#You guys us should’ve seen me at school today

[pnuk-r0ck]

I’m scared for tomorrow

[darling-i-read-it]

Burns

Charlie Swan x fem!reader, Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: age gap (for both men, both are legal but carlisle is like 223297493 years old so do with that what you’d like lol), burns (second and first degree), doctors office, me knowing too much about twilight 

Author’s Note: IM WRITING A PART 2 RN BUT WANTED TO SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKED THIS <3 I literally randomly had a burst of inspo to write this and i lowkey love it…

Summary: You’re a waitress at the local diner to pay off tuition in the summer. You have a small crush on the chief of police who comes in to get his coffee from you. You thought that was all it was until you met the resident doctor when you have a mishap and now you’re stuck between two incredibly charming men that both have a little crush on you. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Forks, Washington was under a near constant cover of rain. You were aware of it when you woke up in the morning, prepared to see the dreary weather that greeted you through the window. You could smell the rain on the pavement before it came, see it in the clouds as they hovered above. You were always prepared for it, always ready for it. 

Today, the sun was out. Summer usually calls for something more temperate. You found that those days weren’t necessarily unwelcome, but never your favorite. Everyone went outside when it was sunny. You could see people you hadn’t seen in ages. You never made an effort to see them in the first place for a reason. There was an uncharacteristic amount of skin showing. It may only be mid 70s but everyone suddenly acted like the ocean water was a relief to their burning skin. 

You sweat easily, especially in the diner. The Lodge had little to no air conditioning and the sun brought people in droves. Everyone wanted a bite to eat. They all remembered the diner had milkshakes. It was never a great mix for a waitress. 

You turned the corner on your heel, giving a quaint smile to Cora, your coworker. She looked like she was going to melt away. 

“Do you think anyones gonna leave early today?” she asked quietly behind the counter. You shook your head. She had the coffee pot in her hand and was holding it tightly so it didn’t spill. You looked around the packed diner, laughter bubbling from sections where it normally was silent. You shook your head, giving her a sad look. 

“We’re in for one.” 

“I should’ve called out,” she muttered. “You should’ve called out. This place needs us.” You shook your head. 

“You’ve gotta put food on the table,” you reminded her. She had a kid who was going into middle school. You had met her when Cora brought her in, her headphones stuck in her ears and reading some trashy teen novel. 

“Always the voice of reason,” she muttered. “Plus, you gotta pay tuition.” 

“Don’t remind me.” 

You were going to college in Seattle but always worked the summers back in Forks. You loved the little town despite its insanity. You found that most of it was quiet, even on louder days. Plus, it was always easy to find a job back home. You were practically shoved the waitress apron when you returned this summer. You had been doing it since you graduated high school, always trying to find something to keep yourself occupied. You were coming upon your senior year in college and the extra money helped immensely. 

“Hey, your boyfriends here,” Cora teased. She pushed herself off the counter to refill someone’s coffee cup. You furrowed your brows in confusion even though you knew exactly who she meant. 

You watched as chief of police Charlie Swan walked through the doors with a clink of the bell above his head. He met your eyes and gave you an awkward half wave, which you returned slightly more enthusiastically. He walked up to the counter, squeezing between the people sitting there. Someone said hello to him and he gave them a nod in acknowledgment. 

“You guys are busy today huh?” he questioned, scoffing. 

“Just a bit,” you admitted. His presence never ceased to bring butterflies to your stomach. Maybe you were harboring a small/not so small crush on the sheriff but you tried your best not to show it. You assured Cora it was just something silly for you to feel as you passed through your work day. Still, her eyes lingered on yours as she went around the counter to greet someone else because she knew you were busy. “It’s the sun.” 

“Brings out all the loonies,” he said. 

“I imagine you’re busy out there too.” He was always scanning around to make sure no one was doing anything wrong. His eyes flicked from you to the people beside him, then back to you. 

“Taking my 15.” 

“Just to see lil ol me?” you teased. Even as the words left your mouth you felt self conscious of them. This time though, he gave a half smile. 

“You make the best coffee I’ve ever had,” he promised. You tried not to get flustered. 

“Well, it looks like you need a double today, Sheriff.” 

“Charlie, how many times do I have to tell you?” You rolled your eyes. He leaned against the diner counter even though there were no seats. You turned around, every other table lost in your mind. Cora would help you out until he left.

“Well Charlie, it might be too hot for a hot coffee. You could’ve gone to one of those fancy coffee shops,” you offered, grabbing a coffee pot. 

“Yeah, can you imagine me ordering there? I have a hard enough time with you.” 

“I think I get what you mean by now,” you joked. You poured him a cup and grabbed three sugars and two creams. “Anything else?” 

“You always this quick with your service?” he questioned, looking at the people down the line who hadn’t gotten their food. 

“I’m just the coffee girl with a pretty smile. I don’t control the food orders.” You handed him a stirring stick as he opened his sugar packets. “Plus, you’re the chief of police Charlie. I don’t wanna get arrested.” He chuckled, a real genuine laugh. 

“I think I’ll let you off for this one.” You smiled at your success. The laugh was guaranteed to be the highlight of your shift. 

“Thanks Charlie.” You turned back to the kitchen which was starting to call things out. “Anything else?”

“No ma’am.” He grabbed some cash out of his wallet. “Keep the change.” 

“You’re my favorite customer Charlie,” you joked at his more than generous tip of 100%. He did a little salute with his finger and raised the cup to you. 

“Go do your job otherwise you’re bound to get more angry customers than I am.” 

You nodded once and bowed out of the conversation gracefully. You grabbed the food from behind you and started to bring it out. Cora gave you a look as you passed her, the smile plastered on your face a clear tell of your conversation. 

“Peach cobbler,” you said to one of your regulars. She was a small old lady who always came in on Saturdays, at exactly the same time. You enjoyed talking with her and catching up on her life. She got the same thing each time and the consistency was something you appreciated. “Sorry it’s been slower today Miss. Heidi. The heat has the whole of Forks out!” She shook her head, brushing you off. 

“No worries at all,” she assured you. “It’s not like I’m not gonna come back.” You shared in her shaky laughter. She picked up her fork just as you were about to leave and pointed it at Charlie. “You making heart eyes at the chief over there sweetheart?” You flushed immediately. Maybe you weren’t so great at hiding it. 

“Maybe. But keep your mouth shut Heidi,” you whispered with a smile. She chuckled. Her eyes lingered on Charlie who was finishing his coffee already. He had started a conversation with the man beside him. Charlie seemed to know everyone in town. 

“Aren’t you a little young for him?” You rolled your eyes. 

“It’s perfectly constenting and legal,” you assured her. “I’m plenty older than his daughter if that’s what you’re gonna say.” 

“I was gonna mention.” Her eyes wrinkled at the edges, shaking her head. Her movements didn’t feel like she was disagreeing with you. More so that she was gossiping with a friend, just girls being girls. “He had his heart broken by her mother, you know. He’s a good man.” 

“Is that your consent Heidi? Because I don’t even know if he feels the same way.” Your voice was lighthearted. She grabbed your hand, her saggy skin feeling comforting. 

“I wouldn’t worry too much sweetheart.” You scrunched your face a little and shook off her words. You were still on the clock. 

“Enjoy your peach cobbler Heidi.” 

-

You brushed your hair out of your face. The sun had finally subsided for the evening, giving way for the clouds. You embraced their presence, appreciating the way that the cool air felt on your overworked skin. Cora was still hanging around after her shift, waiting for her husband to come pick her up. You sat on the back steps of The Lodge, watching the trees sway. 

“The air feels so crisp,” you muttered. 

“You say the weirdest things,” she grumbled, laughing. She was leaning against the building. “It’s the trees.” 

“I know.” You were going to leave right after work and finally drive back home but you needed a moment to sit and enjoy the day. It had been a long shift. Cora and you were officially trauma bonded. 

“How was the chief?” 

“Good,” you promised. “Sweet.”

“A guy can be sweet and catch criminals?” 

“He’s assertive,” you argued. When Cora laughed she did it with her whole chest. 

“Honey, you’re down bad.” You rolled your eyes and stood up. Cora’s eyes followed you as you did so, turning back to the door inside the diner. “You’re goin back into that hellhole?” 

“Forgot my phone,” you said. “Also, I am not. It’s a work crush. I’m entitled to one! Just like you like the produce guy!” 

“I do not like the produce guy. I think he’s hot. Big difference!” You rolled your eyes as you opened the door back inside. The heat hit you again, unpleasantly. You had to weave through the cooks to get back to the front. You couldn’t remember when you had put your phone down. You were making a phone call during your break. Maybe you had left it on hte steps outside after all? 

“Hey Jerry?!” you called to the cook in the back.

“What?!” 

“You seen my phone?” 

“No! All I’ve seen are burgers!” You rolled your eyes harder this time and dipped underneath the counter to see if you had put it with the sugars and stuff. You let out an annoyed groan when it wasn’t there. 

You turned too quick and ran right into the closing waitress. She was holding a hot pot of coffee and effectively spilled it all over you. You gasped involuntarily, the feeling of scorching coffee seeping through your clothes. The gasp turned into a seethe as you packed up. You could hear her speaking, the high pitched, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” reverberating off your eardrums. You had dropped coffee on yourself before. All you could think of was that you needed a towel and some cold water. 

You turned on a dime and walked back to the kitchen. You turned on the sink back there and fumbled your hand around for a towel to use. 

“Jerry, towel,” you mumbled, the burning skin now setting into a tingle. He turned his head around and saw you. He started to fumble around. You walked in front of him to grab the towel and just barely lost your balance, causing your hand to fly up onto the table. 

Right onto the stove. 

This time you yelped. The coffee was already forgotten as there was now more of an issue at hand. 

“Woah dollface!” Jerry exclaimed. He grabbed your wrist because you were just staring at your red hand. You had put your entire palm down. You looked up at him, tears staining your eyes from pain, and he brought you over to the sink. 

“Oh fuck,” you groaned as he put it under the cold water. It didn’t subside any pain, just added another sensation. “Jerry that hurts!” 

“Hey Y/N, I have your phone in my apron.” Cora came through the door to witness you breathing heavily next to the sink, Jerry the cook practically holding you down. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” he explained. 

“She spilled coffee on me,” you blubbered childishly. You could feel all your body parts at once, like you were on fire. You had no brain power to say anything else. 

“Oh Jesus,” Cora muttered. She rushed forward, grabbing your wrist to look at it. “You gotta get this checked out honey.” You gave her a somber looking face. “I know, I know. I’ll take you. Where’s your car keys?” You reached in your apron with your non burnt hand. It was soaking wet from the coffee. 

“Is she okay?” the waitress asked, sticking her head through the window. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” Jerry said. 

“She what?!” 

Cora put her hand on your back, leading you out the door. You took deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. You were fine. You were gonna be fine. 

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered. “You have to g-”

“I’ll have Steven do it,” she said. Her husband. You gave her a look of pure thankfulness as she helped you into the passenger seat of her car. 

“I really don’t have to go to the hospital over this,” you tried to say. 

“I know you don’t. But I think it’s safer than waiting.” You put your head against your headrest. 

-

Cora dragged you by your free arm to the front desk. She was the one who gave your name and your information as you stood beside her, holding your hand. You looked like a mess, given the coffee all over you. You were sure this could all just be fixed by some water and ointment from the store but Cora insisted. 

She rambled on about how a family member hadn’t gone in for a burn and it ended up being more severe then they thought, damaging below the skin. Her words were not comforting. 

Eventually they called you back to be looked at. You sat on an exam table with a thin paper on top. A nurse had come in to check on you and give you something for your hand while you waited for the doctor. 

You were in a row of beds. Cora pulled the curtains aside to give you privacy. 

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” you said. 

“They don't get to know all your business. HIPAA or whatever.” You squinted. 

“I don’t think-” 

“Ladies.” Carlisle Cullen stepped through the curtain at the open side. He was holding a clipboard, a charming smile plastered on his face. Your breath hitched at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. “Y/N, I hear you burned your hand.” You nodded. 

“And her chest,” Cora muttered. She must have noticed Carlisle’s looks as well. Or maybe she just noticed your reaction to him. You cleared your throat. 

“I had coffee spilled on me.” 

“No, you should check it out. It’s bad.” You gave a look. Carlisle’s smile remained, shaking his head. You had heard of him but never had a reason to come out and see him. You wouldn’t even call this a valid reason. 

“Sounds like an awful case of bad luck.” You nodded. “Can I take a look?” He sat on a spinny chair and pulled it towards you. You extended your hand to him. 

“I’m gonna go call Steven,” she said to you. You nodded. She patted your back, her eyes lingering on your doctor even as she left. Carlisle held your hand in his, gently looking it over. You looked down at him. 

“A stove did this?” 

“Yeah. It was dumb,” you promised. “I lost my balance looking for a rag for the coffee burn.” 

“And that’s okay?” You nodded. 

“I think. I mean, my hand feels way worse,” you assured him. 

“Your friend seems to think otherwise.” 

“Cora’s dramatic by nature.” He laughed gently. 

“Well the stove fought back.” He wheeled backwards towards the table beside your bed. “It looks like second degree burns on your hand. I’ll send you home with some ointment for it and you’ll wanna wrap it up so that you don’t get it caught on your clothes or anything.” You nodded. “I’ll wrap it for you first, show you how to do it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” He stood up and fumbled in the desks drawer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to check on the coffee burns?” He glanced back at you. You looked down at your shirt. It had mostly gotten your stomach. You could still feel pain there, probably driven by the fact you never got to clean it off. 

“If you think it’ll help?”

“Stomach burns are interesting just because of their placement. It’s harder to wrap them. I think it would be beneficial for me to make sure they’re only first degree, if anything.” You nodded. You would listen to him read the phone book. 

“Okay.” He walked back over. Before even touching your shirt he made eye contact with you. 

“Only if you’re comfortable. I can wait till your friend comes back if you want me to.” You shook your head. 

“I’m okay!” you promised. You cleared your throat and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You carefully lifted it up over your torso, holding it just above the wet spot. Carlisle’s eyes went down to your body. 

“You said the hand hurt more?”

“By far.” 

“Can I touch you?” Please. You cleared your throat again. 

“Sure.” He put an icy hand on your hip, lightly brushing your burn with his thumb. 

“How much does that hurt? Scale one to ten?” 

“Five.” He applied more pressure. 

“Now?” 

“Seven. Your hands are really cold, which could be worsening the effects,” you joked. He chuckled, his lips turning up a bit. 

“Sorry about that.” He backed up a bit. You put your shirt back down. “Those are first degree burns. It only hit in some spots. Should feel numb or touchy for a couple days. You can put the ointment there too but you shouldn’t have to wrap it up.”

“The hand needs it.”

“The hand needs it,” he agreed. He had put some stuff on the counter, which he now took in his hands. He squeezed something out a bottle and put a bit of it on his finger, taking your hand back in his. “Let me know if the pressure is too much.” 

You watched him, your free hands fingers curled under the bed you were sitting on. He gently covered your hand, using such a light touch that it was like he was barely there. 

“You’re good at this.” 

“It’s my job,” he said, smiling. “Are you from out of town? I don’t think I’ve had you in here before.” 

“Just lucky,” you quipped. “I go to college in Seattle too so I’m usually out there.” He nodded slowly. 

“Fancy.”

“The drive back is beautiful.” He nodded slowly. His hand lingered on yours as he examined his work. “So is this town.” 

“Do you work at the diner?”

“Yeah! That’s where I got this beauty.” He scooted back, grabbing the bandages.

“I think my son’s seen you there. He’s graduating high school in a year and likes his seclusion,” he explained. 

“Son?” you asked. 

“Edward.” 

“No, I’m just stunned you have a child. You look far too young,” you said, laughing incredibly. He grinned sheepishly. You tried not to think of him being married or the lack of ring on his finger. 

“He’s technically my foster son,” he described. 

“I see. Do you do it all on your own?” You winced. That was aggressive. “I don’t mean to pry.” “It’s alright,” he said, shaking his head, completely cool. “Yes, they’re all under my care. I haven’t found the right one quite yet. Plus, she’d have to take on more than a couple stragglers with me.” His eyes flicked up to yours. They met for a moment longer than they should have. You had to look away. 

“Sounds like a task.” 

“It’s definitely not for everyone.” He tightened your bandage. “There. I’ll send you home with some of this, it’ll be sent to wherever you get your prescriptions.” He stepped back from you. “Try to be careful around stoves next time.”

“Yes sir.” He gave you one more look, a kind hearted smile and then was on his way. You followed him until he was gone out of view. You were glad he hadn’t checked your pulse because you were sure it was beating out of your chest. Cora came around the corner. 

“He’s too old for you too,” she said. You laughed dryly, shaking your head. You could practically still feel his touch on your hand. So gentle. 

“You’ll learn to get used to it,” you teased her. She rolled her eyes. “Were you waiting out there the whole time?” 

“Wanted to give you and Doctor Dreamy some alone time.” 

“You’re such a wingwoman!” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Sheriff.” 

Part 2

[szasfuckingwife]

PROJECT X

EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: Drug use, Alcohol use, Eren being a cocky bastard

A/N: literally watched the project x movie for the first time recently and it was fucking crazy. I’d love to go to a party like that, as long as it’s not my house.

“Come on [Y/N]! It’s gonna be huge and everyone’s going!”, your friend pleads through your phone. If you imagine hard enough, you can see her furrowed brows and her crossed fingers.

A stupid high school soirée is the last thing you want to go to. A house full of sweaty boys and bimbo girls. Drug getting passed around like candy whilst alcohol becomes a pool that suddenly everyone wants to dive in. You’re no moralist, and you have been to your fair share of house parties but when you hear it’s at Eren Yeagers house, all desires to go suddenly disappear.

An aggressive scoff leaves your lips, “Lana, I’m not fucking going, he’s gonna be there all cocky and shit.”

“Oh you’re just scared you’re gonna see your ex grinding on some girl. You’re failing to see that it’s the perfect opportunity to show him what you’re missing.”

As much as you hate to admit it, your best friend might just be exactly right. Why does Eren get to have all the fun whilst you lay behind the doors of your bedroom?

“Fine…Tomorrow you said?”

After a few empty promises, your mother finally decides to grant you permission to go to a ‘gathering’ with some of your friends.

Little does she know the sight that is before you is much more of a gathering than she ever dreamt of.

Disregarding the state in which Erens front yard was left, you see the party you feared except ten times worse. A pool full of skinny dipping teens, college guys handing out drinks that you can’t even spell and the great boom of the DJs speaker that you swore shook the whole house.

“Fuck, I should’ve stayed home.” You shout in your best friends ear, the crease in her brow showing you she didn’t hear a word you said.

If was up to you, you wouldn’t have filled your red cup this full but, of course, a frat boy poured your drink for you. And if it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t have seen yourself in this situation.

The repetitive bass of music combined with the shoving if the crowned had you spill your drink over some really tall guy.

Like, really tall.

“Ayo, what the fuck?!” He exclaimed, turning around to see you, wide eyed. “Watch where you’re fucking goin!”

Your mouth falls open as you try come up with something, anything. “I’m so sorry, I-it was an accident..”, the look on his face being the cause of your stammer

He looks at you, sternly and with more anger, “Always you high school girls, dumb and ditzy.”

Again, your mouth falls open but for a different reason. You didn’t even want to come here and when you do arrive, first thing you’re hit with is a ballsy remark by a fucking frat boy?

“I said it was a fucking accident, what more do you want me to say-” “I just got this shirt today too!”

The guy was pissing you off, tall with no brains and an absolute dickhead.

“Matt!”, an eerily too familar voice yelled. “Chill the fuck out…”

His chestnut brown locks are slicked back into his infamous man bun, tattoos leaking from his tight fitted tee, a lit blunt in between his fingers. You don’t even need to be facing him to know that he’s probably biting the inside of his cheek.

When you turn around, you see your ex : Eren Yeager. His olive eyes stare into yours softly, before he narrows his eyes towards the man behind you. “It was an accident she said, give my girl a break.”

You look up at him when he puts his arm over your shoulder, reeling you into his warm embrace. Matt looks at the both of you, rolls his eyes and decides to continue with his stupid dance.

When he leaves, Eren finally gets a good look at you. He’s almost proud you chose to finally wear that short cargo skirt that flaunted the curve of your ass. He remembers buying you it about two months ago and he also remembers you being scared to wear it because you didn’t want him to think you were seeking other peoples attention.

Yet here you are.

Short beige skirt and a well cropped tee.

“Y’know, if I was really your ‘girl’, you’d tell him to leave. But of course you didn’t.” Your words pulled him out of his shortlived trance. “Always the people pleaser. You know I know that better than anyone.”

He chuckles, “I missed you too, [Y/N]. You look good, that’s the skirt I bought you.”

That’s why I wore it, to piss you off is what you wanted to say, but you know better than to boost his already inflated ego. “Surprised your mom let you host another party, considering what happened last time.”

He smirks at the way you completely ignore his compliment and laughs it off. “She doesn’t know.”

“She doesn’t know?” You ask, feeling nothing but anger towards him because Carla has been nothing but sweet to you and doesn’t deserve the mess that her son will inevitably leave.

“Relax…She’s out of town on a business trip and will be back on Monday. The house will be spotless by then.”

As you look around, you wonder how Eren will clean the whole house in the mere two days before his mom arrives. I mean, three condoms lying on the patio isn’t exactly something you can miss.

“You should come over when she comes back.”, Eren suggested, looking into your eyes deeply. “She misses you too, y’know.”

“Can’t. I have plans on Monday.” You reply.

He groans, “That’s why you have six other days of the week, [Y/N].”

Just as you were rolling your eyes, you felt a hand grip tightly on your arm.

“Oh my God, [Y/N]!”, Sasha almost tackles you to the ground as she wraps her arms around you. “I haven’t seen you in like…forever.”

It was rocket science that you were avoiding Eren’s close friends after the break up. But you still can’t get over the fact that they were truly great friends and fun to be around.

One by one, most of his friends greet you. Sasha, Connie, Armin, Jean and Mikasa all cheese at you whilst completely ignoring Eren.

The beer pong, skinny dipping and overall, dancing had worn you out. You along with Lana followed Sasha and Mikasa. If it weren’t for Sasha’s mention of weed, you’re pretty sure you’d be home by now.

When you walk through the door, your met with that putrid smell of weed. Whilst marijuana never bothered you itself, the smell was something else.

Jean is sat with Connie, rolling some blunts whilst Reiner, Armin and Pieck are opposite them, talking about whatever.

However, the absence of weed on the table caught you off guard.

“So…where’s the weed?”, You ask.

“‘Scuse me, sweetheart.” Eren. Again.

He walks past you carrying a small bag of weed and dumps it on the table. You mentally slap yourself; of course he’d be here.

After a little chit chat, a joint gets passed between all of you in a circle.

“Fuck sake, Connie!” Jean groaned loudly as he slapped his friend on the back of his head. “Stop fuckin hogging it!”

Eren scowls when he sees you giggling at Jean. She’s just tryna make me jealous.

“We should play Paranoia.” Sasha jumps in her seat.

“The fuck is that?”

“Basically, I pick someone, for example, Connie, and whisper a question in his earlike ‘who has the stinkiest dick?’” She gets interrupted by laughter. “And lets say, he picks Armin-”

“Why me?!” Armin shoots back, laughing in between his words.

“So then, Armin and Connie do a little game of rock paper scissors and if Armin wins, Connie has to tell him what the question was. If Armin loses, only me and Connie know the question and Armin is left Paranoid.”

Eren lets out an ‘ohhh!’ as he finally understands the name of the game.

After a few more whispers, some slaps and a lot of laughing, your friend Lana decides to pick you for a question.

“Oh God…”

A giggle leaves her lips as she covers her mouth and goes to whisper in your ear.

“Who would you fuck in this room?”

Fuck.

You wish your friend had asked you a question like ‘Who’s the prettiest?’ or ‘who’s the least funny?’ but obviously, You would have to answer her crazy ass question.

Eren eyes you when he sees you shaking your head and laughing whilst hitting Lana. All that was left in his head was that he doesn’t matter what the question is, you better pick him. He can take an insult, he does everyday. But if It’s something risqué, all answers should be him.

He knew it. And you surely knew it.

“Uhm…I pick…Connie…..” Lie.

Lana quickly smacked your arm, giving you the ‘you know damn well’ look. You chuckle as you fix your hands to do a rock paper scissors with Connie.

He chuckles when he sees your fingers trembling, “You’re high as shit, focus!” He grabs your hands tightly, smirking as he does so.

And, as if every single God you’ve read about was against you, you lose the stupid little game.

“Ooh, [Y/N], spill! What was the question?” Pieck asks, her already tired eyes hanging low due to the weed.

“I’m not fucking saying a thing.” You giggle and cover your friends mouth, forcing that she shouldn’t say anything either.

The room erupts, everyone yells in frustration. You hear the desperate pleads of Sasha and the chaotic tantrum Connie throws.

However, in the corner of your eye, you see Eren, sitting on his navy bean bag, probably lean in his cup, and a stoic look on his face.

“Say the question, Lana.” Mikasa sighs.

Even with your puppy eyes, Lana ignores you. “Alright! The question was…who would [Y/N] fuck in this room?”

All of a sudden, the males in the room released a crazed cackle. You swore you saw tears coming out of Reiners eyes.

Despite that, Eren did nothing but simply roll his eyes. At least he knew you were lying.

Since Connie was picked, it was now his turn to ask a question and much to your dismay, he picked your ex.

Even with all the noise in the room, and the continuous boom and shrieks of the party outside, you try to zero in on Connie’s whisper. Trying to picture ever word he’s saying by the movement of his mouth.

Unfortunately, you came up with nothing.

“Girl or guy?” Eren asked looking at Connie, to which he replied ‘anyone’.

He knew who he was going to pick. Of course he did, you’ve pissed him off enough with that fake ass answer. So now it was his turn.

“Easy, [Y/N].”

Dick.

With a groan, you rock paper scissor him and much to your dissapointment, Eren won.

“Fuck sake, I wanted to know the question.” Jean huffed. But just then, you saw Connie whisper something in Jeans ear and you didn’t miss the way Jean shook his head at Eren with a smirk on his lips.

“Wait, no!” Lana interrupted. “Why are you lookin at him like that?”

Jean looked at Lana with a smirk, “Like what, babe?”

Lana quickly shot him a scowl as she continued, “You keep shaking your head. Now I wanna know what was said.”

Jean laughed again whilst shaking his head. The spectacle of Connie’s question seemed to be what was on everyones mind as suddenly, the whole room wanted to know including yourself.

I mean, seeing Eren pick his ex-girlfriend? The question had to be something crazy, knowing Connie and Eren.

“Bro, if [Y/N] didn’t fuck up her rock papers scissors, maybe you all would hear the question but we don’t always get what we want.” He chuckled whilst he rolled another blunt.

“Endless weed if you tell us the question.” Sasha giggled, looking at Connie with her reddish eyes.

“Tell us!”

“Can’t be that bad.”

“Just cuz’ they were dating? Who cares?”

“[Y/N], you don’t mind, right?”

All thoughts leave your mind as Pieck asks you that question. You wanted to know but you’d much rather protect your peace than get into something with Eren.

“Fuck it, I’m gonna say it myself.” Eren sighed. “The question was who is the biggest whore here?”

And just like that, the whole room fell silent, and you with it. He was sitting there, acting as if he’d done nothing wrong whilst you sit there embarrassed in front of a room of your friends.

Staying home and doing Science homework doesn’t sound half bad right now.

Suddenly, and sharply, Lana bites back. “And how the fuck is she a whore, hm? Quickly?”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing-” “Well, you clearly are, dickhead. Why else was Jean shaking his head at you?” Lana’s voiced raised slightly.

“Right, cuz’ [Y/N] didn’t say shit about you…” Sasha furrowed her brows, Eren groans loudly as he sees the situation he caught himself in.

You look at him, void of expression. Half mad, half speechless. But what would you except from a guy who tried to fuck you after a month dating?

“Look, I had to pick someone, no hard feelings.” His disassociation with the conversation pissed you off. He can’t just drop a bomb and then go back to lighting a spliff.

“It’s just a game, can we chill-” “Reiner, shut up.” You scoffed. “I know we broke up n all but you’ve got a lot of nerve to call me a whore considering the reason why we broke up was because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.”

Eren scoffed. “Yeah, classy, [Y/N], bring up the past.”

You could practically feel the anger in Lana and Sasha as they stared him down. “And you think calling her a whore is?”

“Right, because you knew the reaction you were gonna get wasn’t gonna be a good one.” Sasha eyed him down. The once bouncy brunette was now staring down one of the guys that patronised her. Jean and Connie remained in their seats not saying a word.

“God, it’s a joke. She’s not a whore, happy?”

“Fuck you, Eren. Seriously.”

Once again, the room grew silent as Eren sat there watching you as you gathered your belongings, ready to leave. The looks of pity that your friends were giving you not only embarrassed you but reminded you that you were strong.

“So…we’re not gonna finish the game?” Connie spoke.

After the party, you hadn’t acknowledged the whole argument or him. Even when your friends tried to extract some feeling out of you, you didn’t let them.

Instead, your pillow became your outlet. Your family are probably tired of all the disputed music you blasted in your room. You wept countless of tears; how could he treat you like this?

Where was the old Eren? That took you to the cinema after you begged him to watch a new film? Or that Eren who, even when it was minus whatever degrees, draped you in the warmth of his coat.

The sweet memories turn into sour ones. And whats worse is when you walk past one another in the halls.

A mountain of freshmen girls swooning behind him, and all he can think about is how nice you did your hair today. Or that one time in class where he caught you daydreaming looking ethereal.

“Bro, you seriously fumbled.” Connie cackled in his face at lunch. Eren mentally slapped himself . Next time, he’ll keep his feelings to himself.

“Listen, Eren, what you did was kinda out of line-” “She said she’d fuck Connie, out of all people!” Eren looks at Armin with nothing but disbelief in his eyes. No one understood him.

Jean shrugged as he stifled down a chuckle, “She probably used him as a scape goat. I mean who would fuck this ugly bastard?.”

Eren stared at Jean, taking in the words that his friend was spewing. A scape goat? Why didn’t he think of that?

“I don’t even care at this point. Just want my wife back, man.” The rest of the table audibly sighed when Eren began to fake cry.

“Eren.” The sternness in Armins voice made Eren sit up. “If you actually want her back. Act like it. Tell her, that you’re a dick, an egotistical narcissist, a stupid overachiever-”

“Yeah…I get it.” Eren said.

“Get on your knees if you have to. And she isn’t gonna trust you again right away. But remember, all you are asking her is for a chance to redeem yourself, not to get back together-” Armin was interrupted again by Eren’s melancholy sighs.

“But I want to get back together with her-” “Shoulda thought about that before cheating on her and calling her a whore..”, Connie muttered, finding the blatant hypocrisy in Eren’s words.

Eren looked at Connie sternly before rolling his eyes. No one understood him. He didn’t cheat on you because he didn’t love you. He cheated on you because he was insecure.

Seeing you going out with a male friend that he hadn’t even heard the name of shook him. And, oh did it shake him bad.

“I really do love her. Like I actually do.” He sighed, this time more serious and quiet. The table fell silent before the bell rang, a groan leaving Jeans lips.

“What is it now?”

“PE.” Jean answered as he got up from the table.

“Isn’t that good? Aren’t we doing track today?” Armin looked confused. Jean always loved sport.

The brunette shrugged, “I won’t see Lana. She’s got that thing.”

Eren remained silent and melancholic as the rest of the boys teased Jean about being Lovestruck.

At least one of them had a stable relationship.

pt2 comin soon?🤭🤭

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Ten, Home

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[Nine] [Ten] [One]

It’s been 72 hours since I woke up. It’s been 120 hours since I, [Name] Swan have been announced as a missing person. The only people who know I’m “Alive” are the Cullens and my sister Bella. She’s been updating me on everything, especially Charlie and Rene. Charlie from what I know and have seen is beating himself up with guilt, Rene is too but I can’t see her from afar, it’s too bright in Arizona. I’ve been in Forks ever since I woke up from the change. Being in the Cullen’s house, having to be hidden from humans as much as possible. 

Trying to control my thirst along with my “gift”. Having the ability to drain energy. Like humans and vampires. With vampires, I can drain them of their gift and use it for 5-10 minutes. It depends on how much I focus. It’s really difficult when not everyone in the house has a gift. Just enhanced certain things. Like Rosalie with her beauty and self-control. Emmett has enhanced strength, and Carlisle is more compassionate to not drink human blood. And due to my gift, my self-control is exponential, I don’t have trouble controlling my thirst. Off the bat, I didn’t feel gravitated to drink from humans. I hunted with Jasper and Alice for the first time and they noticed my eyes already turned that golden color. 

Today, right now, I’m going to try and convince Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme to let me go home. Let me see my dad and let the world know I’m okay so I can go back to high school. Even though I am technically dead I still want to experience my senior year. They let me call Charlie once, with a minute phone from a random store that we had to destroy immediately after. I told him I was okay, sounding like I was out of breath but I told him he would see me soon and not to worry. Of course that doesn’t stop nor stunt his worrying even for a little bit. 

With me being hidden I’ve become closer to everyone, even Edward. And with that, I thought I could get his vote of letting me out of here. But he sat with my partners, not agreeing with me. 

“Hey, guys.” I walk into the living room where the four I needed sat comfortably on the couch. “Hey, lovebug.” Alice smiles and I roll my eyes at the nickname she refuses to drop. I stood in front of them with my arms crossed. “What’s up, darling?” Jasper asks, Carlisle nods wanting to know as well. “I want to see my dad.” I sternly state, getting right to the point. I feel the energy of the room shift. “[Name], we talked about this.” Carlisle starts but I cut him off. “It’s dangerous, I know but I feel like I can do it.” I plead, practically begging with the, “I have to miss out on a huge life experience! I want to go to prom! Please, it’s in four days.” I exclaim, pressuring them as I try to guilt them the best I can. 

“And we’re sorry, [Name], truly we are.” Esme steps into the conversation. “Please, my dad is killing himself because of guilt!” If I could cry there would be tears streaming down my face right now. I watch Alice and Jasper exchange looks at each other then turn to Carlisle. I furrow my brows as they sat there quietly before Carlisle stands up. “There’s nothing you will say that will change our minds and I’m sorry. Our answer still stands as a no.” He tells me sincerely and I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, my hands balling into fists. 

“Figures. You should’ve just killed me. I would’ve come back anyways.” I snap, storming outside, not daring to look any of them in the eyes. 

I end up near the border of the forest that is across from Charlie’s house, close but far enough that he wouldn’t even sense or see me. I watch him talking with Billy Black and Jacob who were holding stacks of papers with my face on them and right above my face is the word “Missing.” In big bold red letters. I painfully watch all of his mannerisms, they’re slow almost robotic. “Let us know if you hear anything, Chief,” Jacob says to my dad who only nods.

 Billy puts his hand on my dad's arm. “She’ll come home, Charlie.” Again he only nods and the two take it as their cue to leave. He’s been like this ever since he was told by Arizona’s cops that they saw my DNA off of the sidewalk outside Rene’s house. I don’t understand how my blood got all the way over there but it freaked him and Rene out. 

I notice him lift his head up and I rush away, knowing he’s going to look in the trees. He does it every day as if I’m going to be walking out of them. He’ll be right one day. Just not today. I’m hoping I can come home soon, I know that if I don’t he’s going to have to resign as Chief, maybe even as a cop just because of how he’s acting. He’s been calling everyone who has claimed they saw me. Some were prank calls which made me want to murder them for being so awful to a man who just wants to see his youngest daughter again. 

I hear footsteps running this way, slow ones so definitely a human. Having nowhere to run I climb up a tree skillfully quiet and sit up on a branch and look down. 

“I can’t believe it’s the chief's daughter though.” It was a random girl and boy who looked around the age to be in college. “She’s most likely dead by now. Statistically wise.” The boy responds he’s technically not wrong. “I wonder if she’s a runaway though who just doesn’t want to go home.” The girl ignored his words about me being dead. People have their theories that’s for sure.

Once I know they’re gone and out of sight, I make my way back to the Cullen house. I sat outside on the steps, not even minutes later I hear the door open behind me, two pairs of feet making their way to me. “Hey,” Alice plops down next to me as Jasper goes off the steps and stands in front of us. “What?” I say defensively, not giving them eye contact. “We understand-” “No, don’t even start that bullshit.” I scoff, “I get we’ve all been changed into a vampire.” I laugh at myself at how crazy that sounds. “I don’t get to experience high school anymore. I don’t get to enjoy sports or prom which I didn’t even want to go to but now that I’m dead I want to! Realizing that I have never got my happy ending. I never go to die old, I got it all taken away from me multiple times!” I wanted to scream, to feel my heart race or at least run out of breath as I talked but I got none of that. “[Name], look at me,” Alice says but I didn’t move an inch. “We have a proposal,” She tells me.

I hesitantly move to finally look at her, listening to what they have to say. “We thought about what you said. We all talked it out.” She glances over to Jasper, who ends up carrying on the conversation. “We’re going to allow you to see Charlie. But before you get excited we need to make sure you’re ready.” He tells me, my eyes light up, I sit up straighter and turn to Alice then back at him excitedly. “Really?” I grin.

“Yes, we are going to take you out of town. See how you do in a crowd.” He explains further, stepping closer and I stare up at him happily. Sliding my hands up his legs to his jean pockets. Well, not without having Alice on my lap. “I love you both. I’m sorry for saying I wished you killed me.” I lean my head on Alice’s shoulder.

The next day everyone ended up coming into the city with us. Well except Carlisle and Esme. But I had to cover up pretty well. Wearing a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap. I was trying to cover anything that could stand out. I had Jasper and Alice’s hands in mine as we started going into a crowded area. I feel like I should be having a reaction but I am not. I’m perfectly fine. It started to make me go back to the first time I met Alice and Jasper. My smell never bothered them. It only bothered James out of everyone. I let go of them and go further into the crowd. Breathing it all in.

 I can definitely smell a difference but not a difference that made me feral. I definitely am questioning things now. 

I glanced back to my family and I jumped up and down. Rosalie put her thumbs up as Emmett was chuckling. Even Edward smiled at me. Alice and Jasper seemed iffy but they brought me into their arms. “Let’s go make you look a little rough.” Rosalie steals me from my lovers. We race back to the house and she pulls my mask off for me. I gently take off my sunglasses. I get changed into my clothes from the day of the attack in Arizona. I also have to put contacts in of my original eye contact. We go outside and roughen up my hair a bit. We all stand outside. “Alright, we’ll see you later.” Alice skips over to me, pulling me into a kiss. Jasper comes in and forces me into a kiss as well and I laugh at the both of them. “Bella texted, they just got home,” Edward speaks up, and I push away from both of them. “Thank you,” I tell him and I wave everyone goodbye, emerging into the forest. Running through my familiar route to Charlie's house, to my house. 

I stop right before the road and I notice my dad in the window talking to someone on the phone. I slump my posture and head towards the house, I go up the steps and knock on the door. I patiently stand there, the door swings open with Bella smiling there. After a few seconds she calls out for Charlie. “Dad! Someone’s here for you!” She steps backwards and I hear fast footsteps. The fastest movements I’ve seen him make in a while.

“Huh? Who- [Name]!!” He immediately pulls me into his arms it was a tight hug and I feel tears dampen my shoulder. If I was still human I know I wouldn’t have been able to breathe against his hug so I acted like so. “Can’t breathe..” I tap his back as if I was struggling. “Right, sorry.” He wipes his tears, sniffling and he holds onto my shoulders. “Where have you been?” I shake my head, “I lost Bella, I tried to find my way and this guy tried following me and I got even more lost. I took taxis and um snuck onto a train trying to get here but I barely had any money.” I explain to him, pretending to wipe tears since I can’t actually anymore. “I’m so sorry.” I apologize but his eyes soften. “I’m just glad you’re alive and in my arms.” He tells me and if only he knew I was not alive.

“We need to call your mom and everyone else.” He excuses himself and I laugh in agreement. Bella comes up to me and hugs me. I breathe it in and I realize what they meant by her strong scent. It almost burnt my nose. “How did you convince them to do this?” She teases me and I shrug. “Honestly I don’t know.” I sort of lied, knowing it was because I dramatized how miserable I was. 

And the next three days my dad had taken me everywhere with him, not letting me out of his sight. Rene ended up coming to visit with me for two days of the three before having to leave being convinced by me that she should still live her life. 

They took me out to eat a lot which let me tell you, human food. Disgusting. Absolutely horrid. All it tasted like was sand, dry, dry sand. But I have to shovel it down like normal to seem well normal.

Everyone has been coming to visit me as well. Mike dropped by and it was definitely awkward. Right now I am with Jessica and Angela in my living room. Charlie has been outside making phone calls still to take down everything about me missing. “When we heard you were missing I like so thought you just ran away or something,” Jessica tells me and I press my lips together in response. “We’re just glad you’re okay.” Angela chimes in, going to take my hand but instead, I stand up. “Uh,” I clear my throat, “You guys want something to drink?” I smile.

“Water, please.” Jessica nods and so does Angela. “Me too.” I go into my kitchen and groan quietly right before listening in to their conversation. “She looks prettier than normal,” Jessica comments. “She’s always been pretty.” Angela tells her. “Yeah, whatever but she’s prettier. It’s strange.” She was practically thinking out loud and I snicker to myself.

I bring out their water to them and place them on the coffee table. “Are you still going to prom?” Jessica asks and Angela’s eyes widen. “She just went through something traumatic I’m sure-” “I’m going.” I cut her off and smile to let her know it was okay. “I don’t want to miss out on prom,” I say. 

“Good, we’ll have a blast.” Angela takes her water. “Do you have a date?” Jessica interjects and I stiffen a little bit. “Yeah, I’m going with Jasper and Alice.” I simply say. Normally I would have never admitted nor told anyone that we were going together but I genuinely just don’t care anymore and I don’t want to hide myself. Well, I have to in some aspects but in this one, I don’t. 

“So, a third wheel basically?” She questions and I shake my head. “I’m dating them. Both of them.” I breathe out as I watch their faces falter but quickly pick back up. 

“That’s different.” “Cute!” 

They both spoke at the same time and I just agree awkwardly. Jessica changes the subject which cleared the air a little bit better. I was internally grateful that it was all left on a good note even though I know Jessica was going to spread that to everyone. 

A few hours later Billy, Jacob, and Embry ended up coming over. We stood outside and they had practically jumped out of the car, lifting me up. I did my best to warm my body before they came. Wearing a thick sweater and jeans along with keeping my hands on a really hot coffee pot. 

“You have no idea how worried we were!” Jacob exclaims and I sheepishly rub the back of my neck after they put my back down. “Seriously everyone was on the lookout. You were on the flipping news.” Embry tells me and I nod. “You aren’t the only ones to tell me that.” I laugh.

I turn to Billy and my dad was behind him. “Hey, sweetheart.” 

“Hey, Billy.” I smile softly. “Boys, could you come to help me with something in the back?” Charlie conveniently asks and they follow him to the backyard. 

“You’re different,” Billy announces once they were all out of earshot and I glance back down to him. “I mean being a missing person does that to you.” I nervously say as if that could be obvious. “[Name] do not act stupid with me. I have known you for years.” He takes my hand and I watch for him to at least flinch but he doesn’t even react to the coldness of my skin. I think it only confirmed his thinking, disappointing him. “You’re still welcome on the reservation. Just promise not to become a monster.” His eyes sink into mine and I relax. “I promise,” I whisper. He lets go of my hand and the three come back laughing. 

The boys end up coming with me to pick up my prom dress and I’m surprised my dad let us go alone. He only seemed to trust Jacob and Billy the most around me. He had Alice and Jasper come over and he was stiff as a board. Finally knowing I was dating both of them instead of just Jasper. 

“So, where’s Bella?” Jacob asks me and I raise a brow. We had already gotten my dress and we were making our way back to Jacob’s vehicle. “Damn, I thought with me being missing for so long I’d actually come first.” I tease him and he stammers not meaning it like that. “I’m kidding. She’s somewhere with Edward.” I tell him and I notice him frown to himself. “Oh, cool cool.” He mumbles. Embry playfully shoves him and we end up hanging for the day. 

The day of prom. I’m helping Bella down the stairs as we had gotten ready in her room. She’s wearing a dark blue dress that has a v-line and ruffles down three times. I ended up wearing a deep dark red that hugged my curves tightly, it had long sleeves and it showed most of my back. I almost picked a pink dress but I decided to do me and not match with Angela. Plus I think it goes with the Monte Carlo theme. 

Edward takes Bella from me and I stand next to my lovers. “You look beautiful, darling,” Jasper whispers into my ear. I smile, kissing his cheek. “Alice lent me the dress. It was the only thing that would fit over my cast. Is it too-” “You’re perfect. I’ll take good care of her, chief.” Edward tells Charlie the last part. “Heard that before.” He says in a scoff. “Dad.” I hit him in the stomach. The three end up going outside and Bella and I stay back.

 

“I put two new pepper sprays in Bella’s bag.” 

“Dad,” Bella warns as I laugh shaking my head. “And… you both look beautiful.” 

Getting to the fancy place we walk in, looked arms and we meet up with Rosalie and Emmett. “Your dress is gorgeous.” Rosalie twirls me and i do the same to her. “You’re one to talk.” She grins, pulling me into a hug. 

We pull away and watch Edward and Bella walk into the doors. Rosalie’s demeanor changes but the rest of us wave to them. The night went on to be a blast with us five as we danced together. It felt good.

It felt right. 

It all felt… perfect.

The end of Twilight. New Moon is next!!! I hope you enjoyed this and you got to see part of my original writing works I guess. Thank you for reading:)

[luvscrazy]

"I can save you." Pt5

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem reader (Enemies to lovers)

Summary: (Preview if you wanna overlook the series idea, the quirk, and the timelines that will occur.) You were born with a medical quirk called Life-Link, which means you can transfer your vitality to others at any time. You decide to take it upon yourself to apply at U.A. What will happen with your non "Heroic" quirk, at this school? Will you achieve your dream of becoming a hero? or are you just useless, like you've been thinking?

Warnings: Minor Language. Mentions of death, most will be gory. (For future reference.)

Word Count: 842

Parts: Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4

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Defying the Doubts

💥Since this exercise was done we all walked back to the locker rooms. We changed out of our sweaty clothes and took a shower afterward. I kept thinking about the hot-headed blonde’s words. It's funny how he has a lot to say about me, even though I don’t even know his name. Once we’re all done the class meets up once again to go back to classroom 1B. The teacher goes over how starting from tomorrow we will be placed in dorms. 

💥I’ve seen the dorm building before, it's huge. It was built after mass destruction left by former battles between heroes and villains. The building is right next to class 1-A’s building. I have a lot to pack when I get home. I look over at Kendo and Shio, and they look back at me. Maybe they know something about the blonde boy who insulted me. I walk over to them and wave slightly. 

💥“Do you guys happen to know anything about that blonde explosion boy from class 1-A?” I ask. 

💥They both stare at me and blink a couple of times before nodding. 

💥Kendo is the first to speak up, “Yeah his name is Katsuki Bakugo. He scored highly on the entrance exam. Probably one of the best students in that class.” 

💥Shio chimes in after, “Yeah his quirk is very destructive and flashy. Why do you wanna know about him? Do you like him?”. 

💥A slight smirk lies on Shio’s face. My face turns into a disgusted impression. Him out of all people? No, never. 

💥“What no! Completely the opposite. He insulted me today and told me I wouldn’t make it as a hero with my type of quirk. He’s such an ass!”, I yell out. 

💥They laugh at my aggressiveness but nod and agree with my comment about him being an asshole. 

💥“You're completely right. He’s not the best communicator from what every one has seen. Don’t take his comment to heart, it isn’t true. Your quirk is very capable and you can bring people back to life! That is more than useful” " she assured. 

💥I nod and smile at her kind words, “You're right, thanks.”

💥She nods and gives me the “you're welcome” look. 

💥The final bell rings and classes are now over. I am one of the last people out the door, as I'm still trying to shove my books into my bag. I start walking out the front until I notice someone familiar standing at the entrance on their phone. Its Bakugo. I groan as I get closer to the entrance. 

💥“Doesn’t he know how to pull his pants up!”, I mumbled underneath my breath. 

Bakugo must have heard me as he looked over his shoulder and looked at me. 

💥“You said what now, Extra?”, He questions. 

💥His face is cold and his red eyes are piercing into my soul. 

💥“Nothing, mind your business”, I shrug him off. 

💥He rolls his eyes and his expression is serious and aggressive. 

💥“You said I need to pull my pants up. If you care so much why don’t you say it to my face”, He demanded. 

💥I rolled my eyes at him and his cold demeanor, “Okay. Pull your pants up.” 

💥He smirks and leans in closer to me, “Okay, you're confident. But don’t get too cocky, you're not gonna make it in this course. Someone like you with a quirk like that isn’t gonna get anywhere. Should’ve applied to nursing school, you’d fit in there. But here? You don’t fit in. Maybe trade your soul or whatever your power does with someone else to get a better power.” 

💥My eyes widen at his words. He smirks at me again and that tells me he means it. I feel a wave of anger come over me. Tears that I will keep hidden until he walks away. Then he starts walking away from me. I stand there and clutch my bag in my hand. 

💥“You asshole!”, I scream at him. 

💥He can hear me but decides to ignore me, and it pisses me off even more. When he’s out of my sight, the tears stream down my face. Damnit. I can’t let him get to me but it does, and it hurts. They keep rolling down my face until I get home. I stand in front of the door wipe my face with my uniform sleeve, and put on a smile. I walk in and greet everyone before heading upstairs to my room. The dinner that’s being made downstairs fills the air. It's delicious. I went into my closet and pulled out my suitcase. I pack all my outfits and spare uniforms. 

💥My jewelry, perfumes, and my makeup. I sit on my vanity. There's a younger picture of me framed and set on top of my vanity. I stare at it and smile. That’s my motive. She’s my motive. I'm my motive. To not give up, and become a great hero. Suddenly, all the things Bakugo said to me didn't matter. 

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[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 5

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,387

Part 4 ←→ Part 6

Masterlist

It wasn’t often Steve and Dustin ended up alone these days. After they had become friends and Dustin started bringing around the party it just made sense to always do things as a big group. Yet every once in a while they’d get lucky and have time just the two of them. Today was one of those days since Mike went home early to call El and Lucas was taking Max to the movies to distract her from having to move into the trailer park. That meant Dustin was the only one that needed to be picked up from school today. Which also left Dustin alone with Steve since Robin was working a solo shift at Family Video tonight. He could finally hound the boy in private about his recent observations. Observations he had to keep to himself all weekend in anticipation of getting alone time with the guy.

“So how long have you been crushing on Beth?” Dustin leisurely asked after Steve had gotten done telling him about his most recent shift at Family Video. It was so smooth Steve didn’t even realized what he was asking for a moment.

“Since the party she-… Wait. You tricked me” Steve turned and glared, in disbelief he had fallen so quickly into Dustin’s trap. Loosening him up so he wouldn’t notice when he asked. He knew he should’ve been concerned when he asked about his day.

“Look I felt like skipping over the whole denial part and getting to the good stuff” Dustin offered, arms crossing over his chest.

“How’d you even know?” Steve asked, annoyed he had to explain himself to a child about a girl he wasn’t even sure what to do with. He had never dated girls like her, and that wasn’t meant to be conceived as bigger. Most girls he dated were dumb, ditzy, and had fried brain cells from too much aqua net. All of them were like that except Nancy and he totally screwed that one up anyway. On top of that, what was even the correct thing to say to her? Most times he tried to convince her of her beauty she just denied him. He didn’t want to lie to her but he wanted her to know she was worth as much as those other girls despite being different. That kind of line could get blurry.

“When you brought her to the movies with us. You did that thing where your ears turn red because she touched your arm and complimented you. It was funny. She likes you too” Steve’s eyes widened as Dustin spit this information out at him. He wished the boy didn’t notice everything all the damn time.

“She does not like me. She would’ve agreed to get food with me instead of sit through that horrible horror movie” Steve said referring to the second Nightmare on Elm Street they watched. He hadn’t even seen the first one and the only good thing about it was Beth leaning closer to him when she got scared.

“She only wanted to watch the movie cause you freaked out when Mike suggested you were going on a date with her” Dustin told him because it was true. No girl in the world wants to see the guy they like panic over the thought of dating them. Especially a girl like Beth that has only ever been hurt by men.

“Shit, I obviously didn’t mean it like that” Steve said hitting the steering wheel lightly.

“Yeah but she took it like that. I wouldn’t want to go and talk to a guy for two hours either after he made it clear he doesn’t want to date me” Dustin told him and Steve sighed, parking in front of Dustin’s house.

“Damnit, I just don’t know what to do with her. She’s different, obviously not in a bad way. I just have no idea how to approach the situation, she doesn’t believe me when I flirt with her. I have no idea how to get her to understand I want to kiss the shit out of her” Dustin snickered lightly as Steve admitted to this, not bothering hiding how he feels about the girl anymore in front of the boy.

“Where did all these feelings come from, you just met her?” Dustin asked, confused how one night could change everything.

“That night we went to the party we had a lot of fun, I was so comfortable talking to her. Plus she looked so good, like an angel. Then I caught Colin saying mean things to her and next thing I know I was punching him and claiming her as my own. When I heard those vile things he was saying I realized I wanted to protect her forever” Dustin looked at him with wide eyes, the first time he was hearing about Steve actually punching the guy.

“You punched him, and won?” Steve rolled his eyes and shoved the boy lightly to which Dustin just laughed.

“We left and she just broke down. Cried in my arms in the middle of the street and all I could think about was how many times she had cried because of that asshole and never had anyone to hold her” Steve finished his spiel and Dustin nodded, taking in all the information he had finally gotten from him.

“Makes sense why I haven’t seen Colin call her a mean name in a while. Actually I don’t think he’s even gone near her. I just assumed he got the black eye from football” Dustin told him, knowing him and the Hellfire Club usually had a front row seat to Colin’s bullying in the lunchroom.

“Good, means that asshole listened to me when I said to never go near her again” Steve seethed, already getting worked up about the guy. Where did Colin think he was getting off treating a girl like that?

“Look, just ask her on a date. Make it clear it’s actually a date this time too. Just move slow about it. You would probably scare her off going full King Steve” Dustin told him now reaching for his backpack.

“Okay, let me talk to Robin. If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you” Steve said pointing at him and Dustin rolled his eyes before pushing open his door.

“Whatever, you screw it up with Beth I’ll kill you” Dustin told him back, already feeling protective over the girl because he knew what it was like to be treated differently because of your looks. Steve shook his head as Dustin got out the vehicle and slammed the door back shut before heading inside.

Steve drove off, towards the direction of Family Video, prepared to talk off Robins ear in hopes of getting advice about the girl. That was the plan until he pulled up outside of Family Video just to see the blue corvette parked outside. It was freshly washed, glimmering in the soft light of the autumn sun. He realized pretty soon Beth would have to put the car away, go a winter without it in order to protect it from rust. His BMW had always been important to him, he took care of it to the best of his abilities, but even he knew he didnt love his car like Beth loved hers. She loved so fiercely he wondered if that was why she hadn't allowed herself to be loved by anyone else, because she knew she would always love them more. His curiosity got the best of him and he pulled around the building to park in the back where he normally would during a shift. This way he could sneak in through the breakroom without alerting the girls.

"He showed up at your house?" Robin questioned, clearly unaware of the boy who wasn't supposed to be here since he wasn't currently working. Beth hadn't had a chance to talk to Robin since the series of events unfolded. Sunday Beth was worried about bothering her by calling and in school they didn't have a chance just the two of them to talk about it.

"Yeah I was working on my car and he just appeared in my driveway" Beth told her, leaning over the counter. She never wanted to be a girl to gossip about boys but it wasn't until now she realized how confusing boys could be.

"Then he asked you to go with him to take the kids to a movie?" to Beth Robin just seemed like a friend asking questions about what had went down over the weekend but Robin was curious because her and Steve hadn't planned on that. She was aware of most moves he was to make with Beth because it was her idea. He never brought up bringing her with the kids.

“Not exactly, he wanted to do something while they watched the movie but I said we should watch with them” Beth explained, having regretted it since she learned it was a horror movie. She didn’t sleep the entire night that night.

“Why would you do that, he clearly wanted to spend time with you?” Robin curiously asked, shoving some returns to the side that still needed to be put away.

“Well that’s what I thought until Mike suggested we were going on a date and you should’ve seen him freak out Rob. It was like even suggesting it was torture enough for him” Beth sighed, her head falling into her hands. This answer made Robin almost instantly fall into a glare. Steve's job was to mae Beth feel good about herself, acting horrified about going on a date with her clearly wouldn't help that.

"Maybe you just took it wrong, sometimes Steve is an idiot. Trust me, I would know" Robin comforted, her hand falling on the girls shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"I dont know, I just feel stupid. I used to hate all the pretty girls that went in and out of that BMW like clockwork and now here I am, one of them" Beth groaned, feeling silly for allowing any feelings for Steve to seep in at all because she still hadn't forgiven him for what he had done. All those simple conversations made it easy to pretend but at the end of the day you could never really take a way the kind of harm he had done.

"You're not one of them Beth, no girl gets invitied into the BMW more than once these days. He's the one that showed up at your house, invited you to tag along with him. He probably panicked because he didn't want the kids teasing you guys if you did go on a date" Robin explained because she had seen how Steve was with the kids. There was a time they did it around her, Steve panicking about them suggesting a relationship between the two. That was because they didn't know she was gay. Hell she wasn't even sure Beth really knew.

"I just shouldn't of let him get close Robin, I've been out of my safety bubble too long. If I let this go on any longer all thats gonna happen is getting hurt and being reminded fat girls don't deserve that kind of love. I have to take a step back" Steve's heart dropped as he heard this confession from the back room. That was when he realized he couldn't be shy about this crush he had on her. No waiting around for hints she likes him back. Beth deserved to be pursued and he was gonna pursue the hell out of her. So he rushed back out the back door, hopped in his car, and sped back to the front of the building.

The bells on the door were hit so hard from his entrance they barely jingled, just a loud chime clambering into the wall as Steve rushed in. The wind from his stride making the Phoebe Cates cutout flutter slightly. Both girls jumped, too deep in their serious conversaton to be prepaed for such entrance. After all no one was ever that in a hurry to rent a movie. Once Beth saw it was Steve her heart calmed but Robin knew he had been listening. The stupid dingus had been eavesdropping from the back room. This was the only answer especially since Steve never cared to move so fast ever, even when he was clocked in.

"Steve we were just talki-"

"Will you go on a date with me? Saturday night, 6pm sharp, at Enzo's. I'll pick you up" Beth stared at the boy, eyes wide by his abruptness. Robin rolled her eyes, his answer enough to confirm he was spying on the two.

"You want to go on a date with me?" Beth finally muttered out, her heart racing so fast she swore they both could hear it.

"Yes Beth, because you deserve to be pursued and I want to pursue you. So we're gonna go on a real date, away from the kids, away from Robin, away from highschool assholes like Colin Matterson, who couldn’t be decent enough to take whatever snotty cheerleader he's dating this week to Enzo's, and we're going to have a damn good time. So, will you go on a date with me?" his small spech had left both Beth and Robin shocked but finally after a beat Beth nodded.

"Yeah, okay" a large smile broke across the boys face as she agreed. This wasn't just for Beth anymore, this was for him because he really liked Beth. It may have been unexpected but he was going to do the best he could to get to know her for real. So much for not going full King Steve.

"Perfect, I can’t wait" he told her with a dopey grin before turning and walking back out of the building. The minute he was alone in his car he let out the breath he was holding out. That had been the first time since Nancy that he had been nervous to ask a girl out. Hopefully it wouldn’t end the way it did with her.

“Did that just happen?” Beth asked, unable to keep a smile off her face. Robin glanced at her nervously, unsure of Steves true intentions, praying this would go her way.

“I think it just did”

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MY CHARMED ONE [8]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: coarse language, descriptions of injury, hospitalisation, angst, fluff

In which Capri suffers from an injury that would affect her future

“Still nothing?” Your Dad asks.

“Nothing.” You sigh, “You?”

“Her Mom’s phone went straight to voicemail. Her Dad’s phone wasn’t even on.”

“Alright- I popped by Capri’s, no one’s home.” Darby announced.

“No one’s seen her? Not even James?”

Darby shook her head sadly. “Damn it I should’ve just went to school today.”

“I didn’t even see her.”

“What?” You nearly dropped your phone. “She said she was in school and would give me my homework for the day. After cheerleading- oh, crap.”

“What, what’s wrong?” Your Dad asks worriedly.

“Hey, Piper?” You got up and walked to the kitchen, “I haven’t heard from Capri since this morning. Is she alright?”

“No one told you anything yet? Shit, I’m so sorry- Capri got hurt at cheer practice. She’s in the hospital.”

“What happened? Is she okay? Like- is she awake-”

“She’s awake, she just has a broken wrist. And a sprained ACL.”

“Oh, thank God.” You huffed, “Which hospital is she at? Okay, thanks Taylor.”

“I can take you there, honey.” Your Dad offers. “No, it’s okay Dad. You have your work to do- I can take her.” Darby offered.

“Okay.” He shrugged, “Update me. And tell her I said hi.”

“Yeah, yeah. Bye, Dad.”

Once you two got to the hospital, you practically ran to the room where the nurse told you Capri was. You didn’t even bother knocking and just entered. “Oh, my God. I was so worried.” You instantly went to her side, sitting down on the plastic chair.

“I’ll be okay.” She places a hand on yours, “I just needed some time to process everything.”

Her eyes…they were so red. She’d been crying.

You cup her cheek, caressing it with your thumb, “It’s alright, Capri. What happened?” You asked her mother.

“I landed awkwardly, broke my wrist and my ACL is torn.” She said with a sniffle.

Something else wasn’t right- Capri seemed oddly calm…or was she just all cried out? Sustaining an injury like this meant that cheer was no longer in her future.

“Taylor told me it was a sprain.” You glanced at her Mom.

“The doctors did a more thorough check because of the intensity of her symptoms and it wasn’t just a sprain.” Her Mom explained.

Oh, fuck.

“I’m gonna give you girls a minute. I’ll be in the cafeteria for a bit to get something to eat.” Her Mom says, coming over to kiss Capri on the head before she leaves, “You guys want anything?”

Capri shook her head, you said no. So, her Mom leaves. Once that door closes, you watched Capri closely, expecting the waterworks to begin. And they did. You hugged her as she wept, rubbing her back to provide her with some comfort.

Everything she’s worked for her whole life was taken away from her suddenly. Her whole life was to change from here on out- her goals and dreams? Shattered.

“I just- I don’t know what I should do, y/n. I don’t have to work for the cheer scholarship anymore, and I just-” She began shakily, “What do I do then? All I’ve been working for was for cheer.”

“Capri, right now. Just focus on yourself- getting better, getting stronger.” You told her, “In life, a lot of things will change and we can never be fully prepared for everything. You get good grades, you’re really smart…you’re gonna do just fine no matter which path you end up taking.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Baby, I know you. And I know that you always fall and get back up. You’re feisty. You don’t give up- you always figure it out.”

“What if I don’t this time?” She snivelled.

“And that’s okay too. We’ll take things as they come- focus on what we do have. I’m always gonna be by your side.” You pulled away from the embrace slowly, wiping her tears away, “I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to have your life flipped upside down so suddenly. But we have our whole lives ahead of us.”

“I’m sorry.” She lays back down against the pillow, “I’m just in a lot of pain right now and so frustrated because everything is gone…as much as I feel freer because I don’t have cheer to stress me out, I also disappointed my parents.”

“Honey…” You grabbed her good hand, “Don’t ever say that. None of this is your fault-”

“Isn’t it, though? I have powers now…don’t you think I could’ve at least done something to make sure it wasn’t this bad?”

“Capri…please don’t blame yourself. No one could’ve expected this. Much less you- being the one experiencing the fall.”

“Thank you, baby.” Capri exhales, “I guess I just need some time to let everything settle down.”

“Of course, babe. Whatever you need. Take all the time you need, alright? The sport’s been a big part of your life.”

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“Girls, you’re back. How’s Capri?” Your Dad was tidying the place up.

“Broken wrist, torn ACL. So no more cheer for her.” Darby answered on your behalf, “She’s upset and understandably so- but we believe she’ll be okay with time.”

“Honey, are you okay?” Your Dad asks you.

“I will. Just that seeing her like that- crying and crying…it messed with my head a little. It was just hard to watch.” You admitted. He hugs you, “I’ll bet. How about you go wash up and we’ll go get some ice cream, hm? How’s that?”

“Okay.”

“Alright, attagirl.” He rubs your back and gave you a gentle nudge towards the stairs. Once you’d gone upstairs, he and Darby talked. “The things have just happened, so it’s normal for them to be upset. But you know, they’ll be okay.”

“Of course, hun. I just- can’t imagine Capri not doing cheer.” Your Dad replies quietly.

“Me neither, but nothing compares to what she herself must be feeling. It is a painful injury.” Darby sighs.

“Do you wanna join us for ice cream?”

“I’m actually going to dinner with Alex, remember? I’m meeting his parents.”

“Oh, right. You mentioned that a few days ago.” Your Dad recalls, “Good luck, sweetheart. Have a good time, though.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Darby gives him a hug then went upstairs as well to get ready. After you were done getting changed, you and your Dad took a drive to your favourite ice cream parlour. “I really appreciate you doing this for me, Dad.”

“Don’t even mention it, sweetheart. We all need a little treat sometimes.”

You gave Capri the time and space she needed that night and she texts you the next morning just as she’d promised- right before she went for the surgery to reconstruct her ACL. She sent you a voice memo and there was no way in hell she’d fake her emotions this way- she’s never had. So you knew she was okay despite admitting to being scared to go under- you would be too. But, after surgery, Capri was allowed to go home. And when she did get home, she called and asked if you could go over. After letting your Dad know, you were off.

Capri’s mom let you in and gave you a hug. “She’s right there on the couch.”

“Okay.” You nod, heading for the living area immediately. “Hi, you.”

“Hey.” She smiles when she sees you, puckering up her lips for a kiss, “Missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

“I’m high.” She revealed out of the blue. You bit back a laugh. “She is. She’s on a pretty strong pain medication right now.” Her mother chuckled, “It’s okay, you can laugh. She’s been saying some really ridiculous things.”

“Hey!” Capri gasped, offended.

“You have, honey. Okay, I’m gonna be going to the grocery store in a few, you want me to pick up anything, you two?”

Capri giggles, “Can you get me pudding cups? Banana flavoured.”

“Of course.” Her Mom agrees. “y/n, why don’t you stay for dinner tonight, hm?”

“Sure, if you guys want me to.” You shrugged.

Her Mom confirmed, “Mhm.”

“Okay, then I will.” You agreed. As her Mom headed out, you suddenly remembered you had something for Capri in your purse, “It’s not much, but I stopped on my way over here to get you your favourite cookies from the place we go to.”

“Aw.” Her face lit up with a smile, “Baby, thank you so much.”

“Anything to see you smile.” You chuckled.

“You’re pretty.” She grins.

“Okay, honey. Thank you.” You guffawed.

“You are~” She proceeds to poke you in the cheek, “I’m so lucky. And I’m so high.”

“We know that, honey.” You kinda just let her do what she wanted- poking your cheek then cupping it in her hand. “My Mom says it’s okay if I can’t do cheer anymore…my Dad too.”

“Oh?” That was relief.

“I mean, technically…” She bites into the cookie, “I can, but the risk of getting hurt again? Capri Donahue is not a dumbass, no. I can find something else to do. In fact…I think I already have.”

“What is it?”

“Fashion, maybe baking.” Capri chuckles airily, taking a very close look at the partially eaten cookie. “No, but really, fashion or art.”

“Huh. You were always pretty good at sewing and stuff.”

“Right.” Capri nodded, “You want some?”

“No, babe. It’s okay, it’s for you.”

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Anthology reading

Hey all! I’m really sick so need some writing therapy! Here’s some short stories with Dick and Jason

Prom Queen

Jason x Female reader

February was always a strange month for you as the weather could never work out if it wanted to scold or not, the milder days were better for you. The cold nights were even better as you could stay tangled with Jason in bed.

Today was one of those milder days but something kept making you feel a chill, you weren’t sure if it was the sudden drop from the AC in the store or the fact that you had seen someone you hoped you’d never see again.

‘Y/n, oh my Lord, it’s been so long how are?’ Jessica spoke with a smile as she approached you.

‘Jess, hi, it has been so long. I’m great how are you?’ You kept up a friendly tone, even though in your head you were thinking at 100mph on how to escape.

Jessica was prom Queen, popular, skinny, pretty and you were none of those things in high school. In fact you were the outcast who would rather sit and read history books than party with the jocks.

‘So what you been up to since high school Miss?’ Jessica asked, never dropping her smile.

‘Mrs, Mrs Todd’ you chuckled, Jessica looked surprised.

‘You’re married?’ She asked almost in disbelief as you showed her the wedding band and diamond ring on your left hand.

‘Two years soon, what about you? Married? Kids?’ You asked as Jessica’s smile vanished.

‘No, no luck for my love life. I’m still single and guys aren’t all that great to me if I’m honest. Think me trying to hold onto that party girl I was isn’t helping, also not a good idea to sleep with the guy on the first date’ Jessica joked, there was a hint of sadness in her voice.

‘Better to work it slow, guys won’t come for more if you give it all away’ you said as Jessica shrugged, grabbing a carton of milk from the fridge.

‘I guess, so you shopping alone?’ Jessica asked as you shook your head, seeing Jason approaching.

Jason came over and gave you a quick peck on the cheek as he dumped fruit and veg in the shopping cart, Jessica watching on.

‘Oh Jess this is Jason my Husband, Jason this is Jessica. We used to go to school together’ you introduced the two as Jason smiled.

Jessica checked Jason out as he said hello and went to get some cleaning supplies from a different aisle.

‘Well, who’d a thought? Y/n your Husband is…you’re a lucky girl’ Jessica spoke, you smiled.

‘Anyway, it was good seeing you’ you said as you walked with your shopping cart away from Jessica.

You just wished you hadn’t of seen her, or that she didn’t see you. Should’ve just played dumb and pretend you didn’t know her.

Though it was pretty priceless to know the Prom Queen and pretty popular girl has been beaten, by you. The quiet girl.

The little sister

Jason Todd x Female Reader

Jason Todd, boy wonder, Red Hood … whatever people were calling him these days. You’d just had enough of him catcalling you.

Dick and Hank were best friends with your older brother, so it only made sense that Dick’s annoying younger brother Jason would come along.

It was during summer break and you were staying with you older brother, Oscar. He was like your other parent and the two of you were really close. He had a big house and a pool, so summers at his were always great.

Dick, Hank and Oscar were in the pool outside while Jason lay on the sun lounger, drinking beer.

The last time Jason saw you it was Winter so you were wearing layers, but now he was seeing you in less.

You walked out of the house in nothing but a swimsuit, Red and figure hugging. Jason started choking on his drink and coughing, you looked at him concerned.

‘You ok Jason?’ You asked, Jason nodded as he smiled.

You hadn’t noticed the fact that Jason kept checking you out every chance he got, until you were sitting at the table outside reading.

Jason caught your eye when you could feel his on you, by this time he was in the pool. Wearing only his swimming trunks.

The older boys were out getting drinks together while you stayed to relax, Jason staying to do the same. Only that wasn’t his plan, not completely.

‘Stop staring at me’ you broke the silence, Jason smiled softly as he pulled himself out of the pool and sat on the edge, kicking his legs in the water.

‘Can’t help, you so pretty’

‘You don’t need to keep staring, it’s not a compliment it’s creepy’ you said, going back to your book.

‘That hurts my feelings’ Jason said, mocking offence.

‘Suffer’ you said monotone, Jason chuckled as he walked over to you.

You didn’t deny the fact you checked him out too but you didn’t make it obvious, there was much to be intrigued about. His curly hair, abs, the fact that he was a bit of a bad boy and dangerous. Something that always seemed to attract you.

‘Come on y/n just admit, you like me’ Jason smiled, his torso in your eye like as he stood in front of you.

‘You’re cute’ you said, looking in his eye for a second then returning to your book.

‘Just cute?’

You placed your bookmark in place then closed your book, standing up you went to walk away.

Jason grabbed your hand and pulled you back towards him and planted a deep kiss on your lips. A kiss to which you didn’t break, you placed your hands on his face and deepened it.

You pulled away from the kiss to see Jason smiling brightly, you chuckled.

‘Ok fine, you’re not cute you’re gorgeous. Can I have my hand back please?’ You asked as Jason let go.

Jason watched you as you walked away and bit his bottom lip. You had a thing for the bad boy, and he had a thing for the little sister.

Stay Home

Dick Grayson x GN reader

The sun came up at a threatening angle as it hit you, you didn’t want it to be morning yet as it meant you’d have to get up.

You checked and your alarm wasn’t due for another 5 minutes, which meant you could try and sleep for a bit more.

Dick’s arm remained around your waist as he grumbled at the sound, your alarm was going off already.

‘Ugh 5 more minutes’ you croaked, hitting the snooze button and rolling over to go back to sleep.

Only prolonging the process of waking up and knowing you would be annoyed you’ve woke up later, therefore having to rush getting ready.

You rolled out of bed in just your underwear and a t shirt that was massive on you, one of Dick’s that you stole, shivering as you walked around looking for some clothes.

‘Morning’ Dick smiled as he watched you, you smiled back.

‘Morning, go back to sleep’ you spoke softly as you kissed Dick’s cheek.

You shivered more as you went to walk into the bathroom, Dick’s arm stopping you from going further as he placed a hand on your head.

‘You have a fever y/n, are you sick?’ Dick asked concerned and he placed a hand on your cheek.

‘Nothing a hard day at work won’t fix’ you smiled, Dick shook his head and took your hand.

‘Back to bed, you’re not going to work if you’re ill babe, you need to rest and get better’ he said, you went to walk into the bathroom but Dick lifted you up.

‘Nope’ he laughed as he carried you to bed, pinning you down.

‘Fine, I’ll stay in bed. Can I call my boss at least?’ You asked, Dick chuckled as he handed you your phone.

Kissing you as he got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen.

Of course Dick got what you have but it was something that was going to happen, and of course you both took care of each other.

Nightwing and ‘Nightwing’

Dick x fem reader

Dick sat staring at your dog who sat on his lap and never moved, loving the attention and the fuss he was getting.

‘Nightwing, you want some dinner?’ You asked as your dog bounced off of your boyfriends lap and into the kitchen with you.

Dick always found it hilarious that your dogs name is his, at least his night name. He always found it sweet, especially since you named the dog that before you two even met.

‘Why’d you name your dog Nightwing anyway?’ Dick asked you as he walked into the kitchen, where you placed the dogs dinner down for him.

‘Why not? It was that or rolly’ you chuckled, Dick kissed you spontaneously as you deepened it.

‘What was that for?’ You asked, Dick just smiled as he kissed you again.

‘I just felt like showing some love’ he smiled.

The last one is short I know, also haven’t proof read so forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes!

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15 lines of dialogue: Ayden 🐾

1. “Umm okay sure. But, how exactly are you going to convince them to have dinner with us? They never do. They’re either at the office or in the home office or sleeping or— do they even eat? Did they used to eat before you guys adopted me?” He joked as neither of them really liked to talk about their parents or the lack of their presence.

2. “Please? They’re talking about firing me for leaving early everyday and I always get bored during the last half.”

“And that’s my issue… why? Quit leaving early!”

3. For the first time since being in here, Celia had finally laughed. “Ayden, you’ve gotten just a wee bit fruitier since the last time we’ve talked, haven’t you?”

“A little. But it’s growth. Girls weren’t really my thing I guess. What can I say? I’m growing with the times. Unlike you know who.”

“I’m standing right behind you.”

“Oh good, so you know I meant you.” Ayden quipped. He’d gotten much funnier since the last time they’d seen him.

4. “I’m 17. Not a kid. Celia, carry me?” Ayden pouted, giving her puppy dog eyes.

5. “We already know his,” Kori nodded in the direction of Greyson.

“Hard not to when you’ve almost burnt the school down on countless occasions.”

“Yeah and what do you know?”

“Oh I know a lot. Hinote ‘Greyson’ Takahashi. Graduated valedictorian with a 4.5 GPA much to your mother’s dismay. Would have graduated 2 years early had you not been suspended so much. Vandalism, pranks, bullying, so many fire alarms set off by your doing. The fact you might have given someone the clap. I could go on,” Ayden grinned ear to ear with a cheeky smile as if he hadn’t just disclosed Grey’s entire life story to the entire table.

“Please go on. But before you do, remember, I know where your sister lives and subsequently, I know where you live. And no, I didn’t give anyone the damn clap so check your sources on that one.”

“I know. I was the one who spread that rumour. You’re a virgin.”

“That was you?!” Greyson tried to grab Ayden had Summer not pushed him back into his seat.

6. “That’s because you’re money hungry. Ayden, just drop it. Don’t mention anything this weekend. Please?”

“Fine. 30 credits and I won’t say anything today. Just today.”

“I’m not paying my baby brother not to say anything. I live with you, remember? You say anything and I can make life hell.” She had a dark look in her eyes. She’s not joking. She knew all of his fears so the possibilities were endless.

“Okay, when I said 30 credits, I was kiddinggg! Of course, I was kidding. Your secret’s safe with me.”

7. “Any other questions before we leave?”

“What are we supposed to be eating tonight?”

“Ayden.”

“What! This is an important question.

8. “I should probably start breakfast since people are waking up now.”

“Really? Thank God, I’ve been starving since I woke up.”

“You should’ve said something earlier then.”

“Greyson, my priorities will always lie with seeing shirtless men before I ever consider eating. That’s a compliment by the way.”

“Thank you I think?”

9. I would’ve gotten up earlier but.. let’s just say yesterday was a mess.”

“That’s reassuring. So are you done being a moody aloof teenager then?”

Ayden rolled his eyes. “Something like that I guess. I just had some internal stuff going on. It hasn’t completely faded but, I’ve been granted with a gift not even Jesus himself could ignore.”

“Also reassuring.”

“I can’t say anything right now. But keep an ear out,” He slid out of bed and took his bag with him into the bathroom. The water cut on, signifying the beginning of a shower.

10. “Which one is mine?” He asked as he slid into the lone seat beside him.

Ayden gave a confused head cock to the side as one of his eyebrows raised as if it was ridiculous for Greyson to even ask him such a question. “None of them..? I’m eating all of this.. Go grab your own food if you’re hungry.”

“Really? You’re eating all of this? Right now?” Grey asked incredulously as he mentally counted the number of plates sitting on the table.

“Greyson, I’m a shapeshifter. My metabolism is 9 times faster than yours. I’m going to eat all this and still be hungry in an hour. Go, before the line gets any longer,” Ayden nodded off towards the breakfast line that had twice as many people now than when he sat down.

“Fine. Nice to know this is how I’m repaid after cooking you breakfast, lunch, and dinner for an entire weekend like a servant.”

“It’s tough being on the other side of things, isn’t it?” He asked as he chewed through a mouth full of eggs.

11. “She’s like a girl version of Ayden,” Celia said.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Ayden exclaimed.

“Which part are you confused by?”

“I’m not confused, I’m offended you guys think I’m a brat.”

Greyson gave a scoffed laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”

“What was that huffing fit you were having for like two, three days?” Kori asked, finding that statement laughable even without outside context.

“I was coping with my losses.”

12. Greyson looked back for himself and closed the door behind him. “You wanna take a walk with me?” There was a quick whipping sound coming from behind him, an excited tail now attached. “That looks like a yes.”

“Don’t be demeaning, Greyson.”

“So you don’t wanna take a walk then?”

“..No I do.”

Grey laughed and ruffled the top of his head. “Cool then get your shoes on, I’ll meet you outside.”

13. Ayden had heard enough. He walked up to Celia’s side, breaking through the men that surrounded her. “Watch your mouth when you’re talking to her. Her spit is worth more than your entire existence.”

14. A: It wouldn’t surprise me. Bow was a major sl— Ayden deleted the message he was about to send.

15. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already. Tap into that animalistic spirit.”

“I don’t know what that means!” Ayden huffed, joining them finally. He took a moment to heave, his lungs already pushed to their limit. “How can you expect me to run with no meal?”

“Do you know what I have for breakfast in the early morning?”

“Don’t tell me—“

“My breakfast is the adrenaline of life. Chasing after the rush. It always fills my hunger.”

“Yeah well, ‘adrenaline’ isn’t a substantial food item that can be chewed and swallowed.”

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Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #2: Localization F%#ks!

The episode opens with Cooke was busy fixing a drill. *just like Korvo did in the first episode*

Shlorpian Cooke: Dig dang it! *uses the fixer* stupid thing!

Sandra: *an Earth-4 neighbor* Mmm, build better drills Cooke. Work those red arms.

Shlorpian Frankie: Hey! He’s mine you seducing bitch!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah! Stop addressing me your eyes Sandra! That is fucking creepy!

Human Korvo shows up

Human Korvo: Excuse me, the Replicants missed the bus. Can you take them to school? Terry and I have stuff to do. *notices Sonya is not here and sighs* Where the hell is Sonya?

Sonya is then heard screaming. Human Korvo gasps.

Human Korvo: Sonya?! Hang on Sonya, daddy’s coming.

The rest of the family rushes back inside only to gasp in shock. Sonya is now a replicant, grinning in joy upon seeing her transformation.

Replicant Sonya: This is awesome!

Human Solars: Sonya?

Replicant Sonya: Guys! Guys! I’m a Replicant and I got two toes!

Human Korvo laughs

Human Korvo: Aw, you still look pretty honey. Even as a Replicant. You’re even a Shlorpian just like your dads and older siblings.

Replicant Sonya giggles

Human Terry: Hey come you guys missed the bus? You’re gonna be late!

Replicant Stacy G: We didn’t miss it! They purposely skipped our house!

Human Korvo: I'm sure it was an accident.

Replicant Stacy G: Ugh! The bus driver hates us because I accidentally made an explosion in the sample override with my electric hair groomer!

Replicant Sonya: Can we please go? Home room is when I decided which boy I’m gonna crush on for the day!

Shlorpian Cooke: Seriously?! Does the dog park seem so important to you today?!

Human Terry: Yeah. It's where Korvo and I are gonna have our date.

Human Korvo smiles and blushes.

Shlorpian Cooke: I’m busy.

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Oh come on Cooke. Don’t be like that.

Shlorpian Cooke: Well one of you guys should be helping me construct our drill!

Human Korvo: Come on Cooke. I just got into dog parks. Terry and I don’t want to miss the labordoodles.

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh is the dog park more important than Nikol Aloid so he can help turn us back to normal!

Human Terry: Uh I don’t know Cooke. Could Nikol Aloid catch a frisbee in the air?

Shlorpian Cooke: You won’t know until we get there! You know sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who is having a terrible time on this planet.

Human Korvo: Well I don’t blame you. I was the one who wanted to land here.

Shlorpian Cooke: Well your stupid scanners didn’t indicate it was craphold without a single redeeming value, Korvo! We have been stranded here for two months! How is that not a problem for all off you? *heads inside the drill*

Human Korvo sighs

Human Korvo: This won’t end well like last time with the drill.

Human Terry: Yeah. It won't...

Shlorpian Cooke started the drill. The drill’s reactions ends up causing devastation around Earth-4 as the residents run for their lives. Shlorpian Cooke made it to the core and uses a claw to grab a sample.

Shlorpian Cooke: *leans the cran over* Okay… alright… come to papa… *suddenly lavas spews into the cockpit* Oh no! No no no no no! *lava burns his legs and screams in pain*

Shlorpian Cooke teleports back to the surface. Earth-4 dogs and Human Pupa appears and starts licking him as Human Korvo and Human Terry gives him a dismayed and annoyed look.

Human Korvo: *deadpanned* I warned ya!

Shlorpian Cooke growls

Shlorpain Randall: Wow! You guys should’ve seen that dog park that looks like the one back on Earth! *looks down at the puppies* You cute puppies love those nubs? You like to like them, yes you do?

Human Terry notices Human Korvo's distress

Human Terry: Korv? What's wrong?

Human Korvo: Hmm?

Human Terry: You look upset. Wanna talk?

Human Korvo sighs sadly and nods. The two human husbands head inside and turn into their Shlorpian forms.

Terry: Honey, are you okay? What is it you want to tell me?

Korvo: I can't believe all this happened...I don't know what to do. It's bad enough I'm pregnant- *covers mouth in shock*

Terry: Wh-what?

Korvo sighs

Korvo: I'm pregnant. I know you're probably mad but-

Terry: *gasp in joy* Oh my God! We’re having a baby! I am so happy for you! *kisses Korvo on the lips as Korvo smiles*

Korvo giggles and moans lovingly

Korvo: Thank you Terry. *sighs* But I am still not giving up hope! I must do whatever it takes to get our friends back to normal!

Terry: That's the Korvo I know.

The two alien husbands kiss again. The scene then cuts to school where the Replicants are walking through the halls.

Replicant Stacy G: You ever have the feeling everyone thinks we're weird.

Human Jesse: Of course not. This school might be better than our old one.

Suddenly, Replicant Stacy G gets hit by a spitball.

Sidney: Go back to Earth, you former human shit!

Human Jesse: Hey! Don’t talk to my GF like that!

Human Yumyulack gets hit by a spit ball

Replicant Sonya: Hey! Don’t do that to my big brother you jerk! *kicks Sidney in the leg*

Sidney: Ow! Why you little psychotic-

Human Jesse then punches Sidney in the nose like violently protective girlfriend and sister she is.

Human Jesse: Fuck off!

Human Yumyulack: Yeah! That’s right! Now get!

Sidney and the rest of the bullies run off in fear.

Replicant Stacy G: Man, is that how you guys felt back on Earth?

Human Jesse: Yep.

Miss Cranberry: Are you humans and Shlorpians fighting the hall? *suddenly reveals to be nicer and sweet* Why don’t you four take anger management class?

The scene then cuts to Replicant Stacy G venting while the human Replicants and Replicant Sonya watch

Replicant Stacy G: And not only did Victoria Limburger humiliate me today at home economics, but she also stole my spot at the spot for voting for prom Queen! *screams in rage and breaks a vase*

Human Jesse smiles as she blushes and sighs lovingly at her girlfriend’s rage.

Human Jesse: I love it when she gets angry…

The scene then cuts back to the house where Shlorpian Cooke’s foot is starting to regrow.

Korvo: *walks in* Looking good.

Shlorpian Cooke: Thanks. *notices Korvo’s pregnant belly* What the fuck happened to you?!

Korvo: Uh...well...

Terry: Korvy is pregnant!

Shlorpian Cooke: What?! How is that-

Korvo: Well to be honest, this is a new thing. There hasn’t been records of this back on Shlorp.

Korvo starts weeping

Terry: Oh honey what’s wrong?

Korvo: *weeping* I've never been pregnant before. I don't know what to do!

Terry: Hey hey shh… it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.

Korvo: *eyes turn aquamarine* NO! IT'S NOT OKAY!

Terry: *gasp* Oh shit honey… *whispering* You eyes.

Korvo gasps and shakes his head, causing his eyes to turn back to normal.

Korvo: *takes a deep breath then his fingertips turning black* Uh… be right back!

Korvo and Terry rush to the bathroom as Korvo falls to his knees

Terry: Honey, are you about to-

Korvo turns black and then grows bigger and muscular as he rips apart his robe after stretching his back. Then, his horns pop out on his head and his voice becomes distorted. After receiving his bat wings, Korvo roars and fully becomes a Super Shlorpian. Then, he breaks down in tears while holding his pregnant belly.

Super Shlorpian korvo: *tearfully* What am I gonna do?!

Terry: Hey it’s okay. The new baby is gonna be amazing and don’t worry. We’ll wait until it is the right time to tell the gang about your Super Shlorpian form. Besides, you know we always wanted to have a baby since we got married…

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah...but what if-

Terry: Listen.

Super Shlorpian Korvo sniffles as Terry put his hand on Korvo’s.

Terry: I know things have been happening so fast. And I know you’re having a hard time turning the humans back to normal. But, it’s gonna be okay. With all of the family together, we got this. I don’t know what this new life is gonna bring, but whatever comes, we’ll get through it. Together.

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles tearfully

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh Terry.

The two husbands kiss and moan lovingly as they start having sex. The scene then cuts to the Principal Mowbar’s office where the Replicants are in.

Principal Mowbar: Well, one to be fair, it’s okay for to have sci-fi since this is a free country planet. And two, we are really amazed by your grades.

Replicant Sonya: Wait? So we’re not in trouble?

Principal Mowbar: *chuckles* Of course not.

Miss Cranberry: Well to be honest, it wasn’t fair for these girls to bully you. *gets out a folder* Plus, your grades are really improving. Especially for you three Solar siblings.

Human Jesse smiles.

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Replicant Sonya: Thanks Miss Cranberry.

Miss Cranberry: Plus Jesse, we are very amazed by your report based on your favorite creature… the… Mundane?

Principal Mowbar: Yeah. We haven’t heard about this in awhile. How did you know about this interesting monster?

Human Jesse: Oh… since I was a baby… when I was still a baby, I was playing in my crib…

A flashback plays as baby Jesse plays with her hangar. Terry approaches her.

Terry: Hey there Jesse-bear… how’s my cute baby doing? *tickles baby Jesse’s belly*

Baby Jesse: *coos and touches Terry's face*

Suddenly, Terry hears something and puts baby Jesse down in her crib as she coos. Terry kisses baby Jesse on the forehead and leaves as he runs out of the apartment.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* Suddenly, Terry left. And I was still fiddling around.

An hour later, Baby Jesse is fast asleep. Until, suddenly, baby Jesse heard a growling sound and crawls out her crib and starts crawling.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* An hour passed and Terry still hasn’t come back… *baby Jesse laughs as she tries to reach for her favorite teddy bear* Until, I heard the Mundane!

A roar is heard

Baby Jesse: *gets confused and babbles*

Baby Jesse kept crawling to the teddy as she gets up on the couch and laughs. But then, she heard the roar again.

Human Jesse: *voiceover* I tried to ignore the roaring at first...but then...

Baby Jesse finally reaches for the teddy as she laughs and squeaks it.

Mundane: *roars*

Baby Jesse turns around and sees the Mundane

Baby Jesse: *babbles*

Mundane: *roars*

Baby Jesse: *squeals in joy and starts coming up to it*

The Mundane grunts in confusion

Baby Jesse: *stands up after dropping her teddy bear and starts to stand up as she tries walking towards the Mundane*

The Mundane gasps and picks up Baby Jesse

Baby Jesse: *giggles as she touches the Mundane’s face but then starts getting fussy*

Human Jesse: *voiceover* I started to get fussy but then suddenly, he starts soothing and cradling me…

Mundane: Shh… shh…

Baby Jesse stops crying and whimpers

Mundane: *muffling comforting voice*

The flashback ends

Human Jesse: Then after that, the Mundane was gone and I was suddenly on the floor in Terry’s arms. I never saw the creature again for years.

Miss Cranberry: Very fascinating. It’s great to know you have some guardians to keep an eye on you, especially your parents.

Human Yumyulack: Damn...

Replicant Sonya: Well, should we head out now Principal Mowbar?

Principal Mowbar: *wipes away tears* Yes, you may...

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Replicant Sonya and Replicant Jesse: Thank you! *leaves the office*

Later with Korvo and Terry

Korvo: *sighs* Should we tell our kids about this?

Terry: When they're ready, okay?

Korvo: *sighs in relief* Okay. Wait that reminds me. We have to tell them about the-

Jesse: *offscreen* Baby?!

The adults turn around and the Replicants are shocked upon seeing Korvo’s pregnant belly.

Korvo: Uh-

Yumyulack: Korvo! You’re pregnant?!

Replicant Stacy G: Holy cow! How?!

Terry: It's complicated...

Yumyulack, Jesse, Replicant Sonya, Pupa and Replicant Stacy G: *adored by cuteness* Aaaaw. You guys are having a baby? So cute. Aw, what a whittle cutie patootie. So cute! Baby!

Korvo chuckles

Korvo: *rubbing his pregnant belly* Yep. That’s right. In a few days, you kids are gonna have a new sibling.

Pupa: *hugs Korvo’s pregnant belly* Baby!

Terry: Hmm… you know I wonder how the others are doing.

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Ms. Perez walking by.

Alien Kid: Move it hippie!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Sorry.

Alien Kid: Stupid hippie!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Hey! I resent that!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie walking, until two alien women laugh at her while talking secretly about her behind their backs.

Shlorpian Frankie: *annoyed* Aw really funny!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Darcy and Shlorpian Jamie heading to a house until some of the residents insulted them.

Earth-4 Hot Woman: Oh my God! What the fuck are you guys wearing?!

Shlorpian Jamie growls

Earth-4 Hot Guy: Just go to hell you stupid bitch cunts!

Earth-4 Resident: Nobody wants you here!

The Earth-4 Residents starts throwing stuff at Shlorpian Jamie and Shlorpian Darcy as they ran for their lives. The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Louise grocery shopping.

Shlorpian Louise: *to an employee* Excuse me, can you show me where the vegetable isle is?

Employee: Hmph! *walks away*

Shlorpian Louise: Okay…

Then, one by one, Shlorpian Louise tries to talk to the employees.

Shlorpian Louise: Sid? Marsha? Karen? Mikey? Sid? Kirt?! Larry! *breaks down as Shlorpian Trevor comforts her* Won’t someone vouch for me?

The scene cuts back to the house, where Shlorpian Cooke is reading a book while the rest of the Shlorpians came in sadly.

Shlorpian Cooke: Hey, guys. What's going on? Everything-

Shlorpian Frankie: Horrible day. Aliens hates me? *turns to the rest of the Shlorpians* What about you guys?

All: Same.

Shlorpian Randall: Aw man. This being Shlorpian stuff sucks ass. There’s gotta be a way for the town to like us.

Shlorpian Frankie: But how?

Korvo: *offscreen* I know how.

Then the tv starts playing with a commercial for a block party downtown.

Tv Announcer: *on tv* Come on down to the Earth-4 Annual Rock Fest with so many guests, music performances and special accolades for the whole family!

Korvo: Guys! I have an idea that might help all of us-

Shlorpian Cooke: Guys! I just had a crazy idea!

Korvo: Huh?

All: Oooh!

Shlorpian Randall: Let’s hear it!

Shlorpian Cooke: What if we show ourselves off at that party? We could use sci-fi stuff to help impress those guys! People will love us!

Korvo: *horrified and shock* Wait! What?!

Shlorpian Randall: Hey! I think that’s a great idea!

Korvo: What?! No it isn’t it. The last time my family and I did that, it ended in disaster!

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh that’s bullshit! I’m sure everything will be fine Korvo. Sometimes, your sci-fi shenigans backfire! But they always work out in the end.

Korvo groans in frustration

Korvo: Fine! But if a huge disaster happens at the festival and all hell breaks loose, don’t come crying to me.

Shlorpian Cooke: Thanks Korv. Let’s do this guys!

All: Yeah.

Solars and Replicant Stacy G: Oh boy.

Later, Korvo is in his room crying while rubbing his pregnant belly softly while looking at opened locket with a picture of Replicant Janiz holding baby Korvo. Terry comes in.

Terry: Hey honey. You feeling okay?

Korvo: NO!

Terry: Hey hey. Easy boo. Can you please tell me why?

Korvo: BECAUSE! THE OTHER'S ARE GONNA DO SOMETHING RECKLESS AND WON'T LISTEN TO ME!

Korvo breathes in and out as he then breaks down in tears while clenching the locket.

Terry: Oh Korvo... *had an idea* Will sex help?

But then, Terry notices the locket in Korvo’s hand with the picture and gasp.

Terry: Korvy… is that… you when you were a baby with your sister?

Korvo nods

Korvo: I just… I just… I JUST MISS HER SO MUCH! *breaks down in tears while rubbing his pregnant belly*

Terry: Hey hey. It's okay...

Terry consoles Korvo as he continues crying.

Terry: Shh… sh… it’s okay Korvy… I’m here…

Terry notices Korvo's fingertips going black.

Terry: Uh Korv… YOUR FINGERS! LOOK?

Korvo gasps

Korvo: No! Not again!

Korvo’s skin turns black as he grows bigger and muscular and rips apart his clothes as he roars once his wings and horns pop out. He suddenly moans in pleasure

Terry: K-Korvy?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moans lovingly* I feel so goooooooood.

Terry: *blushes* Holy shit...

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *seductively walks towards Terry* Oh Terry-bear, this beast needs to be tamed…

Terry: Uh...why? *nervous chuckle*

Suddenly Terry realized what Korvo meant and grows smitten.

Terry: Oh ho ho. Korvo, *had his clothes taken off by Korvo* you dirty slut.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Come here you!

Super Shlorpian Korvo then dominates Terry as they moan lovingly.

Terry: *moans* Yes! Take me away! *moans* Take me to mound town, you beautiful shimmering blue bitch!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moans* Yes! Feel it my sexy Terry-bear! *moans lovingly*

Terry: Ooooooh! I’m getting fucking close! *moans*

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yes! Oh yes! Me too!

The two alien husband cum as they moan lovingly and kiss each other on the lips while moaning. Super Shlorpian Korvo flaps his wings.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thanks for being there for my handsome Terrybear!

Terry laughs

Terry: Anytime Korvy…

The two husbands kiss as Korvo turns back to normal

Korvo: *moans in relief* That’s much better… *rubbing his pregnant belly*

Korvo smiles tearfully because the baby will be born soon

Korvo: *smiles tearfully; to his pregnant belly* Hey there lil sweetheart… I can’t wait to see you soon.

Terry: Me neither...

The two husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. The scene then cuts to the festival where the Shlorpians get ready.

Shlorpian Frankie: I am so excited!

Shlorpian Louise: I know! This is our chance to finally it in!

Korvo watches from the distance and sighs

Korvo: Oh boy… this won’t end well…

We then cut to the festival

Shlorpian Cooke: Alright guys, just like we planned!

All: Right!

Then hilarity ensues. First, Shlorpian Ms. Perez tries to talk to the local while making a strange sci-fi cocktail. But then it starts spewing

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: Oh shit, sorry!

The glass exploded as it knocks towards a BBQ Grill that started a fire!

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: That's not good.

Then, the scene cuts to the music performance where Shlorpian Cooke interrupted the audience.

Shlorpian Cooke: Hey Earth-4! If you love this performance, check this out!

Shlorpian Cooke uses the crystal ray but then it a hits a giant wooden warrior that turns into a crystal and shatters into pieces. The audience’s flame torches go out upon this reaction and they all turn to Shlorpian Cooke, Shlorpian Trevor and Shlorpian Randall in fury.

Shlorpian Cooke: Uh...

Shlorpian Randall: *tries to cool things down* Hey! Let’s hear it for the song… “Closing Time”!

The audience starts yelling angrily. The audience then forms into a mob as they summon weapons and jeers at the three human men turn Shlorpians.

Shlorpian Trevor: Oh shit.

Shlorpian Randall: Fucking run?

Shlorpian Cooke: Oh hell yeah! Fucking run!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie trying to fix a broken carousel.

Shlorpian Frankie: Alright… almost there… just have to get the screw loose and-

Suddenly, the screw comes out and it hits a fruit punch truck that explodes into the senior home.

Senior Home Staff Member: Alright seniors, *opens the window* Let’s open these windows so the world can see your nice white clothes.

The fruit punch flood heads into the senior home as the seniors gets caught it in. The scene then cuts to a janitor who is mopping as the fruit flood spills out punch, but ignores it because he is listening to music. The scene then cuts an old man finishing a memoir in red ink.

Old Man Alien: Oh, it’s finally finished. A memoir of my life, written in red ink. *fruit punch flood comes in and covers up the memoir* Oh… barnacle chips.

Shlorpian Louise: *looks at the destruction of the flood* Uh… Frankie?

Shlorpian Frankie notices the destruction and gasps

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh…. Shit.

Old Woman Alien: Get them!

The senior aliens form a mob that attack the humans turned Shlorpians

Shlorpian Frankie: Fucking run guys!

The Shlorpians kept running as fast as they can as the mob kept throwing stuff at them.

Shlorpian Cooke: Aw man, is this how the Solars felt?!

Shlorpian Frankie: I think so.

Shlorpian Randall: Aw man, forget eating like a local! Forget partying like a local! We should’ve have listen to Korvo!

Shlorpian Louise sighs.

Shlorpian Louise: Yep. This our life now.

Suddenly... The Shlorpians see a ship crashing near their house and gasp.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the fuck? Is that a spaceship?!

Shlorpian Trevor: I think so. Let’s follow it and- *screams one of the mob throws a bottle at him but luckily he dodged it*

The Shlorpians arrive at the ship.

Human Korvo: *arriving with his family* What’s going on?!

Shlorpian Louise: We're being chased!

Shlorpian Randall: Today was horrible! We try to fit in better, but we fucked things up!

Human Terry: Don't worry. I got this.

Human Terry heads out and decided to deal with the mob.

Human Terry: SHUT IT!

The mob is silence. Human Terry breathes heavily.

Human Terry: What the fuck is wrong with you people?! I know these Shlorpians screw up but, they were just trying to fit in on this planet ever since they came here. Just like me and my family did? I know what they did was wrong but, they were just trying to make Earth-4 feel like home. You should all be ashamed of yourselves! So what are you gonna do about it?!

Mob Member: Well-

Suddenly, the door opens from the ship as it reveals a purple Shlorpian that surprisingly looks like Korvo. Human Korvo turns around and gasps.

Human Korvo: It-it can’t be… Janiz?

Human Yumyulack: Auntie Janiz?

Janiz: Korvo? Is that you? What happened to you?

Human Korvo burst into tears of joys and embrace his big sister while the Shlorpians grow surprised. Human Terry smiles.

Human Korvo: *sniffles* I-I thought I lost you forever…

Janiz: I'm so glad you're alive...

Shlorpian Louise: Wait. Korvo, you know this Shlorpian?

Human Korvo: Yeah, she's my sister.

The Shlorpians froze in shock and surprise

Shlorpians: YOUR WHAT?!

Then, a pink AI appears.

Pink AI: *sing-songy* Hello!

Human Korvo: *gasps* EVA?!

EVA: Korvo! You’re here and… *notices Korvo’s human form* wow. You look different since the last time I saw you.

Human Korvo: Thanks. I learnt to shapeshift when I was on Earth...

Human Jesse turns to face the mob with an angry expression

Human Jesse: ALL OF YOU! JUST GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!

The mob leaves in fear as Human Terry puts a hand on Human Jesse's shoulder

Human Terry: Nice going honey.

Human Jesse smiles and turns back into her Shlorpian form

Jesse: Thanks daddy.

Jesse hugs Human Terry, who turns back into his Shlorpian form. Then, the scene cuts back to Janiz overjoyed to see her brother again while AISHA appears. The rest of the family turns into their Shlorpian forms.

AISHA: Hey dummies. What up and- *recognizes EVA and gasp* EVA?! You’re here?!

EVA: Hey, cous!

AISHA smiles in tears of joy and laughs as she embraces her cousin.

AISHA: Oh God, I missed you so much.

EVA: D'aw, I missed you too!

Then, Janiz notices Yumyulack.

Janiz: Yumyulack?! *squeals in joy* Oh my god! *hugs Yumyulack tightly but carefully* Look how big you grown! I haven’t seen you since you were a baby!

Yumyulack *laughs* Good to see you too!

Janiz then gasp in joy upon seeing Terry, Jesse and the Pupa.

Janiz: Oh my God. Is this your lifemate?

Terry blushes and smiles

Korvo: Terry is more than actually. He is also my husband.

Korvo shows his wedding ring

Janiz: *gasp in joy and hugs Terry* Then that makes you my handsome brother in law. Thank you for taking care of my little brother.

Terry: *laughs* Anytime.

Jesse: Yay! *hugs Janiz* I always wanted a aunt! Hi Auntie Janiz! I’m your niece!

Janiz laughs. Then, Janiz sees Replicant Sonya holding Pupa.

Janiz: Oh and who is this Replicant holding your Pupa?

Replicant Sonya: Oh, I'm not a replicant. I'm a human who turned into a replicant. I'm Sonya, by the way.

Janiz: Wait? What?!

Korvo: Oh don’t worry. That’s actually your human niece and our daughter, Sonya. We adopted her.

Janiz gasps.

Janiz: As in… I’m an aunt?! Again?! *hugs Replicant Sonya, who giggles* Oh my God! I can’t believe I got a brother-in-law, a niece, human niece and a baby nephew! *notices the other Shlorpians* Wait, who are these other Shlorpians?

Shlorpian Cooke: We were humans too. *laughs nervously*

Janiz: What?! You guys were once humans?! What happened?!

Shlorpian Cooke: Some crazy woman stole samples of your brother and your family’s blood DNA and created a powerful mist that turned us into Shlorpians!

Janiz gasps

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh and hey. I’m your family’s nanny Phoebe. I was human once too.

Janiz: Oh no. I am so sorry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: It's okay.

Shlorpian Frankie: We don’t even know who that woman is but luckily Korvo is finding a way to turn us back, which is very hard because that woman took all of his testings. So we have to live here now until we can be humans again.

Shlorpian Randall: We can’t even go back to Earth. The rest of the humans hates us now.

Janiz sighs

Janiz: Well as long as I am here, mind if EVA and I live with you guys?

Korvo smiles tearfully and hugs Janiz

Korvo: *crying with happiness* Of course you can. Welcome home Janiz.

Janiz smiles

Janiz: Thank you lil bro…

Later, Korvo and Terry are in bed. Korvo is reading Vogue.

Korvo: Very interesting story.

Korvo suddenly goes into labor

Korvo: *breathing in and out* Whoa. I think my water just broke.

Terry: What?! Shit! JANIZ! KIDS! GET IN HERE! HURRY!

Janiz and the kids came in.

Janiz: Korvo! What’s wrong?!

Korvo: JANIZ! KIDS! THE BABY’S COMING!

Terry: Korvo's in labor!

Janiz and the kids gasp.

Janiz: Don’t worry little bro! I’m here!

Korvo starts crying out in pain

Korvo: *breathing in and out as he started pushing* Oh god! Oh god! *cries out in pain*

Jesse: Come on, Korvo! Push!

Korvo: *grunting as he keeps pushing*

Yumyulack: Do it! You got this!

Korvo snaps

Korvo: OH GOOOOOOOD! *almost there* FUUUCK! IT HURRRTTTSSS! AAAAAAAAH!

Janiz: I see the head!

Korvo: *about to finish pushing* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Suddenly, a baby crying is heard

Korvo: *gasp as tears fall form his eyes* Is that… our baby?

Janiz picks up the baby who is still crying

Janiz: Congratulations, it’s a beautiful girl!

Korvo laughs with tears in his eyes

Korvo: *reaching out for the baby* Oh, come to daddy!

Janiz hands the baby to Korvo

Korvo: Hey there sweetie…

The baby stops crying when she sees Korvo

Terry: Aw Korvy, she’s looking at you…

Korvo: She’s like a beautiful flowery sprouted with hope… I think we should name her Lili.

Terry: *sniffles* I love it.

Lili: *babbling as he touches Terry’s face*

Terry laughs

Terry: Welcome to the world Lili Solar-Opposites…

Korvo: *tears of joy* Oh Terry! I'm so happy!

Terry: *tears of joy* So am I.

The two alien husbands kiss while moaning

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: *falling in love with their new baby sister* Aaaw…

The next morning, Korvo and Terry are sleeping with Lili sleeping between them

Lili: *cooing while sleeping*

Terry wakes up and yawns. He looks at Korvo and Lili sleeping and smiles.

Terry: Good morning…

Korvo: Mmm… good morning darling.

Korvo kisses Terry on the cheek

Lili: *coos*

Terry: Hey, Lili. *kisses Lili on the forehead*

Lili: *giggling*

Korvo: Ready to start the day?

Terry: *picks up Lili* Hell yeah I am!

Korvo and Terry kiss on the lips and head out. Terry then hands Lili over to Korvo as he smiles while Korvo starts chatting with the kids. But then, an orange colored flashback vision appears with monster sounds.

Terry: *terrified by the vision* Wh-wha?!

The monster is then seen hanging while baby Jesse is seen crying.

Terry: *breathing in and out as he suddenly sees the Mundane*

Terry screams as the vision stops. Korvo gasps and runs to his husband's side.

Korvo: Terry? It’s okay! I’m here *calms down Terry with a hug as Terry smiles and calms down* You poor thing. You must be facing a termoil. It’s okay… I’m here…

Terry: You're warm.

Korvo: Of course I am. Don’t worry Terry, there’s nothing to be scared of. Whatever comes, we’ll get through it. Together.

Terry: Thanks Korvy…

The two alien husbands kiss. Then, Korvo heads to the kids, who are playing with Lili. Terry then starts to grow nervous.

Terry: *to himself* What's wrong with me?

THE END?

[moonstruck-writing]

The International Club's party [Omi Fushimi x reader]

Pairing: Omi Fushimi x gn!reader | A3! Rating: Teen C/Ws: light platonic angst, romantic fluff, friends to lovers, reader is Omi’s university classmate Summary: You made plans to go to the International Club’s university party, but your friends cancel at the last minute. Luckily, Omi kindly offers to go with you. Word count: 3.4k A/N: I got the inspiration from this post I saw about Omi being good at English, so my thanks go to op <3 Set during Year 2

You breathed in and out slowly, trying to hold back a yawn. It was the last lesson for the day, and then you had a meet-up to look forward to in the evening. You could do that.

Bzzz.

You felt your phone vibrate under your table and cursed mentally. Quickly, you went to put it on silent mode and checked the notification that had made it buzz.

   Sorry but I won’t be able to make it today :/

You closed your eyes, now less sleepy than ever. You should’ve seen it coming, really. It always happened like that in your group of friends. Whenever someone cancelled plans, it was a matter of hours before everyone else deserted too. The problem was, you couldn’t just cancel that plan, not when you had already promised the International Club that you’d be there for sure. And what was more, you had promised them you would bring somebody else to the party with you, too.

   Guys, I already signed us up for tonight! Is there no way you can at least come for a bit? 🗸🗸

You heard the professor coughing and turned your screen off. What had been once a class you couldn’t wait to leave, was now a class you didn’t want to finish. Not when you knew once your friends said no, there was no changing their plans.

But alas, the lesson came to an end. You took your stuff and joined some of your classmates on your way to the exit.

“Finally, the weekend!”

“You have any plans?” Omi asked the classmate he was closest to.

“Yeah, I have to work but there is this friend of a friend that I’ll be meeting too.” He showed a cocky smile.

‘’Oh, a blind date?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so jealous,” you interrupted. “You’re here going on hot dates while my friends have completely ditched me today.”

“Aw, what were you going to do?” They refocused their attention on you, moving aside so you could go down the stairs with them.

“We were going to the International Club’s new event. Well, I’m still going, since I was the one who signed us up for it. I cannot say no now.” You sighed, focusing on not missing any steps. The last thing you needed was tripping and tumbling down the stairs. Or maybe that was exactly what you should do, so you could have an excuse to not go to the party.

“What’s the event about?” Omi asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“It’s a get-together in English. There will be some students from different English-speaking countries, and we’ll chat and play games in English. Like a cultural exchange event.”

“You can speak English well?” Your classmates looked at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, that was my second option for university, if I didn’t get into our program.” You finally arrived at the ground floor and turned around to look at them.

“Wow, I can’t relate at all. I always hated languages at school. But Omi, you’re good at it, aren’t you?”

“Well, I sometimes help the guys at our dorm with their English homework.” He simply shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. You still remembered how when you first met Omi, you thought that humbleness was fake, but now you could see it was painfully true.

“Like a tutor or something?”

“There is a designated tutor, but yeah, I guess I do the same whenever he isn’t available.” He chuckled lightly.

“So you would enjoy going to this International party, then?” Your classmate eyed both of you as if he had just come up with the solution to all your problems. Omi smiled tensely when he saw your reaction.

“That would actually save me. I promised the Club I’d bring at least one other person. And I’d love to have someone I know there.” You waited for an answer, but you could see Omi was hesitating. As much as the idea of him going with you was a miracle, you didn’t want to force him to do anything just because someone else had stood you up. “But it’s… you don’t have to. You’re not my stupid friends who ditch me every now and then.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe they ditched you. I wouldn’t do it. And… it’s been a while since the last time I made last-minute plans,” he said, nodding.

“So you’re in?” You couldn’t believe it, but you restrained yourself before you bounced up and down. You didn’t want to pressure him, knowing how accommodating Omi was.

“If there is enough time for me to go back to the dorms? I am on cooking duty today and I’m not sure someone else will be free,” he said while looking at his watch

“Yeah, sure. The party doesn’t start until 7 pm.” You anxiously bit your lip, waiting for his answer. You couldn’t believe how the events had unfolded. From going with your friends, to going alone with Omi… you felt your stomach churning. Being around Omi at university was one thing, when it was always in a group of people. But meeting with him for the first time outside of campus… you gulped down, forcing yourself to act as usual.

“Cool. I’ll see you there then?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you all the details in a message.” You waved at each other and also said goodbye to your classmate, going in different directions.

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Your steps echoed as you walked as fast as you could without running. You weren’t late, but you weren’t early either. You cursed mentally as you remembered how if you hadn’t decided to get changed for the third time, you wouldn’t be in a situation like that.

Then, Omi came into view.

He was wearing a button-up shirt, and for a second there you felt completely underdressed. But it wasn’t his clothes, really. They were casual, perfect for an informal and friendly party like this one. It was the fact that he had also changed clothes, and that you were seeing him for the first time outside of the university campus, alone. And it felt too much like a date, except it wasn’t one.

You still didn’t really understand how this turn of events had happened, but you weren’t about to complain. Not even when you felt sweaty as you approached him at the exit of the station.

“Hey,” Omi greeted you with a small wave.

It wasn’t a long walk to the venue they had rented for the party, but you still had thought it better to go together instead of meeting directly at the place.

“I hope my English isn’t too rusty,” Omi casually joked while glancing at you.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not about speaking perfectly, but about welcoming and doing something for the other students. And learning a thing or two about their countries.” You offered him a reassuring smile. You weren’t about to let him run off now that he was there with you. “Plus, everyone will be speaking fluently once we start drinking.”

“There’ll be alcohol?”

“You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to, but yes. That’s the main reason why they had to find someplace outside of campus.”

“Good thing today is Friday,” Omi laughed and the sound made you melt. You had forgotten how much you really liked his laugh and everything that came from him. But you soon recollected yourself. You had to keep yourself in check tonight, especially when Omi was being as charming as usual, which meant extremely. You had to find someone at the party to distract you from showing your feelings too much. You didn’t want to scare him away and make him misinterpret your intentions. You were there together as friends, after all.

When you reached the venue, you greeted the hosts and found out some people had also cancelled last minute. Even then, there were quite a few students, both international and national, and there were plenty of snacks and drinks.

Soon enough you started doing some rounds of introductions in English, and you were glad to find out everyone seemed quite friendly and relaxed. And Omi, being humble, had completely misjudged his own ability in English. You had to admit it was impressive and hot. You were so surprised that you had forgotten you weren’t supposed to stare at him so much.

“Your accent is pretty sexy.” Those words startled you out of your haze, and you looked to your side. You vaguely remembered this person’s introduction, but before you could think of anything to reply, Omi moved to stand closer to you.

“Oh, I didn’t know accents could be sexy. What about mine then?” His tone of voice was relaxed, even chirpy, but it nevertheless sent a clear message that they didn’t fail to catch. As the person left, Omi sighed, running his fingers through his short hair.

“Sorry I butted in. Just… let me know if you want me to go hang out somewhere else.” He looked at you apologetically, and it took everything in you not to shoot your hand out and cling to his shirt. You didn’t do it, of course, but he also never left your side. You were grateful for it, especially as time passed by and you started playing drinking games. You really wanted to see Omi being drunk, although you had a hunch that it wouldn’t be so easy to see.

And you’d soon regret having felt so hyper about it.

“Truth or dare!” One of the hosts screamed as the bottle stopped spinning. It pointed clearly in your direction.

Clearing your thoughts, you wondered if you even had an option. You weren’t about to let them order you to do something weird – you could still hear the faint coughing of the guy that had to eat cinnamon a few turns ago.

“Truth.”

“Is there anyone you want to kiss at this party?”

Of course, it had to be a question like that. You were glad it wasn’t anything even more personal.

“Yes.” You tried to say it confidently like it didn’t matter because it was only a game. But your voice came out too breathy to not reveal your embarrassment.

“Who is it?”

“Only one question per turn!” Someone else shouted.

You sighed with relief when they offered you the bottle to spin around for the next person. Your mind was too busy to think of a proper question or dare, so you went with the typical ‘tell us your most embarrassing story.’ Some people complained that was too soft, but fortunately, the person you asked was a great storyteller and soon enough everyone was absorbed in their story.

Everyone but you.

What had pushed you to tell the truth? Of course, it was a game of truth or dare, and by the rules, you should always tell the truth, but even then… What would you do if the bottle spun again and landed on you? You already knew they’d ask who it was. And this time, there was no way you could lie. What would happen if you told the truth?

You glanced at Omi, who was sitting next to you. He was looking at his phone with a frown, and just a second later, he got up and placed the device next to his ear. Was it some sort of emergency?

You tried to refocus your attention on the game, but when a few minutes passed and Omi was still not coming back, you started worrying something bad had happened, so you decided to get up and search for him. Everyone was too excited to pay attention to you, so you easily slipped away from the circle and the room, into the hallway, where you found him still speaking on the phone, now with a less bothered expression on his face.

It wasn’t long till he noticed you and offered you a surprised smile. He quickly shut the conversation and hang up.

“Shouldn’t you be inside the party?” Omi asked approaching you. You simply shrugged your shoulders. “You may lose your chance with that guy. And I won’t take responsibility for it twice.” He joked, but you wanted to laugh for completely different reasons. He thought that random person who had started speaking with you had caught your attention?

“For the record… I didn’t want to kiss that guy.”

“Huh?”

“When they asked me if there was someone I wanted to kiss there, and I said yes… I didn’t mean them.” If there was anything you knew, it was that you didn’t want Omi to believe you had a crush on anyone else.

“Oh. Oh. So someone else caught your eye? So they didn’t even stand a chance.” He laughed and rubbed his neck, visibly uncomfortable. You bit your lip to contain a smile. Yes, no one at the party stood a chance against Omi, but sadly, his thoughts were the opposite at that exact moment. “And who was the lucky one?”

“I also talked with the person,” you ventured, trying to redirect his attention in an attempt to find out the difference in Omi’s mannerisms, how he expressed his discomfort, how he really felt about you, and whether he was simply curious, embarrassed or annoyed.

“Oh. When? I didn’t see you talk much to anyone in particular.” His expression suddenly changed to a serious one, his gaze fixated on you.

“Well, I did.” You wanted to laugh. He probably meant he hadn’t seen anyone else flirting with you, but you had talked with several people. That made you confident that you could just tease him and hide your real feelings. Except, Omi’s humility played tricks on you.

“When? I was next to you for the most part. Unless you mean me.” He chuckled, showing that it was a joke. You felt adrenaline rush through your body, but there was nothing you could do now, so you didn’t deny it. You didn’t want to deny it. The silence between you two stretched for a while as if he was waiting for your reaction. When you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, something clicked inside him. “You mean ME?!” Omi looked around, realizing he had spoken too loudly. The hallway was mostly empty, but one of the people there turned to look at you with curiosity. When he made sure no one was paying attention to you two anymore, he looked back at you.

“I had a really good time today, Omi. Thank you, you turned what seemed like a disaster into memories I am glad to have.” You smiled at him, not wanting to make things awkward. “I think I should leave now.” You started walking away, unsure if you were making a mistake, but you really didn’t know how to solve that situation.

“Wait!” He rubbed his neck again, but now his discomfort felt slightly different. “You can’t just… throw that bomb and run off.”

“Okay?” You weren’t sure if that meant he felt the same way or not.

“We can walk to the station together?” He suggested, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

You agreed, and after saying goodbye to the hosts of the party, you left. It was slightly chillier than before, the Autumn breeze moving the treetops on the street.

“I am glad I came,” Omi said, breaking the silence. “We haven’t… gone out much together since we were first years, but I really enjoy your company.” He glanced at you, offering a short smile. “We should hang out more.”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You sighed, unsure whether he really meant it or if it was one of those promises that came from politeness. You knew Omi was a nice guy, so he probably didn’t want to make things awkward between you two. “I guess I have to thank my friends for ditching me this time, otherwise you wouldn’t have come with me.”

“I guess I also have to thank them, then.” Omi laughed softly, compelling you to look at him. “I’ll also have to think of a plan for next time, since it was you who invited me this time.”

Was that… a date? No, you couldn’t let yourself get carried away and misunderstand him like that. It was just…him expressing interest? Omi Fushimi was saying he’d plan the next time you hang out? The guy you had liked since the first day of university, but that you had given up on after seeing how popular he was and how full his hands were not just with classes but also with acting, was now saying he wanted to spend time with you like that?

“Um, sure! I look forward to it.” You hoped your voice hadn’t trembled there. You had been bold enough to hint at your feelings for him because you genuinely thought you had no chance, but he’d be nice enough to ignore it. That, and the alcohol – it gave you courage and hope that in the worst-case scenario, maybe you wouldn’t even remember it, or you could always play it off as a joke. And now, it was way better than a joke.

“Great. I’ll have to make sure not to disappoint you.” Omi smiled again, and this time you felt the air between you two relaxing.

“I think that’s impossible,” you blurted out before you could register the words. It seemed, today you just couldn’t control your mouth.

“Thank you.” Omi laughed; his cheeks tinted a faint pink.

Fortunately, the entrance to the station was near. You felt conflicted because you didn’t want that day to end, but at the same time, you didn’t trust your mouth anymore. It was already a miracle that Omi didn’t think you were embarrassing yourself.

“Could you wait here a second?” Omi suddenly interrupted your thoughts, and you stopped in the middle of the road. He jogged to a nearby vending machine and searched his pockets for change. When he came back to where you were standing, he handed you a water bottle. “Here.”

“Why?” You were slightly confused by that sudden act of generosity.

“Well, we both had something to drink and now you have to go back home alone.”

So, he thought it would help you sober up a bit more just in case.

“You’re saying I am acting completely drunk now?” You feigned being bothered to tease him.

“No! You’re not! I’m just worried, that’s all.” He shook his hands in front of you, wanting to reassure you. “Our stops are in opposite directions, but I can-”

“Omi, it’s fine. I’m fine. Thank you for the water.” You opened it and started drinking. “See? You don’t have to worry.”

He smiled awkwardly, and under the faint lights of the streetlamps, you saw his cheeks were still pink.

“You are a really responsible drunkard, you know?” You said, believing that was a symptom of the alcohol he had consumed. “Here, you should drink some, too.”

He accepted the bottle and took a few gulps before giving it back to you.

“Oh, no, you can keep it. I think you need it more than I do,” you said. It seemed that he was becoming more flushed the more time passed.

“I thought… you wanted to…” he trailed off, looking away from you, but still holding out the bottle for you to take it.

“I wanted to?”

“…indirectly,” he whispered, confusing you further. Maybe he really had a low alcohol tolerance? You hadn’t seen him drink that much. Seeing your confusion, Omi decided to speak up. “I thought you wanted to kiss me indirectly, so this would…”

His words made you blush violently, finally comprehending the meaning behind his words. You took the bottle from him, your heart beating madly.

“I’ll see you at university,” you said, wanting to run away. You started walking again, getting inside the station before he could follow you, and preparing your pass. He rushed inside.

“Text me when you get home,” Omi said to your back. You didn’t dare look back, but you waved your hand just in case.

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You:      I just got home. 🗸🗸

  I hope you arrived home without any problems too. 🗸🗸

Omi:      I still have a few stations left.

  maybe I’ll use the time to start planning for our date.

  any places you want to go to?

  wait, don’t tell me. I want to surprise you :)

You squealed and sunk your face into your pillow, feeling giddy. It would be a date.

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a ghost never leaves a haunted house

40k words | Rated Teen

It’s August 1985, only a month after the events that occurred on the Fourth of July. Everyone has seemed to move past the tragedies that have befallen the small town. Except Will Byers, that is. It’s the second week of high school and the Party is beginning to split apart at the seams. But he’s got bigger things to worry about. Like the strange tingling in the back of his neck and the horrific nightmares that have been plaguing his sleep. As well as a little girl with a missing friend, bound and determined to see her return home safely, no matter the cost. Will’s not sure how everything ties together. But he’s got a bad feeling that it has something to do with the ghosts that have been appearing, popping up with painfully familiar faces and stories.

The Upside Down is gone. Or so everyone keeps telling him. But Will knows the truth. You can burn all the vines and close all the gates. But you can’t flush out a virus once it’s already been spread. After all, how do you kill something that’s intertwined with the very root of Hawkins without affecting the real world?

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

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“Did you guys see the news last night?“ Lucas asked, suddenly. He scuffed his shoe against the floor. “About the missing kid?”

Mike’s expression grew pensive. “The one from Loch Nora?” He confirmed. Lucas nodded. “Yeah. My mom has been wigging out about it since yesterday afternoon. Now she’s decided to push our curfew back. She even made Nancy drop me and Holly off at school today. It’s ridiculous.”

Will hadn’t been allowed out past ten o’clock since nineteen eighty three. He might’ve found it annoying but it certainly wasn’t ridiculous.

“Same here,” Dustin said. “My mom wouldn’t even let me out to go to the grocery store. It’s like she thinks I’m going to get kidnapped walking down the street in broad daylight.”

Will smiled, humorlessly. “It’s happened before.”

Mike’s head snapped up. “Will—“

Will didn’t let him finish. “Is that what they think happened to her? A kidnapping?”

Dustin shrugged. “What else could it be? The kid lives in Loch Nora, for all we know someone could’ve snatched her for some quick ransom money.”

“I don’t think so,” Lucas disagreed. “Dad said he knows the family, apparently all the kids have their own bank accounts and shit.” He grabbed the apple off of his plate and started tossing it back and forth between his hands. “I heard him talking to Chief Powell last night and the police are pretty sure she ran away.”

Mike frowned. “What’s there to run away from?”

Dustin had a weird look on his face. “Steve said he used to run away all the time.” He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth. “Just because someone is rich doesn’t mean that their life is perfect. Haven’t you seen Steve’s empty house?”

Lucas nodded, pointing at him. “That’s a valid point. I mean, what if she was being mistreated or something? Maybe her grandparents showed up and took her.”

“It’s usually the relatives,” Dustin allowed.

Will had a weird sense of deja vu. “That’s what Hopper always says. Ninety nine out of one hundred.” He stuck his fork down straight into his soggy turkey. “But what about the one percent? What about the kids that go missing without a reasonable explanation? What happens to them?” Will didn’t wait for an answer. He knew exactly what happened to them.

“You don’t think it’s the Upside Down, do you?” Mike asked, voice serious. He leaned across the table, just avoiding putting his sleeve into a ketchup stain. When Will didn’t respond right away, he panicked. “It’s not like you can feel him, right?”

“No,” Will said, strangely hollow. “It’s not him.”

Not this time.

Lucas shivered, which should’ve been impossible considering the sheer heat of the cafeteria. He wrapped his arms around himself. “But the gates are closed, aren’t they? Nothing can get out?”

Will watched as goosebumps started to prickle up and down along his arms. If he squinted, he could see the same little bumps appearing on all of his friends.

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﹆₊ 画家‧₊˚ THE BLOOD PAINTER, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ art; the painter and the unwanted advice. wc, 2.82K. dark mode recommended.

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␥ tags. artist!choso, college AU, possible nsfw, female anatomy, smoking, etc. lmk if i missed anything

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the following day, choso finds himself in an unfamiliar situation as he sits alone at a table in the cafeteria, impatiently waiting for kashimo to arrive. his eyes scan the bustling room, searching for any sign of the laid-back student.

“where is he?” choso grumbled under his breath. “i knew i shouldn’t have listened to that idiot. i should’ve just stayed in my room and ordered a meal…”

just as he was about to give up and leave, choso spots kashimo weaving his way through the crowd, a tray of food in hand. the other grins as he approached the table.

“hey, man. sorry i’m late. i got caught up chatting with a friend on my way here and the lines were pretty long. so, what’s for lunch today?”

“nothing special. just cafeteria food.” choso replied curtly, still feeling a bit prickly from his wait. kashimo nodded, unfazed by choso’s attitude, takes a seat across from him and begins digging into his food.

“you know, i was thinking about if you and i should work on a project together. i’ve seen your art in class before and it’s mad good. i know you probably aren’t the kind of guy to jump into things like this but it’ll be fun. we could blend our styles together.”

choso sighed, pushing his food around on his plate. “i don’t know about that. i’ve never really worked with anyone. plus, i’m now totally sure how our styles would mesh.”

kashimo took a bite out of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before responding. “that’s exactly why it could be so great. our different styles are different, sure, but that’s what makes it interesting. and who knows, maybe working together will push us both to grow as great artists.”

‘persistent bastard.’ choso thought. though, kashimo’s proposal sounded pretty good. while choso was sitting here feeling like he was being worshipped and slightly embarrassed by it, kashimo was just happy to be around and having his idea considered. a glimmer of curiosity started to form beneath his skepticism.

“fine. whatever. whenever there’s another project we can do something together, okay?” choso waved his hand dismissively. excited that choso was starting to come around to the idea, kashimo presses on, hoping to fully convince him.

"that's cool, but i was thinking we could start our own project, separate from school. just you and me, doing what we love and making something cool and unique. think it over, choso. no deadlines, no rules, just pure artistic freedom."

choso hesitates for a moment, the prospect both thrilling and daunting. he takes a deep breath, considering the proposal.

"i don't know, kashimo. it's a big commitment, and i'm not sure if i'm ready for that kind of exposure right now. can't we just keep it lowkey, at least for now?" choso says scratching the bandage on his nose.

"okay, sure, i can respect that." kashimo was clearly eager to jump right into the project, his head bobbing up and down with excitement. "we'll take it at your pace, but don't forget, sometimes stepping out of your comfort zone can lead to amazing things."

choso could only nod, not having much to say about the words being exchanged recently. glancing up at kashimo again, he noticed he had this dumb grin on his face that made choso frown a little.

"why're you making that face?"

in kashimo's mind, he was sensing that choso needed some guidance regarding his love life and interacting with you whenever it came down to it. no matter how many times choso rejected his help.

"let's go back to the business we discussed last night," kashimo begins, taking a sip of his lemon lime soda. "the way you look at that girl you were with, you clearly like her more than in a friend way. you just seem so hesitant to make a move. what's holding you back?"

choso's frown deepend slightly, his gaze dropping to his barely-touched food, which started to get cold the longer it sat there on the tray.

"it's complicated. i'm not used to letting people in, and i don't want to mess up anything. plus, there's the whole blood manipulation cursed spirit thing. not exactly an easy thing to explain to someone you're interested in."

kashimo sucked his teeth, "look, i get where you're coming from. there's this kid named hakari. hated the guy with a passion. we were always at each other's throats. one day we were forced to work together on a mission, and we realized we had more in common than we thought."

"you're gay?" choso raised an eyebrow. kashimo's cheeks turned a deep red. a perfect contrast to his vibrant colored hair. the male quickly shook his head.

"that's- not what i mean...and no, i'm not. the guy's my best friend. shut up and listen." kashimo's cheeks fade back to their original complexion before continuing on with his story. "but you know what else? i may look like a young guy but guess how old i am."

choso just shrugged, not having a direct idea. he also didn't feel like guessing just to be constantly told that he had the wrong answer and he had to keep guessing. kashimo leans over the table, lifting his hand to cover his mouth.

"i'm really four hundred years old." the male whispered. "i was just incarnated into a newer, younger body so i could live longer." kashimo sits back down in his seat. "but you know what? the people who truly care about me accept me for who i am, crazy back story and all."

choso can't help but crack a smile at kashimo's lighthearted approach to his own little situation. encouraged by choso's simple reaction, kashimo continues with his advice, aiming to help choso see the potential in opening up to you in the future.

"what i'm trying to say is, don't let your fears hold you back from pursuing something special with your little situationship. if they're the right person for you, they'll accept all of you, blood manipulation, cursed spirit, and everything else. it's worth the risk, don't you think?"

choso remains silent for a moment, kashimo's word resonationg with him. finally, he nods, a hint of determination in his expression. "you're right. i can't keep running from my emotions forever. i guess i'll talk to her, and i'll be honest with them about everything."

“yeah, that’s the spirit.” kashimo beamed. “just remember, no matter what happens, i got your back…even if you don’t know me all that well.”

“actually, me and-” he says your name, “-are going out to dinner on friday. that’d be a good time to have that conversation, right?”

kashimo raised an eyebrow. “oh, a romantic dinner date, huh? you’re doing perfectly fine already. just be yourself, blood manipulating cursed spirit and all—but save the cursed spirit thing for later. like after dessert.”

‘i wouldn’t really say romantic…’

the two laugh, the mood lightened by kashimo’s playful but simple joke. choso’s opinion on the guy shifted pretty quickly. he thought he was just another weirdo trying to get in his space but he could see him and kashimo being pretty good friends.

later that day after classes end for the day, the two boys found themselves lingering in the art room. the space is quiet and peaceful, filled with the intoxicating smell of oil paints and the clay-like smell of colorful conté crayons.

“ready to get that creative mind of yours flowing? we got so much inspiration in this room, we’re bound to come up with some killer ideas.” kashimo smiled at choso before standing up from his seat, the chair dragging against the floor loudly and beginning to walk around.

choso glanced around, his skepticism evident in his expression. but he nods nonetheless, curious to see what kashimo had in mind. the dark haired male rises from his seat, pushing his chair in against the table and began walking around the room just as kashimo did.

as they wander around the room, they take in the various pieces of past and present student artwork adorning the walls. some are abstract, others realistic, but all were unique and inspiring in their own way.

“see? look at all this talent surrounding us.” kashimo began lightly touching the pieces in front of him, jumping back when something moved in the incorrect direction and laughing nervously. “it’s like a buffet of creativity in here. hey, i got an idea. what if we each pick a piece that speaks to us, then try to make our own version of it?”

choso considered the proposal, a flicker of interest in his eyes. he and kashimo continue their exploration of the art room, now looking at pieces that stand out to them, until suddenly kashimo stops in front of a painting that sends chills down his spine. it’s one of choso’s paintings, a nightmarish composition of twisted limbs, blood, and more elements of body horror that would even make the bravest soul shudder.

“woah, choso…this is incredible. it’s like something out of a horror movie, but it’s beautiful…in a twisted way. how did you make something so visceral and intense?”

choso, caught off guard by kashimo’s awe and admiration, shifts uncomfortably, unaccustomed to such praise. the male swallowed and began picking at his nails as if there were dirt in them.

“i…i just paint what i feel. it’s not like i’m trying to make a statement or anything. it’s just how my mind works.”

“nah, man. this is more than just a painting. it’s a glimpse into your soul. you’re incredibly talented, you know that, right?”

choso, flustered by kashimo’s compliment, decided to attempt to change the subject by pointing out another piece of art nearby.

“it’s not a big deal. hey, look at this right here. the color palette is really interesting, isn't it?" choso points to the art piece. there were blues, greens, reds, and pinks blending together into a huge masterpiece. choso's eyebrows lifted slightly and his eyes widened, clearly revealing the violet irises he had tucked beneath his eyelids.

kashimo smiles, understanding choso's discomfort with the spotlight suddenly hanging above his head. he allows the shift in focus, turning to examine the new painting. there was pungent smell of quick-drying liquin coming from the canvas. most likely the paint.

"yeah, that's a pretty cool painting. the way they blended the blues and greens together makes me feel like i'm looking into a mystical forest or whatever." the male turns to choso with that same big smile on his face. "when we get around to that project, we'll be a killer team, i guarantee it. like i said, our styles are definitely different but that's what'll make it awesome."

choso couldn't help but grin, the warmth of kashimo's enthusiasm was infectious. a grand contrast to his stoicism and distantness. shifting his weight a bit, choso put his hands in his pockets.

"yeah, maybe you're right."

as their exploration continues, choso and kashimo find themselves staring at a particularly captivating sculpture in the corner. it's an intricate piece made from metal and wire, depicting a twisted figure in a state of could be described as emotional turmoil.

"damn, that's pretty deep. intense, huh? it's like they managed to pinpoint the feeling of being torn apart from the inside out. wonder if whoever made this was going through something." kashimo rubbed his chin with his thumb.

choso nods, a solemn expression on his face. "yeah, it's like they put their entire soul into this one little sculpture. it's almost too real, like it's alive and breathing right in front of us."

kashimo steps closer, studying the sculpture from diffrent angles. "it sounds like you can relate to that, huh? feeling like your insides are all twisted up, but having to keep it all together on the outside."

choso glanced at kashimo, surprised by his perceptiveness. the male didn't seem much like the poetic, deep-thinker type on the outside because his personality is so enthusiastic and bubbly. choso can only retract his previous statements about him, just like before.

"how did you know that? i mean- this thing is a physical representation of how i feel most of the time. dead and tired. i don't mean to sound like a depressed person but...yeah. life hasn't been to good to me in my earlier years."

"because i've been there, man. everybody has. and you don't sound depressed at all, you're just saying how you feel and that's a good thing. it's not easy carrying around all that pain and confusion on the inside. but the fact that you can take those emotions and turn them into something as powerful as this sculpture? that's amazing. you're literally showing an example of this with your art. what you painted over there is exactly how you feel and you're expressing it."

choso felt pretty touched by the male's words, giving him a small smile. "thanks, kashimo. it's not often that someone understands what i feel. most people just see the surface, but you...you and-" choso says your name again. "-can see the real me. and it doesn't scare you away."

"that's because i'm not most people. i see you, and i think you're pretty badass. don't forget it for a second." kashimo threw an arm over choso's shoulder. choso felt a surge of gratitude and camaraderie, realizing that kashimo had quickly become a true friend to him.

kashimo and choso sit down at a nearby table, their minds brimming with inspiration from their exploration of the art room. they begin to brainstorm ideas for their collaborative project, their enthusiam growing with each suggestion.

"we could create a series of paintings, each one a representation of our inner emotions and struggles." kashimo scribbled on a piece of paper. they were little doodles of him and choso. choso being the tired and slightly annoyed looking character to the right of himself, who was the happier looking character.

"or we could do a large-scale mural, incorporating both of our styles like you mentioned earlier, like into a cohesive piece. or maybe even a sculptural piece, using random objects and materials to make something abstract and thought-provoking." choso added.

kashimo grins, "i like that idea. it would really bring out the best in our skills and we could really play off each other's energy and creativity." the male writes something down on the paper, seemingly writing down choso's idea. "we made some pretty good progress today but i gotta get going. i told hakari that i'd hang out with him tonight."

choso's head quickly shoots up from the paper and he nods slowly, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor. "yeah, no problem, i get it. i like that you keep your promises."

as kashimo turns to leave, he notices the subtle change in choso's posture and tone. he smiles warmly, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

"hey, don't worry. we'll hang out again soon. and don't forget, we've got our super cool art project to work on. it'll be the best thing this school has ever seen." the male put up his thumb.

choso offers a small smile, the disappointment fading slightly. "yeah, you're right. i'm really looking forward to seeing what we can come up with. don't kiss hakari while you're out together."

kashimo's cheeks flushed at choso's reply and rubbed the back of his neck a bit before speaking again, "i won't do that. swear...you don't kiss your future girlfriend on friday."

choso chuckled and shook his head before kashimo flashed him a friendly smile and giving him a light pat on the back before getting up from his seat beside choso and heading out the door. the sun was setting and choso thought it was about time he should get going also. standing up, he slung his bag over his shoulder and took a quick glance at his nightmarishly beautiful painting, which had the sun's rays beaming onto the canvas through the window and smiling a bit, instantly being reminded of you and kashimo's kind words.

as the door of the art room shuts behind him, the male suddenly bumps into you. not even realizing it was you at first, he swears under his breath before taking a step back, his cheeks turning a slight pink color upon seeing your face. his breath quickened and his heart rate picked up.

"hi..." you smiled at him nervously, adjusting your clothes after accidentally bumping into him. your next words would be an apology but that idea seemed to quickly fade when you noticed his flushed cheeks.

"hey..." choso finally says. the air between the two of you crackles with tension as your eyes meet, a silent exchange of longing and desire passing between the two of you. finally catching his breath, choso clears his throat. "uh...sorry. i didn't see you when i walked out."

"no, it's fine, i wasn't really paying attention either." you reply almost instantly, as if you had planned this response beforehand. once again, you both found your gazes lingering on each other longer than necessary, neither wanting to break the connection. finally, you reluctantly pull away, but the distance between you remained close, a silent conversation taking place between the two of you.

"so...i..i guess i'll see you at dinner on friday?" choso blurts, trying to make the situation less awkward for both you and him. you could see how he was visibly flustered and slightly uncomfortable.

you nod, adjusting your outfit and then the backpack on your shoulder. you had been coming back from a study session with a few of your friends for the upcoming test in your english class regarding shakespeare, which had the entire class groaning with irritation and annoyance.

"yeah, i'm looking forward to it." the words finally escape you. a small, almost shy smile tugs at the corners of choso's lips.

"me too..."

with one last lingering look, you and choso part ways, going in opposite directions of the hallway to go to your next destinations, both feeling a sense of anticipation for their upcoming dinner date.

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[artcalledtattoo]

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Never carried the

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Dear Trump

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Not sounding off as you like

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[beaversatemygrandma]

Huh. I have some weird thoughts to get out.

Alright, so I’m 90% sure this evolved into flirting. I’m having a hard time keeping it from turning into that because I’m genuinely enjoying talking to him so much. Like this started off as a shot in the dark thinking that he moved on with his life and forgot about me entirely. Which honestly, i should’ve expected that he didn’t. At all. I’m pretty sure that crush he had on me back then has not faded in the slightest.

Today i decided to bring up that i was curious how much he’d changed since I’ve last seen him. Honestly, it was a shot towards the line of flirting. I just wanted to check if i was attracted to him now. I guess I am. Turns out he’s somehow thinner (already a damn twig then. and the ONLY person I’ve heard have that happen through the pandemic) and all I can think about is that one post saying “when you roll down the window in the car and your skinny bf goes flying out like an old mcdonald’s napkin” because this boy is straight up 15lbs lighter than me. I might lose him when going down the highway. This is fine. Also grew facial hair. It’s cute. Like actually cute. And then he literally goes into explaining some bionicle figure that was caught in the picture. I know it was an anxious “oh fuck, toy in pic” thing. But it was cute. Why was it cute? And why am I feeling things for the guy i found annoying in high school?

Though i do wonder if i really did find him annoying or if it was just the shallow social standards that high schoolers normally have because half the school hated him because he was awkward and geeky. Because it’s really starting to feel like i just used to be that shallow. I used to hang out with him enough to consider him a friend though. But I still told others that he was just the weird guy puppy-dogging along with me and was annoying. When he’s really not. He’s sweet and let’s me talk about things most people won’t. I can be childish and nerdy around him with no judgement and I love it.

Oh my god, send help. I didn’t want this to happen. Now i guess i have to live with what he did in high school.... jeez.

As it turns out though, he has also hit a massive wall due to the pandemic so he’s been sitting at home since he graduated college essentially doing nothing because he’s high risk to covid. Though, he’s been finally able to leave the house recently and has been trying out the job market. (Not going well. But i gave him the info for Randstad and stuff. He does NOT need a retail job. He would not survive a week. He’s fragile. It’d kill him. Probably not literally but my god do i want to protect him from that.) We’re already making little plans for when I’ll be back in town and such too. Apparently he hasn’t done all too much relating to finally being an adult and I flat out want to be the one to show him the world. I want to get this guy to eat sushi for the first time and buy him a beer. Vicariously live through the new stuff he’d be going through.

I also made him listen to Tool and finally broke the barrier that kept him from cursing. That was fun. Also, starting to think that showing music is a form of love language for him because it did absolutely trigger an oddly intimate conversation.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a crush that wasn’t “I want to fuck this person” but more along the lines of me absolutely wanting to cuddle the shit out of, protect, and show the world to this person. Because that’s exactly what i want to do to him. This is new to me oddly enough... It’s been a while since it was for wholesome reasons.

Huh. I’ve got a lot to think about here tbh. Because it’s quickly evolving and I don’t know what to do with this. Literally just sent a goodnight text that i had to fight against putting in my brash and teasing flirting. I’m to that point. I want to do that. But no. Too soon. It’s been like a week.

Only a week. For the love of god. WHY. Am I really just that lonely nowadays or am I actually feeling something for him? Because this feels like actual feelings. I haven’t seen this boy in person since we were both 17 and here I am at 23 deadass wanting to be there with him right now. This is So Very New. Oh My God. I do Not know what to do here.

[ezm-imagines]

maybe it’s inevitable - eddie munson x reader

SUMMARY: You build up the courage to finally ask Eddie on a date! Buuut he thinks you’re just trying to buy drugs. 😬

TAGS: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader,  angst to fluff, Eddie is an idiot who doesn’t believe you’d ask him out, pining., no season spoilees

WORD COUNT:  1.9k

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Eddie POV:

“What’s Y/N L/N doing staring at us?” Dustin asked aloud to the cafeteria table.

Eddie’s head snapped up from his lunch, but you were already turning back around to your table, “Dunno,” he replied under his breath.

“Maybe she’s finally noticed how Munson stares at her like a fucking puppy.”

Eddie shot his friend a deadly glare, “You wanna say that again, Jeff?”

His friend only smiled and took a gulp of his drink instead.

Eddie turned back to Y/N, “There’s nothing to notice anyway. She’s fucking Y/N L/N. Everyone in this whole school stares at her like that. What, she’d notice me more than any of the other hundreds of guys?”

“So you do admit you stare,” Dustin accused.

Eddie threw a nut at his face.

“She’s getting up,” Gareth announced, “Maybe she’s coming over here to tell you to stop being such a creep.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned to Gareth, “You’re one to ta—“

“Oh my god, she is coming over here,” Jeff breathed.

Eddie moved to look but Gareth caught his hand, “No! Don’t look. Innocent until proven guilty. You’ve never stared at her before in your whole life; she has no proof.”

Eddie trained his eyes on his tray, forcing himself not to look at you— something he was pretty good at by now.

But then the boys were right. You were sitting down. Right next to him. Whaaat the fuck. His eyes shot up to you, trying to make himself look not as terrified as he was right now.

“Hey,” you smiled softly. He swallowed. Oh, God, he’d never been this close to you before. You were so fucking pretty. And you smelled so pretty too. Oh God.

“Hi” he replied, as evenly as he could. What on earth were you doing over here? Talking to HIM? You’d never talked to him.

“You wanna maybe meet up this Saturday?”

All his excitement burned to ashes. So that was it. He should have fucking known. He’d had three other people come to him today alone for drugs for Saturday’s parties.

He couldn’t decide if he wanted to tell you to fuck off for getting his hopes up or if he should accept any scrap of time you were willing to offer, regardless of purpose. He decided on just acting like you were any other customer. Cuz apparently that’s all you wanted to be to him. Obviously. Should’ve known.

“Yeah. Sure,” he muttered.

“We… don’t have to,” you started to back out.

Okay, maybe he didn’t need to treat you that impersonally, “No, no, we… can. Uh. My place?” He offered that since it would mean less time he’d have to go out of his way for this. But he realized quickly you were the wrong crowd for that. You and all your friends wanted very little to do with him; you guys always requested somewhere as hidden as possible. “Or we could meet in the—“

“No! Your place is fine! Uh, how’s 6 sound?

Eddie nodded. 6. Yup. Perfect timing to get weed just before going to a party.

“Cool. See you then.” And then you were retreating back to the safety of your table.

“See?” Eddie told the table once you were out of earshot, “Nothing to notice. She just wanted drugs. Of course.”

Eddie stood up from his seat and left the cafeteria. He wasn’t hungry anymore, anyway.

~~

Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face when he heard the knock.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he grumbled.

He opened the door, and Jesus fucking Christ.

There you were, wearing the cutest outfit he’d ever seen you in, with your hair all tied up as usual and your cute hands playing with your fingernails nervously. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Maybe just for a moment he could pretend you were a pretty girl here for a date, and not for a business exchange before you would go back to pretending he didn’t exist. But then… if you were going to a party, that meant you were dressed like that for someone else. You were someone else’s pretty date, for that guy to open the door to you and see.

He felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

“Hi,” he said simply.

“Hey,” you smiled.

Don’t fucking smile at me like that.

“Come on in,” he motioned, turning around and letting you follow him in. He couldn’t keep looking at you standing there. He needed to get you your shit and get you out before he exploded.

He headed toward the dresser. Usually he would have prepared stuff for you ahead of time, but he couldn’t bring himself to this time. He was fucking grateful he didn’t. It gave him something else to look at right now instead of you.

But that also meant it gave you time to look at his place while he searched. He suddenly felt self-conscious. He always was in times like this, about his shitty little trailer compared to everyone else’s at that school. But usually he just told himself anyone judging him wasn’t worth shit. With you…

“So, what party?” he asked, hoping to distract you from the place.

“Huh?”

“What party are you going to tonight?”

“Uh. No party…?”

He rolled his eyes. Really? Did you think he was stupid? “Look, I’m not gonna show up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said it light-heartedly, but it came out with much more bite than he’d anticipated. Figures. He was pissed about it. You guys always did this shit. You think he wanted to go to those awful parties where basically everyone would just get in line to bully the shit out of him? Yeah, no thanks.

“I’m not lying. Why would I lie?”

Eddie furrowed his brow and turned around at that. You sounded so genuine.  Maybe you weren’t lying? But… his eyes trailed down to your outfit. You were dressed up for something. So… then were you headed to a one-on-one date instead of a whole party? Oh, God, that was so much worse. Providing weed for you to go on a date with someone else. He shouldn’t have asked at all. He turned back around to find something as quickly as possible and get this done so he could get high himself and hopefully never have to think about this ever, ever again.

“Am I not good enough for you?” Your voice came from behind him, “Is that it? Some backwards retribution for what the guys put you through? Or is it someone else?”

Eddie spun around. What?????

You were… Jesus, you were crying. What on earth???

Maybe… you thought he was gonna short you? Or maybe you thought crying would get you a discount?  Well, no dice. Even if you looked really cute with your big eyes all watered up like that. But he would never tell you that. All your jock friends would come beat the shit out of him if they knew he’d thought that.

Or, Jesus, maybe you were mad he was taking so long and wasting your precious time. Well, lucky for you then, he’d just found the right bag.

“I was… gonna give you a half ounce for $20? That seems fair to me…?”

“What?” you asked quietly.

He looked down at the baggie in his hand, then back to you, “What?”

“Eddie,” you chuckled. Oh man, he liked when you said his name. “Eddie, I’m not here for drugs.”

What??? What on earth else could you be here for?

“I was asking-- I was asking you to go on a date with me.”

You… sorry. You what? No way he’d heard that right.

“You… you were… asking me… on a date.”

You nodded.

“And… not a date as a way to get drugs?” He really wouldn’t be able to handle that if that was the case. If he got to kiss you and put his hands on you… he wasn’t sure he could ever let go. Or that he would ever recover from being used like that by you.

“I don’t even do drugs, Eddie.”

Eddie set the weed back down and put a hand to his forehead, trying to work through this, “You’re serious?”

He was running through every option. The one that kept screaming at him was that this was a prank, but you wouldn’t have cried like that for a prank. What on earth else could your motive here be???

“Um,” you played with your sleeve, “If it’s… if it’s so ridiculous to you that I’m interested in you, you could just say that. I know your whole M.O. is, like, anti-cheerleader. So, if you don’t want to date me, I can just g—“

“Woah, woah, I never said that.”

A universe in which he wouldn’t fucking jump— no, not jump, fucking tackle every other motherfucker on the track— to date you didn’t even exist. He wondered how you could have possibly seen it like that. That somehow he thought he was too good for you? That wasn’t even a fathomable.

“Look, I’m…” he shook his head, “just trying to process… the queen of Hawkins high is asking me on a date. You do know who I am, right?”

Everyone knew. Scary, satanic, fucking freak who ran around the school terrorizing everyone. You were there every day in that cafeteria, seeing him yelling and walking on tables. You’d heard everyone calling him awful nicknames. Hell, half your high school experience had been him repeating his senior year. You absolutely knew who he was.

“Um, well, that is kind of the whole point of going on a date with someone,” you explained, “To learn about who they are…”

He wanted to ram his head through a door. You were so fucking adorable. And so fucking genuine. You actually wanted to date him. You actually wanted to know him. As fucking ludicrous and backwards as it was, that’s what you were telling him right now. And for some other ludicrous reason, he was believing you.

He cracked a grin, shocked, “So you LIKE me?”

You swatted his arm, “Eddie! Answer me!”

“I’m sorry! Sorry! Obviously, obviously I want to date you. I’m not entirely sure what you think you’re getting out of this situation, and I know you’re gonna get sick of me really quick, but if you’re willing to low ball yourself to my—“

“Eddie,” you repeated, “Just shut up.”

Eddie grinned even wider, “See? Told ya you’d get tired of me quickly.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he was already kissing you. The floodgates were open. He was kissing you and he would never stop kissing you now. He’d had a crush on you for so long and you tasted just as sweet as he’d always thought you would. You two were gonna go on a fucking date, and fucking hold hands and shit, and you’d come up to his lunch table to talk to him all the time, and—

Wait.

Eddie pulled away.

“Oh my god, I’ve been so rude to you this week!”

“Oh. Uh. It’s okay--”

“It most certainly is not!”

“Eddie—“

“If anyone else treated the girl I was dating like that and made her cry, I would literally go kick their teeth in.” That wasn’t even the half of what he’d do if someone made you cry. He’d be in jail for murder by the end of the night, guaranteed.

You giggled, “As admirable as that is, I prefer your teeth as they are.”

“Okay, then think of something else. Anything. You name it.”

“Go on a real date with me?” You raised your eyebrows. As if he would fucking say no.

“That’s a reward, not a punishment.”

“Go on a real date with me to the movies and buy my body’s weight worth of popcorn for me?”

He grinned, “Atta girl.”

His girl. Fuck.

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A/N: HI HI HI HI I looove writing his perspective he’d be literally so sweet to a girl he’s crushing on i love him i love him

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