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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Summary; It's Friday and you have the worst headache in the world, To make your day even worse you and Eddie get into an argument, and Eddie snaps telling you to leave Hellfire.

When the headache overwhelms you and Eddie finds out he is anxious to see you.

Warnings; Angst, fluff. Kinda mean Eddie? Jealous Eddie, minors dni

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

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You were having the worst day, on top of a bad headache, you had had an argument with Eddie.

When you were sick, you could get irritated or emotional quite easily, Eddie had made some remark about one of Jason's friends Matt who kept staring at you.

"Why does that asshole keep staring at you? It's fucking weird" Your head snaps up and you frown. There was already tension between the two of you because you tried out for the cheer squad and made it.

"Didn't realize it was so weird that someone finds me attractive" you reply wounded.

He pauses and shakes his head.

"I didn't mean it like that sweetheart?" he assures you and you raise an eyebrow.

"Well, how did you mean it? It's weird that someone may find me cute?" he shakes his head.

"You're putting words in my mouth. I just mean that it's those assholes, they are doing it to piss off Hellfire, jocks, cheerleaders, they join up to the dark side and they are all the same"

This wounds you, does he think you're like that?

"No not all of us. Some of the jocks are nice, and Chrissy is a sweetheart. Do you think I'm like that?" he looks frustrated now.

"Is there much point in me saying anything else sweetheart because you'll literally just take everything I say the wrong way"

Gareth jumps into the conversation and you massage your head which is so sore that it nearly brings tears to your eyes.

"Calm down you two, things are getting heated here and they don't need to be" Eddie angrily folds his arms across his chest and glares at Gareth.

"I'm not the one who started it" you huff and get up having enough of Eddie.

"Fine blame me, when you're the one who made stupid remarks" you fume at him and Dustin looks worried.

"Where are you going? We're discussing tonights campaign" your mood softens as you look at Dustin, he was a sweet kid.

"Sorry Dustybun, think I'll skip tonight" It's not like you'd feel welcome anyway. Eddie scowls.

"You miss tonight and you're out" There are angry protests to Eddie's ultimatum and your stomach drops at his cold gaze.

"Fine" you snap and storm away. You don't cry until you're well away from the cafeteria.

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Gym. Just to make things worse for your head you now need to compete in dodgeball.

Usually you enjoyed the game but after your argument with Eddie you just wanted to curl up at home in bed and ignore the world for a little while.

But you couldn't, you had cheer practice, no Hellfire though so you could go home straight after but it wouldn't stop you from missing everyone.

Eddie must have skipped gym because you don't see him anywhere, you try to focus on the game and not the argument the two of you had.

It's made even harder by how dizzy you feel as you're running around and it's almost a relief when two balls hit you so you're out of the game.

Except one hits you on you're already sore head and the pain is so intense, you cry out and the dizziness overwhelms you and you faint.

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"Back off everyone, give her some air" you wake up to a few classmates staring down on you.

Chrissy is beside you looking as worried as your gym teacher Mr Bennett.

Nurse Watts comes in and checks you over when you tell her about your raging headache and dizziness.

"Sounds a lot like a headcold honey, you need to go straight home and rest"

"I have cheer practice I can't go home" you say anxiously to the nurse and Chrissy squeezes your hand.

"As your cheer captain, I order you to go home and rest up" This relaxes you a little bit and a few of your classmates help you up including a worried Jeff.

"I'll be fine, can you drive me home, please Jeff? Eddie usually does after Hellfire but...

Well, with the two of you not talking that wouldn't be happening, nods and motions you to follow him to his car as he takes you home.

He hangs around for a little bit and it's a relief to have someone with you. However, Hellfire is soon close to starting so you tell him to go.

Once Jeff leaves after making sure you are okay you get a big glass of water, some pain meds then change into your comfiest clothes and cuddle up in bed.

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Jeff races into the drama room ten minutes after Hellfire starts and Eddie is already grumpy after his argument with you.

"Now after that interruption let us finally begin the campaign kay?" he announces and the others nod excited but occasionally glancing at your empty seat.

It feels strange without you here, Eddie feels it too and the ache in his chest since the fight the two of you had.

Jeff is trying to think of a way to mention what happened at gym but decides to say it after the session ends.

It's Mike who ends up saying about it as they are finishing up.

"Did you hear that yn fainted in gym class today?" Eddie's head snaps up and his stomach drops, he was doing a deal during class then setting up Hellfire with some of the guys.

Why didn't he hear about this sooner? Jeff speaks up.

"I was trying to tell you that dude, the ball hit her on the head and she fainted. Said she's been feeling shitty all day" Jeff trials off at Eddie's livid.

All that Eddie can think about now is getting to you, making sure you're alright.

Fuck, the argument. You meant more to Eddie than some disagreement. More than anyone else knew.

He let you see sides of him no one else had, sides he kept hidden away.

"Shit, I have to see her. Sheeples do me a favour and clean up yeah?" he races out as quickly as he can and into his van, anxious to see you.

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A light tapping on your window wakes you up around nine-ish, you've slept for hours but still feel sore.

Eddie is at your window and you get up gingerly, wincing at your achy muscles.

"What are you doing here?" you ask not wanting a repeat of earlier.

"I heard what happened. Wanted to see if you were okay, to apologise"your eyes widen.

"You did?" he nods and helps you back into bed.

"Look, I'm not apologising for hating the jocks, maybe some of the cheerleaders as they can be just as bad. I'll never apologise for despising Jason and his goons but not all of the dark side is bad. You aren't"

"You mean a lot to me you know that princess, I've opened up to you in ways I haven't opened up to anyone. You mean so fucking much to me and it's not weird Matt was staring at you because you're amazing and beautiful. I was jealous"

Knowing how difficult this is for him, letting his emotions out like this softens you.

"So you don't want me out of Hellfire then?" he shakes his head.

"No, I don't. You're the one person in this shitty town who I never want to lose" your hands entwine with his.

"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie" he smiles, all dimples.

"I think the cheerleading thing is pretty cool you know? Might have to attend a game to see you in action" This makes you giggle as he mimics the cheerleading.

"Unless you would prefer that Matt douche cheering for you" he fake smiles and you sigh, god he really doesn't see it does he.

"Edward Munson, I don't want Matt at all" he tentaively strokes your cheek.

"You're my girl sweetheart, I can't stand the thought of you with that dickhead or anyone"

"Ditto", it's pretty much how you feel for Eddie. He moves closer to you, his eyes yearning, a vulnerability there as he lets his walls down.

"Kiss me" you urge gently and he doesn't need to be told twice as his lips meet yours.

You were his girl, his heart. You had been for a while and you always would be.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #mean eddie

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sugar-omi · 7 days

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Ohhh the newest dad cove post the pregnant mc is so so good,,,,, rip though imagine just how clingy this makes him oh my god. (late riser mc) he’s constantly falling asleep on the couch next to you when it gets later, hand on your back or around your middle whether you’re showing yet or not because he can’t stand the idea of you needing something but not waking him up ‘cause he’s in bed(especially when you have bad “morning” sickness).

or something that absolutely makes my blood pressure absolutely skyrocket is strangers being touchy, (he’d obviously not be like? weird about it like if you want to let family or friends feel the baby kick; he’s honestly just nodding along with the biggest goofy-proud smile like “it’s the coolest thing ever right???”) but if random strangers are getting touchy or pushy because they seem to think pregnant people are free real estate? just this big ass man getting physically between the two of you and completely shutting them down without a word? 1000/10.

also rip mc but I myself am a Cove suprise twins truther and not gonna lie to anyone but unless you are well above average size? rip mc. late second trimester and on is just a mess because like the other post said? all fun and games having a giant husband until giant baby time. man is so conflicted(for a multitude of reasons tbh because if one baby almost being here wasn’t overwhelming enough? two?) because on the one hand there’s almost a twinge of guilt because you’re so sore and tired and sick of having to pee every five seconds, but also, not even a sexual(or maybe just a little) thing but some part of his brain is like you said just? that’s his baby- his babies, like it hits him so much that you are literally carrying his kids that you two made together and you trust him enough to be by your side and be your kids’ dad?? and sometimes he’s looking at you with big wet eyes and wobbly lips while you’re trying to hunt down the current craving and you panic that he’s crying, and when he explains… oh now you’re crying because of hormones being out of wack and he’s too sweet for this.

I LOVE YOU ANON. WE ARE THE SAME. literally sharing all my thoughts rn pls... i love the thought of my mc n cove having 1 kid (thru adoption) and their first pregnancy/baby being twins. just instantly throws them into the boiling pot of parenthood

n omg he's so fucking clingy after you get pregnant. if you're not a hugger, you are now. because he needs to be around you n touching you, he fucking loves you so much and just needs to touch n kiss n hold you

omfg, tries to feel the baby kick or anything like that before it's even possible. instantly starts talking to your baby before they're even supposed to be able to hear

if you're still sleeping, or napping, he'll cuddle up near your stomach and strokes the area, tracing hearts and stars and such, talking about how much he loves you. how great you are. tells funny stories from your shared childhood, tells your baby/babies about their future aunts n uncles n grandparents.

they're gonna be so loved.

n if you wake up in the middle of him doing this, try to stay still and listen because then he goes on about how much he loves the babe/s and how he's gonna take care of them, and you, and he'll protect n love them n he daydreams out loud about all the milestones, all the way up to their weddings which just makes him cry

you might even catch him rambling about how he'll make sure they never feel insecure, or like a burden, or anything like that, especially any feelings or thoughts he had from his childhood.

and yeahh, he'd be so overwhelmed and freaked out if your first pregnancy is TWINS!! he gets anxious. because now there's a double chance of failure. he's just so afraid for your future, and even if you're anxious and afraid too now with the news, he does calm down even if you don't comfort him.

bouncing your anxieties off each other, makes him realize you're both going towards a good path. if you're already worried about X, Y, and Z, then you know you're on the same page, and while parenthood is unpredictable.. your beliefs and wishes for your family are certain

takes a deep breath n just promises you it'll be okay. you'll figure it out. you can worry through parenthood together. and you'll figure it out together.

does call his dad and he talks to cove, helps him with his anxieties, etc.. it helps him relax when cliff says that, while cove was a very happy accident, at least he's prepared unlike he and kyra were. this was something you wanted, prepared for. that all the mental preparation, is the best it'll get and now you have to figure it out together, and that he, kyra, and your moms are here to help you figure it out.

n omg cove feeling bad about you being sore, tired, exhausted from the baby totally rearranging your guts and pressing against your bladder like a meat press.

always offers you massages, foot rubs. and helps you do any maintenance, like helping you shave or doing your names, put on lotion, etc. since your stomach is getting too big to work around

helps you put on your shoes if you need, too. he brings you all the snacks (ends up trying your cravings too. in fact, HE has cravings n now both of you are scrambling for the car and end up sitting in the parking lot eating whatever weird combo one of you thought of)

and you're so right about him finding you attractive when you're pregnant, not necessarily sexual like you said although it has undertones. in fact, since we're talking about it. it's kinda like they're satisfied they made their mark on you LOL

which in that case... cove probably doesn't even realize how.. happy. he is. that whenever you leave the house, people can easily see you have someone at home waiting for you. that you're taken.

literally read an article about men's thoughts on their pregnant wives, and they're so interesting (can't get over the guy saying ["my wife still doesn't believe i found her sexy during her pregnancy. i saw what a baby did to her and it just made me want to fill her with more."])

n their increased attraction all seems to come back to their wife carrying their baby, and their body getting bigger. not even just her boobs and butt, loves how her tummy gets bigger during the pregnancy, loves the stretches marks because it's a sign of the hard work she did carrying their baby

he just loves everything about you. loves your glow, your scent, your whole look.

also like i said before, pregnancy just kinda flipped a primal switch in cove's brain. happens to pretty much every man on the planet. loves when you ask him for help because you're too pregnant to do it. or if you call him "daddy", "papa" or something along those lines, just messing with him (same way guys will call you "mama"), he has to grip the counter n take a minute because omfg... he's a dad. he's your babies dad. even if you don't call him that, has to take a breather if you bring him up like that.

is so fucking ecstatic about you calling him your babies father that he will probably fall on the floor crying n throwing up like. he's insane.

ohhh and he'd just be at your beck and call the further along you get. imagine him with his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulder, just keeping you secure in his grip as you cross the road.

just becomes so much more protective. subtly of course, not overboard like growling n hissing but yknow he keeps you close, keeps an eye out.. etc.

oh and you're so right about him putting himself between you n touchy stranger number 8123901. even if you tell him it's okay, he still checks you out to see if you're uncomfortable.

but lets be real, i can't see many daring to get handsy and pushy with your over 6 foot, somewhere 'round 200lbs, husband next to you. that'd just be stupid.

so don't be afraid to just drag him to the store to be your shield LOL

still, even though he relaxes a bit as your pregnancy progresses and to strangers, he seems pretty relaxed and cool n all that. does go home with you and can't help but cry because you look so cute, and your family is increasing, n it's just all so much. he's a big baby still

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader

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seraphicalsuccubus · 3 months

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I’m too awkward to ask my friends about this, so hi.. here I am hiding on anon asking you for some advice maybe? 🫠

So uh.. I’m a bigger girl and for the most part I’m okay with that! Until my boyfriend mentioned me being on top the next time he’s here and the thought kinda freaked me out? I just like.. I don’t even know. He’s half my size and I guess part of me is worried about hurting him or something? And another part of me feels sick at the thought of being seen from that angle, rolls and chins and everything just out there.. but then I feel kinda bad because I don’t want him feeling like he’s always doing the hard work when we’re together either because I’m too anxious to ride him? I don’t fucking know, it’s all probably really stupid, but I don’t know what to do, and any advice would be really fucking appreciated 🥺

I don’t really have any advice, honestly, because even as a bigger girl, I love being on top?? it feels good for me, I know it makes him feel good, he can just lie back and relax for once while I put the work in to please him, and just watch the feral faces he makes while he admires me riding him. but I’ll try my best!!!

your boyfriend wouldn’t be with you if he wasn’t attracted to all of you, which includes your body, and you need to keep that in mind. you’ve had sex before. he’s clearly interested. if you’re that self conscious, wear a tank top or some lingerie and just like, pull your tits out so you’re still mostly exposed for him but your stomach is covered. the chins and the awkward angle just come with the territory of being on top, I wouldn’t think too much about it at the time. just kinda lose yourself in the moment and how good everything feels, you’ll forget about your insecurities.

also, he wouldn’t have asked for it if he wasn’t fully prepared for the outcome. if he’s half your size, he already knows what your body looks like and how big you are in comparison, and he STILL wants you on top. that should instill enough confidence for you to be able to do it, honestly. like he’s attracted enough to you to want it, to flat out ask for it, and he already obviously knows you’re a bigger girl so that clearly doesn’t phase him if he still literally asked for you to be on top next time despite that. just try to remember that.

I’m incredibly self conscious about my body too, like, I don’t like a single aspect of myself one bit. but the benefits of being on top just outweigh the negatives to me, especially because it’s something he genuinely enjoys, and his pleasure is more important to me than my insecurities.

get on top girl, he knows what he signed up for. you got this.

#ask

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lotus-flowerz · 2 years

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lingering words

Diluc comforts a depressed reader after they overhear something they shouldn't have

Diluc x gn!reader

TW!! FEELINGS OF ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION, SELF DEPRICATING THOUGHTS

a/n- you guessed it! based off true events

i hate my writing in this im so tired omfg unedited bc its 1:30 and i want sleep

its 9 am now i just reread it and i literally hate it so much i had a certain idea in my head but for the life of me could not make it work in writing this post is not what i wanted at all 😭😭

"For real, they're just always so... down. Gloomy, I guess."

"Quick to irritation, as well! I don't know, they're just not the way they used to be."

"Quieter too. They seem so angry all the time. I can't say they're very enjoyable to be around anymore."

You listened to three of your "friends" agree on how you acted. You felt sick to your stomach. They had you completely mischaracterized.

Am I mean?

Angry?

Gloomy?

You'd been through some rough shit in your life. It had left you depressed, anxious, weary, and tired. You'd been like this for years now though. You sighed, feeling like someone had just kicked you. You began the trudge back to the Dawn Winery, trying not to let tears cloud your vision. For once, you hoped Diluc was working late at the tavern so he didn't have to see you like this.

Maybe he thinks of me the same way they do?

The thought made your blood run cold. You picked up the pace in your walking, just wanting to go home.

You practically ran through the door and slammed it behind you, rushing to you and Diluc's bedroom to try and calm down.

You closed the door behind you and leaned your back on it, sliding onto the floor.

You don't know how long you sat there, staring at the floor, trying to run through every possible solution in your head to fix this.

How can I make myself not seem so angry or gloomy?

You felt something shove against your back, making you gasp.

"What the- Y/n, what are you doing on the floor?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry."

You got up and moved to the bed, grabbing a book off your bedside table and pretending to read it.

"Nope. Not going to work. What is it, Y/n? What happened?"

He spoke softly, concern seeping into his normally monotone voice.

"I heard something I shouldn't have. And I fear it's true."

He sat on the bed beside you as you shakily recounted what had been said about you.

"Y/n, they don't know you well enough to make such... childish claims against you."

"I didn't mean to make them think I was angry. What if other people think the same thing?"

"Because you're quiet? I doubt it, love."

"N-no, apparently I seem gloomy."

"And you have every right to be gloomy."

"Huh?"

You looked up at him, unsure of what he meant. You lived a lavish life and had a wonderful boyfriend. What right to be gloomy is he talking about?

"People have said the same things about me. I'm rude, gloomy, no fun, in my own world. Maybe in some sense, they're right."

"Diluc, no, after what happened to you.. you don't have to be cheerful all the time."

"You explained my point, love. People like to talk, but they have no idea what things have torn you apart in the past. You're still picking up the pieces from your past. You don't need to recover instantly just because your circumstances have improved."

He paused for a moment, blinking back tears of his own. He took a deep breath and smiled at you, taking one of your hands in both of his.

"You also don't need to recover because lots of time has passed. If there's one thing I've learned best is that recovery is a cruel and winding road that can go on for ages. All you need to do right now is breathe. You don't owe anyone recovery, and you don't owe then an explanation, either."

The stray tears on your cheeks had turned into quiet sobs as Diluc pulled you into him, hugging you close.

"You don't always have to be strong, darling. Don't rush recovery for the sake of others, and certainly don't let those harsh words effect the way you act."

"Only if you promise to do the same thing." you said in a small voice.

He nodded, kissing the top of your head.

"Of course. As long as we have each other, the lingering words of bitter people won't get in our way."

#diluc #genshin comfort #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fluff #diluc comfort #diluc x reader

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marshmallowprotection · 5 months

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Hello Kait, how are you doing? I hope your day have been well and the cold season is not too bad at your place.

Actually, I've been sick for a while now and went to the clinic a few hours ago. I feel like... I'm tired of dealing with sickness and medication. Of course, I'm not sick enough to the point of having chronic illness. But I'm also not that healthy either since I've always prone to getting sick since I was a child.

I used to have countless doctor appointments back then. Sometimes, I even have to go through 3 different doctors from different departments on the same day. I don't even know if I have the right to complain about this when there's literally a lot of people out there going through worse illness than me...

But I'm really not coping well with all these medications. Sometimes the side effect can be harsh to deal with too. I wish I could say to someone that I don't want to take pills after pills anymore. At some point my stomach churned at the thought of hospitals and clinics because I don't want to go through the appointments again.

I also hate how physically and mentally vulnerable I am whenever I got sick. I'm always the one who take care of myself and while it taught me how to be independent, sometimes... I just wish I had someone to take care of me. I want to know how it feels like to be taken care of for once in my life.

I guess that's where Saeran comes into the picture. The fact that he knows exactly what I feel about everything and would be glad to nurse me back into health... it's a nice thought, a nice distraction even for a bit.

I'm sorry for the long ask. I have a lot of things in mind and this sickness is making me want to let everything out of my system.

Saeran has been to Hell and back when it comes to his health.

Things have been looking a lot better for him ever since he got out of Mint Eye. However, leaving that place didn't instantaneously free him of what he had been dealing with since he was a small child. It simply allowed him to begin the process of taking care of himself properly, and while he is doing that more often these days, his immune system is shot and he is susceptible to your seasonal flu and cold a lot more than your average guy.

A small cold could knock him out of his shoes whether he likes it or not. It's not the best time in the world when he gets sick, but boy, he has learned all kinds of tricks and tools in his research online. Sure, it is possible to a doctor now, God knows Jumin has helped him get a lot of help that he couldn't have otherwise had before, but still, being able to take care of himself is no walk in the park. He can't just sleep off the illness all day long.

There are other things he can do, and any trick he learns going into the back of his head to not only help him, but to take care of his loved ones, too. Sure, it's a learning curve to make sure you're comfortable, but the same can be said about anyone! He just has to find how what helps you feel best. What meals are easy? Do you like to rest? Do you prefer to bundle up? Do you watch comfort shoes? What drink do you like when you feel anxious?

Whatever you need, he's got you covered!

But, today, most of all, what you might need is for him to be by your side as you try to rest. His hand tracing patterns into the back of your shirt again and again, your tired eyes shutting as soon as you nuzzle your head against his chest, and his voice ringing through your ears like a rumble.

"I know you feel awful right now, but I'm here for you, my love. I wish I could take the pain away, but I know I can't... so, I'll do the next best thing... and hold you close to my heart... so our love can remind you that you're not alone, no matter how bad you feel."

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #mm #choi saeran #ge saeran #tw health issues #princessjung

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sunshinestrand · 10 months

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slowly but surely we are getting somewhere, so have some stubborn and oblivious idiots <3

TK has never been fond of flying and ever since his trip to California for rehab, he has been pretty excellent at avoiding planes as a mode of transportation. But, his suggestion that he drive and simply meet everyone there was shut down by Paul as the journey would be “incomplete” without him. TK felt flattered by it, but still no less anxious about the flight ahead of him. So, he put together a playlist, brought some comics, and he fully intends to just blank out until they land back onto solid ground.

He’s just retrieving his airpods from his backpack when he hears the sound of a throat clear next to him. He looks up to find Carlos, a smug look on his face. Then, without a word, he falls into the empty seat beside TK.

“What are you doing?” TK asks, watching as Carlos digs through his own backpack before he comes out with a book. TK recognises it as the one that he is always reading while on shift.

“I’m sitting in my seat. What does it look like I’m doing?” Carlos retorts, flipping open the book to it’s marked place.

“You can’t sit there.” TK says, and his anxiety flares for a moment, making his stomach sick.

“Sure I can,” Carlos says, and he smiles at him. “I paid for it.”

“But —”

TK is cut off by the pre-flight and safety announcements, and he sinks back into his seat, trying his hardest to focus on literally anything else. First, the flight, and now he has Carlos sitting next to him close enough for their arms to be pressed together. He feels like he’s going to faint, or be sick, or both.

Soon, the plane is moving along the tarmac, and TK’s fingers begin to tangle together. When he chances a look sideways, he sees Carlos staring at him, eyebrow raised.

“What?” TK doesn’t mean it to have so much bite, but his nerves are too on end at the moment.

“Are you okay?” Carlos asks, and his voice has that soft tone to it that manages to get right through to TK’s heart. TK doesn’t answer, he just shakes his head. “Are you afraid of flying or something?”

“No,” TK says. “I’m fine.”

Carlos snorts a laugh. “Of course.”

“What is your problem?”

“Nothing,” Carlos says. “Just the fact that you always say ‘I’m fine’ even when you’re so clearly not okay. Or, how you shrug people off when they are just trying to be nice to you, TK.”

TK rolls his eyes. “Oh, now you want to be nice? Funny, I didn’t know that was a setting for you.”

“Whatever.” Carlos mumbles, turning his focus back to his book.

TK doesn’t even have a retort left in him, and he just turns to look out the window, watching the plane turn towards the runway. Without him even thinking about it, his leg begins to bounce, and his fingers are back at work tangling themselves together.

“I’m terrified, okay?” TK says, his voice low, and there’s a slight tremble to it. He’s not sure if Carlos is listening nor if he cares. But he just keeps talking. “I haven’t been on a plane in four years, and the last time, it was because — uh, it wasn’t the greatest flight.”

TK feels warmth against his hand, and it startles him for a moment. He looks down to find Carlos’ hand pressed against his, but that’s where he has stopped it. It’s not a push but an invitation. TK lets out a deep breath before he grabs Carlos’ hand, their fingers intertwining, and the warmth seeps deep into TK, settling into his bones, and the calmness that finds him is instant.

The plane begins to gain speed, and TK can’t help but grip Carlos’ hand harder. He hears Carlos whisper that everything will be okay and he breathes through it until they are finally lifted into the air. TK slowly loosens his hold, and it takes them a few moments to fully pull their hands back into their own laps.

“Thank you.” TK whispers after a beat.

Carlos offers a small smile. “You’re welcome.”

#wip wednesday #tarlos #paige writes #userkimmy #userthai #tusersonia

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Part 25: Comeback

This chapter is short, I know.

Happy Update though!

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There were two immediate things Erik could be thankful for. One, the lil lawnmower had finally died allowing him to bask in the peace of an early morning. Silence for him tended to be golden whereas for her, no alarm probably meant late for work and time was still ticking. Two, he was free for the time being. Completely free. No missions, no agenda, no place he needed to be. In this rare moment, there was nothing but the life he'd carved for himself with a lil bit of money, a couple well placed bullets, and a dream.

Look at this kid faking, he glared down hearing steady breaths, feeling the familiar micromovements.

"Like watching a bad actor on BET," he muttered in the darkness. "You're struggling," he whispered down into the skin of her forehead. "Time to get up."

Her cheek smushed deeper into his chest, her arm locked around him. He hadn't thought she could get any closer. He was wrong.. He stretched his arms in the bed with a yawn and she squeezed him tighter.

"My ribs?" Damn. She'd gotten a lil stronger somehow. Or maybe he'd been gone so long he'd forgotten. That squeeze was a 'nigga stay put' squeeze. She probably missed him more than she let on.

"Mmm," she sighed mumbling gibberish. She probably wasn't faking sleep. Poor thing, so tired. Probably had a busy day yesterday, and that was before he scared the shit out of her.

Literally. She'd busted ass all night. It was funny at first but that died quick. Let it have been anyone else, they'd have woken up on the pavement next to all their shit.

"You lucky you cute," he muttered rubbing her arm. Her skin was so soft.

To think he let her stay in his place unattended. Even more, nothing had truly gone wrong; her stomach was just fucked up. Bubble guts. And one run-in with Swift, that was slight.

He was starting to feel the hope that his persistence was proving to bring.

"Time to get up," he repeated more seriously. "Uh-uh.. Look at me." He waited till she picked up her head looking up through tired slitted eyes. "You gotta go to work Stink Stink..," he patted on her ass. "But I'll drive you. I'll come back and get you."

"Can't we just stay here?"

Erik's bottom lip ejected itself. Everything in him fluttered at the same time. It was the tired pleading eyes and the soft sleepy voice, a dangerous combo. She couldn't know that or she'd abuse it.

"Yeah," he sighed feeling defeated. He kissed her forehead missing those characteristic chubby cheeks. She'd be mad if he pinched them... He planned to do it anyway. Angry Y/N was still cute Y/N. "Let me up."

She was already near sleep again, refusing to move an inch. His head dropped back on the pillow.

He didn't want to be too rough with her and pull away considering her arm was still locked around him. What message would that send? Still, he was past overheated and uncomfortable as he'd been all night.

"Girl I'm coming back," he assured loving and hating the attention at the same time. Finally she let him go. "Thank you..," he sat up treating his leg gingerly. He was a monster when it came to healing, still he couldn't cheat the surgeries and they came with pain and medication which he still needed from time to time.

The library of health and wellness downloaded in his brain over the years helped him to understand his body and how far he could push it. He trained it for resilience using strength and willpower. He refused to be injured. He refused to be sick. He refused to let surgery keep him down or stand in the way of a moment.

Luckily, she was still half sleep missing the parts of him stretching and rubbing his leg through his pants. Taking his pain medication. He felt good enough, he'd been through worse.

He went downstairs slowly to assess the condition of the place in the daylight. It was nothing short of expectation considering she cleaned when she was stressed or anxious. She'd done that at her place too.. clean and organize under stress. He could feel her anxiety and fear in each room he entered. She was restless.

The tables and the floors were spotless. There was still lil stuff here and there like blankets on the couch, a book by the hot tub, a mug or a candle placed here and there, the TV remote in the kitchen, but it made sense showing him glimpses of how she used the space. The house seemed lived in and a lil warmer.

Her phone was on the living room table with missed alarms. As far as he knew it wasn't like her to just skip work.

She must need energy.

The fridge had takeout, and shit he didn't typically buy, but he pulled some eggs and bacon to fry. When he checked his cabinet, there was her infamous tea brand sitting in front of his stuff. Red Refresh. He looked over the packaging and brewed it hoping it would do what it said on the label.

"Call in." He set the food up on the nightstand stretching his body at once. "Now.. Sit up. Here's your phone."

Gradually she sat up staring at nothing for a good eight seconds. It was nice to know reflex occurred before the thinking. The squeezing conveyed what words would not.

"Hurry up," he nodded watching her fake cough into the phone saying she was sick. "Your tea getting cool. Make sure you drink it," he said when she hung up.

She blinked glaring at him.

"I think I'll have coffee."

"I think you'll drink your tea and eat your breakfast."

She leaned hesitantly to grab the food.

"....Why are you staring at me?"

He'd missed being face to face talking to about something other than murder or his health. He was staring.

"What.. I can't be proud of my submissive for being obedient to her master? You followed my rules. You took care of my house," he smirked when she squinted in irritation, the exact look he was looking for. He missed that look.

"Take care of my house like you would your own," he shrugged. Though he was halfway joking, it was something that meant a lot to him. Despite the putrid filth a career of assassination had exposed him to, years of military service had made him a proudly pristine nigga. Cleanliness was a virtue and he couldn't fuck with nobody who didn't have it.

Some people in his field were sloppy.. hard on their own shit. He wouldn't trust leaving a duffelbag at their place let alone letting them into his space.

"It would've been neater if I'd known you were coming."

"Better to catch you off guard," he winked, "What you wanna do today?"

"Weeell," she grinned.

"Shouldn't have asked," he spoke dryly, shaking his head. He should've just told her what they would be doing. Now she had a fuckin itinerary.

"You just got back, nigga, let me be excited! First, I wanna watch a movie with you, I feel like we haven't done that in forever-"

"No white movies, I swear to GOD. No musicals, no slave shit-"

"Chillll," she grinned slapping the bed with both palms. "Chill. I got the perfect movie and I don't think you've seen it."

"Let me be the judge I don't trust you."

"ANYWAY. Second, I think we should chill in the hot tub and unwind so you can tell me all about your meetings and how it was after I left.. I'd love to hear how miserable and alone you were without me," she tapped his nose.

"Third?"

"I'm getting to it, damn! You so tense. That room," she leaned in. "I want you to open it."

"I knew it.. just naaasty. Yo freaky ass."

"How? I'm just curious."

"Girl we were both in that hotel room when you violated me in my sleep. No consent, no safety talk, no romance. You parked that mack truck on my face IN MY SLEEP. Then had the nerve to suck the skin off my dick.. Look at it! Skinless!"

"LIES," she shielded her eyes as he grabbed his zipper like he'd whip it out for proof. "I remember no such things."

"Is that right... Well. Since you likely don't remember last night let me be the one to inform you, you need to check your drawls. Your ass played a song too colorful for for them bitches to not have tasted the rainbow."

Her face read confusion but the part of her that understood his meaning, he could see didn't want to.

"Yeahh," he nodded aggressively. "You were dropping dirt bombs all fuckin night. I did my time in the military bae.. I'm done."

It tickled him how her face was changing with growing embarrassment. Like she wanted to crawl into a ball and die.

"It was like something crawled up and died in yo asshole... You was fuckin my ass up! I mean, just cuz yours fucked up don't mean-"

"That was yo ass you was smelling," she snapped flipping over to hide her face. "Probably yo upper lip with that tadpole ass breath."

"You wanna talk breath? I ain't wanna go there but-"

"Shut up!" A whirlwind of kicks came his way and it was funny until she kicked his leg.

"Ok ok," he blocked the next kick deciding to let her have this one to spare himself. "Drink your tea and come downstairs. Bring my weed."

"Um," she laughed nervously looking from him to the wall in shame. "I... I smoked it all."

He froze unaware of how to respond. He'd been planning to smoke and unwind.

"All?" He wondered what the feeling he felt was. Anger? No.. No he couldn't even be mad. He was impressed. "All of it," he repeated moreso to himself. Part of him wanted to cry just a little. He'd just have to get some more.

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#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #house rules

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Can you write a fic where Eddie has a shy gf and she sees all the fangirls crowding him and gets upset because they keep ruining their dates (ie: restraunt dates, coffee shop dates, etc)? And Eddie finally gets pissed at the fangirls? Fluffy ending!

Request by @slasherblog hope you enjoy 🌸❤️

Warnings; Shy reader! Very protective Eddie, rockstar Eddie, annoying fangirls, bullying and reader being pushed, fluff.

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You were so proud of Eddie, Corroded Coffin was big all over America and you were so happy for him.

The only thing that drove you crazy was the fangirls. They were so intense that even Eddie found them grating.

They showed up everywhere, literally everywhere. It was fine when you were at home but when you went out together, like resteraunts and bookstore, etc they showed up.

Usually it was the same crowd of fans each time.

You were too shy to speak up to them, all the crowds and screaming girls made you nervous.

Even if you wanted to speak up you wouldn't be able to be heard anyway through all of the "Eddie!!" screams.

Some of them were cruel too, said horrible things about you that made you sick to your stomach or try and fight back tears.

The words pissed Eddie off to no end and while he was grateful for all the fans for supporting Corroded Coffin, he loved you so much and hated how upset the fangirls words made you.

Some people need to think before they speak and realise the impact the words they said had on others.

It was bullying and Eddie was not here for it, he was extremely protective of you and wouldn't allow you to be pushed around or made to feel less than, you were the love of his life, would one day be his wife and mother of his children.

He smiles, you were who he wanted to grow old with so the fans needed to get over themselves.

Things come to a head that day as Eddie already irate that fans have found you and him again in a new bookstore you wanted to check out, are waiting outside.

He could see how anxious it was making you so he took your hand and led you outside.

When you went flying out of his embrace and landed hard on the pavement because some fans didn't care you were there as they just wanted to get to him. Well, that's when he snapped.

Some of the more level headed fans help you up. You're shaking and look torn between embarrassment and being livid.

"That's enough" Eddie calls out and its like everyone shuts up at once. He wraps his arms around you.

"I'm so grateful all of you support me but this shit with my girlfriend, the bullying, name calling, stalking us wherever we go needs to stop!"

"I love my girlfriend and I will not have her frightened or you being physical with her, calling her names and following us around. Enough alright?"

They are shocked into silence. You smile grateful at Eddie and he leads you into his van.

The encounter has left him tense but when your hand slips through his it calms him.

"Are you okay princess?" you nod and while you feel sore what Eddie said has left you elated.

"Thanks for being so sweet Eddie" he reaches over to kiss your forehead.

"Anything for my princess"

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After Eddie's outburst the fans still followed you...sometimes but there was no shouts or name-calling at you.

Most of them were more respectful, you assumed Eddie's words must have sunk in and it makes you happy because now you and Eddie can enjoy dates again.

Eddie is just as relieved because no one messes with you. His girl.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #rockstar eddie munson #protective eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie fluff

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osp-originals · 11 months

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Sympathy Sick

TW: emeto

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It was 11 PM on a normal Tuesday night and Raj was getting ready to go to bed. He saw that the sign was flipped to “occupied” on the shared bathroom door in his dorm.

Oh, Julian must be in there.

He decided to brush his teeth, not thinking anything of it.

A minute later, he heard a loud retch come from the other side of the door. He froze. His stomach was already turning from the sound.

Oh god, is he getting sick?

Raj tried to spit out the toothpaste so he could get out of there as soon as possible, but he was too late. His roommate heaved loudly again and liquid splashed into the toilet.

Raj barely had time to brace himself on the counter before a bit of his dinner made its way up his throat and into the sink. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to think about it.

Julian vomited again and Raj’s stomach followed, bringing up a mouthful of sick. It sounded like Julian was throwing up everything he ever ate with the intensity and length of the splashes.

Jesus Christ. I hope I don’t catch whatever he’s got.

The thought of himself being that sick made his stomach jump. His roommate let out a sickly burp and then more liquid. Raj puked up another puny amount of his food in response.

Julian, please, just stop, he thought. He would never say that out loud, though, because of course, that’s not how sickness works. He can’t stop any more than I can. Wait, can I…?

The next time Julian threw up, Raj tried to forcefully stop himself from following suit. He successfully swallowed down the liquid that came up his throat at first, but then it just came back with a vengeance seconds later. The second gag was much more violent and painful than the first and brought up much more vomit.

That didn’t work at all. I guess if it was that easy, no one would ever be sick.

“Raj?” Julian said from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Raj responded.

“Are you sick, too?”

“No, I just…” He paused, knowing that even saying these words out loud would turn his stomach. “I always throw up when somebody else throws up.”

“Oh, you’re a sympathy puker?”

He had never heard it in those words before, but now that he did, it definitely applied.

“I guess so.”

“Well, sorry,” Julian apologized.

“It’s okay. I just wish you would’ve told me you were going to… y’know… so that I could stay in my room.”

“I’ll try to text you next time, if it happens again.”

“Thanks. Are you okay, by the way?”

“Yeah. I mean, I feel like shit, but I’m fine.”

I sure get that.

He washed the evidence down the drain and went back to his bedroom, hoping and praying Julian wouldn’t be sick again. Just in case, he texted him:

Let me know if you need anything.

Luckily, it turned out to be a one-time thing and he didn’t need anything.

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Yeah this is really short lol. Just a fun intro to Raj as a sympathy puker tbh.

Here are some notes/background about Raj if you’re interested:

He and Julian have known each other since high school, but they weren’t very close in high school. They happened to have a couple of classes together in their first year at Uni, and since he was the only person Julian knew in those classes, Julian talked to him and they became better friends. Raj’s parents immigrated from India when he was in preschool and Julian’s parents immigrated from South Africa before Julian was born, so they bonded over their shared experiences with that. They started rooming together in their second semester because they got along so well.

This interaction is set in their fist semester rooming together, so their second semester at Uni.

Julian is now one of the few people Raj is comfortable talking to at Uni. Raj doesn’t talk much to or around people he isn’t close friends with, but he talks freely to Julian. He has always been a pretty socially anxious person, and he has undiagnosed selective mutism.

Usually Raj would avoid sick people like the plague (literally), but he cares enough about Julian that he wants to make sure he’s okay no matter what. He’ll still avoid him when he’s actually throwing up though. He’s not emetophobic, but ofc he doesn’t enjoy throwing up.

They’re both straight btw.

#original writing #emeto #my writing #oc sickfic #my inbox is open #osp originals #taking requests #osp Raj

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fictionkinfessions · 2 years

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man. fuck three hopes. youre telling me dimitri, one of my best friends in the whole world, one of the few people who actually KNEW how miklan was, would then turn around and recruit him into our army??? god, im so happy i dont have a 3 hopes timeline bc i KNOW i wouldve gotten myself killed bc if i had to once again live in the same vicinity as miklan id be so high-strung and anxious all the time i wouldnt be able to focus on the fights in front of me.

even now, just playing the game where hes just pixels on a screen, i see red hair around camp and my anxiety spikes (never mind that 2 out of 3 times its not him; i think for a moment it is and thats enough). he cant even do anything to me now! but he fucked me up So bad back then that just seeing his face or hearing his voice, literal lifetimes later, is enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. i genuinely cant believe the writers of three hopes would actually make dima even consider letting him hang around, regardless of how much security they supposedly put on him. fuck. -sylvain #💞🦁

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #💞🦁#sylvainkin #fe3hkin #poie issue #prevabuse #murder cw #death cw #mod party cat!

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bugswarm · 11 months

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TW: alcohol, getting sick

So, I am 26. Ive been drinking since I was 21. Until this weekend, I had never gotten sick from drinking too much. I genuinely prided myself on that fact. Like, I considered myself better than other people because of it because I never had to learn my tolerance the hard way. Which Im aware isn't the best way to view myself but I have a SEVERE phobia of people getting sick in that way, that is founded on the irrational thought that people who are getting sick aren't doing enough to prevent it. (Its based on the... countless times Ive been explicitly told by people they would make themselves sick on purpose)

But... friday I did everything I normally do. I ate a large dinner. I didn't drink any more than I usually do, or any faster than I usually do. I drank water as soon as I started feeling the alcohol at all. And I still ended up sick on my front porch steps. Its now Sunday and my stomach still hurts and Im still scared every time I eat or drink anything despite being able to eat and drink just fine yesterday.

I just. Its literally all I can think about. Im anxious as fuck. I feel like Im spiralling but don't know how to stop it. And i don't know how to ever feel okay about myself again

#my posts #TW alcohol #tw sickness #anxiety spiral

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lucianinsanity · 1 year

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So we had a talk today about how school before uni doesn't let you fail

My professor mentioned how scared and anxious a lot of students are when going to the finals, how hard it gets, how many just don't go for the fear they feel

And I finally understand

The disdain and the dismissive tone of voice they used with me, the "if you present this after the deadline you won't get the best grade", "if you have to do the exam again you won't get the best grade", "if you fail this one is definitive and goes to your grades for the year", all the works that I couldn't remake because the professor only took it once and that was it, all the "if you fail is bad and forever" that the school drill into my head, and into the heads of all my friends and all my classmates

And my professor says "but you can't fail anymore!" And it's true, but recent, and it doesn't work, because on one hand, you don't let one student fail because that's literally evil and the worst thing they could ever do, and in the other, the student can't fail so they don't learn anything

And it's painful

I listen to my brother talk about his school, about the disrespect for his opinion and for his health and for his person, I listen to him talking about how unfair the playing field is, how teachers have favoritism, how they don't care, how they take upon themselves to be their students worst nightmare, how they don't teach and then expect them to pass exams, how they get personal with students and will make anything for them to not get good grades even if the student is good

And I remember, I remember because not so many years ago I was that student, I was the student that worked and did everything good and was still scared that the teachers would just be awful and getting a bad grade

And I remember how even parents get in the side of the teachers and if you fail is because you are not good enough, you are not working enough, you made the teacher angry, you failed, and you are the worst for it

Maybe not because they mean to make you feel bad, it's just a push for you to be your best self, or what they think your best self is, and it hurts, you know? Because my best self is not all that good at math and struggles to read academic books and is very focused on dolls and silly drawings, and that's not good

And then you go to uni, and the professors talk to you like you are a human being, even tho you knew that, even tho you had a teacher that was weird and scary but treated you as a person instead of a stupid teen that doesn't know shit and needs to get their shit together, even tho you are just a teen and adults should get their shit together, and you remember that weird teacher and you are not surprised when he had involvement with students, because he was weird, he treated all of us like people, and no adult who is normal does that, so you knew it was weird

And now professors look at you and see an adult that has to get their shit together, even tho you and most of your classmates had to move and learn to fetch for themselves in this last two years, even tho you came out of a school that treated you like shit, even tho you are just getting to be as queer as you really are afar from family

And they don't understand the fear, they don't understand why some of us are cold to them, they don't understand why we flinch when they look at our works, they don't get it, because they didn't see it, because they don't remember

But you do, and you sit in front of your professors in your finals and feel how they look at you and you feel your stomach dropping and think "I'm going to die here, I'm going to fail and everything goes downhill from there" and they smile and point and ask polite questions about what you know, and you freak out and forget, and start to shake and get sick, and after you finish you are such a mess that you are just about to cry, just waiting for your grade to get home and finally collapse, and you know it's going to be a bad grade because you stuttered and thought stuff for too long and your voice was shaky and you know they saw your tears forming and they tell you "it's okay, you got a six out of ten, you can rest" and you breathe and think "well, this can't get any worse, but nobody wants a professional that is a six out of ten when they can have one of my classmates that are a ten out of ten" and the professors look at you and say "practice in your talking, go to talk with someone, get help for that" and you feel like they punched you in the face because you are scared, and they know, and they worry, and you hate that, because only weird teachers care for their students

At least that's what you learned in school

#an is venting #no no estoy llorando mientras escribo esho #no es para que sea un gran texto exponiendo los fallos de la escuela ni nada de eso #que podría hacerlo pero son horas de trabajo que no tengo para perder #la escuela te da trauma y te das cuenta cuando la profe te dice que esta bien fallar a veces y te dan ganas de pegarte un tiro

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