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ohdeerfully · 2 months

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hii! i just read everything you've posted and am obsessed. can you possibly write an alastor x fallen angel!reader? i would just love to see the interactions! -🐈‍⬛ anon

HIII 🐈‍⬛ im sorry this took one hundred thousand days to write. but at least its fairly long!!!!!! 4k words

honestly i cant imagine alastor warming up to an angel very quickly, like he would probably haaate reader for a long time before being like "actually u know what <3"

though that being said this can definitely be read as a platonic story since theres no romance (though maybe ill write a romantic fallen!reader someday)

anyway hope u enjoy!! mwah!

Welcome to Hell

alastor x reader TW: heavy descriptions of gore WITH the reader, reader is heavily wounded, alastors a dick, cursing obviously, thats it i think join my discord!

PLS READ: im putting the story immediately under a read more because it jumps really quickly into gore, so if ur uncomfy with that please dont read on!

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“Hey, bitch,” A dangerously whispered voice spoke in your ear after you shooed away a small demon, sending all the warning bells in your body ringing. You stood and braced yourself to run, but—

The sensation of bone and arteries being savagely torn from your shoulder blades sent flaming, white hot pain through your body, setting every nerve ablaze and prompting a scream of agony through your lips. Your throat quickly became sore with the intensity of your cries as you crumpled over yourself, tightening your arms around yourself in a useless attempt at comforting the pain away.

Knife-like sensations rolled through your body, leaving you struggling to catch your breath and see through tears. You lifted your gaze from your trembling, bloody-gold hand onto the two who stood above you, one looking down with a twisted smirk and the other a disgusted sneer. The man still held your ripped wings between his claws. You could barely hear the ambience of terrified screaming that surrounded you through the heartbeat in your ears.

“Angels like you sicken me,” Lute said, chin tilted up in superiority. “You don’t even deserve that title.” She brought a foot up and then down onto your shoulder, shoving you onto your chest. The movement made you scream as another flash of pain ignited in your back. You balled your hands into fists, pulling them against your chest as you pressed your forehead against the hot ground, trying to catch your breath once again.

You sat, hunched, for what felt like hours. Maybe it was hours, as when you finally came to your senses the atmosphere was eerily silent. Adam and Lute were long gone. You only heard the faint noise of cannibalistic demons tearing apart bodies, and the occasional rustle of trash or paper being thrown in the wind across a deserted street. The recognition made you sit up—oh, shit, too fast. Your vision practically vanished as your head became light. You tried to catch yourself with your hands before you fell backwards, but considering the nature of your wound; ripped flesh directly over your shoulder blades… your elbows buckled at the intense sting.

I’m so fucking stupid, you cursed yourself as you contemplated your situation, deciding that it would be better to not try to stand up and walk around right now. Honestly, you’d be surprised if bloodloss didn’t kill you, considering the glistening puddle that had formed around you. You had managed to slowly scoot into a somewhat secluded corner and rested your head against the brick wall. Uncomfortable, but all things considered… it might as well be a five star hotel bed to you. Your eyes shut.

“Come on—...never know-”

“If you think— unpredictable—”

The two things you noticed when you came to were a broken conversation and an uncomfortable prickling sensation on your skin. You struggled to crack open your eyes, dried blood nearly pasting your left eye together. When you finally managed, you still had trouble focusing.

Two blurry, tall demons stood in front of you. Despite the fact they were demons, it felt considerably less imposing than the two that were in front of you earlier that day—was it still the same day? Still, you were on high alert and grabbed for where you thought you had left your weapon. You palmed at empty concrete. You cursed both at the lack of your tool for self defense and at the fact the two noticed you were now conscious.

“I do hope you don’t mind,” An amused bark of laughter erupted from the taller of the two, which forced your gaze back towards them. “We confiscated your little prong for our safety.” You blinked rapidly, squinting slightly till you could finally focus your eyes and actually get a good look at them. Surely enough, your trusty spear was held tightly between red claws.

To your right was an oddly friendly looking girl with blond hair and the reddest cheeks you had ever seen, who stood with a slight bend at the hip and hands on her knees as she peered down at you. Her brows were turned up and furrowed with what you guessed was worry, although the thought was shocking considering… the circumstances, you mused gravely when another rush of throbbing pain coursed through your body, reminding you of the giant wound on your back. You hadn’t noticed yourself wince, but the woman in front of you did, what with the way her hand shot forward as if wanting to help you. She paused, unsure.

You turned your head to the voice, taking in the demon next to her. He was just a bit taller, and incredibly… red. Red coat, red hair, red eyes… a little excessive, maybe—though, it didn’t really matter what you thought of his fashion choices, because the overwhelming and ominous feeling of dread ensnared your thoughts. He bent at the hip in a similar manner to the girl next to him, though the movement seemed somehow much less natural. The ever-present radio noise in the air increased in volume as his face inched closer. Meeting his gaze seemed to cause your mind to fill with a buzzing emptiness, prickling your entire being and causing your skin to tickle with goosebumps. Although you’ve never met him before, you knew by aura alone the power he held, especially over you in this situation. It was frankly obvious that he knew, too, for he stood with practiced leisure, leaning his weight onto his cane with one hand as he fidgeted curiously with your spear in the other. You immediately switched your gaze towards the friendlier of the two, who still seemed to be fighting a mental war, her still outstretched hand twitching as she considered her next move.

With a brief, sideways look towards her companion, she smiled gently and outstretched her hand in your direction. You eyed it suspiciously, gaze flicking between her and her hand. She had to have ulterior motives, right? Maybe she was just leading you somewhere where you could be finished off. Or something. Adam always insisted that the demons were far to “fucking stupid” to know how to hurt, let alone kill an angel, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t resort to various strange experiments and tests. They were demons, after all. In Hell.

Though, you had to admit to yourself with a sigh, at this point, I’m not any different than them. You figured “fallen angel” could even be a worse title than demon, because how horrible of a being do you have to be to fall from holy stature? Was saving the life of a demon, a child, at that, so evil?

It wasn’t worth thinking about, you decided. You were here. In Hell. Fuck.

You raised an embarrassingly trembling hand and cautiously received her own, and fought yourself to keep from ripping away as her slender fingers wrapped over yours. You were watching her movements sharply, nearly flinching when her black manicured nails glinted as they caught a light. Even still, her expression regarded you with so much undeserved compassion, a softness in the subtle curve of her eye, that you let your shoulders relax. She pulled you gingerly to your feet, and caught you against her steady shoulder when you nearly fell.

“I’m Charlie, by the way,” She said. Although she seemed hesitant earlier, every minute that passed seemed to confirm some unknown idea in her head as she slowly grew more vibrant and excited. Even still, she remained otherwise calm and gentle, her body holding strong to support nearly your full weight. She shot a look at the other demon.

“Oh! I apologize for my manners,” You weren’t even lookin at him—his voice alone sent a weird feeling down your back. You turned to look. “Alastor! A pleasure to meet you my dear, quite a pleasure!”

You finally turned to look, and noticed he didn’t hold his hand out, but rather the blunt end of your spear. When you reached to grab it, maybe to yank it away from him—not that you had any intention of fighting back at this point—you found that he still held a vice-like grip to it. When your fingers closed around the stick, he merely shook it, as if the weapon was an extension of his own hand. You weren’t really sure whether or not to take it as an insult.

Charlie seemed indifferent to Alastor’s antics, and you started a bit when she seemed unable to control herself any longer, and began blabbering about some hotel and some plan she had. She spoke with such a furious speed that you wondered if anybody could decode her words. She paused, suddenly, to take in a long breath, but the other demon interrupted her before she could begin again.

“Charlie, while I love watching you try so desperately, I’m not sure beings of their ilk are fit for your idea.”

Ilk? Sure, you understood him holding caution to your presence, considering you were an angel, but come on! Circumstances have changed for you! You opened your mouth, planning to make some retort (that you had not yet planned out) but Charlie quickly beat you to it.

“No! Alastor, come on, I know they’re… was one of them, but that gives them all the more reason to want to follow my plan… right..?” She looked down at you, where you still leaned heavily on her shoulder as the three of you slowly walked down the street. You honestly weren’t sure what they were talking about—you barely managed to catch a single word she rattled about earlier. You gave a weak shrug and a nod, just to be agreeable.

Alastor only gave a dismissive ‘hmm’ in return, and picked up his pace to walk in front of Charlie and you. In fact, he kept his pace and just continued walking away, down the sidewalk, around a corner, and gone. Personally, you didn’t mind. The air was noticeably lighter without his presence.

Charlie sighed in defeat, but didn’t mention it. She seemed accustomed to his behavior. You silently expressed your sorrows for her; even if he was nicer than he appeared, which you doubted heavily, he was likely still an exhausting guy to be around.

The walk was long and unbearably painful for you, each labored step sending pulses of sore pain through your body, and your back occasionally exploding in needles that would halt you in your tracks. Charlie was incredibly patient, and you couldn’t even begin to word how thankful you were for her. Being one of two demons you had encountered since falling, you began wondering what else was in store for you down here for what you assumed may be the rest of your eternity.

You didn’t have long to ponder, as it seemed enough time passed since the extermination for demons to start their usual routines. And man, what routines they had. If you weren’t in imminent danger, you would find the scene almost comically chaotic. There were projectiles smashing through windows, sending shards everywhere, and fires erupting from said windows. Your eye caught the glinting of weapons in the hands of various demons, which some were… actively using to stab another demon. And, of course, when bodies fell there were at least two pit-eyed cannibalistic creatures that would descend on the corpse like starved dogs. You clung close to Charlie, who seemed unnervingly calm in the situation. Surprisingly, even with the lack of a weapon or any means of self-defense, nothing came at you.

Seeming to sense your unease, she looked at you with a calming smile. “Charming, huh?” She joked lightly. She grimaced slightly at the sound of a scream being cut short by a loud bang. “It’s not usually… this bad. They’re just worked up after extermination. That’s when the crazies hit.”

Yeah, you silently mocked. Yeah, starting fires and murdering people is being ‘worked up.’ Cool. You only nodded in response, not really finding anything nice to say. And, honestly, anything you said would probably seem hypocritical given the fact you were an exterminator mere hours ago. Luckily for you, she seemed content enough at that. She started to talk again about where she was taking you, a bit slower this time, obviously half focused on keeping you supported.

“So, my Hotel kind of just started, and Alastor is in the process of making a commercial to get some attention. I think he said it would be done today.”

You nodded wordlessly. Part of you felt a little guilty, not having much to say despite Charlie’s efforts to welcome you and take care of you, especially compared to her constant rambling. She didn’t seem to notice, though.

She re-explained her whole idea, undeniably proud of her plan. Sinners working on themselves to get redeemed? To leave Hell and climb those glittering steps to Heaven?

Absolutely unheard of.

Maybe it was your internal biases talking, but you could not imagine the possibility. If it was possible, why hadn’t somebody showed up at the gates from Hell before? You held back a roll of your eyes, feigning support and interest to the best of your ability.

After an achingly long journey, you finally reached the stone path that led to a rather plain, but tall building. It looked sleek and well built, but you couldn’t help but notice the tacky blinking lightbulbs that formed arrow shapes towards the entrance and the huge, spelled out name of the hotel.

Hazbin Hotel.

You stifled a laugh as you looked up at the signage.

“Well! We’re here!” Charlie announced, brandishing her arm forward and sweeping it in a ‘viola’ motion. Your eyes traveled over the expanse of the property, noticing how many windows lined every wall. Were there that many demons here?

You were answered nearly immediately when Charlie opened the door to the hotel and you found yourself in a nearly empty lobby. It was kind of sad, honestly. There was a cat-like bartender and a long-limbed pink demon splayed across the couch, but other than that…

The demon next to you scratched the back of her head, and gave you a light smile. She jerked her head towards the door as if inviting you, but to be fair you didn’t really have any choice but to go wherever she led you.

“Ooh, fresh meat,” The pink-ish demon with a striped top shot upright, eyeing you wryly with a cocked brow. He stood and took long strides forward, one pair of arms on his hips and the other crossed under his rather… voluptuous chest.

“Eyes up here, toots,” He snapped a finger, but when you met his eyes you could tell he was all jokes. You gave him a tight smile in response.

You heard the sound of quick steps and an already aggravated looking face appeared from the upper level, quickly descending the steps. You felt an ice-cold feeling of familiarity when you saw a gray-skinned, white haired angel—or, well, fallen angel at this point—stop in front of you. She apparently felt a similar feeling, though her response was much more rapidly aggressive. With a narrowed eye and tense shoulders, she manifested an angelic spear and held it at the ready. You tried to remove yourself from Charlie’s hold, desperate to be able to defend yourself even in your sorry state, but her protective grip held you fast against herself. You struggled only for a moment, but the exhaustion coursing through every vein stopped you. Man was she strong.

“What is someone like them doing here,” The other questioned in a hiss, her lips curled in a sneer. She eyed you up and down suspiciously, likely analyzing your capacity of harming anybody in the room. Admittedly you couldn’t blame her caution.

When your lips parted, planning to shoot an accusatory in retort, the tip of her spear shot to your lips, effectively shutting you up. There was a look in her eye, behind the rage and caution, that you somehow recognized as a silent plea. A plea for what? To stay quiet? Not state the obvious recognition you two shared? Did the others somehow not know she was an angel? Whatever it was, you obliged and swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Vaggie, please,” Charlie spoke in a tumble, rushing her free hand to press the point of ‘Vaggie’s weapon away from your face. “She’s practically one of us now. Don’t go threatening my new guests every time they walk through the door! We can’t scare them away…”

“Angels aren’t guests Charlie,” Vaggie’s voice seemed strained as she held pinched fingers on the bridge of her nose. “We literally just had an extermination.”

“I know,” Charlie pressed, the tone of her voice conveying some sort of desperate ‘just go with it and calm down.’ “But… obviously she was an outcast, unwanted by Heaven. Just like us, right?”

You furrowed your brows and looked at her through the corner of your eye, but decided not to fight for your dignity. She wasn’t even wrong.

Vaggie seemed easily defeated by Charlie’s words, yielding quickly to her words and putting her spear away. You briefly wondered where your own was. Charlie gave Vaggie a thankful smile, a light kiss on the cheek—to which the angel blushed—and led you carefully into a nearby room.

It seemed to be some type of medical room, and Charlie quickly got to work dragging a warm rag over the dried blood that left streaks down your skin. You grabbed her wrist, and she looked up at you, a little confused.

“I can wash myself, I’m not that useless,” You argued, using your other hand to pull at the rag.

“But, you can barely—”

“Charlie,” You said, more stern than you meant to, which you immediately regretted after the taken aback expression on her face. Considering you barely spoke a word since meeting her, it was no wonder she seemed surprised at your sudden brash tone. You tried to speak more gently. “Please, just let me wash myself off. I’ll need your help dressing my wounds, anyway, it’s the least I could do.”

She pondered for a moment, but nodded, smiled, and left you to it. She left the room with a quick ‘call me when you’re’ done, closing the door with a gentle click. You sighed, finally enjoying a moment of privacy. You looked at yourself in the mirror, a sick feeling churning in your stomach.

It was still you, staring back, but it somehow at the same time wasn’t. Golden streaks tainted your gray skin, crusts of blood still grabbing at the corners of your eye and matting your hair. You briefly brushed a hand through the strands, but promptly gave up after your fingers caught on multiple knots. You’d have to wash it out.

For now you focused on just wiping the blood and grime off of your skin, especially around the wounds. You were incredibly tender when you reached your back, elbow bent awkwardly over your face as you tried to reach the marred flesh. You tried positioning your arm under your armpit, hoping for a better angle, but it was still no use. Even when you managed to get close to the wound, every touch sent stinging pain down your back. On top of all that, you could barely see where you were dragging the damp cloth, neck struggling to crane enough to look in the mirror.

The door opened suddenly, and with it a sense of impending doom and static sensations encased you. You froze, eyes darting towards the entrance. Even though you knew exactly who would stand there, you still couldn’t help the sick surprise that twisted your gut.

Alastor stood in the entrance, eyes half open and brows raised as he examined you bent in so many awkward ways.

“How’s our new vulture doing,” He asked suddenly, eyes lighting up in an overly cheerful manner. He entered the room without much invitation, circling you. You felt like prey being stalked and toyed with by a wolf. Your eyes diligently followed until he took up a spot behind you. “Charlie got caught up in something, so she asked me to help you.”

You watched him in the mirror as he looked down at the torn flesh of your back, his long, clawed finger tapping at his chin while his other hand thrummed against the head of his cane.

“A ghastly sight you are,” He commented, meeting your gaze in the mirror. His hand pointed down at your back. “That wound of yours is rather unpleasant, too.”

You frowned and opened your mouth to shoot something back, though you didn’t know if you wanted to throw curses or insults back at him. Any words you may have said died on your tongue as the look in his eyes darkened, and his smile curled impossibly higher, more sinister.

He leaned down, positioning his head just next to yours, still meeting your eyes in the mirror. Every inch of proximity caused the prickling on your skin to increase, and the static in your ears to grow louder.

“Let’s patch you up, then!” He straightened himself out, walking towards a cabinet and quickly grabbing various tools from different shelves. “While I’m not in the business of playing doctor to someone like you, I can’t deny the Princess.” His voice seemed all too cheery for the rude words he spoke, and that smile on his face never faltered. You briefly thought about him referring to Charlie as “princess,” but quickly dismissed it. You’d think about it later—right now, you had to be ready to make a run for it in case that feeling of doom that loomed over you came to fruition.

Alastor approached you again with a small tray of medical supplies, and pulled thin gloves over his hands with a brief snap, saying something about the importance of being sanitary, but part of you wondered if he was just making more jabs at you regarding his disdain for angels.

Surprisingly he seemed to know what he was doing, working quickly with different types of wipes and stitches and gauze. He was being rougher than likely necessary, pretending to accidentally poke a claw into your open wound and pressing his tools far too firm against your sore skin. You bore it with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of putting you through a miserably painful half hour.

After it was finally over you drew out a long sigh and watched as he discarded the gloves and washed his hands. And washed his hands. And washed his hands. And… still he’s washing his hands. You began to wish you counted the seconds.

He turned to you after finally finishing up, shaking water off his hands. He didn’t seem to recognize that he was flicking droplets directly on you. If you weren’t in such a weak state and absolutely terrified of him, you probably would’ve made some effort to stop him, but now… you opted to let him get away with it. For now.

“Now, if that’s all…” He turned, waving a hand at you dismissively. “I’d prefer you keep out of my business from here on.”

No fucking problem, you agreed to yourself. He didn’t even have to ask. You couldn’t imagine bearing to be around him unless absolutely necessary. Though, in an effort to maintain pleasantries…

“Thanks, though,” You called, not trying to hide the hint of dislike in your tone. Your words made him stop, hand just barely hovering over the knob to the door. After a brief moment, his head turned slightly, just enough for him to look at you out of the corner of his eye.

Although it was brief, you saw a glint of what you assumed was malice in his eye as his lips twitched and curled, momentarily revealing the black of his gums. His face quickly returned to his regular facade of cheer. He opened the door, not saying anything in return, and quickly took his leave, slamming the door behind him.

You drug your hands down your eyes, looking at yourself once again in the mirror. Cleaner now, but still rough. You thought deeply about what your future here would be like, especially around Alastor. If he was truly Charlie’s right-hand-man, you doubted avoiding him would be easy, despite how desperately you wanted to.

Yeah. This is Hell.

#ohdeerfully #🐈‍⬛#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x you #charlie morningstar #alastor x reader platonic #platonic x reader #cutely adds one million tags #gore #tw: gore

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aihaitahm · 1 year

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BLADE IS THE ONLY THING ON MY MIND RN CAN U PLS DO MODERN AU BLADE ON A LATE NIGHT MOTORCYCLE RIDE WITH READER I WOULD ACRUALLY DIE

modern au! various with gn! reader

my anons love blade 🙏ples dont die 😿 but i do not blame you at all i also want to add other chars in it too hope u dont mind anon<3

characters: blade, kafka, alhaitham

cw: suggestive. also im not really a tech person im sorry if i dont kno much abt motorcycles😭

biker! blade

you knew your boyfriend rode motorcycles and are a fan of it. you often bought him equipment during special occassions and he appreciates you for that. you found it really hot whenever he wore his gear and how majestic he looks whenever he removes his helmet, revealing his pretty face. you guys may or may not have done it on his motorbike.

he would try to convince you to ride with him. if youre scared he’d try to calm you down and drive in short distances. he loves the feeling of your fingers hugging his waist and feeling your warmth against him.

if you knew how to ride motorcycles, he would be very impressed and have fun with you. wouldnt be able to stop staring as you remove your helmet from your cute face. you suggested to match equipment and helmets but he was like “thats cringy” as he was picking matching equipment in the store with his cheeks going bright red.

hungry? need a snack or two? well thats when you usually both go out on late nights. its very peaceful and enjoys these rides with you more than anything else in the world. or when he wants to bring you to see the beautiful view of the city for your late night dates, this is a common occurence.

“what snack should we buy? something on your mind bladie?”

“you.”

“s-stop being cheesy. the light went green and focus on the road.”

model! kafka

you are her biggest fan. her only biggest fan!!!! you always go to her runway shows and you support her so much. she enjoys seeing you in the crowd and would maybe wink at you if she had the chance.

loves the privacy between you both. kafka can get easily burnt out if she has to be out for too long and paparazzi always up her ass. she recharges with you and she finds peace in you. would just lay in bed with you all day.

whenever she gets interviews, she always has the habit to mention you and to thank you. she really loves you afterall so you deserve it. she also goes pink when she talks about you and it is very noticeable on tv.

“ah my (name) always supports me and i love them the most.~ you should support them too!”

you are her personal photographer and she loves how you picture her. whether it was a serious picture or funny cute picture of her, she notices how you have multiple background themes just of her. she would return the favor too yk! would model you lingerie in private.

loves to dress you up or put makeup on you. would sit on your lap as she does your eyeshadow properly would kiss you on the nose if you stay still<3

would invite you to go on trips with her and would pay for you if needed. she is your /sugar mommy girlfriend after all and she would buy anything for you. or if you cant go, the type to bring you gifts home.

gamer! alhaitham

sorry… very self indulgent but he would play videogames to pass time or if they have interesting plots or characters. the type to hyperanalyze and make theories about the plots and be absolutely reasonable with them.

since he is known to always have headphones on, he usually would just play videogame music. LOL what a nerdy feeble scholar but anyway, he likes to listen to those while reading sometimes.

the type to play shirtless all the time. he notices you stare and would let you stare. he would tease you a lot too.

“you see something you like?”

“use your words.”

he doesnt rage but he does cuss under his breath and just groan. hes naturally good at everything so why cant he do this puzzle? he would ask for your help because sometimes, he misses on small details focusing only on the obvious ones.

loves when you watch him play or when you play together. he likes spending time with you even if you can be bad at games. he has an excuse to teach you. the type to put his hands over yours when hes trying to demonstrate something to you. (this is so hot i actually squealed >_<)

wouldnt neglect you if you ask him for attention! would pause the game and kiss you then resume. likes to place you on his lap and rest his chin on your head or shoulder while he is playing.

has a schedule with his books, studies/work, gaming and of course you. he does go out when his friends ask him though he’d rather bring you along because he misses you easily.

#honkai star rail #genshin impact #genshin alhaitham #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham #hsr kafka #blade honkai #blade #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade honkai star rail

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harringtown · 2 years

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sung between the flesh and hope

im so sorry for the wait on this anon, but pls enjoy some ‘eddie doesn't think he deserves happiness and must be proven wrong’ fluff!!!!

requested by anonymous

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie dares the reader to flirt with some guy at a party & reader finds him sulking about it later (aka a head over heels eddie, a sprinkle of angst, crappy beer, and love confessions)

word count: 2k

warnings: alcohol mention and cursing

Considering how many shitty parties Eddie has been to, one would think he goes because he enjoys it. But Eddie hasn't met a single high school party he didn’t end up regretting. Tonight is no exception.

He squeezes his empty beer can with a fist and ignores the bite of aluminum against his palm. Sitting beside him on the porch swing is a half empty can where you were, just a few minutes ago, before Eddie opened his big stupid mouth.

He’s done a lot of stupid shit in his day, but this sets a new record. Bring in the record keepers, because Eddie Munson has managed, yet again, to dig himself even deeper into a hole.

He blames it partly on the shitty beer, partly on his own cowardice, and partly on you.

Which isn’t fair, and he knows it. But when he dares you to go talk to one of the soccer boys that’s been eyeballing you all night, and you take the challenge, sauntering away, laying the blame in your hands is easier.

If he weren’t so damn self-obsessed, he might notice the hurt twist to your expression or the almost defeated hunch to your shoulders as you get off the rusty porch swing and head for the crowded deck. But he doesn’t.

So, he forces himself off the swing and into the house to get another beer, forcing his eyes forward so he doesn’t have to see you as he passes.

He’s not sure what he expected. Maybe he’d dare you to chat up some jock, and you’d interrupt him to confess your undying affections. Maybe what he feels isn’t an isolated occurrence.

But this isn’t some fairy tale, and Eddie doesn’t get happy endings. That fact has never stopped him from wanting them, unfortunately.

When the outside throng pushes inside after the unofficial end of the beer pong tournament, and Eddie catches a glimpse of your profile, alongside that damn soccer boy, he places his metaphorical tail between his legs and slinks back outside. Someone shut out the main lights, leaving only a soft yellow bulb near the door that doesn’t illuminate much.

Indiana nights always have a bite, but Eddie has never minded.

Before he moved in with his uncle, and the evenings at home were battlegrounds, Eddie would slip up onto the trailer roof and let the cold wrap him up like protective gear. He liked to imagine it crystallizing over his skin like armor.

He does the same thing now. Lets the cold seep through his skin, down to his bones, and with each passing second, he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care what you do. Who you do it with.

Eddie may be a good liar, but he’s never been able to lie to himself.

Because the truth is that he loves you, and he has for a long time. Because he’s under no illusions about his own goodness. Because you deserve better, and he wants you to be happy, even if it isn’t with him. Because, because, because.

Eddie doesn’t realize a tear has fallen until it’s halfway down his cheek. He swipes it away angrily, digging his boots into the dirt and pushing back the porch swing. He lifts his feet and lets it rock, pretending the swing is carrying him away from Hawkins.

“There you are,” a familiar voice calls, footsteps creaking along the dim porch as you ease your way down the rotting steps and into the grass. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You lower down onto the swing next to him, body heat pulsing against his skin, and Eddie isn’t sure if he’s just drunk, or if you always smell this good.

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asks. “Because I sure as hell wasn’t in Todd Becker’s mouth.”

You recoil as if he’s slapped you. Shame cracks like a whip in Eddie’s gut.

“What the hell is your problem?” You ask.

Eddie stops the swing’s rocking with a hard stomp to the deck, and he leans back in his seat, letting his gaze drift toward. “I don’t have a problem.”

You scoff, twisting halfway toward him and drawing a leg up onto the seat. “Really? Because it looks like you’re sitting out here, sulking, while everyone else has fun.”

“Oh, am I boring you?” Eddie asks. “Go on, then. I’m sure Becker’s missing you.”

“Screw you,” you say. “Besides, you’re the one who told me to go talk to him. You don’t get to—to—” You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “—shame me.” You push to your feet. “I know that things have been hard after everything that happened in March. But I can’t help if you keep shutting me out.” You turn to walk away, and panic lights Eddie up like a circuit board.

He jumps up after you.

“Wait—” Eddie touches your arm. “Just wait.” You yank it away, and he jerks back, but instead of continuing to storm off, you turn to face him. You fold your arms tight over your chest like you’re erecting some forcefield between you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean that. You know I didn’t mean that. I just—” He jams his hands into his pockets. “I was an asshole. I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me—” His throat closes up, and traitorous tears brim in his eyes, but he doesn’t let them fall.

You frown. For a second, Eddie thinks you’re going to walk away, but instead, you let out a breath. The plume of white hangs over your face, and you don’t move until it disappears. Then you wrap your arms around him. And Eddie is so shocked he doesn’t know what to do.

Eventually, though, his brain turns back on, and he slips his arms around your waist. He buries his face in your hair and tightens his grip, and he notices, vaguely, how well you fit together. Like puzzle pieces.

Eddie isn’t sure how long you stay that way, holding each other in the dark, but if he could, he’d stay there forever.

When you do pull yourself out of his arms, you return to your seat on the porch swing. The invitation to join is unspoken.

Eddie’s legs don’t feel like his own as he drags them a few feet across the grass and sits down beside you.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” you ask. He can feel your gaze on the side of his face, but he’s not brave enough to meet it. “I swear to God, sometimes, I look over at you, and you’re a thousand miles away. The second you start to open up, you just… snap shut like one of those—” You open and close one hand, fingers outstretched. “Those funky plants. You know the ones”

“Venus fly trap?” Eddie asks.

“Yes,” you say. “You, Eddie Munson, are a Venus Fly Trap.” You lean back in the swing, and it rocks slightly. Eddie sits back, too.

“Why did you do it?” you ask eventually.

“Do what?”

“You know what,” you say, and Eddie does. Of course, he does. “Todd Becker.”

Eddie exhales. He shrugs his shoulders. “I can give you about a hundred reasons, sweetheart, but none of ‘em are any good.” It’s a half truth. He’s good at those.

You open your mouth and abruptly close it, like you’re changing gears.

“You can keep trying to push me away, but I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. You may piss me off sometimes, but I’d never—” You stop. Place your hand on top of his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie chews on his words, trying to string together something that actually makes sense. In the end, though, it isn’t him that speaks first, but you.

“The only reason I went over there was to… spite you,” you say. “I figured, you clearly don’t give a shit, so I might as well go for the bird brained jock, because at least he has the balls to admit what he wants.”

“What, and I don’t?” Eddie asks.

“No, you don’t,” you snap. Soften. Shake your head.

Eddie’s lips form the beginning of a protest, but before it’s out, you say, “Go ahead. Tell me. No more bullshit. What do you want, Eddie?”

What does he want? One thing. Only ever one thing, and it’s right in front of him, and if he could just reach out and take it, his world might change.

Eddie opens his mouth. The words are there, right on his tongue, just waiting for him to push them out, but he can’t. That voice in the back of his head, the one that tells him he doesn’t deserve it, is louder. It’s always louder.

He closes his mouth and looks away.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” You remove your hand from his, and a bone deep cold settles there in its absence. “You’re a good person, Eddie Munson, and I know that not a lot of people took the time to tell you that, but you are. And you can’t even see it.” You laugh, but there is no humor in it. It makes Eddie suppress a shiver. “You've got yourself so convinced that nobody could love you, you don’t even see that I—” You stop. “I just wish you could see it.”

Eddie feels like a live wire, buzzing with nerves. He fumbles with his tongue and loses. He’s perfected his false confidence after all these years, but then you come around, and it all falls away.

“Me too,” is what he ends up going with, which isn’t really a response at all, and he’s kicking himself for it before it’s all the way out of his mouth.

You tear your gaze away. “I know you think that you’re hard to love. But for what it’s worth, loving you is actually the easiest goddamn thing in the world.” Your shoulders sink. “I would know.”

It’s the last thing he truly expected to come out of your mouth, and it strips all of Eddie’s defenses away. He knows he’s probably looking at you like a deer-in-headlights.

“And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but—”

“No,” Eddie says, which isn’t what he intends to say, but his brain is working three times faster than his mouth.

Your brows furrow.

“I do,” he says. “I like you.” He swallows. “No. Screw that. I don’t like you. I love you, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t—”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“I know.”

“You know?”

You laugh, and say, “Of course I do. I’ve just been waiting for you to admit it.”

Eddie gapes at you. “You—that’s—“ He stammers, entirely ungraceful, but he can’t form words, or coherent thoughts, really.

“You know what to do next, right?”

“I…” Eddie frowns.

“Now, you kiss me.”

Eddie smiles. “I think I can handle that.”

And he can, so he does. And he’s terrified, terrified because this is real, because that makes it dangerous, but then your lips part against his, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, and for a second, all that fear disappears. He’s just kissing you, like he’s wanted to for years.

You give his hair a light tug, and a low noise rises from the back of Eddie’s throat, which he considers feeling embarrassed about, but it seems to please you, and you grip him by the shirt and draw him closer.

When you finally pull away, Eddie dips his forehead against yours, the only spot of warmth in the cold.

“So,” Eddie hums. “You’re saying you’re not into Todd Becker?”

You snort a laugh, and duck your chin against his shoulder, fingers curled around the hem of his tee.

“Shut up,” you say. Eddie shifts back, taking your face in his hands.

“Is that a dare?” he asks, cocking a brow.

“Because that went so well for you last time?”

“Nice try, love, but you already played your cards.” Eddie sits back, slipping an arm around your shoulder, drawing you into his side. “According to you, you love it.” Love me, he thinks, but he can’t say it, not yet.

“I do,” you say. And he believes you. And for right now, that’s good enough for him.

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1eoness · 1 year

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i literally cant stop thjnking abt joji ever since i got tickets to his concert so ... can i request an angst that's based on his song glimpse of us :') leon and reader are dating and all leon can think of is ada ( OR VICE VERSA IDEK )

okay flexing on me i see u anon.......... /stares condescendingly/ jk

and sure let me just put the song on repeat until i start convulsing and oh wow an actual title that is only mildly shitty? go me.

also, i received this request like probably over a month ago im sooo sorry about that TT

cw; angst, depressed re4remake!leon x gn!reader. shitty toxic relationship, super fucking short bc im uncreative.

blind glances

synopsis :

deep down, leon aches for his ex-girlfriend. you're the gauze of a heart that does not bleed for you. you're looking at him but his affection does not rouse at the sound of your name.

it's eating at him. he'll never escape the realization that even a lifetime of getting used to you won't ever amount to having a brief glimpse of ada wong.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

if guilt is a penalty then leon is a man for the guillotine. he wakes up beside you, warm skin on just skin when he reaches over to gently kiss you on the forehead for a love-empty greeting. does he like doing it?

no.

leon has a blurry count of how long it has been since he last felt the high of love.

he will never deny it. leon is a fool for tying tight strings for a woman that kissed him with lies but you just don't know anything. you don't know the raw care that lingers on ada's face, her stoic tendencies, her slender shoulders that carry the burden of a past he'll never know of. he's a fucking idiot for keeping scores with a bossy woman and finding love in her during a citywide bloodshed.

but because of the wrong of it all, shit, he felt the most human in the fucking world. leon deserving a healthy relationship after the incident in raccoon? bullshit, he doesn't deserve that; not when he's just going to end up hurting you with his pain. it won't ever change the fact that a part of him shudders at the sheer thought of ada.

and the naive look on your face will always remind him where it hurts.

during the first few weeks of trying to rehabilitate from a forsaken and true love, leon has already told you his issues and tendencies. you came with the guess that "it's most likely the trauma, leon.. you know i'm here. and let's hope ada is okay." and he nods quietly, kissing your cheek in mechanical reflex.

so you've had this discussion with him before—you were so open, so warm. but leon does not let himself relax around you. you're both a manifestation of his culpability and a cognitive drug to him— it drives him insane sometimes he cries at night and he doesn't even tell you why, just nuzzling into your skin and staining it wet with the depression that seeps in his nerves.

leon's never the smoker but you're a cigarette to him—he needs you when he feels like you're all he's got and he needs you to disconnect from a world that won't give him his ada back, even if it's just for a little while.

you wanted to be so mature but no, you're just a fucking human being as well. you desperately wanted to help leon but what if this is it? what if this is all you might be?

so, you both try to reconcile.

he's blind to the eager light in your eyes when you ramble about your day. he's smiling and playing with his straw while your words go from one ear out the other; because when he locks eyes with you he doesn't see you. he only sees a reflection of himself using you to his mending. and it's anything but your fault.

he somehow still has the audacity to feel some sort of affection towards you; but who will ever tell him he's just guilty and sympathetic? or, no. he just thinks that way.

is it possible? god, is it possible to care for someone you don't love? perhaps, but was that the care you needed?

you needed leon to care for you.

you wished ada was just here to whisk him away and maybe you wouldn't find yourself here. you know it, deep in your stomach. but you are bittersweet, you love to fucking convince yourself leon loves you. he loves you, doesn't he?

he felt like dying that night he saw your face drop when he opened his wallet to pay. he still had a picture of ada in his wallet. why was he so blind? why was he so careless?

...

"...i think i left the faucet open."

you utter begrudgingly after you stood up, calculating your share quickly and dumping it on the table with a rush. he stares at the table with horror gorging at his heart, watching his 'love' walk away from him with tear-blurring eyes. the faucet doesn't stop running when you reach the car. leon knew this, your heart was just too big for your own good.

you felt like a fool; you're the one trying to prove that leon loves you. how stupid does that fucking sound?

so later that night he's at home, inebriated out of his fucking mental while he's hunched over the sink. slightly sunken eyes stare back at him blurrily.

leon tries to rinse the guilt off his face but when he sees himself it's hard to even look—he doesn't know himself anymore, he's just the husk of a man that has his love taken away from him and stuffed in an abyss that stares back. and you don't have to guess which 'love' he's thinking of.

love. the word is so simply ridiculous, isn't it? one minute it's warm and gentle but it feels like a whole war when you try to conquer it. love always wins, it wins over him when he tries his fucking best to just be a better boyfriend for you.

it's like that one quote from that one book. "love is the only rational act."

what leon feels for you is right. he cares for you enough not to bring your hopes up anymore. he should just leave, but he doesn't want to abandon you. but what good is leon if he stays? if there was a god up there, leon pleas, tell me what to do to make it hurt less for them.

temptation is non-existent. his heart belonged to ada. ada ada ada. he's sorry but he can only think of her. even the name sounds right to him. it's a poisonous solace, the way his sombers connect with ada's.

he sleeps before you. you both stopped having the innocent intimacy before bed and now it's just restless individuals sharing the same comforters, desperately finding a warmth in the cold room you both soak in. it's so cold. you reach over to hold him. leon feels so cold.

it gnaws at your heart when you're constantly visualizing a scenario of him choosing whether to save you or ada if it ever came down to it. and you know who he would pick.

"..." leon turns over.

"bad dream?" he whispers but his voice is empty of projected care. but he still cares. he still fucking cares. but why should he?

you answer anyway.

"yeah."

you answer anyway because you still want to be wrapped in his safety. you find yourself pressed to his heart, the back of his hand on your head. soak in the comfort all you want,

but leon still feels cold.

#im eating fried rice while writing ths #MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM #leon kennedy angst

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miekasa · 1 year

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mie im so sorry i just keep sending you stuff i swear this will be the last onw for awhile

nanami, the handsome, but moreover, respectable and good man of the town, the owner of the bakery in the capital. every mom in town is literally pushing their daughters into his presence, just hoping that he might notice them. he doesn’t, though, as his greatest love in his current life was baking and taking care of his ancestral family business.

nanami who returns from a neighboring country after a year long apprenticeship and god… he’s even more skilled but also even more handsome; broader, taller and somehow even more charismatic. the knights believe that the rigorous curriculum he endured makes him a perfect candidate for you. you are both acquainted, through the countless times you had visited his bakery to have a taste of his town-renowned pastries. they’re so full and smooth, so obviously crafted with love and care. it’s nothing surprising though, as he’s so pleasant himself, the gentle and fleeting touches between you two when you visit him in the silent and dark hours of the early morning, away from the eyes of the court, always make you unusually bashful.

you think nothing of it until a knight hands you a list of the most eligible men in the country and abroad; accomplished and noble men alike, but at the bottom of the list lies nanami’s name. you must admit, he’s quite dear to you, and he would make a fine consort.

— doc dad levi anon

Hehehe. First of all, I’m sorry you sent this in literally MONTHS ago, and I let it rot in my drafts. Finally stumbling upon it again, and I would like us to consider: it’s Satoru, your head knight and personal advisor, who pushes for Kento to be a candidate. Kento is well-loved, strong, determined, skilled, and most importantly in Satoru’s eyes, seems to care for you, and not just the throne you sit upon.

Satoru also knows a thing or two about the elders of your cabinet, and when you give him a look when you see Kento’s name, Satoru does a terrible job of hiding his grin, “What, do you not approve?”

You frown, “That’s not the matter, and you know it, Satoru. He doesn’t deserve to deal with the council’s disapproval if I were to pick him. He has a life of his own, one that I will not uproot for trivial reasons, nor for you to entertain yourself by upsetting the elders.”

Satoru hums at your explanation, carefully taking the scroll from your hands and rolling it into his. He lets that smile creep back onto his lips when he eyes your furrowed brows, expertly flicking the end of the rolled paper in the middle of your forehead.

“You ought to be greedier, my princess,” Satoru chuckles, “And have a little faith in me. I was left in charge of your list of bachelors, but those old idiots approved of every name—I didn’t even have to make a case for him—I’d say it’s a sign! He’s quite handsome, don’t you think? Other princes are boring and desperate, plus think of all the fine sweets he could teach the kitchen staff to make!”

You should punish him for hitting you, but you can’t seem to care, only letting his words swarm your mind. So, you heed your advisor’s words, and luckily, Kento makes time for you, graciously allowing you to visit the following week, long before the bakery is to open for the day. You have to question him honestly, unable to drink the tea he’s brewed until you ask, “Did Satoru put you up to this? He can be protective and intimidating when he wants to be, but you needn’t fear if he’s threatened you. I’ll ensure you’re left alone, and I apologize on his behalf if he—”

You pause, only because you believe this is the first time you’ve heard the baker laugh. It’s light, warm, steady, even. You know Kento to flash an earnest smile from time to time, an enamored one when he’s teaching Yuuji a new technique that he masters quickly, a gentle one when feeding the birds stale crumbs—but true, ringing laughter is new to you.

“I was neither threatened, nor coerced, by Gojo,” Kento clarifies, reaching for a wooden jar of honey to his left, “He proposed the prospect to me a little over a year ago, and I informed him that I would be willing, so long as I had your mutual approval.”

“A year ago?”

Kento nods in confirmation, sweetening your tea to your liking before closing the jar, “He told me it would likely not come to this, but that your elders have been planning to arrange a contest for your hand, should you not choose a suitor within their preferred time frame.”

You nod slowly, grimacing slightly at the reminder—you know it’s only thanks to Satoru’s pestering, and quite frankly, frightening reputation, that they have not had you to take a husband by force. Still, it doesn’t explain why Satoru would be informing Kento of such sensitive information long before an official call for eligible bachelors.

“He is the one who arranged my apprenticeship, and who provided for Yuuji in my absence, but I accepted both of my own volition. Just as I have accepted the honor to court you, if you’ll have me,” Kento finishes stirring your tea before placing it carefully in front of you. When he looks up, he can see the steam of the hot water dancing in front of your face, swaying slightly when he speaks, “And I am prepared to fight for you hand, and your freedom, if it comes to it.”

#anonymous #i call it mastermind: 8k words / royal au / gojo has eyes everywhere / kento can knead more than dough w those arms amen #ok but hear me out: most everyone has no objection to kento but it does stick out that he's the only man without a royal lineage on the list #gojo keeps pushing that that's a non-factor (and actually a PLUS) but ur mi #*but ur military advisor suguru is not nearly as convinced. thinks a commoner would have even more reason to exploit you for your status #in short gojo thinks u should marry kento sweets and bread aside / suguru thinks u should marry another royal and boost both kingdoms' power #oh oh oh ive got it kento brings bread or something as a courting gift and one of suguru's proposed bachelors 100% poisons it to frame kento #bc he knew (and everyone knew) kento seemed to be favored over the other bachelors #and now suguru has reason to lock up kento; gojo thinks something fishy is going on; you just wanna see nanami #and megumi is lowkey just happy his dogs didnt have any bread this time 💀#or no wait maybe someone poisons kento's gifts but the dogs have it instead of u and they get sick and megumis like someones trying to kill #yes i WILL find a way to worm satoru into this!!!!! he will NAWT be left behind!!!!#nanami x reader

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 29

anon - reader giving steven little pats? he deserves them 😌💕 doing late night legos with him? LETTING HIM HOLD ONE OF THE PLUSHIES WHILE THEY TAKE A NAP TOGETHER?? 😩😩😩

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anon - Hey!! By any chance do you think you could have the boys comforting reader with a stomach migrane(basically really bad stomach pain that nothing really helps it and often can throw up wether from pain or just nausea) I have one and its prob gonna last a few days lol T-T

Feel free to deny or ignore this, no pressure what do ever!! :D

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anon - Love your baby scarab series!! Idk if Y/N gets sick anymore bc of the spider bite but it would be fun to imagine the boys freaking out when Y/N has a fever and is delirious lol

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A/N : funky time

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave requests!! and dont worry if you dont see yours for a while, if i havent answered it, that means im working on it.

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, sickness, mentions of violence. let me know if i missed anything

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you and steven were cleaning up from dinner, you and the guys haven’t talked more about why you distanced yourself for a couple days.

and like everyone has said, they understood.

you were drying the dishes while steven washed them.

“so what’s in the bag?” marc asks you, and you turn to face him in the window.

“just something i picked up” you respond, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.

“it’s dumb so don’t worry about it” you say quickly and set a now dry plate down to reach over to the next one.

“i’m sure it’s not” marc starts. “but you don’t have to show us if you don’t want to” he finishes and you smile to yourself.

it’s quiet for about a minute until jake speaks up. “so are you dating ese niño?” he asks and you cringe.

“no- maybe- i don’t know” you stutter, and jake chuckles.

“but you want to”

you don’t say anything, while you angrily dry the dishes.

“stop making that face, he’s just being a dick” marc tells you and you chuckle.

“still a hypocrite” you respond, earning a scoff from marc.

~~~

after finishing the dishes, you and steven were on the couch watching your favorite show while he asked you what was happening every five seconds.

it amazed you how dumb he could be sometimes.

only with non boomer things though, he was really smart otherwise.

you all had been so engaged in just watching tv, that you didn’t even notice khonshu perched on the top of the couch also watching.

you suddenly felt light headed, and sat up completely compared to being leaned up against steven, him looking to you in worry.

“you alright?” he asks, marc and jake suddenly focusing on you too.

“yeah.. i just feel weird all of a sudden” you say, and you take a few deep breaths before getting the chills.

you shiver and steven sits up properly so that he could try and figure out what was wrong.

“my head feels weird” you mutter, steven getting up to get you some medicine.

“i’ll be right back” he tells you right before he leaves.

you just feel out of place right now, for some reason.

like your body is trying to decide wether you’re sick or not.

you feel kind of sick, but not sick at all at the same time, frankly it was confusing.

steven came back with medicine and a thermometer, while you just stared at him with squinted eyes.

“why’s it so bright in here?“ you ask him, your own voice sounding loud in your ears.

“it’s.. not?” he starts, handing you the thermometer.

“under your tongue” he reminds you and you stick it in your mouth, under your tongue like steven told you.

you both waited for a couple minutes before you got bored and yanked it out of your mouth, seeing your temperature to be 104.7.

“oh shit i’m dead” you go completely limp, falling onto steven.

“wait wait wait- what?” he asks confused, taking the thermometer from you and panicking once he saw it.

“holy mother of god, are you okay?” he feels your head, it being way hotter than usual.

“fuck” he mutters and you gasp dramatically, sitting back up.

“steven said a no no word” you look to marc and jake who were eyeing you weirdly.

“guys- did you hear it?” you ask both of them and they nod with small smiles.

“yeah.. we heard it” marc mumbles and you start laughing.

“what just happened? did she take drugs?” steven asks, looking at your eyes for any sign of drug use.

“no, we would’ve noticed sooner” jake says.

“maybe it’s the spider bite” khonshu pipes up, making everyone look to him.

“it would make sense that it would protect her from sickness” he starts. “but she would still feel tired” he elaborates and steven nods.

“that makes sense, yeah?” he asks jake and marc, who both shrug.

you were still sitting up, squinting at the ceiling. “do you think khonshu has ever pecked somebody’s eyes out?” you ask steven, turning to face him.

“like in the birds?” you clarify and he looks at khonshu who was nodding.

“no- no he hasn’t” he shakes his head.

khonshu bangs his stick on the ground out of anger while you reach your hand out for the medicine steven brought you.

he opens the bottle and puts two pills in your hand, and shoves a bottle of water into your lap.

you scoff and open the water, sticking the pills in your mouth and swallowing them.

“i feel like i got hit by a car again” you mutter, steven looking to you in a panic.

“wait- again?!” he asks, and you nod, lifting up your shirt do that you could show him where the bruises were- since they were already healed.

“i got hit righttttt, here” you point to your ribs and put your shirt back down, ignoring the look that marc was giving you.

“and when was this?” marc says in his interrogator voice.

“ay ay ay..” jake shakes his head.

“it was when i stopped the robbers” you tell him excitedly.

“they reversed their car and then i got hit. nobody got it on camera though” you sigh disappointedly.

“good thing they didn’t otherwise you guys would’ve found out” you sigh.

the three of them just stare at you like you’re crazy.

“okay- but how did you not get some kind of infection?” marc asks and you hum in thought.

“my guy in the chair” you answer, earning a groan from marc.

“and who is your guy in the chair?”

“casper”

“of fucking course it’s casper”

“hey- everybody just chill the ‘f’ out” steven starts. “she’s fine now, just clearly not right in the head at the moment”

“i’m never right in the head” you glare at the floor.

“yes you are” steven says quickly and you smile to yourself.

“it’s almost just like she was when she was sick last time, we can handle it” steven says.

“but this time we have to make sure that khonshu doesn’t tell her she’s going to lay eggs” marc scoffs.

“yeah, she woke up later that night crying because she was seriously convinced she was going to lay eggs” steven replies, marc nodding along.

“i’m not fucking stupid, i know i don’t lay eggs” you speak up, and steven gives you a look.

“watch your language” steven murmurs, but you still hear it.

you just smile innocently at him and take a breath.

“shh” you shush him, and he scoffs. “you’re so loud” you cover your ears.

“do you think her abilities are acting up?” steven asks marc and jake.

“probably” “si” they both answer at the same time.

“y/n, darling” steven starts. “how can i help you?” he says in a quiet voice, as to not hurt you further.

you still heard him perfectly even though your hands are covering your ears.

“do i still have pop tarts here?” you ask and steven nods.

“can you please get some?” you ask again an get another nod.

steven gets up to get you pop tarts while your hearing calms down, not expecting what was next.

you sniff and smell marshmallows as steven gets back.

“thank you- and do you happen to have marshmallows here?” you question and steven shakes his head.

“i can smell marshmallows” you clarify, and marc makes a face.

“what? but we don’t even have any marshmallows here” he tells you and you shake your head.

“i know but they’re coming from-“ you look to khonshu.

“i knew you ate them” you tell the tall bird, and he shrugs.

“no i didn’t” he denies it and you wave him off.

“dude you literally smell like them” you start. “and that’s a compliment because you usually smell like a corpse” you chuckle to yourself while marc laughs at the insult.

“shut it, tiny spector” he grits out at you and you just laugh harder.

“yo, i can smell sand too” you notice and you see all three of the guys giving you weird looks.

“you can actually smell sand?” marc asks and you nod.

“there’s probably still some under the worms bed” jake suggests and steven scoffs.

you sit there for a minute while your sense of smell goes back down to its new normal, wonders which sense would be heightened next.

you rip open your bag of pop tarts, almost sending them flying across the room.

“god damnit” you mutter, steven chuckling at you.

“i will hit you” you threaten, angrily eating the pop tart.

“ooh so scary” marc says from the mirror on the coffee table.

you glare at him and flip him off before rolling your eyes.

“what would you like for supper tonight?” steven changes the subject.

you think about it for a second while chewing on your pop tart.

“‘m not hungry” you say, while taking another bite of your snack.

“you are literally eating a pop tart right now” marc points out and you shake your head.

“but after that im not hungry” you say.

“well, dinner is in a few hours so what do you want” jake cuts in and you hum in thought again.

“i know what she wants” jake says with a small smirk.

you look at him curiously as marc gives him a warning look.

“she wants casper, isn’t it obvious?” he chuckles and you gasp dramatically.

“why are you like this?” you ask, and jake snickers at you.

“you’re too easy”

“am not”

“are too”

“no-“

“you both need to shut up” marc says, and you glare and jake, to which he glares right back.

you just huff and look away from everyone, closing your eyes while you chew on your pop tart.

“why do you think nobody adopted me?” you ask suddenly, surprising even yourself with the sudden question.

“i mean i was in foster homes almost all my life, so how come nobody wanted me?” you expand the question.

“maybe they knew that we’d want you” marc speaks up, surprising you.

“they were idiots, but we’re glad you didn’t get adopted. if that sounds right, you know what i mean” he explains further and you snort.

“i didn’t think i was that bad as a kid” you tell them.

“you’re still a kid” marc reminds you and you scoff.

“am not”

“are too”

“am not”

“are too-“

“shut up, knobhead” steven directs it at marc and you chuckle.

“yeah shut up” you add on.

“you too, y/n” steven adds even further and you make a face.

you lean back into the couch and pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of one of them.

“are you cold?” steven asks and you nod, feeling him get up off the couch and shuffle stuff around in his closet.

you bring your head up when stevens back with one of his barely used sweaters in his arms.

“would you like to use this?” he asks and you nod, making grabby hands towards it.

steven chuckles and tosses it onto you, so that completely passed your hands and lands on your head.

you yank it off you and pat down your hair, it being a bit static-y.

steven comes and sits back down next to you, while you slide the sweater over your head.

once it was completely on, you leaned to the side so that your head was on stevens shoulder.

“is the medicine helping?” he asks you and you nod.

“that’s good” he says to himself. “are you tired?” another nod.

“get back to sleep, kid” marc speaks up, and you nod again tiredly, letting steven move you so that your laying your head in his lap.

marc and jake just observe as steven runs his fingers lightly through your hair, while you work on trying to fall asleep.

which happens pretty quick because of the medicine and the calming sensation of steven playing with your hair.

you were also very comfortable at the moment. stevens sweater was fairly large compared to your own, which was comforting since it felt like they were all just hugging you as you lay there.

“i’m glad she’s back” jake says almost right after you were asleep.

he could tell you were asleep by the way your breathing slowed and you unconsciously leaned deeper into steven, and also clutching his sweater in your hands.

“yeah, we are too” marc speaks for himself and steven.

~~~

steven didn’t mind letting you sleep on him for the hour that you did.

he found it calming after you’d been away for a while.

you eventually stirred awake, right around the time steven would make dinner.

although the three had switched a couple times to be closer to you, steven ended up being the one fronting when you woke up.

“feel better?” jake asks and you groggily nod as you sit up, now leaning against stevens arm.

he chuckles and taps your shoulder the best he can.

“you have to get up darling, i have to make supper” he tells you and you nod, sitting up completely and taking in a few deep breaths.

“i’ve decided that i’ll just make your favorite for you. as a ‘welcome back’” you both chuckle at his statement.

“if you want, you can set the table when you wake up completely” he tells you and you nod, and stretch as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.

~~~

you did end up setting the table, after you completely woke up of course.

you were both eating dinner now, just chatting about whatever.

“so who kissed first, you or casper?” steven asks calmly and you almost choke on your food.

“i’m not answering that” you say, taking a sip of your juice that steven had for you in his fridge.

“aw come on” he teases. “it’s cute”

“no it’s not” you cough, trying to get him to drop it.

“okay fine” he says and you let out a sigh of relief.

“thank god” you hear marc groan, making you chuckle.

“why do you even want to know so bad?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.

“because he’s a lip virgin, so he’s curious about what it’s like” marc answers for him and steven gives him an offended look.

“hey- i’m not.. i’m not a lip virgin” he cringes while you try your best to ignore both of them.

“yes you are”

steven stays quiet after that, deciding not to fuel the fire.

you’re surprised you hadn’t lost your appetite.

~~~

the night went by fast, you and steven cleaned up and now you were on the verge of passing out again, this time scrolling on tik tok while laying with steven in the bed.

“if you’re tired, you should turn that off” he advises and you reluctantly do as he said, tossing the phone to the ceiling and sticking it there with webs.

“don’t worry, it won’t fall” you say tiredly, while steven eyes it wearily.

“if you say so” he mutters, bringing you closer to him.

you wrap an arm around stevens chest, while your head rested in between his chin and his collarbone, and it was still comfortable for both of you.

“goodnight, kid” marc says and you just hum, already almost asleep again.

the three guys just engage in quiet conversation as well, until they all got tired too.

it was almost 11 when you fell asleep, and almost 12 when they did.

and you all stayed asleep, right?

~~~

wrong.

you woke up at two in the morning because you were bored.

well, that and your stomach hurt really bad. like someone was stabbing you.

you looked at web md on stevens phone and diagnosed yourself with stomach cramps.

so you carefully peeled yourself off steven to go get your bag that was discarded on the floor.

you reached into it and grabbed the legos you bought, the original purpose being a peace offering.

but now you were bored and awake so why not just build it on the coffee table.

and it would’ve all gone according to plan if steven hadn’t woken up.

“what on gods green earth are you doing?” he asks quietly, yet you still jump.

you stare at him for a second. “legos” is what you answer with and steven sits next you on the floor.

you were in a special position on the floor, for it made the nausea go away.

he picks up the box, and squints at the words to read it correctly.

“death star, huh?” he asks and you nod.

“3,803 pieces” you smile at him while he smiles back and gets up to get his glasses.

you know, because he’s a senior citizen.

he sits back down next to you, and you slide over the instructions, which were already about a third of the way done, so that he could see them.

“how’d you get this done so fast- how long have you been up?” he asks concerned.

you sheepishly smile at him and click more pieces into place.

“like a half hour” you say and he gives you a look from over the edge of his glasses.

“you need sleep” he tells you.

“so do you, grandpa” you deadpan and he smacks you in the arm lightly.

“what happened to you calling us ‘dad’?” he asks and you stop building the legos for a moment.

you don’t answer and just keep building them.

“don’t be embarrassed” steven continues and you sigh.

“i just.. i do see you guys as.. as my dads but it just- i’m not ready yet” you explain the best you can.

“that’s alright” steven assures you and you smile.

“you said ‘yet’, so that’s all that matters” he chuckles and you so the same.

steven debated on asking you a certain question, but decided against it to give you more time.

you guys built a lego death star until a bit past three in the morning.

you went back to bed after you were done, and slept in of course, but you couldn’t have been happier.

your weird sickness came and went as it pleased, certain abilities dialing up to more than eleven at certain moments.

but it was fine, because you had steven, jake, and marc.

and sometimes khonshu.

your dads and your angry grandpa.

your family.

~~~

A/N : almost to 30 chapters!!! thank you all for your support, you guys are lovely.

dont be afraid to leave requests!! see you in two days :) <3

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things-ford-pines-missed · 8 months

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weird science by oingo boingo (1985) and y2k! (1999/2000)

side note, if he HAD been around for y2k i firmly believe he would have been one of the people working behind the scenes to make sure it DIDN'T HAPPEN, and it would enrage him that everyone assumed it was just never a problem bc it took a lot of very smart people a lot of work to make sure nothing bad happened jan 1 2000

i am. a little bit passionate about y2k.

anon im so sorry both of those things have been posted before (y2k twice even) but i think your ask deserves to see the light of day . youre so right honestly

#not something ford missed #ask #mod ember

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soup-du-silence · 1 month

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tagged by @yeoroot!

Original: “If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!”

(It got changed to a tagging game so I pasted the original to keep track of the prompt) sorry the chain always ends with me asdkgffds i never know who to tag or whatever

I've been listening to I Lose Control by Teddy Swims on repeat lately because it's my "jamikali fuck codependent mental amv soundtrack" song--shut up i know we all do this. im no exception.

2. springboarding off of yeo: I DONT have 73 gigs of pics in my phone (haha holy shit) but my screencap folder does pretty much look exclusively like this because it took me ages to learn that i dont HAVE to screenshot pixiv doujin to translate it, i can just long press and select google lens. oops!

3. i have seven in-progress fic docs at the moment. i dont know if any of them will see the light of day. One feels...closeish? Like its more than 50% to completion and it feels dumb not to try to muscle through. One i want to finish soooooooo bad but i dont know if i'll be able to brute force my way through the technical stuff. One is self indulgent misery porn (and actual porn) that i dont know if id ever be comfortable posting---Everyone can do whatever they want forever, free of judgement....except me, of course. I deserve to be shamed out of being cringe. the rest are probably nothing going nowhere. i can only ever seem to make meaningful progress on them when im not supposed to be writing (at work, in social situations) and its low key agony!! If I get ONE done maybe the two-day post-posting positive reinforcement period will bolster my confidence enough to make some proper headway.

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ftmtftm · 10 months

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hi, I'm not very good at thinking deeply about things, so I'll have thoughts that, base level, seem logical, but i know theres issues with it if dug deeper into (im not good at that) so im wondering if you can share your ideas and perspective on this for me? I love your posts and respect your opinion and how well youre able to explain your thoughts.

so, firstly I'm a mlm trans man. I do not have any masculine environments where I am accepted (I do not "pass"). and by masculine I mean, stereotypical fishing beer cars 3n1 masculine. I also mean the energy of being a man in the most simple of stereotypical definitions (excluding the toxicity part). I usually only get accepted socially by fem people, or other trans men who are more feminine and into things I'm not(like drag and make up etc)(WHICH IS FINE. I love that stuff I'm just not personally that interested myself.) so I'm constantly just catching everyone else's wave in order to be social. now this is all my own issue that I'll work on etc. but I can't relate to a lot of feminine things and I constantly find myself just wishing I could be surrounded by other masculine men.

I'm finally at my point I think... so the other day I quickly typed up a post before thinking about it that said "I only want to be surrounded by manly men" as a light hearted joke. I immediately deleted it before even posting it bc I realized that many people would take that the wrong way and see that as a negative thing. but then I thought "anyone of any gender could write "i only want to be surrounded by women" and no one would think twice about it." it wouldn't be nearly as offensive to most people. or wouldn't be seen as being misogynistic. i thought that was unfair bc as a trans man I'm kind of expected to reject the masculine culture and be ashamed of that aspect. because masculinity is usually tied to being toxic and abusive. i don't know if any of this makes sense. I'm really not the smartest person in the world and I have a hard time talking and using the right words so I'm sorry if I misused any terms or anything.

You're all good anon, and honestly? I can empathize with that kind of feeling a lot. I've also had a lot of times where I just... Want To Be Around Men And Love Men Because There Is A Lot Of Beauty In Maleness And Masculinity !!!!! And I also really understand that feeling of social isolation you're kind of describing where it feels like you're really only accepted by people who are more feminine in one way or another and want to be around more masculine folks.

It's definitely hard and tricky trying to express that though. I wish we lived in a perfect world where when mlm, especially trans mlm, were able to just comfortably say "I want to be surrounded by masculine men" and have all of the nuances of that just.... be understood. So many people don't want to attempt to understand our nuances though because they have no concept of what healthy manhood or masculinity can look like, so they don't understand why it would or could be desirable to us.

I really do think that we can be the change we want to see in the world though! I think as trans mlm we're in a really unique position to truly show people what it can mean like to be masculine and love masculinity in healthy and kind ways. To live authentically in that way is genuinely beautiful I think. I know it is easier said than done but if people can't understand or accept your authentic and true self? Fuck them. Like, if they are someone you care about it's always an option to try to help them understand and that sort of situation is up to you to gauge, but you owe absolutely nothing to strangers on the internet.

If someone can't understand why a trans mlm would want to be surrounded by masculinity, or if they immediately jump to the worst bad faith understanding of that desire, they are genuinely not someone worth breaking your back over. You deserve to be open about and proud of your desires anon, especially in light hearted ways like that.

#asks #anon

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louisisalarrie · 2 months

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Hi! Yep, I keep cycling back to the whole why? Of this sorry situation. I agree with everything you’ve said about how there’s much better ways needed to promote him. We saw it, didn’t we? Football, music, how fabulous the fans are. And this overshadows all that. I saw some answers he gave to other questions yesterday- they were nuanced, interesting and showed him in a great light. But all of this??? I watched the interview again, and shouldn’t have, because a big part of me just wants to throw my my hands up and walk away. There’s got to be a better use of my time. I really like his music, but I don’t feel like I’m wanted or needed right now.

That promo we got could almost be classified as fan service. Don’t get me wrong, it was great and I love seeing that part of him, but… we didn’t get any articles in other regions about his LATAM promo? Nothing positive mentioned in the media about his fans or what he was up to… so, they pulled out the Larry card. They had it in their back pocket. And now, there’s a bunch of articles up about him to gain traction and extra promo, being tied to Larry and Harry’s name. So, while the LATAM promo was wonderful for us to see and he certainly enjoyed it, it didn’t give him widespread attention and there was no articles to encourage GP to focus their attention on him (im aware that there was LATAM media, but there was borderline nothing everywhere else).

If it’s any consolation anon, a lot of people have had the exact same reaction and feelings over the years. It’s okay to step off social media for a bit. It’s okay to become a casual fan and not engage with Larry. It’s okay to simply just read fanfics and go on with your day.

It’s okay to be upset with Louis. It’s okay to be upset with his team, the industry, antis, solos… it’s okay to feel like you feel about it all. Because that’s very valid and I hope him and his team realise how stupid this shit is for a bit of promo, because it genuinely alienates different parts of the fandom and makes people feel unwanted.

Hell, a few years back during one of the denials I felt like giving up. And I took a little break and just recalibrated and said to myself “fuck no, those boys have been closeted harshly and that’s not okay. even if they’re not together anymore, even if they were only together for a brief period of time, even if they were never together but both had closets, even if they’re still together now… they deserve justice for being so harshly treated by the big knobs in the industry and I wanna stand by them until they get their freedom, no matter what that looks like”. And so I came back, and idk…

It’s frustrating to see louis’ team fail him again and again, and frustrating to see Harry not have to deny Larry like Louis does. There’s so much frustrating stuff about Larry, but it’s a love story for the ages. They were just kids, and dealt with so much shit. I’ll take down Simon and everyone associated with the closeting of anyone in this industry with my bare hands if I have to.

please don’t feel unwanted though, I promise you you are wanted and loved and this fandom should be a safe community for you. im sorry louis’ promo comment hurt you, and you deserve better. we all do. love you and I trust you’ll handle this the best way you know how. xx

#anon #answered #louisisalarrie chats #so be it 2k24

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draxumain · 10 months

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hi! can i get a demon slayer match up with only human adult characters please (she/her pronouns) 🥺🫶 im a short bi w a male-lean w short, straight hair. my hobby is to read and play the piano! im an ambivert where i get really hyped up around close friends but am shy around strangers and need my alone time. id say im an overthinking perfectionist who gets overwhelmed by peoples expectations LMAOSJJSHS (currently working on not beating myself up for being mediocre 🙏) i get really passionate about my interests sometimes and i tend to share too much when anyone is willing to listen ☠️ also i love everything pink and cute! im hoping this isnt too much😭 and tysm!! i am absolutely in love with your writings 🫶🩷🩷

Hi anon! Don't worry you're not mediocre to me, here's your matchup hope ya like it! And tysm that means sm to me, I've only just started writing so I'm happy I'm doing something right! 🥹❤️

As usual not proofread so sorry!

For your match up im paring you up with...

Iguro Obanai

You're such a sweetheart and 100% scream Obanais type. Obanai is cool and down to earth, he's quite harsh with not only others but himself and he's not so happy to lucky either. so when he sees you, you absolutely light up his world.

Your shyness around him when you first meet him, made his heart skip a beat he couldn't understand how you'd lose your cool over talking to him but he found it a little cute. Just a little. A lot actually.

He's quite the perfectionist himself, he doesn't allow any himself slip ups whatsoever. And he hates those who slack off and don't bother so he admires that you strive to perfect things, however he wishes you could take it down a notch.

A lot of notches actually.

In his personal opnion he strongly believes everything you do is perfect there's not an ounce of imperfections you could do. But he's always there to sooth you and quiet those loud thoughts of yours.

He understands the curse of over thinking everything he doesn't want anything more then you to take it easy and relax you deserve such a minimum.

He likes spending some alone time with you just sitting and listening to you playing the piano is the best way to spend his day actually. The way your hands dance in the piano is so satisfying and the music you play is wonderful to his ears. Even if, you mess up the whole song up and misplace the notes, he'll always be your #1 hype man and tell you it was the greatest peice he's ever listened to.

The moment you mention you've had an eye on a book, he is immediately getting you it. Without a sending thought. He'll 100% go and read the same book you're reading.

Somehow when you're one the first chapter he's already 5 pages away from finishing.

This man's love language is gift giving so the minute you utter you love pink thing prepare for your room to be constantly filled with pink things gifted from him.

Weekly pink flowers he hand picked himself, pink socks, pink satin pillow, pink shoes, pink clothes, pink stuffed toy, pink water, pink air, pink-

Him being quiet 🤝🏾 you always talking about your interests. He's not much of a talker and is always more then happy to listen to you talk, he can listen to you for hours, days even if you let him. He always takes mental notes of the things you talk about so he can do some research on it later and impress you with his knowledge and so the both of you can converse happily.

Even if it's the most diabolical or confusing topic he'll go someway somehow get himself to understand every single thing, even learn more then you know. <3

Her Lady's notes:: I was actually contemplating between Obanai and Mitsuri, twas a tough pick!!

── ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌 ؛ 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

#── ﹫herladysrealm #hercupidsrealm🏹#hashira x reader #Obanai x reader #Obanai Iguro #Obanai x you #Obanai Headcannons #iguro obanai #Herladyswork

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superpositvecloudshipper · 1 year

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George karim x fem reader:

Confidence is key

Taglist: anon - green beetle(I'm sorry I couldn't find the emoji lmao)

(Reader works at the archives and George can't help but be entranced by her as he bumps into her there a lot and she is just so smart and pretty)

The first time you met George was not in a particularly romantic situation you both full on ran into each other at the archives you worked there as a ghost specialist identifying and classifying different ghosts to make it easier for agents. You didn't mean to run into him of course you both had your arms fill of books and couldn't see where you where going.

*Thwack*

Y/n's pov: whoever the hell I just ran into was now collapsed on top of me and they where quite heavy. "urgh please get off" you groaned

"sorry but why the hell were you not looking where you where going" said the person above you pushing them self up then reaching down to grab your hand and hoist you up aswell "me why weren't you looking where you where going" you retorted. As you looked towards them you tried not to blush it was a boy around your age with dark curly hair dark eyes and glasses he was quite obviously very pretty but you managed to keep your composure. "yeah I guess Im sorry I should have been more careful" he said with a surprisingly softer voice. "listen I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot how about we clean up this mess *you gesture to the books strewn everywhere* and then maybe we could exchange phone numbers" you say surprised by your own words but reminding yourself that confidence is key. "uh sure" he says gathering your books and passing them to you before picking up his own. "by the way my name is george karim what's yours?" "oh my name is y/n. Y/n y/l/n"

"ok y/n my phone number is *********** " "thank you kind George you say with a slight tease in your voice I shall look forward to seeing you some other time" you say grinning at him before hurrying of you can't be late you have a meeting in ten minutes

*a few days later*

George's pov:

It has been a few days ago since I had bumped into that beautiful girl her eyes sparkling and face glowing in the early morning light. I am not the kind of person to just fall in love but I think I may have done so. I just hope she calls soon its been a few days and I think lockwood and Lucy are getting freaked out by how much time I spend sitting staring at the phone. As if on que the phone rings breaking my train of thought I quickly spring up and bound over answering with a formal"lockwood and co George karim speaking how may I help you "" hey georgie it's y/n sorry I didn't call sooner I've been quite busy"my heart skips a beat before I reply "it's no problem y/n but truth be told I was worried u have the wrong number" "heh yeah just been bust with work I was wondering if you where free tomorrow at around lunchtime so we could meet up and I don't know hang out?" "sounds great y/n name a time and place" "uhhhh 11am at the library ok?" "it sounds wonderful see you then" I say grinning before we both hang up. "who was that 'georgie' " I turn around to see lockwood standing in the doorway smirking at me. "none of your buisnes 'locky' " I say smirking back at his now obvious scowl. " fine I guess you deserve this one" he says as I raise a eyebrow in confusion he begins yelling. "LUCY GEORGE GOT A DATE WITH THE CUTE GIRL AT THE LIBRARY!!!"

*Next day*

Y/n's pov:

I don't know why I'm so nervous it's not like this is a proper date I just couldn't help but notice how sparks seemed to fly when we spoke and how easy it was to just well be myself.

After arivving ten minutes early at the library I decide to sit at a desk overlooking the entrance so I would be able to spot him when he entered. After exactly ten minutes I saw him stroll through before looking around and grinning when he saw me wave from above. I quickly descended the stairs before walking over and greeting him "hiya Georgie"

"hey n/n" I blush at the nickname before offering my hand. "right this way" I say smiling at him only feeling slightly shy. I walked him back to my spot it was a very good one not where a lot of people sat but with access to all my favourite books and lots of room for writing and in this case a hopefully good place for a first date. "So um how have you been" I ask fingers shaking slightly. "he seems to notice as he enterlocks our fingers smiling back at me" I've been very well though I would have been better if I had seen you everyday" he's state's making me blush a darker shade of pink. "that's good a-anyway I thought we could maybe get to know each other a bit before heading to get Italian and then maybe walk around the park for a bit??" I hope he likes the idea I wouldn't want to do anything he likes but yet again he's smiling "I'd love that. As you know my name is George karim I am a agent for a small company called lockwood and co, I love researching here at the archives I have sight and touch but they aren't too strong, I am very invested in learning more about the problem at any given opportunity, I like cooking and when somethings bothering me I tend to stress clean my favourite beverage is tea or hot chocolate, I like pizza and doughnuts and I love cats. "" awesome I guess it's my turn now. " I say smiling because he seems like someone I will love getting along with." well my name is y/n y/l/n I work at the library identifying and classifying ghosts I have sight and listening but not very strong I mostly rely on touch. I love learning about the problem and I help bigger companies figure out how ghosts form and why they form. My favourite drink is f/b I love reading and writing but also going outside for walks. I'm definitely a cat/dog person I like pizza and and late night researching. " we talk for a little longer before going and eating pizza for lunch now we are walking in the park a hour before curfew as the sun begins setting painting the sky with beautiful pinks oranges and purples" so George I had a great time I really hope we can meet up again sometime" I say looking deeply into his eyes. "I had a wonderful time to I was wondering if maybe we could I'm I don't know kiss?" he said the last part in a small vice before looking away meaning he didn't see my features light up I quickly grasped his collar in one hand the other gently cupping his jaw as he looked back before softly connecting our lips. The kiss its self was soft gentle a little awkward and shy but still just amazing. As we pulled apart I rested my head on his chest before softly saying "I hope that was ok " he gently tilted my face back up to his reconnecting our lips as the last of the sun caught us with its full light illuminating us and bathing out bodies in a soft glow I hope this moment would never end as I closed my eyes and kissed back.

The end I hope you all enjoyed it if you want a part two comment pleas like and follow for more fics

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