#gimme the door code

[cosmicbash]

So, anyways, as you might know theres this new official MGK Discord Server and as obsessed as I am about EMGK I started mentioning it there. And suddenly two different people were like "ohh you mean like on Tumblr?" and "lmao I wonder if cosmicbash is on this server" and I might just have died a little bit on the inside cause they knew what EMGK was in the first place and I suddenly felt so seen.

And also: damn, ur name is iconic in this fandom! :D

(anon, cause I dont want some of the people I talk to on Discord to find my Tumblr main hahaha)

I kinda want the link so I can pop me head in and snoop and by snoop I mean steal all the pics of Kells I'm sure are posted in their for art and fic reference. I'm sure it's a goddamn treasure trove.

Maybe sneak me it in the dms anon. I'll keep your secret if you keep mine 🤫🤐

[sturniqlo]

VALENTINE'S DAY- SHY!MATT X SHY!READER

summary: matt and darlings second valentine's day together

cw: SMUT; unprotected p in v, face riding, oral!f!receiving, handjob (kinda), creampie, use of "good girl" (said once), + some FLUFF; cute couple shit😔

an: surprise!!! i missed matt and darling and they missed you too | also this is darlings underneath surprise for matt

masterlist | shy!matt x shy!reader | join my taglist

"okay, put this on." matt held up a bunny sleeping mask he had stolen from darlings room. "what?" she raised an eyebrow and stared at him. the two were currently sat in matt's car parked in front of the cabin they were staying in for the long weekend.

a couple of weeks prior, matt had decided to book a cabin for valentine's day, since it was presidents' day weekend they had an extra day. "put it on, please." he tried to hide his smile. darling hesitated, but eventually gave in. "okay, you better not leave me stranded somewhere." she giggled as she slipped the eyes mask on. "i'd never do that." he squeezed her hand lightly. "wait here, i'll open you the door."

exiting the car, he closed his door and made his way to the passenger side. "gimme your hand, pretty." he held his hand out. "matt, i can't see, silly." she smiled, her hand trying to find his. "oh- right." he blushed, capturing her hand in his. "okay, step out—careful." matt looked down to make sure she wouldn't step on anything that would make her lose her balance.

"c'mon, just hold on t'me." he said and her hand came to grip the red sweater he was wearing. his sweater matched darlings red sweater with white hearts.

before coming to the cabin, they had spend the entire morning and afternoon together. they exchanged their valentines gifts and went to a nice and cozy breakfast place. for lunch, darling made matt's favorite meal and they ate at her house. from her house, they packed up matt's car and went for a quick grocery run and then arrived at the cabin.

"alright, watch your step. there's a small flight of stairs." matt warned her and helped her up the four steps. "let me open the door." he let go of her arm and entered the code for the door. matt hadn't actually seen the inside of the cabin, and he was met with pink and red rose petals along with small candles in the entrance.

"you can take it off now." he stepped behind her and closed the door. darling slowly lifted the eye mask and gasped. "matt—" she smiled, her eyes darting around the heart shaped balloons and rose petals on the floor. "wha— how?" she turned to him with a huge smile on her face. "remember how i went to my dorm to pack?" she nodded. "i actually came here to do this. you like?"

"my love," she pouted. "i love it." her bottom lip quivered. "hey—hey, why're you crying, darling?" he wiped away the stray tears that fell from her eyes. "i'm so happy. this— it's so nice and- ughh! i just love you." she wrapped her arms around his neck. "i love you." his arms came around her waist and he pressed a few kisses on her hair. "you haven't even seen the best part, yet."

"there's more?" she looked at him, her eyes still glossy. "for you always." he pecked her lips. "c'mon." he held her hand and walked her to the dining area. as they approached it, darling could the room glowing. rounding the corner, she saw how he had decorated. "oh matt. it's so pretty." she stared in awe. there was balloons along the windows, a table with rose petals and many pictures of them, and the dining table was set so beautifully.

"thank you." she turned to him, jumping on him and of course he caught her, he always did. "thank you, thank you, thank you." she repeated as she pressed kisses on his face, leaving faint kiss marks behind. "anything for you, i mean it." he scrunched his nose as she left a peach there. matt was able to catch her lips in a passionate kiss as she pecked them. "i love you so much, pretty girl. happy valentine's day." he spoke against her lips. "mm—happy valentine's day, baby. i love you more."

what was supposed to be a quick kiss turned into a heated make out session. matt's hands that held her up were squeezing her ass over her jeans, her hands were tugging thag the hair at the nape of his neck.

"please— let me show you how much i love you, yeah?" he pulled away, his lips red and swollen. "yes— mhm, please." she nodded, her lips coming up to his neck to kiss the skin. matt wasted no time in taking them to the bedroom. the dinner matt had brought earlier crossed his mind, but he didn't care. he could order something new.

as he gently kicked the door open and the bedside lamps were on from when he had first came here. "i was supposed to show you this later, but now is a good time." he gently placed her back on the floor and she saw the rose petals on the bed in the shape of a heart. "you're just perfect aren't you." she smiled, turning back to him. matt chuckled, and grabbed her by the waist. "speak for yourself." his lips dipped down to kiss her neck and he guided her backwards to the bed.

matt pushed her lightly and laid her down on top of the petals. "we're ruining your masterpiece don't you think?" darling gave him a teasing smile. "you really think i care about that when i have you in front of me?" his warm hands slid underneath her sweater. "i guess not." she giggled.

"can i?" matt asked when her sweater was pushed up just underneath her bra. she held back a smile knowing what she was wearing underneath. it was the first time she had actually worn sexy lingerie, as much as she was excited, she was nervous. when matt pulled the sweater up and off her body he groaned when he saw her lacy yet see through bra.

"holy shit, baby. you really are perfect." he threw his face on top of her skin just above her boob. "you like it?" she said quietly. "i fucking love it. you look so pretty." he planted a few kisses on her skin. "does that mean?" he came to a realization and his fingertips went to the hem of her jeans. "matching underwear." she nodded, and blushed. "fuck— can i see?" darling nodded. "go ahead." she gave him permission.

darling didn't have time to blink and matt already had her jeans off. "oh my god. you're killing me here." his fingers raked over her front of her underwear. matt threw her jeans on the floor to meet with her sweater. "so beautiful, so perfect, all mine." he muttered against her warm skin as he kissed up her body. his soft, warm kisses made her whine softly as she wanted more.

matt pulled away, and took his sweater off. "want you so bad, pretty girl. let me have you please. fuck— let me taste you again" he practically whined against her neck, his fingers teasingly nudged her clothed slit. her arousal had damped her underwear. "please, yes— please." she nodded her head, shifting on the bed a bit and she could already feel the rose petals sticking to her.

he slowly kissed down her neck, stopping that the top of her breast and kissed over the mesh material. with his other hand, he brought the material down to expose her tits. his lips wrapped around her hardened nipple and he swirled his tongue around it, while the other one was occupied by his fingers. "oh— matt." she gasped, her hand came on top of his guiding it to squeeze her harder. "you were made for me, my love. so fucking perfect, so perfect." popping off, his hands never left her tits as he continued to trail kisses down her body.

his kisses ended just above her core. she could feel his warm breath so close to her, so close. "let me take my time with you, show you how much i love you, especially today." he kissed and nipped along her inner thighs. matt's arms wrapped around her thighs as his head was caged in. "but—" she whined, trying to roll her hips to get closer to him. "i know, i know." he cooed, sucking so close to the edge of her covered pussy.

"want you to remember this night, wanna show you how special you are." his right arm unwrapped from her thigh and he pulled her panties to the side, seeing her glistening pussy in the warm light. "so wet for me, aren't you." his forefinger nudged her puffy clit. "matt, baby." she watched how he brought the same finger up to his mouth to taste the but if arousal. "so sweet like always." his finger went in for another dip, but this time, he swiped it up from her hole to her clit, collecting much more.

"mm, so good." he licked his finger clean. finally, he dipped down and licked up her slit. "yes— yes matt." her hands few to his hair. his nose nudged her clit and he licked her. it was as if her hips had a mind of its own and started rolling against his face, trying to get as close as possible. matt pulled off her pussy. "no, matt. wha—" she almost cried. "it's okay. want you on my face, sit on my face." her face turned more flushed.

"are you sure? what if i suffocate you." she said and matt crawled up to her, his face above hers. "you won't, but if you do i wouldn't mind going like that." he smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips. "matt—" he cut her off. "please, i promise it'll be like last time." she bit the skin on her lip, thinking and remembering how good it did feel, her hips rolling against his face, his nose nudging against her clit as his tongue dipped in and out of her hole.

"okay, okay." she nodded, matt moved away to let her sit up. matt went to lay on the pillows and noticed a few rose petals on her back as she unclasped her bra. "you got a little something on your back." he giggled, reaching out to pluck them off. she thanked him and discarded her underwear. crawling up to him, she straddled his lap and leaned down to kiss him, she could taste herself on his tongue.

his hands came down to knead her ass. "c'mon, get on my face." matt gave her a light slap on her ass cheek. she gave him on last kiss before moving up to straddle his head. matt almost groaned when her pussy was so close yet so far from his mouth. he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her and bringing her down to his mouth. "oh! matt- yes— mhm, just like that." her hips rolled against his face, her hands came went to hold on to the headboard.

matt looked up at her and saw her blissed out face, her eyes were closed and her jaw was slacked, little moans and whines slipping out of her. "feel good, baby? because you taste amazing." his tongue lapped at her wetness. "feels so good, matt." she managed to let out.

many, many sucks and licks later, her thighs began to ache. "i- i can't." she whined. matt gave her core a open mouthed kiss before speaking. "it's okay, i got you." he patted her hip and she laid next to him. "you alright, pretty girl?" he rolled to his side, his hand running through her hair. "mhm." she nodded, a flushed expression on her face. "i want you." darling pouted, and matt crawled on top of her. "fuck— i want you too." he muttered against the skin of her collarbone. her fingers trailed down his happy trail and tugged on his jeans.

he nodded, granting her permission. she unbuttoned his jeans and matt kicked them off, leaving him in his boxers. "so hard, baby." she palmed him over. "you're killing me, baby." his head fell in her neck. darling gently pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out in between them. "fuck." he groaned as she wrapped her hand around him.

"please, matt." she looked up at him through her lashes, her hand moving up and down his length, pumping him for a good while. her thumb circled around his leaky tip and his hips jerked "shit—" he bit down in her neck. "i need you." he kissed her neck and she removed her hand from his dick and spread her legs. "ready f'me?" he looked at her, and he stroked his cock a few times.

he sat up on his knees and grabbed her thighs pulled her towards him. with a shriek and a giggle, darling wrapped her legs around him. "mhm, m'ready." matt held his cock and ran the tip up and down her wetness. "matt." she whined impatiently, rolling her hips trying to get more.

"okay, i'll stop." he giggled as he lined his tip up with her hole. slowly, he pushed himself in, feeling her warm walls suck him in. "oh, baby. you're so tight, so warm." his mood instantly changed. "fuck— you're so big." she whined, pulling him down so she could wrap her arms around him.

once he was all in, he stood still for a few seconds so she could adjust to his size. "you can move." she whispered in her ear. "y'sure?" he kissed her cheek. "mhm." matt began to rock his hips into her. he soon picked up his speed and the roll was filled with their moans and the sound of skin slapping together.

"feel so good around me— yeah, shit— keep squeezing me like that." he groaned, kneading her tit in his hand. "matt, matt— oh my god!" he hit that spot deep in her. "it's so good, you're so good. love you so much." she whined, her nails digging into his back. he hissed— in pleasure. "scratch me up, baby. m'all yours. mark me as yours."

his hand trialed from her tits, down to where they were connected and toyed with her clit. "yes! fuck— yes, matt." her hips rolled against his. "darling, i want you on top of me. i'll do the work, promise." he kissed her lips down to her jaw, lightly nipping. the feeling of his fingers on her clit and his continuing thrusts only let her nod.

the thrusts slowed down and he gently pulled out. matt laid on the bed and grabbed her pulling her on top of him. he wasted no time in putting his cock back into her. darling instantly moaned at the new angle. he felt even deeper inside of her. "feels better?" his hips thrusted up into her, his hand came up to her face to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "mhm— so deep." she nodded.

"i love you." matt's hands trailed down her back, feeling a few petals on her back, and his hands landed on her ass to caress her skin. "i- mm- i love you." she kissed his neck. "matt— harder, please. need it harder."

"yeah? want it harder, baby?" he asked as he picked up the speed, "o- just like that! fuck!" the sound of their skin slapping echoed in the room. "i'm- i'm so close. don't stop, don't stop." she whined into his neck. "want you to cum all over me, darling. wanna feel you cum around me." he kissed her hair, his cock buried deep in her.

matt could feel the familiar pressure building up, but he wanted her to cum first. "can feel you squeezing me. you're so close, aren't you." all she could do was nod against his neck, her breathing heavier than ever.

all of a sudden matt felt her go tense and he knew she was cumming as her legs began to shake. "there we go, good girl." he praised her, as he felt incredibly close to his orgasm. "fuck— i'm so close. where do y'want it." he held his eyes from rolling back. "in me, want you to come in me." she said tiredly, yet still moaning. "oh... s- shit." his hips stilled as spurts of his cum painted the inside of her walls.

"holy shit— happy valentine's day, pretty girl."

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ additional authors note ࿐ྂ

happy valentine's day from ME :D i love each and every single one of you guys!! i had so much fun going on a date with matt today ;).... jk :(.... but if ur like me and have no valentine this year... you're my valentine🌷

[slowdrawl]

Shear Luck | joel miller x f!reader | [masterlist] {18+ minors DNI}

|part 2| Smoke and Smirnoff | 2.8k words|

Joel Miller, a single dad, came into your salon for a haircut, but he never expected to leave with a crush. Sarah's alive, tension's are high, the jokes are bad and the chemistry is crazy!

Fluff ?✔️ Slow burn? ✔️ Age gap? ✔️ Puns? ✔️

sprinkle in a little bit of smut 🔥 and dbf!joel energy and BOOM. You got this sweet-feel good fic.

“You open the fridge door, catching the pack of Smirnoff Ice in there—giving you a dumb idea and you snicker to yourself, giddy like a teen. ‘Hey—’ You grab the drinks and whip around, launching one in his direction ‘Get Iced big guy!’ He leans for it, stumbling a bit into the counter but catches the bottle and gives you an unimpressed look—but you can see the smile creeping underneath. ‘You’re a menace, know that?’ he says, twisting off the cap and getting down on one knee. ‘You ever act your age before?" |A/N I'm so happy that y'all liked the first part of this lil series, your comments and reblogs are giving me life!! (plz gimme more) This story is so cute and self-indulgent for me, I'm having an absolute blast with it!!! hope you like this next part! 🥹

Warnings: Mild language, flirting, fluff, puns, age gap (Joel's 38, reader's 23). eventual smut, alcohol use, YEARNING.

The backyard is chaos, with hordes of kids from the block running around, throwing bocce balls like baseballs, splashing in the pool, and screaming. The grill is hot, smoke filling the air, your dad stands beside it smiling big, Corona in one hand, spatula in the other; flipping burger after burger.

You and Kim are lounging in camping chairs next to the fence, half covered by the shade, with drinks in hand. You’ve been catching up on gossip, you—work, her—school, it's a good day, easy, warm. A playlist of stomp-and-holler, country, and as always—dad rock blaring through speakers, one of your dad's favourite mixes. The drinks are going down easy and nobody’s blown themselves up yet, so it’s wins all around—until your stomach drops.

Sarah sees you before he does, and she tugs his arm—hard, skipping towards you. You turn, locking your eyes with Kim, who gives you a questioning look, then moves her eyes up to them, quickly making the connection.

He looks even better in natural light, no fluorescence to dull the golden hue of his skin, his hair glows amber in the sunlight; which looks fuckin’ perfect still, thanks to you… and pomade.

He’s swapped his regular uniform of jeans and flannel for the BBQ equivalent, some kinda’ athletic shorts, and a very ‘dad-coded’’ button down. He looks a little like a tourist, but a hot tourist nonetheless.

“Oh no fucking way, that’s him isn’t it?” She says, jaw wide, then smiling at you.”God damn, girl, dilf is right! I’d hit it!”

“I knew he looked familiar. ‘Course he's fuckin’ buddies with my Dad—so cool—love this for me.” Your throat feels dry, stomach woozy, and it's not from the heat or the vodka.

Your eyes connect from across the yard—shifty like you don’t know if you should act like strangers or not, Sarah would blow that one pretty quickly anyway.

You slam what's left of your drink and brace for impact, they’re closing in quick, and you try to shake it off and act cool.

“Hey, trouble,” he says, his smile too fuckin’ smug right now, “told you you’d figure it out,”

“If you wanted to see me outside of the shop you could have just asked, Joel, didn't need to stalk me to my damn house,” you bite, holding back your own grin, head shaking in disbelief.

You reach for Sarah, tugging her close and covering her ears, looking up at him to say “un-fuckin-believable!” just loud enough for her not to hear you.

He just smiles, shit-eating grin on his face like he’s proud, like he's won some game—Sarah pipes up, “Dad you’re staring again, weirdo, stop flirting.”

Joel looks down at her and glares, dad mode setting in, “go play with the other kids, brat.” but he can’t keep his face straight. He's smiling through harsh words, face flushing “Beat it before I throw you in the pool.” Sarah just lets out a huff, rolls her eyes at him, and walks towards a group of girls sitting on the edge of the pool.

“So you’re the old guy.” Kim chimes, “I’m Kim,” she holds her hand out towards him and you shoot her a death glare.

That little bitch!

Joel’s expression falters for a second, but he still gives Kim a firm handshake before shifting his gaze to yours, “Old guy? Damn, kid. I’m hurt.” he says, pouting and clutching his chest. He looks back to Kim, “What's she been sayin’ bout’ me? I bet you she's lyin’.”

Kim stares back at you, half-apology, half-mischief in her eyes. “Not, tellin', don’t think she was lying though.” She lifts her hand to her mouth, motioning like she's zipping it closed and throwing the key away.

The backyard continues to hum, more neighbors trickling in as the afternoon goes on. Kids shrieking, playlist pumping out Eagles and Van Halen like it's a legal requirement, firecrackers popping. You’re perched on the edge of your camping chair, Kim’s smirking beside you, and Joel’s standing there, with—you guessed it, his hands in his fucking pockets again. He’s looking far too good in the afternoon light, thanks to you and your expert eye for detail when it comes to men’s grooming. Sarah’s playing marco polo in the pool with her new crew, leaving the three of you sitting in this weird little triangle of tension and teasing.

Eventually, your dad wanders over, Corona sweating in one hand, spatula waving like a conductor in the other. He takes a good look at Joel, squinting and tilting his head. “Who did that to your hair man? Shoulda’ let her do it,” he points to you with his beer, “looks like someone let Edward Scissorhands loose on you, bet she could fix you up.”

Joel's eyebrows shoot up, he rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tic you’ve already clocked as his tell. “That so? Maybe I should try her out, huh?” His eyes dart to you, quickly, like he’s trying to test the waters.

You choke on your beer laughing, leaning forward in your chair, tipping it on the front feet.

Yeah, no fuckin way I'm letting that slide, fat chance.

“Ouch, thanks for that one, asshole. Guess we can call me Eddie from now on.” You shoot your dad a mock glare before you swing it back to Joel, smirking. “You don’t gotta play dumb for me, Miller, let him have a taste of his own foot—I saved your life with that haircut and we all know it.”

Your dad blinks, looking at you dumbfounded while the gears turn in his hopp-filled brain.

“Wait, you cut it? How the hell do y’all know each other?” he asks.

“So, there's this thing about being a hairdresser, dad. You sometimes cut strangers' hair,” it comes out real cocky, “and then eventually, they stop being strangers and turn into clients, and sometimes they happen to be buddies with you!” You explain it real slow, like he's six—just to piss him off.

“You’re a fuckin’ smart ass, kid. When did this happen?” his eyebrows are raised, facing Joel instead of you now.

“Went in a few weeks back, then the other day, Sarah’s been on my ass for looking like a lumberjack, and your kid’s pretty good with the scissors, didn’t lose an ear or nothin’!”

“Pretty good,” you mock his drawl, leaning in a bit closer so your knee is brushing his shin, “I made you go from looking like someone got at you with a weed-wacker, to a pretty solid candidate for a GQ cover. You’re fuckin’ welcome, by the way.

Kim’s vibrating with laughter in her chair, slapping her knees, “She’s got you pegged, Joel, I knew she was right when she—” You elbow her in the stomach before she says another word. You don’t need her incriminating you further, especially not with your dad around.

Joel’s lips twitch into a smile, showing off that dumb dimple, “GQ huh? Damn, that's why you charged me double, huh?”

“Damn, straight! Deserved every fuckin’ penny too,” you fire back at him, grinning, “can’t forget that I also had to put up with your grumpy ass. Twice—and the sawdust, it's like you dunk your head in it for fun or something.”

Your dad laughs, thoroughly entertained by the banter between the two of you, having but a clue of how hard y'all are flirting right now.

Bless his heart, sweet, sweet, summer chi—dad.

“I shoulda’ told you to go see her sooner, maybe you’d ave a girlfriend by now.” He nudges Joel’s shoulder playfully, “Glad you found the best in town! She’s been doin’ my hair since she was old enough to hold scissors without cutting her knuckles off.”

Joel just nods, playing it cool, but his eyes linger on you too long. “Guess I got pretty lucky, maybe I’ll have to set up monthly appointments—get me that girl you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” His eyes dart to yours, stupid sparkle in them.

I hate this old man…I need him.

“Oh please do.” You say in a sickeningly sweet, mocking voice. “You keep coming in every three weeks and I’ll be able to save enough to open my own shop,” you wink, “plus, I think Sarah’d appreciate not being seen with a raggamuffin at school drop-off.”

Your dad keeps laughing, slapping his hand on Joel’s shoulder. “Yeah man, better keep her on speed dial. She’s got magic hands!” He wanders back to the grill, that's smoking considerably more now.

“Magic hands, huh?” Joel mutters, low enough that only you and Kim can catch it, his drawl teasing you.

You lean into him, real close smirking, “Don’t you remember purring when I washed your hair? Don’t act like you didn’t already know I know how to use em’.”

Kim giggles, dramatically fanning herself before standing up and announcing, “I’m gonna leave you kids alone, feels like I’m… interrupting.” She gives you a cheeky grin like she's saying ‘get it, girl’. “If you need me, I’ll be getting drunk, I came here to drink and eat, not be a third wheel.” She stumbles her way towards the house, not bothering to look back, saying “Don’t do anything I wouldn't do!

“Pretty low bar, Kimberley!” you holler back, and Joel snorts.

You watch her nearly break an ankle on a bocce ball as she looks over her shoulder, before half screaming, “Use protection!” Shaking her head all the way inside.

You cringe, checking to see if your dad noticed her—but he’s distracted, yelling at some kid to stop throwing watermelon rinds in the pool. Your hand meets your face in embarrassment, feeling the heat creep to it before you get the courage to look at Joel again. When you do he's still grinning like an idiot.

“Sorry they’re—”

“Fun!.” He interrupts you. You can see a faint blush crawling up his neck and he reaches for his nape again.

“Yup… that's a word for it.”

You slouch back in your chair and Joel offers to grab you another drink, which you immediately accept. You watch as he walks over to the pool to check on Sarah, who’s on some kid’s shoulders, playing chicken, curls slick to the side of her face, beaming with joy.

You find yourself staring, and then smiling as you watch him knock her off the kid’s shoulders, embarrassing her. When she resurfaces from the water, she splashes him and shakes her curls like a dog after a bath; spraying water damn near all the way over to you.

After a few minutes, he comes back, drinks in hand, pulling the chair next to you closer and settling in, “You’re trouble, you know that?” he says, voice dropping low, taking a swig of his beer.

“Only the good kind,” you say, nudging his knee with yours. “So, when you gonna stop playing coy and ask me out to dinner like a grown-up?” you ask him like it's no big deal, thanks to the booze in your blood.

He chuckles, shaking his head, molasses eyes shimmering in the waning sunlight.

“We’ll see darlin', be patient.”

The yard is still buzzing, a constant stream of burgers and hotdogs leaving the grill, it feels like the whole town has been through to eat dinner tonight; you’re surprised Dad hasn't had to change the propane tank. The sun starts to dip down low, casting warm shadows over the grass. You and Joel sit, drinking, knees touching, watching the sunset slowly getting painted like some instructional Bob Ross scene—happy little streaks of pink and gold filling the Austin sky.

You’re half-buzzed, feeling bold enough to push, so you do. “Patience huh? Pretty rich coming from a man who fidgets as much as you.” You point at his hand, tapping away at the beer bottle, and then you place your hand to stop the absentminded shaking of his knee.

“Hey now,” he looks at you, furrowing his brows and pouting. “Gotta keep em’ busy, idle hands, trouble—you know the drill.”

“Oh yeah, I’m the trouble expert here, we established that,” you giggle. A young boy sprints through the narrow gap between you two, holding a sparkler, damn near lighting one of you on fire as he does, causing you both to flinch. “Fuckin’ warzone out here!”

He chuckles, looking toward the pool to find Sarah, she's wrapped up in a towel. Hanging with a gaggle of kids her age blowing bubbles, all with popsicle mustaches—red 40 for sure.

“Is anyone even running this circus at this point?” you ask.

Joel points to your dad, who’s on hour four of standing at the grill, batting a kid's hand away from grabbing a hotdog with his bare hands off the grates. “Don’t think so, might need a new ringleader.”

“I vote you do it, you even look the part, I'm sure we could find one of those stupid jackets!” you wheeze rocking your chair, “Can picture it perfectly, top hat n’ everything.”

Joel just laughs, shaking his head at the ground and smiling, muttering a low “stupid fuckin’ jokes.”

You both just watch the chaos for a minute before you groan, “Okay circus master, need a top-up, wanna be a hero?” You flip your empty beer bottle upside down, looking at him for an answer, “Or are you scared to leave me out here unsupervised?”

“Scared of you, maybe,” he drawls, standing with a groan, “c’mon let’s go raid the stash, less likely to get a sparkler in the eye inside.” You jump up off the chair, smoothing out your dress as you do. He whips his head towards the house and grabs you by the shoulder, close enough for you to smell that familiar pine, mixed with a hint of beer from his breath. “Lead the way.”

You both stumble towards the house. Keeping your eyes on the ground, avoiding the full water balloons, half-full paper cups, and kids' toys that have made a minefield out of the yard as you do. His arm falls from your shoulders and he hesitates—hovering right at the small of your back, you scan the yard and find Kim, with a group of old friends from high school, giving you a nod and a wink as you walk into the kitchen.

You click the door shut, sighing as the sweet relief of air-conditioning hits you, noticing the way your ears are ringing in the silence, it's been a long day of screaming kids and Springsteen.

You open the fridge door, catching the pack of Smirnoff ice in there—giving you a dumb idea and you snicker to yourself, giddy like a teen. “Hey—” You grab the drinks and whip around, launching one in his direction “Get Iced big guy!”

He leans for it, stumbling a bit into the counter but catches the bottle and gives you an unimpressed look—but you can see the smile creeping underneath.

“You’re a menace, know that?” he says, twisting off the cap and getting down on one knee. “You ever act your age before?” You mimic his movements, getting down on the floor in front of him yourself, eyes gleaming as you clink his bottle with yours.

“Nope, not once, now drink up, cowboy!” you say, slamming down the drink. You keep eye contact as you chug down the sweet cooler, both trying desperately not to laugh—Smirnoff out the nose is bad fuckin’ news. Joel finishes his first, shaking his head at you, but the lines at the corner of his eyes don’t lie. You finish yours right after him, hiccuping as you do so.

You both kneel there for a second, laughing so hard there are tears in your eyes and he reaches forward—hand cupping your cheek, wiping away one of your tears. Your heart barely has a beat to skip, he yanks you towards him, lips pressing against yours. You’re shocked, a startled gasp swallowed by the kiss, you push back towards him—desperate, hungry, reaching your free hand up to his hair, tugging. He tastes like fruit and hops, kissing you like he’s been holding it in all damn day. It was quick, chaotic, all teeth and —till it was interrupted by the swinging of the back door.

“Shit.” You both say it at the same time.

You lurch back from each other, still on one knee with your empty bottles in hand, you get up off the floor quickly as a feet tap and a voice chimes.

“Dad! Fireworks! They’re starting!” Sarah cuts through as you stifle a laugh, cheeks on fire. Her curls are still wet, plastered to her face, and thankfully she's oblivious to the scene. “C’mon, can’t miss them!”

Joel runs a hand through his hair, neck pink, face flustered. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way, brat.”

She grabs both of your arms and tugs you toward the yard.

Your dad’s voice booms through the crowd “Fireworks people! Let's get a move on!” and you stumble towards the crowd, heart hammering, lips still tingling—left wondering how the hell you’re supposed to keep playing it casual now.

[loveinhawkins]

Steve’s bat bites start to bleed again during the drive out of The War Zone.

It’s a slow realisation, a creeping dampness on his skin.

He stays as still as he can, keeps his movements small and contained when turning the steering wheel; he thinks he mostly gets away with it, manages to park the RV and pitch his voice on just the right side of normal as he tells the kids to scram.

Awareness of his surroundings grows a little fuzzy around the edges, but he senses enough to know that he’s alone—the silence feels heavy, makes his ears ring.

He lifts himself up out of his seat, one hand clinging onto the headrest for balance. The ringing gets sharper, more high-pitched; he shakes his head to try and clear it.

One step forward, then another, and another.

There’s a slight rocking motion under his feet. It feels a little like he’s in a boat that’s docked, constant movement even in the gentlest of waters.

His palms brush against the bathroom door.

“Okay,” Steve whispers to himself.

He hangs onto the sink to keep himself upright—feels the room sway, as if the waters underneath have suddenly become stormy.

With one hand, he finds the knot in the bandage.

“Okay, okay…”

Pulls.

Steve doesn’t think he blacks out, not quite, but there’s a shift, a dizzying tilt… and then, somehow, he’s sitting on the closed toilet seat.

And…

The bat bites must cause hallucinations or something.

Otherwise, Steve cannot explain why Eddie—who notoriously threw up and passed out during a dissection in Biology—is currently pressing a clean bandage against his stomach, staring down at the blood like he can’t look away.

“You’re good, you’re good,” Eddie’s saying.

He’s clearly trying to sound calm, but it’s just coming out strained, like what he really means is this is all a fucking nightmare actually, but we’ve gotta find something to be optimistic about.

“Think it just needs some more pressure,” he goes on. “Yeah, there, see? It’s stopping. Oh, thank God.”

Steve feels more gauze getting wrapped around his middle—if he wasn’t injured, it’d almost be a nice sensation, Eddie’s touch somehow the perfect mix of both firm and gentle.

As he works, Eddie hums nervously.

“Talk to me Harrington,” he says in a shaky sing-song. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging, man, gimme some awkward small talk. Got any hopes? Dreams? Anything I should know?

Oh, so many things, Steve thinks, still light-headed.

But then he really does mull that over: his mind goes to The Upside Down, to belatedly telling Eddie about the hive mind, and oh shit.

“Hey, weird question,” Steve says, “but I’ve not been, like, asking you to make it cold in here or, um, anything like that?”

Eddie blinks. “Uh. No?”

“Okay.” Before he lets the relief of hearing Eddie’s answer sink in, Steve adds, “If I ever do, you need to lock me in here and get out. Tell Nancy.”

Eddie’s staring at him like he’s grown a second head. “Sure. Cool. Cool! Uh, for any particular reason or—?”

“Just in case—like, I don’t feel any different, but—one time, Will Byers, when he was in The Upside Down it, like, infected him? Like a virus. Except more… possession. And they had to kinda… burn it outta him.”

“Ha,” Eddie says. A beat. “Oh fuck, you’re serious.”

“I really don’t have the energy to be messing with you, dude.”

“Sorry. Sometimes you all just say things, y’know? And if I don’t get it, I’m like, well, they’ve been living through this for a while, maybe they’ve got a code going on.”

“I mean,” Steve says, “we kinda do.”

Eddie shakes his head. “So when Buckley said she dealt with a human-flesh-based monster, and the one before that was smoke-related, that wasn’t just, like, a really fucked up metaphor?” Eddie’s eyes are wide, pleading. “Please say it was a metaphor.”

“Sorry,” Steve says sincerely.

Eddie sighs through a lacklustre chuckle. “You’re fine, Steve. As for, uh, being possessed, I don’t think so. You’re no weirder than usual, but—”

“Wow, thanks. Means such a lot coming from you.”

“—you were a bit, like, out of it for a few seconds, but it just looked like you were gonna faint on me. Um. How’re you feeling now?”

“Good,” Steve says. When Eddie raises an eyebrow, he tacks on, “As good as I can be, I guess. Still.” He groans slightly as he stands, goes back over to the sink. “Better check.”

“Check? What?”

Steve runs the water as hot as it will possibly go, until the steam is evident. He sticks his hand right into the stream, hears Eddie hiss as the water scalds his skin.

“Okay, yup. Not possessed.”

“Fucking fantastic. Now I want it cold,” Eddie says.

He takes control of the faucet, nods for Steve to put his hand under the now cold water.

After a minute or two, Eddie sighs and collapses onto the toilet seat himself.

There’s a squeak as Steve turns the faucet off—his skin’s probably not had the good of the cold water for nearly long enough, but it’ll do.

Eddie’s tipped his head back so he’s facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Steve watches him with sympathy; he really must hate blood.

“Eddie. You can go.”

“Mm, nope,” Eddie says without opening his eyes. “I’m fine right here.”

“Suit yourself.”

Steve turns back to the sink, frowns at the tiny mirror above it; there’s black spots on the glass, but he can make out enough. Christ, the bags under his eyes are horrific.

“Relax, Casanova,” Eddie says, almost as if he’s heard Steve’s thoughts. “You look good.”

“Uh-huh. Think your brain’s fried from being on the run.”

Steve leans against the sink with one hip, finds Eddie looking at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, probably. Or maybe being on the run just suits you.” Eddie’s eyes flicker down. His smile falters. “You know, in an ideal world,” he says conversationally, “you’d be in a hospital getting stitches.”

Steve scoffs. “In an ideal world, I’d be in bed sleeping.”

“Amen to that,” Eddie says lightly. But he still looks sombre. “Seriously, though. If it gets… you know. I’d drive you.”

“To the hospital? What are you gonna do, Eddie, wander up to the front desk? Sounds like a real interesting way to get arrested.”

But Eddie doesn’t leap at the chance to make a joke.

“Steve,” he says softly. “I mean it. I wouldn’t care.”

“That would sorta ruin the whole priority of hiding you.”

“That’s—” Eddie huffs. “That’s not the priority.”

“Huh, that’s funny, cause it is in my book.” Steve nods at the door, to his whole world just outside. “One of many.”

Eddie’s eyes narrow. “And your name better be right at the top, Harrington.”

Steve hums.

“In bold. Underlined.”

“Whatever you say.”

Eddie groans quietly, runs a hand down his face. “You worry me, man.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“I know. Just…” Eddie hesitates. “Don’t go off alone. You know?”

Steve thinks it over. He steps forward and offers Eddie his hand.

Eddie takes it.

When Steve pulls him up, he stumbles a little, as if he feels like he’s on a boat, too.

“Oops, sorry.” He grabs onto Steve’s forearm for balance. “Think this should be the other way round, man.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

Steve leads the way out of the bathroom—doesn’t mention the fact that, really, they’re both holding each other up.

There’s a bottle of water left in the back. Steve twists the cap off. Drinks.

“You too,” he tells Eddie.

“Huh?”

Steve considers him—thinks of the little flare of panic he felt when watching Eddie walk through the woods, tiptoeing around vines. How he had a sudden instinct to catch up to him, to make sure he wasn’t alone.

“I’m making a deal,” Steve says. “I won’t go off alone if you don’t.”

He lifts the bottle up as if making a toast—drinks again then passes it over to Eddie.

For the slightest of moments, their fingers brush; Eddie’s rings skim over Steve’s knuckles.

“So what’s this?” Eddie asks. “Legally binding magical water?”

Steve shrugs. “Cool metaphor,” he replies.

You say you just turn heel and run, Eddie. But sometimes I think if there was a fire, you’d run towards the flames if it meant no-one else got hurt.

Eddie smiles. Tilts the bottle towards Steve.

“Guess it’s a promise, then,” he says.

He drinks.

Steve prays that it holds.

[cheralith]

karasu is so lover boy coded, i can literally see him getting ready for a little friendship date with roommate!reader, getting ready to ‘more than a woman’ by the beegees… (HE HAS A BIG FAT CRUSH ON HER AND WE ALLLLL KNOW IT).

pls tell me u see this… maybe even a drabble on it 🌝

oh nonnie i see and hear everything oh so clear and vivid for this scene oUUAgh yes yesss... karasu tabito loverboy supreme! i hc his older sister was the one that did all the whipping in shape for him to treat women right so admittedly, he's probably the most boyfriend amongst the roomies—even above yukki dare i say? but that's for u to decide ahehe

karasu can hear the songs of your "getting ready" playlist leak through the walls, upbeat melodies of all sorts somehow making him more antsy by the minute—the love songs in particular don't help, especially one particular bee gees anthem.

he feels as though he should be used to this routine now, this orderly fashion of going out with you down to the farmer's market to welcome spring into the air since summer is just right around the corner, but even after a month of heading down together (just the two of you only. yukimiya has his little modelling gigs usually on the weekend and otoya sleeps in until noon.), he still can't get over that flutter of anticipation when you ask if he's still good to go for saturday grocery trips.

he's never been one to be particularly picky for fashion, but there's something so daunting about choosing the wrong shirt that unsettles him today. yukimiya had gifted him an artsy long sleeve button-up decorated with inky koi fish awhile ago and karasu has yet to touch it, thinking that the former bought it more on his own behalf rather than karasu's.

but when he noticed how out of place he seemed to be at your side, looking rather lazy in appearance with his ten-year-old band t-shirt and basketball shorts, he figured he should show at least the same effort you were giving for this weekend trip. otoya and yukimiya always looked put-together during outings, with karasu usually being the one with the simplest attire amongst the four of you.

was he doing this as to not embarass you? as to not embarass himself? that, karasu had yet to decide on without trying to blush at the picture of a more stylish version of himself by your side.

he studies the shirt with a pursed lip, picking at it loosely. it stands out so much against the rest of his closet with a rather intimidating spirit. karasu figures it's possibly why he hasn't touched it until now.

he stands in front of his mirror, cladded in jeans and a white tank-top. chewing his cheek, he goes to layer over the shirt in front of his chest again and again, trying to get used to the image of him in it without bubbling some sort of apprehension in his stomach.

he sighs in defeat. karasu figures it's too outlandish for someone like him and thinks he'll just retreat back to the safety of a light sweater instead—something that's all the familiar to him. at least the jeans add a nice touch, even if they were uncomfortable.

a soft knock at the door turns him away from beginning to hang the shirt on a hanger again.

"come in!" he calls out.

the latch clicks from his doorknob and you poke your head in, humming.

"hi," you greet with a smile, one karasu returns back with a nod of acknowledgement. "you ready?"

"nearly," karasu responds, "gimme another five, i think? ya can start the car if ya want, key's hanging near the door."

"gotcha, i'll bring the baskets down with me then," you throw him a thumbs up but suddenly crane your neck to see what he has in his hands. you blink curiously.

"that's a cool shirt," you compliment, pointing to the troublesome button-up laid on his bed. karasu perks up, going to focus his gaze on you again and how you admire the shirt that he was about to put away. "for sure that'll get you a bunch of compliments down at the market."

with that, you throw him another glimmering smile and close the door, skipping away to revv and ready his car for the drive.

karasu stares at where you just were a few seconds ago, your words playing again in his head. then, he goes to glance at the shirt laid limply before him.

he sighs, feeling a tug at the corner of his lips, his fingers delicately beginning to unbutton it.

[serpens-the-puppetmaster]

Also, something I noticed about ENA Dream BBQ

Maybe spoilers? I don’t know—Assume spoilers

So we’re all in agreement that ENA is trying to assassinate The Boss, right?

Meanie ENA seems to be aware of this(And her breakdown at the vending machine implies she’s done it before). Froggy(I think his name is Froggy) seems to be aware of this, and he even knows ENA’s “wacky language”, which could actually just be coded assassin language to keep the conversation private while in public. Most everyone else is aware of this too, and not only does this paint ENA in a bad light in their eyes(The BATHROOM straight up tells ENA her sins will not be forgiven), but some of them also seem to be mocking ENA over it by pretending to be The Boss, which ENA always disproves(Which also implies she very well knows who The Boss is, but that’s irrelevant). Her reputation is so well-known and perhaps even infamous that she is straight up BANNED from a door, and from what the game implies, she is the ONLY case of this happening.

But Salesperson ENA…doesn’t seem to be aware. Her first cutscene has her stating she’s “out of the loop”(and yes, this could also be seen as an excuse to exposition dump) while Meanie ENA seems aware of “this dumb job” she has to take. Salesperson ENA didn’t even seem aware The Boss was absent until Froggy mentioned it, but Meanie ENA seemed to know that already. As far as Salesperson ENA is aware, her job is to clear the smoke and go see The Boss on his island so she can rope him into some “prism scheme” as her new “work target”.

I was originally going to ask if the two sides of ENA possessing different knowledge was a thing in the ENA world or whatever it’s called(Dream BBQ is my first exposure), but I don’t think that’s the case anymore. Despite having different thoughts and opinions, ENA seems to have the same mind and memories. Also, no one ever differentiates between the two ENA sides—It’s just one ‘ENA’—so how can one side be so blissfully unaware while the other is practically traumatized by the knowledge they possess?

My question is still very much “how is this possible” and “why is it happening” but I don’t want to accidentally come up with a theory. It’s just something I noticed and was curious if anyone else did. Let me know what you guys think!

Anyways, with that out of the way—Yes, I am gonna make an ENAsona, I just need to figure out how to draw her without being a little crook and tracing. I’m also officially in finals week so gimme a hot minute and then I gotchu fam~

Spoiler Alert for her: I also recently watched the Gaslight District, so expect some ‘religious horror’ undertones. Nothing too graphic, I sweareth.

[gremlinataneasel]

wassup winners it’s avm headcanon timeeeeeeeeeeee

Green constantly changes his hair whenever he thinks of something new. Bro would wake up tsc at 2am like ‘second i need bangs i need them right now cmon second get the pencil tool i need bangs that almost cover my eyes second can you hear me second you draw hair the best cmon gimme bangs i’ll look so cool second wake u-‘

Red insists on bangs because they ‘look awesome’ but every time he’s tending to the chickens, it falls in his face. one time, he’s like ‘fuck it’ and just shoves clippers into his hair while still working, just shaving that bitch off. he forgets about it after, but it’s hard to meet up with your friends later looking like a middle-aged man with a forehead cut and not be noticed, blue gets him a headband for future tasks after second gives him back his hair, and all is well.

Gold was wearing a knitted beanie on the day he and Mango (King Orange) were walking through stick city, and it was the only thing they could recover of him when they finally got the doors to the minecraft vr set open. Mango’s kept the beanie this whole time.

After Orchid dies, Purple tries to set aside his similarities to her as a way to appease to Navy, including his fashion taste and soft mannerism. He comes to embrace these parts of himself after avm 30, taking a liking for knitwear like Mango.

Yellow occasionally messes around with the source code in Alan’s computer when everyone’s asleep.

Blue refuses to wear shoes that don’t go up to at least his calves, for practicality reasons such as wading through tall agriculatural plants, kitchen safety and, ever since his near-sinking into lava, it would buy him just a bit more time.

[iwritefandomimagines]

CLUMSY — SPIDERMAN!ETHAN LANDRY

masterlist

pairing: spiderman!ethan landry x reader

description: he’s always been good at keeping the whole spidey secret from people. but you, you make him clumsy. with his words, his feelings, and his big old secret.

warnings: swearing, injury mentions, scream plot simply doesn’t exist so he has loving non-murdery parents !

author’s note: i’m such a fuckin sucker for spiderman coded characters and have been reading every spidey!ethan fic on this hellscape for the past few days to get me out of my writing rut. i hope u enjoy!

“You’re here? Like, right now?”

The panic in his expression makes you feel absolutely ridiculous, and you almost drop the pizza box in your hand from the sudden insecurity.

“I— Shit, sorry I should’ve asked,” your voice came out sort of like a squeak, only swamping you with more embarrassment, “Your mum let me in and—,”

“No, no, it’s fine,” his voice sounds like it is very much not fine, and he seems to realise this as he chokes out a cough before continuing, “Gimme like, two minutes and you can come up. I just showered so I’m like, not dressed. Ah!”

You hear a thud both through the phone and through the ceiling, and you fight the urge to run upstairs in a panic as an exasperated gasp is emitted through the phone.

“Sounds like you’re— uh, having difficulty getting dressed?” you bite your lip, and you hear a strained chuckle from him, “I’ll leave you to it. If you’re sure I’m good to be here I’ll just wait with your mum. Text when it’s, uh, safe.”

He hums in agreement and hangs up without another word.

“Is everything alright, honey?” his mum asks softly, hands on her hips as she leans into the hallway from the lounge, “You can go on up! Your pizza will get cold otherwise.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you tremble, “He said he’s just getting dressed from his shower, so I’m giving him a sec.”

Her face twists in confusion, but she resumes her smile almost immediately, “Right, okay. Well have fun sweetie. Not too much though!”

She had suspected something was going on between you ever since Ethan had started spontaneously disappearing and then coming back with the excuse that he was at your house.

Of course, he often was — but on the flip side of that what she didn’t know was that he would often frantically leave your house with the excuse that she wanted him home, like, immediately.

The key factor in this was that you were both completely unaware of his entire second identity as a masked fucking superhero (one who you, rather embarrassingly if you did know, had made it very clear you had a crush on).

“Of, uh, of course not Mrs Landry!”

As if to save you from the sudden awkwardness, your phone pinged with a text from Ethan to say you were safe to go upstairs now.

You waved his mum goodbye and darted upstairs — three knocks of the door later it was swung open to reveal a breathless, sweaty Ethan in a backwards sweater.

“Dude, you realise your sweater is on backwards, yeah?”

Fuck! He was an idiot!

“Sorry, that’s what I get for rushing to get ready, huh,” he turned away as he pulled his arms from the sleeves of his jumper and turned it to the right way round, trying to hide the blush that had flushed his cheeks, “You brought pizza! Amazing! I’m starving.”

He practically snatched the box from your hands, plonking himself down on his bed as he pulled the box open and groaned in delight at the food on his lap.

“You’re being weird.”

“Weird? What? I’m fine—,”

“And you’re pretty drenched in sweat for someone who just showered, Eth,” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, “Is there a girl in here— oh my god I’ve just interrupted you haven’t I? I should—,”

“No, no!” he cried out, tossing the pizza box aside, just a little disheartened by the fact you seemed more embarrassed than upset at the fact he might be fucking someone else, “I’m not! I wasn’t! Of course not!”

“Are you sure?” you hummed suspiciously, noticing that his wardrobe was slightly ajar, “She’s not, like, in here—,”

You yanked open his wardrobe, more than aware that there would be nobody in there but hoping to tease him a little more into being honest about why he was dripping with sweat and completely on edge right now.

He would’ve told you if he was seeing someone, you were sure of it. And you knew when he was lying. Usually.

What you didn’t expect was for a fucking Spider-man mask to fall from a high shelf into the wardrobe and land atop his curls as he darted towards you to stop you.

“You—I—,” he didn’t know what to say now as he pulled the mask from his head and gripped it hard in his hands, “Fuck!”

Your heart leapt to your throat as it sunk in what was happening right now.

Ethan — your Ethan, your best friend in the world (who you like, totally didn’t have a huge crush on or anything), the Ethan who couldn’t talk to other girls or speak above a whisper in new company — was your friendly neighbourhood Spider-man?

“Dude what the fuck?!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you… I didn’t know how to,” he looked as thought he might cry as he discarded the mask and reached out to grab your forearms and force you to make eye contact, “And it was too dangerous— if you knew— I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, Y/N.”

You shook your head, completely flabbergasted as you took the mask from him, “I can’t believe this… And— does anyone else know?”

It was his turn to shake his head now, “Nobody. It’s safer that way. Some of these people, they—,” he paused, “if they knew who I cared about, they’d use it against me. And I can’t let you get hurt, Y/N. Especially not you.”

Your hands flew up to his face as you watched him tremble, and you suddenly felt guilty for finding out.

You rubbed at his cheekbones with your thumbs soothingly, “Eth—It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

He bit his lip, his eyes flittering across your whole face as he tried to calm himself down, “It’s— I didn’t want you to find out. Especially not like this. I don’t want you to worry, and I’m gonna—I’m gonna worry about you.”

You shook your head, “I don’t even know what to say except that I hate the idea of you carrying this huge secret around all alone. And the danger… I can’t imagine what I’d do if you got hurt.”

His hands lifted to rest atop yours now, pulling them down and close to his chest, “It’s okay, I promise. I don’t want you having to carry my secret around either. I care about you too much.”

“Ethan…” you squeezed his hands tightly, blinking away tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. And I’m sorry you found out like this, and—,”

You shook your head again, eyes glimmering up at him, “Don’t apologise. I’m not mad, I’m just scared. I love you, I don’t want anything to happen to you. And you’re— you’re Spiderman. What the actual fuck.”

“Wait, wait, back up— you— love— you love me?” Ethan gulped, and you chuckled lightheartedly as you felt yourself getting lightheaded at your accidental confession.

“Looks like we’re both letting out secrets tonight, huh?”

You were crying now, unsure if it was down to the fact you’d just told your best friend that you loved him or that you were processing his whole second identity, or more likely an amalgamation of the two.

“I—,”

“You don’t have to say it back, Eth,” you shrugged as he released your hands to wipe a tear from your cheeks, “It’s okay. I promise.”

It was his turn to shake his head at you now, “No! I’m just scared to say it because if I do, then it’s real. And if it’s real, then you’re more in danger than I ever imagined.”

You bit your lip — unable to argue with his reasoning.

“I love you, Y/N, I do,” his eyes were welling up now too, “That’s why I’m so terrified, ‘cause if anyone finds out about you then you’re in more danger. Some of these guys would go to any lengths to hurt the people I love.”

You grabbed his hands again, “But that’s not your burden to hold by yourself, Eth. I won’t tell anyone, I won’t make it obvious I know, I’ll just pretend things are normal. Besides, nobody knows your identity anyway, do they?”

“No, but it’s a risk,” he sighed.

You shrugged, “But I’d still be a potential target whether you love me or not. We’re best friends, obviously you care about me.”

He pulled you into a hug now, kissing the top of your head and holding you tightly to his chest, “I—I guess you’re right.”

“And you shouldn’t have to carry this secret on your own, without being able to talk to anyone,” you whispered against his chest.

He let out a sigh that almost sounded relieved, “Thank you, Y/N. I really don’t deserve you. As a best friend or-or that you love me.”

You laughed lightly, kissing the space below his collarbone where your face was rested.

He hummed in response, pulling back to really look at you now as you responded, “Don’t be silly, Eth. You deserve the world, alright?”

He leaned down so that your noses were practically touching, his eyes twinkling as you leaned in to him.

You felt his tongue swipe over his bottom lip for a brief moment before his lips met yours gently.

You leaned further into the kiss, hands lifting up to tangle in his curls as he smiled at your reciprocation.

Despite you having confessed to him first, he still couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Can I tell you another secret?” you giggled, giddy as you pulled back from the kiss and saw Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Uh… Yeah?”

“I’ve always had a crush on Spiderman anyway,” you sing-songed.

He rolled his eyes, but the crimson blush on his cheeks was clearly visible, “You did, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “The suit, the saving people, the idea of patching up his—your— injuries and like— I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“No, no,” Ethan smiled, “As long as you don’t like him more than you like me.”

“Are you forgetting that he is you?” you laughed, fingers still caressing his curls.

His hands rested on your waist as he smiled amusedly, the pad of his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones, “You didn’t know that though!”

“I obviously still like you more, don’t worry,” you teased, “My dream man would be, like, you in a Spidey suit, so I suppose I’m in luck.”

“I guess you kinda are,” he kissed the corner of your lip quickly, and you smiled so sweetly that he could almost anticipate your next question.

“Can—,”

“I’m not putting the suit on on for you until you’ve let me take you on a date,” he smirked, pleased with himself and his newfound confidence.

You kissed him quickly again now too, still dizzy with excitement at being this close to him, “You drive a hard bargain, Landry. Besides, the pizza’s probably cold by now. Let’s go get something to eat?”

He laughed heartily at your eagerness, briefly releasing your waist to pick up the discarded mask and toss it back into the wardrobe and beginning to dig through his clothes.

“Can I just change? The panic outfit doesn’t exactly scream romantic date.”

You laughed, and now it was your turn to blush crimson as you looked down at your own outfit.

You fumbled with the zip of your hoodie, pulling it down to reveal an oversized Spiderman shirt you’d bought as a joke from an NYC market stall.

“I didn’t—, oh my god this is so embarrassing.”

“Oh wow, I have merch now?”

“Mhm, 15 dollars,” you giggled, “Maybe let’s just stay in and eat the cold pizza? We can go on a proper date another night.”

He nodded, fingers tracing over the badly sketched drawing of himself on your chest as you bit your lip.

“Can I borrow one of your shirts? This is literally so embarrassing now.”

“Of course,” he replied, but smirked as he pulled you close, “But to be honest, seeing you in that shirt is kinda hot.”

“Suddenly he loves me being a Spidey fan, huh?” you teased, kissing him as you discarded your hoodie entirely.

He smirked wider again, before holding you in a kiss for a few moments until he pulled back and stared at you in absolute awe.

“Maybe it has its perks.”

———

thank you so much for reading !!! this has been almost finished for soooo long & i finally got it done. i hope you enjoyed <3

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Backburner 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is easy going until he's not. 

Characters: Sam Wilson, this reader is known as Dizzie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

“Argh,” Sam’s grunt precedes him into the office. You look over from the cluster of desks, the lot of assistants in their corner, “Diz.”

You hop up at his beck and call as always. His gym bag is on his elbow as he rubs his hip and grits his teeth. You hurry over and grab the duffel before it can drop as he punches into the code on his door. He enters his office and you follow, holding the sweaty bag by its handles. You’ll bring it home to wash the contents. 

“Good workout?” You ask. 

“Stretched my hamstring,” he falls into his chair and rubs his thigh. “Protein, please, Diz.” 

“Of course, er, your sister called again.” 

“Yes, I know. I’ll be there,” he sighs, “she thinks I’d forget my head if it wasn’t on my neck.” 

You chuckle. Sam’s a nice guy. He’s the only manager in the office who doesn’t make you call him Mister and he likes to joke. 

“I told her you make sure that’s always on straight,” he kids. 

“Aw, sir,” you grin, “erm, so... I was hoping to ask you something...” 

“Can you ask me over my protein shake?” 

“Oh, yeah! Sorry! I’m so forgetful. Yes, I’ll go get it right now. Funky monkey or strawberry swirl?” 

“How about the orange blast. Something fresh,” he suggests. 

“Coming right up,” you nod and twirl out of the off, your wide legged pants billow around you. 

You drop the gym bag under your desk and swipe up your wallet and phone. You keep them chained together to keep from losing either. If you lost both, that would be an even bigger disaster. You put your computer to sleep so the screen saver whooshes around and you leave the other assistants. 

You head down to the lobby and up the block to the smoothie place. You order a double protein kick in the orange blast and wait patiently as you bounce on your feet. You check your phone; the group chat is blowing up today. It was so quiet for so long you were starting to get nervous. It wouldn’t be the first time you were ditched. 

You claim the protein shake and rush back out, barely dodging a man with a sweaty mustache as he enters in a muscle shirt that shows a lot of his chest and sides. You wouldn’t be caught dead in that but he sure does have the physique to carry it. He glowers as you dash around him and you leave him behind to be grumpy at his smoothie. 

Back in the office, you find Sam stretching out his leg. He looks a bit silly on the floor like that. You step up just next to him. 

“Hey, diz,” he says, “can you push my leg up higher?” He asks as he shifts onto his back and raises his foot up. “Don’t stop until I say so.” 

“Oh, sir, I’d hate to hurt you.” 

“Pfft, as if, Dizzie, come on,” he urges you, “put that on my desk please.” 

You relent and put the shake on his desk then return to grab his ankle. You push his leg up, his tailored pants resisting the strain, and he groans. 

“Ah, yeah, that’s it,” he puffs, “just... gimme a hand.” 

He waves his fingers under his leg and you give him your left hand as your other stays latched on his ankle. You wonder what people would think if they walked by in that moment. He guides your touch to his thigh, “feel that knot, I just need you to push.” 

You dig your thumb into the lump you feel under the muscle. He lets out a gurgly noise and drops his head back. He spreads his hand wide on his stomach and hisses through his teeth. 

“Keep going,” he encourages you, “oh, tell me... what did you wanna talk about?” 

“Oh, errrrrrr,” you struggle to remember what you meant to ask before you ran off to get the shake. It’s a lot to think about with his foot almost in your face. “Yes, sir, I... tomorrow morning, I might be a little late.” 

“That’s cool,” he accepts easily.  

“I’ll skip lunch.” 

“Hey, I might work out but I’m no tight ass,” he retorts, “alright, that’s good.” 

You gently let his leg down and back away. He sits up and rolls his shoulders. As he stands, he fixes the tuck of his shirt, his sleeves tight around his thick arms, and his pants taut on his upper legs and pelvis. The time he spends in the gym definitely shows. He’s hard in all the places you’re soft. 

“So, any reason for the lateness?” He wonders. 

“Oh, my sister asked me to pop by tonight. She lives a ways away so... might have to drive back tomorrow.” 

“Ah, mm,” he hums thoughtfully, “no girls’ night fun?” 

“Not tonight,” you smile, “but soon I think.” 

“Ooo, cocktails?” He goads. He’s always curious about your nights out. There aren’t very many, to be fair. 

“Yeah, probably.” 

“Retro’s again? I still haven’t been. Maybe I should take Sarah,” he suggests, “god knows she could loosen up.” 

“Sisters,” you tilt your head. 

“Huh, yeah, pain in the ass,” he agrees. 

He goes to his desk and grabs the smoothie. He takes a giant slurp, tasting it thoroughly as he swishes it around in his cheeks. He hums and doffs the cup. 

“Delicious,” he praises. 

“Well, anyway, sir, I’ll text in the morning if I’m going to be late. I’ll get back to it. Unless, there’s something else?” 

“Not right now, trust me, you’ll know if I need anything,” he shoots you with a finger gun as he sits, letting out another grunt. He rolls closer to his desk as you turn away and you hear him mutter, “damn leg day.” 

[persphonesorchid]

Minisode: Jimin

Notes: hehehe 😭 Jimin has finally made it to my blog in his own fic y'all

Warnings: MC and Jimin are drunk

Jimin's head feels light, despite the fact that he's perfectly capable of holding his liquor, and the promise that you could hold yours as well, you both cling to eachother as you stumble towards his apartment door in a fit of high pitched giggles.

He doesn't even know what you're laughing at, but something about the sound makes him giggle too as he fumbles to press his finger against the keypad on his door. You're leaning heavily against him, your arm wrapped around his own, and he stares at the lock with his finger hovering over it.

"Gimme a sec." Jimin abandons trying to remember the code, mind too fuzzy with the drinks he had to even hold his hand steady. He fishes for his keycard in your purse, digging past your house keys and both your phones to find it tucked in the little inner pocket. He smiles drunkenly as he presses the chip to the scanner, and pushes the door when it clicks open, herding you in first and trying to make sure you don't trip over your own feet. He's not as drunk as you are, but way past tipsy.

You plop down in the entryway, fingers tackling the straps of your heels with an expression that tells Jimin you're concentrating really hard to do so. He helps, batting your hands gently away to pull the straps from the little buckle at your ankle, and then pulling you to your feet.

"I'm never drinking with you again." You groan, as Jimin nudges house slippers to you with a soft laugh, "I should've stopped at the first soju bomb."

"You said you could keep up, not my fault." Jimin toes his shoes off his feet, sliding them into the fluffy comfort of his house slippers. He steps over the raised platform that leads towards the living room and kitchen, a hand holding your arm to keep you steady as you follow. "Easy."

He watches as you carefully lift a leg, your eyes not even open and he guides you forward. He leads you towards the kitchen, sits you down at the island where you press your cheek against the cool marble with a sigh. You grumble something that Jimin can't decipher, and he passes you a bottle of water.

"What?" He asks, brushing your hair away from your face with a gentle hand. You peek an eye open, the movement of your hand taking the bottle from him looking like it took more effort than it should. Your limbs weighed down by the alcohol running through your bloodstream. You sigh heavily as you drag yourself to sit straight, head lolling forward.

"It's cold in here." You slur, the fingers of your other hand curling around the cap of the bottle, but you're squeezing the bottle too tight and Jimin knows it'll spill if you crack the seal.

He takes the bottle and opens it for you, pressing it back into your hand with a chuckle, "It's not. You're anemic." He moves to turn the heat up anyway, as fall is on the cusp and the nights aren't as warm anymore when the sun takes its warmth as it sets.

He comes back to the kitchen to find you've barely taken a sip of the water and you're most definitely asleep.

"Y/n..." He dips his fingers into your hair, coaxing you out of the sleep that hasn't yet deepened too much to give him trouble to rouse you. "Drink the water, you can't sleep at the counter."

You groan, lifting your head with much effort and taking enough sips of the water until Jimin's satisfied and you're pushing the water away.

"Let's get you to bed, c'mon." He guides you carefully off the chair, and towards his bedroom.

Jimin laughs under the sound of you starting to sing a song, very off-key and loud, clinging to him as you stumble along. He guides you carefully to his bedroom, letting you flop face first into his bed with a loud groan, your singing tottering off into incoherent mumbles of what Jimin believes is the song. He fishes through his drawers, finding clothes for you to wear, and turns to find you already halfway out your dress.

"Y/n!" Jimin covers his eyes with the tee-shirt he holds, he stretches a hand blindly forward, keeping his hand at your shoulder level. "You can't just...take this."

He shakes the tee-shirt and boxer shorts at you, his other hand coming up to cover his eyes even though they're tightly shut. You're giggling at something, fingers brushing his when you take the clothes from it, and in the quiet that follows, he wonders if you could hear his heart kicking against his ribs.

"M'done." You say and Jimin uncovers his eyes to find you fully dressed. He cleans the smudged make-up off your face with a couple of wipes, but when he tries to pull away you wrap your arms around his neck. He's forced to steady himself with his palms on either side of your hips, sinking into the soft mattress, noses almost touching, he breathes your name.

"Mimi?" Your eyes are barely open, slightly red as you try to stay awake. Jimin tries to pull away but you've locked your hands behind his neck. "I think I'm drunk."

"Yes, you are." Jimin says softly, laughing, "and you should sleep, yeah?"

You nod, but don't let go, "I think I like you, too."

Oh, Jimin's heart staggers and then skips ahead, and when he pulls away this time, it's easy. He doesn't know what to say to that, with a warmth spreading from his chest to settle in his cheeks. He takes a breath and all the times he's daydreamed about this doesn't quite compare to this moment.

You're squinting at him, a pout on your bottom lip, and its something he'd rather talk to you about when you're both sober enough.

[omegalomania]

What are some of your favorite aro-/ace-coded fob lyrics?

oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds just for me

boycott love from disloyal order of water buffaloes is a personal favorite of mine. its a lyric i really really want tattooed at some point. that's not the only lyric i latch onto from an aro perspective but it's probably the biggest one

basically the entirety of it's hard to say "i do" when i don't but a special mention goes to you are appealing to emotions that i simply do not have as well as the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

it's true romance is dead / i shot it in the chest and in the head from the music or the misery is also a favorite of mine, also just that whole song in general

i thought i loved you but it was just how you looked in the light in hum hallelujah resonates with a lot of queer folks i've found, and it's no different for me

same goes for it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you from g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

i'm outside the door, invite me in / so we can go back and play pretend from alone together brings me back to when i was trying to perform heteronormativity/amatonormativity even if it was making me miserable

i also hold to a very similar vibe with she said "i love you 'till i don't" / i am just playing house, no idea what i'm doing now from sunshine riptide and also most of burna boy's verse, frankly. i fell in love but i didn't fall down and feel like i'm bulletproof, baby in particular

american beauty/american psycho, particularly the first verse. i think i fell in love again / maybe i just took too much cough medicine

golden is a big one for queer folks in general i've found. the chorus especially hits hard from an aro and/or ace reading. and i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me

i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth is a heavy song no matter how you slice it. but that chorus gets to me in particular: we can fake it for the airwaves / force our smiles, baby, half-dead / from comparing myself to everyone else around me

the kids aren't alright reads to me as one big anthem for platonic love above anything romantic, which resonates super hard with me. the second verse has a lot of good lines that i latch onto from an aroace lens too. your love is anemic and i can't believe / that you couldn't see it coming from me

pretty much the whole chorus of HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T does it for me, and those verses have got some good aroallo vibes too! i never really feel a thing... confidants but never friends...

the whole of fake out is a gimme. that chorus rings real true. starts with love is in the air, i just gotta find a window to break out and finishing with but it was all a fake-out

i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers is one that has another highly applicable title but the whole refrain of the truth hurts worse / than anything i could bring myself to do to you paired with the one-two punch of that second verse REALLY gets under my skin

and of course, the culminating one: you are what you love, not who loves you from save rock and roll. obviously there are a LOT of ways to read that line

there are a couple other songs i latch onto - wilson (expensive mistakes); a little less "sixteen candles", a little more "touch me"; the (after) life of the party to name a few - but the ones listed above are the big lyrics that resonate with me on a personal level

just in general i have a shitton of fob over on my aro playlist (which doubles as a general aroace/queer playlist but has a lot of emphasis on aromanticism) in case i forgot to mention anything but like i said those are the big ones

[dimonds456]

animatic i'll never finish

Book of Bill spoilerssss, cw physical/psychological torture

I also put it below the cut in case you can't/don't wanna click the link(s)

(also also if you wanna do something with this just gimme a tag, I wanna see fgshdj)

[Opening]

Credits. We see Ford alone in his house; in his study; walking down the hall; approaching the front door with a crossbow.

Don't mind the noise outside the door It's just a phantom, nothing more

Ford ducks his head out of the house, looking around for something he thinks he heard.

No need to give yourself a scare When you glance and no one's there

Once he's confirmed nothing's there, he shuts the door and sits up against it, breathing weirdly. Then, we see a Bill-shaped shadow moving around the room with him, though he doesn't notice.

I don't wanna have to hurt you

Ford takes a breath, then stands back up

It's not your fault, I felt his rage Just a child about your age

Flash back to the science experiment gone wrong, except it's wrong. Stan is actively ripping into the machine. The camera pans out to show it was Bill telling him this; the visions were in his eye the whole time.

But something drives me to this place I can see him in your face

Ford looks doubtful. He knows that's not how it happened, but instead of confronting the realization he was wrong about Stan, he chooses to keep it buried. He keeps going down the hall, towards the living room.

You'll never know the hell I've seen

He collapses on the chair, exhausted. His eyes slip close... then snap back open again. Uh oh.

Don't fear what's coming We can't fight off the urge inside

Bill, possessing Ford, basically prances through the house. He heads over to the secret door and punches in the code

It's dark and you're afraid of The devils that come out at night

He goes down the elevator, making it to the portal room. It looms ominously over him.

Let's make this easy

He pulls up all three journals and aligns them

Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

Bill is looking at Ford's six-fingered hand (the implication being he's talking about the people who made fun of Ford before)

No need for sleep tonight Sweet dreams are overrated

Bill pulls the lever, but the portal flickers uncertainly. He shakes his head, then heads back to the desk. He grabs sticky notes and a pen.

[Instrumental]

Ford wakes up in bed, finding a sticky note stuck to his face from Bill. He's confused, reaching up to grab it, and we see that his knuckles are bruised. Concerned, he gets up and heads to the kitchen. He makes himself a mug of coffee, downing it pretty fast, then glances back at his hand. It fades to a shot of the hand being bandaged up. Ford slips one of Fidd's gloves over it, then frowns, a mix of concerned and scared.

I'm just a whisper in the void No one's there, you're paranoid

At the diner, Ford is trying to order something, but he's clearly anxious. His foot is bouncing, and he keeps glancing at all the people around him warily.

I'm just a trick of your own mind

The people all become shadowy. They turn to look at Ford, yellow, slitted eyes gazing at him unblinkingly.

Blink your eyes once and you'll find I'm just a ghost inside your head

Ford slams his eyes shut. When he opens them, everyone is looking at him, but in concern now. it'd been a hallucination from Bill. Ford gets up as the waiter comes over with his order and guns it out of there.

Don't fear your fate that soon arrives

Ford's sitting on the floor of his study, hands on his head. He's breathing heavy.

It's a deadly lullaby

He looks up to see dozens of Bills watching him- drawings and other decor HE put there.

You'll be with us very soon Another spirit in the room

The bathroom. He's looking at himself in the mirror, noting the deep eyebags under his eyes. One could say he looks dead.

Take your place among the lost

He's alone. He's all alone and there is a demon in his head who wants him to end the world.

Don't fear what's coming

Bill again. He's possessing a bunch of zombies this time

We can't fight off the urge inside

Ford snipes him hell yeah

It's dark and you're afraid of

Ford gasps awake, finding ANOTHER sticky note.

The devils that come out at night

He slaps it on the bedside table next to a BUNCH MORE.

Let's make this easy

Ford pushes furniture in front of the secret door, even though he knows that won't do shit. it makes him feel like he's doing SOMETHING

Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

He downs an entire pot of coffee someone help this man

No need for sleep tonight

His heat has turned off. He's huddled in the living room, where puffs of air appear when he breathes- harder now.

Sweet dreams are overrated

He's fighting sleep so fucking hard right now

[Instrumental]

We see a montage, but centered around Ford as the camera spins around him. He's looking up, watching his world spin, then is falling. He catches himself on the kitchen table, downing more coffee. He stumbles back to his feet, before Bill circled around him. Sticky notes, sticky notes, sticky notes. There's hammers, the Memory Gun, the crossbow, various other weapons (all pointed at Ford), before the camera spins just right to point at Ford head-on again. Now, he's holding a VHS. He bends towards the camera and slips it into a VCR

You can't wake From this dream

Bill is taunting him. Ford grabs the edges of the TV in panicked anger.

No one will hear you screaming

Ford throws the VHS into a fire.

So hold on For the ride

Bill takes over forcefully. The world goes black around the two of them.

I'll take you with me tonight

PAIN. Pain, pain, pain. Ford falls.

This nightmare This prison

Bill floats in front of him, almost gloating, but moreso just upset

Inside the suits we live in

He grabs Ford's shirt collar and yanks him closer

Don't fear me Together

Bill suddenly lets go. He drifts backwards, throwing his hands out.

We'll have sweet dreams forever

Close-up on his eye. He looks excited to the point of being unhinged.

[Instrumental]

Ford sits bolt upright, hands immediately going up to his eyes. They're still there. He stiffens, sorta going numb. After a moment, he drags himself to his feet. He heads down to the basement, grabbing the journals and a postcard. He scribbles something down, then heads out. He drops the postcard in the mailbox, then puts Journal 3 in the ground.

Don't fear what's coming We can't fight off the urge inside

Bill in possession of Ford. He opens the front door and steps out into the snow

It's dark and you're afraid of The devils that come out at night

Ford wakes up, but he's on the roof of his house. He panics, falling to his knees to prevent himself from sliding off. He's breathing heavy, and finds himself pulling another sticky note from his coat pocket

Let's make this easy Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

Bill is holding a hammer. He positions a nail right above Ford's hand. He raises the hammer, then brings it down.

No need for sleep tonight Sweet dreams are overrated

Ford is holding his hand close, bandaged as best as he could, and he's shaking BAD. But, he's also tossing around a bunch of Bill-related shit. The bags under his eyes are designer.

Don't fear what's coming We can't fight off the urge inside

Ford with the crossbow. There's been a knock on the door. He looks wild and unkept. He grabs the handle and opens the door.

It's dark and you're afraid of The devils that come out at night

It's just Stan dw. Ford yanks him inside and checks his eyes.

Let's make this easy Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

They head downstairs to the portal room.

No need for sleep tonight Sweet dreams are overrated

Ford shoves Journal 1 in Stan's hands, and Stan gets upset. We know where it goes from here.

[Instrumental]

The fight starts, though it's portrayed in still images. Around them is the interesting part. We see Ford's initial deal with Bill, the good times, the laughs, the vulnerability, before it turns into the horror we know it as today.

(Sweet dreams are overrated)

Notes. More things from this animatic. Journal pages. TRUST NO ONE. It devolves into paranoid screaming, basically.

[Music box]

Stan shoves Ford into the portal. It's caught in slo-mo, with Ford assuming he's going to die here. After all, *Bill's* on the other side. This lasts about halfway through, before it snaps back to normal speed. Ford's gone. Stan can only look up at it, before reality snaps back. He runs to the lever, but he can't pull it. Ford's gone.

[ssstaryy]

Fake It - Chapter One

Chase

I bang on the bathroom door. “Open up, Demi!” I hear her bang on the door from the inside as a response. “I said gimme a minute!” she yells. I roll my eyes and groan, leaning on my hand that’s propped up against the doorframe. “It’s just school. you don't have to take an hour in the bathroom every morning. You go in, shower, change, put your hair in a bun and get out! It's probably the most simple thing in the world-” “You forgot makeup!” She cuts me off. I sigh, “Okay whatever, get out here.” The bathroom door opens as she eyes me suspiciously. “You’ve been extra grouchy since Lexi broke up with you.” I blink once. Twice. “What are you talking about?” I ask, offended. She turns on her heel, rolling her eyes and heading into her room. I immediately follow her, tailing her until she reaches her closet. 

Demitra’s room is insanely clean. She says that a dirty room bugs her, and that she can't even breathe next to my room without screaming and running away. At this point, I'm messing it up on purpose to keep her away. 

“You’ve been giving unnecessary amounts of attitude since she left you. And even though you say you’re over her, you still get tense and snappy when people mention her.” She says while sliding hangers of color coded clothing over, looking for an outfit. “Yeah, right.” I roll my eyes. She looks over her shoulder, side-eying me through light blue irises. “Proving my pooiint..” She sing-songs. “I am over her.” I argue. “And it’s none of your business anyways.” I continue. She turns back to her closet and pulls out a pastel pink hoodie. “Okay, buddy.” She responds, pressing her lips into a tight line.

 I sigh and comb a hand through my dark brown locks. “All right then, I’ll humor you. What exactly defines being over her?” She walks past me and opens her top dresser drawer. I think I heard her snort. “First off, you have to at least seem interested in other girls. As much as I can feel the bile rise in my throat when I say this, girls find you attractive.” She looks genuinely disgusted, and I roll my eyes, huffing. “Unnecessary, Demi-” “Just take the compliment.” She cuts me off, pulling a pair of jean shorts out and closing the drawer with her hip. 

“Anyways, you get asked out on a regular basis. And you’ve managed to reject every girl in the rudest way possible. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in Raleigh thought you weren’t available!” She throws her hands in the air. “So?” I scoff. “So?” She echoes. “So, a part of being over someone is moving on. You’ve gotta move on, Chase.” 

I look down at my feet, feeling the heaviness of her words weigh me down.

“Chase?” I hear Demi call. My head whips back up. “What?” I snap. I had apparently spaced out. She seems to hesitate, before walking over to me and putting a hand on my shoulder. “If you’re not ready to move on, that's fine. But don’t take it out on everyone else.” 

Somehow, her words annoy me more. It could be my ego, my pride, or just because she’s the one saying it, but whatever the reason, I suddenly don’t want to be having this conversation. I brush her hand away and turn to the door, walking out as I throw a “Whatever” over my shoulder. I hear her calling me, but I don't look back. 

I stride into the bathroom, closing and locking the sliding door behind me. I flip on the crystalized shower faucet to let the water warm up, and turn around to lean my hands on the marble sink counter. I look up into my reflection and my eyes meet another blue pair, the same shade as my sisters. I sigh, attempting to let go of whatever this feeling is in my chest.

 After a few moments of staring I start getting ready, using my morning routine as a distraction. Because of Demitra, I only have about 15 minutes to get ready and eat breakfast. I move quickly, not wanting to be late and receive an earful from Mrs. Gomez, my homeroom teacher. I brush my teeth while the shower’s warming, and once I shower I slide open the door and walk into my room. Me and Demi share a bathroom, it being one of those Jack and Jill ones that connects two bedrooms. I pull a baggy red t-shirt over my head and slide on a pair of jeans. I grab my bookbag and head down the marble staircase. 

As soon as I get downstairs, I head to the kitchen to grab something to eat for breakfast. I walk past the stove and catch the digital clock in my peripheral. 7:55 A.M. Not enough time. I groan as I change my course to lead me to the front door instead. I grab the keys to my truck off the entryway table and close the door behind me. 

I squint my eyes in the sunlight, approaching the black blur (With black rims and a leather interior) and notice Demi already sitting in the passenger seat. If I have to hear yap the entire 20-minute drive, I’m crashing the truck to shut her up and put me out of my misery. She’s using the rearview mirror to properly put her lip-gloss on. Of course. I climb into the driver's side and readjust the mirror, apparently interrupting her. She scoffs, and moves it back towards her. “Like if two seconds without the rearview mirror is gonna kill you.” She stabs. I raise my eyebrows as I put my seatbelt on and start the truck. “It quite literally can.” I respond. She mutters a few profanities under her breath and puts the mirror back aggressively, and crosses her arms while turning away to face the window. I reach over her and grab her seatbelt, putting it on for her before I start backing out of the driveway. “And you say I’m snappy.” I comment. “I didn’t even have breakfast this morning because of you and I'm still not as dramatic.”

 Her head snaps towards me, her brown waves whipping me in the face. “You get upset easier than I do, though.” She counters. “But I’m not as loud and annoying when I'm upset.” I reason. She starts arguing. She’s about two minutes into her lecture before I cut her off with a loud groan. “Remind me why you don't have your own car?” I say, annoyed. “You know why.” She narrows her eyes at me. “I failed the test.” She states. “Exactly you loser, so shut up before I kick you out of my truck.” I spit. She throws her hair over her shoulder, purposefully hitting me in the face. “You think I'm kidding?” I question. She faces me, glaring up at me through her long lashes. “I dare you. If you kick me out I'm telling mom that you made me walk to school.” 

“Then mom will ask if you were being annoying, in which case you will respond with yes.”

“And if I say no?”

“Mom knows that I don't do things without reason. And plus,” I add, “We’re the same age. The whole ‘Believing you cuz you're the youngest’ skit doesn't work.”

“But I'm younger than you.”

“By ONE MINUTE!”

Suddenly, the car jerks forward aggressively, and Demi and I both spin around in our seats to look behind the truck at the same time. We then look at each other, and Demi’s eyes are wide with panic. “Did we just get rear-ended!?” I close my eyes, sucking in air through my nose and exhaling slowly and tightly through my mouth. I open my eyes. “Someone just rear-ended my truck.”

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[yoon-topias]

Yoontopia | Chapter 1 {Ocean Blues}

⟡ Warnings: Strong language, depression, mental health issues, references to self harm, references to violence, references to sexual assault, manic episodes, smoking, risky behavior, jealousy, smut.

⟡ 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

⟡ Best friend's older brother x OC

⟡ Summary:

Min Yoongi has managed to survive with few vices, a best friend he literally couldn't live without, a careful pharmaceutical cocktail, and a private utopia in his mind. It's not perfect, but he's never had any hope for perfect anyway. As far as he was concerned, everything was under control. That is until one little deal with his sisters best friend throws a wrench in his careful chaos and invades the quiet utopia he built for himself. Pineapple lollipops, late night bike rides, aquarium trips, secrets, promises, and uncertainty quickly spiral until Yoongi can no longer tell if he's his utopia. All he can do now is hold on and hope his heaven doesn't burn to hell. Will he make it through his reality and utopia colliding?

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Laying in your bed ready to rot another day away after you were broken up with because "you were just a good fuck, a nobody" just in his bed sheets for months and you're a nobody. Shuffling your feet in your sheets it's your weekend from the hustle and bustle of work, working as a lawyer no one saw you going into that field but it peaked your interest in helping people prove their innocence. Your job is taxing so the weekend is for yourself to just let go and be with him, well before you were broken up with. Now you're by yourself yet again, missing your best friend. Never the type to meet new people and yet here you are heart broken, look where it gets you the one time you step out of comfort. 

Your door opening throws you off and in walks no other than Min Yoongi. "Oh I gotta change the door code" rolling your eyes. He is in his normal all black attire which consists of black t-shirt, black zip up, either black jeans or leather, and black combat boots. Oh and you can't forget the two silver chains one you bought him and one Hana got him, paired with two rings one silver and one dark purple says it's because he likes the color and his small silver hoops.

"Nice to see you too, Violet. How much longer are you gonna pout, Hana keeps sending me here because clearly you're not taking care of yourself. You forget my sister is crazy and has both of our locations. " You scoff at him and grumble digging further into your bed.  He pulls the covers off of you and you look at him in shock and you're upset you just wanna be in your cozy bed all day. "hey! What if I was naked!" He laughs a you "you forget I know you better than everyone, you don't sleep without your purple pajamas with kuromi you had to have years ago" you gasp "because she is me"

"Yeah-yeah keep tellin' yourself that Vi you're a cute purple evil character. I'd love to see it" Vi  the nickname he gave you years ago, because Violet was too long to him so now it's Vi. Only getting Violet when he is mad at you or in serious situations.

He sits down on the black small futon with your blanket by his black boots in your room lighting up a cigarette. The way his slender finders pull the Malbro red from the back and places it between his lips and his eyes shut getting the first hit. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop smoking in my room Min Yoongi, you love killing your lungs don't you?"

"I do it's the only way to take the pain away, give me something else to kill the pain with and I'll stop"

Getting off the bed and going up to him to take your blankets back "gimme them Yoon it's loaf time, you can join" pointing at his side of the bed yeah you're just his sisters friend he tells himself yet literally has a place next to you in your bed. Even when you were that asshole who had no right to be with you, but in his head the list of guys he has seen you with will never be up to his standards, the only on that list is him.  Min Yoongi.

"No not today, you're getting out of bed and I'm no longer filling those emotions in your head. He was an asshole who never deserved you in the first place, Violet You're the most vibrant soul out there don't let anyone cover those colors you hear me? Now we're going out today to get your shit together. I'll be on the bike. Waiting. Don't keep me waiting Vi"

You wear all black clothes like you normally do and he calls you the most vibrant? Putting on your black jeans, your black cami crop top, a short black jean jacket, and of course can't  forget the black and white dunks that Yoongi also has.  You may be on the curvy side, it took a lot for you to get comfortable wearing these types of clothes worried about the looks you would get. Hana always said you were gorgeous. You can hear her voice right now "if you have the body show it those curves are like the road map and the more curves the more fun, exciting, and dangerous they are"

Grabbing your backpack off the table in the entryway. You see the picture of you and Hana. You miss her so much. She was the reason you would get out the apartment you used to share it together and now it just feels less homey. Sighing as you open the door and hitting the lock icon on the keypad.

Walking down the steps getting to the building entrance you see the security guard. He is younger but older than you,  super nice and has helped you multiple times when you forgot the door code when you got a little too tipsy at the bar after the break up. "Hello Joon, how has the shift been?"

"It's been good. Haven't had a lady forget her door code because she is too hung up on an asshole" rolling your eyes you know no one liked Jackson, but when you're the way you are you learn to settle on no one likes girls like you.  Stepping out the door putting on your sunglasses

"Ya know you're gonna have a helmet on take them off, Vi"

You already know that you're gonna have a helmet on, but you can't be bothered by the sun at any time of the day. Sliding them into your backpack pocket. The full black motorcycle you love to ride on. Feels like you get one step closer to heaven on the back of it.  "Another one Yoon, are you serious?" He has the cherry burning, taking another puff and exhaling. "Told you when you get something else to fill the void I will" but he knows the only thing that will fill it is you.

He throws it on the ground and stomps his boots over it. Grabs your helmet off the back it's black and your signature purple neon reflective for at night to be seen.  He puts it on your head and taps under your chin so he can do up the buckle. "Little miss lawyer what would your colleagues think of you out of work" once it's all done he does the check he always does with you or Hana when you ride with him shaking your head to make sure it's on tight enough.  "You're gonna give me a concussion Yoongi." Hitting his shoulder, walking over to the bike as always he gets on first and holds out an arm to give you sturdy grounding to hop on and put your feet on the pegs. Once you're situated on the back he taps your knee to give you the go ahead wrap around. Putting your knees close to his body and that's when you hear the rumble of the bike turn on and it already has you feeling alive. 

"For your information my colleagues need to know nothing about me out of work" over the helmet mic and speaker system, wrapping your arms around his waist interlocking your fingers and giving him a tug. He kicks the stand and revs it, that's your warning to hold on. You're off holding onto your best friend's older brother and no idea where you're going. You're along for the ride knowing he isn't going to tell you. 

Zooming in and out of cars listening to "Vi's playlist bitches" on the in helmet speakers and of course he has to listen to it too, currently playing a song you just have to yell and Yoongi always hates it because he can't mute you. 

Screaming your lungs "bitch I'm going ghost" as you tap on his stomach with him weaving in and out traffic to get to wherever your destination is. "Bitch I'm goin ghost" but what you don't know is Yoongi is in his helmet listening to you have the time of your life smiling knowing you're also smiling under that helmet he may also be mouthing the words so you don't hear him.

It's catchy, okay?

Giving you tap on your right knee you know he is about to make a sharp right turn you brace on to him and move your body right with him as he turns. He is going down a road you haven't been down in forever, the road to the aquarium your sanctuary. Yoongi even bought you a yearly passes so you can go anytime you want every year for your birthday but work has been become your priority and Jackson thought it was stupid and said "you're not a kid Violet"

"Yoon why are we going this way"

"You'll see, Vi" it's a long curvy road you've been on multiple times riding on the back of his bike. "So when you think Han will let me use her bike" he laughs and you wish you could stab him in the stomach but you rather not die.  "You think she's gonna let you drive Riot that's never happening."

"And why not?"

"Because you have the stability of a toddler learning to walk, Vi. Just stay backpacking on us"

Backpacking is what it is when someone is on the back of the bike, because you literally are their backpack.  You scoff "I'll show you Yoongi"

"I'd love to see it" tapping the left knee and feeling a little squeeze after the turn you're stopping his way of telling you, there is a language you have developed when you ride with him.  At a red light he keeps his hand on your knee to keep you in place and you're just singing your lungs out enjoying the feeling you get.  It's green, holding on again he makes another turn and taps your right knee. Squeeze when you come to the stop you're at your all time favorite place the aquarium. "What are you waiting for Vi, I know it's been a long time"

Holding his arm out to help you hop off the back and as you do helmet still on waiting for him you take his off and come over to take yours off.  He goes into his jeans and pulls the pack out and lights another and inhales. You see the pleasure written over his face with the first inhale.  Swinging his leg over and coming to your aid tapping your chin to lift it up to undo the buckle. Once he takes it off he looks at your wide eyes. Seeing the cigarette between his teeth, staring at it, the habit only formed when you were still in high school and he was already graduated. You noticed he became more distant from you and Hana more elusive. Why did he start smoking? "What you starin' at Vi" as he goes to fix your hair, smooths it out for you and pats your head and you're good to go.

"Nothin' Yoon" he nods, understanding you're not gonna tell he knows this. He is not gonna push further.  Grabbing both helmets, shoving one in your backpack and he holds his in his hand and starts to walk to the entrance. The cigarette in his other hand hits as he walks.  You rush to keep up with him. Why the hell is he going so fast? As you get to the entrance he flicks the bud on the ground smashing it between his boot and the pavement, showing the ticket person both your passes on your phones going to the locker area for pass holders. Putting your backpack and his helmet in one. Ready to see all your friends.  Smiling, waiting for Yoongi to hurry up and lock the locker "come on Yoon I haven't seen Lewis in forever" he laughs at you how you think you're best friends with the aquarium's one turtle.

Yoongi Pov:

"Okay, okay I'll go to the restroom and we can go see him wait here" going to the bathroom I just need a breather. God why is today eating me up I have been in her bed for fucks sake it didnt eat me up, but today is the day to eat me up. Splashing some water on my face and looking at myself in the mirror another cig yeah that's what I need maybe I can sneak out, no you can't she hates it. Looking at what I have become just to hold in emotions and pain. it can do a shit ton to a person become an addict but if I'm not addicted to cigs. I'm an addict to Vi.

When my sister told me to check on Vi, it just gave me the excuse to go see her and without a doubt I got out of bed even if it was early, knowing where I was gonna take her. The asshole she was with robbed her from her favorite place on planet earth. That stupid turtle, but if it makes her happy and smiling I'll do anything. One hundred dollars a year for a membership pass to see her smile yeah I'll do it for the rest of my life. Why do I have one? Well to go with her, but also when I'm missing her it fills the void. I want to get her confidence again in herself. Yeah, she is wearing her clothes again rather than sweats, but I see the way her arms hug her stomach trying to hide it.

She has always felt ashamed of her beautiful body, the curves that are a roadmap to her beautiful inside. Vi finally got comfortable a couple years ago and started to dress more for herself rather than for other people. She let that fucker into her life and he broke all the work she did, we did. She no longer takes compliments, no longer dresses for herself, and no longer is confident. I see a shell of the girl who I fell for. One more splash of water on my face, yeah I can do this. I have done it for years. I'm just the best friend's brother.

Walking out the restroom I see her on her phone with one arm covering her stomach "Vi let's go see Lewis we gotta tell Hans how he is doin'." there's the wide smile I'm used to. She is bouncing in excitement to go and see Lewis. I'll do this for the rest of my life if I gotta.

Running around the aquarium literally all day this girl. She can't get enough. She saw Lewis not once but four times when she looped around, and of course FaceTimed Hana to show her Lewis. Hans screamed and said she would be home soon for their child. Of course a day can't go by without her getting a break and she saw Jackson and his new girl walking around and she tried to b-line it out the doors and leave.

"Violet we're not leaving you haven't even seen bubbles. The starfish" . Two years ago you named it that because it was pink like bubble gum.

I know I can't use the words that I want to. Show him I'm better, show the fucker what he's missing. He won't have any choice but to notice to see whos he fucked with, she's with me no one is fuckin' with her. "But, he's here Yoon in my safe place"

"Wait, here okay Vi" she shakes her head, okay I'm gonna have to do this with her wrapped around my arm like she is going to break. Walking up to the bastard "oh, Vi look who it is Jackson" his eyes goes wide yeah that's right fucker. " Oh! Violet so you finally got with your best friends brother I see"

"We're not together Jackson he is taking me to my favorite place that you said was for kids so why are you here? Oh wait are you dating another one who just graduated and you're on a field trip"

Fuck yes that's my girl.

She said enough that the girl wrapped around Jackson is clearly pissed about what she said. "Well you better go enjoy the field trip Jackson and by the way you never deserved Violet" I see her chest moving up and down. She definitely did not plan on that today. "Hey let's go to the viewing circles and take a seat" nodding her head going to the place she'd spent hours. In school she would just come and sit in one and do homework, even in law school in an accelerated program to become one, tired out of her mind often caught her asleep on her books in one of these circles.

She takes a seat in one knees up to her chest lookin at the fish swim around "wanna talk bout' it?" Shaking her head no I understand why she wouldn't wanna talk about it. "I'm so proud of you for standing up to him Vi '' she looks at me as she does one tear falls. "You are Yoon?" the wide sparkling gray eyes I'm so used to, ever since we were kids I always thought they were beautiful and unique. Rare just like her.

"Of course, the world was against you the moment you were born and look at you as a lawyer at twenty four working your way up at the firm. You help people prove their innocence even though you were caught on the side of not innocent growing up with your dad in jail. Your mom barely survived on one income to take care of you. Vi, I'm so fucking proud of the bright young women you've become. Give yourself credit"

She is looking at me with those eyes that could say a million words. Did I go too far bringing up her parents? Fuck. "Hey I'm sorry I brought them up."

She rushes forward to me and wraps her arms around my neck hugging me like her life depends on me. "Yoon, thank you for being proud of me when I have no one in my court." I wrap my arms around her and give her a squeeze. "What about Hana, Ma, Pop and me? You got the four of us always in your court"

You're just the best friend's brother, remember that Yoongi.

She releases me and I see the mascara broken up under her eyes, lashes taking my thumb and rubbing lightly to take away the smudges. "You always been a cry baby" she scoffs at me there is the girl I know. She crosses her arms and right when she does Lewis the turtle is at the circle swimming. "You hear that Lewis he's bullying me" she's now fake crying looking at the fish swimming by. Her legs up to her chest and arms wrapped around her knees. She turns her head and looks at me. "Can we stay for a while Yoon?"

Not like we've already been here since early this morning and now it's already six at night and this girl still has yet to eat. "Whatever you want Vi but I'm going to get you some food. Stay here, got it? Don't go on another lap." nodding her head as I hop out the circle and she turns to just zone into the fish as they swim by.

Walking to the food court my pocket buzzes pulling out my phone it's a text from Hana

Hans: Make sure you take care of our girl, I know you love her as much as I do.

She thinks I wouldn't take care of Vi, I have always done it. Hana figured out my feelings years ago and promised to never tell Vi while I got my head on straight mentally and physically. I struggled with my mental health for years behind closed doors, we even had to lie and say I was at a school overseas for a program when I was actually in a hospital learning how to control my emotions. I finally have a grip on everything and don't hate the world. The one consistent I had was family and Violet. I was young and dumb for not telling Vi about it all but she has her own issues. How could a person with a loving family and perfect life you could ask for be like me? I wondered about myself so I hid it all from her.

Me: You really think I wouldn't take care of her? When she is the main reason I'm living. Sis I love you but know who you're talkin to.

Hana: I know but she has me worried.

Me: I got it. Trust me sis. Look at our location. Also your girl stood up to the asshole. Tell ya about it later getting her food.

Shoving my phone in my pocket again it buzzes again I'll check it later, Hans always has to have the last word. "May I have two slices of cheese pizza and two drinks please" swiping my card, waiting for the food to come out. "You've been visiting a lot recently and finally brought someone with you man" the young cashier says to me nodding my head. Maybe I have been in her sanctuary a little too much recently. Shoving the bottled drinks in my back pockets and holding both triangle pizza boxes in my hands I make my way up the stairs to the viewing area. I see her in the same position I left her staring at the fish swimming by like a little kid in her own world.

"Vi help pizza and coke here." She turns around and smiles grabs the boxes from my hands and sets it in her little circle she already turned in to home until closing for sure, pulling the drinks out my pockets handing one to her she opens it takes one sip makes a face and of course does her habit she shakes the bottle to make it more flat says it's "too spicy" if it's full fizz. Setting down so it doesn't explode and pats next to her for me to sit down. We both ate pizza. Of course I eat her crust because she hates it. I can hear it now "if it's just bread I don't want it the extra carbs I gotta make use of my carbs for the day can't waste them on plain bread" in turn I scoff with that reply anytime I hear it.

Once we eat it's seven at night and tonight is the night they close at eight so we don't have much longer we can stay. "Imma go throw this away I'll be back" there's a trash can close to the circle thank god. I don't wanna waste any time I have with her. One hour. Sitting in my spot looking at the fish swimming by. Without even turning to me she lays her head on my shoulder to get comfortable, yeah she's just my sister's best friend.

"Hey yoon" I hum in response.

"I wish I was a fish"

"If you were a fish I would have to walk around with you in a cup everywhere"

You gasp "I would be a fish like you see in the pet store! Uh. Oh! The beta fish. Their so pretty"

"You are pretty as you are Vi"

She of course doesn't acknowledge the compliment I give her, but that's normal. "You think if we were fish we would be friends, like how people say you're stars in another universe. What if our other universe were fish"

"Well then it looks like we're gonna be fish Vi because our lives are intertwined in every universe I know it." She gives me a smile "yeah we're fish"

"Hey Yoongs, will you ever stop smoking? It makes me nervous for you" fuck how do I explain it keep me sane. It's that rush it gives me that takes me away from my reality. Sometimes even her. "I don't know it's not easy to quit you know that"

"Oh! What if I help you every time you want to smoke you suck on a lollipop" she pulls one out her pocket, of fucking course she has one in her pocket. It's yellow.

"Fine, but if I do this you're getting something out of it. If I compliment you, you have to accept it. You need to learn to love yourself for everything you are that means mentally and physically. Also a sucker just won't do a heads up, but we can try the only other thing that has taken the pain away is kissing and sex."

She looks as if she is thinking we're both adults here and clearly both not virgins in our twenties she knows the power of sexual contact and intimacy. It's been a long time for me but hey maybe a one night stand will do me some good if I'm going to be complimenting the woman I have loved for years.

"You got it, but Yoongi I swear if I see a cig I'm going to kill you."

I would love to be killed by your thighs.

She reaches her hand pinky out and thumb out god this girl and habit. Putting my pinky out wrapping around hers.

"Pinky"

"Swear"

And we both kiss our thumbs and press it together, this will be the closest I ever get to kissing her I'll take it. She looks at me with a smile and looks at the fish again. Does she know what she just signed up for?

Unwrapping the lollipop makes her look at me from the crinkle of the wrapper, it's yellow, must be mango maybe pineapple? Let's see how it tastes. Looking her in the eyes and putting it in my mouth. She is looking at me for some sort of reassurance that it's good. I hum in response. "Maybe it'll work"

Sweet. Sweet. Pineapple. Maybe I can do this for her.

"Hey Yoon" humming in response to her. "There's a stupid office party and we all have to bring someone. Can you go with me because you know?" She doesn't wanna be the only one without someone "of course pretty I'll go with you but I'm not wearing a tux got it?"

"I'm not pretty"

"Miss lawyer what did we just pinky swear on are you breaking the law?"

She rolls her eyes. I'll allow it for now. It's the first compliment. "Thank you Yoon, fine you don't gotta wear a tux, but it's black and white theme"

There is an announcement coming over the speaker that the aquarium will be closing in ten minutes so me and Vi get ready to go and of course she says bye to Lewis not twice but four times. "I'll be back my son, I promise" I laugh at how dramatic she is. "Let's go get our stuff Vi" walking out she even says bye to bubbles even though he is on the other side of the aquarium and we wouldn't make it back in time to the exit. The last thing we need is to lose our passes. Going to the lockers I type in my code 0613 and take my helmet as she does the same code and takes out her backpack. She unzips the bag and takes out the helmet ready to go outside and put it back on. We say our thank yous to the employees and hope they all have a goodnight walking out. There is a light breeze in the air and the stars are already out. The sun must have set early tonight.

"Hey Yoon, look it's us in another universe and Hana!" She is pointing at three lone stars in the sky. Shining bright in the dark sky. "Yeah Vi, it's us" We walk to my bike and she is swinging her arms. I haven't seen her like this in months. It's nice to see her like this again. My bike in view, she holds the helmet out to me so I can put it on her. Once we get to the bike I set my helmet on my seat and she is standing right behind me waiting for me to put her helmet on her. "Vi your eyes will be the end of me" she blinks at me not understanding why I said it I couldn't hold back. Tapping her chin to lift up so I can put her helmet on and buckle it. "There you go, Vi" doing my normal shake on the helmet. I only started it to annoy her. I know I put it on tight enough but now I can't stop. Habits they're hard to break huh?

Getting my helmet on, hoping on my bike I put my arm out to give her the stability she needs to swing her leg over and put them on the pegs. Tapping her knee as they go ahead to wrap around me. I feel her knees come to my sides, arms wrapping around my waist, scooting in closer her body up against my back, and fingers interlock around me. I love giving myself pain don't I? Turning on my bikes hearing the purr of the engine ready to zip in and out of traffic.

I grab my phone and put it on the phone stand, hitting play on Vi's playlist on my phone. Hearing it play on the speakers. "Let's go beautiful" I kick the stand, rev my bike giving her no time to respond to my phrase taking off into the night with the only person I want to be with.

Violet Pov:

I heard what he called me and I couldn't even register it before he took off. Grabbing on to him I hear my playlist start on the speaker zoning into the cars we pass by all the lights at night.  It used to be the other way around. I was on the back of Hana and I would be looking at Yoongi drive beside us, oh how time has changed.  I feel a left tap preparing to make a turn with him. I lean to the left. "Yoon I don't wanna go home drop me off somewhere" I have one more day off work I can stay out late tonight. 

"Ya know already I'm not just dropping you off somewhere, but fine I'll take you somewhere. Hold on, we are going for a little ride. Next turn will be a hard right gotta make this light ahead"

Bracing myself for this turn, I love the night you see all different characters out riding on the back gives me a different perspective of the world. The bars are full, people walking home who got off late, the sex workers, dealers, and buyers. Yeah I may be in the law but it's not my job to be the police is it now? I defend the ones who are wrongly accused, not the ones doing it with intent. Feeling a tap to go right again I latch on more. It feels like tonight will be another full of turns, but that's okay I'm used to it. 

"Ready to go fast Vi? Live a little" I give him a squeeze as a yes I'm ready there is an open road no else but the lights on the sides ground, our helmets with mine neon purple, and red on his lighting up the path.  The bike makes a loud sound and we're off zooming down the road. I scream as he pops the front tire up and sees the city going by in a blur. 

Slowly down to a red light he moves his hand back to my thigh this time not my knee. I see his riding glove and I run my finger across the leather glove.

Why did I just do that?

"Vi, you tryin' to hold my hand? Imma need a lollipop for that"

"You're lucky I'm addicted to sugar I guess"

Wrapping my arms back around him as I hear the rev of the bike.  "Well let's go Jagiya" and what you didn't see was Yoongi smirk as he finally got to call you that for the first time ever with no refusal.

Pulling into a spot at the shop where Yoongi works on his bike at, he works part time here. Honestly I don't know how he does it working two jobs and I'm barely able to make it through my one. "Hey I got something to show you" he lifts his arm to help me off and takes his helmet off after I'm off swinging his leg over he comes up to me taps my chin and unbuckles the helmet when it is off he is looking at me and our eyes stare at each other. His cat shaped eyes pull me in and always have they are truly one of a kind.

"I'm gonna be another lollipop Vi, I think I'm a sugar addict"

Eyes still connected I reach my hand back and go into the side pocket of my backpack and grab another lollipop and hand hold it out for him. "Pineapple is all I got" he makes a slow blink and takes it from my hand, unwraps it and looks at my lips and neck to my eyes. "Looks like I know how you taste Vi" putting the lollipop in his mouth and walks towards the shop.  I stand there mouth open watching as he walks away after what he just said. 

Yeah he's messing with me that's it.

Walking to the shop slowly with my big backpack on my back, I spent many nights here with Hana and Yoongi.

"Yoongi how many times do we have to tell you it is alone time go to the other side of the shop"

"Well you two will break something I know."

Sitting on a little stool with wheels while Hana is working on her bike when they bicker you just let them, no reason to get in the way.  Trying to scoot back I tilted the stool a little too much and fell on my ass yep I'm clumsy what can I say.

"Ya! See Vi will be broken by the end of the night if I leave her with you"

Hana scoffs at his words and puts her hand to her chest, offended while Yoongi comes over to me and puts a hand out in my head. I'm too heavy. I can do it myself. "It's fine Yoon I can do it"

"No you're not I'm helping you up miss fall on my ass"

I hear Hana in the back say "she got enough cushion damn that ass is perfection" in turn makes me laugh. Yoongi grabs my hands and helps me up and I get shy about it. "Thanks Yoon, sorry" I start to brush off my pants and and Hana comes behind me and smacks my ass hard "I'll never get tired of it"

"Girls are so weird, do you just go around touching each other's ass and boobs for fun" which makes Hana come around and grab my boob and look him dead in the eyes "Yes, do you not touch your friends balls."

Yoongi looks disgusted at her words "hell no I would never let them touch me. Only people putting their hands on me is a girl, I'm gonna go to the other side but I swear if you break Vi I'm killing you tonight" he puts both his middle and pointer finger in front of his eyes back and pointing between him and her and walks away. 

I hear the garage door open "You coming Vi?" I come out of the memory and hum in response to him and walk to the shop he has two bikes parked next to each other his other black racer with red hues and one I haven't seen it's black and purple neon as accents. "You got another one Yoon you gotta slow down you can only ride one at a time"

"And who says it's for me" raising his eyebrow looking at me. "Who has a purple neon helmet in her hand"  he points to your hand and your mouth drops open.

Having no words I just go take a seat on the same stool I have fallen off many times. "Well that is if you get me to fully stop smoking Vi, we in this together right you gain confidence and I stop smoking so what do you say?"

You drop your helmet on the ground and look up at him. "Are you serious Yoon"

"Dead serious Violet. You get me to stop, it's yours we can go out in the town and I'll teach you, but that doesn't stop you from riding on the back of mine you're my backpack remember."

"But-but what if I can't do it" you tear up thinking you're not strong enough to help him, hell you barely have the power to do it for yourself right now. He walks for you too and drops to his knees to come to eye level with you. The pad of his thumb wipes your tears away.

"Look like you gotta do everything in your power, Vi you're the strong person I know" looking at his eyes and nodding my head. "Okay okay I can do this for you. Looks like I need more pineapple lollipops. Wait! Do you like other flavors?"

"Pineapple is my favorite Vi"

Yoongi Pov:

She smiles at my answer and nods her head about the pineapple. "Looks like I'm cashing in, I need another" she reaches in her back and grabs another lollipop and opens it for me and puts it up to my mouth to take. I accept it and smirk once it's in my mouth.

Sweet. Sweet. Pineapple.

"Can I go see it Yoon" pointing at the bike I nod my head and stand up holding my hands out for her to take "no I'm good Yoon I'm too heavy" I pull her arms and she stands as I pull. Putting my finger under her chin, those gray eyes looking up at me. "Whoever said that to you it's bullshit you're perfect Violet" nodding her head having to take the compliment I'm sure she'll get used to it.

Walking to the bike she is smiling, running her fingers across the main seat for once, not the back seat looking at me "can I sit?" Walking over to her and grabbing her hand to help her swing her leg over, placing her hands on the tank and smiling down at it. The way her body looks on the bike is a fucking sin. The way her thighs sit around it, her curves in shape with the bike accentuating the beautiful bike but even more the beautiful girl on it. I can picture it riding at night with her red and purple zooming through the night but nothing will replace when she is my backpack "It fits you Vi. let's do this". Taking the lollipop from my mouth holding out my pinky to her she smiles and connects our pinkies going in to kiss our thumbs.

"Pinky"

"Swear"

It's sealed. We have started this journey together.

I'm just the best friend's brother.

Thank you for reading. ₊˚⊹♡

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[sevasey51]

Y/N has had a migraine brewing all day while at work. Connie has paperwork to finish so after her shift she goes upstairs to lay on his office. Considering she worked all day and well even if she was off his loving husband and surgeon mind does everything to help her.

Even When You Hate It

Summary: After battling a migraine all day at work, Y/N retreats to her husband Connor’s office to rest. Despite having paperwork to finish, Connor immediately shifts into caregiver mode when he finds her in pain. Knowing the oral meds won’t work, he gently administers the sumatriptan injection she dreads. Though it makes her sick, he stays by her side—calm, steady, and comforting—holding her through the worst of it until the migraine begins to break and she finally falls asleep in his arms.

By mid-morning, the pounding had started.

At first, it was a dull pressure behind Y/N’s right eye, easily ignored in the rush of a chaotic maternity floor. She kept moving, kept smiling, kept charting. But by the time she made it through three postpartum checks, a code brown in a delivery suite, and half a protein bar eaten in the stairwell between pumps, the pain was blossoming—hot and tight across her scalp, with little flashes behind her eyes when she bent forward.

By noon, she’d dimmed the hallway lights near her workstation. By 2 p.m., she was nauseated enough to skip lunch altogether. And by the end of shift—when her badge finally beeped out of maternity—she wasn’t sure if she’d make it down the elevator without throwing up.

But she didn’t go home.

Instead, she took the elevator up to the cardio floor.

Connor’s office was dark and quiet when she stepped in, the ambient hum of his air purifier the only sound. She didn’t bother turning on the lights. Just kicked off her shoes, curled onto the couch he kept there for nights he didn’t make it home, and wrapped herself in the soft gray throw blanket they kept folded by the armrest. Her head throbbed. Her skin was too hot, then too cold. But this—his office, his scent lingering faintly in the space, the knowledge that he wasn’t far—was safe.

She texted him once.

“Upstairs. Migraine. Lying down. Love you.”

He didn’t answer right away. She didn’t expect him to. He had notes to finish, cases to prep, rounds to review. But he always came.

And he did.

Connor opened the office door as quietly as he could. It was nearly 6 p.m. He found her curled on her side, one arm slung over her eyes, the throw blanket tangled around her knees. Even in the dim light from the hallway, he could see how pale she looked.

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching by the couch. “Baby. You still with me?”

She groaned in response.

“Scale of one to ten?”

“…nnghhf…”

He smiled faintly, brushing a few strands of sweaty hair off her temple. “That bad, huh?”

She nodded, flinching slightly at his touch. Her body was warm, not fevered, but warm in that way she got when the migraine started winning—when the pressure behind her eyes stole her words and her balance and left her barely able to tolerate light or movement. He saw the twitch in her jaw when she swallowed hard, trying not to gag.

He exhaled. “Alright. Let’s fix it.”

She whimpered at that.

Connor didn’t take it personally. He knew what she meant.

Fixing it meant the injection.

“I can do the oral,” she mumbled hoarsely as he gently peeled back the blanket, checking the inside of her arm for gooseflesh. “I’ll just—gimme water—”

“Nope,” he said gently. “You know that’s not going to touch this. You waited too long. Your stomach won’t even absorb it.”

“I hate the shot,” she groaned.

“I know you do.”

“It makes me sick.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“Connor…”

He kissed her forehead. “Even if it makes you sick, it’ll break the migraine. You’ve had this building all day. Let me do it. I’ll stay with you.”

Tears stung behind her closed lids. But she nodded.

Connor prepped the sumatriptan auto-injector with practiced hands. He helped her roll gently onto her side, baring the upper part of her thigh, swabbing the area with alcohol. His voice never stopped—calm, low, reassuring.

“You’re doing so good. Just a quick sting, okay? Deep breath in…”

The injector hissed with a dull click.

She gasped, fingers tightening around his free hand as the burn settled into the muscle. Her whole body jerked at the sensation—the rush of pressure, the metallic taste in her mouth, the nausea clawing up her throat.

“I got you, I got you,” Connor murmured, already pulling the waste bin close, rubbing her back. “Let it out if you need to. No pressure.”

She did. Just a little.

He held her hair, wiped her face with a cool cloth, and whispered quiet affirmations as her body shook. Then he cleaned her up, helped her sip water when the waves settled, and tucked her back into the couch with practiced hands.

“I hate that one,” she whispered again, voice cracked from tears and bile.

“I know,” he said, climbing onto the couch behind her, wrapping himself around her back. “But I love you. Even if it hurts.”

She didn’t answer. But she let him hold her, her body slowly going slack as the worst of the nausea passed and the tight band around her skull began to ease. The meds were working.

Connor pressed a kiss to her temple. He didn’t move again.

Not until she was asleep.

[satorsra]

Here, Kitty Kitty

wc: 625

notes: first post!! i am so scared LOL but anyways, i'm in love with satoru and cats. and both of em together. enjoy :3

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“Hello sweet baby! I missed you!” The meow you got in response to your exaggerated baby voice should’ve been a clear indication of who you were talking to as you stepped in through the door. Your pet kitty of course.

Poor little Satoru didn’t get that. Or he did and chose to ignore it. Who knows.

He runs downstairs to greet you at the door, stopping abruptly to dust himself off dramatically. “Hey baby! Missed you so much too!” He beams in a much similar voice that you used with your kitty.

What.

The confusion is short-lived though, you put the pieces together pretty quickly. Being with Satoru long enough, you’ve gotten pretty good at that.

His innocent greeting made you snort, deciding to play with him a bit.

“Oh, hi Satoru.” You smiled at him, too casually for his liking.

“Wha-” He cuts himself off with a frown. “Wow. So am I not your sweet baby? Did you not miss me?” He crosses his arms childishly. “Next you’re gonna tell me you don’t wanna give me a kiss.”

Your lover (who is very much a grown man!) makes it so hard not to make fun of him. It’s just too easy.

“Yeah, you’re right honestly.” You sigh nonchalantly, picking up your cat and walking into the living room with Satoru following you like a puppy. You plop down on the couch, burying your face in your cat’s soft fur and smothering her with kisses.

Satoru just stands infront of you, watching you bombard the feline with affection with his arms still crossed. Your eyes look up to meet his, gaze boring holes into you. “Do you need something? Other than some brown eye contacts, jeez-”

“Shut up!” He stifles a laugh at the familiar joke about his bright blue eyes that you often make. He’s gotta be serious if he wants to steal you away from the cat.

He points at the cat. “Gimme that.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because what?!” He’s starting to get impatient while you’re trying your best not to laugh.

“Because I missed her soo much. And look at how she’s cuddling with me, she missed me too.” You say with another kiss to her head.

“Okay? And? I missed you soo much as well!” He mocks your voice at the end there. “She isn’t special!” Rolling his eyes dramatically, he sits down next to you. 

“And…” He starts. “My cuddles are ten times better than hers. Don’t deny it.” Normally he would’ve said that with a cocky smile, but right now, he’s got on the cutest pout. There’s only so much you can pretend to be indifferent to your stupidly cute lover.

Placing kitty on the ground, you let her go. “Alright.” You say in defeat, shifting yourself on the couch to face towards him with your arms open to him. “Come on ‘Toru! C’mere!” If he was gonna be jealous over the cat, you’ll treat him like one.

He blinks a few times at you and pauses to think to himself. If I make fun of her right now, she’s gonna take it back. So he chooses the safer option and indulges you.

A sly smile forms on his face before he dives into your arms, head resting in the crook of your neck. “You’re so mean.”

You run your fingers through his hair. “You make it hard not to be mean to you, kitty.” You chuckle.

“Meanie.” He muffles against your skin, placing small kisses along your neck and collarbone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry.” You say as you place a kiss on his head and smile to yourself.

“I mean, you coulda just waited your turn for snuggles-”

“No.”

You’re definitely calling him Catoru from now on.

✎ bro is never beating the catoru allegations he's so kitty coded