#almost like a responsibility y'know like what do you want me to DO?? let her get pregnant?? anyway enough tangent lmao

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bruised part five -> my person

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Iwaizumi's certain he's being punished. Some kind of penance for a transgression in a past life.

Her arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, and his arms are hooked under her knees as he carries her towards their apartment on his back. And he can feel too much of her: her cheek resting against his shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against his chest, and the warmth of her breath on the skin of his neck.

It makes it harder to focus. It makes him want to forget about how it was Bokuto's shoulder she was resting on when he arrived to bring her home. And that's something he won't let himself forget.

And as if she can hear this thoughts and decides she wants to torment him, she squirms, nuzzling in closer to him, and whispering softly, "Haji," in his ear.

He swallows before he answers. She's the only one who calls him that. "What's up?" he asks, trying not to let his rising heartbeat or twisting nerves seep into his voice.

"This is like," she starts, and then pauses, blowing out a hot stream of air that lands right on Iwaizumi's neck and goes straight down to his gut, "fucking, the millionth time you've picked me up drunk."

"Yeah," he agrees with a chuckle. "Well, you're a sloppy drunk."

She offers up a hum in agreement. "You must really fucking love me to put up with me this much."

Iwaizumi thinks that his heart leaps up into his throat, for just a second. "Of course I do," he confirms. "You're my best friend, dumbass."

There's nothing she has to say in response. She turns her head to bury her face in the fabric of his shirt. The rest of their walk back is silent.

It's only a few more minutes before they arrive home. Iwaizumi doesn't let her down once they cross through their front door and he kicks off his shoes. He ignores the smug sort of look that (the somehow still awake) Kyotani tosses in his direction and brings her directly to her room.

He thinks that she's asleep by the time he deposits her on the edge of her bed, and he's ready to throw a blanket over her and slink back into his own room. But the second he places her down, a hand goes tight around his shirt, and she yanks Iwaizumi down to lie beside her. "Stay with me tonight," she says, not once opening her eyes as she lays her head down on his chest and wraps an arm around his middle. "Like when we were kids."

It's not anything like when they were kids. When they had sleepovers and she managed to convince them both that there were ghosts and demons lurking, and they needed to stay together for protection. Or when her parents would fight and she would sneak through his window, staying the night with him just so she wouldn't be alone.

It's not anything like that, Iwaizumi thinks, as he hesitantly settles back against her pillows, and places his arm over her shoulders. "At least take your shoes off," he mumbles.

Through the darkness of her room, he can almost see the way her legs shuffle and struggle to kick off her still tied shoes. But she does so without ever lifting her head away from his chest, flicking her ankles so her shoes soar across the room, landing in a spot they're almost certainly not supposed to be.

She sighs, content, and wiggles in place, like she's trying to settle in deeper to him. "Did you know," she starts, voice heavy with sleep and intoxication, "that you've always been my person?"

Iwaizumi looks up at the ceiling. Shadows from the light outside her window shift and reshape. "Whaddya mean?" he asks, barely a whisper. He wonders if she can hear his heart beat.

"I dunno," she mumbles. "You're just my person. Like, our lives are so intertwined. I dunno who I'd be without you. Like, if you disappeared from my life tomorrow, I dunno how much of me would be left. I'd be like, a new person, y'know?"

And there's no one she'd pick over you.

Iwaizumi breathes evenly and deliberately. There would've been a time in his life, and maybe it was pretty recently, that those words would've made his chest swell up with pride. Because of course he's her person. She's always been his. That's how it's always been. It's always been them.

But now, the words twist in his chest like a knife.

I don't think she'd have room for a romantic partner that's not you.

"Don't worry about that kind of thing," he says, turning on his side, facing her and pulling her into a tighter embrace. "I got you."

Her voice is muffled, so he almost doesn't hear it when she says, "I know."

Tonight, he can be selfish. Tonight, it can be just them. He can hold her in his arms and he can't pretend that things don't have to change. Tomorrow, he will make room. But tonight, it's just them.

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Wear Leggings More Often

Spencer Reid x fem! reader

MDNI

WC: 1K

Notes: Afab! Reader, reader referred to as "girl", fingering, marking, public sex

It had been years since you joined the BAU, and in those years, you'd gotten questioned multiple times on why you never wore leggings - that and dresses. You always flaunted them off with an excuse. They weren't your style. They're uncomfortable. You didn't want to seem like one of those girls. You couldn't find any brands you liked. The list of excuses went on and on. 

One time, all it took was one time, on an especially hot summer day, you could feel the sweat beading on your forehead, and you were too irritable to deal with the constant questions. So, there you stood, questioning whether you should actually do this, in leggings and a tank-top, suitable clothing for the weather.

You could almost feel your sanity break as you stood in the silent elevator, regretting your decision, knowing your colleagues, especially Garcia, would blow it out of proportion. One hand was clenched on your side, holding over your stomach, while the other supported a thumb that was currently in your mouth, chewing on your fingernail out of anxiousness.

The elevator door dinged open, and you were hit with a dust of warm air. You were silently grateful for your choice of clothing as you made your way across toward your desk. You saw Penelope sitting at someone's desk, a fan in front of her face and decided to wave toward her. 

Catching her attention, she smiled at you before her mouth dropped. "Oh my god. Girl."

You decided to play off her reaction with a wave of your hand to which she instantly stood up excitedly. "I suppose the AC's out?" You questioned, deciding to change her train of thought, knowing she was about to mention what you were wearing. 

"Yeah, the AC's out. Everyone's too heated to do their work so Hotch might consider laying us off early today. It was too hot for me to be in my office with all those working computers, y'know, so I came out here." She was now calm, now knowing it would embarrass you if she went out of proportion. 

You decided to wrap up your conversation with Penelope before walking off to your own desk. Upon seeing someone else sitting there, a pang of slight disappointment knowing you can't sit down, you decided to instead help your coworkers. You turned and you could see Spencer Reid, the man who's been occupying your mind for weeks, staring at you. 

You raised an eyebrow, silently signifying your confusion only to see him turn away, his lips pressed together. You made your way across the room toward Reid, whose pencil was clutched tightly in his hand. "Reid? Why...?" You trailed off certain he knew what you were going to ask.

He turned toward you, a pained expression on his face as he started stuttering out a response. He ended up completely changing the subject, which you decided not to question. After a never-ending conversation, you decided Spencer would be the person you would work with, pulling up a chair beside him. 

As you worked together, you couldn't mistake Spencer's sneaking glances toward you. After so much time had passed, multiple of your coworkers having left, there was no doubt in your mind no one else saw the flirtatious hand on your thigh. With a blushing face, you turned away from Spencer and your work to meet eyes with Garcia after she was approached by Hotch and laid off. 

She was the only one who saw the hand on your thigh and, knowing you had liked Spencer, she clasped a hand over her mouth to hold in the squeal she was bound to let out and left. With everyone now gone except a select few, your face grew hot as you felt his hand move to rub his thumb in the midst of your thigh. 

After so long, you could feel his hand move upwards toward your cloth-covered crotch, making your breath hitch. You had to cover your mouth to hold back a moan when you felt him rub his fingers into your cunt, rubbing your slick so he could feel how wet you were. 

You could feel his breath in the crook of your neck as he rubbed your slick, making goosebumps arise on your skin. "You look so good in these leggings," he whispered in your ear, causing a pleasuring shiver run underneath your skin. 

Before you knew what was happening, he was playing with the hem of your leggings. You looked down at his veiny hand just as it slipped into your dripping cunt. You could feel every ridge and callous of his finger as it pumped in and out of you. 

You moved one of your hands down toward his wrist, trying to push him deeper inside you as the grip around your mouth tightened. "You want more?" He cooed, instantly obliging by curling his finger inside your velvet walls. You whimpered into your hand as you felt him hit the gummy part inside your clenching insides each time he thrust his finger. 

You let out a quiet moan into your hand as you felt him land his hand on your breast, taking his time to fondle it as you felt a familiar feeling of your muscles tightening in your abdomen. You heard him as he let out a groan into your ear before latching his lips onto your neck and sucking blood to the surface. You could feel the muscles in your snap, making you let out a moan before you fell limp in the chair. 

"Good girl," You heard Spencer say as he slipped his finger out of you, causing you to moan once again. You slumped in your chair, too fuzzy-brained to think properly, as you watched him start to pack his things, his bag slung over his shoulder. Landing a kiss on your forehead, he whispered something to you before he placed his hand back on your thigh, making eye contact, a knowing smirk on his face, "You should wear leggings more often."

[maxsimagination]

𝗹𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗮 - 𝗮.𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀

warnings: none

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the bar was quiet for once, a rare wednesday night the one time i didn't have to run around serving drinks in a frenzy.

there was a couple of people, groups at different tables in the building, but very few at the actual bar. i was wiping down the surface and stocking some liquors when someone walked up to the bar. i put the rag down that i was cleaning with and turn to the woman.

"what can i get you, ma'am?" the blonde looks at me, her faded pink strands framing her face. "just a rum and coke, por favor." (please.)

she looks tired, drained. when i slide the drink over to her, she looks up with a small smile on her face. "gracias." (thank you.)

"de nada." (you’re welcome.)

i use the small amount of spanish i know from living in the country for a couple of months. she perks up when i speak in her native tongue. i give a small smile in response and she grins. her smile is beautiful, it makes her face light up.

"do you know much spanish?" the woman speaks again.

"no not much. i've only been here for a couple of months." that seems to surprise her.

"how old are you?"

"twenty, i turn twenty-one in five months."

we keep chatting, the bar stayed quiet as some people filtered in and out and i served a couple drinks. i learned that the women was twenty-nine and she loves women's football. we had that in common, but i watched it a lot less as i had uni during the days and worked the night shifts at the bar.

"when do you clock off?"

"my shift finishes at 12, i'm on close today."

"i can wait for you." i glance up at her, kind of surprised why she'd want to wait until 12 for a stranger to get off work. "just to walk you home?"

she follows up in hopes of not making it awkward. i smile at her eagerness. "i'd like that."

it was a very uneventful three hours of waiting until i could go home, but the woman, whose name i still did not know, stayed with me the whole time. we talked most of the time, and occasionally when i had to serve some customers she would just scroll on her phone.

about an hour out from closing, i started on the tasks that needed to be done before i left.

"i'm going to start cleaning the place before we close." i let the woman know and left the bar to get the mop and other supplies. "bien." (okay.)

after the half hour it took me to mop all the floors, i returned to move all the drinks under the bar into storage.

finally i was done and it was time for me to go home.

"we can go now, i've done everything i need to."

we left the building and i locked the door with the key i had in my bra. it was the only place i knew i wouldn't loose it. we walked in comfortable silence for a bit, when i remember i didn't know her name.

"y'know, you never did tell me your name."

there was a block of silence before she answered.

"ah.., yea. there's a reason for that. i'm, i guess, what you would consider famous. alexia putellas, nice to meet you."

i knew i'd heard that name before, then it clocked; the spanish footballer. "alexia as in barcelona women?" she nodded sheepishly.

"okay."

i didn't mind that she was famous, it didn't change anything. i knew alexia from the conversation we had in the bar, not that fact that she was a famous spanish footballer.

"okay? you don't care that i'm famous?"

"i do, but it's not what i'm basing you off. i got to know the alexia in the bar, not alexia putellas, football legend. i like you for you, not your fame."

alexia flicked her hair away from her face and smiled down at me. "thankyou."

"for what?"

"for not treating me like every other celebrity. for seeing me as an actual person." i almost teared up at how she worded it but smiled at her still. we had been walking for a bit and made it to my street. we walked up to the apartment block and up to where my room was.

"did you want to maybe stay the night? y'know, just because you walked all this way." i unlocked the door with my other key and waited for alexia to answer.

"you haven't told me your name yet." it was not the answer i was expecting but i told her anyway.

"y/n. me llamo y/n l/n." (my name is y/n y/l/n.)

"well, y/n, i would love to stay the night."

and with that, we both walked into the apartment and i shut and locked the door.

[sunflowergirl522]

The Other Wheeler 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader

Summary: you’re normally the forgotten Wheeler to anyone other than Mikes friends but Eddie is captivated by you upon first glance.

Word Count: 7600

A/N: This series is just gonna be updated whenever I can get myself to focus on it. I was gonna wait till I had at least part 2 finished before posting it but Lea really wanted me to finally post it and who would I be if I kept my biggest fan waiting.

Eddie Masterlist

“Mike, come on, let's go!” Nancy yells for your brother who’s waiting for his waffles to pop out of the toaster. This is how almost every day of school has gone so far because Nancy has to get there early to do stuff with the school's paper. “I swear to God I’m going to leave you here and you can bike to school!”

“I’m coming!” He yells back through a mouthful of Eggo.

“I could always drive you.” You offer watching him wince as he grabs his newly toasted waffles. You’re just now getting yourself breakfast since you don’t have to leave for another twenty minutes. You’ve offered the same thing almost every morning and each time you’ve gotten the same response.

“It’s fine, thanks though.” He smiles at you before shoving a waffle in his mouth.

“Mike!”

“I’m coming!” He slings his bag over his shoulder as he runs out the door following your sister to her car. You’re not shocked that he picks Nancy again, it’s what everyone seems to do. To everyone other than Mike's friends you’re the forgotten Wheeler. Even your parents seem to forget you exist unless they’re comparing you to Nancy or other kids your age. You sigh before turning your attention back to the bowl of cereal in front of you. When you leave you make sure to grab the textbook Mike forgot on the counter again.

“Who’s that lost sheep over there?” Eddie asks after a while of watching the girl sitting alone bobbing her head along to whatever is playing through her headphones and doing what looks like homework while picking at the little food in front of her. He had seen her in a couple of his classes this year already and she intrigued him because she always was just listening to music or doing the work assigned. He’s not sure he’s heard or seen her talk until earlier that day when he spotted her talking to Mike and handing him a book. “Wheeler, you know her don’t you?”

“Huh?” Mike follows where the older man's attention is before turning back to him and shrugging. “Oh, yeah. That’s my sister Y/n.”

“I didn’t know you had a second sister.” Eddie leans forward and the rest of the club nods along, a little surprised to hear that. 

“Y/n’s the best, Mike doesn’t talk about her for whatever reason though.” Dustin chimes in, glaring a little at his friend. “If she was my sister I’d talk about her all the time.”

“You do talk about her all the time.” Mike rolls his eyes going back to paying attention to his food. “I’m shocked you haven’t told Eddie about her yet.”

“She never came up in conversation.” Dustin shrugs, turning back to look at Eddie. “She’s been driving me here in the mornings.”

“She’s been driving you to school? And you let her?” Mike sputters out not being able to believe this. But really he shouldn’t be surprised because from the first time you came down to the basement to offer the boys freshly baked cookies during a dungeons and dragons session Dustin and even Lucas and Will had all but claimed you as their own. Dustin even had a crush on you for the longest time before it faded away.

“Yeah, you should really take her up on her offers to drive you y'know, or you’ll be stuck coming in early with Nancy all year.”

“Y/n’s car is being held together with duct tape Dustin, duct tape. I’m not getting in that death trap.” Eddie smiles a little as he watches the two freshman bicker before turning his attention back to the Wheeler he didn’t know existed until now.

You’re oblivious to the attention you’re getting. You’re too focused on getting the math homework that’s due next period done that you didn’t have time to do after closing Elixir Records last night. You loved working at the little music store in town, it’s why you were so okay with working right after school till close, but sometimes you had to rush last minute to get your school work done because of how busy it could get. Normally you get your homework for that night done at lunch or at work with the rare time of having to stay up when you got home to finish it. Last night was one of those once in a blue moon times that you still had some to do but you were so tired from running around the shop trying to get the stock done that your coworker who walked out the day before, your day off, was supposed to do that you had passed out at your desk.

You’re distracted by finishing up the worksheet and the music flowing through your ears so you don’t notice Dustin walking up to you. His presence is so sudden and unexpected that when you glance up and see him standing in front of you you jump a bit in your seat. You pull your headphones down to sit around your neck and drop the pencil in your hand so he knows he has your full attention.

“Jeez Dustbunny give a girl some warning before popping up out of the blue.” 

“Sorry, I thought maybe you would’ve noticed me coming.”

“What do you need, bud?”

“I was just wondering if you were still willing to take me home after school? If not that’s fine Eddie offered to give me a ride since he wanted to talk to me about this new campaign he’s planning for Hellfire.” The boy in front of you points with his thumb over his shoulder at the older boy who ducks his head down when you peer around Dustin to look his way. 

You knew of Eddie Munson, it was hard not to have at least heard of him before. He was in some of your classes this year and Dustin’s told you about him and their club during the drive to school. You admired how he took your brother and his friends under his wing almost immediately. You’ve never interacted with him yourself but you knew he wasn’t the freak everyone wanted to see him as.

“Yeah I can still drive you home, I told Lucas I’d give him a ride too. But if you wanna go with Eddie that works for me. It’ll give me a smidge more time to get ready for work.”

“Okay, I’ll let him know. Are you closing the shop again tonight?”

“Yeah, you want me to see if there’s anything good in the clearance section for you again?” He smiles wide at the offer. He loved when you presented him with music you thought he’d like that you found on sale at work. Sometimes you’d even hand him a tape of an album that just came out.

“If you have time, yeah. I’ll let you get back to your work.” He motions to the almost complete worksheet in front of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n!”

“See ya Dustin.” You smile at the boy before he turns and heads back to his table. You put your headphones back on, giving Eddie a small wave when your eyes meet, and get back to finishing up the last two problems before you can move on to the work you’ve been given for tonight. 

“Tomorrow we’ll be picking lab partners for the first big project of the year.” Ms. O’Donnell rushes out after the bell rings and everyone starts collecting their things. Picking partners is your least favorite thing and you wish she would’ve just assigned them like most other teachers. You have no idea who you’d pick with not really making the effort to become friends with anyone anymore. After Barb ditched you to be better friends with Nancy you stopped trying, you figured anyone else would just do the same thing. As you make your way out of the classroom you see Eddie in the corner of your eye finishing up a doodle in his notebook, something you’ve noticed he does a lot instead of paying attention. Maybe you’ll see if he wants to be your lab partner because you doubt anyone is going to be fighting to be his. You don’t even care about doing all the work if you have to.

You rush down the hall knowing that Lucas is probably gonna beat you to your locker. His last class is right next to his own and that’s down the hall from yours. You dive around people in the halls who are moving slowly distracted by talking to their friends instead of hurrying to get home. You smile when you see Lucas walking up to your locker unlocking it for you.

“You ready to go?” You ask, grabbing your bag and shoving your notebooks into it.

“Yeah, are we waiting for Dustin and Mike?”

“No, Dustin’s getting a ride with Eddie and Mike told me he’s going home with Nancy again.” You both make your way down the hallway towards the entrance of the school. “How were basketball tryouts yesterday?”

“They were alright, I think I made the team but I won’t be sure until next week.”

“Well if you didn’t make the team they’re dumb. You’re a great player, I mean you always beat me when we play together.” You bump your shoulder into his own and he laughs at you.

“Yeah that’s because you suck at sports.” You send him a mock hurt face over the roof of your car.

“That’s the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Lucas just rolls his eyes getting into the car and you shoot him a smile once you’re seated next to him. “Seriously though Lukey I’m sure you made the team you’ve been practicing since you found out about the team.”

“Stop using that nickname Y/n, I’m not a little kid anymore.” He groans out but turns to look out of the window so you can’t see the small smile on his face.

“I’ll never stop. Now let’s go get your sister and blow this popsicle stand.” With that you pull out of the parking spot and start over to the middle school.

You make it to work twenty minutes early but after getting home and changing your dad started going on about how you need to do stuff for college already and how Nancy already filled out college applications. All you wanted to do was scream about how that’s because Nancy knew what she wanted to do after high school and the only thing on your radar is moving out as soon as you graduate. You didn’t though, you had stopped responding to his tangents with anything other than ‘yeah I’ll get right on that dad’ since the first time you got held back in the eighth grade. 

You searched through the cassettes on sale deciding on the Eagles first album to get for Dustin before checking that you can clock in. You spend the first hour of your shift restocking the vinyls that are getting low. Once that’s finished you switch out the album that had finished playing over the store's speakers for a new one before moving behind the counter for the next six hours of your shift. After checking out the two people that were in the shop you pull out the book assigned for English to get the next chapter read for the day after tomorrow. You’re halfway through it when the bell above the door chimes once more and you glance up from it to find Eddie Munson himself entering the store. You giggle at his wide eyes from the sound of the new bell and his head snaps from where it’s tilted up to examine where the chime came from to where you’re sitting behind the counter. His mouth parts slightly as you give him a friendly smile before looking back down at the book and continuing reading.

Eddie stumbles a bit at seeing you here. He’s been buying albums from this store almost exclusively since it opened and he’s never seen you here. He never would’ve thought that the intriguing girl he just found out was Mike’s sister would be working at his favorite music store the night he came for a fucking Abba album. His eyes keep finding their way to your slouched over figure as he makes his way over to where he knows he’ll find their Super Trouper album. On his way to the counter he grabs a Megadeth album that he definitely already has to make this situation less weird.

“Did you find everything okay?” You ask putting in the bookmark and shutting the book before placing it off to the side.

“Yeah.” He so badly wants to say something else to you but his mind blanks as he hesitantly places the tapes on the counter.

“Do you wanna be my lab partner in Ms. O’Donnells class?” You blurt it out as you ring him up.

“What?”

“We’re in the same science class and she said we’re picking lab partners tomorrow.”

“No, I know that. You want to be mine?”

“Well yeah. Why not? Unless you already have one of course. I just don’t really have anyone else I’d want to do it with.” Your voice softens near the end and Eddie can see a hint of loneliness flash across your face before you try to cover it up with a smile. He can tell that’s what it is based on your words, tone, and the fact that he’s felt the same way before. It’s not often people want to hang around the town freak.

“Nah I don’t have one yet. So if you’ll have me Y/n I’ll be your partner.”

“You know who I am?”

“Yeah, I noticed you sitting alone at lunch today and Mike and Dustin told me about you.” He rubs the back of his neck a little embarrassed to admit that he was watching you.

“Mike was talking about me? Willingly?” The disbelief is strong in your voice and it shocks Eddie because as soon as the two boys had started talking about you they couldn’t seem to stop.

“Why do you sound so shocked about that?” Eddie leans his elbows on the counter resting his weight on them.

“Oh, it’s just I don’t know, Mike never seems to be all that interested in being related to me I guess. It’s not that we have a bad relationship or anything, he just seems to want to be around Nancy more. Probably because they’re closer in age.” You add in the last part more to reassure yourself.

“Really? He seemed to have nothing but good things to say about you and I’ve never seen him talk about Nancy with the sort of excitement he had today. And Dustin seems to absolutely adore you.” You can feel yourself getting flustered at his words and his scrutinizing gaze.

“Oh I love Dustin, he’s my little Dustbunny.” You look away as you begin to bag up his items and he chuckles at the nickname.

“Dustbunny?”

“Oh shit, don’t tell him you know that. As much as Mike's friends enjoy my nicknames for them, they hate when I use them in public for everyone else to hear. You should see Lucas’s face when I use his, he’s slapped a hand over my mouth before.” You laugh just thinking about it and Eddie finds himself hoping to hear the sound again. “Their friend Will gets absolutely blushy when I say his a little too loudly.”

“Oh I definitely need to know what all of their nicknames are.” You shake your head and mimic zipping your mouth shut and throwing the key over the counter. “You can’t just tell me they hate them and not tell me!” Eddie complains before diving to act like he’s searching for the key and jumping up victoriously and acting out unlocking your mouth. “Please, you’re killing me here Y/n.” You ignore the feeling of his fingers on your lips as he unzips them and laugh as you knock his hand away.

“Fine I’ll tell you Will’s since he’s all the way in Cali and it’s unlikely you’ll meet him anytime soon.” You let out another round of giggles at how he perks up at hearing that. “I call him Yam Yam. It started as just calling him Will Yam since his full name is William but then I discovered how much fun it is to call out Yam Yam instead. Now that’s it, forget you heard his and Dustins, no one needs to know that you know alright?”

“I’m not promising anything.” He holds his hands up and shakes his head before pointing at you. “You shouldn’t have fallen into my trap and told me.”

“That’s not fair, how's anyone supposed to deny your big puppy dog eyes?” The bell above the door chimes again and you quiet down since someone else has entered the store. “How about this, you don’t bring up the nickname thing to them and I won’t tell everyone about how our resident metalhead is a secret Abba head?”

“Fine, you drive a hard bargain.”

“Your total is thirteen dollars by the way.” He places a ten and a five dollar bill on the counter while taking the bag from you.

“Keep the change.” He motions towards the tip jar next to the register. “I know all about your taped together car.”

“Get out of here I will not tolerate disrespect towards my sweet sweet car. I’ll see you tomorrow Eddie.” He laughs as you shoo him away and listens to you greet the next customer on his way out the door. He can’t seem to shake his smile the rest of the night.

The next day you’re a little shocked when Eddie takes a seat next to you in your shared third period English class. As he pulls out the chair next to you he also pulls your headphones down to rest on your neck. It causes you to immediately straighten up not sure who it was at first but relax when you see the brunette take a seat next to you.

“So, do I get a fun little nickname now that we’re friends?”

“Who said we’re friends now?”

“Uh, you did when you asked me to be your lab partner. You signed a contract and everything. Is that Motley Crue playing?” He takes the headphones you’ve placed on the table while you went to stop your walkman and places them on his head just before the music cuts off.

“I don’t remember signing any kind of contract, you'll have to talk to my lawyer. And then maybe we’ll see about that nickname you want.” You smile at him, taking the headphones back and turning to face the teacher as he starts to speak. Eddie’s attention stays on you for a little bit longer before pulling out his notebook and starting to doodle instead of paying attention.

At lunch Eddie spends the first half of it with his attention drifting from the guys over to where you’re sitting doing the same thing as yesterday. His legs bounces up and down as he fights the urge to get up and go bother you. In the end he loses the battle and pushes away from the table the screeching of the chair on the floor causing Dustin to stop mid sentence as the group watches him walk over to you.

“So, I’ve spoken to your lawyer, sadly the contract is binding and you’re stuck with me.” He says after knocking your headphones down over your face. You let out a fake sigh of disappointment as he sits next to you spreading out.

“I guess I am, you sure he couldn’t find some sort of loophole? He’s normally so good at that.”

“Nope. What are you working on?” He pulls your notebook to sit in front of him instead of you. “This doesn’t look like a list of nicknames for you to choose from.”

“It’s my psych notes. I gotta study now for the test tomorrow because I probably won’t have time tonight after work. Don’t worry though Eddie I had a nickname picked out for you from the very beginning.” You pull said notes back to you watching how his face lights up at your words. You can’t help but match his smile with one of your own.

“What is it?”

“You’ll find out when you’ll find out.” You shrug and look away from him back down at your notes.

“What kind of an answer is that?” You laugh as his arms flail around with his question.

“Looks like someones cozying up with Y/n.” Dustin teases Mike as they watch the two of you laugh together.

“Shut up Dustbunny.” Mike grumbles to his friend as he turns away and focuses on his food again in a mood over Eddie seeming to be into his sister.

“You’re not supposed to call me that Mikey Mouse.” Dustin kicks Mike under the table. “You gonna go all overprotective little brother mode on him?”

“Pft no why would I?”

“Because you do that. You don’t notice how you start acting towards people who seem to want to get close to her? You come off real standoffish and try to seem tougher like that’s possible.”

“I do not, just shut up Dustin.”

“Dustin! Are you coming or what?” You yell out seeing him across the parking lot at Eddie’s van. “We gotta pick up Erica!”

“I’m coming!” Once he’s in the car with you and Lucas you drive up next to Eddie and stop. “If you were coming here anyway, why'd you yell for me?”

“Because you should’ve already been in the car.” You lean over the middle console and Lucas to stick your head out the window. “Hey Eddie, you coming over to work on the project still?”

“Yeah, do you want me to follow you?” He leans down so your heads are closer together.

“No you can just head straight there since I gotta drop Dustin off first. You remember which house it is right? I know you’ve given Mike rides home after club meetings before.”

“Yeah, I remember where it is. So I’ll meet you there?”

“Yep.”

“You guys done throwing goo goo eyes at each other over me?” Lucas complains and you give him a side eye.

“Shut up Lukey Poo-” You’re cut off as Lucas throws a hand over your mouth wide eyed and pulls you back in the car.

“Okay bye Eddie she’ll see you in like not even twenty minutes! Y/n go, drive, Erica’s gonna be all crabby if we’re late again.”

“We’ll just blame it on Dustin again. See you soon Eddie!” Eddie laughs as you peel out of the parking lot turning into the middle schools. He’s pretty sure he was about to find out your nickname for Lucas if the kid hadn't pulled you back into the car. His mission is to find out your nicknames for each of the freshmen at some point.

“See you tomorrow Dustbunny!” You yell getting the middle finger in response from where he is on his doorstep. You laugh as you watch him get inside before pulling away and heading home. As you drive up your street you spot Eddie getting out of his van and Lucas groans.

“Y/n please do not yell that goddamn nickname as I walk away. Not with Eddie right there.”

“No Y/n do it.”

“Erica shut up, you’re just lucky for not having one yet.” You laugh at the Sinclairs pulling into the spot in front of the house sitting between your house and their own. You weren’t planning to use it before but now you think you will just because he complained about it. You let the kids get out first, giving Lucas time to walk away and feel safe before getting out yourself.

“Hey Eddie.” You step out of your car and give him a wave. “Hold on just one minute. Bye Erica, bye Lukey Pookey, see you both tomorrow!” Eddie laughs as the younger kids groan is loud enough that it reaches his ears.

“Lukey Pookey?”

“I normally just use the first part but when he annoys me or I can tell he’s really upset I use the full nickname. Now c’mon you get to meet the parents on our way up to my room.” Eddie’s head swims with thoughts of being a disappointment to your parents and immediately not getting an approval from them. Meanwhile you’re getting ready for whatever it is your father might say to you in front of your new friend. He’s sitting in his normal chair when you enter and you give him a wave and a smile. Your mom isn’t anywhere to be seen but you’re sure she’s in the kitchen making dinner. “Hey dad, this is Eddie, we’re gonna go work on our science project.”

“Nice to see you actually put in the effort. Maybe you’ll actually graduate this year instead of failing again.” Your heart drops at the same time that your eye twitches and your smile falls for the fraction of a millisecond, both things that Eddie catches. He doesn’t even look up from his paper to greet Eddie as he speaks.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” You grab Eddie's wrist and quickly make your escape from the living room and into the kitchen where your mom is getting ready to make dinner it seems. “Mom this is Eddie, we’re gonna be upstairs working on a science project if you need us.”

“Is he staying for dinner?” You look at Eddie expecting him to answer the question while your mom straightens up.

“Uh, no that’s fine Mrs. Wheeler, I don't want to be a bother.”

“You wouldn’t be a bother. I normally make more food than I should in case one of Mike's friends stops by out of the blue. Not that I would need to worry about not having enough, Y/n barely ever eats with us anymore so her portion goes uneaten.” You stop the eye roll that wants to happen at how she’s trying to guilt trip you again. It’s not your fault you have to work all the time in order to pay off your car when they just straight up bought Nancy one. And you wouldn’t need to save up to get a place of your own if your dad wasn’t awful to you.

“Eddie would love to stay for dinner mom. We should really start working on our project now though.” You pull Eddie away and up the stairs pausing in your journey only to wave to Mike who’s jaw drops at seeing Eddie trail behind you.

“So, they seem interesting.” Eddie says about your parents once your door is shut and you’ve collapsed face first onto your bed. You wish you could scream into your pillow right about now. 

“Yeah, interesting is definitely a word for them.” You roll onto your back and Eddie sits next to you.

“What did your dad mean about failing again? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” 

“I’m two years older than Nancy. The first time I got held back and failed was in the eighth grade because I had a hard time getting myself to get out of bed most mornings so I just didn’t go to school. My mom helped me get through a lot that year actually. And then I failed sophomore year because I kept skipping in order to go to work to get my car. My dad refuses to let me live either of those times down, always bringing up how pretty perfect Nancy never had to get held back.”

“Well failing isn’t that bad, I mean look at me I’m going on try number three on senior year. Schools tough, especially when you’ve got other things distracting you from it. Besides, you're not gonna fail this year because everytime I see you, you're busy working on something for classes since all your free time is at the shop. So you’ll be off to college and out of here in no time.” You smile at his words and sit up to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks Eddie, I’ll make sure you graduate this year too.”

Dinner has an awkward vibe around it that night. Eddie sits next to you, the both of you across from Mike and Nancy, the two of them not seeming to know how to act with your guest around. Nancy keeps side eyeing him while Mike just stares into Eddie’s soul. Your parents both sit at the heads of the table silently eating until your dad clears his throat.

“You wouldn’t happen to be that Munson kid would you?” His words cause you to choke on your food and Eddie sends you a worried glance before looking at your dad.

“Yes sir, that's me.”

“Didn’t you flunk out of high school?”

“No sir, I just failed senior year twice because I was too focused on my club. I’m graduating this year though my friends are helping me stay on track.”

“Y/n are you sure this is the type of person you want to surround yourself with?” You nearly spit out your drink.

“Dad!”

“I’ve heard some rumors about this kid and colleges aren’t going to want to accept you if you’re friends with freaks.’

“Ted!” Your mom exclaims while your siblings look at him wide eyes and mouths gaping. They haven’t seen the two of you in a fight in a while but Mike knows that this is definitely going to start one either between the two of you or with him and his dad.

“Eddie’s not a freak! I can’t believe you would call him that when Mikes into the same stuff that gets him called one. Eddie’s nothing but a sweetheart, you should see how he stands up for Mike and his friends and how at home they are with him. And who cares what colleges think of my friends, I don’t even think I’m going!” Your mom gasps along with Nancy. Mike is busy moving his eyes between you and your dad and Eddie places a calming hand on your knee. 

“Mrs. Wheeler, this meal is just delightful. I think it might be the best food I’ve had in a while.” Eddie says smiling towards your mom to try to break the tension a little bit. It’s not a lie either, with Wayne going to the plant early lately he’s mainly just been eating scraps.

“Oh! Thank you Eddie, feel free to come by for dinner whenever you like.”

“Sure thing!” With that everyone goes back to eating and Eddie leans over to whisper in your ear. “Next time, let’s do this at my place.”

“Yeah definitely.” You whisper back to him before focusing on your food hoping if you eat quickly enough you can escape with Eddie without another comment from your father.  

You walk Eddie to the door and wait until he gets into his van later wanting to kill time before having to go in and deal with the consequences of your words earlier. Hopefully you can avoid him altogether and go straight to your room but you can feel the storm brewing from outside. You just know he’s waiting inside getting ready for a screaming match. Something the two of you haven’t had since your second year as a sophomore and you started picking up every shift you could so as to avoid him as much as possible. 

“Y/n.” His stern yelling but not a yell voice reaches your ears as you start to walk past the living room making you wince before backtracking. 

“What?” You cross your arms standing in the entrance refusing to look away from him to glance at Mike and Nancy on the couch. You refuse to let him think he makes you even a little bit nervous by breaking eye contact first. 

“You really are stupid if you think we’re not talking about what you said at dinner.”

“I’m not stupid, I just don’t want to talk about it with you.” You grit your teeth feeling the anger boiling up inside you. 

“You’re going to college Y/n. You’re not going to be a burn out working at the music shop and living at home the rest of your life.”

“I won’t be. As soon as I graduate I’m gonna find my own place to live and you won’t have to worry about me anymore.” Mike’s eyes go wide at hearing this information, he didn’t know you were planning on moving out. Were you going to stay in town, or were you going to get the hell out of dodge? Was this year his last year to have a relationship with you before he only sees you on major holidays? Is he going to lose his big sister because his dad is that big of an asshole? He starts to get anxious at the thought and gets stuck in his head for a bit tuning out the fight in front of him.

“And I don’t want you hanging around that Munson kid anymore, he’s a bad influence on you. He’s probably the reason you think you don’t have to go to college.” You force out a fake laugh at his words and Mike’s attention goes back to the two of you.

“That’s rich, you never cared about who my friends were before so don’t try to care now. Why don’t you just open up and tell me exactly what you want to say about him.”

“No daughter of mine is going to be hanging around a known satanist!” You actually laugh at his words this time feigning wiping tears from your eyes.

“That’s funny, really it is. Because even if that were true, which it’s not, that means a satanist takes better care of your son than you do. And you should be embarrassed about that regardless of what religion Eddie may be. You’re supposed to be the protector aren’t you? So why is Eddie the one batting away the bullies and building up his self esteem and doing your job for you?”

“Get out! And don’t come back until you have a head back on your shoulders.” He points to the door and you put your hands up in surrender.

“What?” Nancy and Mike both look at each other in shock.

“Fine, I guess I won’t be coming back.” You turn on your heel and run to your room in order to pack up some clothes and buy you some time to figure out where you’re going to go. Worst case scenario you could see if Steve would let you crash at his place for a few nights. Sure the two of you aren’t the best of friends but you’re close enough after everything you’ve been through together to know that he probably wouldn’t say no. By the time you’re heading for the door you’ve decided on trying Eddie’s first, knowing where he lives because of seeing him here and there when you’ve gone to Max’s to pick her up.

“Hey, Y/n?” Mike stops you before you can leave. 

“What’s up Mikey Mouse?”

“Do you think you could drive me to school tomorrow?” Your heart swells at him wanting to spend time with you. 

“Of course I can bud.” You ruffle his hair. “Can you tell mom I love her when she gets home? I was hoping she’d be home before I left so I could say bye.” She had taken Holly out for ice cream after dinner and hasn’t gotten back yet. 

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

“I’ll be back when he stops being an ass. So probably in a couple days after mom reems him out and makes him apologize.”

“Where are you going to go?” He follows you out the door towards your car and you can’t help but smile at his worry.

“Don’t worry about me kid, I'll figure it out. I’ll see you tomorrow morning okay? We’re driving the Sinclairs and Dustin too.” You get in the car and start it before thinking about it and winding down your window to stick your head out to look at your brother. “I love you Mikey Mouse.” 

“I love you too Y/n/n.” You beam at him and drive off towards your destination.

“Y/n?” The sound of Max’s voice calling out to you causes you to spin around to face her trailer instead of Eddie’s. She’s crouched outside feeding her dog and straightens up as she realizes it really is you waving and walking towards her. She meets you halfway letting you give her a hug, something she hasn’t really been letting anyone do. “What are you doing here?”

“Pops kicked me out so I’m gonna see if I can crash at Eddie’s.”

“Do you wanna just crash here? My mom won’t mind, I think she’d even be excited that I had someone over.” You can hear the worry in her voice at the thought of you being kicked out.

“Nah, I’m good, Eddie and I gotta work more on this science project anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah don’t worry Max and Cheese, if I can’t stay or I get uncomfortable at all I’ll come running right back over.”

“You better.” You nod at her letting go of her shoulders and heading back over to Eddie’s.

“Hey!” You yell out as she turns to head towards her door. “You want a ride to school tomorrow? I’m getting the others too. It can be like old times when I’d drive the clown car full of all of you down to the arcade.”

“Is there gonna be room in your car for that?”

“Even if there isn't, we'll make it work, we always have in the past.” There’s something on your face making her want to finally say yes to the question you’ve been asking her all year.

“Well then yeah sure. I’ll take a ride.”

“Great, see you tomorrow!” You’re smiling despite everything when you knock on Eddie’s door. Even if Max just has her headphones on and ignores everyone the whole way to school it’s still a win in your book.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s voice is full of shock as he opens the door to find you standing there with a duffel bag thrown over your shoulder. 

“Hey Eds, can I come in?” He holds open the door and steps to the side before smirking in your direction. Upon seeing him in his pajamas you worry that you may have caught him right as he was going to bed but then he probably wouldn’t have let you in so quickly.

“Eds? Is that the nickname you came up with? I thought you’d be more creative than that.”

“Oh don’t worry, you just have a couple of them.”

“So…”

“So?”

“What are you doing here Sweetheart? How did you even know where I lived?”

“Um well, funny story actually,” you offer up a sad chuckle, “my dad kinda kicked me out tonight. We really got into it after you left. I saw you over here when I helped Max and her mom move into the trailer across the street.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He steps closer to you wanting to scratch the itch he has to pull you into his chest.

“Not really, I basically told him he should be embarrassed that you’re doing a better job raising Mike than he ever did and that seemed to be the thing that crossed the line. So that’s that. Do you think I could crash here for a night or two until my mom eventually figures out where I am and convinces me to come home?”

“Yeah of course. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”

“What? Eddie no I couldn’t take your bed. I’m the one intruding, I'll sleep on the couch.”

“Nope, can’t let you do that besides Wayne might get weird if he sees a pretty girl asleep on the couch when he gets home in the morning.” He gently grabs your wrist and pulls you through the little space there is to his room. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, can’t say I was expecting company.” He’s quick to kick the magazines laying on the floor under his bed while ducking down to grab the dirty clothes strewn across the floor to throw them in his hamper. He’s blushing up a storm as your eyes drag across the poster covered walls.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve seen messier. I mean I live with Mike. Is this a lion costume?” Your eyes snag on his open closet and you reach out to touch it. And here Eddie thought he couldn’t get any redder.

“Yeah, I was the cowardly lion in the school's production of The Wizard of Oz a year or two back.”

“Oh yeah, I remember going to see that. Corroded Coffin’s your band right?” Eddie watches as you step up to look at the ripped poster he and the guys had made before one of their first shows. 

“Yeah it’s just me and the older guys from Hellfire.” 

“Are you the reason Mike’s been eyeing up the guitar in the music shop lately? I think I’m gonna get it for him as a really early Christmas present when I get paid next.”

“He’s asked me a few times about playing and I told him I would teach him how to. He doesn’t even need to have his own guitar; he could use one of mine while he learns.” Speaking of guitars Eddie grabs the one he left on the bed before going to get the door and leans it in the corner of the room. “So the bathroom is right out there, hopefully you brought your own toothbrush because we don’t have extras just laying around.” Eddie walks to the door and points to the small room hoping it wouldn’t make you claustrophobic or anything. “Feel free to use the shower if you need to.” 

“Thanks again Eddie.” You stop to place a kiss on his cheek for the second time tonight on your way out. He stands there frozen for a hot minute before rushing around his room and cleaning up some more making sure he gets all the junk, like his notebooks and his copy of Lord of The Rings that he’s rereading again, that he normally just leaves on the side of the bed is put away.

You glance at the shower wondering if you should but decide against it since you did last night and you didn’t even think to bring shampoo or conditioner or anything. You had barely remembered your toothbrush and toothpaste. So you just brush your teeth and get dressed before sitting on the edge of the tub with your head in your hands. Sure you’ve been kicked out before, it’s how you know your mom will come looking for you, but something about this fight feels like your relationship with your father will forever be changed. You sigh and stand up ready to just pass out and leave the day behind you. You walk back into Eddie’s room to find him organizing his desk like a mad man. The room is a lot cleaner than it was when you first walked in.

“Did you do all this cleaning just for little old me?”

“Can’t have a princess sleeping in a pigsty.” He straightens up and smiles at you while you drop your bag onto the floor and sit on the bed. “I’ll leave you to it, come get me if you need anything.”

“Why don’t we just share the bed? It’s big enough and I promise I don’t snore.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure it’s your bed anyway and I’m not gonna lie your couch doesn’t look too comfortable.”

“Okay fine, stop begging me to sleep with you, I’ll do it.” You laugh at his over exaggerating and he smiles in accomplishment at getting the dark cloud you came back into the room with to disappear. He turns off the lights before getting into the bed next to you making sure to leave you space instead of taking all of it up like he normally does. You take him by surprise though when you shimmy your way next to him.

“Sorry, I’m a cuddler. I can go back to where I was if you want.”

“No, you’re fine. I can be a cuddler.” With that he stretches his arm out so you can rest your head on his chest.

“Thank you for everything Angel Eyes.”

“Angel Eyes?”

“It’s your nickname, since your eyes are so pretty and you like Abba too.” Eddie never felt so grateful over the darkness as he is in this moment. He can feel how red his face is at your comment about his eyes and he’s nervous you can still tell and he’s glowing like a light bulb. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Pretty unoriginal to just steal the title of a song isn’t it. You should just come up with a new one.”

“Don’t worry Eddie Bear I still have a few different ones up my sleeve. Goodnight.” You place a kiss on his chest before nestling your head into it and closing your eyes.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Eddie beams up at the ceiling and wraps his arm a little bit tighter around you.

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[andersonsprincess]

Fever - Clarisse La Rue

summary: clarisse comes into the infirmary with a fever

characters: clarisse , daughter of apollo!reader

contents: maybe ooc clarisse (?) , shes such a sweetheart , sorta needy clarisse , mediocre writing

word count: 445

a/n - this is my first time writing for the public so yk 😭 im open to suggestions 🫶🏾

it was an unusually slow day in the camp half-blood infirmary. not many demigods came in today so you being the nice cabin counselor you were decided to let the rest of your healer siblings have a day of training instead of medical care.

you were sitting back in a chair soaking in the natural light the windows let in when you heard the door open due to the chimes hanging from the doorframe.

you quickly opened your eyes to see none other than the clarisse la rue.

you see, to your average camper, clarisse was like a poison dart frog. everyone and i mean everyone knew not to piss her off. she was like your own personal hellhound just minus the fact that shes a demigod and hellhounds are dogs.

she looks around for you before she locks eyes with you and you smile at her.

"hello clair, to what do i owe the pleasure?"

she rolled her eyes. "speak normally please." you chuckled in response, gesturing her to sit on one of the beds.

"so what's the problem?"

"does there have to be a problem? can't a girl just want to see her girlfriend?"

you smile at her sweetness. "aww thats so-"

"don't ruin it."

you roll your eyes this time starting to walk over to her.

"y'know you're really sweet when you're passive."

she groans dismissively.

"okay grizzly bear," you get to her and place your hands on her shoulders looking down at her. "really, whats up?"

her head hangs low resting gently on your stomach. she resists the urge to completely rest herself on you.

you take your hand and press it to her forehead in an attempt to lift her head up but you're quick to notice the fiery warmth coming from her forehead.

"pretty bad fever you have here sweet girl."

she grumbles softly.

she lifts her head up and gently grabs your waist. her eyes almost look as if they're pleading.

you raise an eyebrow. "is there something you need?"

she scoffs and rolls her eyes. you know what she wants but you're not taking the attitude.

she grumbles something under her breath.

"what was that bubs? couldn't hear 'ya."

she sighs deeply. "can you -- can you kiss me?

you smile and sit on the bed next to her and kiss her lips gently.

she sighs as you kiss her, placing her hands on your waist once again gently kissing you as if if she were any rougher you'd crack.

other campers were always scared of clarisse but you weren't because they didn't know her like you did and she wouldn't ever love them like she did you.

[in-act-ive]

Hi can I request shameless X male reader where the reader is like an older brother to the boys and he defends them with his life pretty much it can be and he comforts them with side hugs y'know pulls them in for one especially when they fight with Fiona( nothing against her love her but I wanna comfort the boys y'know) headcanons or a oneshot i don't mind

Anyways have a good day

Yep! Sorry it's not a fic! I'm still a bit sick and I want to get this out before school starts up again!

Request : yes

Type : headcanon

A / N : more shameless stuff!! I'm not mad y'all just need to give me a minute to do some other stuff. All jokes aside this request was fun. Sorry I didn't do Liam!

Carl Gallagher

Knowing Carl you probably come to the rescue... A lot

He starts shit he can't finish

You have to come fight people for him a lot of the time

He also ends up getting people to jump him so... You have to save him then too

When you get injured he makes you deal with it

Its not that he doesn't know how

He just doesn't want to look at injuries he caused

When / after he gets in a fight with hie family he tries to avoid you

He doesn't want to bother you with his issues

You know where he hides though so you can help him

He's more of a " lets not open up.. Lets just stay DEAD SILENT instead "

You'll hug him

He won't admit it but that definitely helps him feel a bit better

Lip Gallagher

He likes to fight people for the hell of it

Lip can hold his own, really

Sometimes you just insist on stepping in cause you're much more responsible than he is and you know when he can't handle a fight or when its not worth it

Your normally pulling Lip out of a fight instead of defending him

He fucking hates it

His brothers appreciate it though

When you do end up fighting someone for Lip and get hurt he tends to your wounds immediately

He scolds you as he does so though, even if its his fault

When he gets in a fight with family he comes straight to you

He probably falls into your arms and just angrily huffs until you comfort him

He's not great with words

You've gotten used to it touch and you comfort him pretty quickly

He likes hugs and is very open about it

Especially yours

Ian Gallagher

Hes probably the more tame of the three boys

Definitely gets in fights he cant handle though

You have to step in and save him all the fucking time

He tries to tell you he's fine

He's not

When you get hurt in a fight he'll patch up your wounds

So scolding

He just explains what he's doing and does everything very gently as if your a child

He hates when you get hurt

You may be a bit older than him but he doesn't give a shit

You two just have a mutual overprotectivness over each other and everyone has picked up on it

After a fight with his familyhe comes to you first

You'll sit with him and he'll explain what's going on

You try your best to give advice

He nods and thinks about what you say as you speak

It almost always ends in you cuddling him while he sleeps

He cannot get in a fight with anyone without being mentally exhausted after

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

[hope-drunk]

omg the way you write abby during sex is just 😵‍💫🤭 like imagine her trying to praise you but she gets all flustered and fumbles her words while loosing her breath bc reader just looks so good riding her 🫣

i can see this so clearly because abby definitely gets flustered and breaks her act during sex.

you'd practically pushed abby onto the bed after patrol.

"hey, hey, what are you doing?" she says while you get on top of her and start pressing sloppy kisses all down her neck.

"need you. now." is all you say before going back to work, marking her wherever you could.

"killing clickers get you this horny? ah- be careful." she says when your teeth hit her neck at a sensitive spot.

you mumble a small sorry into her before continuing your assault. it wasn't the clickers, that's for sure. seeing abby out in the field always gets you going. how she barks out orders at everyone, when you get to see her strength on display. it just makes you want to jump her bones. you can't help how she makes you feel. you stood up to get undressed before sitting back down on her lap.

abby groaned at the warm feeling that was coming form your cunt.

"this all for me, baby? if you want something, y'know you gotta ask."

she waits for your response, knowing you always get shy when she makes you use your words.

but much to her surprise, you say, "want you to fuck me, abby. please. i really need it." you even go so far as to get off of her. letting her stand so that she could put on the strap.

she nods her head, tries to take in the feral version of her once sweet girlfriend. she takes the box with the strap out from under the bed and puts it on as quick as she can, afraid you might start humping a pillow if she's gone too long.

"okay, c'mon." she says, laying back onto the bed.

you moan at the sight, moving fast to get situated on top of her. you line up the strap at your entrance and sink down; groaning at the burning stretch of it.

"that's it, there y'go. take what you want, sweetheart."

and you did. there was no getting tired and asking abby to take over. there wasn't any complaining that it was too hard. all you could do was chase your high. your fingers digging into abby's shoulder, your mouth making an 'o'. and all abby could do was watch. she was in awe. she'd never seen you like this before, so needy; almost primal.

she snakes her hands to your ass, "that's my girl. you look so- fuck"

she cuts herself off. can only find it in herself to stare. you let out a little giggle, proud of the show you're putting on. then the silicone tip hits just the right spot and you whine, put your face in abby's shoulder, biting her to try and stifle the noises that are coming out of you.

"that's it, that's it. okay." she says, trying to calm herself down in the process.

"gonna, oh god-" the words won't come out, you're running on adrenaline, trying to keep your hips moving. before you know it, you explode. vision turning white and hips stilling. you vaguely hear abby sigh out a small fuck, baby. before rubbing a hand up and down your back.

once she thinks you've cooled down she says, "wanna tell me what that was? never seen you so crazy before. i couldn't even fucking speak."

your body ripples with a laugh, "you just look so good out there, abs."

"that was scary. i thought you got possessed."

at this you sit up, the strap shifting inside of you, making you wince.

"oh, so i'm scary when we fuck?" you say, brows furrowing.

"no- shit. didn't mean it like that, please." she's grasping at straws as you get off of her.

"you're in the doghouse, anderson." you call out, already halfway to the bathroom.

abby sighs and rubs a hand over her face, trying to piece together what just happened.

[tokkiwrites]

ㅡㅡㅡ in which kraven gets very jealous and needs to remind y/n that she's his. this is a continuation to another one-shot i wrote (check pinned 📌)

TW: keaven x fem!reader, afab!reader, use of y/n because yes, dom!kraven, kind of dark kraven of you squint, sub!reader, degradation, deah (mentioned like twice), pet names (kraven calls reader doll, bun, bunny, pet), kraven likes to be called master (ik right?!?!?), p in v sex unprotected (don't be whimpy, wrap that pp), lmk if i missed anything !!!

it was O8:O4 PM, where was she? she'd been such a good obedient pet up until now. Is this the moment she wanted to slip? as those thoughts fill kraven's mind, the sound of keys jangling at the door snaps him awake.

she's here.

y/n timidly pushed open the door to her cozy apartment. A faint blush graced her cheeks as she entered, her sparkling eyes revealing a hint of embarrassment.

she knows she's late.

Carrying her books and course materials, y/n's steps were light, almost as if she tiptoed through the space. Her frame was adorned in a pastel sundress that swayed with every movement. A subtle floral fragrance trailed behind her, making kraven visibility hard.

As she walked further into the apartment, she set her books down onto the couch before stopping in front of kraven, who was sat in the doorway to her room.

" 'm sorry for being late. "

"care to explain why you're late, bunny?"

" had to stay a bit more at uniㅡ teacher said he needed my help with something."

he...

HE?!

"what did he need that was so important, bunny, hm?" kraven stepped closer to y/n, dragging his calloused finger over her rosy cheek.

moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a cold glow on them. It was evident that kraven wasn't going to let her off with just a warning, no matter what the motive for her being late is.

With a sigh that ragged through her throat, y/n looked up at kraven through her lashes, hoping he'd at least be a bit more endearing this time.

"answer me, doll. y'know i hate when you make me ask twice, yeah?" y/n swallows thick, nodding her head in response. "heㅡ um, he wanted me to ask where i got my p-perfume fromㅡ he wants to get it for his, uh.. girlfriend..."

kraven's gaze sharpened, turning into a piercing stare that seemed to bore into her soul. His jaw clenched. "that so?"

his silent but intense gaze spoke volumes, conveying the deep displeasure with the situation. "p-please don't do anythingㅡ he was only being nice-"

But her words were abruptly silenced by her boyfriend's stern command, "quiet."

A shiver ran down y/n's spine as she felt a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew she should run, remove herself from the brewing storm, but something inside her hesitated. Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through her veins or the thrill of the forbidden, but she found herself rooted to the spot.

Her heart raced, and a warm, tingling sensation spread through her belly. It was a confusing mix of emotions - fear, desire, and a hint of excitement. She wanted to reach out to him, to ease his worries, but the intensity of his gaze had her frozen in place.

In that charged moment, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension, and she couldn't deny the want of the storm that threatened to consume them bothㅡ her even more.

As the tension hung heavily in the room, kraven took a slow, deliberate step towards her, his eyes still locked onto hers. His earlier anger seemed to have evolved into a complex whirlwind of emotions, making his intentions unclear.

y/n's heart pounded louder in her chest, her breaths shallow as she watched him approach. She couldn't decipher what he was thinking, but a part of her yearned for his touch, even in this moment of uncertainty.

His other hand, which had been clenched tightly at his side, slowly reached out, hesitatingly brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "beg."

"s-sorryㅡ?" she stammered, her voice trembling. "i said beg. beg if you don't want me to take you to his house, fuck you in front of him then rip apart his body right after."

"k-kraven Iㅡ"

"so you want that."

"god, no! 'course i don't i justㅡ he was just being friendly, you know..." she whispered, her voice quivering. "you know I'm only yours."

kraven's face contorted with a mixture of anger and jealously, eyes glinting gold. y/n's words hung in the air. His grip on her hair tightened slightly, causing a sharp pain that made her wince.

"think that's enough, bunny?" he hissed. " think you can just say those words and everything will be fine? you are mine and that's why I won't tolerate anyone else trying to take you away from me."

kraven's words were laced with possessiveness, and y/n could see the turmoil within him. she struggled to find the right words to soothe his anger, but at the same time she wanted to let her mind go blank. in this moment ㅡ his idea sounded kind of good.

for a long, tense moment, kraven didn't speak. The room felt suffocating.

"on your knees."

"whㅡ" taken by surprize, she's pushes down, making a loud thud as she hit the cold floor.

"c'mon, bunny...you know what i want." he smiles darkly, hand still tangled in y/n's hair. "make that pretty head of yours think and tell me what i want to hear, yeah?"

kraven's smile sent a shiver down her spine. she knew what he wanted from her. Her mind raced, struggling to find the wordsㅡ her heard pounding in her chest, the loud thumps echoing in her head, nothing was accepting to leave her lips, it was all getting stuck.

"c'mon, doll. don't make me wait." he growls menacingly.

"p-pleaseㅡ" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "please, i know I've been bad. and iㅡ i need to be punished for what i did, i shouldn't have worn that perfume to his class."

"yeah.." he hums reaching for her chin and making y/n loon up "but you were a little whore who wanted to get attention, yeah?"

"y-yes.."

"guess i should fuck you like the little whore you are, huh?"

the room seemed to close in on her, the tension and lust between them so palpable. "gotta hear you beg more, though. gotta hear you cry before i fuck you stupid."

fear gripped her heart, the intensity of his demands and his dark demeanor filled her with a deep sense of the situation. Simultaneously, desire smoldered within her. His possessiveness, his filthy wordsㅡ the raw power he exuded ignited something in her she couldn't explain. the intensity of his words, though tinged with danger, had a mesmerizing effect on her.

towering above her, in the night's veil, kraven was shrouded in darkness, his presence like a labyrinth and his power over y/n like an unsolved puzzleㅡ an unspoken rule.

she should be more scared of him, yet she sits there and takes it, each of his commands, she obeys and does as she's told. his strength was evident in every moveㅡ he didn't need to say a word. he's a silent tempest that leaves an indelible mark.

y/n leans in forward, palms flush to the floor "please show meㅡ show me how to be good, please... i don't wanna think, jus' want to be you dumb bunnyㅡ"

"you're so pathetic, doll. even from the first day i saw you, i could smell it on you... could smell you were made for taking this cockㅡㅡ made for me to break and use."

y/n presses her thighs together, her panties now wet with her slick, sticking to the fold of her pussy. "k-kravenㅡ"

slap.

"wrong." he chuckles murkily "try it again, pet."

y/n sniffles, her cheeks stinging from the harsh slap delivered to it. "master."

"see, that wasn't so hard, huh? now...you gonna be a good girl and listen to me?"

"y-yes, master."

kraven hums, rubbing his finger onto the cheek he slapped, smiling contently as the skin flushed a bright red.

"get undressed and bend over the counter. now."

y/n swiftly compiles, scrambling to her feet and discarding the frilly dress she had on. her skin tightened as the cold air hit it. even so, she still removed her panties that had accumulated a big wet splotch in the middle of them.

obliging kraven's orders, she bends over the counter, her bare ass and cunt on full display. "mm.." kraven licks his lips before palming the small of her back "so pretty for me, bunny."

she completely shattered under his touch, his fingertips drawing small fires that spread through her in clusters, a desperate whine escaping past her lips.

"master, pleaseㅡ" kraven strongly grabs her by the hair, pulling her in a way that makes y/n arch her back. he leans into her ear, his enormous bulge pressing firmly against y/n's ass.

"did i say you can talk yet? are you so dumb, bun?"

y/n shakes her head, mewling at the sensation of kraven's facial hair against her skin.

"wanted to fuck you stupid, but since you're such a dumb whore already ㅡ maybe if i fuck you hard enough ... I'll bring some sense in that pretty brain of yours, yeah?"

y/n bites back another moan, succumbing to kravens touch, his palms making their way up her torso and to her breasts, kneading them roughly.

pushing back her hips in gripe, she manages to gets her face unwaveringly pressed to the countertop "don't be greedy now, doll. gotta see you work for it..." with that he nimbly plunged two fingers into y/n's mouth, making her gasp.

"suck if you want this cock inside of you, pet."

that's all she needed to hear, fleetly wrapping her lips around his thick fingers, sucking and swirling her tongue around them like there was no tomorrow. drool started to drip down her chin, her moans vibrating vigorously onto kravens skin.

pushing the fingers deeper, he wins a muffled gag, her tongue pressed flush against them. "yeah, good fucking pet." her walls were twitching around nothing, her warm wetness spreading between her thighs that were parted by kraven's knee.

he retrieves his fingers from her mouth, y/n starting to pule at their sudden lack. kravens laughs, as if mocking her at the same time pulling his sweatpants down only a bit, letting his dripping cock spring free and slap against his abdomen.

"want me to prep you, doll?"

"n-no, masterㅡ please..."

"fuck, bunny, ill rip right through you." he smiles somberly "you're such a filthy, filthy girl."

inhaling a sharp breath, her muscles tense up as kraven plunges inside of her wetness all at once, with no warning. she writhes in pain, tears already welling at the corner of her glossy eyes.

"fuck, look at that tight pussy swallowing me all in." he groans, sinking his fingernails into the plush of her skin "c'mon, doll, show me you're sorry for being such an attention whore. show me you're sorry so i don't kill that bitch and fuck you over his dead body."

it was all so wrong, so dirty and vile, but it was making her tummy churn and blood pulse through her veins like nothing else. she felt so insane for liking the ideas kraven put into her head, she loved feeling insane as long as he was with her.

her head now filled with murky thoughts, vision hazy, y/n feels her body being plunged further into the kitchen surface, hips violently crashing agains the hard material. "you take this cock so well, bunnyㅡ fuck!"

his movements become so fast, it sends y/n practically into another dimensionㅡ at least that's how she feels. her eyes roll back, and for a second, she's pretty sure she can see into the future.

"gonna come, bunny? huh? you gonna come around my cock?"

"yes, m-aster!" her body feels warm and fuzzy as she senses her orgasm approaching. "p-leaseㅡ!"

"go ahead, doll." kraven grunts, hitting that spot perfectly. he feels himself close too, brows furrowed as he pushes inside deeper and harder. "shitㅡ bunny, I'm gonna fill you up so good. gonna make you keep this cum inside of you all day."

with a loud plead, y/n releases, her walls tightening around kravens shaft, causing him to growl. she starts shaking, her thighs uncontrollably wriggling, barely holding herself up if it wasn't for the counter.

kraven pumps himself a few more times, at last releasing and painting y/n's insides with warm, white ribbons. they're both left panting, y/n babbling incoherently.

"thank y-ou, kraven.."

"you liked it?" he asked, amused. "so that's why you keep on misbehaving, bun. "

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾‎  토끼's NOTE : hi guys!!! this might have some grammar mistakes, oh WELL. its 2.1k words so kind of short SORRAYYY, wrote this for a special someone u know who u are wink wink ;) but thank you all for supporting me, i know im at the beginning of my journey, but I've already grown so much. hope you enjoyed day 7 of tokki's kinktober <3 (now proofread !!)

[lovelybrooke]

Time for School. (Platonic Yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)

I thought it would be cool to write a scenario about reader trying to convince Joel and Ellie to let you go to school. I also want to thank you guys for all the love and support I've got on my writings, especially after I got shadowbanned, I really appreciate it. Anyway, please like and reblog if you enjoy.

"I wan't to go to school." The conversation started one morning before Joel was to go on patrol with his brother. Ever since Joel and Ellie returned from their time at the hospital, you've been on a tighter leash. Joel didn't let you go with them, saying it was too dangerous for you and while Ellie was a bit apprehensive, she agreed, resulting you in staying with Tommy and his wife Maria.

While with them, you had the most freedom you've ever had. You actually had responsibilities, taking care of the animals, helping out during meals, and sometimes if you were lucky, getting to go hunt with one of them. It was a great change of paise that you very much needed. You didn't have to fight when you wanted to go do something by yourself, so you got to make a lot of new friends, mainly being the children that the school.

At first, the kids were very scared of you. Your sister was always somewhere near you, so they were always too afraid to talk to you. When Ellie left with Joel, she made you promise you wouldn't make any new friends. You assumed it was a joke and agreed. So, when a girl around your age asked if you would like to play with her, you didn't think twice before agreeing. Eventually, you were at the school nearly every day, making new friends and finally having a chance to be yourself.

It was great, being able to do what you wanted, when you wanted, and you almost forgot about Joel and Ellie. That was until the came back. It was Maria who told you of their return, interrupting you time with your friends. At the news, you ran to the main gate, watching as the walk in. They both seemed...changed. Joel always looked so grim, but Ellie seemed different, even as you gazed at her from far away. Once she saw you, she instantly ran over to give you a big hug, gripping you so hard that you could barely breath. You tried to hug her back, but your arms could barely move. You could tell that she was crying due to the shaking her body was doing and the wetness on your shoulder.

She only released you when Joel came up, putting an arm on her shoulder, causing her to let you go, albeit slowly. Joel looked at you and brought you into a tight hug, mimicking Ellie. The hug seemed to last forever, before he finally let go, grabbing you hand, and leading you home. While walking, you looked gazed longingly towards the school, letting out a deep sigh.

Thats where today's conversation comes in. You missed you friends, and you couldn't talk about it because you were afraid of what would happen if Ellie found out you broke her promise. Even though, you still wanted to see them again. You thought a happy medium would be going to school, since it's not that far from home, and you could even go with Ellie, that is if she wanted. However, you were sorely mistaken.

"No." Joel responded, handing you your breakfast. Before you could say a word, Ellie was spitting out her eggs in disbelief.

"Why would you want to go to school." She asked while wiping the food from her face. "It's, like...super boring." You shook your head, not looking up from your food.

"I just...I think it be good for me." You look at Ellie, who was already looking right at you, same with Joel. "I need to...y'know, socialize."

It was very quiet, and you were very anxious about what either of them will say. You didn't want to say any more, because you knew Joel would get upset if you said something wrong. After a long period of silence, Joel finally spoke up.

"No. You're not going. End of discussion." He said while sitting down across from you at the table. "Now eat your food."

After that you didn't bring up the idea of school to Joel again. However, you did talk to Tommy and Maria about it if you could. When Joel heard that Tommy was, heaven forbid, giving you chores and responsibilities, he quickly had a word with him, and you were back to spending every second at home, so you didn't see Tommy or Maria that often. When you did, usually when one of them was visiting while Joel and Ellie were away, you would plead with them to talk to Joel about school. They promised they would, but nothing ever came of it. You assumed that Joel still disagreed, and when Tommy and Maria stopped showing up when you were home alone, your assumptions were proven right.

Your days alone were starting to weigh down on you. You felt trapped, alone, even worse than when you first arrived at Wyoming. Before their time at the hospital, you didn't all that restricted, you could at least leave when you wanted. But now, leaving without Joel's permission would get you locked up in your room. You didn't mind that punishment all that much, since you were only really alone when you were in your room.

That's where you were tonight, sitting on your bed, gazing out at the window. It was dark, but you could still see the people walking around and working. Moments like this was when you would fantasize about escaping, leaving this commune and the finally be free. You knew it would never be, because Joel and Ellie would always find you.

Your small moment of silence was interrupted by a knock on your door. It squeaked as it opened, Joel appearing from dark hallway. You didn't look at him, but you knew it was him due to how quiet he was. You chose to focus on the movement outside, feeling the bed dip as Joel sat near you.

"Y'know, Ellie's real upset that you've been ignoring her." He said, getting a bewildered look from you.

"I haven't been ignoring her." You responded; voice small. It wasn't completely true, you just haven't had the time to talk to her, since she actually gets to leave the house and has things to do. When she does get home though, you pretend as though she isn't there, which you guessed annoyed her.

Joel shook his head, "Look kid." He said, waiting for you to look at him. "I know life's good here, but we can't take the risk." What risk? It's a school, what would happen? "People here, they're not a fan of us." That was true, but that wasn't your fault.

You remained silent, Joel sighing while rubbing his eyes, "Look, if you want, I can teach ya." He offered. "I know I'm not here often, but I can manage."

"That's not the point Joel." He didn't like it when you called him Joel, it was only dad to him. "I made friends when you and Ellie were away. I want to see them." You voiced gained volume, but you were afraid of gaining Ellie's attention. Joel's brow furrowed, clearly confused.

"What do you mean 'friends'?" The words were harsher, also getting louder. "I thought I told you to stay away from the kids."

"You were gone for months Joel, what did you expect?"

"I expected you to listen to what I say." He yelled in response. You were fuming.

"You never let me do anything, why would I listen to you?" You were waving your hands around, gazing at him with a perplexed expression.

"Because I'm your father!" You were sure Ellie would hear, but you didn't care.

"No, you're not!" Your breath was ragged. "You're not my dad, Ellie's not my sister." Your voice became quiet as Joel's look became dark. Slowly, you began to ease back onto the bed, having gotten up as the conversation became more tense. You looked back out the window, watching as parents walk with their children. "A dad wouldn't do this to me."

It was cold and quiet. The bed shifted as Joel stood up, but he didn't leave the room, just paced around. His arms were crossed, and he was breathing heavily. After what felt like a lifetime, Joel stomped towards you. As you gaze slowly went to focus on his face, you took in how upset he was. His fists were clenched, and his gaze was burning into you, almost like it would make a mark.

The words that came out of his mouth once your eyes were locked were cold. "You're never going to say that again." The statement was vailed with a sense of calm, "I am your father." You didn't say anything as he slowly crouched down to your level. Now, eye level with you, he continued. "Say it." He demanded; eyes dark.

"You're my father." You murmured.

"Again. Louder."

"You're my father." You said loud enough for him to hear. He answered with a nod. He stood up and walked towards the door. As it squeaked open, he called out to you. Looking up at him, you noticed that Ellie was right outside in the hallway, but you didn't focus on her, just Joel.

"Don't talk to those kids again, your grounded." The door slammed shut, and you were alone once again.

[morfiveuscxo]

FINGERTIPS, ryomen sukuna

ryomen sukuna x fem!!witch!!reader some satoru gojo x platonic!!fem!!witch!!reader summary: Yuji Itaduri seemed to have a hold over Ryomen Sukuna and it appeared that no one had to worry about the king of curses randomly coming out. That is until the king of curses recognises a particular someone. tw!! swearing, violence, gore(ish), depression mentions? notes: manga got spoiled for me, if you need me I'll be crying in the fetal position in my bed.

Sun barely peeked through the blinds on y/n's window in her room. She didn't move from her fetal position on the mattress, not for anything, not even when a loud knock sounded on the door.

She would recognise the childish knock-knock rhythm anywhere. --"y/n? hello?~"Came the voice of her sensei, Satoru Gojo. A sigh passed her lips as she turned her face fully onto the pillow below her head.

"Go away Gojo."She groaned out. Which, of course, didn't drive the tall man away. The click of her door opening doesn't even persuade her to lift her face to look at her mentor.

Gojo took a couple of steps towards her bed, hands in his pockets. He lets out a low whistle at the sight of her. --"You look like shit."He comments.

Now that made y/n turn her head to the side, green eyes glaring up at Gojo. --"Are you trying to have me throw something at you?"She grumbled which only made him grin in response.

"You'd never throw something at you're favourite sensei!!"He points out with a wide grin. She raised a lazy eyebrow. --"What makes you think you're my favourite?"

"You didn't throw something at me the second I walked into the room."

He got her there. For the past two hours, y/n had been throwing things at anyone who dared to disturb her. Megumi wants to make sure she's okay? a stuffed animal is getting hurled at him. Panda wants to make sure she's not just laying in her bed sulking? a book is getting chucked his way.

Everyone had, had some form of object thrown at them. Except Gojo. Sure, Gojo is her mentor and her sensei but there was a much deeper connection between them. They met and something just seemed to click. He's the person she always goes to if she has a problem. Which only caused the strongest to worry when she didn't come to him this time with her grievances.

A short sigh leaves her lips as she turns her head the other way against the pillow so she was facing away from him. --"Just go away, Gojo."She mumbled.

He hummed a no and walked over to sit at the edge of her bed- making the matress dip. --"Y'know this could be a good thing."He spoke after a moment of silence.

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. --"How the fuck could this be a good thing?"She grumbled, arms tightening around the pillow she was cuddling.

Gojo scoffed almost like her question was a stupid one. --"y/n he protected you."He reminded her, raising an eyebrow.

"As far as we were aware, Ryomen Sukuna didn't care about anyone but himself but that changed yesterday..."

24 hours earlier...

"Yuuji you're going to make yourself sick..."y/n scrunched her nose up as she watched her pink-haired friend try to stuff numerous marshmallows into his mouth.

She, Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara were in town doing some shopping and stopped to take a break on a set of stairs. Nobora had bet Yuuji that he couldn't fit 15 marshmallows into his mouth without swallowing so naturally, Yuuji took the bait.

So far he had managed to stuff 9 into his mouth without swallowing and he was making quite the spectacle of it- already boasting to the group despite not reaching the limit yet.

y/n sighs and rests a hand against her forehead. She loved spending time with her friends with all of her heart but recently her social battery has been reduced to only having human contact for maybe an hour and a half. She guessed it was due to her recent depressive episodes.

She had greatly surpassed her social limit.

Finally, Yuuji managed to stuff the other 6 marshmallows into his mouth (somehow), sporting a wide victorious grin on his face as he instantly bit down on the fluffy white sweets.

Nobora groaned, fishing out some money from her purse to hand to both Megumi and Yuuji. --"Should have bet higher."She grumbled to herself as Yuuji basked in his victory.

Suddenly a wave of discomfort flooded y/n's whole being. Her eyebrows drew together as she sat up straighter and glanced around. It appeared she wasn't the only one to experience the discomfort- all three of the sorcerers were now on high alert as they glanced around with her.

Standing from her seat, y/n slowly turned her head to the side and locked gazes with one hell of a curse in an alley way. This was most definitely a special grade curse.

Her green eyes go wide as she watched the curse feast on what looked to be a group of teenage girls in the depths of the alleyway. She swallows uneasily and glances over to Megumi who had already pulled out his phone.

"Call Gojo."

Megumi was already on it but pulled his phone away from his ear seconds later with an irritated grumble falling from his lips. --"He's not answering."

A sigh leaves her lips, shoulders slumping. --"Fine."She mumbled. The group watched as she shut her eyes and lifted her hands up at either side of her head. --"Guess I'll do it the hard way..."

y/n isn't technically a Jujutsu sorcerer. She's a witch. The only witch actually. In fact, had she grown up around some testy characters she could have probably caused quite some trouble for Gojo.

She could rival the strongest if she ever had a change of heart.

Fortunately, that won't ever happen. Even if she did have a change of heart, she loved Gojo too much to actually cause him harm.

Not to mention she is far from her full potential in terms of magical ability. She's nearly 18- a witch back in the golden ages of Jutjutsu would have reached their full potential when they hit 12. But since y/n is the only remaining witch on earth she has no one to show her the ropes.

Sorcery is way too different to witchcraft so Gojo's no help in that sense.

But y/n doesn't mind. She would much rather take things at her own pace.

Yuuji watched as y/n started chanting something under her breath- palms turning a dark purple. The boy always felt entranced when she was using her witchcraft- not to mention he would go quiet whenever she would use it. So he was thankful for her abilities in a way.

Her eyes then snap open- her usual her green irises shone a dark purple. The group watched as every civilian in the area suddenly stopped walking for a moment before clearing the area, leaving the group alone with the curse in the alley.

She didn't usually use her magic to do that sort of thing but desperate times cause for desperate measures. The second the area was clear- her eyes dusted back to her bright green and she collapsed to her knees- completely drained.

Using powerful spells like that drains her rapidly and in some cases renders her completely useless in some fights. Yuuji springs to his feet to walk over and check she's okay.

She only lets out a grumble and lifts a hand to signal she's fine. Groaning, she stands back to her feet, legs shaky. Sighing, she glances over to the alley where the curse seemed to be finishing up it's 'meal'.

"Shall we?"She grumbled.

And that they did. Around five minutes into the fight and all three of them were exhausted. y/n more than the other three due to her previous exhaustion from spellcasting.

Yuuji had landed two black flashes onto the creature, Megumi's shikigami had attacked the visible weak parts and Nobara had been attempting to use her straw doll technique (to no avail) but nothing appeared to be working.

Megumi and Nobara went sailing past y/n and into the wall with a grunt. The creature snapped it's hungry attention to her. y/n may be one of the most powerful beings in the world right now but she's always at a disadvantage when facing curses.

Due to her witchy blood, her scent is strong and incredibly attractive towards curses. Swallowing her whole was a constant on a curses mind the second they would catch a whiff of her scent. Her blood was something that every curse craved.

Her green eyes widened and she lifted her hands to prepare to throw a purple blow at the creature. However, her limbs were failing on her. A loud gasp passes her lips as she collapses to her knees again out of exhaustion.

Yuuji, seeing what was going to happen, went back onto the attack- hoping to buy y/n sometime so she could build some strength and exorcise the curse.

But Yuuji was always sent flying backwards. y/n groaned, snapping her head up with gritted teeth as the creature stalked towards her- teeth baring as it licked its lips.

With shaky hands, she lifts them- purple aura dancing between her fingers. However, the creature quickly snatched her up in its claws- the magic instantly disappearing.

A gasp leaves her lips- teeth clenching together as she struggles against its grip. She felt utterly pathetic. Was this seriously how she was going to die? all because she was too tired to fight back?

She didn't have much more time to chastise herself before the creature suddenly let out a large yell of...pain? Her eyebrows pull together as she is suddenly tossed to the ground.

Landing on the palms of her hands, she watches as the creature falls forward- collapsing at her feet. And behind the creature stood Yuuji. Except it wasn't Yuuji.

It was Ryomen Sukuna.

She wasn't sure how she knew, she just did. The creature sprang right back to its feet- suddenly not caring about y/n and only on the pink-haired youth.

"Still standing?"A voice mocked. Now she knew it wasn't Yuuji. She flinched at the gravelly voice, scurrying back until her back hit the wall.

And she watched Sukuna completely destroy the curse. He practically tore the thing inside out. y/n flinched as some of the curse's blood splashed back onto her.

The body collapses. And in the end it's just y/n and Sukuna. Megumi and Nobara were still knocked out from previously being thrown into a wall and Yuuji had no control over his own body at this particular moment.

She pants through gritted teeth lifting her hands to cast some form of defensive curse in such case that Sukuna attacked her. But he didn't. She thought he was going to when he walked closer to her.

But he didn't.

He simply kneeled in front of her. Her heart thudded in her chest as their eyes met. It was Yuuji's body but she felt incredibly uneasy under his gaze. She swallows- still attempting to perform some form of spell on the king of curses.

However, he quickly clamps a hand over her wrist causing her to hiss- the spell instantly stopping. He never took his gaze away from hers, never looked away from her fearful eyes.

With one hand on her wrist- he lifts the other to rest against her cheek causing her to flinch back. She was close to hyperventilating but she refused to do so. Not in front of the king of curses.

"Nothing will ever touch you as long as I'm here."He spoke in a distant voice. Almost as though he forgot he was even talking to her and not just talking in his mind.

His hand caressed her cheek as a softness takes over his features and then in an instant he was gone. The pink-haired boy blinked rapidly and she suddenly knew that it was Yuuji looking at her and not Sukuna.

His eyebrows furrow when noticing where his hands where- his cheeks instantly going red as he scurried back.

"heh- sorry."He mumbled. He then took notice of the very dead curse a few feet away from them.

"What happened?"

Present time...

y/n sighed, turning her head to face Gojo again. --"It was probably just a one-time thing..."She mumbled. The white-haired sorcerer only snorted in response.

"One-time thing or not- we may have found Sukuna's weakness."He spoke, nodding towards her. Her green eyes roll to the side at his words.

"You're being a bit dramatic now."She mumbled, finally sitting up. her back meeting the headboard. Gojo grins and shrugs his shoulders.

"I try."

She hums softly in response and glances to the side. --"Do you think Sukuna would speak to you?"He asked her and she instantly shook her head.

"Even if he would. I don't want to."She told him. Her voice incredibly stern. Gojo is silent for a moment but nodded his head eventually.

He wasn't going to push her on this. Not yet at least.

A few tense seconds pass before he stands to his feet, fitting his hands into his pockets. --"Hey squirt?"He spoke as he walked towards her door again.

She hated the nickname but still glanced over at him.

"You know you can come to me if something's bothering you."He mumbled and she nodded her head with a faint smile on her face.

"I know, 'toru."She told him.

He cleared his throat and nodded, walking back towards her door- pulling it open swiftly- but before he could quickly disappear- she calls out his name.

He glances back over towards her.

"Love you."She simply said. Gojo seemed to pause for a moment before nodding his head. --"Love you too."

And then he was gone.

She relaxes the second her door shuts. She slides down onto her mattress fully, sighing deeply. She hadn't slept properly since yesterday. She kept replaying the events over and over again.

Why had he protected her? Wouldn't it make things easier on Sukuna if she was dead? that's one half of his problems gone, right? she's practically on par with Gojo in terms of power so surely having two of them alive wouldn't be beneficial to him.

So why had he protected her? Not just that though, what did he mean by 'nothing will ever touch you as long as I'm here'? Why had he touched her face with such care?

Her mind was swarming with questions and before she even knew it- her eyelids had fallen shut and she was in a deep sleep.

However, it felt as though the second her eyes were shut they were open again.

It appeared as though she was no longer in her bedroom. Her eyebrows pull together as she sits up. Big green eyes dart around the space.

All she could see was red. She squints and staggers to her feet. And that was when she noticed that she was standing in some form of liquid. Glancing down she staggers back in fear.

Is this....blood?

"Gojo if this is you it isn't funny..."She mumbles to herself as she glances around. But all she could see for miles was red. With a shaky breath she glances around again- hoping to see any signs of another human being.

"Gojo?"She calls out his name in hopes of a laugh in return. Gojo pulled pranks on her all of the time...though she wasn't sure if even he would go this far for a prank.

"Not quite."

She flinched back in surprise at the deep voice that seemed to echo in her brain. With wide eyes, she spins around- looking for the source of the voice.

But she never questioned who the voice belonged to. She would never forget his voice.

"Sukuna..."She whispered out in horror.

A low chuckle echoes around the room sending a shiver down her spine. His voice could be heard but she still couldn't see him. Though she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"my wife..."His voice echoes again and she flinches back, pupils small as she darts her eyes everywhere- searching for the form of Sukuna.

She needed to see him.

And then, as she took a fearful step back- she bumped into something or rather...someone. Her eyes go wide and an arm wraps around her waist from behind.

She is pushed back into what she assumes is his chest. Fingers press to her jaw as her head is forced to the side so she could look up at him.

Her heart stopped when their gazes met. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach Yuuji's form stared at her- yet it was Sukuna's hungry eyes that were taking her in.

Her breath stuttered as his fingertips danced from her jaw up to the side of her head- tucking a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear.

And then he leaned in close- her head fully tipped back as their noses brushed. He grinned maniacally.

"We're finally together again..."He whispers before crashing his lips onto hers with a lust-filled fury.

She wasn't sure if she had anticipated this or not but either way she didn't react in the way she thought she would. She didn't push him away like her brain was begging her to. No, something about this felt oddly right.

It felt oddly familiar.

His hand moved to caress her jaw fully whilst his other arm stayed wrapped around the back of her waist- her back pressed tightly against his chest. He didn't plan on letting her go anytime soon.

Heart thudding, she felt herself lift a hand to hesitantly rest on his jaw- though it wasn't a full embrace. Instead, it was just the tips of her fingers resting on his jaw.

Why am I kissing him back? And why does it feel so right? Her brain was yet again on overload with tons of questions. His wife? Together again?

And of course, Sukuna knew that the girl would be filled with questions but he couldn't bring himself to care at this moment and time. So instead he continued to kiss her.

Eventually, his hands moved to her hips so he could twist her around in his arms- their chests now pressed together. Her hands had lifted to fully press against his jaw whilst his had slid to grip her waist tightly.

He held onto her like she would disappear if he didn't. His grip was so firm on her waist that she was certain he would leave bruises on her pale skin. A noise of surprise left her when she felt his sharp nails dig into her waist.

His nails dug into her waist- tearing through the thin pyjama top and breaking the skin almost immediately. But though his nails broke her skin- he never harmed her. If anything the grip was more possessive than anything.

She was sure now that he would leave marks on her. The grip on her waist had her fingers reaching for his hair- gripping onto it tightly like a safety net.

But it felt like the kiss was over much sooner than it started. Sukuna was the first to pull back. Her eyes stayed shut as their lips detached. She was petrified to open her eyes and face the reality that she had just made out with the king of curses, the villain that the sorcerers were trying to prevent from gaining a body.

She had made out with the enemy.

Still, she knew she would have to look at him at some point.

Swallowing thickly, she snapped open her eyes. But she isn't greeted by the face of Sukuna. Instead, she is greeted by her bedroom roof.

Her eyebrows pull together and she instantly lifts herself up into a sitting position- glancing around her dark bedroom as her chest heaved. With anxiety or lust? she wasn't sure.

Had that all been a dream? Surely not. Why would her brain jump to such mad conclusions? but then how could that have happened? it's impossible.

A sharp pain in her side is what breaks her from her thoughts. She hisses and stands to her feet, walking over to her bedroom door to switch on her light.

Gritting her teeth, she lifts her shirt up. She goes pale when catching sight of the dark marks that litter her sides. There were five separate fresh puncture marks on either side of her waist- like someone had been gripping it.

She swallowed uneasily and lifted a hand to brush her fingers over her lips. Guess it wasn't a dream then...

notes: if Sukuna seemed out of character I'm so sorry- uhhh part 2?

[watermelonsugacry]

1d!yn are in these pics you can't convince me otherwise

still finishing up the grammys blurb but i can't not write about them for these pics rn

Along with YN's manager, the whole Harry team has been cheering and congratulating him on his big win as they collectively walk over to the couple's green room. Everyone is ready to celebrate with champagne bottles, big hugs, and pictures...well almost everyone.

As everyone gathers around to look at the monumental award and passes around the red envelope with Harry's House on it, Harry walks off in the midst of the rowdy group. YN sees how he walks off to the corner of the room, crouches down, and puts his face in his hands. She gives her husband a sympathetic smile before going over to crouch down in front of him and putting her hands on his knees in comfort. He's immediately putting a hand on top of her black, latex-covered hand, gripping onto it tightly.

When she hears him sniffle, she turns to the small group of people in the room, "Do yeh lads mind giving us a minute?"

As they all begin to shuffle out, Anthony quickly snaps one last picture of the couple. He captures the way they hold each other's hands, foreheads pressed together with their eyes closed. Harry's nose is a light shade of pink and YN wears a soft smile.

Hearing the door click shut, she's suddenly getting a deja vu moment of the last Grammys they attended together in 2021. After YN won Producer of the Year, Harry quickly came into the room after hearing she was having a panic attack. While everyone else in the room left, he stayed by her side and calmed her down with sweet, loving words and comforting hands.

People tend to forget how overwhelming something like this can be. These two don't make music with the intention of winning awards like this; this is just a perk of the job, of doing something they love. So be recognized for something this big, Album of the Year, is a feeling too big to put into words.

So the couple just sits in comfortable silence for another moment longer, looking at each other with so much love and gratitude. Having each other during this monumental time in their lives is a greater blessing than any of them could have ever asked for.

YN reaches up to thumb away at a rouge tear on his cheek and he keeps her hand there, tilting his head to give a kiss on her palm before letting out a deep sigh. She stands up again but before he can ask her where she's going, she comes back over to his level with his Grammy.

They don't say a word as she hands him his award. They just share soft smiles before huffing out a light laugh in disbelief.

After the awards ceremony and the after party was officially over, the couple still had a lot of engery (and alcohol) to burn off. The night was still young and there was no debate on arguing with the Grammy winners when they said they wanted to go get some pizza.

So at 3 o'clock in the morning, both of their managers, their photographers, and the rest of Harry's producers now sit around tables pushed together to create a space to fit all of them as the couple happily chomps away at their cheesy snacks.

"Yeh did really good with your performance, babe," YN compliments around a mouthful of pizza, her eyes the tiniest bit pink from the drinks she had earlier in the night. "Even with the whole turn-table fuck-up. Handled that shit like a fookin' pro."

"Thank you! Y'know," Harry beams, turning in his seat to fully face her. He rests an arm over the booth cushion behind her back and she hums in response, urging him to continue. "Think m'getting to be-" He takes in a deep breath as a tipsy hiccup shakes his upper body. "-be a pretty good dancer."

"I think so, too," She nods excitingly with wide eyes. "S'good thing you had your Satellite Stompers with yeh. It sucks ass when you have to perform in different shoes than what you originally practiced in."

"My what?" He asks with a smirk, stealing a bite of her pizza slice even though there are still plenty of pizzas around the table for him to grab.

"Your Satellite Stompers," She answers with a bashful giggle and his dimples dig further into his cheeks when he sees a blush grace the apples of her cheeks. "Ugh, s'stupid. Nevermind."

"Nuh uh. Tell me," He pokes, getting butterflies in his stomach at the sight of his gorgeous wife smiling up at the ceiling before sighing in defeat.

"S'just that, I posted a video of you doing your stompy stomps during Satellite one show and called your A.D.I.D.A.S. shoes that. And your fans have picked it up so...they're your Satellite Stompers. Don't laugh!"

"But that's the cutest thing I've ever heard! Anthony! Can y'get a picture of my--wait what were they called, babe?"

"Shut up!" She says with a laugh, pushing his face away from hers.

"Oh yeah, my Satellite Stompers."

She only laughs harder, her nose scrunching up in the cutest way possible as her husband scoots back into the corner of the booth and clumsily brings his foot up for them to see. While everyone else seems to ignore the giggly couple, Anthony brings his camera to his face to capture the shot.

As Harry points to his shoe, YN puts a hand under his heel as a presentation while she holds a slice of pizza to her mouth with the other.

SINCE 2010 masterlist

[kairiscorner]

Hello🙂 I'm really new to your Blog and I really adored Miguel O'hara so much.. Can You please write something for him and to his Filipina Girlfriend when the Reader let's him meet the her whole Family and they're liked challenged him for a Drinking game to see how serious he was on the Reader.. Thank you so much

HIYA ANON !! welcome to my blog, happy to see you here :>> also same, i adore him too 🛐🛐🛐(when he's not beating up miles 😭) BUT OOOOO I LOVE THAT IDEA !! np, and i hope this is any good >:DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

drunk miguel x filipina reader

content warnings! mentions of excessive alcohol intake, if you are uncomfortable with this topic, please don't read any further ^^

"do you really love her?" your cousin asked miguel, who was lurching over on the table, horribly drunk and a little sick of the alcohol he was taking in. you didn't want to see the aftermath of this, you didn't want to know what kind of answer miguel would give despite trusting him so much. it wasn't that you didn't trust him, it was that you had so many horrible experiences with this kind of crap your cousins pulled that you couldn't bear to see it. you tried to get miguel away from them, but he suddenly blurted out his answer.

"i do." he said, his voice slurred and heavy from the drinking. your cousins nodded and agreed sarcastically, which made you question if you were even related to these people. "aren't there better options for you to fall in love with? come on, look at you! surely, you've looked at other people in ways you never looked at our cousin before, no?" they pressed him, eager to hear his response. you couldn't be any more disgusted or angry at their behavior, so you got up and started shouting--shouting at them to leave miguel alone, to leave you alone, to mind their own business as adults because they really didn't seem to get the memo. as you were shouting at them, miguel took your hand, and though he was still hunched over the table, he responded in a weak voice. "never. never have i... wanted anyone... the way i wanted... her." he confessed as he mustered the strength to look up at you with such a genuine expression on his face.

"i... i want nobody else. just you, mahal ko." he said as he looked you in the face and tried smiling, despite the alcohol already bringing him into the sober but dazed stage. he leaned over to kiss your lips, he needed nothing more right now than the feeling of you on him, right here and right now. he's rambling and mumbling, on and on, about how he's dreamed of marrying you, spending the rest of his life with you, maybe having kids with you if you wanted. "i've thought of... of names for them all, mahal..." he went on as he leaned against you, gradually putting his weight down on you. after your cousins realized that, even when drunk, he was pretty much hopelessly in love with you, they lost interest in the game and went back to their own worlds as miguel jumped to the giddy stage as he wrapped his arms around you for a bear hug and kissed you all over your face, as if he was separated from you for a lifetime, when in reality, you were hear the whole time--holding his hand while he drank away everything your cousins gave him.

"i meant every word of it, y'know..." he whispered to you with a slight giggle as he held you closer and squeezed you a little tighter. "they said... 'when drunk, the truth comes out'... they didn't need to make me drunk to... to make me remind them all that... you're all i want." he said as he began running a hand through your hair and chuckling as he fidgeted with a lock of your hair and smiling wider when he saw you smile. "you have such a perfect smile. it's enough to knock me out..." he said as he leaned over to kiss your cheek, and soon, his head fell to your shoulder, almost knocking you down with his size. you called for your other cousins to help you take him to your room, and they teased both of you for how disgustingly sweet you two were with each other.

as you and your cousins plopped him down on your bed, you closed the lights and curled up into the bed next to him. miguel was still a little awake when you snuggled in next to him, so he seized the opportunity to grab you by the waist and pull you in for another hug, calling you all his favorite nicknames for you and complimenting every bit of you as you two lay there on your bed. "i'll love you forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and... ever." he said as he kissed your nose. you placed your hands on either sides of his cheeks and giggled. "and i'll love you forever, and ever, and ever, miggy." you said as you kissed him on his soft, pouty-like lips as he let the alcohol drift him off to the land of sleep in your arms as you hugged him by his waist now, both of you in each other's arms.

a/n: ang himbing ng tulog ng lasing 🥰

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

[thebluestbluewords]

and soon it’ll be spring

testing out some character voices. Set in a vague future timeline, fandom-typical discussions of child abuse.

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Carlos hasn't seen his mother in years. Hasn't spoken to her since he left the isle. There's phones, and computers, and mail service to the isle, and sometimes the reception even works now, but he hasn't reached out. 

Evie sends letters to her mother sometimes. She addresses them to her old castle, encloses herbs and chocolate and eyeshadow. She doesn't read the responses that come back, but her mother sends them anyway, and Evie keeps sending her packages even though she can't bear to see whatever her mother has to say back to her. 

Carlos can't even do that. 

He's a bad son, probably. An ungrateful brat. Useless. Worthless. His mother could have drowned him as a baby, killed him like an unwanted puppy, and they'd all have been better off without the bother. He's been a bad son since he was born. Weak. A vulnerability. 

He breathes, keeps his voice steady. "Yup. That." 

Diego moves in a flurry of violent motion. He's facing away, towards the river, but Carlos still has to suppress the urge to flinch. Diego wears heavy boots, steel-toes even though he's never been in a real factory in his life, and every Isle kid's seen the damage they can do. 

The rock he kicked goes flying into the river. 

"Fuck." his cousin snaps. "Fuck! I remember that." 

Carlos can't laugh, but there's a sort of bubbling fear that's catching in his throat, and he can let some of it out. "Hah. Yeah. Um, I sort of — I cried a lot, that summer? It was hot and awful and you wouldn't come by the house, and I wasn't allowed to be at yours, so we started looking for a better hideout that year. D'you remember when Ivy found that place by the forest—" 

"—the one with the metal roof, where we got trapped by Kaa and you rigged a crossbow out of guitar strings." Diego finishes. "Fuck. I knew we found a new hideout that year, but I thought it was 'cause we got those drums for Sierra and couldn't keep them quiet down in the warehouse." 

Carlos shrugs. He's always been the little one, the tag-along. Diego's gang didn't tell him anything when he was a kid, and they still don't really talk. He's magicam friends with Sierra and Ivy, but Mia won't even accept his follow request. They didn't want him then, they don't want him now, and it's not even really a sore point anymore. He's got his own pack. No teenagers really want a little kid hanging around them, especially a kid who's already showing that he's a weak point.  "Might'a been. I dunno." 

"Nah, it was 'cause dad didn't want you hanging around the house anymore," Diego says firmly, shaking his head. "We found a new place so you'd have somewhere to go'n hide when your mom went ballistic. You were tiny, y'know."

It's sort of a logical leap, but sort of not.

 "I'm still short." Carlos points out. "You don't feel compelled to protect me now, right?" 

"Hah. Hah. Very funny, nerd." 

"I'm just saying—”He ducks the hand that shoots out to scrub his hair into a rat's nest. Score one for Isle kid instincts. "I'm say-ing," Carlos continues, undeterred. "That you didn't have to protect me back then. I could've taken care of myself." 

"You were a kid." 

"And you were what, twelve? Thirteen?" 

"Older," Diego says firmly. He's still looking out towards the water. "Old enough to protect my baby cousin." 

"Mom didn't kill me. I'm still here." 

Diego's arms are smooth and unmarked by the round cigarette burns that cover Carlos's arms, hands, chest, belly. Anywhere he was soft, she liked to burn. 

"She could've," Diego rasps out. "She almost did. I wasn't big enough to stop her."

"The spell—”

"FUCK THE SPELL." he shouts. Too loud. People are looking at them. People in Auradon love to stare and judge VKs, even when they're dressed just like anyone else in the city, but shouting was a reason to stare even back home. 

Diego notices, and drops his arms down, swinging the cup in his hand back and forth like a melting pendulum of coffee and sugar.  "Fuck it," he repeats, quieter. "If Auradon wanted us alive so bad, they should've put in the work themselves instead of relying on the barrier to keep bouncing us back." 

Carlos lifts one shoulder in agreement. He's pretty sure that the spell does a lot more than just keep them in their bodies, what with the healing factor and the way it won't kick you back in unless you've got a body to go back to, but it's a solid enough argument if you don't go into specifics. Claudine and the religious types at Dragon Hall had a whole rant on tap about how the barrier was being used to bounce their souls out of their path to heaven, so that they'd rejoin their bodies again and keep them alive even longer, but thinking about the concept of souls makes Carlos feel an emotion that Mal calls "stabbing" and Jay calls "a working bullshit sensor." Evie calls it "a rational emotional response to religious guilt-tripping bullshit", which sounds better than stabbing, but like, the point still stands that souls aren't real and listening to Claudine's lecture about them makes Carlos feel mostly doubtful, and also sort of like he's a shitty person. Which is probably the point of religion.

"S'not really bouncing," he says quietly, keeping his voice low and face turned down. People stare less if they're not obviously talking to each other, because Auradon has different standards for communication and watching VKs shout-talk directly at each other makes people stare. "It's not like we ever really die."

Diego levels a flat look at him. 

"Okay, yeah, they should've put more work into keeping us alive," Carlos agrees, because it's true. Auradon locked them up and threw away the key, and didn't even bother to check on their island of villains once they'd settled down from the initial bloodshed and power scrambles. "But the scientific basis for being bounced back into our bodies by the spell just isn't there. If they're using the barrier to trap our souls or whatever in an impenetrable bubble, then how're new souls getting in for the kids born on the Isle? If it's a true closed system it doesn't make sense. And I know--" He sucks in a breath before Diego can get a word in edgewise, because he knows. The souls aren't the point. The magic isn't even the point. "It doesn't matter how they're keeping us there so long as there's still kids starving and being killed on that rock. I know. But I can't push the wheels of government any faster, because I'm not the fucking king, or a representative, or anything. I'm a testimony at best,and it's not like being born on the Isle gives me the power to do anything about it."

Diego snorts. "Wow, you can't fix twenty years of systematic disenfranchisement on your own? Call the presses, my genius cousin can't fix something in five years that took twenty to break in the first place." 

The guilt that lives in the place where other people keep their feelings swirls up in Carlos's chest again. "I could've tried." 

"In between what, surviving high school? Petitioning the king to listen to us? 'Cause it seems like we're a lot further than we'd've been without your crew's work." 

"I built a machine to break the barrier," Carlos tells the river. "Back home. Before we left. It nearly worked." 

Diego kicks another rock into the river. "I know." 

Carlos feels his heart stutter-stop. "You—what?" 

"I know," Diego repeats. "You built shit all the time. You'd talk about it in your sleep. I stopped by that treehouse of yours one time, and you had the whole thing torn apart. You were talking to your crew about it. I listened for a while."

"When?"

The cold bottom of his cousin's coffee cup bonks into Carlos's skull. "Before you left, genius. I dunno. You didn't have it working yet."

"I thought I was being sneaky about that."

"You were. I'm just sneakier. If you'd been reverse engineering the whole barrier, you'd've built it better right?" 

"I would've given us the dignity of dying, if that's what you're asking." 

"Yeah." Diego says quietly, and then. "Fuck. That's morbid." 

Carlos shrugs. Maybe thinking about better ways to die makes them morbid, but it's still comforting to think that if he'd been the one to engineer their prison, that he'd've been able to give them the mercy of actually dying. "We're villains. It's our speciality. We're supposed to be all about death, and murder, and stuff." 

Diego laughs. They laugh the same way, the two of them. More of a bark than a real laugh. There's probably some irony there, if they wanted to go digging for it. "Didn't you hear, little cousin? We're supposed to be good now. No more murder. We're reformed villains, no more claws and fangs." 

They're reformed, but Diego still calls at 3am sometimes, just to make sure that he's still breathing. 

"Damn, guess I'll have to return the axe I bought," Carlos drawls, hefting his cup up like it's a weapon. "And the rat poison, and the chains for the dungeon..." 

"Kinky." 

[p4rallel-universe]

hello helloo

there's literally no ian x male reader in here so let me request something for him rq :]

I saw this prompts on pinterest earlier and i thought they would fit ian so i was wondering if you could do smth with them

"Please don't cry, i can't stand seeing you cry"

"Just talk to me."

"Don't pretend you're okay because i know you're not"

bye byee!

tears are in your eyes

A/N - can i just say thank u to this anon for getting me back into the writing spirit frrrrr

this request was exactly what i needed bc i LOVE ian gallagher i literally dream about him

plssss let me know who u are anon bc ur right the lack of male reader ian fics is madness 🙏🙏

summary: you love Ian, but he's sick. and he loves you, but you're crying.

it all started in the morning.

you came round the Gallagher house at 11, looking for Ian. he hadn't taken your calls all morning, it wasn't like you were worried or anything. maybe a little. but worrying about Ian felt like more of a constant feeling recently. when you got there, Fiona was the only person around and she told you to check upstairs, saying she hadn't seen him since she's been up.

when you went up there, Ian was laying in bed, wrapped up in covers. you smile to yourself. he's an angel, he is, and you always think this. even just from the back of his head when he's half asleep. you love him.

"heya," you call to him, "you still asleep?", you shake his shoulder gently and he shrugs you away. you furrow your brow and sit on the edge of the bed.

"c'mon," you ruffle the back of his hair and he groans, pulling the covers further up his face.

" 'm just...'m tired," he mumbles, you shift yourself closer to him, your hand on his arm,

"hey, Ian, you gotta get up. it's past 11." you stroke his arm gently,

"just...just- leave me alone." his tone is harsh and it stings. you remind yourself he doesn't really mean it.

"Ian, c'mon, what's wrong?" you ask and he doesn't reply. the room is silent and uncomfortable, but your hand stays on his arm. you love him.

"just talk to me." you're almost begging now, and he grunts in response.

and that's how it's been all day. it's 4 PM now, and Ian's barely moved. you've stayed next to him the whole time. your hand has moved from his hair, to his hands, to his arm. you've spoken to him softly, you've shouted. he's only replied in grunts or mumbled words, or just stayed silent.

it's hard, to see him like this. but you can't leave him, not like this. you love him.

it's 5 PM and nothings changed. you're lying behind Ian, arms wrapped around him, holding tight. he's holding your hands, loosely, but he is.

"Ian-" you start, whispering right next to his ear,

"no- no, don't," he stops you, "i'm fine- it's fine, i'm just...i'm tired." his voice is barely a whisper, and you hold him tighter.

you pause. there's a depressive intimacy happening, that you don't want to break.

"don't pretend you're okay because i know you're not." you wait for his reply. it never comes. you kiss his cheek and try to hold back tears. you love him

"he's still not up?" Fiona's in the doorway, holding two plates. she looks at you sympathetically, she knows how it feels.

"uh, no." you pull yourself away from Ian, he doesn't try and and hold you there. you sit up, taking the plates from Fiona. "thanks." you say, out of politeness, because you know you both won't eat.

"y'know you don't need to stay here, i can take care of-" she doesn't get to finish before you interrupt her,

"no. i'll stay. i'm staying with him." Fiona tries to smile at you, but she knows, more than anyone, you're just fighting a losing battle.

"right, well, uh, try eat something. get him to eat something." you smile at her as she leaves the room. moving the plates to the floor, you lay back in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

7 PM now, and Ian is laying on his back, looking up. it's the most he's moved all day. you're sat up next to him, staring down at your hands. you pick at your nails.

you're thinking about Ian, who's right next to you but not really there. you think about how the top of his head smells. and his voice in the morning. his arms when he holds you. his smile and his laugh and how his jaw hardens when he's angry. and most of all, you think of how you love him even when he feels like nothing. when it's as if he's just air. you love him.

and then you start to cry. it's slow at first. tears that trickle from your cheeks and land on your shirt. then you can't stop. you rub your eyes harshly to punish them, because you don't want to upset Ian. the tears don't stop, they can't stop. Ian looks at you, his blank face showing concern. and it isn't that he doesn't care, because he does. he's kicking himself seeing you cry. but he just can't. not right now.

"please- don't cry. y'know, i, uh, can't stand seeing you cry." he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. you look at him, face twisted in emotion, your hands in your lap. he reaches out and takes them, kissing them. and you can't help but smile so wide you wouldn't believe it was because of something so small. he pulls you down into a hug, holding you to his chest.

"i love you." he whispers, breathing you in deeply, his nose pressed to your neck.

this time you don't say anything, you just smile. and it's not a lot, but it's perfect.

and you love him.

A/N: the day i stop writing shameless angst is the day i die - stay tuned for many fluff posts from now onnnn (title is inspired by the yo la tengo song ofc)

[softlyspector]

Okay, so this idea popped into my head today. Marc Spector, injury dialogue prompt 16, and a nurse reader. It’s just chef’s kiss

"I'd hate to be a burden..." || "It's alright, (Name). I don't mind taking care of you"

a/n: nurse!reader x marc is something that can be so personal actually....warnings for blood, injuries, etc.

"That guy is here again."

You glance up from the chart in your hands, frowning at your smirking coworker. She raises a brow and takes a long sip from the water bottle in her hands, not breaking eye contact.

She smacks her lips when she lowers the bottle, "Y'know, the really hot one?"

You don't respond, turning back to the chart and sliding your finger down the page, looking for the information you'd been trying to input into the monitor in front of you.

"I can tend to him, if you like. Slow night and all." She tilts her head, like she knows she's already got your goat, laughter in her voice. "Plus, he's all sweaty and miserable and I'm dying to see the abs he's clearly hiding."

A flare of jealousy you have no control over rears up.

"No," you respond, a little too fast. "I'll get him."

"Mhm," she hums. "Let him take you home this time," she advises.

You roll your eyes and squint at the screen in front of you, vision doubling as you stare, your eyes tired and body aching after such a long shift. "He doesn't want to take me home."

"Sure," she nods, eyes wide, tone sarcastic. "Just has a way of showing up here broken at the end of your shifts."

You don't respond, gritting your teeth instead, eyes sore with strain, a headache beginning a slow pounding at your temples. "Just let him know I'll be there in a minute. If he's not bleeding to death."

"He's right as rain, I imagine. He could patch himself up, I think. Says he'll only see you anyways."

You don't grace her with a response, and she laughs as she walks away, back in the direction of the clinic's waiting room.

After you finish entering the patient's information, you take a moment to breathe. In, out. In, out.

You can do this. You're almost to the finish line.

You shove the patient's chart back into the filing stand before turning to make your way to the lobby.

Lo and behold, Marc Spector stands alone in the clinic's lobby, leaning carefully against the wall, idly watching the silent children's movie playing on a TV in the corner. Something in your chest cracks, knowing that he hasn't sat down to avoid staining the newly reupholstered waiting room chairs.

He looks just the way he had the first night you met him, when he was just some blood speckled guy in the lobby, grouchy but kind.

"Marc?" You call, jerking your head toward the hall to the exam rooms. "C'mon."

His eyes snap to you, gaze softening a fraction as he pushes himself off the wall and follows you easily.

"That other nurse thinks I come here to hit on you," he says when you shut the door of the exam room behind you.

"Well," you lead him to the sink in the corner, holding a hand up to him. "Don't you?"

Marc grunts and looks away as you wash your hands thoroughly. "Your turn," you nudge him in front of the sink with your knee. "All the way up to your elbows. Scrub."

"I know," he grumbles at you, perpetually cranky.

You lean next to him, watching the pink and rust of blood swirl down the drain. "At least you've stopped scaring the staff."

"I don't mean to scare anyone," he rumbles calmly.

You smile, some of your exhaustion peeling away. "I know you don't." You want to touch him, but you turn to snap on a pair of gloves instead as Marc finishes washing and pats his hands and arms dry with paper towels.

"Do I scare you?"

"Not nearly as much as you'd like to believe, Spector." You follow him to one of the plastic chairs where he finally takes a seat with a groan. You know he hates sitting on the exam table and so you don't make him.

His eyes are hard, a little crease between them. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothin'," you tilt his face up, examining the cuts that litter his skin. "Are you hurt anywhere I can't see? Linda wants to see your abs."

Marc chokes out an unexpected laugh. "Got a slash on my leg. Sorry I didn't get my guts torn out."

"What she doesn't know if that you've got a cute little belly," you say as you turn to grab the supplies you'll need to clean and bandage and suture him.

He's trying to hide a smile when you turn back. "That's not very nice."

"It's very nice actually. You're strong and it shows. Abs are over-fucking-rated. All show, no strength," you inform him, cleaning a cut along his cheekbone with long, measured, careful pressure.

Marc doesn't answer you. Though you notice his cheeks are a bit pink as he watches you staunch the bleeding on a couple of wounds on his arms and hands and along his jaw. You examine the cut on his thigh and sigh. "That's going to need stitches. Christ, Marc, what were you doing?" You ask, deciding that needs attention first.

"Nothin'," he lies. "Nothing you need to worry about."

You raise a brow at him, cutting some of the fabric around the wound away, before you set to cleaning it too.

"I hate to - I don't mean to take up your time like this -," he stutters suddenly. "You're always so busy here. I -,"

"It's alright, Marc. I don't mind taking care of you," you say gently, interrupting him. "I'd rather you come here. To me."

Marc's chest hitches, but you don't look up, not sure you'll be able to handle whatever expression is on his face.

You make quick work of the stitches, dabbing on numbing cream and angling your body to block Marc's view of the process as much as you're able to. "There," you say when the bandage is in place, straightening and stepping back a bit.

Marc remains silent, his face a carefully schooled neutral mask as he watches you work slowly up his body. You treat the cuts on his arms and face. He's stoic and silent but his eyes are revealing when you dare to look into them, the hardened cut of his resting face doing nothing to hide what lay in his gaze.

Guilt.

Your ribs tighten, squeezing at your lungs. You hate when he looks at you like that, like he would only ever take things from you.

"When Linda told me you were here," you start, swabbing some cream onto the bruises he's laden with. "She said you were all sweaty and miserable and hot."

He laughs again, the sound clearly unexpected to him, and you smile, having gotten what you aimed for. "And hot?"

You nod, "Precisely. And hot."

"Am I missing something here, baby?"

You finish with the last bruise and slide your gloves off, tossing them away and stepping between his thighs, to cup his jaw between your hands. "Probably. Like, I guess there's just something about a pathetic, miserable man, waiting for his partner that really does it for the ladies. Y'know?"

"Not really, no," he says, curling his arms around your hips, tilting his head against your belly as you bury your hands in his sweat dampened hair. "Sorry. I only want you."

Your heart flutters, even though you know he means to take care of him, that he doesn't like anyone else patching him up, touching him when they don't know how and when it's okay to touch him.

"Hey," he pulls back. "I am sorry. I know you're exhausted. I don't do this on purpose -,"

You smile, "You kinda do. That's okay." Marc lets you kiss him, hums when you slide your tongue against his bottom lip. His mouth falls open to you easily, breath warm against your mouth. He waits for you, waits for you to make the decision to kiss him again. When you do, again and again and again, he tastes like the coppery tint of blood, but underneath that, like Marc.

He hums again, tightens his arms around you. "You can always tell me to fuck off, y'know?" He says when he pulls back, eyes still closed. "If you don't want to deal with me."

"Deal with you?" You ask, cupping his cheeks between your palms, thumbs sweeping over the strong arch of bone. "Marc, I don't deal with you. Dealing is, like, something you don't want to put up with but you do anyways."

"Is that not what's goin' on?" He asks warily, blinking up at you.

"No," you say, only a little horrified. "No, of course not."

"So Linda's not gettin' the chance to see my abs anytime soon," he pats your hip and labors to his feet.

You laugh, and Marc does too. "No. Definitely not. You're my favorite patient."

"Hope I'm a little more than that," he touches the space beneath your eyes. "Let's get you home. You're exhausted. When's your shift over?"

"Now," you yawn, snuggling into his arms for the brief moment he hugs you close. "You're my last. Lemme go get my stuff."

Marc holds you longer than he usually does, nose against your temple. "Thank you."

You're not sure what he means, what he's thanking you for. Still you answer, "anytime, baby."