#okay so ive been up for (checks clock) fuck

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Not me starting a horror book at 6am while I have anxiety...

#okay so ive been up for (checks clock) fuck #an hour and a half. texting a friend (that i have a crush on) #at 4:30 i was trying to go to sleep but then i got a text from her #and i wanted to keep talking so i did. she and i both have horrific sleep schedules #its now 6am #and in between texts ive been reading #i just finished annie on my mind which is a really lovely queer book #but then i decoded for my next book im in a horror mood #so i decided to start reading a lonely broadcast #im like five pages in but it seems similar to welcome to nightvale and hello from the hallowoods #but it oozes a spooky vibe that's already making me not want to leave my bed #my friend and i also said goodnight at like 5:30 but now its 6 and we're texting again #we started the night talking about horror movies #and the last four books i read before annie on my mind were horror #so im truly just vibing with horror. i love horror books but i usually cant handle horror movies #i dont like gore. cant do it. but i can handle it a bit more in books #but im easily spooked and this book is pretty spooky. my anxiety is up there #one of my rats just squeaked and i nearly jumped out of my skin #well my friend and i are still talking so i guess im not sleeping tonight. im gonna go keep reading my book #have a fortunate night everyone

[norrizzandpia]

hey bestiee!!

I wanted to request femxreader who’s having trouble with sleep and calls lando when he’s away because she misses him so much

thanksss🧡

I NEED HIM ON SPEED DIAL.

What Are You Doing Up? (LN4)

Summary: She can’t go to sleep when he isn’t there.

Warnings: again, arguably the cutest thing ive ever written

Her eyes felt as if they had been glued open as she stared up at the ceiling. Nothing seemed to work. No amount of tea or medicine could get her body to relax and give into the sleep she so desperately wanted and needed.

The one thing she hadn’t tried and the one thing she really didn’t want to bother was the one thing she knew would actually work.

Lando.

Her boyfriend had become the expert on getting her back to sleep on nights when she was too fidgety or energized to lay down and stay still. His quiet whispers could easily make her drowsy and his soft hands roaming her skin never once failed to make her eyes droop. Whether it was the fact she found his presence calming or he was just the insomniac-whisperer, she didn’t know.

Nevertheless, on nights when he wasn’t there to find her up and walking around the kitchen in search of something to do, she had to try and get herself back to sleep on her own. Usually, she could do it. It would take hours and hard work, but she could get to sleep eventually. However, now, as she glanced at the clock and it read 4:30 AM, she realized calling Lando was inevitable.

Part of her brain knew he was the last resort, but the other was relieved to hear his voice because, God, did she miss him.

His race weekends had been going phenomenally and she was immensely proud of him, but she couldn’t get over seeing him on screen and wishing he was beside her.

No amount of phone calls, facetimes, voice notes, or text messages could cure the overwhelming yearning she harbored for the man in her life.

Her thumb hesitantly hovered over his contact, doubting at the last moment if she should really disturb him. But wanting sleep and her boyfriend trumped any second thoughts as she let out a breath and clicked his number.

The number rang for a few seconds before she heard shuffling, a rushed “give me one moment”, and then his voice.

“Y/n? What’s going on, baby? Isn’t it like-” A pause told her he was checking the time, “4:30 in the morning over there?”

She nodded, letting out a sigh before responding, “Yes,”

The exhaustion was evident and thick in her voice as it dawned on Lando why his girlfriend had called him when it was the crack of dawn for her.

“You can’t sleep,” He whispered, disappointment and empathy for her.

She had been so busy the few days before without much sleep that her walls began to fall down, tears rising in her eyes as she wished for any kind of rest.

“I can’t sleep,” She repeated, choked sounds escaping her throat as she willed for his support.

“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry. What can I do, love?” He said, moving to a more secluded corner as to gain privacy to speak to her freely.

She shook her head, fingers coming to pinch her nose, “I don’t know. Just talk to me about your day. Maybe that’ll help me calm down.”

“Okay, okay, I can do that.” He whispered lovingly, feeling heartbroken he couldn’t be there to help her through this.

She set the phone beside her ear, blankets up to her chin as he began.

“Well, it’s around 7:30 PM here in Vegas and I was just talking to Oscar and the engineers about going to get some dinner. Testing went really well today and the car is super quick. Baby, it’s going to be such a great race. I’m really hopeful. Anyway, I had a really good workout this morning too. Things are just going really well, honestly, with the team and Oscar. 1-2 is looking not as impossible now which is crazy, baby. And!” He exclaimed, getting excited as he rambled, “And I got to try In-n-Out! Remember that really big burger chain I was telling you about? It’s so fucking popular here and it’s not anywhere else except the west coast of the U.S? Yeah! I got to try it and, no doubt, baby, it was so fucking good. Genuinely, some of the best fast food I’ve ever had. We have to come back to the west coast over holiday, so I can show you it and all the other weird things Americans do. How does that sound, baby?”

Lando was met with silence to his question, thinking she hated the idea, until his ears heard soft, rhythmic sighs on the other line. His heart swelled at the infamous noises of her having dosed off. He loved the fact that he was the only person to be able to get her back to sleep, but also despised it during times like these when she failed to let him know of her problems until the last minute. He wished he could make her understand that any call from her was never going to be a disruption or annoyance.

He would always be overjoyed to hear from her, whether that was with bad or good news.

Nevertheless, he listened to her breathing for a few minutes, wanting to make sure she stayed asleep and didn’t need anymore of his help. When he was sure of her state, he whispered to the woman he knew couldn’t hear him, “I love you so much, my love. Glad I could help.”

He didn’t care that she couldn’t comprehend his words, saying it because, even when she was asleep, she deserved to hear how much he cared about her.

Hanging up the phone and waving off his team behind him who was rushing him as they so desperately wanted to go get food, Lando sent her a quick text.

Lan 🧡

Next time, call me the second you start struggling to fall asleep. I’m always here for you, beautiful. Call me when you wake up xx

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[xmasterofmunsonx]

Got Your Number

Summary: You’re Steve Harrington’s older sister and after a rough and tumultuous breakup, you’re back in Hawkins, Indiana. 🌶️

Pairing: harrington!reader x Eddie Munson

Author’s notes: yooooo thank you for sticking it out with me. I’ve been very sick for the last few weeks and have had no energy to do anything except exist so here’s a nice little chapter for you all!!!!

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI!!), language, drinking, weed, mentions of past abusive relationship, mention of body image issues, SMUT, fluff and lmk if I ever leave anything out!!

Word count: 7K+

IV.

Friday morning came too soon for your liking. Eddie was at work at the music store and your mom had begged you again to come help decorate. Charlie’s mom was busy on the other end of the banquet room as you were making the flower arrangements for the centerpieces.

“Need help?” Steve’s voice caught you off guard.

“No, just keep her away from me.” You motioned with your head towards your ex-future mother in law. “She’s been glaring at me since I got here.”

“Might have a bigger problem than her here soon. He’s here early.” Your stomach sank as Steve told you what you were dreading the most.

You heard a heavy door open and shut, and in walked Charlie… and Grace. Perfect. Maybe they could occupy each other. “I’m not leaving your side.” Steve assured you as he fiddled with some random flowers nervously.

“Fuck them.” You muttered underneath your breath. You looked up and checked out Charlie- he looked better than the last time you’d seen him. Of course, the last time you’d seen him he was shit faced drunk, high off cocaine, and at his lowest, so anything would look better than that. His jeans seemed to fit him better and- you shook your head, what the fuck were you doing staring at him?

“You okay?” Steve seemed to notice your staring as he nudged you with his shoulder.

“Yeah, fine. Just… weird.”

“I get it. First time I saw Nancy with Jonathan after was… uncomfortable.” You felt embarrassed for looking at him, someone who’d been so wrong to you in every way possible when you had someone so much better now. “Eddie said he’s coming by at 3, just so you know.”

You looked at the clock and it was almost lunch time.

“I’m gonna head out and grab lunch, you wanna come with me?” You brushed the leaf clippings that were sticking to your sweaty palms against your jeans and put the scissors down on the table.

“Nah, I’ll stick around here if you’ll bring me something back.” Steve handed you some cash and you took it and left.

Surprising Eddie at work had not been on your list of things to do since Steve had told you he was coming around 3, but it sounded much better than lunch by yourself and you wanted to waste as much time out as possible.

“Hey baby!” Eddie said, dropping the pile of records he was holding carefully onto the table beside him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hmmm, didn’t know if you could take a lunch with me. I’m all tuckered out from making floral arrangements for the high society members of Hawkins.” You joked as wrapped your arms around him and pecked him on the lips, not caring about the few customers in the shop.

“You do smell like flowers.” He took a big whiff of your hair as he kissed your head and hugged you back.

“And you smell like Eddie.” You nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his scent of weed, cigarettes, and just… him.

“Is that good or bad?” He asked you, smiling as he looked down.

“It’s good. Really good.” You watched as his smile widened and reached the crinkles in his eyes.

“Let me go tell Jeff I’m taking lunch for once, the van is out back. I’ll drive us.” You gave him a thumbs up and exited the store, immediately finding his car. “So what’s up?” He asked as he hopped into the drivers seat, “why are you really here? Couldn’t resist my looks, missed me so much?” He winked as he backed out of the parking spot.

“I mean all of that, but I also just wanted to get out of that banquet hall. Charlie and Grace showed up. I know their moms are all on the committee with my mom too, so I left Steve there, and I wanted to waste as much time as I could.”

Eddie gasped and clutched his chest, “Just waste some time with me?!”

“No, that’s not what I-”

“Baby, I know you didn’t mean that.” Your stomach flipped at the nickname again. “I’m sorry he’s there. Did he speak to you? Do I need to go… what did Grace say? Snap his bones?”

“Remember, we’re supposed to be the well behaved ones.” You eyed him and watched his grip tighten on the wheel. “But no, as soon as they got there I left. It should be easier to avoid them tonight with more people there, and we can leave early too.”

Eddie nodded quietly to himself as his music played in the background. The song ended and he turned it down before he started to talk, “I just can’t believe that piece of shit could treat you so bad and have the fucking nerve to come to this stupid ass benefit, sorry, all the way from goddamn Chicago? After you got the cops involved there? As if that meant nothing. He’s just gonna prance around Hawkins untouched. I really hope he doesn’t cross me because I don’t know that I can trust myself.”

“Then you can’t come tonight, Eddie.” You said, putting your hand on his knee. He looked down at it, then back at the road.

“So you really don’t want to be seen with me, do you?”

“No, I-“

“No. I’ll stay home. You go have fun with all your friends.” You two pulled up at the restaurant to eat lunch, but you both sat there not moving, noticing the tense air between you two at Eddie’s quick mood change. “All your stupid old rich little high school friends you ‘hated.’ Dating me is probably part of a-”

You interrupted him, “Eddie Munson. Shut up. I want to be seen with you. I want you to go with me- you just cannot get into a fight at this dumb benefit, okay? That’s all I’m asking. No matter who’s there.”

“Sorry.” He looked like a hurt puppy apologizing to you. “I’m just nervous about tonight.”

“Steve and I set up the seating chart for the tables. It’s you, me, Robin, him, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy and Jonathan at ours. We’re gonna be fine. They’re on the opposite side of the hall and Hopper is seated to where he can keep his eyes on him at all times, okay?”

Eddie swallowed and nodded, “Can you stay with me the rest of the day? I don’t want you going back there without me.”

“I told Steve that I’d bring him lunch. We can do that together and then I’ll tell them I have to go home?” Your mom had to understand the seriousness of the situation.

Lunch went by quick, you ended up getting Eddie to lighten up and crack a few jokes eventually, and then you boxed up some pizza to take back to Steve. You both walked into the banquet hall together, Eddie clutching your hand as soon as you saw Charlie’s car was still there.

“Hey, here’s your pizza. Where’s mom?” You asked after quickly finding your brother.

“Hallway.” He said through a bite of pizza. Eddie stayed back to talk to Steve, spotting Charlie busy in the corner helping his mom and Grace with something.

“Hey mom. I’m really not comfortable being here with so few people and Charlie. Is it okay if I go home? I brought some leftover pizza if you need some food, Steve’s got it.”

You could see the judgement in her eyes over your lunch choice and she just smiled, “That’s fine. You’ve done enough. The flower arrangements look beautiful.” You smiled sweetly at her, then made your way back to the big room. You picked up your pace at the sound of yelling voices- all three you recognized. Except it was Eddie yelling your brother’s name.

Steve was on top of Charlie and Eddie was pulling him off as you walked in the door. Grace stood in horror as Charlie’s mom rushed up behind them.

“Maybe if your son would keep his mouth shut he wouldn’t get a broken nose!” Steve yelled as Eddie backed him away from Charlie who was clutching his bloody face.

“Maybe if your sister wasn’t the town whore with the freak then-”

“Town whore, Charlie? You sure that’s not Grace that you’re with?” You went to go lunge at Charlie, but felt two hands pulling you back. It was both your brother and Eddie. “What, he gets to punch him, but I can’t? He sure used to punch me.”

Charlie’s mom gasped behind him, “Don’t you dare spread lies about my son!”

“Lies? I’m so sorry. What verbiage would you prefer I use for how he hit me in Chicago? Would you like the copy of the police reports, or the pictures I had to take? Which ones would suit you better, because I can get both of them easily for you.” By now your mom had made it into the hall and was standing with her arms crossed.

“What did I-”

“It was him!” All 3 of you pointed to Charlie and backed away. Charlie’s mom and your mom stood speechless staring at one another as if they were waiting for the other to speak up.

“He called her-” Steve started but Eddie interrupted him.

“He doesn’t need to be here, or be around her. He’s not safe, and it’s not fair that he’s here.” Eddie stood firm, stepping in front of you and standing up to your mom.

“Not safe?” Charlie spoke up through his bloodied mouth and nose, “You’re one to talk, you fucking murderer.”

You watched in slow motion as Eddie lunged at Charlie, you saw Steve try to pull him back but Eddie pushed him away. Eddie grabbed Charlie by the collar of his shirt and spit in his face.

“You’re really original for that one, man. What else you gonna call me? The freak? Get the fuck out of here and take your girl with you.” He shoved him backwards with force and you watched as Charlie stumbled away, with Grace and his mom by his side.

Eddie huffed as he walked the opposite way to the doors leading to outside and you followed him, hearing Steve and your mom arguing already.

“Hey, you didn’t have to do all that.”

“What, defend you? Yes, I did.”

“You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble.”

“I want you to put a restraining order against him here in Hawkins so he can’t come near you.” Eddie lit a cigarette and took a huge hit off of it. “Hopper will take care of it. I don’t know how you put up with his bullshit for so long.”

“Me neither but I didn’t really have a choice, Eddie.” You kicked at a rock, watching it skip down the walkway.

“Uh, yeah you did. You could’ve fucking left.”

“It’s not that easy.” You shook your head at his lack of understanding.

“Sure was easy for you to leave me behind. And then leave town to go to Chicago.” He had you there. You had abandoned him once, and completely skipped town without missing a beat once you graduated high school. You watched as he continued to smoke his cigarette down to the filter, stubbing it out against the brick wall.

“Take me home.” You said, crossing your arms.

“No way am I letting you out of my sight.” He shook his head at you, his curls loosely flying awry.

“Eddie Munson, I want to go home. I’m not going tonight.”

“No, you’re coming with me and we’ll get ready at my house. Your dress is there.”

“I’m not going. I’ll go get Steve to take me home, then.” You were fuming as you turned on your feet and marched back into the building. Eddie had no idea what you’d been through- despite you telling him everything you could already, he clearly still had no idea how scary Charlie could be and why you couldn’t “just leave” him. You didn’t want to go tonight- Charlie attending or not, you were done with the whole fucking benefit. You were remembering why it was so easy to leave Hawkins in the first place.

Steve and your mom were going at it in the banquet hall- Steve’s hip was cocked to the side and he was running his hand through his hair constantly as he talked with his other hand- it was something you both did when you were deep in a conversation or argument.

“Can you take me home?” You interrupted them, not caring what your mom had to say.

“Gladly, let’s go.” Steve whipped his keys from his pocket as you both stormed out. Eddie tried stopping you on the way to your brother's car.

“Hey, where are you taking her?”

“Home. We’re both going home.” Steve answered for you as you tried to hold back angry tears.

“Oh, so you’re really not going tonight?”

“No man, leave her alone. It’s been a bad enough day as it is, just leave it be.” Steve held his hand up at Eddie’s chest as he tried to get closer to you. You turned and got in the passenger seat, focusing on the seatbelt as Steve rounded the car to get in the driver's seat. You looked up just in time to see Eddie getting in his van and speeding off almost as soon as his door slammed shut.

“Sorry.” You said, unsure of what you were sorry for. But you felt like it was all your fault. Hot tears started streaming down your face, you were quick to wipe them before they could fall any further.

“Nothing to be sorry about. He’s gotta simmer down on his own, and Charlie is a piece of shit. You should probably get a restraining order against him though in Hawkins, that was enough today to warrant one I’d say.”

“Yeah, Eddie said the same thing.” You sniffed, and felt Steve’s hand on your arm.

“He’ll be fine. Eddie’s been through a lot, we all have, and he doesn’t know how to manage his anger sometimes. It’s best if he just keeps to himself. I wouldn’t want him to say anything to you he’d regret later.” You silently nodded and wiped more tears away on the ride home, looking out the window to avoid looking at your brother.

A few hours went by and your mom came home to get ready for the event. She found you laid in your bed, you’d been crying on and off all day waiting for Eddie to at least maybe call, but after the second hour you’d given up on that.

“You don’t look very ready to go tonight.”

“I’m not going.”

“Yes you are.” She stood firm in your doorway, looking the most dressed up you’d seen her in a while.

“No, I’m not. I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions.”

“Then I’ll have to tell your date who’s waiting on you downstairs that you’re standing him up.” You lifted your head up to get a better look at your mom- she had your dress in her hands and was offering it to you. “He got here a little bit ago with Robin. Jim took care of Charlie, and you have 20 minutes to get yourself together.” You nodded at her and she placed the dress on your bed. You quietly thanked her and as she walked out of the room.

You were quick to wash your face, it was puffy from crying but you were able to fix it up with some cold water, and hide the redness with some makeup.

“Hey Robin! Can you come help me zip my dress?” You poked your head out of your room as you held your dress up on your body and waited. You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned around to show your back to her, but the hands that grabbed at your zipper weren’t Robin’s. They were Eddie’s, you could feel the warmth of his rings against your back, and the tremble his hands had as he nervously zipped the back of the dress up on you, pushing a few stray hairs out of the way.

You turned to face him, and he looked at you with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“I’m really sorry for earlier today.” His hands reached out to your shoulders as he ran his thumbs in a calming manner over your soft skin. “I didn't want to-”

“Yeah, Steve told me.” You crossed your arms and brushed his hands away from you, “Let’s go before we’re late.” You tried walking out of your room, but Eddie tugged you back in.

“Heyyy.” He tried smiling at you, and you didn’t have one to return to him. “I mean it. I got extremely jealous of seeing Charlie and I let the worst of me get to me. What he said about you pissed me off. I got really mad and I say stupid shit when I’m really mad sometimes, and didn’t want to say something to you that would hurt you, okay?” You nodded, and he put his thumb on your chin to make you look at him. “I wanna have fun with you tonight, as stupid as this thing is, alright?”

“Thanks for apologizing.” You leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, but that wasn’t enough for him.

Eddie pulled you close to him with his hands on either side of your face, and you wrapped your arms around your neck, pushing your body weight against his and backing him up towards your bedroom door, causing it to slam shut. He flipped you two around so your back was to the door, and he planted his hands beside you, pinning you against it.

“Thought you didn’t wanna be late, baby?” His voice was thick with lust, a slow drawl that you rarely heard coming from his lips. “Steve left with Robin and your parents a few minutes ago anyway, we got the house to ourselves now.” You let out a whimper at the way Eddie was staring you down. “You’re so easy, you know that?”

You blushed as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “No I’m not.” You faked confidence as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You practically just whined at me.” His thumb traced the outline of your jaw, “and you’re leaning into my touch. I can feel how badly you want me.” He leaned against you more, forcing his thigh between your legs and you moaned at the friction. You two lunged back at each other hungrily, messily kissing each other and grabbing at each other wherever you could. You caught your hips looking for some more friction and you felt the smirk forming on his face as you could also feel him growing harder in his pants.

“Told you that you were easy. Let’s go before we’re late.” He reached behind you, withdrew his leg, and twisted the door handle to leave your bedroom. “We can finish later tonight, yeah?” He placed a hot kiss below your earlobe, nipping at your neck, and you whined at the loss of contact.

The benefit was as boring as you imagined, but the free wine and beer were enough to keep all of you there for a few hours. Jonathan and Nancy had a stomach bug so they were missing from your table.

Your mom showed you off to some of her friends, and you had to introduce Eddie yourself to them- you knew most of them knew who he was, but you were proud of him and wanted to make sure they knew you two were there together. After you and Robin returned from a bathroom break full of drunk giggles, you sat down in the seat beside Eddie.

“Hi.” You looked at him with a grin.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” He gazed back at you, matching your grin. He wasn’t drinking tonight, but you knew he’d been sneaking out to smoke some by the glaze in his eyes.

“Have I told you how handsome you look tonight?” You smoothed down a flyaway curl away from around his face and he blushed at your comment.

“You have, and you look beautiful tonight, my dear.” He leaned in to peck you on the lips.

“We gotta stay through my parents' speech, then we can leave.” You told him, this was always the part you hated the most because you and Steve always had to go stand on stage with them. When you were younger you used to always get fussed at on the way home for the way you “misbehaved” on stage, but it was always Steve who was the one poking you or pulling your hair making you two get into a cat fight.

You were shocked at how the night had stayed uneventful- Charlie’s mom kept to herself at her table with empty seats around her since her son and Grace were absent, but you didn’t miss the glances she was shooting at you constantly. Anytime she would, you would just scoot a little closer to Eddie and hold his hand, or peck him on the cheek. Sure, you were putting on a little bit of a show, but the wine was partly to blame for that- it turned you into way more of a flirt than you usually were.

You watched as your dad approached your table, motioning for you and Steve to get up to follow him.

“Here we go, former Hawkins Queen.” He said in a sing-song voice and you rolled your eyes.

“After you, King Steve.” You joked back at him as you were both letting the laughter fly between the two of you.

Your mom started the speech off the same, welcoming everyone and thanking them for their generosity to the community especially after having to rebuild the town this year. You glanced around at all of the made up faces and fake smiles and found one of the only genuine ones in the room- Eddie’s. He was beaming at you with his chin resting on his hand, and he waved at you with a wiggle of his fingers- to which you waved right back. Steve elbowed you in the ribs and you dramatically said “Ow!”

“Sh!” Your dad spoke back at the two of you.

You pinched Steve’s arm, to which he hissed back. Neither of you were paying attention to your parents, but it was fun to act like kids again knowing that you were still rebelling against their wishes for your behavior.

“Bar right after this?” Steve leaned into you with his eyebrows raised, and you nodded quickly.

“Sounds like way more fun than being stuck here with all of these boring losers.” You said a little too loud, and your mom turned back to look at you with a scowl on her face. You quietly apologized and looked out to see Eddie, Robin, Joyce and Hopper all holding back laughter- they must’ve heard you over the microphone.

Five minutes later and your mom was done talking, and you and Steve raced down the stage stairs to get back to your table. Your parents were much more pretentious in the way they exited the stage, waving and stopping to talk to folks as they made their way back to their table.

“C’mon, we’re going out.” You grabbed Eddie’s arm and pulled him up out of his seat as you chugged the rest of your wine glass, and Steve and Robin followed you two out. Once the breeze of fresh air hit your face you felt better immediately. You hated the uncomfortable atmosphere of the benefit, and you couldn’t get out of there quick enough. Eddie led you three back to his van where you all piled in and drove to a different dive bar on the edge of Hawkins.

You four stood out like a sore thumb in your attire, despite both boys ditching their ties. Eddie had unbuttoned a few of his buttons on his shirt to reveal his necklaces, and passed his jacket on to you because the night had gotten rather chilly.

“You seem to have a bad habit of forgetting your jackets.” He commented as you sat down at a booth.

“You seem to not have a problem letting me always wear your jackets.” You winked as you tugged it tightly to your body. His heavy hand fell to your thigh where he gave it a squeeze, and let it rest there as the four of you picked up conversation about how boring tonight was.

“I’d rather it be boring than the alternative of what we were anticipating happening.” Steve spoke over his beer glass across the table from you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Robin had switched to beer too, the sketchy bar not offering any wine. “But how great would it have been for Charlie to have gotten arrested tonight? In front of all of those people.”

“I don’t even want to talk about him. I’m having too much fun.” You fretted, and she apologized for bringing him up.

Eddie quickly changed the subject, “You guys coming to the show tomorrow night?”

Steve and Robin shook their heads, “No, we’re both on closing shift for being off tonight.” Steve answered for both of them and you didn’t miss the way Eddie’s face flashed disappointment before he donned a small smile saying it was okay.

You sat there looking at the three of them interacting, never thinking that you’d be here of all places a few years after graduation, with Eddie’s hand on your leg. You never thought your brother would be best friends with Robin Buckley, or even slightly friends with Eddie Munson- much less how close the two of them were. You wanted to hear more about their stories of the Upside Down, because whatever had happened had bonded them so deeply that even though their conversation was unrelated to it, you felt a little out of place listening in by the way they were all getting along so well.

You sipped your drink and got into your thoughts about tonight and how differently it could’ve gone, how different things would’ve been a year ago. You would’ve maybe been back with Charlie, had to go back to his parents house after where he would pass out from drinking too much, or forced you into doing something you didn’t want to do. And now you were here with your brother, his best friend, and your old best friend who was now your boyfriend. All in the matter of a few weeks. Hawkins was your home after all, and tonight made it feel a little more like normal.

“You good?” You noticed Robin and Steve had gotten up, and left you and Eddie at the booth by yourselves. “You’re being awfully quiet, Harrington.”

“Yeah, just a little bit drunk and thinking a little too much.” Your eyelids batted at Eddie who was endearingly searching your face for any sign of any other thought.

“Whatchya thinkin’ about?” He propped his head on his hand as he turned to look at you.

“Just… how close the three of you are, and how I feel a little left out. And how weird it is to be back here, with you, and how quick it all seems.”

“We don’t have to move fast.”

“I don’t think we are, I just feel like I’m intruding on something. You three are fine talking amongst yourselves, I just was… admiring the friendships you have. How… unexpected…? they are.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Eddie.” You placed your hand on his leg and squeezed it, his hand falling over top of yours and guiding it higher up his thigh to where you could feel his dick getting hard.

“I’m high, and horny, and the way you’ve been staring at me for the last five minutes has me ready to take you in the bathroom right here and now. So unless you want me to go rub one out in the bathroom myself- which, I wouldn’t mind- then please come join me while your brother and Robin are getting more drinks and are hitting on the bartenders.” You glanced over his shoulder to where, sure enough, the two were distracted by the girls working behind the bar. You pushed Eddie out of the booth and all but ran to the hallway of single stall bathrooms. You picked the last one on the hall, and said a quiet thank you that there was a working lock on the door.

“Your tits look amazing in this dress, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you all night.” Eddie’s greedy hands grabbed at your side as he worked his way up to your chest, massaging your breasts through the satin material. You couldn’t wear a bra with the straps of the dress so you had opted to go without, and his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, making them go hard against the cool, silky fabric. Your body arched into his as he was kissing across the expanse of your throat, you were sure he’d be leaving marks that would appear in the morning, but you didn’t care about that right now because everything felt so good.

You tugged him into you so you could feel more of his body against yours, and you kissed him hard the second he took his mouth off of your neck. The kiss was sloppy- you were drunk, and he was high, and the two of you wanted each other so badly that neither of you cared about the messiness of the kiss- you just knew you needed him right now.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked you in that low voice again as he pushed your foreheads together, both of you panting, “Or do you not know again?” He mocked, you knew he didn’t mean it, and his confidence was getting you going even more.

“What do you want?” You turned the question on him and watched as his head flew back as you grabbed at his hard length through his black pants. “You want that, yeah? You want me on my knees for you?”

His hands left your body as he ran his fingers over his face, and through his hair, and desperately panted out, “Fuck yes, baby.”

You undid his belt with his dark eyes on you, and he guided you down with his hand on top of your head as you sunk to the floor of the bathroom. He was pumping his thick cock with his other hand as you were at eye level with it, it’s size intimidating you, but you weren’t going to let that get to you. His hand pushed your head forward and you opened your mouth with your tongue splayed out and he let out a moan of pleasure as your tongue made contact with the underside of his cock.

“Oh, that feels so good.” He said as you bobbed your head on his cock, adding a hand to pump him into your mouth as the other hand dug into his thigh to help steady yourself. “Fuck, you wanted this all night too, didn’t you? I wanted to see you on your knees in that bathroom at the dumb fucking banquet but this is so much better.” You looked up at him through your lashes and realized what a goner he was for you.

You moaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, and you popped yourself off of him and kept pumping him with your hand, “Town freak with the town slut? What a pair we would’ve been.” You felt his hands back in your hair as he pushed your mouth back down onto his cock, and he pulled you off sloppily, drool stringing from your mouth to his tip.

“Get up before I blow this load into your mouth, I don’t wanna waste it.” He slowly pumped his dick as he watched you stand up, his head tilted in a cocky manner, “turn around and stick your ass out, Harrington.” He guided you to the tile of the bathroom wall where you obeyed. His hands were quick to pull your dress up over your hips, and he slid your thong to the side, “So fucking wet and I haven’t even touched you. I bet this is the shit you love, isn’t it?” You didn’t know what to say as you felt his fingers feel your wet cunt, you were practically dripping already from excitement. “Hawkins High School queen, getting fucked by me in the bathroom of a bar.” With no warning, the tip of his dick replaced his fingers as he shoved himself into your pussy.

“Fuck, Eddie!” You hissed, it almost hurt because he was so wide, and you were so tight. He stilled for a second.

“Sorry, baby, I got a little eager, you okay?” He pulled your sweaty hair back and tucked it behind your ear again. “Tell me when.” He kissed your cheek as he rocked slowly to let you adjust to his size.

“I-I’m good.”

“You sure?” His hands gripped onto your hips as he stayed at a slow pace. “You don’t sound good.”

“I’m too good, you feel so good.” Your forehead met the cold tile as you closed your eyes in bliss at the feeling of being so full.

“There’s my girl.” He said into your ear as he thrusted up into you, your moaning and panting matching each others. His hand snaked around the front of you and started rubbing circles into your clit, “want you to cum on my cock, baby, okay?” You nodded because it was all you could do with how good you felt. Your knees started to feel weak as he picked up the pace of his thrusts into you, and you quickly came undone as he went faster and faster, eventually spilling into you with a few final fucks. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he stayed inside of you, “Fuck. Are you kidding me?”

“What?” Your head shot back to look at him.

“I can’t believe we missed out on years of this. You felt so good, was everything okay?” He nuzzled into your back as he slowly pulled out of you and you jumped a little at how overly sensitive you were feeling.

“Yeah, it was perfect.” You readjusted your underwear and turned to face him. “You were perfect.”

You kissed him on the lips and he kissed back softly, “Sorry I get a little uh, chatty.” His cheeks were blushing pink and you leaned in and kissed one of them.

“I expected nothing different.” You giggled as you fixed his hair, the post sex-bliss fading away quickly as you realized what you had just done, and where you had done it. “I’ve uh, never… done anything like that before.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Eddie buckled up his belt and helped you smooth your hair and dress down, “but I wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime.”

You grabbed his hand after you checked yourselves out in the mirror and headed back to the table where Robin and Steve had just sat down.

“We don’t need to know.” Robin held her hands up.

“Sorry, I got sick from all the wine. I was going to grab you, but I didn’t wanna take you away from a potential date.”

“Damnit, I lost my money!” Robin slid a $10 bill over to Steve.

“Told you, she can’t hold her wine. I had too many wine calls from Chicago that ended in her throwing up to think differently. Plus, those bathrooms are disgusting.” Steve spoke and slid you a glass of water, with which you hid your blushed cheeks behind while Eddie pulled you into his side with a squeeze.

You all finished a round of water before piling back into Eddie’s van, and he drove Steve and Robin back to her house. You leaned your head on Eddie as he drove the way back to his house, and took a deep sigh.

“You okay? A little worried you might actually get sick now, sweetheart.”

“I’m perfectly fine now. Really good actually. Just tired and ready for bed.”

“Really? ‘Cause I’m ready for round two.” Eddie had his eyebrows raised and you shook your head.

“No way, I’m exhausted. And don’t you have work in the morning?”

“Yes, moooom. I’m just kidding by the way. Unless you wanted to, ‘cause that was really good.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and closed your eyes as the rumbling of the van relaxed you the rest of the way back.

“I’m gonna stay out and smoke one before heading in. You can pick whatever you want to wear to bed from my drawer.” Eddie lit a cigarette and you scurried inside, but not before you asked him to unzip the back of his dress where his fingers lingered a little too long.

You picked one of his old Hellfire shirts and a pair of boxers, and took them to the bathroom to get changed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you climbed into his empty bed and waited for him. It must have been a long time, because next thing you knew he was sneaking into the bed with you with just his boxers on, you had already fallen asleep.

“What took you so long?” You groaned out as your hangover was already starting.

“Had to finish writing something. Didn’t wanna wake you up so I went to the living room.”

“What time is it?” You scratched your head and looked around for a clock.

“Uh, like, four in the morning.”

“Eddie, you need sleep.”

“That’s why I’m here.” He said as he pulled the covers over you two and tucked you into his side. “Goodnight, my girl.”

“‘Night.” You muttered as you yawned and drifted back off to sleep.

-

“Eddie, wake up. Wake up!” You shook a sleeping Eddie who was drenched in sweat and yelling out in his sleep.

“What?!” He sat up abruptly and looked around his room. “Fuck.” He put his head in his hands and pulled at the roots of his hair, “fuck, fuck, FUCK! Shit!”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You placed a hand on his back, and rubbed it to comfort him but he hissed at the contact and leaned away. “Eddie?” You reached out again with a more gentle touch and felt the scars that lined his back. “You okay?”

He shook his head no, and you sat up, pulling him into a hug. He let you, and collapsed into your arms into the hug.

“Bad dream. Bad fucking nightmare.” He muttered to himself and you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“What?”

“I said, I had a really shitty dream and I haven’t had one in a long time. I need to go smoke.” He pushed off the bed and stormed out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. You sat there, stunned at his sudden mood change again. You waited a few minutes before you got out of bed and crept into the living room. You saw the telephone cord stretched out to the back porch from the kitchen, and saw Eddie propped against the railing talking on the phone and… laughing?

“Eddie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Well I’m gonna go. Thanks for talking with me. Buh-bye.” He hung the phone up and finished his cigarette, and embraced you in a hug. You carefully put your arms around him and he let you this time, and you soothingly rubbed his back.

“I’m worried about you and your mood swings, Eddie.”

“Sorry. I just had this dream that you were in the upside down with us, and I couldn’t get you away from vecna, and you were caught-”

“Who?” You quirked your eyebrow at him, hoping for some sort of explanation. “Like, vecna from-”

“Yeah, except way worse. And real. Like really fucking real. And my scars hurt everytime I have these nightmares and they fuck me up for days at a time, and I have to call Steve or someone and-” he stopped his rambling as soon as he realized he was telling you about the past. “Sorry I didn’t mean to talk about it too much.”

“Hey, I’m here for you.” You pulled out of the hug and placed your hands on his soft cheeks that were scattered with patches of facial hair. “You can talk to me too. I know Steve was there, but I’m here now.”

“But you weren’t there.”

“But I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. I mean it.” You kissed his forehead and watched as he melted into another hug of yours. This time it felt like you were holding him. “Eddie, are you- are you popping a boner right now?” You pulled back from the hug and saw his underwear starting to tent up.

“Sorry, but you’re a beautiful woman hugging me braless in one of my Hellfire shirts. Yes, you’re making me hard.” He blushed at his answer before he squeezed your ass. “Now get inside before I bend you over the porch, it’s time for round two.”

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[btskitten7]

Ａｃｑｕｉｒｅｄ Ｌｏｖｅ || ｐａｒｔ ｔｈｒｅｅ

➭fic pairing: Jungkook x Female oc, Yoongi x Female oc, Hoseok x Female oc.

➭current wc: 2.6k words

➭genre: smut, angst, domestic relationships, baby daddy/baby momma drama. Some fluff!

➭rating; M (throughout fic)

➭warnings: everyone except for Hoseok, is a little toxic 🤭

➭summary: the one where you realize Jungkook still isn’t ready.

It’s currently three in the morning. Exactly three hours before you’re supposed to get up and ready, four hours before you drop your princess to her dad’s and five hours before you go in to work.

To say that this weekend was a roller coaster would be an understatement.

From getting wrapped up with Jungkook again, Yoongi popping up at your house, although he claims you called him drunk the night before, and Hoseok just being the sweet guy he is and checking on you. It’s a tad overwhelming.

All you craved was sleep, an sweet escape from the real world.

Unfortunately, your eyes wandered back to the clock, every second it seemed. Dreading the moment that you had to go work and face Yoongi after this weekend. You guys haven’t spoken much since the last encounter with Jungkook and you kinda figured that.

What were you supposed to say? Yoongi caught you red-handed fucking your ex. What is there to say? “Hey best friend, so about saturday? Yeah me and Jungkook were-“

You couldn’t even come up with an explanation, everything just sounded painfully pathetic.

To make matters even worse, Hoseok texted you while you were out with Jungkook.

Hoseok 🫧: when can I see you again?

Hoseok 🫧: ive been thinking about you. And I think I want to continue seeing you.

Now you really didn’t want to be seen. You’ve seen how these types of things end in the movies. Someone always ends up with a broken heart. Even though there’s plenty of amazing sex, there was too much confusion and anxiety.

Something you had enough of being a mother.

Gratefully, your daughter woke up in need of her mother, a distraction. Perfect.

Waltzing to baby girl’s room and to her crib, you saw her squirming around the crib, begging for her mama’s attention.

“There, there my pretty girl. Mommy’s here” you smiled, taking her into your arms and kissing her head before taking her back to your room. “You always save mommy from her mind”

After giving her the needed cuddles and feedings, you laid with little Aera until it was time for you to wake up–which– wasn’t an issue for you since sleep was nonexistent for you.

You got Aera ready like you did normally when you got an call from the one you wish to avoid.

Yoongi.

You took a deep breath and answered the call, thanking God that it wasn’t a facetime.

“Hello?,,

“What time do you take Aera to her father’s?,,

‘’Around 7 but lately he’s been slacking so 7:20 ish. Why? Is everything okay?,,

“ Mhm, just thinking we should carpool. I can get my Aera cuddles for the day and we could grab breakfast before we head into work. ,,

Yoongi’s morning voice is something you could never get over. It was deep as if his voice wasn’t already deep and it was “send you over the moon” raspy, overall a ten out of ten, you would recommend.

“ Oh, okay cool. I don’t mind that at all, I’ll be ready before you get here ,,

“ Perfect, I should be there at 7 ,,

Honestly, you were shitting bricks.

You couldn’t believe you just agreed to allow Yoongi, the same one who walked in on you getting pleasured by the man he hates by the way, to give you a ride to that same man’s house.

Were you drunk or something?? You asked yourself over and over.

You didn’t want Yoongi to think you were being weird about what happened. You didn’t even want him to know that it kept you up all night, you had to be normal.

Which isn’t hard. It’s just Yoongi…

Exactly, it’s Yoongi. Just your best friend.

But no matter how many times you told yourself that, you were still nervous.

You were putting your’s and Aera’s bag together when you heard a knock on the door.

A little confused, you hesitated a bit but answered as quickly as you could.

It was Yoongi.

“You’re early” you said letting him in to which he hummed.

“I got bored and I wanted to see Aera”

Yoongi headed over to your baby girl and kissed her chubby cheeks.

Watching Yoongi, you wondered why he wanted to carpool. It wasn’t out of the ordinary but it still made you think.

Yoongi avoided eye contact with you the whole drive to Jungkook’s house for some reason.

Probably because he couldn’t sleep peacefully last night either.

————-

Yoongi got ready for bed the same way he usually does.

Dinner, a little work, shower, then bed.

But ever since he heard your encounter with Jungkook and seeing you in that damn robe-

That damn robe.

He hated that robe.

The way it sat was so fitting on your perfect body. Displayed everything he wanted to see.

The roundness of your breast, that he craved so much.

The curves , gosh, your curves sent him into overdrive.

Your thighs, your fucking thighs. How he would love to have his head right between-

’Wait a second’ he thought to himself.

Why is he thinking like this?

Shaking his head, he thought a shower would help but it only made the thoughts worse.

He couldn’t get the image of himself, fucking, you against the shower wall.

Yoongi didn’t even want to watch tv at this point, he just knew he needed to go straight to bed.

But it didn’t stop there. His hand wrapped around his growing member letting out a relaxed sigh from the relief of pressure.

One thing led to another and now he fucking himself to the thought of you.

He was so wrapped up in the moment, he had half a mind to take Jungkook up on his offer to watch him eat you out even though he would much rather be the one eating.

————————

“It’s this one right here” you reminded Yoongi, pointing to Jungkook’s home.

He remembers exactly where he lived but didn’t even bother to respond to tell you that since it really didn’t matter. He just nodded and turned into the parkway, looking over to you.

“Do you need me to help you with anything?”

You shook your head

“I got it, I shouldn’t be long”

You hurried out the car with Aera’s bag as well as her kicking body in your arms, after retrieving her from the car seat.

After getting to Jungkook’s door, you lifted your hand to knock when you noticed faint pants and groans from the other side. Frowning softly, you started to grow a little concerned until you heard a giggle followed by Jungkook’s deep chuckled.

“We need to hurry, my baby’s mother is going to be here any minute babe”

“So?” You could hear her remark, followed by Jungkook humming and sounds of lewd kissing.

“So, my daughter will be here and I don’t want her getting pissed because you’re here”

“Why would she care? You’re not together anymore” she teased. “Are you?”

That hit you like a ton of bricks, more than it should.

He’s right though, you aren’t together. No matter how much you end up in his bed or him in yours, you aren’t his.

And clearly, he doesn’t belong to you either. It’s time you come to terms with that.

Doesn’t change how much it hurts though.

Jungkook grew quiet. For some odd reason you thought, maybe he’ll say what you guys are or something to reassure you that you aren’t making a mistake.

But that’s asking for too much of Jungkook. Clearly.

Your eyes grew glossy but you didn’t decide to wait around any longer to find out what he would even say, you knocked on the door, stopping the conversation before it could progress.

You could hear the panic in Jungkook’s voice as he spoke to whoever he was with before opening the door. His eyes met with yours, softening.

“Hey—hey are you okay?” He asked showing so much concern as if he wasn’t the one hurting you.

You scanned over his body and counted the many love marks. The ones you made just the other day were still visible under the ones the lady just made. Jungkook stood there clueless until you scoffed.

Putting the pieces together he quickly tried to cover the marks but rubbing his neck softly, mainly in embarrassment.

“I’ll see you Sunday” your voice was deadpan and you had no emotion on your face when you spoke to him, but your eyes showed your sadness.

Kissing Aera’s cheeks, you handed her to him along with her bag and proceeded down the hall. Jungkook sighed and called out to you.

“Y/n, wait! Y/n!”

You didn’t turn back and you didn’t acknowledge him at all.

Making it back to Yoongi’s car, you were so close to letting it all spill.

But Yoongi didn’t have to see you cry to know something happened.

“You alright?” His deep voice asked you, comfort at its finest.

“I will be..I will be”

————

Jungkook sighed and closed the door, looking down at Aera.

Her bright smile was almost enough to make him forget about the scene before him.

“Oh Jungkook! Is this your daughter! She’s so beautiful!”

Jungkook smiled and nodded.

“She’s gorgeous, like her mama.” He said, whispering the last part.

“She looks like Y/n’s little girl.” She said smiling softly, jungkook frowns. ‘Please don’t tell me’ he pleaded to himself.

“You know yn?”

She nods.

“We work together. Which is why I should be going, she hates when members of our team are late, especially when we have a meeting first thing once we clock in,” she started, “wait, you know yn?”

‘Of course I do, that’s my ex. The mother of my fucking kid. The one I’m trying to give her another one of my kids.’ Jungkook wanted to say but he didn’t want to cause drama or make you feel uncomfortable at your job. Yoongi already had something against him, clearly he didn’t need to give him another reason.

“We know each other, but it wasn’t anything too serious. Just don’t mention it”

Without questioning it any further, she kissed Jungkook goodbye after get dressed once again and hurrying out the door.

Jungkook sighed deeply before closing the door behind the woman. He didn’t even call her over to sleep with her. Last night, after he dropped Yn and Aera off, he wanted to clear himself from the women he was sleeping with. He wanted to formally get rid of them and tell them that he wasn’t interested anymore to which most accepted since he made it clear that he wasn’t looking for anyone new before hand. But she ended up waltzing by his palace with that stupid trench coat act, who even thinks of things like that these days

He always thought if someone did that for he would love it but it was the opposite. He would only love it if, you, did it.

You had a way of driving him insane with your work attire, what if you actually showed up on his door step with something enticing as that. He would give you another child on the spot, no questions asked.

Although that may be a thing of the past.

“Daddy messed up with mommy again.” He smiled down at Aera who had no idea what was going on but she was just happy to see her daddy again.

You on the other hand were fighting tears every time Yoongi or Jimin asked you if you were okay.

‘ How could he? ‘ you thought to yourself. You stupidly gave him another chance and he goes behind your back and fucks someone else.

If he doesn’t want to truly commit to you, why should you commit to him? If he’s gonna fuck everyone he sees why couldn’t you.

Pulling out your phone, you quickly called Hoseok and stepped outside.

“Hello?”

“H-hey. Sorry I couldn’t text you back earlier” you uttered “I was busy, how are you?”

“Oh it’s nothing major. I understand, you have a cute little princess to look after! I’m doing great, how are you?”

“I’m doing…mm..I could be better but I’m managing” you admitted.

“Oh? Are you busy tonight? I don’t mind stopping by and having a few drinks.” Hoseok voiced.

Ugh, you hate how thoughtful he is. You don’t hate it, but it makes you feel weird whenever it happens.

“Actually that doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Should I meet you somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you an address to one of my favorite bars.”

“Okay noted, I’ll see you later!” You smiled before hanging up and walking back inside.

Yoongi’s eyes followed your body as you walked back to your seat sitting next to him. A scow laid on your face as your phone vibrates with messages over and over.

It had to be Jungkook.

He noticed how weird you were acting when you got back into the car. Leaning over “you okay?”

“Yeah. I just had to call Hoseok back, that's all.”

“You’ve decided to see him? I thought you and Jungkook were fixing things.”

“I guess not. But I want to try things out with this Hoseok guy.”

And boy did you..

Everything was a vibe, you guys laughed, joked, and even had deep conversations with one another.

Then you started to watch a movie, cuddled up together as his hand softly pressed against your thigh, massaging them. Making your core heat up and clench around nothing.

You didn’t want to fuck him—at least not yet but the more his hands worked onto your body the more you wanted him.

One thing led to another and now you're kissing on the couch while the movie is now watching you.

He lifts your up and places you on his lap, letting his hands hold your waist and slip underneath your shirt. You never broke the kiss, not even to breathe.

But suddenly, Hoseok broke the kiss, holding your face in his hands as both your eyes fluttered open.

“A-are you okay?” You asked softly, rubbing his chin softly, causing him to smile.

“I’m perfect, I just want to make sure this is something you want, especially dealing with Jungkook’s moods and all.” Hoseok said sincerely, thoughtfully.

You sighed softly and nodded. You wanted this but a part of you felt guilty for using Hoseok as a weapon against Jungkook. No, you wouldn’t throw it in his face but you wouldn’t mind if he found out about it and got all pissy about it.

“I do want this…but you’re right. I need to take this slow and figure out this thing with Jungkook. No-I’m not getting back with him but I can imagine he’s giving you lots of shit for hanging out with me.” you said chuckling. Hoseok nodded and leaned back on your couch, his arms were still wrapped around your waist. You sat comfortably in his lap.

“He constantly gives me shit but I haven’t told him anything about us. Every day, he asks me if I’ve seen you or if we’ve done something. I just keep it short. Although I don’t want to keep what we have away from him, if there is something between us?” He states in more of a asking tone, although you don’t think he’s asking you.

In all honestly you aren’t sure of what you are with Hoseok. You knew you were friends but maybe something closer and more intimate than friends but not quite dating. You didn’t know.

Hoseok could tell he asked something you were ready to answer from your silence, “Let’s forget that yeah? Let’s just vibe.” he smiled causing you to smile, planting a small kiss onto his lips.

~~~~

“Why isn’t mommy answering? You could be sick and need her.” he mumble to Aera. Aera wasn’t even paying attention to her daddy, her little eyes were glued to the tv. All the bright colors and catchy tunes were confusing to her but it was entertaining to see. Jungkook looked at the time then back at his phone, noticing that you’ve been reading his messages but that’s it….

You just been reading his messages with is the quickest way to piss him off.

But quite frankly, you didn’t give a fuck.

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[joshriku]

hi!! I saw a rec list of yours where you were like, "i actually have more but some of them are just the real popular ones so im like. Yeah youve read it." -- but I HAVENT!! I'm brand new to cherik and looking for those ultimate recs, those smash hits. could you rec some ultimate cherik fic, if you have the time? i'm not big on fluff but anything too cutesy but otherwise I'm totally open!!! thank you in advance!

hiii :D i would absolutely recommend you to also browse the tag filtering it by kudos because i tend to filter out some things and i also tend to be picky with stuff so there's probably Smashing Hits(tm) i overlooked bc i was like 'nahh im not in the mood today' and my god there are so many good authors and fics that probs go undiscovered by ME. so do make sure you don't miss out on Those Hits

that being said i went through my bookmarks and i'm grabbing those ones with thousands of kudos (bc to me A Lot of Kudos are anything over 100 but i know some cherik fics have liek 5k or more so. i rec going thru the tag fr) so if i repeat myself from the other recs im very sorry but teehee here you go!!!!

these are all like. well. they don't have major trigger warnings or bad endings so enjoy

two lonely souls in a fish bowl by blarfkey: this is really more centered around pietro and erik but the cherik in it is mmmmmwah and also it's jsut so fucking good if you need to scratch that itch of 'damn i wish pietro had told erik he was his dad' like the rest of us. it's so so so good and IT'S A WHOLE SERIES SO CHECK THAT OUT THEY'RE ALL SO GOOOOD.

been there, done that by asyouwish: time loop fic! fucking love that. erik gets stuck in a timeloop before the cuba thing happens. i love seeing littl emen suffer trapped in time

i don't want to wake up on my own anymore by pocky_slash: my bookmark tag here says 'something about erik sleeping' so i reread it and i was like oghggoghg erik sleeping....so YEAH.

orphans of forgetting by pocky_slash: AHGP okay this one's fucking good listen to me. i like men going through emotional trials that fucks them up but gives them an emotionally fulfilling result. this fics good

the pretender by clocks: au where erik fake proposes to charles to get free food. they're still mutants. apparently i bookmarked this one saying 'im going to cry' and now i remember i was jsut really emotional that day and there was no reason to cry as it is a very good and funny fic. help

the whole world wants what we're on by waketosleep: and there was only one bed!

mi casa, su casa by zairaA: i love this one. it's so fun to read. charles moves into his new apartment only to find out erik already lived there. i love this fic.

shalom malakh by zairaa: ive read this oen so many times and only now ive connected the dots that it's the same author. david haller is in this fic. 10/10 showstoppin gi love MY BOYYYYYY !!!!!! but other than that it's so fucking good. what's better than coming back from the dead to haunt ur loved ones AM I RIGHT..

still life with cookies by ren: this one's cute. like a romcom. the pining on this one is so good and enjoyable i liked it so much

a nice boy (the family matters edition) by pocky_slash: IVE RECCED THIS BEFORE. BUT LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO I REREAD IT AND I CRIED SO LIKE HERE IT GOES AGAIN

x marks the spot by the hoyden: i fuckign lvoe this fic. every time i reread it i blink and it's over even though its like 20k words but it's jsut THAT good!!!!

the courtship by danveresque: what's better than canon characters cherik. REINCARNATIPON FICS . fuck my life thsi fic stresse dme out so bad but it was so good. i love it.

never too late to be who you might have been by acetamide: charles and erik wake up in the future (the 2000s timeline movies) and only remember up until what they know before the cuban missile crisis. chaos but also sweet shit :)

tessellation by nekosmuse: i feel like ive mentioned this one before. no MATTER. it's GOOD. IT FUCKS ME UP SO BAD. it does messes with comic canon and also the xmen animated series so it's PERFECT FOR ME and i really do feel it's a classic. liek. 3k kudos should attest for a classic yeah. magneto is a charles xavier enjoyer. they meet. fall in love. Shit Happens. but like it's my favorite.

i think those are all the fics i have that are over 1k kudos long weeps.. again i SUPER encourage you to filter it by kudos when you go the charles/erik tag bc there are SO many fics with SO much content so please enjoy! i accidentally opened the tag and filtered it on august 2021 and i keep going through it. 2 years later yeah. i'm in like page 157 of it. we all make mistakes. but thank you for the ask and i hope you enjoy! :)

#asks #see most of the time im in the mood for really specific cherik but i hope this helps u I KNOW THERES PROBABLY LOTS OF LIKE #FICS IM MISSING THAT IVE ALSO READ AND ENJOYED AND FORGOT TO BOOKMARK LOL #BUT PLS ENJOY...theres so much fic for this ship. a feast truly

[animalnarratives]

FOR MY DEAR @lonavy ...

the idea of a logan heat fic came to me the same way about 99% of my other heat fics ideas did: i took a long look at logan and went "man, that guy would fucking HATE being omega". it's internalized-homophobia-toxic-masculinity-internalized-omegaphobia(???)-fest. i put "possibly five times" in the title because i was thinking about making a series out of it (logan progressively becoming more Okay with being an omega) or a 5 times + 1 but ive unfortunately been genuinely stuck on the writing for about a week—so for now I'm just leaving it be and i'll probs come back to it in some time...

also oscars in it! How could he not be! he genuinely tries to be supportive and helpful for logan because hes clocked that logan's in heat and he can also SEE that logan doesn't know what to do with it. he doesn't try to take advantage of it at all especially since logan is being noticeably weird about it (acting like everything is fine, not warning anyone on his team, not taking a day off or whatever. and most of all. not being on suppressants?)...

the first instalment of that could-be series (the very first time Logan is in heat) isn't oscar/logan per se because nothing happens between them. it is planned however that logan starts seeking oscar afterwards and they have nasty gay sex about it! hooray!

some parts of it under the cut ...

Logan's first heat is cruel, humiliating, painful.

He wakes up earlier than he needs to, feverish and sore. It's barely five and a half when he checks the time, arm and fingers outstretched to reach his phone on the nightstand without having to move too much; the light from outside, morning-tainted, bathes the hotel room in a dim blue glow. 

Warmth washes over him in slow, vicious waves. He tries to fight down the dizziness, swallow back the bile that rises up his throat, but nothing gives; the room spins around him, unyielding. 

The bitter part, he thinks, is how quickly it dawns on him, how little room for doubt there is. Against his underwear, he's achingly hard; on his backside, he's– 

He exhales shakily, fingers pressed against himself. He's wet.

[...]

"Okay," Oscar says, quietly. He touches the side of Logan's face then the spot right behind his ear, where sweat beads and rolls down the slope of his neck. "Have you told anybody…?"

"No, I don't want—I don't want anybody to know, this is just…"

He shoves his face into the pillow harder, screwing his eyes shut as he lets out a small breathy groan. It feels good, the way Oscar touches him, the way he presses his cold fingers into his skin. He could get himself off on this, he thinks wildly; grinding against the bed and focusing on Oscar's touch only. 

"You shouldn't spend it alone."

Something coils itself tightly at the bottom of Logan's stomach. If Oscar were to ask him, if Oscar were to say, "I'll do it, Logan"—then Logan would give in, probably. He wants it, needs it in a way he's never known before. It's equally as terrifying as it is exhilarating, in a sick way; and if he already heaves in humiliation at the thought of saying it out loud, of asking, warmth spread through his gut when he imagines Oscar—Oscar, pressing himself against him, Oscar putting his mouth on his skin, slipping his fingers under his shirt, down his underwear, and taking, taking, taking—

#ask game #writing tag #i like this fic as well i wish i could just bring myself to finish it but im gen not able to unforch ... #812

[justsomerandohere]

NO WAY????? YOU FUCKING GET IT

god for me the designs too simple. like. the eyes get my ass but i can make it look ok. but the clock design needs to be more complex or i will LOSE IT

its been years since ive drawn the sillys so im.a bit rusty but i have drawn andy and melody recenrly so i have worked on them!! next up is claus bc im biased

we should sgare each other's redesigns!!! itd be fun ^u^

also, do you have discord? i check discord more often than tumblr. so </33

IK RIGHT? Don’t get me wrong I like his design but I just felt like I needed to add MORE!

I would love to share my redesigns! (or what I have so far, pretty much everyone except Margaret)

Unfortunately I don’t have discord sorry :( I kind want to use it at some point but I think I’m just more comfortable with tumblr atm if that’s okay

#rando speaks #answered asks #again I’m sorry

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Marvin’s Magnificent Mishaps

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

So fun fact, there are sections in this part that were supposed to go in the last part. But because of how insanely long that got, they had to be moved over here as flashbacks. Marvin’s in the hospital after that whole ordeal. He’s messed up. And said flashbacks will show just how and why. Meanwhile, everyone tries to get things in order after what happened in the house on Aspen Street. Enjoy ^-^

More of this AU found here

He was awake, but he didn’t open his eyes. Instead, he tried to figure out what was going on through his other senses first. He was lying in a bed. He was lying in a bed, and everything hurt. Some places more than others. Light leaked through his eyelids. The room was silent. Until he moved his arm just a little bit, and—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

“Jesus fucking christ,” A voice muttered. He heard something creak, and then someone grabbed his arm, moving it back to where it was before. “You know, I get why they did that, but doesn’t mean I have to like how fucking loud it is. God.”

There could be no mistaking that voice. “Someone’s grumpy,” he mumbled, finally opening his eyes.

“Marvin!” Anti, leaning over him, suddenly jerked backwards. “You’re awake!”

“Mm-hmm.” Marvin blinked. He was light-headed, in pain, and could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, but he was awake, so that was probably good. “Wha’...Where...?”

“You’re in the hospital,” Anti explained, sitting down in a chair nearby. “Westpoint. The usual one.”

Marvin looked around the room. Yep, this was a hospital room alright. He was very familiar with them by this point. His head was tilted to the left, staring at a cluster of chairs and a window that showed a dark sky outside. He probably should have been concerned with more immediate matters, but absurdly, his first thought looking around was that Westpoint must have had an increase in budget, because the chairs looked nicer than usual. He almost laughed at that. Then he turned his head over to look at the other half of the room, and any laughter immediately died. “Jem—!” He started to sit up, but his head spun and he fell back down.

“Whoa, hey, be careful!” Anti half-reached out, but stopped. “Uh, yeah. H-he kind of fainted and started bleeding after we got out of there. Stacy and I thought the doctors should check him out.”

There were two beds in the hospital room. Marvin was lying in one, and Jameson was lying in the one to his right, eyes closed and pale. “Jems,” Marvin mumbled, and tried to adjust his position to get a better look at him.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Anti shouted. He glared at some sort of device by Marvin’s bed. “We’re trying to have a serious talk here!” Then he looked back at Marvin. “Hey, try not to move your left arm so much. Every time you do, the IV moves, and that machine freaks out.” 

“Hmm.” Marvin looked down at his arm—bare, as the hospital staff had changed him into a gown. He thought there was a weird sensation in the crook of his elbow. Turns out, there was a needle there, held in place with white medical tape. A clear tube led to a bag. “Why...?”

“For the blood loss, I think,” Anti explained. “You lost like...two liters of blood.”

“Tha’ doesn’ sound righ’.”

“Okay, it was probably less, but you get my point. It was a lot.” Anti paused. “You...you really...H-he did a number on you.” He didn’t look at Marvin as he said this.

“Wha...wha’s the day?” Marvin asked, putting his arm back down and stopping the beeping machine.

“Uhhh, it’s...well, technically, it’s February 6th, because it’s past midnight.” Anti glanced at a clock in the wall, and Marvin followed his gaze. Three in the morning. “We got you here at around five-ish on the 5th.”

So not that much time had passed. Even though it felt like forever, trapped in that—that box. Marvin’s breath hitched, and he quickly asked about something else. “Wha’ happened t’Jems?”

“He used too much magic,” Anti said. “I mean, it’s a good thing he used all that magic, pretty sure we’d still be fucking trapped there if he hadn’t. But, uh, yeah. He just fell over. The doctors say he’s fine, though they’re confused as fuck about what caused it. But anyway. He should wake up soon.”

“...good.” Marvin looked up towards the ceiling and went quiet. He became aware of his breathing, and started counting every inhale and exhale. One...two...three...

He got to ten breaths before Anti coughed, drawing his attention back to him. “Marvin, I...” He trailed off, visibly struggling with whatever he was trying to say. “I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know if you know this, if you figured it out, but I—I-I was the reason you ended up there. Distorter used me, a-and it’s all because when the kids got taken I had to—”

“I know.”

Anti blinked. “Oh. You do?”

“He told me,” Marvin said quietly. “He wanted me to know.”

“...oh.” Anti sat down heavily in one of the nearby chairs. He looked down at his hands, fingers intertwining and pulling on each other. “Asshole,” he muttered.

“Yeah.”

Anti nodded. “Well, uh...I’ll just go, then.”

“No.” Marvin reached towards him, starting up the BEEP of the machine again. He quickly put his arm back down, but kept his wide eyes on Anti. “Please don’.”

Anti had started to stand up, but stopped halfway. “Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes.” Marvin nodded. “Jus’...at least ‘til Jems wakes up.”

“...okay.” Anti sat back down again. “I guess I don’t really have anywhere to be,” he muttered. “Called Rama and told them to let Will stay over for the night, so that’s fine. Stacy wanted to be on her own. She’ll probably be here tomorrow. Don’t have any videos to do. Might as well.”

Others may have found the ‘I don’t have anything better to do’ spiel insulting, but by now, Marvin had figured out that Anti was hiding how much he really wanted to stay. He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. It felt better, knowing he wouldn’t be alone.

But everything still hurt.

———————

It tasted like iron.

He couldn’t escape the taste of it. The white sleeves of his shirt were streaked with red from his previous attempts to wipe it away, but it just kept coming. He could barely see through it. When he tried to open his mouth to speak, it was filled with that taste. This wasn’t normal. There wasn’t usually this much. It was supposed to be two thin streams, not a pair of crimson rivers.

Knock knock knock. The sound came from above. He looked up and saw him. While he was busy trying to wipe the blood from his face and eyes, Distorter had climbed down into the box. Or had he been standing there the whole time? Either way, Distorter was here now, right in the center of the five-by-five box, smiling down at him. That smile widened, and he knocked on the ceiling of the box again, slower. Knock. Knock. Knock. “This kind of sucks doesn’t it?” he said casually. “I can’t even stand up. Can you?” He laughed. “Oh who am I kidding? We know the answer to that.”

“Shut—” Marvin started to speak, but choked instead as warm, thick blood dripped into his mouth and down his throat. Frantically, he tried to wipe it away again, bending over on hands and knees.

“Oh? Looks like we have company,” Distorter’s voice said. And when Marvin looked up, he was gone.

He tried to stand, but lost his footing and fell, hitting the side of his head on the wooden box wall. For a moment, he just sat there, breathing heavily against the weight in the air that was everywhere in this place.

“Marvin?” A voice said. Then a face appeared in the trapdoor above. “Marvin!” The voice said again. His vision was covered by blood for a moment, and suddenly, there was someone else in the box, bent over by the low ceiling. “Are you okay?” Jackie asked. “Gah, stupid question. We’re here to get you out!”

Marvin stared at him. He...he wanted to believe him. But...he couldn’t. “Wh...what’re yeh doin’ h’re?”

“I said we’re here to get you out.” Jackie crouched low to the ground, inching closer to where Marvin was sitting in the corner. “Oh shit, that looks bad. There’s not normally that much blood.”

“Nn, I...I know what yeh said.” Marvin backed farther into the corner. “Wh-why...why izzit you? Yeh know...you know wha’it’s like. Yeh wouldn’ come back.”

Jackie shuddered. “I...I don’t want to be here,” he said, his voice strangled. “But like you said, I know what it’s like. I had to help the others. I...I had to help you. I couldn’t leave you.” He raised a hand, slowly. “Here. Let me look at that.”

Marvin stared at him, blood flowing from his eyes with every blink. Would Jackie do that? Come back here after everything he went through? Maybe. Marvin still doubted it, but...there was such concern in Jackie’s eyes. Such care and worry. That had to be real, didn’t it? Slowly, Marvin leaned forward again. Jackie reached out with one hand and touched his cheek. Marvin flinched, but didn’t pull back, and that encouraged Jackie to cup Marvin’s face in both hands. After a second, he began to relax a little. It was Jackie. It was really him.

And then the hands tightened their grip. “I’m glad we could have this moment of trust.”

“Nnh—!” Marvin instinctively jerked his head backwards, but he couldn’t pull away from the hands—the blackened hands—holding his head. Nails dug into his skin. He grabbed Distorter’s wrists and tried to pull them away, but he couldn’t. Distorter’s grip was too strong, and with the heavy weight in the air pressing him down, he was too weak.

“Shhh. You’re just ruining it.” Distorter leaned closer. Marvin’s eyes darted around, trying to look anywhere except at that grinning face. There was nowhere to go. There was nowhere to go. His breathing quickened with panic. “Aw. You’re nervous. Don’t worry, I get it. It’s hard to be vulnerable. Why don’t you close your eyes and take a deep breath?”

Marvin tried to shake his head, but Distorter held it in place. Blood fell from his eyes, and he tasted iron as it stained his lips.

“I said close your eyes.” Distorter’s hands shifted, and his thumbs closed Marvin’s eyelids. They stayed in place, pressing against his eyes. “And take a deep breath.”

He couldn’t. If anything, his breath was speeding up into hyperventilation. He tried again to pull Distorter’s hands away, but they didn’t move an inch.

He heard Distorter sigh. And then suddenly he pulled Marvin’s head forward and slammed it back hard against the box wall. Marvin cried out, and Distorter did it three more times in quick succession, until Marvin let go of his wrists and went limp. He slumped against the wall, stunned, for a few seconds, breathing slowly. And then Distorter abruptly let go of his head. “There. See? Don’t you feel better?”

Marvin blinked, squinting through the blood still coming from his eyes. Not that there was much to see. Just Distorter’s black eyes and satisfied smile.

———————

Marvin’s eyes flew open, heart pounding in his chest, sweat making his hair damp. He stared up at the tiles on the hospital room ceiling. Some of the overhead lights had been turned off. Not all of them. But enough to make the room much dimmer. He looked to the left and saw Anti was still there. He was sitting in one of the new, nice hospital chairs. This one could recline. And Anti had apparently taken advantage of that, as he had leaned back and fallen asleep.

Then he turned his head the other way, and gasped. “Jems.”

Jameson was awake. His hospital bed had been propped into a sitting position. He looked over at Marvin and smiled, waving a small Hello.

“Are...’re you alrigh’?” Marvin asked.

I think I should be the one to say that, Jameson said. Are YOU alright?

Marvin squeezed his eyes shut. They were aching. A few tears leaked out, and for a brief second he expected to taste iron. He opened his eyes again. “No,” he said quietly.

Jameson stared at him sadly. I’m sorry about that, he said. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him.

“I t’ink he would’ve found a way event’ally,” Marvin mumbled. “Unless I stayed in the house all the time. A-and I...I won’ do t’at.”

I’m still sorry, Jameson said.

“T’s not your fault.” Marvin tried for a weak smile. “Besides, ye got me out of t’ere, huh? Anti said you used all your magic.”

I did. Jameson nodded. That house...it’s not a normal house anymore. It’s like its own world. It amplified my magic, but even with that, I may have overspent a bit.

“So...are ye alrigh’?”

Jameson smiled a little. I’m exhausted. Feel like shit, honestly.

Marvin let out a single laugh. “Don’ hear you say t’at often.”

Well, this really warrants it.

“Feel like shit, too,” Marvin mumbled.

Jameson’s expression turned serious. What did he do to you?

“A...a lot of t’ings,” Marvin said quietly. “I should’ve asked Anti what the doctors said. Maybe I’ll do t’at when he wakes up.”

...Why? Jameson said, turning and staring off into the distance. Why would he do that to you? Doesn’t he think of you as his “friend”?

“Friendship is twisted for him. It jus’ means he won’ kill you. It jus’ means he’d rather have you do wha’ever he wants.” Marvin swallowed. His throat felt dry. “I t’ink...I-I t’ink he was...hurt. At some point. So, in his logic, if you’re his friend...you have to hurt too.”

Jameson didn’t reply for a while. Then: I’m sorry. He didn’t look right at Marvin when he signed. I know you probably don’t want to hear it for a fourth time, but I have to say it.

“Not your fault,” Marvin repeated. “Don’t be sorry. I-I know...I know ye prob’ly feel guilty. I don’ know how to help you stop feelin’ t’at. But you did ev’ryt’ing you coul’. You and Anti. T’ere’s guilt enough between the two of ye. I don’ blame either one.” He smiled softly. “T’ank you. For gettin’ me out.”

And again, Jameson didn’t reply. He blinked, and Marvin could see the faint glimmer of tears in the dim light. We’d do it again. Every time.

“I know. And t’ank you.” Marvin looked back up at the ceiling. His eyes drifted closed once more. At least Jameson was okay. That was a small consolation.

———————

“You’re an actor, right?”

Marvin didn’t answer the question. Partly because he didn’t want to give Distorter the respect of an answer, partly because his head was swimming. The walls of the box seemed to flex slightly. They bent inward, and his breath hitched. They bent outward, and he sighed. He knew it was just a trick of his vision, but he didn’t like the idea of this already small box getting even smaller.

“Wow. Okay, don’t say anything then. Rude.” Even though Distorter was sitting with his back pressed against the opposite wall, he was much too close. “Anyway. If you’re an actor, then how come you haven’t been in a single play or movie since you got here? Or, rather...now?”

“Shuddup,” Marvin mumbled.

“Aww. Jeez, Marvin, I only want to help you out.” Distorter’s grin widened as he leaned forward. Marvin instinctively tried to back up, but of course, couldn’t go anywhere. “We should put on a play right now! Wouldn’t that be fun? Come on, let’s do it!” He crawled forward. Marvin scrambled to the side, but it was only a couple seconds before he was cornered and Distorter was leaning over him. “Get up and get ready!”

Marvin whimpered. Distorter grabbed his shirt and pulled him off the ground. He lashed out, clawing at Distorter’s blackened flesh and kicking his legs. But his movements were weak. How long had he been stuck here? How long had that weight in the air been pressing down on him? It felt like he was trying to push through water.

“Don’t be like that. Look outside!” Distorter pulled him upright—or as upright as he could in this box—and held him in place by wrapping an arm around his torso. He grabbed Marvin by the hair and pushed his head to look through the clear plastic window of the box. Outside, there were...faces. Rows of faces. An audience. He could hear the faint murmur of audience chatter from backstage. 

Backstage? There was no backstage. This was a box. And that audience couldn’t possibly be real. Yet he could feel their gaze. He saw familiar faces in the first row. The friends he’d come to know—Jameson, Anti, Jackie, Schneep—but also ones he’d left behind. He could see his grandmother. She’d died in 1921. But there she was. Staring at him. Waiting with all the rest.

“Well you can’t perform in this condition.” Distorter let go of Marvin’s hair, and his head instantly dropped. “But we can’t let them down! Good thing I have a plan.” He shifted position a bit, grabbing Marvin’s arm. Marvin didn’t think much of it until he felt something tighten around his wrist. He glanced over and saw...

String. Thick white string, like yarn used for knitting. Distorter tied it tight around his wrist, then dropped Marvin’s arm and grabbed his other one. Marvin tried to pull away, but Distorter’s grip was too tight. A second string was tied around his other wrist, too.

“There,” Distorter said happily. And he abruptly dropped Marvin. He fell to the floor at the unexpected lack of support, crying out but finding more blood from his eyes got into his mouth and choked him. He took a moment to try and wipe it all away again, and when he looked up again, Distorter had disappeared from the box. But the strings that he’d tied around his wrists remained. Not on the floor. But instead, they went up, up, up, through the trapdoor in the ceiling. Distorter’s face appeared there, and he waved a blackened hand. “On the count of three. One, two—”

Marvin yelped as the strings were pulled, yanking his arms backwards and upwards. But it didn’t stop there. They kept pulling, forcing his joints to cry out, until eventually Marvin was lifted off the floor. He stared out through the box’s plastic window and saw that audience of familiar faces again. He heard them applaud. The strings were digging into his wrists. A bit of warm liquid dripped down his arm, and he looked up to see blood coming from a cut the string had made as it dug into his skin. His feet scrambled on the ground, trying to find purchase in this awkward position where he couldn’t fully stand due to the low box ceiling, but couldn’t quite kneel because of the strings pulling upwards.

“It’s your cue!” Distorter said, voice filled with glee. “Put on a good show for everyone, hmm?”

———————

“He’s still asleep. Can you come back later?”

“Can you come back later? The nurse told me you slept here.”

“Well, he asked me to stay.”

Marvin opened his eyes immediately and looked around the room. It was the same hospital room. The window was bright now, showing a view of the next building over. He rolled over, facing towards the voices.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

“Holy fucking shit in a basket!” Anti shouted. He turned to glare at the sound, then stopped when he saw Marvin’s eyes open. “Oh. Oh! You’re awake.”

“Mm-hmm.” Marvin tried to sit up, but found he couldn’t quite make it.

There’s a little remote for adjustment to the right, Jameson signed.

“T’anks,” Marvin mumbled, searching around for it with one hand while trying to readjust his other arm to stop the beeping. After a few seconds, he found the remote, and figured out how to get the hospital bed into a half-sitting position. Then he looked back at the others. Anti and Jameson were still here, of course, but now there was a new arrival. “Stacy. H’llo.”

“Hi.” Stacy waved awkwardly. “Are you, uh...I-I wanted to come in and talk to everyone, but if you just woke up, I can come back later. We all can.” She glanced at Anti. “I’m sure we have business to take care of.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anti demanded.

“Nothing.”

Stacy, Anti was just telling me how he’d called Will and asked him if he was okay with staying at Rama’s for a bit longer, Jameson said. It seems he was alright with it. Apparently he and Michelle haven’t hung out in a while.

“Oh. Yeah, uh, good.” Stacy’s shoulders slumped with relief. Evidently, she had been worried about Anti’s son. “Well, still. I can come back.”

“No, no, you can stay,” Marvin hurried to say. “I...I want t’hear what happened when ye all came to the house.”

The other three exchanged looks. Then Stacy and Anti sat down in two of the hospital chairs. Stacy took a deep breath. “Okay. You two start.”

Marvin listened to Anti and Jameson recount their experiences in the house on Aspen Street. Their discovery that Anti had taken Marvin away, their subsequent separation, Jameson figuring out how his powers were amplified and how to manipulate the house’s repeating, reflecting rooms, and how they used that to find Marvin. Anti was vague about his experience, not saying much other than how he got stuck in an endless stairwell and heard familiar voices. But the others didn’t press.

What about you, Stacy? Jameson asked. Anything unusual happen while we were on our own?

“Yes, actually,” Stacy said quietly. She hesitated, then blurted out, “I heard my sister and the kids.”

“Hmm?” Anti perked up. “The first victims,” he said, trying to put on a spooky voice. It would have worked, if his facial expression had been sinister and not intrigued.

“They were...the voices, I mean...th-they were coming from the walls,” Stacy continued. “And when I really started to pay attention, I heard all sorts of voices in the walls. Ones I didn’t recognize at all. I think...they were past victims.” She took a deep breath. “Roxy and the kids said they were in the basement. Which, well...accurate, from what they told me about the case. So I went downstairs. No eternal staircase for me, I just went right down. And I...I saw him.”

Distorter? JJ asked, eyes wide. Did he say anything?

“No. He was trying to avoid me, I think. But I-I managed to corner him. I talked to him...and...I said his name.” Stacy whispered the last part. The others almost missed it.

“Wait. You mean—his name name?!” Anti gasped, catching on first. “Like, from before the Distorter times?” Stacy nodded. “How the fuck did you do that?! We weren’t ever able to say his name before! Even when we were trying to read it off the fucking police records!”

“I don’t know what happened!” Stacy half-shouted, sounding somewhat panicked. She shook her head. “I can’t even remember what I said anymore, but I know it was definitely his name from before. And he turned around to look at me, and his eyes weren’t that all-black thing, they were gray—”

“Gray like...like with irises?” Marvin asked.

“Yes, gray irises. A-and I realized that felt wrong, because his eyes were blue. His eyes were blue. I-I remember that his eyes were blue now.” Stacy had grabbed the fabric of her jacket at one point, lifting it away from her body, and started squeezing it tightly. “They were blue, but they were gray when I saw him.”

“Blue eyes,” Anti muttered. “Well. I guess that’s one detail in the soup of whatever his features are.”

I wonder if being in that place helped you remember, JJ speculates. None of us knew him before. But you did. And being in the house somehow let you see through this forgetting magic he has and remember his name and his eyes.

“Why were they gray, though?” Stacy asked. “Why did I see gray, but remember them as blue?”

“Lighting?” Anti suggested.

“No, it wasn’t that.” Stacy breathed in shakily. “It feels important. That the color was different.”

Maybe we won’t figure it out until later, Jameson says. But now? I think I know why Distorter flees whenever he sees you. Because you can remember.

“I only remembered while in the house, though,” Stacy reminded him.

Well, maybe there was always a chance that you would remember while you saw him. You said you cornered him, right? Before that, I don’t think you ever saw him for more than a few seconds.

“He doesn’ want to be remembered,” Marvin said quietly. He laughed. “Of course. Of course he doesn’. I—I don’ t’ink he’s ever said as much, but it...fits. Somehow.”

Stacy frowned. “Why would someone not want to be remembered? That feels weird.”

Marvin shook his head. “I don’ know. But it jus’ seems right.” He looked at the other two. Jameson was nodding slowly, his mind clearly working to fit all the pieces together. But Anti...Anti was looking down at his hands. He kept fidgeting with his fingers. Marvin couldn’t quite place the expression on his face. Solemn? Thoughtful? Something else?

Maybe if someone remembers him, he’ll lose his powers, JJ said.

“Really?” Stacy asked. “How does that work?”

I don’t know, it’s just a blind guess. JJ shrugged. But it’s worth a shot, isn’t it? Anti, you copied the police records Henrik got about the Aspen Street case, right? Do you know where they are?

“Huh?” Anti looked up. “What?”

“He made a couple copies,” Marvin remembered. “I t’ink we all got one. You and me did, I know t’at, and Schneep and Jackie—” He stopped. “Where is Jackie, by th’way? He...I don’ remember him t’ere. When you guys showed up in the house.”

The others were quiet. Anti and Jameson glanced at each other. We...don’t know where Jackie is, Jameson said slowly.

“Rama said he showed up at their house last night,” Anti said. “They said he seemed calm, but she could tell something was wrong. He...he told them that he loved them, gave Michelle a present, and...said goodbye. They haven’t heard from him since then.” He shook his head. “I-I don’t like that. It all sounds...final. And that gives me a bad feeling.”

“What...?” Marvin’s voice broke. “What—did anything happen to Jackie?”

He freaked out when we realized Distorter took you, Jameson explained. Said a lot about how we didn’t understand what being in the house was like, and how we couldn’t protect ourselves, and then...said he was going to fix it. And left.

Marvin felt his stomach drop. He bolted from his half-sitting position on the bed into an upright one. But he moved too fast. He gasped as black spots appeared in his vision, then consumed it. When he hit the pillow again, he was already out. 

———————

The applause was deafening. He knew it wasn’t real, that it was just some auditory illusion Distorter was causing, but the sound still thundered against his ears. Accompanied by laughter. They were all laughing. He couldn’t always see clearly through the blood coming from his eyes, but when his vision cleared, he saw their laughing faces.

“Look at that! They love you!” Distorter said, laughing as well.

Marvin wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and block out the sounds of the false audience. But he couldn’t. His whole body was limp, and it felt like even breathing was a struggle. He would have fallen to the ground a long time ago if it wasn’t for the strings holding him up.

“I said look at that.” Distorter’s voice was low and threatening. Marvin fought to raise his head to fully look out the box’s window at the rows of smiling faces. “Great. Now time for the grand finale.”

He couldn’t ask what that meant. His arms jerked upwards as Distorter pulled on the strings. Then he must have secured them somehow, because Distorter dropped into the box through the trapdoor, landing right next to Marvin and making him flinch. He was holding something. It took Marvin a while to recognize it, though it was familiar. His cane. The one that he’d left behind the first time Distorter tried to grab him. How long ago was that? It had been over a week when he’d been taken, but how long had Distorter kept him here?

“There’s not a lot of space in here, but I think there’s enough,” Distorter said. “Let me just test it out...” He held up the cane by one end and stretched, pointing it towards the wooden box wall. And despite how small the box was, despite how there shouldn’t have been enough room, he managed to fully extend his arm without the end of the cane even brushing against the wall. Marvin blinked. His head was spinning. That...didn’t make sense.

But there wasn’t enough time to think about it.

“Yeah! That’s what I thought!” Distorter’s grin widened. “And now—”

Marvin cried out as the wood of the cane hit him in the ribs. But he didn’t have enough time to recover before Distorter swung it again, hitting his other side. The laughter and applause of the false audience grew louder as Distorter swung faster and faster. He tried to pull back, to get away. But he couldn’t. All he could do was endure blow after blow, until the individual impacts blurred together into one steady stream of pain.

Then—

CRACK!

It felt like nothing at first. The sound was more confusing than anything. And then Marvin screamed as his leg erupted in agony.

“Ohhhh that sounded bad.” Distorter took a step backwards. “But hey, at least that was a good finale! Take a bow.” He reached up and seemed to grab something, and Marvin suddenly fell to the ground, yelping as the landing made his leg hurt more. He was sure there were tears mixed with the blood from his eyes now. “That was fun. Didn’t you have fun? Let’s do this again sometime. But I have to take care of some stuff first. I’ll be back.”

Marvin looked up, and saw that Distorter had disappeared. The false audience was gone, too, as he no longer heard their laughter. The box was back to being just a wooden box. He lowered his head to the ground. It landed in a puddle of red liquid, but he didn’t care. His hands were stretched out before him. He could see the strings around his wrists. They had gone from white to red, covered in blood. He should be worried about that, shouldn’t he? Losing blood wasn’t good. But he couldn’t keep that thought in his head for long. Not when his whole body—and especially his left leg—were aching, hurting.

He stayed there for what felt like ages, just breathing through the pain and the fog. Feeling like he was adrift in his own body. And then...he heard the faint sound of voices.

———————

“Marvin? Marvin!”

“Hhhwha...?” Marvin opened his eyes, blinking away the darkness. On his left was Anti, leaning close over him. On his right was Stacy, not as close but still hovering nearby and looking worried.

“Are you okay?” Anti asked.

“Uh...yea,” Marvin mumbled. “Wha’ jus’...?” 

“You fainted,” Stacy explained. “You must’ve tried to sit up too fast.”

“Oh.” Marvin blinked some more. He turned his head, seeing Jameson still in the opposite bed, staring at him with a worried expression. “How long’ve I...?”

Just a few minutes, Jameson said. We were wondering if we should call the nurse soon.

“A few m’nutes? Huh.” Marvin raised his right hand to rub his eyes. He noticed the bandages around his wrist. “I want’d t’ask this sooner. What...did the doctor say? About...wha’s wrong with me.”

“Well...you lost a lot of blood,” Anti said slowly. “Bruises all over. Some deep cuts in your wrists. And, uh...” He hesitated. “Your leg is broken.”

Marvin went pale. He’d expected something like that, but hearing it was an entirely different thing.

“It’s not as bad as that!” Stacy hurried to say. “It’s a partial fracture. Not broken all the way through.”

“Right, yeah.” Anti nodded. “They said it was, uh...oblong.”

“Oblique,” Stacy corrected. “It means it’s diagonal across the bone and probably caused by an impact.”

Marvin looked at Jameson. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Jameson understood the wide-eyed, pleading expression on his face. They said it’ll be healed in six to eight weeks, Jameson said. And it will stop hurting after one or two.

“...I see,” Marvin said quietly. He let out a sigh. That was just...something he’d have to wait out. It would be fine. He was used to difficulties. It would be fine. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. Still. He didn’t want to think about it right now. “Wha’ were we talkin’ about before?”

“Uh...Jackie,” Anti said.

“Righ’.” Marvin nodded. “Sounds like he didn’ react well to...the whole... kidnapping... t’ing.”

“He really didn’t,” Anti muttered. “It was a bit freaky. I-I’d never seen him act like that. And now we don’t know where he is. I—I can’t believe he just fucking left.”

Where would he even have gone? JJ wonders. He said he was going to ‘fix it.’ Where could he have gone to do that?

Marvin shook his head. “I don’ know if he had a destination in mind. He might’ve jus’...gone.”

For a moment, everyone was silent. “I can help you guys look, if you want,” Stacy offered. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but I can.”

Anti looked at her for a long time. Long enough for her to get uncomfortable and start to back away. Jameson coughed. That would be lovely, Stacy, he said. Don’t push yourself, but we’d appreciate any help.

Stacy nodded. “Right. Yeah.” She backed away towards the hospital room door. “I’ll text you guys if you find anything. I mean, if I find anything. A-and you can text me if you—anyway. Goodbye, Marvin. I hope you get well soon.”

“G’bye,” Marvin mumbled, and watched as she left.

Why’d you stare at her like that, Anti? Jameson asked.

“I just—never fucking mind,” Anti muttered. “Hey, Jackson. The doc says that you can leave by this afternoon. Probably. They want to check you out one more time.”

JJ nodded. Understandable. And Marvin?

Anti glanced back at Marvin. “...probably a few more days.”

“T’at’s fine,” Marvin said. “I know I’m in...a bad shape.”

“Yeah.” Anti nodded.

Do you want to talk about it, Marvin? Jameson asked.

Marvin was ready to say no. He was ready to say they’d talk about it another time. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. And he began to cry softly. “...yeah,” he said quietly. “A little.”

Jameson sat up straight. Anti walked over and dragged a chair over by Marvin’s bed.

They both listened to him talk for a while. Until, eventually, his energy failed him. He closed his eyes for a moment and started to drift off. He heard Anti say something in a soft voice. And he heard the creak of a hospital bed, and felt Jameson’s hand on his. Somehow, he knew they would both be there when he woke up again. And so he fell asleep peacefully. He had no dreams, and was relieved.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #jacksepticeye au #septic egos au #marvin the magnificent #1920s marvin #chase brody #distorter #antisepticeye #programmer anti #jameson jackson #the jaunty jackson #brigid writes fanfiction #septicswitchau

[thegeminisage]

ok, i only have an hour at most, but i've been informed the way forward is to the castle, so...gulp, yikes, jinkies, zoinks, etc

OKAY WELL.

firstly i tried to be funny and start at the top bc i knew. and i was right. that they put a korok here

secondly IT'S ALWAYS LIGHTNING? I DON'T HAVE ANY WOODEN WEAPONS!!!

thirdly. the fake zelda's voice is INCREDIBLY creepy. the model would've fooled me but not her voice. yyyyyikes.

ohhhh the music is different! not just what plays near it down below...

snagged a shrine for fast travel but im NOT doing that shit rn

i would say "at least theres no guardians" but....

wait. lemme check for hands.

ok, a couple on the outskirts but none IN the castle itself thankfully......

normally i'd stop and explore the entire castle, but i'm hoping there'll be time for that later...right now i'm just picking my way over to her

SHE'S TELEPORTING!!!!!!!!!!!

TRYING TO KILL MY ASS WITH MONSTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ooooh the original hyrule castle theme snuck in here.....multiple times!!!

stumbled across a korok puzzle. lol.

OOPS i fell too far and left the castle...goddammit i thought i was supposed to be going down!!! i miss the 3D map tbh

FOUND HER...the library...where her dad's diary was...wah

a HINOX??? she's gonna spawn a fucking lynel next i just know it

yooooo royal guard boots! nice

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

REDEAD

I ALMOST GOT JUMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

god i would have preferred the lynel

her study!! waaahhh

i need to go down, but not so far down i leave the castle...i can't figure out what to do >:(

FOUND IT. wah the barracks or whatever

HER VOICE IS SO CREEEEPYYYYY

omg wait aaaa the MUSIC changed..............it's HER SONG!!!

oh i see. four fights for four fake zelda...just like the objectives in any other dungeon lol. cleverly hidden, i nearly missed it

THE ROOM WHERE I FOUGHT GANON..............NO THANK YOOOOOU

oh god okay here i go!!!!!!!!

dont be a lynel dont be a lynel dont be a lynel

oh! a cutscene!

WHAT

THE

FUCK

WHATS GOING ON...IS THIS TIME TRAVEL...WHAT DID SHE DO

ive got my sword out mentally. knife emoji. i hate this little freak gimme back my GIRL

"does it bring back memories" IM GONNA KERMIT

GANONDORF????????????? DEHYDRATED VERSION?????????????

Y'ALL SWORE TO ME THIS WAS NOT ENDGAME SHIT.......................

"did my puppet entertain you" PUPPET ZELDA PUPPET ZELDA HE SAID THE THING

PHANTOM GANON????????????????????????????????????????????

oh god oh god oh god at LEAST i didnt have to do the hands first!!!!!

god by the way i like matt mercers dehydrated ganondorf voice SO much better bc he is doing a thing to make him sound less like matt mercer. he should do that all the time

PHASE TWO DISABLED MY SAGES?!?!?!?!?!!?

oh my god...oh my god...phase 1 was fun like me & the gang vs ganondorf...but now hes HARDER and im ALONE!!!!!!!

omg you can reduce the sludge and they wake up but then it gradually creeps up again 😭😭😭 thats so cool and also SCARY!!!! somebody come hold my hand

it keeps telling me the master sword is low on energy, but it also keeps not running out because it keeps GLOWING when the malice spreads......nice. fi is unkillable thanks to zelda. she stayed a dragon 10,000 years for this outcome specifically

GOT HIS ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD........OH MY GOD THE GANG IN PERSON...................oh my god oh my god i thot i knew everything but i still got to be surprised!!! immediately welled up wtf

"you stand before ganondorf" YES WE DO KING

the world that WAS and WILL BE AGAIN....TIME TRAVEL?????????? TIME TRAVEL????????????????????

oh a VISION!!! it's a cool vision though i HOLY SHIT HIS HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god..................

man the way riju is the one to clock that he's not all there yet. mwah. i love gerudo girls reading him for filth

there's sooo many good weapons on the ground here after all that a true shame i can't take them all........

omg lookout landing everyone is HERE 🥺 i miss the cool music though...

oh man...everyone's reunions are great but harth noting the injuries on tulin and how he's been doing more than his fair share...HE IS A BABY!!!

"and the princess was an impostor" FINALLY we get there

"so she's REALLY in the distant past!!!" oh my FUCKINGGGG god

i knew it. i knew it was mineru its GONNA be mineru

you can tell muzu you did the geoglyphs but not that zelda is a dragon...CMON

well well speak of She...she's flying over the great plateau right about now!

since i have only the vaguest idea of what to do about the fifth sage im gonna farm some parts and then call it quits for now

okay, i did it. i will now be lying down for the next 6,000 business years.

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

[jjkeverlast]

can i rant some? i just wanna say im so tired? :( just back from holidayyy in another country, on sunday morning. sikeee and then i have to work todayyyy… like my firsttt workk ever? the work that ive been waiting for? im literally just graduating on augusttt and tbh i feel like it’s so late since my friends start working alrdy but little did i know i need more off day free time thirsting on jungkook 😭 and sike the office is so fucking far from my house and ughhhh got out at 6:45 a.m arriving at the office 9:20, clock out at 6:20pm and arriving home at 9:30pm. i justtt… im tired 😭 i miss my days when i can freely watch jungkook and all but no more i guess? im only 22 ffs but hmm i wanna cry tbh but maybe i just got back from holiday? right? and jungkook been online and i feel like im missing out right? but ughhhh okay need to sleep :((( i need some motivation ughhhh

oh nooo you sound so overwhelmed with stress and everything around you. i’m just going to say this, it’s okay to miss out on something. it doesn’t feel great but it’s not a crime. don’t overstress about it. you can always come back later on and check 🥺 it’s not going anywhere!!

oh wow your schedule :(( it’s not easy getting used to something that doesn’t really bring the same comfort and happiness as it used to. you’re just growing up anon!! it’s all a part of it. thirsting for jungkook can always be possible, no matter how busy you are. i’m sending you a hug from me (with consent) and wishing you all the best. please make sure to rest and remind yourself that it’s okay to miss out. it happens to all of us!

go sleep, i’m sending you a lot of motivation and good vibes from me and my smol bedroom. 💞🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷💞💞💞🩷 feeding you some cutie patootie jungkook to make you smile 🥺 you got this sweetheart!!

#anon #lati's mailbox📬

[maisondrew]

You’ve been on my mind lately. I think it started when i went to the club with ivan. he sat next to me and asked me how ive been, and put his arm around me and just showed mad love "yo im really glad you're here, we havent chilled in a minute". he said. Sybyr played earlier today and it hit. I think tonight is the night i finally get the chance to grieve you.

Music was our bond since the moment we met. “Je suis le noir le plus blanc que tu vas rencontrer”. When i found out you listened to metal in grade 10. Shameless in your identity and your taste in music is what i loved about you. Putting me on ferg, uzi and even tried to put me on korean pop. When you hit me and martin up to hangout in the summer, there was a part of me that dreaded it. When i left emmanuel i felt as though i made sure to remove myself from anyone there and went as far as dissociating from the identity i had there. Kept in touch with the ones i truly had love for and moved on. Seeing you meant i had to tap into that identity. Martin and i dont even fuck with each other like that anymore. The day came and martin ghosted, i pulled through. I hadnt seen you in years. You asked me to call jaya, and i did. We spent time in the parkinglot talking about life, music and the men we chose to be. You pulled up in a white beamer. You were level headed but i could tell you were happy about the car. kept emphasizing how it meant nothing to you. “I stay out of trouble. Mes amis font des bhays, moi j’vais au travail, et je rentre chez moi, je veux rien savoir.” I think that line of yours echoes through my conscious the loudest. “Je veux bouger au ouest, c’est calm ici”.

On the night Wednesday, August 10th, i was riding my motorcycle to the old port. The sun was setting and the sky was magnificent, but i couldnt shake this feeling in my stomach. The entropy in the air was strong, why does it feel like my clock is holding on by a thread? I was particularly paranoid and i couldn't comprehend why. My sixth sense was feeling particularly hazy. “is this how i go? will it be a pothole or an accident? am i gonna get drunk tn and drive into a lightpole?” I was playing eeny meeny miny moe, which one of these cars is going to projectile me on the otherside of the highway? I felt death lingering around me until i made it to the club that night. A fight broke out, and my boy got involved, so i got involved, is this it? collateral in a fight? but no, i was okay.

It was jeffs story that i saw first in the morning. “What the fuck does he know about you, why the fuck would he post that?” i messaged him, that shit wasnt funny, i was heated at 9 am. I checked cobis story, and texted jaya right away, l kept refreshing my phone while driving to work. This cant be real. But it was. The only time adulthood escapism was of any service; i was in brampton while people walked your vigil. I felt like i didnt show up for you the way you showed up for me in the west. When i came back i made sure to go to your funeral. I went alone on my bike. Found a seat and witnessed people speak on your name. Your family, your friends, and your mother. Your strong spirited mother. It was all still surreal. At your burial i was accompanied by some familiar faces, which made me feel some comfort. Your mom left fast. I wanted to stay as long as i could so i did. People came to you to say their good bye. I shied away, i didnt wanna front on anyone. One of your boys played uzi, the track you showed me in highschool. Eventually when people moved away, ivan put his arm around me and said: “come, we need to say good bye” ivan, devin, crystel and i came to see you. I put my hand on your casket and i prayed.

I prayed you found the quiet you looked for. I apologized for not putting effort to see you when i could have. And i thanked you for the music. I thanked you for the time, and thanked you for coming to see me and keeping in touch. You were always so big yet so gentle. I was far from being your closest friend, but the little bit of mutual love and respect we had for each other was enough to have me aching writing to you now. I know its meek, but i hope it is strong enough to travel to you. you really broke my heart. May your soul travel in music forever.

long live jaystarz.

[technowoah]

if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

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[shotorozu]

TITLE : hospital stay

PAIRING : bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS : you’re in the hospital on your boyfriend’s birthday, and bakugou seems to have no issue with spending it in there.

WARNING(S) : MHA MANGA SPOILERS ‼️ (recent arc)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, a quirk similar to the avatar but that’s about it.

note(s) : so, it’s bakugou’s birthday. and i had this idea since march 20 😦 so i’ve been waiting for his birthday to come for literally a month but i didn’t want to post this way too early. alsooo i don’t know if this arc happened near spring but lets pretend it did for the sake of the story

When you woke up, the fluorescent lights were the first to hit your face

Following by the incoming beeping of a monitor, and the sudden throbbing of your head, the dryness of your throat evident.

Blinking slowly (or trying to, your other eye being a bit delayed.) you try recalling what just happened. You’re in a hospital, that’s one thing you know, but the specifics are still unknown to you.

Right. You remember now, you were fighting along side your classmates, and you managed to get blasted away when you thought that shielding Bakugou Katsuki would work. Yeah, you were sure that you were going to get an earful from him, if he—

You jolt when you notice said blond standing right next to your bed, vermillion eyes staring deep into your own, and somewhat— you could feel the weight and intensity in the stare

“S-since when did you get here?” You’re startled, and your voice is hoarse. Bakugou doesn’t formulate a response, and chooses to avoid the question as a whole.

“Finally you’re up.” He rolls his eyes. He looks much better than you remembered, despite having a few bandages on his forehead— he looked well. “It’s been 5 fucking days.”

“Five days?” You question out loud, your sense of time all disorganized. You clench your hand, just to see if your quirk was still working. Seeing air, fire, water, and just.. something, would relieve your worries— but a look from the blond shot you down quickly. You decided that it was wise if you didn’t try.

The blond seems to be done with the conversation, since he immediately walks out of the room. Actually, why was he here? You’d expect him to be laying down in bed, but despite being hit with that beam, he was walking around like everything was fine.

He comes back with a few other nurses, and they’re relieved to see that you’re awake— and even though they’ve bombarded you with questions with how you felt, you couldn’t brush off the feeling of a pair of ruby eyes on you.

Just, glaring. It’s nothing abnormal.

When the nurses finally leave you alone, giving you details of a few injuries— like your injured— well, burned eyelid that honestly stung (it came from the fire aspect of your quirk) you would’ve expected to be alone in your hospital room for the rest of your time there but Bakugou stayed.

“You’re going to tell me why you jumped in front of me?”

You were expecting to be questioned by him, after all— what you did didn’t exactly shield him, since he was also pierced. You didn’t expect the interrogation to be happening this soon

“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to fucking know.” And he suddenly changes his mind, just like that.

You would’ve said impulse as an answer, but you doubt that he would’ve taken that seriously. And besides, you were kind of glad he changed midway that he didn’t want your answer. Your voice feels parched, despite chugging down a glass of water earlier.

“Did you check up on Deku?” You cringe when you hear cracks in your voice, and the dryness is unbearable to your throat, but he nods. “Idiot’s knocked out cold.”

He doesn’t mention the fact that you were one of the last few people that were still rendered unconscious.

“Your throat sounds like the sahara desert. Do me a favor and drink up.”

You blink owlishly at the glass of water that was set on the mini table, and when you drink up— it actually does something to relieve (temporarily) the dryness.

It was a consequence of your quirk after all, using your quirk too much would cause your body to feel sore, and everywhere to feel dry, and he knew that.

Bakugou was acting uncharacteristically, and you just don’t know why. Maybe it’s not so uncharacteristic of him, since he’s been less of an asshole as of recently, but you know that he would probably deviate from the question if you asked, so the both of you sat in silence.

—

It’s the next day, the same as yesterday— except it looked like dawn when you woke up. Bakugou also appeared at the side of your bed once again, almost as if he was there for quite some time.

“Nice to see you too,” You think to yourself, and you’re glad you didn’t actually say that out loud. You try to stand up straight, but Bakugou’s quick to push your back against the pillows.

“Don’t sit up, that’s idiotic.”

“Right, sorry. How did you get here? Isn’t it too early?” The parched throat came back. Though the ‘magical’ baku-water helped, it’s effects were only temporarily, sadly.

“You call 7am early?” Right, because for him— 7am isn’t that early, you even remember seeing him up at 6 sometimes.

“Actually, wait.” You blink, trying to recall what day it was, and what month it was. You recalled it being spring but.. was it March? or was it April already?

“What.. day is it today?”

It was almost like he was hesitant to say, “..April 20.”

“What the— April 20?” You’re appalled, because the last time you remembered, it wasn’t anywhere near April 20, but maybe it’s your 5 day unconsciousness to be blamed. “Isn’t it your birthday?”

“Shut up,” He mumbles, and he shifts around the room in search of something, but it’s too dim to be able to tell.

“Medicine. The nurses said you should take it now.”

You don’t reply.

“It’s for your Sahara desert throat. The other things are for your fucked up eye and injuries.”

That seems to be enough to convince you to take the medicine, and despite wanting to run away screaming from the bitterness, you take the medicine— not wanting to be met with any consequences

“Why are you spending your birthday here?”

“Do idiots like you ask that many questions?” He shoots back, and you’re unfazed by the fact that he just called you an idiot. You wouldn’t blame him.

“No but.. you seem fine.”

“A few days ago I was not, but now I am because I took medicine.” He walks over to untwist a few medicine caps, it appears to be for your eye.

“So, Does my eye look fine?” You bat your eyelashes just to mess with him, and he flicks your forehead with an ointment cap “No.”

“Sorry, sorry,” You laugh, choosing to completely ignore the sudden sharp pain when you laugh.

He bends down to reach eyelevel, “Can you see?”

“Sorta.” Your eye has this thin blur filter to it, that can’t be good— can it? Going blind in one eye, and having to wear an eye patch.

It was almost on cue, because Bakugou says “You’ll be rocking the pirate look if you don’t take your medicine,” Instead of handing the medicine for you to apply, he quickly applies a decent amount around your eyes— not giving you a warning whatsoever.

You wince slightly, but you’re glad it’s over. But why is he playing nurse with you? And why was he brushing off the fact that it’s literally his birthday.

—

Through out the entire day, Bakugou continued to act as if he had some responsibility over you. From helping you put on your medicine, to just monitoring you with eyes of a hawk. The fact that he chose to ignore all your protests was just a part of him.

His behavior was also very.. interesting. It would swing from being his usual self, to being this eerily quiet and calm Bakugou. You would’ve guessed that you were having a fever dream, if it weren’t for the fact that he wore his usual scowl on his face.

What remained consistent, despite it all— was that he stayed. He ate lunch in your room. He only left when the doctors and nurses asked him too, but that was only temporary. He stayed with you the entire day, even when the clock stroke 5pm.

But it’s quite literally his birthday? Why would he spend it in a hospital room with some extra? Or idiot? Let alone, why would he take care of said idiot/extra on his birthday? You don’t know because he refuses to tell you on why he spent it here.

“Did you at least get some cake or something?” You ask for the umpteenth time, Bakugou’s paced back and forth for some medicine bottles and bottles of water, and you could tell that he was scowling, despite the fact that he was facing the other direction, “Why the hell would I want cake? You’ve been asking weird shit all day.”

“Because it’s your birthday? Seriously— have you been brainwashed into thinking that it’s not your birthday?”

“What— fuck no. I haven’t been brainwashed.” He turns over to you, “I know today is my birthday.”

“Okay, so you know. Why aren’t you celebrating then? Did people forget? Or am I finally going insane?”

Bakugou chooses to stay silent. He stands up, and walks over to you— everytime he moves closer, you could feel your heart pound, luckily not at a dangerous rate.

“Birthday, birthday, birthday” He grumbles, quiet, but loud enough for you to hear. “That’s all you’ve been talking about. As if like you weren’t the one in the hospital bed as we speak.”

“Okay, is it wrong to remember your birthday?”

“Shut up, I didn’t say that.” He gets closer once again, almost to the point that your faces weren’t that far away.

“You’ve just been so concerned about my damn birthday, that you haven’t even taken a good look at yourself,” He gestures at you, by looking you up and down

You finally take observation of all of the gauzes, the IV tubes, and bandages, his words forcing you to look at what was reality.

“I don’t know why you did what you did, jumping in front of me like some kind of heroic bastard, it’s dumb. For all I know, I should be screaming at you, and wishing you the worst for that.” He clenches his fist when he recalls, the scene replaying in his head

“But what I am saying is that, you can give me a gift if you’re so fucking concerned about my birthday. It’s the least you can do.” His statement is solid enough for you to take him seriously. You wouldn’t have if he was scowling, but it’s quite.. different. An expression you’ve seen all day, but seeing it up close is a different story.

“And that would be..?” You gulp, anticipation bubbles

And just like that, he presses his lips against yours, the warmth of his lips sending shocks of warmth all around your body— the impact was abrupt, but the kiss as a whole was surprisingly gentle

Yet, it was also similar to his quirk, it sparked up spurs of need and sent goosebumps all over your body.

You place a hand on his shoulder, the tubes around your arms making it too difficult to wrap your arms around him as you deepened the kiss, Bakugou’s touch is cautious when he lays his hand on a spot that was the least affected, aware of your injuries. Pushing the small of your back with his hand quite gently, he kisses you like it’ll be the very last— even though you both know it won’t be.

When you both pull back, you’re taken aback— unable to think of coherent words, and a proper response.

But this damn bastard, he smirks at you knowing that he just sent shocks and explosions of intense feelings all around your body, your lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Wait, that’s unfair!”

“What?”

“I had no idea you even liked me!”

“For the fucking longest time I did, why the hell would I even be in some extras room, if I didn’t care about them?!” He tries not to yell too loudly but, the tone of his voice gets raised

You blink, “And you preferred playing nurse with your crush this entire time, instead of spending it properly like well.. everyone else?”

“Who the hell said— Fucking hell, do I have to kiss you again for you to understand?”

“Enlighten me,” Your mouth quirks up into a smile, which ultimately causes his cheeks to be set ablaze.

“Playing fucking nurse with you isn’t horrible. It’s one way to spend my birthday, even when you give me shit about it” His brows press together, trying to drown out his flustered expressions with a scowl, “There’ll be more birthdays to come, so why would I be ‘wasting’ it here? There, that’s it. You happy now?”

Silence.

“..More than happy. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your thing for playing nur—”

“Don’t you fucking finish that thought,” He says stern. “I’m going to get the nurses to check on you, and then— I’ll go home and come back again, tomorrow.”

He storms off, and when the blond is sure that he’s not in your line of vision anymore— he slumps against the wall

“Fucking hell, they’re driving me crazy.” He mumbles, recalling what he had pulled off earlier.

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[hangovercurse]

The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About iii

Colson takes you on your first date.

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, teeth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2721

| i | ii | iv | v |

Friday couldn’t come soon enough, even though it was only 5 days after your encounter at Pete’s house. You had been texting each other all week, he would send you pictures of him in the studio and you would tell him of the various artists you were working with.

And you were both avoiding Pete like the plague.

You felt bad, you really did. You loved your older brother, a lot. But if you were around him you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him about the date. You told him everything, and it was already hard enough not to tell him when you weren’t around him.

You were so nervous about hiding the date beforehand that you never stopped to consider what would happen afterwards. On one hand if it went really well, there would most likely be more, and if it went really bad, you’d have to explain to Pete why you didn’t want to be around the guy you’d gotten along so well with.

None of that crossed your mind. What did cross your mind, however, was that you had no idea where you were going. You had been asking Colson all week, trying to plan an outfit, but he wouldn’t tell you.

You’ll find out on Friday.

Okay but that still doesn’t help me

You’ll look amazing in whatever you wear

I will end you -_-

I would let you

You smiled a bit too wide when you read that, a blush coming to your cheeks.

Just wear something casual 😊

“JuSt WeAr SoMeThInG cAsUaL”

I mean you could just show up naked…

-_-

Just saying ;p

Watch yourself Kelly

I’d rather watch you

 Friday came along, and you were looking at the clock every 5 minutes. Lea, a new artist that you had been writing with for the past few months, took notice. “Someone’s got a big date tonight.”

You tilted your head and sent a joking glare to the girl. “I’m just saying, you’re looking at the clock like it’s gonna explode.” She smiled as you sighed.

“I haven’t been on a date in so fucking long, Lea.” You whined, throwing your head back, “I’m so excited.”

She chuckled, “who’s the lucky guy?” She shook her shoulders and you let out a giggle.

“I technically can’t tell you that.”

Her eyes went wide, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

You smiled widely, “technically speaking I’m not supposed to be going on a date with him. He’s kind of my brother’s best friend.”

Her jaw dropped, hands spreading on the table, “you’re joking!” You laughed loudly, shaking your head. “Y/N that’s against sibling law!”

“I know, I know. But it’s not my fault he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen and he’s into me. What was I supposed to do?” You frowned and she sighed.

“What does he look like?”

“I would show you a picture but then you would know who he is, but I can tell you he’s hot as fuck.”

Lia pouted, the wheels spinning in her head. “Wait, so he’s famous?” You bit your lip, giving her her answer. “Holy shit, Y/N! What if the press catches you guys out together? Pete’s definitely gonna see then.”

You groaned, throwing your head into your hands, “I know, but it’s just one date. And he promised it would be somewhere secluded.”

“Ohhh.” She dragged out the last sound, her voice getting higher. “Secluded, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re paying me to write songs for you, not tell you about my love life.” You giggled and she sighed.

“Fine, but if you don’t write a song about all this, I’m gonna be very upset.”

“Whatever you say, Lea.”

 I’m outside

Your heart skipped a beat when you got his text, checking yourself out in the mirror once more. “Fuck it, here goes nothing.” You mumbled to yourself before walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. You had told Colson to pick you up behind the building, so that if there were any paps on the street, they wouldn’t see you.

You walked out to find him leaning against his car, a smirk coming to your lips as you drank him in. He looked even hotter than that first night, and you knew you were in for trouble. When he saw you, he bit his bottom lip, a smile on his face as he checked you out.

“Hey.” You said once you got close to him. “I’m supposed to be going on this date tonight with this really hot Rockstar, have you seen him?” You tilted your head slightly.

He raised an eyebrow at you before deciding to follow along. “A hot Rockstar? Hm, no, I don’t think I have.”

“Bummer, I was really excited.” You let out a dramatic sigh.

He chuckled, “sounds like an asshole, if you ask me.”

“Oh, he totally was.” You giggle, scrunching your nose, “but the coolest asshole I’ve ever met.”

“I mean, I’m not hot asshole Rockstar but I do have a car. I could take you out instead?” You tilted your head, pretending to think about it.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know…” You trailed off, a smirk still on your lips.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand and leading you to the passenger side seat as he spoke. “Oh my god just get in the car.”

You chuckled as you sat down, him joining you a few moments later. You looked over at him as he started the car, still half convinced you were dreaming. He caught you staring, sending you a glance before he pulled from where the car was. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled, not looking away from him.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I am going to crash this car.” He chuckled, a blush coming to his cheeks as he paid attention to the road in front of him, trying to ignore your gaze.

You giggled, turning to face forward. “I can’t help it,” you started, “you’re nice to look at.”

He rolled his eyes, “well I could’ve told you that.”

You leaned your head back, letting out a dry laugh. “And not conceited at all.”

He bit his tongue, both of you grinning like idiots as you drove down the streets of New York. You continued to bother him about where he was taking you, but he wouldn’t budge, telling you that you would find out when you got there.

He pulled into a small dirt parking lot next to an expanse of trees. There were only two other cars in the lot, and the forest seemed secluded. He turned the car off, getting out and walking over to open your door, helping you up. “This is cute.” You said, taking in the scenery around you. It wasn’t very often you got to be around nature without a lot of people crowding the wildlife.

Colson smiled as he opened the trunk, pulling out a literal picnic basket and blanket. “Yeah, well, you’re cute. So, I thought it would be fitting.” You blushed, reaching out to try and take the blanket from his hand but he moved it out of your reach.

You pouted, “well I was gonna try and hold your hand but both of your hands are full so I guess I’ll just have to suffer.”

Colson rolled his eyes, shifting so that the blanket rested on top of the basket all in one hand, grabbing yours with the other. You intertwined your fingers with his, the feeling very natural. You had never been this straight-forward with a guy, especially one you just met, but it just came so easily with Colson. “All you had to do was ask, princess.”

Your cheeks turned red at the nickname, so you turned your head away from him slightly. He chuckled at the movement and you pouted. Colson swung your arms as you walked onto a trail leading through the forest. “This is really cheesy, you know that, right?” You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, meeting your eyes, “Yeah, I know.”

“Very un-Rockstar-like.” You commented. “If anyone found out you were a hopeless romantic your reputation would be ruined.”

“No one would believe you if you told anyone.” He laughed, “but you have to admit, this is gonna be the best first date you’ve ever been on.”

You were too distracted by his blue eyes to notice the scenery around you, the beautiful trees swaying with the slight breeze, the sound of water rushing in the distance. “I guess we’ll see.” You smirked; your tongue pressed against your bottom teeth.

“You are mean.” He muttered, shaking his head. You giggled, finally taking your eyes off his and finding the shoreline a few hundred feet in front of you. Your smile widened at the sight and you squeezed his hand.

“You really are a hopeless romantic.” You giggled as your feet hit the sand and Colson groaned at your words. “I like it!”

He grinned at you as you grabbed the blanket from his arm, spreading it out. “Well, we couldn’t exactly go out to the city without risking being seen and you deserve better than my house. So, you get a picnic on the beach.”

You rolled your eyes as he set the picnic basket down, sitting on the blanket and pulling you down next to him. “Just say you thought it would be romantic.”

“I never said I didn’t!” He opened the basket, pulling out various dishes and setting them onto the blanket in front of you. He then pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

You raised your eyebrow, “didn’t take you as a wine drinker.” You giggled

His eyes went wide, “just let me have this, woman.”

“I wasn’t complaining, I just think it’s kind of funny.” He rolled his eyes as you leaned into him, his arm wrapping around you. “Seriously, though, this is really sweet. No one has ever taken me on a picnic date.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, smile never leaving you.

“If you tell anyone I did this I’ll kill you.” He mumbled and you hid your laugh.

“I thought no one would believe me?” You looked up to his face, taking in his sharp jawline. You wanted to lean up and press your lips to it, but you resisted the temptation. You felt his chest move as he laughed silently, pulling you even closer to him.

The rest of the night passed just as easily, conversation flowing naturally between you and Colson. He told you all about his daughter, his friends, and the movie that he and Pete had wrapped. You talked about your music and the people you were writing for. It was easy to just exist around him, something that didn’t happen with very many people. Colson was real and open and made everything else seem to just disappear. You could understand why Pete had taken such a liking to him.

You two had stayed long after the food was gone and the sun had set. Colson brought out two candles and lit them, making you swoon even further. It was like a fairytale, and you never wanted to leave.

Throughout the night there were moments when you almost grabbed his face and kissed him, and you were sure he felt the same way. But you didn’t want to mess up what was going so well by moving too fast. And you still hadn’t discussed the not-so-small challenge of your relationship, Pete.

Eventually, when you had almost fallen asleep in his tattooed arms, Colson decided you guys had best be leaving. You packed up the food and candles, making jokes and basking in each other’s presence. Once Colson had placed everything back in the trunk, he made his way over to the passenger side door that you were leaning against.

He placed his hands against the car on either side of you, leaning down to be as level as possible with you. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” You said, softly.

His face was dangerously close to yours, the intimacy taking your breath away. “I did too.” His voice matched yours. His eyes wandered your face, occasionally drifting down to your lips before pulling away.

“I really like you, Colson.”

He smiled widely; his eyes gleaming. “I really like you too, Y/N.” He mimicked your phrasing. “What would you say if I said I wanted to take you out again?”

Your tongue peeked out between your lips slightly, “I guess you’ll have to ask and find out.”

He let out a sigh, “you are not gonna go easy on me, are you?” You shook your head, your smirk reaching your eyes. “Good.” He whispered, leaning in closer to you. You could move forward and close the gap between your lips, but you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move. “Will you go out with me again? Soon?”

You smiled at his eagerness, “I would love to. How soon?”

“Does Sunday make me sound too eager?”

You tilted your head, humming. “Nah, Sunday’s perfect.”

“Would it make this night better or worse if I kissed you right now?” His words made your heart flutter, your arms moving up his chest to rest lazily on his shoulders.

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” He chuckled at that, glancing up.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He whispered but the smile on his face screamed volumes.

You giggled softly, “are you gonna kiss me or not?”

His smile widened before he leaned in to meet your lips. His hands moved to your waist as you pulled him closer to you by his neck. This kiss was different from the first ones you shared, it was soft and sweet. You weren’t hungry for each other, dancing in the dark to hide from your brother and taking the few moments you could get, you were just two people kissing for the sake of it.

He pulled away slowly, his nose still touching your own. You both stood there for a while, enjoying the feeling of the other and the breeze that blew between you. Finally, he mumbled, “We should probably get going.” Despite his words, he didn’t move.

You nodded in agreement against him but also made no effort to get in the car. Instead, you leaned forward and captured his lips in yours again. It was small and quick, but just as sweet. “Fuck I’m already so far gone.” Colson mumbled before pushing himself off of you, his eyes locked on yours.

You blushed, leaning off the car and finding the handle. “You aren’t the only one.”

 Your hand was intertwined with his the entire way home, both of you grinning like idiots as music played quietly on the radio. “I don’t want to be the one to bring it up, but what are we gonna tell your brother?” He asked, his eyes on the road.

You sighed, looking out the window, “I don’t know yet. I don’t wanna hide anything from him but at the same time if we told him he’d freak out.”

“But why would it bother him that much?” Colson asked, and you frowned.

“I don’t know, I think he’s worried about what happens if we break up. He doesn’t have many close friends and he seems to really like you, so he doesn’t want to have to choose between us or feel awkward around us if things end badly.”

Colson nodded, thinking. “But he wouldn’t pick me over you, ever. I wouldn’t let him.”

“Yeah, and he knows that but it doesn’t make it any easier for him.” You sighed. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll try and bring up the idea and see how he reacts.”

“It’s your decision. And if you decide that you don’t wanna do this with me because of Pete, I’d completely understand.” You smiled at his words, your heart melting at his thoughtfulness.

You squeezed his hand, “You are so much sweeter than you let people think, you know that?” He nodded, a soft smile on his features. “I’m not giving up on this.” You whispered.

“I won’t either.” He glanced over at you, briefly taking in your angelic appearance before turning his eyes back to the road.

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[kaysayshey]

Hey Kay,

I saw your prompt, congrats on 400 followers! I sent you the questions on the form but I can re do it here if you need. I kept my name there so you may be fine.

The the lyrics prompt “Monsters” by Katie Sky would be cool. For the prompt sfw with some angst and fluff is always good. No rush.

Bnha with the character being Aizawa or Hawks. Who ever may flow for you more.

If you need anything else let me know! Congrats again and good luck on your event!

❝ you've got the chance to see the light even in the darkest night ❞

aizawa shouta x reader, angst to comfort (ish)

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it was never meant to be like this. but the reality of heroics also holds the antithesis of it - evil, acts of violence in the name of some greed-fueled fervor. bringing children into it, whether they be training for hero work or not, had you clutching your chest. they were innocence, they were young. they deserved to at least make it to adulthood before being thrust into that all-consuming battle, one that had maintained its consistency for as long as you could remember.

and seeing your husband in the hospital after the usj battle had you cursing the genetics settled in your dna. in his, in every other quirk-possessing individual you knew. it was past the point of no return, each generation wrought with power stronger than anyone should have to bear. and now, with aizawa's eye bandaged up, his body painted shades of purple and red that felt so foreign, you wanted to scream.

low hospital beeps intermingled with his soft breathing were the only sounds in the room. nurses and doctors had come in, checking his vitals, administering pain medication via iv. he'll be okay, everything is going to be okay. but it wasn't going to be okay, nothing ever felt okay anymore. it had been two days. two days without his low rumble of a voice, without a hand ruffling through your hair with his own brand of affection.

day merged to night, the hours on the clock passing by in a blur. the nurses kept offering food, water, anything. but nothing would make the ache go away, take away the reality of the situation. you could have very well lost him, and then what? you shook your head, fasting during this odd and unwelcome vigil. the colors of the sky cast shadows onto his face, the colors only serving to remind you how long you had been waiting.

yellows to reds, reds to violet, and violet to a deep indigo, one that pushed your eyes closed. resistance was futile - they hurt, bloodshot and heavy by your own insistence. when they finally shut, your dreams were fitful, unwanted memories of every time he had come home battered and rundown to you replaying like a horror film. the colors faded into black and white.

you don't know how long you slept. hours mean nothing in the land of dreams, and you weren't privy to its mysteries and fickle rules. but you let yourself be awash in its darkness until the realities of life brought you back.

a low murmur of your name had you groaning, your head throbbing from days of neglecting your own needs. fuck, what could anyone possibly need from you, you were waiting for him, he was-

"jesus, y/n. what happened to you?" aizawa's familiar voice had your eyes snapping open.

"me?" you bit back incredulously, jaw dropping in utter shock. he had the gall to ask what happened to you? what did they put in his iv? "are you fucking kidding me, shouta?"

that turned the corners of his lips upwards, a gesture so comforting that it brought tears to your lashline. the absolute bastard.

"you look like you've seen a ghost, angel," he replied simply, stretching a hand out slowly to wrap around one of your own. that contact was enough to bring the air to your lungs, as though you'd been breathing at only a fourth of your capabilities from the moment he'd been brought in. "were you worried or something?"

an eyeroll at his teasing. always one to keep your anxieties at bay.

"maybe something like that," you mumbled, your other hand reaching to press against his cheek. gentle, like he was glass. like he was yours to protect, which now... now he was.

"you never have to, angel. i'll always come home to you." a promise, one that he never made lightly. none of his promises were ever broken.

"no, no i won't," you mumbled, unable to hold his eyes. "i'm going to take nezu up on his offer after all."

his unbandaged eye went wide, a look that begged, pleaded for you to take it back. but you wouldn't, not this time.

"no buts, shouta. if you're in this fight, then i am, too. you always protect me, your students, this city. it's time i protect you, too." the words came out stuttered, knowing that this time you wouldn't go back no matter how hard he tried. "i'll be here for you. just like you are for me. deal?"

his eye shut closed, exasperation clear. his former smile had turned to a thin line, but he soon let out a heavy sigh, eye opening to meet yours once more. the small smile came back, a bit more tense this time. but you'd take it.

"deal, angel."

#mha aizawa #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x gender neutral reader #angst to comfort #kays 400 event #only the lonely survive #for ajaviary #based on monsters by katie skye #pls listen to the recommended songs too!