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#as we're looking for a place to park i think i spotted at least 3 blue lives matter hoodies
squishious · 2 years
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ok i finished my psych notes so now i'm going to tell you all a story
#this is not actually that big of a deal i just want to tell someone anyways#drove up north for the long weekend and heard there was some sort of art and music night happening downtown#and we're staying in a pretty small rural ish town#so we thought it would be nice to go check it out before grabbing dinner#as we're looking for a place to park i think i spotted at least 3 blue lives matter hoodies#and then we got out and i saw another 2nd amendment t shirt#and coupled with the fact that when my dad had been here w/ friends 20 something years ago he had had this wierd micro (tbh not that micro)#agression experience#i was feeling uncomfortable in a way i hadn't really before#it's genuinely such an odd feeling and i wish it on no one. anyways i was internally freaking out a bit as we walked down#AND THEN#2 things happened#1 we passed this storefront with some HUGE letterpresses in them#so i went in and was met by literally the most amazing store ever#i could have lived there no joke#it was a printshop and papiere and they had the most lovely cards and a little press you could use and the most GORGEOUS paper i've ever se#ever seen these lovely pens and i cannot stress how amazing the postcards/prints/cards were#and that night happened to be the opening of a local collage artists exhibition and her work was just breathtaking#anyways after getting some stuff i went to checkout and ended up chatting with the owner#who as it turns out does all the desiigning + carving of the stamps#and she offered to show me around the actual print shop w/ the presses and whatnot#she was so lovely#omg wait i've gotten sidetracked#in the shop where was just a lot of queer friendly stuff and pieces centered around poc#like they had cards of people hugging and there wasn't just one m/f white couple#and they had a few...coming out cards ig? idk but they were hilarious#okay and then#i finally leave the shop and walk out onto the main drag#and it looks like every queer person in the town is out tonight#literally drag queens with flags tied around them so many steampunk couples and a ton of people who's outfits reminded me of
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leasstories · 4 months
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Opposites attract
Eddie Munson x bookworm!reader (GN but at some point reader wears a skirt)
WC: ≈ 6K
Trigger Warning : SA, mention of grief
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"YN YLN, thank you so much for coming to my office. I'd like you to tutor Mr Munson. He's been a Senior for 3 years now and I think he could benefit from tutoring by our brightest student." Says the headmaster.
"Of course, I'll do what I can. When will the tutoring take place?" You ask
"You and Mr Munson can choose when, I'd like you to tutor him at least twice a week." The headmaster answers.
You nod and then politely salute the headmaster before heading out. On  your way, you cross path with Eddie who is probably heading to the headmaster, you smile at him. He seems surprised but give you a huge smile back.
You head to the cafeteria and sit on your own as everyday. You unpack your lunch and take your book out of your bag. You start reading while eating. You are so much into the story that you don't see Eddie sitting across from you. You notice him after a few minutes and hear him say. "Earth to YN"
You raise your head and put your book down before saying "Oh sorry. What brings you here?"
"To be honest, the principal" Eddie answers.
"Oh !” You say, your mouth forming an “o” shape “you want to talk about the tutoring. Listen I won't do your homework for you, I am willing to help you, not work for you." You say with much assurance.
"Wow, YN YLN I don't recognize you" says Eddie giggling before continuing "No I want you to tutor me for real. This year, I'm gonna graduate. This is my year, I can feel it. '86 baby." He says in a very theatrical way.
You smile at his goodwill and motivation.
"So when will our tutoring take place?" Eddie asks, grinning
"I'm free on Tuesday and Friday nights and on the week-ends" you answer
"'Kay, well Friday won't be possible because I play with my band but Tuesday and Saturday sounds good to me."
"You are in a band?" You ask intrigued
"Don't you remember, junior high ? You wrote a beautiful poem and I played with my band..."
"Corroded coffin!" You cut Eddie off
"Corroded coffin" he confirms
"This band still exists?" You ask intrigued
"Yeah, we're playing at the Hideout on Friday's. We have a huge crowd... composed of five drunk middle aged men" Eddie giggles before continuing "you should come see us once"
"If tutoring works well I'll think about it" you say in order to motivate Eddie for tutoring.
"It will" Eddie says motivated
"Where will I tutor you?" You ask
"DnD room on Tuesdays and my secret spot or my trailer on Saturdays?" Eddie asks
"Works for me, you just have to tell me where exactly is your secret spot" You answer
"Meet me on the parking lot on Saturday. And tomorrow we'll meet in my Hellfire room" Eddie says
"See you tomorrow!" You say
"See ya Sweetheart" Eddie answers
You blush at the nickname and feel all flustered. You're thinking : 'He called ME Sweetheart.'
You've always found Eddie attractive but to be honest he scared you a bit. But after this encounter, you noticed that Eddie was nothing like you imagined, he is funny and sweet and for the first year ever he really seems motivated to graduate.
Tuesday, 5pm,
You're waiting for Eddie inside the Hellfire room, you look at the posters from the previous campaigns. DnD really makes you think of your fantasy books. You read with attention all of the campaigns pinned on the wall when a voice pulls you from your thoughts.
"What are you doing here?" It is Gareth, one of the Hellfire club members who always hangs out with Eddie.
"I'm waiting for Eddie, I was supposed to meet him here." You answer
Gareth looks at you shocked "You YN YLN are going to buy from Eddie?!"
You see Eddie arrive behind Gareth, he stops and say "No idiot, YN is tutoring me"
Gareth turns around and look at Eddie confused "Tutoring you?"
"Tutoring me." Eddie repeats before adding "Told y'a, this year is my year and I'm gonna graduate."
Gareth smiles at you and then at Eddie "Cool" he answers before adding "I'm letting you work" he then gets out of the room looking back multiple times.
"Sorry about that" Eddie says rubbing his neck.
"It's fine" you answer smiling before asking "What do we start with? Maths?"
"As you wish Sweetheart" Eddie answers. Again, you blush at the nickname.
Eddie takes a all used up notebook with "Math" written in the cover. You go to flip the pages when Eddie stops you
"Sorry sweetheart, there is no math in there, just drawings and ideas for DnD campaigns." He explains.
'Tutoring him won't be easy' you think.
"But I'm willing to work and make this tutoring work" he adds after seeing your panicked expression.
You take your math notebook out, it is the opposite of Eddie's : all clean and full of notes. You open it to your last lesson and hand it to Eddie before saying "Okay, we're gonna start by you reading and re-writing the lesson and then I'll explain it to you" you say, full of confidence. Eddie smiles at seing you like this, confident. Usually you look really self-conscious, lonely and shy, seeing you tutoring is a real changement, you are confident in what you're doing and that makes Eddie happy.
"What ?" You say when you see Eddie staring at you
"You're just... different from what I had imagined" he says
"In a good or bad way?" You ask shyly, a bit afraid by the answer
"In a very good way" Eddie says while taking his pencil case in his bag "I thought you'd be less talkative, more shy"
"I thought you'd be different too" you add
"Mean and scary?" Eddie asks
You get up from your chair to go read Eddie's previous campaigns "Mean and scary" you repeat in a hush tone.
Eddie starts writing the lesson in his notebook while you read Eddie's previous campaigns. They are really well written which is surprising coming from Eddie, he has a true potential, reading how he wrote his campaigns, seeing all of his imagination made you believe in him. While reading the campaigns you can hear Eddie sigh, getting up and sitting back down all over again.
"You don't seem to be focused" you say with a joking tone
"First of all I don't understand what I'm writing, second of all, I don't see the point of maths, of school to be honest." Eddie answers honestly but also frustrated.
You reach for his hand because he can't stop fidgeting, before saying "Hey, it's okay, you can do it".
He smiles at you but doesn't seems convinced so you add "I can explain the lesson to you now, if you want"
"Sure"
You start explaining the lesson to him but he still doesn't seem 100% focused so you stop and gently ask "What is on your mind ?"
"Everything except maths" he answers while looking in your eyes
You blush when you notice.
After several hours of you trying to explain and Eddie being un-focused every five minutes, you call it a night.
"Want me to drop you off at yours ?" Eddie asks
"Sure" you answer.
You head to Eddie's van, he open the passenger seat for you before saying Your chariot awaits" while gesturing for you to climb on the passenger seat.
You give him the directions to your home, once you are about 2 minutes away from your home he stops the car before saying "Do you want me to drop you off here so the neighbors don't ask too many question on why the 'Freak' is bringing back home the 'Brain of Hawkins'"
You wince at the nickname "Eddie, I'm not ashamed of being brought back home by you, besides, for me you're not a Freak." You take your stuff and open the door, once you're out of the car and add "But apparently to you I'm only "the Brain" or the "bookworm" of Hawkins High" you slam the car door and run towards your house, tears in your eyes. You can hear Eddie get out of the car, following you and screaming apologizes, but you can't look back, he hurt you bad.
Eddie's POV:
Once you slammed the door shut, Eddie gets out of the car. Once out he sees you running and that's when he understands he messed things up. He didn't mean it like that, you're more than "The Brain" as he said. To him, you're a beautiful, smart and kind person. Eddie really likes you. Eddie cares about you, he even maybe have a crush on you. That's why he decided to run after you and scream "YN, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that, please wait YN" he stops running after a minute, out of breath. He hears the door to your house shut and mumbles "shit shit shit". Eddie goes back to his car and drives back home, thinking about how to make it up to you. He thought about buying you his favorite book, the only book he ever read in its entirety, but he was afraid you'd take it as an insult too. Instead he wrote you a letter.
Your POV:
You get in the house, you live alone since last year, when your dad passed away. Your mom is the total opposite of you, she is a model and always has to travel, that's why you live alone. You run upstairs, in your room and slams the door shut. You lay down and take a pillow, you squeeze it, close to your chest and start crying. You wonder why Eddie said that, you wonder what he really thinks of you. Are you really just a bookworm? Usually you don't care about being called like this, but from Eddie, it hurts. You thought he'd never do that to you, you thought he'd understand what it's like to be an outcast. But it also hurt beyond that, you like him, you really like him. You end up crying yourself to sleep.
The next morning, you wake up late, when you see 7:20 on the alarm clock you mutter "shit shit shit!"
You put on a shirt and a skirt and head out of your house. You practically run to school as you have no car. Once you arrive, you see Eddie put something in your locker, it looks like a note. You wait for him to leave before heading to your locker. Once he left, you open your locker and see a small note all folded in your locker, on the back of it Eddie wrote 'Read it please'. You take your stuff, put the note in your pocket in order to read it in between this class and your next class. As you are the last one to arrive in class, the only desk left is next to Eddie, in the back of the class. You sit down and see Eddie smiling at you. 'What should I do? Smile back? If I smile back he'll think I forgot what happened yesterday which is not the case, but if I don't I'll seem rude' and you keep overthinking for a few minutes until you feel Eddie gently hitting your shoulder. You raise your head and see the teacher looking at you, surprised that you didn't answer to the question.
"Sorry" you say "May I go to the toilets?"
The teacher look at you concerned before answering "Yes, yes of course. Do you need someone to come with you? Are you alright?"
Eddie also looks at you with concern but his eyes soften when you answer "No, I can go all alone, I'm okay"
You get up from your chair and go to the bathroom. You lock yourself in the toilet and take Eddie's note from your pocket. You unfold it and read it. It says :
I'm so sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean what I said, what I meant was that I don't want you to be in trouble because you hang out with me. I really like the person you are and it wasn't in my intention to hurt your feelings. I know I can't take back what I said but I hope you can forgive me. If you're willing to talk about it, meet me at the bench in the forest during lunch break. Hope to see ya
Eddie M.
You sob at Eddie's words, yes he hurt you bad but at least he didn't mean it, this brings you joy and you're willing to talk things through. You go back to class but spend the hour un-focused, thinking about Eddie, what he said yesterday, what he wrote in the letter.
For the first time ever in your life, you're un-focused all morning long. Once the lunch bell rings, you hurry to the forest. You know this conversation with Eddie won't be the most pleasant one, but you need it. You need it if you want to build a friendship (or more), you need it if you want tutoring to go well.
You arrive to the forest and sit on the bench, you take your comfort book out and start reading it to appease your nerves. You're so much into the story that you jump when you feel someone sit next to you. You start to say "Hi” when you realize it isn't Eddie.
"What is the bookworm of Hawkins High doing all alone in the forest, furthermore where drug deals take place?" Says Jason while looking at your skirt. You didn't notice it but you put on one of your mom's miniskirt.
"First of all get your eyes off of her." You hear Eddie say from behind. His eyes are far from the soft eyes he has with you.
"The pariah defends another pariah" Jason says, chuckling while getting up.
You see that Eddie's about to take him by the collar so you get up and take his hand, in order to calm him. It works until Jason speaks again.
"What was the bet ? Deflower Hawkins high very own solitary and boring bookworm?"
This time, it is too much for Eddie, he let go off your hand and take Jason by the collar. "Never, ever again talk about YN like that" Eddie says, angry.
Jason laugh, unimpressed by Eddie's sudden change of behavior. You go to Eddie and put your hand on his shoulder, you can sense he is tensed. "Eddie, please, let him go. He doesn't worth it" you say.
Eddie releases Jason after two minutes of thinking. Jason leaves, hands on his pockets.
You and Eddie sit on the bench, in silence. You can see Eddie is still tensed and pissed off by your encounter with Jason, probably by what he said. It warmed your heart to see Eddie take your defense, even though you were scared, not of him, but for him. Nobody ever won a fight against Jason.
"I'm sorry if I scared you" Eddie says
You smile and put your hand on his.
"Thank you, for defending me" you say
"I couldn't stand him talk shit about you like this. And when I called you 'The Brain of Hawkins High' I didn't mean it like it was all you were. It is not. You're a beautiful, strong and kind person YN." Eddie says, smiling while he compliments you.
"I'm not ashamed of you, I'm not afraid of people picking up on me because I'm your friend" you say
"So we are friends?" Eddie says with a grin
You become really self-conscious of what you said, maybe he doesn't see you as a friend, maybe he only sees you as the smart person who is tutoring him.
"Sorry, forget what I said, it was dumb of me, we only have been talking for 2 days and... I'm sorry Eddie, it's just..." Eddie cuts your rambling.
"I want to be your friend" he says, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.  You smile.
Eddie lights up a joint before saying. "I have a gift for you, but please don't take it the wrong way and before you say anything let me explain why I chose to offer you this"
"Okay..." you say, a bit of worry in your voice.
Eddie rummages through his bag before handing you a book, it is all used up but you don't mind. You look at the title, it says 'The Hobbit'
"I saw you reading through my campaigns and you seemed to like it... so I decided to give you a book from my favorite saga. It is all used up because it was my copy, there are even funny annotations I wrote... I hope you'll like it. Tolkien's books are the only ones I managed to finish" he says with a chuckle at the end.
You're tearing up at the small attention and manage to say "I'll read it as fast as possible so you can have it back as soon as possible"
"No, no Sweetheart, this is a gift" he answers
"But it is your favorite book, I know what it is to have a favorite book... I don't want you to miss it" you answer
"If I miss it too much I'll buy it again, don't worry" he answers, shrugging.
"But-" Eddie cuts you off
"No buts, I want you to have it" Eddie says
"Then thank you" you say with a smile
You get up and go hug Eddie, you can't see it but Eddie blushes while hugging you back.
Then, the both of you head to class. You have math and decide to sit next to Eddie. While you seat you tell him.
"If you need help, don't hesitate to ask me"
"Thank you" he whispers back.
Eddie spends the whole class un-focused and you can see it. Sometimes, you try to draw his focus back to the class, but it doesn't really work because 5 minutes later he is un-focused again. Sometimes, you can spot him glance at you, but you pretend you never saw it, Eddie and you will never be more than friend, right?
The bell rings and you go to your locker, you take your stuff, close your locker and head out of the school when you feel arms around your shoulders, you turn to the person and see it is Jason. You know he is taking interest on you just to piss Eddie off, besides, you've never liked the guy, he and his friends have been harassing you since middle-school.
Jason takes your hand forcefully and leads you to a janitor closet. You're shaking, understanding what he wants to do. His words from earlier 'Deflower Hawkins high very own solitary and boring bookworm' run through your head. Jason's hands goes under your miniskirt and he starts putting his hands under your panties. "Dirty mind, that's what you wanted. Look at how you are dressed" he says. You're shaking hard. Behind the closed door you can hear Eddie's voice, close to the janitor closet, that's when you decided to scream and bang at the door.
Eddie's POV:
After class, he went to the bathroom. He wanted to spend time with you but when he got out, you were nowhere to be seen.
He spotted Gareth and Jeff and went to them. They were talking about DnD and how they can win the current campaign.
Eddie stayed silent the whole time which is totally unusual for him. His friends look at him, concerned.
Gareth is the first one to speak "Is everything okay Eddie?"
"Sorry man, I was thinking about... nothing" Eddie can't tell his friends about you, he would sound stupidly cheesy which is the opposite of who he is. He was never one to be interested in being in a romantic relationship before. Of course he happened to fuck with people sometimes, but he never thought about anyone the way he thinks about you. He doesn't only wants to have sex with you, he wants to get to know you, to make you smile and laugh. He wants to take things slow. He wants to take you out on dates.
"You're falling hard man" Jeff says
"What?" Eddie says. They approach the janitor closet and right before any of the guys could answer, they hear a scream and banging at the door. Eddie would recognize this voice at any time. His heart starts racing at the thought of you in danger and he runs to the door and open it. When he opens  the door, he finds Jason pinning you to the wall, his hands under you skirt. Tears are falling down your cheeks.
Eddie doesn't think twice before taking Jason by the shirt and throwing him to the ground. He wants to make him pay, he is about to hit Jason when his eyes land on you.
Your POV:
Jason had his hands under your panties, when you feel him being pulled away from you, you don't even bother to put your skirt back in place, you slide down the wall, your knees close to your chest and your head on your knees as you sob. You don't even know what's happening around you, you just sob. At some point you feel arms wrap around you and flinch. The pair of arms leave from around you and you keep sobbing. Eddie looks at you, clueless of what to do. Eddie motions to Jeff and Gareth to leave them alone. He kneels next to you and tries to find the right words before speaking.
"Hey, hey it's okay sweetheart, you're safe now" Eddie reassuringly tells you, careful of not getting too close to you but not staying too far either.
You manage to say in between sobs "He... he touched me"
Eddie's anger is building up but he stays as calm as he can for you.
"Shhh, it's okay now, you're okay" he says, he is tempted to take you in his arms and hug you, but he remembers that right now you are traumatized and it would be a pretty bad idea. He sees how your miniskirt is pulled up, so he approaches you before saying "can I?"
You start shaking but nod 'yes'. Eddie pulls your miniskirt back and hand you his hand. "I'm gonna bring you back home sweets" he adds.
You're still shaking hard and sobbing. Your eyes are red from all the crying. You take Eddie's hand before managing to say with a very shaky voice "I... I don't want to be alone".
Eddie doesn't have to think twice before saying "Then I'll come home with you, if your parents allow me"
"I live alone" you say while Eddie leads you to the school's exit.
You're still shaking a lot and Eddie can feel it, that's why he helps you climb in his van. He is lost, he doesn't know how to react in this kind of situation, and seeing you suffering is pure torture for him. The drive is spent in silence, only your cried, muffled by your hand, can be heard. You don't even notice you arrived home, you zoned out until two strong arms picked you up "I'm sorry Sweets, if you want I can let you walk" Eddie says when he sees you shaking even more when you are in his arms.
"No... don't drop me please" you say shaky but also needy. Even though it is contradictory you both fear and need Eddie's physical touch.
He unlocks the door and open it, he then sets you on the couch. You burry your face in the couch, ashamed.
"I'm gonna run you a bath" Eddie says before remembering he has never been there and doesn't even know where is the bathroom. "Where is the bathroom?"
"First door on the first floor" you manage to mumble.
Eddie's POV:
He climbs upstairs and start running a bath for you. He puts a bubble bath he found in your bathroom inside and sits next to the bathtub while the water is filling up. He needs to think. He really doesn't know what he is supposed to do to help you but he can't stand to see you like this, broken, suffering. He rubs his face with his hands in frustration. He promises himself that he'll do his best to make you feel better. And that's when a thought crosses his mind. He feels guilty. It is his fault if Jason went after you. Jason probably made a bet with his friends, a bet to deflower you before Eddie. Eddie wonders what he should do. Should he stop seeing you outside of tutoring? Wouldn't that be safer for you? Why does everyone around him either leave or gets hurt? Is he a bad person?
The bathtub was all filled and Eddie stops the water and goes back downstairs
Your POV:
When Eddie left guilt took over you. You are convinced it is your fault. If you hadn't hurried up that much this morning, you wouldn't have accidentally put on your mom's miniskirt and nothing would have happened to you. You also curse your mom for having so revealing clothes, other people's mom wouldn't have this in their dresser. As Jason said, you felt dirty, you disgusted yourself. You did feel dirty, you needed every inch of Jason off of you. Your face is even more buried on the couch as shame and guilt swallow you whole. You keep crying and shaking even more. After some time, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, you don't want to turn around, you don't want Eddie to see you like this. About that, what is he thinking of you? Are you a slut to him? Do you disgust him as much as you disgust yourself? After a few minutes, Eddie rubs your arm in order to remind you of his presence, a way to tell you that he is here both physically and emotionally. You turn around to face him and before you can think about it, words slip out of your mouth "I'm disgusting" you say.
Eddie looks at you with compassion in his eyes before cupping your face "Hey darling, it is not your fault. The blame is on Jason, you did nothing wrong"
You start crying even more while saying "He said I was a dirty girl"
Eddie approaches you, carefully, and open his arms as an invitation for you to hug him if you want to, which you do. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and soak up his shirt with your tears. After a few minutes, Eddie says "I'm gonna pick you up and bring you to the bathroom before the bath gets too cold." He picks you up and climb the stairs with you in his arms. He then put you down, sitting you on the sink, he kisses your forehead before heading out. He stays in front of the bathroom.
You undress, look at your body in the mirror, disgusted by what you see, but at the same time you can't take your eyes off of your body. After agonizing minutes, you climb in the bath You scrub your body so roughly that you draw blood. You couldn't care less, you need to get Jason's touch off of you. You keep scrubbing hard on your body for long minutes, until you hear Eddie's voice behind the door "Is everything okay"
You manage to say yes after trying to calm down your breath and sobs, which is not really successful.
Eddie's POV:
He can hear you scrub at your body, and it hurts him, you are probably hurting yourself. You feel dirty and Eddie wants to take this feeling off of you. After a few long, agonizing minute of hearing you probably hurt yourself, Eddie decided to ask if you are okay to which you answer 'yes' but he doesn't believe you one second. He can hear your difficulty to breathe and your sobs. He wonders what he can do more when an idea pops in his head. He's gonna make you dinner. Eddie is really not a good cook, every time he cooks, it either ends up burnt or it doesn't turn out as it should have but he wants to try, for you, to make you feel better. He tells himself that if what he is going to cook turns out bad he'll order pizza.
Eddie goes to the kitchen and opens the cupboards as well as the fridge, to find that there is nothing to make a proper dinner, which worries him. Do you even eat a proper diner at least once a day? Why isn't there anything in the fridge? Aren't your parents taking care of you? While wondering the last question he remembers that you told him that you were living alone. He felt a surge of anger at life, at your parents for letting you leave here alone, and promise to himself that he'll be taking care of you from now on. Eddie finally decided to dial the pizza place number. He orders 2 medium pizza.
After you spent around 20 minutes in the bathroom, you finally get out and Eddie finally sigh in relief, even though he can see the red of your skin, on your bare arms, he refrains from making any comment about it, instead he motions for you to sit on the couch before saying.
"I ordered pizza"
Your POV:
You are really moved by the gesture, but after everything that happened earlier, you disgust yourself so much that you aren't hungry.
"Thank you Eddie, it means a lot, you didn't have to" you say sincerely before continuing "but I'm really not hungry"
"You must eat Sweets" he says apologetically "promise me to at least try and eat something" he says, smiling at you.
Some minutes later, you hear ringing at your door and Eddie goes to open the door, he pays the pizza and comes back with 2 medium pizza, he put them on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sits back down next to you, keeping a bit of distance between you two which you are grateful for. How can a man be so understanding? Why did he stay? Does he really care about me that much? You wonder. Eddie pulls you out of your thoughts by speaking.
"Sweetheart, please eat at least one slice" he says gently while handing you a slice.
You nod and take the slice, still shaking a bit. You bring the slice to your mouth and eat a small bite.
After a few minutes, Eddie breaks the silence again.
"I'm sorry for asking but... how can your parents let you home all alone?"
You turn to Eddie, surprised but also destabilized by his question, you take a deep breath before saying
"My mom is a model, her career was always more important than family, besides... I was... an accident" you answer
Eddie feels so much anger towards your mom, but he doesn't say anything, you don't need to hear that from him now.
He braces himself before asking "What about your dad?"
"He passed away a few month ago, in a car accident, it was my fault" you say with teary eyes.
"I'm sorry I brought that up, we can stop talking about it, but I need you to know that I'm sure it isn't your fault"
"It is, I fell asleep in the school library and he got worried so he went to pick me up, and on the way to high school he..."
Eddie opens his arms in case you want a hug which you gladly accept. You stay like this for a little while and end up falling asleep in his arms.
Eddie's POV:
Eddie looks at you, sleeping in his arms. He wonders why life has been so unfair to you, letting you all alone. But you're not alone anymore, he is here. And he'll be whatever you want him to be : boyfriend (which would be his absolute dream), friend, best friend. He promised himself that he'll be whatever you need because god he loves you, he is even in love with you. And his love grows stronger with every passing hours.
Eddie carries you to your bed and put you under the covers before closing the bedroom door and heading downstairs. He throw away the pizza boxes and lay on the couch. After a long while of overthinking, he fall asleep.
A few hours later Eddie is woken up by screams, your horrified screams. He heads upstairs and open your bedroom door, to find you sweating asleep, probably having a nightmare. He sits on the edge of your bed and put your head on his laps, caressing your hair and whispering in your hear "shhh, it's okay, you're safe".
Your POV:
You were having a nightmare about what happened earlier with Jason, you were experiencing what happened there over again, until you suddenly opened your eyes, sweating, out of breath. It took you some time before realizing your head was on Eddie's laps. you clutched to his arm, shaking and he kept reassuring you, whispering words of reassurance in your hear and telling you that everything's fine and that you're safe. He doesn't let go of you and after long minutes of silence you manage to mutter a shaky "Sorry for waking you up"
"Hey, hey, hey don't be sorry Sweets, don't be sorry" he answered.
"C-can you stay here, for the rest of the night ?" you ask, making some room for him in the bed.
"Anything you want" he answered smiling. 
You put your head on Eddie's chest and fall back asleep, feeling safe. 
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The next morning you wake up alone in your bed, you tell yourself that Eddie probably went back to his trailer, you're a bit disappointed he left but also scared to be alone. But then someone cursing is cutting you from your own thoughts, you carefully go downstairs, to find Eddie, in the kitchen, trying to make breakfast. You find him with burnt toast next to him and giggle.
"Oh ! you find this funny" he says grinning and chasing you around the house. You end up cornered by Eddie who throws you over his shoulder. He then gently puts you down on the kitchen countertop. You're really close and you're breathing heavely. You want him to kiss you. You both lock eyes together and in a split second, he's lips are on yours. They are really soft and warm. It is a soft, comfortable kiss, much wanted by both of you. You can't believe that you're kissing Eddie Munson, that's why you break from the kiss and ask him.
"What does this kiss mean to you?" 
"Yn, I really like you, God I probably even love you. Please believe me Sweetheart, I'll show you"
You put your hand on his chest before answering "I believe you Eddie... I think I love you too" you answer
"I know what just happened to you, and that's why we are gonna take thing slow. What about a date, we're going to the diner, tonight. Picking you up at 8pm?" Eddie asks
"Sounds perfect" you say before asking "does that mean we're dating"
"Of course we are ! Didn't we just confess our feelings to each others?" Eddie answered 
You smile and kiss him passionately as an answer. 
The most traumatic experience of your life, led you to the most beautiful thing that could happen, you found the love of your life.
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Things to Do Tonight
Drink
Get drunk.
Get very very drunk
Don't want to sit in a pub. Pub's full of people and if I miracle-shoo them all out, I will just draw attention to myself. Don't need that now. I draw enough attention as it is. I'm taking out the bottle, walk over the bridge and look at the Thames.
Pretty little stars in the water. Not the real thing, but still pretty. Glittering like anything.
Why does everyone always seem to know where my car is? I keep driving the Bentley around, don't want to stay in one place for too long. Other demons can spot me, of course. But these little notes and letters from Maggie and Nina and Muriel keep finding me, too.
Bla bla bla coffee. Bla bla bla talk. Bla bla bla we're here for you bla bla bla you don't have to go through this alone.
Go away. Just go away.
I've been on my own for 6000 years, I don't plan on changing that now. And least of all with humans who shouldn't be dragged into this. Friendship with humans never ends well, someone always gets turned into pillars of salt.
Or killed. One minute Kain's a baby pulling my hair and puking all over my robes, next thing, you know, he's an angry teenager smacking his brother with a stone. Broke Eve's heart. Should've stayed away.
And Muriel keeps writing about all the books they've been reading and keeps asking stuff about customers and taxes and stockkeeping and why would I know any of this? Nina and Maggie run shops, too, they're far better with these things.
Do you actually want to get in trouble with heaven, little bee? Can you even imagine what they could do to you for hanging out with a demon?
'M not stupid, you know, I know it's you trying to reach me from the bookshop's number. I can only hope Shax was too stupid to read any of your little notes, when she put my mail under the wipers. I don't think she has back channels to rat you out to heaven, but you never know.
Did the real stars look as glittery as their reflection in the water?
Whatever. You don't miss what you can't remember, right? If I wanted to see stars, I could just go watch a Disney movie.
Now where did I park the Bentley? Why does everyone always seem to know where my car is, except for me, myself and I?
"Hello Crowley."
No no no no no no, not you. Not you, too.
Why can't you just all go away and let me wallow in my misery?
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Older Diary Parts minus the Reblogs:
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7
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mysteryshoptls · 1 year
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SSR Idia Shroud Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3
"Happy Birthday"
(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3
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[Ignihyde Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]
Riddle: So now, here is the final question.
Riddle: “What would you like to do in the coming year?”
Idia: …Go out.
Riddle: EH!!???? I DIDN'T JUST… MISHEAR YOU THERE, RIGHT?
Idia: Nooope. Thanks for the predictable response.
Idia: Ortho gathered some data that the hamburger shop down in town was real good.
Idia: Looks like they got a limited event going on too… So I'm thinking I wanna go ASAP.
Riddle: Is it really that good? I don't really see the appeal…
Idia: Ah, how like you. Didn't expect anything else.
Idia: Also, I bet I could chill at Whistle Park near the port all day long. That is, until my energy and stamina depletes.
Riddle: You'll be outside all day long!!?? …Apologies. What would you do at Whistle Park?
Idia: I mean… Obviously I'd be gaming.
Riddle: YOU'D GO ALL THE WAY OUTSIDE JUST TO PLAY A GAME!?
Idia: YEAH, SOOOOO―!!!!!!!!
Idia: When I heard that a new game for my favorite series was going to be released, I jumped online to access their site, and…
Idia: YOU CAN'T IMAGINE THE IMMENSE DEPRESSION I FELT TO LEARN THAT IT WAS A LOCATION-BASED GAME!!
Riddle: …A-A location-based game…?
Idia: One of those games that rely on the location information from your phone. There's been a ton popping up recently trying to get everyone to get up and move around.
Riddle: Ah. So are you really going to that hamburger shop to get something to eat, or…
Idia: Obviously I'm going because it's a designated spot to get game items, and battle others, duh?
Idia: And speaking of which, Whistle Park is one of the best places on Sage's Island with a ton of those spots. It's the most efficient place to make my rounds.
Riddle: Ah, that's more like it. But for it to even drag you outdoors… That game must be particularly invigorating.
Idia: I mean, not really? It's got a pretty common gameplay, and I planned on ignoring it, 'cause it's not relevant to a shut-in like me.
Idia: But then Ortho was all, "Hey, let's play together, Nii-san!" and started looking up all the hotspots on Sage's Island…
Idia: Looked like we could have more fun with it than I thought, so I said fine, I guess…
Idia: …I guess it wouldn't be terrible to be able to adventure with Ortho while we're here for school.
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Riddle: The interview has now concluded. Thank you for the interesting conversation.
Riddle: The only remaining task for you is to simply fly on the Birthday Road. Here, please take this broom.
Idia: You just say "simply fly" like it's nothing… And on top of that, I gotta use a super fancy broom like this? I'd only draw attention to myself.
Riddle: Is that bad? It looks to me to have a tranquil and classy feel about it… It suits both you and the outfit you are wearing today.
Riddle: I am certain that Ortho is impatiently waiting for you to come out, as well. You should hurry and go, at least for him.
Idia: Hiee! There's that signature Riddle-shi straightforward praise like it's nothing! I can't stand it… I'll just have to run away to the venue, I guess.
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Idia: Become one with the wind, I'm becoming one with the wind, I am one with the wind… Grit my teeth, and go!!
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Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Five
Summary: 
Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 My relationship with Neymar has been amazing so far. We've managed to keep it a secret from everyone at the team, except for Kylian who already knows about us. Even though he was the one who insisted on us dating, now, he's complaining about us doing couple things in front of him, jokingly of course. I know he's very happy about us. I spoke to him a couple times about his opinion on this relationship, he said that he's never seen Neymar this happy before. This obviously makes me feel good. Neymar is so good to me. All those fears I had about dating him seemed to have disappeared. I trust him completely. He's very understanding and treats me with love and respect. I do the same with him. Although, we've been dating for almost 3 months now and we're constantly spending our nights at one of our places, we haven't moved in together yet. I know Neymar would agree on it right away, but I personally need more time, I like how things are right now. I get a text from Neymar saying he's already at the stadium. Today, they have an important match, so they'll only train for an hour this morning. I get to the stadium and park my car. I head to the field and spot Neymar chatting with Ky. My instincts tell me to just run up to him and kiss him, but I can't do that, not in front of everyone at least. I approach the guys and hug them both. Neymar gives me a smile and winks at me, Kylian rolls his eyes at us. "Hi, meu amor. How are you today?" Neymar asks me. I can tell he's also holding himself to not kiss me. "Hi, Ney. I'm good, bebê. How about you? Ky? How's it going, buddy?" "I'm pretty nervous about today, not going to lie, Y/N." says Kylian. "Yeah, me too. But, I think we'll do great." says Neymar. "Yeah, I think so too. I believe in you guys." I smile at both of them. I excuse myself to the office and let the guys train. Someone knocks on my office door. I have a guess about who it might be. Neymar comes inside, shutting the door behind him. He immediately runs to me, wrapping his hands around my waist and kissing me passionately. "Oh, god. I missed your lips." "I missed yours too, amor." I kiss him back, we make out for like 10 minutes. It was always like this during the first two weeks of us being together. He would come to my office at some point during the day and we would lay on the bed in my office and make out. We agreed on doing this less often, since it might get someone's attention. 'Are you going to leave right now?" I break the kiss to ask him. "Yeah, the coach wants us to have lunch together and talk about the game. What about you, bebê?" "I think I'll head home and take a shower, relax before coming back here for the game." "Okay, meu amor. That's perfect." He walks over to the chair and I sit on his lap and we stay like that for a couple minutes. We still have that thing where we stare into each others eyes. We say a lot to each other just by looking. I fucking adore this about us. We still haven't had any big fights yet and I think it's thanks to our ability to communicate with each other and take each other's feeling into consideration. "I'll never get tired of looking at your eyes. It's fucking beautiful." he says and kisses my nose. The more loved I feel by Neymar, the more scared I get. Even though I trust him with all my heart, he has the ability to take all this comfort away from me if he wants to. This is why I'm scared of getting attached to someone. No matter how much I try to shake this thought from my head, it still stays there and it fucking reminds me about it during Neymar's and my most special times. Sometimes it happens when we're making cookies in the kitchen at night or when we're cuddling and watching a movie or when we're having fun like now. "Y/N, amor? What are you thinking about?" Neymar pulls me out of my thoughts.
"It's nothing, Ney. I just zoomed out for a second." I say to him, not wanting to tell the truth. He pulls my head up by my chin and makes me look at him. "I can tell when you're lying, amor. Is it something I did?" "No, bebê, no. You're amazing to me, It’s just my mind doing tricks.” “What kind of tricks?” “Sometimes, I just feel sacred because of how happy I am with you. I’m scared of it ending.” He seems kind of surprised by my words. It looks like he was expecting anything but this. He cups my cheeks and kisses my forehead. “Why would you think that, bebê? Do you feel like you can’t trust me?” “No,no,no. Don’t get me wrong, Ney. I trust you, it’s just that…it’s me. I’m scared that you’ll get tired of me anytime soon and I will be the one mourning over this.” “Y/N, are are the best thing that ever happened to me. I actually see myself growing old with you, the reason why I don’t say these kind of stuff to you is because I don’t want to scare you, if you’re scared of commitment.” “I actually see myself growing old with you too” I say to him and I smile. His words are all I need.
“I think it’s time for me to go, bebê. I don’t want someone to catch us.” “Yeah, okay, honey. I will see you at the game today.” I say to him, he stands up and kisses me before he makes his way to the door. “I love you, bebê” “I love you too, amor”.
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The game started ten minutes ago. Everyone seems motivated and in good shape. I didn’t have a private moment with Neymar before the game, but I wished him and Kylian good luck before they got on the field. Neymar scored a goal after fifteen minutes. This raised everyone’s morale, making us more confident. At one point, Kylian passes the ball to Ney who sprints towards the goal. This scene played in slow motion in my head. A player from the other team tries to stop Neymar from behind and collides his head and foot with Neymar, causing him to fall on the ground. The referee immediately stopped the game, we all knew It would be a serious injury based on the action itself. I freeze in my place. I can hear Neymar's whimpers and cries for help. All the medical team staff run up to him, I stay in my place. Unable to move.
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cryptomiracle · 1 year
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DUDE OMG OK OK so with if Masky little sister got a boyfriend or girlfriend? What do you think his reaction would be?
OMG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEAA
Masky with a little sister (s/o edition)
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LOOK AT HIM!! HES SO SILLY!! ^^
he'd be so mad, I mean he'd be
infuriated.
But he wouldn't let it show, at least not to you.. (most of the time)
If you got a s/o, and you told him you were bringing them over to meet him, he'd act all excited on the phone, but the minute you hung up, he'd lose his shit.
If Brian or Jay was around, he'd definitely rant to them about it.
He'd write down some questions on a piece of paper, and ask your s/o the questions at the door step.
He wouldn't even let them in the house until they answered ALL the questions 😭
Like a security guard or something.
I can see him going on dates WITH y'all.
Like he'd invite himself.
A short scenario:
You and your s/o decided to go on a date to a local cafe, nothing too fancy, just a cute little coffee date.
But, you make the mistake of telling your brother about it.
Masky: "so, a date huh?"
Reader: "yeah! We're going to (cafe name)"
you said as you grabbed your purse.
Masky: "hm, have fun I guess."
Masky: "oh, and don't forget, never be afraid to use that pocket knife I gave you."
He placed his hands on your shoulders, with a serious look on his face.
Reader: "I won't, I promise."
You smiled and waved at your brother before walking out of the door, grabbing your bicycle, and making your way to the cafe.
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You finally made it to the cafe and hid your bicycle behind the building.
You walked past the window, and saw your s/o sitting in a booth, looking at the menu.
When you opened the door, the bells at the top of it made a little jingle, alerting your s/o that you were there.
You smiled as they motioned for you to come and sit down.
S/o: "y/n!"
You walked over, and sat down right across from them.
They gently grabbed your hand, holding it in their own.
S/o: "so, how was your day?"
Reader: "it's been pretty good, I went to the store and got-"
S/o: "wait.. is that your brother?"
right as you turned your head, the door jingled again.
And in came your brother.
Reader: "..."
The moment he spotted you two, you knew why he was there.
He eagerly walked towards you two.
Masky: "oh hey, I didn't know you guys would be here!"
He said as he slid into the booth next to you, forcing you to move over next to the window.
Reader: "it's the only cafe in tow-"
Masky: "anywho, so how are you doing (s/o name)?"
S/o: "I'm good.. how about you?"
Masky: "I'm doing great!"
Your brother seemed oddly enthusiastic, considering how overprotective he can be.
S/o: "that's good-"
Masky: "so, (s/o name) tell me, do you have a history of alcohol abuse?"
Your s/o, clearly uncomfortable, averted their eyes from him, to you.
Masky: "don't look at her, look at me."
He slammed his hands on the table, making it wobble a little, and your s/o flinch.
The other customers turned their heads to see what was going on.
Reader: "tim!"
Masky: "what? I can't ask questions?"
You sighed.
Reader: "we're going home."
You pushed him out of the booth, and dragged him towards the door.
Masky: "see ya later, (s/o name)!" He yelled as you pulled him through the door.
Your s/o lifted their hand up, and gave a little wave with a confused look on their face.
End of scenario:
BUT, if you didn't tell him about your s/o, and he had to find out on his own..
Whew.
Another scenario whoo!:
It was 3:35, your brother was running late to pick you up from school, so you decided to spend a little more time with your s/o (whom he didn't know about)
You were gonna tell him.. eventually.
But what you didn't know, is that he already knew about your s/o.
He has known for the past 20 mins.
He saw you kiss them on the cheek when he pulled up, so he decided to park in the parking lot, and do some "detective work" (he's being nosy)
He waited until your s/o had to go home, to actually pick you up from school.
He pulled up, but something was off.
He wasn't playing any music, and there were three empty packs of cigarettes in the floorboard.
(yes, he smoked three packs in 20 mins, YALL ARE STRESSING HIM OUTT!)
Reader: "what took you so long? Were you sick or something?"
You said with a grinn
He just ignored your question and lit his last cigarette, not even bothering to roll down the window.
Masky: "you're in an awfully good mood."
He put the car into drive and exited the school parking lot.
Reader: "huh? Oh yeah.. I passed my exam so.."
Masky: "mhm."
Shit.
He knows..
You knew he knew, but you didn't wanna bring it up.
Masky: "so, who were they?"
...
Reader: "who was who?? What are you talking about?"
Masky: "don't try to bullshit me y/n."
His face was blank, like he didn't care, but the tight grip he had on the steering wheel said otherwise.
Reader: "they're my partner.."
Masky: "break up with them."
Reader: "what!? no."
You knit your brows and huffed.
He stopped when the light turned red, and finally rolled down a window, to flick the ashes from his cigarette out.
Masky: "I'm telling you y/n, highschool relationships never last."
Reader: "like you know anything about relationships.."
He turned his head and gave you a "what the fuck??" kinda look.
You rolled your eyes and leaned back into your seat.
The light finally turned green, and he started driving again.
Let's just say, this was one awkward car ride home.
Thank you for the idea, I really had fun writing this lmao
Ty for reading- M
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gendervapor14 · 6 months
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two fights for freedom ~ chapter three: hope remains
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It was hard to miss him. Near impossible. The guy was a giant compared to the citizens flocking him, barking about their perks and their discounts. He had his arms full with a huge basket of goods, and some kid beside him was holding onto a growing armful.
“Who is that guy, Genzo?” Nami questioned sweetly, “I don’t recognize him.”
Neither did he. “Stay here, alright? I’m going to go interrogate him.”
“Stay here? In the middle of town?”
Her eyes batted innocently when he looked her way. Maybe that wasn’t the best advice in hindsight.
“Go back to the orchard, then. Help your sister.”
“Yay!” Nami threw her arms in the air exuberantly, bustling off towards her home. Bell-mère could chew him out for this later. There were more pressing concerns.
Nearby vendors hardly looked his way when he approached. Not with the berri signs glimmering in their eyes. “Hey, hey, enough.” Genzo called out, which finally warranted some attention. “Everyone get back to your booths.” He ordered with a strong extension of his arm. The stranger and his kid shifted their focus towards the authority figure. “You two. I don’t recognize you. Who are you, where are you from?”
“We’re travelers.” The blond spoke in a friendly baritone. His hair was a bit unkempt, all waves and curls from the humidity. Jeans, boots, a crisp, clean button-down. He wasn’t from the East Blue. “Call me Dante. And this, this is my kid, Paul.” He plopped a hand over the teen’s spotted hat. Hard to believe they were related in any way. Dark hair, darker, splotchy skin. At least he was wearing shorts. He offered nothing but a silent wave, while the other arm awkwardly managed the bulk of his basket.
“Travelers.” Genzo repeated, as the townspeople listened on in silent awe. “Why have you come here, of all places?” He eyed between them fiercely, “And how?”
“By…boat?” Dante’s reddish eyes darted about as he chuckled nervously. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, how did you get past the Arlong Pirates?” Genzo bit out, tired of this blissful oversight.
“The…Arlong Pirates…?” That dopey grin started to melt.
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oops i forgot to post this snippet on tumblr. here it is!! i just finished a draft of chapter 11 tonight and we're about 1/3 of the way done with my outline so she's lookin like she might be about 30 chapters. i think i should be able to keep up with the weekly posting for now.
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title: two fights for freedom rating: M category: F/M, gen content warnings: graphic depictions of violence status: incomplete, three chapters, 9,637 words relationship: rosinante/bell-mere, cora & law, rosinante & hatchan, bell-mere & rosinante & law & nami & nojiko, rosinante & genzo, bell-mere & genzo characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko, genzo, nako, hatchan, arlong, arlong pirates additional tags: canon divergent, fix-it, everybody lives, pre-arlong park, angst with a happy ending, angst and feels, fluff and humor, hurt/comfort, scheming, suggestive themes, sexual tension, limes (yes i'm bringing limes back), eventual smut, romance, slow burn, arguing, financial issues, broken bones, references to depression, referenced alcoholism, mental health issues, canon backstory, mentioned doflamingo, non-canon backstory (giving bell-mere a backstory), found family, medical inaccuracies, blood and injury, trafalgar d. water law is a little shit, developing friendships, more tags to be added later (?) summary: freedom for one means adventure. exploring all the world has to offer, while avoiding the occasional haunting. freedom for another almost costs an arm and two daughters. a home, a village. perhaps freedom is best sought back-to-back. {a cora and bell-mère lives au}
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For an underrated ship of mine, I'd love if you could do 8 + Roura <3
Anon, I 100% agree that Roura is an underrated ship. I would love to write more of them! Also, this is a continuation of this drabble :)
8. “And they were best friends!”
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"And they were best friends!"
"Yeah, now look at them!"
"I hate to break it to you two, but they're still just best friends," Loosey told the twins with a sigh and adjusted her sunglasses while she leaned back. "Amy, I don't think your plan worked."
Amethyst pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, shit. Did you see how tiny that pull-out couch is? They were bound to cuddle eventually!" She took her glass of Pinot Grigio and took a last swig in defeat.
"I think they still have a chance, they just need another little push." Marcia optimistically said, taking a small piece of gouda from the shared charcuterie board on the table. "We just need to brainstorm some more before they get back."
Loosey looked over in the direction of the vineyard's gift shop, keeping an eye out for Aura and Robin whenever they returned to the table. "What do we do? We've tried practically everything on this trip to get them together."
"Is that why we're the only group at this vineyard?" Spice asked as she gestured to all the couples sitting at the other tables.
Marcia nodded "The website said that this place was the most romantic vineyard on the east coast."
Amethyst snorted next to them, nibbling on a cracker "Maybe our tour guide thought that we were in some polycule.", as Loosey gave her an unamused look from across the table.
Sugar slipped her phone out from her small purse, opening up Google "We don't have any plans after this, do we? Maybe we can take them to another romantic date spot."
"I think I saw an aquarium on the drive here, is that something?" Marcia offered.
Spice leaned forward in excitement "That's perfect! It's the quintessential place for a lesbian date!" The others nodded in agreement, as Sugar pinned the aquarium location on her phone.
Loosey lowered her voice, "I see them, everyone act normal."
Aura and Robin returned to their seats at the table, Robin placing a paper bag with the vineyard's logo printed on it "Do you guys want to see what we bought? You're going to love it." Robin said giddily.
The group nodded, as she pulled out a small plush red grape from the bag, with plastic eyes and a sewn-on smile, and felt arms and legs coming out from its sides.
"Isn't he cute? They only had one left, so we're taking turns with him." Robin explained.
"Yeah, it's like we're co-parenting!" Aura added in.
"Co-parenting a plushie? Are you kid- Ow!" Amethyst was cut off from her mumbling by Loosey swiftly kicking her under the table.
Loosey stood up from her chair before Amethyst could potentially kick her back. "That's great! Let's get going, we're headed to the aquarium now!" She led the rest of the group back to the parking lot, with Aura and Robin trailing behind.
"Why do we keep going to date places on this trip?" Aura asked.
Robin shrugged, "No clue, maybe they're trying to give us ideas for when we get back from the trip."
Aura smiled next to her, "I'm glad we actually talked last night, we couldn't really avoid our feelings forever, huh?"
"I'm glad too. How long do you think it'll take for them to figure out that we aren't just best friends anymore?" Robin asked, bumping her hip to Aura.
"I give them at least a week, and that's being generous."
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Dad eren with teenage daughter who’s hailey, cassie is lily, aran is alex (ezria decided to stay home) (0:32) eren having a panic attack knowing this day would come but still wasn’t ready for it
if lock!eren has a teenage daughter, she would always be butting heads with aran. she's closest with ezra given that she's his twin sister. eren always gets a near heart attack when his sweet little girl does things that gives the implication that she's slipping away from his fingers. i can't help but make this into a scenario, good Lord. here you go, love! < enjoy 3
[at the time i finished this]: this took longer than i anticipated :> i have so many schoolwork because we're nearing our finals. this explains why i spend less time here now :< i can't seem to find the time to write these days and it's making me sad.
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aversion? — set in the lock universe where eren and reader has a teenage daughter
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"This sucks," Eileen Jaeger grumbles in the backseat of the car, huffing away her hair that she inherited from you. She's squished in with her little brothers, both of which pull on her sanity every single day of her life. She adores Caspian simply because he has this baby face that he never lost even at thirteen. However, the bane of her existence comes in the form of Aran, the cheeky bastard who's the second mother of the family when you're out for the day. Eileen crosses her arms on her chest while leaning forward to place her face in the middle of the front seats. "Dad, are you sure you really convinced Ezra to come with us?"
Eren looks up to the rearview mirror and meets his daughter's eyes. She takes after you --- it's almost like he's looking at a younger you that he met when he was in high school. Imagine his elation when you gave birth to two precious babies, both of which had no shed of him on their features. Ever since you announced your pregnancy, he always hoped the baby would be your carbon copy. Both Ezra and Eileen are blessings that you bestowed him, with one of them requesting to be left alone back home because of exam revisions (something that Eileen should be doing instead of accompanying her brothers to the shopping district). "Yeah, I did, sweetie," Eren answers while turning back to the road. "He's busy studying for his exams."
"Which you should be doing," Aran casually states from the other side of the back seat.
"Do you even know how to have fun, Ran?" Eileen shots back.
"No need to get all worked up," the younger boy raised his hands. "I'm just saying that you need to sort out your priorities straight."
"Dad, I think we should drop Aran in the funhouse since he went past the stage of having a childhood, unlike Caspian."
Caspian leans back in his seat. "Hey, don't drag me into this."
"Dad will kill me if I say this to you but we all know which stage you're going to be standing on if you keep this up."
"Hey, at least I have the body for it---"
"So, you agree? You're going to end up in a stripping---"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Okay, okay, okay," Eren voices out from the driver's seat. "This dispute you two have should be postponed for the rest of the day. Do I make myself clear?" When his kids don't answer, Eren peers through the rearview mirror with slightly narrowed eyes. "Do I make myself clear?" He doesn't know how you do this when he's not home.
"Yes, Dad." Both Eileen and Aran mutter back.
"Good. Because God knows what your mother would do to me if we go back home from this impromptu trip with you still fighting." The brown-haired man shudders at the image of you staring at him from across the counter island with a spatula in hand, with half of your children throwing daggers back and forth in the background. The shopping district is then in view and Eren is craning his neck to catch a free spot in the expansive parking lot. With the vehicle parked, he turns around to his three angelic children who don varying faces of excitement. Eileen is pursing her lips while side-eyeing the window, Aran is humming something under his breath, and Caspian leans forward to match Eren's wide-eyed stare. "Alright, my offspring, how about some lunch? The food court is calling me."
"The food court?" Eileen scrunches her face. "Dad, there are restaurants in the district that don't smell like a boys' locker room."
Eren slowly shifts his head to his only daughter. "How do you know what a boys' locker room smells like---?"
"I actually like the food court," Caspian conveniently slides into the conversation.
"See!" The oldest Jaeger in the car cheers, his emerald eyes shining with glee. "Cassie likes the food court. So, how about it, huh? Come on, we shouldn't deprive ourselves just because of Leen's aversion t--"
Aran cackles.
Eren looks like he received the news that you're pregnant with twins again.
When nobody laughs along with him, Aran glances at Eileen who's pleading for him to stop opening his mouth. He shoots her an apologetic look but she simply gives him her back, opting to stare out the window with a regretful air around her. "Never m-mind," Aran tries to defuse the tension but judging from the blank yet hooded reaction from their father, he knows he fucked up. Ezra doesn't even know that Eileen already lost her virginity (such a funny concept, Aran thinks) and he's her twin. It just brought out when Eileen came home in the earliest of mornings while Aran was preparing breakfast, with the girl looking like she spent the night with a raccoon (her boyfriend looks like one anyway). She made him promise that he would never voice this out to anyone else. Now, Aran wants nothing more than to disappear, especially when Eren meets his gaze. He hastily looks down because his father looks like he's ready to burn everything to the ground while having an internal meltdown. "F-Forget I said anything."
But the damage is done. The car is silent, tension palpable that Caspian is starting to fiddle with his shirt's collar. It stays that way until the family reaches the doll store. It's their first stop since Mikasa and Sasha requested for them to bring their daughter's broken one, hoping to get it fixed before the baby realizes it's gone.
Eren remains brooding as they enter the store, his goddaughter's broken doll embraced close to his chest. Some mothers pull their children away from him, his long hair, small tattoos, and stud earrings not helping how people see him at the moment. The three Jaeger kids slowly follow their father, who's making a beeline toward the doctor's room. Aran purses his lips with wide eyes, Eileen is about to cry, and Caspian grimaces at the current situation.
"Why would you react like that?" Eileen whirls to Aran. "You know how he is with this stuff!"
Aran turns to his older sister. Even at her shorter height, her anger always spooks him. It doesn't help that she looks like you. "I'm sorry! It just came out of me. You're not gonna lie --- it is funny!" He points at her.
Eileen looks offended. "No, it's not." She pauses, her face becoming more distraught at the thought that she disappointed her dad. "No, it's not! Nobody knows about this except you and I want it to stay that way until I leave for college. Mom has a suspicion, though, but I know she won't tell Dad about any of this."
"Stop panicking, Leen," Aran sighs out, his hands on his hips. "Dad won't think too much about my reaction."
"I highly doubt that," Caspian voices out. "Remember the time he caught me trying to buy that expensive soccer equipment on his laptop?" He receives looks of expectation from both of his older siblings. "He didn't believe my excuse of watching porn so he dug into his history until he found it. That man," he nodded his head towards Eren, "is one heck of an overthinker." Caspian shrugs. "Just saying." Then, he separates from the two towards the sports aisle of the doll store.
The two watch their baby brother pick up a male doll dressed as a soccer player with an impressed face. Aran shakes his head, leaving Caspian be, before facing his sister. "Leen, I doubt Dad will look deeper into this."
"Okay," Eren appears behind his kids, who jump an inch in the air at the sound of his drawling voice. "The doll is with the doctor right now. They're going to run some tests and they'll call us when it's married." All of Aran's self-convincing dissipate in thin air. Eileen freezes at the contained heavy breathing her father is doing since they entered the shopping district. "I mean, ready. They'll call us when she's ready. Ready. Such a funny word. Funny how people nowadays just claim they're completely ready. I thought it would take them years to realize they're ready but I guess I was wrong. Wrong and naive." Eileen and Aran don't dare exchange glances for fear of Eren sniffing out that maybe his second son has an inkling of his beloved daughter's predicament. "If you two will excuse me, I'll be making an important call."
The moment he walks out of the sliding doors of the store, Aran and Eileen share a relieved sigh.
"Important call? I bet it's Mom," Aran states.
Eileen groans. "Oh, great!"
Outside, Eren loses his blank facade. He puts his phone in his ear, the other side of the call already ringing. At the sound of the call picking up, he runs his hand through his hair, messing up his bun. "Honey," he all but breathed out.
You furrow your brows at your end of the call. Today is a busy day in the city hall and having your husband ring your desk telephone in the middle of it makes you straighten in your office. "Hey, honey, is something wrong? I didn't expect you to call at this hour." You look at the wall clock.
"Am I interrupting your work?" Eren asks.
"No, no. It's perfect timing actually. Uh, I just got out of a meeting." You meet eyes with your assistant outside of your office. Falco gestures to his desk, where a pile of files containing today's renovations around the city rests. You bit your lip to prevent a sigh from coming out. You point at the phone in your ear, hoping that the young man understands that you're talking to someone important. Falco nods, mouthing that you have ten minutes before you are needed by Darius Zackly. "You were saying, honey?"
Eren puts his free arm on his chest. "Do you know anything about Eileen?"
"What? Did something happen to her?"
"Does she talk to you about certain things?"
"Ren, please say it outright."
Eren ignores your request. "You know, about what goes on in her relationship with that raccoon-looking boy?"
"Oh, you mean with her boyfriend? Sometimes, yeah."
"And in those sometimes, did she mention anything about being ready?"
"Ren, what is this about?" Your tone is soft and Eren thanks you for it.
"You know how she never talks to me about anything ever since she started high school. I just," Eren sighs, "I just want to be a safe space for her to talk about everything and anything. Like how she is with you. It sucks that I'm always thrown in the dark when it comes to this stuff. I won't be mad at her, I hope she knows that. I want to be the cool dad who's chill enough to be okay with this." He trails off.
You smile. "But?"
"But I can't help but feel like she's growing up too fast."
"Yeah, I know, honey. To be honest, Leen didn't talk to me about it."
"What?"
"Mhm. I'm waiting for her to be comfortable enough to let us know. I had my suspicions and you confirmed it. Ren?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Just because this happened to her, it doesn't mean she changed. She's still our Eileen, Ren. Now, promise me that you won't say something that can hurt her."
Eren softens, his shoulders losing the tension. "I promise, honey. I love you."
He's pretty sure you're looking down with a small smile that reaches your eyes, one that paints your irises in little stars. "I love you, Ren." It gives him butterflies. He can't help but grin at those three little words that became a daily exchange between you two, so frequent yet still holds the same intensity of feelings that only solidified now that you have a family with him. If this was during college, nobody would catch the two of you throwing that phrase casually. You two (most specifically you) believe that it's too big of a deal.
With his day shifting brighter after his call with you, Eren saunters the store with animated steps and a small grin that crinkles his eyes. He spots his two sons conversing at a tea party table in front of the huge window overlooking the floor of the store. He raises his eyebrows when he sees that Caspian is holding a doll while Aran picks out a couple of sports uniforms from a portable drawer. Despite the rare sight, Eren's grin broadens, warmth tingling his chest. He walks towards the doctor's room where he left the broken doll, stopping beside Eileen, who took the role of listening to the doctor while Eren made the call.
"So, what's the prognosis, doc?"
The doctor jumps at his sudden appearance. The man's eyes widened at Eren's height, a good five inches over the top of the pretend doctor's head. "Oh, you must be the one who dropped her here. Well, as I was saying to this young lady here," he nods at Eileen, "we can fix most of Sina's broken arm but she may never gain full mobility around the joints because the company doesn't make those parts anymore."
"That's pretty good, right? She'll look exactly the same, no one will know," Eileen states with a shrug of her shoulders.
Eren slightly pouts. "I'll know."
If you're here right now, you would have glared at him until he apologized for the unnecessary comment and for brewing another argument.
The doctor shifts in his seat. "Uh---"
"I'm saying that I like her the way she was, she's the sweetest girl I've ever cared for since she appeared." Silence. Eren hastily adds, "When I saw her out of her packaging, that is."
Eileen takes a deep breath. "Dad, she's still the sweetest girl you've ever cared for."
"No, she's..." He remembers your words. "I'm sorry, doc, but I'm still processing the news." Eren narrows his eyes, though not in a threatening manner. "Can we get a little privacy while we talk about the possible solutions that can cure the damage to this little girl?"
The doctor blinks. "Oh, sure." He stands up and points at the next room. "I have to deliver bad news to a kid over there anyway. Might as well do it now instead of pushing it back."
Now that the father-daughter duo has been left alone, Eren faces Eileen. He stuffs his hands inside his pockets instead of crossing them on his chest. "Listen, Leen," he starts, his voice cracking a little. Eren clears his throat while his mind runs a hundred different sentences to assure his only daughter. He lays out the facts: Eileen is almost of legal age and he claims he's a cool parent that rivals you in any aspect of the kids' lives. He thinks of saying that sex is a part of everyone's growth. He's ready to tell her that he's there if ever something goes wrong. Instead of voicing out the very essence of what he's thinking, Eren says, "This might probably be for a little while. Why don't you check on the food court and see if they have empty tables that can fit us four."
Eren is an idiot.
Eileen feels like all air has been sucked out of her lungs. "Oh." She looks down, her fingers wringing the sleeves of her cardigan. "O-Okay, Dad."
Eren purses his lips. "Okay, kiddo."
She turns away, only to come back a second later to ask, "Dad, do you want a booth or a regular table?"
The brunet releases a breath. His entire demeanor softens. "Whatever is right for you, sweetie. I trust your decisions and I trust you." He opens his arms. He doesn't even have to beckon her because his little girl, the sweetest that he ever cared for since she appeared in his life, immediately buries herself in his embrace. Eren feels her nuzzle deeper in his chest. It takes everything in him not to burst into tears. Instead, he inhales the familiar shampoo you always buy for her --- watermelon and something floral. Eren kisses the top of his daughter's head, contented that his bond with her becomes tauter than it already is.
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"Hey, Dad," Caspian calls out to Eren while they're waiting for the doll.
Eileen and Aran left to get a free spot in one of the family restaurants around the shopping districts, the former's request was approved because Eren felt the need to be sentimental.
The tall brunet looks at his youngest and down to the doll in his hands. "Yeah, Cassie?"
"Can I get this doll?" He carefully lifts the doll for his father to see. He knows this requires a double take --- a thirteen-year-old boy who wants to buy a doll. Caspian watches as Eren uncrosses his arms and tucks them into his pockets. "Uh, he is an all-around kid who likes all kinds of sports. You see, his kit has free ten sports outfits, all of them I play since elementary. I want to buy this doll because if I feel like playing another sport this school year other than soccer, I can just change his clothes. Like a mood tracker but for my hobby. I don't know if you understand me but---" The youngest Jaeger stops when Eren wraps his arms around his smaller figure. "Dad?" His voice is muffled.
"Yes, Cassie," Eren nods, kissing his son's head. "You can get that doll, you can even get more outfits for him if you want."
"... Dad, one additional outfit costs seventy-five dollars."
"You can get that doll and his free outfits."
Caspian laughs. "Thanks, Dad. You're so cool."
Eren sways Caspian to an imaginary tune, relishing in the happiness he got because of this trip.
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im ur biggest fan!! also here to ask about a complete matchup 👀 idk what else to say mf uhhh from jjk, male, adult, you have access to pics of me 🧍‍♀️ (idk what else to say im a taurus?? intp?? stupid??) omg i like reading, baking, making jewelry, dream date probably a picnic or something simple like that or a barbes and noble run y’know? anyways ily
💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...itadorey!
ur my number one matchup fan!!!!! i hope u eat this up bestie ajskl also my formatting is a work in progress pls forgive me and enjoy <3
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[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!
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congratulations . . . ‧₊˚🪐༘✩ SUGURU GETO ₊˚🦦⊹♡
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⋆⭒˚。⋆ chemistry analysis . . .
i was so so so close to matching you with nanami, but then i was like wtf am i doing...geto is right there. i really think that you and geto would work well and look good together (let's pretend adult him didn't resort to genocide asjkl) considering his quiet nature and calm demeanor. he'd be a moment of peace during your days and would absolutely want to relax with you and let you vent for as long as you'd like— whether that was about relationships, work, or life in general, he's a shoulder to lean on.
once again considering that geto did not want to kill every non sorcerer and maintained his original personality, the two of you would have quiet days together where you'd likely have to babysit gojo— but hey, at least you're in it together. he'd share his favorite novels with you and always read your recommendations before picking up another book of his choice, and later give you a whole summary of what he loved and would change about the writing. we all know geto is the scholarly one between him and gojo, and his habits outside of sorcery more than likely reflect that.
my favorite thing that really made me want to pair you with geto, was your hobby for jewelry making. geto's a bit of a flashy guy with fashion, and he'd 100% turn to you whenever he was looking for a new pair of earrings or a stylish necklace to show off. there'd be times where he'd even ask you for tips on how to make his own creations— though he'll always prefer yours— and ultimately fail at replicating the finesse and skill you've already honed. he'd show off your jewelry as well, proudly stating that his partner created it whenever he receives a compliment on whatever he's wearing.
all in all, you and geto would have a very quaint and quiet life together— in which the only thing that matters is each other. you can associate each other with peaceful mindsets...until one of you has to fetch gojo from some sort of screw up he makes. your hobbies reflect that of each other, and you're proud to share passions and moments that are sacred between you. you could also stop him from committing genocide. geto would adore you and understand what a special person you are, which is all that you deserve and more. <3
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⋆⭒˚。⋆ a treasured moment . . .
"this seems to be a dry spot." geto nods in approval at the small patch of grass that avoided the light rainfall the night before, beneath a heaping willow tree that provides convenient shade from the sun showers above. as you stand basking in the heat of summer, he swiftly manages to lay out all of the goods you've brought to the park in mere minutes— record time!
lemon yellow picnic blanket? check.
woven basket full of sweet treats? check.
wine glasses with champagne? check (there's no occasion, you both just like getting tipsy).
"why don't you sit down and i'll take care of everything." his hands are in his hair, tying it up in a high bun whilst looking your way and insisting that he gives you the princess treatment. as if he's a culinary expert, geto handles the food with ease and places it in a stylish manner upon the blanket— to which you burst out laughing, much to his disdain. "what's wrong with it this time? i think it looks great!"
"you're so particular," you giggle and snatch a strawberry from one of the plates, "we're going to eat it all, so why make it look so pretty?"
he sighs and smiles as your face lights up from the sweetness of the strawberry. "i want it to look nice, that way we can take a picture and treasure this memory." oh, why does he have to be the sweetest man you've ever met? you're so lucky to have him (though he believes he's luckier to have you).
reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear, you grin softly at him. the look of love you share is nothing but wonderful, irreplaceable, once in a lifetime, and beautiful. if you, yourself, could name another wonder of the world it would be the love that the two of you share. "geto..." you whisper.
"every moment with you is one that i treasure."
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i hope u enjoyed this and i that haven't lost my touch for matchups (it's been so long asjkl) this was so cute to write AHHHHH i love him sm AND U
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carlsainz · 2 years
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Hi ! Can you write something with blanks when you are going on a date with him but it doesn’t go well (because he is clumsy) and he thinks he screwed it but you found it adorable and texts him after that you want to see him again 💕
THIS REQUEST AHHHH it got me screaming inside my head, i really love it and i hope you like this <3
inspired by the night changes' mv by one direction !!
nick was nervous. no, he was more than nervous. the wolverine's captain was thinking about all the worst case scenarios that could happen on your first date and it was making him even more nervous.
he liked you for real and nothing could go wrong or you wouldn't want to see him ever again, at least that's what he thought. the boys were chirping at him in the dressing room because of course they wouldn't let this opportunity slip.
on the other hand, you were very calm for your date with nick, which was a little unusual coming from you but you weren't complaining. you had the biggest soft spot in the world for this guy and it's like a dream coming true.
per usual, both of you spent the day texting each other in your free time and nick refused to tell you where you'd be going. he just told you to be warm, since it was winter, and dress casually.
that's how you end up on the passenger seat of his car, making small talk while he drives to the place only he knows. you could tell he was nervous and found it cute as hell, but you didn't tell him.
"pleaaaaase nicky, tell me where are we going," you tried one more time.
"i told you, you'll see when we get there," he was smiling.
"but i'm curious."
"wait just a little bit, i promise we're almost there."
"fine," you playfully snorted. " now tell me more about your next game."
nicky's smile widened as he kept saying more about the next game and the competition too. it's so good for him to see you excited, wanting to know more about his passion.
just as he promised, it didn't take long for him to park the car and open your door.
"an ice rink?"
"yeah, what do you think?," man, he was nervous.
"that's perfect nick, oh my god," you turned to him and he saw your eyes glowing with excitement. "i always wanted to learn how to skate."
giving one of his best smiles, he said "i can be your teacher tonight."
"i'd love to!" you grabbed his hand, going to where the skates were.
he helped you with your skates and it was so cute that you took a picture without him noticing.
"ok, we can go now," he said, standing up.
"please don't let me embarrass myself in front of everyone," you joked.
"relax, let's have fun and then we can go grab an ice cream after here."
"sounds good to me."
both of you walked to the rink and once you were there, he held your hand all the time, helping you get used to the skates and with the rink. after a few minutes, he took you to the middle of the thing, skating backwards and making silly faces to make you laugh.
you were more than happy and finding nick even better now after this time together. feeling confident, you let go of his hands.
"look nicky, i can spin now!"
he laughed at your enthusiasm and said "you're almost a pro now."
"come here spinning with me."
he held the hand you were reaching out to him and you started to spin together. both of you were giggling like two kids when you started feeling dizzy and lost your balance. it was so fast that nick couldn't hold you and you were already at the ice.
"oopsie," was all that you said.
"oh my god y/n/n, are you hurt?," his concern was more than evident in his voice.
you were laughing as you always do when you're nervous but managed to say "no, i'm fine, don't worry."
"of course i'm worried, are you sure you're fine? we can go find some–"
"seriously nicky, i'm alright," you laughed. "just help me to stand on my feet, i think they're looking at me."
he quickly helped you, holding your hands tightly so he wouldn't let you fall once again. after getting out of the rink and taking off your skates, he kept holding you hand until you reached the car.
"i'm really, really, really sorry that i let you fall," he was looking sad.
"hey, i already told you that you don't have to worry, i'm completely fine i swear."
he wasn't convinced but didn't say anything.
"now can we go get our ice creams?"
"of course we can," he tried to smile.
his head was a mess right now. i screwed up everything, she's not going to look at me ever again, he thought. little did he know that you were completely enchanted with him, more than before.
after ice cream and more talk, he took you to your dorm and asked once again if you were fine, which you confirmed once again. before he could go away, you kissed his cheek and watched as he blushed violently. he was so cute at this moment that you wanted to scream.
once he got to his room, he looked at his phone and saw a text from you.
hey nicky, i loved our first date! can't wait for the next one ;)
he thanked god for being alone in his room, because he completely melted after reading this.
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nblanks98 thank god you fell in love with me at the same time you fell on the ice, love you more
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summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?
pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]
genre: angst, fluff 
warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh
wc: 3.8k
a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3
Jake Sim is not a jealous person.
At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 
But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)
So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.
In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.
But he finds himself doing it anyways.
Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.
He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.
And again.
And again.
Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."
There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.
That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?
He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.
"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"
Fuck.
Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.
"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.
He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 
Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.
"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.
That's when he freezes. You do too.
You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.
"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"
He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.
Too many beats of silence pass by.
"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?
Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.
So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?
"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.
"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.
He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.
"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.
"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.
He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.
"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.
"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!
"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.
"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"
"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."
Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!
"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.
Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."
"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.
"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.
He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.
"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.
You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."
You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.
You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.
"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.
Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.
Then why does he feel so fucking awful?
He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.
Yup, he feels horrible.
"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.
"Fuck."
Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.
You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.
His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.
He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 
He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.
"Y/N?"
No response.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”
"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.
He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.
And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.
He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.
Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.
These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.
You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.
You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.
You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.
You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.
His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.
He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.
"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."
You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.
Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.
The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 
"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.
"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.
"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."
As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.
After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.
"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"
"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"
"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.
"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."
You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,
"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."
Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.
"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?
Jake Sim is not a jealous person.
No, he just loves you.
A lot.
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thebookreader12345 · 3 years
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Major Discovery
Pairing: Halstead Sister! x (Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton)
Summary: Y/N's informed that Jay is in the hospital, and at Chicago Med, she sees that Hailey is just as anxious as she is to find out if Jay's okay, which leads to her finding out about Hailey's feelings for her brother
Requested: Yes, by @stephie123
Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of injuries/near death
Word Count: 1,784 Words
Note: takes place during Mercy, Season 7 Ep 10 of Chicago PD
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"Nice save back there," Kelly acknowledged and pat my shoulder. "I didn't know there was someone left in the house."
"One of the perks of having a detective for a brother is that he taught me to observe everything," I tell my lieutenant. "So when I saw that family photo on the mantle, I knew there had to be one more kid in there somewhere. Please don't make it a big deal and tell the rest of the firehouse though. It was just an observation. Nothing huge."
Kelly held his hands up in surrender. "All right. I won't say a word." Just then, my phone started ringing from where I had just placed it on the Squad 3 table, and Jay's name lit up the screen.
"Speaking of the devil," I joke and accept the call, holding the device up to my ear. "Hey, Jay. What's up?" But the voice that responded wasn't Jay. I listened intently as a woman talked to me from the other side of the line, her voice ever so calm while I was freaking out. "Okay. Um, is Will already there?"
"Yes," the woman replied.
"All right. I'll be there shortly. Thank you," I say and hang up. As I lowered the phone from my ear, my hand began to shake, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" Kelly asked.
"That was the hospital," I mumble. "Jay was just shot. H-he's in surgery. I have to go."
Kelly nodded. "Of course. I'll talk to Boden. Go."
The whole drive to the hospital, I couldn't help but think of the worst possible outcomes of the situation. More tears brimmed my eyes, a few even slipping down my cheeks, which I hastily brushed away. In the parking lot, my car lurched to a stop in the nearest open spot, and as soon as I exited the vehicle, I was running towards the ED. Inside, I spotted the rest of the Intelligence Unit, all with somber looks on their faces. Among them was Hailey, Jay's partner, who I had grown close with the past few weeks. Between chatting about anything and everything at Molly's to talking discreetly about Jay behind his back whenever one of us had to go the others' place of work for something, we had developed a good friendship. And then I spotted my older brother Will, his red hair making him stand out easily in the crowd.
"Will," I call out and dodge a few cops to get to him. "Is Jay okay? Please tell me he's gonna be all right."
"I-I can't," Will confessed. "Because I don't know. Dr. Marcel has him up in surgery. He said the bullet grazed an artery, and he's lost a lot of blood."
"This cannot be happening," I whisper as my breaths started coming out unevenly. I wasn't that much of a stranger to panic attacks. I had a few of them in my teenage years growing up, plus a couple here and there as an adult. And right now, I was not looking forward to having one in front of all of these people. Thankfully, Will was there to help me through it.
"Hey," Will murmured and pulled me towards him, wrapping his arms around me to hold me close. "This is Jay we're talking about. He's a fighter. He's gonna get through this. And when he wakes up, the both of us are gonna be there for him, okay?"
"Okay," I sniffle. "But only after we give him hell."
Will laughed. "Deal. I've gotta get back to work now. I'm hoping it'll help me keep my mind off of this for at least another hour. You're more than welcome to stay in the doctors' lounge if you want to be alone."
"Thanks, but I think I'd rather stay here," I admit and glance back towards the packed waiting room, my eyes landing on the blonde detective sitting off to the side by herself. "I should talk to Hailey and see how she's holding up. But I'll see you in a bit."
"All right. See you later," Will confirmed and walked back in the direction of the ED. As soon as he left, I made my way over to Hailey and took the seat next to her, pulling my knees up to my chest so that my heals rested on my chair as well.
"Hey," I greet her. "You doing okay?"
"I should be asking you that," Hailey countered. "Jay's your brother."
"He's also your partner," I retort. "And to me, that means you're basically family. How are you holding up?"
Hailey sighed and rubbed a hand over her face, leaning back against her seat. "I saw him before he got shot. He was right next to me. I was gonna get him to safety, but he said he wanted to go help Angela, so I let him. I should've insisted that he come outside with me. If I did, he wouldn't be in this position."
"Hailey, this is not your fault," I console her. "Even if you insisted you get him back with the rest of the team, chances are he wouldn't have listened. That's just how Jay is. He cares too much for others, even when he shouldn't. So don't blame yourself for something you couldn't have stopped."
"Thanks, Y/N," Hailey mumbled and turned to face me. "Now it's my turn to ask. How are you doing?"
"Well, I'm not feeling the greatest right now," I answer. "This isn't the first time Jay's been in the hospital, and I know it won't be the last, but I just want it to get a little easier, you know? The other two times he was shot, it wasn't anything serious. But now...I knew with him being a cop he'd face danger on the job, but I never imagined that there'd be a time when I'd lose him."
"You're only worried because you love him," Hailey told me.
"So, what? You love him too?" I question playfully.
"Sure, just not in the same way you do. As a friend," Hailey clarified.
"Uh-huh," I hum quietly to where she couldn't hear me. "I uh, I'm gonna get a coffee. You want one?"
"Coffee sounds great," Hailey responded.
............................................
"Crockett, hey," I breathe out and join the doctor by the entrance to the ED. Hailey was a few feet behind me, also ready to hear the news about Jay. Unfortunately, the rest of Intelligence had a case, so they had to leave, but I was sure Hailey would deliver the news. "How's Jay?"
"I managed to stop the bleeding, so he's out of surgery and in recovery," Crockett informed me. "He's also awake and alert, but for the time being, only family members are permitted to see him."
"Go," Hailey urged. "I can wait."
"Okay," I say. "I'll come get you in a little bit. And then you can lecture Jay about never getting shot again."
Hailey cracked a small smile. "That I can do." So Crockett led me up to Jay's room, and when I got there, I saw that Will was already inside.
"Man, I thought someone finally managed to kill him," I joke to Will.
Will chuckled. "I know. Such a shame that he's alive."
"I hate both of you," Jay grumbled.
"No you don't," Will disagreed and turned to me. "I've got patients down in the ED that I've gotta get back to, so would you stay with him?"
"Boden gave me the rest of the shift off, so I will not leave his side," I announce. With that, Will left the room, leaving me all alone with Jay. I took the seat next to Jay's bed, and my eyes glanced at the sling my brother's arm was in, which didn't go unnoticed by Jay.
"What?" Jay quizzed.
"Nothing," I mutter and tear my eyes away from his bandaged shoulder.
"Y/N," Jay coaxed.
"You could've died, Jay. We just lost dad last year, and to lose you too..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say. But Jay understood, and with his uninjured arm, he reached out and took ahold of my hand.
"Listen to me," Jay requested. "You and Will are never gonna lose me. Never. Cause I'll always fight to stay alive for the both of you."
"And Hailey," I add in quietly.
"What was that?" Jay asked.
"Nothing," I lie and stand up. "I'm starving. Hailey's still down in the waiting room, so I'm gonna see if I can convince Crockett to let her up to see you while I'm eating. I don't trust you in hospitals by yourself. One way or another, you'll find some way to leave."
"Hospitals are terrifying," Jay defended. "I don't know how Will works in one. And Hailey's still here?"
"Of course she's still here. She's your partner, Jay. And she cares about you a lot. Now, I really do need to get something to eat, so I'll see you in a bit. Don't die while I'm gone," I call out playfully as I exited his room.
About half an hour later, I finished up my lunch in the cafeteria and went to go sit back with Jay, and when I got to my brother's room, I saw him and Hailey talking. The way Hailey was looking at him now, and the way she was talking about him earlier...I was pretty sure she had feelings for him. When Hailey noticed my presence, she drifted away from Jay.
"I uh, I've got to get back to the district," Hailey declared. "I'll talk to you later, Jay." Hailey then walked past me, but I knew I couldn't let her go. Not yet.
"Hailey wait!" I shout and follow after him. Hailey stopped in her tracks a hundred or so yards beyond Jay's room, and I was able to catch up with her. "You love Jay, don't you?"
"W-what?" Hailey stammered.
"I saw the way you looked at him. It's the exact same way my dad used to look at my mom," I explain. "I like you a lot, Hailey. And you'd be really good for Jay unlike Erin, who left him unexpectedly when he was going to propose. Just don't hurt him, please. I don't know how much more pain he can take. Physically and emotionally."
"I won't. I promise," Hailey pledged. As Hailey took off to get to work, I went to rejoin Jay in his hospital room.
"What was that about?" Jay implored.
I waved him off. "Nothing you need to worry about. So, dear brother, what are the two of us gonna do for the next day or two to keep busy in here?"
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Sorry if I'm being annoying, my friends doesn't message me anymore:(
BUT Gojo and the others setting up dear yuta and dd!r in a date?!
They would just pretend to hang out but they actually planned it, so when yuta got the idea on what they are doing, he called gojo on what they are planning. Let me set the scene here-
It was Saturday and Gojo had the idea to set yuta and y/n on a date, operation: Love nest. (I did google the meaning and it says "a place where two lovers spend time together, especially in secret." So let's go with it-) He had informed the others and agreed to the plan.
So he called yuta and y/n to ask them if they are willing to join to go out and have fun with the others which they agreed to meet up at the park.
As the two arrived at the park, they waited for about 15 minutes for them to arrive, yuta knew that Gojo can be late sometimes but it's so unlike for his classmates and his kyohai to be late as well so he decided to call Gojo in which he picked up immediately.
"Gojo sensei, where are you? The others haven't arrived as well, did something happened?" Yuta asked as he felt a tap on his shoulder to see y/n mouthing; 'is that Gojo sensei?', He nodded but his face suddenly turned confused when he heard the older man laughed at the other line.
"Ah, sorry yuta-kun for laughing all of the sudden, anyways enjoy your date with y/n-chan~" Gojo hangs up before yuta can respond, his cheek was painted with a pink tint color. He breathes, gaining composure as he turned around meeting y/n's gaze making his ears go pink a bit.
"what did Gojo sensei said?"
"W-well Gojo Sensei said he can't make it along with the others" he tried his best to not stutter in which he automatically failed.
"I was hoping to spend time with them, we kinda have been busy recently..." she smiled looking away for a moment but looked back at the boy with a brighter smile.
"But I get to spend time with you! You've been in overseas too much" she pouted and he can't help but give y/n a small laugh. She was right, he has been send to go overseas more often, he finally had a break to spend time with his fellow classmates.
"So I'm gonna take advantage of this opportunity to spend time with you! You need to take breaks" she added.
"alright, well what do you want to do?" He asked giving y/n the opportunity to choose on how the day will go.
"let's eat first! I really want to try cafe I've been eyeing recently."
After they finished visiting the cafe, they went to the mall to look around for a bit before they go back in Jujutsu high. y/n suddenly a cute keychain that reminded her of herself, without yuta knowing, she bought the keychain to gift it to him later.
They decided to walk around on the park a bit and y/n took this opportunity to give the keychain to him.
"Yuta-kun-"
"Y/n-"
They both said each other's name at the same time causing yuta to get flustered a bit but replaced with laughter as he heard y/n laughing.
"You say it first" yuta said.
"Well, I wanna give you something!"
"I was gonna give you something too"
Y/n can't help but giggle by the same idea they had.
"Let's give it to each other at the same time in..."
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They both showed the item at the same time revealing both keychain that reminded them of themselves. The two couldn't help but laugh at the same idea of giving each other keychains.
"When did you buy that?" Yuta asked as he slowly out his hand on his nape.
"when you were distracted, I wanted to gift you this so that you have a remembrance of me!" She smiled making his face blush a bit as they give their keychains.
"Thank you Y/n, I'll take care of it"
"Me too"
They started to head back when y/n suddenly stopped walking making yuta turn around seeing y/n thinking with her hand on her chin, she suddenly lifted her head like she finally knew what she was trying to remember something she forgot.
"it's like we're having a date" she said happily continuing to walk eventually passing yuta as for him... He was taken back from her words and his face was so red he looked like a tomato ready to explode.
"Yuta-kun, are you alright? Your really red."
"I-I'm fine, let's go back, Gojo sensei might be worried we haven't come back" he gave her a reassuring smile as y/n agreed and start heading back again.
When they arrived, y/n said her goodbye to yuta as she skipped making her way towards her dorm room leaving yuta processing what happened.
"You know, you wasted your opportunity yuta-kun" a familiar voice was made making him jump a bit as he turned around to see his sensei and the others.
"W-were you guys following us the w-whole time?"
"I'm surprised you didn't spotted us" maki said.
"Now, why didn't you take that opportunity!?" Gojo whined shaking yuta making him dizzy.
"I-it was just so sudden" he replied making gojo let go of the young man.
"at least you got something from her~" Gojo teased making yuta flustered as he walks away from the group.
"I'm sure he has his own time" Megumi suddenly butt in, "Salmon" inumaki agrees.
So they let mr. Lover boy choose when is the right time
Ajskdjdji I JUST MADE THIS UP AS I GO WITH IT! HAHSHS the idea of Gojo and the others setting yuta and dd!r is so funny why didn't I thought of that before XD
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.....gojo satoru setting a date up for the two of them? i- 💥💥💥💳💥💥💳
and is okey babes - same here lmao. but we can geek out togehter-
stop giving me ideas to write - i want to write this but i also have so much shit i need to do pfft.
ALSO TO ADD TO THIS- daydreamiong!reader dragging yuta into those photo boots where you can take pictures and decorate them before printing them? And her deciding to make those cute resin keychains with pictures in them to gift to Yuta before he leaves for another trip? And she is the one who loops the keychain on his weapons bag next to the cute keychain she got in?
idk if you have those photo boots overseas, but they are all over places in asia and I love to take pictures in them and decorate them with friends lmaoooo
Also Y/N will probably cling onto him the entire time because that's what she does and everyone will just assume they are dating from the outside cx but the rest of the students and Gojo are like,
"OH MY GOD JUST K I SS ALREADY!"
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avnkin · 4 years
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The Bet
Chapter 1 - Surfer Boy
JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: foul language, fuckboi!jj, underage drinking ya know the gist 
Word count: 2k
Summary: John B bets JJ that he can’t get kook princess Y/N Y/L/N to fall in love with him and not one to turn down a challenge JJ takes the bet unaware of the repercussions it would have. (I suck at summaries lmao i’m sorry)
(A/N): I wanna make this a series or at least a 2-3 part fic but I also have to write for the pogues and ughhh i’m so overwhelmed idk why I do this to myself,, someone send help. (gif by @rue-bennett​)
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“Okay- uhm, Sarah Cameron or Y/N Y/L/N?” John B questioned JJ as they sat at the front of the HMS Pogue enjoying the sun that shone down on the pair of them “easy Y/N” JJ asserted like it was the most obvious thing in the world, John B gave JJ a side eye “seriously, that girl seems so uptight, she needs a dick in her asap” John B chuckled taking another swig of the beer that was placed in his hand.
“You’re not wrong about that” JJ agreed, when John B suddenly had an idea mischievously staring JJ down who only shrugged, his face a question mark “what?” he finally asked glancing up at his best friend “I’ll bet you a hundred dollars that you can’t get her too fall in love with you within a month” John B dared, smugly looking over at JJ knowing he wouldn’t have the patience to be with a girl for more than an hour.
JJ wasn’t one to turn down a challenge, chuckling as his eyes met John B’s brown ones, staring each other down until JJ finally accepted the challenge shaking John B’s hand before saying “you’re on”.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror that stood before you, content with the fourth bikini you had tried on in the last ten minutes. Sarah had called you earlier asking if you wanted to join her and a couple of your other friends down at the beach, you weren’t one to turn down an offer like that so you got dressed before grabbing a bag that contained all the things you could possibly need for a beach day.
You quickly swung your bedroom door open calling out into the empty hallway that you were leaving only getting a small ‘okay’ in response from your dad, you rolled your eyes before making your way downstairs and towards the front door grabbing your car keys you headed towards your car and placed the bag in the passenger seat before starting it and driving down your long driveway towards the main road.
The weather was amazing and you’d spent the entire car ride listening to your ‘summer vibes’ playlist on Spotify belting out the lyrics to every single song as you drove down figure 8 and towards the cut.
When you finally arrived you grabbed your bag out of the passenger seat making your way towards your group of friends who were easy to spot amongst the crowds of people.
Sarah smiled when she saw you patting the empty spot next to her gesturing for you to sit down, you jogged over to them and immediately grabbed your towel and laid it neatly next to Sarah’s, quickly removing the clothes that covered your bikini.
“Damn Y/N, looking good” a sudden voice could be heard from behind you, you quickly turned around seeing JJ Maybank stand before you, he was infamous around these parts, best known for sleeping with girls and never talking to them again, you weren’t going to be one of his conquests, so you scoffed ignoring his flirtatious gestures as you sat down next to Sarah grabbing a white claw from the mini cooler your friend Lisa had brought with her.
This was going to be harder than he thought, JJ quietly spoke to himself eyes focused on your figure, he couldn’t deny it he liked what he saw, you were exactly his type but he knew if he was going to win this bet he couldn’t treat you like one of the many girls he’d been with, he knew you were different.
The weather was especially good today, your skin glistening in the sun rays as it shone down on you, “there’s gonna be a party down here tonight, we should totally go” you heard Sarah’s voice from beside you, you only shrugged not really feeling up to it knowing how those parties usually ended. “I think I’m gonna stay in tonight” you sighed propping yourself up on your elbows “no Y/N you’re not, you never go out with us come on it’ll be fun we can have pre-drinks at my house-” you raised your eyebrow at her cutting her off “come on don’t be such a party pooper” Sarah frowned giving you her best puppy dog eyes, you groaned letting your head fall back onto the towel “fine”.
The night quickly rolled around and you found yourself standing outside Sarah’s house. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, within seconds Sarah was stood in front of you grabbing your wrist and dragging you behind her into the house.
Music was blasting from Sarah’s bedroom, all of your friends had already arrived and started drinking greeting you with hugs and compliments as you walked in the door, the only one sober was Lisa since she had been assigned driver for the night.
It didn’t take you long to start feeling a bit tipsy after downing a couple of shots, since if you were being honest you were quite the lightweight.
You wore jean shorts that perfectly complimented your figure and a white bandeau top along with your white vans, you were quite content with the girl who stared back at you in the mirror feeling confident about yourself for what felt like the first time in a while.
You were feeling very lightheaded when Sarah asked Lisa to get going wanting to get down to the beach as quickly as possible, maybe drinking so much hadn’t been the brightest idea you had.
“Y/N come on we're leaving” Sarah slurred grabbing your hand and leading you out the front door and into Lisa’s black jeep. Music was playing loudly out of the speakers as you belted along with the lyrics rolling down the window loving the feeling of the wind in your face.
It was a short drive down to the beach which felt even shorter in your intoxicated state and as soon as Lisa parked you immediately got out of the car Sarah trailing behind you as you made your way towards the crowds of drunk teenagers.
You hadn’t been there long when you decided you wanted more alcohol and made your way towards the keg to fill your cup with yet another drink, this isn’t gonna end well you thought downing the liquor in what could only be described as record time. “Didn’t know you had that in you Y/L/N” a familiar voice sounded behind you, you quickly turned around being face to face with the all too familiar Maybank boy.
“Well there’s a lot you don’t know about me” you flirted raising the cup back to your lips, feeling the alcohol coursing through your veins give you a newfound confidence, he chuckled shaking his head as he got closer to you “wouldn’t mind getting to know you better princess” he hummed, his confidence evident in the way he spoke, princess the word fell so graciously from his lips causing your knees to weaken but you quickly composed yourself clearing your throat and stating “in your dreams Maybank”.
“Always” he replied taking one step closer to you, placing both arms onto the keg behind you trapping you between him and it. You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as you looked back up at him lips only inches away from his, in your intoxicated mind this was a dream come true, but your sober self quickly took over, you didn’t feel like getting your heart broken by someone like JJ, not tonight at least.
You pressed your index finger against his chest pushing him away from you, “you really think I’m that easy, huh?” you scoffed biting down on your lip as you made your way past him ignoring his lingering stare as he watched you walk away.
When you were almost out of sight John B came up behind JJ putting a hand on his shoulder “wanna give me my hundred dollars now before you embarrass yourself any further or?” he gloated chuckling at JJ who only gave him a glare in return.
“I’m only getting started, you just wait” JJ assured him eyes lingering on your figure as he watched you dance with one of your many friends he didn’t know the name of, “whatever you say big man” John B chuckled ruffling JJ’s hair before going back to Pope and Kiara who sat in a circle around the bonfire.
“Care to dance?” his voice could be heard again from behind you, you rolled your eyes “you never give up do you?” you challenged turning to face him “not my style princess” he smirked knowing exactly what he was doing “stop calling me that” you really hated being one of those girls boys thought they could treat however they wanted and you knew JJ was only trying to sleep with you and you weren’t going to be one of the many girls he played, having more respect for yourself than that.
“Listen JJ I’m not interested in sleeping with you so if that’s the only thing you’re trying to do go find someone else” you spoke bluntly, JJ feigned being offended at your words as his hand went up to his heart “wow Y/N I’m hurt that you would think so lowly of me”
“seriously? with your reputation?” you scoffed raising an eyebrow at the boy who stood in front of you “didn’t realize I had a reputation sweetheart, but I’m flattered that you’ve heard of me” you rolled your eyes turning to walk away from him, but before you could he grabbed your wrist preventing you from moving any further.
“Seriously Y/N I really do like you- I’m sorry if I’m coming off as an ass I’ve just- I don’t know never felt this way about a girl before, I want to get to know you” the lie fell so perfectly from his lips, his eyes stuck on yours not breaking eye contact once as to sell the lie even more.
You were surprised at his words you’d never talked to him before and now he was saying he liked you? it didn’t make any sense. “Come on Y/N one date, that’s all I’m asking and if you still think I’m an ass after that I’ll never bother you again alright?” he pleaded. You were tempted at his words, he seemed sincere, his brows contorting as he stared at you hopefully.
“Alright one date, that’s it” he felt a boost in pride, your words feeding into his ego, but he was careful not to show it smiling innocently at you as he took his phone out so you could put your contact information into it.
“Better not make me regret this” you warned handing him his phone back “I promise you, I won’t” he smiled turning to walk away, blowing you a kiss causing a small chuckle to slip past your lips, maybe he wasn’t as bad as people had told you.
JJ walked towards John B, his head held high as he threw him his phone with your contact information open “no fucking way” John B stated in disbelieve staring down at the number with your name above it “told you I could do it man” JJ chuckled sitting down beside him opposite Kie and Pope.
“Do what?” Kie asked taking a sudden interest in JJ’s radiating confidence “It’s nothing me and JB just have a little bet going on” JJ smirked grabbing the phone out of John B’s hand, “whatever” Kiara waved him off turning back to Pope.
JJ felt a hint of guilt as his eyes met yours and a blush crept onto your cheeks, your eyes quickly diverting from his and back to Sarah’s, only a hint though.
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vivisextion · 3 years
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I first saw Slipknot at age 14.
No one knows how I managed it. I'm not sure I even remember. These days, you have to be 16 or 18 to get into Standing areas. I do know I had to buy tickets on the phone, back in the old days (2005, that is). A singular ticket, too - none of my friends, not even the classmate who had gone with me to see Linkin Park the year before, was that into Slipknot.
But I HAD to see them. This was the Subliminal Verses tour cycle, and Vol. 3 was my first and favourite Slipknot album, even to this day. It's the reliable old warm blanket for my soul whenever I need it. It's on right now, as I write this.
My memory isn't that good, but luckily I unearthed a livejournal (livejournal!) diary entry about the event I made the next day.
August 16, 2005. I went right after school. I went to a very conservative Anglican secondary school, too. I tried not to get caught in the bathroom, as I coloured my nails black with permanent marker (I know, don't laugh) and changed into my standard metalhead baby outfit - Slipknot band shirt, black cargo shorts, and my pride and joy: steel-toe boots I somehow managed to cajole my parents into letting me own.
I caught the bus to the open-air war memorial park where the gig was going to be. I got there at 4pm, 4 hours early. A couple other maggots were already hanging around. I found myself surrounded by tombstones, and I read them all. It was the middle of the Hungry Ghost Festival, too - a very fitting time for Slipknot to pay a visit to this godforsaken hellhole of a small town I lived in. (Especially given the paranormal circumstances surrounding the making of Vol. 3.)
While I wandered around the venue (no security or sound guys were around at all), I spotted two white vans pull up to the stage, in the middle of a clearing. It was them! I spotted Joey and missed him by a hair's breadth. I was quickly ushered behind the stone archway entrance by security then.
(Funnily enough, while walking around, I got mistaken for Joey more than once. I am the same height as him, had the same long black hair, same pale skin, and was wearing almost exactly what he had been. One person claimed from behind, I was a dead ringer, apart from when I turned around, and they realised I was Chinese.)
It was soundcheck time. A sound guy testing the mics would say random things, like "testing one two three two one.... fudge fudge, I like fudge...." The band even did Purity, so us earlybirds were given a rare treat, and we screamed along from the entrance, and drummed our fists on the sides of nearby porta-potties. I hope no one was in there at the time. Whenever we got a glance of any of them, we'd scream and cheer. Finally they left again, but were soon to return.
This was the first time I'd been a part of the metal community. I was barely allowed internet in those days. But here, random strangers were friendly, striking up conversations like they'd been friends for years. Two big guys, called Trevor and Ted, looked out for me the entire gig after, keeping other big dudes from crushing me too much (I'm 5'3, remember). Other people commented on me being so baby, because I was only 14, and said they would take care of me.
When we were finally let in, right after the usher cut the rope, I ran in, screamed "WOOOHOOO!" along with a few friends I'd made. I only briefly stopped to receive this RoadRunner Records compilation CD from a roadie, then resumed running like a madman screaming and dashing into the VIP cage.
I was right up against the barricade - the first time I would ever be at a gig. People from assorted magazines and press took photos of us, and I think I got my photo taken about 10 times at least.
(This is how I got in trouble with my parents the next day. My photo had ended up in a local paper - you can see examples of that here. They had no idea what I'd been to see the night before, and were horrified when they saw what Slipknot looked like.)
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We saw Sid filming us from the stage with a camcorder and screamed at him. We saw Jim and screamed at him too, and he flashed the victory sign back at us. I remember Metallica playing at the time, another one of my favourite bands.
The concert was a brutal religious experience I will never forget. People with their arms outstretched, crying and screaming out loud, moving like the devil possessed them.
The new friends around me made sure I was alright after every song! There were huge guys fainting behind us who had to get carried out, but I endured, a tiny 14 year old child. We got a family speech as per tradition, of course. "Are you guys out there all looking out for each other? We're all one big family, and we gotta look out for each other." What Corey said held true - strangers hugged, shook hands, talked, and made friends. I was heartened by how close-knit the maggot community was. It really did feel like a family, and it's felt like that ever since.
Of course, I did my first Jump The Fuck Up. It is possibly the most euphoria I've ever experienced all at one go. (Later, in 2020, I was extremely disappointed that I didn't get to do it again in London.)
They did the death masks for Vermilion, and I remember Chris helping Sid fix his mask and shirt when they'd changed back. Sid hung out near Clown's drums for most of the time too, and hugged him from behind and just latched on at one point. It was pretty adorable.
Fun fact: The version of Eyeless you hear on the 9.0 Live album is from Singapore, as is Eeyore. There are very few photos and videos from the crowd of this gig, because in 2005, very few people had camera phones. The crowd at the Slipknot gig in 2020 was a sea of arms with phones, filming the gig rather than experiencing it. Yes, I'm going to be that cranky old geezer who complains about the good old days.
Joey as usual, was fucking amazing and never failed. However, due to the fact that I was right up front, only his tiny head was visible behind his vast drum set, I couldn't see him the entire gig.
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Amazingly, the government told Slipknot they were not allowed to do obscene gestures, curse, vomit (possibly due to the decomposing crow pre-show ritual), simulate humping on objects, throw faeces, or jump off stage (looking at you, Sid). I don't think our totalitarian government knew who they were dealing with, because watch what happens next.
Near the end of the gig, Corey tells the crowd “your government has given us a laundry list of things we aren’t allowed to do, your government has told us we are not allowed to swear”. Crowd goes “BOOOOOOOOO” and Corey goes “BUT WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!” And they launch into Surfacing, the last song. Everyone riots. Best night of my life.
You can find the setlist from that gig here. It had everything I wanted and more.
This story later got immortalised when Kerrang asked maggots for gig stories, for an article which came out in 2020. I had forgotten entirely, until people began messaging me to tell me, and one friend sent me a scan of it!
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On the way out, I managed to get a shirt. I remember calling my best friend at the time, and got everyone at the merch booth to go "IF YOU'RE 555 THEN I'M 666" for her. This shirt has since been lost to the landfill, because my Christian mother took it upon herself to dispose of it the first opportunity she got. Needless to say, our relationship is not very good.
After that, I even managed to get that Roadrunner compilation album they were giving out signed. The band was staying at the Carlton. Unfortunately, Joey wasn't there, neither was Clown, and Mick was swarmed by guitar nerds so, 6/9 it is. It is a great regret of mine that I'll never have anything signed by him, nor will I ever get to see him perform ever again.
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The next day, I went to school, my head swimming. Yes, I went to see Slipknot ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. I was a giant bruise, from my ribs and my chest, to my hips and knees, from being slammed into the barricade like a screen door in a hurricane. Most of all, my sore, headbanged-out neck could barely hold my head up. Classmates thought I had been in a fight. I was torn between battle-scarred exhaustion and hyperactive ranting about the most amazing gig of my short life (it still is, to this day). When teachers spoke to me, I wanted to reply, "Fuck trigonometry! I've just seen SLIPKNOT. Do you not understand that my world is different? Do you not understand that *I* am now different?"
My country was a small, conservative town that Slipknot had graced with their unholy presence. Corey Taylor once said that where he grew up in Iowa had a way of making a 16 year old boy feel like a 36 year old man (or something to that effect). I felt that in my weary bones as a teenager, being from a place just like that. Years later, Watain would run into worse trouble, and wouldn't even be allowed to perform. The Christian stranglehold is stronger than ever. It was a good thing that back then Slipknot had the element of surprise, striking serpent-fast and choking this society by the neck for a too-brief time, before they departed.
After that, my desire to play the drums only grew like a weed. Joey Jordison had, has, and will always inspire me as a drummer, and seeing the beast live (or what little I could spy behind the massive riser) had only spurred me on. I had always been a noisemaker, be it driving my parents mad with chopsticks on pots and pans, or driving my teachers mad with pencils on my desk. But of course, my parents wouldn't have any of it. I'd have to wait a good 14 more years before I'd be able to afford lessons and later, a kit of my own. Better late than never, right?
There will never be enough words to describe the impact Joey has had on my life. And it isn't just Slipknot, either. I could write another essay on his time with the Murderdolls and its influence on my own gender-non-conforming ways. Suffice to say, my wardrobe doesn't look too dissimilar to his during the early Dead in Hollywood days.
I told my boss I could not come into work today. I was grieving. I said that my music teacher died, as I didn't think she'd understand the magnitude of my loss. In a way, it's true. And I am not the only one Joey has nudged on the path to being a musician, that much is certain. To the rest of us, I wish strength and love for you in this difficult time. The best way to honour Joey, who truly loved music, both the creation and appreciation of it, is to pass that gift on. Teach it to someone. He is the reason I picked up the sticks in the first place, and one day, they'll be handed on, the heavy metal baton for the next generation.
And finally: remember that the ones we have lost are never truly gone.
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Vinnie
P.S. See if you can spot me in the crowd photos in this post!
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