#and wednesday night he came back to get the table he forgot (a table so fucking heavy idk how he managed to get it up the wall/gate)

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Writing prompt if you will, when ever you got time.

For t&t au Enid being possessive of Wednesdays time during the day. Hating the time spent away from her, hating the people surrounding Wednesday the usual. And maybe she takes care of that possessiveness during the night 🫣 by making sure that Wednesday knows that she’s hers and hers alone?

Also congrats on making the new blog 🎉 I can’t wait to see everyone’s ask/reactions!

I gotchu!

Tags: fluff but don't be fooled bc Enid is still a possessive freak, usual smut NSFW things, over stimulation. Slight ooc Wednesday etc

Think of this as when they're finally something in the au

No beta bc we die like Enid's morals in this au

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Wednesday is beautiful, that's a fact.

Others would describe her as a lovely poison that they think they can handle. Most of the time, she is a prize they can never have.

Wednesday is intoxicating, so Enid understands why so many are attracted. It's hardly surprising with the amount of attention she grabbed with evacuating the students and slaying a pilgrim. Her lil hero, she teases and Wednesday will roll her eyes yet still relax in Enid's hold.

She's pliant like that.

Besides, Wednesday is gorgeous and anyone with two working eyes can see that.

Her dearly roomie is such a pretty lady when walking with Enid to class. Always so prim and proper with her uniform and back so straight. She's beauty, she's grace and she always makes the cutest of faces when Enid sneaks in a peck or two when it's the two of them.

The lovely dear never fails to freeze for a moment, like a rabbit caught by its ears and oh it tempts. Then Wednesday's eyes soften in a way that it makes Enid sheath her claws and she gets pulled into a peck of her own.

It never fails to be sweet, knowing that she has everything she ever needed in arms distance.

But sometimes, people don't know when to keep their hands to themself.

It wasn't exactly shouted to the world that they were a thing but Enid thought it was quite obvious. The jacket Wednesday wears is still soaked with her scent, the mark that showcases that she's Enid is still a raw red so what is she doing wrong?

Ah.

It clicks and the answer is so obvious it has her face palming.

They aren't werewolves so clearly they wouldn't know better. They can't see the way they're bonded either, not with the way the nevermore collar shielded it from sight.

It's standard procedure to stay clear of a recent mated pair. The relationship is too raw, studies say. Don't want to risk a feral werewolf doing something it might regret simply because a threat came walking in, others joke.

Except, no one knew that they were a mated pair. Werewolves mate with werewolves after all but there were rumors and people in nevermore knew better than to get in Enid's way.

But there were a few exceptions, one of them being Wednesday's childhood friend and transfer student for past two weeks; Joel.

Enid frankly stopped caring about him the moment her teeth sunk into that pretty skin. She forgot he even existed until he walked up to the table this morning actually.

He was practically a normie boy, what harm could he do? She thinks. Thinking back on it now, maybe she got a bit carried away with the way she treated him. Maybe he was in the same boat as Eugene?

Tyler was practically a normie boy too, it whispers. Didn't stop him from getting close to Wednesday, did it?

The image has Enid pausing.

She's better now, she cannot just go ahead and throttle a guy because he had too much resemblance to her mate's ex.

She isn't so insecure.

But then Enid turns to say hi, because she's a new person now and everything is better because she is the one with Wednesday not hi-

Joel is leaning too close.

Close enough that she has no choice but to be assaulted by the bitter taste of medicine and alchohol. So a noise builds up from her chest in retaliation.

A growl.

The two of them pause in their conversation and Enid? Shes aware that this is the loudest and most vocal she has ever been about Joel. Because Wednesday is her own person, she can have her own friends and Enid doesn't have the right to dictate that.

But that's not true is it? Wednesday is hers.

She gave herself that night.

Her mate bared her throat with the loviest of gasps escaping those lips and Enid knew very well what such actions meant.

Enid isnt a pup.

She doesn't throw her hands all willy nilly nor does she shout, instead she coughs and plays it off because she's supposed to be caring. Their relationship is too new, too raw and Wednesday enjoys her independence.

Enid doesn't want to think of what will happen if Wednesday thinks of her as a cage instead of a den.

Wednesday is gorgeous, Enid knows this. Wednesday is hers and Enid knows that too. Ofcourse other people will notice something they can't have, ofcourse they'll still try to reach over and take but this is why she is here.

She's there to make sure that they know who belongs to who.

Enid is there to remind Wednesday that even with all the people she dares let in to her life, her wolf will be right there no matter what.

Besides, they can bask in the image Wednesday puts out in the day because at night? When it's simply the two of them?

Enid smiles, curling her fingers inside the heat inbetween Wednesday's legs.

Only she can have this.

Her pretty thing gasps onto the pillow, her eyes drooping into something thats half awake and something else.

"Enid," Wednesday tries to speak but it's hard to talk when a palm grinds against her clit and those fingers sink deeper and deeper. Her darling has always been so sensitive and the wolf can't help a pleased sigh from leaving her lips when Wednesday grips at her wrist, those blunt nails digging onto her skin.

"Enid." it sounds like a warning or maybe she's begging, the line blurs when she sounds so intoxicating either way.

But Enid slows because her dear simply hints it so. Wednesday is warm in her hold, positively overheating and when she lays her head onto her sweet's shoulder from behind, Enid sees the way her dear tries to compose herself. It's adorable, the fact that she squeezes her eyes and thighs shut at the same time. Absolutely lovely to know that only Enid has seen those flushed cheeks and messed hair.

She did this, no one else.

Enid kisses at mating mark, it stopped bleeding long ago but she is tempted to open it once again, drunk on the memory on how Wednesday siezed in her hold. It seems like her beau remembers too because her grip turned lovely when the wolf noses at the wound, the choked noise that spills out of Wednesday's lips tempting Enid to simply sink her teeth in once again.

"finish what you started," she says, her voice cool as a cucumber but enid feels her hand tracing down to push the wolf's own deeper. "Or is this all you can give?"

Enid huffs, aware that she's being egged on as she nipped at the skin on Wednesday's neck. Her dear hums, pushing herself deeper into Enid's hold. Cute, but a part of her stings at the implication of not giving enough.

It's a reminder that despite being such a lovely exception, she's a mortal like the rest.

So like any good hunt, Enid slowly shifts what's hers into a better position. As always, her needy lovely whines when Enid pulls her hands away but after soft reassurances and promises, Wednesday watches with lidded eyes as she's nudged to lay on her back.

Enid places her hands on the band of Wednesday's pants and with one smooth motion, rips it in two.

Wednesday stares, not quite expecting that and before she knows it, she's pulled into a kiss that has her gasping when her wolf's fingers trace lower.

She's going to regret taunting her like that.

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"Enid, Enid wait-" Wednesday sobs and gosh, she must be doing this on purpose because the way she says it has the wolf salivating. Her dear lies like a lovely doll without it's strings, shivering with hair sticking to her face. What was once such determined eyes were glazed over and oh? Is that a tear, she sees?

Enid smiles. She bent down, uncaring of the way that even the slight brush of her skin against Wednesday has the girl tensing as she ran her tongue over the salty tear.

Yes, this is the Wednesday no one else can see.

This is hers, unequivocally.

She is the first to leave her in this state and she will be the last.

"it's okay," Enid whispers and Wednesday couldn't help but arch into the wolf's soaked fingers, pressing her clit closer and the desperate action has Enid laughing. She really said wait and yet here she is, absolutely impatient.

"just let it out, 'Nes. " a strangled noise escapes Wednesday lips when Enid kisses at the newly bitten wound on her shoulder, running her tongue over left over blood.

"Enid-" Wednesday groans and she jerks her head away, baring more of her throat as the wolf kisses up to her jaw.

"Wednesday," Enid teases, sated yet still craving more as she pushes herself up to admire the sight below her.

It's the first time they've ever gotten this far, the first time Enid has ever seen Wednesday cry actually. If she keeps this up, Enid will get addicted to seeing those eyes wet with tears and nobody wants that.

Unless..?

"this is what you wanted right?" Enid wonders, unbothered by the way Wednesday tried to buck away because when she presses her hand harder against that slick heat, her dearest would grind onto it like some bitch in need in turn. "I need words dear," she coos, watching how Wednesday tries to breath and form words while jerking herself off at the same time.

Enid didnt even need to move a finger and the blond decides that Wednesday looks lovely like this. Desperate, clingy, Needy.

"mm," is the half ass attempt that sighs out of Wednesday's mouth and her hands tighten from it's spot on Enid's forearm.

Enid clicks her tongue, disappointed and begins to pull away.

The reaction is immediate and a whine pulls from her dear's lips when Enid slips her finger out.

"yes!" Wednesday gasps, doing her best to nod her head as she pulls herself into the wolf, her legs trembling. "I want more, Enid please-"

The wolf humms, tracing that lovely marked skin with her free hand. What was once pale clear skin was a canvas filled with blotches of red and more. It would ache for days, Enid made sure of it. Which meant that Wednesday wouldn't allow anyone other than her to be too close.

Good, she counted on that too.

Wednesday jerked at the touch, gasping at the way too light touches and squirming for more.

"like a fish out of water," Enid murmurs and immediately, her nails grew and dug into a thin pressure against that lovely skin. Wednesday threw her head back with a choked moan, coming on Enid's hand once again. She really should've kept count, but the way the bed beneath was absolutely soaked was enough of a counter in her mind.

Enid watches with a curiosity as her dear seemingly came into reality. Those hands that wished and clung for more was now pushing her away. Can you blame enid for pouting and palming that pussy? It was soaked, pulsing so fast that Enid knew that she could handle one more.

Wednesday squeaked, her eyes rolling to the back when Enid pressed her palm against that swollen clit.

"come now Wednesday, what's wrong?" Enid coos, dripping with fake sincerity as those eyes looked up at her. "do you want me to stop? Here I thought you wanted more, dearest. You were begging just a few moments before after all."

"No, I do, just-"

Enid kissed at the tears forming at the corners of Wednesday's eyes. Her roomie's fingers dug deeper into her arm yet they relaxed as Enid began peppering kisses all over her face.

"it's okay, weds. You've been doing so well for me," she murmurs because as much as Enid loves to play with her food, what matters is whether Wednesday had her fun too. "we can stop right now."

They stay like that for a moment, enough for wednesday to try and breathe.

"i," she starts before her hips began to roll against the hand still cupping her core. Her hands move from her arm to up Enid's chest and onto her shoulders. "one more?" Wednesday whispers against Enid's lips, her fingers tightening like she was trying to grab onto the railing that can keep her from crashing into the ocean.

The wolf huffs at that, making sure to bring Wednesday into a kiss that has Enid smiling as she pulled back her hand and brought it down with a muffled smack. The moan that's gasped into her mouth has Enid delighted.

Wednesday trembles and her hands stay digging onto Enid's shoulder when she slips her fingers in. Wednesday seemed better now, more lucid as her eyes drifted from looking at the obscene things Enid was doing to her to the sweat that lines her girlfriend's throat.

She was aiming to give a kiss on her neck, maybe a similar mark to what Enid gave her until she felt a rough palm grind against her clit as the embarrassing sign of what they've been doing grew louder.

Wednesday bit down, pulling Enid into her arms until they were chest to chest and her nails dug deep into her beloathed back.

Her clit was tingling with too much pleasure, and it was hot to the touch. How she wasn't crying more than she already was was a mystery to her.

Wednesday notes the way Enid tenses at her bite, letting out a pleased sigh before looking down at the way she takes her fingers.

Wednesday whined because well, it's embarrassing before reaching her end with a jerk of her hips. It's enough to snap Enid out of her trance. "Enid… Mmm, can't n'emore.. "

Enid pulls out, watching with fascination at the way her hand is absolutely soaked before using her other to rub circles along Wednesday's hip. The wolf licks her hand clean before smiling at the way Wednesday looked away, her skin still a lovely flushed red.

"you taste amazing, dear," Enid teases.

Wednesday made a sound. "pleaser," her rough voice says before relaxing into Enid's hold when the wolf grasps at her face and pulls her into a kiss.

"you did just as good, Wednesday," Enid assures and Wednesday sinks into her arms as the blond flipped them over. She can clean the sheets in the morning.

Now? She'll bask in Wednesday lying on her.

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First time doing this so idk wtf am I doing so uhhhhh

Enjoy?

Might delete actually bc Jhdakwka I went way too overboard but do tell me your thoughts

[bellamyblake]

Bellarke headcanon written for 'What's that Bellarke AU Wednesday' on Twitter, organized by @ bellarkehub (inspired, from the pics above)

After all these years of secretly dating his sister's best friend and everything they've been through in their lives-Clarke losing her dad, O and him burying Aurora, him joining the Army and coming back home in pieces, there's one thing that never ever failed to make Bellamy laugh and that was his sister and Clarke dancing and jumping around to any Taylor Swift song;

When he watches them now, all those years later, sitting in his wheelchair with one leg cut off and his hearing a bit off (his left side had basically lost about sixty percent of it and on bad days he couldn't hear Clarke calling out to him) his heart squirms in his chest and he remembers how they used to jump around and dance in O's room as teenagers, how they yelled loudly and annoyed him on the way to or from school, how they woke him up in the middle of the night as a prank screaming "Reputation" in his ear as he pretended he hated it (in truth, he didn't).

Clarke, who somehow fell in love with him all over again when he came back home broken and in pieces, with a prosthetic on his leg and a half functioning body, called him out on it when she came into his shack and found him listening to Evermore on repeat while sawdusting beams or working on making them new kitchen chairs and fix the old dining table;

Carpentry was theraupeutic and helped his hands and heart return back to normal, the music spoke to him and calmed him down.

He wasn't ashamed when she caught him, he didn't want to hide, he enjoyed Taylor Swift and he was too tired of the world judging him.

So when Clarke came over and wrapped her arms around his still strong and bulky body from behind, rubbing her hand over his chest and whispering in his ear that there was a raffle at the vet center where you could win tickets for the Eras tour, he laughed-he had never won anything in life it wasn't going to start happening now but Clarke still entered them when they went there for his monthly check up and medication update and he honestly forgot about it.

He has lost any sort of believe that his luck was going to turn upside down at the age of seven, if not before that.

That was until a month later, on a particularly bad day when his legs really hurt and he couldn't get out of bed, she burst in the bedroom screaming they won the raffle, waving three tickets in her hand screaming so loudly, he thought she was hurt at first. She had been making sure he was fine in the past few days since he couldn't get out of bed and today he had finally convinced her to go out. She got a call while she was grabbing ice cream with his sister.

He laughed and refused to believe it until it actually happened. They were up close to the stage in the few vet reserved rows and he had the time of his life, he even got a bunch of those beadsy bracelets and screamed from the top of his lungs with Clarke and his sister.

He was drunk on happiness after, that was before he got actually drunk and they kept replaying the songs on the way back in the truck. He leaned over the window and sang along, feeling wild and free like he's never been.

It was the happiest he's been in years and he didn't care that a month later his friends still replayed ridiculous videos of him singing Taylor Swift on the way home.

He smiled with them and rest his chin above Clarke's head as his hand fell to her stomach where only he and her knew there'd soon be a baby bump there for them to talk to and watch grow.

They were happy and together, Taylor Swift was blasting from the laptop Miller brought over for the party tonight, he still had his silly bracelets on and he didn't care who said what about it-life was good and he was going to keep listening to Evermore in his shack, though now, he'd be moving onto his next project-building a crib.

[britcision]

Y’all I totally forgot it was Wednesday, but I didn’t come empty handed! No answers, of course, just a peek back into dinner while Danny’s off committing Crimes 😏

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Jason really wished he could just focus on having a good time with his family. The food was, as always, exquisite, and Sam and Tucker were moaning happily along with the others.

It smelled great. It looked great. It tasted great, but something in the back of Jason’s head just wouldn’t switch off.

Not until Danny came back.

Even the thought that Danny might be in danger while he just ate dinner sat like a lead weight in his stomach.

The expanded aura… well. It kind of helped? Being practically choked by Danny’s presence, aware in every pore of his skin that Danny was there, was fine, wasn’t hurting, did help.

It just. Made it impossible to really think about anything else.

He was barely following the conversation, just reading the intricacies of Danny’s mood changes and losing track of sentences as people said them.

Finally, finally, Danny’s aura shifted again.

<<Done-got him-no big deal-coming back>>.

Jason almost sagged in his seat, shoulders unknotting marginally (they probably wouldn’t finish until he could see Danny and prove he was fine).

Sent <<impatient-relieved-happy-hurry back>> as well as he could, and nearly dropped his fork at the warm swell of <<affection> he received in return.

Well.

<<Affection-amused-teasing>>.

Clearing his throat, Jason did his best to will away the heat along the back of his neck. Nope, he wasn’t gonna blush when Danny wasn’t even here to look at him while smothering him in those feelings.

And it was definitely just the pit curling up into a little buzzing ball of happiness in his chest. Definitely not actually Jason melting like snow under a blow torch.

Whatever.

Danny was fine, he’d be back soon and Alfred had saved them both plates. And sure, maybe something in Jason wouldn’t unclench until he could see Danny in person, but letting Alfred’s cooking go cold was a sin.

He dug into his still steaming plate, forcing his shoulders to relax a little. Tucker and Tim were still talking about tech, currently disparaging what GIW thought were elite security measures.

Harley had lured Sam, Duke, and Cass into a discussion of her new place in Coney Island at the other end of the table, and yeah, Jason could get interested in that.

Someone might have already asked, but hey. He waited for a convenient pause and leaned in.

“Didn’t Croc move down there with you? He and Riddler attacked the gala last night,” he explained when Harley made a curious noise, head cocking to one side.

Her brow furrowed, so apparently the others hadn’t gotten this far yet. Not sure if he was glad or gonna tease them mercilessly later.

“He what? Yeah, he moved in, but he came back this way ta keep me company as I came up here. Someone’s tryin’ ta give me a hard time cuzza my criminal record, an’ they’re gettin’ intel from one of your local problems,” she added with a shrug, waving her hand.

Cuz yeah, that was also on the list; she’d been up with Ivy, neither of them noticeably causing trouble before apparently Ida Manson got them out of town.

Cass made a small noise of concern and Harley patted her hand, grinning.

“Oh, don’t you worry about me doll, it’s all under control. Thought it might be Pengy havin’ another go at my spot but he burst into tears when I walked in so it’s prob’ly not him,” she said with a very self satisfied smile.

Jason chuckled softly because… yeah, he could picture that. It tracked.

“Smart man,” Duke agreed with a snicker and Harley gave him a fist bump.

“Yeah, I’ll run ‘em down. But why was Waylon at the gala? He jus’ said he was gonna look inta some shit while I was gone,” Harley asked, looking around the table for an answer.

Jason shrugged.

“All their demands were for Harvey Dent. Apparently he was planning to make a run and they beat him to the punch,” he explained, in as much as he understood.

If no one else had a hand on Dent by tonight, he miiiight stretch one of his Red Hood patrols out of Crime Alley to go for a look see.

The man missed his party. The least Jason could do was pay a personal visit.

“Croc mentioned Jason,” Cass noted with a small frown, looking up at him with concern.

And, yeah, that was the other reason he was thinking of getting involved. He couldn’t imagine what the fuck he’d done as a civvie to annoy Dent.

Harley huffed, blowing blonde bangs off her face and lacing her fingers, pointing at Jason.

“Okay, so we gotta go talk to Waylon tomorrow and find out what’s goin’ on. He’s comin’ with me back to Coney when the time comes so he ain’t got time for Arkham,” she said firmly, and something settled in Jason’s gut.

Waylon had so badly wanted the Red Hood not to turn out like he had; another criminal permanently trapped in the system. Yeah, he’d like to return the favour.

Of course, not everyone in the room was up on all the secrets. Sam leaned forward, breaking her quiet streak that as far as Jason knew was her longest ever.

“Wait, you’re going to break that guy out of jail? He wanted to strap a bomb vest to Jason,” she said harshly, finally snapping Tim and Tucker out of their little happy world.

Jason raised both hands.

“He didn’t succeed.” Much as Danny had freaked out about it, Jason wasn’t gonna complain about things that hadn’t happened.

Too much like it actually happened every day, he’d never be done.

Oh. Maybe that was kinda why Danny had freaked out. That probably wasn’t good.

His personal revelation was dampened by Harley waving a hand easily.

“Nah nah nah, we’re not gonna break ‘im out tomorra. He’s gonna tell us what the fuck he was thinkin’, I’m gonna break Dent’s kneecaps, and Batsy’s gonna give a character statement an’ get ‘im released to me for community service.”

And if any of that didn’t work, they could still just break Croc out the next day. Jason knew the unspoken corollary.

Tucker’s eyebrows raised and he said the very stupidest thing that Jason had ever heard from a genius, and he’d seen Tim on 72 hours of no sleep.

“You know Batman?” He asked incredulously.

Harley stared at him for a long moment. Then snickered.

“Yeah, we know each other from work,” she said dryly, waving her fork, “we go way back.”

The assorted bats snickered to themselves and Tucker sunk back in his chair a little, grinning sheepishly around the table.

“Yeah… sorry.”

Sam rolled her eyes, arms folded as she frowned down the table. She clearly had a bigger question, which was probably fair for anyone who didn’t know the combined Harley-and-bats history.

“And you think Batman will do you a favour? He’s not exactly known to listen to reason,” she pointed out half sarcastically. Not that anyone in the room would argue.

There was a reason Jason loved her.

Harley weighed her up for a moment, then grinned, leaning forward.

“Y’know, kid, I don’t think we were introduced. There’s somethin’ real familiar about you,” she mused, folding her arms on the table and leaning over them, plate slowly nudged aside.

Sam smirked and shrugged. They were meeting a lot of new people these past couple days, but if she’d been doing the gala circuit her whole life?

Yeah, this probably wasn’t the worst. Harley was better than Jason had ever met at a party.

“Sam Manson. Friend of Jason’s through Danny,” she added with a nod to the empty seat still between her and Jason.

Harley beamed, hiking forward onto the table a little more.

“Oh, you’d be Ida’s granddaughter then?” She asked brightly, clearly pleased to have been right. “Your granny’s a real doll, sent me and Ivy on a real sweet vacation this week.”

Sam chuckled softly and nodded, giving Harley a half apologetic half cocky smile.

“Yeah, that’d be my fault. I’m not allowed to come to Gotham if there’s a chance Poison Ivy is in town,” she explained, fingers on her left hand tapping against her right arm.

Both of Harley’s brows went up.

“Oh? Are they scared somethin’ might happen to ya?” She asked, tone already very firmly suggesting she knew the answer.

So did most of the rest of the table, though Duke hadn’t actually heard the explanation last night. Not like he needed to, having met Sam for more than five minutes.

Sam didn’t disappoint. She gave another elegant half shrug, her smile turning fully dark.

“Oh, more the opposite. They think I’ll run off and join her if I see her,” she said innocently. Across the table, Tucker snorted most of a laugh.

A moment later Harley joined him, tossing her head back and laughing.

“Yeah, that sounds like Ida’s girl,” she agreed, wiping a dainty tear from her eye, “she was a real spitfire in her younger days, the stories she told Ivy when they were protestin’ together were wild.”

Sam was practically glowing with pride, and Jason had to admit that he would kinda like to meet her grandmother. He’d met her parents, and… well, maybe awesome skipped a generation.

Harley suddenly stopped, head cocking as she noticed something, a sly smile creeping across her face.

“So if they think you’ll run away with Ivy… whadda they think’ll happen if ya run into me?” She asked with a delicately studied innocence, examining her nails.

“Only good things,” Cass offered, grinning past Jason at Sam. Sam grinned back, giving Harley a shrug and a similarly innocent smile.

“Y’know, they’ve just never mentioned it. Clearly there’s no concerns there,” she agreed, and Jason snickered, raising his glass in a toast.

“None here,” he noted and Sam laughed, clinking her glass against his. Dick raised a hand, fighting a laugh.

“One concern for the integrity of Bruce’s skull?” He offered innocently, and laughed when Jason threw a napkin at him.

“If Bruce’s skull was gonna break it’d have done it years ago,” Steph opined as the voice of experience. Jason raised his glass to her too, but she was a little far to clink.

She grabbed hers up and raised it back anyway, and Sam filled the gap, clinking hers to Jason’s and then to Steph’s to pass it on.

“It’s good for him ta get his eggs scrambled,” Harley agreed from the other end of the table, raising her glass too, “and I’m gonna guess you did some percussive maintenance too that I’ll ask about later.”

“Bruce might still have a concussion,” Duke offered, not completely certain where he sat with this kind of joking, but the kid was new.

You had to watch Bruce try and kill himself going out on patrol with more bones broken than whole a couple times before you gave into his indestructibility.

Shit, maybe he should ask Danny if Bruce was liminal. For all the guy was technically a default human, Jason knew literal aliens with a better grasp on humanity.

And ghosts, now.

Harley gave him a nod anyway and patted his hand.

“I’ll aim low then sugar, don’t you fret. But to answer yer other question, Sam, Batman’s gonna get Waylon out for me cuz he doesn’t want ‘im in Arkham any more ‘n we do. Bats wants us all ta get better, and Waylon does best left alone,” she explained with a shrug.

“Until you leave him unsupervised and he teams up with Riddler?” Tim asked with a slight smile.

Jason shook his head, leaning forward on his arms too.

“He wouldn’t do it for no reason. He asked what I’d done to upset Two Face, but I can’t think of anything.” They didn’t even cross paths often.

Dent had taken Red Hood’s claim on Crime Alley as a given, learned quickly that Jason didn’t give a shit about playing nice, and minded his business.

“You sound like you know him pretty well,” Tucker said with a slight frown, and Jason shrugged.

Yeah, Tucker wasn’t in on the Robin thing yet. Luckily there was an easy answer.

“I grew up in Gotham. You guys keep coming back and you’ll get a feel for most of ‘em too.”

Tucker hesitated for a moment, probably thinking back to Amity and their own ghostly rogues. Then he nodded, settling back to poke at his mostly finished plate.

Tim still didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t know Waylon the way Jason did. They’d never had the chance to talk beyond the usual Robin-and-Rogue.

Jason could prove his point tomorrow. Maybe bring Danny along.

And like the thought summoned him, Jason’s phone buzzed to a text from Danny.

‘DannyP: who tf is Constantine??👀👀🤣’

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[sugarsfics]

Comfort Food

Summary: Comfort food makes everything better. 

Trope: Eddie x girlfriend!reader 

A/N: Sorry for the late post :/

Warning: crying, talks of Eddie's dad, sad Eddie, hurt to comfort , kissing, one cuss word. 

Word count: 1.0k 

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Eddie wasn’t having the best week. The van broke down, his boss was on vacation leaving the assistant manager in charge who hates Eddie for some reason, the soles of his favorite pair of shoes ripped, when he was leaving Tuesday night for your date his battle vest caught on to the door knob a made a hole, he forgot his wallet on the date and felt like a dick for having you pay. And so much more. He was just over this week, waiting for Friday then he would be at your house in your arms, just you and him. All weekend. You could tell how stressed Eddie was on your date, the way he hugged you a little tightly and longer, the way he would run his hands through hair talking about his week. You could see the pain in his face when he talked about the van and work, how you wanted to take all that stress away and hold him.  

You lived in a small studio apartment in the city, it was a three-hour drive from Hawkins, so Tuesdays were your date nights. You had only one class in the morning then no class on Wednesday so the drive wouldn’t be rushed. Your spring break was this coming week, so you asked Eddie if he wanted to stay with you for the week. He had to request the days off and get approved, but luckily, with all his sick days he didn’t use, he got the week off. Over the year you guys have been together you learn all about him and his love for food. That boy can eat. You seen it with your own eyes, at buffets he would have 9 plates then still have room for dessert then would get home and have a snack. You’re jealous of him because it eats so much and doesn’t gain a pound. He loves his snacks, your cupboard is now stocked up with his favorite, his favorite beer is in the fridge along with his favorite sodas. Sheets cleaned nice and warm from the dryer; movies ready. Now onto making dinner, at first you wanted to be extra and make an extravagant dinner, but the way Eddie was feeling he needed comfort food. His comfort food. 

Eddie was finally off work; he hoped his bad luck was coming to an end. NOPE. He was stuck in traffic. And while fixing the van he decided to clean it and took out his tapes, which he forgot to put back in, so the radio station was just static. The longest drive of his life. He saw a store and wanted to buy you flowers, but it was closed, it seemed to have everything single store he went to was closed. His luck came to him when they were a family off the side of the road selling flowers, he got the biggest bouquet that they had. He sighed with relief when your apartment came to view. He parked right next to yours, getting his bag and the flowers out. 

He opened your door and the smell hit him Mac and Cheese, you rounded the corner with open arms “Hi baby” he fell into your arms and started to cry “Let it out” you said while stroking his hair “I got you” “This is the nicest thing anyone as done for me” he said in between sniffles. When all his tears came out, he wiped his nose “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have cried” “It is good to cry you need to let the emotions out” his dad would tell him that crying is a sign of weakness and men aren’t weak “Come on let’s go eat” you took his hand a brought him to the dining table. A hot bowl of Mac and cheese. He kisses your lips then dug in. He moaned at the first bite he took “This is so fucking good” he said we a cheesy smile “I’m glad I made it just for you” you cooed wiping his chin.  

After three bowls of Mac and Cheese you both showered together, nothing sexual, just showered washing each other hair and body it was another type of love that you have never felt before. You both dried off the put on your sleeping clothes, yours was a pair of shorts and a shirt, his was boxers. You pulled out your bed, then fixed it all up, Eddie immediately jumped on it bringing you down to him “Thank you” he said “It was nothing” “No it was everything for me” he said tearing up you wiped those tears that fell a brought him closer “This week was so hard” he began “I don’t know what even happened there was so much then you my angel were there for me you are here for me” he sniffed “You did this for me you care for me so much and I don’t know what I did to deserve you” “Aw baby come here” you brought him even closer, if that was possible, he couldn’t stop crying, he felt so weak, those words replay in his mind men shouldn’t cry, but it was like you where she knight in shining armor slaying those words with your own its ok to cry let it out. He felt peace, he felt whole with you.  

He woke up with puffy eyes, you quickly ran to the freezer to grab your small ice packets for your eyes. You had him lay back that you put them on “There cold” “Well duh” “What is the point of this” “Your eyes are puffy so this will bring down the swelling” five minutes later “I'm bored” you lifted his head and brought it into your lap “This what it would be like” “huh?” “When we move in together is this how it would be” “Me? taking care of you? probably” “I like it” He couldn't wait to make that a reality.

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[taivansupremacy]

in a heartbeat [part 1]

part 2 part 3

Summary: When your best friend, Eddie, is down a bassist in his band, Robin Buckley joins to fill in. You immediately find yourself drawn to her on and off stage.

Word Count: 2,613 

A/N: I am so excited about this new series!! a new part will be posted each Wednesday. This takes place in the 90s bc i want to use a song that came out in 92 lol everything else is canon compliant though. As usual, likes, reblogs, and feedback are much appreciated!

CW: swearing, alcohol, weed

“This fucking sucks,” Eddie groaned as he sat down at the head of the table in the Hellfire Club meeting room. 

You and Eddie always came before the other club members to set up, partially because it was a time where you could catch up with your best friend one on one, but it was mostly because the other members never wanted to help set up. Still, you cherished the alone time with your best friend, especially since he started hanging out with Steve Harrington’s group. 

“What’s wrong, Eddison?” You teased as you fished through Eddie’s bag for his dice set. 

“You know I hate when you call me that,” He grumbled before continuing, “Scott just told me that his family is  moving out of Hawkins like next week. Corroded Coffin is down a bassist now!” He plopped his head down on the table with a gentle thump and enclosed his head in his hands. 

You took your hand out of his bag and sat beside him. 

“You have to know someone who can replace him, even temporarily.” You thought for a moment, “What about that girl from band that’s in Harrington’s group? She’s gotta have some musical knowledge.” 

His head snapped up from the table, “I totally forgot that Buckley plays bass! y/l/n you’re a genius!” 

He pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your forehead, not an uncommon gesture for him, but it made you feel special nonetheless. 

You chuckled and shrugged, “I kinda pulled that one outta my ass because I vaguely remember you telling me that Steve hung out with someone from band, but I’ll take the genius title.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder playfully as he got up from his chair.  

“Come on, y/n/n the little freaks will be here any second. Let’s get set up.” 

****

About a week later, you headed to The Hideout for Corroded Coffin’s usual Saturday gig. You were always there for Eddie, cheering him on from the front row. The place smelled of bitter alcohol and smoke, the aroma only getting stronger as more people filed into the dingy dive bar. You looked around, noting that the turnout was one of the best you’d ever seen for one of Eddie’s shows. 

You felt someone squeeze in beside you as the lights dimmed slightly and the members of Corroded Coffin filled out. Immediately, a lanky, short haired, sandy blonde girl caught your eye as she picked up her bass, slinging it around her neck. Your mouth went dry as she tilted her head side to side to stretch out her neck. 

You were snapped out of your trance when Eddie introduced the band and announced the first song. Throughout the entire set, you stared at the bassist, who you knew as Buckley or Buck from your conversations with Eddie. You watched as her fingers expertly strummed and swooned as she propped a foot up on the amp and tilted her head back as she played. 

When their allotted time was up, Eddie closed out the night by thanking the crowd, reintroducing the band, and running off stage. You knew the drill after spending countless nights in the tiny bar. Eddie would come get you and bring you to the greenroom after chugging a bunch of water and debriefing the band. You knew the way backstage and could find the greenroom yourself, having been taken back there almost every weekend, but you liked your little ritual with Eddie, so you always waited. 

“Hey y/l/n,” Eddie smirked upon realizing that he startled you, “How’d you like the show?” 

You pretended to think about your answer as you linked your arm with his and began walking, “Fine, I guess,” You shrugged, “That Eddie dude could use some improvement, though. You should really talk to him about that.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” He flicked your nose with an affectionate roll of his eyes, “You think you’re so funny, don’t ya?” 

You rounded the familiar corner into the greenroom and whatever snarky retort you had planned died in your throat upon seeing her. The pretty bassist sat on the couch beside Gareth, engrossed in a conversation with him and a group of 3 others. 

“She’s heeere!” Eddie called out as he plopped down on the empty loveseat. 

You shyly took a seat in the spot beside him, knowing their eyes were on you; her eyes were on you. 

“Steve Harrington,” The brunette boy introduced himself with a warm smile as he shook your hand, “Eddie talks so much about you. It’s good to finally put a face to the name.” 

You nodded and watched as Eddie blushed at the mention of his name from Steve’s lips. You’d be sure to tease him about that later. 

“Robin!” The bassist piped up much too enthusiastically, a pretty pink blush rising to her cheeks, “Robin Buckley, the new bassist. I wish Eddie told us how pretty his best friend was. Maybe I’d have asked him to bring you around more. N-not that I wouldn’t be happy to meet you if you weren’t pretty… though I’m sure it would be impossible for you to not…be pretty…” Robin averted her eyes and trained them on her Doc Martens. 

Eddie mentioned that Buckley was a rambler, but what he didn’t mention was how adorable it was when she talked so fast that her cheeks turned pink, hiding the freckles that were peppered over her nose, cheeks, and forehead. She was even more beautiful up close. It intimidated you, even after it was clear that was embarrassed by her outburst. 

“Eddie didn’t tell me you were this pretty, either.” You giggled, “He’s kind of useless like that sometimes.” You joked as an attempt to coax a smile out of her. 

She beamed at you, her eyes shining, even in the dim light of the small greenroom. 

“Hey, don’t you two start gangin’ up on me now,” Eddie warned, “You’ll be kicked outta the greenroom,” He smirked, pointing a lazy finger at you.

“Oh, come on Eddison,”  You smiled innocently at him, “you know you couldn’t kick me out, no matter how much I tease you. You’d never break an after show ritual.” 

“Eddison?” Robin asked with a chuckle. 

“Huh, I always thought your full name was Edward.” Steve said, mostly to himself. 

Eddie threw you a dirty look that you returned with a dramatic bat of your eyelashes. 

“Because it is!” He snapped, obviously having to correct everyone that’s heard you call him the nickname he hated. 

You couldn’t hold back your laugh, which spurred on Robin, Steve, Gareth, Jeff, and Steve and Robin’s other two friends. 

The group of you spent about another hour in the greenroom, messing around. You were introduced to Jonathan and Nancy and invited back to Steve’s for an afterparty. 

That's how you ended up in the front seat of Eddie’s van as he drove through the rich part of town in his clunky vehicle. Neither you or Eddie came from such backgrounds, nor did you usually hang out with people who did, so you looked out the window at the large houses and bright green yards in awe. Eddie, however, wasn’t phased. You assumed that he’d hung out at Steve’s place a number of times since he started hanging with his group. 

“So,” Eddie started, obviously about to say something to get on your nerves, “we gonna talk about your crush on Buckley?” 

You scoffed unconvincingly, “I don’t have a crush on Robin, Eddie. I’ve meet her once.” 

“Maybe so, but you stared at her the entire show and you called her pretty in the greenroom,” He smirked, knowing he caught you, “So fess up, y/l/n.” 

“Ugh, fine,” You relented, “But you’re no better. What about your crush on Steve?” 

Eddie shot you a warning look, but you knew better than to back off. That was how you and Eddie worked. You loved eachother, but relentlessly pushed each other’s buttons. It was your love language. 

“I saw the way you blushed every time he said your name and when he complimented your playing and singing tonight,” You watched as he blushed again, training his eyes on the road in front of him and gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, “So fess up, Munson,” You echoed his words back to him. 

Lucky for him, you had arrived at Steve’s house and the van pulled into the driveway before he could answer. You’d bring it up again, though. He knew you wouldn’t drop it until he at least admitted to his attraction to the man. 

Eddie led you through the back gate, where the rest of the group sat by the pool, smoking joints and taking shots. Their laughter could be heard even before you reached the gate. As you walked through the gate, Robin bounded up to you a bright smile splitting her lips at the sight of you. 

“y/n! Can I get you a drink?”

You nodded, breaking away from Eddie when she took your hand and led you to the folding table that held all the alcohol. You looked behind you as your best friend threw himself down in the lawn chair beside Steve and took the joint that the other man was holding out to him. You shook your head at the pair of them before turning back to Robin, who was holding a plastic shot glass filled with clear liquid out to you. You didn’t question what was inside before throwing it back. You lingered by the alcohol table for a minute as you mixed yourself a drink. 

Robin stood beside you, her shoulder brushing yours as you reached out for various bottles on the table. You had to say something. Her close proximity and the silence that accompanied the two of you was making you nervous. 

“You played really well tonight,” You complimented as you mixed the contents of your drink together, “Never would have thought that it was your first show.” 

The blonde blushed, starting the walk back to her spot on the patio couch and plopped down on the loveseat, retrieving her drink that sat on the side table, “Thank you,” She patted the spot beside her, gesturing for you to sit, “I was so nervous. Eddie said that you usually mess up when you play your first show.” 

You took a seat beside her and took a sip of your drink, “Well, if you did mess up, I wasn’t able to tell.” 

She blushed and tried to hide it by sipping her own drink. 

“So, how’d you meet Eddie?” She asked, clearly trying to shift the attention off of her. 

“Hellfire,” You stated plainly, “and we’re neighbors.” 

The alcohol in your system gave you the courage to scoot closer to her. 

Before she could respond, Steve and Eddie interrupted. 

“What are you girls doing all the way over there?” Steve called out, “Come sit!” 

The two of you looked at each other, neither of you really wanting to move. 

“Come on!” Eddie urged, “The weed’s over here!” 

You sighed and stood up. Robin followed suit and offered her hand for you hold as you crossed the yard. You assumed that the alcohol made her bolder, as well. 

The rest of the night was spent sitting shoulder to shoulder with Robin on a lawn chair beside Steve as the group of you talked. You shared a joint with her and found out that she was the giggly type when she was high, but you didn’t mind. Her raspy laugh filled your chest with warmth, especially when you were the one to draw it out of her. 

You noticed Eddie and Steve subtly flirting as well. Your best friend abandoned his lawn chair to share one with Steve and once they were seated together, they were extremely touchy. Hands on knees, shoulders brushing, knees touching, and playful shoves confirmed your suspicions, even if Eddie hadn’t. 

Towards the end of the night, when everyone was drunk, high, and sleepy, Robin’s head dropped to your shoulder. You froze mid sip, but she didn’t seem to notice. 

“Looks like Rob’s gonna be out cold in a few minutes,” Steve chuckled, “Maybe we should all head to bed.” 

You nodded as Robin lifted her head for a brief moment with a single, “Yes, please,” before her head fell back down again. 

“I could share with Eddie, you know if there aren’t enough rooms for everyone.” You offered, mostly to avoid having to share a bed with the beautiful bassist beside you. 

“Oh,” Steve said, clearly disappointed, “Yeah, okay. I’ll share with Robin, then.” 

It was unspoken that Nancy and Jonathan would share, as well. 

“Hey, y/n,” Eddie said standing up, “can I talk to you a second?” 

You allowed him to pull you across the yard, far enough to be out of earshot.

“Why are you being a cockblock right now?” 

“What do you mean?” You chuckled. 

“I was gonna share with Steve,” He pouted, “Share with Buckley. Please?” 

“So you admit you have a crush on Steve Harrington, then?” You smirked, not about to give in until he admitted what you already knew. 

“If it’ll get you to share a damn bed with Robin, then yeah. I admit it.” He rolled his eyes at you. 

You thought about it for a minute. If you freaked out that much about robin putting her head on your shoulder, you definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same bed as her. You loved Eddie and wanted things to work out with him and Steve, but you knew you’d make a fool of yourself if you had to share a bed with the very girl you were trying to impress all night. 

“I don’t know…” 

“I know you don’t want to because you’re scared of Robin. Just… share with her, get laid. It’ll do ya some good.”  He patted your shoulder twice before turning back to the group and announcing the change in sleeping arrangements. 

A few minutes later, you’d changed into one of Steve’s Hawkins High t-shirts and brushed your teeth. You’d done everything except actually get in bed. 

“I could sleep on the floor if you’d be more comfortable,” Robin offered from her spot in the bed. 

“N-no I’ll be okay,” You reassured and slipped under the covers, making sure to leave a fair amount of space between you and the girl beside you. 

You flicked the lamp on your bedside table off, covering the room in darkness, before laying down completely. Minutes of silence passed and you were sure that Robin was asleep, until she quietly spoke up. 

“I had fun with you tonight,” She admitted quietly, “You should come around and hang with the group more often, o-or you and I could just hang out together…” 

You nodded, although she couldn’t see it in the darkness of the small guest room, “I’d love to hang out with you, Robin.” 

“Cool.”

An awkward silence passed over the room for a minute. 

“Well uh, dingus and I have work tomorrow morning so I should probably…” Robin trailed off. 

“Right, right, yeah. Goodnight, Robin.” 

“Goodnight, y/n.” 

You turned away from her, laying on your side. She was asleep before you, her soft snores filling the room as you anxiously stayed awake, hyperaware of her presence in the bed beside you. She had scooted closer to you in your sleep, her legs not quite touching yours, but her warmth could still be felt. 

You finally fell into a peaceful sleep about an hour later, when your tiredness won over the swirling thoughts in your head. You were already hopeless. 

Robin taglist: @momomc, @prettyplant0 @ariianelle , @rrobinbuckleysgf @thruheavenandhighwater, @hawkeluver, @abeltvs, @thechoiceslookgrimm, @justlydiasworld, @desperate-gay

[mightymizora]

WIP Wednesday

Wasn't going to, but with a minute spare...

Turns out the modern AU still has its grip in me.

“Oh Manva, you didn’t! Number one rule. So important it goes without saying. You don’t fuck them, my sweet.”

Manva looks down at her rapidly cooling pancakes, the syrup and butter running together in a way that makes her stomach flip. Orin has her bleached hair in a neat fishtail braid, and looks enviably well put together given she too is wearing last night’s dress.

“I don’t know what came over me.”

“Well, him, apparently.”

“Orin.”

“Sorry. Well. Is he fit at least? Do you have a picture?”

“I don’t-”

“Oh yes, I forgot. You’re in the bloody stone ages. Give me a name, I’ll look.” She pulls out a slab of a phone with eight separate cameras on the back from a Chanel handbag that looks like it barely holds anything else. “Or do you not know it?”

“Enver Gortash,” Manva says quietly, feeling like she’s some kind of traitor for even saying it. “Though I don’t think he does any social media or-”

“Found him! Enver Gortash at Tatler Little Black Book. God he’s far too old to be there, must have been window shopping.”

She flips her phone over and the garish bright screen shows Enver in a well-tailored black shirt and suit, his hand on the small of the back of an impossibly waifish blonde. “The girl looks a bit like you,” Manva tells Orin, taking a sip of her tea to try and settle her stomach.

“Oh wow, do you think so? That’s Amarita StJohn, she’s ever so thin, don’t you think? God look at her knees, they're wider than her thighs. He's punching a bit above his weight, isn't he?”

“I suppose so.”

Orin reaches a hand across the table and sighs. “Oh darling. I’m sorry. Shall we kill him?”

That makes her laugh at least. “No, no I don’t think we need to kill him. I’m fine.”

“Well if you change your mind. You’re my blood. My kin. And if we have to, well, we have to. Fuck him.”

“He’s not that bad, honestly.”

“Oh no. None of that, thank you. You had an agreement, and he violated that agreement. That’s not okay.”

“No. You’re right.”

“And you’re sad, and that’s worse. So I tell you what.” She reaches into her purse and rifles through a set of cards, pulling one out triumphantly. “Today we are going to have a lovely day courtesy of one Peter Marks. We’re going to get you fresh clothes, a topped up oyster card, a massage…”

“Won’t he mind?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be delighted. Just remind me to send him a voicenote telling him exactly how wet it makes me to spend all his money.”

[hoseokhasmyheartxx]

Listen | JJK

Pairing: brat tamer-ish!Jungkook x f reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT- MINORS DNI. Brat tamer JK (he’s a whole warning alright?), mild choking, begging (I warned you), oral sex (f receiving), mentions of not eating enough but reader is okay, mild biting, nipple play, hair pulling (jk looooves it), kind of a cliffhanger ending but not really? let me know if there’s anymore warnings I should add! Summary: Your relatively new boyfriend shows you a different side of himself that you can’t get enough of. A/N: Alright guys, JK’s live from Wednesday had me all fucked up and welp… it inspired this. Excuse the formatting, written on mobile 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“That’ll do it for tonight. Thanks everyone, see you tomorrow,” your manager said as he locked the door behind you and your coworkers as you left work for the night. You said your goodbyes to everyone as you headed to your car to go home, feet sore and back aching from your long Friday night shift at the bar you called home. You had worked there for five years and enjoyed bartending. It was never meant to be a permanent gig, but you fell in love with how fun and easygoing the job was, so you stayed.

You got in your car and checked your phone for the first time that night. The clock read 2:30 AM, and you had a few texts from your boyfriend, Jungkook. You had been seeing him for three months now, and things were going great. He was a regular at the bar, and had always been friendly and tipped well every time you served him. He was also a huge flirt. He was cute, so you didn’t mind. One night he had (somewhat) drunkenly asked for your phone number, and you figured, why not? The rest, as they say, was history.

8:08 PM Jungkook: can I see you this weekend?

1:32 AM Jungkook: facetime me when you’re off work? xx

You smiled to yourself and hit the ‘call’ button to FaceTime him like he’d asked. He picked up right away, unsurprisingly. He was a night owl, so he was always awake into the wee hours of the morning on his days off.

“Hi baby. How was work?” he asked you with a big grin on his face. You watched as he shook his shaggy hair out of his face, slowly tucking one side of his hair behind his ear.

“It was good. Long, but good. I’m ready to get home and crash though,” you said, stifling a yawn.

“You work all weekend again?”

“Yeah, Nina needed the night off Sunday so I’m covering. I miss you,” you replied, looking at him with your signature puppy eyes. It was a face you knew he loved, proven by the way his eyes lit up when you said it. It had been almost a week since you’d seen each other, and you could feel the distance between you.

“You’re so cute. Did you eat tonight?” he asked you, concerned look on his face.

You shook your head shyly, knowing what he was going to say. He hated when you didn’t take the time to eat when you needed to, but sometimes you were just too busy and forgot.

“Okay, I’m coming over. I’ll bring food,” he said, a mischievous smile on his face. With that, he hung up your FaceTime call, leaving you confused, but excited to see him.

Your drive home was short, since you lived only a few miles from the bar. You pulled into your apartment’s parking lot, seeing that Jungkook had already arrived. He was standing next to his car, leaning against his door, bag of food resting on the top of the car. You smiled as you pulled into the spot next to him, getting out quickly.

“Hi,” you said as he immediately squeezed you into a tight hug. He kissed your temple, then grabbed the bag of food with one hand and your hand with the other, leading the way upstairs to your apartment. You pulled your keys from your purse, unlocked the door, and turned the light on inside. Taking your shoes off at the door, you collapsed on your couch, exhaustion spreading through your whole body.

Jungkook set the bag of food down on your kitchen table, then came to join you on the couch, pulling you to his side, arm resting around your shoulder.

“Haven’t I told you that you need to eat, even when you’re working?” he asked you, lips in a thin straight line.

“Well, yeah. But on weekends the bar is always a shitshow and I can never get away to eat anything. That’s just how it is,” you said with a shrug.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good, you know that?” Jungkook asked you with a sly laugh.

“Eh, it’ll be alright. I usually come home and eat a snack and then go right to bed.”

“You’re such a brat,” he said. Just then, you noticed the light in his eyes change. The irises became darker, clouded. You watched as he played with his lip ring, gently pulling it into his mouth with his tongue and letting it go soon after. You couldn’t help but stare as he did it. He was just so damn attractive.

“Why does it matter?” you asked, playing into whatever he was going for with the question.

“You need to learn to listen better,” he warned.

Suddenly, the arm that was around your shoulders moved, you were pushed down to a horizontal position on the couch, and Jungkook was towering over you with a smirk on his face. Whatever this was, was incredibly hot.

His right hand trailed up your stomach and chest to your neck, hand closing around your throat gently. You gulped, looking down at all his tattoos on full display, mouth watering. If he could turn you on this much with just that small gesture…

Then he was leaning into you, enclosing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You melted into his mouth, allowing him to take the lead like he so desperately wanted. Within seconds, his tongue was darting out, dragging along your lower lip, and you gave him access to your mouth. Your tongues dragged together slowly as you kissed, your body heating up under his touch. His entire weight was resting on you now, his other hand having moved to tangle his fingers in your hair. You felt your legs fall open as he used his knee to push them apart, taking his place between your legs.

You felt the fingers around your neck grip a little tighter, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. He pulled away from kissing you, laughing quietly, almost mocking you. His lips moved to your ear, kissing below it and whispering, “is this okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the wetness pool between your legs as his hot breath tickled your neck. With that, he began kissing down your neck, moving his hand slightly to create a pathway for his mouth.

When he got to your collarbone, he stopped, reaching down to pull the hem of your shirt up and over your head. You leaned up to help him, the shirt coming off easily, and he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it on the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, eyes not leaving yours. He went back to your collarbone, seemingly to pick up where he left off, but instead of warm kisses, you felt a sharp but tolerable pain. He had bitten you. You looked down at him, a small moan coming out, and he chuckled again. He kissed the spot he’d bitten, then made his way further down to your chest, taking one breast in his tattooed hand, squeezing gently. His lips reached your other breast, and suddenly his mouth was around your nipple, tongue flicking at it gently. You whined, back arching up to bring yourself closer to him. He smirked, nipple still in his mouth as he began sucking the way he knew you enjoyed, his wet tongue tracing around it slowly.

“Ah, Jungkook…” you whined, your hand moving to his hair, entangling your fingers in it, beginning to tug on it. His hair was the perfect length for you to pull, which he loved. Both of his hands ran down your sides, resting on your waist as he continued licking and sucking on your nipple. He switched sides, leaving your skin covered in goosebumps from the sudden change in temperature. You heard a snapping noise as he undid the button of your jeans, slowly dragging his fingertips along the waistband of your panties underneath. You shivered; his touch, there, gave you chills you couldn’t explain.

Jungkook stopped his assault on your senses, pulling away from your breasts with a devilish grin on his face, kissing the middle of your chest lightly as he began working his way lower. His hair fell to your stomach, tickling your skin as he kissed his way down, wet lips leaving you breathless every time they touched you. Before you knew it, his mouth was at the waistband of your panties, hands moving to pull your jeans off your hips and onto the floor.

He moved his face lower, mouth hovering over your core, smirking up at you. His warm breaths heated your entire body, leaving you moaning in anticipation. He used one finger to slowly trace along the seam of your panties, then brought his hand to your waistband, tugging the panties off as well.

You were bare in front of him, and he was still fully clothed. How is this fair? Before you could think anymore, his face was buried in your mound, tongue running along your folds. You cried out, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Jungkook!” you moaned, hand grabbing the couch cushion, trying to ground yourself. He didn’t stop, slowly lapping up your juices as he licked all around your pussy, skipping over your clit each time.

“Jungkook… please,” you breathed out, unable to take anymore of his teasing. He was purposely avoiding your most pleasurable spot, basking in the control he had over you.

“Not such a brat anymore, hm?” he asked, looking up at you with a smirk. He continued, taking slow, gentle licks at your core, still not giving you what you wanted.

“Please,” you gasped. He eyed you, tauntingly moving his hand to your entrance, inserting one finger.

“That’s it. Beg,” he said, chuckling at you as he slowly began pumping his finger in and out of you.

“Please, Jungkook! I need more… I need to cum,” you finally got out, struggling to form a coherent sentence with the hold he had on you.

“There we go. Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he mocked you, inserting two fingers this time. Your body immediately reacted, arching your back with a loud moan.

With that, he buried his face deeper into your mound, licking your clit repetitively while fucking you with his fingers, twisting his wrist so he could get them into the right position to find the spot inside you that always made you fall apart. He found the soft spongy bump, hitting it just the way he knew you liked.

Your moans got louder, and he knew you were close. His rhythm stayed strong, tongue working at your clit while he gripped your thigh with his other hand.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, falling over the edge. You’d had orgasms with him before, but this time was different. Your orgasm came in strong, small waves, coursing through your whole body like nothing you’d ever felt before. Your body shook as he helped you ride your orgasm out, still licking slowly, determined to take you through it.

“Fuck. You’re so hot, you know that?” Jungkook asked as he pulled away from you, coming up to pull you into a sloppy kiss. Your breathing was still heavy, thoughts jumbled, mind a mess.

“So, about the food…” Jungkook asked with a low giggle.

You pulled him back for another kiss.

“It can wait.”

[australianb1tch]

so inviting, you almost jump in || kent fisher x gn reader

a/n - this is part 2 to weird but fucking beautiful. this part is based on gold rush :)) once again, this isn't proofread

summary - you don't like a gold rush but kent has you stuck in your thoughts and feelings about him

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

You were lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling reminiscing over the night you had. You had lost track of thought when your phone chimed and the screen lit up.

Enid: are you alright, you seemed in a haze back at the rave'n

you: i'm good, something just happened there that I wasn't expecting, that's all

Enid: you sure? if you ever need to talk about anything we can have a sleepover and talk it over some movies and snacks. we can do it tonight?

you: of course, come over when you're ready. Wednesday can come to if she'd like

3 minutes had passed when you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and saw Enid standing there with a blanket, bag of snacks and her phone. "Hey, where's Wednesday?" you smiled at her. 

"She didn't want to come, she wanted to write a page for her novel. Also where can I put these?"

"You can put them on the bed for the time being."

"Now what's been bothering you, you have never acted like this in my time on knowing you. Did someone say something rude or is it something else?" Enid asked concerned.

"I, uh... I think I like someone..."

"Oh.. my.. god, WHO!" she screamed.

"Keep your voice down!" You whisper-shouted, "Also I'm not going to tell you it yet. Tell me who likes who and I'll tell you afterwards."

"Okay so I'm like 90% sure Xavier likes Wednesday, Bianca still likes Xavier, a few guys like Bianca, a few girls like Xavier and Kent..."

Your face dropped at the statement. a few girls like Kent. it felt almost as if your world was going to come crashing down. There was no way he would like you now that there's a few others in probably the same situation as you. Was the Rave'n seriously just some stupid thing you came up with in your head? You knew it felt to good to be true.

Enid continued to rant on about the gossip as you grabbed your laptop and some of the snacks. As she was talking she put on 10 things I hate about you and you two got yourselves comfortable. "So far, that is all I know," she finished off with. You pressed play in hopes that Enid forgot about asking you about who you like. 

Halfway through the movie, you felt some pressure on your shoulder. You turned your head and you saw that Enid had fell asleep. You checked your phone and the time read 1:30. You set an alarm for 7 so you wouldn't miss breakfast. You closed your laptop and gently moved Enid so you could switch off the lights. You got back into bed and looked back up the ceiling, hoping you wouldn't fall harder for Kent.

You heard groaning on the other side of the room as your alarm had sounded. You dug your face into the pillow as you took a deep breath. You sat up groggily and stopped the alarm. You looked over to Enid and you both chuckled at each other seeing how bad the other's hair was. You walked into the bathroom and brushed your hair, then you washed your face while Enid cleaned up the remains from the night before. You walked out and went to the walk-in wardrobe and picked out your shoes and outfit, laying it on the bed then helping Enid with the rest of the room. "Thanks y/n, I'll see you down at breakfast," Enid said as she was walking toward the door. You waved to her as she closed the door.

You got changed and headed down to breakfast. You grabbed a mug and poured yourself some tea and grabbed a plate, taking some food before sitting down at an empty table. You stirred the tea slowly, while getting sucked into your thoughts. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful, his blue eyes gleaming and twinkling, like sinking ships on water. It was so inviting, you wanted to jump in but everyone wanted him. You re-focused as those thoughts faded into the grey of the tea cause it could never be. You couldn't dare to dream about him anymore. You drank your tea and you saw Enid and a few other students flooding into the dining hall. She smiled at you and grabbed some food before coming and sitting down opposite you. Wednesday quickly followed. The three of you talked for a bit before you started eating in silence. Your thoughts about Kent quickly chased after you but you kept them out. Your plate was empty after a few minutes and you decided it was time to head back to your dorm. 

You left the dining hall as another flood of students was coming in. You walked down the corridor and your hand brushed past someone. You turn your head around and you locked eyes with the guy that took up your head. He seemed to move in slow motion, his hair bouncing ever so slightly with every step he took, falling into place like dominos. Your heart seemed to stop at the sight of him, fireworks and butterflies seemed to replace the food in your stomach. You felt yourself falling for him even harder than the night before but you turned around and kept walking as you knew that falling felt like flying till your bones crushed. You kept repeating in your head 'everybody wants him, you don't like a gold rush'

[goosewriting]

i can't believe my brain finally, finally let me have a cal kestis appearance in my dream last night and it was the saddest most heart-wrenching thing ever 😩 my dreams are crazy, detailed and elaborate so this will get long lol if you feel like reading, go ahead, it's real "reader falls into an alternate universe and needs to find their way back" fic material 😂

btw if any of you ever have dreams with your blorbos i'd love to read it so feel free to honk in my inbox c:

so it kinda went back and forth between two different dreams i'm pretty sure. one playing at the university library and the other playing somewhere else. in the library one i was at a table with some classmates, working on our assignments, but there were also some people i know from elsewhere and we started arguing over something. then there was this girl who had lost something and i tried to talk her through how to get to the lost & found, giving the wildest (and very wrong) directions.

the other dream started in the middle of a yellow field of tall grass, where train tracks ran through from one side of the horizon to the other, nothing else to see. when the train came, it was massive, and i was participating in a heist of sorts. we (still don't know who the other people were) were successful i think, because the train derailed and we looted it. I think there was some big boss mastermind somewhere who told us what to do and we were all scared of her lol

so i don't exactly remember what happened after the heist, but the thing is there were these jumps between the dreams where in one i was this badass agent of whatever and doing cool stuff, and in the other i was "real me" in this world doing mundane things. although at some point i'm pretty sure i suddenly was an estate agent trying to set everything up for a visit except that the house was made of cardboard, but that's beside the point 😂 the scenarios from the library timeline i'm pretty sure happened not only somewhere else but in a different time altogether.

at one point, the events of the heist dream kinda come to its peak, and i now find myself in a big room (in hindsight i think it was the archives on jedha from the survivor game?) and somewhere in the air there's a bucket-shaped thing that's swallowing everything around it in a whirlwind, essentially ripping apart time and space. and as it turns out, cal has been there the whole time, and we were actually fighting together and stuff. but now that the bucket is about to shred the fabric of reality, we have to do something. and for some reason the plan of action is that i have to travel to a different universe. we (cal, me, and some other people idk) were all standing at a holotable looking at a map displaying different planets and universes and stuff (again, in hindsight, very web of life and destiny like. i just mashed everything together here it seems xD). and the reasoning in my head went like this: the planet we find ourselves on at this moment is not necessarily star wars canon and is outside of the known parts of the galaxy. so even if i do find my way back to this universe (which i was sure i could do, somehow) i still have no means to contact cal and or even find the planet again. so the search would take quite a while.

and there isn't enough time for us to set up a meeting point and time or anything because of the imminent danger. someone is already dragging me back to the bucket to be sucked into next wednesday or whatever, but i go up to cal one last time and he gives me the strongest hug and omg i didn't wanna let go. at this point i 'm in tears and as someone once again pulls me away and drags me off, i call to him "i will find you" and then everything goes black.

it's so lame i know but i legit woke up with a hole in my heart ;-;

my conclusion is that after leaving that place, the time and space travel kinda wiped my mind so i started a new life (the one at the library and the cardboard house) and completely forgot about cal :'( eventually i'd get snippets of memories, which is why the dream kept jumping back and forth, but i probably just thought they were daydreams or whatever, not my own memories. now that's some meta angst man.

oh and also at some point there were gorillas that shapeshifted into smaller versions of themselves with wings to fly around, and everyone was absolutely okay with that except that they were aggressive so they didn't like them. how that ties into any part of the dream i couldn't tell you but it was just a striking image to see these giant apes suddenly become small and flutter around shdjddkd

[pbandjesse]

Today was mostly me sleeping so I don't how interesting this book is going to be but it was not a bad day. I can't think about things too hard or I become very sad. So I'm sleeping instead so I don't have to think. That's the theory anyway.

I honestly didn't sleep too bad last night but I did get woken up at like 4:00 a.m. because we forgot to take the air conditioner off of Eco mode and it turned itself off and so it was too quiet in here and the air was too still and that woke me up and I feel very dizzy and then I got up to go to the bathroom and then James made me upset because they moved and I was going to fall and it was the whole thing. But eventually I fell back asleep. And when my alarm went off at 7:00 I was miserable. My neck hurts so bad and I was so tired and dizzy and I didn't want to go anywhere but I am trying my best to skip as few markets as possible. So I got up and got dressed and tried to feel okay but it was very hard.

I was so tired I didn't even want to stop for breakfast because the idea of getting a fried food and a soda made me feel nauseous. Ann said that that was very concerning.

James help me set up the table and I tried setting up in a different way because I had the two extra baskets but I ended up putting it back and just using the trunk as some extra space which I think worked out fine. A couple people were interested in the larger stuffies and pick them up and hug them but nobody bought any of them. Honestly I was not having a very good sale day today.

Some of it was just because I don't make very good sales when I sit down and I was so tired that I just wanted to sit but I kept forcing myself to stand up. For the first hour I was just working on my knitting and one of the little girls from last week, Talia, would come and sit with me and she did five rows of knitting which she did a good job after the first one. The first one was a little too loose in parts and once I showed her how to fix that she got the rest of them no problem. It was funny she just kept repeating I'm so good at this. And that was just great I loved the confidence.

I would get a lot of sewing done too. I finished a couple more pigs and a couple of the frogs. Still have a few to do in the bag but I'm not in any rush because my table is very full right now. And I lose mostly just happy to be there. Not that I was happy to not be in bed because that's where it really wanted to be but the weather was really nice and I was enjoying the breeze.

I was a little frustrated that I wasn't selling anything and then James had made a comment about wanting me to buy some of the produce for our camping trip next weekend but then they weren't answering me and I was getting really frustrated. They had come out earlier and we had bought baked goods and it was the first time we had gotten fall flavors and they were so good but I was still just really frustrated and I was tired and I just wanted the day to be over.

I was texting Jess and telling her that I was just very grouchy and it was making me very annoyed with James and that was not nice. I didn't want to be annoyed but I really really was.

Eventually though I did make a sale. I sold some stickers and that made me feel a little bit better. But I was still annoyed and I decided I should go inside and see why James is not answering me.

But it turned out that the museum just got really busy all of a sudden. And they apologized but I was still a little perturbed. But I got over it. And they came out and bought the vegetables themselves. And I bought myself guacamole because they were back to the regular avocados. And the nice man gave me a dollar discount. I have no idea why but he did and it was really nice of him. I wish I could speak Spanish better so that I could have a conversation with him but he was very kind.

I would make a couple more sales and I ended the day with $50. Not my best day but not my worst. I enjoyed talking to Stanley and Ann. It was Stanley's birthday on Wednesday and he had gone to Atlantic City with his family and so I was asking how it was and he said oh we left in Atlantic City like right away on Wednesday and I was like oh my God why? And it turns out his granddaughter gave birth on his birthday so that is his 7th great grandchild! He is 18 grandchildren! I had no idea. I'm glad there should be more Stanley's in the world. He's the best. And I'm so happy for him. I hope that Miles is doing well. That's the baby's name.

I was a little sad to find out that Jimmy Buffett died. Not that I particularly cared about his music but I loved his vibe and I liked the culture around Jimmy Buffett. And he gives me good feelings because of how connected to the McElroy's he was. But I was a little sad about that. Just another thing.

People keep telling me that they're sorry about Sabrina. And it's hard for me to accept that. I don't know what to say. I just say what could you do or it's okay or yeah it's bad or whatever but I don't have a good response and I don't want to think about it. Don't want to think about the fact that she's gone and it's a waste and it sucks and it's stupid. I don't want to spend time thinking about it in my brain because my brain is so sad about it if I think about it too much. But then I feel bad for not thinking about it. So the whole thing is very dumb. And then I feel selfish. I can't win.

I was still exhausted though and so happy when we reached 1:00. A little bit before then I had had this lovely conversation with a family who were just so excited about my plushies and they took a card and they bought a couple things and they were just so supportive and they really made the end of my day really nice. So I sold a frog, a pig, a keychain, and a sticker sheet. It was not a bad day at all.

I went and said goodbye to James and then I got in the car and I headed home. There was a pretty bad accident in the other direction on MLK. There was a car that had flipped over which was wild looking. But I still got home before 1:30. I hope everyone is okay in the accident. It looked like people were mostly just standing around so I think no one was seriously injured.

When I got back here I put away the groceries. I wasn't sure which vegetables James wanted in the fridge specifically the corn. But I left everything out so that they could decide those things and then I took a quick shower and I laid down.

And this was a very long nap. Fell asleep around 2:00 and I woke up at 4:30. James was here and they were very excited to see me. But I was so woozy and tired still and I came out and I said hello and I went to the bathroom and then I came back and laid back down. And I fell asleep until 6:30.

Did I mean to take a 4 and 1/2 hour nap no. But I apparently really needed it. When I woke up James was gone. They were doing a shift at the theater tonight. And I was happy to see that they had made me a quesadilla. I love my husband so much.

I ate my quesadilla with some of the guacamole that I bought. And I hung out with sweet pea. Then I painted my toenails and I trimmed my bangs. And I looked over the camping list and made sure that everything seemed solid toiletry-wise. I also refilled some of my toiletry containers. I don't plan on sleeping over Jesse's tomorrow when I go to visit her but I'm bringing stuff just in case I decide that I don't feel comfortable driving home because I'm too tired. We'll see what happens.

But it's been a pretty nice evening. I mostly just been hanging out. I put on the air conditioner again I'm wearing a sweatshirt which is just really nice. Especially '90s all week but I am still trying to make it to be fall already. You know how things are.

And now I'm just waiting for James to come back. I am going to see Jeff tomorrow but probably just for the day. And I hope that it is just a beautiful afternoon. I hope that you all sleep good and have a good day. Until next time.

[th3-r4t-k1ng]

His parents had been talking about renewing theirs; thats where the idea came from.

Thats why Mike Wheeler was currently writing his will at 3:14 am on a wednesday. Most kids his age probably didnt even know what a will was, that was a exaggeration- but still.

He was 15, most people didn’t write their wills until like, 40, or unless they knew they were gonna die. And Mike wasnt very optimistic on that front.

Eddie was dead, Max had died only for El to revive her and now she was in hospital, and now the upsidesown was spreading into Hawkins. He’d be lucky to survive to new years.

So yeah, he was writing his will, not that he had much to give away.

He had his D&D stuff; He had decided all his dice we’re going to be split between Dustin, Will and Lucas, (will getting his favourite set), Will would get all his Dungeon Master stuff, and his character model.

Will would also be getting the binder full of his drawings back, it felt poetic in a way.

He wanted Steve to have his copies of ‘The Hobbit’ and ‘It’, maybe that would finally get him to read them.

The little bit of money he had saved up from odd jobs and stealing from his sister and parents was to go to Nancy, he stole most of it from her anyway- maybe she’d find that fact a bit funny.

He wanted El to have his walkie-talkie, he knew their relationship wasn’t the best right now and he was struggling to identify his feelings (that was a lie; he was just too scared of the truth) but he wanted her to have something of his, something that was important to him, because El was also important to him.

Holly was to get his favourite stuffed animal, the one that was hidden in his closet so his father wouldn't get rid of it.

And he’d written letters, to everyone that mattered, Will, El, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Nancy, Steve, Robin, Holly, Johnathan, Even Hopper and Miss Byers. (he ignored the fact that will had a stack of letters, letters he was too afraid to send, letters he’d written in moments of weakness all signed ‘Love Mike’ when he couldnt even write that to his girlfriend)

and that was it. all he had, all that mattered to him. His parents could do what they wanted with his bed and furniture and clothes, but he’d sorted out the stuff that really mattered.

Mike crept down the stairs making his way to the basement and grabbed his nicest envelope, he tried his hardest to write his name in cursive, so it looked good, and official. Then he stared at it. He had yet to seal the envelope, on the off chance that he got something important in the coming days, or that he just forgot something important that he wanted to write.

He left the envelope on the basement table and laid down on the couch, sleep didnt come to him that night.

[justtluffythings]

HOME: Book 5 - CHAPTER SIX

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Laying on her back in bed with an arm slung over her eyes, Veronica yawned quietly. She was so glad it was Friday. Over the last week, she had felt more tired than usual, so she desperately needed to catch up on her sleep. As she lay there, she debated just staying in bed and skipping her classes, but she ultimately decided against it. O.W.L’s were just around the corner, and she didn’t want to miss anything. So with that, she forced herself to get up and start her day.

After a quick shower, Veronica put on her robes and made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was looking forward to having pancakes with fruit, hazelnut spread, and syrup, and she really hoped that Bill and Charlie would just let her skip straight to sweets rather than forcing her to have “real food” first. Veronica rolled her eyes as she entered the Great Hall. As if sweets aren’t real food. However, the moment she sat down between the Weasley brothers at the Gryffindor table, the smell of the food overcame her senses, and she was hit with a wave of nausea. Veronica jumped up and almost tripped over the bench behind her as she scrambled to get away from the table.

“Ron? What’s wrong? You okay?” Charlie’s concern was evident on his face as he stood and placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

Not wanting to worry him, Veronica nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just… not feeling very hungry this morning, that’s all.”

The three Weasley’s eyebrows raised as they stared at her in shock. “What? But breakfast is your favorite meal of the day. What do you mean you aren’t hungry?” Bill now stood beside the two friends with a look that mirrored Charlie’s.

“I’m just not that hungry today. I don’t know what to tell you guys.”

“Veronica…” Charlie held her elbow and attempted to pull her back down onto the bench. “Come. You can have some pancakes. We won’t make you eat anything else. Just have some pancakes and fruit. They’re your favorite… and maybe that’ll give you your appetite back!”

Veronica smiled softly before patting Charlie’s cheek. “Honestly, I’m okay. I think I’ll pass on breakfast today and just go straight to class. I came down late anyway, so it’s almost time to go. But you can stay and finish up, Charlie.”

“No, no, no.” Charlie shook his head. “I’ll walk with you.”

With that, the pair said their goodbyes to Bill and Percy and made their way out of the Great Hall. Veronica made a right and began walking towards the dungeons but stopped abruptly when she heard Charlie calling her name. When she turned to look at him, she realized he hadn’t been following her. Instead, he had made a left and was going the opposite way of where they needed to go. With an eyebrow raised, she chuckled. “Where are you going? Potions is this way.”

Charlie rolled his eyes playfully. “I know that! We’re fifth years… if I didn’t know my way around this castle by now, it would be super embarrassing. I just don’t understand why you’re going to Potions when we have Transfiguration this morning. Did you need to talk to Snape about something?”

“What are you talking about? It’s Friday… I have double Potions on Friday mornings. You know that.”

Charlie’s smile fell as his eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. “Veronica… it’s Wednesday.”

“What?” Veronica shook her head as she chuckled. “No, it isn’t. It’s Friday.”

“Ron, it’s Wednesday! Don’t you remember? We spent almost all of last night at the library working on our Transfiguration papers because they’re due today.”

Veronica’s eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Shit, yeah! You’re right… I totally forgot! I don’t know why I thought it was Friday today.”

“It’s probably because we didn’t get much sleep last night. And you’ve been stressed about O.W.L’s and Quidditch.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Thanks Charlie, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Charlie chuckled as he pulled her towards Transfiguration. “Oh, come off it, we both know you’d be six feet under.”

[manythoughtmanyprayers]

it was like 11 something pm, i was doing something on my laptop (i forgot what it was, i just know for sure i wasn't watching the 8th season of Winx - one episode of that shit was enough for me), and i started feeling sleepy. so i thought "hmmmm i should just go to sleep now WHILE I'M SLEEPY so i can get up early tomorrow for my exam in the morning". and it was a good plan, i swear it was.

so i went to wash the rest of the dishes from dinner, brushed my teeth (without bleeding too much this time, slay), dressed my pjs, tried to decide if i should sleep with the pillow that mister Choco Milk (that's his nickname) used last night when he came over or not (decided against, it no longer smelled like him, i will now cry about it), got in my bed and tried my best to NOT touch my phone.

yeah well, i did not fall asleep.

instead i created this whole BL story in my head about a korean boy who moved to America at a young age, who started to listen to kpop and pratice kpop dances because it was a way to still feel like he was back home (since his parents tried to americanize their lives), and he had to stay a few weeks with his neighbors because his parents that to go back to South Korea for family business, and he had to socialize with the neighbors' son who is a hotty in a very natural, Helia from Winx way, who plays volleyball, and the whole purpose of their relationship is for mister Helia to help Korean guy to open up more and bring back his asian life he so missed, by telling his mom to cook korean food more often while he was staying over, or watching korean shows, and then they would fall in love and yadda yadda yadda (i didn't get much farther from there). because why? MY BRAIN DIDN'T GET SLEEPY AT ALL.

so now I'm here, at 3:10am thinking about The New Six latest comeback (it's a banger), and the pretty tiktoker from New Zealand that always looks like a lilac fairy dressed by Vivienne Westwood (i had to google her name), and the collection of tiktoks i have saved to show my mister Choco Milk because i am slightly whipped for him but ANYWAYS.

so yeah, i have an english 6 exam in about 6 hours, to which i studied quite a bit (doing that fucking project helped with it, ngl), and I'm thinking about the best outfit i can wear so that i will look stylish and slay in case i mess anything up (dumb, always, badly dressed, never) and because after that i will go to downtown with my friend to buy pads for my soon to arrive bloodshed, AND be able to hide my phone in case Mr.Packett decides for us to "leave the cellphone on the table", because i am afraid i will need it.

i am also thinking about the exam that i have on wednesday (that i thought would only be next week but ah, i was mistaken) to which i really need to pass (otherwise i will need to stay another semester to finish my degree (which most likely will happen)), yet i have very low chances to get a good grade. because the only thing i know about women from the 13th century is that they were hairy, had lots of babies, and were witches.

another thing that popped in my mind during this "should be sleeping but am very much awake" session (that actually never left my head pffff) is mister Choco Milk because he lives in my head rent free. him sleeping in my bed? or me sleeping in his? his smell? him existing? engraved in my head so harshly I WILL K*LL MYSELF! being this attracted to the male species, to ONE specific example of the male species, for NO FUCKING REASON will be the death of me. i cannot stop myself from thinking corny things and i think that's everything but beautiful (however i do love feeling all lovey dovey from time to time, it's good when you're surrounded by shit of any type, from everywhere, so thank you Choco Milk for allowing me to not go as crazy as i could've if not for your lovely kisses and lovely ****).

also, I'm horny, yet too lazy to get myself off (that could help me fall asleep tho).

i just hope Packett won't fuck my life more than he already did.

[animeheadspace]

People Pleaser

mikey x reader

summary: you breakdown due to stress and mikey’s perceived inability to even remotely identify your emotions. 

warnings: angsty.....mental stress and mental breakdowns :( 

Part 1 | Part 2 |

you were really just tired. exhausted. utterly spent from being an extrovert to the world. it always felt like you weren’t enough -- being yelled at during your shift over one spilled drink even if you hadn’t made a mistake the entire semester, having to manage projects students who attended your top school required to complete, ensuring that you met every single competitive standards. all your hard work was just being unrecognized: “you’re a disappointment”, “your older brother was able to take on double the amount of work you’re doing right now”, “one more fuck-up and you’re fired”, “hana scored better than you on the last test, guess you’re not that smart, huh?”

for years you could bear through it with a smile. after all, you were the strongest person you knew. nodding your head pleasantly, you worked to appease every single one of your perceived adversaries, and you did it gracefully and successfully. 

so why wasn’t anyone ever satisfied? 

recently, your spring break had just started, and you couldn’t have been more grateful. whether it meant finally reaching ar 40 on genshin impact or being able to just have the sheer time to pick up a book and read again, you were very appreciative for this pocket of time. 

which is where you were at this current time, situated on the couch in you and your boyfriend’s living room, flitting through your favorite book. 

it felt so nice to just be bored! your bubble of happiness was rare, but it was contagious, and everything you seemed to look at was saturated in extreme. 

at least until mikey came home from a gang meeting, moving past your doorframe with heavy eyes. the black from his uniform practically looked tired too as he sought to remove his combat boots with beat up fingers. his moves were very, very lethargic, but he still managed to flash you a small smile. 

“hi baby. im really tired right now, so i’m probably just going to eat dinner and --” he paused to look to your dining table, noticing that it wasn’t set. his smile all but vanished. 

“sorry, mikey...” you trailed off. surely slacking off just this week would be okay? besides, you guys could definitely afford takeout, especially judging by his choice of career. you knew mikey was not a misogynist but making dinner was your chore in the house, and you were perfectly fine with it. besides he washed the dishes and took out the trash and everything else. 

but you really just needed a break. you hoped he would understand. 

“it’s okay, baby,” he gave you an even more tired smile, hanging his coat, walking up to you. 

“but,” he began, sitting down by your legs on the floor, “could you do the laundry from last week? you forgot to do them...” ah yes, another chore that you were accustomed to doing around the house. but it was fine! you still had enough strength to do it tonight. right? 

“yes, of course,” you agreed, opening back your book to read from where you stopped, slightly confused why he was just on the floor. 

“your mom told me to also give you this,” he declared, leaning back slightly after tossing you an envelope. your mother’s famous embroidery was very obvious, and judging by the packaging, it seemed to be important. and mail was practically unheard of in this day and age! 

your optimistic thinking was not met in any way, shape, or form. 

it was an invitation to your brother’s wedding, and attached to the invite was a quite long note in your mother’s handwriting. your smile remained frozen on your place as you took in every complaint, every insult, and every rule that you had apparently broken. 

“you forgot to give us dinner last wednesday like you promised”, “you haven’t been praying every single night like we raised you to do”, “when are you planning to get married?” “you haven’t made as much money as the previous month, you need to work more.”

“we’re disappointed.” 

silent, silent tears had already fallen from your eyes before you even realized it, your perfect smile still in place. 

and mikey...

why wasn’t he noticing?? 

you turned your face up and took inaudible deep, slow breaths so as to avoid sniffling your nose. it was okay. i’m okay, you mentally recited. 

until you realized that the reason why mikey was sitting on the floor by your feet was because he was expecting you to tie back his hair for the night. 

your frozen smile melted. you stumbled away from the couch, ignoring mikey’s surprised calls as he witnessed you put on your shoes and fly out the door in a speed you had never displayed to him before. 

you needed a break. you needed a break from your break. how sad was that? 

you wanted to runaway. 

a/n - this is kind of self-indulgent but this is to everyone who has been working their hardest without any recognition -- i love you all and i promise it will get better <3 stay safe and hydrated and don’t be afraid to take that mental health day. 

[kitmoas]

Falling in Love

The months leading up to your first Valentine's Day with Kate

A/N: This is my first headcanon soo we'll see how this is goes lol Inspiration comes from one of my amazing anons <3 This is so fluffy and I've never written straight fluff before

You met Kate in the pizza shop you worked at. She was a regular since her apartment was directly above it. Your crush on her started the moment she laughed at you dropping pizza dough on your head.

Kate would come in every other day, getting multiple pizzas after classes, just so that she could watch you at work.

Conversation got easier as the two of you got over the awkwardness, and she started doing homework at one of the small tables you had.

It was late one day, and you were closing up shop with Kate. She was supposed to be writing an essay but she persuaded you to teach her how to make dough. It was a slow Wednesday night and she was not following your directions well. Flour was all over the place and she had just thrown some cheese at you. The kiss that followed was soft, and it felt like a fairytale. Her hands were tangled in your hair and you had to stand slightly on your toes to reach.

The two of you fall into an easy pattern and you realize quickly how in love with the archer you are. You spent most nights in her apartment, and you realize that you almost completely forgot about your own.

Kate had bought you so many new clothes, and different trinkets, that you stashed in her apartment. You even had your own bow that was displayed next to her dozens.

When she took up the mantle of Hawkeye, and her apartment caught flames, you were scared that this would destroy your entire life and ruin any chances of a future with her. Your concerns were soothed when she first hobbled into your apartment with a dog and an Avenger trailing, and you knew that you would go to the grave for this girl.

Kate brought you to Barton's farm for Christmas, and she profusely apologized for the lack of gifts you had under the tree. You didn’t care at all, the best present was the fact that her arms were wrapped around you and you were snuggling under a blanket.

Being in a relationship with Kate while she was training to be an Avenger was incredibly interesting, but also frustrating.

Since the fire from the Tracksuits, you had to find a new job away from your favorite pizza shop. You were miserable most days at work, but Kate at least came home to you every night.

The days passed quickly and as it was nearing your first Valentine's day with Kate, you were realizing that she was spending more and more time away from you. Missions and training sessions with Clint.

You were curled up with Lucky under the covers late Sunday night, the day before Valentine’s Day when an arrow whizzed through the open window. A small purple envelope was dangling off the end. “Come find me Sweets <3” Inside was a credit card and a map.

You spent the entire night with Lucky following the map, each new place you went an arrow whizzed past your head.

You felt safe and secure even at 3am in the middle of NYC knowing that even though you couldn’t see her, Kate was scaling buildings and had her eyes on you.

It’s 5am by the time that you have gathered a backpack that is now filled with jewelry, clothing, a new phone and tablet, concert tickets, and so many trinkets that your back is starting to hurt. You’re exhausted by the time you step out of the apparent last taxi of the night, and the address doesn’t register in your head.

A dark figure is leaning against the lamp post, and the only give away is the bow hanging from their hand that it is your girlfriend. Lucky’s energy spikes when he sees her and he’s running in circles around the two of you as you basically collapse into her arms.

Kate nudges you to look up, and there in bright letters “Lucky’s Bullseye Pizza”.

She urges you into your newly owned pizza shop, and your heart is fluttering. Nothing is really finished, but the kitchen and a single table with a plaque that says “Reserved for the Archer and Pizzaiolo”.

Your fingers are tracing the words, lost in thought, when a cloud of flour hits the back of your head. The first food fight of many in the shop where years of memories would be made.

There’s flour floating through the air as Lucky races around you, and when your tired eyes catch the deep ocean blue you can’t help but fall even more in love. Standing on your toes, you interrupt her laughter with a kiss.

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