#i was going to watch it while i eat lunch but i’ve been actually socializing with people during lunch unfortunately(/j) so i need to find

[justmeinadaze]

Unattainable Part VI (Eddie X Theater Girl)

Ok! So begins the smut! This actually hit a cord with me because I can not tell you how many times in the past I tried to be intimate with a someone and I heard my moms voice in my head degrading me. I wish I had had an Eddie to be patient with me <3

Warnings: Theater girl has an internal struggle regarding her trauma. Lots of anxieties this one. Adorable, concerned Eddie. Smoking. Fingering (F receiving).

Word Count: 1703

“Do you want to smoke with me before we eat and watch the movie?” Eddie asks clanging his little black metal lunch box shut. 

“Sure. It’s been a while so you’re going to have to be patient with me.” His eyes narrow playfully in my directly as he sits back down on the bed and rolls the joint. 

“Look at you.” He says in a high pitch voice. “Miss actress, all As over here smokes to. My lady, you never fail to surprise me. Who do you buy from because I know it’s not me.”

Dramatically, I reach up, grasping my chest in fake shock. “My knight in shining armor! You don’t already know? I thought you were following me around?”

“Yeah, yeah. Obviously, not that closely.”

I let out a slightly breathy giggle. “It’s seriously been a while. I’ve never actually bought any for myself. The theater kids are kind of a rowdy bunch after a good performance. We used to all hang out and smoke but this past year usually I just go home after the show is over.”

Eddie passes the joint to me lighting the end as I inhale. “Why is that?” He asks. I pass it back to him and lay back resting my head on his pillow. I look up at him, patting beside me motioning for him to lay. He crawls up the bed, pausing to open the window a bit before he lays flat on his back next to me. 

“I don’t know. Junior year was a bit harder for me, maybe. My dad found out my stepmom was pregnant which made my mom upset. She started drinking more which means she was yelling more and being a bit more ruthless than normal. I guess I just didn’t want to have to pretend to be happy and social.”

I can feel him watching me as I talk so I turn my head to meet his gaze giving him a half smile. 

“That must have been extremely hard.” He finally says after a long pause. “I wish I had known or even had the guts to talk to you. Let you know you had someone in your corner.”

I rolled over, then, moving my body so I pressed against his side. Wrapping my arm around his waist I hugged him to me. Safe. You are safe here. My head is resting on his chest and I feel his hand come up play with my hair. We laid like that for a while just smoking and talking. He told me about his family, his dad, and how he ended up living with his uncle. I told him about my parents divorce and my dad leaving. After the joint burned out and the conversation subsided, we just laid there intertwined together. Is this happiness? I really like it. Please let me keep this.

“Are you hungry?” he quietly asks. “I’d make you something but it would probably kill you and I’ve grown kind of fond of you.”

Leaning up on my elbow, I smile against his lips as I kiss him. “I kind of like you to. I am starving actually.” 

“Good. Let’s order some fooooood!” Eddie shouts as he reaches for the phonebook. 

###############

We decided on some Chinese food and A Nightmare on Elm Street as our movie for the evening. 

“They are making a third one you know. Dokken is supposedly working on a song for it. I’m excited.” Eddie grins ecstatically as he reaches over to place his drink on the table beside his bed. He was currently lying flat on his back with one of his arms behind a pillow propping up his head. I was sitting on the other side of him with my back to the wall and my legs resting over his stomach. His other arm casually rested over them with his hand occasionally rubbing my socked foot or jeaned leg. While he was watching the movie, I was watching his hand. I could feel myself having an internal battle with that negative voice inside my head.

Why won’t his hand go higher? I really want it to. Maybe I should initiate first? Oh sure. Go ahead, slut. I’m not a slut. I care about Eddie a lot. So did our mother but dad left anyway didn’t he? He’s not like that but what if I’m like her. I’d die if I ever hurt him. You can’t help it. Never forget. YOU’RE the problem. NO, I’M NOT!

“Do you want to watch another one? Or if you want, I can take you home. It’s still early. Well for me anyway.”, he chuckles. I had been so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t realize the movie had ended and Eddie’s attention was now focused solely on me. 

“Can we try something?” My question comes out a bit more forcibly than I meant it to. 

“Yes?” he responds cautiously his eyes scanning me with concern.

Pulling my legs up, I turn around so we’re side by side with my back flat against the mattress. I reach over and grab his arm pulling him up slightly so he’s resting on his other elbow, face looking down at mine. Using both my hands I pull him down towards me pressing my lips to his. He’s thrown off a bit but he slowly starts responding to my kisses. I open my mouth slightly inviting his tongue entry and he obliges. His free hand glides down till it’s resting on my lower back twisting waist to meet his. My entire body is tingling with excited energy but I notice quickly that my head is silent. You’re safe here.

Removing my hands from his face, I reach for the firm hand on my back and delicately rest his fingers on the top button of my blue jeans. His lips pull away, his face inches from mine. Eddie quickly scans my face again. “Can we, um, try something?” My tone is much lower but slightly more breathy. 

Eddie doesn’t verbally respond. Instead, he looks down at my hips as he unbuttons my jeans, pulling down the zipper as well. His hand comes down to rest on my stomach just above my panty line. His eyes look up to meet mine and I can see they a mixed with a combination of concern for me and pleasure of the moment. 

“If at ANY time you want me to stop just say the word…”

I stare into his soft brown eyes as I reach for the top of his hand on my stomach and guide it between my legs. The first initial touch of his fingers makes my breathing uneven. I gently push them between the folds brushing them against my clit. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, and moan. Immediately, I feel his warm breath on my neck as he starts tenderly sucking leaving a trail along my skin. 

I slide my hand from his and glide up his arm till it’s on his cheek again pulling him to my lips. His own makes slow circles around my bud still slightly testing the waters. I start moving my hips against his finger as I moan against his lips hoping that’s enough of a signal to let him know I’m ok. Eddie gets the message, sliding his middle finger towards my entrance pushing all the way in. 

I gasp in pleasure at the feeling. “Oh my god, Eddie.”, turning my head into the nook between his neck and shoulder. 

He nudges my head delicately with his shoulder out of its resting place. His mouth makes its way up my cheek, hovering just above my lips. “Yeah? Does it feel good?”

“Yes” I hum leaning in to catch his lips with mine.

Eddie pulls away from me slightly and smiles. “Good. I want you to feel good,” he slides another finger in me and begins pumping them into my cunt at a faster pace. “You deserve to feel good.”

Feeling myself about to reach the breaking point, I close my eyes, reaching up to grab the lower half of his arm.

I feel his forehead press to mine. “Hey”, he whispers,” Look at me.” I slowly flutter them open to met with his own. He shifts a little more on his side and adjusts his arm so it’s no longer bent at the elbow. His palm points downward causing his fingers to pump deeper into me. He maneuvers with purpose, thrusting them into me as quickly as he can. 

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me.” 

I feel the coil snap as I fall over the edge. I reach down between my legs over my jean and grab his hand as he continues fingering me through my orgasm. My body trembles as I move up to grab his wrist. 

“Ok. Ok. Please.” 

My eyes squeeze shut as I lean back on his pillow trying to catch my breath. Eddie’s removes his hand and I hear the zipper on my jeans being pulled up. After he tenderly buttons them closed, I feel his hand slide up my body till it’s resting on my cheek. His thumb runs along my bottom lip. When I open my eyes, I see him peering down at me with that adorable smirk. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

I playfully push his shoulder and smile up at him. “Stop. You’re going to make me throw up.”

His grin gets wider as lays flat on his side facing me. His right arm slides behind my neck and he slings his left over my stomach. He pulls my body to his till his nose meets my cheek. 

“I’m serious.”, Eddie whispers, “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful than you already are but then I watched you cum just now.” My head turns to face his as he continues. “The way you moan. The way your body moves. Even the way you say my name. Damn.” He lets out a soft moan of his own.

I roll over and wrap my arms under his. “Thank you. For being so patient with me.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Safe. You. Are. Safe. 

[rantingofasmallorganism]

February 6th 2023: Birthday Bashes, Possible Promotions, and Creating Controlled Chaos

Dear endless void that is the internet, so much for posting once a week huh.

It’s been 12 days since I posted and much has happened in those days. This past weekend I went to the keys to celebrate my best friend's birthday, we have this little “not so private” beach we go to when we visit the upper keys and we spent the day inebriated, swimming, and eating. Of course, cause underage drinking is frowned upon by the law, we hid our drinks in our reusable Starbucks cups and called it a day. Personally, I used strawberry acai with lemonade mixed with Alani Nu Breezberry and watermelon-flavored malibu.

Now, before I disclose the following information, I feel the need to mention that the drinking took place from around 10:30 in the morning till about 2 in the afternoon. Also, I had eaten before drinking and stopped before I had lunch. So throughout three and a half hours, I consumed about thirteen ounces of malibu on my own along with some sips of soju.|

We had lunch at this small burger place called M.E.A.T eatery and taproom. What made us decide to spend our money here wasn't a photo of the food or even the fact it was featured on "diners, drive-in, and dives", but a shirt we saw on Instagram that said, "You can't beat our meat."

Now I am an adult turning 20 in late March. I make monthly car payments and insurance payments ahead of time. In addition to this, I am a full-time student and work almost full time and am in line to get a promotion. I'd say I am responsible. However, there is a little part of me that I can only describe as a 14-year-old boy who has to laugh at things like that. "You can't beat our meat." God damn was the right. Those burgers were so good. On top of that their smoked potato salad has me drooling just thinking about them.

Overall we had a blast, we donned cowboy hats and played country music and what my cousin likes to call "old white people music". This consists of music such as that of Jimmy Buffets' "Margaritaville". We got back to my cousin's house, and dinned on pizza, soda, and slutty brownies while watching "Crazy Rich Asians". To say I love that movie is an understatement. It was a fucking masterpiece. Just absolute gold. From the script to casting to costume and set design. A solid ten out of ten.

Now today has been crazy. I woke up late and missed my first class, what a fucking joy, my only other class for today is my journalism class. This, my dear void, is where I sit and type up what you're reading. This is funny because we are on the topic of different media formats and my professor mentioned blogs and social media. She asked who has a blog and I raised my hand. Technically I have two, this one and another one on this same hell site but It's a fanfiction blog. She asked how many followers and what type of blog.

Did I answer honestly?

Of fucking course I didn't, at least not completely.

I said it's a blog where I test different concepts I want to write on and different writing styles and that I had somewhere between 900 and 1000 followers. Which is all true. What I left out was that it is a fanfiction blog mainly catering to the shows supernatural, sherlock, and marvel. I am a junior in college majoring in psych and pre-med. I do not need my cohort to learn that I am a fanfiction writer. It's not something I am ashamed of, but I know the jokes (usually are made lovingly) would never end, and that not what I need.

Some might think "pre-med and psych? Why are you taking a journalism class?" A shocker for many people (including my father), people actually have hobbies. Mine is writing. So I like to learn of all forms and styles. Creative writing, journalism, creative writing, academic research. I want to know all of it and everything that there is to know. I've published a book, won writing contests, and still run a blog, and post my ramblings onto this public forum as if it's a private diary as a way to vent. To say I like writing is an understatement. Speaking of liking things and hobbies. I like...No. I love variety. I had to rinse and repeat and I love the spontaneity of life. I also need to keep to a routine so I don't spiral out of controll and lose track of life. Recently, I've felt almost that my life has become stagnant again. I cannot put words to the way I hate stagnation.

Yes, I know people need to rest after making progress to recharge and restock energy and resources before continuing on tackling long-term goals. But I hate to stay still for too long. Usually, I need to do something small to change up my day and its scratches the ich until I find my next footing. This time it wasn't as simple as changing the scenery while doing my homework. I almost impulsively went for a walk in the forest area near my house.

Is this the type of activity that causes a person to die in a horror movie?

Yes.

Was I aware of this?

Yes

Did I do it?

No

Why?     

I got a call from my boss.    

For the past year or so I have been trying to become a shift manager at my job. Not only for the five-dollar pay raise but also due to the fact it would look great on my resume and offer me experience that would do me good in the long-term future.

 It got to the point where I've been frustrated with my job. I've been trying to move up the ladder and haven't gotten anywhere but getting fewer hours. Granted it has been the slow season for our industry and job but still. It's aggravating.

Then an angel shines down upon me and stops me from being a stereotypical dumbass horror movie character and my phone rings. My manager tells me about the opening, how to apply, and what the application and interview process looks like. Any idea of venturing into a body of woods by myself evaporated faster than it spawned and I applied to the position as fast as possible.

Now the chaos I've been looking for. The new energy flow in my life. Trying to land that position. Aside from trying to get straight A's this semester and taking a break during the summer, now I have this. Especially since I'm taking almost four months off from school and have open availability with my job. At 20 an hour, for a 60-hour paycheck, I'll make more than my monthly expenses. I'll make more in that paycheck than I do currently in a month.

I have earned this promotion, I've busted my ass and done anything and everything I can short of trying to seduce the higher-ups, and I set standards in life that prevent me from doing so.

Now I depart from this post and I am off to use the restroom and head home as my professor is ending class. Have a great day and stay safe. Till next time.

  -your blogger

[umichenginabroad]

Week 14: Reflections

Hello everyone,

Welcome to my last blog post of this semester! It’s definitely bittersweet. I’m going to miss a lot about Madrid, but I’m also looking forward to starting my internship back in the US. It’s going to be hard to capture all that these last four months have been, but I’ll try to start with some things I’m going to miss about Madrid. 

Easily the thing I’m going to miss the most is the bustle of the streets. Not only are there people walking the streets everywhere, but there’s also always people sitting outside at the tables eating, drinking, and chatting with each other. Especially when the weather’s warm out, everyone will be outside and the vibes are just so happy and carefree. Life is slower here, and the streets are a perfect example of that (even the slow walking). One of my favorite experiences this summer has been watching El Clásico on the street outside a restaurant just around the corner from my house. They put up a TV on the outside, and there were so many people huddled together watching and cheering. Here’s a video from when Madrid beat Barcelona on penalty kicks. Seriously unreal.

Something about Spain in general that I’ve really enjoyed is the eating culture here. Eating lunch or dinner is always a social event, taking hours to just eat and chat with friends or family. Every meal is an excuse to hang out, and I really enjoyed that. I feel like a lot of the time, I’m really trying to get through lunch or dinner and move on to the next thing, but here, everyone always treats it like a true break. At first, I was a little annoyed at how long the waiters took to bring the check, but I’ve definitely grown to love spending hours at the table.

Also, the ease of travel has been actually insane. Like it’s on average less than $100 to travel two hours by flight. And the train system is so remarkable too. Plus, hostels make it so easy to travel without breaking the bank. They’re about $20-$40/night and are everything you need from a place to stay, plus they often have cool activities and are social if you’re traveling alone. I really wish there was more of a travel infrastructure in the US, like trains connecting major cities and hostels, or more affordable accommodations.

I’m also going to miss wandering around and just stumbling upon different shops, restaurants, and events. Being in such a walkable city has been amazing. When I have a few hours with nothing to do, I’ll just head outside and wander around. I’ve found some pretty cool shops and free exhibitions this way, and it’s been a great way for me to explore the city while staying active. I've also really enjoyed the painted shop doors all around the city that I get to see during some of my long walks.

Another uniquely Madrid experience I’ll miss is going to see the sunset at Templo de Debod. I’ve gone a handful of times now, and sitting on the grass with like 50 other people, gazing over the city while there’s some live guitar and singing in the background is just such an amazing feeling. I love to just sit there, look out, and people watch until the sun goes down. 

Now, as honorable mentions: I’ll miss Primark, the Ale-Hop across the street, Flying Tiger, the freshly squeezed orange juice from Dia, my local grocery store, and Danone yogurt (apparently this is the cheap kind, but it’s my favorite).

On the other hand, there are some things I’m really looking forward to when I get back to the US. We seriously take Target for granted, and I’m weirdly excited to be back in the presence of a Target. I also really miss driving. Driving with some music on in the background is one of the first things I’m going to do when I get back. Out of everything though, I’m most excited to be back in yoga pants and sweatshirts. Even though I’ve gotten used to dressing up here, there’s nothing like being in comfy clothes all day. 

Being abroad for these past few months has definitely made me want to bring certain things from the Spanish lifestyle here back with me to the US and make changes in my own life. I think I’ll try to be a tourist in my own city a little bit more. Traveling quite a bit has made me realize all there is to discover in every place, and I feel like I never do the places where I actually live enough justice. Even just thinking about Ann Arbor, there are so many restaurants and shops downtown that I’ve yet to explore, as well as markets and other festivals I feel like I could seek out a little more. Going off of that, I think I’m going to try to be more than a student when I go back to school in the fall. Usually, school consumes my life, and there’s not much time to do anything else, but I’m going to try to walk around to the parks in Ann Arbor and maybe just get lost in the streets of downtown a little more often. Another big one is scheduling more social time and chilling time into my life. I want to be able to read a book or draw after work on the weekdays, and now that I’ve seen it be possible for so many people, I’m going to try to make an effort to incorporate that into my own life.

Reflecting on classes this semester, I would say that they have definitely been easier than Michigan classes, but not really as easy as everyone says study abroad is. I’ve really liked my professors, and am especially thankful to have been able to do research here. I’ve learned a lot just from that this semester in terms of working in a global setting. My Spanish class has definitely increased my confidence in speaking, and I’ve learned how to say things in a more conversational way instead of in a more academic way like I’ve learned before. Taking Fluid Mechanics here has been nice too. Even though it’s my hardest class, there’s a lab component that has really helped me understand the more theoretical parts of it. And my Numerical Methods class has been so much fun too! It was so chill and I enjoyed learning more Matlab. 

Overall, this semester has been a nice break from everything, and I’m glad to have had this opportunity to grow and experience a different lifestyle from what I’m used to. I’m also thankful to have had this opportunity to document my time here with these blogs that have made me think more deeply about my time in Madrid. And thank you for following along!

Here are some pictures of the flowers finally blooming in Madrid and some other cool pictures :)

Signing off,

Isha Venkatesh

Mechanical Engineering

Comillas — Madrid, Spain

[bankofculture]

The Human Perspective of Sitcoms

Ever since realizing that I can never see from anybody’s eyes but mine, I’ve never been able to shake it off. I can be close to people, know them better than they know themselves, and put myself in their shoes. But I can only ever use my astigmatism-ridden eyes to see the world. And despite social media and portable 100-megapixel cameras offering us the world in crisp 4K quality, using your own eyes to look at something will always be a unique thing. It would be a very different conversation if humans and mobile phones achieve a state of singularity, but still, there will always be a difference between a digital interaction and actual experience. For one, seeing things is a non-stop ordeal of first-hand processing of information. Your sight is something special. For one, it allows you to watch sitcoms and my eyesight, poor as it is, gave me the blessing to watch Frasier and a scene in one of the last episodes of the whole series allowed me to re-examine my and the all sitcom’s collective viewership’s perspective on watching this particular kind of television media.

An old woman was asking Frasier for a favor in a scene set in the hallways of his condominium, the Elliot Bay Towers, and I realized that I was watching these two people. The camera was right in front of them, and it’s as if I was a neighbor who stumbled upon their conversation and shamelessly watched the whole thing. I probably wouldn’t have come to the same conclusion if I wasn’t so familiar with this show, but I am and I did. For a moment, I created a situation for me as the observer in my head: they are standing in front of me but they don’t notice me, so nothing is breaking my gaze at their exchange. That eureka moment was a weird one. In my head, I suddenly pictured the camera, instead of acting as my eyes to the show, suddenly focused on me, focused on Frasier and Opal, the old woman, while they were none the wiser. That fleeting feeling of strangeness, of becoming a metaphysical presence in a television show, stuck with me. It was like I was living in a different world, and for someone who consumes all kinds of media in all kinds of mediums, this was different. This is as close as I get in becoming a different human who sees other things. Even if that’s limited to the universe of Frasier. For a solid 20 seconds, I got the feeling that I was seeing through someone’s eyes.

It’s kind of funny to have that realization after watching the entirety of Frasier multiple times. Ever since then, though, I keep getting this feeling that there is a place for me as an unnamed, faceless character in Frasier. But, at this point, I was at a crossroads. Do I watch all 264 episodes again and tell myself that it’s simple camera work, or sitcoms are like this to simulate the human perspective? I was not ready to let this newfound awareness slip, so I watched the whole thing again. This is after I tell my girlfriend that this show is consuming every second of free time I get. This is when Frasier was coming first over exercising and finding a hobby. Whenever I can, I eat lunch and dinner in front of my computer. And when I feel like I need a change of scenery, I’d work at my kitchen table, which faces the living room television, and port Frasier there so I can watch it without break. I can’t really discount the possibility that I just needed to get a life.

So, there I go, watching Frasier live his new life in Seattle. And while I go through each episode, I feel like I’m being transported into each scene, with a seat always reserved to me in Café Nervosa where I can see the brothers Crane perform their arguments. In KACL, my place is the guest’s seat at Frasier’s side. I won’t say something trite like I felt as if I’m a part of this character’s life, or I’m somehow an invisible friend, but my familiarity with him and everything that happens and will ever happen in his 11 years in Seattle, it felt as if his dialogue is building a kind of image in my head. It’s as if in the process of seeing the man’s strengths and flaws, I see a real person. All this because I feel like I’m looking at him with my own two eyes, much like how I’m looking at a book or a magazine. Of course, I realize what Frasier really is: a television show that has little to no consequence in my life. Still, whenever I put it on, it’s like I’m physically facing a broad-shouldered psychiatrist with some infuriating issues. Frasier’s failures to have lasting romantic relationships, for one. It came to a point where I just skipped most of the embarrassing parts because it’s become rather grating than funny, like a friend who’s told me that he cannot stop fixating on someone's faults.

This is when I stopped and thought a little about how I’m reacting to this television show. Am I really so familiar with Frasier that it’s frustrating to see him fail? Have I become too invested in this thing that seeing Niles happy with Daphne is worth the dry, almost humorless exchanges they have as opposed to earlier seasons when their interactions were a riot? This was before I noticed, while Frasier’s elderly neighbor was asking for a favor, that I was seeing this show as if I was not seeing it through a screen. In sitcoms, there are no panning shots or anything that could be considered wide-scale angles. The camera is in front of the actors, just like how it would be if you were observing a group of people or you’re with a group of people. I suppose that was always the goal, to make the viewer part of the conversations. That very human perspective is why, sometimes, I just want to tell Frasier that it's Sherry knocking on the door and she’s about to ruin your dates on the episode, “Three Dates and a Breakup.”

But there’s no episode that made me flinch and laugh more than “An Affair to Forget,” like I was there to witness the ridiculousness of it all. The confrontation between Niles and Gunther is just too real. Much of the praise goes to the cameraman, who is not really doing his best work but attempting his best effort to catch everything in full frame. I say this because when Niles was swinging through the room using the chandelier, and the ceiling gave and debris followed Niles as his posterior hit the ground, my instinct is to hold out my hands as if I’ll be able to catch him. The camera swung faster so the scene captured ¾ of the screen, and that more than anything proved that I’m seeing this show as if I was there. It’s not magic, it’s not groundbreaking television. It’s just the ability to see a different world, if only for 20 minutes or so.

No other format of television shows provided me with the same realism. Perhaps, if I was looking for that experience, there are endless reality shows that tear away the curtain of make-believe. After all, they are real people doing supposedly real things. Still, the feeling like I could touch the fabric of Frasier’s suits is an altogether weird but welcoming change in the way I see this medium. Dead it may be, but what’s the harm living in Raymond’s living room or being one among Jerry Seinfeld’s audience. It’s the slice of American life that didn't cost me a thing. 

[amtopmthoughts]

JOURNALING

So I'm trying to do this journaling thing

January 1st

First day of 2021. Stayed at home.

Good things

Watched cats, which I've been wanting to do for a while, but didn't really like it

Started to watch a movie I wanted to watch

Ate food and it felt good

Managed to stay away from social media a little more

My birthday's coming

Started doing this

Bad things

Felt like people don't really like me. Again.

Fought with my mom. Again.

Felt anxiety. Again.

January 5th

See, I told you I was bad at this… To be fair my days are pretty much the same everyday. I get up, try to remember to drink water first thing in the morning, I eat breakfast, try to be proactive and NOT eat while on the couch watching Netflix and staying there being lazy and procrastinating for hours - ignoring the things I have to do and then ending up being late and getting behind in all the things I have to do for the day - or at least, if I do, I can gather the courage to get up right away and get on with my day.

I’ll brush my teeth and wash my face and moisturize. Then I’ll make my bed - and sometimes my mom’s too - and make house chores like tidying up and sweeping the floor - things like that.

After that, now that my winter break is over and I’m back to classes, it’s almost time for my first of the two classes of the day and that’s what I do. I’ll make something to eat, eat leftovers or order something from uber eats to lunch, which is what happens most often - need to get better at that. Then, after I’m done with classes, I usually go to the couch and watch Netflix while being on my phone or computer (sometimes both) - I also need to get better at that. Then I eat dinner, if I do and brush my teeth and wash my face and moisturize again. and usually go to my bedroom and continue to be on Netflix or whatever it is that I’m in the mood to do - it can be reading glee fanfics, watching interviews, writing, listening to music - basically it’s everything EXCEPT doing school work.

Good things

I’m getting better at waking up earlier. I never wake up too late, but I know I should and I want to wake up earlier - the ideal is between 8:30 and 9, 8:30 would be awesome.

The thing is I’ve been having some trouble with falling asleep. I never had much trouble sleeping except for a few nights over the years - I consider myself pretty luck in that department - I don’t really have bad nights where I can’t sleep and struggle to fall asleep like insomnia and what not. But lately it’s taken me awhile to be able to fall asleep. I’ll be ready to sleep at like 10 or 11 and only fall a sleep at like 1 or 2 in the morning, if not 3. But I think it’s getting better, I still don’t feel like I fall asleep as easily or as fast as I usually did but it’s not taking so long as two weeks ago.

Besides that, I usually “struggle” with only sleeping 8 hours. I feel like I feel better rested if I have slept 5 or 6 hours than if I have slept only 8. Like 8-80. Overall I feel like I have to sleep 10 hours but I know that’s just habit and laziness combined.

But 2021 is the year for TRYING so we’re doing exactly that: trying. We’re trying to be better. So we’re trying to sleep only 8 hours because that’s really all we need and that’s 2 hours I can use for something more useful than sleeping.

I know I have moments of weakness. I’m not very disciplined, that’s one of the worst traits about me - if not the worst. 

At night, before I fall asleep, I think about everything I’m going to do the next day and in the next day I wake up with no will to actually do them. I put my alarm clock to 9:30 and then wake up and be like “NOOOO I want to sleep longer” and give in to myself and put on snooze for another hour more.

So, to avoid this, I resorted to some “drastic” measures: I put my phone as further away as possible from me so I can’t reach it without having to get up. That way, I’m forced to get up to actually turn the alarm off. Last night I put my alarm to 8:30 and went to sleep at 00:11 and in the morning, when I woke up, I really didn’t feel like getting up yet so I was fair to myself and decided to sleep an extra hour. I decided to go easier on myself - baby steps. I’ll get there. Honestly I’m proud just taking these steps and getting up even an hour earlier than I usually do. My plan is to sleep 9 hours for like a month to get used to not sleeping 10 and then move on to 8 hours, so it can be an easier adjustment for me. I really have no rush. That’s an issue I struggle with a lot. Rushing. I have no patience, specially when it comes to myself. I always want things too fast and don’t always remember that things take time, there’s always a process involved.

Today I did another great thing. I worked out. It wasn’t much, though, but I did, I actually did it. I first did a 20 minutes pilates workout which left my upper abs sore - yay for that - and then a broadway dance workout because I think maybe it will be easier for me to do it if it’s something I enjoy. When I finished the pilates workout - Claudia Sulewski’s video on youtube - she sat on the floor for a little unwinding and reflection time. She said it’s time to be grateful, for having took that time for ourselves and to do something that felt good. I cried. I instantly cried. I hadn’t worked out since may probably and I REALLY struggled with getting back at it. I’ve been struggling with my weight for the past two years but this past year was specially hard for me. I started working out while in quarantine back in march, because I was feeling good about myself and felt motivated. There was this couple on instagram who did daily 16 minutes working and I felt pressured - in a good way - to join them, so I did. Soon I added other workouts to the one I was already doing and started working out approximately an hour a day. This was also the time I found out I had been cheated by my boyfriend - a whole other story - and at first the anger I felt turned into a boost for my workouts. I felt empowered, I felt that girl power, you know? I felt like the bomb body I was going to get was the best revenge I was going to get on him, just working on myself and bettering myself. But it didn’t last long. The anger soon turned into sadness as what it happened started to actually sink in. It was like at first I wasn’t even acknowledging what had happened and as I soon as I let myself fell the things that the situation made me feel, I broke down. I suddenly began to feel self conscious and insecure, like what he had done was somehow a reflection of who I was as a person, as a girlfriend. I think we all feel like shit when we get cheated on but this was different. I didn’t feel like it was my fault - at first, at least - but I thought to myself “he doesn’t love me after all, he never loved me, I trusted him, how could I have been so naive” like that had so much more to do with ME than with him. A long time after that I read an interview on a magazine where a woman talked about getting cheated on and she said “when someone cheats on you it’s never YOUR problem, it’s always THEIR problem, it’s some issue they have they still have to work on” and that resonated with me. I think she was right. But I don’t totally believe I had nothing to do it - but more of that on another time. Bottom line is, as soon as I started to feel like shit about this I stopped working out. The thing with me is, feeling depressed or sad doesn’t motivate me as I believe to be the case with many other people. The days I feel most sad are the days I don’t feel like doing ANYTHING. I don’t have the energy to lift a finger, I just wallow and lay on my couch feeling miserable eating shit and watching tv without paying any attention to it because I just feel so anxious and disconnected with everything. When I have days like these, sometimes I can’t even choose a movie or a tv show or to watch or what songs to listen to. I never quite figured out why this is but I guess it has something to do with me just not wanting to do anything at all.

So, I stopped working out and ate more and more junk food. I felt like that was somehow comforting me. Like I was allowing myself to eat and to indulge made me feel like I accepted myself. Then I started to gain even more weight and started to dislike more and more the reflexion I saw in the mirror, I was feeling worse and worse about myself. More and more insecure, more and more self conscious. Then, I wanted to get back at it, I knew I had to and that I needed to but I couldn’t. I always made excuses for not doing it and I think that’s another sign of how bad my mental state was. Like when you self sabotage yourself and you’re unable to do things for yourself and to help yourself. I don’t know, I mean, I’m no expert.

But today I did workout - because today I felt better. I have been feeling better. So that’s why I cried. i just felt so emotional, I finally managed to do it. It might not seem like much, but its huge for me, believe me. And im extremely appreciative and thankful for that - to myself and to life. For breathing and being able to make decisions that help me better myself.

January 6th 

I worked out today again. SECOND day in a row. It was hard, I couldn’t follow through in some exercises but cut me some slack, please, im trying. My abs are sore and my thighs are too and I guess thats a good sign. Today was a productive day. I’m thankful for today. Getting back at it again.

[donnieluvsthings]

the amount of physical restraint it took for me to not read condi’s tweet with ep81 spoilers in it…….unreal

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Helloo~

I’ve looked at your rules and I’m hopping this is within boundaries(if it’s not pls just delete). Anyways, I was wondering if you could do a scenario where Trey & Jamil SO finds that they have been cheating on them, idk if I wanna make them confront him or something but yeah👍 If you wanna do more characters that would be awesome too<3

This is just fine! the ask not them cheating. just wanted to clarify. I'm just realizing that I definitely made it too long but hopefully you like it!

Cw: Cheating, angst, me insulting high schoolers, cursing, also spoilers for an unreleased event in Jamil’s section 

Trey & Jamil Getting Caught Cheating

Trey Clover

How you found out:

You were watching tv, not expecting anything big to happen when you get a text from Cater. W for cater, L for trey

"Heyyy did u and trey brake up or smthg????? hes getting real cozy w/sum1 else rn. i saw him on another person's magicam and they were LITTERALY on his lap >:|"

You quickly said no and Cater sent you a link to the magicam account. Just like he said, Trey was feeling up someone else while you were completely unaware. But what really pissed you off was the caption:

"So glad we could celebrate our 3 month anniversary together! <3"

The Confrontation

You waited for Trey to text you to go on a date before actually confronting him about it. You weren't just waiting around doing nothing though, you and Cater were working together to gather enough evidence that Trey couldn't deny it.

You had both agreed to go to the park so you can embarrass him in front of a bunch of people

Every time he tried to kiss you or even touch you, you leaned away. It made you sick thinking about how he was acting like this with another person and without a shred of remorse. bitch

"Are you ok? You've barely spoken to me all day."

That's when you let him have it. Every magicam photo, comment, with dates and location. And there was a ton. Cater really did his homework

Trey stammered and tried to deny all of your claims. "They were just a friend. We were posing like that as a joke! We were kidding about the anniversary post!"

You were having none of it. Every lie he told you, you had a photo that said the exact opposite. the law has nothing on your best friend You decided to end the charades and showed him one last photo.

Dms between you and the person he was cheating on you with. Where they very clearly stating that they were dating Trey and were just as hurt to find out they were cheating as you were.

You walked away as Trey stood watching you fade from his view. Not only did he lose you, he lost most of the people he was ever close with. Justice is sweet 

Jamil Viper 

How you found out

You weren’t trying to be clingy but you were seeing your boyfriend less and less everyday. You asked Kalim if he was making Jamil work harder for any reason but he had quickly said no and that Jamil was actually leaving him earlier than usually lately. Why tf would you leave him alone 

Of course, this put you on edge. So you chose to do a little research of your own before confronting him about his disappearances. When scrolling through Kalim’s magicam because Jamil thinks he’s above social media and found an account with a familiar last name: Najma Viper. 

You message her and find out that she’s Jamil’s little sister, and you were also told that Jamil had been seeing someone else. She texted you saying “I thought that you were an ex or something because he was talking to me about dating someone completely different.”

That’s when an idea came to your mind. And you were going to need the help of a very willing younger Viper. Hell yea im making this messy and you cant stop me

The Confrontation 

You were unsure if your plan was going to work, but you had the ever-so-reliable element of suprise on your side. 

You met up with Jamil while he was preparing Kalim’s lunch. It was honestly the only time where you could gaurantee that he would be alone for a long period of time. Kalim eats like 3 courses for one meal like the growing boy he is 

“Hmm? Oh, there you are. I haven’t seen you a lot lately, darling.” hypocrite

You slowly start the conversation by asking why he hasn’t been around you as of late. He tries to convince you that it was actually you who had been changing your schedule to avoid him and not the other way around.

You then mention that even Kalim has noticed his odd behavior, which is when you notice a very brief change of expression on his face. Then, you continue to talk before doing a very carefully planned name drop.

“Even Najma’s confused about how you’ve been acting.”

He visibly paused. Think of a window’s error screen. He then tried to explain that his sister wasn’t to be trusted and that you shouldn’t have spoken with her.

You then pulled your phone out of your pocket and spoke into the phone. “Did you hear that? Can’t believe your own brother just said that about you.” 

Jamil quickly realized what you had done. You had brought his own sister as a witness to his trial of infidelity. You didn’t let him come up with a rebuttal before giving your final verdict. You broke up with him while he was still holding Kalim’s falafel. Ha. loser.

Oh well, you might have just lost your boyfriend but you still made a new friend along the way. :)

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Reality

Part 1: Ballistic

Part 8: In a Heartbeat

Masterlist

Cheerleader!Harrington!Reader

After everything with Vecna, it's a little hard for you to get settled again. When the gang realizes something's wrong, they devise a plan.

Struggling to accept reality. Very brief smut. Depressed reader. This chapter has all the tags. Angst. Fluff. Brief smut. Eddie calls you Bunny. Everyone is super worried about you cause girl… you are losin’ it in this chapter. PTSD technically I guess. There's a cliff this is your warning I dont want to give anything away, im not sorry. Mentions of you trying to stick your hand on a hot stove.

You’d thought once everything was over with Vecna everything would be normal again, you expected it to take time, but it was taking too much time now.

It usually never took this long for you to feel safe again, comfortable, in your own skin, three weeks at the most and that was after the Mind Flayer had killed Billy, or rather, One had killed Billy, you still couldn’t quite grasp the concept of what the hell really was going on in the Upside Down. But it was taking longer now, approaching the two and a half month mark you were still extremely jumpy, your skin still itches, and there was a scratching feeling at the back of your head that it would all stop, at some point.

As soon as school was back in, you quit the cheer squad, told your mother to eat your shorts if she didn’t like it, and started sitting at the Hellfire table at lunch. Which is where you were now, leaned on Eddie with his arm caped around your shoulders, your eyes trained on a forever stain on the lunch table, not noticing you were being spoken to until Eddie’s hand was waving in your face.

You blinked rapidly and looked at him. “What? Sorry. I zoned out again.” You mumbled. “What’s up?” Eddie decided not to question it, any time he had before you’d brushed it off as being tired, but he was getting increasingly worried about you. “Asked if you wanted to come hang out at my place tonight.” He said softly. “Uncle Wayne works at the plant tonight so… it’ll just be us.” You’d been holding off on sex with Eddie since you got back, maybe it was because you just weren’t feeling very sexy, or because Eddie had been and still partially was recovering from his demobat injuries, or because you didn’t know if any of this was actually happening and it scared the ever loving shit out of you, you didn’t know anymore.

“Uh… yeah.” You nodded, smiling and kissing his cheek gently before leaning into him again the table sat in peace for a while, you actually able to listen to the conversation even if it was about dungeons and dragons and you didn’t really understand any of it. Your peace, of course, was short lived by two cheerleaders flouncing up to the table. “Y/N.” One said, annoyingly chipper like usual. “Denise.” You responded. “Harrington.” The other acknowledged, you grunted and waved dismissively at her in response. “We were wondering you were done playing ‘diddle the freak’ and come back where you belong.” She said immediately after you waved at her.

“And I’ve always wondered if you were done playing ‘how can I be a bigger cunt today?’” You said matter of factly, not looking up as the whole table snorted. Jackie immediately jerked her eyes to the boys at the table. “Watch it, freakazoids.” You stood up quickly and tugged your hand from Eddie when he grabbed it. “I’ve had e-fucking-nough of that word.” You growled, inches from her face.

Jackie looked scared, for a second, before she was crossing your arms and cocking a brow, tapping her laced white keds. “So that’s a no, then?” She scoffed. “You’d seriously rather hang out with these freaks? It’s social suicide!”

“It’s senior year you dumb cunt!” You poked her temple harshly a few times. “There is no social anything! You’re just a bunch of horny, useless pigs. And in about five years you’re going to be stuck in the same god damn place only uglier, smellier, and even more useless than you are right fucking now. Because then.” You stepped close, voice lowering. “Even your dog isn’t going to want to fuck you.”

Jackie stared at you with wide eyes, mouth gaping like a fish as she tried to stutter out of a response. “Eat shit, bitch.” You growled, grabbing your bag and spitting on her white keds before leaving the cafeteria, Eddie following quickly after you as Jackie’s voice echoed. “UGH! You are SO off the squad!” So high pitched you thought the windows would shatter. “Boohoo.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Y/N!” He grabbed your wrist and stopped you as you made it to the double doors of the school. “Hey… you’re shaking like a leaf.” He mumbled before hugging you tightly. “Bunny… what’s wrong?” He whispered.

“I’m sorry. God I’m sorry. That’s probably not gonna make things better.” You mumbled softly, shaking your head as you hugged him, closing your eyes tightly, gripping his vest. You haven’t told Eddie about the trouble you’re having, you already felt like a burden as it was, you didn’t need to add ‘can’t distinguish reality anymore’ to the list as well.

“Hey. What are you talking about? That was fucking awesome.” Eddie laughed and leaned back. “You called her ugly and smelly and useless and all that other shit for calling us freaks.” He shook his head. “I have never been more in love with you.” There it was.

You blinked rapidly. No… okay there was no way Eddie Munson just said in love with you. He doesn’t say that. He didn’t say that when you all thought he was gonna die in the hospital! “You… what..?”

Eddie blinked and tilted his head, like he didn’t realize, until they widened. “Oh. Oh uh…” his cheeks went bright red and he rubbed the back of his neck, shoes squeaking on the floor when he nudged it before clearing his throat. “Yeah. Uh you know I’m… I’m in love with you.” He pushed his hands into his pockets. “I mean… I did jump into a lake into hell after you so… and mowed down a bunch of demobats.” He teased, nudging you lightly. “Kinda obvious, sweetheart.” You let out a soft laugh, almost having to force it.

“I… I’m… I-I’m in love with you.. too.” You said softly, watching as the grin spread across his, your cheeks flushing before he was swooping you into a deep kiss. You hummed and closed your eyes, sighing happily into the kiss, sliding your hands into his hand and gripping gently just to feel the root of something. Something real that wasn’t you. When he let out that oh so missed sigh, you melted into him, pulling back and swallowing thickly before grabbing his hand tightly. “Come on.." You said softly, tugging him into a supply closet as a wide, curious grin spread across his face, his eyes glancing to both ends of the hallway. "Yes, ma'am."

The second the door was closed you turned the light on and gripped the front of Eddie's jacket and vest, pulling him close and kissing him deeply, sighing happily when you felt him melt against you and slide his arms around your waist, pulling you tighter against him as he leaned you against the door, pressing your back into the wood, which was cold even through your t-shirt, which was actually Eddie's, his hips grinding into yours slowly but with the perfect amount of pressure, his hands sliding everywhere, gripping your ass through your skirt, his fingertips touching your skin when the fabric bunched up in his hand. (whether he bought the shirt too small or too big is up to you, I'm trying to be as inclusive as possible, we'll say its tucked into your skirt or tied up depending on your size option)

"That all I had to do to get you riled up? Tell you I love you?" He teased, which actually made you laugh a little, rolling your eyes a bit. "I've been holding out on you... I'm sorry." You whispered, sliding your hdans up to cup his cheeks as he shook his head. "No. It's fine, really." He said softly, turning his head to kiss your palm. "We just went through something traumatic.. kinda dumb of me to assume you're immediately gonna wanna take your pants off, y'know?"

You shook your head fondly and kissed him softly. "Still. Thank you for being patient and not making me feel like shit about it." Even if I do anyway. "no problem, Bunny." Eddie ran his thumb over your cheek gently. "Now... I believe I pulled you in here for a reason." You teased, pulling him close and kissing him again.

Eddie kissed back happily, you reaching under your skirt and pushing your panties off as Eddie unbuckled his belt and got his jeans down just enough to get his cock out, since you didn't have time to go all out, and you were making sure Eddie graduated, so you would have to settle for a quickie. He gripped your hips again and moved so you could on an old desk in the supply closet, he slid his hands up your skirt and ran his thumb through your folds slowly, his lips falling from yours to your neck, sucking and kissing on the skin as he massaged your clit with his thumb, moaning a little against your neck when he felt your slick start to gather.

"Eddie... please." You whined softly. "We don't have time the bell is gonna ring soon." You shifted, pressing against his finger as he let out a soft chuckle. "Alright.. alright. I'll just have to wait." You could feel his little pout against your neck as he pulled you closer and lined his cock up with your hole, slowly guiding himself into you as he groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, nuzzling his neck lightly as you moaned softly, the pain of the stretch grounding you as you gripped Eddie’s vest in your hands gently, feeling the denim catch under your nails. “Fuck.” Eddie mumbled into your neck, pushing all the way into you, panting softly as he let you adjust, massaging your thighs gently before his hands slid up to your waist, squeezing gently. “You okay still?” He asked softly.

You nodded. “I’m okay, Eds.” You leaned back to kiss him, pulling him closer. “You can start moving.” You bumped your nose against his lightly. He nodded and kissed you softly as he started thrusting up into you, whining happily and pulling you closer to him, pressing his face into your neck. “Feels so good, baby.” He whispered softly into your ear. “Love you so much. Have since that day at the picnic table.” He wrapped his arms around you, continuing to fuck up into you as he gradually picked up speed.

You whimpered happily and pushed your face into Eddie’s neck. This. This was real. This would always be real, Eddie close, hips pushing up into you, his wallet chain jingling with his movements, echoing through the small closet, his cold rings digging into your skin as his hands grabbed anywhere he could. You could feel his lips then, open against your neck as he sucked and nibbled on the skin, very obviously trying to leave a hickey and you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop him, your fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair. “I love you too, Eds.” You whimpered happily when his hips snapped up into you.

“Say it again.” Came spilling out of his mouth as soon as you finished the words, his hand sliding to play with your clit. “Please.” He whined. You blushed a little at his reaction and bit your lip as you looked up at him, smiling shyly. “I love you, Eds.” You moaned softly when he started circling your clit. “So much.”

Eddie whined happily and kissed you deeply as he started to fuck you harder and faster, his muscles seeming to twitch the harder you gripped his shoulders. Being as Eddie was a little backed up, he was holding back his orgasm, determined to make you cum first, he could tell you were having a rough time and since you wouldn't talk to him about it, he figured this was at least one way he could try and help you out.

Your eyelids fluttered and your legs shook, Eddie's soft whimpers and grunts echoing through the small closet with the sound of his wallet chain. The sounds played a song in your eyes, planting you to the ground and solidifying just how much Eddie meant to you, and then how you'd been treating him lately, not neccesarily rude, just distant, spending more time alone than with anyone. Now was definitely not the time for the guilt to come crashing down on you.

"I'm sorry." You didn't realize you were crying until the words came out of your mouth, wrecked from both your activities and your guilt. Eddie leaned back and frowned, immediately wiping your tears as his hips slowed to a stop, pulling a protesting whimper from your lips. "Bunny.. whats wrong?" He whispered. "What are you saying sorry for?"

You sniffled and shook your head slightly in his hands. "I've been distant a-and ignoring you after the hospital, and I shouldn't have because I love you so much and it's so stupid and. I just... I love you so much I don't want you to think I don't." You looked up at him. "I'm sorry." "Oh... baby..." Eddie shook his head and kissed your face several times. "Please don't feel bad, everyone handles things differently. You need to be alone sometimes and that's okay. I'm not upset. i love you."

You closed your eyes, shoulders still shaking lightly. "I love you too." You said softly, looking up at him as you sniffled a little. "Don't cry, Bunny." Eddie whispered, smiling warmly at you. "Though I have to admit, does something to me that you're crying because you love me so much." He teased, continuing when it got him a grin. "Kinda a bigger turn on." He chuckled when you slapped his chest, giving a still slightly teary laugh. "You wanna stop?" He whispers softly.

You bit your lip and shook your head, looking up at him. "No, I wanna keep going." You said softly, gently pulling him into a kiss as he grinned. "Yes, ma'am.." he hummed before starting his movements again.

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"Eddie... is she alright?" Dustin asked later at Hellfire, since you quit the squad you'd sometimes sit in on their meetings, though you mostly would go back home and just lay in bed, you decided to come today and observe, though despite the excitement the observing quickly became putting your headphones on and reading the book you were focused on this month.

Eddie looked over towards you and sighed a little. "I don't know, man.. she's been a little weird." He mumbled softly, shifting slightly and clearing his throat. "Steve say anything about her being weird?"

Dustin shrugged and nodded, glancing at you momentarily. "Yeah, said she's been spending a lot of time locked up in her room and only comes out to get her dinner and then just goes back upstairs.

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The next day, everybody was at Family Video, except for you, it had been a particularly... odd feeling morning so you'd stayed in bed, telling Steve that you probably wouldn't be there, and although he seemed disappointed, he nodded and left a glass of water by your bed before leaving for work.

Robin explained. "When I asked her what she got four number ten in class yesterday she said The Battle of Gettysburg." "...okay?" Nancy frowned. "We were in Math."

Eddie decided to keep the details of your breakdown quiet, explaining that you just had a tendency to cry more, and about your scene at lunch.

Dustin had noticed you smiled less, at anyone's jokes.

Steve noticed your lack of sibling banter, among other things you'd stopped doing around the house.

Max noticed your lack of appearance at Eddie's, and your lack of wanting to go shopping.

Nancy noticed your lack of enthusiasm.

and Mike... well he was more focused on El so he hadn't noticed much.

and the final straw? When Steve told them he'd stopped you from laying your hand on a hot stove that morning before breakfast, which he'd convinced you to come down for. "When I asked her why, she said 'to see if it was hot'"

"She likes the beach." Steve commented, they were all trying to find something to do to make you feel better, everyone had started to notice how odd you were behaving, each of thtem havng a different reason for thinking you needed out of Hawkins for a bit.

"She mentioned a while ago she'd like to go camping... we could all go camping at the beach." Eddie mentioned, when everyone turned to him he got a little insecure, shifting and looking at them. "What? Is... that a bad idea?"

"No... no I think it's good." Steve nodded. "Yeah! And honeslty, I dont think it matters much as long as we get her out of Hawkins. This place is screwing with all of us, but her defnitely." Robin babbled, nodding eagerly.

Eddie nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "Alright, camping it is." He chuckled and licked his lips before walking backwards. "Great. I came up with the idea which means you twerps got everything else... I'm gonna go comfort my girl." He pointed towards his van and winked before walking out.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" Steve shouted after him, Eddie waving his hand dismissively before climbing into his van and driving to the Harrington home, he hoped this beach camping idea was a good one.

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You woke up to soft hands brushing hair from your face a week later, your brows furrowed as you fluttered your eyes open, blinking rapidly to wake up. "Eds?" You mumbled sleepily, yawning and rubbing your eye with the back of your hand. "What time is it?"

"3:20." Eddie whispered, you blinked rapidly and looked over at your clock next to your bed. "What are you doing here at 3:20?" You asked softly, looking up at him curiously.

"Well... I could tell you... or you could get your pretty self out of bed.. and come find out." Eddie grinned, holding up your coat for you as he gently pulled your covers back.

You groaned and sat up slowly, letting him put the jacket on you." Only cause you're so adorable." You mumbled softly as he chuckled, shaking his head fondly before guiding you downstairs and out the front door.

You were immediately met with the sight of Nancy, Steve, and Robin, smiling widely, standing by an RV that looked a lot like the one you'd stolen to get to the weapons store. "What's going on?" You ask sleepily, looking at Eddie curiously before back at the RV.

Steve walked over, hands in his pockets. "We know you're having a tough time... so I convinced mom and dad to uh... give me the next few months worth of allowance early." "I gathered up everything i had saved from Chips Ahoy and Family Video." Robin put her hand up. "And I bullied mike into giving me his allowance also." Nancy smiled softly. "And we rented this badboy for a few days." Dustin grinned widely, poking his head out with Max, Lucas, El, and Mike right behind him.

Tears welled up in your eyes. "Guys..." you whimpered softly. "You didn't have to... do all this." You shook your head and looked between them all. "Oh... thank you all so much." You hugged Steve tightly before throwing yourself on Eddie, pushing your face into his neck.

"Alright, I got your stuff packed." Eddie held up a couple bags you didn't realize he had. "So, unless you wanna change, we're all ready to go." A smile spread across your face and you kissed him quickly, shaking your head. "Let's go. I'm exhausted, though, so I'm going back to sleep."

Eddie chuckled and nodded. "Alright, you heard the lady. Let's go!" He threw his arms up, everybody hooting and hollering as the five of you climbed into the RV, happy giggles leaving your mouth. God you love your friends.

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You woke up a few hours later with the sun in your eyes and your head on Eddie's chest, which was moving up and down like he was asleep. You could Max and Lucas whispering on the couch in the back, and pretty much everypne else was asleep. You rubbed your eye and glanced up at Eddie before slowing standing up and going over to sit in the passenger seat while Steve drove.

You looked over at him and bit your lip. "Wanna tell me what's going on with you now?" Steve kept his voice low as to not alert anyone else to your conversation. You shrugged and wrapped your arms around yourself. "I don't know.." you mumbled softly, looking down and sighing heavily.

"Everything just feels.... off. Weird." You tried to explain, frowning deeply. "Not... real." You mumbled, looking away when you saw Steve turn his head towards you. "Not real?" He asked curiously.

God you hated this, you didn't like the way Steve was looking at you, the worrisome look in his eyes, the way he was trying to figue what was going on in your head. "I guess.. its just... every time.. everything goes back to normal so fast..." you mumbled softly.

"Yeah.. what's so different this time?" He asked curiously, watching as your teeth dug into your bottom lip and you shrugged your shoulders again. "It feels... wrong.. Eddie... Eddie almost died.. like really almost died." Your voice trembled. "And i just... it feels wrong to pretend that everything is normal when it isn't.. everyone was just... carrying on the next day like it didn't even matter that Eddie almost died to anyone but me and Dusty."

"What do you mean?" Steve frowned. "Y/N/N.. we cared." He shook his head a little. "I know we didn't.. show up but we cared. How could we not?" He chuckled. "If it weren't for Munson we'd all be eaten by those damn bats." His voice was softer now as he turned his eyes to you again. "i don't have an excuse for not showing up, i mean, other than work but that's a bullshit reason." He sighed.

"That's... not the only thing.. everything just feels odd." You shrugged a little. "I can't explain it... it's like everything is numb..." You frowned, looking at your hands and rubbing them against your thighs. "I guess."

Steve's frown deepened, but it was obvious he was trying to understand what you were going through, you appreciated the effort. "i know it doesn't help but.. I'm sorry you feel that way Y/N/N... we put this together so you could have a break." He said softly, reaching over to squeeze your arm.

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You got to the beach around 1, first stopping so everyone could put on their bathing suits and get snacks and water. When you found a good place to park the car you all climbed out. You smiled and breathed deeply, taking in the smell of the beach, sighing happily. The idea of camping on the beach had gotten more and more inticing the closer you all got, you were practically bouncing by the time Steve found a good spot.

"Alright I say, we set up camp here." Steve nodded, hands on his hips as he serveyed the spot he'd chosen, turning his eyes to the group, half of which were already dropping their things and running for the waves, you and Eddie close behind as Nancy and Robin stayed back to help Steve set up the spot.

The second you and Eddie were in the water, the icy waves crashing against your feet, you felt your body relax, your shoulders drooped, and you breathed in, smiling widely and looking at Eddie as you grabbed his hand. "I love you." You said happily. Eddie grinned and pulled you close. "I love you too." He cupped your cheek with his free hand and pulled you close, kissing you softly.

You were all swimming when you saw a rather tall cliff looking over the ocean, it didn't seem like it would be a long walk. Dustin and Eddie got your attention pretty quickly, though, and you looked over to see them dunking eachother and wrestling in the salty water, making you laugh and shake your head fondly at the sight.

After a few hours of swimming everyone went back up onto the beach to wrap up and eat since the temperature was starting to drop a bit, soft gusts of wind coming out over the ocean but not quite reaching the beach. When the sun had set completely Steve set up a little fire, all of you gathering around it, you leaning on Eddie as you ate a sandwich, looking into the fire as Eddie's oh so warm arms wrapped around you. After the younger kids had gone to bed, exhausted from swimming no matter how much they tried to deny it, the five of you stayed up a little longer, you, Steve, and Eddie smoking a joint since Robin nor Nancy partook, the two were more than happy to hang around with their friends and watch them get high.

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You'd woken up before anyone else, listening to the sound of waves crashing, mixed with Eddie's breathing for about thirty minutes before you heard it. "Y/N..." you sat up quickly, frown on your face deep as panic started to rise in your chest. "Y/N." It was closer now, and although part of you tried to rationalize that he was dead, he wasn't coming back, you scrambled out of the tent, hands dug into the sand as you looked around.

You stood up and looked around, walking backwards away from the campsite, tripping over Robin's bag, which was far off for some reason, the girl couldn't be organized if her life depended on it. You fell over with a yelp, the sound alerting Dustin, who woke up and unzipped the tent, sticking his head out just in time to see you scrambling through the sand and bolting off towards the cliff.

He frowned and fell out of the tent when he went to step out, cursing before righting himself and alerting everyone to what he'd just seen. When you saw the tent start to unzip, you panicked, the corners of your vision blurry as you scrambled up in the sand and ran off, you didn't really know where you were going, figuring you'd run until you couldn't.

Before you knew it, you were at the edge of the cliff, toes just over the edge as you stared down at the crashing waves, wind pushing your hair back as you swallowed thickly, breathing the salty hair in through gasps. "Y/N!" The voice was Eddie's this time, you looked behidn you to see everyone running over. "Don't!" You shouted, causing them to stop as you moved closer to the edge, looking back at the water as you shook your head. "It's gonna be okay."

"Y/N... come on..." Steve put his hand on Eddie's shoulder as he stepped forward, your eyes still focused on the ocean below. "Tell us what's going on." He said softly.

Your fists curled a bit at your sides and you swallowed thickly. "I heard him." You whispered, scared to say the words any louder. "Vecna?" You nodded hesitantly, tears pooling in your eyes. "It's not real. I told you." Your voice trembled with your words.

Eddie looked between the two of you, frowning deeply. When the fuck was this? Harrington didn't think to share this with the class? He clenched his jaw before looking at you again, swallowing thickly. "Bunny..." he said softly, moving closer. You snapped your head over to him, vision blurred in the corners, his voice distorting as you closed your eyes tightly and tried to shake it away. "Step off the ledge.. can you do that for me?" He asked softly.

Your lip trembled a little, your arms coming to wrap around yourself slowly. "B-but I heard him.." you whispered. "He's not here." Eddie shook his head. "Remember?" He asked softly. "Steve.. Nance.. Robin... they killed him." He said softly. Your eyes drifted down as he got closer, your eyes falling on the scars on his torso, letting out a small sob as your eyes drifted over to everyone else, tearing your eyes away from them to look back at the ocean, your tears falling when you leaned over, the wind knocking them back against your arms, sending a chill through you.

Eddie took notice of the shudder immediately, getting an idea. "Hey.." his voice was soft, but firm enough to make you look over at him. "Remeber yesterday.. when we got in the water.." a small chuckle left his throat. "You let out the.. cutest little squeal cause the water was cold?" Your cheeks turned a little red. "It wasn't.. cute." You mumbled.

"Oh, Bunny, it was the cutest thing ever." He nodded, grinning before getting to his point. "You really wanna jump full fledge into that cold ass water?" The rest of them looked at him with wide eyes, well... that's not where they thought he was going with that. You looked at the water, and then back at Eddie. "Those are your only pajamas, too. They're gonna smell like the ocean until we get home." He scrunched his face a bit. "Plus.. that smack.. is gonna hurt, babe. You're gonna look like a penguin with a sunburn.. big ol' red spot across the front of your body. I mean, I think you'll be cute, but it's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch. I'm more than happy to rub ointment on you, though." He winked.

Everyone else groaned at that. "Watch it, Munson." Steve warned. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, sniffling a little and swallowing thickly as you looked over the cliff, nodding hesitantly. "O-okay... okay." You said softly. "Alright." Eddie smiled and headed towards you as you turned around.

When you turned, though, because of how on the edge you were, you lost your footing, and slipped, your fingers grasping at the cliff-edge as everyone ran over to you. "Y/N!" "Y/N/N!" "BUNNY!" Eddie grabbed your arms just as your fingers slipped over the edge, slipping a bit before anchoring himself with his knees in the grass, grunting as he got a good grip on you.

You were all in complete hysteria, looking down at the ocean and then back at eachother, screaming at eachother to help you up this damn cliff, and despite it probably being possible for just Steve and Eddie, or even just Eddie, everyone was pulling you up onto the cliff.

As soon as you were up on the cliff everyone was falling to ground in a heap of sobbing messes, hugging you and eachother, you shaking like a leaf as you returned the hugs. "I'm sorry." You sobbed. "I'm so sorry." You shook your head rapidly, hugging Eddie tightly.

"It's okay. You're okay." Eddie rubbed yout back, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "I love you so much." He whispered softly. "I love you too." You sobbed, pulling back to look at everyone. "I ruined y-your plans. I'm sorry." You wiped your eye.

They all looked at eachother, and then you with a raised brow. "you kidding? You see us packing up?" Steve smirked. "This is just a hiccup, y/n/n." He shook his head and stood up. "Come on. We've got a beach and cold ass water to enjoy."

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[chocodollxren]

Hello, i don't want to stress you put too much so feel free to ignore this request if you want. May i request headcannons about a reader who's like Idia they're a gamer and a shut in or just very introverted. They stay up all night playing games. Characters are Jamil, Trey and Leona. Thank you. Please look after yourself, take some breaks once in a while:>

thank you for the request! here’s your order of gyokuro tea. thank you for waiting, hope you enjoy<33 decided to make the reader an introvert-gamer! ((: and thank you for caring about me, i’m good for now, still got some brain power before a power nap of the century!

𓄹 ❥𝘈 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦❦ 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘺, 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢, + 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭 ,,

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summary: you’ve always liked playing games, and maybe a bit too much as you tend to spend a lot of time on it. on the bright side, your boyfriend doesn’t exactly hate it! no tws, gn!reader, established relationship.

❁ུ۪۪��� ━ ❝ TREY CLOVER. ❞

the weekends were the absolute best thing in the world. staying up late without care, gaming all night, cuddling with your boyfriend as he watches you destroy the bad players, get scolded for not brushing your teeth or leaving your room. you didn’t actually like that last part so much but your boyfriend worried about you gravely. you’d always insisted you were fine not eating for a few extra hours, and not sleeping for a few extra hours but Trey huffed about it until you relented.

he couldn’t say he approved of your hobbies, but it made you happy and that made him happy. making himself comfy, he greeted you as you greeted him before going back to your game lobby, trash talking the other players for being meta. shaking his head he carried the bags he brought to your kitchen, getting to work on making you lunch and a small snack. it was great that you two could still talk to each other while doing your own things. Trey would bake and ask you what you wanted, you would think it over and talk back. in between the bake time he would come and wrap his arms around you, watching you and talking about your days.

nuzzling into his touch, you tell him what was happening as he understood nothing, but smiled. “they are spawn killing me and i’m going to get them back, just watch..” you hissed, he only shook his head before opening a window, making you blink rapidly and give him a small glare, him going back to the kitchen to finish up. “i’ve brought you something to eat.” you heard Trey say minutes later as you swore into your headset, something about kicking the butt of everyone else there. you thanked Trey and smiled at him before mashing away your button, rapid firing at the enemy team player who just seemed to provoke you all damn game. you swore if you ever met this man in another match they were your arch-enemy, especially his friend which kept backing him up.

“GAME OVER” your screen read, causing you to sigh out of frustration. you swore you got that kill on that guy, how did he kill you? what was your healer doing? while you were grumbling Trey laughed and brought you some mille feuille with a cold glass of milk, ruffling your hair. “why don’t you take a break? it’s been near two hours since you’ve started.” Trey asked, giving you a small kiss as he watched you begrudgingly turn the game off. you needed a break anyways, you don’t want to see those two for awhile.

cozying up to him, you eat the dessert and begin to tell him how yummy it is, and thanked him. his face had a light dust of pink, barely visible, as he watches you happily munch away on his hard work. although he doesn’t understand the gamer’s lifestyle, and you don’t understand the appeal of going outside and socializing with friends, the two of you do find a mutual bond and comfort in resting in each other’s arms and just talking. “you’re going to sleep on time tonight, after brushing your teeth.” Trey said when you finished, now it was your turn to be disappointed.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR. ❞

hearing a knock on the door, you let out a low grumble. “who would want to come here?” you muttered to yourself. it was four in the afternoon and you didn’t have many friends nor did you really keep in contact with anyone except your boyfriend. holding your switch in one hand, you fumble with unlocking the door with the other, not bothering to look up. “Crowley i already told you it’s my vacation, i’m not doing anything for you.” you told the man at your door who only laughed.

“do i seem like the dumb bird to you, herbivore?” instantly, your eyes shot up to see your boyfriend’s. normally he was at club at this hour, and he also would never come to find you first. it was always the opposite. shaking your head, you let him in as you continued back to your game, making your way terraforming your island. Leona was not happy with this, laying on your bed as he took out his own switch from under your bed.

“stop making cliffs and open your island. i want to sell fruits. what’s your daily hot item?” he asked as you joined him, snuggling into his chest. so that’s why he came over unannounced. “give me a minute, i’m nearly done with this part. and it’s a wooden chair,” you explained while going to the airlines to open the gate. “who’s that thing?” Leona asked disgusted at the villager you passed, making you shake your head.

“misery. got them instead of pietro,” you sighed, you lost the villager moving in lottery to some villager that would genuinely terrify you in your nightmare due to its appearance. he laughed in response, making fun of you as he cuddled closer to you, taking a lot around your island and trampling your flowers as you scolded him, threatening to remove him as he laughed. “can’t believe you said this game was dumb and here you are terrorizing me.” you muttered while watching him hit your villagers with bug nets repeatedly while waiting for you to give him something.

Leona had gotten the game via your request when it first launched and has been playing it since, along with you. he swore it was a dumb game but it made you happy and now he’s collecting all his dreamies. his island is definitely better than your’s with golden roses, a five star rating, and nearly completed museum. for someone who insists to you games are dumb, he sure does play a lot. along with his hidden stash of amiibo cards. but you won’t complain, he bought you the dlc. you both have succumbed and have lost sleep over this game.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ JAMIL VIPER. ❞

“don’t you think you’re spending too long on those games?” Jamil asked, watching you intensely fight your weekly boss again but failing miserably as your co-op teammates died near the start despite having two healers. shaking your head, you close your eyes as he opens the curtains and the first bit of light you’d seen all day hits you. it was actually crazy to jamil at how you didn’t even step outside once since the weekend, but he knew by now that there was little ways to get you out after you’ve started.

“noooo just a bit longer. i’m nearly at pity and nearly got enough primos, i just need to find a precious chests first and get my pull first then i’ll stop. my venti is guaranteed.” you insisted as he relented, putting away the dishes before asking what was just so entertaining about a virtual game. humming, you thought it over for a minute before letting him take the controller, telling him to wish for you.

“i’m not saying gambling is addicting but it is exhilarating,” you tell him and show him which button to press. “it’s also fun to listen to their backstories! i think you’d like it, it you start playing i’d even carry you since i’m ar59! i started about a year ago but…” he listened to you rant and clicked the single button. he didn’t need to hear this from someone who just died to a boss. as soon as he clicked it, the wish turned gold and you freaked out, shaking him. “Jamil i love you for now and eternity, please, marry me!” you excitedly said while grabbing his arms and smiling goofily at the screen. there he was, in all his glory.

Jamil still saw zero to no appeal, but seeing your happiness from a simple game pixel he found himself smiling. “does it really make you that happy?” he asked as you nodded, showing him the character’s gameplay style and how he fit in your party. nothing really caught his interest other than Hu Tao’s voice lines, but he still listened nonetheless. the next day after class you heard Jamil let it slip that he got an account, only for you to stare at him with wide eyes. “i reached ar16 and don’t know what to do.” he said as you freaked, could you have converted your boyfriend into a gamer? absolutely not, he was still extremely casual and the average quest enjoyer. if you ever wanted to play with him, you’d need to grind him and his artifacts for him.

although he understands the game now, don’t expect him to actually know any terms for a long while, and don’t think you’re off the hook for staying up late and neglecting your health, either. he’s going to be by your side making you put the game down, cuddling you. you can play it later, the games not going to run away from you while you touch some grass and go outside for a date for a few hours.

✎ ˎˊ- "chocodollxren" [choco - doll - rhen] ˖˚˳⊹ 'ּ໋݊◵ dn repost. likes/comments/reblogs appreciated; not required. so long as you enjoyed the content.

thank you for reading! thank you for the patience. just another quick headcanons~ gyokuro order and going to work on more soon. I’ve gotten quite a few orders done, but there’s still a lot more to do before the event, sorry for tag spams! i try not to upload multiple things in one day to not spam tag stuff;; but it’s a little unavoidable at the moment. and yes lilia and idia made a gaming cameo, and leona 100% plays acnh.

[moemoemammon]

can we have the demon bros with an mc who's a horrible cook? (not solomon level bad though, but still pretty funky tasting.) however! they are capable of improving with practice. i'm a pretty bad cook myself so i have my eyes on this one 👁️👄👁️

MC is a Terrible Cook!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

When Lucifer introduced you to the house's dinner-making rotation schedule, he expected that you might have a little bit of trouble. After all, you're now having to come up with a meal to serve the entire family once a week.

But what he didn't expect was for you to serve poison for dinner.

Maybe you were trying to appeal to the palates of demons? But although they eat strange things, that didn't mean they'd enjoy.... whatever it is you've put on the plate.

Lucifer also thought it might've been a fluke, until you REPEATEDLY offended their taste buds with the random concoctions you created in the kitchen. And you do so with such earnest that he can't bring himself to ask you to stay away from the oven at all costs-

"I've realized that asking you to adjust to an entirely new world of cuisine is a bit harsh of me, so I've decided to enroll you in RAD's cooking class. I think you'll find it useful, and... I look forward to eating what you make. Do your best."

Mammon

Mammon can't brag about being a five star chef or anything. Hell, he's tried serving cup noodles for dinner repeatedly. But that doesn't mean he doesn't know what tastes good, and your food? Yeah uh.... this ain't it, chief.

When you ask him to sample a new dish you've tried making, Mammon's filled with giddy pride. You're asking HIM to try it out, and not his brothers! That's his human! ✨

But now he sort of wishes you'd have asked someone else. What are you, Solomon?? Or maybe human food is just like that???? Well... it ain't as bad as Sol's, but it's still funky!

It takes everything for his dramatic ass not to spit out the mouthful of food right then and there. He can't when you look so hopeful-! Damn it, stop making your eyes sparkle so much!!!

"....Th-that's a pretty interestin' flavor ya got there, MC. Real uh.... unique! But if ya REALLY wanna make food that The Great Mammon likes, I'll just have to start teachin' ya! I ain't takin' no for an answer!"

Levi

It took a long while for Levi to actually taste your cooking, considering he spent most of his days in his room eating whatever he smuggled in. But one day, your cooking had the chance to change his life forever...

All he wanted was to recreate some TSL recipes with you! It should've been simple! It was only a cursed goat sandwich with cheese, and you were in charge of the tartare sauce!

Yet somehow... you've created something so foul, Levi is sure you've made a curse instead.... It emanates a darkness that rivals that of the Lord of Corruption himself-!!!

Okay, that's a biiiit of a stretch. But why is it so??bitter??? Uh... he probably should've asked if you could cook in the first place. Maybe a little practice wouldn't hurt, but how can he say that to your face??

"Th-that looks great, MC! But um... hey, why don't we do this every weekend? You know, trying to cook together? I can look up recipes so we can improve together! Ahaha..."

Satan

Satan is pretty bright, so it didn't take him long to realize he should start eating before dinner when it's your days to cook. Don't get him wrong, he's all for new experiences, but your food leaves much to be desired.

But he's not so cruel that he'd keep letting you get away with making food like that, so he tries helping you in the kitchen. That upgrades your cooking to something tolerable, at least?

Hey... wouldn't it be funny if you snuck your food into Lucifer's meal every night? Satan's sure he'd make a great face! Ooh, or maybe you should start preparing his coffee every morning?? Somehow, you even manage to make drinks taste completely unique!

Okay, maybe he shouldn't use you like that. How about you take advantage of his collection of cookbooks instead? He wouldn't mind if it means you'll come to his room more often.

"Why don't you pack Lucifer's lunch for tomorrow? I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you surprised him with a special meal of your choosing. And afterward, you and I could start prepping for dinner together. I'll show you the recipe I found for us. I think you'll like it."

Asmo

Asmodeus isn't one to hold his tongue, so the first time he tried your cooking... well.... We could say he's pretty conditioned to eating terrible things thanks to Solomon, so yours was somewhat okay!

But seriously, there's no way he can let his sweet little MC get away with such atrocities! He's GOT to help you out ASAP!

Asmo loves all things trendy and he's always staying on top of the new and popular foods, so he suggests making them with you! Every time something's trending on Devilgram, he'll make it with you! And he'll get some great pictures for his social, too!

It's a little tedious and he's not a fan of hard work, so there are days when he outright suggests going out for lunch instead. Teaching someone to cook is tiring, you know?

"Hm? O-oh, that's right. I'm still on my diet, so I probably can't eat whatever you're making. I know I know, a shame isn't it? As much as I'd love to, I just can't! But I'll gladly eat you instead, MC~! ❤️"

Beel

.................This should be illegal.

There's no way food can taste like this, right? It's got to be cursed. Or maybe you're playing a prank on him. Between you and Solomon, Beel has decided he won't even touch human world food with a 70 foot pole.

That being said, he loves you so he'll teach you how to make Devildom food instead. You can't mess up something if he's there to help you, right? Because Beel's starting to become wary of you when you enter the kitchen, and it's not good for his health...

Lucifer doesn't mind that though, since it keeps him out of the fridge in the middle of the night. The groceries have stayed in their places for three weeks straight! ✨

"You want to make a meal from home? Um.... I think Belphie's allergic to that, so why don't we make his favorite instead? I'll teach you, so let's go shopping. And we can get a snack on the way back, too."

Belphie

Belphie spends so much time sleeping, there are times he'll even eat in his sleep! It's a feat to behold. And we all know how it's nearly impossible to wake him up from his slumber...

Yet the first time he had your food, it was enough to make his eyes open. He had to make sure it was food he was eating, and not some kind of mystery slop Mammon put in front of him as a prank.

Wait, you made this...? Is Beel okay???? He's been eating this all this time?!?!!

Belphie doesn't like troublesome things like trying to teach you how to cook, but there's no way he'll let you abuse his brother any longer. He'll do his best... And besides, it's kind of cute watching you struggle cook.

"Hey, you know that's the sugar you're holding, and not salt? If we were cooking for Lucifer I'd let you go through with it, but I have to eat this, too. Here, let's just do it together, okay? I want you to learn well so you can make my favorite meals."

[cozy-possum]

Twin AU Meeting Here by @jspills

Listen I’ve thrown myself back into monster high face first, and seeing all the amazing art is just making my fingers itch

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Summary: Monster High, based on jspill’s art of a Jackson/Holt twin au; Specifically when they come to blows about Holt playing dumb

Jackson learned earlier on in normie schools not to stare too long. Which he thinks is what’s saving his ass right now as he can hear the group of monsters mumbling about him. 

“Nah, he’s probably just some weird Normie kid..” His brother’s voice forces him to look up, a reassurance that he’s safe. He searches and finds him, other male monster’s around him.

Jackson can sort of recognise the werewolf, he remembers seeing him around the vampire girl that Frankie had introduced him to, although the introductions she’d done earlier in the day are just a blurry spot because she smiled at him and then her arm ran up his shoulder to turn his head so she could point out his Home ick classroom. The fire elemental looks familiar in that vague way that Jackson thinks he’d seen him at a family function or in passing maybe a dream even. The gorgon he recognises. Deuce; he seems to be regarding Jackson with curiosity in the same way Holt had when they’d first been introduced. But then Holt flickers his gaze up and down Jackson and shrugs, repeating that he’s a normie and the rest of the monsters turn back to whatever they’re talking about.

Jackson learns by lunch that Holt’s not just giving him the silent treatment but that Holt has decided to completely ignore his existence beyond being the strange new normie that everyone is talking about. It’s too easy for Jackson to fall back on years of previous social interaction; which is him keeping his head down and trying not to draw anyone’s attention to himself.

This ignorance is bliss approach lasts until Mr. Rotter assigns some group project and Deuce

 asks if they can work at one of their houses.

“Course, just don’t spill all my secrets.” Holt laughs and Jackson wonders exactly how far he expects Deuce to follow through when he nods.

Jackson almost considers going for a walk so he can pretend to show up to his own house. Holt, who’s finally acknowledging him calls him an idiot and before it can be an actual fight Deuce shows up. He doesn’t mention anything while they’re working and they actually manage to finish the project in a few hours.

Jackson knows they’ll go back to ignoring each other so when he steps back into the halls and Holt doesn’t look his way he’s not surprised. Deuce however is still surprising him when he walks over and slings his arm on his shoulder.

“Good to see you man; you eating lunch alone again?” Deuce asks and Holt’s about to answer but Jackson’s nod beats him to it. He can see the fire in Holt's eyes and just smirks a little, finally pleased he can get one up on his twin.

“Jackson, good to see you, you look like you’ve slept for once; Deuce was saying you and him stayed up all night finishing Rotter’s project, since Holt has to have his eight hours of beauty rest.”

“Oh like Jackson doesn’t whine like a little bitch when he’s sleepy.” Holt laughs and Jackson rolls his eyes.

“You’d know all about that Mr. still sleeps with a nightlight.”

“Say the one who’s still scared of everyone around here.”Holt hisses and Jackson swears he can feel the air change. Everyone shifts uncomfortably, Deuce is looking unsure, as is Clawd. Jackson catches Clawd mumbling, half asking how they know that about each other. Holt’s glaring, a barely there smirk already in place because he thinks Jackson doesn’t have anything to come back with; that he won’t admit it.

“Why would I be scared of anyone here when you’re my brother.” Jackson’s almost expecting a cliche gasp to rise up instead Holt’s hand presses firmly on his shoulder; he can feel the heat burning through his clothes, most likely going to leave a blister, or a scar if he’s unlucky; and with the tense way Holt is watching him, he knows he’s unlucky.

“Brother?” Deuce frowns and Jackson nods trying his best not to scream.

“Yeah, Jackson’s my twin; he’s normie though; as far as we can tell so no clue why he’s here. He should just got back to where he came from.”

“You really want me to go blabbing to the normies about monsters? Everyone would know you’ve driven me back.”

“When the hell did you get a spine?”

“Somewhere between you ignoring me and getting bullied for being a freak by normies.”

“They were right though, you’re a normie weirdo here and a weirdo freak to normies. Why would anyone want you here!”

“I think most of the monsters here do want me; besides you..” Jackson responds calmly, Holt finally pulling his hand back as if he was the one burned.

“You just showed up.” He growls and Jackson nods slightly, hoping that Holt will actually talk to him for once; it seems his luck will hold on this.

“They never told me about you, I was alone, you were alone.” Holt hisses, shoving Jackson away from the creepateria and into the empty hallway. Before Jackson can say anything Holt’s pulling him into a slightly stiff hug.

“I know if anyone asks ,you beat me up.” Jackson chuckles and can’t help but smile when Holt scowls.

“You’re my brother.” A tense sigh. “If anyone fucks with you they’re fucking with me.”

“And us.” Deuce and the rest of Holt’s friends are smirking as they crowd the doorway.

“Don’t worry, if anyone asks Jackson’s a sappy normie who dragged you into the hug.” Holt tries to protest before Clawd, Heath and Deuce are all pushing him back into Jackson’s arms so they’re the center of a group hug.

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Hey could I please request a LokixReader story set on Sakaar where they have an enemies to friends to lovers relationship? Lots of fluff and smut if that’s okay. Thank you xxxx

Lord have mercy is this long. I love the request (probably a little too much). I have to warn you before reading, it's 6.6K words, the longest fic I've written yet. BUT I love it. I'm really proud of it!

Pairing: female reader x Loki

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, praise, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, fighting (Hulk and Thor), spoilers for Thor Ragnarok, takes place during Ragnarok

A/N: And with this finished I'm going to take a day to myself tomorrow! I'm not feeling very well and I want to catch up on my series because I've been neglecting it. Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You could ask anyone on Sakaar who the Grandmaster’s favorite person was and they would say it was you. You grew up on the trash planet with your father, who was a reject from his home planet. But on Sakaar you were basically royalty. Your father befriended the million year old Grandmaster when you were just two and from then on you were living in the lap of luxury.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been on Sakaar, but it had been a few hundred years. You didn’t look that old, more like twenty to thirty. But there was no way to be certain with the way that time worked on Sakaar.

Your life was perfect in your opinion. You and your father were happy and healthy on the trash planet. Every day you would dress in your finest silk robes, adorn your flashy face paint, and go to the arena to watch fights. When you weren’t doing that you were in your home or with the Grandmaster, who was basically a second father to you.

It was the end of the day and you were eating dinner with the Grandmaster, your father, and some other ‘royalty.’ As typical with all meals held by the Grandmaster it was full of excited and animated talking and extravagant food. You were too busy drinking your wine to engage in conversation, unlike your father who hadn’t touched his plate in favor of speaking to the man next to him.

Your father was a very social man, probably why the Grandmaster took such a liking to him. They were equally as flamboyant and outgoing. the Grandmaster often remarked how much you looked like your father. You had the same hair color, eye color and shape, and skin tone. Though you couldn’t tell your father’s true hair color anymore because it had started greying, contrary to the rest of his body that wasn’t aging as quickly.

There was a knock at the dining room door and the Grandmaster called for whoever it was to come in. The noise had drawn everyones’ attention, and all eyes were on the man that was being escorted in. He was tall, with fair skin and raven black hair. He was the most attractive man you had seen in a while. He didn’t look like a lot of the men you saw, but he still looked elegant.

“Who is this?” the Grandmaster asked.

Instead of waiting for the guards to speak, the detainee spoke, “I am Loki, God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard. I would like to say right now that it is a mistake imprisoning me and I will forget all about it if you let me go right now.” Loki spoke swiftly and with an accent foreign to many you heard normally. He had a very charming speech but you were in utter shock at the way he had spoken to the Grandmaster.

You expected the Grandmaster to order the guards to throw him in with the other gladiators and make him go against the champion, but he actually laughed, followed by everyone else in the room other than you.

“Well, Loki, I suppose I don’t need to make you fight. You can keep me company instead. How does that sound?”

It must not have been what Loki was expecting because he raised his eyebrows and said nothing for several seconds. “I think that would be fine,” he finally responded.

“Good, good. Why don’t you take that off him so he can pull up a chair?” the Grandmaster said to the guards. They did as he ordered and unshackled the dark haired man. As soon as he was free he grabbed a chair and planted right in between the Grandmaster and you. Loki sat down and gazed at you, offering a dazzling smile.

You squinted at him for a moment, sizing him up. You knew he was going to be trouble, to you at least.

“Ah Loki, please meet Y/N. She’s like a daughter to me,” the Grandmaster said to him.

“Hello Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His words were so obviously a lie that it made you scowl. You could hear the sarcasm seeping from his words. You could tell that he was already trying to butter up the Grandmaster. But in actuality he was trying not to get himself killed. Thor was nowhere to be found and he was on this planet by himself.

“Likewise,” you said back. You turned away from the men and started eating your meal, pointedly ignoring Loki as you did so. You could hear their conversation and it was almost impossible not to eavesdrop. The Grandmaster was mostly talking about himself, all things that you’d already heard before. Loki, when given the chance to talk, was just complimenting him in return.

When the meal was over and the dishes were collected the Grandmaster addressed your father. “My dear Holden, would you house my company for the time being?”

You whipped your head over to the Grandmaster. You couldn’t believe the words that had just come from his mouth. You couldn’t believe he was asking you and your father to let Loki stay with you. But your father being your father would have no problem with it. You just knew he was going to accept.

As you expected he said, “Why of course, the more the merrier.”

Your house was incredibly close to the palace. There really was no need for guards to escort you and your father home but the Grandmaster thought it was necessary. So after dinner you, your father, and Loki made your way to your home. It was very beautiful, and almost as grand as the palace itself, but much smaller.

Your father was in high spirits as usual. Once you were inside your father turned to Loki with a brilliant smile adorning his face. "We are delighted to have you. Please follow me, you can sleep here in the guest bedroom. Y/N is right next door so you can go to her if you need anything."

You looked at your father with a deadpan expression, which he didn't seem to notice. Loki on the other hand was positively beaming back at your father.

"Thank you so much for the hospitality. I really cannot thank you enough."

Your father chuckled, "It's no trouble at all. Any guest of the Grandmaster's is a guest of mine. So please, make yourself at home."

"Thank you again. I am quite tired so I think I'll be heading to bed. Goodnight Holden, goodnight Y/N." He bowed and went to his chambers without another word.

You looked incredulously at your father but he seemed to not have a care in the world. He was awfully aloof when it came to matters dealing with the Grandmaster. Your father and the Grandmaster had a complicated relationship. You really had no clue what was going on with them. They called each other dear and said they loved each other, but you had seen the Grandmaster and your father doing a fair share of flirting with many men and women.

You walked to your own room with a heavy sigh. You stayed up for a few hours that night wondering about the man next door.

You quickly realized that the Grandmaster had taken a liking to Loki. The next morning you, your father, and Loki were having breakfast with the Grandmaster and Loki was hanging onto every word that came out of the man's mouth. You just knew that Loki didn't care. But what you want to know are his intentions. He randomly shows up on your planet and instantly catches the Grandmaster's attention.

You spend most of the morning with your father, preferring his company to the Grandmaster and his new pet. The next time you saw him was at lunch. And just like at dinner the previous night Loki was sitting right next to the Grandmaster. Instead of enduring the empty compliments that were coming from Loki you decided to sit farther down the table next to another one of your father's friends.

"Hello Marridija," you said as you sat down. Marridija was a very kind woman. Kind and very up to date on all the goings on at the palace. It was no surprise that she was close to the Grandmaster.

"Why hello Y/N. You aren't sitting at the front of the table today?" Her drawn-on eyebrows drew in and she tilted her head to the side slightly, making you worry that her hair, which was styled heavily with spray to keep it straight up, would tip over and ruin. Over the many years on Sakaar you had grown accustomed to the wild fashion in the palace. Everyone in the Grandmaster's group wore metallic face paint and did their hair as tall and elaborate as possible.

Out of everyone at the table Marridija had the craziest hair and brightest makeup. She always made sure she was seen in a crowd. Her hair was bubble gum pink and looked like cotton candy on top of her head. Her makeup was many bright streaks of pink, blue, and gold.

"No, not today. I thought I might try something new."

"Oh. Well I'm delighted that you decided to sit by me. I've been meaning to ask-" her eyes cut from you to something over your shoulder before returning to talking, "about your company last night."

You clenched your jaw for a second before you answered her. "What would you like to know?"

"Well… the whole palace wants to know about this mysterious man. Loki, he said." She was speaking in a hushed voice so no one other than you could hear her. If anyone heard her they would most definitely be listening in. But Marridija was good at being quiet when she needed to be. She wanted to be the first with fresh gossip, and for that she would have to hear it before anyone else.

“There isn’t much to tell really. As soon as we got home he went off to his bedroom.”

The woman narrowed her eyes for a second before giving a huff. “Oh Y/N, you won’t give an old lady a bit of juice now will you?” Her face changed from a pout to a sly smile a few seconds after she said that. “Or is there something you don’t want to share with me? A secret of your own perhaps?”

“Absolutely not Marridija. What I’ve told you is the truth. I’m sorry I have nothing juicy enough for your ears.”

You turned away from the woman and forward towards the table and the meal being set in front of you. Through the whole of breakfast you remained silent, listening to the chatter around you. There always seemed to be something to talk about on Sakaar, but with Loki’s arrival and the Grandmaster’s liking towards him has made Loki the center of attention.

After breakfast the guests were clearing out of the dining hall. The Grandmaster had dismissed everyone and he and Loki were the last to leave. You stuck around and when the Grandmaster went to use the restroom and left Loki unoccupied you walked up to him. A smile appeared on his face as he saw your smaller frame scowling at him as you neared. For whatever reason he was quite enjoying how frustrated he was making you, though he didn’t know what exactly was making you mad.

“Hello Y/N,” he greeted.

“Don’t act all innocent. You’re up to something.”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up but his smile remained. “And what would that be?”

“Well I’ve come to find that out.” You crossed your arms and planted your feet in front of Loki. It wasn’t your best look but you wanted to intimidate him. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He was taller than you and obviously confident enough to tell the Grandmaster it was a mistake to imprison him.

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, as they say, but I don’t have anything planned. I landed here by mistake.” Loki said the words so simply you just couldn’t believe it. If he was telling the truth then it would take more than that to convince you.

“And why should I believe you?”

“Well I suppose you shouldn’t. You don’t know me, you don’t know my past or all the things I’ve done. Maybe we could spend some time together and you’ll realize I’m being honest.”

Loki wasn’t entirely sure why he said that last part. He had never offered to let someone get to know him. But a part of him also wanted someone to be able to talk to since he was all alone on a planet he was an outsider on. And it helped that he thought you were incredibly attractive.

You on the other hand didn’t know what to make of his words. If you accepted you might be falling right into his trap, into his plan. But on the other hand maybe he was being genuine. It surely wouldn’t hurt to find out more about him. If he was lying then you could possibly find out his intentions. So you thought the only logical decision would be to accept.

“Fine. After dinner we’ll go to my home and we can… get to know each other. But only because I want to know if you’re telling the truth.”

He laughed, “Of course, of course. See you then.”

The door you were standing next to opened and the Grandmaster himself walked out. He clasped his hands together and a smile appeared on his face. “Y/N! Thank you for keeping Loki company. Are you two getting along?”

You and Loki glanced at each other. There was no way you were going to say no, both of you had common sense. So you both put on a smile and looked as comfortable as possible.

“We are!” Loki said first. He put a huge grin on his face and leaned towards you, draping an arm around your shoulder. The sudden touch almost made you recoil, but if you did that it would look strange to the man that had just questioned your relationship.

“Well Loki and I should be going. I’ll see you at supper gorgeous.” The Grandmaster wiggled his fingers at you with an award winning smile. Loki took his arm off you and started following after him when the Grandmaster began to walk away. A hole might have been burnt into the back of Loki’s head from your staring. He was so puzzling. Irksome even.

The footsteps eventually faded as they walked further and further away from you and closer to wherever it was they were going. Your own slippered feet padded against the floor of the palace as you made your way down to the bottom level, outside, and safely in your home. It was a shame that most of the people your age were bounty hunters. You were all in all lonely. Maybe that’s what led you to agree to getting to know Loki.

You assumed he was around your age. He claimed to be a god after all, so he must be more than the average person.

Dinner rolled around and you went to the palace to eat as you did everyday. Loki was there. Though you knew he would be. You weren’t used to his presence just yet, so every time you saw him you were still slightly surprised. You were used to being around the ‘royalty’ of Sakaar for years and attending the same mundane events all the time. Loki was something new, something fresh. That’s why he was such a buzz on Sakaar. Especially when he made such an impression on the Grandmaster.

After the meal you went home and waited for Loki. You knew he would have to tell the Grandmaster some excuse for him to leave, so he was going to be a few minutes behind you.

Ten minutes after you had arrived home the door opened and Loki walked in. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw the exasperated expression on his face. You knew just how tiring the Grandmaster could be. Upon hearing the ring of your laughter Loki smiled. It was the first time he heard you make that sound and thought it was beautiful.

He slung his hair out of his face and slid into the white bar stool next to you at the kitchen island. You already had two glasses of champagne ready for the two of you. Assuming you would need it.

"What did you have to tell him to let you leave?" you asked, raising the glass to your lips.

"Well I told him I was tired and he just laughed it off then I said I was having an upset stomach and wasn't doing so well down there and he let me go."

Neither of you could hold back laughter. You were the first to start cracking up and seeing your reaction influenced Loki's joyous noise. The atmosphere was smooth and laid back. In preparation you had a drink beforehand, hence why you were so calm. Loki's smile and infectious attitude were also to blame.

In the time span of lunch and coming home you realized how ridiculous you were being. You had only just met Loki yesterday and you were already trying to accuse him of trying to harm the creator of your planet.

Once the laughter had died down you set your glass on the countertop and turned to Loki. "I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you. I haven't treated you fairly or given you a chance at all. I started jumping to conclusions and that was wrong of me. So I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

“Wow- I- Yes I can forgive you. I understand where you were coming from. You care about the Grandmaster and don't want him to be in danger. I think that’s very noble of you.” The corners of Loki’s eyes crinkled up as he looked at you with a soft smile.

“Well… thank you. I’m glad we’re on good terms.” You gave him an awkward smile and took another sip of your drink. Loki picked up his own and took a sip of it.

"So your father and the Grandmaster… are they together?" he asked once his glass was empty.

“I’m not entirely sure. They’re relationship is complicated. I know they call each other love and darling but they also flirt and do things with other people too.” You cringed at the memory of coming home and hearing your father with one of his friends. But beside you Loki let out a chuckle. He was really enjoying getting to see this new side of you.

With a final tip of your flute you had finished your drink. Looking over you realized that Loki had too, so you stood and refilled it.

“I just realized I didn’t ask you if you wanted another glass,” you said when you had finished pouring.

He waved you off. “Don’t worry, I do.”

You slid his flute across the counter and leaned on it, not bothering to go back around to sit on the stool again. “So, you said that you ended up here by accident… what did you mean by that?”

“Ah, trying to find out if I’m lying again? I thought this was behind us,” he said.

“I’m not asking because of that. It is behind us. I want to know more about you and what you were doing before you got to Sakaar.”

He nodded. “Well I was with my brother. Though I don’t know why he hasn’t gotten here yet.”

“Time works differently here,” you interjected. “So if you both came through at the same time he might get here later than you did.”

“Ah okay, well that explains it then. Anyways, I was with my brother, Thor. My sister, Hela, has cast us out of Asgard and we need to get back there and defeat her. We don’t stand a chance though,” he explained.

“If you need help getting there then I’m sure my father and I can be of assistance.”

“I think I should wait for Thor to arrive, whenever that is…” he trailed off.

“He could show up any day. But while you’re here you can hang out with me.” “When you’re not with the Grandmaster that is,” you added.

“I don’t know how often I’ll be able to get away from him but I’ll definitely try.”

The last drops of your champagne slid down your throat as you smiled against your glass. You were really looking forward to getting to spend time with Loki.

For the next few days after that you guys were together any chance you got. The Grandmaster was keeping Loki close, but he was able to make up excuses to come see you when he could. Loki was like a breath of fresh air in your life. His life was a lot different than yours, but you found yourselves relating in multiple ways.

Every time you two were together all you could do was smile. It was like you had found your first true friend. But you knew that when Thor came that Loki would be leaving. Even though it was wrong you hoped that Thor wouldn’t arrive for a while just so you could have more time together.

It was a little over a week since Loki had arrived and you were laying next to each other on your leisure ship, staring up at the stars.

“It’s beautiful, everything here is,” Loki whispered. You were looking straight above you but when Loki was speaking he had turned his head towards you.

“It’s strange isn’t it? It’s called the trash or garbage planet but it’s dazzling if you take the time to look around.” When you finished speaking you rolled your head to the side to look at Loki. The whole time you were speaking he was memorizing every part of your face with a smile on his own. When you saw him smiling you shyly smiled too.

Without you realizing Loki reached his hand over and found yours. When he did he took it and interlocked your fingers. You looked down at your entwined hands. Your heart was racing and butterflies were filling your stomach.

No words were spoken, it was just the two of you underneath a blanket of twinkling stars wishing for something more. Loki’s hand was warm in yours, and you wished that same warmth would envelop your whole body. You scooted over closer and closer to the man until he wrapped his arm around you.

“This is nice,” you mumbled against his chest.

“It is. I like having you in my arms,” Loki whispered back.

You let your eyes close and the warmth and blissful feeling take over you. You woke up in bed, wrapped up in your covers. The sun was shining and filtering through your windows and splaying out on your floor. You thought back to last night and remembered you must have fallen asleep, which meant Loki must have taken you home and carried you to bed.

You walked out of your bedroom and stood right outside your door. You weren’t sure what time it was. It was morning that was obvious. Maybe it was early enough that Loki hadn’t been summoned by the Grandmaster yet. You walked over to the bedroom next to your own and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Loki called out.

You opened the door and gently shut it back when you entered. Loki was still in bed but he was awake.

“Good morning beautiful,” he greeted you.

A tired smile went across your face as you sat down on Loki’s bed. He reached out to you and pulled you into him, setting you flush against his frame and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“I slept well. Thank you for bringing me back home.”

“It was my pleasure.” Loki tilted his head down and kissed the top of your head once more. His actions were so sweet you were feeling things you had never felt before. It was wild to you how quickly you had fallen for the God of Mischief.

After laying together for a few minutes there was a knock at the front door. You sighed and got out of Loki’s bed. The guards had arrived to escort Loki and you to breakfast with the Grandmaster. You both hurriedly got dressed and left to start your day.

For another two weeks things ran smoothly. You were happy. Loki was making you happy. But you knew that the day that Thor would arrive was approaching. It had been three weeks since Loki himself had fallen onto the planet, meaning his brother was not far behind.

You were sitting with Loki and mingling with other people in one of the palace rooms when Scrapper 142 announced she found someone. 142 was Grandmaster’s favorite scrapper. She brought him his champion after all. The person she had brought came into the room in the usual reinforced chair that all contenders usually did.

Loki was sitting next to you not paying any attention and neither were you until the man started yelling Loki’s name. You looked at him with confusion before you realized, it must be Thor.

When Thor finally got Loki’s attention he immediately stopped talking and got up. They were whispering back and forth fervently until the Grandmaster came up to them and interjected. They talked for a minute before Thor was thrown into the holding area for gladiators.

“That was your brother wasn’t it? Thor?” you asked when Loki came back over to you.

“Yes, yes it was.” He lowered himself back onto the couch and stayed quiet.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just… wasn’t expecting him.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded. Not only did you understand but you felt the same way. You hoped maybe Thor would show up later, and give you more time. But no. He was there and when given the chance he was definitely going to leave. But that wouldn’t be too soon. If he was fighting the Grandmaster’s champion he may never leave. You had seen the green monster in action and he was brutal.

Later that day you and Loki were sitting in the upper class stands at the Grand Arena watching the fights. Loki was constantly wiping his palms on his pants and his leg was bouncing up and down. He had never seen the champion fight but you had told him how ferocious he was and that made Loki nervous.

The Grandmaster announced Thor and when he came out onto the dirt the crowd was filled with ‘boos’ and other jeers. The ring around the bottom of the stadium begins to rise to accommodate the height of Thor's opponent and the Grandmaster started to announce him.

“Ladies and gentlemen I give you… your Incredible…” he trailed off, or at least you thought he did because before he could say the actual name the fighter burst through the doors and yelled, “HULK!”

The blood drained from Loki’s face next to you. “I’ve got to get off this planet,” he mumbled.

“Why what’s wrong?” you asked, worried.

“The Grandmaster’s champion is an Avenger, just like Thor. And he’s defeated me.”

Down on the dirt Thor had looked up into your box and was yelling, “We know each other! He’s a friend from work.”

The Grandmaster’s mouth dropped open and he looked over at Loki, who was staring straight forward and clearing his throat.

Thor was making small talk with Hulk before you heard him look over and shout again, “Loki! Look who it is!”

You’d never seen Loki so nervous and afraid. You reached over and placed a hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay.”

Down below Hulk was tired of hearing Thor talk and started running towards him. The fight was in full force and Loki was getting more nervous by the second. Hulk was in it to win it, and he wasn’t sure if his brother would be able to make it out. Surprisingly Thor was able to hit Hulk, sending him all across the barrier on the arena. The crowd was silent as Thor neared Hulk. He placed his hand in Hulk’s massive one and started speaking, but you couldn’t tell what he was saying.

They weren’t fighting and everyone was still and watching. Then Hulk grabbed Thor and swung him back and forth, hitting him against the ground countless times. Loki jumped up, startling you, and shouted, “Yes that’s how it feels!”

The Grandmaster looked over at him questionably and Loki responded with, “I’m just a huge fan of the sport.” The Grandmaster didn’t say anything, just turned back toward the arena and laughed.

Loki sat back down and you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, “What was that about?”

“Well… Hulk did that to me a few years ago.”

“Really?” you laughed.

“Yes. It wasn’t one of my finest moments,” he chuckled. You both settled back down on the couch and focused on the match again. The fight progressed and favor switched between Hulk and Thor for a minute or two. The Grandmaster and Loki were leaning in and cringing depending on the blow and who it had landed on. But things weren’t looking good for Thor. Hulk had him pinned down and was beating him to death.

Blow after blow was pounding down right on Thor’s face. Then something happened. You strained your eyes to see that Thor’s eyes began to glow and lighting began to glow and crackle all around his body. He seemed to gather his strength for a second, wind back his hand and land a punch right to Hulk, sending him flying with an arch of lightning, resulting in a collective gasp from the stands.

Hulk collapsed yards away from Thor. The Grandmaster raised out of his seat, stepped forward and stared at the scene below you. The crowd was murmuring and whispering all kinds of things. You looked over at Loki, who had his elbows propped up on his knees with his mouth wide open.

Thor and Hulk both stood up and ran towards each other, jumping and then hitting one another. It was like a mini-explosion where Thor’s fist collided with Hulk. You were on the edge of your seat. It seemed like Thor could win. The crowd sure seemed to think so because they were chanting, “Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!”

Your full attention was drawn on the arena and a perplexed expression crossed your face when Thor violently shook and then fell to the ground. You looked around and saw the Grandmaster pointing his activator down at Thor, activating his Obedience Disk. You couldn’t believe it. If the Grandmaster wouldn’t have interfered then Thor could have won. He could be freed.

The Grandmaster stood up with a smile and started his projection onto the center of the arena, “Well done! Well done! Two very good fighters, but it looks like my champion has defended his title once again. Thank you everyone for attending today, I hope to see you at the next battle!”

His projection disappeared and people started to file out of the stands. You could tell by the silence that followed that the Grandmaster wasn’t too happy. He walked out of the room followed by guards, leaving everyone else alone. Loki was leaning back on the couch next to you slack-jawed.

“That wasn’t fair,” you breathed out.

He shook his head, “No, no it wasn’t.”

“At least he didn’t die. He should be okay for now,” you said, talking about Thor.

“Thank god.”

You and Loki returned home and sat down on the living room couch. You never got the chance to talk about Thor’s arrival but now no one else was around.

“You might be leaving soon,” you said.

“I may.” Loki reached his hand over and took one of yours in his. You couldn’t mistake the sadness in his voice.

“I won’t make you stay. If you need to go then you should.” You looked at Loki with pure earnestness in your eyes. It hurt to say it, but if Loki and his brother needed to leave then you didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t.

“Y/N I don’t want to go. I want to stay here… with you.”

“What about your sister? Didn’t you say she was trying to take over Asgard, your home?” you questioned with a soft voice.

“Yes but- we don’t stand a chance. If we go we’ll only die. There’s no hope for us.”

You faced your whole body towards him and dipped your head down so Loki could see your face. “You don’t know that. You’re strong and I know you aren’t a coward.”

He stayed quiet but squeezed your hand and met your eyes.

“If you need to go, don’t let me hold you back,” you repeated.

Loki strained up and gave a stern look forward as he nodded his head. “You’re right. I do need to go. Asgard is my home.” He bent his head towards you and spoke, “But I want to make my time with you count.” He leaned in and tilted his head, eyes trained on your lips. You also leaned in and closed your eyes, letting yourself dissolve into the tender kiss.

It heated up quickly, pants filling the air between you every time you parted. You crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands glided from your shoulder blades to your butt, caressing you.

You pulled away and opened your eyes for a second, your face only inches from his. “Should we take this to my room?”

“Yes, we should.” Loki raised up, holding you in his arms and carrying you to your room. You slid out of his arms right in front of the foot of your bed. He started undressing, pulling off his cape, boots, and other components of his complicated outfit. Yours was much easier to get off. All you did was kick off your slippers and undo your dress in the back and let it pool at your feet.

The whole process took a few minutes and you giggled when you had to help Loki undress.

“This is a mood killer,” Loki sighed.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. You pulled off the last garment including Loki’s underwear and he turned around to let you see him. He was so beautiful, every single thing about him. You could definitely believe he was a god, because he sure looked like one. Your wandering eyes made him chuckle, but he couldn’t say anything because he was doing the same.

His hands hovered over your hips, almost like he was afraid to touch you or else you would crumble in front of him. You smiled up Loki and put your hands over his, guiding them to your bare skin. He sharply inhaled as he felt how smooth and warm your skin was. He let out a small laugh in disbelief. He couldn’t imagine himself ever being so lucky as to have you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. He lifted you up again and walked over to your bed until his knees hit the edge. He crawled on and lowered you down onto the fluffy pillows. Your body was on display for him and he was completely swooning over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe.

“And you,” you reached up and pulled him closer to you by his shoulders, “are very handsome.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Since he was already down there he crept lower and lower, placing gentle kisses from your cheek all the way down to your lower stomach. Your breath hitched as his breath fanned over your vagina. He gave it a small kiss before he leaned back. He replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding them up and down your folds before inserting one.

He surveyed your face as he began to curl his finger making you start moaning quietly.

“Does it feel good?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes,” you moaned out.

He smiled and continued to work you up, building the pressure inside your lower stomach. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. You tried to, but with all the new feelings going on you were squeezing them shut. Loki frowned and cupped your cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb.

“Princess, will you look at me?” he asked. You opened your eyes and did as he asked. You kept your eyes open but your lids were only half open.

You loved the way his fingers felt but you wanted more- you wanted him. “Loki- Loki I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

He pulled his fingers out and wrapped that hand around his cock, pumping it and getting it ready to be inside you. He spread your legs further than they already were and walked forward on his knees until his tip was right against your entrance. You put his hand around it and guided it in slowly, letting you adjust to the length.

Your hands were on either side of your pillow and you were squeezing it. It wasn’t very painful, but it didn’t feel right to just have your hands open, so you clenched them around your silk pillowcase. Loki saw them and put his own hands on top of yours. As he rolled his hips into you that’s what kept him stable.

“Darling, you make me feel-” he moaned, “so good.”

The inside of you was warm and velvety, encasing his dick in a personal heaven. In just a few minutes he knew what was going to come. Him.

Loki was making you feel just as good as you were making him, if not better. You weren’t a virgin. You had lived long enough to want men and take them back home with you. But none of them were making you feel the way Loki was. He knew exactly what to do, what pace to go at, and all the right words to say. The gentle moans and vulnerable face were so beautiful above you that tears were staining your cheeks.

Worry crossed Loki’s face, he thought you were hurting. “Are you okay?” he asked quickly.

“I’m fine, you’re just- you’re so beautiful.”

He choked out a laugh and regained his original pace. The compliment had warmed his entire body. He was on cloud nine. There was a growing sensation in his lower region and he could feel his orgasm coming.

“I’m about to cum,” he panted.

“Go ahead darling, cum for me,” you returned. His eyes widened but he went ahead, cock stiffening before releasing his cum.

You moaned, head falling to the side from the buzz traveling through your body. You arched your back in an attempt to hurry your own orgasm along. You could feel it approaching but it couldn’t get there soon enough for you. Loki thrusted faster and tried to hit that spot that he knew you had. He succeeded, and an overwhelming pleasure drifted through you.

Your walls clenched around his dick and your own juices squirted out. You sniffed and wiped your tears, opening your eyes to see Loki’s face in complete and utter amazement. You laughed a little as he pulled out of you and rolled over to be by your side.

“What was that face for?” you asked.

“That was the best I’ve ever felt. You are… perfect in every way.”

“I feel the same about you.” You turned on your side and placed a hand on his cheek, just like he had done to you a few minutes prior.

He nuzzled closer to you, putting his face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll come back for you. I promise,” he whispered.

“I’ll be waiting,” you responded while stroking his hair.

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[cinnaminsvga]

🌷 social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories 🌷

A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didn’t do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i won’t be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K

prev // part 11 // next masterlist here.

By the time Seokjin’s phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady. 

“Well, that must be her!” Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: it’s an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool. 

“Don’t you dare let her in here,” Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. “Hyung, I’m serious. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Are you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,” Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. “Since we’re on the same page now, why don’t you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.”

Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. “You’re the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think you’re so slick, but I know that you’re just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!”

Seokjin shrugs. “It isn’t like I’m trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, I’m setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if I’m being honest.”

Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. “Love of my–?”

Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. “Oh, hush. Don’t even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out you’ve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjin’s mouth. “Actually, just please stop talking.”

Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. “Point is, this is a favor that I’ve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, I’m giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.”

“There isn’t any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!”

Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-chi. You’ve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.”

“Aha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!” Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesn’t even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongi’s hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.

“Yes and no,” Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongi’s cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) “I’m honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isn’t gonna think any less of you. She’s too much of an idiot to resent anyone.”

“Speaking from experience?” Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. “Can’t say I understand how she’s gone this long without killing you.” The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he can’t promise that his hands won’t find their way around Seokjin’s throat, and it won’t be sexy.

“Hmm. Yeah, definitely,” he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. “Start preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.”

“I know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said you’re allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!”

Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. “So going on your first ever date with Y/N isn’t considered a special occasion?”

Yoongi falters, eyes widening. “N-no, that’s not what I mean!” he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. “Wait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!”

Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. “I mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, she did not agree to this. She doesn’t even know you’re forcing her to eat lunch with me.”

“How can you say that with such certainty?” Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. “You don’t even know what I told her!”

Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words “crush on him during high school” have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.

But instead, he says, “Yeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.”

Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. “Suppose you are right… Who cares? It’s not like the two of you are strangers, so I’m sure this is going to go great!”

“What the fuck? She is a stranger! I’ve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!” Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine. 

Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. “Grab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,” he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning. 

Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongi’s) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. “Great! While you finish up here, I’ll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!”

“Oh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the past–” Yoongi checks his wall clock, “–seven minutes?”

Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. “Well, that’s where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!” After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.

The worst choice that he’s ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.

“God, just end me,” Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.

x x x x x

“Took you long enough.” You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. That’s the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.

Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. “Sorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.”

“The moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,” you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.

“Thinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N… I know you’ve had a dry spell for too long, but I didn’t think you’d be that desperate for some of my butter,” Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.

Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. “You wish. At least I don’t spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.”

“And the invitation to join me still stands by the way!” Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.

“Is Yoongi joining us for lunch?” you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this “date” is just another prank by Seokjin. You don’t know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.

Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You know what? He is going to join us, actually!” 

He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongi’s door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongi’s door without missing a beat.

What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? You’d rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.

You hesitate by Yoongi’s door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Um, Seokjin? Are you sure it’s okay for me to–?”

“HONEY I’M HOOOOME!��� Seokjin’s loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.

Yoongi, despite looking like he’s half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. “Get off me!” he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him. 

Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Look, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!”

Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. “I suppose you did.”

Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?

“Um,” you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. “Hello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the way…”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you can’t tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or not. 

You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongi’s home before gently closing the door.

As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though you’re not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. It’s minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; it’s seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. It’s certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjin’s abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets. 

The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly. 

“I… What is… Huh?” you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.

“It’ll be finished in a second. Why don’t you sit down?” Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched. 

You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. “Ah… I’m soooo hungry. Smells good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.

“Yeah, it does,” you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isn’t looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured. 

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples. 

“You know what that was for,” you hiss, keeping your volume low. “What the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!”

“For us? It’s for you!” Seokjin snaps back. “Didn’t you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!”

“I was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!” you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasn’t looked your way once. “The poor boy… No wonder he doesn’t like me! He must think I’m as bad as you!”

Seokjin snorts. “Of course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldn’t have even fucking happened if he wasn’t assdeep in lo–”

“Lunch is finished,” Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant. 

“T-thanks,” you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like you’re being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great. 

“That’s my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!” Seokjin says, jumping to his feet. 

You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. “Oh no, you don’t! Who said you could leave? You’re not going anywhere!”

But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongi’s coffee table to get to the door. “Too bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,” he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good ol’ fashioned discomforting silence.

“Um,” you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.

“No, you go first–”

“You go ahead–”

The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first. 

He returns your smile half-heartedly. “So, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but… You know how he is.”

You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. That’s the longest sentence you’ve ever heard him speak! 

“Yeah, believe me… I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” you joke. 

Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. “Glad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin people’s lives. It’s almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.”

“Shared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,” you say dryly. 

You don’t think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. “Oh fuck, that was so unflattering,” he groans, clearly mortified.

His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt he’d take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. “So, uhh… The food? You don’t have to give me any, by the way. I wouldn’t want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.”

Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression you’ve come to associate with Yoongi. “No, that’s fine. Seokjin–er, rather… I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didn’t eat at least some of it. But I don’t care either way if you want it or not.”

For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasn’t going to join for lunch?

“Oh, if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you don’t need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. “Oh shit, that’s so embarrassing,” you say, your cheeks heating up this time.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, I assume? That’s pretty stupid if you ask me. Don’t you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?”

You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? “Excuse me? I’m not stupid! I would’ve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!” you say indignantly. You’re too busy being offended that you don’t fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“Packing your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? It’s almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You won’t have time to eat here and make it in time,” he says, pointing you with a look. “Wait. Did you have coffee this morning?”

“Yeah? So?” you ask, defensive. “Are you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?”

“No,” he grunts. “If you’re caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” you exclaim, but you can’t help letting out an incredulous laugh. “Wow. You’re kinda weird, did you know that?”

“You barely even know me, so how would you know?” he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.

You huff, but your ire is all for show. You aren’t actually annoyed by him–he’s just… different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges… but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease. 

“That can be amended,” you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though he’d been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time. 

“Sorry. About… you know.” Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you. 

You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. He’s like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. “No worries, Yoongi. I’ll be sure to return this container soon, so don’t you worry.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Keep it if you want. I don’t care either way.”

Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. “Roger that, Yoongi.”

Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. “Do you…” he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. “Do you… want me to walk you out?”

His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t get lost. I think I remember where the door is.”

He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. “Yeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.”

You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were more than nice,” you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongi’s cheeks to bloom once more.

With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before. 

“Huh. That was weird.” You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isn’t going to be so bad after all.

[mcyt-imagines]

hello! i am here to request a tommyinnit x reader! where the reader is a smaller streamer who accidentally befriends tommy while having no idea who he is??? they only find out when they see him streaming one day and lose their fucking marbles over how many people are watching him, and proceed to blow up his phone like??? hello what the fuck???? also, they/them pronouns please!

I love this request, mainly because I can totally see Tommy doing this to someone. Befriending them and just accidentally forgetting about his online popularity just to laugh as they freak out over it. I’ve used they/them pronouns as per requested as well, hope you enjoy! :D

Hidden In Plain Sight

You were worried you weren’t going to actually make any friends in your new classes, moving to a whole new school partway through the year wasn’t exactly common practice. So, you had braced yourself for the worst, mentally prepared to eat your lunch alone in the bathrooms even if it was gross, it was better than being eyeballed by your new peers. Approaching the common area with your food now in hand, you felt your stomach start to sink deeper and deeper, yet you kept up your pace determined to not look as downtrodden as you felt.

“Hey, new girl!” You turned quickly, giving yourself a bad case of whiplash that the boy who had called your name definitely noticed. “Uh, yeah?” You raised a singular eyebrow at him, the empty seats around him beckoning you closer. “Nice twitch patch. You stream?” He asked, gesturing to the small purple and white patch you had badly sewn onto your backpack. 

You stood dumbly ahead of him, your food held tightly in your hands. “Uh, yeah. I do, I only started a few months ago though.” You grow sheepish wondering if admitting to that could just lead to you getting bullied quicker. The boy’s face suddenly lights up, “Me too! I’ve been streaming for a few years now though.” He boasts a little, obviously taking pride in his hobby. You nod along, “Cool.” A few moments of silence pass, “Are you gonna sit or what?”

The smile that graces your face leaves Tommy a little stunned, “Oh! Thanks.” You quickly sit, shoulders relaxing almost instantly. “I-It’s nothing, I’m Tommy by the way.” He holds out his hand, you warmly shake it giving him your own name with a soft blush. Partly from the embarrassment of your pointlessly spiralling thoughts and partly from how cute this boy next to you is. Tommy happily carries the conversation, cheeks a soft pink as you watch him with intrigue and interest drinking in his words with an attentiveness he wasn’t used to. Tommy listens eagerly when he asks you about your twitch channel, you shyly tell him a little about it.

You give him your channel name and he follows you, you follow back instantly Tommy speaking through the exchange partly to distract you from his profile. It works and you close the app without a second glance, happily listening to the rest of Tommy’s story without a care in the world. Tommy feels relief rush through him, he didn’t want to overwhelm you and he knew that his popularity was likely to have an impact on your friendship. He didn’t want that. He wanted someone to want to get to know him because they found him interesting not because of his following and the ‘clout’ they may receive from being his friend. You didn’t seem like the type to do that but he knew better than to assume, he’d learnt that lesson a few too many times before.

“You normally sit alone?” You breach the subject with little tact, knowing that surely, he’s a popular guy. He’s loud, extroverted and funny, there’s no way he was as much of a social outcast to be forced to sit alone. He sighs loudly, huffing air through his nose. “No! But my lame-o friends decided to join clubs this year and they meet during lunch for extra club time.” He grumbles, arms now gesturing widely around him as he articulates exaggeratedly. “But I know that they’re really just trying to suck up to the girls in the drama club.” He makes a loud gagging noise.

“So, I stay out here and study, that way I have more time to stream when I get home,” Tommy explains with a soft shrug, motioning to his binder nearby, notes scribbled in an illegible chicken scratch. “I might have to start doing that, the workload here is so much more than at my old school.” You groan, gesturing to your own binder chock-a-block with notes, textbooks and spiralled notebooks.

That’s when the two of you hear a distant ringing of bells, “Where’re you headed? I can lead you there, this place is a maze sometimes.” Tommy offers the smile soft on his face. You pull at your folder and point to your next class, “Uh, it’s-“ You begin, only for Tommy to exclaim. “We have the same class! C’mon, Miss will beat our asses if we’re late!” “Miss who!?” You look at him quizzically as Tommy quickly stands grabbing his things and motioning for you to follow. When you stand slowly and grab your things Tommy grabs your wrist, “She might excuse you for being late, but I’ve been late one too many times dude, you don’t even know.” His pace is faster than yours but his hold on your wrist is firm, forcing you to keep up with him.

Days of chatting and befriending Tommy turns to weeks and soon it’s been a few months. You had been happily keeping to yourself mid-stream, your regular viewers making light conversation with you through chat. “Oh woah, we got a raid!” You cry watching your chat, “Aw it’s from Tommy! Hey big man, thanks for the raid of- HOLY SHIT! 300,000!?” Your eyes grow to the size of saucers as you reread the notification several times before finally looking into your webcam looking like a deer in headlights. “U-Uh welcome guys! If you’re planning on sticking around please be polite in chat!” You try your best to gain control over your racing mind, heart beating rapidly against your chest.

A large number of Tommy’s viewers leave, but you try your best to entertain those that stay for another hour or so before you end stream with a significantly larger number of subs than what you started with. Your speed dialling Tommy’s number is unrivalled as you lay back in your chair, eyeing your stream set up across from you. He picks up, “Hey-“ You cut him off immediately.

“Um, so when were you going to tell me you’re some big twitch hot shot!? Or was I just supposed to find that one out for myself champ?” You hold back the urge to screech down the phone line as he laughs at you. “Hey! It just slipped my mind, okay!? A big man’s gotta lotta big things on his mind at the one time!” He cries out in futile defence, knowing you had every right to be at least a little bit furious at him for keeping this a secret.

“Wasn’t the raid fun though!?” He squawks after a couple of moments of silence, “It was… fun, but it was also the most stressed I think I’ve ever been Tommy. That’s a lot of people to just throw at someone.” You huff a little, “Sorry, I uh, I didn’t really think before doing it. I was just super excited to send them over to you, I just knew they would love you as much as I do.” He mumbles the last part of his sentence, but you hear it just fine. “Aw, I love you too Tommy.” A smile finds it’s way onto your face, “I can’t believe I’m actually considering forgiving you.” You throw a hand over your eyes, groaning. “Would a midnight trip to get some fast food accelerate the forgiveness process?”

You hum for a few moments, “Are you trying to bribe me, Tommy?” The blond stammers adorably before huffing, “Uhhh, no?” He offers, “Oh well if that’s the case, then yes.” You grin as his screeches of laughter reach your ears, your own laughter joining his within moments. “Talk later big man, got a midnight meal to plan for.” Tommy groans, “Oh no! You’re gonna spend all my money!” You scoff, “I’m sorry mister millionaire! You’re my walking talking money bags now, get used to it!” You giggle along with Tommy’s chuckles, his voice relaxed. Tommy knew his assumption was right, even on the first day he met you. He knew you were a good person, a good person for him. There’s no one he would rather spend his time and money on.

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝stupid rumour.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「 Bakugou who has a crush on you ― the transfer student who has trouble speaking and writing Japanese but can understand the language He helps you on your language skills and develops a crush on you. Then you heard rumours of Bakugou liking Uraraka and you started become distant.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"I thought I told how to do this one so many times and how did you manage to fuck it up?" Bakugou groaned, looking through your midterm paper.

"I'm really trying my best but kanji is just no good for me alright?" you grumbled, snatching the paper from his hands. It was quite embarrassing to be struggling with Japanese literature and other subjects.

Sure you were born and raised in Japan but due to some business issues, your family had to move to [Preferred Country]. And to be honest, you spent most of your life in [Preferred Country] instead of Japan so you weren't really familiar with kanji at all. It wasn't only kanji, its just the Japanese language in general. You didn't have much problems talking but when it comes to reading and writing, it was a problem so when it comes to studying, you were in big trouble. You have been whining about failing your tests and Bakugou — who happened to be your personal tutor. He got tired of your whining and decided to help you in hopes of making you shut up.

You can't really tell why Bakugou decided to help you in the first place. The two of you never got along that well to begin with. The ash blonde was very competitive by nature and when you showed promise during training, he seemed to have made you his target somehow. Bakugou never actually cared about the people in the class but you were different somehow. He was always easy to rile up and you enjoy messing around with him sometimes. It was almost safe to say that you spend most of your time with him. 

Since the day you transferred into UA, you struggled with your studies. Kanji now appeared to be an alien language to you and during tests, you struggled to understand the question. Bakugou picks up the scattered paper on your desk one by one, skimming through your mistakes and assessing your performance. You didn’t do that bad and only failed Japanese History and Literature. Your scores were really low and it barely hit the passing mark. 

Sometimes you like to think that you and Bakugou had something special but you're just a transfer student. Bakugou and Uraraka probably have a relationship that you could never understand. He respects Uraraka's strength after that one incident during the Sports Festival tournament. You stared at the two who happened to be queueing for lunch, having a conversation that you can't hear from where you were sitting. After a while, you took your eyes off them and sipped your drink.

"Do you think he likes her, [First Name]?"

"I'm sorry what?" you blinked, turning your attention towards Hagakure who sat across you.

"I'm talking about Ochaco-chan and Bakugou-kun!" the invisible girl gushed, her sleeves waving about to show her excitement. You blinked a couple of times, unable to process. Judging from her tone, you assumed that she thought you understood what was going on between the two. However, that wasn't the case, you yourself are clueless.

"But [First Name]-chan and Bakugou-kun are close in their own way too! Something going on between the two of you?" Ashido who was sitting next to you decided to direct the topic towards you instead.

"Nothing is going on between us. In fact, I think at some point he's gonna stop teaching me because of how I always disturb him." you muttered with a chuckle.

"Typical Bakugou. You can still join our studying sessions if you want. My offer still stands." Yaoyorozu smiled gently. You shook your head in response and gave the same answer as you did when the black haired girl proposed the idea to you.

Originally, it was Aizawa who forced Bakugou to tutor you in the first place. You had failed your tests miserably at first and your homeroom teacher seemed to notice that you struggled with communication sometimes. And Aizawa had this crazy idea to assign Bakugou to tutor you. He had hoped that the ash blonde will grow to become more social and cooperative. Honestly, you thought that it was such a bad idea at first. Bakugou was very rough with his words, impatient and is short tempered. You've tried to be nice and dismiss his behavior but at some point you just found him very amusing. You weren't sure if the two of you actually got along well or not.

However, you like to think that you both are actually on good terms. Even though he gets frustrated whenever you struggle to solve a question, he would leave you alone and give you pointers. He also likes to reward you with small treats like your favorite snacks and drinks. Bakugou also pays attention to your behavior a lot. Since the two of you are always studying everyday after school, there will be times where you will be so worn out from training. If that's the case, Bakugou will go easier on you.

"I've heard from someone that Bakugou has feelings for her since first year." Hagakure whispered as she saw Uraraka approach the table. The conversation was cut short when your brown haired friend arrived at the table with her pork katsu don. She looked between everyone, wondering why you all grew silent all of a sudden.

"What were you guys talking about?" she asked, taking a seat next to you. Acting completely natural like a smartass you were, you decided to just continue eating your lunch as if you were never a part of the conversation to begin with.

"We were talking about how there's this rumour of Bakugou having a crush on you since first year." Ashido chirped. Uraraka let out a noise akin to surprise before waving her hands defensively.

"Wh-Wha!? That's not possible!" she said quickly before glancing over at the ash blonde and then towards you.

"Why not?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"W-Well, that's because....." the girl seemed a bit nervous and you see her glancing at Bakugou a couple of times.

You rested your elbow on the table, letting out a knowing hum. It didn't take long for you to get the hint that Uraraka might actually reciprocate his feelings. A small frown was etched on your face as you looked away from the girl seated next to you. Bakugou would never just suddenly stop to stare at someone, especially knowing that he can be caught staring. It was just as you had suspected earlier. 'To think that I thought there's something special between me and Bakugou.' you thought to yourself, keeping yourself out of the conversation while the girls teased Uraraka for getting so defensive.

The next day, Bakugou was packing his things and thinking ahead. He could already hear you grumbling something to yourself as you cleared your own desk, preparing to head back. There was a homework assigned to everyone and you will — for sure — be begging him to help you with it, even though its due in 2 weeks and you have plenty of time. Just as he was about to call out your name, Kaminari and Kirishima approached his desk.

“Hey Bakugou! Some of us are planning to go watch a movie after school, want to join?" Kirishima asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at this, looking slightly annoyed.

"Why would I wanna go with you extras?" the ash blonde grumbled.

"Because it will be fun! Everyone is coming right?" Kaminari turned towards the group of girls that has gathered around your desk.

"Yeah, most of us are!" Ashido chirped happily. 

"Come on Bakugou-kun! I think its a great opportunity for you and [First Name]-chan to take a break once in a while. And besides, she's been looking forward to this movie." Uraraka told the ash blonde.

Bakugou glanced over at you, seeing that you were somewhat looking forward to relax today. It was Friday, and probably the best day to take a break from all that studying. The ash blonde had been pushing you a bit too hard and maybe this is his chance. Bakugou reluctantly agreed but not before telling them to not chose some stupid movie. He shook his head, telling himself that he's not doing this just because he thinks that you deserve a break and that he likes you or anything. Just as he finished packing, he looked over towards you, seeing Hagakure approach your table with a skip.

"[First Name], let's go watch a movie! Even Bakugou is joining! Ochaco-chan just invited him." she exclaimed, motioning to the ash blonde who glared back at her. Your excitement died down a bit, glancing between your invisible friend and Bakugou.

"Um, I think I will pass! I think I'm gonna start with that homework we're given, it's gonna take me a while to finish that after all." you said, quickly gathering your items.

Seeing you leave the class quickly made him confused. Uraraka muttered about how weird it was for you to skip out on going out, especially knowing that you were all going to go watch a movie that you have been looking forward to for so long. Bakugou decided that it was not worth his time to think too much into it and leave you be. He's not your babysitter and it doesn't matter to him what you do anyways. All while he was watching movie, he was thinking about how you should've been here watching the movie.

Just when he thought your behavior on that day was only you not being your normal self ― you did something that he had never expected before. It happened on the day after the movies. He had already expected you to be knocking onto his door and begging him to explain to you about all the homeworks that were given and about that Science quiz on Monday. Sure you came to his room with a handful of your notes and textbooks ― like usual. Your hair was slightly messy from hurrying to meet up with him at the same time ― like usual. It was nothing out of the ordinary, something you both were accustomed to. You always came late, looking like you just rolled off the bed and went straight here.

It was the same old routine until he heard those words.

"Sorry Bakugou! I'm going to be studying with Momo-chan today, she's offered to partner up for the Japanese History project." you announced.

"Hah?" was all Bakugou could only respond with. He was confused. Normally, you would be begging him to become your partner because you're so used to him. What has changed in you?

"Also.....she offered to help me with my studies so you don't have to waste your time on me anymore. Thanks, Bakugou. I won't be bothering you starting from today onwards." you bowed and quickly left him behind.

'Whatever, I don't care.' was what Bakugou said to himself.

There was so much that he wanted to tell you. But he made no effort to call out to you as you hurriedly made a run for it to the elevator. He shouldn't be bothered by this so much. After all, he was only teaching you because Aizawa told him to. The ash blonde told himself that over and over but he couldn't help but longingly stare at your back as you ran away from him as if he was the plague. 'There's no turning back on this. I made up my mind to not be a burden anymore!’ you told yourself. From that point on, you made it a goal to not interact with Bakugou at all.

He was already confused to why you decided to have him to stop tutoring you in the first place. Bakugou didn't seem to bothered by it that much but it did make a lot of people ask him about what happened between the two of you. The two of you were normally seen together most of time and to see you both on your own is just weird. You were now spending time with the girls most of the time and instead of Bakugou, you had moved on to asking other people to assist you with homework.

He wasn't going to lie but the thought of you running to others and asking for help didn't sit well with him.

Today after school, you were seen in the common area doing your homework together with Yaoyorozu. Bakugou had went down from his room to get himself a drink. Now that he doesn't have to teach you anymore, he was much more free. He could finish his homework much faster than usual. Bakugou watched as you grinned happily after being praised for getting some work done. On his way to the kitchen, he passed by Kirishima who looked like he was taking a break from his own studying. 

"Hey, did you two have an argument or something?" Kirishima asked Bakugou who had opened the fridge to get his drink.

"Hah? What you on about?"

"I'm talking about [First Name]. All of a sudden you stopped partnering with her and tutoring her." the red haired mentioned as he looked over at you.

"Why should I care what she does anyway? She's not my girlfriend!" he said, glancing at you in hopes that you did not hear him at all. Lucky for him, you were too immersed in the conversation that you were having with your partner to even care about what was going on in the kitchen.

"But don't you both like each other or something?"

"Who said that!?"

"It's pretty obvious, bro."

Bakugou really doesn't want to admit it but he really likes you ― a bit too much that its starting to get obvious. He was now starting to get worried that you might catch on to his feelings. He looked at you for a moment, watching as you worked on a few tough questions, eyes narrowed at the book in front of you. It was a habit that he learned after being with you for so long and he never said it out loud but you look very cute like that. After a while, Midoriya and Uraraka joined you and Yaoyorozu. Bakugou's eyes narrowed at Midoriya who was helping you with some of the questions.

That should've been him! ― was what he told himself. 

Little did he know, you heard the commotion in the kitchen. Though whatever Kirishima and Bakugou was talking about was unknown to you, you could feel them looking at you. Shaking your head in response, you reminded yourself that you vowed to not get in Bakugou's way anymore. When Midoriya and Uraraka joined your study session, you decided to just focus on your homework now. You can’t lie about the fact that you missed Bakugou’s company. Even though he was always impatient and complaining about how slow you are, he never once left you on your own. Not to mention, he was surprisingly a great teacher.

The Bakusquad ― Bakugou never really liked and approval of that name ― were hanging out in the common area. Bakugou was here against his will, dragged by Kirishima and Kaminari who wanted to play some games together. At the dining table, a few students from Class 1-A were gathered around sharing some treats while the Bakusquad played some games by the couch. Bakugou was seated on one end of the two seater sofa, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and rethinking his life choices.

"There was this rumour that you like Uraraka or something." Kirishima mused while he looked through his phone.

"What?" Kaminari suddenly perked up, drawing his attention away from the video game.

"Hah?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

”I’m talking about Bakubro here!” the red head male spoke a bit louder to gain the other boys’ attention.

”Oh now that you mention it, I remember! There was this rumour going on about Bakugou liking Uraraka or something.” Sero piped up, not drawing his eyes away from the game he was playing against Kaminari.

“I thought Bakugou was dating [Last Name] already.” Kaminari pointed out.

”I know right?! I know they both like each other but are afraid to admit it.” Kirishima added in with a triumphant smile.

“No one fucking said that.” Bakugou glared at the boys who began to give him the looks.

”Come on, you were so overprotective of her at that one time when we studied in the library together!” Kirishima started, now his posture upright and eyes filled with determination.

”Oh right! When there were these random people hitting on her, you sure told them off!” Kaminari added to Kirishima’s anecdote.

”But there seems to be some tension between the two of you right now.” the blonde hummed, pausing the game to turn his attention to the conversation.

It took him that conversation to actually realize how much your ignorance has affected him. Not only did you decide not to ask for his help anymore, but you made it your mission to avoid him at all costs. You avoided sitting with him during lunch, not partnering up with him during hero training and clearly turning down invites from your friends whenever you hear that Bakugou will be joining as well. He had confronted you in front of everyone, demanding you to meet up with him. 

And of course, it was hard to run away when he asked you right in front of everyone. The only solution Bakugou came up to get you back and clear this up was to confess his undying love to you. 

You were really nervous to talk to him and for some reason, you had a feeling that you were going to have your heart broken. Bakugou, by all means, isn't oblivious and notices a lot of things around you. So it was no surprise that he realized that something is up with you and that you are ignoring him. He probably has figured out the reason behind you avoiding him already. And you couldn't help but think your reason was really dumb.

“Look, I have no idea what you’re telling but let me just say this.” you started it first, as you don’t wanna regret not saying anything any sooner.

”But I want to tell you that I don’t want to get in your way anymore. And I approve if you want to date Ochaco-chan." you were fiddling with your fingers. So you were aware of this rumour but never made the move to ask Bakugou himself if this was true and decided to just blindly believe in some stupid rumour that some random extra had spread. Bakugou almost wanted to strangle whoever did this because it gave you stupid ideas.

"You are a fucking idiot for believing in some extra's words instead of asking me. Why the hell did you avoid me instead of confront me about the rumours, hah?" the ash blonde was trying his best to remain calm and patient.

"Because.....I was afraid that those rumours are true." you admitted.

"And I'm here to tell you that its not fucking true. Round Face is madly in love with fucking Deku and she's not even trying to hide it. Everyone fucking knows that." he told you.

"So you don't like her?" you asked.

"Stop doubting my words." he flicked your forehead. You shut your eyes and rubbed at the sore spot, muttering a few words about how unnecessary that forehead flick was. Seeing how you looked very unconvinced with his words, his hands squeezed your cheeks together and forced you to make eye contact with him.

"Listen to me, you little shit. I am going to say this once and I am not going to repeat this. Because I have no fucking idea why you are so blind to all of this. You can be dumb at lot of things and frankly, I'm glad that you are." he sighed and you let out a gasp, offended by his words.

"Hey, I'm not dumb―" he cuts you off by squeezing your cheeks to the point where your words were all muffled.

"You're so helpless in your studies without me, its like you can't live without me. But it makes me feel special because you never ask someone else for help and always look for me. Even though you're shit at your studies, you have a really freaking strong quirk. You can be so fucking annoying and drive me insane sometimes but goddamn, how can you be so fucking adorable at the same time?" Bakugou started to get a bit frustrated now and he almost couldn't believe the words he was saying right now. 

You reached to grab his hands and pried them off your face to allow yourself to speak.

"I am not going to listen to you do this any further―"

Once again, Bakugou cuts you off by leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. You were startled but after a brief seconds, you started to kiss him back. It's what you imagined it to be like, sweet yet fiery at the same time. You melt into the kiss, lifting a hand to cup his cheek while he cards his hand through your hair. You were the one to pull away first, taking a deep breath and you held your gaze. Bakugou looks oddly calm but you could see the red tint on your cheeks that was starting to reach the tips of his ears.

"You're red."

"Oh shut up, you're ruining the fucking mood."

Total: 3593 words Published: 07.06.2021

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Only Friend

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader [Robin!Jason Todd]

Summary: Gotham mourned for Robin. But who mourned for Jason Todd? Y/F/N Y/L/N wasn’t just another one of Jason Todd’s friends. She was his only friend.  

Word Count: 7,000 [One Shot]

Warnings: Violence, Death, Loss, Grief

Y/N didn’t know what time it was. She hadn’t opened the blinds in her room for days. And she didn’t plan on doing so anytime soon. In fact, she didn’t plan on getting out of bed anytime soon.

She heard a knock on her bedroom door. From the sound alone, she knew it was her mother.

“Y/N, dear. Can I come in?”

She wanted to say, ‘No.’ She wanted to say, ‘Go away.’ But Y/N didn’t even have the energy to do that. So she just laid still with the covers over her shoulders and said nothing. 

Her mom slowly opened the door.

Y/N’s family had been tiptoeing around her since it happened. They didn’t know how to handle the situation. Most parents don’t expect for their daughter’s best friend to die. No child should have to face grief like this.

But Y/N had no choice.

Because Jason Todd was dead.

“Hi, honey,” Y/N’s mother cooed as she walked into the room. Then she placed a plate of food on her nightstand. “I brought you something to eat.”

Y/N didn’t even so much as look at her mother, just continued to stare off into nothing.

“Is it alright if I open of your blinds and windows. I think you could use some fresh air.”

Y/N gave what appeared to be a half shrug, barely visible underneath the thick covers.

But her mother seemed relieved, it was starting to smell musty in the room.

Her mother sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Y/N’s face. “The funeral’s tomorrow.”

Y/N’s eyes finally looked up at her mother – desperate and scared. “Do I have to go?”

“I think you’d regret it if you didn’t, honey. You deserve your chance to say goodbye. Your father and I will be there with you.”

Then Y/N closed her eyes and burst into tears. “I had a dream about him last night. And I woke up and remembered–” she had to pause to catch her breath. “I-I-I remembered he’s g-gone.”

“Oh, honey,” her mom whispered as she pulled Y/N into her arms. “I know you miss him. I know. He was your best friend.”

Y/N pulled away and looked up at her mom. “He was my only friend,” she corrected.

———

Jason Todd was sitting at a lunch table by himself and reading when someone slammed their tray down across from him. His eyes flickered up in a glare, already expecting someone to try and pick a fight with him or something.

But instead he found a girl standing above him, smirking down at him.

No, not just any girl, the prettiest girl in their grade. No one else at this stupid school seemed to think so. But that just further proved Jason’s theory that everyone here were idiots.

“Hi,” she said confidently.

“H-Hi?” Jason stuttered back.

“I’m sitting with you,” she announced as she sat down. “I’m Y/N.”

Jason finally smirked and remained confused. “I know who you are…”

“You’ve never talked to me, so how was I supposed to know?” Y/N said back. “And you’re Jason Todd.”

“Yes?” He responded.

Y/N laughed at his confusion.

Jason Todd wasn’t popular. There was a disconnect between him and his peers. The kids at Gotham Academy were trust-fund babies and spoiled brats. They were such snobs that there were even cliques separating the kids who came from old money from those who came from new money. It all seemed ridiculous after literally starving in the slums of the city. 

Jason Todd wasn’t a rebel. He didn’t lash out or let his inability to connect to the other students make him feel down. Ask any teacher who had him and they would say he was a straight-A student and he never once caused trouble in their class. He was always polite and respectful, responsible and well-behaved.

Jason Todd wasn’t bullied. Maybe it was a vibe he gave off, but somehow the other kids knew not to mess with him. Jason came to school with a black eye once, and he always wondered if it freaked them all out enough to never try to mess with him – not that they would ever stand a chance against him.

In regards to the middle school hierarchy, Jason was nobody.

Because Jason Todd wasn’t really a kid. He just had the misfortune of also not being an adult yet.

He was just a poor punk from the Narrows, who just happened to try and steal the tires off the car of Gotham’s notorious vigilante. He didn’t belong at this snobby prep school.

But going to school was one of Bruce’s demands after making Jason his new Robin.

Jason just didn’t know how to make a convincing argument for why he didn’t need social interactions with kids his own age.

“Is this some kind of dare?” Jason asked Y/N.

She froze her eating and scoffed at him. “You’ve watched too many bad teen movies. What kind of asshole would I be to do something like that?”

But Jason still looked around the cafeteria, expecting to find a table full of people watching this interaction and trying to hide their giggles.

Y/N finally slammed down her food, sat back, and crossed her arms. “People at this school suck.”

“Uhh…OK?”

“I saw you reading Pride & Prejudice the other week. And you were wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt yesterday. You helped pick up Jill’s stuff when her backpack ripped open, while everyone else just laughed.” She paused. But Jason waited. “What I’m saying is that I’ve decided that you don’t suck.”

“Oh,” Jason blurted out.

“Do you honestly think anyone at this school even knows who Jane Austen is? And some dude in my English class tried to tell me Nickelback was his favorite band.”

Jason laughed at that. “How did you even respond to that?”

“I asked him if he was fucking with me and then the teacher yelled at me for swearing. And I told her, ‘How am I supposed to react to a Nickelback fan without using profanities?’”

Jason laughed again.

That was how Jason and Y/N became best friends. That was all it took.

Jason would soon find out that Y/N didn’t belong here just as much as him. She didn’t come from money – just your normal, middle-class suburban family. She’d won a full-ride scholarship to Gotham Academy, which was impressive since they only handed out one per grade.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne made one 30-second call and Jason was accepted – no questions asked.

Y/N was rather mature for her age, but it wasn’t the product of being Batman’s sidekick and fighting the criminals of Gotham City.

—

Any second Jason had to be a normal kid was spent hanging out with Y/N. Jason was at Y/N’s house all the time, loving Y/N’s parents and envious of the stable home Y/N got to grow up in.

It took awhile for Jason to feel comfortable inviting Y/N to the manor, despite Alfred saying he was welcome to have friends over whenever he wished. Jason eventually got over his embarrassment. While Y/N seemed in awe of Wayne Manor, the evidence of Jason’s wealth didn’t make her treat him any different. They mostly hung out in Jason’s room anyways. Or in the kitchen when Alfred made them snacks.

While they were at school, they always ate lunch together and walked to classes shoulder-to-shoulder any chance they got. They only needed each other.

They ignored everyone else. And in return, everyone else left them alone.

For the most part.

—

Jason should’ve known something was wrong when he heard the commotion on his way to third period.

When he heard kids start chanting “Fight!” his gut somehow knew Y/N was involved.

Jason shoved his way through the thick circle that was surrounding the drama.

He reached the opening just in time to see Y/N tackle a boy named Parker to the ground. The crowd gasped, not actually expecting them to actually go through with violence. Then Y/N lifted her fist and landed a punch to Parker’s face.

But Jason quickly stepped forward and pulled Y/N off.

“He’s not worth it, Y/N.”

Recognizing the voice of her best friend, Y/N allowed him to pull her away.

“Gonna let your boyfriend pull you away?” Parker yelled out.

Y/N whipped back toward him, but Jason wrapped his arms around her and held her back. “Y/N, leave it!”

“I’m not the one with the a black eye and bloodied nose, asshole!” Y/N screamed, only half fighting Jason’s hold. “Next time, I’ll kick you so hard in your tiny dick that you won’t be able to have kids.”

Jason managed to drag her through the halls with a vice-like grip on her hand.

Y/N scoffed at his efforts, “Where are you even taking me?”

“We’re ditching class.”

She shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

Jason knew exactly what exit didn’t have an alarmed rigged to it or any video surveillance. He also grabbed a cellphone in his back pocket and started to type frantically.

“You have a cellphone! What? Since when? My parents said I can’t get one until high school,” Y/N groaned enviously.

Little did she know, Jason had set up an AI system that would call the school with Bruce’s voice and leave a recording about how Jason needed to be dismissed from school. It was perfect for Bat emergencies. 

He had added Y/N’s parents voices to the algorithm a few months ago, having a hunch it would come in handy.

As soon as they were a safe distance away from the school, Y/N let go of Jason’s hand and walked slightly ahead of him.

With their freedom secured, Jason could focus on Y/N now.

“What did he do?” He asked her gently.

Y/N was smart and calculated. If she’d picked a fight with someone, Jason knew it had to have been caused by something serious.

“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbled.

Jason rushed forward and stopped her walking. “Hey, come on. It’s me you’re talking to…”

Y/N nodded, knowing he was right. They told each other everything, or so she thought.

Her eyes went to the ground, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “We were in health class. Today was the unfortunate lesson for learning male and female anatomy. Mrs. Martin started talking about…” Y/N hesitated. “She started talking about boobs. Said something about when girls start seeing a change.”

“And?” Jason urged softly.

“Parker chimed in and said, ‘Or if you’re Y/L/N… never.’”

Embarrassed by her confession, Y/N started walking again – quicker, this time.

Jason jogged to catch up to her. “Fuck him. Only a loser asshole would say something like that.”

“Well…he’s probably right.”

Jason shrugged. “Who cares?”

This time Y/N stopped walking. “You don’t get it,” she snapped. “Every girl in our grade is growing up. And I still have the chest of a boy. My mom won’t even let me buy a bra because she says I don’t need it yet.”

Jason was speechless. 

To be honest, he had never really noticed. Y/N wore baggy band t-shirts or flannels all the time. He wasn’t exactly studying her silhouette when they hung out. But he never imagined that Y/N would be bothered by something like that.

“Sometimes I’d just like to…I don’t fucking know…feel like a girl.” She paused. “A pretty girl,” she emphasized.

Jason stared into her eyes. “You are a pretty girl.”

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. “J, you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m serious. You’re the prettiest girl in our grade, Y/N.”

That caught her off guard. He’d never said anything like that to her before. 

Sure, Jason said nice things to her. But it was usually him complimenting her taste in music or thanking her for showing him a new book he loved. But he’d never called her pretty before.

Jason, worried that he’d exposed himself, pulled her to him so he could give her a noogie. And the moment was broken.

“Jason! I think I’ve proved today that I will hit a bitch!”

He just laughed and playfully shoved her away. “Come on. I’ll buy you one of those embarrassing frappuccinos from Starbucks.”

“Excuse you! They’re not embarrassing. They’re delicious.”

Jason could tell Y/N didn’t want to talk about the fight anymore. So he thought distracting her was the next best thing. 

And, by some miracle, they returned to school the next day without any punishment.

But Jason wasn’t done yet.

Parker didn’t realize he was messing with Robin’s best friend.

Jason was patient. He waited for the precise moment when Parker would be alone.

A week after the fight, Parker turned the corner of an empty hallway and jumped when he nearly ran into Jason.

“What do you want, Todd?”

Jason took a step toward him and lowered his voice, “If you ever say anything like that to Y/N again – or to any girl, for that matter – I won’t hesitate to beat the shit out of you.”

Parker side eyed him. “Yeah, right.”

Without hesitating, Jason reached forward, grabbed Parkers palm, and snapped the index finger of his dominant hand.

Parker let out a screech of pain and fell to his knees.

Jason kneeled down to whisper in his ear, “No witnesses. No cameras. And I’m actually in gym class right now, running the mile. No one will believe you.”

Parker looked up at Jason like he was a madman.

Jason smiled and patted him on the head. “Remember what I said.”

After that, Parker never even so much as looked in Y/N’s direction.

—

Jason and Y/N looked out for each other, protected each other

And Jason may have kept his other life of Robin from her, but Y/N seemed to already sense that there was something Jason was hiding. It wasn’t just something, it was dark.

When Y/N started noticing bruises and cuts on Jason’s body, she grew concerned. But she wanted to observe and think of all the possibilities before she ever brought it up.

Then one day at her house, she made a joke and slapped Jason playfully on the back.

He hissed uncontrollably and his entire body froze.

“Jason?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I’m fine. You just surprised me and knocked the wind out of me,” Jason said hurriedly.

But Y/N wasn’t stupid. She quickly grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and ripped it up so she could see his back.

“JASON! What the fuck!” She gasped in horror as she saw the bruises scattered across his skin. She had never seen anything like it. 

“Shh!” Jason tried to calm her to stop her parents from coming in and then having her immediately showing them too.

“What happened?” Y/N whispered, her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Nothing. I’m fine, Y/N. I promise.”

“You’re not fine. And this isn’t the first time,” Y/N countered. “You think you do a good job of hiding them, but I see the other bruises and cuts, Jason. And don’t think I don’t notice how often you skip school because your ‘sick.’”

Jason stayed quiet. He didn’t want to lie to her. But he couldn’t tell her. It could put her in danger. And if Bruce ever found out, he’d put a stop to the whole thing. Jason would never be Robin ever again.

“He does it,” Y/N whispered.

Jason blinked. “Who?”

“Bruce,” she clarified. “He beats you, doesn’t he?”

Jason’s eyes widened in horror. He knew Y/N was weary of his adoptive father. She noticed how absent he was from Jason’s life, then took note of how cold he was when he was present. But her theory made perfect sense. And if the roles were reversed, Jason probably would’ve come to the same conclusion.

“Y/N, Bruce has never hurt me.”

She frowned. “You don’t have to protect him. And you don’t have to take his shit. I knew something was off about him ever since I met him. But I didn’t think it was this.”

“Y/N…” Jason began.

“Does Alfred know?” She couldn’t imagined him every letting something like this happen if he did. Y/N had grown to love Alfred almost as much as Jason.

“There’s nothing for him to know, Y/N.” Jason laughed. “I was trying to walk across the railing above the great hall and fell and landed on my back. I didn’t tell you because I was embarrassed, OK?”

He knew from Y/N’s face that she wasn’t convinced. But she also knew not to push someone who was in the position she thought Jason was.

But to his horror, tears started falling.

“I just…I want you know that I’d do anything for you. You can live here! My parents love you and they’d take you in! Or-or-or we can run away together – just you and me.”

Jason hated seeing her cry. She rarely ever did it. And to know he was the cause made him feel sick.

Not knowing what else to do, Jason pulled her into a hug.

“I’m OK, Y/N. Promise. You don’t have to worry about me. Please don’t cry.”

“We just have to steal some of the stupid jewelry he has laying around and we’d be set for life,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

Jason laughed and pulled away. “Bruce took me in. Gave me a better life. He’s protected me. I know you don’t believe me, but the bruises aren’t because of him.”

Y/N wiped the tears away sloppily and nodded, but they both knew that Y/N didn’t believe him.

Y/N didn’t look at Bruce the same since that day. Not that she spent a lot of time around him.

But Bruce shared a look with Jason when he received the first very harsh glare from the pre-teen girl. It ended with a very uncomfortable conversation between Bruce and Jason where the boy explained what theory Y/N had come to.

Though Bruce said very little in response, he was wracked with guilt. To learn that someone thought he had the potential to behold the evil he tried so hard to eradicate in the world? It made Bruce sick to his stomach.

———

Now Y/N stood with her head hung low, in a crowd dressed in black.

These people didn’t know Jason Todd. Maybe they played the part of mourning funeral goer well. But Y/N saw their performances still.

The only people Y/N recognized were Bruce Wayne, Alfred, and Jason’s older brother, Dick Grayson. She’d never met him before, only seen pictures of him around the manor. Jason always seemed disappointed when Y/N brought Dick up or tried to ask about him. Y/N got the impression that he wasn’t all that great of a brother to Jason. Especially when it was obvious Jason looked up to him and was desperate for some sort of fraternal relationship.

Y/N looked up at her mother when the priest was finished with whatever he was saying. His words were impersonal, sullied by religion, and did nothing to comfort Y/N. He didn’t even say one thing about what made Jason so great. 

“Can we go now?” She whispered to her mother.

She patted Y/N’s back. “There’s a gathering inside the house now. We should say our condolences to Mr. Wayne and Alfred.”

Y/N frowned at that. The last person she wished to talk to was Bruce Wayne.

She had been watching the man through the entire service. He was stoic and collected. There didn’t seem to be any sadness to be found in his eyes.

The longer Y/N watched him, the angrier she became.

“Please, let’s just go,” Y/N begged her mother.

People were making there way into the manor now and weren’t paying any attention to a girl, despite the fact that she was the best and only friend of the boy they were pretending to mourn.

Her mother gave her a sympathetic look. “Honey, don’t you want to say hi to Alfred. I’m sure it would make him happy to see you.”

Y/N knew her mother was right. She could do that for Alfred. Plus, he gave the best hugs, and Y/N could sure use one of them right now.

They waited in a sort of informal line. Y/N wanted to hit everyone in front of them as she was forced to listen to their empty and rehearsed sympathies. Bruce didn’t say much in return, simply thanking each of them.

But when Y/N and her parents were finally up, Bruce Wayne’s expression shifted.

It was the first time Y/N saw any sort of emotion from the man. He looked heartbroken at the sight of Y/N, who’s hand was tightly gripping her mothers.

Bruce, standing at 6’2, knelt down to be at Y/N’s eye level.

“Hello, Y/N.” He greeted quietly so no one lingering around them could hear.

Y/N only glared at him. 

If she were being honest, she was surprised he even remembered her name. 

But Bruce continued. “Thank you for coming today. I’m sure the past few days haven’t been easy for you.”

Then he cleared his throat. And Y/N’s brow furrowed at the sound. Was he trying to hold back tears? No, that couldn’t be possible.

“I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend to Jason. He talked about you all the time. I’m glad he had someone like you in his life.”

Y/N felt nauseous at how genuine Bruce Wayne’s words sounded. His eyes were even more sincere.

What happened to the cold and distance man she’d had little to no interaction with?

‘He has an audience now,’ Y/N told herself. ‘He knows everyone’s watching. He’s performing just like the rest of them.’

“What did you do to him?” Y/N finally whispered to him.

Where she got the courage to speak to an adult in such a way, she had no idea – especially one as powerful as Bruce Wayne.

Bruce tensed at her question. Was that hurt in his eyes?

“Y/N!” Her mother hissed down at her.

“It was you. I know it was,” Y/N muttered as her lips trembled and tears started falling. She thought she’d run out of tears, but this was her final outburst.

“Y/N, enough!” Her mother hissed again and then made eye contact with Bruce and Alfred. “I’m so sorry. She’s not…she’s not handling any of this well.”

“You did this to him!” Y/N yelled. “He always had bruises…and-and-and cuts! You used to hurt him!”

“Y/N!” Her father finally chimed in, completely stunned by his daughter’s accusations.

“I hate you!” Y/N screamed in Bruce’s face as tears flowed down her face.

With that, she ripped her hand from her mom’s grasp and made a run for it. She heard her parents yell her name, but she ignored it and kept running.

Bruce stood up, looking unfazed from Y/N’s hateful and accusatory outburst.

“We are so, so sorry,” Y/N’s mom insisted. “She’s never done anything like that before.”

Bruce held up a hand, stopping them from continuing. “It’s alright. Really.” Then he sighed. “I’ll have Alfred go find her in a bit. Perhaps she just needs to let out some steam.”

Y/N didn’t even realize where she was running until she ended up at Jason’s bedroom.

Her entire body shook with sobs as she opened up the door.

It looked exactly the same, like nothing had even happened.

Y/N walked to the other side and slide against the giant windows, curling into a ball on the floor with her arms hugging her knees to her chest.

She cried and she cried and she cried.

There was no way for her to know how long she’d been there. But her head snapped up when there was a knock on the doorframe.

Dick Grayson leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed and a sad smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he greeted softly.

Y/N sniffed and rubbed the snot from her nose with the back of her fist, “Hi.”

“I’m Dick,” he introduced as he closed the door behind him and sat on the foot of Jason’s bed, making sure to give Y/N her space.

“I know,” Y/N answered back through a stuffy nose.

“Alfred tells me you and Jason were good friends.”

“We were each other’s only friend,” Y/N corrected him.

Dick nodded slowly.

“I hate him,” Y/N mumbled.

Dick winced. “Jason?”

“Bruce.”

“Believe it or not, I know how that feels,” he sighed.

“Did he hit you, too?” Y/N asked with wide eyes.

Dick opened his mouth, but was so shocked by the question that no words escaped.

“Why didn’t you help him?” She followed up with. “Where were you?”

Dick knew she wasn’t asking what he felt like she was: Why didn’t you stop the Joker? Why was Robin all alone? Why didn’t Batman call you for help?

But that didn’t stop her interrogation from hurting him.

“I haven’t always been there for him,” Dick finally admitted. “Actually…I’ve never really been there for him.”

Y/N looked at him with bewilderment. “Umm…” she sniffed. “I should find my parents.”

When she stood up, something caught her attention on Jason’s desk.

Y/N’s hand shook as she picked up Pride & Prejudice. He was the only middle school boy she’s ever seen reading a Jane Austen book. It was one of the reasons she wanted to befriend him in the first place.

“Keep it,” Dick surprised her by saying.

She quickly turned around and gave him a questioning look.

“You should keep it,” he told her. Then he looked at the overflowing book case she was standing near. “Take whatever ones want. He’d want you to have them.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered through the bookcase. Her heart was telling her, ‘No, they’re his books. He’ll need them when he gets back.’ But Jason Todd wasn’t coming back.

So she reached up and grabbed Jane Eyre and then Frankenstein.

“That’s it?” Dick asked. Because he would’ve let her take Jason’s entire collection.

Y/N nodded shyly.

Dick escorted her through the house and back to the gathering.

When she saw Alfred, Y/N rushed forward.

Dick’s heart ached as he saw the butler immediately kneel down and pull Y/N into a hug. He wondered what the man whispered to her. Whatever it was, it seemed to comfort her in a way that apparently nothing else was.

Then Y/N’s parents returned to her side. Dick expected them to scold her for her earlier outburst, but they just seemed concerned and started making their leave.

Y/N looked behind her and searched through the crowd to find Dick again. When she did, she gave him a sad wave.

Dick returned it with a sorrowful smile.

———

8 Years Later...

Jason had been keeping tabs on her since he returned to Gotham. He kept his distance, remained out of sight. He would jump from rooftop to rooftop as she walked home from a night class. Or he would wait for the window of her apartment bedroom to go off if it was a slow night of patrolling.

He told himself it was out of curiosity. But he knew deep down he was making sure she stayed safe.

Jason was happy to see that Y/N didn’t retain her lonesome ways in her life after his death. He frequently spotted her having dinner or drinks with friends.

But Jason didn’t know how to feel when it was clear that Y/N had no romantic partner. Was he relieved? Was he irritated that someone didn’t love and care for her the way she deserved? Would he have been jealous if there was someone in his life?

Jason wanted to find her as soon as he was brought from the dead. Even when he felt like he’d gone insane, when his thoughts didn’t make sense and he was confused…her face still echoed through his mind.

But vengeance became his priority.

And with it, Jason slowly convinced himself that it was best to stay far away from the only person he still cared about.

But that didn’t mean her didn’t want answers still.

After his war with Bruce – or really, his attempted murder Batman and the Joker – Jason allowed himself to actually look back on his old life, the parts that didn’t involve being a child vigilante.

Still not on speaking terms with Bruce. Jason decided to get his info from another source.

Cue a month or so after his brush with Bruce, Jason blindsided Dick the next time he was in Gotham and slammed him against the closest brick wall.

Jason used to look up to Dick as a kid, despite his older brother rarely even giving him the time of day.

But now, Dick was quite literally looking up at Jason. 

While Jason died a 13-year-old Robin, he was now a 6’3 man who had the set of a heavyweight boxer. Dick might be more flexible and acrobatic, but Jason had brute strength.

“What? B tell all of you not to talk to me?” Jason challenged when Dick didn’t fight his hold or speak to him.

“What do you want?” Dick asked evenly.

“Why did you keep tabs on her?” Jason growled, his voice distorted through his helmet.

“Keep tabs on who?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

Dick finally had enough of being bullied and shoved Jason’s grip off him. “Why don’t you look her up yourself? I’m sure you have no issue with hacking every personal database of hers.”

“That’s not why I’m asking,” Jason growled.

In fact, Jason had already done everything Dick had suggested. Which made him see that she had made a third-party domestic violence report to the police a week or so after Jason had died. And she had kept following up with it until the police finally came clean and told her there was no evidence to support her claim and she was wasting her time.  

It seemed Y/N was the only person that fought for Jason after he was gone. She had just picked the wrong fight.

“Why did you keep tabs on her?” Jason clarified.

“I just wanted to make sure she was OK.”

That caught him off guard a bit, seeing as Dick never gave a shit about Jason when he was alive. So why would he look after his best friend?

“What? Out of the goodness of your heart?” Jason ridiculed.

“She didn’t handle your death well, Jason. She even picked a fight with Bruce at your funeral.”

Jason smirked behind the safety of his helmet at the image.

Dick sighed and finally put down his defenses. “I failed you, Jason. All of us failed you.” He shook his head as he got lost in a memory. “Y/N even asked me why I hadn’t tried harder to protect you.”

Dick’s eyes saddened. “I figured if I couldn’t be there for you, the least I could do was make sure the most important person in your life was OK.”

It wasn’t the answer Jason was suspecting, but it was all he came for.

“Will you go see her?” Dick asked as he saw that Jason was about to take his leave.

“We were kids. Things have changed,” Jason grunted.

“I don’t think any of that would matter to her,” Dick defended. “I think she’d like to see you and know you’re OK.”

“Mind your business,” was the last thing Jason snapped at him before jumping off the rooftop and disappearing.

————

Jason did what he said: he left Y/N alone. 

He watched over her when he could. But most importantly, he didn’t drop a ghost from the past back into her life.

But he also tried to find that ghost in himself.

Somedays he thought that Jason Todd was lost forever.

But other days, like today, he still seemed to live on.

Jason browsed through the books on the shelves. He missed so many of them when he was dead and then when he reinvented himself.

Now he saw books as a time to fill in the empty space.

He was lost reading the back of covers when he heard it. No, when he heard her.

Next thing Jason knew, he was walking toward it.

“I’m sorry, dear. We’re all sold out of that title. You should’ve reserved it weeks ago,” one of the clerks told her with sympathy.

Jason peered between the shelves and caught a glimpse of y/h/c.

“I know. I just totally spaced. I think I’ll just browse for something else. Thank you for your help.”

Her voice sounded mostly the same, maybe a bit more mature. But he still would recognize it anywhere.

Jason knew he shouldn’t move any closer.

But he couldn’t help himself.

He was just one aisle away from her now, only a bookshelf separating them.

He slowly edged around the corner and smiled as he saw the massive pile of books that Y/N was trying to juggle in her arms. When she tried adding one more, they broke free from her grasp and stumbled loudly to the ground.

Jason didn’t know what he was thinking as he jumped forward and bent down to help her pick them up.

He saw her blush, but keep her head dipped from the embarrassment.

“Thank you,” she quickly laughed as she tried to pile the books back together as fast as possible.

Y/N opened her mouth to say more, but the words got caught in her mouth when she finally met Jason’s eyes.

He wondered how different he looked to her. Could she even recognize him? Or was he fooling himself when he became convinced he was an entirely different person after being brought back from the dead?

But his questions were answered when Y/N looked in shock, only unfreezing when her eyes began to tear up.

“It’s not possible,” she said so quietly that it was barely a whisper.

“Everyone good? I heard a loud noise.” The clear interrupted loudly.

Y/N jumped in response.

Jason stood and faced the clerk, “We’re fine.”

But when he turned back around, Y/N had booked it.

“Fuck,” Jason hissed before carefully handing the books to the clerk and quickly following after Y/N.

She made it further than he would expect. He actually had to look around the streets outside the store for a moment before he could spot her.

As soon as he did, he ran. But he called her name before he reached her to make sure he didn’t terrify her more.

Y/N froze when she heard him and whipped around. “Who are you?” She asked roughly.

There was a moment, when she first met Jason’s blue eyes, where she allowed herself to believe that perhaps a miracle had occurred.

But now she only saw this as some sort of heinous prank.

“It’s me, Y/N.” Jason almost sounded like he was begging her. 

She then fully took him in. Yes, he had the same face. But now he was a full-grown man – and an extremely handsome one at that.

“I shouldn’t have spooked you like that. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been dead for 8 years,” she muttered.

“I know. It’s a…” Jesus. Jason didn’t even know how to go about this. “It’s a long and complicated story.”

“Were you ever really dead?” Then Y/N’s eyes flashed with a realization. “Did you stage your death? To get away from him?”

Bruce. She meant to get away from Bruce.

Jason looked around. This was no place to have this conversation. He couldn’t believe they were having it at all.

“Fuck. OK.” He quickly shuffled through his pockets until he found an old paper receipt and a pen. He quickly wrote something down.

“I know this is…a lot.” He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that reminded Y/N of the Jason she used to know. “If you want nothing to do with me, I understand. You’ll never have to see me again.”

He took in a deep breath and handed her the receipt.

Y/N slowly took it and looked down to see a phone number written down.

“You deserve time and space to…” he couldn’t find the right word, “process all of this.”

Y/N watched him as if she was expecting him to vanish like some sort of hallucination.

“After you do,” Jason continued. “If you’re willing to hear me out, I’ll be there,” he told her sincerely as he gestured to the number Y/N now held in her hand.

He waited for Y/N to say something, or maybe even try to make a run for her life.

But after what felt like forever, Y/N gave a short nod.

Jason gave her a shy grin as he slowly started walking backwards. He hesitated saying one last thing for her. But his mind finally told him, ‘Fuck it.’

“I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

————

Jason told himself not to get his hopes up. Y/N had every right to be horrified by him and wish to never see him again. From what Dick described, Y/N hadn’t handled Jason’s death well at all. What child could?

But when Jason got a text from Y/N’s number a week later, asking him to come to her place, he couldn’t help but beam.

Except reality then quickly settled in. And it reminded Jason that this conversation would involve talking about his past for the first time.

‘Suck it up. She deserves to know,’ he heard his past self screaming in his mind.

An hour later, Jason was knocking on Y/N’s apartment door.

“Hi,” she greeted stiffly.

“Hi.”

She led him to her bedroom. “My roommates aren’t home right now. But who knows how long that’ll last.”

Jason didn’t stop himself from looking around. Maybe it was a habit, all of his training of taking in every new environment with acute detail. But really Jason just wanted to take in Y/N and her new life.

That’s when he spotted the three books.

Jason immediately reached for one of them.

“Oh,” Y/N said sadly as she saw what he grabbed. “Umm…Dick told me I could take those. He…umm…said you’d want me to have them.”

“You kept them all this time?” He muttered, still looking at Pride & Prejudice.

“Of course.” Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. “You can have them back. I mean, they’re yours after all.”

Jason smirked at her fumbling. “No, keep ‘em.”

Then the tension from this strange reunion returned to the room.

Y/N gave him a heartbroken look and sat on the edge of her bed. “Jason,” she whispered, “what the hell happened to you?”

Jason slowly joined her on the bed.

His breathing shook as he tried to prepare.

But Y/N deserved to know the truth – the whole truth.

So he told her everything. He told her he was Robin. He told her how he died. He told her how he came back to life. He told her where he’d been.

The only thing he left out was how she was all he could think about when he watched the bomb tick down to 0 and he knew he was about to die. 

But the hardest part was explaining why returning to her wasn’t the first thing he did.

“It wasn’t Bruce. It…you…you were Robin that whole time?” Y/N couldn’t even seem to process it.

Jason just gave a curt nod.

“I reported him,” Y/N gasped. “I was convinced he had something to do with your death.”

Jason winced at that. “Well, if you asked him, I’m sure he’d take responsibility for it still.”

Y/N’s eyes glazed over as she tried to take another look at the past now that she knew the real truth that had been hidden. So many things made sense: all the injuries, Bruce’s behavior, Dick being a distant brother – all of it.

“Y/N,” Jason whispered. Her eyes whipped to his. “I’m so sorry for leaving you like that.”

Y/N finally allowed herself to cry. “Missing you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

Jason didn’t care about keeping his distance any longer. He pulled Y/N into his arms, just like he used to when they were kids.

Eventually, her crying slowed and Jason knew he needed to finally say the hardest thing about this all.

“But I can’t stay, Y/N.”

Y/N wasn’t expecting that. “What?”

“I’m not…I’m not that kid anymore. I’ve done things – terrible things – that won’t ever let me return to the person you knew.”

“I don’t care,” Y/N said surprisingly harsh.

“What?”

“I said I don’t care,” even though she knew he heard her. “You think I’m the same person after 8 years, Jason? You think that little girl didn’t face the consequences of losing the best friend she’s ever had?”

Jason didn’t know what to say to that.

Y/N wiped away her tears and her entire body shifted. “From everything you’ve told me, you don’t seem to have many friends – if any. So, sounds like you could use one.”

How could Jason have overlooked Y/N’s stubbornness when he anticipated how this would all end?

“I lost you once. I’m not losing you again. Especially not with all I know now,” she added. 

Jason didn’t even bother fighting her on it. Y/N had always been his greatest weakness. At least he knew that hadn’t changed.

“OK.” He agreed. “So what now?”

Y/N smiled at his surrender. “Now…we have a whole lot of catching up to do.”

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Wow. I did not realize how long this was going to take me. 

Please, please, please let me know what you think. Reactions and feedback and reblogs are the only thing that keep me writing on here.