#it's just my idiot rambling at midnight

[ozymoron]

i wake up at like 9 am after going to bed at 3 am expecting myself to be tired enough later to go to bed at a normal time but lo and behold its 3 am and im still fucking awake

[the-and-sign-anon]

Took about forty minutes to calm down from a panic attack caused by fireworks

I’m grateful for the blessings that come with where I live, but man do I hate being an American sometimes

[astraystayyh]

[1:14 a.m. valentine’s day]

nothing filled you with pride like seeing hyunjin on stage— he bloomed under the spotlight like a flower whose petals only unfurled under the caress of the sun.

yet, a bit selfishly, it is in moments like these that you liked him the most. bare faced, cheek slightly squished against your pillow, his black wispy bangs falling upon his eyes, ones you delicately remove from his eyesight each time, as you are doing now, tucking some strands of it behind the curve of his ear. he responds by wrapping his fingers around your wrist and bringing your hand to his mouth, brushing your fingertips against his lips slightly— the softest to the touch, before bestowing a kiss on each one of them, his eyes never leaving yours.

it is in moments like these that you liked hyunjin the most, when he didnt feel the need to perform for anyone, where he existed in his most natural state, and where he chose to love you, so much, in it.

“aren’t you sleepy?” you ask softly, voice barely above a whisper. you’d do anything to preserve the quiet, barricade the door to the outside world with all your might if you had to.

“no,” he replies, just as softly, his hand falling to rest upon your cheek. “are you?”

“no,” you echo, as a traitorous yawn overtakes your lips. he giggles sweetly, head tipped back, as if his entire being needed to translate the happiness in his heart.

“liar,” he grins, pecking your nose tenderly, “you should sleep.”

“but it’s valentine’s day.”

“isn’t it tomorrow?”

“it’s already past midnight,” you point out and he hums, licking his lips slowly. the gesture brings you to his mouth, and a tiktok you saw earlier crosses your mind. hyunjin spots the mischievous glint in your eyes before you speak.

“i saw a good valentine’s makeup earlier,” you say, pointer finger gently tracing the contours of his face. “want me to try it on you?”

“right now?”

“it’s easy, and you’re not sleepy.”

“but you are,” he pouts and you giggle, kissing his frown away— it dissolves like sugar in tea from your warmth.

“i wanna stay up with you. hold on,” you quickly leave the bed and hyunjin whines immediately, flailing his arms in the air as he calls out for you.

“i’ve literally–“ you words are muffled as he brings you to his chest immediately upon your return, “-being gone for five seconds.”

“five seconds too long,” he mumbles against your neck, you let out a strangled squeal. “baby i cant breathe,” you heave and he lets you go, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he cradles your face, moving it from left to right.

“are you okay? can you breathe fine? should i perform CPR?” he rambles dramatically, voice growing high-pitched with each frantic question. you dont have time to answer before he crashes his lips on yours, taking your breath away once again, for an entirely different reason.

“is the CPR working?” he whispers against your mouth, a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“idiot,” you giggle, pulling away from him, painstakingly, your lips refusing to part from his.

“so,” you finally clear your throat, sitting crisscrossed atop the covers. he follows suit, your knees bumping into one another. “the valentine’s makeup is just kisses all over your face, with lipstick. it’s a trend on tiktok, we can film it too…” you trail out, fully aware of his aversion to trends on that app.

“sure.”

“just like that?”

“what my baby wants my baby gets,” he grins, “please proceed.”

“yes mr. hwang, thank you mr. hwang,” you snort, unscrewing the cap of your lipstick. you apply a coat of the vibrant red to your lips, making sure to go over your cupid bow. hyunjin’s eyes never leave your figure. he leans in to kiss you as soon as you’re done.

“not yet!” you yelp, avoiding his kiss and his eyes grow so wide they start to resemble a full moon.

“i didn’t know this trend had rules,” a frown takes over his face and you giggle, running your thumb softly over the curve of his eyebrows.

“patience, baby,” you set up your phone, pressing record before handing it to hyunjin. he grabs it from you, a string of complaints falling from his lips. “can we go back to you rejecting my kiss, i actually cant believe you did that, i think that’s against the law–“ a soft kiss lands on hyunjin’s lips and he closes his eyes promptly, sighing into your mouth in relief. he quiets down, any sight of (dramatic) discomfort gone from his face.

“there,” you smile, before pressing a kiss to his cheek, it is a lingering one, trickled with a smile that does not want to leave your face, nor hyunjin’s, who’s grinning like a fool at the camera, a glazed sheen coating his eyes. next is his temple, then his nose, the tender skin beneath his eyes and the high of his cheekbones. kiss after kiss after kiss, imprint after imprint after imprint.

it is not your first time kissing hyunjin, far from your last, but there are still giddy giggles escaping your lips, making your teeth clash against his skin, making his eyes turn to moon crescents, ones the sky must be secretly jealous of.

you place a fleeting kiss on his chin, moving upwards to the corner of his mouth, then finally, what your hearts have been aching for, his lips, sweet like sugar as they meet yours, waves of love crashing into one another. the kiss deepens, as your hand runs through his hair, and he suddenly drops the phone, no longer caring about filming.

he grabs your jaw, angling it closer so he’d press your lips onto yours more deeply, and yet the kiss remains as soft, perhaps because it isn’t stringed along by lust, but by a tenderness that only manifests at 1 a.m. when you refuse to sleep because it’ll lead you away from hyunjin.

“you look so cute,” you whisper, as you finally part, your hands finding his jaw instantly.

“thanks to you,” his voice is silky as it drapes across your soul. your eyes soften, your hold on his face faltering. he is yours to love, under the shining light and the dim one. yours.

“happy valentine’s day, my angel,” he tilts his head to bestow a tender kiss on your palm. “thank you for loving me today too.”

“no, thank you for being so easy to love.”

[cntloup]

one-night stand your first date :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Hey!” you greet him with a welcoming smile, your gaze lingering on his scar-adorned features and his mysteriously alluring eyes, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. 

“Hey...” he responds, holding your riveted glare as if you’re the most enchanting soul to ever walk the earth. 

(you both just stand there like idiots staring at each other with heart eyes for a good few minutes) 

He called you to say he’s gonna take you to the pub with his mates. 

He didn’t even ask you, only told you to message him the address and that he’s gonna pick you up. 

(what a freak! I love him!! and yes he takes you to meet the lads on your first date because they're the closest thing to a family he's got so he wants you to meet them asap and he's already planned your wedding in his mind!!) 

“Umm... these are for you!” he mumbles, holding out the bouquet of flowers he got you, his unwavering stare still fixated on you. 

(he asked Gaz what to get you and he said the simple old-fashioned flowers are the best way to go)

“Oh! These are beautiful! Thank you so much!” you exclaim, almost tearing up as you take the flowers with a grateful nod.

(spending a good few more minutes staring at the flowers while sobbing, the poor lad thinks he did something wrong!) 

“Fuck! Sorry! I love them! Thank you... again!” you ramble and chuckle nervously while furiously wiping your tears with your sleeve and turn back to go inside and put the flowers in a vase. 

“So? Where to?” you ask excitedly when you walk back to the door, “To the pub. Near my place. About 20 minutes from here.” he states matter of factly, yet somehow it sounds intriguing. Maybe it’s just his voice that makes everything sound so... so... (idk man his voice just does something to me) 

He leads you to his car, a Range Rover Velar, suitable for a guy like him; it holds an intimidating and mysterious aura paired with a rough and tough attitude, yet maintaining a sense of style, captivating. 

He opens the door for you and the moment you step inside, a mixed aroma of whiskey and leather reaches your nose, intoxicating. 

He lets you pick the songs during the whole drive and sing along off-key while he chuckles at you, surprisingly not annoyed one bit. On the contrary, his heart might just burst out of his chest. 

Once you arrive at the pub, he has his hand on the small of your back, leading you to their usual cozy spot. 

You take a seat in the far corner of the booth and he sits beside you, resting his arm on the back of the chair behind your head and leaning closer to you to introduce everyone through the loud music. 

The faint smell of pine, bourbon and tobacco takes over your senses, the low timbre of his voice and the soft brush of his fingers on the back of your neck, already making your head cloudy and your heart flutter. 

As night carries on, you can feel the warmth in your heart turn into seething flames, engulfing your soul as he shifts closer and closer to you, his arm now wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

His head is turned towards you all throughout the night, occasionally making sarcastic remarks and smiling proudly as you laugh, your beautiful laugh making him adore you even more if that’s even possible. 

He takes you back home before midnight, his paranoia creeping up on him out of nowhere and cursing himself for endangering your life even though nothing even remotely dangerous has occurred. 

He kisses you at your doorstep, his kiss so sweet and tender, melting your heart right at the spot. 

“Good night, dove.” he murmurs while softly caressing your cheek, “G’night, Si.” you whisper back with a hazy smile as if in a trance, absolutely smitten, bewitched even. 

He stays by your door and asks you to text him when you’re inside. 

He stays a few more minutes after you text, observing the surroundings to make sure no one has followed you. 

And he leaves with a newfound emotion enfolding him, reviving his cold, dead heart as he thought it was. 

[waynes-multiverse]

hello ! hope your having a great day, wanted to ask your thoughts (maybe a dirty drabble??) on Soldier Boy or Beau having an s/o that is artistic or draws/paints a lot? 👀 Currently working on pieces for my uni and in dire need of motivation to get it done😭 anyways i love all your work !!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

A/N: What a fun idea! Couldn't resist to write both of 'em, so I hope those two idiots bring you enough motivation 🎨💪😂

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Artist!Reader // Soldier Boy x Artist!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, super light smut, tons of fluff, SB typical behavior, crack

Word Count: 1.1k

Main Masterlist || Dirty Drabbles Masterlist

French Boys

Beau Arlen:

As his car stopped in front of your house, Beau could see the lights still burning brightly in the garage, knowing you were still hard at work.

“Hey,” he greeted you as he stood by the door, watching you with a warm smile.

Your gaze drifted from your canvas to him with a smile before spying the brown paper bag in his hand.

“Brought you something. Figured you were gonna burn the midnight oil and needed some fuel,” he said with a knowing smile.

“You’re a godsend,” you said with a happy sigh and took the bag from him, inhaling the smell of its delicious contents. “I’m sorry I’ve been locked up here so much. It’s just… I’m really nervous about the gallery opening this weekend, and it’s stressing me the fuck out and–,” you rambled before you were stopped by his large palms on your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed you, chuckling, and pecked your hairline sweetly. “I get it. You’re gonna do great, alright? Amazing, in fact.”

You let out a deep, calming breath and smiled up at him. How did you deserve such a good man? And where the hell have you found him?

“I love you,” you said and draped your arms around him, crashing your lips against his and entangling him in a searing kiss that showed your gratitude. But as you pulled back, your eyes widened in shock. You clasped your mouth.

“What?” Beau looked at you confused before he caught your gaze locked on his shoulders and saw the red-painted handprints on his jeans jacket.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped, embarrassed. You’d been working with paint everywhere all day. Of course it was all over you at this point.

To your surprise, though, Beau broke into loud laughter and shook his head at you. “Honey, it’s okay,” he told you before his freckled face was overtaken by a mischievous look. “In fact…”

He leaned over to one of your paint cans and dipped his finger inside a white one before booping your nose. You could feel a wet, cold blob on your tip as you gaped at him.

“You did not just do that.” You were speechless, but his playful laugh was contagious and intoxicating.

“Oh, it’s so on,” you announced and dunked your hand in a shade of blue, splattering it graciously on him.

“Oh yeah? Hope you’re ready ‘cause this means war, darlin’,” he countered with a wide grin, his hands finding green and yellow.

He chased you through the garage until he caged you in his arms, your mouth erupting with giggles until he filled it with kisses. Paint was everywhere, your clothes soaked and his beard and hair sprinkled like a cupcake.

“We’re never gonna get clean again,” you noted through giggles, looking at the beautiful mess in front of you as you brushed your fingers through his locks.

Beau lifted you up on your workbench, your legs locking around his waist. He kissed you deeply, feeling his excitement growing between your thighs.

“Guess we’ll just have to stay dirty then,” he said with a smirk and claimed your lips.

Soldier Boy:

You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, your eyes flickering between the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and your sketch pad in your hands.

Your concentration, however, was broken when a loud thud echoed off the walls and almost shattered the coffee table in a thousand pieces, sending the bowl of fruit flying across the room.

Your eyes lifted from your sketch pad and to your boyfriend in front of you, propped up with one muscular leg on the small table, elbow resting on his thigh with a bulging biceps and a painfully hard cock.

Annoyed, you huffed a sigh but weren’t surprised. You had been working on your assignment all day and wondered when your needy-ass, attention-seeking supe boyfriend would get bored with watching TV and smoking weed in your room.

“Ben, what the hell are you doing?” You looked up at him and saw the broad and proud smirk on his freckled face.

Cocksure didn’t even do him justice.

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Figured I’d give you something better to draw than a fucking boring-ass banana.”

“Uhm… that is so sweet and considerate of you. But I really need to draw fruit this week. That’s the assignment,” you said wryly before pushing him out of the way.

Well, as best as you could. He was a supe after all, but he budged and bent to your movement.

Pursing his lips, he threw his arms up in upset. “Oh, really? And what the fuck is all this shit, huh?”

Dramatically, he tossed one of your art maps on the table and crossed his arms over his broad chest, waiting for an explanation. As you peeked at the scattered sketches of naked men (and women), you knew what this was about.

You rolled your eyes back with a deep sigh. Of course he snooped through your stuff when you left him unsupervised in your room. “Ben, I told you already. We were drawing human models last month.”

“You never fucking said they were naked!” he argued, his deep voice trembling with jealousy and fury. “So, what? You’re just off, drawing cocks all day at that art school of yours?! I won’t fucking allow it, Y/N!”

You stifled a snort and tried to remain calm. He was honestly cute when he was greener than his suit. “Honey, you don’t have to be jealous. You know I love you... and your giant-ass dick.”

Biting the insides of his cheeks, he blushed slightly as he calmed down. “Yeah, well, you fucking better. ‘Sides, I’m not jealous. My cock’s way better than whatever those crooked-ass dicks are. Can’t even see them without a fucking magnifying glass…”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you feigned your agreement and hid your amused smile, nodding heavily. You stood up from the couch and locked your arms around his broad shoulders. You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him passionately until all his worries faded. His dick twitched between your legs. “You know, sometimes I’m surprised how you don’t explode with that giant ego of yours, welling from every pore.”

“Oh, you want me to explode?” Ben looked challengingly at you, smirking. “I can arrange that. In fact, how about I make you my fucking canvas and splatter my paint all over you, huh?”

“Ben, what–…” You burst into laughter, which was swiftly turned into a giggling shriek of protest as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.

What do you guys think? Which mess was harder to clean in the aftermath? 😂💚

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[astralnymphh]

patterned palmistry ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x witch!reader headcanons/scenarios ༻ ☽𖤐☾

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

an: being the witchy little gremlin i am i just had to throw some hcs together for myself but ofc i'd share them here🙄ive been practicing witchcraft since i was 15 so it felt fitting to incorporate it whenever i brace my delusions at the bootycrack of midnight that r all abt ellie 💀 regardless this def isnt gonna be my only witchy hcs post i just didnt wanna spoil all my ideas right away <3 tags: MDNI, slight nsfw (no detailed smut), boob jokes, witchcraft (obv), tarot, palm reading, mostly convos, flirting, not mentioned in the writing but u 2 r alrdy dating, playful bickering, more natural casual writing with some bigger words, no specific religion tied to the practice, generally a fluff piece, lowk cute moments. °________________________⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆__________________________°

I. ☆ ellie definitely had a peak in curiosity the first time you mentioned you immerse yourself in the world of the craft, her ears perked figuratively and were tuned in to learn what that entails. she may not forfeit a nip of skepticism right away but she's more than happy to engross herself in the idea of it. you'd stay up till first light rambling on about the 'rituals', 'divination', the history tied to it and why you practice it. you'd be lying in bed adjacent to her, heavenward to the ceiling, but interwoven in a warm and loving cuddle with her palm residing on your lap whilst you chatted.

"mmmmh-" ellie's hum churns 'round your bedroom, "so that's why you collect rocks."

"crystals."

"same thing," she drones an inwardly giggle, "which crystal will give me superpowers?" a witty remark springs from her tongue.

"babe.." you pout, acting offended yet none is taken.

"didn't mean it like that, y'know I believe you, it's all just new to me." ellie tapes an assuring kiss to your temple, "tell me about your favorite crystals, hmm?" 

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II. ☆ now because of this, anytime you're out on patrol and delight the opportunity of scavenging, she always keeps in mind to find you flowers, rocks, unused candles and other oddities of nature.

"hey babe! I found a black candle for'ya." ellie bolstered a long glass cylinder filled with an opaque charcoal wax, wick still intact, "and- ..some wild lavender." her other arm swings from behind her back, twines of dusty purple lavender upheld in a pinch.

"fuck yeah, needed this stuff.." you graciously tweak the lavender from her, whiffing up its poignant scent.

"always on the lookout.." her voice resembles her proud countenance outwards, essentially, a dorky smirk.

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III. ☆ obviously, the second you mentioned the art of tarot to her, she begged for a reading. whenever a card flew from your shuffling motions, she'd patiently wait for you to place it before her and then she'd swipe it up and admire the art piece detailing the cardstock.

"whew! look at the boobs on this one!" 

"oh- my god, of course you'd point that out." you snatch the card from her, shamelessly ogling the nude depiction that had her attention.

"you're looking at them too!"

"cuz' you said something 'bout it!" you flick the card towards her face, noting, "those are some nice boobs though." 

"why thank you~" 

"wasn't talking about you, idiot!" 

"eh, but.. urs' are the best." her hoarse tone binds a nonchalant flirtiness in its rumble.

"oh really? should we compare the.. four?"

that really stole her attention.

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IV. ☆ the first time you entertained her with a palm reading, it had her all dappy and touched to the essence at the paltry contact you made with her hand. your fingerprints drafting her calloused palms with such a gentle focus on every river lining her hand. she just wanted to smother you with kisses.

"and… this is your heart line." your finger hovers the crevice of her palm-pads stretching from index to pinkie, "ah.. it's a broken one.."

"is that.. bad?" her juniper eyes study your expression meticulously.

"it just means u're closed off, stubborn, have some emotional trauma.. stuff like that." you mindlessly fiddle with her fingers, "lines can change though, so.."

she nods, taking in the insight. she licks her slightly chapped lips clean, "am I stubborn?" her voice rises partially an octave, bending playfulness in her question.

"mm.. no."

"why'd you hesitate?"

"well- the only times ur' stubborn is refusing to let go whenever you hug me- ur' a life-size sloth!" 

"I like huggin' you though." a puppy pout frowns on her lips, "you're like a pillow!"

and oh, how your heart capers a beat, "is that all I am, williams?"

her swift speech conjuncts, "whaddid' I say about that name?!"

"I don't know, I think you like it." 

"nuh-uh I don't!"

you pepper a haste kiss to her knuckles still forcepped in your clasp, totally deterring the crime you've just committed when a half impish half taken aback smile creaks her lips.

"c'mere." vaults from her tongue before she lunges her body forward and tackles you in a saucy position riddled with love bites. guess you'll be reading her palms in a different way tonight.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ V. ☆ an bonus hc, you'd totally mention out of the void about her tattoo n the mystic meanings surrounding moths, like, its for sure one of the topics you'll ramble about one night cause you just feel so wise for knowing. "y'know, moths play a pretty large role in the metaphysical world." "really? i mean, i knew they had some kind of.. 'symbolism' to them-" ellie's hand rolls over the knoll of her forearm, reading the bumps glamoured in that beautiful inking. "yeah, like- luna moths represent transformation, renewal.. oh! and death-head moths are an omen of death.. an- and black witch moths mean either good luck, or bad-" ellie is amused at your prattle shown by her raspy giggles, legitimately having to conceal her scrunched face. "what?" "nothin' you- you're just so cute." "stop.." the embarrassment catches up to you, now having to hide your face to the shadows beneath your hands. her finger cranes out to hook and uncover your nerdy grin, assuring, "never stop tellin' me bout this stuff, ok babe?" a wide delighted beam syncs on her cheeks. goddess above, her dimples and nasal lines are to die for. ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

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in general; she's a curious dork n will ask you oh so many questions, i mean, she loves space and a futuristic sci-fi comic for crying out loud, she's alrdy so imaginative so ofc she'd be open to a realistic amount. she'd also be so respectful and helpful n defend ur practice with so much love. maybe she'd pick up some little traditions and customs like folding letters a specific amount of times, drawing little pentacles, mixing liquid in specific directions, just the simple things that grow on her.

[mimisempai]

I realized something beautiful today. We've seen so many theories, so much analysis of Aziraphale and Crowley and their relationship. Sometimes making us feel really bad for them. They're all different because we all have our own ways of seeing things and life. I agree with some theories or analyses and others not. I don't care that they stopped time during their kiss, that they changed bodies (I don't want to believe in the theory that Maggie isn't real, I love her too much for that), I don't care if Aziraphale went his own way because of various psychological factors or because Metatron threatened Crowley's life. But in the end, what comes out? The ultimate purpose. We all want them to be happy. Happy individually and together. And honestly, that's probably the best thing that can happen in a fandom. To love your characters so much that you give everything you've got to make them happy, just in your imagination.

Don't mind me, it's just midnight and I am rambling.

Here if my rambling makes no sens have some happy ineffable idiots in loves who are the only one who are not aware of it...

[hardbeingcasual]

king of my heart ✦ ethan landry

summary: Ethan Landry as Spider-Man.

warnings: just fluff !

NOTES! i enjoyed writing the other one a lot, so i might just make it a series !!!! sorry for not writing for ages I’ve been lazy

series masterlist / masterlist

♪ king of my heart by taylor swift

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After patching him up, he’s out your window and on your fire escape, swinging his webs through the streets again. Gone without a trace.

Even when you sleep that night, your mind wandered to who he is. Maybe you know him. Hell, he could even be one of your friends, but you wouldn’t know because of that stupid mask.

And it bugged you every day. It even disturbed you and your schoolwork sometimes, you’d be zoning out in class and suddenly you’ve missed everything.

You sometimes wondered if he considered you as a friend or just someone who patches his wounds.

The routine was never ending. You’d patch him up, and he’d be out the window again in no time. Not sparing a last glance at you. Your mind always wandered to him, you were curious if all his thoughts were replaced with you. Like your thoughts were with him.

The night after, you done your usual: waiting for the tap at your window.

Your body sprawled out on your bed as you waited, slowly starting to get bored as you wait. Soon enough, midnight comes upon you, your eyes slowly starting to close, ready to shut your body off for the night.

Until, you hear that noise, he was here, at your window. Your body jolts from the almost slumber.

You get out of your bed, your bones cracking as you get out the position you’ve been in for hours now. You make your way to your bedroom window, cracking open the blinds and seeing the devil himself — Spider-man.

You open the window, he was leaned against your window as he stood there like an idiot on your fire escape.

“Its a bit late don’t you think?” You raise an eyebrow.

Spider-Man shrugs, “I lost track of time.”

You move out the way, nodding your head to tell him to come in.

“You have no limp, are you even hurt?” You query.

“No,” He seemed hesitant at first, but honestly you couldn’t tell because of him being masked. “I wanted to see you.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, just to check on you, you know how dangerous the streets of New York can be.”

“Thats true, but I don’t think I’ll be in harm, I don’t do anything to offend anyone.”

“Is that a dig at me?”

“Perhaps.”

“Ouch, that hurts.” He fake winces.

“Want me to patch you up?” You sarcastically smile, walking through to your living room / kitchen area.

“Are you alone in here?” He asks as he follows you, his eyes tracing around the place and he notices the silence in the apartment.

“My parents are on some trip, it is irrelevant.”

“So technically you could be in danger, a teenage girl home alone in new york. It wasn’t good for Kevin.”

“Did you just bring Home Alone into this?”

There was a pause, before he speaks again, “…No?”

You almost smile at that, but you decided to conceal it. “So, Spider-Man, why are you really here?”

“I told you, to check on you.”

“Are we even friends?” You replied, leaning against the counter in your kitchen as he stood there awkwardly.

“We can be.”

“Hm.” You bring a finger to your chin, tapping it. “Sure, but I don’t even know anything about you.”

“Sure you do! I’m Spider-Man.”

“No, I mean under the Spider-Man costume.” You correct.

“I hope you mean the mask.”

“Obviously, what else would I mean?”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, okay. You can’t know who I am, okay? I can tell you about me. Not my name though, sorry.” He rambles, playing with his gloved hands.

“Okay… favourite Star Wars movie?”

“A new hope. Iconic. I can quote the lines. What about you?”

“Definitely has to be Return of the Jedi or Attack of the clones.” You answer.

“Hm, not too bad.”

You decide to let the questions coming, “Favourite character?”

“Uh…” He thinks for a moment, “Luke Skywalker, or maybe Anakin.”

You nod, “Mines have to be Leia or Padme.”

“Great characters.”

“Agreed. No one can play Leia like Carrie Fisher did.”

“That’s true.”

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#tags @larccroft @bisexuabed lowkey got carried away with the star wars talk WHATEVER

[munsonmuses]

Noise Complaint

Modern day AU

College Boy Eddie Munson x RA Reader

Inspiration credit to my dear friend Bug, who listens to my ramblings about being an RA at my teeny little university. And dropped the idea of Eddie being a resident. Thank you @munson-blurbs

Warnings: Shameless smut with light buildup, definitively just a bunch of hate fucking, p in v, oral (reader receiving) reader has female anatomy but isn’t referred to directly as a woman, light choking, creampies, light amateur bondage, Eddie is a shithead and kind of a bully (and kind of a kinky mf)

Word Count: 2.6k

This is mostly to tide y’all over until the next chapter of Spiritual Reserves

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You carefully walked your weekly Thursday night rounds of the building, each floor more boring than the last. A menial task between desk shifts, programs, door decs, duty phone calls and staff meetings. Lightly drumming your hands along your hips as you listened to your music through your earbuds. Humming along to Moonwalker as you finished your rounds on the fifth floor. Keying into your room and flipping down on your bed, going to close your eyes.

Until violently interrupted by the incessant ringing of your duty phone, picking up and frowning deeply to yourself. “Thank you for calling the Creel Hall Duty Phone, what seems to be the problem?” You spoke in a customer service voice, carefully waiting before hearing a familiar sigh as you quirked a brow. “Nancy?”

Your coworker, Nancy Wheeler worked the front desk while you did rounds, and called you every Thursday around midnight. Each time it was the same thing.

“Hey um, Jason Carver called again, about being unable to stay in his dorm room, as his roommate is playing music too loudly, as always…” she spoke softly as you pushed yourself to sit up, sighing in frustration.

“Room three forty nine right? Down the west wing…it’s Eddie Munson? Again?” You asked, earning a confirming hum as you wished her goodbye and pushed to your feet. Slipping on your house shoes and making the trek down to the third floor.

As you descended the stairs, the loud screeching of an electric guitar through a well abused amp grew louder. Causing your brain to rattle as you grit your teeth. Pushing down the hall and stopping at the door. There was a white board stuck to the front, with a messily scrawled poll on it, something that changed each week. Likely Munson’s doing. Although a bit of a social reject, he took attention in any way he could get it. Much to your chagrin as you pounded on the door.

And again…

And again.

By the third knock, the playing stopped as the door flew open, Eddie Munson stood with a shit eating grin. Currently chewing on spearmint gum that wafted on his breath as you crinkled your nose. Wearing nothing more than black sweats wearing the schools logo, his rings, and his hair in a low bun. Tattoos littering his arms and chest, a tattoo of gnashing fangs on his ribs as you rolled your eyes.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Did someone narc again, or do you just wanna see me that bad, trying to sneak a free concert mmm?” He asked with a grin as you cleared your throat.

“You do this every goddamn Thursday. If it’s not loudly playing music? It’s you and your idiot friends racing the halls. Or you holding the main lobby hostage, or losing your id and getting locked out. It’s only ever on Thursdays. If anyone wants to see anyone bad, it’s you wanting to see me-“ you hissed as you jutted your chin towards the inside of his room. Signaling you wanted to be let in as he gallantly threw his arm out, gesturing for you to enter as he bowed lightly. Earning a sneer from you as he relished in your contempt. He drew a sort of joy from your anger in him, the attention was invigorating. In being refused love so much by his peers in high school, he’d learned to adore the hate that was sent his way.

Hate festers, it meant he was always in the minds who despised him, like a catchy commercial jingle from the early 2000’s.

He watched as you poked around his half of the room. Littered with posters, lewd art, and piles of clean and dirty clothes. The light smell of sweat, spearmint and pine coming with him as you scoffed lightly at him.

His amp was in the center of the floor right by the foot of his bed, something you clearly missed as you fell, landing flat on your stomach and chin on the cold tile with a sturdy thud. Groaning in pain as Eddie’s smile faltered and he immediately walked over, offering a hand to help you up.

“Holy shit I am so sorry, are you okay?” He asked as he held his hand out to you, watching as you took his forearm in your hand, before yanking him down as he met the same fate. Harshly hitting the floor as you laughed at him harshly. Snorting at him as he held his mouth, his two front teeth having lightly punctured his lip. Not enough to split it, but enough to draw blood.

“You are the only resident I have problems with…” you started as you glared at him harshly. “You’re loud, messy, pushy, you torment the hall-“ you continued as he glowered at you while sitting up.

Licking the blood from his bottom lip, he looked at you bitterly as he quietly listened, cutting you off.

“You’re a prissy, shrill, overly sensitive brat-“ he hissed, big eyes dark as he looked you over as you hummed.

“I’m doing my job Munson, I get paid to do this-“ you hissed as you looked at his lips. Full, pouty, with the crimson stain of fresh blood.

“You need to get fucking laid, maybe then you’ll pull the stick out of your ass-“ he snapped as he leaned in closer. “Stuck up bitch.”

“Idiot.” You hissed back, getting closer as you bumped the tip of your nose with his own, earning a growl from Eddie.

Your skin was prickling with heat as you stared him down. Trying not to fold as you felt his breath fanning across your lips.

Before you could fully process, he pushed his lips against yours. Harsh and feverish as you groaned into his mouth. The light taste of iron mingling with the spearmint in his mouth as you shuddered lightly. Letting him pull you in tight by your sweatshirt as you ran a hand up the back of his neck. Undoing his bun as you tangled your fingers into the base of his scalp, brown trellises of hair tangling around your fingers.

“I fucking hate you,” you hissed as you pulled back for air, glaring at him as he rolled his eyes. Discarding his gum and pulling you to stand with him.

Backing you up, he pushed you up against the metal and wood bed frame that held his shambles of bedding. Continuing his kissing at you as he pawed at your sweatshirt, getting it off and over your head as you shuddered. His hands so warm opposed to the cold trapped within the room.

“For a total bitch? You have great tits…” he murmured as he lightly took hold of them. Large and calloused hands groping and squeezing, earning soft whines and heavy breaths from you as he laughed. His thumb and forefinger taking hold of your stiffening nipples, lightly pinching and twisting as you whined out his name, clearly worked up as he laughed lightly to himself.

“You’re a lot nicer to listen too when you’re not bitching at me…” he mumbled in your ear, lightly nipping at the lobe as you shuddered harshly.

Trailing your hands down his chest, you worked your fingers down, stopping over the stiff outline of his cock as you lightly ran your hand over him and earned a light but deep groan from him. Working your other hand into his waistband as you went to work his sweats off. Earning a harsh pinch on your left nipple as you looked at him.

“We’re doing this my way. I’m in charge now.” He insisted harshly. “Now, up on the bed.” He pat your hip to motivate you, watching as you used the step stool to get up and sit on the mattress. Watching as he rooted around in his closet quietly.

He apparently found what he was searching for, coming over with a well worn black belt in hand. Quietly climbing into the bed alongside you as he hummed.

In silence, he took your wrists, wrapping the belt around them firmly, and around the wooden bar at his headboard. Pulling tight as he checked to make sure they weren’t so tight he’d cut off circulation. Once sure, he hummed in approval and lightly pat your cheek. “Good, you look so pretty like this…” he cooed down at you, watching as you chewed on your lower lip and nodded lightly. The confidence in you dwindling.

“You’re a lot prettier when you’re not making everyone’s ears bleed you cu-“ you were cut off by a harsh kiss, his hand lightly making its way up your stomach and chest. A gentle pressure applied to the sides of your throat. A gentle choking sensation applied as you moaned lightly into his mouth. Feeling his cock twitching against your thigh as you gave into the kiss.

Eddie pulled back for air, lightly patting your cheek as he released his light hold on your throat. Sliding his way back down to the edge of the bed.

His hands took hold of your waistband, working off your shorts and underwear agonizingly slow. Eyes trained on yours as you whined lightly.

“Hurry the fuck up-“ you hissed out as Eddie smacked your inner thighs lightly. Glaring at you as he rolled his eyes. “You’re so fucking impatient…” he muttered before working his hand further in, humming as he lightly cupped you in his hand. Running his middle finger up your slit. Stopping at your clit as he worked in small, circular motions. Watching your face as your lashes fluttered and your mouth formed a soft ‘o’ shape. “There we go, see? I can do a lot more with these hands besides playing guitar like a fucking god…” he hummed out softly as he continued. Drawing soft moans from you as he nodded.

Applying a bit more pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves, he laughed lightly as he gently worked on getting you relaxed. He was a dick, but he was considerate. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like this…all pink in the face, mouth open…let’s give them some real noise to complain about,” you could see him cringe a bit at his statement, cocky and a bit cheesy.

He pulled your legs apart slowly, bowing his head down as he placed soft and deep kisses along your inner thighs and trailing inwards. His lips stopping at your clit as he pressed a slow and deep kiss to it, humming lightly as he tentatively listened for your reaction. Wanting to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable or unhappy with his actions.

“Eddie don’t tease…fucking hell.” You hissed as he laughed lightly. Taking it a step further as he lightly sucked on your clit, circling it slowly with his tongue and applying tentative amounts of pressure. Earning a full moan from you as he carefully worked on his middle finger. Pressing in slowly as he curled and flexed his finger. Getting you to cum first was his goal.

He kept his ministrations going, refusing to let up unless asked as he laughed lightly. Sending vibrations through you as you arched your back lightly, pressing further into his face. “Fuck! Eddie keep going-“ you demanded as he eased in a second finger. Beginning the slow thrusting and curling. Flexing his fingers apart as he increased the pressure on your clit. Feeling your walls flutter around his fingers as he sped up. Getting a bit overeager as your thighs clamped around his head and squeezed.

Your eyes rolled back as you cried out desperately, babbling. Eddie was right, you did need to get laid. The stress of the job was melting off your shoulders as the knot in your lower abdomen came undone. Earning a desperate cry from you as you came, soaking his mouth and chin as he hummed. Pulling his fingers out as he worked in his tongue slowly, humming as he made his way back up and eventually pulled away entirely. Sitting up as he looked at you.

“So fucking good…” he eased both fingers into your mouth, urging you to taste yourself as he hummed. “See sweetheart,” he crooned, laughing lightly to himself as he pulled his digits from your obedient mouth. Patting your cheek lightly and getting to work on removing his own bottoms.

His cock was undeniably hard, unable to be ignored as he hummed and slowly stroked himself. His other hand grabbing your chin and tilting your head down to get a look at him.

“Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off of me, I want you to watch me fuck you…” he ordered as you nodded your head lightly, watching as he lined himself up, and got to work.

Pushing into you, he groaned lightly. Watching as your mouth fell slack and lashes fluttered. Grinning in pride as he eased in inch by inch. Panting and rambling praise as he bottomed out within you. Holding your hips firmly in his hands as he lightly rolled his hips.

“So fucking gorgeous, you take my cock so well honey…” he took hold of your calves. Bending your legs up and back before pulling them upwards over his shoulders. Pressing light kisses to your ankles and calves, before biting down lightly as he took a deep and long thrust.

Your head fell back, eyes rolling back as you moaned desperately. Unable to fight the pleasure that washed over you in overwhelming waves. Moaning desperately as you clenched your fists and whined desperately. “Don’t fucking stop, good god-“ you growled out as you took each bruising thrust. Eddie was filled with lust and stamina, his hips knocking into the backs of your thighs as you grinned. “So good-“ you whined lightly.

Eddie laughed to himself as he listened, his thrusts deep and overdrawn as he rocked into you. Each thrust felt deeper than the last, the pressure building up was addicting. His necklace thumping with each thrust against his chest. Your breasts lightly bouncing as he drank in the sight of you. You were gorgeous underneath him. Fucked out and pliant as he pat your cheek.

“Don’t stop looking at me sweetheart. Look at what you do to me…look at how good you make me feel.” He ordered as he felt himself getting worked up, losing a bit of control as he grinned to himself:

He leaned forward, pressing your legs into your chest as he angled your hips upwards. Causing him to reach deeper inside you, grinning. “You’re squeezing me real good, see, you can be real nice to have around…nicer to look at from this angle at least~” he cooed in a patronizing manner as he grinned.

The cacophony of moans, thrusts, panting, and the creaking of the mattress felt ridiculously loud. Flooding your brain and making your brain feel like putty as the pressure in your abdomen grew. Stomach growing tight as you whined.

“Eddie? I’m gonna cum-“ you whined as he laughed lightly.

“Not yet honey, not till I say…” he insisted as he kept his thrusts going. Making sure to hold you firmly in place beneath him. He was drunk on you.

“I’m getting close sweetheart, so what you’re gonna do is cum with me…okay? Can you do that?” He punctuated each question with a harsh thrust as you nodded your head obediently. “Good-“ he hummed as he carefully sped up, leaning down ad he pressed impossibly deeper.

Nose to nose with you, he hummed. His breaths growing ragged as he held onto your chin. “Now-“ he pushed.

You let go, whining as a searing white wave of pleasure rolled over you. Your orgasm rocking you as you whined. Coming back from your delirium as you felt the heat of his own orgasm filling you. His light rutting causing some to spill over as you whined and groaned.

Pressing a light kiss to your lips, Eddie hummed. “Same time next Thursday?”

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Taglist: Open

@munson-blurbs

[thmles]

| Midnight Rain.

- i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.

[warnings: mention of injury, angst [but it ends in fluff], kind of sad, mentions of having a family and marriage, not proofread]

[a/n: i'm really sorry if this was bad, i just got back to writing after like a good year or two 😭 miguel o' hara really got me inspired and so i wrote this while listening to midnight rain lawls]

I have always wanted to help the world. I always believed that I’d save everyone because I couldn’t save my sister. When the bridge collapsed and I failed to save her, that very night I vowed to protect my city and the people I loved. Being Spider-Woman isn’t easy and I knew that. I knew the risks I had to take, the sacrifices I had to make. But he didn’t want to risk me.

“¡Dios mío! You could’ve died trying to stop that building from collapsing!” Miguel yelled as we entered his office. My back was turned on him, yet he kept pacing and mumbling how I was ‘reckless’ and an ‘idiot’. I was holding my other hand (the one I had accidentally sprained) thinking of a reply to his words.

“But I didn’t! I stopped the building, I lived, and I saved a bunch of people’s lives!” I replied, turning to face him. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. Miguel made his way toward me and I stood still. He grabbed my injured wrist.

“And you managed to sprain your wrist, cariño! Did you forget that when you were recklessly swinging and trying to thwip your left hand when you couldn’t?!” Miguel yelled again. He began to ramble on and on. I was tired. For months, he started to grow more and more agitated, hovering over me like I’m some child. I knew the risks and the accidents that were going to happen. This wasn’t the first time I was injured. Why was he acting like this now?

“Look, Miguel, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I know the risks. I am willing to take every single one of them.” I say tirelessly. He stopped rambling and looked me in the eye. “If you’re going to be reckless everytime we go on a mission together, you should just retire,” He softly suggested. Miguel sighed as he cupped my cheek but my eyes grew wide at his suggestion. “I don’t need to lose someone important in my life again. And you, ¡mi vida!, are the reason I continue to live, the reason I have hope in life,” Miguel continued. “Mi amor, I want us to have a family. Wouldn’t it be nice to leave this life behind?”

It wouldn’t. I don’t want a family. I don’t want to retire and settle down, not when I’m at the height my career and my other life as Spider-Woman was just beginning. The mere thought of being tied down scared me. I would want to, but not now. Not in the near future. I removed his hand from my cheek and looked down. “Miguel, I-I can’t.” His eyes were wide at my answer. “What do you mean you can’t?” He asked in disbelief. I walked away from him, towards the large windows of his office at our home. Well, his home now.

“I mean seriously? Y-You want me to retire?” I laughed without any humor and put my hand to my temple. “In the height of my career you want me to have a family and just a few years after being Spider-Woman?” I looked at him over my shoulder. “I worked so hard to prove to Nueva York, to you, and to myself that I was worthy of taking on the mantle of being a Spider-Woman. To prove that I am ready to sacrifice and take risks and you,” I turned to look at him, seeing the disheartened look on his face. “I love you, Miguel. But I can’t do what you want. I know that my time as Spider-Woman isn’t up yet. I want to explore the world and I wouldn’t want to be tied down.” I slowly made my way towards him. I cupped his cheek and made him look at me. I could see the tears forming in his eyes and I could feel myself start to tear up too. “I’m sorry, Miguel. I can’t give you what you want right now. I’m sorry it had to end this way, but maybe you can find someone else that would,” A tear rolled down his face. “Give you what you want.” I finished and wiped his tears away.

“But, mi amor, I-I can’t see anyone else to have a future with. I always knew it would be you,” He said softly. “Miguel, I can’t give it to you. Not right now, not in the near future.” I replied just as softly. “Then I’ll wait, my love. I’ll wait for you.” Miguel reached for my right hand and gave it a gentle kiss.

“But, I don’t want us to end. I love you too much to let you go, and without you by my side will be torture.” He said, looking at me. “Maybe just teach me better, hm? I don’t have to retire yet when I have a hot teacher that will be willing to teach me.” Miguel laughed and put our foreheads together. I looped my arms around his neck as he put his hands on my hips.

“Maybe I should.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Closer to Midnight

Barry Allen x Male Reader

Request; Barry x male reader with reader taking care of Barry

Barry lost his powers temporarily and he is completely different. He arrived late to work and he is having a rough time. Barry forgets that he can't run fast and you have to remind him about it.

“I’m so sorry I'm late, Y/n,” Barry said out of breath.

It's date night and he is two hours late. You went home after waiting for a while and he feels bad about it.

“What happened?” You asked.

“I was working on a case and since I can't move fast, I had to wait for the evidence. Then getting to the crime scene and back to the station took longer and my jeans got ruined-” Barry rambled on.

“I get it,” You said.

“I’m sorry. Everything feels so different without my powers and I feel slower” Barry said.

“It's only temporary, Barry. For now, try not to overwork yourself” You said.

“Do you forgive me? I didn't mean to leave you alone at the restaurant for hours. I honestly lost track of time and I forgot to call you” Barry said.

He wrapped his arms around you.

“Let's eat and we can cuddle,” You said.

Barry kissed you on the lips. Barry did cook dinner for you and you did help him.

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It's raining very hard with thunderstorms. You made it home just in time and you start to call your boyfriend. But he didn't pick up and you start to text him, suddenly the door opened.

“What happened?” You said in shock.

Barry is soaked and you are speechless.

“I got caught in the rain. While walking to the bus stop, I got splashed by some idiot in his car. When I got on the bus some kid spilled his soda on me. Babe, it sucks having no powers and... Ugh” Barry whined.

“You are home now. Come, let's get you out of the wet clothes and into a hot shower” You said.

Barry followed you to the bathroom. You start to help him take off his clothes then you turn on the hot water. You went to get his pajamas and Barry is happy to be home.

After the shower, you noticed he is sneezing and shivering.

“Your body aches?” You asked.

“Yeah. I think *he starts to cough* I think I'm sick” Barry said.

“Yeah, looks like it. I'm going to make soup then tea” You said.

You kissed his head and he smiled. He watched you make soup and he starts to ask how was your day. You did eat soup with Barry but you're not sitting close to him.

“I hate the taste of cough medicine,” Barry said.

“Doesn’t matter if you hate it. Just take it so you can sleep better” You said.

“So... So this means we can't cuddle?” Barry asked.

“Not tonight. Drink the medicine” You said.

“This sucks,” Barry said.

Barry drank the cough medicine and he didn't like it. Before going to sleep, you made him tea and he starts to drink it. But while sleeping, you can hear Barry cough a few times.

The next day, Barry is feeling worse. You went to the store to buy more tea and cough medication. You make him lunch and he starts to cough again.

“I hate being sick,” Barry said.

“We all do. Long as you take the medicine then you will get better” You said.

“I know, babe” Barry smiled.

Later, you and Barry started to watch movies for a little while. Then you played board games with him. You made the soup again and he starts to eat it. Barry starts to cough again and he sighed then you gave him a napkin.

For the last few days, you have been taking care of Barry. He appreciates you taking care of him and he ordered takeout from your favorite place to eat. He surprised you with a date night and dessert. Barry would kiss you on the lips but he kissed your cheek.

Slowly Barry is starting to feel better and he is happy about it. But you make sure he takes the medication and he does.

✫ ✫ ✯ ✫

Barry is shirtless and he is sitting on the bed, you are massaging his shoulders.

“That feels so good, Y/n,” Barry said.

“Try not to scare me like that. I know you are trying to stop Zoom, but you are not alone” You said.

“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you worried... I thought I had everything planned” Barry said.

“Sometimes plans, don't go in order. Remember how we started to date?” You said.

You keep massaging his shoulders.

“Yeah, I remember. It was supposed to be a double date, but you were supposed to date someone else but we ended up dating. I wouldn't change that for the world” Barry said.

Barry got up now he is facing you, then you and Barry started to smile. He gently pulls you closer to him and he starts to kiss you. You and Barry lie in bed and keep kissing each other. He pulls you closer and he starts to smile, you keep kissing him.

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You are in the kitchen and Barry is watching you cook. You are not much of a cook but you wanted to try to cook something different and new.

“I saw this online and I thought I should try it” You smiled.

“Can’t wait to try it” Barry smiled.

You put the plate in front of him and he takes a bite of the food.

“Well?” You asked.

“Actually, it's not that bad,” Barry said and he takes another bite.

“You mean it?” You asked.

“Yeah, I mean it. The food turned out good, Y/n” Barry smiled.

He gets up and gave you a peck on the lips.

[randoimago]

Day 4 - Drunken Confessions

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Character(s): Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): I love Present Mic so much.

Things at UA had been hectic, but it was finally Saturday, so Hizashi practically forced you and Aizawa to go with him drinking. He had wanted to do karaoke, but Aizawa gave a firm "no" and you weren't going to argue with Aizawa.

So now the three of you were sitting in a booth with some karaage and edamame to have with your drinks. Aizawa looked like he's been sipping on the same whiskey all night while Hizashi had some kind of highball and you were drinking on whatever wouldn't make you act like that much of an idiot.

"And then after having an argument for ten minutes about the correct use of 'their, there, and they're', Bakugo gives a perfect answer. Even I was shocked considering how much of a hothead he is," Hizashi regales an English lesson he was teaching with wild gestures.

"He's smarter than he looks," Aizawa comments. Aizawa is good at his backwards compliments.

"At least you got them to do the lesson. Things were going great for me and then Midnight comes in to deliver something and the next thing I know, everyone is talking about crushes and which teachers look cute together," you say with a sigh. It'd be endearing if you weren't scared shitless that they'd somehow get you to confess your crush to a bunch of children.

"I hate kids." Aizawa shakes his head as he says this but you and Hizashi give him amused smiles because you both know that's far from the truth.

"Did they say who'd look cute with me?" Hizashi asks, a wide grin on his face.

"I think Ashido mentioned something about you and Aizawa cause of some childhood friends trope," you answer, a tad confused with what she had been talking about. Hizashi just bursts out laughing at the idea while Aizawa grumbles and drinks his whiskey.

The night goes on with you three drinking and eating some more. Aizawa decided to be the smart one and start getting water for the table while Hizashi wanted to make a tower out of his glasses, which was quickly stopped and caused him to pout.

"I need to get going. Think you can take care of him?" Aizawa suddenly says as he checks the time. You do as well. It's late but not that bad.

"Thinking of doing some patrolling?" You ask, you wouldn't be surprised if Aizawa did sober up to a quick ten minute patrol this late. You were glad when he shook his head.

"Don't want a hangover so I'm going home to decompress."

"What a responsible adult," you tease and Aizawa rolls his eyes. Hizashi is already whining about Aizawa leaving and you chuckle and shake your head. "Maybe we should get him home first," you say and Aizawa nods.

You both drag the drunken Hizashi back home, listening to his rambling and nonsense. There were a few times when he started to say something, but Aizawa switched topics or made him shut up. You don't know if it was going to be something embarrassing or what, but good on Aizawa for being a good friend.

When you made it back to his apartment, Aizawa offered to stay to help take care of the drunk. You declined and said you could deal with Hizashi. There was some hesitance on Aizawa's part, which you found a tad weird, but eventually he did leave. And now it was you and Hizashi on his couch while the TV played softly in the background.

"I can't believe the kids thought me and Aizawa would date." Hizashi's words are slurred as his head is resting in your lap on the couch. You tried to make him go to bed, but he was adamant that you're not allowed in his room. So, you're both on the couch.

"Well, it was more thinking that you two would be a cute couple instead of that you are going to date," you try to explain, only to get a scoff back.

"But I don't wanna date him. I wanna date you. Shota is mean and grouchy," Hizashi pouts but you were a bit hung up with what he had said previously.

"You want to date me?" You can't help asking. He's drunk and probably talking out of his ass right now, but you can't help but be curious.

"Well yeah, you're cute and smell nice and I wanna cuddle and kiss you and do adult things!"

"Like what?" Again, you couldn't help asking. Maybe it was morbid curiosity or maybe you wanted to see what drunk things Hizashi might come up with. Whatever the excuse, you just asked that and now have to live with it.

"Like hand holding!"

"Uh huh, well how about you drink some water and get to bed then we can talk about hand holding in the morning." An amused grin is on your face as you pat Hizashi's head and he whines.

"But I want to date you now!"

"Trust me, if you remember this, you might end up regretting this happened. We'll talk in the morning, Hizashi." He mutters something that sounds a bit like 'won't regret it' but you shake your head at him and make him go to bed.

You just hope he remembers this in the morning.

[mins-fins]

DISPIRITED (S.HB)

SUMMARY . . . for sim y/n, the most ironic thing is telling a speech at the wedding of his first ever love, watching as he gets happily married to someone else, oblivious to all the pain he's caused in the process.

PAIRING . . . sung hanbin x male!reader, mentions of sung hanbin x fem!oc

GENRE . . . angst, simply angst

WARNINGS . . . none! just sad really

WORD COUNT . . 4.4k (so sorry)

NOTES . . . had an epiphany at midnight, so take this angst my friends! #sorrysunghanbin. the past is written in italics just so you know!

"you are a fucking idiot, you know that?"

the blatant and brutally honest statement from jongwoo makes y/n suck his teeth, slamming the door to the fridge as his eyes flick over to the yoon. the words are completely true, and everyone in the room, including y/n, knows that, but he wants to stay firm in his denial.

"are you just gonna insult me the whole time or.. i don't know, give me advice?" y/n sassily replies, and jongwoo scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"y/n, hanbin asked you to be his best man and you said yes!?" he immediately exclaims, and the volume of his voice makes y/n lightly flinch.

"your setting yourself up for heartbreak".

"well that's already been the past few years of my life so it's nothing new".

park hanbin snickers, and then he scoffs with a sudden change of attitude. "this is so funny, but also very depressing".

"y/n" keita starts, eyes shifting around the room. "i love you and all, but your setting yourself up for failure here, your watching the man you love get married! and your gonna give a speech at his wedding!?"

"yep" y/n replies, popping the 'p'.

hanbin props his arms up onto the counter, staring at his long time friend. "you know you don't have to do this if you don't want to, y/n, seriously".

"you guys hanbin is my best friend why wouldn't i wanna be his best man?"

"your gonna hurt yourself.." keita sighs. "how long have you liked hanbin, y/n? for like— ever, i don't want you to just watch and be sad".

"i'll be fine guys!" y/n very clearly lies, he throws his hands into the air like an idiot. "i'll get over it! it's not impossible to hide my feelings! and plus, i'm not about to make hanbin's wedding about me".

hanbin narrows his eyes, clearly not buying it. jongwoo simply scoffs, rolling his eyes, and keita sighs, wanting to say something more but not wanting to get into an argument with y/n.

y/n picks his nails, biting his inner cheek.

"what if she doesn't like me? and then i look like an idiot trying to ask her out?"

the seventeen year old sung hanbin paces back and forth, biting his nails anxiously as he begins rambling about his crush on a certain girl and how he's contemplating on just giving up and not telling her his feelings at all.

"your sung hanbin?" matthew responds in a questioning manner. "why would she reject you? everybody wants to date you!"

"right, you dumbass.." zhang hao mutters, he ignores hanbin's glare and scoff, crossing his arms as he watches him continue to pace back and forth while contemplating what to do about his crush.

as hanbin continues to pace, matthew rolls his eyes and zhang hao turns his head to the door, hearing it open. in walks y/n, holding a box as he closes the door with his foot.

y/n pauses, squinting as he watches hanbin pace back and forth. he puts down the box and dusts off his jeans. "what the hell is hanbin doing? why is he mumbling?"

"hanbin is being an idiot, as always".

"i'm not! i just—" hanbin pauses as he stares at y/n, who just raises an eyebrow. "i don't know.. it's complicated!"

"hanbin likes eunji and he's too afraid to tell her he likes her even though he's literally like, what? the one guy everyone wants to date, he's acting like it's a big deal but eunji's probably gonna say yes anyway and the next thing you know they're married with kids!"

y/n takes in the words zhang hao just said, doing his best to process them and piece them together in his mind.

hanbin has a crush on eunji..

hanbin has a crush on eunji?

y/n's stomach drops, and he sucks in a breath. yeah, he doesn't have a chance, of course hanbin likes eunji. she's pretty, smart, has a good sense of humor.

his crush is stupid, of course it doesn't matter; not that hanbin cares anyway. he's hanbin's best friend, nothing more, nothing less, at least not in hanbin's mind.

what made him think he really ever did have a chance?

y/n snaps out of his own thoughts and simply laughs, a fake one, but no one had to know that. "um.. just ask her out? your sung hanbin, it can't be that hard".

"why does everyone say that!?" hanbin groans, flopping down onto the couch before him. "what does that even mean?"

"it means she won't reject you, stupid" zhang hao states rather bluntly. "you guys both like each other, go for it".

matthew's eyes shift to y/n, and he can tell how it's hurting y/n to listen to this conversation, but he's keeping up a smile because it's his best friend.

a best friend he's in love with but that's out of the question.

how long has y/n liked hanbin? it seems like forever. where did it even begin? he could give you maybe two answers, that one time the two of them slept in the same bed during a sleepover in middle school, or that other time in middle school when they kissed!

trust and believe, y/n tried his best to get over hanbin.

he can never truly do it though.

because hanbin is just.. hanbin. he's so stupid with his pretty smile, and his pretty eyes, and his pretty voice, and how sweet he is, in such a natural way too.

every time he tries to get over him, hanbin comes back and gives him another reason for y/n to fall in love with him. in all honesty, it's like he's stuck in a loop.

and it's fucking stupid.

he hates it.

but he loves hanbin.

y/n's eyes flicker back up to the scene before him and hanbin is still mumbling and pacing back and forth. zhang hao just giggles at his display, and matthew gives him a look of sympathy.

"yeah um.. you guys keep discussing that i'm just gonna go".

y/n didn't really have anything he needed to do, he just really wanted to leave the room, and get away from anything pertaining to hanbin and eunji.

or just anything pertaining to hanbin in general.

"you want me to teach you how to what?"

hanbin paces back and forth, reminding y/n of a memory he'd much like to stay in the past. the younger groans, covering his face with his hands in an embarrassed way. "y/n! i agreed with eunji that we would waltz and i don't know how to waltz!"

"you don't know how to waltz? then why'd you agree to waltzing!?"

"because— because this wedding needs to be the perfect one! i want to make my fiancée happy!"

y/n feels a stab to his heart at the word fiancée, but this is what hanbin wants.

stop being so selfish, y/n! hanbin's getting married, your feelings don't matter here!

y/n punches himself in the head, and looks back up to hanbin, whose still stressing about the fucking waltz. "okay fine, hanbin, i'll teach you how to waltz, again".

"what do you mean, again?"

"remember when we were thirteen and you begged me to teach you the waltz so you could dance it with hao hyung at prom?"

hanbin gasps, smiling brightly. "oh yeah! my mom was so impressed!" he seems so giddy thinking about his past.

y/n wishes he could relate.

he sighs, standing up, and pulling hanbin by his arm. hanbin lets out a small squeak, tripping on his own feet and almost falling on his face. y/n was there to catch him, helping him up onto his feet.

"are you trying to kill me?"

"come on hanbin, be smart!"

hanbin gives his best friend a playful glare, and y/n laughs at his expression.

"okay so for the starting position" y/n begins, taking hanbin's hand. "your gonna put this hand on my shoulder, and this hand on my waist".

y/n tries his best to not melt when hanbin obeys his orders, sliding his non-dominant hand down to y/n's waist, whilst he places the other on his shoulder. he looks up and the two of them hold eye contact for what seems to be forever.

y/n doesn't want to blink, in an almost stupid way, it's like he wants to persevere this moment, to just have this continue..

he doesn't want to be reminded of the actual reality, that hanbin isn't his and that he never actually did tell him what he felt, that hanbin is getting married to someone far prettier, smarter, and much more pleasant than him.

because if he's being honest, all it does is make him want to collapse onto the floor and cry.

"okay so" y/n clears his throat. "when it comes to the waltz, footwork is usually the main focus, so if you can just move your feet correctly and on beat than you'll have no problem".

hanbin's eyes shift around the room. "okay, so, we just have to move at the same time, on beat?"

"you have to make sure you remain consistent with the moves as well".

hanbin looks up, his eyes shining as he stares at y/n. he swears he feels his legs about to give in with the way hanbin is looking at him, but he clears his throat and shakes his head.

y/n steps forward first and hanbin is too slow, so he accidentally steps on his foot. "ow! y/n!" he winces, shutting his eyes.

"were supposed to step at the same time!"

"you didn't give me a cue!"

"what cue you dumbass!?"

hanbin sucks his teeth, a pout coming to his face. y/n shakes his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. how could he ever remain mad at hanbin?

"okay, on three, we step at the same time, and we'll go from there".

hanbin thinks, then he nods, giving him that same smile he loves so much.

1.. 2.. 3

y/n and hanbin step at the same time, and hanbin makes a sound of excitement when he finally gets the move right. after a few minutes of accidentally stepping on each other's feet, the two of them begin to get the hang of it.

hanbin is a fast learner, evidently, he won't have any problem waltzing with eunji. y/n was way too into this to even think about reality at this point, this waltz took him back to the good memories he has. memories of teaching hanbin how to waltz when they were in the eighth grade, seeing his look of excitement upon hearing that y/n knew how to waltz.

y/n smiles as they dance together, but the only thing keeping him smiling are the memories he has from before. thinking about everything now, how he's agreed to being hanbin's best man even with the feelings he's hidden from him for who knows how long.

it's depressing to y/n how even with all of the heartbreak he's gonna experience from this, he's still gonna do it. for the sake of hanbin and eunji, for the sake of his best friend.

he doesn't deserve hanbin, he never did deserve hanbin. yes eunji's lucky, but she deserves good things, she's not a bad person.

the jealousy bubbling up inside him is maddening.

when they finally do stop dancing, y/n is no longer smiling, hanbin seems happy, and he has to try his best to put up a fake front. "oh my god! i think i might be getting a little dizzy.."

"it was just spinning, hanbin".

"spinning like, thousands of times".

y/n snickers at the complaint from hanbin, trying his best to ignore how hurt he feels about the way his mind is hurting him, how his own thoughts are seemingly playing against him.

"y/n?" hanbin calls out, the sound of footsteps approaching meet y/n's ears.

"yeah—"

y/n pauses, when he turns around hanbin is right in front of him, so close that y/n could see all of his features so clearly. he takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the moment hanbin smiled, y/n closes his eyes.

"thank you" hanbin says, completely oblivious to the way he's affecting y/n, the way he's always affected y/n. he takes his hands, looking down. "for not just teaching me how to waltz, but for everything, everything you've done for me".

everything i've done for you..

"it's nothing really" y/n responds, his voice probably sounding airy because hanbin is holding his hands. "your my best friend, and i love you".

he loves hanbin.

he loves him.

maybe not in the context he thinks, but he does love him.

really.

"what are you doing out here, y/n?"

sitting on the curb in front of hanbin's house, y/n sighed as he rolls his eyes. hanbin sits beside his best friend, a light cold breeze brushing past them, y/n's hair moving in the wind. "because.."

y/n mutters something under his breath, and hanbin raises an eyebrow, though he sighs. "i heard you plan on not going to the formal".

"who told you?"

"matthew".

y/n bites his inner cheek, turning away from hanbin as his eyes cast down towards the floor. "y/n? did something happen?"

nope! just had the horrible realization that i can never be with you even with how much i love you! because you don't love me back! and you won't ever love me back!

"nope, just don't feel like going".

"why not?"

"you ask too many questions".

y/n snaps much more aggressively then hanbin expected, and he must notice, because his shoulders slump and he sighs. "sorry, it's just.. there's a lot going on at home right now".

"ah" hanbin stretches his legs, they're touching the street, but he doesn't seem to be the slightest bit worried. "sorry".

"it's alright.."

hanbin stared at y/n, admiring his side profile. another cold breeze passes, and hanbin lightly shivers before speaking up once again. "y/n, i'm not going if you don't wanna go".

"please don't start, hanbin".

"i— i can't go without you! your my best friend, you've been my best friend since like.. forever! we've never not done anything together!"

"yeah but.. it's just, yeah, not my thing".

hanbin knows thats a bold faced lie, because y/n mentioned many times even at the beginning of the school year that he was preparing for the formal before the formal was even announced, that he'd designed and begin sewing his own outfit already.

"we can go together".

y/n chokes on his spit.

"what?"

"you know, like what some friends do" hanbin explains, and y/n's face drops, of course. "y/n you've been talking about this forever! i'm not gonna go without you".

"hanbin.."

"come on y/n, please?"

y/n desperately wants to disagree just to be stubborn, but the way hanbin is looking at him, that gaze that he knows y/n can't resist. "i— ugh fine".

hanbin hums in delight, moving closer to wrap his arms around y/n, pressing the two of them together. "aww your so cute y/n! you just can't resist me can you?"

"oh my god let go of me".

y/n hopes his act was bought.

"you're so tense y/n, jesus".

"and you're not helping, matthew".

park hanbin sighs, rubbing y/n's shoulders as a way to calm him down. "stop thinking so hard y/n, it's all gonna be fine" he says, hoping that he can somehow make all of y/n's worries simply wash away.

and while y/n wishes that was the case, it doesn't work. "god i've been rehearsing my speech all week, the words are literally burned into my brain".

"okay you need to stop stressing out".

"i can't not stress out!" y/n snaps at zhang hao, very clearly stressed out. his hands feel clammy, and he begins cracking his knuckles as a sort of coping mechanism. "i'm.. oh god! what if i mess up!"

"y/n" hanbin calls out, his voice soft and low. "your stressing out more than hanbin, and he's the one getting married".

"ugh you don't have to remind me!" he squeals. realizing he sounds.. well— unhinged, y/n takes a deep breath, counting to ten in his head with his eyes closed before opening them again. "okay.. i can do this, it can't be that hard, i'm over him".

y/n believes lying to himself will help cushion whatever pain he knows he's about to feel going through this wedding.

it's like y/n blinks, and in two minutes, everything has already gone by. he believes he disassociated out during all of that, that he was there but not really there, per se.

the one thing he does know, though, is that he somehow avoided hanbin the whole time. y/n has absolutely no idea how he did it, because he is the best man after all, it makes no sense.

y/n is glad he was able to avoid hanbin, though, because he's sure he would've burst into tears if hanbin even so much as looked at him with those pretty pretty eyes of his.

and as he sits at the table, looking at the glass of alcohol in front of him, his stomach seems to be dropping further and further. okay y/n, you can do this, you practiced your speech for a week.

so, with his stomach feeling empty and his throat burning. y/n stands up, picking up the glass in front of him as the words leave his lips; "i would like to raise a toast".

y/n sucks in a breath as everyone else stands up, as everyone else immediately turns to him, giving him all of their attention. "it's really crazy, how hao hyung predicted all of this, though i know matthew remains pissed off that he owed him twenty dollars".

a few small laughs ring through the crowd, but the anxiousness doesn't leave y/n. "i'm y/n, i've pretty much known hanbin since forever, we grew up in the same neighborhood and always did everything together.."

y/n's mind races, and his eyes shift around. "it's really an honor to be here, watching my best friend get married, and to be chosen as his best man as well, is something i've really always dreamt of".

y/n's voice sounds so artificial that he wants to grimace at his own tone, but he keeps up his front, cursing in his mind. "i remember it like it was yesterday.. hanbin was freaking out thinking eunji would reject him, we all knew they were meant to be, and it's so beautiful to see this moment in person".

y/n laughs. artificial, dumbass. "congratulations to both hanbin and eunji, for their relationship, their love, and the amazing things they have achieved. i wish them nothing but prosperity and good fortune in the future".

the burning feeling in his throat increases, and y/n closes his eyes before giving the fakest smile he thinks he's ever given. "cheers everyone! to sung hanbin and jeon eunji!"

and just like that, it's over, and then everyone goes back to talking, laughing, their attention finally off y/n.

to say he's overwhelmed is an understatement, it's a miracle he didn't cry right then and there, not like anyone would recognize the true intention behind his tears anyway.

y/n fixates onto the floor, not wanting to look up as he's afraid of seeing hanbin, seeing him happy, oblivious to all the pain he's caused him these past few years.

"y/n" he snaps up, meeting the sympathetic gaze of keita. "everything okay? your zoning out there" he points out, and y/n nods, the burning sensation in his throat pretty much hurting him at this point.

"i just um.." he pauses, taking yet another deep breath. "there's just a lot of people in this room, it kind of overwhelms me".

your a fucking idiot, y/n. your at a wedding, of course there's a bunch of people here. why do your feelings even matter here? it's your fault for never telling hanbin how you feel..

"i need air.."

y/n smiles at keita, before he stands up and walks out of the venue, quickly making his way outside. whilst having a conversation, hanbin's eyes drift towards him, watching as he walked out.

where are you going y/n?

"you're way too genuine, lover boy".

hanbin gasps, staring at his best friend like he just said the most offensive thing ever. he stares at y/n fondly and shoves his hands into his pockets, a breeze blowing by and moving y/n's hair. "shut up, i'm being nice".

"walking me home, hanbin?" y/n inquires, a small smile graces his features as he chuckles, shaking his head at hanbin. "such a gentlemen you are".

"fuck you, y/n".

"don't say that to your bestest friend ever, hanbin!"

hanbin pouts, and y/n giggles once again, singing a shinee song to himself. "anyway, i really do appreciate you walking me home, you make me feel special, you know?"

"you.. are" hanbin pauses in his sentence, but he smiles as soon as he speaks those words. "don't mean to be cheesy or anything.."

"you do sound cheesy" but y/n's heart does skip a beat, fuck hanbin and his sweet words, he always seems to know what affects y/n the most. "dumbass".

screw him.. really.

"don't call me a dumbass, dumbass".

"what would your mom say if she heard you saying such things to me?"

hanbin gasps, moving y/n's way to nudge him by the shoulder. y/n grunts, giggling as he nudges him back, pushing him with much more force.

"don't push me, y/n!"

"you pushed first! stupid!"

"your stupid! stupid!"

hanbin looks up with a mischievous grin, and then he moves towards y/n again, pushing even harder with his shoulder. y/n stumbles and grabs hanbin's sleeve to make sure he doesn't fall, hanbin squeals and stumbles his way, almost taking the two of them down.

"idiot! are you trying to get us killed?"

"you started it!"

hanbin pouts, lightly pushing y/n again. "why'd i even agree to walk you home? your just here torturing me" he says playfully, pushing y/n forward.

"but you love me".

"yeah, sure y/n".

"you do! you just won't admit it!"

"have you seen y/n?"

hanbin asks for what seems like the nth time that minute, biting his inner cheek. park hanbin's eyes shift around the room, and he shakes his head. "nope, haven't seen him since the toast".

hanbin sighs in an almost defeated manner, but then keita speaks up; "he left".

his eyes widen. "what!?"

keita's face goes blank for a second, and he quickly reiterates. "no! not like left left, he just went out to get some air, he's just outside".

"oh okay" hanbin let's out a sigh of relief. "thank you" he says softly, smiling at his friends before exiting the venue, his head whipping around as he searches for y/n's familiar silhouette.

he doesn't have to search for long, though, since y/n is the only person outside, and simply because hanbin has gotten so used to identifying him in a crowd, he could practically point him out anywhere.

"hey stupid" y/n jumps when hanbin's hand lands on his shoulder. he relaxes for a moment, but only for a moment, because his shoulders remain tense. "i was looking for you everywhere, i thought you were gone".

"oh.. sorry" y/n smiles, but it quickly fades as hanbin sits beside him. "i just needed some fresh air, i can't be cooped up inside for too long".

y/n scratches his hand, hoping he can pretend that everything's okay that hanbin doesn't inquire about what's going on.

but its sung hanbin, of course he notices.

"is something bothering you?" hanbin asks, eyes falling to y/n's hands, which are reddening from how much faster he's scratching them now. "y/n, are you gonna give me answer?"

"i'm fine, hanbin" y/n smiles, but hanbin doesn't buy it, god screw him and his attentiveness. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"your lying".

"i'm not".

"you are".

"i'm not".

hanbin is really testing whatever remaining patience y/n has left, but instead of continuing with this banter, he sighs, reaching out to take y/n's hand, lacing it together with his.

as soon as their hands connect, y/n feels the cold metal of hanbin's wedding ring against his fingers, and the unpleasant reality dawns on him once again.

hanbin will never be his, hanbin will never reciprocate his feelings, or love him back, or see him as more than a best friend, as someone who he feels only platonic feelings for and nothing more.

y/n has spent so much of his time pining, thinking these useless things, creating fantasies in his head like any of them would actually happen in real life.

the truth is, sung hanbin would never love sim y/n back, he'd never see him as more than a friend.

but coming to terms with it so closely, with hanbin right in front of him, those pretty pretty eyes staring at him, makes y/n feel as if his whole world has crumbled right before his eyes.

unconsciously, he squeezes hanbin's hand, much to the surprise of the other.

"hanbin i.." he pauses for a moment, the word seeming to drag on forever. he doesn't know what to say, or what he should say, or what he should do, his mind feels empty in the moment.

"i love you".

the words have such a different meaning than what hanbin might think. y/n is conveying a much different point than presented to hanbin, his viewpoint is much more different than hanbin's, and it's clear by the way he reacts.

"i love you too, i always have".

yeah, you always have, but not like how i always have, you don't love me like how i love you.

y/n looks down to the floor, squeezing hanbin's hand once again.

"yeah, of course".

at that point in time, those words no longer conveyed any meaning to sim y/n anymore.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

You don't have to answer this but I wanted to let you know you got me super invested in SunxEclipse stuff.

The way they are in the show has always intrigued me. Like the way those two interacted had always felt different in a way??? And I'd always get all excited when I found little similarities between the two characters.

Rambling a bit but does anyone remember how in the Halloween takeover Eclipse forced Moon to go through the same pain Sun went through when they shared a body? And he just left Sun to chill and nap in his own mind??? (Probably the longest break Sun's ever had btw akskdh) LIKE WHAT HELLO???

And there were plenty of times Eclipse could have just killed Sun but. Didn't? Like when he got into SolarFlare's body. And when Sun destroyed Moon's magic circles, Eclipse explained to Sun how he could fix the problem instead of just letting him walk into the raw magic and tear himself apart? (Think that was the longest and calmest convo they ever had lmao)

The fuckinggg. Symbolic base Eclipse had on the surface of the sun.

Alot more I could say (especially about how similar Sun acts like Eclipse in manyyy instances) but very eepy almost midnight.

Anyway I like SunxEclipse. Would never admit that off anon tho because the world is. Very mean. Sometimes. :/

Glad I got you interested in Sun x Eclipse stuff too. XD

At this point in show lore, Sun is the one who knows Eclipse the most. So who knows where we'll go with that.

And yeah... Forcing Moon to go through the same pain that Sun experienced when sharing a body.... I mean, sure. It was probably to get Moon to suffer. But that also feels so vengeful and purposeful.

It was also worth noting in the early introduction of Eclipse, when he was in Sun's head and leaking out during intense moments of Gameplay Videos. (and I still stand by that Eclipse was the one who said "Chillapachino" that one time and was enjoying being Silly with Sun.)

But whenever Eclipse took over in gameplay, he was always a little more angry.... Sure... But like.... He was also way more assertive, and tended to stand up to Moon more. Something that EARLY Sun didn't really do all that much.

Maybe I'm misremembering, but I think he threatened to take away Moon's whacking stick at one point as well. But I might have imagined that and that might not have been a legit thing.

Not to mention GodEclipse kept Sun around of all people. He even killed Lunar in that dimension, but he thought Sun was worthy to live. He even wiped his memories so he wouldn't suffer too much. Even when we see GodEclipse he says "My Sun is dead" His Sun. Not like... "that nuisance" or "idiot" is dead... His Sun.

And Remember, GodEclipse is not TOO Much a Diversion from the timeline.

The only difference is that he won the fight with Bloodmoon and got the Star shortly after then. And he wiped everyone like he said he would, unlike Eclipse 2.0 who got upset cus Old Moon died and he had no one to monologue about his hate boner to.

Eclipse also in early episodes didn't really include Sun much in his evil Plans. His vendetta and focus was solely on Moon. Sun just kinda got twisted up in a lot of it due to circumstance and him being trapped in Sun's head.

But yeah... Lunar says that he knows Moon better than anyone cus he lived in Old Moon's head.

That goes both ways.

Eclipse and Sun know each other better then anyone at this point.

If there is someone to give Eclipse a chance, I hope it's Sun.

I feel Sun would be a hypocrite if he tries with Bloodmoon and doesn't with Eclipse.

But I guess we'll see.

[s4kasaki]

I LOVED YOUR DOMESTIC FLUFF POST FROM BEFORE uhm-uh could i request natsume and arashi one ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

^—^ thank you anon !! & here ya go

♡ — natsume & arashi | domestic fluff

‣ tw/cws: none

‣ reader: gender netural - they/them

‣ authors note: hai guys, it's been ages since I actually posted help...

☆ — ARASHI.

now let me tell you, shopping sprees. 100%, Arashi is all about taking you out to go shopping. It's quite literally you and her thing. Sometimes Leo questions why she's always leaving practice as soon as it's over, is Arashi picking somebody over her unit? (he does eventually learn that it's you for the reason she leaves so soon)

she usually buys you new shampoo, conditioner, and other self-care products when she notices you’re running out or just cause she thinks you'll like the smell (because she also likes the smell) before you even know the bottle’s empty, she already bought new ones for you~★ not to mention she also buys toothpaste and floss when they’re on sale. Arashi pays close attention to all the makeup and skin-care products you buy. if they leave bad results.... she’ll make a mental note to not buy that brand again! (￣ ￣|||)

Arashi usually insists on you coming with her when going abroad but sometimes Arashi has to go without you cause business is on the line of course! and you're most definitely aware-- and usually can accept her missing presence. but that doesn't stop the fact that Arashi feels a little bad if you're left behind for long on her trips! especially if you happen to be clingier than usual when she returns. If that happens she always makes sure to fit you into her next flight so you don't get too lonely

speaking of you two when she's away: phone calls and facetime are frequent! even if she's somewhere where the time zones are different & she ends up calling you at 3 in the morning- she's still calling!

all in to listen to you ramble about things and your day, as she finds it very adorable in a way how passionate you are when you speak on things you like... does prefer to be actively involved in conversations though! so do try to conversate with her too!

Arashi usually wakes up before you do but she won’t get out of bed right away (unless truly necessary), instead she will stay in bed with you and watch you while you’re peacefully sleeping ( ꈍᴗꈍ) her lips curled into a highly smile from just how adorable you are, cupping your cheek before letting out a giggle. “Good morning, my love~” she whispers as you start to wake up and finally lift your body from the bed before pressing a little kiss to your forehead~. She loves lying in bed with you in the morning, peppering your face in small kisses, and snuggling up close to you with no intentions of letting you go either! It's a blessing almost, when she gets to do these things- since she's mostly occupied with work and Knights and when she returns from a long day of working, modeling.. performing.. you’re already knocked out like a bear, so she adores the hours in the morning she can spend some time alone with you, even going as far to risk some of her time on just staying in bed with you :heart:

☆ — NATSUME.

This dude takes an unhealthy amount of nighters, either have it be cause he's in his room in the underground archives or because he's playing video games like overwatch in the house you two share together— so you might wake up at midnight seeing this dude's back in your face & you have to force this idiot into going to bed (ノ_<。)ヾ(´ — ` )

You know it's mentioned he has a cat, or multiple cats… at his parent's house? Well, once he invited you over in hopes for you to meet his parents, and his parents and the kitties seemed to like you. Which to him was quite a surprise since his cats are similar to him, and not very quick to open up. Smelling on you and nuzzling your legs as soon as you came around them "(^._.^)ﾉ meow"

Natsume has a habit of waking up early despite being the horrible night owl he is, he's usually out of bed by the time you open your eyes to make breakfast or shower, the only indication he was still there is his phone's bright light. But sometimes, he just can't resist waking you up with him, the way your cheek was smooshed against the pillows o((*^▽^*))o eyes closed as you clutched onto the blankets, a leg strewn on top of his. His gaze rests on you, softly taking in the scenery, him unable to resist leaning down to press a light kiss to your cheek, pulling back just to press another one, soon enough peppering your entire face with kisses, feeling you stir underneath him, groggily rubbing your eyes “Natsu— what time is it” you mumble, struggling to push him off you “7:24, so go baCK to sleep”

“But you're the one who woke me up?....” and you can feel him snicker on top of you as he moves to pull himself off of you, only to be stopped when he feels your hand loop around his wrist, pulling him back “You woke me up so you gotta stay” you murmur, pulling the blankets aside to make room for him to lay back on you and much to your satisfaction, he doesn’t resist.

Contrary to popular belief! He likes to go on dates with his partner in the public eye, dare I say he also likes the thrill of getting seen with you by fans so they ask him a bunch of questions and he gets a reason to lovemail you. Knowing that you might be incredibly happy if that were to happen, or maybe embarassed... Knowing that those words of love he said will sooner or later he heard by thousands of his fans. ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ and probably even some back at ensquare, you might get a nose full from some curious teasing oddballs (wataru and rei especially)

He has some sort of nickname for you, the "kitten" nickname stays forever though even though it makes you screech sometimes— and he's aware of the effect it has on you (if it's negative, then he's planning on calling you kitten way more than he did when you two first met just cause he finds It, If not... a little humourous)

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IM DYING LITTLE ONESHOT OF A DARRY X MOTHERLY!READER 🙏🙏

OKOKOK this is so cute!!!!! i haven’t rly read a lot of darry fics so im going off what i personally think but i hope u enjoy anyway <3 also im literally writing this in my school bathroom😓sorry it’s long!!

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✧.* then he kissed me

darry curtis x motherly!reader

cw: gn!reader, motherly!reader, reader being called ‘honey’, idk?????

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darry had worked late that night, and had called upon you to watch the two idiots that he calls his brothers, sodapop and ponyboy.

it was half past midnight, and darry had just come home. he expected you to be fast asleep by now, most likely tired from watching his family. but you weren’t. you were awake on the couch reading your book, waiting up for him. you knew he’d be home late - of course you knew that, he always is, but you missed your boyfriend and wanted to see him.

darry see’s you, and this boy could melt, he’s so happy you stayed awake for him. you instantly get up and hug him, and he smiles and hugs you back.

“honey, what are you doing still up?” his voice is a whisper, careful to not wake his brothers.

“i just wanted to see you.” you reply, before breaking the hug. “you’re also later than you said you’d be, and i got worried. you should probably get to sleep, it’s a busy day tomorrow.”

he smiled. “y/n, you don’t need to worry. i’m just going to stay up a few minutes longer to get ready for tomorrow morning.”

“oh- you don’t need to worry about that. i’ve already packed ponyboy’s lunch for school, and ironed sodapop’s DX uniform. i also made chocolate cake for breakfast in the morning. i know it’s probably not very good compared to yours, but i figured it was worth the effort, anyway.”

he stares at you, in awe. “wow. that’s very kind of you, y/n.”

truthfully, he’s not used to this treatment. he’s always been the one having to stay up late, caring for others, and not having a moment of rest. he doesn’t know how to react. he’s truly in shock.

you quickly continue your rambling. “anyway, sodapop is out with steve, he’ll probably be home soon. and ponyboy is asleep upstairs, and johnny got cold and asked to come stay here for the night, so of course i said yes. poor boy.” you sigh, and then continue. “and dally also wanted to sleep over, but i know how you feel about him sleeping over after the ‘incident’, so i kicked him out. he’s probably snuck through pony’s window upstairs, though. do you want me to check? I don’t know if dally is worth the trouble, but i already told him no, and i think it’d be worth it-“

your rambling was quickly interrupted with a kiss from darry. he’s never had someone as sweet as you, helping him care for the boys. after his parents passed, all the pressure was on him. but now you’re here. and for him to find someone as caring and motherly as you, and for him to find someone that cares just as much as his family as him, probably makes him the luckiest man in the world.

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A/N : im so sorry i genuinely don’t know much abt how darry acts in a relationship and i don’t know how to write motherly readers soooo i hope this met ur expectations at least a little bit😓thank u for the request!!