#please. I’m sorry I’m crying so much j can’t help it right now but please please stay alive

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

I've literally been crying all day and all I want is jj to come thru my window and comfort me 🫡🫡

you drew stars around my scars

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader

warnings: talks of verbal fighting, bad relationship with parents

summary: after being grounded by your parents, your boyfriend shows up to comfort you.

authors note: thank you so much for the request! i really appreciate it :) i’m so sorry to hear that but if you ever want to talk, i’m always free, even just to listen! i hope i didn’t do too bad on this and i hope you enjoy. i love writing these so please!! more requests!

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you’d been crying for what felt like hours on end. you hated being grounded. it meant you couldn’t even go see your best friends or your boyfriend.

that had only began to make you sob harder. though you had seen jj just before you’d come home earlier in the day and received the news, you missed him so much.

you were used to seeing him every day for hours, even spending your nights or weekends with him. and now you couldn’t see him for a full month. all because your annoying ap teacher dropped you to a C for being absent during a test?

you had explained to your parents multiple times that it’d shoot right back up to an A when you retake it next week, but of course they didn’t listen. they never do.

you wiped your eyes with the inside sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing. jj’s hoodie. you held back even more tears.

before you could lay down and get comfortable to try to head to bed, there was a sequence of knocks at your window. you sniffled and got up off the bed, wearily walking over to the glass, finding your boyfriend waving obnoxiously at you.

you quickly undid the lock and helped him push it open. “hi baby,” he said with a big smile. you watched it falter when he saw your face. “hey, what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

you moved out of the way to allow him inside. he immediately kicked off his boots and shut the window behind himself, locking it then turning to you. his eyes scanned your face as another tear fell.

he gently grabbed your hand and led you to the bed, taking a seat on the side of it then pulling you to stand between his spread legs so you were at eye level with each other. “what’s wrong, sweet girl? what happened?”

his hands gently cradled your face while his thumbs lightly swiped at the tears falling down your pink cheeks. you only sobbed harder and quickly wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your body flush against his.

he was quick to return it, his arms wrapping around your waist to meet at your lower back. “you’re okay, baby. i’ve got you,” he cooed softly.

you sobbed into his neck, your body shaking against his. “my—my parents grounded me,” you finally said.

he rubbed a comforting hand up and down your back. “‘s okay, sweetheart. we’re not gonna forget about you,” he smiled against your shoulder. “what happened this time?”

“my stupid ap b—bio teacher gave me a C and—and they saw it and flipped,” you cried. “i don’t wanna be grounded, j.”

he turned his head to kiss at your neck gently, squeezing you even tighter. “i know, baby. how long you grounded for?”

“a month,” you whined. “i can’t do a month, jj. i can’t not see you for a—a month.”

sobs wracked your body at the thought of not seeing him for that long. he left more soft kisses against your skin before pulling you back slightly so you could look him in the eyes. “a silly little rule your parents made won’t ruin anything, sweet girl. i’ll come visit you every night, ok? maybe i’ll even try to sneak you out with me.”

he placed a gentle kiss to your lips. “promise?” you asked, voice shaking.

the blonde held out his pinky with a toothy grin. “i promise, baby.”

#gracies asks and requests 💌 #gracie writes jj maybank 🌸 #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank angst #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x you #obx jj #jj obx #jj maybank imagine #jj outer banks #jj maybank one shot

[kestisvrse]

making up for lost time

pairing ⋆ harry osborn (ps5) x gn!reader. angst, fluff. crushing.

synopsis ⋆ harry comes to visit you after being m.i.a for a year.

warnings ⋆ cringe rizz, anxious, first time writing. | wc: 0.6k

everyone has those days were they wake up and can just sense somethings going to happen that day, and living in new york city with a literal superhero swinging around, the feeling was often correct.

today… today was different. it was like a pit in your stomach you get as a kid the night before christmas, the excitement of santa coming in your house to put presents under the tree kind of feeling.

which was odd, because it was around six now, sun almost set as golden hues set along the buildings of new york. unlocking your apartment door you huffed slightly, the anxious feeling for nothing ruined your day, filled you with paranoia.

setting your things down you head for the kitchen to grab any leftovers and plop down on the couch to watch a show to relax, but that moment of peace was quickly interrupted. furrowing your brows as a knock appeared at your door, setting your food back on the table and rising from your seat you shuffled towards the door.

unlocking the door you are met with harry osborn, a face you hadn’t seen in over a year besides the photos tapped in your room and in your camera roll.

he stood there grinning, auburn hair a little messy, like he had been running against the wind, the lightest freckles covering his face that could be missed easily, but you remembered them vividly. he wore a grey henley with a army green jacket, and before you could observe the rest of his outfit you were interrupted.

“i didn’t think i was that good looking” harry teased, you snapped your eyes up to meet his, your cheeks turning slightly pink from embarrassment

“harry.. hi” you muttered out

“hi” his giant grin faded to a small smile “i have a lot to tel- explain to you.” he said looking to his shoes, slightly shifting his weight onto one foot

you nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you to see it, stepping to the side for him to walk in. he looked around, admiring how well the apartment resembled you.

“mj told me” he turned around and furrowed his brows “that… that you weren’t in europe.”

“right” he cleared his throat, taking a seat on your couch

“i wish you had told me.. i know i wouldn’t have been able to be with you but it would have helped, rather than texting you every week.” he fiddled with his fingers as you sat next to him

“i’m sorry. i wish i had, but i j…just couldn’t” he replied, you nodded looking down at his nervous hands, reaching forward to grab onto one “i didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“it’s okay, i just… i missed you. you do look great though, by the way.” a lopsided smile appearing on your face

“i knew you were checking me out”

“you are ruining the moment” you giggled pushing him slightly with your shoulder, hands slowly weaving together

“i can’t say much, you are still as beautiful as ever” he flirted, a nervous smile appeared on your face as pink tinted your cheeks

“still such a flirt.” you hummed, he shrugged, “god i missed you so much” you chuckled, tears threatened to spill from your eyes just from the shock of it all

“oh please don’t cry” he brought a hand up to wipe away a fallen tear, “i’m here again. and i am healthy” you nod and smile at him, wiping away stray tears with your free hand.

“any plans tonight? want to have those silly movie nights we used to have?” you beamed

“i would be an idiot to deny such a request” harry joked, quickly admiring your features

you smiled at each other, just sitting in each others presence after a year had been taken away from you.

first time writing sorry its bad LOL

#harry osborn x reader #harry osborn ps5 x reader #harry osborn #spiderman 2 ps5 #spiderman #harry osborn imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #x reader #sienna’s fics

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

SOOO I was thinking it could either be a Wednesday or Jenna fic.

Reader has anger problems maybe like I.E.D and R and Jenna are arguing and R has been at work or something bad happened that day and they are just getting worse. Anyway maybe R did do something awful and Jenna pushes them(little shove) and they continue shouting at eachother, getting in eachother faces and R is quite a tall and big person so they like tower over Jenna, but they full on lose it and slap Jenna round the face.(R takes a step back)Jenna starts crying silently with a shaky hand on her cheek and looking up at R tears in her eyes and just in disbelief, meanwhile R is just paralysed and maybe tries to touch Jenna and steps closer to her but Jenna flinches back and tells R to get out and R just silently nods tears in their eyes and manages to kiss her forehead whilst she is tense. R has gone somewhere just thinking over and over( R may have or still does have an abusive dad and they keep thinking they are like him) .Later they come back and Jenna is asleep on their bed and R slowly walks in and sees a big bruise on her face and just breaks down and slowly strokes her cheek and kisses her forehead and bruise. R knows that they can't sleep in the bed because they don't want Jenna to wake up to them so they sleep on the floor next to her. In the morning she wakes up and sees R on the floor and just sits up in bed and sits on the end of the bed looking back at them. Eventually R wakes up and sees Jenna and they quickly get up and just is speechless(mouth opening and closing like a fish) and Jenna just says "why" and R walks closer to her and asks permission to hold her hand and when they do they kneel down in front of her and just continues to apologise and you can decide what happens. Also maybe when R leaves earlier that morning after slapping her Jenna calls a friend idk who or family and R is close by and that friend or family could see R and confronts them and is angry and R is still crying and that friend or family could punch them but R just allows it yk. Sorry this was so long.!!

Not My Fault

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst, swearing

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

I loved writing this so much! I love writing angst in general but this? Ughhh😍🤍✨

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That day had been extremely tiring at work, everyone was blaming you for doing stuff wrong while you were doing your best. Sure you weren’t the best person for that job but you tried your hardest. Everyone knew yet everyone refused to accepted because they just needed you to get the job done. This has a particular effect on you, having been recently diagnosed with I.E.D (intermittent explosive Disorder) you tried your best to stay calm in these situations, but nothing was working. You’d end up building up emotions and have really bad episodes, but with the help of your girlfriend, Jenna, you always managed to suppress your rage.

However this was not quite the day. As soon as you got home you were breathing heavily, you just wanted to calm down in your girlfriends arms but she wasn’t having any of it as she was working on her laptop. “Jen, please I really need to calm down-“ you said as you walked around the room trying not to go on full rage mode, but it was getting hard. She knew about your disorder and she didn’t seem to care at the moment.“would you just listen to me for a few seconds?” You raised your voice, and she got upset, standing up as she pushed you back. “Can’t you see I’m working? God just leave me alone for a few seconds!” She raised her voice at you. You tried your best not to break and give into your rage but it was getting hard.

“J-Jen please don’t do this to me right now. I need you-“ she was quick to interrupt you. “Yeah, that’s the fucking problem, (Y/N)” she started, you looked at her with tears in your eyes. “You always need me. I can never get a freaking moment alone!” You started breathing heavily again as she yelled at you. You scratched on your own skin trying to control yourself “you need to give me my fucking moments alone!” She continued on full screaming, but at this point you couldn’t even control yourself. With no control over yourself you ended up slapping her hard across her face, making her stumble back.

Suddenly the room went quiet, you froze on your spot and Jenna looked at you, tears in her eyes as she brought a hand to her cheek which stinger a lot right now. ‘What did I just do?’ Was your first thought as you looked at your own hand in utter shock. She was shaking. Jenna was shaking probably with fear and it was all your fault. You had to make up for it. “Jen I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ you walked closer to her and she flinched back in fear, tears living her eyes as she kept her hand on her cheek, other hand in front of herself to prevent you from getting any closer to her. “Don’t touch me” she stated, with a stern tone. “Babe please, it wasn’t my fault you-“ she interrupted you once again. “Get out.” She said without looking at you.

“W-what?” You asked her, tears staining your own face as well. “I SAID GET OUT! (Y/N) GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE” (let’s be honest, this part reminded me of the scream movie) she yelled at you, hand still grasping her own cheek as she cried and looked at you, you could see nothing but fear in her eyes. You put on your coat and left, going to a nearby park no one ever went to. You knew what you did was wrong, and you didn’t want to, but you had lost control of yourself. Jenna knew that you could lose control, but she never expected you to throw yourself at her.

Here you were, kicking trees in that abandoned park as you kept on thinking you were like your father. ‘Am I like him? Is this why I have no friends? Is this why I might be loosing Jenna?’ Your head was filled with these questions to which you had no answer as you kept on kicking trees. Then suddenly, you heard a voice. “Taking out your frustrations huh?” You turned around, Percy was standing close to you as you stopped punching your tree. “Did you talk to Jenna? How is she?” You immediately asked him, puffy eyes from crying, he looked at you with an expression that was a mix of disgust and pity.

“Well how do you think she is? Her girlfriend just slapped her across the face, she’s shocked. You should be ashamed of yourself” he stated, and you knew he was right. He couldn’t have said something else. “I wasn’t myself Percy! I lost control, I didn’t want to but I did, I didn’t realize what I was doing!” You stated as you walked closer to him, which only got him to throw a fist at your face in return, which made you fall backwards. You didn’t fight back, you knew you deserved it. “She knows about your disorder, she has always told you to go to therapy because her help wasn’t enough. Now if you end up losing her, that’s on you” he said and left, leaving you there. The punch had hurt your jaw, but you knew you definitely deserved it.

You stayed at the park for the whole day, waiting for night to come so that you could go back home and sleep on the couch, without waking Jenna up. It was after midnight when you came back home, each light in the house was turned off which made you sigh of relief. You walked in what should be your shared room, as you walked to Jenna’s side of the bed. Her eyes were swollen, nose tip red and dry lips. You saw that the slap you gave her caused a huge bruise to cover her whole cheek, which only made you disgusted in yourself that you hit her with so much force you didn’t even know you had. You knew she had a deep sleep so you took advantage of the moment to kiss her bruised cheek and forehead, before going to the living room and sleep on the couch.

You didn’t sleep the whole night and you were up at first lights, but you stayed laid down on the couch. You kept thinking about Percy’s words. ‘If you end up loosing her, that’s on you.’ You knew he was right, and deep down you hoped that you wouldn’t loose her. You would break if you did, even if it was indeed your fault. You were up making coffees for you and Jenna after a couple hours when you heard Jenna come out of the room. You looked at her, hood over her head, eyes puffy and swollen still filled with tears. You wanted to talk to her, say something. Yet none of the words you had in mind came out. She looked at you and you could just say she was on the verge of tears.

“Why…?” She asked you with a raspy voice, you knew it was because of all the crying. She hadn’t specified the subject of the conversation, but you knew she was asking you why had you slapped her. “Jen, I’m so so sorry” you started again, tears making their way up to your eyes. You stepped over to her, but she flinched again so you stepped back again. “Babe I’m so so sorry” you started crying as you looked down. You knew now that she was gonna push you away from her. “I could blame my disorder, but I don’t really know if it’s that anymore… all I know is that I fear that I’m becoming more like my father..” she knew about your father, but she also knew that you were nothing like him. However she said nothing.

“I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t do it on purpose Jen I swear-“ by now you were sobbing and you got to your knees. you just wanted to hold her in your arms, but now you were scared to hurt her. “Please give me another chance-“ you said in between sobs and looked at her. She was quiet for a while until she wasn’t. “…come here” she said, her voice making you stand up. “Are you sure?” You asked sniffling. “Yes, I’m sure… hug me please” she said, you could see she was about to break again so you pulled her in your arms. You hug was loose at first, you were too afraid to hurt her. But she was the one to tighten the hug. You tightened it as a consequence and soon enough the two of you pulled back slightly, though still remaining in the hug as you brought a hand to her cheek, gently caressing the bruise. “I’m sorry…” you whispered and she smiled slightly at you.

“It’s okay honey… but promise me that you’re going to therapy now” she said and you smiled slightly. “I promise.”

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

[jimmyssnuggs]

no sleep

(teagan x jimmy)

Four days. It had been four days since Jimmy had left for St. Louis, and neither Teagan or Hallie had gotten a full night's sleep. She’s tried everything, from giving her baby melatonin when she’s putting Hallie to sleep, to Teagan sleeping on the floor of Hallie’s room while she’s in her crib.

Nothing works, and she’s woken up to to her daughter crying for her dad, repeating the words “where’s dada?” over and over again.

Teagans falling behind with classwork, because she had always done the bulk of it after Hallie was sound asleep in bed. Now, every bit of focus has to be on her daughter.

Jimmy doesn’t realize the extent of how badly everything is going for his girls. It’s not until Teagan is facetiming him one night, tears rolling down her cheeks at a rapid pace.

“Teegs? Baby? What’s wrong?”

“I-I c-can’t do this a-anymore. I’m so tired,” She chokes on her sobs. “Hallie won’t sleep, and I haven’t slept because of it. Everytime I manage to shut my eyes, she crying again. It’s too much, and I feel like an awful mother.”

He picks up on the sound of Hallie’s wails in the background, and that only causes Teagan to cry harder. “I have to go check on her. Sorry for bothering y-“

“Teegs don’t hang up, stay on the phone with me please.” He begs, and she stares at him through the phone screen.

“Okay,” Her voice is a whisper, and she’s placing the phone against her lamp on the nightstand, and bringing a crying Hallie back into her room. “You have to sleep, please Hallie.” Her voice is strained, and she’s begging her one year old daughter.

She’s whining and mumbling ‘Dada’, and that’s the final crack in Jimmy’s heart that causes it to break.

“Hallie-bug, I’m right here, see? You’re gonna come see me tomorrow.”

She sees his face, and is reaching for the phone screen thinking he’s there, but starts to cry when she realizes it’s only his face. “Dada, home please.” She sobs.

“I’m going to see you tomorrow bug! Can you be good for mama please, and sleep for her? That will make it go faster, and then you’re going to see me!”

She sniffles, turning her head to the side. “See dada?”

“Yes baby, you’re gonna come see me, with mama, and my parents!” He gives her a smile, and she returns it.

She rests her head on Teagans shoulder, and her eyes are heavy as Teagan rubs her back. “Night my Hallie-bug, I love you.” He whispers, in awe of how amazing of a mom his girlfriend is.

Once she’s out, Teagan is picking up the phone to talk to Jimmy again. “Thank you J, you have no idea how much that helped me.”

“I wish you had called me sooner, and told me you were struggling that bad babe. I would’ve had my parents help.”

“I didn’t want to bother you J, you were so focused on hockey. I couldn’t ruin that.”

His gentle smile turns into a frown. “You’re never going to bother me Teegs. I thought you knew that.”

“I’m excited to see you tomorrow. I miss you so much.” She changes the topic, and he doesn’t fight back, but picks up on her voice wavering.

“I missed you too, so much.”

He can see how heavy her eyes are, and how she’s fighting sleep in order to stay up and talk to him.

“Teegs, you can sleep.” His voice is so gentle.

“I’d rather stay up and talk to you.” She’s blinking fast in order to stay awake, and her voice is drowsy.

“I’ll stay on facetime with you until you fall asleep, and then we have all of this week together. But sleep for me baby, you’re exhausted.”

She doesn’t fight that, and her head hits the pillow. She mumbles an ‘I love you,’ just before her eyes shut.

“I love you too Teegs, more than you know.”

#q writes #q’s au’s #q chats about her aus #jimmy snuggerud #teagan x jimmy

[pjoxreader]

maybe percy and jason with a half-sister (maybe 16 or so) dealing with substance issues and they call him after a bad event, just in tears (i need angst) 😭

Step Sister Reader Struggles With Substance Issues

Tw: Substance abuse

Panic attack

Percy Jackson

- Percy was at a party with his friends enjoying the night when he got your call. At first he was hesitant to answer, he wanted to enjoy the night with his friends but he answered anyway.

-”hey what’s going on?” he asks only to be greeted with silence. He tenses getting a feeling of dread, in seconds he’s up from his seat working on getting his jacket on.

-”Is your sister alright?” you hear Leo, one of Percy’s friends call. You can’t help but choke out a sob with that. You and Percy were only step siblings, but his friends still considered you two to be siblings.

-”I’m heading home now, talk to me, what’s going on?” Percy asks and you can hear him getting heading out the door and getting to his car.  “I’m sorry… I’m sorry Percy… I messed everything up…” you slur out as you sob all of your emotions flooding out now that you knew Percy was alone.

 -Percy goes quiet for a few seconds before you could hear his car start up. “You did mess up, that's true… But you didn’t mess everything up…” he says gently “Yes you made a mistake but those are bound to happen. I’m just glad you called me. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.” you can’t help but sob loudly at that.

-You were so worried that Percy was going to be mad at you but he wasn’t. It was such a weight off your shoulders, you couldn’t have asked for a better brother. To make things even better he came home with some Gatorade, crackers and water for you. 

Jason Grace

-You hadn’t been this high in your entire life and honestly it was stressing you out. Did you take too much? You were sweating, or maybe you were having chills, it was hard to tell your mind felt like it was a swirling mass of confusion.

-One way or another you found yourself at the entrance to your family’s home gym, Jason was there working out. “J-Jason…” You croak out shakily. He looked over and you could see him pale. You were messing with the corner of your shirt, you never realized how fuzzy the texture was trying to focus on that instead of our increased breathing.

-Jason goes to your side quickly “Hey it’s ok. I’m here with you now ok?” he soothes. Honestly you weren’t even sure if he was there, he was all blurry but when he gently puts a hand on your shoulder you relax. Then realization hits you, he was blurry because you were crying. That just makes you break into sobs as Jason hugs you.

-You were supposed to be relaxing, enjoying a nice high right now. But instead you were busy getting snot all over your step brother's favorite workout shirt. He soothingly rubs your back “Let’s get you some water…” 

-He gives you his water bottle letting you have as much water as you wanted. “I’ll be right back.” he says ruffling your hair after you at least stopped crying. To your surprise he comes back with some whole black peppercorns offering them to you. 

-You raise a brow at that in utter confusion. “You… Want me to eat just… Black peppercorn?” you ask awkwardly. Jason nods at that and puts them into your hand with a soft smile “I read online somewhere that it could help with bad trips…?” You can’t help but laugh a bit at the image of Jason scouring the internet for ways to help you. “Thank you Jason…”

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[crepesuzette2023]

18. for j/p please! :3

Thank you for the lovely prompt! <3

Kiss fic game—18: As encouragement (John & Paul)

The song is about me, Paul thinks, or would have thought, if he were still thinking about it in words. Years have passed since he and John wrote their first songs together, each one believing he was alone in wanting this (the thing they still won’t name, theirs), and by now, they’re past language. They communicate in songs, it’s true, but it’s not just about the words. It’s about feelings and memories, images, certain phrases they both recognize. It’s about reality and fantasy mixed.

When Paul thinks the song is about me, it is a feeling, first and foremost: of being in the song, of being seen and addressed. Undressed.

They’re sitting on the couch in John’s room, Daddy’s room. It feels as if it’s been years since someone disturbed them, but it’s only been an hour, and it’s the middle of the day, too, not midnight, even though it feels like midnight. The rest of the world is that quiet.

John is singing about him in the careless sandpaper voice that makes everything of his sound like a confession. He’s strumming his guitar, not perfect, but on point, and his lips shape words about a girl—a difficult girl, hard to please, impossible to leave.

Is there anybody going to listen to my story

Yes, Paul thinks—

All about the girl who came to stay

She’s the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry

Still you don’t regret a single day

And then the refrain. A single, drawn-out word, and in between a sharp intake of breath.

Ah, girl

Ah, girl

It sounds like sex. Like the kind of sound Paul imagines John to make by himself, lost in a fantasy of pleasure and pain. Humiliation, too, but there is nothing humiliating about the song, which is brilliant, hypnotic—pure in the way only John’s songs can be.

Paul joins in with the snickering rhythm they’ve come up with together:

She’s the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there

You feel the fool

When you say she’s looking good she acts as if it’s understood

She’s cool

Ooh ooh

Ooh girl

Girl, girl

It’s starting to get to Paul. John’s breathing is caressing him and sliding inside him like fingers. The girl he’s singing about is cool, but Paul is not—he can act it, and at times he’s grateful when people complain they can’t get close to him because he’s too nice—serves them right—he’s not everyone’s. But with John breathing a whole song into the one he’s singing, Paul can’t help it: he’s melting. Not the way ice is melting, but the way rock is melting. He’s glowing.

Only John can do this, expose himself like this without being weak.

When I think of all the times, I tried so hard to leave her

She would turn to me and start to cry

And she promises the earth to me and I believe her

After all this time I don’t know why

God, Paul had been angry when he’d first heard that verse, but in the strange way their songs are both true and unreal, John had tried to leave, and Paul had…not cried as such, but close enough.

And at the same time: not at all.

Did John really feel Paul had promised him the earth? Had Paul done this? Yes, he thinks. Of course. That was our deal from the start…

Paul’s mind ties itself up in knots. They stop playing at the same time. Don’t stop the music, Paul thinks. It’s too difficult between them without it.

Except, of course, the music is always there.

“I’m not sure about this one,” John says.

“Why not?”

“It’s too…”

Paul waits.

“Too harsh, maybe?”

Paul knows what he means. The next verse, they’ve written together, about the girl’s self-abnegation, her belief in suffering and in making others suffer. A critique of religion, yes, but also a critique of Paul, one Paul does not agree with. But he helped John write it, because it works for the song, and with them, music always comes first.

Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure

Did she understand it when they said

That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure

Will she still believe it when he’s dead?

It’s a good song. Better than good. Every word of it is true, all of it, even though it never happened, not like this.

“Hey. John. I think it works you know.”

“Not too much of a drag?”

“No, it’s just right.” Paul plays the Greek dance melody he tagged on to the ending, and John smiles.

“Exotic, almost.”

“That’s it.”

They segue into Michelle, mangling the French without mocking the melody, which they both love, and John joins in for the second half of the bridge: I love you I love you I love you. They’re singing it like an idea, as always.

“You saved that song,” Paul says, not sure what he means, only that he means it.

“It has a similar rhythm to mine,” John says, and sings, emphasizing each syllable: Un til I do I'm ho ping you will know

what I mean

Paul answers:

Ah, girl—

Ah, girl…

And John starts laughing.

They stop playing, and before Paul can miss the music, he puts down his guitar and scoots closer to John, excited all of a sudden. He kisses him, intending a small kiss, a kiss of encouragement, an “it will be all right” kiss. Instead, he lingers, as does John, and they kiss each other slowly, ever more deeply. John’s guitar is still between them on John’s lap. Paul loops his arms around him and throws his leg over John’s and continues kissing him, half sitting. It scares him that John is holding back: allowing, but not taking.

Paul slides his tongue into John’s mouth, thinks of the word cool, cool, and shakes his head. And John touches him, finally: he runs his hands down Paul’s back, his fingertips leaving shivery hot trails to the left and the right of Paul’s spine. And there is the fire, wanting out.

“There.” John puts down his guitar.

They lie down on the sofa, restless, with little space to move, but move they do, slotted against each other precisely. Paul nestles himself into John’s arms and John squeezes his back with a mock-skeptical expression on his face, I’m not sure, do you have another? In response, Paul sucks a fold of flesh and blouse into his mouth and bites down. John draws a hissing breath, like his song.

Paul worms his hand between them, but stops himself. “I want us to be naked.”

John’s arms close around him. His voice sounds muffled. “Like the early days. When we couldn’t let go?” They undress quickly, and it takes an eternity. One of Paul’s legs is still inside his trousers when John pins him down and lies on top of him. Drags his teeth along his cheekbones, and finally takes his mouth.

#just me writing #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #beatles fanfiction

[angelst4re]

hiya!! i miss u sooo much and hope you’re doing okay!! could you maybe write something where jamie and reader are sleeping together but reader wakes up in the middle of the night feeling really anxious and having a panick attack because of the fight she had with her dad the night before and she can’t breathe so she goes to the balcony of their room to get some fresh air and try to stop crying. jamie wakes up a few minutes later missing her in bed so he notices she’s feeling bad and goes to comfort her? 🥺 thanks!!

hi love!! i'm doing okay :) and this idea is just so <33 i really wanted to write and post it tonight so it's quite short but also quite sweet <3

Midnight Rain- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: it's in the request :)

warnings: tw for abusive/alcoholic parents :/

note: yes, the title is a taylor swift reference again, i just didn't know what to title this fic haha!

“You stupid bitch,” he spat, picking up the glass beer bottle beside him, “what have I told you about waking me up?” 

“No, d-dad, don’t do this, please! I’m sorry! I just wanted to see if you were still alive for fucks sake!” You cried, backing away from your father before he threw the bottle in your direction, shattering into tiny pieces as it hit the wall. You were shaking from head to toe, consumed by fear. He was going to kill you. 

You gasped for air as you woke up, your hands trembling and your body glowing in sweat. You couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe? You swung your legs off the side of the bed and dashed towards the balcony door, your fingers trembling as you reached for the handle. 

You stepped out, ignoring the rain pouring down, more worried that your legs would give out beneath you with every step you took. You finally took a deep breath, gripping the railing so hard your knuckles were turning white. You squeezed your eyes shut as you steadied your breathing, and that’s when you realised you had been crying. You lift a shaky hand to wipe your undereyes, but someone else had gotten there first. 

“Jamie,” you whispered, your voice was shaky as you spoke, “go back to bed, I-I’ll come back in a moment, I j-just-” 

Before you could finish speaking, he pulled you towards him, your face buried in his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair. His chin rested on top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you. 

You had told him about your fight with your father the previous night, and he comforted you, calmed you down and assured you that everything would be okay. He always knew how to make you feel better, he made you feel safe. 

“Bad dream?” He asked, gently. You looked up to see his hair now damp, his t-shirt also soaked from both the rain and your tears. 

You nodded your head, not wanting to talk about it- not yet at least. 

“Why don’t you come back to bed, darling? It’s cold out here and neither of us are dressed for the rain,” he chuckled, “let’s get you into some warm pyjamas, yeah?”

You nodded your head, again, and followed him back into the bedroom. You watched as he took his top off, throwing it to the corner of the room and taking a hoodie out from the drawer, but instead of putting it on he put it on the bed and stepped towards you, motioning you to lift your arms up. 

You lifted your arms up and he gently grabbed the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it into the corner where his wet t-shirt was. He sat you down on the bed and helped you into his hoodie, kissing you on the forehead before going to get some bottoms. He picked out a pair of black joggers and laid them on the bed beside you. 

You stood back up and he helped you out of your shorts, as you stepped out of them, you grabbed onto his shoulder for support before sitting back down on the bed. He then helped you put the joggers on, his hand lingering on your waist for longer than it should have, but you didn’t mind, you craved physical contact right now, you didn’t want him to leave. But you feared he would as he picked up the damp clothes. 

“I’ll take these down to the-”

“No,” you finally spoke, “we can sort that out in the morning. I just… Can we go back to bed? I’m tired and I don’t want you to leave and I just want to cuddle.” You admitted, your face flushing in embarrassment, but Jamie found it cute. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiled softly, dropping the clothes before making his way over to the bed. 

He pulled the covers back and you both slid in, you shuffled closer to him as he pulled the covers back up over the both of you. He pulled even closer towards him, you could feel the warmth of his chest as you smiled into his skin. He placed a kiss on your shoulder just before you drifted into sleep, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’, to which then you heard an ‘I love you.’

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jcb #in my flop era

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 27 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

Also on AO3

Chapter 27.    What Now?

Everyone was kind enough not to bombard Steve with questions as Eddie helped him up and into his parent’s ensuite bathroom to clean up.

“So, how are you really feeling?” Eddie asked, hovering close by as he washed the blood off his hands and face.

“Kind of wild,” he admitted, leaning on the sink, and letting everything turn over in his mind.

Yes, he had helped Eddie, Hopper, and Max, but this had been a whole other experience. The others had all been slower for a start, and this had felt so much more urgent, so immediate.

“It was kind of wild to watch,” Eddie told him, stepping up behind him and placing a hand on his back. “Nancy was so pale, like she was already dead, and she came back to life under your hands. Birdie is right, it is amazing.”

“I still don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, watching the last of the bloody water circle the drain.

“Yeah, you do,” Eddie said, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “You might not fully understand it, but I don’t fully understand how my van works, but I can still fix it.”

“Debateable,” Steve replied automatically, and Eddie scoffed at him.

He wasn’t sure he quite believed that, but they were in yet another crisis, so he pushed his doubts down.

“Did you explain everything to my mom, Wayne and your guys?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and picking up the soap to clean where the blood had soaked through.

“Hmmm,” was all that came back.

“Eds?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Eddie said, blinking and giving him a coy little smile, “got distracted. Give a guy some warning if you’re gonna rip your top off. Yes, they’ve all had Upside Down 101 and I explained about me and how I’m not dead too. Your mom is one formidable lady, I think Owens is in so much trouble when she gets her hands on him. When Robin gave her the rundown on Starcourt and the Russians, your mom looked like she was ready to kill. And I think Wayne is just glad to have an explanation for all the weird shit that’s been going on. Gareth, Jeff, and Frank look about how I felt when I learned about all this shit too.”

“And are you okay?” Steve asked as he splashed water to rinse off. “Can’t have been easy explaining where you really were.”

“There might have been a bit of manly crying,” Eddie said, trying to play it off with humour, but Steve could see how hard it had been. “And manly hugging too.”

“Well, as long as it was manly,” he replied in kind, but leaned over and pecked Eddie on the cheek at the same time. “I’d give you a manly hug too,” he added, “but I’m all wet.”

“No fair, Harrington,” Eddie complained, “you can’t promise me things like that and not deliver. And how did you manage to make this about me? I’m sure we were talking about you.”

“Yeah, well, we can do the heart to heart later, we’ve got a crisis to deal with right now,” he replied, refusing to dwell on things. “Can you find me a shirt, please?”

“No problem,” Eddie said and disappeared before Steve could suggest where to look.

Steve went back to cleaning up. He was towelling off when Eddie returned, flushed and breathing hard, clearly having been running. He laughed when he saw the shirt Eddie handed him.

“Y’know, my dad has clothes in the room just outside this door,” he said, but pulled on the band Tee Eddie had grabbed.

“Didn’t think of that,” Eddie said unrepentantly, “and your room is off limits, so you’ll just have to bow to the metal.”

“You just like me in your clothes,” Steve complained, even as he grabbed Eddie by the front of his shirt and gently pulled him closer. “Only for you.”

Eddie looped his arms around Steve’s shoulders as Steve leaned in for a proper kiss this time.

“You had me dressed in your clothes for days,” Eddie said into the kiss. “Turnaround is fair play.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” he agreed at which point his stomach gave an almighty growl and killed the moment.

“Come on,” Eddie said, “you need to refuel.”

When they walked out of the downstairs bedroom, the first thing Steve saw was Nancy sitting up, wearing a shirt that was way too big for her and clutching a mug.

“Nancy,” he said, giving her a pleased smile, “how are you feeling?”

What he really didn’t expect was for her to abandon the mug on the coffee table and launch at him, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Hey, you’re okay,” he said, wrapping her in his arms as she cried into his shoulder.

He had become so used to Nancy being the put-together one in a crisis that he wasn’t quite sure what to do. That and the fact he was feeling somewhat lightheaded did not help him process. He might also have swayed a bit.

“Okay, right, let’s move the hugging to the couch before you both fall down,” Joyce said from somewhere close.

Not being the complete idiot some of his friends thought he was, Steve went with it when a couple of pairs of hands steered them into empty seats.

“Sorry,” Nancy said, pulling back. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied because he had no idea what else to say. “Sorry about the blouse.”

Nancy let out a short, loud laugh even though she was still crying.

“I think it was ruined anyway,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Group hug,” Dustin yelled, and Steve just braced for impact.

It was silly and crazy, but the tangle of limbs seemed to be just what everyone needed. For a while Steve just let himself enjoy it. They had a mystery to solve and yet more danger to deal with, but celebrating the small victory was good for them.

“Okay, okay, enough,” Eddie’s voice finally cut through the chaos. “Steve and Nancy need to eat, like right now.”

The kids backed off, except Mike who stayed glued to his sister’s side perched on the arm of the couch. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little exposed. Now there was nothing between him and where his mom was standing to the side. When a plateful of mac-n-cheese was thrust into his hands he held it almost like a shield. His mom, usually so perfectly put together, even when she was being casual, looked like she might have been crying. Eddie hadn’t mentioned that.

“Okay, Mom?” he asked as that slowly sank in.

She gave him a tight smile and nodded, although her eyes looked kind of shiny. He patted the third seat on the couch in invitation. When she sat down, she reached out and pulled him in for a quick one arm hug.

“You should eat, Darling,” she told him.

He nodded, but couldn’t quite manage it straight away. For a few moments he searched her face, trying to read how she was reacting.

“You doing okay?” he asked, ignoring everything going on around them for a while.

“Steve, that should be my line,” his mom said seriously.

“Yeah, but you only just found out about all this,” he replied. “It’s a lot.”

“And if everything I have been told is true,” his mom countered, “you found out about this a week and a half ago.”

Steve did a mental calculation in his head and realised it was true. It felt so weird to realise that. He was still getting used to the idea, still adjusting, but it had been such a huge change it seemed like longer ago.

“I guess,” he replied.

“And you’ve been dealing with all this without being able to tell me or your father since you were sixteen,” his mom added and there was the fire Eddie had mentioned.

“Way older than most of the kids,” he pointed out.

“Steven,” his mother said in a tone that begged no argument, “that does not make it any better. The government made children sign NDAs, which is more than simply illegal. And they did it by blackmailing you all.”

He could tell his mother was incensed.

“Mom,” he said, placing a hand over hers, “are you okay?”

He knew a deflection when he saw it because he’d used more than a few of them himself. No doubt his mother was not about to let the matter drop, but it was not the time.

“Yes,” she replied, taking a deep breath, “I am just very, very angry.”

That would do for the time being.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “just very, very hungry.”

That managed to get a smile out of her. They were going to have to talk, probably for a long while, but with the crisis going on, it was not the time.

“Then eat,” his mom said, giving him a very small smile.

He smiled back and did as he was told. When Robin presented him with one of his shakes, he’d written the recipe down for cases of emergency, he could have kissed her. Instead, he ate his mac and cheese and sipped at the shake like it was ambrosia.

He was still eating when Hopper called for everyone’s attention.

“We need to figure this out,” the older man said.

Everyone who’d been through the Upside Down was sitting around nodding in a resigned way, his mom, Wayne and the Corroded Coffin guys appeared to be doing their best not to simply freak out.

“Nancy, you said you thought you were being followed,” Hopper said. “For how long?”

“I noticed something yesterday,” Nancy replied, placing her fork back in her bowl, “but it wasn’t until today I decided it wasn’t me being paranoid. Today it was two men in dark clothes in a car. I ditched them and came to you.”

Steve was impressed with how calmly she managed to recount the information. That she had successfully ditched a surveillance team was also pretty metal, as Eddie would no doubt describe it.

“Has anyone else seen anything suspicious?” Hopper asked next.

“There was a weird guy in the store when I went to pick up groceries yesterday,” Steve said as he thought about it. “He could just have been security though. I didn’t notice anyone following me back to town, and I always check because of Eddie.”

It had become a habit since Eddie began living with him. His house was far enough back from the road that no one could see into it without coming up the drive, but he liked to be sure.

Everyone else just made vague, inconclusive noises.

“I’ve heard everyone talk about Doctor Owens,” Eddie spoke up. “Could this be him?”

“Not likely,” Joyce said.

“He would not do this,” El agreed. “If he had wished to kill me, it would have been far easier when I was trapped in the Void. It is more likely the men who killed Papa.”

“The ones who tried to arrest us after the final battle,” Dustin piped up.

“They did what?” Steve’s mom asked.

“After El finished off Vecna, all these men in black uniforms appeared and wanted to take El away,” Lucas revealed.

“Only Dr Owens showing up with his own people with guns stopped them,” Will added.

Steve could see his mom adding more to her mental list.

“But why now?” Mike asked. “Why not when they first let us all go home?”

“Because the bureaucratic fighting is over,” Hopper said, staring at the ceiling and closing his eyes for a moment as if he thought he’d been an idiot.

“What do you mean?” Steve’s mom asked.

“Sam, uh, Doctor Owens offered me the job at the lab the day before yesterday,” Hopper revealed, “and he said it was because he’d finally made sure everything was settled and he was back in charge for good. If this black-ops colonel is as fanatical as I think he is, this might be his last-ditch solution.”

“But El saved the world,” Lucas pointed out as if it made no sense to him.

“I don’t think he sees El as a person,” Robin said, “just a weapon.”

“Which in his mind would make her even more dangerous now there’s no enemy to defeat,” Dustin concluded. “So, what do we do?” Wayne asked the obvious question.

End of Chapter 27

Chapter 28

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #st:beyond-the-battle #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington has powers #steddie fanfic #steddie fic

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“OH MY GOD!!! J-JI-AE CALL FOR HELP!!!” you scream as you try to lift jungkook up but it’s no use. he’s completely unconscious due to the large amount of blood he might’ve loss. within the next 10 minutes, the ambulance arrives to take jungkook to the hospital and you, ji-ae, and a sleeping jaemin are all rushing to the hospital to make sure he’s okay.

“I-I killed them yn” and you know exactly what jungkook meant. your mind doesn’t dawn on it too long because jungkook is rushed into the hospital for emergency surgery on his shoulder that seemed to be a gunshot wound. “is he gonna be okay?” you panic and the nurses tell you to relax but how can you relax when there are surgeons rushing him away in a hurry like he’s on his last leg?

“he’ll be okay, y/n” reassures ji-ae who appears to be calm but she’s just as nervous as you are. she’s praying that the bullet didn’t cause any critical damage to jungkook because she can’t afford to lose her last and only baby boy. ji-ae knows she should be used to this since jaekuk had plenty of visits at the hospital but she never would have imagined it’d he her own son.

“he has to be okay” ji-ae prays as are you. the nurses relocate the both of you to the room he’ll be in once he’s out of surgery and once the doors close, the wait begins.

the surgery on his shoulder takes hours, more than 5 and the only reason you aren’t asleep is because jaemin woke up crying his lungs off. you pace back and forth trying to soothe him and yourself as you both await jungkook’s return and on the sixth hour, the doctors open the door and push him inside.

“oh thank God” you say “is he okay?”

“he’s fine. we were able to completely remove the bullet from his shoulder and the bullet didn’t tear through anything or damage his bone structure. he’s gonna need some physical therapy on his shoulder to get it back in complete shape and because of the blood loss, we did a blood transfusion but overall, he’s gonna be okay. nothing too severe”

“thank you so much doctor” you say before he leaves you all alone to be with jungkook who is sleeping. “wanna see daddy?” you say to jaemin as you bring him closer to his sleeping father. the infant reaches his hand out to grab on jungkook’s nose which causes him to stir in his sleep.

“ah ah, jaemin no” you whisper as you pull his hand off of jungkook but it causes him to wake up and be met with yours and jaemin’s faces.

“i’m sorry, jungkook. go back to sleep”

“Y-Yn.. jae-jae..” his vision isn’t clear and his head feels really heavy and he’s sure it will explode, his shoulder feels a little numb, but still he can tell there’s a little bit of pain.

But as soon as he recognizes your face- Jungkook breaths in relief, before you can go away, he tries to reach for your hand.

“S-Stay please.” He whines, and he’s glad that you listened, because for the next days, you don’t leave his side at all. And maybe that’s the reason he’s started to recover so quickly. Because you and his mother- are overwhelmingly caring.

And today is the sixth day since he’s been in the hospital. And he sure that he is completely fine now and even if he’s not, he can start to take private physiotherapy sessions. “Yn trust me I am fine.- PLEASE JUST LET ME OUT! TOMMOROW is literally yerins and yugyeoms wedding and I don’t wanna miss it!”

Jungkook whines, and there is just one thing that he loves and hate about you is how stubborn you really can be, it’s almost hot, but not right now.

“Yn I swear to God I will go insane if I stay here for even one moment- hospital food sucks. I WANT TO GO BACK HOME..” he’s looking at you with his puppy eyes.

“and as soon as we’re home, we can start preparing for our wedding as well!” Yeah, that makes him blush like a little girl, you glare him playfully.

“MA! MAKE YN UNDERSTAND!”

He’s a different person when he’s with you, and he cannot believe that he’s the same guy who killed two people a week ago.

But does he regret it? No, because he tried to warn them.

And he doesn’t ever warn someone more than three times.

#ask: tpol!jungkook

[evedreamsof]

friendly // j. apolonio

entry #34

summary: jayson's being too friendly with his ex

“i think we should break up,” eve said.

she had thought long and hard about this. she loved jayson with all her heart, she really did. but lately, he hasn’t been the best to her.

he would constantly sleep on her, talk out of dates last minute to hang out with his team and ex, veronica. when she asked why he still was friendly with his ex, jayson simply said that they were still friends and shared memories. but she knew veronica still had feelings for him, and eve knew she wasn’t going to stop.

eve laid in bed that night she asked him. she couldn’t sleep, and before she knew it, she was crying.

she loved jayson, but she recently learned her worth and this isn’t helping her.

“what?” jayson gasped. “why?”

“do i really have to give reasons?” she scoffed. “you should know already.”

“i don’t,” he said, his voice dripped if anxiousness. “i want to know. so i can make things right.”

eve shook her head. “i’m not going to give you the reasons you should know already. i don’t want to fix things.”

“eve.” he looked at her, his eyes searching hers. “please don’t do this.”

“give me one reason why i shouldn’t.”

“because i was going go ask you to marry me,” he said.

eve’s stomach dropped. “what?”

he nodded. he dug into his pocket and took out a velvet box. “i was thinking of all the possible ways i’ll ask you to marry me but i know now is the time.”

eve looked at the box. “tell me,” she said quietly. “tell me something.”

“anything.”

“why are you still hanging out with veronica? even canceling last minute to be with her.”

“because she’s a good friend of mine,” he replied without skipping a beat. “you know that.”

eve looked at him, he looked so hopeful. she stood on her toes and gave him one, lingering kiss. when she stood back, she pursed her lips.

“is that a yes?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“she’s really just a friend?”

“yes.”

eve smiled but her heart was breaking. “it’s a no, jayson. i’m sorry. and please don’t try to contact me in any way, it’ll be useless.”

jayson’s eyes widened, his jaw dropped. when he recovered, he gasped, “eve!”

she gave him a sad smile.

“i’ll be better, i promise. i’ll do better. marry me, please. i can’t…i love you so much, please. please don’t do this.”

“i love you,” eve said. and she turned away and left.

#eve dreams #eve dreams of jayson apolonio #sfw: dating and lovers #sfw dreams #sfw: emotional

[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 14: Flare/”Just hold on”

Whumptober 2023: Day 14: Flare/”Just hold on”

Ro

He’s gotten so much worse over the past few hours. As the sun sets, I know I must do something. Even in our shared poor condition, I have to take charge. Somehow, I have to save him. They don’t call me Micro Stark for nothing.

Well, not a lot of people call me that but the Avengers do, often finding new and creative ways to call me small, followed by Stark. It’s kind of my favorite inside joke and now Dad has caught onto it. 

But none of that fun, superficial shit will matter if I can’t save Peter.

“Ro?” He mumbles to me as it begins to get dark. “Ro, you have to…to…”

“I’m here,” I reply like I have been for a while now. Peter keeps becoming restless and scared. The fever seems to be causing him confusion. I’m more concerned with the infection though. The fever is only here because of that. But there’s nothing I can do here. Not in a deep, dark ditch in the middle of the woods.

“You gotta go…m-my spidey sense…” He warns me. 

My heart skips a beat and I stand up, looking around for any signs of danger. It’s too bad that Peter’s web shooters are broken. He’s so skilled with those that we’d likely be in much better shape. Plus, we probably could have climbed out of here a long time ago with a strong enough web. But that’s not an option.

“R-Ro, they’re coming…” Peter groans, partially delirious. It makes me question if he really senses something or if the infection and fever have affected that too. 

I stand on my sore feet, trying to be as ready as I can be with a badly injured arm and a bloodied hand. “Oh shit, you’re the kid from the trap. And his little fire bitch!’ A guy yells, pointing a flashlight and a gun at us. 

“Stay back or I’ll roast more of your friends!” I threaten, knowing damn well I can’t make good on that proclamation. But he doesn’t know that. Maybe I can keep up the facade and get him the hell away from Peter.

“Your little boyfriend looks like shit.” He taunts.

“And you’re trying to kill a couple of teenagers, so what does that say about you?” I question.

“You’re not looking too good yourself, girl.” He growls.

“Do you want me to turn you into a goddamn candelabra or do you want to turn around and get out of here?” I avoid his stupid commentary, praying I can actually get a spark this time. “Last chance…”

The guy shakes his head. “You know what, you both look like you’ll die down there by tomorrow so…maybe I can help you out.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m not entertaining this bull. Stay away from me.”

He shrugs. “Okay.”

The gun goes off and I feel an intense pain in my abdomen. “That should speed things up for you.”

 Peter yells out weakly. “No…No…p-please. Don’t…I c-can’t live wi-without her.”

The guy walks away after that, seemingly satisfied. And he’s right. This sure will speed things up. And now I definitely can’t help Peter. I’m in no condition to treat him now. Not that I was doing too well to begin with.

“Ro…don’t go…don’t go.” He cries. “J-Just hold on.”

I reach my hand out, my fingers brushing his. “I’m sorry.”

Peter lightly squeezes. “I love you, Aurora Stark.”

My eyes sting with both exhaustion and tears. “I love you more, Peter Parker.”

I see him smile out of the corner of my eye, crying like I am and seeming to not have the strength to say anything else. And he doesn’t have to. I know how loved I am by him as we lie there together and look at the stars in the face of death.

With all of the energy I have left, I nurture a spark in my hand, shooting it up in the air before letting my arm fall by my side. A flare. A signal. One last effort to save us, or at least him. Because Peter doesn’t deserve to die here.

My vision swims, the stars blurring together. And then a…flash of red? Gold? It doesn’t occur to me immediately, but I blink a few times and see a face in front of me. “Oh Jesus, Ro. Ro, you hear me? What about you, kid?”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter mumbles.

“We’re gonna get you to safety, alright?” I hear another voice say.

My body seems far too tired to stay awake and my eyes close, making the voices around me get more frantic. But I can’t open them again. It all hurts. It hurts too much. I’m so tired. I just can’t hold on any longer.

So I let go.

Waking up is a surprise. I hadn’t been convinced I would. I thought the help might’ve been too late. Turning my head in the direction of someone speaking, I groan. “P-Peter…”

“He’s okay. Infection’s gonna run its course in a little while with the help of good old-fashioned medicine. You on the other hand? You just came out of major surgery and the first thing you ask about is Spider Boy.” Dad replies with his usual wit.

“Glad to see you missed me so much.” I tease. “Did they pull a bullet out of me?”

He nods. “Sure did, pocket Stark.”

I chuckle, causing me to wince a little. “Ow.”

Dad puts a hand over my forehead in a gesture of comfort. “Sorry. Your spleen is also gone, by the way.”

“Any other missing parts I should know about?” I ask.

He shakes his head, seeming to drop his signature remarks and switching to dad mode. “No. Other than maybe needing a little extra care when you get sick, you’ll be alright without it. How do you feel?”

“A little groggy,” I say. “You said Peter’s okay?”

“Yeah. He asked about you too. I sat with him for a while when you were in surgery. I’m sure you can see each other soon. Doctors said you did a good job with the wound. Can’t say I’m surprised. You’re smart.” 

I sigh. “What about the bus?”

“Lots of injuries, but no deaths. It’s kind of a miracle. The people who did this tried to separate everyone and it worked. We looked for survivors for hours before they tried telling me you and Peter were killed. But I just…I knew you had to be alive. I knew.” Dad explains.

“Barely,” I reply. “You were probably lucky to find us when you did.”

His eyes darken a little and he clears his throat. “Yeah.”

I can tell he feels a lot more than he’s showing me, but I don’t try to get it out of him. “Well, I’m not dead.”

Dad shakes his head in amusement at my ease with the situation, pausing. “You’re okay, Ro?”

“You said I was.” I point out.

“No, I mean…” He searches for the right words. “Emotionally.”

“I’ll live. But I’d be lying if I said those two days weren’t the scariest and most painful in my life. I’ve never really…had someone else’s life in my hands like I did Peter’s. And I’m surprised I didn’t cease to function.”

“You did more than anyone should have to,” Dad says softly. “You’re still a kid. My kid.”

I weakly nod, a tear sliding down my cheek. 

He rests a hand on my knee, unable to hold either one of my injured hands. “Look at me, babe. You’re with me now. I’m never going to let anything happen to you again.”

“You can’t know that. You can’t stop every threat.” I reply.

He sighs. “I know. But I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

I nod again. “Okay.”

His eyes look a bit red now that I have a closer look at them. “Try to rest. You’ll see Peter soon, but you need sleep. I can’t imagine you got much these past couple of days.”

“I didn’t,” I confirm. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. I was scared he’d die if I even blinked for a second too long.”

“Get some sleep.” Dad reaffirms. “I’ll stay with you if you want.”

“Yes!” I say quickly, not wanting him to leave. “Please.”

He gives me a sad grin. “Not going anywhere, kid.”

“I promise.”

#whumptober2023 #whumptober 2023 #no.14 #flare #just hold on #iron man #spider man #the avengers #avengers #mcu #fic #blood tw #gun tw #violence tw #injury tw #sick tw #surgery tw #hospital tw #medical tw #illness tw #tony stark is a good dad #mcu oc #tony stark #tony stark's daughter oc #whump #marvel oc #mcu fanfiction #avengers oc #tony stark's daughter

[adoringhaikyuu]

they misinterpret your words during a fight and think you want to break up

characters: aone + kyoutani + oikawa + ushijima + (gn!reader)

request: hii can I request saying 'why am i even trying' in a fight n they take it wrong way, they thought u had enough of them but u just mean it like ' why r u even trying to argue' - kyotani, aone, ushi and oikawa... thank you ✨ • by @chibiiichann​

warnings: a lil angsty

notes: i was not sure how to title this well skfjhg + let’s just say everyone lives together in these

aone:

it wasn’t that he was trying to aggravate you

it’s just that he genuinely didn’t understand why you were upset and he was being dismissive without even realizing it

and that is what pushed you over

you were tired, you wanted to go to bed 

and you clearly weren’t getting anywhere, so you were ready to just drop it and go to sleep, hence why you said

“why am i even trying”

aone blinked a few times as he stared down at you, those five words sending a spike to his gut. you tried to move past him, not noticing the panic in his eyes, when he shot his arm out to stop you.

you looked up at him about to complain when you noticed the intense and glassy look in his eyes. he spoke up, his voice small. “please don’t.”

you sighed, “i just don’t see the point, nobu. i’m going––”

“no.” his voice was slightly louder and shaky. “please.” he stood in front of you and placed his hands on your arms as he looked into your eyes. “please don’t leave me.” 

you tilted your head, “leave y––” you shook your head, “baby, no i’m not–” you walked into his arms and he hugged you immediately, his arms holding you tight. “i’m not leaving you,” you looked up at him to find him already staring at you, holding his tears back. you placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled into your palm. “i was just going to bed because this argument wasn’t going anywhere. that’s why i said i don’t see the point.” 

he swallowed harshly and nodded. “oh.” 

you smiled sadly, “well now i can’t be mad at you anymore...” 

his hands squeezed your waist, “for what it’s worth...i’m sorry, y/n.” 

you leaned up for a kiss and he met you halfway. “let’s go to bed, okay?” 

he nodded but made no move to let go of you––so the two of you stood there for a while, just holding each other in silence.  

kyoutani:

you and kyoutani didn’t fight often...to be honest you rarely ever fought

but today...

both of you were really stressed out

you started arguing over something stupid, to be honest you couldn’t even remember what it was

it was just a way for you both to get out your frustrations in the end

but your voices started getting louder and you were getting in each other’s faces

and it became too much for you, it was just stressing you out even more

you needed fresh air

you rolled your eyes and stepped back, trying to shove past him. “you know what? why am i even trying here–”

before you could get far, kyoutani grabbed your arm, not forcefully, but enough to make you stop. you looked up and glared at him, surprised to see another emotion swirling in his eyes––sadness?

“you’re fucking joking right?” he never was good at talking through his emotions. 

you scowled, his tone not helping either of your moods at all. “let me go.”

he scowled right back. “no.” 

“kentaro.”

he raised a brow and stepped closer to you, “oh so we’re on a first name basis now? what, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw and looked him in the eye, taking a deep breath. “please just let me go.” your voice was small, defeated, you just needed space. 

his hand loosened but he didn’t let go completely, seemingly battling with himself in his mind. “no...i can’t. i won’t let you leave me.” 

so that’s why he was upset? 

you frowned up at him. “taro. i’m just going for some fresh air. i’m not leaving you.” 

he let go of you and stood straight, his lips parted. “oh.” he clenched his jaw and looked down, suddenly embarrassed by his reaction. you grabbed his hand and started walking towards the door. “what are you doing?”

you looked back at him, eyes no longer blazing, but instead, warm and loving. “we are going to get some fresh air. together.” 

he looked down, suddenly shy, but kept walking with you. “okay.”

oikawa:

oikawa had a bad day and he was more irritable than usual

tbh he was being kinda rude unintentionally

you were eating dinner across from each other and you were trying to talk about how your days were, not having spoken to each other much due to your busy schedules

but he wasn’t in the mood for talking and was just answering you with hums and giving you one word responses

after a while you got annoyed and honestly felt a little hurt

so you sighed and rolled your eyes, getting up from the table to go refill your water, mumbling to yourself more than anything

“why am i even trying”

it wasn’t until you said that that oikawa looked up from his plate, eyes wide, heart beating loudly in his chest. “wait what––”

you were already in the kitchen by the time he looked up and he urgently got out of his seat, almost knocking down his glass and you turned around at the clatter, surprised to see him basically speed-walking towards you. 

“oh now you pay attention to me?” you went to sip your water when he pulled it out of your hands and set it on the counter, ignoring your “hey!-” in protest. 

his eyes were frantic as he looked at you, “look baby i’m sorry i just i had a really shitty day today but––”

you sighed and looked to the side. “and i get that tooru, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick, i mean it feels like we haven’t had time to ourselves this week at all...”

he pouted and took your face into his hands, “i know baby and i’m sorry, i haven’t been trying as much as i could have been. but i promise i’ll do better, okay? i know i don’t deserve it but please tell me you’ll keep trying too?” his eyes were suddenly filled with tears and you looked at him in shock.

“hey–what’s wrong?” 

he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky breath. “i just don’t want you to leave me––please don’t. i don’t know what i’d do without you––”

you pulled away as much as he’d let you to look into his eyes. “woah baby what––i’m not leaving you? sure i was frustrated, but i wasn’t going to break up with you.” 

his eyes widened, “really?”

you nodded. “really, tooru i promise.” just from the vulnerable look in his eyes you felt like you could cry as well. you kissed his cheek, “i’m not going anywhere.” 

he sighed, relieved and pulled you into a hug, mumbling his next words into your shoulder. “i love you.”

ushijima:

ushi could be really blunt and straightforward 

and sometimes had a tendency to brush things off, not understanding the big deal

today you were trying to get him understand something that happened at work, someone pissed you off and it really put you in a bad mood for the whole day

and ushi was always there to talk through things with you at night when you got home

but today, he really couldn’t see why you were upset––or rather, why you let it affect you so much, he didn’t see the point

and it felt like he wasn’t listening to you

(granted, you were a little strung up already)

you didn’t want to deal with people anymore so you brushed past him and went to take a shower, grumbling “why am i even trying”

as soon as you uttered those words, ushijima paused, unsure what to even think. you didn’t mean the relationship did you? surely, he thought about how you’d had a bad day, how you were frustrated and maybe you were just saying that in regards to your frustrations...but part of him wasn’t sure. you seemed rather annoyed during the conversation much to his disliking.

unfortunately, he wasn’t able to ask you about it because as soon as he turned around, you were already locked in the bathroom. he sat anxiously at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped as he waited for you. you were taking your sweet time, no doubt relaxing and decompressing, which he understood, but it was only furthering his worry about the situation. 

it was a good while later that you’d finally gotten out of the shower, steam exiting the bathroom as you opened the door. you hadn’t even noticed ushijima sitting across from you as you got out, still focused on your thoughts, trying to calm down. 

you put your night shirt on along with some sweats, which was immediately a bad sign to him, you almost always slept in one of his shirts, and he loved that about you. 

only when you got on the bed did he speak up, clearly tense as he got your attention. “love...”

you turned and he swallowed thickly, suddenly nervous. “when you said...” he paused, looking down at his hands before looking into your eyes, clenching his jaw almost in pain. “are you giving up on us?” 

you frowned immediately, “what?”

“you...you said ‘why am i even trying’ and stormed off...did i do something? are you not happy?” 

your mouth dropped open in shock, the frustration coursing through your body now replaced with disbelief and sadness. you moved closer to him and put one hand on his cheek, the other other on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes. “what? baby no, i was just annoyed and our conversation wasn’t really helping but it wasn’t your fault! i just needed some time to think to myself, i’m sorry. this whole time you thought i wanted to end things?” 

he nodded once and your frown deepened. “baby i would never,” you paused and pulled him close for a sweet kiss. 

his hands came up to hold your waist and you melted into him, the kiss clearly soothing his worries. the look of relief and love in his eyes was clear as day when you pulled away to catch his eye. 

“i promise i am happiest with you. i’m not going anywhere, unless you were planning on leaving any time s––”

his hands gripped your waist tighter, a fierce look appearing in his eyes. “no. you’re it for me.” 

you smiled, feeling something burst in your chest and gave him another kiss. “i love you.” 

his hands made their way under your shirt and you hummed, pulling away to stop him. “baby i’m kinda tired today.”

he shook his head, a light blush on his cheeks . “i know. i just prefer when you wear my shirts.” 

you smiled and moved your hands away, “oh, okay. then go ahead.”

he smiled back, “thank you.”  

#aone #aone angst #aone x reader #aone headcanon #aone hc #kyoutani #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani angst #kyoutani headcanon #kyoutani hc #oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa headcanon #oikawa hc #ushijima #ushijima x reader #ushijma angst #ushijima headcanon #ushijima hc

[fqiryspit]

𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 ; 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ok, this is just porn.

background info, You and Eren are fuck buddies and this is one of your many d-appointments but Eren decides to use a new pet name that you just can’t get enough of...

(warning this is my first time posting on here, I don’t understand anything. also, series ver of this is on my ao3 @jaegersmaid)

how did you get here?

sitting on Eren Jaegers lap. grinding on this swollen cock, going as slow~ possible...

"fuck~, please...please" he moaned

"Please what?"

"You are really something Y/n"

you suddenly stop grinding making him grab your hips in confusion, wanting you to move again

"Sorry...I don't understand what you want from me Jaeger" you ask innocently

"You know what I want"

"huh?" you tilt your head to the side, you love the embarrassed look on his face at you playing dumb. You want him to tell you what he wants.

"Use your words" you placed your cunt on his member again making him whine.

he digs his face into your shoulder, hiding from what he is about to ask

"Please touch me"

"That's all you needed to say" your hand slowly makes its way to his sweatpants, pulling them down.

his boxers didn't do him justice of how hard he was...he never knew how much he loved a woman dominating him...not to mention how much you loved seeing him all apart.

"What's gotten you all swollen? hmm? poor thing..." you slowly bring his boxers down

your fingers are about to touch his throbbing cock when you stop

"Answer me."

"fuck- it's y-you" he squirms

"Hmmm" your thumb rubs his pre-cum down his length and you slowly start pumping him making him moan into your shoulder

"Let me help you relieve some stress, baby"

"Please Mommy~"

you never knew how much you loved being called that

you wanted him to cry out that pet name until he got dazed, in too much pleasure to form a thought

you started to go faster...pumping up and down his length, until...he twitched in your hand

"Momm-" he suddenly came all over your hand

"Wow...that was fast"

he tried to hide his face, embarrassed at how long he lasted

you grabbed his face, making him look at you as you licked up your hand.

like a kitten drinking milk, you licked every last drop

"don't be an embarrassed baby...it happens"

"I-"

you interrupted him with a kiss, putting your forehead against his you said,

"taste yourself~" you went back to kissing him, slipping your tongue in...making you moan

you felt him getting hard again

"Want me to pump your cock again? or will you just cum immediately?"

"Yes, Mommy...I won't cum fast again" he whimpered

"Good"

your hand starts to pump him again

he throws his head back, moaning

"You're so good at this Mommy~ mhmmm"

"fuck, your cock feels so good in my palm baby" you moaned

"J-just like that~"

his eyes became hooded, the room filling up with unholy noises of your hand jerking him off and his moans...

"Please don't stop" he moaned

"fuck I need you in me right now..." you moaned, hearing you confess your lust must've done it for him because his member twitched in your palm again

"Mommy~ I'm cumming~" he moaned as he came once again.

you got on your knees and licked his cock clean

he watched as you kitten licked his tip, swirling your tongue on his tip...it took everything in him not to cum again.

once you were satisfied you got up,

you laid him down and removed your shirt, bra, and sweats...only in panties you started grinding on him again. just a thin layer is restricting you both and that drove him crazy

taking off his shirt, you started exploring his body...tapping your fingertips against his muscles like you weren't grinding on his dick

you finally removed your panties, reviling the mess you made in the fabric...

"So wet baby" He smirked

"oh shut up" you giggled

you rubbed his tip against your folds, moaning his name as you slipped him in

"fuck baby your so good"

after you adjusted you started to move

his hands rested on your hips, keeping you steady as you road him

"just like that, your so good at this...fuck~"

moving up and down on his dick it didn't take long before you started falling apart

you were a moaning mess riding his dick

mouth agape, squishy eyes that were only showing pure pleasure...sent him over the edge

he started thrusting himself deeper into your pussy hitting your g-spot again and again

"Mhmm! there fuck~ there" you yelped

"fucking hell you feel so good" he groaned

he suddenly flipped you over so he was on top of you, he started thrusting again

only this time he was going harder, and faster

"Eren this is too much! please~"

"Only I can make you feel this fucking good"

"Only I can fuck this pretty pussy"

"understand?"

"s-same goes for you" you whimpered

"of course baby"

"t-then mmm~...yes"

your response did it for him...he twitched inside of you and painted your walls with his cream, filling you up

“fuck~”

"good girl..."

seeing him jealous. seeing him confess that only he wanted to see you naked did it for you...

"Come on baby cum on my cock...I want to see your pretty juices fuck~ spread around m-my dick" you came all around his dick, moaning his name as you came...

he didn't stop thrusting, helping you ride out your orgasm...

he removed himself from you and watched as a mix of all his and your juices trickle down your pretty pussy lips  

he put his thumb up against your hole as the juices pumped out of your throbbing pussy

he look you in your eyes as he sucked his thumb, cleaning it up

"tasty"

#eren #eren smut #eren x you #eren yeager #eren x reader #mommy kink

[saintlike78]

Hiii can you do a poly marauders x fem reader where girls are being mean to her like calling her ugly and saying she dosnt deserve them so she’s breaks up but they find out what’s been happening and they get back together . (I couldn’t see if your requests are closed) ❤️

Greedy [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! You’re just fueling my addiction with writing poly Marauders fics… and I love it!!

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem!reader

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Fluff, polyamorous relationship, breakup, mentions of not eating, crying, reader being sad, mean girls. Lmk if I missed anything.

“Honestly you’re just being greedy!”

“They don’t even really like you; you were just the easiest.”

“You’re not even pretty enough for one of them, what makes you think you could have all three?”

“It’s only a matter of time before they get bored of you and trade you in for someone better and more deserving of their love.”

The words swarmed around your brain, a thick fog settling before your eyes as tears streamed down your face making everything blurry and wet. Your feet were clumsily transporting your body back to your dorm, trying your best to keep your head down avoiding the stares your fellow students were giving you.

You were trying to forget and ignore what those girls had said, but it kept playing on repeat in your mind. You knew that your three boys loved you, but the girl’s words filled your head with doubt. You knew that your boyfriends were too good for you, you didn’t deserve them, they would be better off without you or with somebody else. The thoughts were killing you; more tears escaped your eyes at the thought of them with somebody else tearing you apart, but it was necessary for their happiness. You could never make them happy; you could never be enough for them.

You ascended the stairs towards the girls’ dormitories but decided against it opting towards going to your boy’s dorm, wanting to feel the comfort of their room one last time.

You opened the wooden door but met by silence from the other side. The boys still had an hour of class left, leaving you to sit in sadness alone for a while longer before you would be breaking your own heart.

Walking across the room you stood in front of the mirror taking in your reflection, red puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks. Looking at yourself you understood what the girls saw, you had no idea how Remus, Sirius, and James had stayed with you as long as they had, but it was time you finally put them out of their misery even though it was killing you. Thinking about what would happen in less than an hour the tears pooled in your eyes once more, but you quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on Remus’ desk beside the mirror and wiped your eyes and the falling tears. You made your way into the connected bathroom, wanting to at least look somewhat presentable before the boys returned. You washed your face with cold water, the cool water washing away any redness, but not concealing the sadness that still lingered in your eyes.

The book in front of you could not hold your attention, your focus solely on the door of the dorm, just waiting. James’ soft blanket comforting you slightly but never distracting enough.

The door burst open and the loud chatter between the boys filled the quiet room. Their laughs warmed your heart, momentarily causing you to forget what was going to happen.

“Bunny, you’re here!” Remus just about shouted, running to you and getting on top of you kissing you all over your face.

You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips, but sadness bubbled up within you at the fact that you would never experience this again.

You softly pushed Remus off of you making him sit on his calves looking at you in a very confused manner.

“I need to talk with all of you,” you said trying to keep your voice steady, hoping they couldn’t tell how much you had been crying.

Sirius and James made their way to the bed as well, sitting beside Remus.

“That sounds so serious… you aren’t breaking up with us are you, pup?” Sirius joked, but your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth to reply, but no sound came out.

“Wait?! Are you?” James asked worriedly, noticing your face and lack of words.

You were fiddling with your hands, not looking in their eyes.

“Uhm… well… the thing is…. Uhm… y-yes.”

Tears filled your eyes when you finally muttered the words, not believing this was real, but you knew it needed to be done.

“What?! No! I was just kidding, you can’t break up with us, why would you say that?!” Sirius exclaimed, not believing his own ears. Tears gathered in all of their eyes, unbeknownst to you, since you still refused to meet their eyes.

“Bunny… you don’t mean that,” Remus tried, his voice breaking slightly at the effort of trying to contain his tears.

“I-I do, I’m s-sorry, I can’t be with you anymore,” you stammered, tears now leaking down your face once more. Your hands were shaking, and your limbs felt heavy, your heart shattering into a million pieces. You quickly got off of the bed facing the door wanting nothing more than to leave, not wanting to look at their faces because you knew if you did you would break even more.

They all stood from the bed as well walking towards you. James reached for your arm, but Sirius stopped him.

“Please, y/n, don’t do this… we love you; don’t you love us?” James tried, not trying to conceal his tears any longer, letting them fall freely down his cheeks.

“It’s f-for the b-best.”

“Y/n, don’t you love us anymore?” Sirius repeated James’ question since you chose to not answer, not wanting to lie.

A long silence ensued, you didn’t want to lie, but you knew that it was what you had to do for them to hate you.

“… n-no,” you whispered.

All of their hearts collectively shattered. Both Remus and James were freely crying, but Sirius was fuming, angry tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Fine! Then leave!” Sirius shouted causing you to jump slightly. Sirius felt his heartbreak and he felt guilty for scaring you, but he was just so angry and sad, he didn’t know how to handle it.

You quickly walked towards the door opening it, but before you left you turned around letting yourself cave and get one last look. Your breath caught in your throat when you took in their tear-covered faces, your already shattered heart turned to dust.

Whispering an almost inaudible ‘I’m sorry, you slid out the door, leaving the boys heartbroken and most of all confused as to when you suddenly stopped loving them.

You raced towards your own dorm, opening and slamming the door shut as soon as you had made it inside. As soon as the door was completely shut your legs failed you and you crumbled on the floor, loud sobs leaving your quivering lips. You had never felt pain like this before, it felt like someone had cut your heart out and ripped it apart in front of you, leaving you a bleeding broken mess.

Lily, who was laying in her bed, was startled by your sudden entrance but was quickly by your side as soon as you collapsed.

“Y/n/n, what’s wrong? What did they do?” she asked, clearly expecting the boys to be behind this, but also not quite believing they could hurt you to this point.

“I-I b-brok-e up w-w-with them!” you sobbed out, hiccups making it much harder to formulate a decent-sounding sentence.

“You did what?! Why? Just yesterday you were madly in love… what happened?” Lily’s confusion shone clearly through her tone, not understanding why you would do such a thing.

“P-please, I j-just want to sl-sleep,” there was nothing you wanted more than to lay in your bed and just disappear.

Lily just nodded and helped you towards your bed, helping you remove your shoes and grabbing your sleepshirt, which happened to be one of the boys’ shirts.

“Do you want to sleep in this?” Lily asked carefully.

You instantly nodded and grabbed the shirt from her grasp, wanting nothing more than to be comforted by your boys, but since that wasn’t an option, you opted for this.

Slipping into the warmth of your blanket the tears never ceased, but your eyes still fell shut, wanting to sleep the pain away.

“Do you want me to grab dinner for you later?” Lily asked softly, but already knowing the answer.

“No thanks… can you close the curtains around my bed?”

Lily sighed but did as you asked, knowing you just needed time.

In their dorm, Remus and James were pacing around the room whilst Sirius sat on Remus’ bed, trying to calm himself before dinner.

“I don’t understand, we were all fine yesterday,” James muttered loudly enough for the two others to hear him as well.

“What is it you don’t understand, Prongs? She loved us and now she doesn’t, ‘s as simple as that,” Sirius stated, his tone laced with bitterness, choosing to be angry instead of letting the sadness consume him.

Remus stopped his pacing and looked at Sirius’ seated form, “you don’t really believe that do you, Pads? … Prongs is right, we were all fine yesterday.”

Sirius just let out a ‘humph’ and crossed his arms, rising from the bed.

“Whatever, let’s just go to dinner… she’ll probably be there celebrating her freedom from us.”

This time James stopped to look at Sirius, “you know she would never do that and besides something doesn’t seem right… it’s too out of the blue.”

Remus nodded and let out an agreeing hum and they both followed Sirius towards the door.

Days passed; you hadn’t left your bed unless you had to use the bathroom. You were drowning in tears the pain in your heart not subsiding.

The teachers were informed that you were “sick” and that you needed some time to recover from your sudden illness.

The only time you had gotten any form of nutarians was when Lily basically forced you to consume something, anything. She was growing more worried each passing day, having talked to the boys and keeping them updated on your situation, since they all were worried as well and asked her to keep an eye on you for them since they hadn’t seen you since the day of the breakup.

The news of your breakup spread like wildfire; people not used to see the three boys without even a trace of you.

Remus was the first to experience a couple of the girls flirting very aggressively with him, but he brushed it off, knowing they could never replace you; it was you or nothing. Sirius was the next, he was less nice and told the girls to leave him alone. Lastly was James, he almost cried, wishing he could get you back, so he could be free from any other girls.

The girls were growing agitated by the lack of attention they were getting from the three Marauders, clearly not understanding why they were so upset by losing you.

It had been more than a week; Lily was studying in the library when she heard your name spoken behind one of the bookshelves. She stood from her seat, moving closer to listen to the girls on the other side.

“Ugh, it’s so frustrating! Sirius totally dismissed me the other day,” one of the girls complained.

“I know! I don’t understand, it’s been a week, they should be over her by now.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll soon realize that she wasn’t even that great and then they’ll be all over us,” the last girl said with a proud smirk.

The wheels in Lily’s head turned as she absorbed the conversation and as the last cog clicked into place realization struck – her legs couldn’t have moved faster out of the library if she tried, but she was on a mission to find the three heartbroken Marauders.

“REMUS!” Lily was sprinting towards the black lake where the three boys had been residing most of the week.

“Woah, Lily, calm down, love,” Remus chuckled and got up from his seated position to be level with Lily.

Lily sputtered, trying to catch her breath, bending so her hands were on her knees.

“Y/n… y/n,” Lily started, still struggling to get a word in between her gasping breaths.

“What’s wrong with y/n? is she okay?” Sirius said as he and James stood, panic flooding between the three of them at the thought that something had happened to you.

“She’s… fine… hhhh…” Lily drew a deep breath, regaining her ability to speak, “I don’t think she wanted to break up with you.”

“What do you mean?” Remus cocked an eyebrow, hope blossoming in the pit of his stomach at the prospect of getting their bunny back.

“She obviously did, she said she doesn’t love us anymore, so that’s it,” Sirius crossed his arms, his sadness still concealed by anger.

“She does love you, a lot actually… she’s been crying the whole week, she hasn’t left her bed… or dorm room for that matter,” Lily explained.

“I heard some girls talking about you three and y/n; they were speaking very ill of her and though I’m not sure, I think there’s a connection with them and y/n’s sudden need to end it with you three.”

“Are you sure? We don’t want to get our hopes up for nothing… we just really miss her,” James said sadly, all of them scared that their hearts would be broken all over again.

“I’m certain… she never shuts up about how much she loves you, which was the reason I was so shocked when she came in crying saying she had ended it.”

Lily hadn’t had the chance to properly finish her explanation before Sirius was bolting towards the castle and towards Gryffindor tower, with Remus and James close on his heel.

When three boys entered your dorm room, all out of breath and red in their faces, you were asleep curled up on your bed, still wearing what the boys recognized as Sirius’ t-shirt. They couldn’t ignore the dried tears that stained your cheeks, your face red from the crying, your lips turned down in a sad frown, even in sleep.

Remus was the first to walk towards your bed, seating himself beside you, slowly stroking your cheek as to wake you. James and Sirius placed themselves on the bed as well, waiting for you to open your beautiful eyes.

“Puppy… you gotta wake up now,” Sirius spoke softly, rubbing your back gently.

You stirred and slowly opened your eyes, focusing on the three boys on your bed; instantly deciding that you were dreaming, not believing that they could really be there.

“Hi… Remmy, Siri, and Jamsie,” you grogged out, voice hoarse from the constant crying.

“I wish you were here in real life.”

“Baby, we are here, this is real life,” James chuckled softly, still scared that you really didn’t love them.

You quickly sat up, reaching out and touching Remus’ face, only to just as quickly retract your hand when you felt the very real Remus sitting in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” You breathed quickly, not wanting them to see you in your broken state.

“Lily was worried about you… and she overheard something interesting in the library from some girls… so we want you to tell us what happened,” Remus spoke slowly and reached out to take your fiddling hands in his.

“What do you mean?” you played dumb, not wanting to answer their question, knowing you would break again if you did.

“We want you to tell us why you broke up with us, and not to lie this time,” Sirius was trying to conceal his anger, not wanting to upset you even further.

You let out a shaky breath, not knowing where to start; you looked between them all, all of them eager to hear what you had to say and listening intently.

“I was talking to this group of girls, and they got into my head about how you're all too good for me I don't deserve you... I just feel like you guys deserve someone way better than me and more beautiful than me that's why I wanted to give you an opportunity to be free from me.”

The three boy’s eyes widened in shock at your words, all three of their jaws open wide almost hanging on the floor from pure disbelief.

“Bunny, you're the most beautiful girl we've ever known we love you so much more than you ever know... We are the ones who don't deserve you, you’re an absolute angel and you should never let any stupid lowlife girls tell you that you're not good enough,” Remus said reaching out and stroking your cheek softly, tears gathered in his eyes.

Sirius’s eyes flashed red, he was in two minds, keeping you company or going to murder the girls who made you believe such nonsense, but he chose the first option, scooting closer to you and engulfing you in his arms.

“Puppy, please never listen to those stupid girls again... This week without you has been pure agony I've been stuck with these two idiots for far too long,” Sirius whispered to you whilst stroking your hair.

“Does that mean that we can get back together,” James said with a shy grin.

“Of course, if you'll have me back,” you looked at all three of them hopefully knowing that they in no way were obligated to get back together with you after what you'd put them through.

“Of course, will have you, we can't imagine life without you… a week was way too long without you,” Sirius said, his fingers tilting your chin so that you're forced to look into his eyes, he leaned down and kissed your lips - a whole week's worth of passion translated into this kiss.

Remus and James both moved so that they could embrace both you and Sirius creating one big ball of love.

#poly marauders #marauders #marauders fluff #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders angst #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter

[chifuyusfingers]

~Tokyo Revengers members reaction to their girlfriend overhears them calling her clingy~

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M i k e y

Mikey stared at your figure on the couch, your hands tightly curled around the remote and your eyes glued to the movie on the television. Something was wrong but he could definitely feel it. He knew that there was something different about you but he didn’t know what. “Y/n?” he called out, awaiting your response. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you mumbled a ‘yes'. “Aren’t you gonna come and gimme a hug like always?” he asked, voice wavering. Mikey hated how he sounded but he finally realized what was causing him a bother, you hadn’t been greeting him when he arrived home anymore. “What’s wrong?” he asked right after realizing what was the problem. Normally you were the type of person to not just burst out your emotions like that but before you could collect yourself,. “I,,I-” you stopped for a second to collect your breath “-I overheard what you told draken and im sorry for being so clingy.” the tears were already dripping down your cheeks mikey's eyes wavered at your words “Baby I didn't mean it like that,,Im sorry that I made you feel that way I was stressed. I love how clingy you are, and I just love the way you love me,” Mikey softly spoke, pulling you in for a gentle hug.

D r a k e n

Draken loved how clingy you could be, some days he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms. Afterall, it wasn’t easy being the vice captain of toman. Your arms were a safe haven, the one place we he truly felt like he could relax and not have to worry about anything. However, when draken was truly feeling stressed about the whole pa-chin thing he would take the anger and worries out on things that didn’t make him angry. Which is how he ended up in the situation he was in. Tears burning your cheeks and eyes red and puffy. Your arms were tightly crossed around your chest as you struggled to get the words out. Draken hated seeing you this way and it pained him even more to know that it was his fault. “Y/n what you overheard was a private conversation with Mikey that I said under an enormous amount of stress and it wasn’t true,” he calmly explained. Your tears momentarily halted as you asked “Are you sure?” in reassurance. Draken didn’t say anything but opened his arms for you. Immediately you ran to his arms as he tightly held you “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

B a j i

Baji sighed as he rubbed his temples. There was so much going on his life and he just wanted to lay in bed and cuddle with you. But you were angry with him and he couldn’t figure out why. Between you and all his works he felt like he was being torn apart. Sighing heavily he looked up at you “Y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong otherwise I can’t do anything about it,” Baji stated trying to help the situation. “Im just being less clingy, that’s what you wanted, right?’ you asked in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice. Baji's brows furrowed as he racked his brain for answers, why would you think--- chifuyu . “What did chifuyu tell you?” his anger was bubbling a little more. “chifuyu didn’t tell me anything. I went to the hideout to drop off some food when I heard you telling him I was annoyingly clingy so I left,” you explained. “Y/n, I guess I didn’t realize how much I love your clinginess until you stopped in. Im sorry I love your clinginess,” he sighed while the weight finally lifted from your shoulders. You smiled and opened your arms, missing giving your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend hugs.

M i t s u y a

He stared out the window with a blank look on his face. The image of your sadden expression burning into his mind. It was his fault, really. You guys got into a pretty bad fight and he was just upset over that. While ranting to Draken about you and the whole ordeal he said that you were “overly clingy to the point it was creepy.” What he did not expect was for you to go to draken's place to apologize for the fight, overhearing the comments he made. Your face shown pure agony, his heart breaking more every millisecond. Regret. He felt regret that he didn’t run after you to explain himself. “I'm creepy,,huh?” your voice sounded shattered as you spoke with no emotion. “Y/n,I didn’t mean it like that I was just upset. You’re not creepy and I don’t know why I even said that fuck it ,” Mitsuya said, now the one crying.”I mean at the time I meant it but now that i’ve calmed down I don’t,can you please forgive me? I just didn't know what came over me I'm so sorry” Mitsuya added hopelessly. Your whole body felt tired and like you’d spent the past hours running miles. You knew Mitsuya, that sometimes he said things he didn’t mean. You wrapped your arms around his sitting figure, his head resting in your chest. “Im glad you dont care that I m clingy”

C h i f u y u

Chifuyu stared at the menu as he continued to talk about his relationship. He confided in Takemichi with private and personal problems, and trusted his advice. Sat at a table a few rows back your grip on the coffee mug began to tighten the more he spoke. Sitting across from you, your dear friend watch with a saddened expression. “I thought things between you both were going good?,” she questioned, voice laced with obvious confusion. You didn’t say anything but placed some money on the table and sat up to leave. You couldn’t bare to stay there any longer, hearing the things Chifuyu was saying about you was really hurting you. Once you arrived at your house you laid in bed and quietly wept. After a few hours your phone lit up showing that Chifuyu was calling. Rolling to your side you ignored it, not wanting to talk to him. A few more hours had passed when Chifuyu barges into your house, confused and worried as to why you never answered his calls. “Y/n?,” he called our softly, carefully pushing the bedroom door open. Even in the dark room he could make out your silhouette in the bed. “Hey what’s wrong?,” he asked already knowing something was up. Despite wanting to yell at him you turned over and looked him dead in the eyes “Why are you being so clingy?” Was what you had asked with ill intentions. Immediately he understood your reasons behind not answering the phone. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” he simply said. You felt the bed dip as he took a seat upon the comfy thing. “Yeah and what else haven’t I heard that I wasn’t supposed to? What else have you been saying?” Chifuyu could tell you were rightfully upset. “Y/n,I did mean it when I say you’re clingy, but If I had a problem with it wouldn’t I have told you? Im a straight up person,” Chifuyu confessed, hands reaching over towards your figure. "But I decided to fuck it up, I'm sorry baby I'm so sorry" It was silent for a moment as you processed his words. Sighing heavily you rolled to face him “Do you promise that it doesn’t bother you severely?’ you questioned earning a nod from Chifuyu. He leaned down a placed a gentle kiss on your cheek “I mean it.”

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That would be all~ I'm so sorry I know I write like shit, besides it's my first time writing something~ #

#Tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey sano #baji x reader #chifuyu imagines #chifuyu x reader #draken x reader #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #anime imagines #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader

[bluejayblueskies]

oh if you did a little something for jonmartin and "hiding their face in the other’s neck" i would be so 🥺💕

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a little post-circus kidnapping hurt/comfort! cw for wounds/injury, mild blood, mentions of non-consensual touching, and mentions of kidnapping

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There is a stranger’s elbow digging into Jon’s side.

He shifts from one foot to the other, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his side while surreptitiously giving the stranger a glare that he hopes adequately conveys his dislike of the current situation. The tube is packed, as it always is at this time of day, and there are… so many strange hands. An elbow, at least, is better than the hand that had pressed to his back as the individual it belonged to had instinctively tried to maintain their balance.

After all, Nikola didn’t touch him with her elbows.

Jon doesn’t want to think about that. He doesn’t want to think about any of it. He wants to lie down in a soft bed and get his first good night’s sleep in a month and finally have the space to process. Alone.

Instead, Martin stands next to him on the train. His hand rests just beneath Jon’s where it grips one of the metal poles, and Martin takes care not to brush against him despite how crowded the car is. Jon considered telling Martin, when they first got on the tube, that it was okay—that his touch would be… well, it wouldn’t be bad. But he’d stayed silent, allowing Martin to cultivate a careful space between them. They’ve been silent for the past twenty minutes as they’ve passed by station after station on their way to Martin’s flat in Brixton.

“I have a flat,” Jon had said uncomprehendingly when Martin had suggested (or rather, gently begged) that Jon come back to his flat with him. “It’s, um. It’s nice. Spacious. S-sturdy locks.”

“You… you don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Martin had said, sounding and looking very much like he wished Jon would anyway.

“I’m fine.” Jon was not fine. But he could be fine until he got back to his flat. It was always good to have a short-term goal.

Martin gave him a look that clearly said that he thought Jon was full of shit. Jon was, but it was still unnecessary. He was just trying to keep it together. What did Martin want—him sobbing and crumpling to the floor right here in the Archives? No, that wouldn’t do at all.

“You were kidnapped. Twice now. I really don’t want it to happen a third time. Besides, I…” Martin trailed off and fluttered his hands at his sides. “I—I should take a look at your hand. And your, um. Wrists.”

Jon looked down at his arms. They were, indeed, quite red and raw and scabbed over and likely to scar. Nikola had been irritated when she’d seen that he’d been tied up so tightly, but she’d decided there was nothing to be done about it. She would just ‘make do with what she had.’ And, well. She had never stopped Breekon and Hope when they’d cinched the ropes just a little bit tighter each time.

“I have first aid supplies in my flat,” Jon lied. He was fairly certain that he had a backpack of What the Ghost merchandise and a single mattress to his name at the moment. “I can take care of it.”

“So can I.” Martin took a deep breath. “I just… I don’t want to see you hurt, Jon.” His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, and he looked over Jon’s shoulder at the wall behind him. “J-just for tonight, at least? I want…” Martin swallowed. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”

And then Martin had turned those lovely blue eyes to his, and, well. Here they are.

Jon adds 24 hours onto his mental countdown of the time he has left until he’s allowed to break down and tells himself that he can manage. It’s… important to have long-term goals as well. He splits this one into steps.

Step one: get to Martin’s flat without crying. He achieves this easily enough. He finally escapes the cloying presence of strangers as Martin’s door shuts behind them, and then it’s blissfully quiet. Martin flips on a light, illuminating the space in pale yellow. It’s a little bit messy but otherwise spartan. The walls are painted a dull eggshell white, the floor made of cheap lino. Martin sits Jon down on the couch and disappears into the bathroom. Jon stares at the wall and focuses on breathing evenly and thinking about anything other than how smooth his skin feels when he slowly rubs his fingers together.

Step two: let Martin bandage his wounds without crying. This is… more challenging, if only because it hurts. Martin apologizes profusely as he wets a cotton ball with isopropyl alcohol and gently cleans the inflamed areas. Jon sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, focusing on anything other than the stinging, burning sensation in his wrists and hands. Funny—he’d thought that at this point, he would be used to the pain, but he’s not. All he knows now is what to expect.

Martin carefully wraps his hand and wrists in bandages. For a moment after he’s done, he delicately holds Jon’s hands in his like they’re porcelain. His hands are warm and soft, and Jon imagines how lovely they would feel against his cheeks. He thinks briefly that Martin is going to raise his unbandaged hand to his lips and lay a kiss across the back of it, but Martin doesn’t. Instead, he sets Jon’s hands back in his lap and stands, mumbling that he’s going to go make some tea.

Jon scrubs his uninjured hand across his eyes, just once.

Step three: sit on the couch with Martin and drink tea without crying. Martin presses a mug of steaming chamomile into his good hand and lays a plate of biscuits between them. “Th-they’re your favorite,” Martin says with a small, nervous laugh, like Jon’s not already staring at the plate with something choked sitting in the back of his throat. “I—I figured you probably haven’t really eaten today, and… I don’t really know what you’ve eaten lately. So, um. Yeah.”

Jon thinks of the things that Nikola had called food, then chooses not to think of them at all. He tucks the memory into a box next to cold hands and exposed skin and burning ropes and slams the lid before it can all come spilling back out again. “Thank you,” he says earnestly. He gingerly takes a biscuit in his stiff, aching hand that hasn’t had the time to heal properly and probably won’t get the chance to do so in the future and pops it into his mouth whole so he doesn’t get crumbs on Martin’s couch.

Step four: eat a biscuit that tastes like the best biscuit you’ve ever had and is the first palatable food you’ve had in weeks without crying.

“Jon?”

Jon blinks and comes back to himself. He’s staring blankly at Martin’s face, at eyebrows folded in concern and mouth curled into a small frown. Martin’s freckles are smudged into smears of tan, and the lines of his jaw waver like a mirage in front of Jon’s eyes. That’s odd, Jon thinks. Then, he feels something wet hit the top of his cheek.

Oh, no.

Quickly, Jon reaches up and scrubs the tears away from his eyes. As soon as he lowers his hand, more spring up in their place. He curses and sets his mug of tea down heavily on the table, taking one more look at Martin—whose eyes are now wide with worry—before turning away and attempting to pull himself together.

Step five: stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying.

(Stop crying, his grandmother says as he stands in the living room, hands and knees dirty and hair a mess. He’s managing to say words between his sobs, words like book and stole and spider. She’s frowning at him, but her voice is still patient and calm when she says, You’re not making any sense, Jonathan. Stop crying, please, and speak clearly. You had a nightmare?)

“Jon, what’s—” Martin catches himself, which Jon is thankful for. He thinks that if Martin had finished that question—asked him what’s wrong—Jon wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from saying, what isn’t? “What can I do to help?” he says instead, a hand hovering carefully in the air between them like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch Jon or not.

“Don’t look,” Jon manages to say. He immediately feels ridiculous and follows with a quick: “S-sorry, it’s—I don’t k-know how to—I’m not—I’m n-not good at—”

“I’m not looking,” Martin says softly.

Jon cuts off, takes a breath, and turns his head back toward Martin. True to his word, Martin has his eyes closed, though his hand remains in the air between them. Jon presses his good hand to his mouth for a moment to hide how the sight rips a new, more ragged sob out of him. Then, tentatively, he reaches forward and takes Martin’s hand.

Martin inhales sharply. Jon almost lets go, but Martin curls his fingers around Jon’s hand and squeezes. He holds Jon’s hand tightly yet so achingly softly, and Jon could weep. (Or rather, is weeping.)

“Can I hug you?” Martin says abruptly, like he’d been fighting an internal battle about whether or not to say it and had just lost. His cheeks darken, but he doesn’t say anything else or take it back. His jaw shifts as he pinches his lips together and worries them back and forth.

Jon is… not the kind of person who initiates or seeks out hugs. He always makes them too stiff, or he holds on just a bit too long and makes them awkward, or he doesn’t know what to do with his hands and ends up just dangling them uselessly in the air. He’s also never really seen the point of them if he’s being honest. As a form of greeting, surely handshakes or waves or head nods get the point across just fine. Right now, though, there is truly nothing in the world that Jon thinks would make him feel safer than having Martin’s arms around him.

Jon nods, then remembers that Martin can’t see him and whispers, in as composed a voice as he can muster: “Please.”

Step six: hug Martin Blackwood without falling apart completely.

Martin’s arms are soft and warm around him. His chest is flush with Jon’s, and he’s holding him so close that Jon is practically on Martin’s lap. All Jon can think is that it’s been so long since he’s been held by something not made of sawdust or plastic. He grips the back of Martin’s jumper with lotion-soft hands and cries tears that have been collecting for a month into the fabric as he buries his face in Martin’s neck. Martin’s hands rub large circles across Jon’s back, and he’s whispering gentle words into Jon’s ear. Things about safe and okay and time and here.

By the time Jon feels thoroughly wrung dry, his cheeks are sticky and his head is throbbing and he’s desperately in need of a glass of water. He takes a few deep breaths, then carefully extracts himself from Martin’s arms. Martin lets him go easily, though his hands remain resting lightly on Jon’s elbows as if he can’t bear to let him go completely.

Jon thinks he knows the feeling.

Martin’s eyes are still closed, and Jon is hit with such a swell of affection he can hardly breathe around it. “Y-you can open your eyes,” he says, a bit sheepishly. Martin does, and if he’s affected by the state of Jon’s face, he doesn’t show any indication of it. “Sorry,” Jon mumbles, twisting his ring—now on his left middle finger instead of his right—around and around mindlessly. “I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Jon.” Martin squeezes Jon’s elbows gently. “I understand. Any time you need me to look away, I will. Okay? I just…” He takes a breath. “I’ll always be here. F-for you when you need me.”

If Jon weren’t thoroughly out of tears, that would make his eyes water. Instead, he nods and offers a small, weak smile. “I know. Thank you, Martin. It… just. Thank you.”

Step seven: fall asleep safe against Martin’s side in the bed that he insists is big enough for two, face pressed into Martin’s neck once again and hands curled loosely in Martin’s sleep shirt.

He’s so drained by the time they’re there, so wrung-out and empty and relaxed, that he manages to do so almost immediately. He thinks he hears Martin murmur, “Sleep well, love,” as he drifts off. But it disappears into the fuzzy border between sleep and wakefulness, slipping from Jon’s mind entirely as he fades to black.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #willoftitanium #my fic #my writing