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“i wish i was who you drunk texted at midnight”

wc!: 5.2k (i’m sorry i’ve got serious problems 😔)

ollie bearman x reader + childhood friends to ?

warnings: angst asf, heartbreak, swearing, let me know if there are any more!

summary: after moving to Chelmsford you meet ollie, the two of you quickly become friends but unfortunately you fall for Ollie. he moves away for f2 and leaves you, until he’s supposed to race in Jeddah. you fly there only to gain more than what you bargained for

type: angst (cliff hanger ending IM SORRY)

a/n: this is just something I wrote because I was sick in bed the last few days, it’s super long but so hope yall like it! Also i’m sorry if it’s bad lol i am still sick and this is just something i wrote for fun to entertain myself. ALSO no hate to Estelle Ogilvy (is that how i spell her last name) i just used her for the plot of the story please don’t come after me. Also the last speech part is heavily inspired by the scene in Spider man into the spider verse where jeffords talks to miles and says the whole speech (still makes me cry every time). The name is inspired by “drunk text” by Henry Moodie, please give it a listen it’s such a good song, enjoy xxx

They say that you should always be friends with the person you like before you start to fall for them. Well, that’s one thing you could check off the list if you looked back on your friendship with Ollie. The truth was, being in love with your best friend sucked. Friends can break your heart too, something people tend to forget.

6 and 6

The first time you ever met Ollie was in a library. A week prior to that you had moved to a strange town named Chelmsford. A name that 6-year-old you found difficult to pronounce, to be frank everything in the new town sounded different to what you were used to. The people there spoke with such a different accent to what you were used to, it would take you quite a while to get used to it. As you sat in the back of the taxi with your backpack at your feet, you stared out the fogged up window. The sky was a gloomy grey and the landscape seemed to be an endless plain of sad looking meadows.

You couldn’t seem to understand why your parents would choose to move to such a sad looking place, it didn’t make any sense. The taxi soon came to a slow stop, the brakes squealing loudly. You glanced out the window hopefully, rubbing the condensation away with your sleeve. Only to be disappointed to see a boring brick building of some sort. It was an odd combination of white wooden window frames and red bricks, like something out of one of those 1600s movies your Father once showed you. You anxiously looked back to your Mother who was watching you as your Father sorted out something with the taxi driver. Upon seeing your unhappy face your Mother chuckled softly.

“I heard that there’s a library just down the street, maybe sometime this week we could visit it.” she offered. You nodded, slightly content. Reading books was something you enjoyed and maybe with a library being close by, not all was lost.

As it turned out, that boring brick building was your new house.

Despite having to unpack and sort adult-y things out, your Mother took you to the library just as she had promised. As you skipped down the cobbled road, your Mother held a bright yellow umbrella over your head to shield you from the rain that was pouring down from the cloudy grey sky.

You pushed upon the heavy front door to the library which also happened to look like a sad white brick square with a pointy red roof, a depressed mushroom if you will. You halted in your steps as giant wood bookcases rose before you, shelves full of books. Never had you ever seen so many books before. In the corner there was a lady sorting things in a trolley with her back turned to you, she still hadn’t noticed you.

“C’mon, let’s head to the kids section.” your Mother said, taking you by the hand and leading you deeper into the library. Stunned by the amount of books that filled the shelves you couldn’t help but wander off when your Mother told you to stay put while she set up a borrowing card for you.

Luckily, the children’s section of the library was much more pleasant looking than the eerie hallways of adult books. You scanned the shelves in search of something to read, until you came to a stop. Two round brown eyes among the books blinked from the other side of the shelf, scaring you.

It was a boy.

You blinked back, unsure of what to do. So you did what any other 6 year old did when they believed they had found a new friend.

“Do you want to read with me?” you abruptly asked the boy who was still staring at you with wide eyes. A moment of silence passed before he nodded slowly, the boy rounded the corner. He wasn’t much taller than you with chocolate brown hair and small freckles that spilled over his face like tiny stars. He stuck out his hand, “I’m Oliver. But my friends call me Ollie.” he greeted, a smile taking over his face. His voice sounded odd, like the taxi driver who’d driven you from the airport to your new house. Ollie reminded you of a rabbit with his two front teeth that seemed to take up over half of his face, but you didn’t say anything because your Mother told you that saying things like that wasn’t nice.

You took his hand cautiously in yours, “I’m Y/N.” you replied slowly. He enthusiastically shook your hand, taking you by surprise as he led you to sit down on the bright coloured bean bags. You watched curiously as he picked a book off the shelf before plopping down next to you again. You peered over as he opened the book to the first page, you frowned, not recognising the book.

“It’s a book called Where’s Wally (Where’s Waldo if you’re American). You have to find the characters, there’s Wally, Wenda, the wizard guy and Woof - that’s the dog.” Ollie explained to you, pointing to each character on the page. The initial nervousness of meeting another kid, melting away. You began to feel excited as you nodded along while Ollie continued to explain how to play. The two of you spent the next hour doing all sorts of things, talking about favourite colours, favourite animals, reading books, drawing, playing board games together. Both getting along so easily it was as if you guys had known each other forever. That was until you heard your Mother calling your name to go home.

You stood up, looking down at Ollie who was still seated on a yellow bean bag. He blinked up at you, with those big brown eyes that had scared you only an hour earlier. “I have to go home now.” you told him, a wave of sadness passing between the two of you as you both realised your fun had come to an end.

“That’s okay, maybe I’ll see you at school.” he suggested hopefully upon seeing your downcast face. You broke into a smile, “Okay, bye Ollie.” you waved slowly as you began to walk away. Ollie waved back with a giant grin on his face as he watched you disappear behind the wooden bookshelves.

“Hey Mom!” you called out to your Mother as she came into view, she was chatting with the lady who you’d seen at the desk sorting books. She paused and turned to you, “Hey, I was just talking to the librarian, she was saying about how she has a son who hangs out here while she works on the weekend.”

Putting two and two together you realised that the book lady was Ollie’s Mother. You smiled at the lady, “I was playing with Ollie, we were reading that one book, ‘Where’s . . .” You trailed off, racking your brain for the name of the book he’d shown you.

“Where’s Wally?” the librarian offered, she nodded fondly. “That’s his favourite book.” You grinned up at the lady, looking back in the direction where you’d been playing with Ollie.

“Mom, am I going to the school as Ollie?” you asked, looking up at your Mother. She chuckled softly before nodding, “As a matter of fact, you are.”

Those golden words were what made you unbelievably excited to begin at your new school. You had barely been able to sleep with the thought of seeing your new friend again, so on that Monday morning you bounded down the stairs to the kitchen. “Good morning!” you greeted both your parents, taking a seat at the dining table, legs swinging off the chair impatiently.

“Someone’s excited for their first day of school.” your Mother hummed as she set a plate of pancakes in front of you. You nodded, “I get to see my new friend.” you replied as you stuffed your mouth with your breakfast.

You were basically pulling your Mother through the front gates as you scanned the sea of other children in the same uniform as you. The uniform also happened to be grey, it complimented the terrible weather perfectly. Your eyes fell onto the brown haired-freckled boy from two days earlier, you ran up to him, “Hi Ollie.” you smiled. A giant grin took over the boy’s face, “Y/N!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Where one of you went, the other followed right behind, Ollie helped you adjust to your new school, showing you around and never leaving you by yourself. As the years passed the two of you only became closer, though you would soon find out that that wasn’t the greatest thing.

13 and 13

As the two of you grew into teenagers, things began to change and not always for the better. Ollie and you still remained close friends, having dinner at one another’s house on Friday’s, walking home together after school and occasionally spending afternoons playing Mario Kart with Ollie’s siblings. Your families were also extremely close now courtesy to both you and Ollie, his younger siblings becoming like your own. But the worst thing?

You’d caught feelings for Ollie, it had been so sudden almost like it had crept up on you, taking you by surprise. You didn’t understand. It felt so wrong.

One day out of the blue it hit you like a pile of bricks, you just couldn’t stop staring at him. Absolutely enchanted by him, his chocolate brown hair, those pretty freckles that you’d memorised on his face.

Ollie was like a brother to you, he was your best friend, so how come you felt these things for him?

To make matters even worse for little 13 year old you, Ollie liked another girl. A girl who absolutely hated your guts.

What had you done to her? You didn’t know.

You and Ollie had been having a sleepover when he told you about her, her name was Estelle Ogilvy. She was gorgeous and untouchable, by far the prettiest girl you’d ever seen. You didn’t hold a candle to her and you knew it too. Ollie had been hopelessly in love with her since the start of high school when he shared science and maths class with her. Time and time again he would ramble on about her to you, completely oblivious to your feelings for him. You could only nod along wishing it was you who he was talking about. That’s just how it was, you were stuck in a bubble of unrequited love. So all you could do now was watch from afar as Ollie ran after a girl who you just knew would never like him as much as he liked her.

15 and 15

Ollie’s karting career really took off in the last few years and you couldn’t have been prouder, those feelings for him still lingered around but you’d come to terms that he’d never like you in the same way. Because there he was, still stuck on chasing Estelle. You couldn’t blame him, and maybe that’s what you were always just supposed to be, friends.

Yet you were jealous, something you refused to admit. Jealous of Estelle because oh how you wished to be talked about so fondly by Ollie. To always be on his mind, to be the girl he liked and would never shut up about. You still didn’t understand why you felt this way, in your mind it made absolutely zero sense. Then why did it feel so right when you were by his side, almost like you belonged there next to him? But Ollie being Ollie could just never get a hint whenever you tried to subtly let him know. It sucked because there’s nothing worse than loving someone who’ll never love you the same way.

18 and 18

It got worse as the years passed, your feelings for your best friend would just not go away. No matter how hard you tried, how hard you tried to find another boy to fawn over, your gaze would always fall back on Ollie. But he was dating Estelle now, he was in Formula 2 now. It almost seemed like an eternity ago when you first met him in the library just down your street. An eternity ago when you would attend his karting races, cheering the loudest for him in the stands. All of that was now in the past. You barely even saw him now that he had dropped out of school to pursue his career in Formula 2. Now all you could do now was watch from a distance as he looked the happiest you’d seen him in ages.

He was spectacular at what he did, you would watch him race on TV every week no matter what hour the race was or even if you had school the next day.

Yet inside of you there was a giant hole, a hole that Ollie had left behind when he abandoned you. Abandoned was a bit of a stretch but it was the only word you could use to sum up what you had felt when he left. Ollie had to move to Italy for his career, news that he hadn’t even told you in person, you had to hear it from his Mother. He’d taken your hands in his at the airport as he waited to board his plane and promised you he’d stay in touch, that he’d call every week but here you were with the last time you’d spoken to him being over a month ago.

You refused to be the first one to reach out to him, you felt like he owed you that much effort at least. So you waited . . . and waited only for the world to keep spinning while you were stuck in the past. That was until you finally realised that you had never meant as much to Ollie as he had to you.

19 and 19 - present day

“Y/N! WAKE UP OR YOU’LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!” your Mother’s voice echoed up to your bedroom, rattling the glass in the window frames. You groaned as you groggily sat up, pulling open the curtains only to be greeted with dark overcast weather, rain pouring down outside. You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you dragged yourself out of bed. It was your second year of university studying mechanical engineering at the biggest university in Chelmsford. It proved to be difficult with its endless nights of staying up doing work but you knew it would be worth it in the end.

Your university never failed to confuse you and make you late for class with all of its giant identical hallways. You ran down the corridors, heels clacking on the marble floor until you came to a stop at the door to where your lecture was for that day. Slipping through the door you weaved through the seats of the auditorium to find an empty seat. Luckily for you, your friend Bianca saved a seat for you.

“Thanks.” you whispered only to be shot dirty glares by the students around you. You winced as you looked ahead at the teacher in an attempt to catch on what he was droning on about. Bianca gently nudged you, passing her phone to you. You frowned, eyebrows knitted as you looked down at the screen. A notice on Ferrari's official instagram with Ollie’s face plastered above the words “Oliver Bearman to race in Jeddah this weekend for Carlos Sainz.”

You narrowed your eyes and huffed, passing the phone back to Bianca who smiled nervously. “What was the point of that?” you whispered, leaning closer to her. Bianca sighed, “You’re not fooling anyone, I know you still have unresolved feelings for him.” she whispered back only to get a loud shushing sound from a nearby student.

Bianca shot them a glare before turning back to you, “You have to go, I don’t care what you say. You are going. This is his Formula 1 debut, whether you’re still friends with him or not you’ve got to be there for him.” she whispered-shouted, looking at you sternly. You sighed, leaning back into your chair, shaking your head.

“It’s not the same anymore. He’s clearly forgotten about me, the last time we spoke was last year and he’s been back home 4 times in the last 12 months.”

Silence hung in the air, only the voice of the teacher rambling on and on about something you still hadn’t caught on about.

“That Estelle girl, she’s clearly using him. You were his best friend, surely that means something to you both.” Bianca tried again but it wasn’t any use. There was no purpose in bringing up something that you both had clearly tried so hard to forget about.

So then why were you here booking a flight to Jeddah to watch your old best friend debut in Formula 1?

It was something you couldn’t answer and didn’t want to.

The thing that you hated the most is that you didn’t even think twice before booking those tickets.

How could you care so much about a person who had so blatantly forgotten about you?

Deep down you knew the answer, it was because to you Ollie was like your home. He was the first person to make you feel like you actually belonged somewhere, he never abandoned you to eat lunch alone at school, he never cancelled plans once you made them, he was a good person, a good friend.

Or at least he was.

Were you insane? The answer was yes, yes you were insane. Being here was so crazy; it nearly made you want to turn around and jump on the next flight back home. You were standing in line to go through the gates when you heard someone call your name. You secretly hoped it was Ollie but much to your disappointment it was . . . Arthur?

Ollie had introduced you to Arthur back when they had raced in Formula 3 together. You hadn’t seen him in forever.

“Arthur?” you questioned as he pulled you into a hug, you hugged him back before pulling away, still unable to believe it was him.

“I was about to ask what you’re doing here but that would be dumb.” you confessed, only noticing now the massive crowd that was surrounding the two of you. Arthur chuckled before nodding in the direction of the gate, “C’mon, I can get you in, you’ll be my guest.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” you began but Arthur was already pushing you through the gates. Walking back onto a race track was like taking a breath of fresh air after being in a car for a long time. You used to accompany Ollie to all of his karting races each weekend in Chelmsford, so being in the stands had become like a second home to you.

“Are you here for Ollie?” Arthur asked as you walked in the direction of the motorhomes. You caught yourself before you could answer too irrationally, “No, I’m just here to watch the race.” you shrugged, realising how dumb that sounded as soon as it left your mouth. No good person would fly all the way to Saudi Arabia to watch a race if there was a Grand Prix in their own country. If you wanted to “just watch a race” you could’ve watched it on TV or gone to the Silverstone GP. Arthur only hummed, you knew he had already caught on, it was so obvious it made you want to dig a hole and jump in.

“Anyways,” you quickly said, eager to move onto a different topic.

“Anyways.” Arthur agreed, looking at you, eyebrows raised. “You can’t fool me, I’ve known it since the moment I met you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “What am I going to say to him?” you asked, looking to Arthur for help. He shrugged, “No clue but you might want to think of something quickly because he’s walking over right now.”

“Y/N?”

You blinked as you came face to face with the person you wanted to see so badly for the last year and now that you were here facing him it felt like all the air in you had gotten sucked right out. He looked the same since the last time you saw him. In the last year you wanted to hate Ollie so much but it was impossible because you still loved him and that was the big terrible truth that you refused to admit.

“Hi. Ollie.” you said, to not let the jumble of words that you’ve kept in since the last time you saw him spill out. Arthur sent you a quick salute, “Gotta go, I’ll see you afterwards, Y/N.” and with that he left you with Ollie in silence.

“What are you doing here?” Ollie finally asked, he was acting so . . . so normal. As if nothing had changed between the two of you.

“I’m here because I’m your number 1 fan, remember?” you scoffed, looking up at him. A reminder of the time when you were both 10, Ollie gifted you a t-shirt at Christman with the words: “Ollie’s No.1 fan.” plastered on it for you to wear to his karting races. It was sure to be buried deep in your wardrobe somewhere.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah you are.” guilt written all over his face.

“Why’d you leave me then? Tell me the truth, did I do something wrong? Was I too normal for you?” you asked, questions pouring out of you.

“We were best friends, how could you just leave me like that? Do I mean nothing to you? Because you were everything to me, my best friend, the first person who made me feel like I actually mattered to someone, so tell me, why did you abandon me?”

Silence hung in the air as you stared up at Ollie. You wanted answers, perhaps it would be the only thing that would let you move on from him. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. This was so. . . so unfair. You wanted to yell, scream at him even so he could feel even a fraction of the pain you’d felt in the past year.

“So that’s it? You don’t even have an explanation?” you asked him, your voice shaking with anger it made your throat ache as you blinked back tears.

“I waited and waited for you to call me, to even send a message but that was a mistake. You’ll never love me in the same way that I love you.”

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, Ollie finally meeting your eyes as the three simple words left your lips.

You’ll never love me in the same way that I love you.

The world stopped like everything had been put on pause as you realised your mistake. You felt like you’d gotten hit on the head with a cricket bat.

“I have to go.” is all that left your mouth as you turned around. The ground was moving like a spinning wheel - a blurry mess of colours. It made you sick to your stomach as you walked away, your cheeks flushed hot and your forehead sticky with sweat. Ollie didn’t even call out for you, nor run after you for an explanation because it was so blatantly clear what you’d just confessed to him.

You wished you could hate him, hate the fact that he’d left you, forgotten you like an old stuffed toy, you hated that he didn’t love you.

You sat on the curb, clutching your knees outside of the entrance to the racetrack wallowing in self-pity. Wiping away tears that just kept falling down your face much to your distaste. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the buildings, the sky now a deep shade of orange. You stared at your feet, it was dumb, you should’ve known that coming here to Jeddah was a mistake. Ollie had moved on, something that you hadn’t done in the last year. You felt so stupid, why did you believe you could repair your friendship?

Why did you-

“Excuse me?” a voice interrupted your train of thought, you quickly wiped your tears and looked up to see Arthur standing beside you, a pitiful smile on his face. You looked away, “What do you want?” you grumbled, folding your arms across your chest bitterly. Arthur sat down beside you, watching you closely as you stared at the trees in the distance. He sighed, “The race is about to start and Ollie’s not coming out of his driver room. Estelle said she’d be here but she’s not and he’s locked himself in.”

The words hung heavy in the air, “And what does that have to do with me?” you asked flatly. You knew exactly what he meant. But you weren’t going to do that, you were done with Ollie and everything to do with him.

“You know exactly what it has to do with you. Did you really think Ollie forgot about you that easily? You’re dumber than I thought.” he quipped unhelpfully.

“Thanks,” you muttered miserably, Arthur winced.

“What I meant is that you can’t give up this easily, you and I both know how stupid Ollie can be sometimes.”

You chuckled softly, letting a tiny smile creep onto your face. Arthur wasn’t wrong. When you and Ollie were both 8 you invited him over for Easter to make coloured eggs. It resulted in 20 cracked eggs on the kitchen tiles when Ollie accidentally knocked them off the bench. The two of you had stared at the mess on the ground before bursting out laughing until you were both in tears. It was safe to say that you both spent the next 2 hours scrubbing the tiles and the yolk that had stained the grout in between them.

“Yeah.” you said softly, looking at the sun that had been swallowed by the top of the palm trees, the stars in the sky beginning to appear as you sat in the light underneath a lamp post.

“So?”

“Okay, I’ll get him out of the room but after that I’m out of here. I want to go home.”

Arthur gave you a quick thumbs up as you raised your hand to knock gently on the door to the driver’s room. There wasn’t a reply, only dead silence and that’s when you heard it, crying from inside the room. 6-year-old you would’ve kicked down the door and done anything to get to your best friend. But here you stood outside the room, sending hopeless glances at Arthur who was standing behind you.

“Ollie?” you called out hesitantly, the crying halted and there was another long moment of silence. You pressed your ear up against the door, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah?” his shaky voice replied, you breathed a sigh of relief. You turned around, beckoning Arthur to leave you both, he only nodded, mouthing ‘OK’ as he slipped down the hallway. Turning back to the driver’s room you took a deep breath in, you didn’t want to go in. You didn’t think you could face him after what happened earlier.

“You came,” he said as your hand rested on the handle of the door but there was resistance, it was still locked.

“Of course, are you okay?” you asked, immediately regretting asking as soon as it left your mouth. You cursed yourself silently as you awaited Ollie’s answer. Soft sniffles came from the other side of the door, “Yeah.” he finally replied quietly but loud enough for you to hear from the other side of the door.

What were you supposed to say to get him out of the driver’s room?

“Everyone’s waiting for you, you can’t stay in there forever.” you gently reminded him, sighing as you sat down, back leaning up against the door. There was another long moment of silence as you rested your head on the door, stretching your legs out for comfort.

“I don’t think I can do it.” he said, taking you by surprise. The Ollie you’d known wasn’t afraid of anything, he was confident in almost everything he did, almost it seemed.

“Oliver, you’re being crazy. You are by far the most talented driver I’ve ever seen.” you told him, staring at the roof of the building as you heard a sigh from the other side of the door. “You’re just saying that because you’re my girlfriend, Estelle.”

You froze as if you’d just been stabbed by icicles, Ollie thought you were Estelle.

Of course. He’d been expecting her, Arthur had told you before. You scoffed to yourself quietly, you would’ve stood up and left if it wasn’t the fact that you were here to get Ollie out of the driver’s room he had oh so nicely locked himself in. You let out a soft sigh as you racked your brain for what you should say to him.

“I’m not. It’s the truth, Ollie.” you told him with a heavy heart, feeling as if you were just setting yourself up to get your heart broken all over again. You took a deep breath in, “You are such an amazing driver it’s literally insane, not only that but you’re by far the kindest, most selfless person I know. It’s crazy that you think you can’t do this, because I know that you can. Ferrari chose you to drive for them for a reason, they know what you’re capable of, everyone else does too. I see you and you’re extraordinary, you have this spark inside you that’s amazing. And . . . maybe that’s the reason why I love you. I always have, and when I had the chance I should’ve told you but I didn’t because your friendship has always meant more to me than my own feelings.” you let out a shaky breath.

“You’re a good person, Ollie. You’ve earned a chance to show the world just how great and insanely talented you are, are you really going to throw it away?”

You blinked back tears, who knew you could get so emotional after giving such a life changing speech?

You rubbed your eyes and cleared your throat, letting out a deep sigh. It was time to leave now, Ollie would have realised by now that it was you who was speaking to him and not Estelle. As you began to get up, leaning against the door for support you heard a click!

Oh shit, was the only thought that went through your mind as you lost your footing and fell backwards, the door frame offering you no help at all as you grasped at it helplessly. You stared up at Ollie as you laid at his feet, a million thoughts racing through your mind. He was in his fireproofs with his race suit tied around his waist as he looked down at you, eyebrows knitted. There were tear stains on his flushed cheeks as he stared at you with those wide brown eyes you’d seen among the books all those years ago.

“Y/N?”

a/n: sorry if it was so quick and rushed i just wanted to post something! Thank you if you got the end, ik it was super long for no reason, so thank you! Please let me know what you think, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you and have an amazing day xx

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stevebabey · 8 months

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a piece that alas, will never get finished 😔 the bath fic that was once discussed, half written, and left to rot in my tumblr drafts. i hope u can read the seeds i was planting and see the vision i had even if i never could write it <3

Hot water is, indisputably, a luxury in the Munson household.

Far as Eddie knows, the same goes for the whole damn world.

Hot water is something sacred. Something to be used scarcely, lest you drain the tank and have only cold water to wash your plates and yourself in for the rest of the week.

It's not the worst, but, well, then again Eddie can think of few things worst than needing a shower during the colder winter months when the water splutters out lukewarm and the cold trickles in right when he's in the middle of washing his hair. It sucks. Always sends him to bed with the shivers.

Hell, sometimes he'd even do the mile at school just for a chance to get in the showers first — dashing in for the free hot water that only lasted a good couple minutes.

It was worth it though, Eddie thought.

Both the exercise and the sneers, in exchange for getting to be truly warm for the first time since he'd gotten out of bed that day. Warm showers will do that to you though.

Eddie's heard stories of places, of faraway like Hawaii or somewhere, where it gets so warm that when it rains, the water sometimes rains down already warm. Like a great big shower for the whole place.

He reckons if that ever happened here in the middle of nowhere Indiana, he'd be out dancing in the streets in the warm rain. Soaking it all in. Taking not a single drop for granted.

Steve's house, as Eddie has discovered, has more than one shower — because it's got multiple bathrooms.

In the time he's been hunkered down there, his sides patched up roughly and healing at what feels like a snails pace, Eddie has taken to exploring the empty halls of the Harrington House.

It's... enormous. Gargantuan. Fucking massive.

There's rooms with doors that never open. Rooms that Eddie's never even seen Steve go near. Endless doors and cupboards and an upstairs and downstairs, and far too many garages for one just couple and their son.

Eddie explores them all.

It stems from his boredom, of course, because patient isn’t one of the words used to describe Eddie Munson but restless certainly is.

He wanders aimlessly, under the guise that he needs to keep using the muscles in his legs while he heals up but truthfully, he loves a good snoop.

Soon enough, the driving force of his wandering transforms from boredom to… curiosity.

Steve Harrington has always been an enigma to Eddie.

Upholder of conventional standards and the heterosexual gaze turned, well, loser, in the manner of a couple months- it was jarring to say the least.

Especially to the likes of people like Eddie, for whom he had represented everything wrong with small town Hawkins. Rich meathead jocks who pay their way through school.

Eddie always figured he’d had a fucking mansion of a house but this place… it’s unsettling, seeing so much space, so unlived in.

It’s even more unnerving how Steve just… doesn’t take up space.

Even in his own home. Steve’s bedroom doesn’t sprawl out, it’s not packed with possessions and hobbies like Eddie knows his own is. His wallpaper matches his sheets, picked out by someone who clearly doesn’t know Steve.

Everything is tidy because Steve seems to have this neatness ingrained deep within him. He putters around, on auto pilot sometimes, to keep the space clean for parents who don’t seem to come home.

When Steve's out at work and it's just Eddie, wandering aimlessly to keep the strength in his legs, the loneliness of the place yawns down the halls. Consuming. Suffocating.

He’s found himself eagerly awaiting Steve's arrival home from work, if only to hear someone else's voice other than his own.

Today, Eddie's searching has lead him here— into the master bedroom’s ensuite and they have a goddamn fuckin’ bathtub.

It’s a proper fancy type one with clawed bronze feet and a wide lip, made of sparkling clean marble. The type he might describe for that is a King in a campaign, just to be on the nose about how wealthy and greedy this character was.

He’s so transfixed on it that he doesn’t even hear Steve jimmying his keys into the lock, coming home.

It isn’t until— “Eddie?”

Eddie jumps, startled, as Steve’s hand touches on his shoulder lightly. His goal to not scare the other boy doesn’t go as intended, considering how much Eddie flinches but the moment he turns his head, his face is relaxing.

“Fuck, dude,” He breathes a sigh of relief, lips quirking into a smile. “Didn’t hear you come up.”

Steve shrugs a bit and scratches behind his ear, a bit awkwardly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eddie nods, but his gaze has already shifted back to the tub before them. Steve follows his gaze easily, an easy chuckle passing his lips.

“I see you found the bath.”

“Yeah…” Eddie says, sounding a bit breathless, his voice distant. Steve glances over, trying to understand the strange emotion toying on Eddie’s features. It’s just a bath. Steve hasn’t even been allowed to use it before, sure, but he likes his own shower just fine.

“It was such a bitch to get it in when they first got it,” Steve explains, folding his arms across his chest as he recalls the memory.

He points his finger behind him to the doorway without moving his arm. “Knocked down a whole wall ‘cos they couldn’t get it to through the doorway. To be honest, I’ve always thought it was kind of ugly.”

He’s waiting for Eddie to say something. For the joke, for the sneering comment on his parent’s fortune, for any lippy spiel that usually gets under Steve’s skin in the best way. The longer Eddie stays quiet, the more it begins to worry Steve.

It’s as though Eddie hasn’t even heard him.

Steve clears his throat and tries again, his tone light and delivered with a chuckle. “Man, you’d think you’ve never seen a bath before.”

Eddie’s head snaps toward Steve. He finally breaks his trance, regrettably just to snap at Steve. “I have, thank you very much.”

Steve feels a bit of embarrassment bloom over his cheeks, wanting to backtrack on his poor joke instantly but before he can open his mouth Eddie is already softening, hackles falling. His eyes are back on the bath.

“Just… haven’t even taken one.” He admits softly.

Steve doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what’s going through Eddie’s mind — can’t come close to understanding what forlorn nostalgia is tugging at Eddie’s gut.

“Not really, I don’t think.” He continues. He pauses to think, head tilting back just a bit. “When I was really little, maybe. Little enough to fit in the sink or— or something.”

Eddie seems to realise he’s letting whatever thoughts he’s having drift out of his mouth and promptly snaps his jaw shut, teeth clacking as he does. He doesn’t look at Steve, doesn’t want to see the pity or the sympathy or the—

“Anyways,” Eddie huffs a breath, turning to leave his newfound discovery on the exploration of the Harrington House.

When—

“Do you want to?” Steve asks suddenly. His voice is sincere. “Take one?”

Eddie blinks. Wonders if it’s a joke, that it’s being offered out just so it can snatched away and Steve can laugh at how desperate Eddie is to actually be given this. He has to hastily remind himself that Steve wouldn’t do that to him.

There’s no containing the excitement rushing in his voice when Eddie spits out, “Can I?”

Steve chuckles, an easy smile at the other’s eagerness.

It’s easy to overrun the instinct that’s ingrained deep, not to cross the little rules his parents have scattered through the house — easy because he’s doing it more and more with Eddie here.

They’d eaten off his mom’s expensive and untouched china on the first night Eddie had managed to get up and about to eat downstairs, instead of tucked in bed.

He’d been so keen to help, proclaiming that he’d set the table for the both of them— too excited to be up and moving to remember that he and Steve weren’t usually as buddy-buddy as they were acting.

Steve had soaked in it greedily. Warm brown eyes, saccharine smile, he’s found that Eddie sort of glows when he’s happy. And that giving him good food is one of the ways to stir up that happiness.

But even then, Steve had paused seeing the plates in Eddie’s hands, an instant stone in his throat because he isn’t allowed to use those ones.

Sputtering through a sentence, Steve swallowed the stone and skipped over the rule he’d never broken before. It was worth it for the smile on Eddie’s face.

Just like it’s worth it now. Seeing the awed smile on his face, already a little jittery at the thought of a bath… Steve’s embarrassed to find he can’t really say no to him.

He keeps that to himself though, because if Eddie knew that he’d be batting his eyelashes and making every demand known to Earth. But then again, that didn’t sound so bad either.

Christ, Steve thinks to himself. He’s so screwed.

#gay ppl in my phone…. today i let u down #by leaving you hanging #it’s a fill in the blank story ! u can choose how it ends !#mwah mwah mwah #ruby writes steddie #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #uhhhhh i think that’s all #enjoy?

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8igiron · 5 months

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an ode to the end.

on one hand, house was rightous in his anger. he felt the most steadfast person who had ever entered his life was now choosing to leave, which was a reoccurring theme for every other relationships in his life (his father, stacy, cuddy, etc). wilson was supposed to be the exception, but he was actively choosing less time with house. and that hurt house beyond anything else that had happened to him before. of course he wanted wilson to stay, to choose the rougher path. he'd be in pain, and it would suck, but they would be together. there was a chance for MORE. and house was angry that wilson was choosing no treatment. he felt it was the weaker option. house screams "life is pain! I wake up everyday and im in pain!" he kicks and claws and bats at the notion that life isnt worth living just because it's hard. and then he scrapes "do you know how many times i've thought about ending it?" house has faught this battle, fights it everyday. but "how many times have i wanted to be left alone, and you [wilson] made yourself a nuisance?" house stuck around because of wilson. perhaps not solely, but he was definitely a significant part. so house demanding, conning, pleading, begging for wilson to fight - to stay, just a little longer - only makes sense. house doesn't understand why he isn't worth sticking around for to wilson.

on the other hand, wilson's whole life has been lived in by others. most every decision he has made has been for someone else. when things go wrong he blames himself. he blames himself for danny's disappearance, for amber's death, for house's behavior and the severity of his addiction. he blames himself for the loss of every single one of his patients, and he memorializes that sorrow and regret in his office, directly in sight so he can never forget. but then he's diagnosed, and he cant make sense of it. "why me?" he bitters. "i wish i'd been more like you [house] so then i'd feel like i deserve it." and it sucks! "Of course i dont wanna die!" but now wilson has one final choice. he can be passive in his life once more, waiting patiently until the train reaches its final stop, or he can assume what he claims is dignity. he can stand on his own two feet, making a choice thats about him, and him alone. it is in this last act of his life that wilson is finally able to say "i did something for ME." how cruel for his most personal decision to be his doom. how beautiful for that decision to be his most consequential one.

so, really, they are both right. like always, one will bow, the other will break. this time, though, house yields. there's a clock looming over them now. "how do we start?" they’ve got one more chance to get them right. (i sure hope nothing bad happens immediately after this that would keep them from being together)

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ANYWAY edit! been slightly more active in regards to posting my own stuff on here in the last few days and I figured I’d continue. Lmk if you wanna be house mutuals! I’d love to talk!! I edit, draw, and write, but I mostly just like to scream about them 😔💔

#hilson #gregory house #james wilson #hate crimes md #house md #edit #don’t they just make you ill #I tried to upload an edit on here once and it got silenced so ig we’ll see how this one goes over #this one got muted on tiktok last night :((#LIKE I THIUGH UMG AND TIKTOK HAD AN AGREEMENT AGAIN ???#DOES THAT JUST DISQUALIFY EDITORS #PISSED ME TF OFF #ugh whateva im chill #anyway these fuckass dweebs idk

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Hiiii can you do smut with Dominik as the sub and the R the Dom can you do where when Rhea said you’ve done it now but instead of Rhea it’s the R and he takes Dom out of the room after she says that and leaves everybody else in the room and take Dom to a empty dressing room and gives him and punishment for not telling them and can the punishment be he gets denied orgasm and when the R lets him she overstimulates him by making him orgasm 5 times but each time it’s a different position and after they come back and they were gone for a while and everyone was like where were you guys and the R just says no where and tells everybody to leave so they can cuddle and take a nap and later Finn Damien and jd comeback to them cuddling and sleeping

Communicate or ...

AN: You a freak bby 😛 your gonna be ❤‍🔥anon now. Also…I did what I could 😔

You had told Dominik 2 times before that communication was the most important thing when it came to making decisions. But he is continuously choosing not to listen, and doing things his own way. When Damian sent him back to you; the punishment was already thought of. "You've done it now", you muttered and pulled Dominik by his bicep and out of the room. His friends were calling after him, but after a sharp look from you and a helpless look from Dominik, they quieted down. As you were pulling him along Dominik was already muttering his spew of apologies, wanting to go back and have you forget it ever happened. You both go into an empty dressing room; locking it behind you both. He bites his lip, "Mami I said I'm sorry", he apologized yet he is already taking off his clothes like he knew he was supposed to do. Part of you knows he likes being punished more than he lets on. You walked over to him and pushed him to sit down on a chair in only your bra and underwear. "This won't take long", you assure him but Dominik takes it as you teasing him for how long he lasts.

You waste no time on foreplay, there's no need to when Dominik gets hard at the mere idea of being punished. His cock was hard and against his stomach waiting to be touched. The closer your lips got to his cock the quicker Dominik's breathing got. You put your hands on him, only to put your lips a few centimeters away. If Dominik didn't know any better he'd shove your head down on his cock until you were drooling. But he deserved his punishment like you deserved the fun of giving it to him. You spit on his cock and watch the way it dribbles down; Dominik squirms in his seat and huffs. He has always been impatient. You blew a cold breath on his cock with a laugh when Dominik whined and shut his eyes tightly. "Please", he grunted and gripped the sides of the chair.

Dominik's punishment wasn't close to being done, but you were going to enjoy yourself if it was the last thing you'd do. So you got up off your knees and pulled a chair right in front of him to sit back in. Dominik opened his eyes at the commotion and gave you a sweet confused look. You leaned back and pulled your panties off, throwing them at Dominik. "What are you doing?", he rasped but the sight of your soaked pussy already had his cock twitching in desire. Your hands slowly but surely moved down between your parted legs, and you ran your fingers through your soaked arousal. Dominik was staring with a clenched jaw and frustration laced in his expression. "Hand's behind your back", you command him, not moving your fingers until he obeys. Then at the sight of him sitting still and being obedient, you sunk your fingers inside of yourself. Sighing and sucking in a sharp breath and the familiar sensation. Your other hand roamed your body, teasing Dominik that you could touch what he couldn't. Each lingering and quick touch made your stomach churn in pleasure and your pussy clench with every groan Dominik made in defiance.

Then when the sensation came you pulled your fingers out and spread your legs to let Dominik see the gush of your pussy. Noticeabally he has gotten tenser and every groaned sounder closer to the ones he made when he was close to cumming. Though when you came down from your high and spread yourself open for him Dominik's hips stuttered up, shivering as spurts of cum hit his stomach. You stood up with the sticky feeling between your legs, but you straddled Dominik none the less. You coo at him and run both hands down his toned chest. "Just watching made you cum? Needy today?", you asked him and kissed his collar bone. He nodded and swallowed down his quivering reply. Dominik was still coming down and his breathes were coming out in short exhales. This was the perfect time for the real punishment. You grabbed him by the base of the cock and heaved at the feeling.

You lined him up to yourself and sunk down onto him in one fluid motion. Dominik's head feel forward onto your shoulder, you could hear his sinful pleas "Don't move, please baby it's too soon". You ignore his pleas and start knowingly grinding your hips down onto his hardening cock. You work him erratically, enjoying the way he was attempting to grab your hips and keep you still on him. "Mami if you don't slow down I'll cum", he jolts and nussles into the side of your neck trying to relax at the overstimulating feeling. But in truth the amount of pants and groans slipping past his lips were sinful. Being inside of you so soon after he already came untouched was on the verge of both perfect and painful. Another merclisless roll of your hips on Dominik nearly has his eyes rolling back and his cum spilling into you deeply. "mmh f-fuck please", he cried out; his hands have a harsh grip on the sides of your hips and he looked blissed out all ready.

You peer at him and hold his face in both of your hands to get him to look at you, "Good?" you check-in. He hummed but managed a small raspy 'yes'. You stay still on his cock for 2 minutes, though that wasn't close to long enough. You move off of him and Dominik gasped at the sensation of slipping out of you. He was hoping that was the last of his punishment. But by the way you were sitting on the new carpet, waiting for him to join you; he was exhausted by the looks of it. Regardless Dominik sat in front of you with his legs straight out. You smile at his good behavior and you find your self facing him, with one leg over each of his. You moved his hands to hold onto you, and once again you moved his cock inside of you with grace and coordination.

You find yourself with one hand holding yourself behind your back, and it only aids the bounces on his cock. The stimulation for Dominik was so intense he felt like he was going to cry and beg you to stop using his cock. He was worn out and his cock was aching with overstimulation. So the second you bounced on his cock he cried out so loud you slapped a hand over his mouth. He was shaking his head but his hips were subconsciously rutting into your cunt like he was in some type of frenzy. When he finally quieted down a bit you removed his hand only to hear him begin begging you, "Mami, mami, it hurts, aah ahh b-baby". Dominik sucks in a breath and his body is going through spasms the more you move. "Can't fucking stop huh?", he stutters in an attempt to tease you but really he's hoping it will get you to slow down. But you ignore him and continue to ride him, enjoying the way tears are gathering in his eyes and he way can no longer sit up. He is now laid back on the floor, trying to find something to clutch onto while his muscles tense and he comes undone for the 3rd time.

You lean down still seated on his cock to press a sloppy kiss on his bitten lips. "One more", you whisper and Dominik instantly tries to wriggle away. You try again, "One more for me? It's not fair I only got to cum once, you can do it right?". Dominik already felt so fucked out and he was sure he learned his lesson, but if you wanted him and needed it he wouldn't tell you no. He swallowed down his whine of protest and nodded with shut eyes. You keep him lying down with one knee up. You got off his cock; only to turn around and have it slide in you. Dominik basically punches the floor with his hand and a tear slides down his cheek.

You grind on his leg and your swollen clit gets all the friction it was missing in the earlier positions. Meanwhile, Dominik's cock is barely inside of you and the most sensitive part is getting all the feeling. You clench and pulse around his cock and Dominik can only let his body take course. His eyes roll back and he is a sputtering crying mess. You can't stop now that you are close. From changing positions and holding yourself back from cumming, being in this position only made the squeezing pleasurable feeling in your abdomen tighten. While Dominik was going through so many emotions at the same time, it felt so good it fucking hurt. And he would only whine out his words, "Fuck...just- don't stop. That feels so good Princess, keep going", he chokes out when your hips get tired and you groan in protest of your own body. Dominik grabs your hips and sits up just enough to keep you grinding and bouncing down on him even though his mouth is cussing his actions. "Don't stop now that you're close", your head falls forward in bliss, "I can tell you like making me desperate for you baby, every time I begged I felt your pretty pussy flutter around me". You gasp out a sharp moan and waves of pleasure and intensity wash over you.

When you finally stop both you and Dominik collapse. He lays back on the floor with a sweaty face and you lean forward against his knee. Not daring to move until you both calmed down. 5 minutes later you slipped off of him and Dominik sputtered, "f-fuck". His cock was used and surely sore from how much you worked him over. You both cleaned up and shared many kisses. Then after getting dressed and walking back into The Judgment Day dressing room, they all looked at you crazy. "Where have ya been?", Finn hollers and throws his hands up. You shrug and cling onto Dominik's arm, "Nowhere".

Dominik speaks up, "I'm going to communicate from now on guys, sorry", he mumbled a bit embarrassed he had to apologize. Everyone looked confused and surprised at the change. But you looked proud to put it lightly. You patted Dominik's arm and gave him a quick kiss. "We're gonna take a nap", you announced and looked around. Everyone managed to get the hint that it was time to leave. They all walked out but not without giving odd glances to you both. When the door clicked closed Dominik rushed over to the large couch and laid on his back, with his arms open for you to crawl in. You fall into his chest and curl into him, "Ready for another round?" you tease him. His eyes go comically wide.

Later when the group came back they found you and Dominik cuddling up against each other with soft expressions. "Something must have tired them out", JD says. Rhea scoffs and smacks him on the back of the head.

#dominik mysterio x reader smut #dominik mysterio smut #dominik mysterio fluff #dom dom #dominik mysterio x you #dominik my bbg #wwe #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fanfiction #wwe smut

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goggles-mcgee · 4 months

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well! Do you have any head canons about your felinette stories (Moving on, finding home; The haunted Bride, The not-so phantom…) and Marinette, the Rolling Stone? I love all of your stories, specially daminette 😈

Hi! Of course I do! But since you're grouping them for the Felinette, I will focus these headcanons on the felinette aspects a bit! Also I am so sorry for the very late reply. Motivation has been very low 😔

Moving On, Finding Home:

•As Marinette starts to work with Amelie, Amelie decided they should go out for lunch along with Felix, but when they got to the cafe she suddenly had some business to take care of and rushed off. Felix took this as an opportunity to really talk to Marinette and apologize for his behavior last time he was in Paris.

•At first she's skeptical but as he went into detail about why he did it, she feels for him. He told her about the loss of his father and that he knew it wasn't an excuse but he had been hurt and angry. Especially at Adrien and his Uncle. He was surprised when she didn't immediately jump to Adrien’s defense.

•Since he was so willing to be vulnerable and he seemed genuine in wanting to start over with her, Marinette told him everything that had happened at school. At first she had just wanted to explain that her and Adrien weren't friends anymore but once she started talking she couldn't stop.

•After this talk, things work a lot smoother, and Felix actually tags along with his mother when she goes to meet Marinette. Somehow them having lunch became a routine as well, but neither teen complains.

•Amelie adores Marinette and has a hard time not spoiling the girl but she can't help that her love language is gift giving and look...if Marinette is going to be taking on as big a project as she is then of course she needs a new design desk...and tablet since her old one had a chip on the corner...and a new mattress because her little designer needs the best sleep to dream up wonderful designs!

•Felix does try to reign her in, but it's hopeless.

•Tom and Amelie are two peas in a protective-parent-pod. They love talking to each other about their respective child and all they do in the name of that love, like the time Tom threw Marinette’s birthday cake in the trash several times in a panic because he didn't want to spoil the surprise. Tom and Amelie basically become bestie with a fond Sabine watching over.

•Amelie being a Petty Betty and allowing paparazzi to take pictures of her, Felix and Marinette when they are out together (with permission, of course) all so she could show off how cute Felix and Marinette are together but also to rub it in the face of her brother-in-law that she nabbed the very talented designer before him.

•Felix does become the new Chat Noir, but he changes his name to Grimalkin and Adrien, who starts not-so-vague posting on his Chat Noir account on social media that the name sucks and nitpicks about everything of the new Cat Hero.

•The class start to think the reason Marinette has "changed" so much is because of Felix, and they start trying to include her in things again in an attempt to lure her away from the "problem" Lila hates this and tries to intervene but it never works out for her.

•Gabriel is having a rough month, what with Lila Rossi being herself, the Dupain-Cheng girl getting snatched up by his dreadful sister-in-law right before he was going to open an early-experience type of internship so he could keep her close and figure out how to akumatize her but also she did have great talent and it would be a waste if he let her slip through his fingers, then Adrien reveals he and Mlle Dupain-Cheng aren't on speaking terms and to top it all off!!! There is a new cat hero who is actually competent, and that is making being a super villain very hard.

The Haunted Bride:

•Marinette had for as long as she remembers, been obsessed with the Culpa Mansion. Her parents thought it was cute and funny at first, but when she still spoke about it and even spoke about details, she couldn't have possibly known, but when she overheard her parents talking about taking her to a professional or something she stopped talking so in depth about it.

•But she dreamt of it almost every night and keeps a dream journal where she drew a lot of things from her dreams. She has it locked and hidden because she fears if anyone found it, they would think she was crazy, especially her parents.

•Hawkmoth is defeated and in jail, but Adrien did somehow get through it all without being suspected of aiding his father. Nathalie is the one taking care of Adrien since Gabriel took the fall for everything.

•Marinette as Ladybug, decided against Ladybug and Chat Noir revealing their identities to each other. Something just told her not too but she did promise that if Chat found her, she would let him know. Her and Adrien dating kind of happened out of nowhere to her, but then he kept making cat puns here and there, and well Marinette came to the conclusion he was Chat and hat found her. So she made her own subtle references.

•Adrien does not know that she is Ladybug, but she thinks he does. He just started dating her because she reminded him of Ladybug, and while he did start to like her, he was still very much in "love" with Ladybug.

•Marinette starts to realize he actually doesn't know who she is, and it kind of opens her eyes to how he tries to manipulate her. She doesn't think he is doing it maliciously or anything, but she can see how much he values the class and keeping things happy, and she sees that he's doing it kind of subconsciously so he can keep his perceived normal and happiness. It's why he never breaks the peace, even if it's the right thing to do.

•When she wins the trip to the Mansion, Marinette actually exchanges letters with the owner of the Mansion, who happens to be her age, and she thinks that's cool. They become pen-pals and friends, and Marinette is just so happy to get to rant to someone just as obsessed with the mansion as much as her.

•When she and her class go to the mansion, she is already trying to break up with Adrien but that's kind of hard to do when he won't spend any time alone with her like a boyfriend should. She finds out that Lila is the one manipulating him in hopes that he would be charmed by her and fall for her. The girl squad (some of them) are helping her.

•Marinette is almost always somehow left alone, and during those times, she meets with Felix, and they just have a fun time hanging out, and Marinette finds herself falling for him. She only ever meets him at night though but it's when she's with him that she feels the happiest and most clear headed. He keeps her grounded.

•But while staying in the mansion, her dreams come back in such vividity that she starts having trouble determining what reality is and what is a dream.

The Not-So Phantom of the Théâtre du Châtelet:

•Felix is not scarred, nor does he live underneath the theater. The Phantom is a character he plays to manipulate and scare those who seek to hurt the theater and the owner, his mother. He doesn't mind the rumor. He plays into it in the name of protecting his mother and the theater she loves. He also does not care nor mind hurting others to do so.

•He works as a permanent stage hand and sometimes a stage manager since he knows the theater better than anyone. Yes, he did build hidden trap doors and such to help with his time as the Phantom.

•But what started as him protecting his mother and their theater kind of morphed into punishing those he thinks deserves it and if you're thinking his mother would not approve of this or not know what her son is doing, nah. She knows and supports her troubled little man.

•When he first meets Marinette, he immediately realizes what potential she has and is charmed by her almost immediately. They become friends as costume designer and stage hand. But when he sees the treatment of her from her ex-boyfriend and the lead actress, he will do anything to protect her.

•Marinette didn't believe in the Phantom until all these strange events started happening, and she keeps getting roses left in her workshop. She doesn't know how she feels about everything and thinks that makes her an awful person.

•She does have a crush on Felix, and they connect so well, but she also can't help but be drawn to the Phantom when they keep having encounters.

Marinette The Rolling-Stone:

•Marinette meets Felix after her big move to London when she goes to her new private school. Yes, Jagged and Penny enrolled her in a private academy because they feared what people would do if she were in a public school, given all that happened and what was televised.

•It's a school that allows her to work from home sometimes. The excuse that was given was that it was due to her adopted father's work schedule, but in actuality, it was because Marinette told Jagged and Penny about being Ladybug and the Guardian and they agreed she could home-school on days she needed to be in Paris.

•She got adopted into the Quantic Kids group by surprisingly Felix. He just felt like she needed friends, and she reminded him of himself before he became friends with his friends.

•It takes a while for her to trust them, but when she does, she cries over how much happier she is. When she starts getting feelings for Felix she's scared but Jagged and Penny help her through it.

•Felix doesn't know when he fell for Marinette, but contrary to what his friends think, he didn't freak out or get angry or anything like that. To him, it made sense, she made sense...they made sense. So no, he isn't scared of his feelings and is more than determined to prove himself to Marinette.

•Her friends find out she is Ladybug and convince her to let them help. Of course, she doesn't want to, but things are getting worse, and she needs people she can trust. Jagged and Penny are also there to help as well.

•Felix, of course, becomes the new Cat Miraculous Holder and becomes known as Carbonel!

#felix culpa #felinette #felix graham de vanily #ml salt fic #ml class salt #adrien agreste salt #lila rossi salt #goggles ideas #miraculous ladybug #ml headcanons

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lovelykei · 1 month

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The return of HQ as boyfriends on instagram part 7 I think?

Haven’t done these in a while 😳 hope they’re still fun🤩

Tendou | Hinata | Akaashi

Tendou:

The summer was coming to an end which meant Tendou was moving soon

Which is not very cunty fierce diva of him🙂

Anyhow that’s how you and the rest of the third years found yourself at the beach🏖️

“You’ll be fine y/n you’re moving in with him next year when you finish school”

“Okay semi you’re gonna eat tomorrow so you can skip out on the bbq today” 😒

It had been mostly a normal day until it hit you that this would be the last time in god knows how long where you could all hang out like this 🥹

“Tendou always like his meat damn near raw” “Yn-Chan I’m not dead” “Sometimes it’s like I can hear his voice” 😭

“Sugar you don’t need to cry it’s just me”

“What’s that supposed to mean you’re my everything”

Now tendou is crying and you’re both just wailing in eachothers arms

“OKAY👏🏻 let’s take pictures” semi quite frankly was about to rip his hair out

“Babe pick me up so we can take a cute beach picture”

He picked you up alright, in a very tendouesque way but honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way🥹

Hinata

“Let’s go watch the new marvel movie baby”

It was a thing you both did, you were both busy with club activities but when a new marvel movie dropped? fuck club activities

On the way home shoyo kept kicking and throwing his hands around 🤡

“I totally look like captain America like this” no you don’t Ofcourse shoyo 💗

One thing led to another and you ended up setting up your phone to record the two of you as you played around street fighter style

He kicked his foot up pretending he was gonna kick you which made you catch his foot and make him fall flat on his back

👁️👅👁️ suck on that special move “I won”

He laughed and yanked you down so you were on top of him so you did the only sensible thing you could do and kissed him 🥴

“W wE’rE IN PUBLic”

He pulled you down ONTOP of him and now you’re the indecent one for kissing him?? 🤠

His face looked more like a stop sign and you could probably fry an egg on it considering how hot it was 🥴

“One more” 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Your boyfriend was the cutest little mf in the world and so you obliged and kissed him over and over

Akaashi

Everyday you thanked god, your lucky stars, fate and everything else that had made it possible for you to bag the man that is Akaashi🤩

So when you found yourselves on a nice romantic beach date with bokuto you took all your chances to dote on your boyfriend

“Keiji you should take of your shirt you’re sweating” 😏

“Keiji you’re gonna burn let me put some sunscreen on you” 😏

“Keiji can I lick every drop of water off of your body to dry you” okay no that one didn’t happen sadly 😔✊🏻

Later that night when you had all gotten dressed bokuto left to go buy some drinks

Keiji was holding you in his arms “I have to say your tactics have gotten better”

“👁️👄👁️?”

“You managed to undress and touch me without anyone suspecting anything” busted

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“GUYS IVE HAD ENOUGH STOP LOOKING TOUCHING AND FEELING EACHOTHER AND LOOK AT ME” I guess you’d been busted by both of them 😳

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq smau #haikyuu smau #akaashi smau #tendou x reader #hinata x reader #tendou smau #hinata smau

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dragonzfanfics11 · 21 days

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Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)

yess! Thanks for the request! :> idk who wonyoung is exactly but I'll try my best with the undercover singer part!

Im still new to writing so sorry if it's not the best

Summery- the sbg gang over heard barron talking about you and find out your an undercover singer! Small story/one-shot with headcanons at the end for each character

Warnings, some swearing, def spelling errors, y/n is used

Quick color key- ashlen aiden logen tyler taylor ben barron and you (I tryed to make Barron's text black it wouldn't let me 😔)

Sbg x singer reader

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ash,aiden,logen,tyler,taylor, and ben where all walking down the hall you where somwere else doing your own thing at the time

"Ya did you hear about that y/n kid? Ya, can't believe someone like them woul be in here with us"

The group over heard barron talking with his friends and stopped when they heard your name

"Ya, why would they even wanna be here? If there so 'famous' and all why wouldn't they idk go somewhere fancy or something?"

Barron and his group laughed for a moment before tyler called out annoyed

"Hey, what the heck are you guys talking about?"

"Ya why are you talking about y/n like that?"

"What do you dorks want? Do you wanna get beat up this time?"

Him and his friends laughed while the twins both stand with there arms crossed, aiden is making sure ben dosent try and hurt them, and ashlen steps up

"Last I remember you where the ones leaving with the most bruises"

"Ya you should've seen yourselfs you looked terrible! Ha ha!"

Barron scoffs crossing his arms

"We asked you a question answer it"

"Where not in class yet nerd im not talking to you for a quiz"

Ben tryes to step forward with his fists clenched but aiden holds him back with the help of Taylor

"Tell is what the hell your saying about y/n barron"

Tyler says steping infront of logen ashlen next to him

"Ugh, fine, there's been rumors about y/n being some undercover singer and she sure as he'll looks like the one from (band name)"

"Oh I've heard of that band they have some pretty good songs"

"Ya I've heard of them to"

"Seriously? I bet they suck if it's from her"

"Oh shut up already barron"

They all walk away before he could even reply and taylor searches up the band

"Holy crap he's not wrong it actually looks like y/n!"

"Wait really?"

"Whoa she's right!"

They all look at the pictures of the bands and it really does look like you so they went to go find you eventually finding you in the music room

"Hey! Y/n! You never said you where a singer!"

"Aiden!"

"How did you figure that out!?"

You ask shocked you where hoping to keep low and not draw to much attention to yourself, ben walks up to you and typing on his phone then showing it to you

"We overheard barron talking about you"

"How did he find out then?!"

"He said there was some rumors"

"I was hoping to lay low here but I guess that's not happening..." you sigh and look down before feeling a hand on tour shoulder

"There just rumors right now you can still lay low"

"Ya, we can figure something out to convince people it's not you"

"Ya! We already fight phantoms every night how hard is stoping a rumer?"

"You'd be suprised-"

"Can we hear one of your songs?"

"Oh! Ya!! Can we?! Can we?!"

You look around at them thinking for a moment as aiden and Taylor look at you excitedly the rest of the group looking some-what curious

"...I guess one song wouldn't hurt before class-"

"Yaayy!!!"

Headcanon time!!

Ashlen

I think she'd definitely listen to you practice and be somewhat supportive even adding a few songs to her Playlist if she has one

Aiden

I think he'd beg you to play all the time and listen to all of your songs at least once and be super exited whenever your thinking of making a new song and begs to know the progress every time and wants to be first to hear it

Logen

I think he'd like to listen to you practice like ashlen just more and do some research on your band maybe just to know more about it and depending on what music you play even put some on his Playlist

Ben

Hed probably love to listen to you practice or play all of the time and maybe even help you write new songs and play guitar for you while you practice, probably has a few of your songs on his Playlist as well

Tyler

Definitely acts like he dosent care but won't complain when you practice or play around him and I feel like he'd sorta be like your personal bodyguard around school or places your trying to lay low, might not have any songs on his playlist but has heard some of of taylors

Taylor

Would probably love to listen to you play and practice all the time and even tryes to sing with you sometimes, probably has a few songs on her Playlist to

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This was my first fanfic with headcanons so I hope it was good!

#school bus graveyard x reader #sbg x reader #ashlyn banner #Ashlyn x reader #aiden clark #aiden x reader #tyler hernandez #tyler x reader #taylor hernandez #taylor x reader #ben clark #ben x reader #Logen fields #Logen x reader #school bus graveyard

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eepwriting · 3 months

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Hi. Can you write something about how IV skillfully seduces one of his colleagues on stage (by touching himself)? He is interested in seeing the reaction, he loves to tease. How do you like my thought?

Watch Yourself ✶ III x IV

Warnings: some nsfw thoughts

I like your thought very much anon!! Thank you for this ask 🤍 I commonly tag iii and iv as the lovers because…they’re in love duh

!! mdni !!

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✶ It was no secret that iv craved attention from his fellow vessels.

✶ Always jumping at the opportunity to kiss and snuggle up to them.

✶ But iii…iii was his treasured.

✶ The taller man always happily reciprocated iv’s advances.

✶ IV often found himself wanting things to escalate further but he couldn’t bring himself to make it know to III.

✶ Until today.

✶ He couldn’t get III out of his mind. It didn’t help that they lived in such close quarters either.

✶ He was surprised III wasn’t annoyed with his constant teasing and sly remarks. He’d practically been all over the man for most of the day.

✶ When it came time for the show, IV felt a surge of excitement. He could really tease and prod at III and the crowd would love it. Eat it up even.

✶ If III had anything to say about it, IV could simply excuse his actions.

✶ “I’m appeasing the crowd, III.”

✶ So now here he was, using every opportunity between actually doing his job to get III riled up.

✶ The two had spent practically the whole first half of the show next to each other.

✶ IV could tell III was surprised, maybe even a bit confused with how many kisses IV demanded from him. He could only laugh under his mask each time he looked at IV, watching him tap a finger over his lips before beckoning him over.

✶ IV wanted more than just some friendly kisses though.

✶ He gets III’s attention once again and wraps his fingers around his own throat, pointing at the taller man. His hand slowly leaves his neck to train down his chest.

✶ III shakes his head playfully, striding over. He grabs up IV’s hand, dragging it back up to his neck, wrapping IV’s hand and his own around his throat. He thinks he sees IV’s eyes unfocus when he squeezes but it’s hard to tell.

✶ “Watch yourself, Ivy boy.”

✶ IV winks back at his warning, wishing he could see the potential smirk on the face of the man in front of him.

✶ They’re forced to pull away when it’s time to get back to work but follow each other on the stage, never standing far from each other.

✶ IVs’ back on him the second he has a moment, pushing III around with a hand on his chest, trailing it up to rest on his throat. IV’s own hand dancing on his stomach, slipping down to his thigh, dangerously close to the half bulge between his legs.

✶ He’s lucky his back is to the crowd, hidden in the dark, the only spotlight shining on Vessel.

✶ He takes note of III’s eyes following the movement of his hands. Lingering glances on his thighs and cock.

✶ III reaches out to touch him, a hand on his side pulling him closer, a hard thunk of a kiss landed. He really wished they didn’t have these stupid masks on.

✶ IV’s eyes are mischievous as he pulls away quickly, making his way back to his corner of the stage like nothing ever happened.

✶ It’s hard for III to think for the rest of the show. He’s lucky it’s second nature for him at this point. He’s not sure how he’s able to finish the show without pouncing on IV.

✶ Both men are quick to exit the stage after the last song, III moving with quick strides to reach IV.

✶ “What the hell was that about?”

✶ “I was just teasing III, you know how it is. You better watch yourself. I can make this so much worse for you.”

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GUYS WHAT IS THIS

I feel like this sucks but whatever 😔 your ask was chefs kiss anon thank you, I hope it’s somewhat okay.

K. Bye bye.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token fic #sleep token iii #iii sleep token #sleep token iv #iv sleep token

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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Love me, love me not...

Ahh and here we are the final chapter. It's a bit more focused on the boys and there will be two endings for you to choose from. Ngl I cried...

Tags: @thelostboysbutterfly @thelostone91 @charlizekkelly @star583 @poketnife69 @pinkchocolatcat @p1×1ebby @yor72 @mushrooms444 @bespinnn @patient1666074 @sharksarebeautiful @iloveslasher @shiningdyingmoon @vixen2383 @star583 @poisonprincess82 @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer

Tw: death, angry vampires, Marko 😔, blood, gore, alt ending...

<- part 3

You sat on your bed, skimming through your book thinking about how things have gone the past few days...

The drift from the boys... The distraction with Micheal, that girl whatever her name was...

God... The thought of them being the way they were with you broke your heart...

The boys all sat around Micheal, they had been messing with him all night.

A little payback for taking something they loved dearly... But took for granted...

They hated that they were gonna have to be brothers with this guy, they hated having to see him laugh with you when they spot you on the boardwalk, and made them want to rip their hair out watching you look around for him.

David told Marko to "get the bottle." While he stared down Micheal as Dwayne and Paul laughed at Micheal's gags as he spits out what he thought were maggots, Marko looked at David his doe eyes said all he needed to know.

Marko didn't want Micheal to be part of them, that was the last thing he wanted.

Last he saw Micheal was atop you reaching up your shirt with his tongue down your throat, but he didn't have a choice... David gives him a warning look, 'don't fuck this up...'

Marko huffs before walking away to get the blood, this sucks.

Not a moment later he hands the bottle to David; David started using his mind tricks to ease Micheal into drinking almost snapping at Star when she tried to intervene.

And just like that Micheal was on his way to being one of them.

The boys took advantage of his state running around him and shoving their shoulders into him, he didn't notice in that moment but he would feel those bruises tomorrow.

Paul paused his circling and placed a hand on Micheal's shoulders before questioning.

He asked about you and Micheal, which made everyone stop. All eyes were now on Micheal even Star was interested in the relationship between the boy she liked and the stranger the boys seemed to never stop talking about.

The boys weren't getting the answers they wanted, all Micheal would say were sluggish words of how you were fun and liked to go on rides and loved popcorn but the boys already knew all that.

But it was clear that Micheal had far too much blood to give them the answers they wanted...

Next time.

A few days have passed by and Micheal had only gotten stranger as the days went on.

He got snappy with you, shit-talked his little brother and mom, and seemed to just always be tired when you hung out together.

You didn't fully know what was happening but you could take a guess and it hurt you.

They turned Micheal? Who they barely know... But it never crossed their mind to change you?

You felt a bit betrayed... Did you really mean that little to them?

You tried not to think about it for too long and try and help Micheal as he had been getting worse.

Last thing you needed was for Micheal to lose it and hurt his family or you.

Micheal met with the boys in a secluded place on the beach where a party was taking place, this was the final step and he would be one of them.

The boys all looked between each other, this was their last chance to get answers before Max stepped in and forced them all into the vampire Brady bunch then they couldn't pick a fight to get answers without Max stepping in and that would just piss them all off.

They all taunted Micheal about his anger, his confusion, his hunger.

They all sprung into action attacking anything they saw, screams of agony and blood-curling screams were all that could be heard for miles.

Micheal had a battle with himself, he was hungry. So so hungry, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't bring himself to hurt these poor unfortunate souls that had chosen the wrong night to party...

Michael looked up as the four bloodied boys stood over him,

"Be one of us, Micheal... You'll never grow old, never have to worry, sleep all day, and party all night." David offered, but Micheal only stared before shaking his head and David scoffed.

"You should be grateful we're offering this to you after you took what was ours..." David hissed with bitterness and Micheal looked confused, "what do you mean?" This made Dwayne huff in amusement at how dense Micheal really was and Paul rolled his eyes

And finally, it click.

Micheal said your name as if asking them if that was what they were referring to and by the way, they all tensed he was right.

"I don't know what you mean, they're cool but... We never did anything." Micheal tried explaining and that made Marko go red with anger "LIAR!"

Marko rush Micheal before any of the others could stop him, pushing Micheal to the dirty ground before getting in his face. Screaming incoherently about what he saw and how eager Micheal was and how willing you were.

"They stopped it! They didn't want to continue we didn't do anything!"

"SHUT UP!" Marko was full of conflicting emotions as were the other three, he felt so many things at the moment.

Relief, anger, denial, sadness, guilt, regret...

He was relieved you hadn't done anything with Micheal, he could finally stop having the dreadful thoughts of Micheal on top of you and pleasing you the way they had, angry that he wasn't patient and let his emotions get the better of him and didn't think rationally at the moment and he could've seen you stop and this could've been avoided, in denial that Micheal was telling the truth because if he was this was all his fault for not just waiting for a second longer instead of doubting your loyalty, sadness about how much he and the boys missed you and you missed out on so much valuable time together, guilt that he brought all his other lovers pain, regret that he and the others pushed you away instead of just... Talking to you...

Marko started heavily breathing and Paul rushed over to comfort the smaller Vampire... And Dwayne and David realized what was happening and let Micheal's words set in as they watched him run away...

What had they done?...

The boys all sat in the cave, Paul trying to calm down an overwhelmed and on the brink of tears Marko, Dwayne paced back and forth trying to think of a way to win you back and David sat in his wheelchair quietly.

David was at a loss for what to do, they had pushed you away. How would they come back to you from that?

Tell you that they felt threatened by Micheal and because Marko saw you and got upset we all questioned your loyalty but now we know you loved us as much as we loved you sorry doll?

No, that would only make them even bigger assholes...

The only thing he could think to do was just... Sit and explain everything to you... But how would they get to you without you just walking away from them after what they did to you...

"It's ok, let's just sleep on it and come up with a plan tomorrow. We can see them tomorrow." Paul said as he was trying to keep everything calm. He hated when his lovers were in distress, he just wanted to sleep and dream of you and them all snuggled together in your nest as you all did before...

They had slept in your nest a few times on particularly hard nights where they would all just hold each other telling the other that they were more than enough.

They hadn't touched or moved any of your stuff, it still smelled like you...

Yeah... Sleep on it... They could do that...

Little did they know... They had some visitors late in the day...

They all slept close to one another deep in a dream when suddenly they all woke up...

Blood... Blood everywhere.

Marko's screams were the only thing that could be heard echoing through the caves.

The boys felt as if the world had stopped...

They all jumped down to attack the younger boys who had staked Marko.

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They couldn't save him... It was day. They couldn't go out. if they had caught one of the pipsqueaks they could've given Marko the blood and he could heal but... They had nothing.

They had moved a very weak and slowly dying Marko to your nest, they had nothing to save him...

By the time night hit, Dwayne was riled up ready to track them all down, Paul was rocking himself back and forth in a corner of the cave and David was hungry for their blood...

After the three vampires left, Marko was left in your nest slowly losing consciousness thinking of the last things he did with his lovers... With you...

The boardwalk, the rides, the games, the heated late nights... The way he ignored you, the way he made you cry... This was his punishment, his last moments knowing that he was wrong... He was stupid... He was sorry... And he would never get to tell you...

He heard soft shuffling around him before two warm hands laid themselves on his cold porcelain face,

"Marko?" A soft voice called

The tears from Marko's eyes finally fell, he didnt knows if this was real... But if this was the only chance he was gonna get he was gonna take it, whether it was real or not...

"Baby? I-I'm so sorry... Im sorry, Im sorry, Imsorry, ImsorryImsorrysorrysorrysorr.."

💖forgive?💖 💔Move on?💔

#slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #lost boys imagine #lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys marko #the lost boys imagines #love me love me not

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active-mind-15 · 10 months

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Headcanons for Akashi when he's sad 😔

I did a cute one last night for Akashi laughing, so I thought I'd flip the script and break y'alls hearts rq with some headcanons I have for when Akashi isn't feeling all too great.

First of all, let's start with any canon material we have of Akashi being openly sad. There really isn't much. The only times we see him like that in the main series are at his mother's funeral as a child during that flashback, and then directly after he lost to Seirin. Even with the second instance, he tried to hold in his tears as best as he could and still put on a brave smile to go and shake hands with Kuroko. Aside from that, the only other instance I can think of is during the drama CD (season 3 volume 9) where he had a bit of an argument with Murasakibara.

Canonically, we know why he is almost never openly sad. With such high expectations placed on him by his father, the superintendents of Teiko, and even himself, showing sadness was a form of weakness. This is why, despite the fact that he was clearly overwhelmed with too much work throughout his entire childhood, he never complained. His father likely drilled that mentality into him to just suck it up and keep it pushing, because Akashi wasn't even allowed time to process his grief after losing his mother, the only support system he ever had. With this information in mind, let's get into my headcanons.

First of all, what makes Akashi upset? The first thing I can think of is his massive workload paired with the high expectations placed on him. There are probably some days when all of it is just too overwhelming and he gets stressed out, worried that he won't be able to handle it all. Whenever Akashi switches personalities in the series, it's always during a crucial basketball match. But I personally feel like if he's stressed with work all the time, he's constantly teetering on the edge of dissociating but ends up not. I can imagine him in his dorm after a long day of school trying to finish assignments late into the night, and he's desperately fighting to remain present and in the moment. It probably happens more than people think, and to avoid giving into his other self and letting him take over is something he has to do on a regular basis.

The second thing is when he feels like he hasn't been a good friend. Post-Winter Cup, Akashi tries really hard to reconnect with Kuroko and the other GoM more than he used to back in middle school. And given how he had to salvage his friendships with his former and current teams after almost ruining them both, post-Winter Cup Akashi is probably very insecure about his own ability to be a good friend to others. For example, in season 3 volume 9 of the drama CDs when he and Murasakibara had a quarrel, Murasakibara mentioned that Akashi had no idea how he felt at all before hanging up the phone. That comment stuck with Akashi, so much so that all three of the Uncrowned Kings noticed and essentially staged an intervention in the clubroom because Akashi looked so visibly bothered that it freaked them out. You can tell that he cares about his friends as well as what they think of him. He wants to be someone they can trust and depend on, but when he feels like he's missed the mark, he gets upset about it each and every time because, really and truly, he's trying his very best.

What does he look like when he's sad? The thing about Akashi is that he still sometimes has trouble letting himself be upset because he's busy and has no time for breakdowns (probably why he prefers to dissociate instead since he'd rather just detach himself from reality and not feel anything at all). As a result, he tends to bottle a lot of things up until they all spill out later, and I can see it manifesting in two ways.

1: panic attacks. With what this boy has been through, it would not surprise me in the slightest if he ever had panic attacks. If he somehow managed to avoid them throughout his entire childhood, then I think his first panic attack would come after losing the Winter Cup finals because this is the first time in his life he's ever lost at anything and he feels like his entire world is falling apart. He'd probably be hit with an overwhelming fear of what would happen to him after losing the finals, especially with how much his father emphasized victory and success over everything. And the idea of being a disappointment and disgracing his family name would probably just tear this poor boy apart. And these panic attacks are not pretty. He's hyperventilating and gasping through sobs that he desperately tries to quiet to no avail, and he trembles so badly that he can barely keep himself upright. Not good at all.

2: full system shutdown. Maybe I'm projecting my own personal experiences for this one, but I think if there was a day when he was just so stressed and tired or maybe he got news that was so devastating, his body would refuse to cope and he would just... switch off. That could mean sleeping in the middle of the day for long stretches of time because he can't handle being awake, and then when he is awake, his mind is static and he's totally nonverbal, normally for several hours. Also not good at all.

The only person who's ever seen him in the middle of either one of these types of breakdowns is Mibuchi. The first time was accidental because Akashi didn't have the foresight to lock the door at that moment. But after Mibuchi is able to calm him down/bring him back to reality, then for every time after, Akashi will actively seek out Mibuchi if he feels like he's on the verge of a breakdown. Eventually, he opens up about it to the other Uncrowned Kings and they're very supportive and tell Akashi to let them know if there's any way they can help him (he actually has to hold back tears for that).

I have a separate headcanon that post-Winter Cup Akashi eventually starts going to therapy because he realizes he could really use it, and so I would think with time, he develops better coping mechanisms and also knows how to calm himself down before getting to the point of a breakdown. (He still seeks Mibuchi out, though, cuz sometimes he just needs a hug. Is that so wrong?)

He also learns to just experience his emotions as they come and for what they are. Positive or negative, either way, all emotions are valid, and instead of hiding from sadness, you should feel it and then let it pass. Through that, he's able to make peace with himself and not be so hard on himself anymore.

Anyway, I have no idea where to end it, so I'll leave it here because I'm literally falling asleep as I write this. I need to go to bed. For anyone who I've punched in the gut with these headcanons... I'm not sorry. Bye now! 😃

#i told y'all it was gonna hurt #i tried to warn you #either way that's my chronic akashi brainrot indulged for the night #hoped y'all enjoyed #kuroko no basket #knb headcanons #akashi seijuro

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