’s touch. “Not so bad though, I guess…” Soon there would be way too much food arriving at their door, and cleaning up to do, and planning for the week ahead, but for now… 

Now, Ed would swear he can hear Stede’s gleeful little smile behind him. He decides to let him win this one, just before drifting off in a late-afternoon nap. 

*

“Stede, darling, I love you and your adorable, ridiculous, over the top nighttime routine but can you please just— Yes, good, that. Thank you very much,” Ed says, unable to stop the smile from taking over his face as Stede throws himself dramatically onto the bed and curls himself around Ed’s chest, face pressed right into the spot between his neck and shoulder, nose warm against his ear. 

Heaven. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ed sighs. 

Stede laughs, giggles, really, and Ed can feel the sound warm right through him. “Y’laughing at me?” Ed asks through a yawn. 

“Never, my love,” Stede promises. “It’s just that we have been literally together all day now, and you were really quite demanding that I get in here right now,” he points out. “You slept on me for two hours just this afternoon!”

Ed pretends to consider this. “So? I wait all day for this, Stede,” he says, then pouts just a little. “Don’t you?” 

“Of course, yes,” Stede says, leaning over and brushing their noses together just gently before kissing him. Ed sniffles a little at the touch, his nose extra sensitive thanks to the monster cold he’s managed to pick up, but Stede doesn’t seem to mind that. 

“Good,” Ed says. “Feels good,” he repeats. 

Stede really can’t seem to stop himself from smiling now, as silly as it might seem. They really had spent the entire day together, and now here they are, giggling like children after lights out. “You feel good, too,” Stede tells him. “Though… Do you feel alright?” 

Ed twitches his nose like he’s testing something, sniffles a few times, then nods. “Think m’alright for now. Still doped up on everything you gave me earlier.” 

“Advil for your head and some cold medicine is hardly doped up,” Stede argues. He kisses Ed again, a distraction, but a welcome one. 

“You take good care of me,” Ed acquiesces, though it’s hard not to with Stede curled around him like this. 

Never one to turn down a compliment, Stede beams. 

“hh’itsSCH! hd’ISCHuh! Eh’sschIEW!”

The rush of sneezes manages to take Ed completely by surprise, and he knows he doesn’t completely manage to duck away from Stede in the process. 

“Fuck… sorry,” Ed mutters, fumbling for a tissue. 

“God bless you! Maybe not quite on the mend yet, then,” Stede says, smiling. 

Ed opens his mouth, ready to apologize again, or promise he’ll take extra good care of Stede in return for being patient zero in the span of a single day, but Stede stops him with another kiss. 

“There’s no way you’re escaping this, mate,” Ed tells him. “You’ve been all over me all day.”

“You’ve been all over me, too,” Stede points out. 

“Right, well, sorry in advance, is what I mean,” Ed says. "Never not going to be all over you, for what it's worth."

“Good. Me either. And it's bound to happen,” Stede shrugs. "If I get it, I get it."

And really, how did Ed get this lucky? Even if he had to wait years and years and make several wrong turns through relationshipland to get here, he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

“Now,” Stede says, “you rushed me over here so... come here, please.” He holds out an arm for Ed to curl back into him, and Ed wastes no more time arguing as he settles into place, the two of them slotting around each other like two perfectly shaped spoon.

Yeah, he waits all day for this, and it’s fucking perfect. 

#my fic #of//md

[applesontheground]

no returns 🎠

and last but not least for my protagonist triad, our beautiful angel...angel :') i felt seen by him as someone who also hates her retail job, talks aliens with acquaintances, and was having a really fucking weird summer in 2022. since it's been a sec (and if you're curious/had bisexual panic during this movie when not faced with the Horrors), you can find my OJ and Em blurbs here!

and listen. if i knew how to tackle cosmic romance with jean jacket along with these guys i would've done it. get back to me on that. or don't. i have a lot of wips already.

SFW | Word Count: 795 | Angel Torres x GN Reader 🎼: x

“Hey, not here to bust your balls or whatever, but I just wanted to ask about a good pair of wireless headphones.”

You couldn’t help the casual tone when seeing someone your age behind the counter, because he looked like the type that could take it without a hitch. Still, he almost looked startled, fumbling a suspiciously smartphone-shaped bundle under the counter before you got too close. He hadn’t even seemed to have heard you, finding his customer service voice before anything else.

“Sure-“ He waltzed out from behind a swinging door that kept him closed off to the public, which you imagined was pleasant during busy hours.  He put a hand on his hip and asked as the two of you started walking towards the correct section, you mostly following where he was leading, “Were you looking for wired or wireless?”

Silent, a smile grew on your face as his brain caught up with his mouth. He almost jumped at his own realization: “Right, wireless…”

You nodded along, and he slipped over to the even more precise section of the aisle you had been walking towards. He put a hand up to where the headphones would be, pursing his lips in a stiff expression. Everything about him screamed uncomfortable, so you returned the neutered movement with your own affirming wave, a signal that he didn’t have to linger.

Your eyes kept scanning over the colors, the prices… the packaging, even. You weren't too sure what would work. Earbuds were something you kept for a good three or four years then lost tragically to some freak accident.

Maybe you merely washed them with your jeans one too many times, but no one needed to know the details.

He was almost erratic, perfectly fine to leave but seeming as though his soles had been screwed into the floor. His eyes couldn’t help wandering, catching the outfit you had on. “…I saw those guys live a couple years ago.” At first, you weren’t sure if he was even talking to you, but then looked over in surprise. He abruptly gestured at your shirt, and when it clicked you tried not to laugh, “Oh yeah? How was that?”

“Nuts. Like, in a good way.” He was then whipping his phone out at light speed, but you didn’t mind, curiosity over asking for assistance giving way to the favor of seeing what sort of concert videos he took.

After all, you did like the band on your shirt.

Over the brief conversation, you had learned his name was Angel. The chat that followed had been interesting, laughing about wild concert stories, what kind of music you had to own physically, and you even got a few of his own favorites out of him.

He held a hand out, almost like he wasn’t about to jump back behind the counter and do his job while speaking. “Code Orange, ever heard of them?”

You scoffed, “Of course I have, I fucking rock with ‘em.” He sighed like a heavy weight had been taken from his body; maybe it was strictly from not knowing he could be someone more genuine until now. “They’re baller, right?”

Silence fell as you stuck your card in the chip reader, and you figured this wasn’t a terrible idea to find a way to get some more music speak out of the guy. “What’s the return policy at Fry’s, again?” You then asked. Angel cleared his throat, and answered without a hitch, “30 Days, standard policy.” You nodded, “Cool, thirty days to come back with a good date to ask the nice clerk with good music taste out on. I’ll consider it. Thank you, Angel.”

His exasperated expression suddenly grew horns, eyes wide as you took your headphones and walked away. You maybe made it three steps before you heard clambering behind the counter again, the man nearly breaking his own ankle trying to run out to catch up to you.

“Wait, wait. Hold on-!” He called, like you hadn’t already stopped in your tracks, beaming at him as he lost all his formality just to run up and say in a breathless hush. There was hesitation, almost a fresh pain at the mention of dating that made you reconsider – not for your sake, but possibly for his. You just met the guy, after all, but he had charmed you. Being in your twenties was all about taking those shots, trying it out.

He continued to fumble, almost dropping his phone as you kept your giggles stifled. "I a-actually lied, we don't fucking have a return policy-" You cocked your head at him, and taking a steadying breath he once again put his hands back on his hips.

“I mean... y-you don’t have to wait, do you?”

#angel torres x reader #final boy x reader #✏️ #🎠

[spaceoddball1969]

Teach Me - Part 2 (18+)

Hey there all! It has been a minute and I apologize. I had a really fucked up end of my semester and did not have the brain capacity to work on this fic. I will be trying to update this a bit more often from now on but honestly no promises. Also happy holidays! Whatever you celebrate this time of year, I hope you have had a good holiday season and enjoy this little gift of mine to you! Also

PLOT SUMMARY: The reader and Eddie begin to develop their relationship. The reader has a choir concert coming up with her students and Eddie might just feel the need to go to it??? Also like some seriously sexy things may or may not happen in this chapter. They most definitely are going to happen so if you’re under 18 you gotta get the heck out of here. Sorry, but please leave. This is going to be fluffy and smutty and just sappy because damn after the shit I experienced these last few weeks I really need something sappy to restore my faith in humanity. Also please excuse any typos - it’s late.

WARNINGS: Smut, penetrative sex, nipple play, aftercare, fluff, making out. 18+

It had been three weeks since I had stayed at Eddie’s after the Hellfire Club meeting. We had been casually seeing each other in that time, but it had mostly been quick coffees or rushed lunches during my break at the school. My work was keeping me busy as we were getting ready for our first choir concert at the high school. It was a musical theater cabaret show and I eager to show off how talented my students were to the school community. I was honestly doing fine in terms of anxiety until I was having lunch with Eddie in my office one day and he happened to notice the promotional poster I had made for the concert sitting on my desk.

“What’s this?” he asked, picking it up.

“The poster for the choir concert next week,” I said, shoveling a bite of my sandwich into my mouth.

“You have a choir concert next week?” he asked, setting the poster down.

“Yeah, it’s Thursday,” I said.

“And you didn’t tell me about it?” Eddie asked, picking at the chips in the bag he had bought from the vending machine.

“I didn’t think you’d want to come,” I said. “It’s just a high school choir concert,”

“But it’s your high school choir concert,” Eddie said, crunching on a chip.

“You really want to come?” I asked, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Besides, isn’t Henderson in your choir?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So I’ll come support him. But really, I’d love to see you up there directing those little knuckleheads,” Eddie smirked.

“Ok,” I said, “it’s at seven next Thursday,”

“I’ll be there,” he said.

That was when the real anxiety set in. Even though I knew Eddie didn’t know the first thing about choral conducting, I still felt self conscious about being up there on stage for him to observe for an entire concert. I spent all of Thursday afternoon after school running through the set in my head, practicing the conducting patterns to myself, and working on the piano accompaniment for the student’s solo performances. I spent far too much time re-thinking through my outfit. I knew that I would not have the time to go to my apartment to change between when school ended and when I needed to be back for the concert, so I had packed my concert clothes that morning. I had decided on a black turtle neck with a black pencil skirt and patent leather heals with sheer black tights. I hoped it would look ok but now I was not so certain.

Once I had finished my planning for my other classes, I double checked the stage to make sure all of our equipment was in the right place and then I went to hide in my office until the students showed up.

They arrived at six and we walked through some of the staging and then I led them through vocal warm-ups. Once we were finished, I set them loose to get water and go to the bathroom before they got in their places on stage. As I stood from the piano, Dustin Henderson approached me with a wild grin on his face. He looked sharp, dressed in all black with a green bow tie. The kid was very quickly becoming my favorite student.

“Eddie’s gonna come tonight,” he said to me with a toothy grin. “Did he tell you?’

“Yeah,” I said. “He let me know last week that he’d be here tonight,”

“He wouldn’t stop talking about it,” Dustin said. “I think he was really excited about it,”

“That’s sweet,” I said. “I’m glad he’s excited,”

Despite having spent time outside of school with Dustin I still did not totally know how I should be interacting with him. He was one of my best students and I definitely favored him, but I couldn’t let the others know that. I also wasn’t too keen to be discussing my love life with a seventeen year old boy.

“Ok, go get some water and get in place,” I said. “I’ll see you out there,”

Dustin nodded and then strode off to get settled for the concert. I gathered my music folder from my office and then followed my students out to the auditorium. Just as I was about to step through the doorway to the backstage area of the auditorium, I saw a tall figure rushing down the hallway. I turned to get a better look at who it was and saw Eddie Munson wearing dark blue jeans and a worn out red button down. He looked flustered but he froze when he saw me standing there.

“Wow,” he said. “You look incredible,”

“I have to go conduct a concert,” I said, awkwardly.

“I better go find a seat,” he said.

I watched him rush into the auditorium before I stepped backstage. My students were already in their places for their first song on the risers. I took one long look at them before stepping on stage and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with how much I loved them.

The concert went off without a hitch. The ensemble numbers sounded better than I had ever heard them. The soloists ate it up as their friends and families cheered them on. By the end of the show I felt like I was floating on air. 

I let the students and the audience clear out first and then I followed them into the choir room. My students and I started cheering in excitement. A few of them even hugged me and I couldn’t help but squeeze them back. After a few minutes of congratulations, I retreated to my office to collect my things and to have a minute to myself. Most of the students had cleared out once they had gathered their things. There was only one or two stragglers.

“Eddie’s out there,” I heard a voice call into my office. I looked up and saw Dustin standing in my doorway. “I already saw him, he said he was going to wait out there for you,”

“Send him in when you step out,” I said. 

“Will do,” Dustin said, saluting me.

As the last few students left, Eddie stepped into the choir room. He peaked his head into my office with a wicked grin on his face.

“Ok so you’re awesome yeah?” he said as he stepped into my office.

“It’s the students,” I said. “They did so well tonight.”

“Yeah but they’re only able to do so well because of what you teach them,” he said, stepping closer to me. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me against him. “Seriously, you’re amazing,”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Eddie returned my smile and dipped his head lower to press a soft kiss to my lips. We hadn’t been very physical since our first night together and it took everything in me not to completely lose myself in this kiss.

“Wanna go out and celebrate?” he asked.

“Oh, I’d love to but I am so drained,” I said, resting my forehead on his chest. 

“Then let’s go back to my place,” he said. “We can have a drink, you could stay over if you want.”

“I guess I could do that,” I said. “Yeah that sounds great. Can we get food or something though? I didn’t eat dinner and I am starving,”

“I will get you anything that you want,” Eddie smiled.

“Pizza?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” Eddie said, pressing another kiss to my lips.

“Let’s go,” I said.

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Eddie gave me his key to the store so I could let myself in while he got the pizza for us. I wandered up to his apartment and set my things down before I made my way back down to the store. I awkwardly looked around the store as I waited for Eddie to get back. I had just started looking through a stack of used vinyls behind the counter when I heard the bell go off and saw Eddie walking through the door. 

“Food has arrived,” Eddie smiled as he locked the door behind him. “You can bring some of those upstairs if you want to. I’ve been meaning to give them a listen to make sure they aren’t too beat up to sell,”

I picked out a couple records and followed Eddie up the stairs to his apartment. While Eddie got out plates for our pizza and beer for each of us, I sorted through the stack of albums I had brought up. At the bottom of the stack there was a record I had not realized I had picked up. It was a greatest hits collection of Elvis Presley tunes. I smiled happily at the record and hoped to God that it wasn’t too scratched up by its previous owner.

When the lyrics of “Heartbreak Hotel” popped out of the speaker, I heard Eddie call my name from the kitchen.

“Did you really just put on Elvis?” he asked.

“Yes?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” Eddie said, handing me a plate. “I just didn’t expect it,”

“I was raised on Elvis,” I said. “My dad loves him,”

“Yeah my mom was a big fan,” Eddie said, leading me to the living room. “God, I haven’t listened to his music in ages,”

“I didn’t realize I had grabbed the record from downstairs,” I said. “It was in the bottom of the stack,”

“Well, I’m glad you grabbed it,” Eddie said as he sat down.

I sat down with him and within seconds was devouring my pizza. I relished in the taste of the food. I also was very much enjoying the heat that I could feel radiating off of Eddie next to me. He looked remarkably handsome in his black jeans and red button down. His hair was absolutely wild tonight and there seemed to be a gleam to his eye.

I was content to sit and talk and eat pizza and listen to Elvis for the rest of the night, but then a particular song came on the speaker. The opening horns of “Trouble” blared through the room and Eddie jumped up from the couch. He immediately launched into a full on performance of the song. I couldn’t help but laugh as Eddie tossed himself around the room, using his beer bottle as a microphone. By the second verse, Eddie was pulling me up by my hands and dragging me into his performance. He held me close as I laughed at his silliness. 

But then that gleam reappeared in Eddie’s eyes and I felt my heart start to beat faster. I let Eddie pull me tight against him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His eyes were locked on mine as he pressed a firm kiss to my lips. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, holding close to him as he deepened the kiss. I was getting lost in it just as the beat picked up in the song.

The change in the music shocked me and I jumped away from Eddie. We both stared at each other for a moment and then I started collecting our empty plates.

“We better get these cleaned up,” I said and rushed into the kitchen.

By the time I had the plug in the sink and the soap bubbling up, the next song on the record had started playing.

I heard him before I felt him. Soft footsteps approached me and then I felt one of his arms gently wrap around my waist from behind me. He used his other hand to brush the hair away from my neck and then placed a soft kiss agaisnt my sensitive skin.

“I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry if that was too much,” 

I sighed and rested my hand over his on my waist. “It’s ok,” I said. “I didn’t mean to run away. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to be with you. I just don’t want to rush into anything and I don’t always feel like I am in control of myself when I’m with you,”

“Would that be so bad?” Eddie asked, kissing my neck again. “Would it be all that bad if you let yourself go a little?”

“The last time I did that I got screwed over,” I said. “I let him have every part of me and he left without even looking back,”

“Can you turn around?” Eddie asked. I did as I was asked. Eddie stroked both sides of my face gently with his hands and then rested them on either side of me on the counter so that I was caged within his arms. “I’m not going to do that to you,”

“How can you possibly know that?” I asked.

“Because I would have to be crazy to even think about leaving you,” Eddie said. “I know we haven’t known each other all that long, but I feel a real connection with you. And I want to work on it. I want to build it. I want you to trust me,”

“I do trust you,” I said.

“Ok,” Eddie said. And then he looked back at the record player in the living room.”Don’t” had started playing. “Then dance with me,”

“What?” I asked.

“Dance with me,” Eddie repeated. “Come here,”

I let Eddie intertwine our fingers and wrap an arm around my waist. He pulled me away from the counter and we began to sway around the kitchen. 

“I know you don’t believe me when I say that I’m not going to hurt you,” Eddie said, “but I really mean it. I’m sorry that your last boyfriend ran off, but I’m not going to do that. I’m here to stay and you’re going to have to live with that,”

I looked up at Eddie and locked my eyes on his. He didn’t look away. He didn’t even think about it. I felt a sensation that I couldn’t explain taking over me. I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry, maybe both. All I knew was I was standing in the arms of an incredible man who was telling me everything that I needed to hear. And better yet, I believed him.

I pushed myself up onto my tip toes and pressed my lips to Eddie’s, letting myself get caught up in the feeling of our connection. He pulled me against him and kissed me over and over. I couldn’t stop kissing him back. It was an overwhelming feeling that I didn’t want to let go of. 

I heard the record stop playing and figured me we must be at the end of the first side. Eddie pulled away from me and hurried off to take the record off the stereo. 

“So, uh,” Eddie stumbled. “Uh, that was really nice,”

“Yeah it was,” I said, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks.

He looked down at the floor for a moment and fiddled with his hair.

“Eddie?” I asked.

“Yeah?” he said, lifting his head up.

“Would you please come back over here?” I asked.

Eddie smiled and within seconds I was back in his arms. He began to kiss me again, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up just a few inches off the floor. I giggled and held on tightly to him. “Can we take this out of the kitchen?” I asked.

“Uh yeah,” Eddie said and then started to stutter. “Where were you thinking?”

“Well the best option would probably be your room,” I said.

“Oh, uh yeah,” Eddie said. He let me go and then wrapped his hand around mine. “Let’s go,”

Eddie led me to his room and then closed the door behind us. He left the light off and approached me slowly in the dim light. Eddie’s hands snaked around my waist again as he began to kiss my neck. I couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of his lips against my skin. 

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I nearly moaned.

Eddie’s hands squeezed my hips as he kissed my neck over and over again. He kept fidgeting with my turtle neck, trying to find a way for his lips to reach my skin.

“Eddie,” I said. “You can take it off,” 

“Hmm?” he asked, busying with his work.

“Take off my shirt,” I said.

Eddie’s head lifted and his eyes met mine. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Eddie nodded and then gripped the hem of my shirt. He lifted it over my head, exposing my black bra. Eddie tossed my shirt on the floor and turned back to look at me. I saw his mouth go a little slack and he let out a short breath. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a soft smile and then paused. “Can I - is it ok if - I mean - can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling slightly at his cautiousness. “I didn’t think you’d be so polite,” I added with a giggle.

“I want you to be comfortable,” Eddie said, lifting his eyes to mine. “I want you to feel safe. And we don’t have to do everything tonight if you don’t want,”

“Let’s start here and I’ll let you know if I want to stop,” I said.

Eddie nodded slowly and then rested his hands on my waist. Eddie pressed a kiss to my lips and then began kissing all over my face. He moved down to my jaw line and then my neck. Now that it was exposed, he didn’t hold anything back. I moaned as he trailed kisses over my throat and nipped at the soft skin. Eddie’s hands started to travel upward over my torso. I felt a chill run up my spine as his rough skin brushed against mine. 

“Is this ok?” Eddie asked against my neck. His hands started creeping closer to my breasts.

“Yes,” I said, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop, Eddie,”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Eddie held me by my waist with one hand while the other slipped over the silky fabric of my bra. I gasped at the feeling. He gently squeezed my chest as his lips returned to mine.

I wanted to feel Eddie in the same ways that he was feeling me. I could hardly think about what I was doing before my hands were reaching forward to unbutton the front of his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. I let my hands run over his skin, feeling every groove and crevice of his torso. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed our bodies together, aching to feel his skin on mine. When our bare torsos met I almost drowned in the feeling.

“Eddie,” I said. “I want more,”

“What?” he asked, pulling away.

I clung to him, scared that he would pull away entirely. “I want more,” I said again. “I want you. All of you,”

Eddie looked me in the eye for a moment, trying to get a read on what I was thinking. I didn’t dare to break his glance. He leaned forward and kissed me slowly and deeply. I felt a rush of heat pulse through my body. It was most apparent in my core and slowly was creeping between my legs. 

Eddie began to push us towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled me closer until I stood between his legs. He eventually broke away from our kiss and began to kiss down my torso until he reached the hem of my skirt. His fingers fiddled with the zipper on the side.

“Can I?” he asked and I nodded. Eddie slowly unzipped the skirt and pulled it down my legs. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my tights and pulled them down until I could step out of them. 

I felt cold suddenly and quite bare standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear. Eddie’s hands found their place on my waist again and he pulled me closer until I had to climb into his lap. I straddled him, holding onto his shoulders for balance. Eddie began to kiss me again and I soon found myself lost in the feeling again. Swiftly and gently he flipped us over so that I was lying on my back on the bed and he was hovering over my body.

“You are so gorgeous,” he said between kisses. 

“I want to see more of you,” I said kissing him desperately.

“Whoa we’re bold now,” Eddie chuckled.

“Hey it’s only fair,” I said. “I’m over here in my underwear and you still have a whole pair of pants on,”

“I guess that makes sense,” Eddie said with a smile. “Do you want to do the honors?”

“No, I’d rather watch you do it,” I said with a smirk.

Eddie grinned and kissed me one more time before he stood up. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper on his jeans. I felt a new rush of heat between my thighs when he pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was truly beautiful and I didn’t know how to handle it.

“Like what you see?” Eddie asked shyly.

“Yeah,” I said, crawling towards the edge of the bed. I sat up on my knees and reached out for him. “Come here,” I said as he stepped closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him over and over. Eddie’s hands traveled down my torso to my hips. I felt his hands glide over my ass and then grip the backs of my thighs. Suddenly he pulled against them, sending me flying back on the bed. I shrieked with the sudden movement but then Eddie was over me again, holding me still.

“Sorry,” Eddie giggled. “Didn’t mean to scare you,”

“It’s ok,” I said, giggling with him. “Just come here,”

We were wrapped in each other’s arms for longer than I could comprehend. It kept getting better by the moment and I never wanted it to end. Eddie finally reached behind me and unhooked my bra. It was tossed to the floor and Eddie quickly attached his mouth to one of my nipples. I moaned at the sensation. Eddie looked up at me as my moans got louder.

“God,” Eddie said. “Please don’t ever stop making those sounds,”

I giggled at his remark but when I felt his teeth graze the skin of my nipple, my giggle became a moan once more. “Oh God, Eddie,” I said, burrying my hands into his hair. “That’s so good,” I said.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop,”

“Anything for you,” he said.

I felt a pulse strengthening between my legs. With Eddie slotted between my thighs, I started to grind up against him. I gasped when I felt his hard-on through his boxers. My hands slid down my his sides until I was grasping at his hips. I pulled at his body, desperately trying to bring him closer to me. Eddie started to groan as our bodies started to rub against each other in just the right way.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” Eddie groaned as he kissed my throat.

“I want you, Eddie,” I said. “I need you,”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I think I’d lose my mind if we stopped now,”

Eddie chuckled and kissed me quickly on the mouth before climbing off the bed. He searched through his dresser drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. I felt my heart rate pick up slightly as I watched him take out one of the condoms and tear open the package. Eddie slipped his boxers off and if I thought his body was beautiful before, it was perfect now. He rolled the condom on and then walked over to the bed. It was hard not to stare at his body as Eddie leaned over me. I felt his fingers slip under the waistband of my panties and then they were off and discarded on the floor.

Eddie climbed back over me and began kissing me gently. I let my hands explore his body and I began to pull him closer to me again. “Eddie,” I said. “I’m ready. I want this. Just go slow,” 

“Ok,” Eddie said with one final kiss.

He reached down to line himself with my entrance. Anticipation filled my entire body and then he was pushing into me. I gasped at the feeling and my body quickly began adjusting itself to his size. Eddie and I both groaned as he bottomed out inside of me. 

“Oh my God,” Eddie moaned in the most filthy tone I had ever heard. “Are you ok?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “It feels incredible,”

“Yeah, it does,” Eddie said.

He slowly started to pump in and out of me, eliciting even more pornographic moans from the both of us. It had never felt like this before. I had never experienced anything like this. For a moment I wondered if this is what it always should have felt like and I had just been missing out for most of my adult life.

“More, Eddie,” I gasped. “Go harder,”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I want it,”

He didn’t hesitate. Eddie started to pick up his pace and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Eddie seemed close as well. I held onto him and pushed myself up to meet his motions. Eddie’s arms faultered just slightly over me, pressing his chest against mine. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Eddie said.

“Cum for me,” I said. “Please, cum for me, Eddie,”

“Only if you cum too,” Eddie groaned.

His words sent me over the edge. I nearly screamed as my orgasm tore through me. As my body spasmed beneath him, Eddie let out one final moan and his body began to shudder. He collapsed over me and I clung onto him. We held each other for what felt like an eternity. As we both caught our breath, Eddie began kissing every inch of my body. He finally made it back up to my lips and then brushed the hair out of my face.

“That was amazing,” Eddie said.

I smiled and kissed him. “That was amazing,” I repeated.

“Come on,” Eddie said. “I’ll clean you up,”

He picked me up from the bed and then took me to the bathroom. He pealed the condom off his body once he had set me down and tossed it in the trash. Then he turned the sink faucet on and ran a wash cloth under the warm water. He cleaned himself off and once the cloth was rinsed, he walked over to me. Eddie knelt in front of me and kissed my thighs. He ran the cloth over my skin and washed away any lube left on my skin from the condom. 

Once we were both clean, I pulled on one of his old T-shirts and my earlier discarded panties and crawled into bed. Eddie crawled in beside me and pulled me close. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips then rested his head on the pillow. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Eddie whispered.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” I said contentedly.

I fell asleep quickly and slept better than I had in a long, long time. 

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Female reader #Joseph Quinn #Stranger Things #Teach Me Part 2 #I know it's late #I'm sorry

[shion-yu]

Gave myself almost-pneumonia and my couch looks like a damn stock photo.

Since the whole time I’ve been like, “Am I living one of my shitty fanfictions? Coz this sucks.” Let me tell y’all a story.

Cold weather sucks as a severe asthmatic. I moved to the South so I didn’t have to deal with the frigid winters of upstate NY. I’m basically on and off sick until Spring comes (and then there’s allergy season but I digress). I think it’s helped some, but my lungs are just fucked up ok?

Anyways I went to a concert last Saturday and it was freezing. Then I went to the zoo on Sunday with a friend and it was also cold and swarming with kids who don’t know how to cover their mouths when they cough. It was a great weekend but by Tuesday I was sick - great. I had some warning bc my friend I went to the zoo with said they got sick yesterday. But it just seemed like a minor cold and I’ve been through this a million times, I truly did not think it was gonna get too much worse. My asthma was mostly under control and I rested a lot all week.

Thursday I’m more tired, but I start nebulizer treatments and even skip ice skating class and reschedule it for Saturday bc hey, I’m responsible. But Friday I start to feel worse. Like to the point where everybody at work is like wtf go home and one of them told me she’s gonna get me holy water. But it’s okay, it’s still been SO much worse and I’m really fine.

Saturday morning I wake up and I feel like I’m cured. So I go to ice skating class. And maybe I take a little walk in the rain. Bad fuckin idea. By the end of the day I’m having full blown asthma attacks one after the other and sweating like crazy. My abdomen is aching from coughing so much that it hurts to sit up. But I really don’t want to go to the ER. Not again. So I message my pulmonologist and hope I can just say never mind I’m good now by the time he answers on Monday.

That brings us to today, Sunday. I woke up at 6am after only 4 hours of sleep because I can’t stop choking. I’m sneezing and coughing up fluorescent green stuff, my throat tastes like blood and I have a fever. I really, really didn’t want to go to the doctor but it’s time. I drag my sorry ass to urgent care where the entire hour I sit in waiting, everybody who walks by gives me a ‘goddamn’ look because I’m coughing loud enough to alert the entire damn office. I’m so embarrassed bc what if they think I’m being dramatic and wasting time - again? I awkwardly explain my situation and the doctor sends me for CXR. When it comes back he says “Well, you don’t have pneumonia yet but see alllll this stuff here? That’s inflammation. I’m gonna prescribe antibiotics and (way heavier) steroids and you might have bronchitis already but your asthma is so bad that it’s indistinguishable by now. Also with your lungs you probably won’t be able to tell you have pneumonia until it’s pretty bad.”

So anyways, that’s my week. At least I got a lot of writing done for Whumptober - didn’t have to dig very deep to find enough misery to go around to all my fav OCs lol.

#self obs #taken before I got a 10x higher dose of steroids and also antibiotics #brought to you by ~asthma~ #almost pneumonia bc the doc said I probably have bronchitis but my asthma is so bad they’re indistinguishable at this point #CXR questionable #so that’s fun #anyways it’d be hot if it wasn’t me so here ya go #sicknario #snzario #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzfucker #flu whump #illness whump #asthma #coughing

[ko-riacchi]

Good Luck Charm

Pairing: Rappa Kendo x F!Reader Genre: Smut Length: 4.5k

Finally managed to finish this fic... I think I started it in December.

The prompt was “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

NSFW under the cut

When you had told your friend that you wanted some excitement in your life, you hadn't meant this. You would have never expected her to pick you up after work one day with the words "I got us tickets for something exciting!" and take you to an underground fighting match. 

When you had arrived at the nondescript warehouse on the outskirts of the city, you looked at your friend nervously, your heart already pounding as if you were doing something illegal. Were you doing something illegal? You didn't know but you had no time to think about it any further when your friend began to pull you inside the building, handing the tickets to the bouncer with a bright smile.

How had she even gotten those in the first place? You assumed that you couldn't just buy these types of tickets online. 

She dragged you further inside and with a racing heart and sweaty hands, you followed. The only thing that would be worse than being here would be being here alone. 

Your friend seemed completely fine though, navigating the space as if she had done it many times before. You made sure to stick close to her, your eyes shifting around nervously as you looked at the other people who had come to see the match. 

They were mostly men; rough looking men with muscles and scars. You assumed that some of them were probably villains. You didn’t really care to find out if your assumptions were true though. 

So instead, you simply followed her and after navigating a few more halls, you were what had to be the… was it called an arena? In the middle, there was a boxing ring; the kind you would see on TV from time to time. Around it, with some distance to the ring, a fence had been set up. A few people had already gathered and they were talking amongst each other, drinks - probably beer - in hand. There were no bleachers however and you wondered how someone in the back would be able to see anything at all. 

Before you could follow your train of thought any further, your friend pulled you right to the front, squeezing in next to some men until you stood with your chest to the fence. It reached your breasts and you hoped that people wouldn’t start pushing like you knew they sometimes did during concerts, or this could quickly become uncomfortable. 

Your friend turned to look at you with a grin. “So… what do you think?” she asked, clearly proud of where she had brought you. 

“It is… definitely exciting,” you replied with a slightly wobbly smile, hoping she wouldn’t notice how uncomfortable you were. 

It didn’t seem like she did however when she began nodding eagerly in return before looking back at the ring. “It is, isn’t it?” she said excitedly. “I made sure we came early enough to get a good view!”

“I-I see, that’s very thoughtful of you,” you replied shakily. “D-do you usually go to events like this?” 

Your friend nodded. “Oh yeah, my boyfriend took me along once and ever since then, I’ve been hooked!” 

You smiled with a nod of your own and looked down at your watch. It was a quarter past seven. “So… when is the match gonna start?” you asked her. When you had looked around, it had still looked pretty empty. But then again, you didn’t know how many people usually gathered for these things. 

“Oh…”  - your friend looked down at her phone as well - “we still have around an hour,” she told you. “It’s supposed to start at eight thirty, but the fighters sometimes come out a bit early to hype up the crowd.”

You bit your lip, looking at the time again. “I think… I have to go to the bathroom,” you told her quietly. Right now, you were still fine but you had had your fair share of coffee at work and you knew it would surely make you have to pee badly in a bit. If possible, you didn’t want this to happen when most people had already gathered and it would be hard to navigate the crowds. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine,” your friend told you with a nod. “How about you go to the bathroom and I get us drinks in the meantime?”

Your eyes widened. “Can’t we… go together?” you asked nervously. “I… don’t really know the way.”

Your friend looked up at you. “Oh, it’s not that difficult! I’ll come with you part of the way and then we can meet back at the bar, how about that?” 

You really didn’t want to be separated from your friend but you also didn’t want to be annoying, so after a moment, you nodded hesitantly. “Okay… if you say it’s not that far.”

“Great!” your friend grinned. “Follow me then! I’ll show you the way!” She pulled you through the crowds by your hand, leading you away from the main hall and back into the hallways. Once you were inside, she pointed down a long hallway. 

“It’s this way,” she said. “Just follow it to the end and make a right turn, take the second door on the left and then it’s on the right side.” 

She then pointed in the other direction. “I’ll be right over there to get us some beer. Just come and join me once you’re done.” 

Before you had time to stop her and ask her for the directions one more time - because God, they hadn’t sounded easy! - your friend had already vanished behind some people and left you standing in the middle of the hallway, all on your own. 

Okay, you thought to yourself, you could do this. Just walk down the hallway… Your feet began moving and you slowly made your way down to where your friend had pointed. Then… she had said to the right? You looked around the corner and sure enough, the hallway continued on, doors on either side. 

Looking at the doors you continued walking until you had reached the second door to your left, laying a sweaty hand on the knob and turning it. When you opened it, another, smaller, hallway greeted you and you entered. 

You only hoped that you were going the right way. All of these hallways were confusing and it made you feel like you were actually trying to find your way through a maze. 

Luckily for you though, once you were inside this smaller hallway, the telltale bathroom sign on a door on the right side greeted you. With a relieved sigh you walked towards it, opening the door to find a small bathroom that had definitely seen better days. 

There was graffiti on the walls and bits and pieces of paper laid on the floor. With furrowed eyebrows you opened one of the stalls and thank God, at least these looked like they were clean to an acceptable degree. 

You quickly finished your business, and washed your hands. There was no soap and no towels, so, after rinsing them under the cold water for a while, you shook off the excess water and awkwardly rubbed them dry on your skirt. 

Had you known this morning that you would be at a dubious place like this later in the day, maybe you wouldn’t have worn your nice clothes. With a sigh, you looked at your reflection in the mirror for a few seconds before turning the door handle and stepping out into the hallway again. 

Ready to quickly make your way back to your friend so you wouldn’t be alone anymore, you looked to your right and then to your left. Which way had you come again? You couldn’t remember. 

You tried to recall the directions your friend had given you. If you followed them in the opposite way, that should lead you back to where she had split from you, right? 

She had said… to take the door on the left? Right? You let out a soft groan and ruffled your hair. Her words jumbled up in your mind and you continued to glance from the door on the left to the one on the right. Letting out a soft sigh, you eventually began walking to your door on the right. If you opened it and it didn’t lead into a hallway, you would know that this was not the correct direction. 

You pulled the door open a bit and peeked around it. It was a hallway. You let out a relieved breath and opened the door wider so you could step through it. Now it shouldn’t be far until you were back to where your friend was. 

That’s what you had thought at least, but five minutes later and you still hadn’t found your way back. You were getting really nervous now and tried to retrace your steps, right back to the bathroom. If only you weren’t so bad at directions! If only you had asked your friend to come with you! Not being annoying was not worth the amount of anxiety you felt in this moment, alone and in an unfamiliar place. 

You knew you couldn’t just wander around these halls forever. Before, you had gone through a door, so right now, you would have to go through another one but looking at all of these doors that you didn’t know where they would lead to made you tear up slightly. There wasn’t even anyone around to ask! Were you even still inside the warehouse?

Pressing a hand to your quickly beating heart, you finally decided on a door and pulled on it. It didn’t budge. You pressed on it instead. Still no luck. Okay, so that door was locked. 

WIth a shaky exhale, you moved to the next door. That one was locked as well. As was the next one and the one that came after. Panicking more and more, you moved to the next door. At this point, even just seeing someone, someone who could potentially lead you back to where you had come from, would be very much welcomed by you. 

You were close to tears when you tried another door and this one… it was actually unlocked! Quickly, you opened it all the way and looked inside. The lights were on and if you listened closely, you could even make out some noises. Maybe you had finally found someone! Someone who could bring you back to your friend! At this point, it didn’t even matter anymore if you embarrassed yourself, you just wanted to be with her again.

You stepped inside the room, the door falling shut behind you. “Hello?” you called out to the person you suspected was inside. 

There was no reply, so you took another step inside. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” 

You walked into the room a bit further, looking around to see if you could spot anyone. There was a bench on one corner and an open bag on it with what looked to be clothes. 

There just had to be someone in here! Taking another step, your eyes landed on a door to the left with milky glass in the middle. It looked like the light in the other room had been turned on as well. Hopefully, you made your way over there, passing another wooden door on your right. You turned the knob and opened the door to peek inside. 

You were greeted with what looked to be communal showers. They were empty, thank God. If you had actually found someone using these… You blushed and shook your head. Maybe you should just leave this room and try another door. It didn’t look like there was anyone here anyways. 

You took a step back, intending to turn around, but your back collided with something… soft but hard. This definitely hadn’t been there before and with a shriek you took a step forward and whirled around. 

The first thing you saw was a chest - a very naked chest. Your eyes widened and slowly, you let your gaze wander up until you could see the face of a man. The first thing you noticed was his long, wild hair and his broad chin. Before you could stare any further, the man opened his mouth. 

“What’s a cute thing like you doing in my room?” he asked, leaning down so he was face-to-face with you. 

Your face exploded into a blush and you took another small step back. “I-I’m sorry-, I-,” you stammered, the words not wanting to leave your lips. 

“Ohh… don’t tell me…” the man said, his eyes raking over her figure. 

Had he figured it out? You were sure you looked totally lost, like you didn’t belong here at all. Maybe he had picked up on it. 

“You’re one of my fans?” His lips pulled apart in a wide grin and he took a step closer to you, extending one of his hands to lay it on your waist. “Came to wish me luck before my match, didn’t you?” 

Your eyes widened further if this was even possible. “Wha-?!”

“You don’t have to be shy,” the man told you with a laugh, his face moving closer to your own. “Although it’s quite cute..."

Now, if you had been a strong-willed person, you probably would have stopped him, told him that this was all a big misunderstanding and that you were simply lost. 

This wasn't your personality however. So all you did when he came even closer and pulled you into a bruising kiss was to let out a shocked sound, your hands flying up to press against his chest. 

Kendo did not waste a single second, molding his lips against yours as his hands began to explore. “Damn, you got a nice ass on you,” he whispered against your lips, squeezing the flesh with his hands before he let his hands trail under your skirt. 

Your mind was reeling. Your mind had not been able to keep up with the turn of events. Your hands pushed against his chest but it was so weak, Kendo didn’t even notice. 

With a groan, Kendo pulled you up closer against him, his hands squeezing and massaging your ass cheeks. 

“Fuck, my fight is in a bit, we don’t have a lot of time,” you heard him grumble and one second later, he had flipped you around and quickly pressed you up against the wall. 

You let out a soft grunt as the air left your lungs. Your hands came up to lay against the wall and you turned your head to look at him behind you. You mouth opened and you were about to explain that he had gotten this completely wrong but when he pushed forward and grinded his bulge against you ass all that left you was a surprised gasp. 

You couldn’t see but he felt huge! Your eyes widened and once more, you tried to speak up. Kendo however didn’t give you the chance to. He had pushed your skirt up and over your ass, leaning forward so his mouth was hovering next to your ear. 

“You’re so hot, babe,” he groaned, his hips rutting up against your ass. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you!” 

His hot breath fanned over your cheek and your hands scrambled for purchase against the wall. Everything was going so fast, you had no time to react, no time to think about what to do. And the way his cock was grinding up against your ass made it hard to gather even a single coherent thought. 

One of Kendo’s hands moved to your top, pushing it up so he could paw at your tit, while the other moved to his shorts to try and push them down and over his boner. 

For a second, he stopped his grinding, just long enough for him to push them down and his cock to slip free. It bounced free and you couldn’t see it but the sound with which it slapped against his tummy made your cunt clench. 

A second later, Kendo was back on you again, grinding his cock against your ass. 

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through you panties,” he panted into your ear. His hand squeezed your tit through your bra. You blushed at his words. You usually weren’t the type for casual sex and up until now, you had always been in a relationship with the men you had slept with. You never would have guessed that a situation like this would arouse you this much. 

Kendo moved his hand down to your ass, squeezing it shortly before grabbing your panties so he could pull them down and over your ass.

If you wanted to pull out, this was your last chance, you thought to yourself but for some reason, you couldn’t find the words. A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt him peel your underwear from your drenched core, the fabric pooling around your ankles after he let them drop. 

His hand came to lay on your back, the other one grabbing your thigh to pull you away from the wall a bit. He bent you over and a groan left his lips when he saw your sopping core. “Fuck, I wish I had the time to eat you out,” he groaned, a finger sliding through your slick to capture some of it. He popped the digit into his mouth and groaned at the taste. “You taste amazing, sweetheart,” he groaned and you could feel his cock twitch against your ass. 

Once more you turned your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the tall man behind you. He looked sinful. His eyes watched you bent over in front of him with a heated gaze, his tongue lapping at his finger as he savored your taste. You let your eyes trail down his chest, the muscles in his arms and his core flexing with every move. Finally, your eyes landed on his cock and your eyes widened at the size of it. 

“You like what you see?” Kendo asked with a grin when he noticed your expression. How was he going to fit, you thought in a slight panic. He really was huge. Bigger than anything you had ever seen. You thought about pulling away. If he put this monster inside you, you would probably die!

Once again however, you hesitated for a moment too long, your mind too slow to react in the moment. 

Kendo had grabbed his cock while you stared at his, rubbing it against your core to lube it up. The tip pushed against your clit and a soft moan tore from your throat. Kendo chuckled and rubbed his tip against your clit once more, making you moan again. 

There wasn’t a lot of time left before his match however, and Kendo knew this. As much as he wanted to take his time with you, making you fall apart again and again before finally taking you, he couldn’t. 

He pulled back slightly, pressing his tip against your entrance. “Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered. He knew that he was big, and that most women struggled to take him at first. 

Your hands curled into fists against the wall, and you opened your mouth. You didn’t know what you were going to say but you had to stop him. You couldn’t do this after all. He was simply too big. 

All that left you however was a loud whine when he pushed his tip inside, a groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, beginning to fuck himself deeper into you with small thrusts. 

Your mouth was wide open and with each thrust, moans and gasps left your lips. The stretch hurt, but it hurt so good! Your body felt like it was breaking, each time he pushed into you further, your cunt squeezed around him. 

Kendo reached for you, wrapping his arm around your front so he could pull you up against his chest. “If you’re squeezing me like that, I won’t last, sweetheart,” he groaned against your ear, another thrust making another inch disappear inside you. 

Even if you wanted to reply, your mouth was not able to form words, and all that left you was another whine as you felt his tip hit against your cervix. He filled you up so good, he stretched you to the max and the vein on the underside of his cock rubbed against your g-spot deliciously. 

Kendo turned your head towards him, his lips connecting to yours in a sloppy kiss. He pulled his hips back a bit before he thrust into you again, making you cry out into his mouth. “So pretty,” Kendo groaned, beginning to pump into you slowly at first so you could get used to his size. 

Your body felt like jelly and you were sure if Kendo wasn’t holding you up, you already would have crumpled to the floor, your legs too weak to keep you upright. Every single one of his thrusts made you feel like you were about to lose your mind. 

In the position you were in right now, Kendo wasn’t able to push into you all the way, so after another few thrust, he let go of your shoulder, his hands grabbing onto your hips instead. You quickly raised your arms to try and hold onto the wall as best as you could. 

Kendo stayed still for a second as he adjusted his grip. The next second, he pulled his hips back and harshly thrusted into you, your walls stretching to the max as he bullied the entirety of his cock inside your wet cavern. You cried out; you had never before been filled like that and it felt like his dick was pushing up all the way into your uterus, even though you knew that this was anatomically impossible. 

He set a quick pace, grunting as he hammered into you. His thrusts were so strong that they knocked the wind out of you every time he pushed into you, focing moans and grunts out of your mouth. You had no choice but to take everything he had to give you, your cunt clenching around him everytime he rubbed against your g-spot. 

“Fuck, your pussy is the best,” Kendo groaned, moving one of his hands down towards your core so he could rub against your clit. “I wanna feel it come around my cock!” His words made your cunt squeeze tightly around him and he could feel it. “Shit, think you can do that for me, sweetheart?” 

His finger had found your clit in the meantime and began rubbing and all you could reply with was a loud whine as you tried to nod your head. 

You had never felt like this before. He reached so deep and every circle of his finger on your clit made your legs twitch. You don’t think you’d ever before been so aroused in your life, trails of slick running down your legs, a white circle of cream around the base of his cock. 

“G-gonna-!” you tried to warn him, your words getting cut off as another moan tore from your throat. “Yeah, I can feel it,” he groaned as he increased the pressure on your clit. “Fuck, come for me!”

It only took a few more thrusts until the tension in your core snapped and you came around his cock with a loud wail, a few tears escaping your eyes because everything was just so intense. 

“F-fuck, good girl,” Kendo moaned as he fucked you trough your orgasm, his finger only lifting from your clit when he could feel you shy away in overstimulation. He was close too. Your cunt was clamping on him like a fucking boa contrictor and he grabbed your hips tightly as he rutted against you, desperate to come as well. 

He was like a man possessed as he chased his own high and when it came, he leaned forward and over you, pressing his chest against your back. His thrusts stilled as his cock twitched and filled you with his thick cum. He groaned against your ear, his eyes closed as your cunt milked him. 

It was silent for a while and Kendo stayed pressed against you as he came down from his high. 

Eventually, he stood up straight again and pulled out of you. It made you hiss, your insides felt swollen and raw. Thick globs of cum immediately began to drop out of your cunt, forming a small puddle on the ground. 

Kendo looked down at your cunt with a grin, taking a finger to slide through your lips and push his cum back into you. Your body twitched and you turned your head to look back at him, still panting. 

He let out a soft chuckle and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for that, sweetheart.” You only nodded weakly and finally managed to find the strength to stand up straight again. You were wobbly on your legs and it took a second before you felt balanced enough to take your hands off the wall in front of you. 

Kendo meanwhile had crouched down so he could reach for your panties which were still hanging around your ankles. Instead of pulling them up your legs however, he patted your legs to tell you to step out of them. Without even thinking about it, you did as he wanted and he grabbed the panties and lifted them to his face, taking a deep whiff before turning to you with a grin. 

“My good luck charm,” he told you with a grin, before stuffing them into the pockets of his shorts. “No way I won’t win with those.

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You were dazed when you made your way back to where you were supposed to meet your friend. Kendo had given you directions and this time, you made sure to remember them. You hoped your friend was still there, otherwise it would be hard to find her. The place had gotten way more crowded during the time you were away. 

Luckily, as soon as you walked towards the bar, she came running up to you, two beers in her hand. “Where were you?!” she asked you worriedly. You explained that you had gotten lost, although you left out the part where you got railed by one of the fighters. Damn, you didn’t even catch his name. 

Your friend let out a soft sigh, handing you one of the beers and guided you back to the ring. The fight was about to start and you squeezed through the crowds to make your way back to the front. 

When Kendo, you had learned his name after it had been announced, entered the ring, your cunt, which was still stuffed full of his cum and currently ran down your thighs, squeezed and during the entirety of the fight, your eyes never left him. Sometimes, your eyes wandered to the pockets of his shorts and you thought you could see your panties peeking out from time to time as he landed another punch on his opponent. 

He won just as he had said and once it was over, your friend led you outside, excitedly talking about how awesome that fight had been. 

You turned to her with a small smile and opened your mouth to ask, “When’s the next one?” 

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Koopa Concert Reunion Tour: Part 2

After everyone's mostly managed to recover from the shock of seeing what converted Sage is like, Kamek explains why they're here, prompting Junior to bring him, SMG4, Mario, Lil Coding (because there's no fucking way he's getting separated from his dad if he doesn't have to be) and Meggy (because she and Mario are still reeling from losing Luigi and each need to Know that their other sibling is still there) up to a place where they can comfortably talk to Bowser in his current state, while Sage gives the others a tour of the castle.

Junior leads his group up to what seems to be the top of the castle's tallest tower, only stopping when they reach a large set of black-and-silver metal double doors, with spiked studs lining the edges and a massive Bowser Emblem etched across both, "Here we are! Fair warning, Papa's Wonder Form can be pretty overwhelming up close. Now, if you guys are okay on your own from here, I'm gonna go take over the tour so Sage can have some time with her dad."

"We'll be fine, young prince. Thank you for your help," Kamek smiles and ruffles Junior's fire...hair...stuff, with the kid predictably growling in (mostly) feigned annoyance and waving him off.

"Kamek, I'm supposed to be cool around here!" he huffs and rolls his eyes, "Anyway, see you guys later." He starts to run back down the stairs, then stops and turns back to where SMG4 and Lil Coding are, "An' don't worry, 3 and Lily are tough! I bet they're doing just fine in that dumb puddle!" And off he goes.

With a fondly exasperated headshake, Kamek turns to face the doors, "Well, everyone ready?" there's generally affirmative answers all around, and he opens the door, revealing a balcony that puts them directly at eye level with Castle Bowser.

As expected, the group looks upon his absolutely massive form in awe...and then Mario busts a gut laughing, prompting everyone, including Bowser, to deadpan at him as he rolls all over the balcony in hysterics for far too long.

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Meanwhile with the Tour group, a poster catches Tari's eye, "Hm? Doctor Teeth and the Electric Mayhem playing their new album live in collaboration with...SAIKO BICHITARU!?"

She checks where and when they're playing, then frantically turns towards their current guide, "Sage! Do you know how to get to 23-G from here?"

"Uh, I'm plugged into the kingdom's systems, so I can look it up?" she's initially confused about why Tari sounds so urgent, until she finds out who's playing and gasps, OH SH- okay, I'm sending a map with the shortest route from here to there and there to the ship to your arm now."

"Oh, thank you thank you!" she wraps the little AI in a short hug before letting go and running off.

Everyone else is shocked and a little confused by this, before Root remembers something and chases after her, "Wait, we're not supposed to go off on our own!"

Toadsworth of all people is the next to run (at least as much as a guy who needs a cane and has no legs can run), realizing that there should probably be at least one rational adult in that particular group, "Hold on there, lasses! *huff, huff* Oh stars, what a day."

"...Well that happened."

Tari eventually makes it to the concert, just in time to catch the end of the opening act. Even from back at the entrance, she can see that despite absolutely fitting this Zone's theme, somehow none of the Muppets that make up Electric Mayhem are converted yet, "Please be okay please be okay please be okay..."

As the song draws to a close and Dr. Teeth starts talking to the audience, Root and Toadsworth finally catch up, both needing to catch their breath, "how...are you...so fast?"

Toadsworth's exhaustion is bad enough he has to sit down against the wall, "Ohhh, these old bones aren't what they used to be..."

Tari keeps her eyes locked on the stage, seemingly not even noticing them, and Root walks over right next to her looks up at her with clear worry, "Tari?"

That seems to almost snap her out of the trance she's in, until she hears Dr. Teeth say, "And now, without further ado, I am absolutely jazzed to present our very special guest; the one, the only, SAIKO!!!"

The crowd goes wild as out of an artificial fog bank steps Saiko, in all her...neon green haired...purple eyed...spiked-leather-covered...glory. Holding a...Bowser Emblem-shaped guitar...

Oh...

Root winces, "Wow, those are really not her colors, huh Tari?" when she doesn't get an answer she looks up again, and is shocked by just how devastated Tari looks, "Are...are you alright?"

Tari shakes herself off and tries to smile down at her, "Yeah, I just-I hoped- I thought maybe...well. At least she's somewhere safe, a-and doing what she loves, right?"

Root and Toadsworth share a concerned glance, then look back up to see that Tari's watching the concert again, tears in her eyes, "Do you...want to go talk to her?"

"..." She finally manages to tear herself away, "Nah, the concert runs to long for that. Besides, it's not like we cAn- like we can take her with us anyway."

She slowly starts to walk away, checking the map on her arm, "I... I think I just want to wait in the ship."

And so, the three of them head back to the ship in silence, leaving Converted Saiko and her screaming fans in their wake.

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Back with Kamek's group, Mario's still laughing at Bowser, "L-look at the size of his head!"

After a few more seconds, it finally starts to die down, and Bowser gives him a Look, "You finally get all that out of your system?"

He gets back up, shaking off the remaining giggles and catching his breath, "Y-yeah. Sorry, I just, I really needed that. It's... It's been a Day."

"Eh, I've had worse reactions. Now, what're you all up here for?"

Kamek takes the floor, "Well you see Lord Bowser, we believe we've discovered a way to fix all this chaos."

"Go on..."

And so Kamek tells Bowser of what they know so far about the situation, and their quest to obtain the seven Wonder Seeds.

"Hmm...welp, it's not much of a plan, but we've worked with less. Here." He sends down one of his Cloud Piranhas, which deposits the green Wonder Seed on the balcony.

Kamek picks the seed up and stores it away in his robes, "Thank you, my lord. We won't let this go to waste."

"I'm holding you to that. Also, before you head out get Egghead to set up a comms channel with Sage. I want updates on your progress so we're prepared over here when the barriers go down."

"Of course. Now, with your permission, we'll take our leave. The sooner we go, the sooner this will all be over...aaaand the less likely it is that we end up as more of your ravers."

"Yeah, yeah, don't let the doors hit ya on the way out." as the group is leaving, he calls out again, "And hey! I'm glad to see you're all right, old timer."

Kamek smiles back at him, "Likewise, son."

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As everyone's getting back on the ship, Eggman, Sage and Cubot are putting the finishing touches on the communications channel, which was moderately tricky to set up since they're currently disconnected from the Eggnet.

"And...that should do it! We're fully linked."

"Sweet! Now you guys can tell me all about whatever cool adventures you get caught up in."

"I'll be sure to include every detail!" he grins his usual Eggmany grin and ruffles her already-messy hair, "I wish we could take you with us, but hopefully this should tide you over."

"Oh, that reminds me," she shifts her attention to Cubot, "Since I'm out of commission, it's your job to make sure dad takes care of himself, alright?"

"Hey!"

"Don't worry little sis, I'll do my best to keep the boss's all-nighters to a minimum."

" I can't believe this..."

The two eggbots can't help but snicker at their creator's frustration, "And uh, If you get the chance, give Metal a smack from me for being a moron and grabbing a foreign power source without safety checking, alright?"

"Um...I'll try, I guess."

He floats up onto the deck after that, and then there were two.

"Well...I suppose this is goodbye for now."

"Yeah..." seemingly out of nowhere, she starts fiddling with her shirt, unable to maintain eye contact, face full of guilt.

"Is something wrong?"

"I...I'm sorry. I know I'm not the version of myself you were hoping to find...like, at all."

"Oh, Sage," He pulls her in closer, then cups her cheek in his hand and lifts her face so she sees his face, "I'll admit, this isn't what I would have expected from you, but I promise that you did not disappoint me. So you're acting a bit strange, so what? You're safe, you're happy, and you're in the care of someone I trust. That's as much as I'd ever really ask for on a good day, let alone under these circumstances."

Thankfully his reassurances seem to work, and while she's still more emotional than usual she's at least no longer guilty. She closes the remaining gap between them and wraps her arms around his neck (such as it us), and he of course immediately returns the hug, "I love you Dad."

"And I love you, dear daughter."

After a few moments, they pull apart, knowing he still has to go, "Now, you be good. Don't you and Junior go causing too much trouble for Bowser."

She gives him a toothy, lopsided grin, "No promises."

"Oh ho ho, that's my girl!" and then he's up the gangplank and the Airship's on its way to Lily's Zone.

#smg4 #smg4 ocs #what a wonderful game au #the wonder arc #kamek #bowser jr #mario #lil coding #meggy #bowser #castle bowser #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth muppets #smg4 tari #root #toadsworth #saiko bichitaru #sage robotnik #eggman #cubot #angst #so much angst #tari is Not Okay #and this was the EASY zone #writing raver sage's dialogue just feels wrong #mario's having a terrible time he needed Something to laugh at

[butchviking]

prime numbers

thats a lot of fucking questions anon jesus christ

2. what would you name your future kids?

answered

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

this photo of ray toro it's my emergency ray and even when literally suicidal it has never filed to rouse a smile out of me

7. what was your life like last year?

amazing. last year was the best year of my life so far. i did so much cool shit i never imagined i would do i felt so free and full of life i felt like the whole world was at my fingertips

11. are you listening to music right now?

yes! this morning we're doing please catch for us the foxes mewithoutyou. i'm on tie me up! untie me! rn on my second repeat of the album. thinking about maybe throwing in an rtl or even a bullets after this playthru tho 🤔

13. how do you feel right now?

pretty good! well mostly neutral i suppose but i'm up early for work i'm already showered i don't have much to do and i've still got over an hour before i gotta go so this is a rare W for me im pleased w myself. i'm usually always up late and in a mad rush

17. opinion on insecurities.

bizarre question. um they're not good and when they're overwhelming in someone they're off-putting but we all have them and i am in many ways a simpering wad of insecurity so im hardly gonna throw stones about it. i think what is very frustrating tho is when ppl can't admit to them.

19. have you ever been to New York?

nope!

23. fear(s)

needles, unexpected spiders

29. favourite film(s)

the crow!!!

31. 3 random facts

about me or in general? umm 1. you can dissolve ping-pong balls in acetone to make a very strong glue 2. im allergic to the cold but no-one ever believes me until they see it for themselves because that sounds absolutely ridiculous 3. many viking houses were built in the shape of an inverted ship, with curved roofs and sometimes curved walls.

37. favourite actor/actress

huh. i don't think i really have one. i mean i have actors and actresses who are in things i like and who i think are good but i don't think i could point to one as a favourite. maybe david tennant but that's just sort of because he's everywhere in everything and he was(/is) doctor who

41. relationship status

single who want me

43. favourite song ever

no. we're not doing that. that doesn't exist

47. turn ons

um. nothing good. well, love. but mostly mean weird stuff. shhhhhh its fine im normal i am normal

53. 5 things that make me happy

music/concerts/moshpits

images of whoever my latest Guy (gender-neutral) is

exactly 3 glasses of wine. no more no less

talking 2 friends hanging out with friends having positive social interaction

the sense of achievement when i actually get some shit done i needed to do

59. why i joined tumblr

when i was 14 all my friends were into the whole Tumblr Aesthetic and kept referring to ppls outfits as 'so tumblr' and i wanted 2 figure out what that meant. i bet they're all long gone i bet they don't even think about this website anymore

#this took forever cause i kept getting distracted lol sry #also some of these were hard 🤔 #ask #anonymous

[domes]

part, 24

Prompt: "Only a small part is played in great deeds by any hero."

The first thing the waitress says when she seats the crew is, "Jesus Christ Seth, what'd you butcher a horse?" Seth looks up almost surprised by the familiar voice, "Gwar concert other side of the hill." The waitress takes in the very real bruises, black eyes, burns, and cuts while handing out menus, "No shit, I love that you still go to those." She pauses when she notices the Ikea bag of prairie dogs. "Dude I can't have rats in here, Seth really what the fuck?" Everyone but Seth buries their heads in the menus. "Then who Ratatouille's your chefs? You ever gotten a health inspection this late at night?" She pulls out a pad and pen, "Fine but if I get fired you are getting me a job at the lodge, I need those lonely snow bunny tips." Seth drops him menu on the table, "Shit call me in a few days, I'll get you hired this week, if you can handle the slow season."

They all order and then eat mostly in contented silence until Derek grabs the check getting a surprise protest from Seth, "Didn't you just quit your job?" Seth digs through a little hidden pocket of his wallet and pulls out a folded up old style one hundred dollar bill and drops it on the table.

#flashficfeb

[sicjimin]

If your still writing BTS X Y/N then I have request. What if y/n was feeling sick before soundcheck and the boys were all worried for her but they must practice fir tonight’s show. And this is when they took turns for solos on stage so y/n boyfriend (jungkook) was on stage while the others waited in the back for their turn. And they’re all watching JK on the screen but they notice Y/N is quiet. They see she’s looking pale and have her sit on the couch. She lets them know she’s feeling like she’s going to be sick so they push a trash can by her and stay by her side while she is sick and dizzy until Jungkook gets off stage and it ends with the couple cuddling in the spare room while the others bring them meds and foods for her stomach flu. Mostly Jimin and Yoongi caretakers while a jungkook is away but If you can have all the members sprinkled in I would be happy 😊

a.n : thank you for the request anon, and im sorry for not being able to fit all of the member to be the caretakerksdjksd 7 is a lot TT and i hope you don't mind i use they/them pronouns on here (all of my y/n works always use they/them pronouns) as i think y/n is about other people pov, and it would be .. fitting to use a gender neutral pronouns. hehe, this is just my preference :) i hope you like it !

You groans, biting back curses on the tip of your tongue when you heard a knocking on the door—along with multiple bell ringing that adding to headache pulses through your skull. Gosh, can they be patient?

"Coming!", You croaked out, trying, even though you know person on the other side won't hear it. You hiss in pain, as you pull yourself to wake up from the bed, feeling your whole joints aching—definitely against you walking or moving around. But you push through as the knocking just become more impatient. "Wait!", You speaks again, louder this time, and latched with much of frustration.

You tug the blanket closer. The cold from the tile creeping up from your feet, as you traces your path—palms swiping the wall when you rely to it to walk, with that, you won't fall as the world is spinning under your feet. "Who is it?", You murmurs, barely grasps the figure from the camera. But you don't have it in you to care enough who it might be—maybe it's just delivery man or something. You just hope it isn't your boyfriend because you look like shit with fever and cold knocking your ass.

You open the door, and it feels like cold wind knocking your lungs and you wan't to run away—and for the floor to open a hole so you can hide forever in there. "J-Jungkook?"

"Hi!", Jungkook's sweet voice seeps through his masks. Despite his bucket head, you still can see his eyes crinkled as he smiles. "Wait, you haven't get ready yet?"

"Huh?", You freeze, momentarily forget how shit you looks, "Ready for what?", you trails off, unsure. It seems like your brain has delayed to process some infromation as it took you some times before you gasps—"Ah .. fuck, it's today?!"

Jungkook chuckles, "In 3 hours .. to be exact"

"Shit", You curses, starts to panic. "I'm sorry it slipped my mind but i can get ready in an hour i just—gosh, i haven't even let you in, please—"

"Baby .. breathe..", Jungkook says, cutting you through your rambles as he steps in. "We still have a lot of time, i don't mind waiting for you. But ..", he trails off, looking at you intently. And you hope it was a fever that make your cheeks flushed and heat spread through your face. "Are you okay?", he asks, "You look pale"

"Just .. have a cold, but i'm fine, i will get—", you clear your throat, and again got stop with your words as Jungkook reaches, brushing your dampen hair to places his cold palm against your forehead.

Jungkook frowns when he feels abnormal heat spreading on his skin. "You're burning up. We can cancel this, i mean, you don't have to come"

You sighs—definitely look like a deflated baloon as your shoulder slumps, "But i want to .. i have promised this to you, and this is your first in person concert after 2 years and i want to be there", you mumbles, unconciously pouting.

"But you're sick, love .. and it's winter now. It's gonna be cold", Jungkook sighs, already knowing that he can't win this argument as he's used to your stubbornness.

"I can bundled up! I will take medicine! I will be fine! And if something happen your team have medic", you grins, gaining a flick on your forehead from your boyfriend. "What are you saying?! And what do you mean by "will"? You haven't eat anything yet?", Jungkook asks, mortified.

"I ... haven't had energy to do that .. yet", you murmurs.

"Gosh (y/n) .. what am i gonna do with you?", Jungkook groans. "Now .. can you cleaned up first? I will make you something and prepare your medicine. Then we can go"

"We can go? okay!", You excitedly respond, "I will be quick", you says before ready to run for the bathroom. But you were forgetting how you're latched with dizziness. One step, and you gasps as your feet can't seem to find it's right footing. "Careful", Jungkook hold you by your arms just in time. "What's wrong?"

"Dizzy ..", You murmurs, taking a deep inhale. You can hear Jungkook sighs, before ruffling your hair and guides you to the bathroom, and retreat himself to the kitchen to prepare food. "I feel like i need to retract my decisions", Jungkook mumbles.

"No!"

***

"It's cold", You tug your coat closer after you stepped in into Jungkook's car 30 minutes later.

"You have fever, love", Jungkook says—and you pouts. "Ready?"

"Mhm"

20 minutes in, you starts to feel dizzy. You closes your eyes, letting your body relax as faint noises of the radio buzzing through the car. Maybe if you can steal some nap, you will feel better soon. And you won't make Jungkook to pull over or worse—throw up in this million won car. "How long until we arrived?"

Jungkook looks at you, "We still have 40, if the traffic is fine", he hums, "Are you okay?"

"Mhm .. just a little bit dizzy", You mumbles, shifting on your seat to get yourself comfortable. "I will have a nap .. if that's okay?"

"Sure", Jungkook answers, reaching for your hand, and take it on his—giving it a rub. "I will wake you up if we're there"

You mumbled a small thank you, before trying to make sleep comes for you.

.... But it's hard. Maybe you did get few minutes—you don't know for sure. And you blame this to your fever. It was always hard for you to get a long and fulfilling sleep if you're not feeling well.

And now you're feeling even more worse and groggy. You whimper quietly, shifting on your seat, again, as you feel even more dizzy—and it's start to affecting your stomach. "Kook ..", you call out, "How long again?"

Jungkook startled, not expecting you to already awake from your slumber, "Huh? You're awake? Still 30 minutes again, love .. you can sleep more"

"Do you have bag?", You asks instead, slowly sitting up straight as your nausea spiked.

"What? You feel sick?"

You hums, your hands start hovering over your lips—just in case. "I don't know .. i might", you mumbles.

Jungkook looks at you, then pointing the comparment in front of you, "Maybe i have one there?"

You nods, fumbling with the comparment and indeed finding one. You take it, holding it tight on your laps as you rest your head against the cool window, counting your breath. You don't want to throw up—in the car, and in front of your boyfriend. No. Jungkook has seen enough of your gross state.

You almost flinch when a hand rubbing your arms, "Do you want to go back? I can turn around", Jungkook says, worry evident in his tone.

"No no .. it's okay. We're halfway th—", Your eyes widen, before quickly open the bag on your hand and ducked your head in it, just in time for a nauseating burp to comes out. You shuddered, feeling gross with the sensation. "I'm sorry ..", you murmured, muffled with the bag—as you shoves Jungkook's hand away from you. "I think i'm going to thro—", your stomach lurch, causing you to also sway forward as a big wave of food you take earlier slosh into a bag. You gasps, choking in an air before you belches, more bigger stream pouring audibly, adding the weight on your grip.

"Baby .. breathe", Jungkook murmurs beside you, his hand moving up and down against your arched back. "Let it out .. it's okay"

“Kook ..” you chokes out, as a harsh retch make your hair fall down. Jungkook quietly tucked it in, while murmuring comforting words and reminds you to take a breathe. But it falls into a deaf end—as you're too busy to comprehend your surrounding, more sick gurgled up your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut as every heave rocked you harsh, jolting your body forward to complies the force that your stomach make. Your knuckles have turned white from how hard you gripped the bag. Each wave make tears leak onto your cheeks. You must have look horrible right now.

It took you few more minutes before your stomach deemed it enough. You lift your head, taking a generous fresh air as much as you can, while sniffling, and wiping your wet cheeks. "Shit .. i'm sorry", you croakes out, "Gosh .. that was gross .. i'm sorry", you groans. Completely mortified.

But your boyfriend just chuckles on you, "Why are you sorry? It's okay .. you're sick", he says, "Feeling better now?"

"A little ..", you mumbles.

"There's a bottle water, take it to rinse your mouth", Jungkook says, "I'm speeding up a bit, so we can arrive faster, okay?"

***

Backstage and concert seems just as hectic as every documentaries or bangtan episode you have watched. As soon as they arrived, Jungkook has been swept left and right either by his members, staff, and make up artists—leaving you to sit and look around on the couch.

You can't say you feel bothered by it though, because you're actually grateful—as you can sit and relax your sick body, and no one will questioned you if you're being quiet or something. Everyone is too busy.

You chuckles as you catch Jungkook looks at you guiltily few times. But you brush him off, enjoying to look at him and everyone moving around on their own pace, hustling and mumbling everything. It's fascinating, after years of seeing stuff like this only from the screen. You even get a chit chat with Jimin and Hoseok—as they cheerily greets you, even teasing you that gained a glare from Jungkook. "Stop disturbing them!", Jungkook shouts from his seat while the make up artists pampered him with foundation.

It was nice. Everything was nice—but it will be so much better, way lots of better and fun, if you're not sick. You quietly leave your seat when they leave for soundcheck—as your stomach begging to expel the remaining food in your body.

"Where's (y/n)?", You heard Jungkook's voice when you come back from the bathroom. You didn't expect for this round of vomiting to happen that long. Your stomach is really acting up on you—everytime you thought you were done, it found more to bring up. You were sure you even threw up your lunch yesterday.

"I'm here", You croaked out, voice small and still scratchy after throwing up. Jungkook turn around so fast, and hurrying to you. He halts on his feet, examining you—"Did you throw up again?", he asks, straight forward.

Blush creeped up to your cheeks. Gosh, you must look horrible if he can tell this fast. "Yeah ..", you mumbles, unconciously wrapped your arms around your middle.

"You sure you don't want to go to the doctor?", Jungkook asks again, holding your shoulder as he guides you to the couch. "You're really pale, love .. or you want the medic to check up on you?"

Your eyes widen, "No no no .. no need to make it a big deal, i'm fine .. i swear, just my stomach giving me a hard time, but i will be fine", you rambles.

"Jungkook is right, (y/n) .. you look pale, and it's better to get our medic to check up on you", Jimin chimes in beside you—looking up from the script in his hand. Almost makes you jump as you clearly didn't realized Jimin was there.

"No .. it's fine, really", You assures, not wanting to make a big fuss over your stupid sickness. That would be too much hassle for them, that preparing their concert in few hours. No .. you can't bother them.

Jungkook sighs, handing you water bottle, and dotes on you until he's once again got pulled away for final touch up and last call meeting. "I will go now, watch from here. And if you need anything, call for the staff, okay?"

"Good luck", You says, scrunched your nose when Jungkook ruffles your hair before he goes.

***

It's hard to enjoy the concert when your body is screaming. You were able to enjoy for the first part—still bounce on your seat and singing along. You even cheered for them and share your excitement with Seokjin and Hoseok when they coming to the backstage to change.

You feel so much worse for the second part. Your fever spiked up, and the coat you've been wearing is not helping your case as you can feel your teeth clattering behind your lips. You curled your body smaller—starts to feel like your head filled with cotton. Fuzzy. And heavy. Your seat is spinning .. the room is spinning, and the loud noises from the TV, stage, and audience starts to overwhelmed your senses. Adding to the low thump under your eyes. You ducked your head—resting it against the couch head rest. Not having anymore energy to keep up with the stage.

And before you can prevent it, you lost to sleep.

***

You don't know how long you have been out, when someone taps your shoulder.

"(y/n)? hey? are you okay?"

You stirs awake, hissed in pain as headache slams your head mercilessly. You shakily brings your hand, peeking from the coat you've been wrapping to your body, to massage your temples. "Huh?", you blearily asks. "Oh .. i'm sorry", you mumbles. Shifting on your seat to sit more .. properly, and to make yourself more, awake.

"Are you okay?", Yoongi asks, quietly assesing you. "It's almost Jungkook's solo stage, i figured you must want to see it", he continues.

You gapes dumbly. Your brain tend to take things slowly when you're sick—that's when you realized, everyone but Jungkook is there. Chattering on the couch or in front of the TV, or in front of the mirror. "Ah .. thank you for waking me up .. i'm sorry i fell asleep"

Yoongi shrugs, "It's okay, being here can be tiring", he says, "But are you okay? You look rather pale .. like you might pass out anytime soon"

"I feel a little bit dizzy", You musters a small smile, "But it's fine"

Yoongi hums, not pressing anything else as the chants increased and the stage dimmed, before the intro starts playing.

You gapes, feeling amazed with Jungkook's solo stage—everything in there is just .. perfect.

"Close your mouth, a fly might come in", Someone nudge your side, make you jumps lightly. "I know your boyfriend is really good"

"Jimin, stop bothering them", Yoongi snickers.

"You're no fun hyung", Jimin bites back, throwing himself to the couch. Your cheeks flushed, finding nothing to respond. You turn your attention back to the stage. Jungkook is on the chorus.

**

"Are you okay?"

You snaps from your daze, realizing that you have been really quiet—you don't even realize that Jungkook's stage is almost over.

You gulps down, shaking your head as the feeling has been too unbearable. "Dizzy ..", You mumbles quietly, "Do you have bag .. or anything? I'm not feeling good"

You feel guilty with how Yoongi's eyes going wide, then he scampered to find something. You shut your eyes when Yoongi goes somewhere—begging your stomach to hold back a little bit as you gagging quietly over your hand.

"Here", You opened your eyes when you feel something shoved on your laps, and you didn't get a chance to say anything before you pull it closer to your chest, gripping it tight, and ducked your head low just in time as you gag harder.

"(y/n?!)", You heard Jimin's yelps beside you, and hands patting your back—but again, you're too busy complying your stomach wants to respond anything. You just hope they won't be too grossed out by you after this.

You belches, and immediately a copious gush of vomit spray from your lips. You barely had time to take a breath before a second and third wave spewed out. You shakily wrapped your left hand around your stomach. It hurts.

"Done?", Yoongi asks, brushing your hair that starts falling down.

You shakes your head, lifting your head a bit to get a breathe of fresh air in. "No .. more ..", you muster before your lips quivered as nausea batted you harsh—causing you to cough wetly before it morph into a gag fit for awhile. You sucks a deep breath, shutting your eyes close as you feel liquid moving up to your throat, before you lean forward, ejecting a shower of chunks. It splatters loudly against the bin. The flow stopped after just a few seconds, before you give a last one heaves—a big wave of water rushing out.

That was harsh.

You pants, lifting your head and push the bin away. You didn't get to see who's the one that taking the bin as suddenly the weight on your laps disappearing. "Baby!"

You opened your eyes, seeing Yoongi walk somewhere with the bin, Jimin handing you tissue and water, and .. "Kook?"

He's still sweaty, and just like you—panting for air as he just got off the stage and just finished performing. Jimin ruffles your hair and give a pat on Jungkook, "Tell the medic, asks for medicine", he says to no one in particular before he stepped away to get a final touch. Yoongi sits there silently, but never leaving his gaze from you, as Jungkook then dotes on you.

"Bring them to the rest room, Kook-ah", Yoongi chimed in, "So they can sleep comfortably"

Jungkook nods, taking your hands, "Come on .. can you stand up?"

You weakly nods, having no energy to argue as you're still too out of it—and ideas of sleeping and laying down sounds too tempting to be ignored now.

You let a relieving sigh as your back hits the mattress, immediately curling yourself small. "Come here", Jungkook says, tugging your sleeve, and helps you to positioned your head to rest over Jungkook's chest. "I'm sorry .. i become a bother here", you mumbles after few minutes of silence. You noticed some of the staff peeked in back and forth, they must be looking for Jungkook. "Sshh .. you better sleep. I still have times before our next stage"

"You should go, it's fine"

"Later"

You hums, nuzzling yourself further—too tired to argue or think. You could enjoy this few minutes you can take to cuddles your boyfriend. And before you know it, you're lulled to sleep.

***

"You didn't leave?", You yelps as you stir awake, and realized that you still cuddled up against Jungkook, before hissed in pain as headache hits you straight again at your sudden movement.

"Sshh .. slow down", Jungkook chuckles, "And what are you saying? The concert is over"

You gapes, before groaning—burying yourself further against the pillow, "Gosh .. i missed everything"

"At least you watched my stage", Jungkook laughs, running his fingers through your hair. "Feeling better?"

"Mhm .. the medicine starts working", you mumbles. You still feel dizzy and extremely exhausted, but at least there's no longer overwhelming nausea pooling on your stomach—just a little bit ache and cramps. "Yoongi and Seokjin hyung leave a food for you. Want it?"

You stares at it, "Can we take it home? I don't trust myself to eat anything yet"

Jungkook shrugs, "Sure, wait here, i will tell the staff to pack it up", he says as he stands up, "And maybe i can lure hyungs to make more for me"

***

Ok my brain stops here .. im sorry anon, but let's imagine that they went home and Jungkook stays over to take care of them ^^ like making sure they are truly recovered ~

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #bts x y/n #caretaker!jungkook #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jimin #bts imagines

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi ghost it's me the girl formally known as guitar anon, also formally known as a girlfriend.

So we broke up a little over a month ago. There was this whole drama with his parents and money that I don't know the whole story about. He either left their place or got kicked out I'm not sure. This all happened the day after me and him went to a concert together and I really thought everything was fine. Jokes on me I guess 🙃

But I'm telling him that he can stay at my place with me and my parents until he figures something out bc at that time I'm just freaking the fuck out and feel like my world is crashing down. Little did I know. Cause like 3 days later he's like hey I can't handle being in a relationship while I deal with all this. And like I get it. It's fucking stressful. But like all I wanted to do was help him and I felt helpless.

We still talk somewhat frequently. Less so now. He gets an apartment. He talks to his parents again. It's been like two weeks and I can barely function. He invites me to his housewarming party (which was last night). I wanted to go but I didn't want to go but I knew if I didn't I'd feel worse thinking about the what ifs. So I trudge through my shit show of a life for two more weeks and make it to yesterday.

I go with the friend that set us up and her husband. His parents are there. That hurt more than I thought it would bc I never thought I'd see them again and I somehow got it into my head that they'd be mad at me. I walk in the door and his mom is like oh I missed you and hugs me and I hug her so hard bc I literally dreamt about her a few days ago telling me that everything would be okay. I tell her I miss her too. She says maybe me and her son can get back together soon. Me and him just look at each other. Later I get so drunk I throw up. Sometime when this is happening his dad tells my friend that he's so pissed that his son broke it off with me bc I am a nice girl. They probably felt bad bc I was puking up my guts at the time too. Which I have never done before so I guess that was another first I can check off.

When we leave I hug him and tell him I miss him and he says he knows. And he says to tell my parents hi and I say well neither of them wanted me to come tonight and I couldn't quite read his face he was either upset or pissed off but I'm not gonna lie it kind of made me happy.

I don't know what to do bc I was going to tell him I loved him. And then he broke up with me but he still wants me around. Mostly. And it's drudged up a bunch of issues I thought I had dealt with and I can't think of anything else and it's driving me insane. I just don't know when to quit bc I don't want to bc we were fine and then we weren't and nothing even happened. I'm sorry if this is too much and too depressing but I went to you with all the fun stuff so you can have some of the sad too.

🙃

oh babe :-( i just wanna wrap you up in a hug.

i can sort of understand the whole "maybe i shouldn't be in a relationship while my life is crashing down", but it also just sounds like a panicked decision on his part?? part of a relationship is being there for someone through good and bad, being there for the other person when shit goes down. the downfall, of course, is that you can't force someone to let you be there for that. if someone doesn't want support, it can be nearly impossible to force it upon them, y'know?

i think if it keeps on affecting you negatively, at some point, you've got to set that boundary for yourself as well. if he's allowed to set his boundaries, so are you.

do not set yourself on fire to keep anyone else warm, no matter how much you love them - that is the best advice i've ever received.

i'm sorry, hun. i'm giving you all the virtual hugs

#seriously i cannot stress how many hugs im sending you #someone claiming they can't be in a relationship but keeping you around on a leash is the absolute worst feeling #it's easy to tell someone going through it to set the boundaries but it's much harder to actually be that person who has to do such #my heart goes out to you babe

[infatuatedpup]

SIKE IM BACK BAYBEEEEEE !!

Back to my shinanigains!!!

S and I are talking again!!! We started talking like a few weeks after our fall out because my dumbass doesn’t know how to go no contact and messaged him a few days after my birthday. He didn’t apologize. I did and he said that we wanted to continue talking ..

Exciting part first! We ended up meeting up !! And he slept over (´･ω･`)!!! We went to a show and he spent the night. I originally was going to have him sleep on the floor but then I said fuck it , want to share my twin sized bed lmao . He said yes and we cuddled

>\\\> like idkkkkk it was really cold that night and he was super warm and it was nice. like he just wrapped his arm around my waist and cuddled me. we didnt do anything else or kiss or anything because im assuming he was tired. we didnt get home from the concert till like 2am and by the time we got in bed it was like 3am . i didnt make any moves on him. he didnt try to kiss me .. honestly i should have asked for a goodnight kiss AT LEAST. idk i was so shy to even think of that .. the next day I woke up before him and just was like 🧍🏽‍♀️ because I didn’t want to wake him up >.> when he did wake up we just chilled in my room .. We chatted a bit here and there but idk we didn’t really have any deep conversations. He was mostly on his phone , we did cuddle some more and I eventually made myself some coffee and asked him if he wanted any he said no. He later asked if I could make him a coffee and I said only if he said please .. and gave me a kiss. Which he did and we made out for a bit after that>.> then I made him his coffee. He eventually had to get going . He left and idk I just got so anxious. Thinking back maybe it’s because I felt like maybe I’d never see him again or I just wanted him to say more or idk . I spiraled and apologized profusely about if I make him uncomfortable and how I’m awkward. He didn’t reply until like 8pm saying that I’m ok and that I’m just overthinking things. And that I’m fine. Idk .. before he left I asked how he felt about me and he kinda avoided the question and idk he said that he wants to continue talking .. and then I asked him “ well do you like me?” And he replied “obviously “ but idk if he understood what I meant when I said liked?? Idk .. fast forward in February I asked him to be my valentine and he said yes. He started clinical about 2 weeks before so I know we wouldn’t be able to do anything together but I just asked .. bc yknow I want him to be mine. Idk on Valentine’s Day I called him to tell him happy Valentine’s Day real quick since he had been working.. and then last week he said he missed me 😵‍💫😵‍💫 idk I just said I missed him too bc idk how to respond to that.. like we haven’t really talked much since he started his clinicals for class.. I mean yea I’m sad we don’t talk much but I understand and give him space because I respect him. I do text him good morning and good night even if he doesn’t always respond to them.. idk

We talked on the phone today for a little and he was saying how he got braces and ofc I’m like “pics or it didn’t happen” and he’s like “ I’ll show you in person . I’ll pull up” and I’m like nah you won’t” and he said he would during his week break in 4 weeks and idk I don’t believe him but I really hope he does come over.. idk I’m touch starved ..

While we were talking today I realized I get really nervous and I blank out and realize idk what to say most of the time🧍🏽‍♀️ like I’m nervous I’ll say something wrong and scare him away or come off too intense .. idk I know how was tired today so I knew we were not going to be on the phone for long but I wish we could talk a bit longer.. maybe I’m asking for too much..

#me #crush #mallow speaks💕 #yearning #S

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tw suicide talk i guess. rare moment where i actually talk about whats going on in my brain. nothing serious this is mostly kept as casual writing.

honestly the only reasons im even alive rn are 1. hoping for a liberation in this world & that everyone is free, wish to possibly live until then (and. hopefully helping w a small change in the world.) 2. mass of the fermenting dregs concert in march (the bigger reason i havent offed myself tbh) (i forgot about this and then got reminded of it and it was just around when i was contemplating how to die. then once i remembered im now in the mindset of I Must Get It Over With This Month At Least.)

erm. when i was younger i had the whole “i have to live until 18!!!!” shtick which was also part of why i didnt kill myself back then. i dont believe in that anymore especially because i am approaching 18 but. food for thought? i guess???? this is the type of joke i would crack and people just stare at me like they saw a ghost. maybe i am a ghost.

this topic is. Really casual to me (in the context of myself) and im not sure if its because. im mentally ill. im a system. simply that i hate this world and dont want to live in it. something else. all of the above. or whatever. eh

part of me wants to drop out already and just rot away but at the same time i know thats just a traumatized part☝️ i know what u are. he has been trying to sabotage us for years and hes actyally cool just that. persecutor shit can rly fuck with ur psyche. also gets us lagging behind on our schoolwork. sighs.

that said there has also been a lot of persecutors fronting lately. or persecutor-adjacent parts? not sure. whatever. not like it matters much. ill shut up now im just trying to digest my thoughts and emotions. been “numb-crying” recently which is a really weird thing to experience. (basically when u start crying because of emotions but its not proper crying more like something leaking out. like a faucet that is damaged. and u dont feel anything either. except the overwhelming vortex of ur mind. and a burning tear on ur face or two. maybe not even realizing ur crying until later on. which might just be emotional amnesia.) ya know

im also wondering if this is Too Much to share with the internet, or well Tumblr Dot Com but. i didnt share anything dangerous per se and nothing that triggers me so i should be fine🤔 just saying if someone responds to this with “kys” ill just laugh in your face and block you or something. lolza. ok bye 4 now

#text #suicide cw #cw suicide #tw suicide #suicide tw #do i tag it as that. yeah whatever #literally only for the filtering purposes #sorry this turned into an essay. frankly i dont care