#its so corny and you have to not laugh but at some point after i finished endwalker i had a dream i was walking to school

[notiddygxthgf]

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★ pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

★ synopsis: Yuuji Itadori truly was the best friend a girl like you could ask for, but he wasn't the only reason you came to visit. (His older brother, the devilishly handsome Choso Kamo, had always been the apple of your eye).

★ c.w.: slow burn, friends to lovers, eventual smut, childhood sweethearts, kinda, mutual pining, choso with a tongue piercing, rough sex, cunnilingus, backshots, unprotected sex, regular people au, two year age gap, PWP.

★ a/n: hi pookie dookies!! ive been wanting to write choso for a while!! this is a one shot I split into two chapters bc its like, 11k words.... but! if u guys request it, I might add more chapters!!! thank u for ur support as always, muah muah!! (btw if u like tokyo rev go check out my other shit teehee).

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best friend's brother ; chapter index

YUUJI ITADORI WAS truly the best friend a girl like you could ask for. The two of you were kind of like childhood friends, though you hadn’t been close for a good portion of it. You didn’t remember the exact day Itadori had invited you into his home – though you knew it was some time in elementary school. The two of you had been practically inseparable ever since. 

There was one thing about the pinkette’s home life in particular that seemed to catch your young eye. 

His older brother, Choso.

He was two years your senior – dark hair, dark eyes, he looked nothing like his brother. He had this scar over the bridge of his nose from an accident that had happened when he was younger. He was an elusive figure, something of a mystery to your young mind – he was always there, but never there.  

He was content to dwell in the background like some sort of side character. 

The first time you’d ever met him had been at one of Itadori’s baseball games. He’d invited you to show up – and at this point you had to have been no older than 8 or 9 – and show out for him. And show out you sure did. 

You had your mother do your hair up real nice in those cute little pigtails you used to love wearing. You had scribbled his jersey number onto a plain white tee the night before, donning some hot pink leggings beneath.

And you screamed for Itadori, cheered as loud as your little lungs would allow you to. He won, of course, but that’s not the point here. You’d gone up to him after the game, wrapping your short arms around his frame – and at the time he was no larger than you were – and telling him he’d done great. Itadori grinned at you, faint blush dusting his cheeks, and thanked you. His smile was a thousand suns in one.

A hand on his shoulder had shaken the two of you out of the moment. A bigger hand.

It was his 11-year-old adoptive brother, Choso Kamo. An angel of the darkness, as corny as that sounds, but in that moment you swore the gates of heaven resided in those dark eyes of his. He stood out against the bright backdrop of the September afternoon. The sunlight filtered through his short black hair, reflected off of his pale skin, shooting rays right into your stomach and sending a horde of butterflies fluttering.

“This your girlfriend, Yuuji?” He commented with a half-grin.

You remember turning red at his comment, waving your arms around wildly. You remember the way his eyes creased as he laughed at you, one of the few times you recall seeing him laugh.

So what if you had heart eyes for your best friend’s older brother? It was harmless, just a little crush you had formed on the guy you felt had stolen your heart away. Harmless. 

At least, it was until the two of you grew older. You started junior high, you started puberty , and as your body changed, so did his. So did your feelings, morphing from a butterfly crush to something more akin to desire as you began to see him in a different light.

He lost the baby fat around his face. His eyes had darkened, shoulders broadening. His hair got longer, falling into his boyish, scarred face in a way that rendered you entirely breathless. 

He was becoming a man.

You were 13 and 15 now, stealing sneaky glances at him whenever he would pass by his brother’s room. Yuji, who had just been boasting about how he was starting to get taller than you, would pay it no mind.

It was just a crush. He was two years your senior, after all. You had no chance.

You were 13 when he would poke fun at you and his brother. He was 15 when he would laugh at the way your face would go red. He didn’t know that it wasn’t his brother you wanted.

14 and 16 when you first began to notice the subtle slope of his shoulders become more pronounced, more defined. When you began to notice the way his muscles would strain against the sleeves of his tee shirt. 

He had always been a large guy, having hit quite a few growth spurts along the way. He had to have been about 5’10 at that point, practically towering over you. But lately, you thought he must have been hitting the gym. He would walk past Yuji’s open door – and in their house it was a family policy to leave the door open when you came over, even if Yuji was only a brother to you – with gym gear on. He would come back with sweat-slicked hair plastered to his forehead, chest rising and falling steadily.

Something about that made your hormones go wild for him. Inappropriate thoughts began to chew away at you from the inside, images of what he could do to you with such strength, even if you weren’t too certain what ‘doing’ even entailed at that time. The scent of his pheromones, something like that – or maybe it was the way his gym clothes hugged his body while he marched towards the bathroom to take a shower – it made you feral for him.

He was so much bigger than you now. It made your head spin with feelings you didn’t quite understand. It was just a crush… so why did you stay awake at night imagining him panting over you, sweat trickling down his bare chest? The way his muscles might ripple under your hesitant, inexperienced touch? The warmth that would bloom over your face when you imagined his lips on yours – this man who you had never gotten close to.

A man who you remembered having a late night conversation with in the kitchen while Yuuji slept right down the hall one night.

He was ransacking the cabinet for snacks when you found him. He relaxed once he’d noticed it was you, the two of you eventually falling into sugar-fueled conversation after he cracked open a pack of double-stuff oreos. A conversation about the taboo , about the things you had been told to keep quiet.

“You don’t have to be all flustered ‘round me, y’know,” He had told you rather softly. The two of you were separated by the kitchen island, but it felt like he was way to close to you. “You can ask me anything you’re curious about.”

“I’m not curious!” You had whisper-shouted back with a roll of your eyes. “I don’t want to know about your sex life, you whore.”

“You just asked me what it felt like, liar,” He noted, quirking a brow at your outward reaction. He loved to get under your skin. Lived for it. “And for the record, I’m not a whore. Most of the times I’ve been touched have been with my own hand.”

“I’ve never tried… that, ” You mused quietly, head low. Your face burned with the heat of your admission. 

He popped an oreo into his mouth, dusting his hands off carelessly. “What, masturbating?”

Your heart did a weak somersault. “Quiet!” You hissed at him. “Now what if Yuuji heard you talking to me like that?”

“Calm your shit,” he told you. “You’re too young f’me. Relax.”

He only chuckled at your words, shaking his head quietly while he resealed the oreos. Still, if he was thinking anything about your reaction, he didn’t voice it. You were glad.

But it hurt. It hurt, hearing him talk about you like you didn’t have a chance. Like none of the effort you put into your appearance around him had any effect on him because you were too young to steal his attention away. None of it mattered – the push up bras, the low cut tanks, the cherry lip balm. 

In his eyes, you were only a kid.

“I’m a virgin,” you had blurted out, for some odd reason you still didn’t quite understand.

The pause that befell the two of you was one that you remembered years later. 

“I can tell,” He had said, slim waist swinging side to side as he walked around the kitchen island, towards the exit behind you. He sauntered over to you with a smirk on his face and a plate in his hand, dark hair pulled back into a bun while his layers fell around his face. He was breathtaking, handsome, tantalizing build towering over you.

16, A man whose voice had dropped again in the last few months whispered those words, the ones you would never forget, “‘S fun. You should try it.”

You didn’t know what he had wanted you to try – having sex or performing it on yourself.

Either way, that night when you went home was the first time you ever tried to touch yourself. Fantasized about him whispering in your ear, holding you down, talking you through – while your pink-manicured fingers worked you up to your first orgasm.

Two years had never felt so far apart.

Choso had a girlfriend at one point. It was only for, like, four months – he was 17, you were 15. You only found this out when he’d come home after a pretty rough night with her. He looked pissed, lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You knew he was too old for you, that you weren’t old enough for him, more specifically – but, still, you batted those lashes of yours up at him while you asked him what was wrong.

You didn’t tell him about the way butterflies erupted in your stomach like a hundred angry guisers when he told you his girlfriend had cheated, left him for another man. 

You hugged him instead, telling him that it would be alright, telling him that she never deserved him anyway. You were the one for him, and one day he would see that.

Instead of turning to you – who had been right there all along, he had just been too blind to notice – he took his anger out on everyone else. He became cold, emotionally closed off. He became a serial heartbreaker. 

For a while, whenever you came over to Yuuji’s, his bedroom would be vacant. Open, dark, just as he had left it. For a while, he would spend his nights with faceless hookups and meaningless dates. Itadori would call you to complain about it, about how “we’re home alone for dinner tonight and Choso just walked out”.

Your heart broke, too. He just didn’t know it.

He didn’t know you were waiting for him to come to his senses, for him to see you as a woman .

You were seated in the kitchen across from Itadori enjoying another late-night snack, sharing some hearty laughter. You had always adored your conversations with him, the ‘After-Hours’ talks, as you would often refer to them. 

Your night had taken an unexpected turn when Itadori’s brother burst through the kitchen door with a giggling girl in tow. The late hour suggested that this was no ordinary visit.

Still, even though you couldn’t pry your eyes away from her, you didn’t say anything. You stayed quiet while your heart shattered into one hundred million pieces inside of your tight chest.

Itadori’s laughter had died down, giving way to an awkward silence. He greeted his brother with a smile, “Hey, bro. Who’s she?”

Choso shrugged, dark hair shifting over his eyes that seemed to glint beneath the dim lighting as he replied, “Company.”

His mischievous tone and the girl at his side left little to the imagination. Your cheeks flushed as you exchanged another quick glance with Itadori.

You felt frozen in place. You couldn’t move. No, all you could do was sit there like a dumbass and stare at him, watch the man you loved liked guide her by her hand up the stairs. 

Of course. You had been naive to think that he would wait for you. He would be 18 next year. 

He was out of your league.

Feeling the need for a momentary escape, you had excused yourself, muttering something about needing to use the bathroom. You had stood up, heart racing, and made your way up the stairs and towards the bathroom.

Conveniently, of course, it was located just down the hall from Choso’s room.

You crept down the hall slowly. As you passed by his door, you caught a sound. Something unmistakable – two people in hushed conversation uttering words in between kisses. 

“Choso, baby.” 

Another quiet kiss. Their lips separated.

“I’m ready.” 

“You brought protection?” 

Your embarrassment grew as you realized the intimate nature of the encounter happening on the other side of the door. Quickly, you averted your gaze, face burning, and ran off to the bathroom.

It took you a moment to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe the awkwardness of the whole situation. Shit, you didn’t even know how to approach him after this.

Worst of all, you didn’t even know why you were still only able to imagine it was your voice behind that door instead of hers. That it was him pressing butterfly kisses to your lips. Him asking you if you were ready for him.

With your cheeks tinged a rosey hue, you resolved to keep yourself locked away in the bathroom until the thoughts subsided.

It seemed like it was a new girl every time you came to visit. A blonde, a brunette – he didn’t seem to have a preference. Every time you would watch him walk another girl to the front door, bidding her safe travels on her way home, your hope would wither away.

But the feelings never subsided. No, even when you would spend a little more time walking past his room on your way to the bathroom to eavesdrop. Not even when you would hear hushed whispers and quiet moans from the other side and imagine what kind of lover Choso would be. Would he leave marks? Talk dirty to you? Was he a giver or a taker? 

Not even when the two of you would cross paths in the kitchen after his plans for the evening went home. He would turn to you with a knowing smirk, hair down and messy even though it did nothing to hide the red and purple love bites that littered the valley of his neck. 

And he looked so good that you often found yourself wishing it was you who had left those marks. 

It was as if he knew you were dying inside. Like something was beginning to change inside of him after all of these years. Like he took some strangely cruel pleasure in showing off to you.

No, you would have to remind yourself in vain. I’m too young for him. 

You were just a girl in his eyes. That’s what you maintained.

So you went out and retaliated by losing your V-card to some kid from your class. Well, in your head it was retaliation. He was none the wiser about it, but it gave you a sense of satisfaction knowing you were able to fuck people who weren’t him. 

Take that, Choso. 

Yuji groaned, laying spread eagle over his carpeted floor, arms spread out on either side of him. He had grown so much – you could hardly contain the way your eyes wandered from his pretty face to his new physique. Like his brother, Itadori was a well-defined man.

God picked favorites, and it wasn’t you.

There was an open notebook splayed over his face. He gripped the spine, tossing it to the side. 

“I’m over this chemistry shit,” He sighed.

You couldn’t possibly have agreed more. Still, you continued to sketch the rough outline of a circle onto the sheet of construction paper in your hand. You would need to make it perfect, just right, so that you would be able to incorporate it into your group project.

You turned the pencil over between your fingertips. “We’re gonna need more supplies.”

"Like what?" Yuuji asked, his frustration still evident. "I’m pretty sure we’ve purchased, like… every craft supply on the market."

You quirked a brow at the thought. "Scissors…?"

Yuuji pursed his lips, his brow furrowing. "I don’t have those."

"Of course you don’t," you sighed, shaking your head. "Who the hell doesn’t have scissors?"

"I lent them to Choso," he retorted with a hint of annoyance.

Your heart dropped at the mention of Choso. You couldn't help but picture his face, his body, and wondered if he was asleep. You didn't want to disturb him.

Yuuji sat up, nudging you with his foot playfully. "Hey, why don't you go over there and get them? Make some goo-goo eyes, bat your lashes. I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to you."

You hesitated for a moment, considering your options. "I'm sure I can find some in my backpack," you said instead, trying to avoid the suggestion.

"Come onnnn, you know you wanna go over there," Yuuji teased with a sly grin. He leaned in closer, cupping his hand around his mouth, and whispered, " He just got back from the gym. "

Another nudge from Yuuji finally made you relent. "Fine," you said with a playful roll of your eyes. "I’ll be back."

Only moments later, you found yourself standing in front of Choso's door, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through you as you raised your hand up to knock. You rapped twice against the wooden surface. There was a shuffling sound on the other side of the world, one that made your heartrate pick up, and then the door cracked open.

He had one earbud in his ear, the other dangling over his chest. He wore a black wife pleaser and some grey sweats that hung loose over his hips – leaving little to the imagination. He looked so strong, muscular arm braced against the doorframe while the other held it open. His waist was thin, toned, so much so that you could see it through the fabric of his shirt.

He smelled like he had just hopped out of the shower – like cherry and musk. His wet hair was done back into a messy bun. His eyes raked over your trembling form.

With a gentle, familiar grin, he said, “What’s up?”

Your throat felt dry. You swallowed anyway, with a great deal of discomfort, averting your wide-eyed gaze. Ignoring the way your eyes lingered over the pale skin of his toned navel revealed where his tank had ridden up, over the v line that dipped down into his waistband, over the neatly trimmed trail that led down south . 

“Do… Do you have scissors?” You asked him. You didn’t like how timid you sounded, or the way your stomach churned at the sight of him.

He paused for a moment, and somehow you knew he was looking at you. You were suddenly very glad you had worn a fitted v-neck tee shirt today, one that would have provided him with a bird’s eye view of your cleavage.

He’s looking at me. 

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly, stepping away from the door and into his room. You had only wandered into Choso’s quarters a few times with Yuuji, usually to steal something from him while he wasn’t home. You had never really taken the time to notice the band posters taped up over his walls, the black sheets on his bed, the clothes scattered over his floor in typical teenage boy fashion.

You poked your head in, taking a quick look around while his muscular back was turned. Ultimately, it was him you wound up gawking at, hungry eyes following the well-defined curve of his back into his slim waist, the curve of his bubble butt.

You looked away just as he had turned around. If he noticed you staring, he didn’t say anything. A red pair of scissors dangled from his curled finger. 

“Here,” was all he said, offering the tool to you. 

You didn’t know when conversations between the two of you had gotten to be so tense, so strained. It used to come effortlessly. These days, however, it seemed as if you were always trying to run away from conversation with him.

You took it from him gently, dying a bit more inside when his large fingers brushed against yours, offering a slight nod in return. “Thanks.”

16 and 18, now.

You had texted Choso asking for his help on a particularly difficult math assignment. He was older, after all, you didn’t doubt that he was better equipped to complete the homework than you were.

That was the first time you had ever hung out alone with him. Without Itadori. 

You would never forget the way the atmosphere changed when he sat close to you at the kitchen table. The way your skin prickled with electricity beneath his hesitant touch. He poked fun at you and your incompetence. You didn’t even care, not when he was sitting so close to you.

Alone.

The possibilities that filled your mind were less than holy.

Tensions were at an all time high. He had leaned over to help you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, when it finally snapped.

When you met his gaze with uncertainty in your eyes, making no real effort to put any distance between you and the man you had been pining after for so many years. In that moment, you saw it – saw him, saw that he finally looked at you as something more than just a girl.

Saw the way his gaze softened as he leaned into you. You let him get closer, close enough that his nose brushed against the tip of yours. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You remarked, even though you ached to be trapped in this moment with him a while longer.

He licked his lips, murmuring, “You’re probably right.”

Nothing compared to the delicate brush of his lips against yours as the two of you finally met in the middle, The way fireworks blew up in your gut. The way he cradled your cheek gently in the palm of his hand, crossing that unspoken boundary that the two of you had been toeing for so long.

Though you had made out with a few guys before, in your eyes, you had shared your first kiss with Choso in the kitchen that night. The first of many to come .

The summer between 16 and 17 was spent sharing secret moments with him behind doors, between appearances. 

You sat on the couch next to Itadori, trapped in the second installment of a film series the two of you had been watching yesterday. You were wearing a zip-up hoodie over your school uniform. 

You had come over to do homework. Just like yesterday, though, you wound up fucking around. 

Itadori was far too engrossed in whatever was happening on screen to notice his brother leaving the kitchen just a few feet off to the side. He looked you up and down, dark eyes reaching into your soul and picking you apart at the seams. With a barely noticeable motion, he nodded towards the stairs.

You nodded back, heart thrumming wildly in your chest.

Choso gripped the meat of your ass in his hands, throwing your legs around his waist while his mouth danced against yours. You tossed your arms around his shoulders, head reeling from how effortlessly he had picked you up. He walked the two of you backwards until your back hit the door. 

He continued to ravage you against that surface, too, tongue slipping in between your lips and exploring your mouth. You trembled against him, trying your best to keep up with him.

It felt so good – being pressed up against him, being given his attention. You wished it was more than secret kisses here and there, of course, but you would take what you could get.

“Missed you,” he hummed against your lips. 

You didn’t even care if that was the line he used on all of the other girls. In that moment, all that mattered was his lips against yours, his hands on you, his attention.

You snaked your hands up the back of his neck and into his hair, twisting some of the dark strands between your fingertips. “I should really get back soon,” You gasped, relishing in the way his kisses felt up and down your neck.

He relented, letting you down. You pressed one more chaste kiss to his lips.

“Didn’t mean to keep ‘ya,” he chuckled lowly, breaths still heavy from the makeout session you had been having only seconds before. He nodded towards the door behind you. “Get back out there.”

You nodded wordlessly, opening the door. With one final smile, you slipped behind it. You felt like you were floating as your legs carried you down the stairs and into the living room. You didn’t even care how disheveled you looked.

Thankfully, Yuuji didn’t notice the way you were wiping your mouth on the back of your hand as you plopped onto the couch beside him. He also didn’t notice when his brother wandered down the stairs a few minutes later, or the way he smiled knowingly at you before disappearing into the kitchen.

You were 17 when Choso left for college. He was 19 when his brother had thrown him a going-away party.

There were 10 of you in the living room, a few of Yuuji and his childhood friends all gathered around the coffee table. A movie was on. Some of them were engrossed in a card game in the corner of the room. 

You and Choso lingered behind the group, situated comfortably on the couch behind all of the action. He was sitting so close that your thighs brushed against his, so close that it felt like he, too, wanted to savor the moment before interacting with you became a rarity. Before he moved out and started a new life somewhere hours away.

He didn’t voice any of these feelings, keeping his dark eyes unreadable and steady on the movie that Yuji had put on in the background. Selena Gomez was playing from a speaker somewhere behind the couch.

You almost wanted to lean your head on his shoulder. Almost. Never mind the fact that everyone would see it.

You distinctly remember the way he shifted closer to you when you pulled out a blanket. You let him make the bold move, seemingly unfazed by the potential audience only feet away from the two of you. 

He tossed the plush blanket over his legs. The lights were dim. Dim enough that they wouldn’t see the way your face flushed at the proximity.

Sixteen minutes passed. You felt like you were going to explode.

Somewhere along the way, though it’s all a bit fuzzy now, you remember feeling his hand creep down beneath the blanket to rest on your thigh. You fought to remain composed, even though the darkness undoubtedly shrouded whatever it was that Choso was planning to do.

He lingered over the skin on your thighs left bare by the shorts you had chosen to wear. His finger traced over you, igniting fire in your nerves. Again, you said nothing, letting him go about tracing shapes on your thigh while his face remained stoic and composed.

You glanced between him and the blanket. You couldn’t see the imprint of his hand moving, somehow, but you could practically feel the heat radiating from beneath it when his index finger slipped between your thighs. 

19 years old. Two years had never seemed so far apart. When he was the age you were now, you recalled his voice being quite a few pitches higher. The same voice that had dropped even lower over the last year, now drawing you closer to him as he murmured into your ear, “Can I touch you?”

Parting your legs infinitesimally, you wordlessly granted him entrance. His fingers dipped down, ghosting over your cotton panties in a way that had you wondering how well of a disguise the dim lighting really was.

“What if they see us?” You had whispered back, even quieter. None of them had bothered to turn back. Even still, you wondered if one of them had X-Ray vision.

His voice seemed even deeper as it vibrated against your side. “You’ll be quiet for me, won’t you?”

The moment his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, you knew you were in no position to disagree.

Yuuji and his friends were none the more wiser. Yuji didn’t notice when you whined quietly, letting him slip two fingers into your aching cunt, or when his brother worked you open on his fingers. 

He didn’t notice when the two of you had left to make out heatedly in the pantry, right against the box of assorted chips, right where anyone could walk in, turn on the light, and see you there pressed up against him disappeared to the pantry for ten minutes. 

Though the moment you returned to see him glancing at you with a curious brow raised, you knew he had finally caught on. Even if he didn’t say anything about it.

It would be another three months before you would see Choso again.

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Lance Stroll x HornerDaughter! BFF Smut.

Ok this is loosely based of an audio linked by @2-fast-2-curious because she’s doing gods work out here with her F1 audio masterlist, I’m not sure if I should link the actual audio I don’t wanna steal anything, but anyway here’s some Lance smut so 18+. warning: explicit content, intoxication, funny drunken arguments, masturbation, unprotected sex, unexpected sex, creampie, oral, admission of feelings? probs not a warning but yolo. I LOVE writing as reader being Horner’s daughter it’s just fun ok. Reader and Lance are besties and have been for a while but they reunite and something clicks between them, anyway enjoy…

Partying it up in Monaco was probably the pinnacle of my life. Nothing could get better than being 22 and dancing on a yacht with all of your closest friends. Promiscuous Girl was blaring through the speakers as the yacht began its way back to dock in the harbour. It was a Saturday night and the expensive town of Monte Carlo was bustling. Vibrant nights exploded through the night sky and vibrations of all kinds of music spread through my body.

“Should you be up there?!” Lance asked, one of my closest friends as he stared up to me on the back of the drivers platform. “No.” I giggled, “c’mon, let’s get you down.” He held his hands out, helping me down off the side. “We’re going back to Jaspers, are you coming?” He questioned as I jumped, a little uneasy on my feet as the boat rocked slightly.

“We’re going back to Jaspers? And not a club?!” I almost burst out laughing, out of everywhere to choose from we were going back to a house party- equivalent to afters? “Yeah, I don’t know why.” Lance shook his head, watching me for a second before scanning around the boat. When he turned away I stole a glimpse before mimicking his action of watching all our friend. The good majority of us had known each other for a good 10+ years, now we were all back in Monaco to celebrate nothing particular, it felt like a school reunion. “Aren’t you glad to be back with everyone?” I then nudged the Canadian who I’d known since being a child. “Yeah, it’s kinda weird. Everything feels normal again.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean…” I faintly muttered, gazing into the distance. “You’re so corny, you know!” I then teased, jabbing his side. “Hey, you asked!” He playfully knocked me back as we engaged in a gentle scuffle. “You’re the one person I hoped wasn’t coming to this party!” He joked as I gasped, “and you’re the one person I want to push overboard!” With a gentle shove back, Lance giggled cheekily, holding my arms still.

“Get your dirty hands off me. I don’t know where they’ve been.” I teased, firmly crossing my arms across my chest. “You don’t even wanna know, miss Horner.”

“You’re right, I don’t… I’m gonna go get a drink before we dock, you coming?” “Sure…”

Soon enough we docked, and the main bulk of us went to Jasper’s house. I mainly lingered around my closest girls, piling into the bathroom, sitting in the bathtub, having deep conversations in the tub one minute and then dancing the next. It was just like how it felt when we were all 16. I’d always eagerly tried to recreate my teenage years, missing the freedom and carefree attitude I always had, so the whole nice was like a free cure for any of my problems. At one point, Jasper and Kiran, butted heads. They were way too drunk, and you just know when their shirts off and their ego’s were inflated, there’d be trouble. “Nah bro, you’re still the same as school.” Jasper waved him off, Kiran frowning, squint growing as he got progressively more angry. Kiran and Jasper went to the same international school in the south of France, they always fought. They’d fight over girls, alcohol, cars, money, and when there was nothing to fight over they’d fight over nothing.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The Italian responded as a few of us gathered, waiting for the entertainment to start. “You’re still a prick mate, you act like a fucking 16 year old.” “Oh, here we go…” Somebody muttered from besides me, I glanced up to see Lance and a smile grew. “What are they fighting over now?”

“Erm, something to do with shoes and alcohol bottles, I don’t even know.” I waved it off. “Nice.” Lance, along with about six more of us stood and watched the argument progress until the men were almost head butting one another.

“Maybe I should stop this now…” Lance comically sighed. “Or maybe I should wait for it to get physical.” Within seconds it got physical. “Oh shit.” Lance flew forwards and others attempted to break up the fight. It was comical, drunken fights always were so dramatic, it made me laugh. I stood there and laughed out loud, I must’ve looked so unhelpful but when masculine men got all fragile and crazy it was funny. The fight caused the party to end, probably at the right time, many people were staying there, but with my family’s house nearby, I thought it would be best just to head back. “Oh you’re leaving?!” My friend Molly exclaimed.

“I’m going to bed.” I yawned, my sobriety taking over and exhausting me. “What? You’re not staying over here?!” She exclaimed. “I was gonna go to my bed.” I was then met with a chorus of complaints pleading me to stay as it would be ‘just like old times’. What I didn’t expect was to be stuffed on a sheet on the floor in a room where the air-con was blasting me to death. I was in my underwear and one of Jasper’s shirts, trying to bunch up as much blanket as possible but Naomi, who I slept besides, rolled over and took them all. After an hour or so the sleep wouldn’t come, so I excused myself (silently) and just stood in the hallway shuddering slightly. I suppose it wasn’t too late to go home, it was nearing 4:30AM and sleep would be non existent, unless I found somebody who actually had a bed to themselves. I turned lightly seeing the door to Lance’s room on the bottom floor open, swiftly I patted down the stairs with a quiet giggle knowing I could bug him enough to sleep in the bed. We used to share all the time when we were younger, so to me it wasn’t such a big deal.

Creeping in, I nudged open the door to see Lance’s face lit up with the reflection of his face. “Hey..” he whispered, a smile growing as he dropped his phone to one side. “Can I come in?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure. Shut the door behind you.” He pushed himself up a little to reveal he was shirtless. Again, no big deal, right? I giggled, closing the door behind me as he patted the bed besides him. “Couldn’t sleep?” He questioned. “No, I was on the floor and Naomi was hogging the covers.” I tucked my legs up under me on the bed, facing him directly. “Unlucky. You cold? Come get under.” The Canadian hushed, budging up as I felt the relief of slipping under the blankets, warm from where he’d been laying.

“Why’re you awake?” I then questioned pulling them all the way up over my shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep. Hey, this is like old times again isn’t it?” He nudged softly, the warm of his arm brushing against the cool of mine with a hiss. “You’re so cold, c’mere.” He wrapped his arm around me, sinking down into the sheets as we borderline cuddled. “Now it’s like old times.” I pointed out as he giggled again. “Oh yeah? We used to do this a lot, didn’t we?” Expect now it felt different. Lance and I were no longer awkward and frigid 16 year olds, he had muscles, I had boobs, there was extra parts pushing against extra parts and it made me feel… different.

“I know, back when we were both frigid.” I whispered knocking into his chest which my arm laid across. Lance let out a laugh a little too loud in return. “We both were weren’t we..” He then sighed as I let out a giggle before a comfortable silence took over us. “This bed is so much comfier.” I muttered, staring into the darkness of the bedroom. Truthfully, there was something a lot more intimate about sharing a bed with Lance all these years later. “You’re a lot comfier than you used to be.” I nuzzled up, my chest pressing up against his side. “Me? Really, why?” “Muscles.” I squeezed at his bicep playfully as he swatted me away when the action must’ve been ticklish. “Yeah well, you’ve got tits now, didn’t you used to be like a waterboard?!” He fired back playfully as I choked out a gasp, attempting to push at him but his hands grasped mine.

“I had small ones, thank you very much!” Lance laughed at my response. “Oh, what the fuck.” He quickly spoke, arm falling back around me and resting softly on my upper back. “What?” I giggled, pushing up. Our faces were super close and for the first time in forever I felt something spark up inside of me. Lance’s smile softened as his eyes roamed over my face before down to my chest.

“Who’s shirt is that?” “My boyfriends.” I lied as Lance shifted quickly. “I’m kidding. It’s Jaspers!” My eyes widened. “Oh.” There was an evident relief on his face and in that moment I felt my knee knock against his leg. “I had no shirt to sleep in, but it’s kinda… uncomfortable.” The shirt was scratchy, it was drowning me and I most definitely couldn’t sleep in it. “Why don’t you take it off?” Lance glanced up and down to my propped up state. His words were quick and I could see the slight worry that twitched in his eye after he answered. “Take it off? Now?” My breath was hitched as the two of us stared back to each other.

“Yeah…” Lance didn’t break eye contact as my lips stretched out into a grin at his seriousness. “What? Shut the fuck up, I’m being serious.” He joked as I smirked down, fiddling with the hem of it.

“But I’m not wearing anything under…” “Oh you’re not?” Lance seemed on edge, eyes constantly dropping down. The peaks of my nipples were pressed up against the fabric and if he looked close I swore he could see the outline of my piercings.

“No…” I whispered gently as his free hand slid forwards, fiddling with the end of my shirt. It seemed to happen in an instant that my top was off and my breasts were exposed. I giggled, covering them slightly as I laid back, Lance propped to the side of me. “Don’t go all shy!” He chuckled. “I’m not, I’m not.” I pushed them together slightly, feeling Lances eyes fixated on them. I knew I was getting turned on, I wondered if he felt the same? There was an undeniable tension between us and I was shocked that we’d actually crossed the barrier of being ‘just friends’. “You’ve got really good tits.” His voice lowered, as I scanned over his body. “Your turn.” Except the only thing he was wearing was his underwear. With a smile, Lance pushed his hands under the hem of his Calvin Kleins, freeing himself but he was hidden under the duvet. “What’re we doing right now?” He quickly laughed to himself as I giggled, arching my back slightly. “Is this weird?” He then muttered, hand disappearing under the covers. “I don’t know, is it?”

“No… what’d you- uh, want me to do?” Lance quietly asked, almost shyly. “I don’t want you to do anything.” I teased, giggling as I glanced down. “You just said take them off!” By the looks of it they were already half off. “I know!” “Fuck it… now I’m fully naked and you’re not!” He pointed out. “You want me to take my underwear off?” My heart was beating rapidly as I laid against the pillow, gazing up to him. His hand brushed against my naked waist, resulting in me swallowing harshly.

“Yeah, I want you to..” his voice was so gentle I barely heard it. I looked down, my hands sliding under the band of my thongs feeling his hand meeting mine and pushing them off, exposing me completely. I felt the blood rush to my core as I squeezed my legs together, looking back up to him with a smile.

“What do you wanna do now?” I lightly asked. “I dunno- you wanna kiss me?” To this I burst out laughing. “Fine! We won’t kiss!” He chuckled, placing a hand on my stomach.

“Wouldn’t that make it weird?” I dumbly asked, becoming lost at the sensation of his large hand sprawled across my stomach and hip bone. “What and this wouldn’t?” He muttered, fingers grazing over my skin as I inhaled deeply.

“No.” I swallowed, glancing down to where Lance’s hand had slipped off me and onto himself. “What’re you having a wank or something?” I teased. “No, I’m just… I’m fucking hard.” He admitted as I felt a blush rise on my face.

“Why?”

“Why? Cos you’re naked and fucking hot as fuck right now.” He spoke as I smiled, “you wanna touch yourself?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Lance borderline whined as I felt his movements begin under the covers. I bit down on my finger, giggling deviously as butterflies erupted in my lower stomach. I didn’t think I’d been this turned on in a long long time- and it was over one of my lifelong friends? I always knew Lance was hot, but not this hot.

“Touch yourself as well, it’s only fair.” He panted out a laugh as my fingers slipped down. The minute I made contact with my clit I felt relief, applying pressure to my throbbing pussy. “Fuck.” Lance uttered, mesmerised as his eyes wandered over me, his jaw slightly hung slack as he jittered as his hand moved a little quicker.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” I snickered, hearing him hum out a laugh. “Can I touch you?” He then questioned, making me slightly nervous. “Yeah.” God, I wanted him to, the room felt red hot with tension. Lance’s hand slid over my tits, giving them a squeeze slightly before moving down to my pussy. He didn’t waste anytime, I was getting wetter by the second, and when his fingers touched me I let out a soft gasp at the sensation. My best friend was touching me so intimately, the more I watched him, the more shocked I was, it felt fucking great, the adrenaline was pumping inside of me and I felt desperate for Lance. I was trying to keep quiet, and also keep my composure, but Lance was too fucking good at this. “I need to taste you, fuck.” He shifted, sliding to the end of the bed as I covered my mouth with my arm, choking out a moan.

Lance was like a fucking god as he ate me out. His mouth was so warm against my pussy and he physically moaned as he licked and sucked over my clit. “Fuck- I can’t believe you’re so good at this.”

“Yeah… you wanna return the favour?” He teased. “Yeah.” I seriously whined. “Yeah?” He kissed my upper pubic bone as I lifted my head, nodding with a gentle breath. Lance switched our positions around, scraping my hair back gently as I smiled, shyly moving forwards.

“Is this weird?” I asked, his cock literally in my hand. “No.” He seemed tense. “Just go slow or I might bust too quick.”

“Really?” I slowly tugged on his member, teasing over the smooth skin as he let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, don’t laugh.” He nudged my shoulder as I giggled, moving down and wrapping my lips around his cock. Hearing Lance moan as I pleasured him with my mouth was something I never expected. It felt so dirty and raunchy, it turned me on even more. The way his arms trembled as he gripped the bed sheets, sliding his fingers through my hair, or when he pleaded for me to slow down.

“Fuck, don’t cum!” I laughed, swiping my thumb against the corner of my mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that, oh my god…” he sounded so turned on, his voice was low and sultry, pulling me by the arms on top of him. “I wanna fuck you, can I fuck you?” He was wide eyes, scanning over my own.

“Yeah.” I was breathless, reaching for his cock as I eased it inside myself, the two of us letting out a sigh in pleasure. It had been so long since anybody had fucked me, and the fact it was Lance made everything feel 10x better.

“Oh my god.” I moaned as I bounced ontop of him. “Oh fuck, baby, bounce on my cock, like that.”

“Lance.” I whined in response as he hummed, holding onto either side of my hips. “You feel so good.” His head tipped back with a moan as I lifted my hips, bouncing on my knees on top of his cock.

“So do you.” I panted, the sound of our skin slapping and the bed creaking filling the room. We continued like that for a few more minutes, Lance pulled me down, our faces inches apart as he fucked into me. “Fuck, I’ve needed this so bad.” He groaned, his hips slapping into mine as I let out an open mouthed moan, his hand sliding up the back of my head.

“Kiss me, fuck y/n, kiss me.” Lance begged as I pressed my lips against his firmly. It felt so good, the kiss was so heated and desperate, it spurred the sex on further.

“Fuck, my legs.” I groaned, “lazy.” Lance teased as I scoffed. “Shut up or I’ll stop.” He smirked, flipping us around as the bed creaked under out movements. There was movement outside the other room, footsteps drawing closer and moving past the room as Lance and I stared back to each other in amusement. “Sh, sh, sh.” He hushed, looking towards the door. I giggled, bucking my hips up playfully.

“They’re going to the bathroom.” He whispered, turning down and laughing, purposefully pinning his hips up against mine to the bed. The movements started again, slowly. I could hear whoever was in the toilet flushing the toilet and the run of the tap, until we heard the bedroom door close again it was a mission to stay quiet. “Fuck me properly now, fuck me.” I pleaded with Lance, wrapping my arms over his shoulder as he spread my legs wider, beginning to thrust into me once again. Our quiet moans filled the room, his cock pushed up deep inside of me as his balls slapped against my skin.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this, oh my god.” He laughed as I giggled, pulling him in for another kiss. “I wanted you for so long.” He admitted as I let out another moan, muffling it with another kiss. “Fuck me, fuck me.” The sex continued, in doggy, spooning, back in missionary, it felt like we were at it for ages.

“Can you cum like this?” Lance questioned, voice on edge as he held me close. “Not like this.” I admitted, he didn’t hesitate to move down and pleasure me with his mouth again.

It didn’t take long before he was pushing me over the edge, giving me the first ever orgasm from oral ever. I felt like I was in bliss, and after a few more thrusts inside of me, Lance was jerking himself over my stomach and tits, spilling his cum with a bitten back groan.

“Fuck, fuck.” The Canadian man tossed his head back, falling forwards on top of me, kissing me deeply as I hummed against his lips, scraping my hand through his messy hair. “You were so fucking good.” I cooed as he let out a husky hum, continuing to keep his lips against mine.

“So were you. Fuck, I’ve been in love with you for so long…” his words startled me, a warmth spreading through me as I gasped out. “Have you?” He pushed up on top of me, lingering there as he nodded shyly.

“I think- I think I love you too…”

[nicomoon69]

need to hear your berkon headcanons I've been starving for months and you always have the best takes

hsgdhdhg ur too sweet omgg!! ask and you shall receive:

- Kon yaps a lot of ‘secret’ I nformation (industry insiders or stuff he can hear) to Bernard and helps him build ‘conspiracy theories’. you will often find them telling one telling the other some crazy information who then gives their detailed thoughts on everything the other said

- they have like a lot of those stupid corny matching shirts from when they go out thrifting together (ex: ‘she’s my sweet potato’ ‘I yam’, the heart locker ones with ‘I love my bf/gf’ but its a random person they don’t know)

- Bernard does Kon’s piercings (he has high school bathroom piercing experience) and Kon has drawn a few ideas for Bernard’s tattoos (only once did Bernard get what Kon drew exactly tattooed on him which was a little sun on his hip (and to sneak in a little timberkon there’s a little moon Tim drew on his other hip))

- they are banned from game nights because they kept trying to cheat (Kon using TTK when they were playing jenga was the final straw)

- they’re emo4emo (don’t let the blond hair or the spiky leather jacket fool you) and at some point their band shirts got mixed so they will never know what belongs to who

- they can never decide on whether they’re clingy or hate pda so sometimes they’ll literally be folded into the other, you turn away for a few seconds and when you look back they’ll be at opposite ends of the room

- Bernard doesn’t like to admit it but one of his main love languages is receiving gifts so Kon will always bring Bern little things from when he’s away because he knows Bernard likes it but doesn’t know how/want to ask for it

- Bernard in turn always prepared very nice meals for when Kon’s over and after meeting the Kents also adding at least one dish he learnt from Martha. they’re very loves to cook x loves to eat

- they quit going on dates after two or three and mostly just chill at Bernard’s apartment, sometimes not speaking more than a few words to each other and just enjoying that they’re in each other’s company

- they’re those people who will look at each other have some sort of silent communication and then burst out laughing for the next few minutes

- they troll people on twitter. a lot. (something something they made robin x superboy rp accounts)

- they keep breaking the few things that Bernard has in his appartement by accident because they become 100x clumsier in each other’s presence

[rzyraffek]

Heya :3

Could you do something where the Sinclair Brothers, Brahms, Billy Lenz give flowers to their s/o? (She/her pronouns use, please!)

Thank you! Have a good day/night

Aww cute idea🥰 i did similar before, with s/o giving them flowercrowns so i recomend checking it out!!

She/her, sfw, Request Open

Slashers giving flowers to their s/o

Bo Sinclair

Will give her little buquet of red roses and say something corny like "sure those flowes are pretty but you are way prettier"

Expects smooches and complements after giving her flowers

He had to drive to another city to get them cuz theres no flowershops in Ambrose

Lester Sinclair

Dude probably was doing his job, driving and dumping some animal carcas when he saw pretty meadow full of flowers, and he got as muc has posible and put them in truck (the truck was clean dont worry)

He gonna cary this huge pile of flowers to her and be like "i know its not much but their reminded me of you🥺"

Corny asf

The flowers look and smell wonderful

Vincent Sinclair

Bros will give her one singular flower

Tbh he seems like person who enjoyd gardening so it might be possible that he grew this little flower himself!

Bonus points if he gave her alive flower in pot! Yall can name it, take care of it, anything really

Billy Lenz

He either stole them from some girl he was stalking or he just found it growing in somones garden and just casually took it

Wont even clean his hands, just take flower from ground and run to home "billy has gift! Pretty gift"

When s/o gives him smooches and kind words he gonna bring more flowers next time! Loves when she puts those flowers in vase on table so they can stay alive more time👽 loves the compasion

Live laugh love billy lenz

Brahms Heelshire

100% allergic to pollen

This dude will die faster than go outside

But if s/o really likes flowers he will agree to have one room that she can put pots and other gardening stuff there?? But only becasue he doesnt want her to get out of home! He rather be sneezing than worring about her disapearing

Likes how flowers look and loves to dry them!

Dry flowers dont produce pollen so he is okay with them

Micheal Myers

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Our guy will come home at 4am, covered in blood, wake her up, ignore her questioning him about anything, and just give her lil flower he found in middle of nowhere. Thats all you can go back to sleep now

Will expect her to thank him and be all like "omg thanky babi that's so nice of you"🙄

Robbed flowershop once

[vigilantethot]

Miguel O’Hara Crushing On You

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!spider!reader

A/N: just a lil fluff that I felt like writing. Hope you enjoy :)) thinking about doing a holiday fluff series, lmk what you guys think about that. its a lil NFSW but nothing too crazy

He's definitely not going to make it known to you that he has a crush on you. 

You two are basically co-workers, and it would be very unprofessional to act on a crush… right? 

You were recruited to join the Spider Society only a couple months ago, and ever since Miguel laid eyes on you, he was hooked. 

He tried to not make it obvious, he would only steal glances and check you out when he was sure you wouldn’t notice. 

He loved to ask you to pick something up for him just to check out your ass.

After some time, he couldn’t help but manipulate situations to bring you closer to him. 

He starting assigning you to join him on every mission. He just wanted to get to know you better. You two worked very well together, and he enjoyed your company. He even laughed at your corny jokes and quips, much to the surprise of his other coworkers. He never laughed at corny jokes.  

He would offer to train with you, as he had much more experience with the hero thing than you did. 

He definitely didn't have any ulterior motives, like wanting to feel your skin against his, and to feel you sweat and pant against him as he pinned you down, even if it was just for a few seconds. 

If you get injured on a mission, he will stay by your side the whole time, grumpy and mean because “you should have been more careful!”

He would also bring you a heated blanket and be at your beck and call while you healed.

At first, you brush off his hovering as him just being a tough boss. 

But things started to get weird. 

As time passes, Miguels affection for you only gets stronger and he struggles to keep his cool.

There was one incident where he caught another Spider-man flirting with you at lunch, arm draped over your shoulder and whispering in your ear, making you giggle. 

He glared at you two the entire time, hand squeezing the glass cup in his hand until it broke. 

The sound of glass breaking made everyone around him look in his direction, and he just got up and left the cafeteria, embarrassed. 

He shut himself in his office all day, thinking he could drown himself in his work to forget about you. 

He was unsuccessful of course, he just ended up looking at videos of you.

You were oblivious to his crush on you. You thought he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, but his cold and standoffish demeanor made you think he merely tolerated you. 

You couldn’t be more wrong though, he was absolutely head over heels for you at this point. 

There was another embarrassing incident in which you had him pinned during training, legs straddling him and his hands over his head. 

You were proud of yourself for finally being able to get the upper hand on him in training, you didn't even notice the boner that was growing beneath you. Miguel quickly made you get off him and stormed off, you thought you hurt his ego by pinning him that way, and you felt bad. So you decided to go to the locker room to apologize. 

You approached the door to the mens locker room, lifting your hand to push it open, until you heard some strange noises. 

Wet noises, with some grunting and whimpers of your name mixed in there.

You quickly covered your mouth, not wanting him to hear you and be even more embarrassed. So you silently walked away and went back home, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward. 

Miguel avoided you for a while after that, but you wanted to tease him a little. 

You’re next training session was coming up, so you opted to put on the tiniest, tightest shorts and just a sports bra.

Miguel almost passed out when he saw your attire, and he was sweating before the training session began. 

He barely kept it together the whole session, face red and flustered as he pinned you and you pinned him. 

He ran out of the room the second your session was over adjusting himself, and you smiled to yourself. He did like you. 

You started coming around to Spider HQ much more often. You liked Miguel a lot, and you knew he felt the same way. 

You started bringing him little gifts, a plushie that you crocheted to look exactly like a miniature Miguel in his spider suit. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to the gift, his face going red and him looking down at it shyly. You had never seen him act so shy before. 

He brought you things too, like the time he went searching from dimension to dimension for a candy bar you said you were craving but you couldn’t find anywhere anymore.

When he gave you the gift, you pulled him in for a bone squeezing hug, squealing and saying thank you over and over, and he just wanted to melt in your arms. You were so adorable. 

When he saw how you lit up, so appreciative that he got a little candy bar for you, he knew he wanted to make you feel like that forever. He knew he had to make you his. 

[inglourious-imagines]

practically begging for some george luz w/ enemies to lovers. everyone always writes amazing friends to lovers but there’s sm potential w e2l !!! love ur writing btw xx

Jokes on You (George Luz x Fem!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Summary: George Luz is a funny guy, there is absolutely no denying that. He likes making jokes, and he likes it even more when people laugh at them. So what happens when there comes a person who makes just as good jokes as George? Or maybe even better? Some enemies to lovers for y’all.

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Warnings: like two swear words, angst in the form of Bastogne

A/N: I so suck at endings.

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Cracking jokes and making people laugh is George’s thing and his only, that’s how it’s always been. He is the funny guy in the group, that’s how he likes to define himself, the funny one. But to define is to limit and George has made the mistake of limiting himself to clinging to one particular personality trait, humour.

And then Y/N came along; about four months into the boot camp Y/N got reassigned from Dog Company to Easy Company for reasons no one knew, except for Lewis Nixon perhaps. George did not start hating her per say right from the moment he met her, but ever since she beat him to the joke when watching his favourite movie he’s strongly despised her. From then on, the feelings only got stronger; she’s always making the whole Company laugh, some of the jokes even on his account which George does not like one bit, hell she even managed to make Blithe chuckle that one day after D-Day.

Y/N had no idea what she triggered by her naturally jokester nature until she had to face a very pissed off George after she blabbed some joke about some actress and then a very pissed off George is the only kind of George she has had the privilege of meeting. The woman has pondered greatly about what she could have possibly done to anger the man so, but nothing came to mind and she soon gave up. George continued and stubbornly continues to be rude to her so she should only repay his “kindness”.

After Carentan, the word of Operation Market Garden is in the air and the Allies are particularly optimistic. Easy is in the pub, celebrating its successes in the war, while some reinforcements are trying to mingle. Y/N is watching it all from behind, the old breed not wanting to socialize with the newbies at all and sometimes the situations can get truly hilarious.

Somehow, in a few minutes, she finds herself behind a table with Luz, Malarkey, Muck and other three reinforcements who are just drinking up George’s story about his valour in Normandy. Her lips itch upwards from now and then, George’s drunkenness making it all the more amusing. Y/N can tell the new guys are impressed and somewhat terrified as well and one of them puts a pin on it when he asks Luz, “And what rank are you?”

The table sits in silence for a moment, for absolutely no one expected such question, not even the other reinforcements, then Malarkey and Muck burst out laughing, almost tipping over their beers.

Y/N chuckles, reaches over, and pats the guy’s arm. “Oh c’mon, it is Private!”

That absolutely finishes off Don and Skip, Skip eventually falls off his chair, the reinforcements are now laughing too; the mood slightly more friendly and at ease than before. Not for everyone though.

George is red to his ears, as he frowns. “The joke wasn’t that good. And it’s not even true.”

Donald is hiccupping now but manages to answer, “A- a bit c- corny, yes, but f-fucking b-brilliant.”

***

At this point the Company is divided into two parts only, one part bets on the two of them killing each other and the other parts bets on them fucking; which it will be is truly in the stars for George and Y/N are face to face again, both of them red in the cheeks from all the anger, both of them shouting some incoherent insults, and as Penkala has put it, “See? Honestly I can really see both happening. They will either kill each other or fuck, there is absolutely nothing in between.”

But then Market Garden happens, an underestimated operation, that leaves behind too many dead than it should and when all of Easy is boarded on trucks, retreating, the company is two people short.

Bull Randleman and Y/N Y/L/N.

The officers discuss what can be done, and despite all of the men wanting to go and save the two of the best soldiers in the company, they know they can’t. And exactly that is making George Luz lose his mind. He can’t really understand why he is so restless, anxious, and downright terrified throughout the whole night; he tosses and turns, he is not able to bring himself to close his eyes.

But then in the morning he sees Y/N on the jeep next to Bull and suddenly he feels like he could fly and go to Berlin and kill Hitler, just so he could see the carefree smile on her face.

It clicks in him just then, and Malarkey pats his shoulder. “So, you’ve finally figured it out, huh?”

George turns to him, confused. “What?”

Malarkey laughs, shaking his head, and says, “Don’t play dumb with me, you idiot, I saw it just now.”

As much as George would like to answer his friend, he truly has no idea what he is talking about, and when that dawns on Donald, he offers George a sympathetic smile.

“Okay, let me put your thoughts to words, ‘cause you’re such an oblivious idiot that you probably wouldn’t figure it out by the time this motherfucking war is over,” Malarkey continues, “you don’t hate her, do you, not really.”

It is not even a question, more of a statement, and George really wants to protest, more than anything, because it is ridiculous, right?

***

The plan to be home by Christmas isn’t really working out for the Allies but the soldiers of Easy Company have already forgotten about those false hopes, they aren’t the ones to be bothered with when you freeze your ass off in a foxhole in the middle of a forest where the trees blow up every now and then and the place becomes a tornado.

Y/N shares a foxhole with Muck and Penkala, the trio trying to lighten up their gloomy moods with laughter. But even Y/N is running out of jokes now, so when doc Roe runs up to them, asking for scissors, she’s more than happy to go look for them with him too, the need to stretch her stiff and frozen body overpowering her whole self.

She’s just a couple of meters away from her foxhole when another German artillery attack comes and the whole forest becomes a hurricane of explosions, splinters, and blood. The soldier throws herself to the ground, crawling her way, slowly, back to her foxhole, Muck and Penkala shouting something at her she can’t hear, encouraging her to hurry up.

Dirt is everywhere, she barely can see, she covers her ears and head with her hands as another hit comes; she continues right after the explosion, crawling, crawling, crawling.

Muck and Penkala are still shouting at her, she is getting closer; Y/N can hear another artillery attack coming but this time she doesn’t stop proceeding, she knows she has to get into the foxhole soon, so she keeps on pushing.

The explosion comes. Everything goes white for a moment. The pressure wave makes her stop moving, and she is forced to close her eyes and cover her head with her hands.

She opens her eyes. There is nothing.

Seconds ago, there were two people, now there is nothing, nothing left, not a single trace that there have ever human beings stood.

Y/N can’t bring herself to move, she stares blankly into the space before her, her limbs are stiff. But then some arms grab her body, she can hear someone shouting at her.

3 seconds. That’s all it takes her to get back. She holds on to George’s arms as they run together to another foxhole, jumping right in. He immediately brings her into his body, she wraps her arms around his torso instinctively, holding onto him so tight, her head resting on his chest. George shields her body from everything outside and when the bombing finally stops, they don’t let go of each other for another few moments.

It isn’t until a few years after the war and they are married to each other, when they finally talk about what happened that day in the forest of Bois Jacques, not a day sooner. Ever since then, their relationship has been changed, both very much aware of it, neither of them brave enough to bring it up just yet.

It is in Haguenau, where they finally share a conversation. George finds her on her own, behind some building, hiding behind some sacks, looking at the river. He throws a Hershey bar into her lap and when she looks up in confusion, he offers her a warm tired smile.

“What did I do to deserve the affection of the one and only George Luz?” she tries to crack up a joke and chuckles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. George knows Y/N is exhausted beyond words.

He sits down next to her, as he opens his mouth to say something, but he rethinks it in the last second and nothing comes out. They sit out there for a few minutes, sharing the silence and strangely enough, it feels nice. George finally does not feel the need to talk all the time, the need to prove himself funny or worthy of other people’s attention.

“Have you ever been to Rhode Island?” he suddenly blurts out, surprising himself and her at the choice of the question.

Y/N smiles, doesn’t ask why or what. “No, never.”

“Then come with me.”

This time she asks what.

“After the war I mean, come home after the war with me.”

“But- but, you-“ she stutters, her cheeks slightly red, “but you hate me.”

George chuckles at that and looks at her. She has bags under her eyes that are a bit bloodshot (she hasn’t slept much in the last few days), her hair is dirty from dirt and sweat, her face has several scratches and marks, his eyes finds the most visible one just below her left cheekbone (he recalls that day in Carentan when a piece of shrapnel hit her and the wound looked way worse then it actually was for she had blood all over her left side of face, freaking out silently has never been so hard – he hadn’t known at that time what will come). He has never seen anything to maddeningly and purely beautiful as her.

“I thought I did, a very long time ago,” he says, “but actually I never did. I don’t hate you. How could I?”

Y/N looks at him and through all the pain, horror, and grief, she feels peace. It surprises her.

And so she responds, “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I will come home with you. How could I not?”

[sserajeans]

you are in love | 51. the christmas fair pt. 1 (written)

the christmas fair was an annual tradition for the small town. the same way it was snhs' tradition to have "confession season" around the holidays, it was also tradition to bring dates for the christmas fair. not necessarily romantic ones, but the tickets were good for 2 to encourage company and joy during the season.

now, the fair was very much loud and very much eventful. it was the thing going on in town, and almost everyone was gonna be there within the days it’d be open. from food, to items, to even attractions like the ferris wheel, the fair had it all.

because of its loud nature though, y/n could already hear the faint sound of music and screams as she parked in front of danielle’s house (pestering hyein to move to the back from the passenger’s seat).

just in time, the korean-australian opened the front door, bid her older sister goodbye, and turned around to face lee y/n.

everyone was dressed for the weather; danielle in a turtle neck and bubble jacket, y/n in her “corny” hoodie under the brand new trench hyein bought (surprisingly under budget). the fact that they argued last minute before leaving made hyein sigh, realizing that this was one of the moments were her older sister was really just some high school jock deep down in her core.

"hi." y/n stood straight from leaning against the outside of the car, approaching danielle on the sidewalk. 

the girl smiled, just the sound of her voice could make anyone feel warm inside. "hi! let's get going? your sister and your friends look freezing."

y/n chuckled and guided her date around the car, not forgetting to open the passenger's door for her. "don't worry about them, they'll be fine."

the ’05 liner playfully rolled her eyes as y/n shut the door (gently) and walked over to the other side to start up the car. as she was the last stop, danielle’s house wasn't too far from the fair, so after a few minutes of small talk and a lot of luck with parking, the five waited by the ticketing gate of the fair.

“where are your friends, hyeni?”

"they said they'd just pick me up here with the spare ticket."

"okay... i can wait for them to come before i go in.”

“what? no! you have your date, unnie. plus, i think i can see minji-unnie from the inside…” and fair enough, standing on her tiptoes, y/n could take a glimpse of minji, wonyoung, and everyone else. “wait… is that wonyoung-unnie?! are they hol-“

“okay that’s enough! text me when you wanna go home, okay?”

with jiwoo and kyujin in front of them, y/n pushed the group forward to avoid spilling minji’s business to hyein, danielle walking beside her. y/n stuffed her hands in her jacket pockets, allowing danielle to link her left arm with the older's right as they made their way to the fountain in the middle of the fair.

"you're a good sister, you know."

"i'd hope so."

"i know so."

y/n smiled at the girl beside her, then walking up to a circle of familiar figures. “and there they are."

from the circle, hanni and her cousin, sunoo, were facing the direction y/n and dani came from. as always, the two's eyes met, even if they didn't want to, blank expressions across each of their faces.

following hanni's line of sight, minji turned around and smiled at the sight of the rest of the group walking towards them. the kim ran over to y/n, arm over her shoulders before ruffling her hair aggressively.

“oh thank god hyein told me to not wear the school’s jacket.” y/n rolled her eyes and shoved her best friend away, everyone else around the two laughing at their antics. “god forbid people think we’re dating.”

“in your dreams, lee!” 

"you two would’ve looked like the doosan bears mascots!" jiwoo pointed out as a flash came from her phone's camera. “y/n-unnie's cap doesn't help at all."

once everyone calmed down from laughing at the photo jiwoo took, a much larger circle was formed to discuss their plans for the fair.

"who's the new guy?" y/n asked, referring to sunoo who stood beside hanni, both previously discussing funnel cakes they saw on the way to the meet point.

"oh right! sunoo this is y/n." minji motioned her hand to the respective friend as she said their names. 

"hi! nice to meet you, congrats by the way!" sunoo smiled as he shook y/n's hand. "i'm a freshman at sejong."

"oh! thank you so much, means a lot." y/n's eyes widened in surprise as it was her first time hearing someone she didn't know recognize her from her recent achievement. she's going to have to get used to it.

"this one's danielle, class sweetheart, she's y/n's date today. i think you two will get along, actually." the two exchanged their greetings, minji and y/n not forgetting to privately note how they were both so... sunshine-like.

"this is jiwoo, our youngest. and her date kyujin, who's even younger, i was told."

"god i feel old..."

"sunoo we're the same age..."

"sorry..."

"that's okay, should we get a table and some food?" kazuha suggested, clapping her hands together to end the whole 'nice-to-meet-you' session.

after a full 10 minutes of rock paper scissors, the “food hunting” group and the “table saving” group were decided. danielle, y/n, sunoo, hanni, minji, and wonyoung were tasked to buy enough food that everyone would enjoy, while kyujin, jiwoo, yunjin, and kazuha were to warm the seats.

with two of the usually closest friends insistent on keeping their distance from each other, it was only natural for the group to divide (mostly y/n and danielle walking a few steps ahead). 

the two walked closely side by side, the younger girl’s fingers tugging on y/n’s jacket sleeve to keep them from walking apart. their eyes would light up, fingers pointed, and heads turned whenever they’d walk past a stall with a noticeably fragrant scent or with a well-lit signage.

in the process of looking for what they could possibly buy to feed the group, sunoo tapped hanni’s shoulder. the girl looked at him with furrowed brows as he continued to ask, “are they dating for real?”

once the full question was processed in hanni’s brain, her face, with what was once a “resting happy face”, fell into something more expressionless. like her face when she saw y/n walk in the fair with danielle. the girl gave her older cousin a shrug as a final answer, refusing to spend more energy over what she’s recently lost sleep over.

“even they don’t know. so, don’t bother.” minji leaned over to whisper, filling in what should’ve been hanni responding. "you won't really be getting an answer soon."

“oh.”

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[prettypei]

plot: Disney movies…but you guys are the mc and love interest; fluff!

reader: fem! Reader, Black! Fem! In nanami’s part

characters: gojo (x elsa reader), yuji (x rapunzel reader), yuuta (x belle Reader), nanami (x tiana reader)

warnings: just me and my weird ass mind, mention of killings

(a/n): THIS IS HOW THE JJK FANDOM COPES WITH SHIBUYA. Some of these apply to the princess canon storyline, some of these do not 👍

✰GOJO

I kinda see a enemies to lovers with him tbh

like he would be so mad that he can’t make snow

and you would be mad that he has infinity so you can’t attack him

basically you n him met bc he was sent to your ice castle to attack you cuz you were causing arendelle a lot of problems… and the village was really mad at you so they called the higher ups to send gojo over

and gojo was shopping and everything in arendelle ☠️☠️ and he met a lotta children there so he asked them if they were close with you and they replied yeah so he told them what you’d done and the children were like “no!!, (name) would never do that :((“ and that made him guilty for slacking off so off he went!

he’s not too worried about you so he walked up the mountain, he didn’t wanna teleport cuz he just wanted to take the longest time possible (he’s mean that way)

Gojo also meets Olaf on the way and they have the STUPIDIEST CONVOS EVER.

anws he pulls up to see your castle and he’s like “woah who’s sweet crib danggg”

and then he breaks down the ice door with red

and then he screams “where the baddies at?”

you rush out to see a weird ass man holding Olaf in his hands

so you’re pretty sure this man has kidnapped Olaf

you shoot icicles at him, he dodges

and this continues for an hour or so, until you’re tired so you just ask him to leave

but then he’s like “teach me to make ice girl”

and you (try) to teach him, but you just wanted to make him look stupid and you just laugh at him

gojos heart skips a beat when you laugh…IS THIS A CRUSH??!!!!!! 🐺‼️‼️🤐🗣️🗣️

you guys sit down and talk a lil

and he learns that you were treated as a prodigy as a child and he’s like “girl…me too!!!!”

you two really connect…and then Gojo remembers why he’s here ☠️

he explains the whole “everlasting snow” thig and you feel super guilty

so he teleports with you… as he holds you in his hands bridal style 🤫

you both arrive and the snow has cleared due to “Gojo healing a broken heart 🥺🥺🥺” corny!!!! You two get married Happy Ending

✰YUJI

you guys would be sunshine x sunshine ☹️☹️

ITS SO ADORABLE

Anws y’all met when yuji was like bored after a mission and wandering around the forest where the mission happened

then he feels a HUGE amount of cursed energy behind some vines

he then goes through them to find you tower and he’s awestruck cuz the cursed energy is OVERFLOWING.

and basically he tries to run up the tower??? But he can’t he’s so stupid n silly

and you hear this goofy mf trying and you thought it was mother gothel so you let you hair down

and YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES????

HE PUTS IT IN HIS MOUTH. AND HE LICKS IT.

you’re extremely grossed out…but eventually he finds out that “oh wait I have to climb the hair”

so then he goes up and he’s knocked out by a pan 😭

he wakes up to find himself tied in hair and he tries to punch though the hair or cut it but it’s too tight

you interrogate him and he explains that he just felt a lotta cursed energy and he thought it was a monster, he then asks if it was because of your stress or sth

you admit that you were under a lot of pressure due to mother gothel always locking you in

he sees a couple curses spawning from this and he points this out, saying that you could just leave if you wanted to

But you say that it’s your mom and he replies with “family wouldn’t control you like that”

man’s then you do the scene where he promises to take you to see the lights blah blah blah

and he acts the boat scene 🥺 ITS SO CUTE

it was at that moment when he realized he’d fallen for u

✰YUUTA

I think that yuuta is kinda like the beast cuz he’s got Rika right? And he’s actually just a nice lil guy BEHIND the monster

anyways when you stumbled upon his lil castle and oooo Rika was REAL mad

she literally k!lls everyone who gets close to “her prince”

which causes yuuta to isolate him from the world cuz he doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore

but that just caused Rika to get stronger due to his depressive state

anws Rika kidnapped your dad cuz he plucked one of the roses in yuutas garden

and you are here to save him!!!!

you and yuuta communicate through Rika cuz she doesn’t want you “to fall for him”

and she only lets you stay cuz yuuta commanded her not to hurt you and she then tells yuuta about kidnapping your dad

so he asks you to stay to “heal his heart” and he’ll let your dad go

and you agree. For your dear ol pa

you”re exploring the palace and you see a garden with a rose in it and you try to touch it but oh looky here! Rika tries to kill you again for touching it!

you learn from the pots and pans that yuuta’s room is right across yours so you slip letters under his door day and night

and slowly he starts getting better and he passes notes with you as the days go by (Rika doesn’t know ofc. Or she’d be PISSED.)

BUT THEN YOUR DEAR OL PA BRINGS THE WHOLE VILLAGE WITH HIM TO KILL YUUTA 😡😡

and then Rika goes all ape shit and tries to kill everyone from the village

and then yuuta comes out of his room to stop her

and then he kisses you and Rika vanishes :3 yay

happily ever after

✰NANAMI

I like this ship actually

nanami’s abroad to exorcise cursed spirits and he meets YOU. At a restaurant as a waitress

and he doesn’t think of ya much at first but your charming smile and dimples… MAN HES WHIPPED. (I am too) 🤧🤧

and you’re really nice too cuz you are a really good cook and you wanna serve him some of your own recipes in secret (cuz your boss would flip)

and he THINKS ITS SO GOOD!!!!! He actually wants more but he’s a lil shy

anyways you two meet again…but this time nanami’s a frog. He wasn’t careful enough and got turned into one by a cursed technique

and he’s frantic, asking you to kiss him cuz he thought that he could just be kissed by a random person and turn back…and then you turn into a frog :)

he has to get kissed by a princess btw

and you two find mama odie and act out your lil love story as frogs <3 and you stay like that forever

jk, you turn back to human as he kisses you at midnight

and you get to have your own restaurant and he’s so supportive of you!!!!!

But you sometimes overwork yourself a little and he doesn’t want that (even though he sometimes does it too) so you two try to spend more of your time together and it works!

he actually quits the jujutsu world cuz of you. he doesn’t want to get hurt and to see you get sad 😭

[monettsuki]

Pantalone headcannons

GIF not mine

Also taking requests for other characters if people like this as much as the others I've written

Its all fluff don't worry (maybe a little bit of angst-comfort at the end)

Spoils you with measure - I feel like this is without saying but he would spoil you , he'd primarily make sure you're never missing anything that you shall ever need plus especially likes buying you quality clothes for events he might attend (as the Harbringer dealing with finances he would also have a big influence and would certainly be included in noble events as the Fatui "representative” that if he accepts invitations) you're definitely taken to these events in the finest of clothes and he takes pride in knowing he has such an eye catching partner by his side

Likes having you close to him - especially after a long day of paperwork and dealing with annoying requests for financing he will definitely hug you from behind and just plop his head on your shoulder while just swinging slightly side to side and letting out a deep breath (if you run your fingers through your hair while he's doing that or at least twirl a lock of his hair with one of your fingers he will melt instantly and would just lean more into your touch , it applies a lot if you put your palm on his cheek as well)

Regarding cuddling - he will admit he loves cuddling with you even going to the extent of now trying to finish his work faster so he can cuddle with you at night and feel your warmth with a blanket over the two of you while he's peppering kisses all over your face and holding you in his arms - sometimes he will even start tickling you just to make you laugh and relax more after a long day and then will put his head on top of yours after rubbing the bridge of his nose because he finally took his glasses off and then the two of you drift off to sleep

Definitely cares for his skin to look flawless and takes a day off spa day to take care of himself - it probably would surprise you a little bit (or maybe not) when one day he just takes you to the best salon he knows in Snezhnaya and the two of you just relax - no work no nothing - then he takes you to your shared home and you cuddle in bed for the remainder of the day and probably doze off at some point with Pantalone forgetting to take his glasses off due to it just happening without him getting to do that (so if you're still awake in that fated afternoon you should take his glasses off for better comfort)

He would LOVE to hold your hand in public - at all times if possible - he finds some sort of comfort (which you won't see him admit for the life of him because he thinks it will be in some sort of way corny to do so) in doing so because it's not something that's really attracting attention but also something that can show that you and him are in a relationship or at least close to eachother and those who usually would try to flirt notice that (when that happens he tightens his grip on your hand a little bit but afterwards he brings it up and kisses it - in a gentleman kind of way before putting his other hand on top of it)

Craving something? Don't worry at all! - Would definitely send someone even in the dead of night to bring you or him what you might crave in that moment - or you might just even have that already and you can just go and snack on - he will probably join you because if it's in the night (most likely) he will notice the side of the bed where you are is empty and on top of that cold (if he's getting impatient he will probably try luring you to sleep with kisses - this tactic works on him as well)

Sometimes when he is tired but he still has some work to do and cannot physically wait for the moment he is in bed, in your arms , again he will just call you in his office - and just let you sit on his lap while he continues doing paperwork and if you fall asleep he will carry you to bed before you slightly wake up and feel two arms slithering around your waist while a certain someone places a kiss on your forehead and murmurs in a sleepy tone a "Goodnight darling" (although this often could happen out of your own initiative especially if he's been up for several days because some nobles keep nagging him with some kind of idiocy they have done and don't know how to fix)

Mornings with him are very, how do I exactly explain it , calm and relaxing - he's not a morning person nor does he expect for you to cook him breakfast (he can do it himself after all ) so he has maybe a little bit of a dilemma into letting you do it for him so he will try to sneak behind you and take over when you turn your back to the stove but once you bother him enough he will accept you doing things for him reluctantly (he will try later to repay you by buying you yet another expensive gift or on your day off just making sure you're relaxing the whole day and not doing any work - he will take a day off that day too so he can do that)

The only way to make this man blush is one simple method - sneaking up on him and hugging him from behind, while burying your face in his back or crook of his neck depending on your height - he gets flustered due to the fact he is the one usually doing this and doesn't really expect it ,plus he is vigilant and can notice easily if someone's sneaking up on him so it's a surprise when you manage to do that (He will let you do it anyway because he likes it even if his face is a little red afterwards which is why he will not admit it)

While he's working you can hear faint classical music from his office - he cannot work if it's complete silence , needs something in the background to focus - anything that's with words distracts him from his thoughts at the current matter at hand so instrumentals is the way to go - sometimes asks Arlechinno for recommendations (it's one of the only things they agree on) - he lets you change the disks on the gramophone he owns for a change of pace in music (if you choose his favourite song which he has forgotten to put for about two months now he will maybe just maybe get up , abandon his work and waltz with you a little bit)

Isn't probably of showing weakness in front of people - especially you- he will definitely think that if he shows any weaknesses you'll think less of him so the first times he has mental breakdowns he will just lock himself in his office and you almost have to tear down his door after a while of him doing that because he doesn't say anything about it- the sight when the door opens is a tired and sad Pantalone (looking like a really sad puppy) and he will just plop in your arms if you hold them out to take him in an embrace (will bury his face in your shoulder and you will hear maybe faint sobs because everythings gotten too much and his stress caught up to him - he knows if you're shorter he might crush you a little bit so the couch he has laying around is the best place for comfort)

Reversed roles now of the last one - if he finds you during a mental breakdown or if you're just crying generally he will take the rest of the day off immediately mentally and just take you in his arms and letting you cry all your worries away while he asks in a gentle tone what upset you , if you want to talk about it and then if you said yes to the question he will listen patiently but if you said no he will whisper that it will be alright and other things like "you know that I'll always love you right" or anything else just to comfort you and stop you from crying as fast as possible as he hates seeing you cry (while internally hoping it's not because of him -its not him but he still has this fear within him)

Alright this is everything bye-bye ♥️

[i-care-4u]

MY FAVORITE PART | J.HARLOW

PAIR: JACK HARLOW X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

the weather was at its raging point where a thunderstorm was about to hit the city. lucky for you, you found a home to stay in for the night.

unable to see the windshield, you turned on the wipers as an attempt to see the streets while the rain was pouring hard. you looked at the mirrors beside you, making sure that you’re in the right place. after seeing a familiar street name, you decided to drive over, as it was the safest place nearby.

-

as you got out, you began feeling the blowing wind pushing you. you rapidly closed the door, only bringing your purse and umbrella. but even the umbrella didn’t help you for shit as you opened it.

little by little, you tried to rush to the door. as soon as you ringed the doorbell, you started to remove your now wet shoes.

your friend, jack, opened the door. you and him have been close friends for four years now, and it wasn’t until last year that you started to get a little closer with him. “hi y/n, make yourself at home.”

“you’re so corny.” you jokingly smacked your lips as you stepped inside his home. normally, there would be his friends chilling around the counter, but today, there was silence. the dining room looked tidy and empty, likely that no one came over today.

you were wet because of the rain, so you couldn’t really take a seat. instead you walked to the bathroom and jack followed you.

“wait right here.” jack opened one of the cabinets to see if he had an extra towel that you can use. he passed the towel to you and ran to his closet, where he eventually gave you a fresh set of his clothes. in the meantime, you began drying yourself by using the towel given.

once you finished dressing up, you went back to the dining room and made talk.

“what brings you here?” jack leaned over the table, getting a closer listening to you.

you explained to jack, “well, i was going to get groceries, but the rain got me, so i went to your home since it was nearby.”

“i’m glad you’re safe now. feel free to come anytime.”

jack got out of his chair to put some snacks on the table. you, on the other hand, set up some candles in the coffee table from his living room, carefully lighting them. after the task was completed, you and jack turned all of the lights in case the lights go out. cautiously, you guys settled down on the couch, were you would be spending for the rest of the night.

the scent of lavender spread across the room, and jack thought that you had a good taste in candles. obviously, he didn’t used these candles as much as you do. “hey, you picked some good candles.”

your face lit up, feeling eager to take him to other places, “maybe i should start taking you candle shopping then. i think you’ll discover more scents from there.”

“do they have pumpkin pie?” jack said jokingly.

you blinked, “maybe save that for autumn.”

-

the conversation between you and jack was still ongoing, talking from candles to saying the most absurd things that seemed that it was pulled from your brain last minute. you felt comfortable talking about these topics, cracking some jokes every now and then.

“goat vaccination spot? what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you turned around and asked him in a sarcastic tone.

“it’s when…” jack looked at the ceiling. he had a hard time explaining what it meant, causing you to laugh at him.

“see! even you don’t know what it means.”

you moved spots, going from the couch to the floor. you sat down criss-cross, reaching your hands to where the candle is, seeking warmth.

“i’m right here you know.” jack said, but you only smiled back and patted the floor, signaling him to come join you. jack being a gentleman, he sat down beside you on the floor.

you sarcastically made a sound of relief, “it feels nice.”

“yeah, because i’m here.” he chuckled. you rolled your eyes at him in a jokingly matter.

the room was silent for a while. you continued to warm your hands while jack was watching. he started to notice your little features. you were focused at the candle, expressing it with a slight smile. jack’s sighting of you looked like a piece of art.

you turned around to make eye contact with his blue eyes. they were hypnotizing to look at at, you thought. jack reached his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “divine you look.”

jack knew that you were extremely beautiful, inside and out. however, you weren’t aware of your beauty like jack was. he loved the way you showed your true self when around him, you being his favorite part of his day.

you had a confused expression on your face. “divine? look at me right now jack.” you stretched his white t-shirt, showing off the basic, yet comfortable outfit.

jack made eye contact with you, “i’m not kidding y/n, you’re one of the most beautiful girls i’ve met in a really long time.”

what he said was nothing but his honest opinion of you. you were on his top tier of the most beautiful people. you didn’t look your best today, and you didn’t understand why he’s saying it right now.

“why are you telling me this now?”

“just a confession that i hid for some time now.”

“oh…” you didn’t know what to say. does he want to make things official with you?

the last time you were in a relationship was three years ago. it was a short period of time before it was called quits between you and your ex. even prior, you felt that your relationships were short and seasonal.

you loved jack dearly, but you were scared that it was going to last short just like the previous relationships.

“jack, i don’t know.” you sighed.

“did i do something wrong?”

“it’s not you, it’s me. i just don’t want to ruin another relationship that quickly like my last ones. am i doing something wrong?”

“no, it’s them. they don’t view you the same way i do.”

“how do you perceive me then?”

“i see you as my ideal woman. i love the way you act around me. you’re a little silly, but that’s what makes you authentic. you’re my favorite part of the day, and i always look forward to see you.”

you slowly changed from looking stressed to showing jack your affection. even in the past, you never heard someone confessing their love to you in a head-over-heels way. you listened as if jack read a love letter to you, which felt like a beautiful moment to you.

you slid your arms and wrapped them onto his neck, “i want to take things slow this time around, jack.”

“i promise you that i’ll make you feel as divine as possible.”

[iloveboysinred]

cw: pg.13, mischief with you and Sokka, gn! reader [can be read as platonic or romantic]

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just a quick Drabble for Sokka before I get back to requests!

You and Sokka were a duo to be feared, the way you complimented each other in battle, fighting side by side almost like your minds were in sync. Being the only non-benders in the group, it was only natural you and Sokka bonded. You guys shared a singular braincell, shooting each other looks whenever the benders in your ragtag group did something crazy, making corny jokes with lame punchlines, just overall providing the comedic relief the Gaang desperately needed during these trying times. What you specialized in the most though, was pranking. It had been many times where you'd team up to have some light hearted fun. Like when you'd swapped Zuko's clothes with some old, raggedy and too-big robes you'd bought at the local village, having him flustered and looking ridiculous. Or when you'd taken purple berries and dyed Momo's fur, letting him loose into the tent in the middle of the night, scaring poor Aang out of his skin. Nobody in the group was safe, except for Toph, who can sense you sneaking up on her from a mile away. Today you'd decided to prank Kitara. It was late in the afternoon, and everyone was setting up camp. Kitara had gone to the small stream by your base, collecting water for the group. You and Sokka hid behind a bush, snickering to each other as you plotted. "Okay Momo, you see that waterskin Kitara left on the ground? go get it and bring it to us. Make sure she doesn't see you." you whispered to the lemur, who didn't understand a word you said, but somehow understood the assignment when you pointed at your target. He flew over, quickly grabbing one of the water skins and bringing it back to you, dropping it in Sokka's hands. You tried to hold in your laugh as Kitars turned around to stream the water into the now disappeared waterskin. "That's weird... I'm missing one" she muttered to herself. looking around for the missing container. "Oh this is so good" Sokka whispered to you, grinning. He nodded to Momo, instructing him to grab the other three Kitara had brought with her. You slapped your hand over Sokka's mouth as he tried to hold back his laugh when Kitara whipped around, looking at the now empty patch of grass next to her. "What is going on here?!" she yelled, clearly suspecting something was up. At her frustration you couldn't help but let out a giggle, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth. You and Sokka exchanged a wide-eyed look, that alone sending you into a fit of laughter. You barley noticed Kitara marching over to the bush you were hiding in, a scowl on her face. "Give me that!" she snatched the waterskins from you, only making you laugh harder at her frustrated face. " Honestly you two! stop fooling around and go help Aang and the others set up camp! ugh, its like dealing with children!" you and Sokka exchanged a look, heaving after the laughing fit you had just endured. Your prank had been successful, even though you had gotten caught.

[corrodedseraphine]

so close | one shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: Seeing the movie Enchated for the first time you let an image of romance form in your teenage mindset based on the story. When you watch the film again a few years later, the circumstances are completely different and the situation much more messed up. angst/fluff, friends to lovers, modern!AU

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

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songs that I used: So close and That's how you know from movie Enchanted | Lita Ford ft. Ozzy Osbourne - Close My Eyes Forever

here it is after I almost deleted it twice, here you have super corny, obvious and a little bit angsty love story, enjoy (or not, I really can't promise you will like it.)

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"Jeff texted that he will be 20 minutes late," Eddie sighed, sinking onto the couch in the Harringtons' grand living room.

"That means we still have at least an hour before he shows up," Gareth laughed.

"A real star must have a good entrance" Steve commented while switching channels on the TV.

Steve, with much persuasion from Dustin and Eddie, agreed to let Hellfire hold its campaigns at his house from time to time. The rest of the group also took the opportunity to come and watch the game or just spend some time together. Your group of friends looked like a mass of mismatched jigsaw puzzles, each of you diametrically opposed to the other, but that didn't stop you from creating your own little "family."

When you saw the princess fall into the well to find herself a moment later in New York you jumped up on the couch.

"Stop!" you shouted, snatching the remote control out of his hand. "I haven't seen this movie in ages! God I was so obsessed with it!"

"There's no way we're going to watch some princess bullshit." Munson whined reaching towards you to take the remote from you, but you quickly moved away squashing Max in the process.

"Get lost Munson! We are always watching what you want!"

"Because my taste is amazing?"

"And mine isn't?" you muttered.

"And mine isn't?" he began teasing you in a high-pitched tone of voice.

"If you don't like it, there's the door," you pointed in the direction of the exit. "Today we are watching what I want."

"Fine!" He grumbled melting into the soft cushions of the couch.

El was watching the movie enthralled, and Max rolled her eyes every time a song started, but still smiling as she watched you sing along with the actors. Despite the mean comments, Eddie also couldn't get out of his awe at how word by word you kept up with the melody adding a bit of drama to it as if you were getting into the moment in the movie. Additionally, he felt somewhat enchanted by it, but he didn't want to admit it so he struggled to hold back the smile creeping onto his lips. Play it cool, Munson. He repeated in his mind. Just play it cool.

"Now the most beautiful scene in the movie." said in a disheveled voice as the ball scene began.

"Oh my gosh this is so corny. It is obvious, that Robert and this redhead will dance together and this will be the moment when they will realize that they came there with the wrong people." Eddie commented.

"This Redhead's name is Giselle. And even if corny, it doesn't change the fact that it's romantic! And that song? Purest magic." 

As the first notes of So Close began to come from the speakers, the metalhead jumped off the couch, standing in front of you with his hand outstretched. "Get up." he said. "Dance with me." A wave of heat washed over you. You nervously looked into his eyes seeking reassurance that this was for real. "Faster before it ends."

Now, Without hesitating you grabbed his hand and walked away the couch so that you were standing behind it. Eddie gently rocked you to the beat. The smell of his colonge intoxicated you. You had never been so close to each other. So close. His large hand rested firmly on your back generating a pleasant warmth that further dulled your sanity. For several months you had been aware that your relation to Eddie was not purely friendly. Every time you managed to shrug off your silly crush, he would then do something like this and your every effort would be in vain. Did he just make one of your teenage dreams come true? Yes. How could you not fall in love with a man who unknowingly made one of the fake scenrios in your head from a few years ago come true? At that time, you dreamed that the real Robert was in Eddie's place, but this change didn't bother you one bit. This version was much better. You looked at him with disbelief and a kind of enchantment when you danced. When his gaze met yours he smiled showing dimples in his cheeks, making you feel that he was about to have to grab you even tighter because you wouldn't be able to stay on your feet on your own. Unfortunately, beautiful moments have a way of coming to an end very quickly. When the music died down he took one last look at you. His gaze went from your eyes to your lips. Did he want to kiss you? the quiet voice of hope in your head made you feel like your heart was about to explode.

"See?" he grunted suddenly snapping out of his trance. "Nothing special."

Your heart didn't explode. Your heart broke. Nothing special. For him. For you, it was special. Too special. Brutally brought down to earth, you returned wordlessly to the couch sitting down between Max and El. When a few single tears ran down your cheeks you explained that it was because of the movie and the touching ending. Everyone knew perfectly well that you were easily moved by movies, so they easily believed it teasing you later because of it. No one needed to know that you couldn't focus a bit on the end of the movie replaying in your head the moment when you had Eddie so close and still so far.

The next day was not the happiest either. Still feeling the weight of Eddie's words on your heart, which dragged you down to the very bottom, you spent most of the time in bed self-pitying. Unfortunately, you eventually had to get up to get ready for work. Not long ago, Eddie helped you get a job as a bartender at The Hideout by recommending you to the owner. So from now on you were present at every Corroded Coffin concert cheering them loudly from behind the counter, where you also had a perfect view of the guitarist, who ran around the stage like crazy and made all your attention not necessarily on the customers.

The bar was slowly filling up as Gareth and Simon sat by the counter waiting for Jeff and Eddie. Sitting with them were members of the band that always performed before the CC.

"So." said Gareth looking you deadly in the eyes. "When are you finally going to talk to him?"

"What are you talking about now?" you asked pretending not to know what was going on.

"Ugh, I'm begging you! I can't look at you two anymore!" He whined. "The latest dance-thing in Harrington's living room? Hello?"

"It was nothing special." You replied recalling Eddie's words to which Gareth rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure if we hadn't been there he would have stuck his tongue down your throat at the end!"

"It's obvious that you like Eddie, and I think the feeling is mutual." interjected Simon taking a sip of beer. As long as the guys played there for half free and paid for the drinks the bar owner pretended to be convinced that they were all 21 years old.

"Aww our little barmaid fell in love with crazy Eddie? How adorable!" at the very sound of her voice you winced. Diana was the bass player in the other band. From the very beginning there was no sympathy between you two and she was always looking for an excuse to get on your nerves. Now Gareth and Simon have handed it to her on a silver platter. Cursing in your soul, you ignored what she said.

"I think that's enough beer for you today." you said taking the drink from his hand.

"You should talk to him as soon as possible, for example today when he drives you home after work."

"There's nothing to talk about." Nothing special. Those two words haunted you on loop.

Never before watching their performance was so difficult for you. You had the impression that Munson was looking in your direction a little more often than usual. However, telling yourself that it was just a delusion caused by your stupid crush, you tried not to worry about it too much. What scared you more was the thought of the way home where you would be alone in his van. You always loved your comebacks. Especially when he took the longer route home because you were having a too-good-to-be-true conversation, or a song that was playing was too good to get out of the car. Now thinking about it, you felt anxious. It turned out that you sensed an impending disaster.

You left the bar accompanied by Gareth. Eddie had disappeared earlier saying he was going to pack his guitar in the car, but when he suspiciously did not return for a long time you decided that you would meet him in the parking lot. As you approached the place, the sounds of muffled moans began to reach you more and more clearly. When the source of the sound appeared in front of your eyes you felt as if fate had dropped a ton of rocks on you. Eddie pinned Diana against the van with his body as she tried to undo the belt to his jeans. They were kissing like there was no tomorrow.

"What the fuck-" Jeff asked loud enough to tear them away from each other. Breathing heavily, all red and with a messy hair, he looked at you. Diana only watched with a smile of satisfaction on her lips as you clamped your mouth into a thin line. Don't give her more satisfaction. Don't cry. Not now. Not in front of her. You repeated in your head over and over again.

"Shit, y/n, I know I was supposed to drive you home-"

"It's okay!" you shouted. "Gareth will drive me home." you said, and without waiting a moment longer you got into the other car. Through the window you saw Eddie saying goodbye to the others and, together with his new companion, getting into the van.

Despite numerous attempts by the guys, you didn't say a word on the way back. Struggling with thoughts of what he might be doing with her now was exhausting enough.

Love is beautiful. Beautifully painful. Especially when only one-sided. You cried for so long until you fell asleep, and in your dreams, annoyingly enough, some ominous voice repeated like a mantra two words.

Nothing special.

Since that evening, Eddie has completely disappeared from your life, except for Hellfire evenings. He forgot all about the whole of God's world with only Diana in front of him, who had him wrapped around her finger. His absence was horribly felt, and although a part of you was grateful for it, the other part was languishing. You weren't the only one hurt by this fact. The younger boys, like lost sheep, missed how they talked for hours about the next ideas for the campaign, Corroded Coffin stopped having their rehearsals twice a week limiting themselves to once a two weeks because Eddie said they didn't need to see each other that often anyway. Their music was still good, but by doing so they also lost something a little bigger, as they always stayed at Gareth's house after rehearsals hanging out and having fun as a small group of freaks. Now that bond was fading and when Eddie finally mercifully showed up for a rehearsal all the positive energy was gone. Instead, there was more and more arguing and disagreement. Even Steve and Robin sincerely missed his presence and how he always managed to entertain everyone with his jokes or stories. Each one of you brought something unique to the group, so it was no surprise when the absence of one of that group left visible traces.

In this way, a month had already passed, and you were wrong to think that time heals wounds. You changed all your Thursday shifts at the Hideout so that you wouldn't be present at CC's performances, kept your phone use to a minimum so that you wouldn't accidentally be surprised by their photo together which would be another stab. For El, high school turned out to be extremely difficult, so you devoted yourself entirely to helping her study, spending most of your free time preparing notes, researching materials, anything that could keep your thoughts away from Munson and his new girlfriend. Still, you felt as if all your life and joy had escaped you that day, not knowing what you could do to find it again. Your worse state didn't escape the eyes of others, but you kept dismissing them by blaming it on fatigue, which wasn't entirely a lie. In fact, you were tired of the whole situation, fed up with the sharp pain in your chest every time you saw him. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, of course you were proven wrong.

Everyone was very surprised that instead of once again turning down your offer to go out for burgers together, Eddie declared that he would be there. Everyone was happy to think that this was a chance to get back to something good. You sat at the biggest table in the diner talking about the upcoming freshman prom. El was incredibly excited, Max even though she wanted to hide it, also became more spirited as she showed you pictures of the dress she wanted to wear and asked if you would help her get her hair done on the day. Suddenly a cold gust of wind that came through the open door cooled the atmosphere considerably when Eddie appeared in it with none other than Diana. Gareth and Steve sent each other questioning glances and Robin just rolled her eyes taking the menu in her hand. As they approached the table a grave silence fell.

"Hi?" he said finally. "I know you all haven't had a chance to get to know each other so this is Diana." The younger part of the group muttered a greeting while looking suspiciously at the girl.

"Ed, I thought kids were the only in your funny club. What are they doing here?" she said with a goofy grin measuring Dustin from top to bottom.

"Hellfire is not silly." replied Mike wrinkling his eyebrows.

"Of course sweetie." she replied with a mocking tone as if Mike was actually 5 years old.

"So what are we eating?" Eddie interrupted before the conversation could go too far. Diana took the seat opposite you sending you a triumphant smile. Because of this, you were forced to watch her whisper something in his ear every now and then, making his cheeks turn redder as he showed his playful smile. Of course, they also gave you a show when their lips couldn't keep away from each other, with each time he embraced her she looked you straight in the eye and winked as if to show that she had won. But was it any competition at all knowing that you never had a chance with him? Nothing special. That's what you were to him. Having no strength left, you let her do it. You let her take satisfaction in the sadness you could no longer hide, and even sitting at the table with the people you loved, you were unable to focus on anything else. Your leg shook nervously under the table as you waited until everyone finished their meals and you could finally leave the cursed restaurant. Before leaving, El and Max went to the bathroom. When they disappeared behind its door Lucas turned to Eddie.

"I know Principal Higgins made you guys play our freshman prom," he said.

"Yeah, the asshole threatened me that if we don't play then once again I won't be able to graduate."

"I overheard Max talking to El about how super romantic it was when you danced with y/n to that song from the movie we watched before hellfire, uh Enchanted? the one from that scene at the ball... I thought you guys could play it at ours?" he explained. And no matter how romantic and touching his plan seemed to you the very memory of that evening was not so pleasant. Would you perform that song with Eddie now? Despite the fact that it could kill you seeing Lucas full of hope and the image of a happy Max won. Seeing your surprised faces he continued. "Y/n knows this song by heart anyway, she could sing it and you would play it, I guess it's not that complicated to learn?"

"I can help you." you finally said, and for the first time since he entered the restaurant you looked at Eddie, who was also looking straight at you. That was a mistake. Looking into his big dark eyes for more than five seconds was a terrible mistake that violated the cracks on your heart.

When Eddie opened his mouth to respond Diana wouldn't let him. "Babe, I don't think you're going to agree? You're a metalhead, you can't play some song from a dorky movie about princesses."

There was thought on his face, however, everyone knew what the answer would be. All of Lucas' hope was extinguished like a candle when Eddie admitted she was right, joking that he wouldn't want his reputation to change because of something like that. He tried to apologize to Lucas, but the boy ignored him completely. When the girls returned, the moment of salvation arrived an you could leave. The next stop was supposed to be bowling, but knowing you couldn't take it anymore you said you weren't feeling well and wanted to go home. The rest of them quickly decided that bowling could wait and you would do it another time. Eddie stopped to smoke a cigarette, watching as everyone parted in the directions of their cars, wondering why everyone had given up on further plans with such ease. Seeing Diana hanging on to him without a word you walked past them, feeling your vision getting blurrier and blurrier.

"Y/n!" you heard Robin calling you and after a moment you felt her grabbing your hand.

"I have to go Robin, really." Your voice was slowly breaking down.

"You're not alone with this." Steve grabbed your other hand squeezing it tightly.

"Do you want to come with us? A movie night for three?" she suggested smiling gently, to which you just nodded. Maybe you actually didn't have to be alone with all this? That evening you cried out in front of them all the emotions that had been boiling inside you for a month. Both of them admitted that they knew from the beginning that you felt something for Eddie, but they were convinced that he reciprocated those feelings, which is why they are unable to understand such a sudden change in his behavior.

Seeing Robin holding your hand was nothing new, the fact that you are close with Steve was not strange to anyone either. He had seen the two of you hugging many times, but now that you had ignored his existence all evening, had not spoken a word to him, and had only looked at him once Eddie seeing Harrington's hand tighten on yours felt something strange. It was definitely not a pleasant feeling. He also didn't understand why, despite Diana lying half naked in his bed, the only image he has in front of his eyes when he closes them is two hands holding each other. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't focus on anything else, and even more surprising was the fact that when he pulled away from the girl who was covering his neck with hot kisses, she just shrugged her shoulders and left, leaving him alone with his thoughts in the trailer, which now seemed very big and empty. 

One day at the cafeteria, everyone was talking about a small meeting over the weekend that Eddie, as standard, didn't attend. Everyone was so busy looking at pictures that they didn't even notice when he approached the table.

"What are you guys talking about?" he asked finally getting their attention.

"Pictures from Saturday, we had a little spontaneous pool party." replied Will.

"Oh, was it fun?" He couldn't help the upset that was slowly creeping into his system. He felt sidelined, and the worst part of it all was that it happened at his own request.

"Wanna see?" The boy handed him the phone.

Your presence in most of the pictures made his heart beat faster but it was filled with something strange. Longing? And what did he feel when he came across a photo of you making braids out of Argyle's long hair while sending him a wide smile? When you are sitting on Jeff's shoulders in the pool holding an oblong sponge and on the other side is Robin sitting on Steve's shoulders as you imitate a sword battle? The sight of his friend's hands on your thighs made him nervous. The final realization was the photo in which Steve embraces you as you sit covered in one big towel and Dustin in the water poses pointing a water gun toward the camera.

"Too bad you weren't there dude." Gareth said. "What were you doing that you couldn't come?"

"I uh- I was with Diana." What he didn't mention was that after twenty minutes she once again left him alone for the same reason as before.

Confused by his new discoveries, he muttered that he had to go and left the school. He knew that as long as Corroded Coffin played hopeless pop songs at the freshman prom Principal Higgins wouldn't kick him out of school, so skipping the last two classes didn't seem like too big a crime to him. Not wanting to be alone now, he got into the car and headed straight for Diana's apartment. Where another surprise awaited him. She opened the door for him dressed only in an oversized men's shirt.

"Hi Eds! What are you doing here?"

"I thought maybe we could spend some time together?" he replied uncertainly. From the end of the apartment came their male voice calling her.

"As you can see I'm a little busy." she said wanting to close the door but he caught it at the last moment.

"What's actually going on?" he asked trying to comprehend the situation somehow.

"What do you mean?" she looked surprised, which made Edde feel even more confused.

"I thought that me and you... that we..."

"Oh my God Eddie." she paused him. "I think you misunderstood the situation a bit. I like you and sex with you is really good, but there is nothing more between us. I thought you were aware of that." Seeing the shock on his face she continued. "The truth is that I started all this to make your little friend who is pathetically in love with you angry."

"You did what?"

"Y/n? The barmaid at the Hideout? I heard her talking about it with your band mates. I never liked her so I thought I'd get on her nerves a bit." she shrugged her shoulders. "I thought you knew that what we were doing was just fun. Definitely nothing special. And now I have to go, it was nice to see you, bye Eddie!"

Never before in his life had he felt so foolish. Gaining a whole new perspective on the situation, the dots in his head were connecting. Your behavior toward him was also making more and more sense. Everything suddenly seemed so obvious now. The problem was that it was too late.

You were awakened by the sound of several messages in a row.

Gareth: hey y/n, u here?

Gareth: it's important

Gareth: y/n?

Gareth: ?

Gareth: ?

Gareth: ?

Gareth: ?

You: what the hell happened

Gareth: there is an urgent meeting at my garage in an hour, will you come?

Gareth: it's super important

you: fine

Half asleep you rolled out of bed with great difficulty. But considering his behavior whatever the meeting was about it really had to be very important. The thought crossed your mind that it could have been about Eddie. Will he be there? Will he be there with her? Will you have to look at it all again and repress the voice in your head that constantly screams That should be me? Flushing your face with icy water, you returned to earth. Satisfied that you had temporarily succeeded in stopping the train of thoughts in your head as quickly as possible, you finished getting ready and left the house without leaving yourself a spare moment.

You were relieved to see that in Gareth's garage there was no trace of Eddie and Diana exaggerating their feelings for each other. But the sight of Robin and several other kids from the school band sitting fiercely discussing something surprised you. As you approached they all greeted you, and Robin began to explain the purpose of this odd gathering.

"We want to help Lucas, you know very well yourself that these kids deserve one fairy tale evening." she began. "So we've gathered some people who are able to help us and play this song from the movie," she said.

"We just need someone to sing, and since you already know the lyrics we thought you'd want to join in." Simon added smiling.

"Besides, we want to show Eddie how much we don't care about his girlfriend's opinion," Gareth rolled his eyes making a disgusted face at the mere sound of the word girlfriend.

"But...the prom is tonight." you said disoriented.

"We've got four hours to try to figure it out, I think we can make it."

"You can't make it if you keep wagging your chins!" Robin clapped her hands rushing you guys to work.

In this way, for the next few hours the whole neighborhood listened to the same song over and over again, the beginnings were very difficult to synchronize but the final product seemed to be really good.

As you promised before the ball you helped Max to become a divinity. Seeing her smile you yourself couldn't hold back yours despite the fact that at the very thought that you would soon have to be in the same room as Eddie a big nervous knot was forming in your stomach. When Max looked like a princess you dropped her off at the Sinclairs' house from where Lucas' mom was to drive them further. You, Robin and Steve agreed to get ready together at your house. When you pulled into the driveway they were already waiting for you, rushing you and panicking that you were late. Fortunately, the preparations went smoothly, except for the process of making Steve's hair.

Corroded Coffin were moving their instruments into the hall when you drove to the back of the school to park next to them. Eddie watched in amazement as you exited the car. Steve in an insanely expensive, elegant suit and perfectly styled hair, right behind him was Robin in a loose white shirt over which she wore a gray blazer and matching pants, and right behind Robin came you in a slightly airy black dress. All three of you looked like you had walked straight off the catwalk, but Eddie's eyes saw only you.

"Dude you okay?" asked Steve seeing his stupefaction.

"What?" he asked snapping out of his trance.

"I'm asking if you're okay."

"Y-eah, I'm just surprised to see you guys," he answered.

"Dustin declared Steve as the caretaker for tonight and someone to act as a host." Robin explained.

"Always the goddamn babysitter." you teased the boy with a laugh.

"I found two stragglers on the way, so I thought I'd take them with me," Steve bit back.

"Dude! That's not fair, you'd share!" Jeff shouted walking up to you.

"In your dreams!" Steve grinned embracing the two of you. "Ladies?" he asked arranging his arms so you could grab him under the arm, which you did giggling. You said goodbye to the guys and moved toward the entrance. Seeing your hand gently touch your friend's biceps, the gloom that had been with him for days began to deepen. Eddie knew that the evening might be very long and difficult.

To his delight, it turned out that the school had hired another band, so Corroded Coffin played at the beginning, and the second half of the prom was to be taken care of by the other one. When Munson reached the long-awaited ending and left the stage he noticed that the rest of the band was not following him. Surprised, he watched as Steve walked on stage and grabbed the microphone.

"My dear friends, before we say goodbye to Corroded Coffin for good we would like to present one more song." he said in the voice of a TV presenter. "This is a very special request, so don't be afraid to invite someone even more special to dance." He smiled. "Ahead of you is Corroded Coffin in collaboration with the amazing Hawkins High band!" Applause rang around the room. Together with the rest of you, you entered the stage taking your spots. All the younger part of your team pushed straight to the front of the stage looking at you with excitement. The first notes released by the piano were like the bullets of a gun to Eddie. Piercing his heart to the core, making him realize how devastated everything had become. 

You're in my arms And all the world is calm The music playing on for only two So close together And when I'm with you So close to feeling alive

Your voice spread through the room, echoing a permanent mark in his brain. He had heard you sing many times, at various meetings you sang together while he played the guitar, but now everything was completely different. The warm light of the reflector illuminated your skin, making it shine from you with a beautiful radiance that enchanted him with every word. Even if he was standing completely in the shadows by the stands, he didn't miss how your eyes found their way to him, but quickly changed direction without giving him a chance to do anything.

A life goes by Romantic dreams must die So I bid my goodbye And never knew So close, was waiting Waiting here with you And now, forever, I know All that I wanted To hold you so close

He remembered that day. He remembered how for about three minutes the whole world was gone and all that mattered was that you were in his arms. Not expecting the whole situation to have such an effect on him. After all, he had always avoided anything related to romance. Even if he wanted to, he never had anyone with whom he could try such a thing. Then you showed up, looking at him much warmer than everyone else. Always available to him, always helpful and giving support. When, after a whole day of listening to nothing but insults in his direction, you met and your heartwarming voice with a hint of something he couldn't identify before dispelled all the coldness leaving only a pleasant calm. Now he knew it was affection. Even when you teased and called him an idiot, you said it in such a way that he felt as if the most beautiful praise in the world had been poured down on him. Why didn't he notice this earlier? Why did it take the entire messed-up situation with Diana for him to realize it? Why didn't you ever mention anything about it before?

So close to reaching That famous happy end Almost believing This one's not pretend And now you're beside me And look how far we've come So far we are, so close

How could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now

At that moment he wanted so badly to kiss you. To give himself to the magic of that moment and just kiss you. But he remembered that you are not alone. He remembered that you are friends, not a couple. Not knowing if you would want the same, he panicked. 

We're so close to reaching That famous happy end Almost believing This one's not pretend Let's go on dreaming For we know we are So close, so close And still so far

You were so close. So close, just within reach, yet panic won out over desire. Not knowing how to act, the only thing that came to his mind was to step back and pretend that it didn't affect him even the slightest. Now he understood your sad expression when he said it was nothing special. Listening to the same song performed by you now, he had never felt so far away from you before. He lost you at a time when he was just beginning to understand his feelings for you. At the time he didn't know what was happening to him, now he felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

When the applause sounded in the hall again you started to go backstage. Without a second thought he ran there.

"Y/n!" he called out to get your attention. "Can we talk?" he reached out a hand to touch your shoulder, but you moved away from him quickly enough that he didn't.

"I don't have the strength to talk to you right now Eddie, I'm sorry." Your voice was weak.

"Please, give me a chance to explain..."

"What do you want to explain? There is nothing to explain."

"Why didn't you ever say anything? If only I had known that you felt something for me, things would have been different!"

"What would it change?"

"Everything..." he said almost inaudibly.

"Don't lie to me Eddie!" you blurted out. "Don't lie to me in a situation like this, because I can't stand it. I can barely handle what happened, I don't need your fucking lies!" you didn't mean to sound so harsh, but you were barely holding on.

"I'm not lying, why the hell would I lie to you?!"

"Because this..." you pointed at both of you with your hand "This is nothing special for you."

"y/n, it's-"

"I don't want to hear it Eddie." you said swallowing tears. "I don't want to hear it because I know it will hurt even more. You've made your decision. And as much as I was able to understand that you didn't return my feelings, I will never accept how easily you forgot about all of us. We were so close Eddie! So fucking close, but now? As far away as possible." Without waiting for his reaction, you turned and walked away, leaving him alone with the despair that was slowly consuming him all over. 

All weekend, Eddie was immersed in sadness. Your words kept sounding in his head, refusing to let go. He wondered how badly he must have messed everything up that you didn't want to believe his words. Saying that he had forgotten about you wasn't entirely true either, but he realized that from your perspective that's what it looked like. He regretted his behavior. Now he knew that the hot moments with Diana in were definitely not worth it. He didn't even care too much about the fact that she used him. He focused all his energy on experiencing and condemning himself for having participated in breaking your heart. This was something he could not forgive himself for.

Sunday afternoon passed peacefully in the Munson's trailer. Eddie had done nothing all weekend except playing his guitar and sleeping. When Wayne entered his room a picture of misery and despair was painted in front of him, but he didn't want to push his nephew, saying only that if he decided to talk he knew where to find him.

The man was dozing off in front of the TV when a firm knock on the door snapped him to his feet.

"Hi Mr. Munson," his eyes were met by the entire Corroded Coffin squad. "Is Eddie home?"

"Hi boys. He is, but I don't think he's feeling well," he said, letting them inside. "Maybe you guys know what's going on?"

"Oh, it's very simple, Eddie instead of being guided by his feelings was guided by what's in his zipper and lost the girl who for months you were in love with him," said Gareth.

"He was in love with her, too, but he realized it a little too late." Simon added.

"You forgot to add that I also lost my friends." Eddie's voice surprised them.

"We're here, so I guess you haven't lost them yet." Jeff replied waiting for his friend's reaction. He just merely opened the door to the room wider in a gesture of inviting them in. Simon took a seat in a chair at the desk, Jeff on the floor opposite the bed and Gareth, without waiting for permission, spread out across the bed. Eddie sat on the floor next to Jeff playing nervously with the rings on his fingers.

"Dude, you look like shit." Simon finally said, causing everyone to laugh.

"I look just like I feel, asshole." Eddie grabbed the dice that was lying by his leg and threw it towards the boy.

"So..." began Gareth.

"I'm sorry. For everything. I acted like an idiot." Munson breathed out.

"And?"

"I know you guys think I forgot about you, but it wasn't like that. I just-" He couldn't find the words to describe the whole situation.

"Did you think with your dick instead of your brain? How is Diana by the way?"

Eddie with embarrassment told them how the whole situation looked like. About how he let himself be screwed into her hopeless manipulation, about how it all ended, about how he felt when he saw you perform with them on stage during the prom and your conversation after the show. A lot of emotions weighed on his heart, he had been feeling so lonely for a long time that now he did not hold back from opening up and sharing everything he felt with his friends. Even as they continued to make mischievous jokes, he was grateful that he no longer had to be alone with it all.

"Okay, I'm a little guilty about all of this. If it weren't for my loose tongue Diana you would never have known that y/n was in love with you. I feel obligated to help you get her back."

"What?" Eddie didn't expect that. Get you back? Was that even still possible?

"Do you feel anything for her?" interjected Simon

"Yeah, of course I do".

"So I guess it's worth fighting for her?"

"But... I don't know how."

"But I do." Gareth pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Are you ready to make a romantic fool of yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

Eddie didn't get an answer instead the boy smiled broadly and clicked something on the phone from which a song came after a moment.

How does she know you love her? How does she know she's yours?

"Oh my fucking God!" Eddie covered his face with his hands, and Gareth paused the song. Is he really going to seek help from a song from a damn Disney movie?

"This can be your final chance! And I don't have any other idea, so- Remember how excited she was about that movie? You've already used the dance to that song and screwed it up completely."

Eddie pondered his friend's idea for a moment. The truth was that he had nothing to lose, instead he had a great deal to gain. It was definitely worth it.

"Alrigh Giselle... enlighten me." 

does he leave a little note to tell you, you are on his mind? send you yellow flowers when the sky is gray?

When you found a small piece of paper and a yellow tulip lying behind the wiper of your car on Monday morning you thought it was a joke, but you knew this handwriting very well. You would recognize it anywhere. Throughout the week, a new note with a flower was waiting for you every morning. On Sunday evening you decided to show them to Robin.

I think about you.

I miss you.

I hope your day will be nice.

So close together, and when I'm with you, so close to feeling alive You made me feel emotions I had no idea about before. 

I never thought being romantic was for me, but you make me want to try it.

Romantic dreams must die? What if we tried to bring them back to life and make them come true? 

Let's go on dreaming For we know we are So close, and NOT so far

The last change of the text especially reached your heart. Of course you wanted to be the closest to him in every way possible, but what if you once again gave your heart to him and after a while he would say it was nothing special?

"They started to appear so suddenly?" she asked looking at them.

"Yes, I completely don't know what to think about it Robin. First he tells me that one of the most special moments in my life is, in fact, nothing special, and then I witness how in love they are with with Diana, and now this all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it didn't work out for them?"

"And now I'm supposed to be a consolation prize?"

"I am so sorry." she said resting her head on your shoulder. The thought of you being his second choice was killing you from the inside. Why was he doing all this? Why couldn't he let you forget in peace and move on?

does he take you out dancing just so he can hold you close?

Nope. Not gonna happen. The previous dance turned out to be a disaster and he wasn't going to risk it again.

dedicate a song with words meant just for you?

This. He could do that, but a little later. 

he'll wear your favorite color just so he can match your eyes, rent a private picnic by the fire's glow

After a week of getting flowers and notes, there was silence. You wondered what you should do. Why did he stop? Maybe because you didn't respond to any of them? Maybe he got upset and decided it was all a mistake? It's been a long time since you felt so confused and lost. Then, suddenly, your phone rang, and you were relieved that it was only Robin.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hello to you too." you replied sarcastically.

"Steve and I will be outside your house in ten minutes, we're going for a ride."

"Wha-" before you had time to finish she hung up.

This was no joke. Punctually ten minutes later the honking of Steve's car sounded on your street. The ride didn't last long, less than ten minutes to Lover's Lake during which they both ignored all your questions. When you got out of the car Steve stood behind you covering your eyes with his hands and Robin grabbed your hand leading you forward. When Harrington finally let you see, you froze. A large blanket was spread out on the grass with thick candles in glass jars. Next to it stood a vase with yellow tulips, the same ones you had been getting before. Beside it was a backpack with your favorite snacks sticking out of it and Eddie's acoustic guitar.

"Guys, what's going on?" you asked turning around. But Steve and Robin had disappeared from your sight. Now in front of you stood Eddie dressed in his Hellfire T-shirt. But it was slightly different than the rest. This time the skull was in your favorite color.

"Please." he said walking up to you. "Before you leave, please give me a chance to fight for you." He grabbed your hand. Feeling you not snatch it from his grasp he led you to a blanket where you both sat down. The sun began to slowly hide behind the horizon. The warm orange created a beautiful spectacle by combining with other colors and reflecting in the surface of the calm water. The view was calming. It was as if the sky wanted to tell you that everything will be fine. You decided to trust it. Without a word, Eddie grabbed his guitar and began to play a song quietly singing the words. He sang as if he didn't want to startle the moment with being too lound. You listened in silence still not taking your eyes off the setting sun.

I know I've been so hard on you I know I've told you lies If I could have just one more wish I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

This was the moment when you finally decided to look at him. When your eyes met and you saw in his sincerity, you knew this was the moment you forgave him everything. It was the moment you decided to trust him once again. To risk breaking your heart once again. You knew  that he was worth it. Not wanting to waste another moment you put your hand on the strings to stop him. Scared that you were about to get up and leave, he swallowed the gulp in his throat, preparing himself for rejection. 

"I forgive you, Eddie." Those three words were like salvation to him.

"Really?" he put down his guitar quickly and squatted closer to you.

"If you promise to be honest with me."

"Of course, sweetheart."

"I want you to tell me the truth Eddie, I want to hear it, please." Your voice was nervous.

"Let's start from the beginning when I lied that the dance in Harrington's living room was nothing special. Because it was. So damn special that I think I got scared of my own feelings and panicked and lied. Later that whole situation with Diana? I swear to you on everything that if I knew you had feelings for me I wouldn't even look at her. I couldn't believe that someone as hopeless as me could find his place in your heart..."

"Eddie you are not hopeless-"

"Let me finish, please." he put his hand on your knee. "I've missed you so damn much. Day after day every time I didn't come to meetings with you I couldn't stop thinking about you. And when I saw Steve holding your hand? Believe me it was like a nightmare that haunted me for days without a break. Once Will showed pictures of a pool party I once again didn't attend. I was jealous as Hell and angry with myself for being so distant from you. But what hurt me the most was that in those pictures you were so smiling, so happy... Which made me realize that you don't need me to be like that at all. I know it's terribly selfish, but you wanted the truth so you got it..." he took a deep breath. "It turned out that Diana only needed me to make you angry. She heard Gareth talking about you being in love with me and decided to take advantage of it. Of course, I have nothing in common with her anymore and I am disgusted with myself to the core because I took part in it.

"You didn't know that..."

"But I took part in it, and I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for it. When I wrote on one of the notes that thanks to you I felt emotions I had no idea about, I wasn't lying. Damn it, before I thought I wanted to have nothing in common with anything romantic, but for you? I even watched that movie again, I planned it all inspired by a song that refuses to leave my head and drives me crazy because I wanted so badly to find the answer to the question how does she know you love her? Letters, yellow flowers, dedicating a song and a picnic? I even tried to train the raccoons from the trailer park to dance and sing but I guess they didn't like the idea." He grinned causing you to giggle. "The whole situation came about because neither of us had the courage to confess what we felt. That's why now I don't want to hide it anymore. I don't want to hide the fact that I am in love with you."

"And I am in love with you too, Eddie." you said without stopping the smile creeping onto your lips. The sun was long gone from sight however the night and its starry sky were equally beautiful. Your faces were illuminated by the soft candlelight making everything look like a scene from a movie. But it was much better than even the best movie in the world. You and Eddie now played the leading roles, and no one else but you decided what to do next.

"From what I remember they also mentioned something about a true love's kiss" No more running away. Early on he had taken too many steps backward and he had no intention of repeating that mistake. From now on, every step he took was forward toward the door behind which lay your future together.

"Oh, and what specifically?" You laughed, bringing your face closer to his.

"Something about pulling a tail," he curled a strand of your hair on his finger and pulled lightly.

"Really?" you asked touching his curls gently.

"And uh... somethin' about the lips I guess..."

"Lips?"

"Yeah. Lips." He nodded. "Listen. I know that I was an idiot. A complete asshole. An obvious blind man. But even the biggest idiot in the kingdom deserves a second chance."

"A chance for what?"

"For true love's kiss."

"Is this our happy ending Eddie?"

"No sweetheart. This is our happy beginning." And then, without waiting a moment longer, your lips finally connected. Kissing him was a much more magical experience than you expected. At first shy kisses became more and more thirsty for closeness. So close. Never before had he been so close as now. You wanted this closeness to consume you completely, so that you were short of breath. And if the true love's kiss was a real thing, you knew that only Eddie's lips would work in your case.

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[bjfinn]

LILY

Barbara looked at the clock on her bedside table -- 1:16am. She sighed, dismayed that she hadn't yet fallen asleep. Of course, being a ghost meant that she didn't actually need to sleep, but it was still a good way to recharge. Besides, what else was there to do at night?

She turned in the bed to face her husband. Adam was fast asleep beside her, snoring softly. A wave of emotion washed over her as she gazed at him in the dim moonlight coming through the attic window. Love, most definitely -- but regret as well. Regret for the life that they could have had together, if it hadn't been so suddenly cut short.

"Adam?" she whispered. "Adam? Are you awake?"

Adam mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over.

Barbara sighed again. At least we're still together, she thought. Together forever.

Forever. A word that the living -- breathers, as Beej called them -- bandied about, with no real understanding of its meaning. To them it meant until death -- how could it not? The living had no real clue about what death really was. She and Adam certainly hadn't.

But death -- that was forever. An unending eternity of existing but not living. An eternity of unfulfilled promises, unattained goals, unmet hopes and dreams. Now that they were dead, she and Adam would never have the children they'd so desperately wanted -- they'd never even know why they'd been unable to get pregnant.

Of course, they did have a family of sorts -- the Deetzes were wonderful people. Charles and Delia, after all was said and done, had welcomed the Maitlands' continued presence in the house, and Lydia was like a daughter to them.

And then there was Beej. Barbara smiled at the thought of the half-ghost/half-demon, unhinged, lecherous, psychotic and potentially murderous, who had unwittingly brought this strange and unusual family together.

Her thoughts returned to the Deetzes, and her smile faded as she realised that she and Adam wouldn't get older, but they'd have to watch as Charles and Delia gradually aged and grew infirm. They'd have to say goodbye to Lydia when she left to begin a life of her own -- would she still come and visit once her father and stepmother were gone? Of course she won't, Barbara thought, unless Charles leaves the house to her in his will. And even if he does, she might decide to sell.

Would she and Adam be able to leave the house then? Or were they bound to this place for all eternity, only able to venture out if a living person sent them on an errand? Beej could come and go as he pleased, now that Juno was gone and her curse on him broken, but that was different -- he'd been born dead in the Netherworld. He'd never been alive -- well, except for the two minutes after he and Lydia had married.

She sighed again and smiled wistfully. In some ways, she and Adam had experienced more in death than they ever had in life, but still ...

"Barbara?" Adam asked.

"Did I wake you?"

"What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking about ... eternity," she replied. "What that really means. Watching everyone else grow old, while we ... stay the same, never changing, no more hopes and dreams, no more plans for the future, just ... this. Death. Till the end of time."

"Bunny --"

"What's the point of it all? I mean, if this is all there is -- if this is what being dead is, then ... why isn't it just the end? We can't do anything! We can't ... everything we planned for our future is ... dust."

"We still have a future," Adam said. "It's not the future we expected, but ... we have our home, and a family. And we still have each other." He put his arms around her. "I know it's not what we planned, or expected, but it's still good -- isn't it?"

"I know," Barbara replied, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I know, but --"

"But you just want to know what it all means."

She nodded against his shoulder.

"I wish I had an answer, honey. I always figured that the meaning of life was for each of us to decide. And for me -- that's you."

Barbara laughed through her tears. "That's so corny!"

"It might be corny, but it's true." He kissed her tenderly. "Maybe ... maybe we were meant to die, so that Beej could be here to stop Lydia from killing herself. And maybe now our purpose is to watch over her, and Charles and Delia -- to be there for them, to help them all to rebuild their lives."

"I ... I don't know that that's enough," Barbara said. "There's so much we wanted to do with our lives -- and now ... now that we have all the time in the world ... we can't do any of it. Because we're dead.

"We'll never get to go to Venice or Florence, or Greece, or Spain -- or even ... I don't know ... Pittsburgh! We'll never ... we'll never meet the children we might've had -- they'll never be born."

"Barb," Adam said gently, "even if we hadn't died, there's no guarantee that things would've gone the way we wanted. The fertility doctor we were planning to see might not have been able to help."

"But at least we'd know why, Adam," she told him. "We'd know what the problem was. We'd have some ..."

"Closure."

"Exactly -- closure." She sighed. "But now it's too late."

Adam was silent for a moment. "Where do babies come from?" he asked.

"What?"

"I mean, their souls? They must come from somewhere, right?"

"What are you getting at?"

"You said that we'd never get to meet the children we might've had. But what if we could? What if their souls already exist, waiting to be born?''

"What if they do? There's no way we could possibly find them."

"Maybe Beej could," Adam replied. "If anyone would know how to find them, it'd be him, right? After all, he is a demon -- and he's family. Maybe there's a part of the Netherworld that's reserved for the souls of those who haven't been born yet."

"Even if there is," Barbara asked, "how could he find our children? We wouldn't be able to tell him anything about them -- none of the souls would have names yet, or ... personalities, or anything. They'd just be ... blank slates. Identical."

"Yeah, you're right," Adam sighed, pulling her close and stroking her hair. He wished there was something -- anything -- he could do ...

"Make love to me," Barbara said softly.

"A-are you ... are you sure?"

She nodded against his chest. "I'm sure," she replied.

*****

"That was wonderful," she said afterwards, snuggling against him.

"Glad I could help," Adam replied with a chuckle. He moved a lock of her hair from her cheek and kissed her gently.

"Mmm -- you were a big help. We don't do that enough."

"Well, it's kind of hard when Beej is here between us half the time." He sighed contentedly. "I'm glad he visits Dewey on a regular basis now -- it gives us some ... quality time once in a while."

*****

The next morning, Beej returned from his latest trip to New York.

"Hey, guys!" he said, materialising in the kitchen just as the family was sitting down to breakfast. "Ooh! Waffles!" he said, licking his lips and reaching for the pastry.

Barbara slapped his hand away. "Fork," she said.

"Fork you," he replied with a grin, sticking his tongue out at her. She drew back her fist, and he flinched. "Okay, okay -- jeez!" He picked up a fork and stabbed it into the pile of waffles, spearing three of them, and then took his seat. "You know, Babs," he said, pouring syrup over the waffles, "you're hot when you're angry."

She frowned at him, but the corners of her mouth curled up in a half-smile. The demon could be crude, rude and lewd, but a compliment was a compliment, after all.

"So," he said around a mouthful of pastry, "what's new?"

Suddenly Barbara leapt to her feet. "E-excuse me," she said in a strangled voice.

"Honey?" Adam said, standing up. "Are you okay?"

In reply, she flapped a hand at him, the other covering her mouth, and bolted for the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and then they heard the sound of retching.

Her husband knocked on the bathroom door. "Bunny?" He tried the knob, and the door opened. "Barbara?"

She was kneeling in front of the toilet bowl, still vomiting loudly. Adam's nose wrinkled slightly.

After a moment, Barbara took a deep, ragged breath and wiped her mouth with toilet paper. "I ... I'm fine," she said. "I don't ... I don't know what ... i-it happened so fast..."

Adam helped her to her feet. "What happened?" he asked.

"I ... I don't know," she replied shakily. "One second I was fine, and the next ..." She shook her head. "That was weird." She flushed the toilet.

The Deetzes gathered around as Adam led his wife out of the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" Delia asked.

Barbara nodded. "Yeah, I-I'm okay.'' She sighed loudly and smiled. "I must've picked up some kind of bug."

"Can ghosts even get sick?" Charles asked.

Lydia looked at Beej. "Can they?"

"Not as far as I know," he said.

"There are no ... Netherworld viruses?" Adam asked.

The demon shook his head. "Only breathers get sick." Suddenly his brows furrowed, and he approached Barbara, bending down to place an ear against her midriff.

"What are you doing?" she asked, pushing him away.

"Relax," he told her. "I thought I heard something, that's all."

"What did you hear?" asked Delia.

"I-I'm ... I'm not sure," came the reply. He stuck his pinky in his ear and wiggled it around. "Maybe I was imagining it."

"Let's get you to bed," Adam suggested.

"Horn-dog," the demon said.

"Beej!" Lydia exclaimed.

"What? It was a joke -- come on!"

"If you need anything, let us know," Delia said.

*****

Almost every morning for the next week, Barbara ended up in the bathroom, retching violently.

Adam was beside himself with worry. "What's going on?" he asked Beej. "What's wrong with my wife? How can she be sick?"

The demon shook his head. "No clue," he said. "I never heard of anything like this."

"You must know something! "

"Hey, your guess is as good as mine, pal."

*****

Then one morning, Barbara's mysterious illness was gone, just like that. But something equally strange happened.

"How are my clothes too tight?" she asked. "I'm a ghost -- ghosts don't gain weight! What the ... what the hell is going on???"

Beej came into the Maitlands' attic bedroom, saw Barbara struggling to button her dress, and grinned. "You're looking good, Babs -- the extra pounds suit you!"

"Beej! Knock it off!" Adam said with uncharacteristic vehemence.

"Sorry! " the demon shot back. "I was just tryna be supportive!"

"How is this possible?" Barbara asked him.

Beej shrugged. "I don't know -- unless you wanted to put on a couple of pounds, it shouldn't be possible." He looked at her. "Uhh ... you didn't, did you?"

"No! " she wailed.

"Okay, just checking. Uh, can I ... uhh ...?" He held out his hands as if to touch her belly.

Frowning, Barbara nodded. Beej put both hands on her abdomen.

"What is it?" Adam asked.

"Not sure," came the reply. "But something's different."

"What's different? What is happening to me??? "

Beej sighed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were ... pregnant."

*****

"Pregnant??? " the Deetzes exclaimed in unison when they were told.

"Can ghosts even get pregnant?" Lydia asked.

"Apparently they can," Beej said.

"Ohhh!" Delia squealed, throwing her arms around Barbara. "You're going to have a baby! Congratulations!"

"Uh, yes ... congratulations to you both," Charles said, not knowing what else to say. He reached out and shook Adam's hand. "I'm sure ... you'll both make fine parents."

"Th-thanks," Adam replied. "It's still a bit of a shock."

"I'll say," Lydia added.

"Oh!" Delia said suddenly. "You'll be able to use your crib!"

"Yes," Barbara nodded. "Yes, we will." She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

"We'll have to plan a baby shower!" Delia said. "When are you due?"

I-I ... I don't know," Barbara said. "Maybe ... eight, eight and a half months, I guess? It's a ... a ghost baby, so ... I don't know if it'll come sooner, or ..."

*****

"What if ... what if the baby isn't what we're expecting?" Lydia asked. She and Beej were up on the roof, looking at the stars. "What if it's not ... just a ghost baby? What if it's something else?"

"A demon?"

She nodded. "I mean, this has never happened before, right? How do we know what it's gonna be? It could be anything."

"If it's a demon, or anything else, I'll take it back to the Netherworld," Beej said. "But I'm not getting any demon vibes."

"Okay," Lydia said, reassured. After a moment, she looked at him. "How are you feeling about all this?"

"I'm happy for 'em," he replied. "They always wanted a kid. And I like babies."

"What do you know about babies?" Lydia asked with a smirk.

"Hey, I used to babysit Alex's daughter!"

"Alex Medford? The one who wrote your summoning spell?"

Beej nodded. "Yeah -- me and Riley had a lot of fun."

"Huh," she said. "Somehow, I can't picture you as a babysitter."

"I was a great babysitter," he told her. "In fact, I'm the best babysitter ever! "

*****

Within a couple of weeks, Barbara was barely able to fit into any of her clothes.

"What am I supposed to do?" she said morosely. "I can't just walk around naked! "

"I wouldn't mind," Beej quipped.

"Beej," Adam said, a warning tone in his voice.

Beej's hair instantly turned purple. "Sorry," he said contritely. "I was just tryna lighten the mood."

"I'm taking you to the maternity store," Delia told her. "Let's get you a whole new wardrobe." She looked at Lydia. "Would you like to join us?"

Lydia rolled her eyes and sighed exaggeratedly. "I guess -- but I'm only going for Barbara. Just for moral support."

Delia clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh, this is going to be fun! Just us girls!"

"What're we supposed to do?" Beej asked.

"You can help me finish getting the crib ready," Adam suggested.

"Okay," the demon agreed happily.

*****

"What are you reading?" Charles asked when he came into the bedroom.

Delia held up the book: Pregnancy for Dummies. "I thought I should learn how to help Barbara through this -- after all, it's not as if she can go to an OB/GYN."

"No," Charles agreed, shaking his head. "No, I suppose not."

"The good news is that her pregnancy seems to be going well -- although it's progressing a lot faster than if she were still alive."

"BJ has said that time moves differently in the Netherworld -- I suppose the same holds true for the dead in our world." He paused. "How long do you think it'll be?"

"I'm not sure," Delia replied. "Maybe a couple of months?"

*****

"A couple of months? " Barbara exclaimed. "I ... I'm not ready -- there's so much to do! A-are you sure?"

Delia shook her head. "No," she said. "I'm not sure -- I'm just going by how fast it's been moving so far. It might slow down."

"Or it might not," Barbara said. "It might start going faster. Oh, God ..."

"It'll be all right," Delia told her, putting an arm around her friend's shoulder. "You have Adam, as well as me, Charles and Lydia -- we're all here to help."

"Don't forget about me!" Beej said, appearing suddenly. "I can help, too!"

Barbara smiled at the demon. "I'm sure you're going to be a big help, Beej," she said. "After all, who knows more about being born dead than you?"

He smiled, his hair turning pink.

*****

"Adam? Come over here."

"What is it, honey?" he asked, immediately concerned. "Is something wrong?"

Barbara shook her head, smiling. "I felt the baby kick. Oh! It happened again!"

"Really?" Adam said, grinning. "Can I ...?"

She nodded, and he put his hands on her belly. "I can't feel -- oh! I felt it!" His face lit up. "I really felt it!"

There was a knock on the door, and Lydia entered. "Hi, guys. I --"

"Lydia!" Barbara exclaimed. "The baby's kicking -- you have to feel it!"

The girl came over and placed a hand on the woman's belly. A moment later, her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, wow -- that's amazing! Does it hurt?"

"A -- a little," Barbara admitted. "But it's not too bad."

"Hey guys!" Beej said, appearing suddenly. "What's going on?"

"You gotta feel this!" Lydia told him. She took his hand and put it on Barbara's belly.

"Oof! " Barbara grunted. "That's the strongest one yet!"

"What was that??? " the demon exclaimed.

"That's the baby kicking," Lydia told him.

Beej scowled, streaks of red shooting through his hair. "You stop hurting your mom!" he told the baby.

Barbara chuckled. "It's okay, Beej," she said. "It's perfectly normal -- it means the baby is healthy."

"Well, okay," he said doubtfully. "If you say so." Mollified, his hair returned to its normal green. "I guess it is kinda cramped in there -- I'd probably kick, too."

*****

"Uhh, Barbara?" Lydia said.

"What?" Then she realised that the girl's attention was focussed on her chest, and she looked down. "I'm leaking??? Oh, God!"

Lydia smiled. "Relax," she said. "It's perfectly normal, right?"

Barbara sighed in exasperation. "I know ... it's just -- it's a pain, that's all. I mean it's one thing after another!"

"Maybe that's the way the universe makes sure that you're ready to be a mother," Lydia told her.

"You sound like Delia," Barbara replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, well -- she's got a lot of out there ideas, but some of it actually makes sense, you know?" Lydia smiled. "I've learned not to automatically dismiss what she says -- I mean, my BFFFF is a demon, after all!

"Now, let's get you cleaned up."

*****

"Hey, guys," Beej said. "Has anybody noticed that Babs is a lot bigger now?"

"She is pregnant, dumbass," Lydia smirked. "It kinda goes with the territory."

"I know that, Lydia!" Beej retorted, scowling comically. "I'm not talking about her belly! I'm talking about her ..." He held his hands up as if he was carrying two melons in front of his chest.

"Beej!" Adam exclaimed.

"Well, I mean I can't be the only one who's noticed! She's huge! And hot!"

Adam nodded reluctantly. "Yeah," he said. "You have a point."

Beej grinned and punched him playfully in the arm. "Bet you're having a lot of fun with 'em, aren't you?"

"Ow!" Adam winced, rubbing the spot. "No, I -- Barbara says they're too tender for ... you know -- that kind of thing."

"Well, that sucks. Hey, maybe they'll stay like that after the baby's born, huh?" the demon licked his lips suggestively.

Adam glared at him.

"Hey, I'm just sayin'!"

*****

"Bunny?" Adam sat down beside his wife and began rubbing her back. "What's wrong?"

Delia came in and immediately went over to Barbara and knelt in front of her. She took both of Barbara's hands in hers. "Why are you crying?"

"I ... I-I don't know," she replied despondently. "I can't help it -- what's wrong with me?"

Delia smiled gently. "It's the hormones," she explained. "Your body is being flooded with all kinds of hormones, and that causes weird mood swings. Think of it like ... uhh, like ..."

"Like?"

"Oh! I know -- like the baby is sharing all of its hopes and fears with you!"

Adam looked at Delia. "That's ... almost beautiful," he said.

"Thanks," she said. "I thought it was pretty good." She stood up. "I'll go make some lemon balm tea -- it'll help you feel better."

A few minutes later she returned with a mug of steaming herbal tea, as well as the geode Dewey had given her for Christmas. "Here you go," she said, handing the mug to Barbara. She set the rock on the nightstand.

"Thank you," Barbara said, and took a sip. "What's with the geode?"

"It's amethyst," Delia told her. "It's very good for calming anxiety and mood swings -- I think you could use it." She held up her hands to stave off any protests. "I know, I know -- crystals! All that woo-woo stuff. But they really do work. Believe me -- crystals have helped me immensely. Besides, it can't hurt, right?"

"Thanks, Delia," Adam said. "That's very kind of you."

"I've got something else for you," Delia said, and produced a necklace of marbled green gemstones. "Malachite," she explained. "One of the best all-rounders for pregnancy."

"Oh, it's gorgeous! " Barbara exclaimed, taking the necklace in both hands.

"And meditation is great for managing emotions, too -- if you're interested."

"Thank you," Barbara said. "You're a ... a wonderful friend."

"Us girls have to stick together, right?"

*****

"Okay!" Delia said, clapping her hands together. "Are we ready for your first session?"

"I don't have to sit on a floor cushion or anything, do I?" Barbara asked. "I ... I don't think I could manage it."

"Of course not, dear," Delia reassured her. "The only thing that matters is that you're comfortable -- you can sit here."

Adam, holding his wife's hand, helped her settle into the armchair and took his seat in the other chair.

Barbara let out a heavy sigh. "I think this baby's going to be gigantic," she said.

Delia lowered herself to the floor and crossed her legs in the lotus position, her hands face up on her thighs, middle fingers and thumbs touching.

"Take a long, deep breath," she said, "and as you exhale, feel the weight of your body connecting you to your seats. Another deep breath ... and another ... and one more.

"Now, as your breathing retuns to normal, I want you to focus on how your breath feels as it enters your nose and exits your mouth ..."

*****

"I'm hungry," Barbara said.

"What would you like, honey?" Adam asked.

"I need ... ice cream. And kimchi. With anchovies and Oreos."

Adam grimaced. "Are ... are you sure about that?" he asked. "That doesn't sound very appetising."

"It's what I want!" she glared at him.

"Okay, okay," he replied. "If that's what you want, that's what I'll get you. In the meantime, you should just try breathing --"

"You try breathing!" she shot back.

Adam hurried out of the bedroom, nearly colliding with Beej on the stairs.

"Wow," the demon said. "Babs sure gets angry when she's hungry, huh?"

"It's just the hormones," Adam replied.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Hey, speakin' of -- I once made a whore moan so loud that --"

"Where's my ice cream??? " Barbara roared suddenly.

"Coming, dear!" Adam called back. "Not now, Beej!"

"Uh, yeah -- I'll tell you later," the demon said as Adam brushed past him. He shook his head. "Yeesh! Poor guy. I'm glad I'm not tied down. Footloose and fancy free -- that's me!" But a tinge of purple threaded its way through his green hair.

*****

Then one morning, Adam was getting dressed when he heard Barbara say, "Oh, God! "

He ran to the bathroom, still pulling on his shirt. "What happened?"

Barbara was just standing there in front of the sink, looking down at the puddle at her feet. She turned and looked at him. "I think it's time," she said. "My water broke."

"Already? It's only been three months!" He gathered himself and put an arm around her shoulders. "Uh, okay ... we need to get you downstairs -- no. I need to get everybody up here. Yeah, that's what I ... but first, let's get you back to bed, okay?

"Beej!"

"What's going on?" the demon said, appearing.

"It's time," Adam told him.

"Time for what?"

"The baby's coming! Go get everybody!"

"Holy crap! Okay, yeah -- you got it, buddy!" He grinned and gave them a double thumbs-up, and disappeared again.

Adam led his wife back to the bed and helped her get settled, and shortly after Beej returned with the Deetzes.

Delia went over to Barbara and took her hand. "Are you sure?" she asked.

Barbara nodded. "Yes -- it's coming. I'm not ready. I --" She grunted suddenly as the first contraction hit her. "Ohh, GOD!!! AAAAAHHH!!!"

"Okay," Delia said. "Remember your breathing exercises."

"What can I do?" Charles asked.

"Get a basin of cool water and a washcloth," Delia instructed. "You can mop her brow."

"I thought it was supposed to be hot water," he said.

"That's for later, when the baby comes -- BJ can heat the water when it's time."

"Just say the word," the demon nodded.

"Lydia," Delia said, "you and Adam can talk to Barbara -- help keep her calm."

Lydia nodded, and she joined Adam at Barbara's side. Charles returned with the basin and washcloths, and took his place beside his daughter and started gently mopping the pregnant ghost's brow.

"BJ, I need you to take Barbara's hand while I centre myself," Delia said.

"Me??? " the demon said, backing away. "Nuh-uh! Nope! No siree Bob!"

"BJ!"

"I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies! "

"Get over here and help! " Barbara snarled between clenched teeth. "Or I swear to God I'll -- AAAAAHHH!!! "

"Ommmm ..." Delia intoned, her eyes closed. "Ommmm ..."

The demon rushed to Barbara's side, his eyes welling up. "I don't know what to do!!! "

He gently took her hand in his and almost instantly regretted it as another contraction began. Beej's knees buckled and his face contorted comically as the ghost squeezed his hand violently.

"Ow ow ow ow ow! " he hissed.

"Don't be such a baby!" Adam told him. "You're a demon -- you don't have to feel pain!"

"I know that, Adam! I ... just wasn't expecting it, is all!"

"Breathe through the pain," Adam said. "Remember? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo."

Beej began imitating him, breathing in short bursts. "Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo."

"Not you, dumbass!" Lydia said.

Beej glared comically at her. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Just breathe, Barbara," Lydia told her.

"You're doing great, honey," Adam said.

"OH, GOD!!! " Barbara screamed, as the next contraction began. "I swear to God, Adam -- if you ever touch me again, I'll cut your b-- AAAH! AAAAAHHH!!! "

"OH, FUUUUUCK!!! " Beej moaned at the same moment as she clenched his hand even tighter.

"Okay, PUSH!!! " Delia roared as Barbara bore down. "PUUUSH!!! "

"I see the head!" Adam exclaimed. "Come on, honey -- just a little bit more ..."

"I can't," Barbara sobbed. "I ... I changed my mind -- I don't want to be a moth-- AAAAAHHH!!! "

"You can do it," Delia said. "You have to! Now, woman up and PUSH!!! "

Barbara nodded and took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and gave it everything she had.

Then suddenly Adam was holding a baby in his hands. "Oh my god oh my god ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! " he laughed. "You did it!"

Beej held his hand briefly over the basin, heating the water as Charles tied off both ends of the umbilical cord and cut it with the surgical scissors, and then Adam handed the baby to Delia and she cleaned out its mouth with a finger. The new arrival took its first breath and let out a wail as she used one of the washcloths to clean the infant.

"What is it?" Barbara asked. "Let me see!"

"It's a girl," Delia told her, placing the now washed and swaddled baby in Barbara's arms. "A healthy ghost-baby girl. Congratulations!"

Barbara began crying, tears of joy and exhaustion streaming down her face as she looked down at the infant. "A girl," she said softly. "Hello, little one -- we've been waiting a very long time to meet you."

"She's kinda wrinkly," Beej noted, but his eyes were filled with wonder.

"What are you going to call her?" Lydia asked.

"Lily," Barbara said quietly, smiling at her husband. "Her name is Lily -- after Adam's mother."

[psychickiss]

saiki kusuo x filipino reader

— notes: super self-indulgent (and conyo) 😭😭😭😭

— things: just headcanons & mini scenarios because >__< hehehe also medyo taga-luzon / luzon-centric background ni reader kasi... eto lang ako...

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if ever you think in filipino, saiki has to translate your thoughts pa beforehand

(in the case that you know about his powers) sometimes just to mess with him, you purposely think in filipino and do it quick.. like... galit na magulang na handang mamalo quick...

you may or may not have (accidentally) taught saiki a few curse words... and you feel a little proud when you hear him swear in filipino......

(The sole reason i made this post) you let him taste a few filipino desserts and Omg Guess kung ano favprite niya...LECHE FLAN 😍😍😍😍🤞🤞🤞

You take out a tupperware of leche flan. It was unfamiliar to Saiki, but the way your spoon smoothly sunk into the dish made him assume it was somewhat similar to coffee jelly.

“I don’t know if you can tell, but it’s made from egg whites.” You say, and Saiki looks at you, amused.

After you scoop your own share of leche flan, you slide Saiki’s plate to him. You smile at him. “Una ka.” (You (taste it) first.)

Saiki takes a small spoonful of leche flan and puts it in his mouth. You watch him, anticipating his reaction. To your delight, a smile makes its way to his face.

You ask Saiki, “Hehe, do you like it?” But you already can tell he does like the leche flan, although verbal confirmation wouldn’t hurt, right?

Saiki nods, and takes another bite from his plate of leche flan. He quickly finishes it and looks at your semi-untouched plate. You had only taken a few bites, since you were preoccupied, gleefully observing as the psychic happily eats a beloved dessert from your home country.

Saiki uses his spoon to point at your share of leche flan. With telepathy, he asks, “Are you going to finish that?”

You laugh at him and nod. You quietly think to yourself, matakaw, ah. Meron pa naman sa harapan niya. (Greedy, huh? There’s still leche flan in front of him.)

Out of politeness, Saiki asks, “Can I... get more?” Both he and you knew the answer to that was yes. So, you nod. You hand the serving spoon to him.

“Pwede mong ubusin, cute ka naman eh.”

omg he finds it so corny if you send him jeje songs 😷 but he still listens to it and, at some point, ironically thinks that you solely listen to that kind of music... you had to explain the whole jejemon thing in the philippines

he gets confused a lot with the local memes that run through your head... you often tell him that it’s a filipino-only thing, but you explain it to the best that you can

hehe yun lang ☺️

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Is It Really That Bad?

Women leading superhero films has a long and troubled history even before losers online decided to make it their life’s mission to bully Academy Award-winning actress Brie Larson for the crime of being in a mediocre MCU movie. 2004’s Catwoman is the film that is usually pointed to as the movie that poisoned the well in regards to superheroine blockbusters, but it takes two to tango; the following year’s Elektra is just as much to blame for the negative perception of these sorts of films.

And how could it not be? It was rushed into production, Jennifer Garner really didn’t want to do it but was contractually obligated, it was supposed to be rated R until more contractual obligations nipped that idea in the bud, and on top of everything else it was a sequel/spin-off to a movie that was already extremely unpopular (Daredevil vindication was a long way’s off at that point). With all that in mind, is it any wonder that it’s one of the lowest grossing films to ever be based off of a Marvel comic? The only films that did worse were Punisher: War Zone, Man-Thing, and The New Mutants. Even the Howard the Duck movie did better than this shit!

The career of director Rob Bowman as tanked because of this film, with his credits being relegated to TV. Garner, meanwhile, fared just as poorly, with her career cooling off and leading roles not being a thing for her after that point. But worst of all is the career of the poor boat house in this movie, as it ended up appearing in Fifty Shades of Grey. And obviously this film dragged down the idea of a woman headlining a superhero flick for about a decade until Genocide Barbie Gal Gadot stepped into Wonder Woman’s boots. And while Catwoman would receive better adaptations on the big screen, Elektra would get no such chance…

...Until it was revealed that Garner was reprising her role in, of all things, Deadpool & Wolverine.

While the film isn’t out as of the time of this review, the announcement of her presence in it really got me intrigued about the last time she donned the red ninja outfit. I’m a huge apologist for early to mid-2000s superhero garbage, so it only made sense to check it out in preparation for the massive Marvel crossover Deadpool was about to deliver. And you know what question I always ask when going in to an infamous film like this: Is it really that bad?

THE GOOD

This film is just hilariously corny when it wants to be. I think when it does stupid stuff other superhero films of the time did, it tends to do them at least a little better. For instance, like Ghost Rider it has a quirky miniboss squad full of boring flat characters who exist for Elektra to kill. But while the ones in Ghost Rider are completely forgettable and bland, this film at least has some striking visuals with Tattoo and hot forceful lesbian murder smooching with Typhoid Mary, something I’m sure awoke things in the five people who watched this.

Garner herself is really, really trying, and to her credit most of the action scenes she’s in are pretty ok when they aren’t being edited to death. As I watched the unrated version, the brief glimpses of insight into her backstory are nice, and I do love that bright red costume on her. If nothing else, she does sell how cool Elektra is supposed to be with how she carries herself, even if the writing isn’t doing her many favors.

The final act is where things really get fun, because we have a big stupid battle against magical tattoos, teleporting ninjas, and genuinely the funniest possible way to kill a villain ever. I legitimately burst out laughing when I saw this:

THE BAD

Unfortunately, no matter how funny Typhoid Mary taking a knife to the forehead after saying her only two lines in the movie, two lines that actually give her more character than every other villain in the film, it can’t really completely save the film from its two massive, crippling issues.

Literally everyone in this movie is a fucking moron. The biggest moron is easily Elektra’s buddy, who sacrifices himself so Elektra can escape from the bad guys… but his sacrifice is pointless because they pull the info from his mind with psyhcic powers. He would’ve been better off running away with them! But it’s not like the villains are much smarter; one of them chops down a tree, and then almost immediately forgets this and walks into its path before getting crushed to death. It is genuinely absurd how dumb these characters manage to get. The dumbest of them all, however, has to be Stick. I genuinely have no idea what the fuck this man is trying to accomplish at any point, because he is recklessly gambling with people’s lives here.

But hey, dumb decisions are fine in a trashy 2000s superhero movie as long as they lead to some enjoyably dumb scenarios, right? Well, about that… Barring a couple of ridiculously goofy action scenes, this film is pretty bereft of memorable corniness. Remember how I said the minibosses in Ghost Rider were not as good as the ones here? Sure, maybe it’s true, but no amount of murderous lesbian smooching makes this movie more memorable than Ghost Rider, which features over a dozen insane Nicolas Cage moments. But maybe that’s cheating, it’s not fair to compare a Jennifer Garner vehicle to a Nicolas Cage one… so how about Catwoman? As absolutely shoddy as that movie is, there are a bunch of cringey, campy scenes that have helped earn the movie at least a handful of ironic fans. There’s just nothing like that in Elektra. It’s trashy and stupid in safe, unimpressive ways for the most part, and it doesn’t do anything at all to really stand out from the crowd.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

Yeah, I guess it’s bad, but the level of bad that it is is greatly exaggerated.

The movie I’d most compare this to is, of all things, Morbius. I love Morbius more than most people, and even I’m willing to admit it’s multiple bright spots of trashy charm are interspersed with the dullest shit imaginable, and Elektra has a similar issue. It’s just so goddamn unmemorable and dull for the most part, with only the final act being packed full of silly nonsense to latch onto. But even that comparison isn’t great, because Milo was sprinkled throughout Morbius and was genuinely hilarious the whole way through, while Elektra just plods along until it remembers to actually be a little cool for the finale.

I guess really the film is less “bad” and more “not good.” Like if you throw this on in the background as noise while you do something else, it’s not the worst you could do, though even then something like Black Adam would probably be better. If you want to watch a trashy 2000s superhero film, I guess it’s not unwatachably unpleasant, but why wouldn’t you watch Catwoman or Ghost Rider instead? It just is in such an unenviable position where it’s the bottom of the bottom of the barrel, the least engaging super-schlock ever made, a movie not good enough to be vindicated but not bad enough to deserve the hate it gets. Elektra is just a film that exists. That’s all there is to it and aside from the single funny death, I have no strong feelings about this movie. I think a solid 4 is where this belongs. Not good enough to be average, not bad enough to be awful, it’s just there.

All this being said, I’m honestly very excited to see Garner become a teleporting ninja assassin again. Every comic character who was in a crappy adaptation deserves a second shot, be it as a new character (Michael B. Jordan as Killmonger) or as a reprisal that improves on the untapped potential that was there (Jamie Foxx’s Electro in No Way Home). I’m rooting for Garner to get her due, and for Electra to get the respect she truly deserves… But I just don’t really think this movie’s going to be getting a reappraisal no matter how good she ends up doing.

[vynnytypesstuff]

platonic x reader hcs for mk, mei, and red son plz, what would it be like to be best friends with them?

꒰୨୧﹒Lego Monkie Kid - Hcs for Being Best Friends with Mk, Mei, and Red Son 

Ofc! Thanks for the request, here you go Anon.

Warnings: None

Mk

• Hope you don't mind the clingy type, because that's the kind of friend Mk is. Once you two are close, and if you're comfortable with it, he'll have an arm hooked onto yours or slung around your shoulders. No matter where you two are, he'll find some way to end up physically close to you, even if it isn't on purpose

• You're that one pair of friends who everyone looks at and goes "are they dating? Or are they really close friends?" Obviously, in this case, it's the latter, but it's amusing to see the looks of utter confusion on people's faces (including Mks' because he currently has no idea that people wonder if you're a couple, so he gets really confused when he sees you smiling/laughing about it)

• He's addicted to mobile games. Half the games on your phone is likely due to his recommendations (and also because he needs more people to play with him, especially since Mei prefers console gaming). For multi-player apps, he'll call you during his break or free time and ask if you wanna play a round of two

• Movie nights! Whether they're in-person or through a video call, movie nights are a common occurrence in your friendship with Mk. He often invites the rest of the gang to join, but when they're not available, it'll just be you two tangled up on his couch with all the snacks you bought earlier and watching a cheesy movie together

• Mk LOVES cartoons, they're his absolute favorite! He's always trying to get you to binge them with him. He loves it even more when you rant to him about the story and characters

• If you're an artist, he asks if he can look through your sketchbook. If you let him, he'll fawn all over your drawings and praise every piece. He'll immediately start bombarding you with questions about art tips, and if you so happen to have any, he'll be sure to try them out the next time he draws. It's adorable how excited he is

• If you ever go on a walk or run, Mk would love to keep you company! After all, he needs to stay active if he's going to be the Monkey King's successor. Plus, its a good excuse to spend time with you

• He is genuinely the sweetest. Mk does his best to make you feel comfortable with him. He wants you to be able to trust him and feel safe when you're around him. He'll take mental notes of your likes, dislikes, boundaries, etc. If you're feeing down, he'll be at your side in an instant (unless you clarify that you need space). He does his best to listen, and he'll do his best to cheer you up in any way he can

• He gets so flustered if you smother him with compliments. He's not used to the extra attention, so it's one of his biggest weak points

• I hc that he's around 5'3" or 5'4" ft. If you're taller than him, use him as an armrest lol. He might pout and pretend he's annoyed but he honestly doesn't mind the contact. He also loves hitching a ride on your shoulders

Mei Dragon

• The two of you are attached by the hip. Pigsy swears that 90% of the time he sees you, you're hanging out with her. You and Mei practically do everything together; shopping, playing games, getting up to all sorts of shenanigans, you name it! Mei is a huge social butterfly, so expect a lot of "are you free on [insert date]?" type questions

• Tons of late night conversations. She'll text you at 3 in the morning with an arsenal of corny memes and weird conversation starters (ex. "do fishies ever get thirsty?"). It happens so often that you're not even surprised by it anymore, you just go along with it. You're also very concerned for her sleep schedule

• Always invites you and Mk to attend concerts with her. She thinks they're more fun with friends. The night before the concert, the three of you will sleep over at Mk's place. Sometimes Mk will fall asleep early after being tuckered out from work or training (or both), giving you and Mei plenty of time to plan a good old-fashioned prank on him

• Adding onto the last headcanon, if you aren't able to attend the concert, she'll be sure to buy merch for you. It'll usually be a t-shirt or poster

• When you two are hanging around in Pigsy's noodles, Mei tries to get you to do a bunch of Internet dances ([shudders], Tiktok dances, if you will) with her. Even if you don't think you're much of a dancer, she'll just be happy that you wanted to do them with her

• Another activity Mei enjoys is karaoke! This is more something that the whole gang participates in together. Just wait. You, Mei, and Mk are going to end up belting a song at some point

• Matching outfits!! She ADORES matching outfits with you, especially jackets. She thinks it's makes you two look cool. Whenever you two go clothes shopping, I can guarantee you'll both end up with at least one piece of matching clothing. Her favorite is a pair of matching motorcycle jackets, which the two of you displayed while riding her motorcycle together

• You'll always be up to date on all of Mei's interests. She loves to ramble about overly-convoluted storylines of shows shes been watching or the thrilling mechanics of a newly-released game. She'll also let you ramble about your interests. She loves getting to know what you like, and even tries to learn more about that topic herself

• Mei has gaming livestreams and no one can convince me otherwise. Every now and then, she'll invite you onto the stream to play with her. If you're nervous about people watching you, she'll do her best to make you feel comfortable and reassure you that it's all in good fun

• Don't let her eccentric personality fool you, Mei is observant. She knows exactly what voice patterns and mannerisms indicate even the tiniest hint of sadness. Once that's been identified, her mind jumps straight into comfort mode. She's by your side in an instant, letting you know that she's not leaving your side. If you wanna talk about it, she'll listen, and even give her own advice if you wish for her to do so. If you don't want to talk about it, she'll sit with you and allow you to collect yourself. Afterwards, she'll help you find a distraction

• Oh my god she buys you so many gifts, especially during your birthday or the holidays. Sometimes she'll stop by your house with a little bag in her hand and say "I saw this while checking out all the shops, thought you might like it!" For the most part, price doesn't seem to bother her, so expect some really extravagant gifts on special occasions

Red Son

• You're one of, if not the only people who can get away with teasing him. The most he'll do is send a couple of "murder glares" your way, but it's obvious that he's all bark and no bite. Try not to abuse your power. Then again, to quote Simpsons, "I'm a sign, not a cop"

• There are perks to having an inventor as a friend. Have a broken piece of machinery? Red Son can fix it! Having trouble completing a task? Red Son has an invention to help! You'd think that he would mind having extra work, but honestly, he loves getting the chance to show off his intelligence and fancy gadgets

• There is a caring side to his fiery attitude. Even if he doesn't always know what he's doing, he can't bring himself to let one of his closest friends struggle alone, so he'll try his best to accommodate for you. If you're sick or feeling nauseous, he'll lay you down immediately and brew you a soothing cup of tea. If you're upset or angry about something, he'll keep a hand on yours as he silently listens to you vent. Hell, he'll even create some sort of "punching bag" if you need to physically release your frustrations

• He makes you binge cooking shows with him. While watching, he'll give you a run-down on all the different culinary techniques that the chefs use. It's like a mini-cooking lesson. Oh, and don't think you aren't getting away with watching people make all sorts of delicious recipes without trying to make one together, because he is 100% roping you into doing that with him

• Red Son loves self-care products and cosmetics, so every so often, the two of you will have spa days! Initially, they're likely going to be at your place since he isn't fond of doing it at home. The two of you lounge around while pampering each other and complaining about random inconveniences

• We all know he's loaded with cool modes of transportation (ex. his race car), and as his friend, you have the honor of riding them with him! As for driving said vehicles, lets just say that's going to take some convincing on your part

• If you think he’s going to call you by your name/some variation of your name, think again. He’s got a bunch of personalized nicknames for you (similar to how he calls Mk "Noodle Boy" and Mei "Dragon Girl")

• You two will get into arguments/debates over the dumbest topics, like whether water is wet or not. Considering how stubborn Red Son can be, this can go on for hours on end, but don't worry, you two know it's all in good fun (most of the time)

• Though he refuses to admit it, he's a bit of a music fanatic. He has several playlists in his library, some of which are organized by genre while the others are organized by artist. He can easily give you song/artist recommendations

• One of Red Son's favorite activities to do in his free time is meditation! He often encourages you to join him, as it's a great getaway from the stress of daily life. You two set up a spot outside, somewhere quiet and far away from society, and meditate under the sunset