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jakeyzzz · 1 year

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♡ jay headcanon inspired by the 30th by billie eilish ♡

☁️ angst / fluff ☁️ - jay x f! reader -

⚠️ warnings - (jay got into an accident,injuries,slight swearing,kissing,jay being a big baby,reader has brown eyes,crying,pain) - ⚠️ LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING !!

‼️ english is not my first language so please be nice ♡

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There he was. Lying on his hospital bed,looking beautiful as ever. Even the little wounds and scratches on his face caused by the accident he got into didn't make him look less handsome. He was lucky...things really could've been worse. And as soon as you entered the room,your eyes met. Your big brown eyes were filled with tears . You were scared and incredibly worried about your injured boyfriend . But he smiled at you. Even though he was in pain, he smiled. There was nothing he hated more than seeing you like this. ,,Hey my love" was the first thing he said when he laid his eyes on you. You immediately started walking towards him. His eyes softened as soon as he saw the tear running down your rosy cheek. ,,Jay you have no fucking idea how scared I was" He weakly wiped away the tear on your cheek. ,,I know...so was I. " He really tried his best to calm you down. He slowly caressed your hand with his thumb,while you just stared at him. ,,How can someone look so beautiful after an accident" He chuckled at your question before softly shrugging his shoulders. He hissed in pain,which immediately made you get up from the chair you put next to his bed earlier. ,,I'm okay Princess. Please don't worry and sit down. I just shouldn't have moved my shoulders like that." He giggled,finding your fast reaction kind of cute. ,,Stop scaring me like that" You said with glassy eyes before sitting down again and leaning your head against his Arm. Jay smiled down at you. ,,Thank you for taking care of me like that i really love you a lot Y/N" His words made you smile against his Arm. You looked at him,before carefully placing a kiss on his forehead. ,,I love you more, pretty boy" . Before you could sit back down again, Jay slightly pulled your Hand towards him. ,,You forgot something" He said. You looked at him,slightly confused. He playfully smiled,before softly tapping his beautiful pink Lips with his Fingers. You immediately got the Message. You wanted to kiss him so bad...but you really didn't wanna hurt him. He knew exactly what you were thinking right now. ,,It's okay love you won't hurt me. Please ?" The Male said while looking at you with big eyes. How could you say no to that. So once again you carefully leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his Lips. Jay smiled as he tried to steal another kiss from your Lips. ,,No Jay you're gonna stay there. Stop moving i don't want you to be in pain" Jay pouted. ,,I forgot about the pain. Why am I at the Hospital again ?" You giggled at his stupid Joke as you shook your head. Jay slowly took your Hand before he carefully intertwined your Fingers. ,,Thank you for being mine" He said before softly kissing the back of your Hand. You slightly blushed. ,,Thank you for choosing me" You whispered. He smiled at you with so much love in his eyes,you had no idea how you even deserved a Boy like him. And a few Minutes later ,you both fell asleep listening to each others Heartbeats.

#enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jay #enhypen headcanons #enhypen drabbles #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #fluff #enhypen jay fluff #enhypenfluff #headcanon #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypenjayheadcanon #billie eilish #the 30th #jay park #Spotify

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lionmythflower · 2 months

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yk who the song the 30th reminds me of? Not rosekiller, not wolfstar, it reminds me Evan and Remus. I just imagine Remus getting in a car accident and evan absolutely FREAKING OUT. Bc they're bsf.

#I SWEAR THIS ISN'T BC OF A RANDOM INCORRECT QUOTE I SWEAR #remus lupin #evan rosier #billie eilish #the 30th

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ghostofajuciebox · 2 years

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no one told me billie eilish was going to make me cry tonight wtf

#billie eilish #TV #the 30th #sobbing.

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onceuponaweirdo · 1 month

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I'm contemplating whether I still want to be alive or not. Yes, I'm contemplating whether I should actually be alive or not. And the worst is that I'm not deep into a depressive episode, I'm not going through suicidal ideation, I'm not swarmed by deep emotions.

It's a simple Sunday afternoon, I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen preparing lunch, the kids are making noise in the living room and I'm thinking "should I still be alive by tomorrow?"

#bpd #neurodivergent #thoughts #random thoughts #its a strange point that I've reached #asd #the 30th #billie eilish #Spotify

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paloma-ascends-into-hellfire · 2 months

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song lyrics that make me sob uncontrollably

for someone who’s not a crier, i’ve sure been doing a lot of crying lately so here is a list of lyrics that have made me cry recently.

i put on survivor just to watch somebody suffer/maybe i should get some sleep/sinking in the sofa as they all betray each other/what’s the point of anything?/all of my friends are missing again/that’s what happens when you fall in love/you don’t have the time, you leave them all behind/you tell yourself, “it’s fine, i’m just in love” (Billie Eilish, “TV”, Guitar Songs (2022))

i’ll try not to starve myself/just because you’re mad at me/the internet’s gone wild watching movie stars on trial/while they’re overturning roe v wade (Billie Eilish, “TV”, Guitar Songs (2022))

don’t you worry ‘bout your curly hair/clothes that don’t quite fit you anywhere/voices echo in the gym […]/i’m so sorry that they pick you last/try to say your foreign name and laugh/i know that you feel loud, so different from the crowd/of big blue eyes and long blonde hair and boys that stare/but, baby, know that/you’ll grow up and/grow so tough and charm them all/write your story/fall in love a little too/the things you thought you’d never do (Laufey, “Letter to My 13-Year-Old Self, Bewitched (2023))

all this time /i didn’t know/that you were breaking down […]/too young to know it gets better/i’ll be summer sun for you forever/forever winter if you go/he seems fine most of the time/forcing smiles and neverminds (Taylor Swift, “Forever Winter (Taylor’s Version)”, Red (Taylor’s Version) (2021)

if i was standing there in your apartment/i’d take that bomb in your head and disarm it/i’d say i love you even at your darkest/and please don’t go […]/he says he doesn't believe anything much he hears these days/i say, "Believe in one thing, I won't go away" (Taylor Swift, “Forever Winter (Taylor’s Version)”, Red (Taylor’s Version) (2021)

i feel your compliments like bullets on skin (Olivia Rodrigo, “lacy”, Guts (2023))

all the time/i’m grateful all the time/i’m sexy and i’m kind/i’m pretty when i cry (Olivia Rodrigo, “all-american bitch”, Guts (2023))

you need a hug, are you alright?/nobody’s loved you much tonight (Em Beihold, “12345”, Egg in the Backseat (2022))

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ilovebillieeilish · 1 year

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Billie Eilish's 'The 30th' reached 100 MILLION Streams on Spotify!🤍

#billie eilish #blohsh #therefore i am #billie #eilish #my future #im the bad guy #billie eilish pirate baird o'connell #o'connell #happier than ever #the 30th #spotify

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girl-in-the-thunderbolt-suit · 2 years

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Billie Eilish just keeps serving that heartbreaking relatability in her songs

#billie eilish guitar songs #billie eilish #tv #the 30th #happier than ever #billie eilish tv #relateable #mental health

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arkytiorwrites · 2 years

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What If… Doctor Strange had Someone Who Loved Him When He Lost His Hands?

Stephen Strange (616) x OC

So, I wrote this at two in the morning in response to this post. And I have to say I’m pretty damn proud of it. I thought about making it x reader, but it makes more sense with an OC. And I readily admit that Stephen is pretty OOC, but I think we all know deep down, that man is sobbing 24/7 for affection.

The 30th,

Rory gets a call from her favorite doctor after he fails to show up for his award ceremony, and realizes something is very wrong.

How? How could I not have realized? How could I have been so blind? I should’ve known when he didn’t show, the wrecked rail along the road I knew he would have taken.

I had been called at four in the morning, head pounding from the champagne, his voice shaky and slurred, and it was then I knew.

I ran from our apartment, barely giving enough time to pull on the protective gear for my bike over my pj’s. God only knows how many rules of the road I’d broken in the agonizing, slow as dripping pine sap, forty-five minutes it took me to get to Metro General Hospital.

I ran to Reception, I don’t remember parking the bike and at that moment I didn’t care. The nurse looked a bit shocked, I imagined I was a bit of a mess, makeup smeared from last night, green and gold eyes glistening with terrified tears, short, red fox hair a wreck from pulling my helmet off.

“Where is he?” I pleaded, voice cracking horribly.

“Miss, calm down-“

“Just tell me where he is, goddamnit!” I screamed, the sickening terror crawling up along my throat accompanied by the taste of bile.

“Rory!” a familiar voice cried, cutting through the panic and anxiety clouding my mind.

Turning, I saw Christine hurrying down the hall towards me, blue scrubs a lovely contrast to her dark auburn hair.

“Christine,” I sobbed brokenly. “I. I came. I came as soon as I got the call. I… please. Is he-?”

“He’s going to be okay, Rory. It’s alright. I’ll take you to him,” the older woman promised, pulling my shaking, scrawny frame into a strong hug.

“I’ll take it from here, Jackie,” she informed the reception nurse before guiding me toward the room where Stephen was recovering.

I had met Stephen Strange in a Starbucks, of all the cliche places. He’d spotted me reading one of my childhood favorites, and clearly in a bad mood, started grumbling to himself about what the younger generation had come to. Overhearing him, I had neatly responded with a well thought out argument of my own about the comfort and delight rereading something my dad had read to me as a child brought me before going back to my book. Somehow, we managed to hit it off, and started dating six months later. Three years later, I had been planning to propose to him because clearly hell would freeze over before Stephen grew a pair.

I had it all planned out, he’d accept his award at the party, schmooze for a bit, then take him out to the balcony and ask. Hopefully, he’d say yes. Now. Now I had no idea if ever would be a good time.

Christine led me to a private room in the recovery ward, stopping before entering.

“Rory, you need to understand, his hands were badly damaged, EMS found him past the golden hour of nerve recovery, he. He’s in pretty bad shape. We did what we could. But…”

I got the message.

“Honestly, he could look like fucking Darth Vader, as long as he’s alive,” I stated before carefully opening the door.

All the warning in the world couldn’t have prepared me for what I saw next.

Stephen lay in the sterile, white room, face horribly bloody and bruised, but what made tears start to roll down my cheeks… were his hands.

Pins stuck out from every segment of his fingers, and suspended in the air. One look and even I knew. He’d never operate again.

“Oh, Jesus,” I quietly swore. “This’ll kill him.”

“Just,” Christine began, placing a hand on my shoulder in silent support. “Just be there for him. He won’t admit it, but he needs you.”

I nodded silently, and stumbled over to the single chair next to the bed to sit. Christine left to give us some privacy.

Something must have alerted him to the presence of someone in the room, because he shifted a bit and mumbled, “Christine?”

“Hey dumbass,” I called softly.

His lovely, ever shifting glasz eyes cracked open, and widened further at the sight of me.

“Rory? What. What are you doing here?”

“You called me, remember?” I explained gently.

“No, not really,” he confessed, closing his eyes.

“You were pretty out of it from what I could hear, you still are,” I laughed hoarsely. Curling in on myself in a vain attempt at substituting the safety Stephen’s arms always gave.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?” I asked, tilting my head in confusion even though he couldn’t see.

“That you have to see me like this.”

“Sweetheart, you could be black and blue and stuffed in a five hundred year old potato sack, and you’d still be the prettiest bitch in Brooklyn,” I snorted, fighting the urge to hold him. It was probably the last thing that would help.

He laughed a bit of that, then winced.

“Thanks, but making me laugh is not a good idea right now, darling,” he admitted.

“Understood,” I nodded, trying not to cry. “I’m sorry I didn’t figure out what happened.”

“You couldn’t have known, I was being stupid.”

“Were you looking at cases while driving? Stephen, goddamnit how many times have I told you-?”

“I know. I know. Clearly, I’ve paid for my mistakes,” he snapped.

“Not to be superstitious or anything, but texting while driving in 2016? Babe, you are in for some deep shit,” I snorted. (Oh, how little did I know how right I was)

We were silent for a while before Stephen finally said, “Rory, there. There was something I wanted to give you last night. It should be in my jacket pocket.”

I checked the cabinet where his personal effects should be, and found the jacket, blood stained and glass torn. Reaching into the right pocket, I pulled out a small, red velvet box.

I brought it over, and he haltingly asked me to open it. I did, and what was inside almost made me start crying again.

Inside, was a simple gold band inlayed with a row of small emeralds, just like my mother’s wedding band. Looking up, I met Stephen’s anxious gaze with wonder.

“Steph. Were. Were you going to…?”

“Yes,” he admitted, looking away. “When I accepted the award, I was going to ask you to come up onstage with me, and I was going to propose. But, I understand if you say no.”

I couldn’t help it, I began a laugh that quickly dissolved into crying.

“Oh. God, honey,” I sobbed. “We’re both so stupid.”

“What. What do you mean?” He asked warily, clearly unsure what to make of my tears.

Reaching into the pocket of my jacket, I pulled out my own velvet box, this one black. It had become a habit to carry it with me, just in case. He stared in shock as I opened it to reveal a black band with a pattern of sapphires and diamonds going around it.

“You-?”

“After you got the award, I was gonna take you to the balcony and ask. I wanted it to be somewhere private in case you said no,” I confessed, still crying a little.

He started to cry/laugh to, wincing as each movement made his ribs hurt.

“For people who are supposed to be intellectual geniuses, we’re so goddamn stupid,” Stephen admitted with the crooked little smile that I knew was just for me. He didn’t even give Christine that smile.

“Yeah we are,” I agreed with a matching grin.

“Do. Do you think you can wait until I can put it on you myself?” he queried shyly.

“Babe, I’d wait until the last bit of stardust was reduced to nothing for you, of course I will,” I informed him with a soft smile.

He smiled at me again, a full, honest one and it took everything in me to fight the urge to hold him and kiss him silly.

“Would you please lay down next to me, darling?” he requested.

“Always, lemme get out of these,” I agreed. Shimmying out of the jacket and pants, pulling off my boots, I finger combed my hair as I carefully considered the best way to curl up as close as I could to… my fiancé.

He blinked in surprise when he saw I was still in my sweatpants and his Pink Floyd t-shirt.

“I didn’t think getting changed was that important,” I shrugged as I carefully crawled up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt my whole body relax when I felt him tilt his chin to rest in the still messy mop of my hair.

“God I’m so glad you weren’t with me, darling,” he confessed after I had almost drifted off. “I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you.”

“Knowing you, you’d probably try to find a way to alter a fixed point in your past,” I mumbled sleepily. “Time travel 101, never try to alter your personal past, or the past in general, really. Especially fixed points. Big no no.”

We were quiet again for a bit, before Stephen piped up again.

“I wish I could hold you.”

“Gently. You’re holding me gently.”

“Gently? At a time like this?”

“Gently!” I squeaked as I finished the quote from the Princess Bride. “God, I love you, you absolute nerd.”

“Could you repeat that? I don’t think the whole hospital heard you. I have a reputation to maintain,” he teased.

“Please. Everyone knows you’re an absolute softie. You’re dating me, remember?” I fired back, our well rehearsed banter helping me to realize that Stephen was alive, and he was going to be okay.

“Yeah. That’s completely annihilated it, hasn’t it?”

“Yup. Now shush, you need to rest. Doctor’s girlfriend’s orders,” I scolded lightly as I nuzzled further into his shoulder.

“Wow, pulling that card, are we? And you mean fiancée, right?”

“Not till you put a ring on it. Now I’m serious, Stephen Strange. Sleep.”

“It’s Doctor Stephen Strange,” he grumbled mutinously.

“Quit quoting Pirates at me and sleep, or I’ll get Christine to give you enough sedagives to knock out three Frankensteins.”

“As long as you quit making Young Frankenstein references.”

“Deal.”

It didn’t take long for him to pass out now that he was no longer actively fighting the meds coursing through his system. I stayed awake, the emotional rollercoaster I’d been on since I woke up needing time to come to a stop.

Alone with my anxiety, I couldn’t help but think about all the ways that Stephen could have ended up in the morgue rather than beside me. He could have been slammed off a bridge and straight into the river. In a neighborhood filled with kids, what if it had been raining? Or God forbid, snowing. What if he’d been in the middle of nowhere? And he’d never been found? If anything had changed, if it had been on a different day, would he not had survived?

No. No. No, he’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive. I repeated to myself firmly, pressing closer to the warm body beside me. Eyes glued to the heart monitor measuring each steady beat of the heart I could hear under my ear.

He’s alive.

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