#I didn’t feel as good abt this one but maybe it’s bc I don’t write super dom men as much??

[collectivecloseness]

Obsessed with all your Kurt fics! Was wondering if maybe you could do something along the lines of watching a scary movie with him and rubbing against him accidentally in fear. Then it slowly turns into sex as he just moans and grinds against you? I hope that makes sense 😅 I see Kurt as a bottom but I think he could totally be a top rarely. Can this time be one of them?

Tysm cherub! I’m rly glad you like them haha!

Watching the horror film was already turning Kurt on a little. Not that he’d ever admit that to you. But you two lying on the couch like this to watch movies, with Kurt spooning you from behind as you both lay in the dark room, his arms around your body, and his crotch pressed up against your ass? Well this position usually caused a rise in Kurt down there. You, in general, always did.

You both usually enjoyed your horror film nights. But this movie you’d picked, was based around something you’d told Kurt you’d always been scared of. He thought you were so cool, for picking that one on purpose then. Kurt always thought you were cool.

Although it did give him an extra, unexpected, advantage. While Kurt sometimes would test rubbing himself against you in this position, this time, he didnt have to move first. Apparently you were finding this film that played on your personal fears scary, because every time you jumped, you launched yourself back straight into Kurt. And with no space at the back of the couch for him to go, you were bouncing against his already stiffening cock each and every time.

And then there were the moments you were waiting in anticipation for a jumpscare. Oh boy. Kurt felt you wriggling, writhing back into him, trying to push and squeeze and mould yourself as best you could into Kurt’s body, especially at this arched angle. Which meant the minute of you wriggling into him, preceded almost every thrust against his cock.

Not only was this immensely turning Kurt on. But it also made him feel protective of you, in a way. Or more so, like he should be your protector. It was really speaking to his dominant side.

“Baby, are you too scared?” Kurt asked in the quiet of the room, stroking your hair behind your head as he questioned you. Comforting you with his tucks, as he got to play with your hair, and see how scared you were in his arms right now. Just how much you needed him.

You thought his voice sounded flatter because he was tired, or unsure why you were scared, he could sometimes get like that when others were emotional in scenarios, he would seemingly be able to shove any emotions deep down for. Not that Kurt couldn’t get emotional in other ways. You didn’t quite catch the sultry hint in his voice, with the screaming in the forefront of your earshot. His touch did feel good though. You leant into Kurt more. “No. I’m enjoying it. Just hold me more Kurt please? I like that.” You rubbed your head into his hand, a bit like a cat, and you could feel his laughter bursting through his nose, as he rubbed your head. Seemingly finding it cute.

“Okay. I’m here. I’ll look after you.” Kurt responded, like something was funny. Still rubbing and petting your head. Giving you a kiss there though, humming against a vein in your skull, which was making your brain feel a bit weird, but you weren’t going to say anything in the hush.

That was until, you felt Kurt slamming his hips into you. His arms wrapped smoothly around your waist the second his hips dug in. No subtlety, and no grace or decorum. Just pounding his crotch straight into your flesh, looking down at it carnally.

“Kurt what’re you doing?!” You shriek a little, only because you’re caught off guard, you hardly notice your hand moving atop his, keeping his arm caged in around you.

You don’t realise how much your shriek helps your lover, especially with the bloody yelling from the tv screen. Kurt huffs against the back of your head, pushing you down a little as he focuses on his angle. Pressing your body into the sofa to rub himself extra hard against you, in just the right places. “You said you wanted me to look after you.” He replied simply, before flipping you over so you’re fully on your back.

And this time you can see his smirk, in between the way he licks at his lips, from your yelp at the sudden move. His hands managing to turn you over so easily. To move you about recklessly, at his will. And his eyes so amused, so hungry, at your surprised expression.

That greed soon took over his eyes though, and it was if as the tv screen flickered to a brighter colour in the room, you could tell Kurt’s eyes had somehow gotten darker.

Kurt’s hand lurched out to your clothed core. Cupping his palm around your heat and pressing there, as if to not let you go. You couldn’t help but buck up into his hand. Straight into the warmth of his palm, a small high pitched moan escaping you at the sudden touch.

“I can feel how needy you are for me here.” Kurt purred, rubbing over your cunt not like he does when he wants to serve and please you, but like he’s lewdly groping the piece of you he wants so bad. His whole aura was overpowering. And you couldn’t help but quieten down as Kurt glared above you. Your lips puckered ready for a kiss, even as your throat stopped with no words even wanting to come out. They weren’t necessary. Kurt’s dominant look persevered. “I said I was going to look after you.”

He spoke clearly, confidently, domineering. Kurt wasn’t saying this as a promise to you like one you’d asked him to keep. Kurt was saying it as a rule he had created, and would kill before letting anyone alter it, or stop him from following. Kurt would not be misunderstood, or made out to be any less powerful. This Kurt would not be called bossy, and stop tantrumming for what he wants by getting a hint of attention. You knew your Kurt. This was his time to shine, and really show off his dominant side in front of you.

Kurt shoved his hands behind your head. Accidentally getting his long digits tangled in your hair, but he moved them around until they were set locking you in from behind. He threw his leg over your body and you gasped as his weight came down, a sudden move that left you caught weak, and slightly stunned. That’s when Kurt started grinding into you. Dry humping you, even with both your clothes on, but being so close, so insanely covetous. And he was really pressing into you.

You were moaning quickly, body moving under him with each powerful thrust, as he pushed his clothed member into your mount. You could feel how rock hard Kurt was, even with all the layers. And he was resolute to shove that inside you. Masterfully unflinching. When he was like this, you always thought he’d be able to fuck you even with your clothes on. Rip a hole through both your goddamn pants with how hard he thrusts into you. Piercing the clothes from friction and stubbornness and his determination to fuck you so bad. Of course you knew it was impossible. But when he was in charge like this, you just knew to stay under him, let him work you both through it, and you simply moaned with the possibilities, of him being so good in control.

“Look at you. You’re getting all needy.” Kurt pants above you. And you know he’s talking about the fact you’re still fully dressed, but you’re digging your hands into his arms to even attempt at quietening down your whines. The fact he can probably feel how wet you are, even through those layers. Kurt was usually needy, but Kurt loved when you got needy back.

A scream filled the room, that wasn’t yours. And for just two seconds, escaping Kurt’s glowering gaze, you turned your head to the side, to see the tv. The rest of the room black, except for the glow illuminating you two in this salacious position, on the goddamn couch. Your eyes on the screen as a girl screamed at her killer.

“Don’t look at that.” Kurt snapped your attention back, hand going to your cheek after he spoke, just locking it there to cage you in even more. “Just look at me.”

You nodded, Kurt starting to move against you more again, quicker now. His hair bouncing over you as his head tilted back. A small “Fuck” leaving his lips breathlessly.

“Mmhm. Promise. I’ll look at you Kurt.” You said quietly, getting him to look back at you with a satisfied gaze in his eyes.

As Kurt’s head shot forward, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he pressed his forehead against yours. Still sweet, in a way, even as you two were bouncing, and he was panting still, against your face. Kurt hummed, and you could feel his hips slowing down, thinking he was about ready to cum. But instead, Kurt pressed onto you one tiny kiss, poorly aimed to the side of your nose, before he dragged your thighs down, and started pulling your pants off you. You should’ve known Kurt in this mindset wouldn’t be done so quickly.

You helped him out, taking off your own shirt, while Kurt did his, although Kurt’s hands slapped onto your chest before you could remove your bra. You winced a little, he’d clearly been eager, but Kurt hummed as he rubbed over your breasts. Rolling them in his hands, as he kept rutting at you, this time into the back of your thigh, where he could more easily reach, instead of your cunt. Although he didn’t seem to mind either way.

Then Kurt’s mouth darted forward, and it was on your chest in an instant. He mouthed over your breasts noisily, humming in either content, or an earthly thirst for more. Kissing over them in wide open kisses, sucking the top of them into his mouth, scraping his teeth over them, biting them, flatly jamming his tongue against them. Whatever he could do, before he was ripping your bra off you.

Before you could complain with an actual shout, Kurt cut you off hastily by promising “I’ll buy you it again.” In fact, as his mouth moved down to sloppily kissing, and scraping his teeth over your bellybutton, in a feasting way simply hungry for more of your flesh, he promised to buy you five more.

Kurt managed to relieve your nipple of his mouth quickly enough, his hands aiming for his pants, and the zipper sound made a spark soar even greater between your legs. When your hands reached over to help him out his confines, he pushed them away however. Freeing himself, before moving back to press your hands together, into your chest. Kurt looked you up and down for a few seconds. Considering you, almost, as you gazed at him too. Until he finally spoke up, with a sharp “Mine.”

“Mmhm. All yours Kurt.” You promised him.

That seemed to slow down his movements a little. Soften him. And as you raised a hand to cup his cheek, you watched as his eyes shut closed, and he leaned into your touch. God he was so warm. But you didn’t get long to think, because his eyes were open again and, while slightly less steely, still very much in charge.

You watched his hand reach downwards, and you knew what he was doing. Relaxing into the couch, while Kurt started pushing himself inside you.

You could tell he was being still gentler as he did this. His hand went to your arm, supporting you, as he grazed just the tip inside. You extended your neck, tilting your chin upwards, hoping Kurt would get the message. And oh was he such a good boyfriend. He knew what you liked. Kurt immediately went in on your neck. Pressing kisses to your favourite spot of all time. Covering your neck and jaw in sloppy, nipping, deep bruising kisses. Nuzzling his mouth back and forth wildly into the crook of your neck, that made you whine right into his ear, as he pushed himself inside you. Enough so he could start fucking you, only pulling back from your neck when the wet slapping sounds of him fucking your hole began to become audible.

Kurt pressed down his bare chest on top of you, and you could feel how even, and how rugged, his breaths were, as his eyes focused in on you, fucking you like his life depended on it, on this couch. He only seemed to get this controlled when he’s dominant, and it was doing a lot for you. Raising your hand up to cup his cheek, while he just stares down at you, you feel him rocking hard against your walls, almost filling you to the point he can fuck that sensitive part deep inside, already. Kurt bites at your palm, and you only moan in response. Something that gets you bitten everywhere else.

He presses not just his chest, but his whole body weight on top of you. With you unable to tell if his eyes are lighting up or darkening, at the way your hands scratch marks into his back whenever he does so. Locking you in place with his thighs, hands creating shaped bruises into your flesh that are from passion alone. And you’re sure he’s going to be excitedly kissing all over later.

His cheek presses to the side of your head at one point. And maybe it’s just so you can feel his drool from his lips, and hear his rough breath in your ears, and stick to his sweat, all while he can so dirtily inhale at your neck, and make you feel like a piece of meat. Only increasing that feeling as his thumb presses jabs into your clit. Forceful, but not in an awkward painful way. Soon Kurt’s abusing your poor, swollen button. Swearing you off from cumming until he’s finshed fucking you. Until he says he’s filled you full with his cum, until he’s bred you properly. Stuffed so full it’ll be leaking out of you, and he won’t let anyone else touch you, since they’ll see how full of his cum you are. Kurt’s breeding kink always seemed to come more head on, when he was feeling dominant with you.

And as a woman screams, and red light fills the room from the blood splatter on screen, Kurt can feel himself unravelling as your moans turn into your own screams in unison. Your nails dig into his back as you start groaning into his shoulder, while you finally cum, with his grunted permission of “Go ahead. Fucking cum for me.”

Kurt smashes his lips into yours, and finally feels that release. Cumming so deep inside you, while he keeps thrusting his hips. Needing it all. Needing to feel your walls clench around him and keep him in tight, while you scream his name, and he gets to make you his even more by shooting his load inside you. His own pleased moans being swallowed by your lips, as he ravages yours back. Being able to fuck you through your orgasm as he keeps cumming deep inside your pussy, finally shaking on his arms a little, as he holds you, still. Finally feeling all of himself draining, and wanting nothing more than to just collapse on top of you, still inside, and finish the movie. Kurt can’t help but kiss you when he cums, even when he’s very dominant, a lot of the time. It’s just in Kurt’s nature now. Something his brain, and his heart, are just created to do.

But don’t worry. Kurt always gives such good aftercare to his baby. Once they’ve been shown how dominant he can be. He’ll make sure you know you’re his, you’re with him, for good reason! And he wants to make sure you’re feeling just as loved, actually more, than when you began. Anything you need, is yours, okay? Are you okay? He’s still so thankful for having you in his life, and so happy, in this instance, that he got to fuck you so good you nearly cried as a horror film played the score for your grand love scene :)

[szczylpierdolony]

they should invent a suicide that doesnt inconvenience ppl around you

[pepprs]

ok update i just finished making my card and i said / drew (lol) basically everything i wanted to say in it (except for the things i definitely can’t say now that this is happening lol). so i think maybe i might be ok with not saying what i want to say directly to her. but then when i say that im not ok with it at all LOLLLL so i think i need to sleep on it and maybe see what tomorrow brings

[bigfatbimbo]

hi!!!! so i absolutely adore ur writing and was wondering if you could do angst. idk if this is up your alley or anything but if it’s not you don’t have to write it dw abt it!

so basically vox x reader

reader is really sad bc something happened and just isn’t in the mood for vox when he comes home from work. so vox being himself is annoying and instead of reader being mad or even like having a reaction (she’s usually a dom btw) she just like breaks down. ik this is a little random but i think it’s a pretty cute idea. have a nice day/night xxx

a/n — I had a TERRIBLE day so here’s this hurt/comfort fic to cope.

Vox’s shit-eating grin slowly faltered before completing dropping as he took in the situation. He barely even remembered what he’d said but, obviously, you didn’t take it well.

He felt a pang of guilt as he looked at you on the couch, crying into your hands. He knew you were in a bad mood when he got home. Of course, he didn’t know just how bad of a mood.

He saw your irritation right off that bat, he had asked what was wrong and you had brushed him off, snapping at him slightly. 

That’s about when Vox had decided to escalate the situation. Throwing annoying taunts at you, teasing you, begging for you to do something about it.

Of course he wanted a reaction, but more on the lines of you slamming him against a wall and putting him in his place. Under no circumstances did he think you would start crying.

And yet, here you were, crying into your hands on the couch, over some bratty remark Vox had made.

“I— uh, my dear, I didn’t mean anything—“ he tried to clarify, stretching his arm slightly out as if to touch you. He wasn’t sure what to do.

“Shut up, Vox,” you cried, “Don’t you know when to shut up?” Your words weren’t laced with venom or overly angry liked he’d expected. In fact, that would have been better.

In contrast to your usual nature, you just seemed overall sad. More than sad, Vox thought, totally spent. 

It was no secret he was terrible at comforting people, giving people false hope and manipulating them into doing something for him, sure. But this?

Well, convincing someone they feel better and actually making someone feel better were incredibly different. He was totally lost.

Your sobs got louder and more violent as moments passed. And yet, he stood there like an idiot, giving you a blank stare.

As if going through the motions, he recites a list in his mind. What to people usually do to help someone when they’re crying? Maybe, give them a hug?

He sighed and sat down next to you on the couch, cautiously putting his hand your shoulder and rubbing gently. 

Apologize next, Vox’s mental list demanded. 

“Look,” he started, awkwardly fiddling with his collar, “I didn’t mean to bother you by giving you all that shit. I knew you weren’t in the mood I just—“ 

He struggled with the next part, “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

The strange thing is, he really really meant it. Usually, an apology for Vox was one step further in getting what he wanted all along. However, this time the fact he made you cry actually erked him like nothing else before.

He apologized solely because he wanted you to feel better.

“I’m just not in the mood for your shit, Vox,” you  answer, choked out and muffled as you wipe the tears from your face. 

“I know. Well, now I do.” He went over his metal list once more, “So what’s got you so out of sorts this evening, my dear?”

“I’ve just—“ you sniff, trying to take in your thoughts, “—I’ve had a long day.”

“I’m all ears,” he answers immediately. If there’s one thing Vox was good at, it was listening.

You rant to him about the mishaps of the day, how fed up you were with so-and-so, how tired you were of life being so hard.

The entire time, Vox listened, plotting the perfect reply out in his mind, and checking off boxes on his list.

“Well, it’s over now, your home. And I won’t be an asshole anymore,” He says, earning a raised eyebrow from you. 

“I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore,” he corrects, provoking a small but noticeable smile out of you. He rewards himself, internally.

Hug them, he told himself. 

He moved closer to you and hesitantly wrapped his arms around your stomach, rubbing your back gently. To his delight, you ease into the hug, arms looping around his neck as you recovered from your breakdown.

“You’re so not getting laid tonight, by the way,” you joke, still in the hug.

“Yes, my dear. Unfortunately, I figured.” he sighed and continued rubbing your back.

“Do you wanna go watch TV upstairs?” you inquire.

“Always,” he grinned.

“Do you wanna keeping hugging while we do that,” you ask, genuinely curious.

His smile softened, “always.”

a/n — and then the next day you railed him into a mattress until he was crying harder than you ever were. The end.

[moonstruckme]

happy new year lovie!!!! i feel bad for requesting this bc just thinking ab the volume of ur inbox is a little overwhelming and ive gone a bit overboard 😭

but..... bodyguard!james finds out his mum is quite sick right before his shift one day and leaves to take care of her after letting reader know. he has to take the week off and reader is visiting and bringing them their favorite homecooked meals everyday (which she has memorised bc, bless him, james loves to talk abt his mum) and james is LOVEEESTRUCK. she's there, bright and early every morning (with a different bodyguard bc god forbid she leaves the house with no protection right in front of james' own two eyes!!!) with muffins and flowers and bags of food in hand :( james is enamored and so sweet on her!!!!! and reader is obsessing over how vulnerable and emotionally in tune james is at a time like this!!!!! i'm thinking maybe confessions are getting pretty hard to hold back by the end of the week ☹️🩷

thank you! (if you do decide to write this or if you dont for letting me ramble on in your asks x)

Don't feel bad my love! Thank you for requesting :)

cw: sick family member

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

No matter how many times James has visited home throughout his adult life, he always manages to discover something he’s forgotten about living there. Like how particular his mum is about the way the dish towel is folded, or which drawer the scissors are kept in, or the ungodly amount of door-to-door salesmen that come by on a daily basis. 

Lately, he’s being plagued by the last. He recalls them being vaguely annoying when he was younger, but James’ family is currently going through a difficult time that leaves one with somewhat frayed nerves. He very nearly snapped at a particularly tenacious primary school student selling chocolate yesterday. Not one of his finer moments. 

So when the doorbell rings while his mum is trying to sleep down the hall, James has to make an effort to reel his wrath back in before he’s even answered it. 

Funnily enough, any negative emotion completely evaporates when he sees you on the front steps. 

“Hi,” you say, looking apprehensive. 

“Hi,” James echoes. He opens the door the rest of the way, nodding to the fill-in guard you’ve brought with you. “Hey, Singh.”

Singh nods in return. 

“I hope it’s alright that I just came by.” You give him a sheepish sort of smile. “I didn’t even realize I don’t have your phone number until now. You’re always just…there.” 

James laughs, the mood that’s descended over him since getting the call about his mum lifting slightly. “Yeah, I suppose I am. What brings you out, sweetheart?” 

You hoist the bags you’re carrying a bit higher in your arms. “I brought some stuff for you and your mom, if that’s okay.” 

A tiny hand fists around his heart, squeezing pleasantly. “Course it is,” he all but coos. “Come on in. Singh, you alright to stay here and keep watch?” 

Luckily, the other man doesn’t think to remember that James is currently on leave, and so defers to him with a curt nod. James shoots him a smile as you come inside, closing the door behind you. 

“They put Singh on day shift?” he asks, taking one of the bags from you and leading you into the kitchen. “He’s barely finished training.” 

“He seems fine,” you say in your good-natured way. 

“He took you to a location that’s never been reconned without even bringing another guard to post outside.” 

“It’s your mom’s house, Jamie.” The smile is evident in your voice, sweeter even than the smell wafting out of these bags. God, he’s missed you. “I doubt he suspects either of you are going to try and hurt me.” 

“He should be prepared for the possibility,” James says, but he can’t manage to work any menace into his tone even to tease you. You tilt your head at him, mouth curving up to one side like you’re well acquainted with his particular brand of silliness, and he lets his grievances go instantly. “You didn’t have to bring us anything, angel face.” 

You flush a bit at the endearment, directing a soft smile down at his family’s old wooden table (which is great, because now James is in the position of being jealous of a table). “I wanted to do something,” you reply simply. “How’s your mom?” 

“She’s alright.” Not great. Not worse, which is always good. If the only thing he accomplishes in a day is that she doesn’t get worse, James can feel good about that. “She’s sleeping in this morning.” 

“Oh, shit.” Your voice drops to a hush like the breeze blowing through leaves. “I haven’t woken her, have I?” 

James grins. “No, you’re good. She can sleep through anything.” 

You lose a breath. “Right, well I brought some meals to last you a few days,” you say, digging some containers out of the bag. “It can all be heated up whenever you’re ready to eat, and—oh, also some flowers. I know it’s stupid, but I thought they might brighten things up for you two.” James doesn’t think it’s stupid at all, but you go on before he can tell you so. “Can I put these in your freezer? I brought some muffins for this morning too, if you want them.” 

“Yeah,” James says, the word leaving him on a breath. “I mean, yeah to both. Thank you.” He grabs several of the containers as well, showing you to the freezer. You both start cramming them in between things, wherever they’ll fit. He takes note of the food as it goes in, a heady warmth growing in his chest. “Did you make all of this?” 

You hum in brisk affirmation. “I had plenty of time on my hands yesterday. Turns out things are pretty boring without you around.” 

“How’d you know what to make? This is all—these are our favorites.” 

You turn to him, a tenderhearted sort of smile curving your lips. “You talk about your mom a lot, Jamie,” you say. “I know all her favorites by now. And the things she’d make that were your favorites, too.” 

James hadn’t realized he’d spent so much time rambling about his mum. It hurts his chest a bit to think of it now, worse to think that you’d been listening so intently. 

“This is only really enough to get you through a few days,” you go on, oblivious to his yearning, “but I figured I’d come back with more if you’re both alright with it.” You look at him as you pack the last of the food away, your gaze careful. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.” 

“You could never intrude.” James isn’t sure how he gets the words out, his heart ballooning until it’s nearly cutting off his airflow. The cool air breezing onto one side of his face stops, and he realizes you’ve shut the freezer. “This is just…so, so kind of you. I don’t know what to say.” 

“James.” Your voice is soft. Your smile has faded, and now you look at him with an unabashed, steady kindness. “You don’t have to say anything. I can’t stand the thought of you and your mom going through this. I wanted to help, somehow.” One of your shoulders comes up in a sheepish half-shrug. “Even if it’s really small.” 

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you hesitate only a second before bringing your arms around him too. You squeeze him tight. James lets himself relish the feel of it, lovelorn. “It’s not small,” he says fervently. “It really…it means a lot, sweetheart.” 

You only squeeze tighter in response. When he lets you go, your gaze is sad. Worried. You ask without prelude, “Are you doing okay?” 

James gives you a half-smile. The truth of it. “Yeah, we’re alright over here. It’s hard to see her like this, but I think everything’s going to be okay.” You nod, solemn in your understanding. “Sounds like I might be doing better than you, actually, if your company’s bad enough that you’re entertaining yourself in the kitchen all day.” 

You crack a smile at that, and James’ heart lightens. “Yeah, Singh’s no you. He doesn’t seem to like to chat.” 

“Ahh, so that’s why you’ve really come out here, yeah? You just missed me.” 

“You’ve caught me.” 

It’s said like a joke, but James’ pride inflates foolishly nonetheless. “I hate that I can’t be there,” he says. “Especially now that I know they’ve put Singh on my shift.” 

“He’s not so bad,” you laugh, heading towards the table. You fold up the bags. “Anyway, it’s more important that you’re here. And I’ll be back in a couple days to restock you.” 

James fixes you with a look as you start for the door. “You really don’t have to.” 

“I’m going to,” you say breezily. “Don’t forget to put the flowers in water, and the muffins are strawberry chocolate chip.” He grins. His mum’s favorite. “I’ll tell Singh you were raving about him.” 

“Oh, please do.” He rolls his eyes, feeling lighter than he has in days. “Thanks, angel.” 

You shoot him a smile worthy of the moniker as you go out the door. “See you in a couple days, Jamie.”

[rxdidz]

Okay so! If you're writing for roronoa zoro and reader could I have one when hes unconscious after fighting mihawk and shes devastated bcs she loves him and confesses?? Maybe falls asleep holding his hand and everyones like "aww so cute"?? But then he wakes up and asks abt Nami so she thinks he likes her instead so is really sad until someone knocks it into his stupid attractive head that they're in love with each other and how sad she was when he got hurt??? Happy ending pleasee!

✩₊˚.⋆ wake up.

word count : 793

‘she’ is used once but pretty gender neutral :p

a/n : i kinda changed the end, like while unconscious he hears her confession (don’t ask how.) i tried to do this justice because it was so cute but ahsksjsjak idk i tried!!!!

you sat beside usopp, just staring at the food sanji had cooked for you. you couldn’t eat right now. their conversation was quiet in the back of your mind because all you were focused on was zoro.

he was your main thought all the time and you hated it. he was so stupid. he was stubborn. he made you feel so many feelings and you didn’t know what to do with them. you just wanted him to wake up.

“you know luffy, he got badly hurt. there’s a chance he might not wake up.” usopp said. that definitely got your attention.

you whipped your head towards him, “don’t say that.” you wouldn’t know what to do if you lost him. “im just saying—”

“just don’t say anything!” you said, in a frustrated tone. everyone was silent and staring at you. your face flushed as you got out of your chair and stormed out.

you felt bad. you lashed out because of how upset you were. but that wasn’t an excuse you cursed to yourself. your mind was overfilling with thoughts. you turned the corner and peeked in the room, you saw him. quietly, you walked to the side of his bed and sat in the chair.

you tilted your head as you admired him. his lips, his green hair that you were obsessed with, the way his chest was moving up and down, those bandages. “zoro…” you whispered.

he wasn’t awake.

“i need.. i need you to know something. and i couldn’t tell you this to your face, because i don’t know what i would do if you didn’t feel the same.” you fidgeted with your hands as you watched him.

“im in love with you.” you blurted out. “i have been, for a long time but i don’t know what’s gonna happen to you and i can’t lose you as a friend.” you felt your voice break. trying to stop yourself from tearing up, you grabbed his hand gently before relaxing. being so stressed about everything, you dozed off.

——

“she’s holding his hand!” you heard a faint whisper from the doorway. your eyes fluttered open to the sight of usopp leaning on the door frame and luffy sitting on the bed.

“good morning sleepyhead.” luffy joked

“morning.” you said sleepily, looking down to your hand, still holding zoros. you pull away, “is he.. still the same?” you asked. he nods, “yeah. i tried talking to him but—”

“you guys gonna keep talking or let me get some sleep..” you heard a mumble and you both whipped your heads towards the voice “zoro??” you both ask with excitement as luffy shakes him. you began to smile, happy he didn’t—

“i had the strangest dream.. that nami left.” he muttered, rubbing his head.

your smile had faded, you felt bad because nami had left and that’s who he was worried about. nami. then you felt bad for even thinking about that. you and luffy shared a glance before you hesitatly stood up.

“she did.” luffy said, zoro opened his eyes and you were already out of the room.

“what about y/n?”

—

im so stupid. you thought to yourself. you sat on top of the deck, watching the ocean. you felt guilt and betrayal. because on one hand, you were upset about something so little and on another, YOU had been there for zoro when he was hurt and unconscious. you were devestaved thinking that this was the last moments you had together.

your thoughts were interrupted as zoro leaned beside you. startled, you jumped. he opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“are.. are you okay?” you asked, trying your hardest to not look you had just been crying.

“are you?” he asked, he looked concerned, his arms were crossed and he kept looking at every feature in your face.

“why wouldn’t i be? you’ve been—”

“i heard you.” he blurted out. you stared at him, confused. he pursed his lips, “while i was unconscious, i heard some of what you said to me. you grabbed my hand?”

“oh.”

you felt your face get hot, did he hear all of it?

“and they kept telling me how sad you were over it..” he glanced at you, “i didn’t know you cared that much.”

oh.

you blinked at him, it was silent, all you both heard was the ocean waves and the others talking. you had the same worried expression on your face.

he noticed and sighed, facing you, “y/n.”

“.. yeah?”

“im in love with you too.”

you felt a stupid grin spread onto your face, all your bad thoughts being washed away as you threw yourself into his arms.

[shattersstar]

absolutely NEED "hugging and absentmindedly kissing their neck, resulting in mortification for one of them" with jason todd PLEASE (when you have the chance/motivation) <3

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pairing: college!au jason todd x reader

prompt: friends to lovers - hugging and absentmindedly kissing their neck, resulting in mortification for one of them

word count: 5.5k

warnings: alcohol/smoking mention aka usual college shenanigans, slow burn(?), lil angsty, sports lmao

a/n: writing abt jason in college (here) has done smth to me bc this turned into quite the project (in a good way ofc) and i picked basketball bc it’s the only sport i know enough abt and jason’s tall so it makes sense shhh (also baby boys a centre <3) comments & feedback are always appreciated!

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shot at the night series.

pt. two - the hellcat spangled shalalala

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your name is a drawstring laced around my neck, tighter with every breath.

You had approached him first, after your prof caught you off guard with an outlandish take. You glanced over to Jason with your confused and slightly mortified eyes at the rather dated opinion, unable to stop the grin from spreading over your face as you both chuckled a little too loudly. A few people shot looks your way, and you mouthed an apology to him before you both turned back to your notes. Jason thought that had been it, sure you two always sat a chair away from each other and were in the same tutorial and you always smelled so good when he’d walk by, but you were a passing figure in Jason’s life.

Or you were supposed to be until you stopped him at the door, fingers darting out to brush his forearm before you dropped your hand to your side. You offered an apologetic smile while Jason stared at you a little wide eyed.

“Hey, sorry. I just, I dunno. Anyway we were in the same tutorial yeah? And I thought I’d introduce myself. In case we need notes or help or something.” You said, giving him your name while Jason nodded slowly.

A moment of silence passed, you blinked up at him and Jason laughed, “Oh, uh I’m Jason, and yeah sure.”

“Yeah sure? You don’t have to agree if—“

“No—I didn’t mean it like that,” He interrupted with wild urgency before composing himself, “It’s nice to meet you and yeah that’d be great. Thanks.” Jason offered you a grin and your furrowed brows settled.

“Okay, well here’s my number. See ya around Jason!” You beamed at him like you hadn’t been accusing him moments ago, slipping out the door and off the whatever class you had next. He glanced down at the ripped piece of paper with your number. Who gives out their number like this anymore? He thought to himself, shoving the piece of paper into his pocket and ignoring how much he liked the way you said his name.

~

It was a steady friendship after that, you liked having someone outside your usual circle, someone to help with class and Jason liked you. He knew after a few weeks of consistently hanging out, usually in the library or empty lecture halls, but sometimes in your dorms. Sitting side by side in your bed or sprawled out on the floor in Jason’s single room were moments seared into his brain. Private and quiet in those small spaces, especially in your shared bedroom, that demanded close proximity. Maybe he should have put the pieces together then, fully coming to terms with his onslaught of feelings for you, but it took a boring day in the library for Jason to fully clue in.

You were sharing a booth and Jason was letting you copy his notes from the lecture you missed last week. You were close, typing with silent intent while Jason took in your side profile. The soft curve of your cheek, your lashes sweeping each time you glanced between screens and lips plump and wet from your tongue running over them out of habit. Jason knew he was staring, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

When that crossed Jason’s mind, something tight bit into his chest as he realized no one admired their friends like that. He had always thought you were cute, and a nice presence to be around, but that warm feeling you fostered in his chest felt different—heavier when you looked up at him.

“Done!” You chimed, breaking Jason from his realization with your sweet voice. “Thanks again. I might need help studying this chapter when the final comes up but I should be good for now.” You closed your laptop, shuffling your books into your bag and letting Jason know your time together was coming to an end. He felt selfish for wanting more time with you, but you had already told him when you flopped down that you wouldn’t be able to stay long. Jason had tried not to appear annoyed then, but couldn’t care less now as he closed his laptop with a bit too much force. It garnered your attention as you glanced over at him with concern, “All good?”

Okay maybe he did care.

“Uh, yeah, yeah.” Jason nodded absentmindedly and hated how nervous you made him. How could he not see it before, the way words seemed to stick to the roof of his mouth and coherent thoughts flew out the window each time you two studied together. How it got worse when you were close, leaning into him or slapping his arm when he was criticizing one of your papers.

“Oookay,” You said it like you didn’t believe him before turning to face him fully, “One of my friend’s boyfriend or something works at a bar so my friends and I are going there tonight if you wanna join. I know its not really our thing, but we didn’t get to hang out today so.”

Our thing. Jason liked how that sounded, the implication of it. Like time spent together and even Jason himself was your own private little thing, it was special and not to be shared. It was a dangerous way to think of your friendship—of love—but Jason burned hotter at the thought regardless. And with you being scorned by your lack of time together as well, it all made something wicked pour into Jason’s chest as he a grin lit up his face. The guilt of having to cancel on Roy vanished immediately as he nodded.

“Yeah, just text me the details.”

You smiled wide, arms thrown around his shoulders as you hugged Jason for the first time before leaving him breathless amongst the shelves of books.

~

Jason almost pussied out, a block away from the bar and filled with dread. He questioned why he had agreed when this was the first time you two would be together outside the pretense of school work, on top of coming to terms with his feelings for you. And while studying together never meant solely talking about school, you two chatted about growing up in Gotham and dealing with being away from home. You both loved food and had a habit of showing each other what dishes you made the night before. You were also fond of baking when you visited friends' apartments, and would him banana bread or lemon squares on top of a coffee some days. You had asked his drink order the first time you two had hung out, and would always text him when you were running late if he wanted anything.

He would always say no and you would get him a drink anyways. “It’s my late tax.” You shrugged once, leaving him a bit speechless at how nonchalant your ability to care was.

Relishing in those moments made Jason breathe a bit easier, stuffing his hands into his leather jacket’s pockets and continuing down the street lamp lit road. He could hear muffled chatter and music playing as he neared, and despite wanting to sneak in without detection, you were outside sharing a cigarette with a friend and laughing amongst yourselves. You spotted Jason over your friend’s shoulder, immediately abandoning your conversation in favour of greeting him. Pride boasted in his chest, but it was quickly overcame by affection as you half ran, half drunk waddled over, arms wrapping around his waist before he could even breathe out a hello.

“I’m so happy you showed up.” You muttered into his jacket, pulling away just as Jason went to wrap his arms around you. You blinked up at him in the dopey sort of way, and it made him smile.

“You been here a while?” He asked, your brows pulling together.

“Are you saying I appear intoxicated Jason?” You teased, his name always sounding so right when you said it, especially now. Low and teasing, heavy with whatever you had drank.

“Depends, you always use big words when you’re drunk?” He jutted his chin at you, calmness flowing into his chest. Jason felt stupid for being worried, when he wasn’t so caught up in how you made him feel, you brought an ease out of him. A playfulness that sometimes left him tripped up and face hot, but you never seemed to notice.

“Pfft, you haven’t even heard the big words I know Mr. Literature Major.” He rolled his eyes, as you poked his chest. Your name was called before he could think of a response, both of you turning your attention towards the bar.

“Oh you can finish it, it's fine.” You waved your hand at your friend holding your smoke, more focused on Jason as you slipped beside him. You linked arms, leaning your weight into him as you headed towards the entrance. “Everyone’s inside, sorry if I reek of smoke.”

“I don’t mind.” He murmured, looking down at you and wondering how easy it would be to press a kiss to the top of your head. To lean over and—

“Oh by the way—“ Your voice pulled Jason from his thoughts, and he realized he was being introduced to the friend you were smoking with. He’d be hard pressed to remember her name, but she seemed nice enough. Jason had to force himself to be present as your arm slipped from his, and a chorus of voices greeted the two of you. You introduced everyone first, he was normally good with names and faces, in seas of people or gatherings like this, but Jason felt otherworldly. The only presence he felt grounded to was you, sitting next to him with one of your legs crossed over the other, calf brushing his shin as you told everyone how you two met.

“Wait—don’t you play for the basketball team?” One of your guy friends suddenly asked, and for some reason Jason immediately looked to you, to find you staring right back at him with a confused expression.

“Oh yeah, I’m starting this season—“

You slapped his arm with a shocked chuckled, “You have never told me that! What the hell!” You yelled, not louder than the chatter filling the bar as no one even looked your way. Everyone laughed as he shrugged, running his fingers through his wavy locks while you eyed him.

“Yeah I remember seeing a post with you, I think I remembered your hair.” Your friend continued, making you laugh softly. The stark white strands at the front that fell into his eyes sat against the raven black of the rest of Jason’s hair. You had asked him once if he dyed it like that, and Jason only shook his head no, continuing with the chapter like no follow up would be needed. It was perhaps why your hand found his, the one resting on his thigh underneath the table.

Your fingers curled around his hand and you let the conversation drift onto Jason’s basketball career. You listened intently, your chair right next to his as he talked about playing in the public courts as a kid, and was on a real team for the first time in highschool. He didn’t think he’d go to school for a basketball scholarship, but it seemed like the right time when he was offered. And while it was mostly true, Jason skipped over some of the more gruesome details of his life you had gotten pieces of, you knew he lived on the streets before he was adopted, but Jason never spoke of his adoptive father. You didn’t even have a name for the man who had given him a chance at life, but you were never one to push. You knew when to ask and when not too, you seemed to understand that Jason’s temperament existed on a razor sharp line, and walked it effortlessly.

“I feel kinda dumb because who is friends with someone this goddamn tall and doesn’t ask if they play basketball or volleyball even.” You snorted at one point, making Jason laugh. You let your hand fall from his then, pushing yourself up to get another drink. A few friends requested shots and you asked Jason if he wanted anything, but he shook his head no. He almost offered to go with you, but you were gone before he had the chance. He was left alone to be interrogated more about his life, which he didn’t mind, he was used to it.

It came with being a collegiate level athlete and one of the sons of Gotham’s favourite billionaire, even if most people his age didn’t know that. But it was always the same shit, especially college guys who loved to live some NBA fantasy through Jason though that wasn’t what he was striving for. Jason wanted his degree and if playing basketball helped him focus and work out everything he kept inside, then so be it. Jason never mentioned it to you because he had never seen himself as an athlete who has to go to school, but instead as a student with the perk of playing a sport he enjoyed. He felt a bit wrong for not sharing that side of his life with you, for wanting you to know him and what he loved as much as he wanted to know that about you.

It would be something to dwell on later as you returned with your friends' drinks, and on your second trip you brought a drink for yourself and another beer for Jason. You only sent him a smile as you set it down, falling back into the conversation as the night rolled on. Jason did his best to stay attentive, but you all were a little drunk and tripping over words by a certain point. Jason felt warm and content next to you, unsure how many drinks you two had ended up getting for another, but appreciating how you felt beside him regardless.

“I’m gonna go smoke and then wander my ass home.” You declared, leaving a few bills on the table which Jason immediately scooped back up.

“I got ours.” He said, pushing himself up a little too fast that his chair tipped backwards. You giggled a little unceremoniously at the sight before his words hit your ears. You began to object, but Jason had already slunk to the bar while your friends picked his chair, and closed out whatever tab you had. He was sure he ended up paying for a few of your friends' drinks too, but didn’t have the capacity to care. You were outside by the time he was back, bidding goodbye to your friends before joining you in the chilly air. “Are you actually walking home?” Jason asked, stealing your cigarette from between your fingers while you pouted.

“No, I ordered an uber. It's not coming for like ten minutes but I wanted air.” You said, voice sleepy with words falling into another.

“I’ll wait with you.”

“You can uber with me, if you want.” You offered and Jason considered it. It would mean more time alone with you, but he wasn’t sure he could keep it up anymore. With alcohol heavy in his bones and nicotine burning his throat, Jason didn’t know if he could keep it hidden anymore. Keep his feelings at bay when all his inhibitions were down and telling him not to. It was too dangerous, too risky so he shook his head no reluctantly.

“I could use the air too.” You nodded as he passed back your smoke, the hum from the bar and citylife filled the air before you looked down at your phone.

You stared unmoved for a moment, then your eyes met Jason’s. Green and heavy with want, he knew it was obvious. And either you were oblivious or didn’t care as you looked at him unfazed. Drunk and tired, but nothing heavy lurked in your gaze. It made his mouth go sour, but your voice broke any annoyance from flowering.

“Hey, when’s your next game?” You asked, swaying on your feet every so faintly.

“Uh, next Friday I think. Why?” Jason sounded a bit harsher than he meant, but you only laughed.

“Is it cool if I come watch?”

“Yeah it’s not like I can’t stop you,” You frowned at that and Jason was ready to blame the alcohol, “Sorry, I meant I'd like it if you came. My friend Roy, you met him last time he was visiting, is here again and gonna go on Friday if you wanna go with him.”

“Yeah! That’d be great!” You closed the space between you two and pulled Jason into a hug. Your arms wound around his shoulders this time, pulling him down to your level as you stood on your tippy toes. He wasted no time wrapping his strong arms around you, hands splayed on your back as his nose brushed the juncture where your shoulder and neck met. You smelled as good as you always did, a bit like liquor and sweat too, but still that summery scented warmth. It was oceanic and sweet, like that earthy natural sweetness. The kind from berries and sap, that stick to your tongue and remind you of hot endless days.

And maybe Jason was drunk and reading too much romantic poetry recently for one of his courses, or maybe he just wanted to let himself go, to feel whatever you made him feel tenfold with no hesitation. Jason let his head tilt forward, lips brushing the side of your neck before he placed a soft, open mouth kiss next to where your perfume was the strongest. Where it enveloped his senses and made him forget the reality of his life and your friendship. His tongue darted out to brush where his lips had met your skin when your fingers clutched his shoulders and pushed your bodies apart.

You stared at him a little wide eyed, his long arms still able to breach the distance and distantly holding onto your waist before the car pulling up next to you snapped Jason to reality as his grasp fell from you. Regret filled Jason instantly, words unable to form as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. You followed the action with your eyes, arms hugged around your chest as you took another step back.

“I’ll see you in class next week okay?” You said, expression softening as Jason forced a smile and nod like he hadn’t just ruined everything you two had built. You waved before ducking into the car, and vanishing into the night. Jason started walking home immediately, eyes focused on the pavement and how his steps fell on after another until he was home. He didn’t even change before rolling into bed, tossing off his hoodie and kicking off his boots before letting the promise of sleep and forgetting overtake him.

Jason thought he would wake up in a better mood, a less angry one.

He was wrong.

~

though I probably deserve this noose, there's one thing I'd like to adduce…just know I never resented you.

Jason knew he was being childish, probably handling it in the worst way, but he decided to take a cue from your reaction to his kiss, and was avoiding you. The few times you crossed paths on campus, he would send you a quick wave or fake smile before veering off in whatever direction was furthest from you. You managed to trap him in one conversation, asking if you still were on to study after class. “Uh sure, works for me.” Jason fidgeted with his zipper before bidding you goodbye and spinning out of the building he needed to be in.

He was also texting you less, keeping his phone in his bag most of the day and replying half heartedly. He was sure you knew something was up—how could you not expect Jason to be awkward all things considered?

And if you were still clueless to his avoidance, Jason made it clear when he walked past the desk you two normally shared during lecture. You had looked up as he headed down the stairs dividing the lecture hall into three. Yet Jason kept his head forward, opting to sit on the left side of the theater and closer to the front. He could feel your gaze following him, and Jason only worked up the courage once to steal a glance in your direction to see you typing furiously.

His head snapped back to the front as he pretended to listen. Jason did try to pay attention, but guilt was slowly eating him whole. He was so grateful when the lecture finally ended, taking his time to pack up and relieved to see you had already left by the time Jason started heading to the exit. Or so he thought until you stood across from the doors, arms crossed over your chest, clearly unimpressed.

“We still on to study?” You asked, clipped. Jason was sure this was the first time he had actually seen you mad, and hated he was the cause of it.

“I have a last minute practice tonight.” He said and you scoffed. Basketball had never once gotten in the way of your friendship to the point you didn’t even know he was on the team.

“Sure, okay. Well have fun and see ya around Jason.” You rolled your eyes as you pushed off the wall, shaking your head as you brushed past him. His eyes fell closed, head tipping forward as he let out a hefty sigh. Broad chest expanding and falling as he blew out hot air.

“Fuck.” He muttered, running a hand over his face and heading to the gym until night had rolled in. He would’ve stayed longer, doing a few laps in the pool perhaps, until Jason remembered Roy was still in his dorm.

Jason knew he wasn’t only being a shitty friend to you, but he had abandoned Roy twice now during his visit. It was too much guilt for Jason to hold and he didn’t have the space for it as he headed back to his friend, praying Roy wasn’t too mad. And he wasn’t, instead sleeping with his head by the foot of Jason’s bed and limbs hanging off all sides.

It made Jason laugh, a lightness filling him for the first time today. His game was tomorrow and Roy would be there and maybe it would be enough.

~

You weren’t going to show, Jason was sure of it. Well, there was the outlier possibility you might, but no, logically you were pissed and not going to show up. Unless maybe to boo him. That made Jason chuckle, pulling off his headphones as he half listened to his coach and captains’ last minute pep talk. It wasn’t the most important game, losing wouldn’t drop the teams standing much, but winning would look good as hell.

That appealed enough to Jason who was rolling out his ankles before pushing to his feet, the black of his jersey contrasted the white long sleeve he had underneath. His hair had gotten long enough to sweep back into a small ponytail, the short strands falling forward and framing his face. He caught a glimpse of himself in one of the mirrors as everyone headed out of the lockeroom. Jason looked happy, it seemed like a foreign expression on his face, especially as of late. But the prospect of losing himself in a game always appealed to Jason and would soon became reality.

It was his needed escape, from all the chaos he had caused, but his peace came to halt when Jason searched for Roy in the sea of people and found you next to him. Roy had a conniving grin, so maybe he was a little mad at being abandoned and hearing Jason mope about you for the last few days.

One of Jason’s teammates slammed into his back as his sneakers squeaked to a stop.

“You good man?” He asked, placing a hand on Jason’s arm as he jogged past him. Jason nodded, following behind him and trying to focus on anything, but you. Of course you showed up, and didn’t even look mad, but excited.

Jason stared at the lines painted onto the ground, trying to push away the sudden anxiety looming in his stomach. He wanted to play well for you, he knew that much, but it was hard to think about anything else. Process the flow of the game while he knew you were watching. It wasn’t your fault, but Jason just couldn’t engage with you, not right now. He ignored both you and Roy the entire first half, not once sparing a glance in your direction, and opting to duck into the locker room when half time rolled through.

He normally would come chat, he knew Roy expected that much, but Jason just needed to play. To focus on rebounds and blocking and winning. It was simple, and with each second played he felt a bit easier. Like braving you once the break ended would be more bearable. But as Jason headed back onto the court, he was met with an empty seat. Roy was still there, looking rather unamused, but trying to push it down for Jason’s sake, while Jason stared helplessly.

You left, and he should have saw it coming, but it still hurt like hell. Jason played the second half well, mostly angry at himself for being an ass, and doing nothing to stop himself. Watching repeatedly from the outside as he fumbled every meaningful relationship if given the time. It made Jason sick, angry enough to be fouled out during the last few minutes, but his team won nonetheless.

The initial celebration seemed to pass in a haze, his teammates' voices flying over Jason’s head as he pushed his way through the crowd, wandering to where Roy sat with his arms crossed over his chest. “You played like a jackass near the end.” The redhead stated when Jason was in earshot.

“Playing how I feel I guess.” Jason shrugged, gaze flickering to the empty seat near to him.

Roy sighed, pushing himself up and slapping a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “At least you can admit. Now go be nice and shake hands and I’ll meet you at the afters, see if I can get your little crush to show up too.” Roy stated, making Jason chuckle as he nodded.

“Alright, and thanks man.”

“Anytime,” Roy grinned, letting Jason go before shouting, “Oh hey!”

He turned around as Roy held up his phone, “They asked for a play by play when they left, just so you know.” He said, a wide smile cracking over Jason’s face. You still cared, at least somewhat how he did, and maybe would show up (again) after all.

~

just know I never resented you, and I understand if you can't stand the sound or sight of my name.

Jason was in a sea of people, the usual spot for post game drinks overflowed, everyone in the celebrating mood it seemed. Jason tried to play along, and get lost in the fun, but was anxiously waiting for you and Roy. His gaze kept flitting to the door, half listening to conversations and participating even less. Jason ignored comments about how he played the last few minutes, sending tight smiles to the people who thought they had the right to joke about that stuff with him. They usually got the message after that, leaving him be until someone else decided to pull him into a conversation. The cycle was starting again as one of Jason’s captains called his name, but Roy’s hat flashed in Jason’s periphery and he didn’t even acknowledge the senior before turning towards the door.

“Outside.” Was all Roy said with a wink, patting Jason on the shoulder and slipping past him into the celebrations.

Jason wormed his way through the crowd, yanking open the front door and nearly colliding with you. You stepped back as Jason froze in the doorway.

“Uh Jay, I think people are tryna get by.” You said, nodding behind him. He glanced over his shoulder at the couple, and moved out of the way wordlessly as they dipped into the night. You slouched against the brick wall of the bar, and Jason headed towards you like a man compelled. He leaned into the wall, looking down at you as you sent him a smile. You were close, carrying the scent of smoke and that fucking perfume.

“Heard you fouled out.” You commented, making Jason chuckle.

“Yeah, a little too pissed to play nice.” He shrugged, toying with a string on his belt and pushing further into the wall, hoping the bricks would devour him.

“Is that how you normally play?”

“No, not unless I’m in my head.” You tensed at his reply, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Y’know we don’t have to talk about anything tonight, you should be celebrating anyway. We can play nice? For tonight?” You said after a moment, looking away from him while Jason continued to stare down at you.

“What?” He breathed.

“I just don’t think we need to focus on like, a drunk mistake right now. You guys won, let's just focus on that.” You shrugged, still looking towards the pavement while Jason’s jaw clenched.

Drunk mistake? Sure that was a way to describe it, but it was more than that. It was a revelation to the feelings Jason had been harboring, those same feelings he handled so poorly this last week and you wanted to forget it? Put it aside like you didn’t set Jason on fire from the inside out and were the one standing there with a fire extinguisher all at once. It wasn’t something he could just ignore anymore, not even for a few hours. It was why he had all, but abandoned you this week, more so than the embarrassment. And you chalked it up to a drunk mistake?

No.

He was silent for a while, long enough to beckon your gaze back to his as you turned to face him slightly. It appeared you weren’t getting out of this conversation tonight and neither was Jason.

Jason huffed, palms digging into his eyes before he said, “It wasn’t—that wasn’t me being drunk, okay—yeah I was, but it wasn’t a mistake in the way you’re thinking. I-I did that because I…like you. A lot, and have for a while.”

This silence seemed to stretch on longer than the one before—

“Oh.”

Jason laughed, he couldn’t help it, sarcasm dripping from his tone as he barked, “Well that’s always a great response.”

The coldness of his response snapped you out of whatever shock his confession put you in, “No, no I'm just surprised, sorry. And it’s not like I don’t like you too, but—“

“Oh that’s an even better one.” Jason muttered, and went to head back inside until your fingers shot out and grabbed his wrist. He stayed in place, but couldn’t turn to face you.

“Hey, stop being an ass, I asked you to play nice so listen. Jason, I do like you, I think you’re great actually, but this is a bit of a shock to me, and we still need to talk about how you treated me this last week. I need time to process all of this because I don’t wanna damage our relationship even more right now. But I still care about you a lot so just. Bear with me?” You said, breathless afterwards and thumb stroking against his wrist as Jason finally turned to face you.

“I can…work with that.” He said softly.

“Well I’m glad,” You shifted closer, squeezing his wrist before adding, “And hey maybe if you get a little too drunk tonight and make another mistake…it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

Jason immediately tipped himself into you, making you scream out a laugh while trying to push him off.

“Y’know now that you mention it, I'm feeling pretty drunk now.” He pretended to trip over his feet while your palms pressed into his chest.

“God you’re so annoying.” You grinned when Jason stopped, holding up his own weight while you slapped the back of your hand into his stomach. “Now let’s go get messed up, Roy’s driving so!”

“Oh say no more.” You slipped your hand into his, fingers interlocking as you led Jason back into the bar. You glanced back when his fingers tightened around yours. grinning brightly at him in the hazy lighting, a beacon of good and calmness Jason longed for. And while there was still uncertainty and time before Jason could truly relish in you, he would bear with you as you asked.

—

title/lyrics comes from drawstring by pity sex.

pt. two - the hellcat spangled shalalala

[cozage]

hihi!! firstly I would love to say that I adore how you write for one piece characters :(( the way you just write them is !! top tier in my book it's always a must to check up on your blog every once in a while to see if you posted.

hehe anyways, may I request monster trio + law with a gn reader who has a bad habit of reopening wounds? like it's not out of bc they feel bad abt themselves or to punish themselves, it's just a habit they grew up with and subconsciously do it. but after realizing what they did they do end up feeling bad because there's no reason for them to do it in the first place?? sorry if it's confusing !! ;;

A/N: Hi!!! Thanks for your support!! Don't worry, your request wasn't confusing at all!! :) I had some trouble with Law, but if I get some inspiration later on I'll return to it for sure.

Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Cw: reopening wounds, blood

Total word count: 800

Old Wounds

Luffy

He frowns when he sees beads of red dripping down your hand. He jumps over to you, holding it up to examine. 

“Where did this come from?” he asked, rubbing away the drops of blood. 

“Oh!” you pull your hand away, embarrassed. “I must’ve been picking at it.”

“Do you need a band-aid?” he asked, digging around in his pockets. He was sure he had one in here somewhere. Chopper always made him carry extras.

“Oh no, it’s fine.” You rub your thumb over your reopened scratch, putting pressure to stop the bleeding. It was an old habit, and you hated that you were still doing it subconsciously. 

“Here!” Luffy pulled out a small band-aid, and put it over your wound. It was red with multicolored stars on it, and he grinned at his medical capabilities. “Just call me Doctor Captain Monkey D. Luffy!”

You giggled at that, and Luffy kept holding your hand even after he was done pretending to be a doctor. “Let me know if you need another one, mmkay? You’ll be healed in no time!”

As you looked at the speckled star band-aid, you felt like maybe Luffy was your good luck charm. You really would be healed in no time. 

Zoro

You were lost in thought when you felt a sword [casing] smack your wrist, and you looked over to see Zoro staring at you. He looked irritated.

“You’re picking at it again,” he muttered, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes again. 

“Huh?” 

“Your ankle. It’s bleeding again.”

You looked at your foot to see a small trail of blood dripping down your leg. 

“Shit,” you muttered, pressing your palm against your open scab. The smell of iron was strong in the air, which is probably what tipped Zoro off to your habit. 

“You should really stop doing that,” Zoro scolded. “That's the third time this week.”

“I know.” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment from his words. You didn’t know how to stop picking at your old wounds. It was just a habit you’ve had for as long as you can remember. 

Zoro got up and grabbed a rag, and then walked back over to you. He bent down and removed your hand from the bloody mess. He gingerly wiped the blood off your hand before moving to your foot and dabbing away the blood. 

“Put pressure on it.” You took the rag from him and continued to press on it, and Zoro got up to get that first aid kit that he had kept in the workout room. 

He came back to you and kneeled in front of you, opening the box. He pulled out alcohol wipes and some gauze, and began to work. 

The alcohol stung as he wiped at your wound, and you sucked in a breath through your teeth. Zoro scoffed at your reaction and kept rubbing. “Don’t be a baby,” he mumbled. 

He placed some gauze over your scab and wrapped it with some bindings, keeping it secure in place. 

He looked at his handiwork, and then at you. “Don’t take that off,” he said, repacking his first aid kit. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

He smirked and put his kit back in the normal spot, and then came to lay his head in your lap. “If you need something to do with your hands, play with my hair.” 

You smiled and your hands found his moss green hair, Zoro snoring softly below you. 

Sanji

Sanji’s horrified gaze to your fingers made you reevaluate what you had been doing the past few minutes. You hadn’t thought anything of the movements you had been making, absentmindedly picking at your skin while you watched your lover cook. 

But with his jaw dropped and his eyes wide from shock, you considered that you might’ve been doing something else unconsciously. 

“My love!” He screamed, rushing to your side. He grabbed a napkin and threw it over your index finger, holding it tightly. “Did you cut yourself while you were chopping vegetables? I should’ve never asked you to do that!”

“Sanji, I’m fine,” you assure him. “This was from a few weeks ago.”

“A few weeks ago?! No, you’re still bleeding!”

“I know.” You try to pull your hand away from him, but he has a vice grip on you. 

He continues to hold it and he reaches for a band aid, removing the napkin quickly to place the band aid around it. Afterwards, he goes and finds a few little fidget things from Usopp’s shop and brings them back for you. 

“For you, my dearest,” he presents them to you and doesn’t say anything further on the matter. He washes his hands thoroughly and gets back to cooking. 

A satisfied smile appears on his face as he hears you begin to tinker with one of the things he brought up for you. 

[marieisnothere12]

hsr 2.2 opinions

The plot was great execution was mid.

Sorry this is pretty long 😭😭

Spoilers 👇

Sunday’s three acts were hella tedious. This gives me Kazuha domain in the golden apple arcepellago ptsd.

Sparkle is just unused its such a shame bc I absolutely love the Masked fools :(

After they “solve” the crisis, it’s too long I honestly lost all the hype bc I thought it ended. It was just waaaaay too long.

Firefly’s 3 deaths?? Hello? I wanted to see that not Sunday’s 3 acts.

They never explain why the Order is bad and the Harmony is good. I didn’t understand until the last part where it was like “oh they’re trying to mind control people.” like you’re telling me this NOW??

oh so much dialogue pls no more exposition

Im sorry but I don’t find Robin to be as likable as hoyo presents her as. She’s a sweet angel but they shove it in your throats so much it feels fake. She just got the short end of the stick when it comes to writing :( i would have loved her ngl I wished she got the same level of writing as her brother :((

Too many twists like it’s exhausting atp. Gallagher being evil would’ve been interesting ngl. Like what of Sunday and Gallagher and Sparkle teamed up???? Idk just a thought. Also “dormancy” is disappointing. IM SORRY I LIKE EVIL GALLAGHER

Maybe unpopular opinion but too much Acheron. I feel like Firefly should’ve had a bigger focus like we forget abt her in the later half.

And the domain things. God they are so unnecessarily long. The one with with the Trailblazer and Firefly was just so so tedious.

Oh so so so much unnecessary dialogue guys please shut up

The Trailblazer taking the Harmony’s side feels forced like bro why??? Theres sm exposition and no explanation. They just go “Bc freedom!!” And…??? What else??? Robin just went “This is wrong” and we hopped on board. Now Robin is justifiable bc she did her research, being her idealist self, and shes a side character so I’m okay with her not having the full spotlight.

Why did Elio send Firefly/SAM to Penacony anyways?

Jade just went “oh Aventurine lets cook some shit up in thr next update” and left

again, pls elaborate on why the Order is bad I got one example

Also I feel like Aventurine was like a footnote im def biased towards my baby boy but :(

Im sorry the main cast is just unlikeable imo they don’t justify their actions and just ride on the ideal of freedom and nothing else. They use the same argument of “bc people deserve to live and choose” and its tiring hearing them say that 10 times they just lacked depth.

Also shaoqi who writes for hi3 wrote this and hi3 is very visual novel esque and it works in hi3 bc its very story driven but it just doesn’t in hsr.

Now the good things

I love the consistent characterization. Sunday acted just as I predicted during the quest so yay

I really like Sunday as a character. ALSO WHY DID HE FALL AT THE END I GOT SCARA PTSD

I like how even though Gallagher is on our side he’s pretty morally gray (he’s a history fictionalogists i hate those shits if you can’t tell I would follow the erudition so they piss me off sm)

We stan boothill live laugh love space cowboys

The idea of the story is amazing though like in general

In conclusion, I think they tried to do everything and forgot about domains being the bane of players’ existence and making stuff make sense. The execution just leaves me feeling overwhelmed and unsatisfied at the same time. Ngl I think 2.1 just built up way too much hype.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

One Of Us - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! I was able to complete this story! I really hope you guys like it cause it turned out to be really long but I liked how it turned out xD 

Requests -  Anonymous asked: i need more steddie x reader comfort plssss maybe when like the reader doesn’t feel good enough for them so she leaves them and theyre like ‘i know for a fact she didnt stop loving us’ and they somehow find out that she’s been beating herself up abt it and having breakdowns and really in need of them but she can’t go to them bc she doesn’t deserve them and just a lot of angst to the reader but comfort in the end??sorry this is long!!

-  theweirdone2468 submitted: Hiiii!! I was wondering could you do steddie x reader where reader is/was always quiet growing up and has abandonment issues and easily left out and reader starts feeling left out and doesn’t know how to tell them. Basically angst to fluff please I love your writing!!!! 

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); reader is feeling insecure and left out; mentions of sex; this is really angsty and super long; I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

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One Of Us

One of us is crying, one of us is lying In a lonely bed... staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only... waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all

“Good morning, Buster” you smiled when you felt your dog getting on your bed and waking you up.

You opened your eyes and saw the beautiful Bernese mountain dog looking at you and you scratched the back of his ear. You remembered the day you and Eddie brought him home. You found him wandering the streets by himself and you didn’t have the heart to leave him there. So you brought him back home with you and begged Steve to let you keep him. Which wasn’t really that hard since he put up that act of ‘I-don’t-want-a-dog’ that was over as soon as he saw Buster’s eyes and now he was the one who spoiled him the most.

“Where are your dads?” you asked, sitting up. And then you saw a note on Eddie’s side of the bed. “Oh, right” you sighed, opening the letter, letting you know that Steve had to go to work early and Eddie was planning some big campaign, so he needed Dustin’s help.

You didn’t really mind it. But always asked them to wake you up before they left to say goodbye. You knew they wanted to let you sleep in on your day off, but you still missed them. You felt like you had been seeing less of them in the past few weeks. Either your work schedule would cross with Steve’s or Eddie’s campaign or new job after school, or they would come home really late when you were already asleep, or leave before you got up. You were still trying to get into the routine now that you have been in your new apartment for a few months, which is why all of you were working more. You loved your new apartment and you knew they did too, but you still couldn’t help but miss them.

At least, since it was your day off, that meant you could take their lunch and have some time with each one of them. And, your anniversary was coming up soon in a couple of days and you three will spend the entire weekend together. You smiled to yourself, getting up from the bed and bringing Buster with you.

“Come on, boy. We have a big day ahead of us!” you said, excitedly as Buster followed you around the apartment.

After finishing your chores and making lunch for your two boys, you put each of them in the lunchboxes you got them. Even if they were a bit childish, you knew Steve loved his green Ninja Turtles lunchbox, and Eddie loved his Scooby Doo lunchbox so much he even threatened everyone in Hellfire if they made fun of it.

You headed out the door with Buster by your side. You knew Eddie and Steve hated the fact that you were his favorite. No matter how much the two of them spoiled him since he was a puppy (even if they loved to deny it) if you were to make him choose, you were certain Buster would run to you. Because you had. Eddie tried endless times to get him to go over to him instead, but he went to you. Every single time.

You drove Steve’s car, thankful that they took Eddie’s van since you were, as Steve liked to say ‘a hazard’ driving a car that big, and you headed over to Hawkins High first. You walked out of the car and were immediately surrounded by Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas. Mostly because they loved Buster.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Dustin greeted you, happily as they approached you both and the other three did the same.

“Hi, guys, how are you?” you smiled at them as Lucas and Will knelt down to pet Buster.

“Hi, buddy!” Lucas said, happily as Buster started licking his face. He loved the kids almost as much as you and your boyfriends did.

“Have you guys seen Eddie? I brought his lunch for him” you smiled.

“Oh, yeah, he’s supposed to meet us in like ten minutes to go over something about the campaign” Dustin told you.

“He said something about handling a deal on the… benches like off campus or something” Mike said.

“Oh, yeah, I know where that is” you told them. “Thanks, guys! I’ll see you around” you smiled as you started walking to the spot where you knew Eddie handled most of his deals. “Come on, boy” you said, going with Buster.

You stopped when you heard someone laughing—someone who wasn’t Eddie. You stepped closer and saw Chrissy Cunningham sitting on one side of the table as Eddie dramatically fell to the floor and then got up, making her laugh.

"On the good news, flattery works with me so… 25% discount off your purchase, lovely lady” you heard him say with a smile.

You trusted Eddie wholeheartedly. Steve as well. But there were just a few moments where you couldn’t help but let your insecurities get the best of you. They were both really handsome men. You knew that. So, it didn’t help when perfect people, like Chrissy Cunningham, got their attention and he made her laugh the way he was doing it now. You knew Eddie and he did whatever he could to make people comfortable around him, and that’s probably what he was doing. But you hated the fact that sometimes it made an ugly feeling grow inside of you. One that always told you that they could do so much better than you. You tried to bury them deep inside. And you would think that it wouldn’t happen as much since you have been together for so long, living together and all. But you still had a bit of trouble controlling these feelings sometimes. You couldn't really help it. Everyone in your life had left at some point. Steve and Eddie were the people that had shown you what love really was. So you were constantly terrified that it would happen with them too. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Buster barked loudly when he saw one of his dads.

“Shit” you muttered. “Buster!”

“Is someone there?” you heard Chrissy ask, worriedly.

“Princess?” you heard Eddie walking towards you. “What are you doing here?” he smiled.

“S-sorry” you said, trying to calm Buster down. “We didn’t mean to scare you” you smiled looking at Chrissy.

“Oh, hello, (Y/N)” she smiled kindly at you. “Who is this cutie?” she asked excitedly when she saw Buster.

“Oh, this is my boy, Buster” Eddie said, grabbing him from you. He was going to walk over to Chrissy but Buster barked louder, startling her and running back towards you.

“Buster!” you said, kneeling down to pet him.

“Hey! We don’t do that!” Eddie scowled him. “Sorry, he’s usually really friendly” he apologized.

“That’s okay” Chrissy said, still a little nervous, and sat back down.

“Sorry” you said. “We were just um-” you said, putting Eddie’s lunchbox up. “Bringing your lunch” you said, smiling at Eddie.

“Oh shit!” Eddie said, realizing he completely forgot. “I’m so sorry, princess! I swear I’ll just be five minutes-”

“Oh, I can come back later-”

“N-no, don’t be silly. I know you two have to go to class soon” you said, handing Eddie his lunchbox, making his smile fall completely.

“But… we always have lunch together on your day off” he frowned. “I’m sorry I forgot, love, I swear-”

“No, love, it’s okay” you smiled at him. “We have some errands to run” you said, pointing at Buster. “And we also have to go give Steve his lunch” you insisted. “It’s okay, really, you have things to do” you told him.

“You sure?” he asked, still not convinced.

“Yeah, love” you insisted. “We should uh- get going” you told him. “B-bye, Chrissy” you waved at the cheerleader.

“Bye, it was so good to see you” she waved politely. It really didn’t help that she was so sweet.

“Hey” Eddie said, pulling you away a little. “Are you sure everything’s okay? I can be free in like five minutes-”

“Eddie, it’s fine, love” you insisted. “I know you still have to meet up with the guys to talk about the campaign” you told him.

Eddie sighed, still unconvinced but he did forget and it was his fault that his time with you was now cut short. He loved your lunches together. Especially fighting over who got the best post-it by Steve. But he thought maybe you were really running errands and he actually had to talk about the campaign with Dustin and some of the other guys.

“Okay” he gave up. “See you tonight? I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he smiled.

“You don’t have to make it up to me, love” you smiled but he leaned down to kiss you quickly on the lips and then the cheek and then the forehead.

“Too late. I’m doing it anyways” he said, making you giggle. “See you later, man” he said, kneeling down to pat Buster and kissing his head. “You take care of her, okay?” he said, before getting up. “I love you” he said, kissing your forehead again.

“Love you too” you smiled before walking away with Buster and Eddie went back to Chrissy. “Let’s go, boy” you told your partner walking back to the car.

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Second stop, Family Video. You parked your car and opened the door for Buster to walk out with you. You put his leash on him, knowing that you had to keep him closer in busier places. You stopped right outside the door when a group of girls walked out of the store.

“I told you he was working today!” you heard one of them laugh with the rest. “He is so cute!”

“I think he’s into you” you heard another one tell the third friend as they walked the other way.

You looked inside and saw Steve leaning over the counter talking to two other girls. Again, you knew this was a regular occurrence. Your boyfriend was stupidly handsome and girls literally came in just to see him. But you trusted him. With your entire heart. It just made you feel uneasy sometimes when pretty girls basically threw themselves at your boyfriends. You knew Chrissy wasn’t throwing herself at Eddie. She had a boyfriend, as much of a jerk as he was, and she knew Eddie was with you and Steve. But sometimes, the girls that flirted with Steve didn’t know that. So, the ugly feeling tended to come back when that happened. Like now. You entered the store and saw the two girls laughing, a little too hard, at something that Steve was saying. And once again, your furry little friend gave you away.

“Uh, sorry, we don’t allow pets in here” Steve said before looking your way, but then he saw you. “Oh hey, sweetheart!” he said, smiling brightly at you. You noticed the two girls’ smiles drop and them glaring at you as Steve walked over to you, completely leaving them unattended, and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Buster!” he said, kneeling down excitedly and petting him.

“Love, you have customers” you reminded him and he got up again.

“Right” he said, looking back at the girls. “Just one minute, okay?” he said, running over to the counter. You started walking around the store and browsing through the movies to get one for tonight. “Hello there, pretty lady” Steve said, appearing at the end of the hall you were currently in.

“Hi, love” you smiled at him.

“You’re here early” he frowned.

“Oh, yeah um… Eddie was busy so, we didn’t get to have lunch together” you explained, and then you saw his expression change. “What?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, sunshine” he told you. “Keith called this morning and he’s gonna be here in like ten minutes for a meeting so-”

“Oh” you said, feeling a little disappointed again. But it wasn’t Steve’s fault. Just like it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. They were just busy. “It’s okay, we just came over to bring you your lunch” you said, handing him his lunchbox. “We have some errands to run” you told him.

“I’m really sorry, sweetheart-”

“No, don’t be silly, love” you smiled. “I know you’re busy, and plus, I don’t think Keith would be happy to find Buster here” you insisted. “We’ll see you later tonight?” you smiled.

“Yes! I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“You don’t have to do that” you told him.

“Still going to” he said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I’m taking your favorite movie and we can all watch it tonight, okay?”

“But it’s your turn to-”

“Doesn’t matter” he insisted, grabbing the movie he knew you were going to reach for and smiling at you. “Okay?”

“Okay” you nodded, smiling at him. Steve leaned in to kiss you again when the bell of the door opening was heard again. “Shit, I have to go” he said, pulling away. “I’m sorry, love” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, alright? I love you” he smiled.

“I love you too” you said as he walked back to the counter to help the new guests. Girls again.

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The days went by just the same. You barely saw them around. Even that day when both told you they’d make it up to you they came home when you were already asleep. It was now Thursday night and you were once again by yourself, making dinner, waiting for Steve and Eddie to come home. You thought you might finally get some time with them tonight and you had the weekend ahead which was reserved for just the three of you.

Including Friday, since Eddie didn’t have school because of some teacher conference so you and Steve asked for the day off. You were excited and you couldn't wait to have them all to yourself for three whole days. You missed them so much. And you were certain they missed you too. You heard Buster barking and running to the door and you heard Eddie’s van coming from outside, since it could be heard for like three blocks away, really. They were home.

“Hey, buddy” you heard Eddie coming through the door. “Hi, princess” he said, coming over to you as Steve greeted Buster.

“Hi, love” you smiled and then turned to Steve.

“Hey, sunshine” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Dinner’s almost ready” you told them, but your smile dropped when you noticed them share a look. “What?”

“Love, we’re going to Jonathan’s tonight, remember?” Steve said, frowning.

“Yeah, Argyle’s in town and we had this guys night planned with the kids and all-”

“Oh, right” you said, remembering when they told you about it a couple of days ago. You still couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It was the first night in all week you had seen them. But at least you had the entire weekend ahead of you. “I guess I forgot” you smiled at them.

“Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“No, don’t be silly” you insisted, smiling at them. “You guys go have fun, I’ll just watch a movie and go to bed early snuggling with Buster” you told them.

“Lucky Buster” Eddie said, pulling you from Steve, making you laugh a little.

“We’ll make it up to you on Sunday, love” Steve said smiling at you.

You froze a little and looked up at him and then Eddie with a frown on your face.

“Sunday?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, I have to work all day tomorrow” he said as if it was obvious, walking over to your bedroom to get changed.

“And we’re using the free day to move forward in our campaign” Eddie told you, following Steve.

Your heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. Did they honestly forget? Maybe they were just messing with you and this was part of a surprise they would have for your anniversary.

“Wait, so you’re going to be busy all day tomorrow?” you asked, following them.

“Yeah” they shrugged as if it was nothing.

“W-what about Saturday?” you asked, thinking maybe they just forgot about tomorrow.

“Well, since we’re playing D&D all day tomorrow, the band is practicing on Saturday” Eddie explained as he changed.

“Yeah, and Keith asked me to come in the morning to train a new guy starting at Family Video” Steve said proudly.

You tried your best to smile since this meant he was getting more responsibilities and on his way to maybe becoming shift manager, but your heart ached horribly. They really just forgot all about your plans.

“S-so you’re going to be busy all weekend?” you asked, trying your best to not have your voice break.

“Not Sunday” Eddie replied. “We promise, Sunday is all yours, princess. Whatever you want” he said, quickly kissing your head and going over to get his keys. “Let’s go, Steve, we’re gonna be late!”

“But-”

“Sorry, sunshine” Steve said, mimicking Eddie’s actions. “We’ll make it up to you, okay? Promise!”

“I just-”

“Bye Buster” Steve said, patting him at the entrance.

“Take care of our girl, okay?” Eddie said as they left the apartment, closing the door behind them.

As soon as you heard Eddie’s van start again, you let the tears fall down your face. You couldn’t believe this was happening. They literally forgot your anniversary. Both of them. You ran over to the kitchen and grabbed the phone to call the two people that knew about your insecurities eating away at you. You heard it ring a couple of times before Nancy answered.

“Hello?”

“Nancy?” you asked, with your voice betraying you a little.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Um… not really” you admitted. “Could you… maybe come over? Is Robin with you?”

“Yeah, of course, do you need us to bring anything?”

“No, I had actually made dinner for Steve and Eddie but they-”

“Ugh, let me guess, boys night? Mike made me drive him” she said, sounding annoyed.

“Yeah” you said, quietly.

“Okay, honey, hold on, we’ll be right there, okay?” she said. You could hear Robin in the background, grabbing whatever they needed. You could only nod before the line went dead and you sat on the floor. Buster was instantly by your side and you hugged him tightly to you.

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On Friday afternoon, Eddie walked inside your apartment earlier than he thought he would. The guys at Hellfire were better at the campaign than he anticipated and they managed to complete it early. He would be more upset if it didn’t mean that he got to come home to you and that Steve would be out soon. He was even able to pick up some of your favorite brownies and pastries from a bakery you loved down the street.

“Hey princess, I’m home!” he called when he entered the empty apartment. He frowned, confused, and started looking around. You were always home by the time he got there, and if you weren’t, at least Buster would be home. “Buster? C’mere buddy!” he called whistling, thinking he was just being a little shit and not wanting to leave your side like he usually did.

He walked over to the kitchen but found it empty. He then went to your bedroom to see if maybe the two of you were taking a nap, but nobody was there. He was certain that you’d be out of work by now. He went over to the kitchen and grab the phone to call your work. But he got even more confused when Jonathan told him that you had taken the day off and the rest of the weekend as well. So, he decided to call Steve.

“What’s wrong, love?” Steve asked as soon as he heard Eddie’s worried voice.

“(Y/N) is not home and neither is Buster!” he said, panicking.

“What do you mean they’re not home? She should be out of work by now and Buster should be home!”

“I called her job, Jonathan said she asked for the day off! And the whole weekend!”

“What? Do you think she wasn’t feeling good and didn’t tell us?”

“But then she would be here! With Buster!” Eddie said, worriedly.

“Okay, love calm down. I will be home in ten minutes and we’ll figure this out, okay? Maybe she’s over at Nancy’s or Robin’s. Robin’s off today too!”

“No! I’m not staying here, I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to Wheeler’s!”

“Eddie-”

“I’ll be there in five minutes!”

Eddie and Steve were now driving around town, over to Nancy’s house. That was their first thought.

“Eddie, love, I know you’re worried, but you need to calm down! You’re driving like a mad man!”

“Why aren’t you more worried, Steve? She is nowhere to be found! She didn’t go to work and she took Buster with her!”

“What do you mean she took Buster with her-?”

“She doesn’t do that unless she’s going to visit either one of us!” he told him. “She always tells us when she has the day off and what she's doing! And she’s always home when we get there, Steve!”

“Eddie, calm down. I’m sure she has an explanation for this, okay? Maybe she’s having girls' night with Nancy and Robin and just forgot to tell us and she brought Buster because she hates leaving him alone-”

“She took some stuff with her” Eddie said all of the sudden.

“W-what?” Steve asked, feeling his heart drop. “What do you mean? What did she take?”

“Just some clothes and her toothbrush” Eddie told him. “Her pillow was also gone” he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “You don’t think she-” he sighed. “You don’t think she would leave, right?”

“Eddie-” Steve said, feeling a huge pain in his heart. He knew that Eddie always feared that either you or he would leave. Just like his parents did. “Of course, not! She would never do that!”

“I just-” he said as he parked outside of Nancy’s house. “I know for a fact she didn’t just stop loving us! But… why would she do something like this-?”

“Eddie, listen to me” Steve said, grabbing his hands. “She wouldn’t just leave, okay?” he assured him. “We both know that. I know that you’re worried, but I swear that this will all have an explanation, okay?” he said, placing one of his hands on Eddie’s cheek as a few tears rolled down his cheek.

“Okay” he whispered, nodding.

“I love you” Steve smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you too” he said, trying to smile back.

“Let’s go get our girl, okay?” Steve said as they both got out of the car.

The two of them walked over and Steve knocked on the door. He was surprised when it was Robin who answered.

“Hey, dingus” she smiled at Steve. “Dingus number two” she said, turning to Eddie. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Rob, is (Y/N) here?” Steve asked.

“No” she replied as if it was obvious. “Isn’t she with you?”

“Hey, Robin who was at the door?” Nancy asked, coming over and looking at the two boys standing at the entrance of her house. “Steve? Eddie? What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re looking for (Y/N)” Eddie told her. “Do you know where she is?”

“What are you talking about? She’s supposed to be with you” Nancy asked confused.

“What?” Steve asked, starting to get worried.

“Didn’t you spend all day together?” Robin asked just as confused as Nancy.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

“Oh my God! She was right. You two actually forgot!” Nancy asked, getting upset.

“Forget what? Wheeler!” Eddie complained.

“Eddie, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand. “What are you girls talking about?”

“What day is today?” Robin asked them.

“Friday?” Eddie said as if it was obvious.

“Not the day of the week, you dingus! What date is today?” she repeated. And then, they saw the two boys pale and look at each other.

“Holy shit!” they muttered at the same time.

“Fuck! We both forgot our anniversary” Eddie said, feeling horrible.

“We had plans for the whole weekend together” Steve added. “How could we both forget?”

“Wait, but that still doesn’t explain why she’s gone” Eddie told them. “I mean, why didn’t she tell us? And when she’s angry she just stops talking to us but she doesn’t leave” he said.

The two boys noticed the girls sharing a look nervously.

“What?” Steve asked and they turned to look at him. They were certain that they knew something and weren’t telling them. “Robin!” he tried. He knew Nancy could take it to the grave, but Robin was a terrible liar.

“Well-”

“It’s not our place to say” Nancy interrupted her.

“Wheeler! We’re dying here!” Eddie begged.

“Nance, please, what are you two hiding from us? Is there something that we have to know?”

“Look… have you… have you noticed anything about her, lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“Has she been acting differently?”

“Different how? Look we’re really worried here okay? She’s not home! And she took Buster!” Eddie said, desperate. “Just tell us for fucks sake!”

“Alright, look” Nancy started. “She was really upset last night and she asked us to come over” she started explaining. “She said she’s been feeling a bit… neglected lately” she told them.

“What? Why?” Steve asked, feeling even worse.

“Well, you guys have been working a lot lately and so has she and she just said that it has been a long time since the three of you spent some time together so she was really looking forward to this weekend and you two idiots didn’t even remember!”

“Also how she feels insecure when you two flirt with other girls” Robin added.

“Robin!” Nancy widened her eyes at her.

“What? We don’t flirt with other girls!” Eddie asked, upset.

“Look” Nancy sighed. “You know that she has always struggled with being left out of things and people leaving her, right? She didn’t grow up in the best home-” she started.

“Yes, we know” Eddie snapped a little. “But we have made everything to let her know how much we love her! So we don’t really appreciate you accusing us of-”

“Eddie, love, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand again. “Nance, you know we would never intentionally make her feel that way-”

“I know” she nodded. “But she mentioned that lately, she started feeling a little… self-conscious about… some things” she explained. “A couple of situations, I guess, just added up and I guess you two forgetting your anniversary just made it even more real” she told them.

“Made what more real?!”

“She doesn’t feel important to you anymore!” Nancy blurted out, hating the hurt look on the boys.

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Eddie muttered before he just walked away from everyone and back to his van.

“Look, we obviously fucked up, big time” Steve said brushing a hand through his hair.

“You think?” Robin told him and he glared at her.

“But we didn’t mean to! Of course, she’s important to us! She’s the most important thing in our lives!” he insisted.

“We tried to tell her that” Nancy told him. “We told her you wouldn’t forget your anniversary and you probably were just planning a surprise for her” she said.

“Did she say anything about today to you? Where she might go or something? I know she doesn’t have many places to go but… we thought she would be here” he tried.

“Sorry, Steve. She didn’t mention any of that. We just thought she’d stay home and maybe talk to you guys about it” Nancy told him.

“Okay” he said, sadly. “Please if you hear from her or if she comes here-”

“We’ll let you know, promise” Nancy assured him.

“Thanks” he said. “We have the walkie-talkie Henderson gave us so just use the channel okay?”

“Okay” Robin nodded. “Hey, Steve, she’s gonna be fine. Maybe she just needed some time to herself” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe” Steve smiled sadly before walking over to Eddie who was now hitting and kicking his car. “Eddie, love stop!”

“No! We fucked up, Steve! We let her down! We did the one thing we promised her we’d never do!”

“Eddie, we’re gonna fix this!”

“How? We don’t even know where she is!” he said, with tears streaming down his face.

“Hold on” Steve sighed, going over to the front and grabbing the walkie-talkie. “Henderson!”

“Steve?”

“Yes, Henderson, we need a favor! We need you, Wheeler, Sinclair, Byers, El, Max, anyone to tell us if you have seen (Y/N)!”

“What? What do you mean? Is she missing?”

“Look, I don’t have time to explain, we just need to find her! Please just help me!”

“Alright, hold on, let me ask if someone’s seen her” he responded.

“Thanks, man” he replied, going back to Eddie.

“It’s getting darker, Steve-!”

“We’re going to find her. And then we’re going to apologize and we’ll make this up to her and fix this. And, Buster is with her, and we know he takes care of her. It’s gonna be okay, love, I promise! Let’s just… go to some of her favorite places okay?”

“Okay” Eddie nodded and Steve took the keys out of his hand.

“I’ll drive, love” he smiled, kissing his forehead. “Let’s go!”

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The two of them had been driving around for a while to all of the places they knew you loved, but no such luck. Until Eddie heard Dustin’s voice again.

“Hey, Steve!”

“Dustin! What do you have, man?”

“Eddie! So, none of the guys have seen her, but Max mentioned something about seeing Steve’s car in the trailer park” he said, as the two of them looked at each other confused.

“Are you sure? Is Red there with you?”

The two of them heard a ruckus on the other side and then Max’s voice came up.

“Hey! Yes, I thought it was weird, but it was parked right outside your old trailer” she explained. “I didn’t see if she was in there, but you guys can try- shut up, Dustin! I’m busy here!”

“Okay, that’s great! Thanks, so much, Max! If you see her or if she gets in touch with you, please let us know!” Steve said, grabbing the radio from Eddie.

“You guys fucked up, huh?”

“We don’t have time for this, Red! Bye!” Eddie said, turning the radio off as Steve turned around and drove as fast as he could to the trailer park. “Okay, there it is! That’s your car!” Eddie pointed at the old trailer where the three of you lived and they noticed the lights were on.

Eddie didn’t even wait for Steve to stop the car to jump out and started running towards the trailer, Steve close behind him, pulling him back.

“Eddie, slow down, love” he said as they stopped in front of a window.

They looked inside and saw you asleep on your old couch. It had been a few months since the three of you moved into your new apartment but everything still looked the same, only emptier. You were wearing one of Steve’s old basketball t-shirts and one of Eddie’s sweaters on top and your favorite movie was playing on the TV. They slowly walked over to the door and walked inside. As soon as they did, Buster launched at them barking furiously and making them jump back a little, Eddie stepping in front of Steve.

“Hey! Dude, what the hell? It’s us! Your fathers!” he complained as Buster calmed down but kept growling at them, standing in front of you, not letting them walk through.

“Buster” Steve said, kneeling down, only managing to make him bark again, louder this time and waking you up.

“Buster, what’s going on?” you asked, still asleep and opening your eyes and then you noticed your two boyfriends standing there. “Oh” you said, sitting up. “Hi” you smiled weakly at them. “Buster, c’mere boy!” you said, patting the spot next to you since he kept growling at Steve and Eddie. He instantly turned around and ran towards you, resting his head on your lap.

“Princess!” Eddie said, walking closer to you and sitting on the ground in front of you and Buster, Steve, following him. The two of them wanted to cry when they saw your red eyes and puffy cheeks. They could tell you had been crying, which is probably why Buster didn’t want them anywhere near you. “Love, we have been looking everywhere for you!”

“We are so sorry, sunshine!” Steve said, trying to hold your hand but Buster barked at him.

“Busty, that’s enough” you scowled at him in a soft tone and scratched his ear. “What are you guys doing here?” you asked, quietly, looking down at your lap.

“What are we-? Love, we have been looking everywhere for you! I got home and you and Buster weren’t there!” Eddie started.

“I’m sorry” you murmured. “I fell asleep. I was going to be back by dinner-”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not the point” Steve said, scootching a little closer and trying to grab your hand again but looking at Buster. When he didn’t do anything, he grabbed your hand and Eddie grabbed the other one. “We are so sorry!”

“We are the worst boyfriends in the world!”

“That’s not true” you said, looking up at them.

“Yes, it is!” Eddie argued. “We both forgot our anniversary!”

“And also… we went to look for you at Nancy’s and she and Robin told us that you talked with them last night” he said, making you pull away from them. You put your legs up on the couch and placed your hands on top of them. “Why didn’t you talk to us?”

“I’m sorry” you said, feeling your throat tightening a little.

“Princess, we’re not mad at you” Eddie said, sitting closer to you and placing his hand on your knee. “We just want to know how you’re feeling and what to do to make it better” he said.

“It’s just stupid. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything” you insisted.

“It’s not stupid” Steve said, placing his hand on your other knee. “It made you run away from us-”

“No, I didn’t run away, I would never do that!” you said with a couple of tears falling down your cheeks. “I just… I don’t know” you admitted.

“Talk to us, love” Eddie said, trying to contain his own tears. “Please” he said, squeezing his grip on your knee.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “Things have been changing a lot” you started. “And I know it’s good things because you’re moving up in your job” you said, looking at Steve. “And you got a new job and your band is getting more gigs and your D&D campaign and all” you told Eddie. “But I just… I missed you. I missed how things were when we wre still living here, which is why… I came here” you told them. “Ever since we moved into our new apartment, I feel like I barely see you. You’re always gone when I wake up and I fall asleep before you come home” you told them. “And this past week I couldn’t have lunch with either of you and you got to spend last night together and…” you said, crying a little more. “Y-you forgot about our weekend-”

“We know, and we are so sorry, love” Eddie said, holding your hand again and Steve did the same.

“We feel horrible about that, we didn’t mean to, sweetheart-”

“I know” you nodded. “I know you didn’t mean to, it’s just…” you sighed, looking at Buster and scratching his ear. “You didn’t seem to miss me as much as I missed you and I just thought… I don’t know” you said, with a few tears falling down your cheeks again.

“Princess, of course, we miss you” Eddie said, getting up and sitting down next to you, Buster, growling a little when he was moved away from you.

“Tell us what else is going through your pretty mind, sweetheart” Steve said, sitting on your other side and kissing your forehead.

“It’s nothing” you said, resting your head on his shoulder and holding Eddie’s hand.

“Love” Eddie said, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It was just a lot this week, I guess” you said, quietly. “Look, I love you guys, so much and I know you love me too, I do, but… it’s just… sometimes it’s hard” you admitted.

“What is?” Steve asked.

“Well, it’s just…” you sighed again and got up. “You have to promise me you won’t freak out and let me talk” you told them. “Okay?”

“Okay” Steve nodded.

“Promise” Eddie agreed.

“Sometimes it’s just hard because you two are just… like… so perfect it’s infuriating, okay? And I just don’t get why you would want to be with me-”

“What-?”

“How can-?”

“You promised” you said, throwing them a look and they closed their mouths. “I know that you two love me, okay, I do! I just… sometimes I don’t get why, okay? I mean, my own family didn’t want me! Every person I dated before you just… left me for someone better and sometimes I’m just scared that you two are going to realize that and… do the same thing” you said, sadly. “Like… this week, on my day off when I went to give you two your lunch I…” you sighed and looked at Eddie. “You were talking with Chrissy and she was laughing a lot and I know you were just being nice to her but… she’s so pretty and nice and I just… I don’t know!” you said, turning to Steve. “And then I went over to Family Video and this group of girls came out talking about how handsome you were and that you were probably into one of them and I know that’s not true but sometimes it bothers me that girls practically throw themselves at you. Even in front of me! Pretty girls, who are also taller than me! Why is everyone taller than me?” you complained. “I know I’m overthinking and that’s why I didn’t want to say anything! Because I trust you two, I just sometimes feel like it’s only a matter of time before you-”

“Okay, no” Steve said, getting up as well. “That’s enough, don’t even finish that sentence” he said, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him. “Come here, sunshine” he said, sitting back down and pulling you between him and Eddie. “Listen to me” he said softly as Eddie wrapped his arms around you. “First of all, this is our fault, okay? We forgot our anniversary and we didn’t notice that you were feeling left out and we are so sorry” he started. “We know what you have gone through in your life and when we started dating, we promised you that we would always make you feel loved, because we love you and we miss you and we need you so much” he said, with his voice breaking a little. “We failed you, and I am so sorry that you have been feeling this way. You have no idea how scared we were today when we couldn't find you. I was trying my best to not freak out but I have never been more scared in my life. And I know that we have been saying this all week and we fucked up but we will make it up to you. There is nobody in this world that we love more than you, and there is absolutely no one that we would rather be with” he said, grabbing your hands in his. Tears kept falling down your cheeks and Eddie kept placing soft kisses on your head.

“R-really?” you smiled a little.

“Yes, princess” Eddie said, turning you a little so you can look at him now. “Everything Steve said is true. You are our favorite person in the world. If anything, we’re the ones who don’t deserve you” he told you.

“That’s not true-”

“Yes, it is. Look at everything you do for us, you always bring us our lunch in our cool lunchboxes” he continued. “You read Lord of the Rings to me every time I’m sick. You help me with my campaigns sometimes. You always listen to the music I want to listen to. And you help me when I get knots in my hair-”

“That goes for both of us” Steve added, making you smile a little.

“You plan movie nights with the kids. You come to all of my shows” Eddie kept on listing.

“You do everything for us, sweetheart” Steve told you.

“You have the most amazing heart of anybody I know” Eddie added. “Buster if proof of that” he said, making Buster bark at the sound of his name and you chuckled a little. “Which is probably why he loves you the most” he said.

“You had a whole weekend planned for us and we were just stupid enough to forget it” Steve said, apologetically.

“We love you so much” Eddie said, pulling you closer. “There is nobody in this world better for us than you” he insisted. “We are so sorry-”

“It’s okay” you told them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you said. “I just… didn’t really know how and I didn’t want you to think that it was your fault or that I didn’t trust you because I do” you told them.

“We know, love” Steve said, kissing your cheek. “We still can be a little more cautious about that” he assured you.

“Yes, because we also hate it when a guy flirts with you so we know how it feels” Eddie added.

“That doesn’t happen” you laughed.

“Yes, it does” Eddie argued. “The fact that you don’t even notice just makes you more adorable, but it does, love” he said, kissing your other cheek.

“We are so sorry, sweetheart” Steve repeated. “And we promise to make more time with you, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah” Eddie said. “We can have a night a week that it’s just reserved for the three of us” he suggested before Buster barked loudly. “Four of us” he corrected, making you laugh.

“I’d like that” you smiled.

“We have like a board with a calendar at the shop with all the schedules, maybe we can have one in the kitchen to plan around it, and that way none of us will forget important dates” he proposed.

“Yes! I like that idea!” Eddie said, excitedly. “I’m canceling band practice tomorrow” he said.

“Yes, and I’m telling Keith I can’t make it to work-”

“No, guys, you don’t have to do that-”

“Yes, we do” Steve assured you. “We’re going to have the whole weekend just for the three of us. And we’re gonna do anything you want, okay?” he said, hugging you tighter and giving you a peck on the lips.

“We can start by getting your favorite take-out and watching your favorite movies tonight” Eddie said, giving you another kiss.

“That sounds wonderful” you smiled shyly at them.

“Let’s go home then” Steve said, kissing your forehead and then Eddie’s when he got up. “Come on, buddy” he said, snapping his fingers at Buster.

A few hours later, after a lovely dinner and a very heated session of make-up sex where the two of them kept proving to you how sorry they were, you were in your absolute favorite place in the world. Steve’s head was lying on your legs, almost asleep as you ran your fingers through his hair and you rested against Eddie’s chest while he ran his fingers through your hair. You were watching one of your favorite movies with Buster asleep on the floor after Steve basically fed him whatever he asked for. You turned to look at Eddie to see if he had fallen asleep and he smiled down at you.

“What?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“Nothing” you smiled. “I’m sorry I scared you today” you told him and he lowered your hand to grab your free one.

“It’s okay, princess. At least Buster was taking care of you” he said, making you smile.

“I love you” you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Me too” he smiled back at you.

“Me three” Steve said, opening his eyes and looking up at you so you leaned down to kiss him as well.

The End

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A/N hope you liked it :D let me know what you think! :)

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

hello i have Some Thoughts about the newest magp episode

spoilers under the cut 👁️

statement was good :). didn’t give me the same spooks as the others so far but horror is so personal there’s gonna be some that don’t sit with you

i will only give up the tma fear system if jonathan sims himself pries it from my cold dead hands so for this one i feel like it was a blend of like

spiral lonely flesh stranger (maybe some vast)

also girl. that is NOT how u write an essay lmao. she rly was like ☺️ i don’t have any research 😌 but (tells the most horrifying thing that has happened in her life) 😊 i think this will be valuable to study

another norris episode-nothing specifically “martin” abt this one for the theory that they put em in the puter

oh MAN they are not shying away from TMA in this one. gerard keay is a PAINTER who lives with his GRANDMA GERTRUDE ROBINSON whom he refers to as GG! Celia is on a PODCAST with someone named GEORGIE! speaking of celia-alternate realities? time travel? i’m picking up what they are putting down i believe

sam is so in love with celia it’s sickening. rusty quill and starkid rly know how to get me invested in straight ppl

also gwen and alice had BETTER kiss one of these days. like at first i wasn’t rly feeling it. but you can only hate someone so much before it’s just a passionate relationship (eg: batman and joker)

also noooo colin 😔 10£ say he’s trapped in his flat by worms (i love tma season one with all my heart)

also klaus is an anagram for ‘lukas’ and since gerry keay is living with gertrude in london im not taking ANY chances with this show. if peter lukas shows up not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the sole purpose of being able to skip all the parts where he is amentioned or alive

also i love the sound design in this - rly captures the feeling that we are listening to something we are not supposed to. like..security cameras and phones have replaced tape recorders and that makes it feel a lot scarier bc i do not have a tape recorder but i am surrounded by tech 24/7

so excited to see where this goes, especially w what we know from the arg

[maivolpe]

hii! i j read “as long as ur with me” & i love ur writing :3 could i request a very cheesy fic in which reader’s alrdy confessed to bucky & bucky’s rejected them ? ( maybe bc he’s unsure abt his feelings ? ) tony holds a party later & bucky gets jealous ( ooo ~~ ) of the reader after he sees them talking & being close to sam, ( meanwhile the reader’s only talking to sam for help abt bucky ? ) basically mutual pining but reader & bucky just need a push in the right direction ?? thank u either way & i hope u have a nice day ♡Ꮺ៸៸

thank you so much for your kind words :) so sorry for the delay, writer's block hit me like a truck last month so i'm trying to slowly get back into it (this is really lengthy and i don’t like it very much eek) anyways thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: mentions of alcohol, cursing, knives wc: 1.5k

tony was having yet another party. you swore he never even slept, just drank the night away with whoever was willing to with him. tonight, however, you didn’t have time to lecture him about his coping mechanisms. you had more pressing problems.

exactly a week before, bucky had invited you to spar. you'd jumped at the chance to have such experienced competition, and, if you were being honest, your heart raced when he pinned you. or talked to you, or even just looked at you, anything really. but everyone thought that way. right? right.

he’d let you choose one of his blades to work with, stating that he wanted you to be more familiar with knives. they were much easier to come by than guns, he’d noted.

"move your hand here instead of there... there you go."

"watch your six, good."

and soon enough the critiques turned to compliments, and it was much more of a fair fight. for almost an hour you were evenly matched, each dodging nearly all of the others’ blows.

as time dragged on, bucky started to get distracted. his eyes had flickered away for only a split second, but it was all you needed. you pushed him up against the wall, holding your knife to his throat. your breaths came quick and hard, and you'd stared up at his smirk, just inches from your face.

"careful there," he'd breathed. "you want to stab your opponent, not kiss them."

and with a rush of confidence, you'd cocked your head.

"would it be so bad?"

recognition dawned in his eyes, and that was the last thing you saw before a flash of metal overtook your vision. his knuckles had struck your ribs hard, and you went flying. he’d stalked out of the room and left you sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.

ever since then, you’d been stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, keeping yourself confined to your room whenever you could. your ribs were bruised along with your ego, and altogether you just felt terrible. what were you thinking? what posessed you to leave a thought you would've been embarassed to even think, just floating in the air like that? and now tony was hosting this party, and the last thing you wanted to do was go.

well, maybe you'd get something to drink.

the room was flooded with people, packed to the brim with journalists, celebrities, and some uninvited partiers that had found their way in. trying to avoid conversation, you found yourself, drink in hand, tucked away in the corner of the room with sam.

“i feel so stupid, sam.”

“dude, i’m sure it’s not that serious. he probably just freaked out a little. and besides, i mean, look at you!” he motioned towards your dress, giving his hands a shake to emphasize how it flattered your figure.

“listen, though,” he continued. “just give him some time. he’s one to avoid any and all confrontation, but he’ll come around. with some nagging, maybe.”

you laughed. “thank you. i’m sorry for bothering you about this, i know it’s not super important.”

“it’s super important to you,” he pointed out, stuffing an hor d'oeuvre in his mouth. “‘s ‘mportant t’me by default.”

“ew, sam.”

bucky, in the meantime, was livid.

he’d come down just to grab a drink, or five, because the serum made it particularly tough for him to be inebriated. in the two minutes he was downstairs, of course he’d caught a glimpse of you, the very person he was trying to avoid. and you looked beautiful.

the party spilled out of open doors, people clambering in for a glance at tony. many shoved past him at an attempt to get closer to the middle of the room. it was a security nightmare, and also, he couldn’t hear anything.

he saw sam leaning in, whispering something to you, gesturing to your body? and you were laughing? as if his week hadn’t been bad enough, you’d moved right on from him. he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. but sam?

“i need some air,” he grumbled to no one in particular. he pushed past waves of partygoers, keeping his head down, and slipped away through the first door he found.

across the room, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. you’d only seen bucky for a moment, and despite your determination to be happy, the look of revulsion on his face made you want to crumble.

“sam, i- i need some air.”

he nodded, brushing crumbs off of his chin and waving as you ducked through the crowd, dodging drinks and people alike. your ears rang, and even the silence of the elevator was deafening when the doors slid shut.

you tumbled out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, steadying yourself on a nearby doorknob. the wind whipped around your body, sending goosebumps down your arms and stinging your eyes. it was far too cold to be out on the roof, but where else was there to be?

you crept closer to the edge, perching on the roof so that you could see the city moving below you. cars and trucks whizzed by, oblivious to your existence. you found the bright colors of the stoplights blurring in your vision.

you were quickly learning that your emotions would always get the better of you. no matter how determined you were, they always took control.

the maintenance door behind you creaked open, and you whirled around to see who had found you. the glint of metal under the spotlights told you all you needed to know, and you quickly turned away.

“are you… crying?”

“no,” you sniffed, swiping fruitlessly at your tears.

"okay."

bucky lowered himself down next to you, stretching his legs to let them dangle off of the roof. he left a good space between the two of you, and you couldn't even bring yourself to hope he'd close the gap.

there was silence for a few moments, where neither of you dared to even breathe, much less look at each other.

"i was wrong," he whispered.

"what?"

“i said, i was wrong."

it was louder this time, but left you just as confused. was it guilt or pity that compelled him to make such a statement? either way, you shook your head. he couldn't be left thinking that way for simply feeling what he felt.

"no, you're not wrong. i was way too forward, and i made you uncomfortable. maybe you didn't have to lay me out like that, but that was a justified response. it's perfectly fine that you don't want me."

"but i do want you."

a puff of air escaped his lips with the words, visible in the frigid night. it dissipated as you turned the words over in your mind. you toyed with your fingers, afraid you'd misheard him. afraid you'd dreamed up the whole thing.

"i do want you. i've wanted you since i met you, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile at me when you think i'm not looking, the way you hum along to every song, all of it. i just..."

he took a deep breath, and you could've sworn his hands had a little shake to them.

"it's... crazy. like shit, doll, i've hardly even talked to a girl in seventy years, and there you were lookin' beautiful, and talkin' about kissing me, and i just... didn't know what to do."

you nodded, gathering enough courage to peek up at him. he was watching you wistfully, emotion you'd never seen in him before displayed plainly on his face.

he looked away, though, shaking his head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything. especially since you have that thing going on with sam now."

you wrinkled your nose. “what thing?”

“i, uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “i saw you guys talking. you looked happy.”

you giggled, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. "about you, buck. i was worried about you. did you think i was making a move on sam?"

"maybe," he said sheepishly.

“he was helping me, or trying to, because i really messed up. i really do like you, james.”

his face softened at that, eyes widening at your confession. "in that case, i want- if you want to, i mean, i don't want to force anything-"

you reached over and took his hand, relishing the feeling of it slotting perfectly into your grip. "i want to."

"well, c'mere then."

he tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, smiling down at you.

“can i kiss you now?” you breathed.

he answered by pressing his lips to yours, and it felt as though you melted into him for a moment. the colors dancing across your eyes were no longer from the traffic lights, but the dizzying happiness fizzing in your body, like the bubbles in a champagne glass.

he pulled away for a moment, and your heart pounded, afraid you’d messed something else up. but he only smiled at you.

“that felt really good.”

and before you could say “yes, it did,” his hands were cupping your face and he was pressing another gentle kiss to your longing lips.

･｡ﾟ: ∘◦☾◦∘｡ﾟ.

ko-fi ♡

[luwritesomething]

read the thing you wrote abt mickey altieri 🥺🥺 i love that man so much. if i could, i was wondering if i could request something abt him? maybe something where the read has insomnia and he helps them actually sleep <33 only if you want, of course 🫶

Mickey Altieri x Reader: Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby.

Words: 1199

Warnings: mickey is a killer but reader doesn’t know that (however this is not what the fic is about). there are light mentions of anxiety, stress and pills (for headaches), i think there's swearing (bc it's me).

Summary: after a movie night with your boyfriend mickey, you don’t want to go to sleep.

Author's note: thank you so much for requesting, @altierirose!!! mickey will always have my heart, and he’s so fun to write for. i didn’t make this explicitly about insomnia, but reader does have trouble sleeping and that’s what this is about. no hate to dirty dancing, btw!!! (just a bit.) i'm giving you a follow bc there's not much people appreciating our boy... feel free to request whenever !!!! this is my attempt at not using "y/n" anymore.

Criticism is appreciated and request are open (except for the Wednesday fandom)! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! You can see the character i write for HERE.

Every Friday night was reserved to you and Mickey since you two had started dating, some months after the beginning of your first college year. It had been agreed by the two of you, because you had soon realized that college life was messy, difficult and crowded; and a little bit of bonding time reserved for your relationship sounded like a good idea. Slowly, it escalated from cute little dates in the campus’ cafeteria to coffee shops outside the enclosure, until you two finally retreated to one plan and one plan only — movie night.

Fairly chosen, one week he was the one to choose one of his movies in between his precious collection, worthy of a Film student; and the next one you would choose, sometimes with better or worse criteria, but always having fun. Popcorn, candy and a blanket pulling you close together, his hand either around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist, letting you lean into him. It was a great plan for a Friday night.

This week it was your turn, and you had purposely chosen a movie that would piss off his movie buff extraordinare’s taste; something like Dirty Dancing. Mickey had bitched around for quite a while, not letting you hear the somewhat awful dialogues, but amusing you anyway because even if he could be annoying, Mickey was still funny and charming, in his own way.

The movie ended not too late, to Mickey’s relief, and as soon as the credits rolled in your little TV he jumped out of the bed with the empty bowl of popcorn in his hands, while he roasted the movie like it had personally offended him.

“It just makes no sense.” He said, putting the bowl in the only table you and your roommate had in your shared dorm. Your friend had always been kind and comprehensive enough to allow you to have the dorm whenever Derek, Mickey’s roommate, didn’t want to leave his. Mickey turned to you, still in bed, with a wide grin. “And seriously, Baby? It’s just so unrealistic for someone to spend a whole summer being called Baby by everyone.”

“Mickey, it’s a movie.” You laughed quietly, your head cocking to the side. 

Mickey pointed at you with his index finger. “That’s not an excuse, and you know that.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Whatever.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that sight, and you watched him do so. Mickey looked really handsome when he laughed, as his face filled with joy and beaming happiness — you liked the way he enjoyed himself around you. It was something sweet.

“I’m dead.” Mickey was able to say as soon as he stopped laughing, exhaustion washing over him after a hard week. His body felt sore, you could tell by the way he crawled to your side in bed. His body next to yours, even on top of the sheets and blanket, felt so familiar. A smile was shot your way. “Let’s go to sleep, uh?”

Something inside you crumbled suddenly as soon as you saw him getting inside the bed, without bothering to look if you were doing the same because he thought it was rather obvious. It produced you a feeling close to anxiety, thinking about sleeping while you slid by his side — this week had been hard on both of you, but what had kicked your ass the most wasn’t assignments and classes, like it had happened to him, but sleep. 

A series of all-nighters the last week had thrown you off, and now your sleep schedule was messed up. You had laid in bed every night, eyes closed, waiting for Orpheus to sweep you out of the world and into sleeping, but it hadn’t happened — as much, an hour or two before your alarm went off you would fall slightly asleep, producing you low headaches that you had successfully avoided with a few pills.

“But it’s so early.” You said, and your voice went a little higher like it used to do whenever you lied, catching Mickey’s attention.

His eyes drifted to your alarm clock behind you, head tilted. “You’re not tired?”

“I am.” You sighed, and then you stuttered a bit, before confessing. “But… I haven’t been sleeping well. It’s– It’s silly.”

Mickey’s body language changed instantly. His back straightened, so he could sit up with it against the headboard, body turned to look at you and give you his full attention. His eyes scanned you slightly, making you look away in embarrassment — you were a grown adult, and not wanting to go to sleep without a good reason was childish, you knew. 

“Is this about the murders going on?” Mickey asked quietly, like someone else apart from you could hear him talking about the matter that had been hunting everyone in your circle for the last couple of weeks. Two people had been murdered in the new, based on real events, slasher’s opening night. “Because if it’s that, I can promise you, you have nothing to worry about.”

“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head, to prove your point, then just shrugged. Mickey watched you curiously, carefully. “I think I’m just too stressed. The exams, and all… College life isn’t as good as they paint it and, I don’t know, maybe I can’t take it.”

A beat of silence, then two, before Mickey’s brows furrowed together. “That’s bullshit.” It surprised you enough to not let you speak instantly, giving him time to speak first. “I mean, I understand you being stressed, it’s natural. But if you can’t take it, then no one can.”

“That’s not true.”

“But it is!” He insisted, seriousness written all over his face. You had only seen him this serious once or twice before, when he was passionately defending a horror movie from Randy’s criticism, and when he had asked you out for the first time. “I think you’re taking it all too seriously. You stress too much about every single test and—”

“But it is serious, Mickey.” You interrupted softly, wrapping your arms around your knees for comfort. “I can’t slow down.”

“It shouldn’t take your sleep away.” He retorted. His hand reached out for you, comfortably squeezing once. “You’re doing great. I mean that. But you need to chill.”

Nodding slightly, your gaze fell down and away from him, processing his words. The silence settled between you, but Mickey needed to know what you were thinking — not anymore to have the upperhand, but because he was worried, and if there was something pure in him, that was his love for you. 

His hand left yours to barely graze your chin, lifting your head and gaze up. “Is that all of it?” Mickey asked softly. His eyes shone. “Nothing more on your mind?”

“That’s all.” You muttered, nodding slightly. He gave you a smile.

“Wanna go to sleep now?” 

Once again you nodded, and you two slid inside the bed. He switched off the lights and his arm surrounding your waist and pulling you closer didn’t startle you. Mickey didn’t fall asleep until you did, surrendering yourself to the calm circles Mickey rubbed onto your back and his even breathing close to you.

[rollercoasterwords]

i’m sure you have such a busy life doing great lovely things but this is my formal request as someone who has read literally all of your ao3 works and is your secret #1 stan

baby i need a long form jegulus fic from you so bad please im on my hands and knees

nothing fades like the light was so delicious but i needed MORE 😭

the really good jegulus fics are LACKING we need a hero and i nominate you

if you’re feeling bored crazy silly goofy this summer……. you know what to do.

hi! i know this message is intended to be complimentary and i’m glad u enjoy my writing but please don’t send me stuff like this lol. not once have i ever indicated that i take requests nor that i want to and it is actually quite odd to ask a stranger to write you a book for free!

like. i’m trying to say this as gently as possible but these kinds of messages are just. SO out of touch. it takes hours for me to write a single ch of a fic, hundreds of hours to write long-form novel length fics—it’s a labor of love, which is why i do it, but it’s still labor. and i’m not gonna work for anyone but myself for free! i am an adult who is in school and working two jobs on top of that to make ends meet and my main concern this summer will be making sure i can pay my rent, not writing fanfiction!

like. in an ideal world i’d be getting paid at least $20/hr for my labor. let’s estimate that it takes ~5 hours for me to write one ch. if u want like a 20-30 ch book length fic, that would run u about $2-3k. and i still might be undervaluing my own work there! does that help put into perspective the amount of work this is? and not just the amount of work i’m doing, but the amount of work ANY fanfic writer is doing, and sharing for free? please realize that it is actually insane that people are ALREADY writing & sharing free books with you.

also. not really sure what u mean when u say really good jegulus fics are lacking and honestly that is a mean thing to say! i know u mean it as a compliment to me but i do not want any compliments that put other writers down. there are lots of really talented and wonderful writers pouring their time and effort into longform jegulus fics; i’m sure you can find some that u like if u spend some time looking. and this is definitely not the place to look bc ‘nothing fades like the light’ is probably the only jegulus fic i will ever write simply bc i don’t like regulus v much! lol

anyway. want to reiterate that i’m trying to say this all gently bc im assuming that u are maybe someone young who does not write fic and/or does not have to worry abt paying rent etc and that’s why maybe u didn’t understand how this message would come across. but please take this as a learning opportunity to understand why this is a very weird thing to send someone and definitely do not send me messages like this again lol

[mistytwooo]

AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

Welcome to-

Filtered tags and why it’s filtered

1. Heavy on the stepcist content 🤢

1.A. As a person who grew up with two half brothers- just eeewwwwwwwwww. YES I KINK SHAME. I just don’t understand what’s so arousing about it. Is it the fact that it’s forbidden and frown upon? Who knows

2. Niggas who have mommy (mother (suck boobs for “milk”; derogatory)) kinks instead of regular mommy kinks 😭 (yes ma’am, no ma’am (whimpery; approved))

3. Bottom male character; I won’t turn away male reader smut ☝🏾 especially if it’s dom male reader (bc the lack of femdom). Not trynna be piped down even when it’s male

4. Dom jake sully(booooooriiiiiing(; it’s literally everywhere and I just caaaaant. I want something new and fresh, give me whimpering Jake sully who cries.

5. Dom Neteyam; PU LEEEEAAAAASE. He gives a nigga a side eye one good time and suddenly he deserves to be underneath the daddy kink tag? Stop. Especially if it’s hard dom Neteyam 🤭literally stop he doesn’t give that vibe

6. Dom Aizawa. Service top AT MOST. Maybe I just have a thing of bitching tall sexy masculine men. I think I��m the problem

7. Dom bakugo. Don’t pmo

8. Dom jk(Jungkook) (I was in my kpop era); I honestly don’t know why, I rarely read smut abt real life ppl anymore (I’m growing)

9. Eddie Munson male reader; it was literally everywhere 😭 I could not for the life of me find a fem reader of this man, and if I did it was always dom!eddy and it was never the vibe. (The always somehow wrote him unhygienic????)

10. Harringrove; this ship never clicked to me (bc Billy literally beat the shit out this man and y’all love forcing enemies to lovers on ppl (Neteyam and aonung for example)) and I literally don’t read ship fanfics (yes I’m a x reader only type of gal)

11. Jonathan Bryers male reader; same thing with Eddie. It was everywhere, there was like no fem reader. (Although I didn’t really mind reading it bc of lack of femdom content)

12. Steddie; I wanted to be them so bad, had to block out the negativity

13. Step bro Ethan…. Self explanatory

14. Sub reader; literally everything I stand for 😭

15. Yoonkook (or any type of kpop ship that involves romantic/ sexual relationships): self explanatory. I feel like I would feel weird knowing people write smut abt me and the person I damn near grew up with.

[avocadoguru]

I just wanna say despite that anon who talked about you abandoning the fic… I guess what I want to say is I just don’t want y’all to be discouraged by that. I know they probably didn’t mean any harm. At least I like to hope, give people the benefit of the doubt. I’d like to think maybe they just didn’t understand the tone they were projecting in their ask.

In any case, there are a lot of us who are sitting and waiting patiently like good girls and pups we are, and we know you’re both super busy and have lives and we understand that and want you to take as much time as you need ok?:( don’t let it discourage you is all I’m saying in a really terrible, babbling way (this is why I’m the reader and you guys are the writers).

We’re all so grateful for having anything at all:( this is one of my top 5 stories on here and is def my top werewolf one and I would wait forever and never complain bc I’m just grateful you guys write at all:( hang in there<33333

(@fkinavocado here) awwwww!!! this is so heartwarming and i appreciate you so much hun! ♥️ i myself will finally have time after what has felt like forever and will reach out to see how @gurugirl feels abt hashing out the next chapter. i know she's got way more creative stuff on her plate that i haven't personally even had the time to wrap my head around! but rest assured, we both love this project and even thought it's a long wait that we hadn't planned for, we'll see it through the way it deserves ♥️