#room 315

[inthedarktrees]

Sherilyn Fenn & Kyle MacLachlan | Twin Peaks

[dean-boese-universe]

This week, Krysta, Laura and Dean examine the Alaskan Bar and Hotel in Juneau Alaska. We discuss a brief history of the state, how Juneau became the capital city, and the building of the Alaskan Hotel itself. We talk it's founders, it's history, the sad tragic tales that occured under it's roof and of course we discuss it's hauntings, those we can explain and those we can't in this special Seward's Icebox episode of the Family Plot Podcast

[bizbat]

He Realizes He Loves You - JJK x Reader

~ Reader is implied to be under 6ft but appearance is otherwise not mentioned.

~ Reader is implied to be fem and is explicitly fem + afab in Toji's part.

~ Including: Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, and Sukuna Ryomen (in order).

~ Feel free to request a character not included!

~ Smut included for multiple characters.

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ Thank you to (@starlight5cat, @s0ph1a7, @koiromii, @totallydestiny, @local-hopeless-romanic, @dalis-raines,@ryosuku, @liargh, @llotusfeet1, @crustychoco, @cult-of-norman, @broccolihater80, @bringmethewolves, @sohstayshawol, @therealisttheillest, @midnightxsecretary, @skullzgarden, @tiatasha-01, @sardonyx005, and @dimpled-peach) for all the characters they suggested!

~ Cw: Creampie (Toji), Slight Anal (also Toji), Pet Names (also also Toji) :( Mild Groping (Choso), Slight Yandere/obsessive behavior (Geto)

He realizes he loves you.

Toji - Explicit Smut, Wc: 315

The way you're squeezing him like you don't want him to pull out, calling his name like a hymn, God he might just cum right then and there. He's losing his mind as his hips slam against your ass, his thumb in your other hole, gripping the fat of your cheek while using it as leverage to pull you pack onto him.

Fuck, have you always sounded so sweet? And have you always been this pretty? He can't remember. All he knows is that he's not sure he's ever felt this good. He knows he's not thinking straight when his hips stutter, his cock throbbing inside you, and instead of slowing down, he speeds up. If he was a bit more cognizant, he'd consider pulling out, but who is he kidding?

You're too sweet to him, he knew it from the day you met. If he was a less selfish man, he'd have walked out of your life the second he felt his pants tighten at the sound of your voice. But, he's thankful he's not less selfish. "Gonna let me cum inside ya, baby?"

But, at the end of the night, he can cum in any broad willing to spread her legs for him. The second he blows his load, he'll be heading out the door. He's done it a million times. Veni, vidi, veni. Sometimes he'll turn a one night stand to a two night stand, but he never does more than twice.

Wait, how many times has he been over to your place again? Nevermind, he's cumming now. He doesn't still his hips as the thick, creamy white substance spills out of your cute little cunt. But his brain is fried, so when your juices coat his thighs, and your fingers squeeze his forearms, all while pressing your glossy lips to his . . . How's he supposed to help himself?

"F-Fuck, love you baby."

~

Megumi - No Smut, Wc: 265

He's never been the type to "jolt" out of bed. He usually slowly comes to consciousness, his body acting as a natural clock. Tsumiki would always say he was the early bird of the two. It was always just his routine.

But today, for some reason, the second he wakes up he snaps up and out of bed, his back straight as an arrow. It takes a second for his brain to register why. It's you. Here you are, peacefully laying in his bed beside him, his sheets covering everything but your face. You must have fallen asleep here after you and the other first years had movie night.

His eye twitches as he considers what to do. He doesn't wanna wake you, you look like a little angel, granted, you have a bit of drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, but an angel nonetheless! He doesn't wanna tell Gojo, lord knows he'd never let him live it down. He doesn't want the higher-ups to find out and get you in trouble.

His brain moves damn near a mile a minute as he thinks of possible solutions. If you were awake you'd probably tease him about the smoke coming out of his ears. His eyes anxiously dart across his room, as if something in there could possibly fix his problem-

Until you roll over, your arm limply draped across his lap. It's not really a problem, is it? Gojo can handle it, he thinks to himself as he slips back under the covers, letting you hold onto him as you sleep in.

~

Gojo - No Smut, Wc: 334

Satoru doesn't do it for praise. While the sound of his sweet girlfriend's voice thanking and complimenting him is practically music to his ears, it's not his sole motivation. He's not sure what it is.

Maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes when he gives you your favorite type of pastry, he went out of his way to visit your favorite bakery, even though it was out of his way. Or maybe it's how tightly you hold him when he brings you a new bottle of your favorite perfume, even though the manufacturer stopped selling it. Maybe it's the way you squeal his name with joy and surprise when he appears at your doorstep, a cute little kitten in his arms, a bright blue bow tied around its neck.

He's not sure. It could be all of them for all he knows. Don't get him wrong, it's more than enough to get him out of bed every day. But it might actually be the fact that you almost . . . disregard his gifts afterwards. Maybe that's not the right word, but you're so casual about everything (except the kitten ofc). The necklace he got you last month, the one with his and your initials inside of a gold heart? You wear it everyday. Never say a word about it.

The watch he dropped at least a band on, the one that has five sets of hands and tells the time in Japan and your home country? You keep that in its case next to your bed. In the entire time you've dated, he doesn't think you've ever asked him for anything material. Maybe to do the dishes or take out the trash

Maybe that's it, actually. The fact that you'd rather spend time with him. That you see him as the biggest gift of all, it plays into his ego, sure. But there's something different about the way you cherish him, versus how the world does. Regardless, the thought makes him smile, makes his heart swell.

~

Nanami - Mild Smut, Wc: 336

Nanami has a lot of regrets in life.

He regrets every missed opportunity, every untaken chance, every day he's taken for granted, when others have to struggle so much to get half as far. Sometimes, he worries the thing that will finally do him in is grief. He has nightmares about choking on all of his remorse, and his biggest fear is that the second he gets something good, he'll be too distracted to hold onto it. But he has no regrets about you. He can feel it, even when he was still a student. Nanami knows how special you are. He sees it in the way your soft hands hold his face every morning and every night. In the way your lips curl and your hips wiggle in a little dance when you eat your favorite food. In the way your voice always rasps a small "good morning, my love," even before your eyes have opened.

God, you're special to him. And he knows better than to let you get away without knowing that. So when he has you in his arms, naked as the day you were born, your eyes tired and your skin sticky, he lets you know. He leans down, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, his lips just barely ghosting against your skin. He thrusts his hips gently, your soft smile and tiny moans encouraging him. He doesn't need to realize he loves you, he already knows that, but until now, right this very second, he didn't realize he was in love with you. And it hits him like a truck. He hadn't realized that your laugh is his favorite sound in the world, that he could eat your cooking until the day he dies, that you could scream at him for hours and hours, and he'd still think you had the voice of an angel.

But God, you're special. He mumbles into your collarbone, something he's always ment, but never fully grasped. "Ngh~ God, I love you."

~

Geto - Implied Smut, Wc: 352

You're so blessed. You have his head resting in your lap, his hair loose as your fingers card through it, his robes barely hanging onto his muscled form. He's so beautiful, you can't believe you're only getting to see him up close now. His dark eyes stare penetratingly into your soul, his soft smile making your heart feel like it's on fire.

He has invited you into his personal quarters, the familiar scent of sage, and oils wafting through the air. It wasn't uncommon for him to invite someone to his room, just to keep him warm or entertained, not that it was frequent, but it wasn't like it never happened. To say that this wasn't what you had expected upon first entering, would be an understatement.

You had introduced yourself to him, bowing at his feet as you began stating your name and how long you'd been a member, only for him to interrupt you, listing information you didn't even know he knew about you, information you didn't even know about you. You sat there on your hands and knees, mouth agape in surprise, until he placed a hand under your chin, gently closing your mouth and guiding you to your feet. You didn't think to question it, of course your lord and master knew everything about you.

He pulled you deeper into the room, going into detail about how you had caught his eye the moment you had begun worshiping him and his ideals. He explained his plan for you to lead alongside him, become his bride and second in command, only if you wanted to, of course. It was a big responsibility, hundreds of people suddenly bending to your every whim. Not to mention his two wonderful daughters.

But why would you ever say no? How could you possibly deny the prospect of being his wife- Geto-Sama's wife!? So here you are, your own robes just as loose as his as you carefully stroke his long, inky locks. You're so beautiful, he's truly blessed to have such an obedient, loving little lamb in his flock, finally, all to himself.

~

Choso - No Smut, Wc: 282

He's happy he has you here. Sat in his lap, the glow TV illuminating your pretty face, his hands up your shirt. The only thing that could make this better would be if his brothers were here, though, perhaps it's better if they aren't. He does appreciate the intimacy of it just being you and him.

He can't help himself from looking up at you, paying attention to the way you mindlessly chew on your lip. It makes his own lips part with desire. "Can-can you kiss me again?" He lightly squeezes your chest, his fingers tightening around the black lace bra under your shirt.

His curious, pleading eyes are too hard to ignore. He moans into your mouth, one hand groping your breast, the other gently holding your tummy. He rests his head on your shoulder when you finally pull away, a nervous smile on his face, he's still learning how to do it right, he hopes you don't mind. Actually, he knows you don't.

If anything, you love it. He can tell by the way you hold his cheeks when he does it, the way you giggle and kiss him more and more just to see it widen. He wants to do that for you. He wants to hold your cheeks and giggle when you smile and kiss you to see you do it more.

His heart erratically beats in his chest as he impulsively reaches out, turning your face and holding you still while he presses messy kisses to your lips. He doesn't stop the barrage of pecks when you ask him what he's doing. He just smiles. And that makes you smile. And that makes him smile more.

~

Sukuna - Implied Smut, Wc: 266

If you were to ask him about it, he'd laugh in your face. Sukana cares for no one, he does not love, he does not enjoy anyone's presence, he does not feel warmth in his chest when you kiss his cheek. Absolutely not. Never. You'd be foolish to think otherwise.

You may be his favorite concubine, who he always lets lay with him in bed after he's had his fill. Who he lets run her fingers through his hair during bathtime. Who he makes sure is seated on his lap at all times. But that does not mean he likes you. It just means he finds you tolerable. Yes, that's it.

He finds you tolerable, at most, and that's generous, even, so there you go, there's your answer. Only, you didn't even ask to begin with. You said "Good morning, my lord," and here he is, going on a rant in his head about how much he doesn't love you. Shit. He's in deep. Far too deep for anyone of his standing, and it's too late for him to pull himself out of this eternal abyss.

Curse you, wench, for having such control over him, unwittingly at that. Who do you think you are? With your adorable face, and your soft hair, and your nice smell-Wench! Mark his words, he may be steadfast in making you his bride, and disposing of any other concubines that expresses too much jealousy, and keeping his palace decorated in a way that you would find flattering, but he is not in love with you by any stretch of the imagination.

[musicalyikes]

literally all i want is to go see phantom sydney but omfg the tickets are SO expensive??? cheapest is $99 with $8.50 booking fee??? bro what the hell

[mycatgoose]

315/888

[risestarkiss]

Being Purple ○ Part Two

Rise Ramblings #315

Previous | Being Purple ○ Part One This post is a continuation, so I recommend reading Part One before reading this Part Two. ••••

We’ve talked about what Donatello was and his role in the family.

But, we never examined why. Why is Donnie so gung ho on physically providing for his family?

Well, to understand why he feels that way, we need to go back to the beginning. After Splinter and the turtles were mutated, Yoshi was obviously unable to access any of the funds or resources he held as Lou Jitsu due to, you know, him now being a giant rat. He had to start life a new from the bottom of society.

We don’t know what happened during their time on the streets, but we can make some inferences as to what happened next. Splinter eventually moved the boys down into the sewers and was able find a comfortable space for himself and his little family.

Here is where I’m going to try my best to piece together the order of events regarding Donatello’s earliest contributions. I’ll be using two episodes: the season one finale, “End Game,” and the Nick web exclusive mini-episode, “Turtle Tots.”

In Turtle Tots, the family has gathered in Splinter’s room. We can also see the den through Splinter’s doorway. This home is, indeed, the home that we are familiar with in the show. Thus, we now know that at this age the boys were already living in the sewers. We also know that the den has already been outfitted with a tv, electricity, and probably some kind of cable hookup.

Is it possible that Splints did this electrical work all on his own? “End Game” gives us a clue that can lead us to an answer.

Here he is, the boy of the hour. In this picture, given the perspective, young Donnie is much shorter than Splinter. Their heights here are actually comparable to their height difference in the “Turtle Tots” clip. Therefore, I believe it’s fair to conclude that Donatello is about the same height in both instances, and likewise, relatively the same age.  

Given that new piece of information, now we can speculate further.

When you look at the room that crying Dondon is in, he’s surrounded by wires, batteries, boxes, and what appears to be little bits of tech that he was working on, hence the booboo. There’s a small rotary plane of some sort, a tiny workbench, and other bits and pieces. So, we can deduce that Donnie is familiar with electrical work and is building things for himself, even at this young age.

Donatello is already cooking.

With that evidence, I believe it’s reasonable to surmise that Donatello had a hand in hooking the den up with a refurbished TV and in wiring the house with electricity, which is such a big job for such a little guy.  

If it had stopped there, I wouldn’t bring it up, but as we can plainly see…

It never stopped. His labors are endless. Everything from the turtles’ transportation, their living space, and their comforts at home was created, built, enhanced, and refurbished by Donatello. Consequently, he internalized the idea that his usefulness equated to the safety and security of his family. And that’s just how he lived his life.

He doesn’t know any different, and I’m sure at this point he wouldn’t want any different. This is his role. This is his place. Besides, his beneficence makes his brothers happy, and his father happy, and by extension it makes him happy.

Hence, his “gift giving” love language.

If Donnie is happy, then where’s the problem?

I’m sorry, but external validation as a primary source of happiness, or even worse, as a source of self-esteem, is dangerous…

But I digress…

From the outside looking in, it’s easy to assume that his genius is best utilized as a tool for the team’s benefit. But as a child, the weight of ensuring their entire family’s physical infrastructure is a large burden to bear…and it is almost the exact definition of Instrumental Parentification.

Parentification is a process in which a role reversal occurs where the child or adolescent is obligated to act as a parent would to their siblings or to their actual parent. Instrumental Parentification involves a child assuming the responsibilities of maintaining a household through physical means. In this case, Donatello literally maintains the household.

I’ve said all of that to say this.

Donatello has been subjected to Instrumental Parentification for almost his entire life. He doesn’t know life without providing for his family, but he’s happiest when his family is comfortable and safe.

So when we ask, why does Donatello make these sacrifices for his family, the answer is obvious. Love. And that answer reigns true in the past, present, and future…

Anyways, Donatello is such a complex and intriguing character, I could go on about him forever. But I think this as good a place as any to put a pin in my deep dive on this fiery little grape, because our next dive’s focus is on the true pinnacle of the Hamato clan…

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Previous | Being Big Red • Being Baby Blue • Being Purple ○ Part One

Next | Orange, Baby!

Finale | Being Hamato Yoshi

[cityof2morrow]

3t2: The Market Basket 001

Published: 1-14-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Build and buy mode items inspired by The Market Basket, a grocery store from Sims 3: Showtime (EA/Maxis, 2012). This is not an exact conversion. I’ve made several changes and added items based on my own gameplay needs.

DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs. §100-1000 | Build/Buy Mode All files with “MESH” in their filenames are REQUIRED for all textures/recolors to show properly. This set requires the Repository Pack (Simmons, 2023) and BBNiche1Master (Buggybooz, 2012 – also included in the Repository Pack). You’ll also need one of the following: Shift Everything (Lamare, 2022) OR Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023).

WARNING: The DiGiMART Grocery Vendor has pulsing, flashing, and glowing light effects. If you are sensitive to visual noise, please download the LIGHT SENSITIVE version of this set. Only use ONE version in-game at a time.

The set includes matching recolors for Poster Pack 001 (Simmons, 2023). ITEMS Billboard (3070 poly, HIGH) Door Frame 001-002 (56-224 poly) Mini Signs 1-2 (92 poly) Single/Double Bollard (60-120 poly) Bulletin Boards 1-4 (18 poly) Shopping Cart (456 poly) Ceiling Lamp (56 poly) Columns (1-Story/2-Story/3-Story) (210-442 poly) Fences 001-002 (Orange/White) (180-315 poly) Garage (Deco) (36 poly) Grocery Display (82 poly) – holds up to 18 nonperishable items. HVAC Units 001-004 (Deco) (18-900 poly) Hanging/Standing Signs 001-002 (26 poly) Store Signs 001-002 (824 poly) Wall Signs 001-002 (18 poly) Rooms 001-002 (Frame/Roof) (672-978 poly) Building Trim (1-Tile/3-Tile) (4 poly) DigiMART Grocery Vendor (72-224 poly) – functional grocery kiosk DOWNLOAD (choose one) REGULAR VERSION (w light effects) from SFS | from MEGA LIGHT SENSITIVE VERSION (no light effects) from SFS | from MEGA SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED Be sure to place door frame 001 and 002 on the same tile. The building frame/roof objects fit 4x18 and 11x24 rooms respectively. Grab them on the front, left tile (see pic).

CREDITS Thanks: UV Mapping Tips (Frac, 2024 via SimCrafters Discord), Visual Noise Feedback (Despondenthottie, 2024). Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), Bank (TruForm, 2015), BBNiche1Master (BuggyBooz, 2012), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Great Groceries Display (Balkopat, 2020), Imagery (Freepik, 2023; 2016; 2014; Macrovector, 2020), Lay Me Low – Sims 3t2 ‘Late Night’ Metropolitan Buildings – Part 5 (Misty_Fluff, 2013), 3t2 Market Ads (Amovitam, 2012), Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), Solar Panel (Autumn Rose, 2020; EA/Maxis, 2020), Supermarket Concepts (Yaun, 2017; McDonald, 2017).

[brainrotarchive]

@wolfstarmicrofic • day 20 lovesick • 315 words

“Prongs, I need you,” suddenly James was pulled into one of the secret passageways. His best friend looked horrified.

“I was poisoned,” Sirius whispered, eyes nervously twitching towards the entrance. Before James could continue to ask what happened or even had the time to raise an eyebrow, Sirius continued.

“That Hufflepuff girl Martha poisoned me with a friendship potion. It’s like a parasite in my brain, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like I want her to know me, fully know all of me and it makes me sick. And she’s very pretty all of the sudden and something is wrong!”

“Friendship potion? I never heard of anything like that. I could ask Lily but are you sure it’s not amortentia? Or maybe you just like her?”

“No, it’s not romantic or something. Totally a friendship thing. It’s like I want to spend all my time with her and protect her from all the hurt in the world and she just happens to be fit, you know?”

“So you don’t want to shag her?” he now took the opportunity and raised an eyebrow.

“No, yes! Maybe. If she asked nicely why not. As a friend”

“So you want to shag me and Wormy, too? We are all friends!” James couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No! No offense. We’re like brothers that would just be weird. I just mean a friend like,” he paused to think, “ a friend like Moony, you know. He’s obviously handsome and everybody would be lucky to sleep with him but he’s also my best friend and I would do everything for him. Everyday is just better when he is around and I miss him when we are not in the same room. A friend like that.”

James realized there was no need to ask Lily about a ‘friendship potion’ and that his best friend was even dumber than he had thought.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1949 home in Columbia, Tennessee has a definite vibe goin' - it's surprisingly moody, neo-gothic, rustic, modern farmhouse, with a bit of tropical & Japanese tea room thrown in. 5bds, 5ba, $920K.

Check it out- Black walls and ceiling with bright yellow buffalo checked sofa and striped curtains. (I'm down w/the striped curtains, but not the buffalo checks- too country.)

Then, at the other end of the room, the vibe changes. There's an old stone fireplace and more moody furnishings.

The kitchen is a modern farmhouse gray with a hint of industrial. From here, you can see a bright cheery turquoise sunroom.

On the other end, you see the front door w/the yellow drapes to the left. They've got an old farm table against a sofa behind the modern kitchen counter. (This is some mix.)

In the sunroom is a dining table with a geometric pattern, plus a wall of floral wallpaper with a sofa upholstered in Asian Chinoiserie. (And, a rustic chest coffee table.)

The black & white guest powder room features wallpaper with flying cranes.

Dark bedroom with yellow gingham curtains and a gossip curtain.

Modern reno'd bath in deep gray.

Small home office with a combo of knotty pine and charcoal walls.

Reno'd bath is white and pale gray.

The turquoise primary bedroom has an English vibe with a leopard accent wall.

Remodeled en-suite has a modern look with a tropical accent wall.

Finished basement rec room is a hodgepodge with a modern sink & cabinetry.

There's a lovely patio and garden in the back.

The grounds are surprisingly beautiful.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/315-5th-Ave-Columbia-TN-38401/41937089_zpid/

[11thsdoctress]

wrapped [10th Doctor x Reader]

Have this small thing I wrote since my brain can’t come up with anything as of the moment.

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: 10th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 315 - just a drabble/ficlet

Summary: It’s chilly in the TARDIS, the Doctor just wanted to do something nice for you. 

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The Doctor was pacing back and forth, he had just been told that you were about to head off to bed, and knowing that the TARDIS temperature was dropping, he was now trying to come up with a solution to an inconvenience rather than a problem. He was practically walking in circles around the TARDIS, ending up in different rooms around the said blue box, but suddenly, he thought of an idea, “I’ve got it!” his face lights up and turns around, “Okay, I need to find the closet..” he mumbles to himself, as he speed walks to look for the said closet past your room.

You realized that the TARDIS was freezing tonight, you didn’t know why, you wanted to ask, but you were too busy trying to keep yourself warm in the said blue box, but as the minutes go by, your fingers and toes were already cold, and you were practically shivering.

Meanwhile, the Doctor was in the TARDIS’ seemingly endless closet, looking for something, tossing some clothes and accessories here and there, causing endless clanging and cluttering noises, while you were trying to head to bed.

Before giving up and planning to roll up in your blanket, and hope to fall asleep with that idea, suddenly, the Doctor called you from the endless closet in the TARDIS. You groaned as you practically dragged yourself to the endless closet of the TARDIS.

As  you entered, you only saw piles of clothes, scattered and piled up left and right, “Doctor?” You called out, looking for the man that was calling you earlier.

He suddenly popped out from one of the piles, “Oh hello! I found it!” He exclaims as he held out the thick looking, dark blue blanket, and places it around his shoulders before walking behind you and wrapping the both of you in the blanket roll.

You blushed a bit, as you were wrapped tight with the Doctor, it felt cozy, considering the two of you were wrapped like a burrito roll.

“Sorry about the TARDIS being so chilly this time.” He rests his chin on the top of your head, “I knew it’s bedtime for you, so I went to look for this.” He gestures to the blanket, “I hope you don’t mind this for a bit.”

“Not at all.” You sigh as you let him embrace you, wrapped in his arms and blanket. He rests his chin on top of your head, as you both stayed like that for a bit, as the TARDIS just drifts in space. ======== it’s been a while since i’ve written something, i’ve been trying to write about something, so requests are open, but yeah. idk what i’m doing is the tldr of this entirety.

[inthedarktrees]

Diane, it’s 11:05pm. I’m in my room at the Great Northern Hotel.

Kyle MacLachlan & Sherilyn Fenn | Twin Peaks

[niki-phoria]

hello :) can i req that you write a fic based on either txt or enhypen calling their older male s/o when they feel down or upset about something that happened during their day? tysm!

⋆｡°✩ txt reaction - their bf comforting them after a bad day

includes: older male reader (use of hyung), established relationship, tried to make these as different as possible, chose txt for this bc i have a few other enha reqs lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

male reader (he/him pronouns)

requests open !! read my rules first

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

(word count 339)

yeonjun sighs, letting the cool concrete wall behind him soothe his aching muscles. he slides down, pulling his knees up to his chest. he sighs, letting his eyes flutter closed as he enjoys the fleeting silence. 

he startles when there’s a gentle knock at the door. he scrambles to his feet when you crack it open just enough to slip into the practice room. “hyung?”

“hey,” you smile. he’s quick to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you. he buries his face into the crook of you neck as he lets out a content sigh, letting you support his body weight. “bad day? you’re usually not this clingy.”

yeonjun hums before he pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. “i’ve felt… off all day. i was just about to call.”

“i’m glad i came then.” 

you let him cling to you for a few more minutes before he gently pulls away. you bring a hand up to gently cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin. yeonjun smiles as you pull him down into a kiss. “come on,” you whisper as you wrap your arm around his waist, guiding him to the center of the room. 

“what are you doing?” yeonjun chuckles as you rush over to grab his phone, connecting it to the speakers and putting on the playlist specifically for dance lives. he recognizes the familiar melody of their latest comeback as the noise echoes throughout the room as he chuckles. you stand beside him in front of the mirror, taking his hand into yours. 

“we’re dancing,” you smile. “show me the steps.”

yeonjun shakes his head, chuckling as he ghosts his hands against your hips. his movements are slow and careful as he demonstrates each step. “one, two, three, four.”

you copy him as best as you can - even with your subpar footwork. you focus on yeonjun’s bright smile in the mirror in front of you, a familiar feeling of warmth and love washing over you whenever he laughs.

⋆｡°✩ soobin

(word count 315)

soobin sighs, letting his eyes flutter closed as he finally collapses onto his bed. he lets his eyes shut for a second. every part of his body aches and feels stiff with the tension he’s been carrying around for what feels like weeks. 

the momentary silence is broken by a gentle knock against his hotel door. soobin resists the urge to roll his eyes as he forces himself to get up and open it. his eyes widen when he opens the door to you. “hyung?”

“hi,” you smile. he immediately steps forward to wrap his arms around you. his grip is tight as he jumps into your arms. 

“what are you doing here?”

“yeonjun called me,” you whisper, rubbing a gentle hand against his back. “he said you were having a rough time so they flew me out here.”

soobin smiles slightly as he steps back just enough to tug you into the room with him. “i’m fine.”

“you’re not. your shoulders are tense and i can almost see the stress lines on your forehead. binnie,” you whisper, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “just let me take care of you.” 

he glances away before finally relenting with a small sigh. “okay.”

you pull him into a quick kiss before guiding him back to the bed in the center of the room. “lie down.” soobin complies, rolling over to lay on his stomach. you move to lay over him, gently rubbing your hands against his back. he lets out a content sigh as you move your hands to massage his shoulders, slowly releasing the built-up tension. 

“i love you hyung,” he sighs, reaching over to grab your hand. he pulls it over to press a kiss against your knuckles before letting go. 

you stifle a chuckle as he lets go so you can continue to massage his back. “i love you too, binnie.”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 332)

you let out an annoyed sigh when your phone rings once again. you squint down at the device to read the time - 14.54. sunlight seeps in through your windows despite the closed blinds, surrounding your bedroom. beomgyu groans from beside you. his arm gingerly resting around your waist tightens slightly as he pulls you closer to your chest.

“gyu,” you chuckle. “i need to answer my phone.” 

he huffs but relents, shifting just enough so you can reach over to grab it. you prop yourself up with your elbow as you answer the call, stifling a yawn when you do. “hello?”

“y/n,” soobin’s voice comes through clearly from the other side. “have you heard from beomgyu?”

you furrow your eyebrows, fully sitting up in bed. “yeah, he’s right here. what do you mean?”

jay lets out a small relieved sigh in response. “he’s been having a rough day. he said something about needing you before he grabbed his jacket and ran off a few hours ago. i was just getting worried.”

“sorry, that’s probably my fault,” you chuckle. “he said he was having a bad day so i told him to turn his phone off.”

“no it’s okay. i’m glad he came to you. sleep well, y/n.”

“you too.”

you set your phone aside as soon as you hang up from the call. beside you, beomgyu leans over to tug you to lay back down. you stifle a laugh as he pushes you over to lay on your chest. his body weight pins you down against your bed, keeping you firmly in place. “who was it?”

“soobin,” you reach up to play with his hair, twisting the strands between your fingers. “he was wondering where you were.”

beomgyu simply hums in response. his eyes remain closed and his grip loosens slightly as he slowly falls back into a restful sleep. you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead. “i love you, gyu.”

“i love you too hyung.”

⋆｡°✩ taehyun

(word count 385)

a gentle knock on your door interrupts you from the middle of cooking dinner. you jump slightly at the sudden noise before reaching over to turn the heat from your stove down to answer the door. you cock your head in confusion when you find your boyfriend standing on the other side. he’s wearing an oversized hoodie - one of yours that he stole - and a pair of loose sweatpants. his hair is slightly damp, likely from a shower he took before coming over. 

he gives you an apologetic smile at your confusion. “tae?”

“hi hyung.” you step aside to let him in before locking the door behind him. “i’m sorry, i should’ve called.”

“no, it’s okay. how was practice?” taehyun sighs, setting his bag down on your couch. “oh, that bad?”

he walks over, wrapping his arms around your waist. he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you turn the heat back on. “i’m just having an off day.”

you hum in acknowledgement, turning around to pull him into a sweet kiss. “okay. well, dinner’s almost ready. you can help me finish up here and then we can watch movies and cuddle.”

“that sounds nice,” taehyun smiles. his hands ghost against your waist as you finish sautéeing the food. taehyun reaches up into your cabinets to grab two plates as you separate the food out into two different portions. 

you smile as you turn around, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. “go pick the movie and find some blankets. i’ll bring the food over.” 

taehyun steps back slightly, watching as you finish garnishing the food. you cock your head at him in confusion at the small, lovestruck smile on his face. you stifle a small chuckle as you walk over to place the plates down on your coffee table. “what?”

taehyun is quick to follow you, shaking his head as he sits down on the couch beside you. “nothing.”

“if it’s ‘nothing’ then why are you looking at me like i’m the reason the sun is in the sky?”

he chuckles as you snuggle yourself beside him. “i’m just… so in love with you.”

you shift to look at him, smiling at the way his smile grows before you pull him into yet another kiss. “i love you too, tae.”

⋆｡°✩ huening kai

(word count 277) he's so KDLNDSLKDSN i'm in love with him omg

your phone vibrating against your desk catches your attention as it cuts through the previous silence. you reach over to grab it, furrowing your eyebrows as kai’s contact photo lights up the screen. you swipe to answer the call before raising it to your ear. “hello?”

“hyung,” kai replies. his voice is quiet and raspy - you can hear it through the call. 

“is everything okay? i thought you were at practice.”

“i was- i am, it’s just…” he sighs. 

“kai, you can tell me anything. you know that.”

“i’m okay. it’s just been a rough day. soobin-hyung said i should call you.” he takes a shaky breath before continuing. “i don’t really want to talk about it.”

“okay,” you whisper. “we don’t have to talk.”

“can you… come over?”

“yeah, of course.” you reach over to shut your computer before slipping on a random pair of shoes and grabbing your car keys. “i’ll be right there.”

the drive feels longer than it should despite the desolate streets. you shove your phone into your pocket as you run up the steps until you find kai sitting inside of an empty practice room. he startles slightly when you push the door open before standing up to let you pull him into a hug. 

you let him cling to you for what feels like hours. he rests his head against your chest, listening to the rhythmic sound of your heart beating before leaning down to tilt your head up and pull you into a sweet kiss. “thank you hyung,” he whispers. 

you simply lean down to press a kiss against his forehead. “i love you, kai.”

“i love you too.”

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[nightcourtreader]

Azriel’s shadows

Like I have seen a lot of theory’s and things about Azriel’s shadows. Which includes that the shadows protect Elain, that his shadows hide when azriel feels safe or comfortable, his shadows are there to protect him and that’s why they are around & disappear around certain people, that it is a good thing that his shadows disappear, that he’s going to get rid of his shadows and a lot of other stuff. These arguments can all be easily disproven if you just read the series.

I personally think that Azriel’s shadows are sentient. They have their own thoughts and opinions but they are also an extension of Azriel and his moods and behavior. Like they can clearly communicate with Azriel effectively and Azriel even mentions how they tell him to sleep and that they like to warn about him things.

So here’s a list of descriptions of Azriel shadows throughout the entire series, including his bonus chapter.

Acomaf

* “Azriel’s brows flicked up with approval as the shadows seemed to wrap tighter around him. As if he were the dark hive from which they flew and returned” (pg 160, ACOMAF)

• So rhys told them of the cauldron, and the reasons behind the temple pillagings, to no shortage of swearing and questions—and revealed nothing of what I had admitted in exchange for the information. Azriel emerged from his wreathing shadows to ask the most questions; his face and voice remained unreadable. (Page 205, ACOMAF)

* The spymaster had waited in silence. I tried not to look too uncomfortable as he scooped me into his arms, those shadows that whispered to him stroking my neck, my cheek (pg 240, ACOMAF)

* People often made the mistake of assuming Cassian was the wilder one; the one who couldn’t be tamed. But Cassian was all hot temper—temper that could be used and forge and weld. There was icy rage in Azriel I had never been able to thaw. In the centuries I’d known him, he’d said little about his life, those years in his father’s keep, locked in darkness. Perhaps the shadow singer gift had come to him then, perhaps he’d taught himself the language of shadow and wind and stone. (Page 275, ACOMAF)

* The shadows gathered around his shoulders, like they were indeed whispering to him, shielding him, perhaps. His broad chest expanded with a deep breath that sent them skittering, and then he set into an easy, graceful stroll after them. (pg 285, ACOMAF)

* Azriel, wreathed in shadows by the front door, chuckled quietly. Cassian shot him a glare. “I don’t see you spouting poetry, brother.” Azriel crossed his arms, still smiling faintly. “I don’t need to resort to it.” (Page 392, ACOMAF)

Acowar

* “Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. Elain’s golden brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulders” (pg 253, ACOWAR)

* “Shadows curled around Azriel’s shoulders, whispering in his ear as he stared down Eris (pg 270, ACOWAR)

* “I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand” (Pg 315, ACOWAR)

* Azriel squeezed, Eris thrashing beneath him. No physical brawling—there had been a rule against that, but Azriel, with whatever power those shadows gave him..perhaps those shadows that now slid and eddied around the Shadowsinger hid him from the wrath of the binding magic. The others made no move to interfere, as if wondering the same. (Page 428, ACOWAR)

•While shadows gathered around Azriel, Elain at his side, wide eyed at the spymaster’s display” (pg 479, ACOWAR)

* Azriel silently faded into blackness—until he was my own shadow and nothing more. (Page 566, ACOWAR)

* Azriel stepped out of a shadow. “What is that,” he hissed. My brows rose. “You hear it?” A shake of the head. “No—but the shadows, the wind…they recoil. (Pg 560, ACOWAR)

* “That smile grew, bright enough that it lit up even Azriel’s shadows across the room” (Pg 693, ACOWAR)

Acofas

* Az, too—in the strange way that Az could move through the world without technically winnowing. He’d never asked. Azriel certainly had never explained. (Page 22, ACOFAS)

* A corner of Azriel’s mouth curled up, the shadows about him sliding over his neck living living tattoos, twins to the Illyrian ones marked beneath his leathers. (pg 66, ACOFAS)

* Shadows different from anything my powers summoned, spoke to. Born in a lightless, airless prison meant to break him. Instead he had learned it’s language (pg 66, ACOFAS)

“the illyrians are pieces of shit,” he said too quietly. Shadows gathered around his wings, trailing off him and onto the thick red rug. (Page 67, ACOFAS)

Acosf

* Nesta straightened at the shadowsinger’s appearance, the darkness clinging to his shoulders as he offered her a grim smile. (Pg 100, ACOSF)

Azriel was nothing short of beautiful. Even with those scarred hands and the shadows that flowed from him like smoke. (Page 100, ACOSF)

* She set down her teacup. “Is that a threat, Shadowsinger?” Azriel said coolly, “I don’t need to resort to threats.” The shadows coiled around him, snakes ready to strike. (Pg 101, ACOSF)

* Azriel chuckled, shadows skittering. “Did you listen at all last night?” (Pg 221, ACOSF)

• His brother nodded. “Fine.” But shadows still swarmed him. (Page 221, ACOSF)

* “No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like shadows preparing to strike” (Pg 233, ACOSF)

* He jerked his chin toward Azriel. “Why are you up here?” “I thought I’d do some training myself before heading out for the day,” Az said, his shadows lingering in the archway, as if fearful of the bright sunlight in the ring. (pg 250, ACOSF)

• A shadow curled around Azriel’s neck, the only one brave enough to face the sunlight. “Something like that.” (pg 252, ACOSF)

• Azriel blushed and stepped back, shadows swirling. (Page 603, ACOSF)

• Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “what do we get if we finish the course?” Az’s shadows danced around him. (Page 623, ACOSF)

* “There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her,” Cassian said, voice thickening. “To Emerie and Gwyn.” The shadows deepened around Azriel, his siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. (Page 688, ACOSF)

* Even Azriel’s own shadows kept tucked behind his wings. Koschei laughed, and Azriel stiffened. Like his shadows had murmured a warning. (Pg 710, ACOSF)

Azriel’s bonus chapter

• Sleep, they seemed to whisper in his ear. Sleep. I wish I could, he answered silently. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

• But even the silence weighed too heavily, and though the shadows kept him company, as they always had, as they always would. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

• Elain sucked in a breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They’d always been prone to vanish when she was around. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

• he had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

* He aimed for the training pit, giving in to the need to work off the temptation, the rage and frustration and writhing need. He found it already occupied. His shadows had not warned him. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

* “It’s fine. I came to retrieve something I forgot.” The lie was smooth and cool, as he knew his face was. His shadows peered over his wings at her. The young priestess smiled—and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

* “How was the party?” Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

I blame Cassian for this. He’s too busy making eyes at Nesta to notice such mistakes these days.” Azriel laughed. “I’ll give you that.” Gwyn smiled broadly. “Thank you.” Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

* Gwyn nodded farewell, again facing the ribbon. A warrior sizing up an opponent, all traces of that charming irreverence gone. Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer. (Azriel’s bonus chapter )

So the question is where in the text does it prove that Azriel’s shadows protect Elain? Protection definitions include keeping safe, keeping from harm, defend, shield, take care of, care after. They never left Azriel’s person to protect anyone. The only person they directly touched in this series was Feyre. They tend to vanish around Elain’s presence, like 98% as confirmed by Azriel himself. So how are they there to protect her when they tend to vanish when she’s around? You can’t protect someone you are not around. His shadows turning into snakes ready to strike in the corner is not them protecting Elain, it’s them reacting off Azriel’s mood, because we’ve seen the shadows do the exact same thing when nesta asked Azriel was that a threat in the beginning of acosf and he answered nesta coldly without Elain even being there.

The next theory. That the shadows hide when Azriel/they feel safe. Like 98% of the time Azriel’s shadows are out when it comes to the IC, Feyre, nesta, the Valkyries and the women he’s training in acosf. So if they hide when Azriel feels safe, why don’t they hide when he’s around his family, friends, the women from the library that he’s training?

Azriel’s has known Rhys, Cassian & Mor for 500+ years and going based off that logic, why doesn’t Azriel feel safe around his brothers to the point his shadows don’t disappear? Because we can see they tend to hide around Mor as well. Is it just women? If that’s the fact then why don’t they disappear around nesta? Gwyn? Emerie? What about the new trainees from the library that can’t physical hurt him because he’s been trained to fight his whole life and they haven’t? Because mind you, he’s helping train women that’s in the library and we all know the reasons why they are in the library and wanted Azriel’s help to train. So why would they be a threat to Azriel?

Do we know what his shadows did when he was around Koschei in acosf? A literally death god, that’s a threat who is planning to take over prythian? They hid behind Azriel’s wings. Do we know what his shadows did when they heard the cauldrons “siren song” that led Elain away from the camp to get kidnap by hybern’s camp? They recoiled. You know what recoil means. It means drawing back or jumping back. That means when Azriel’s shadows come into contact or around things they don’t seem safe, they hide, not the other way around.

Why do his shadows dance in Gwyn’s presence? Why did Azriel say that his shadows felt calm and he felt something restless settle within him when he talks to Gwyn and his shadows didn’t disappear but lounged on his shoulders instead like they were just content to be there? He and his shadows obviously felt safe enough to stay and talk with gywn after she gave azriel an out to leave.

So all this literally debunks the fact that Azriel’s shadows disappear when he feels safe because there is no reason why Azriel shouldn’t feel safe in the presence of his family & friends. But they hide and recoil when it comes to true danger and manipulation. I don’t think that them vanishing and skittering back makes Elain to be a bad person or a threat to Azriel but it’s telling that SJM mentioned in Azriel’s bonus chapter that the shadows tend to vanish around Elain and that Azriel does his weird freaky stuff with that damn headache powder only in the dead of night when his shadows are gone to sleep.

To me personally, it seems that Azriel finds solace in his shadows. They comfort him. His shadows are his companions. They were there even before he met Rhys & Cassian, meaning they’ve been with him 520+ years. They are not something to get rid off, they are a literally apart of Azriel’s identity as to why he’s a shadow singer and a spy master. He himself stated that they will ALWAYS be apart of him. Azriel is a grown fae that can protect himself without his shadows, they don’t need to protect him. They help him more than anything.

Azriel has been described to work best in the shadows. That he doesn’t like to be the center of attention to the point where he doesn’t even like opening up presents with his family because he doesn’t like the attention on him. His shadows help him hide from peoples view better, why wouldn’t he be comfortable in them and find comfort with them being out and surrounding him?

I understand wanting to argue for a ship and stuff but literally coming up with lies and false information to make it seem like something is more than what it is when you can easily pick up the books to disprove these arguments is ridiculous.

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the darkest night - part 3 of 3

part 1 - part 2

summary: best friends-to-lovers!Y/N waits by his side for Post-Vecna Eddie to wake up from a coma. After months, her beloved metal head is back to earth with a serious proposition for the girl he loves most

cw: st4 post-Vecna but Eddie lives, hospitals, Eddie is in a coma, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, kissing, trauma, cursing, etc.,

word count: 5k

April 7th, 1986

“Where is he,” you mutter under your breath, pacing rapidly beneath the fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway.

You read out the hospital room numbers as you pass them.

303, 305, 307, 309.

As you approach room 315, you see a group of people waiting outside. There’s a guy around your age you don’t recognize with two boys that you do recognize as some of the freshman Eddie took under his wing this year. 

“Dustin,” You croak. The boy Eddie talked about the most.

As soon as he sees you, he comes rushing toward you. You engulf him in a hug and he squeezes you tightly.

You silently hold each other like that for a while before you pull away and forcibly smile at him.

“I came as soon as I could,” you said. 

Dustin nodded.

“All flights to Hawkins have been canceled. It cost an arm and a leg to travel back here, but as soon as I heard the news, I…”

“I know,” Dustin said as he put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. 

“How’s he holding up? How’re you all holding up,” you ask as you look between the boys.

Dustin took in a deep breath, “He’s not doing too well. We’re - not that much better.”

You nod and bring Dustin in for another hug, “I’m so sorry.”

Dustin hugs you back and you stroke the curls on his head. 

When you pull away, Dustin gives you a look. “You should see him.”

You look at him warily. Of course you want to see your best friend after an interdimensional monster attack, but at this moment, you realize that you might not be ready to see the horrors that have truly happened.

“I think if he heard your voice, he might finally wake up.”

You press your lips together. You have to be strong. If not for you then for Eddie and his friends. You nod and let Dustin guide you into the room.

You see Wayne sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed with his head hanging down. When he hears your footsteps he looks up at you and a tired smile forms on his features.

“Y/N,” he says with a slight cough. He rises from his chair. “Long time no see darlin’.”

You wave him off as you walk towards him, “Oh, it’s just me, no need to get up.”

“It’ll help to stretch the legs,” he smiles.

As you approach him, he opens his arms and you greet him with a hug. He holds onto you more tightly than you expected and you know it must be bad.

When he pulls away, you smile weakly. “How’s he doing?”

Wayne sighs and runs a hand over his head, “Oh well, you know the boy, never not doing anything that won’t give me a heart attack.”

You manage to let out a laugh, “Yeah, that’s Eddie for you.”

“He missed you something fierce. Was counting down the days till you’d come back from your spring break trip.”

Your lip quivers and you press them together to keep from shaking even more. “I never should have left.”

“No, don’t say that darlin’. You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

And how could you? How could you have known that an innocent trip to visit a high school friend in Boston planned months in advance would happen at the same time that your best friend would become wanted for a crime he didn’t commit and get sent into a coma from some weird monster bats in an alternate dimension that apparently exists right underneath your hometown of Hawkins, IN?

You take a moment to catch up with Wayne before he excuses himself to go take a walk and give you some space to be with Eddie.

When he leaves, you sit in the chair next to the bed and look at the boy lying before you.

He’s unrecognizable. 

He lies there, skin a ghost white. His curly brown hair is the only things standing out from the drab white walls and white hospital bed linens. 

His eyes are closed and there’s an oxygen tube draped across the middle of his face. An IV is inserted in the veins of his wrist. A heart monitor beeps incessantly from the other side of the bed.

You sniffle and lean forward to grab his hand. You look at his face now covered in red splotches you can only identify as what are probably bat bites.

“Hey Eddie,” you whisper, smiling despite his condition. You can’t help smiling whenever you’re around Eddie. Even if he’s not conscious.

You bring a hand forward and push the bangs hanging over his forehead back. You caress the skin and let your fingers trail to the side of his face. 

“I leave you for one week and look at all the trouble you got into,” you scold him. “I don’t think I can ever leave Hawkins in good conscience after this. There goes the trip to Europe I’ve always dreamed of.”

Eddie’s body lies still and his eyes remain shut. The only sign of life is the heart monitor still beeping.

You run your fingers along his arm and it isn’t cold, just still. You lean forward and place a soft kiss to his skin.

“I miss you Eds,” you whisper. “Please wake up soon.”

You almost want to say something else, anything else, but you can’t. You can’t say anything without wanting to cry. 

Eddie would hate to see you like this. He wouldn’t ever want you to shed a tear, least of all not like that. 

The thought alone makes you miss him even more. You’re never leaving his side again. 

You sit with Eddie like that for a while. If there’s ever anything that comes to mind that you want to say, you tell him. You hold his hand and talk to him as if he’s awake to hear it, hoping the sound of your voice really could wake him up.

After some time has passed, Wayne comes back to the room. You thank him for letting you see Eddie and promise to be back the next day. 

Before you leave, you see Dustin and the other boys are still there. And it looks like they went and got some food. Dustin hands you two bags, asking if you could give one to Wayne. 

“Why don’t you go and give it to him,” you say with the affection of a big sister.

Dustin shakes his head, “I don’t think I can.”

You jerk your head back slightly, “Oh, why not?”

“I don’t think I’m ready - to see him.”

“You mean you haven’t seen Eddie?”

Dustin meekly shakes his head. 

You look at him, wanting to know why, but can tell he probably won’t be up for explaining why. 

The look on your face must convey your thoughts because Dustin looks at you and whispers, “I was there when it happened. I saw him. I saw it all. To this day, I still see it. I can’t stop seeing it.”

You look at Dustin and frown feeling an ache deep inside your chest. You engulf him in what has to be the fifth hug since you got here. But what else can you do? 

There’s nothing you can say that will make the situation better. It’s bad enough you were gone when it all went down. You hope as much conveys in the warm embrace as you gently stroke the curls atop his head.

“I’m sorry Dustin,” you say as you pull apart. You cup his cheek and add, “For what it’s worth, I think Eddie would like to hear your voice too, whenever you’re ready.”

Dustin meekly smiles and nods. A moment of comfortable silence passes between you and the rest of the boys. When it passes, Dustin reintroduces you to Mike and introduces you to Steve.

You recognize him from school. Even though he was in the grade below you, you vaguely remember seeing him and his infamous head of hair roaming the halls.

You converse with the boys and soon, the events of the evening turn into a daily ritual.

Every day for almost a month, you come to the hospital to visit Eddie and spend time with his friends and Uncle Wayne. Some days it’s your turn to bring food or card games for the group. Other days it’s someone else's turn. 

You’ve also fallen into the habit of bringing Eddie things. One day, you brought the cassette to Judas Priest's new album Turbo. You knew it came out just before you had left but you didn’t know if Eddie had gotten to listen to it, so you bought the tape and your portable radio and listened to it for the first time with him.

For a moment, you could swear you saw a twitch in his lip, but just as soon as it happened, it went away and nothing like that happened again, but it felt promising enough.

You told Dustin about it and felt triumphant when you saw his eyes light up about it. For a moment, he thought he wanted to, and you encouraged him to, but as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob and looked through the little window on the door and saw the lower half of Eddie’s still body covered in a thin white blanket he froze.

“I-I can’t,” he muttered.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay. Don’t force yourself. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. Eddie would understand.”

As each day passed on, you thought it would be harder to see Eddie like this, but it wasn’t. After a while, you almost got sort of used to it. The hardest part about it all was seeing the toll it was taking on his loved ones. 

You tell Uncle Wayne was trying to keep a brave face, but you noticed the look on his face whenever the nurses spoke in hushed whispers about the wanted boy. 

And you definitely noticed the weariness and fatigue take over the faces of his friends who came by to see him every day.

You wanted to be strong for them all. For him. But deep down, you were scared. You feared he might never wake up. 

Your fear ran so deep, it even had you turning to church, a place you hadn’t been in years, but by god you needed a miracle. Eddie deserved a miracle. 

Every day as you trekked to the hospital, you would stop by the hospital chapel and pray for Eddie’s recovery before making it up to his room. 

The days all seemed to blend into one another and before you knew it, it had been two months since the tragic accident.

Deep down, you were growing frustrated and helpless.

“Goddamnit Eddie if you don’t wake up soon, I’m gonna kick your ass,” you had muttered next to his bed one night when no one was around. You could almost hear his laugh and that’s when you knew this whole thing had been going on so long your mind was beginning to play tricks on you, but what else could you do? 

This is just how things between you and Eddie are. You’d stick by his side every day for a hundred years.

By the time June rolled around, the hospital became a sweet relief from the sweltering heat outside.

Midnight snacks with the gang turned to ice cream runs and milkshake pickups. And now that most tv shows have ended their seasons and the tv program was taking a break for the summer, you were running out of things to update Eddie on.

To fill the silence, you decided to read him the Lord of the Rings books he loved so much. Despite being his best friend, you’d never really taken a liking to them and didn’t get around to reading them, but you supposed now was as good a time as any.

And pretty soon, you had someone to help you.

“Hey Eddie, guess who’s here,” you said cheerfully as you walked Dustin into the room cautiously, making sure to keep your arm comfortingly wrapped around the young boy.

“It’s your favorite little prodigy, Dustin,” you cooed as you smiled at Dustin. Dustin looked blankly at Eddie’s body lying on the hospital bed.

“Hey,” Mike whined. Steve nudged him and shook his head. The boys followed you and Dustin as you neared Eddie’s bed.

“H-Hey man, it’s me. Your little shrimp? Henderson?” Dustin weakly said.

You gently squeeze his arm, encouraging him a bit.

“You’re doing great,” Steve said as he clapped a hand to Dustin’s back. Dustin nodded and sat down in the chair next to Eddie.

He stared at him for a moment. Much of the scar tissue in his skin had healed compared to the state you found him in months ago. But the evidence remained. Eddie was hurt bad.

“We can’t wait till the next campaign,” Dustin said in a much more normal tone than you had expected.

Dustin looked over to you, Mike, and Steve who all gave him a reassuring look or thumbs up.

Dustin began to read. At first, his voice would shake and a few tears had even slipped out, but the more he read, the more confident and comfortable he became. 

And for the rest of the week, it became second nature for Dustin to join you in spending time with Eddie.

Back in May, the doctors said his vitals looked good and that it was just a matter of time before he would wake up. But the Fourth of July was in two weeks and your birthday the week after that.

If somehow Eddie could wake up on your birthday, you would never ask for another birthday present ever again.

But when your birthday passed and Eddie still hadn’t woken up, you’d started losing hope again. 

It was almost August and time for the kids to go back to school but they weren’t ready. They weren’t ready to say goodbye. 

Even though they would still visit Eddie, it would be harder to go every single day with homework and sports.

Hellfire club wouldn’t be the same. But it had to go on. Someone had to carry out Eddie’s legacy.

By the time September rolled around, the temperatures started getting lower and the leaves on the trees were starting to change colors. 

Part of you didn’t know how much longer you could take, but a bigger part of you knew you had to be there for Eddie. You loved him too much not to.

When Iron Maiden and Megadeth’s new albums came out, you bought the tapes and listened to it with Eddie along with a few other mixtapes you had made. 

You could have sworn you’d seen his finger ever so slightly tap, but you knew it was probably just all in your head. 

You didn’t understand, but you knew something had to be going on for Eddie to keep kicking as long as he has and that started to recover any hope you had lost.

You kept praying and visiting Eddie and doing it all over the next day.

By now, all the nurses knew you as the very sweet and dedicated girlfriend to the boy in the coma. It wasn’t your favorite label for Eddie but better than freak or any other crude thing some of the people in this town would call him.

It somehow always sort of broke your heart to hear them call you his girlfriend. You barely had the chance to be before this all happened. What you wouldn’t give to be his proper girlfriend when he does wake up.

On a cold and rainy October day, after begging the hospital staff to put a TV in his room and them finally granting your request, you brought a few VHS tapes of his favorite horror movies. Halloween, Eddie’s favorite holiday, was only two weeks away and he deserved to celebrate. 

It was your day off from work, and there was no better way to spend it than with a movie marathon with your favorite boy. 

It was a Thursday night and you had just finished Nightmare on Elm Street 2. The rain relentlessly pelted against the hospital room windows. You walked over to close the blinds when a clap of thunder and flash of lightning bright enough to light the room through the window struck. The unexpected sight and sound made you jump, letting out a small shriek. 

You clutched the fabric of your shirt over your chest and let out a shaky breath. You were glad no one else was in the room or else you probably would have startled them. 

You close the blinds shut and turn around to take your seat when you see Eddie’s eyelids flutter before slowly opening.

You were frozen in place, not sure if your eyes were deceiving you. 

“Eddie,” you called out in a voice barely above a whisper. 

Eddie’s eyes were now fully opened as he stared at the television in front of him.

“Eddie,” you called out a bit louder this time as you took a cautious step forward. 

The rest of Eddie’s body remained still, but his head slowly turned to your direction. He slowly looked up at you and a weak smile formed across his lips.

“Hey,” he croaked.

“Eddie,” you exclaimed as you rushed by his side.

You gazed into his eyes lovingly. His beautiful big brown eyes. Ones you feared you would never get to look into again. 

You could just kiss him and hug him and tell him everything, but all you can do is grab his face in your hands and inspect his wide open eyes, tired but full of life.

“Nurse,” you cry out. When no one arrives, you run to the hall and find Eddie’s nurse on her way over.

A few of the other nurses come in and start attending to Eddie. They swarm around him like diligent worker bees. 

One of them asks you to wait in the hall while they take his vitals and perform a few other tasks to assess his health, so you take the opportunity to call everyone and tell them that after months of waiting in agony, Eddie has finally woken up.

You don’t expect many people to show up, given that it’s past midnight on a weekday, but sure enough, Wayne, Dustin, Steve, Mike, and a few of Eddie’s other friends all show up.

The nurses instruct them all to enter two at a time or else all the excitement will tire Eddie out. 

Wayne was the first to show up. He got off his shift as soon as he could. But as the other kids arrived, he let them have their time.

He spent the rest of the evening with you in the hall crying tears of joy and rejoicing at the fact that Eddie was alive and awake again.

After all these months, your prayer has finally been answered. 

After the chaos of the night unfolded, Steve took the kids home so they could get ready for school in the morning leaving you and Wayne in Eddie’s hospital room.

Once the boys had left, it seems the excitement did tire Eddie out as he was on the verge of sleep.

“Why don’t you go on home and get some shut eye,” Wayne offered. 

As much as you wanted to stay with Eddie, you had to admit, you were exhausted, and you knew it’d be best to let Wayne have some time alone with his nephew.

So you went home and slept for hours. You didn’t even know what day or time it was when you woke up, but all you knew was that you had to see Eddie.

For the next couple of days, you continued your daily hospital visit routine. Despite finally having reached the point of consciousness, Eddie’s recovery continued to prove rather slow. He was still very weak and often barely able to speak at all. But you could tell he was listening. The ghost of a smile on his lips or gentle tap of a finger on your hand let you know he was almost there. 

Each day had its own little victory. And over the course of a few weeks, Eddie had started improving significantly. He could eat solid food, reach out for his own cup of water, hold up his worn copy of Lord of the Rings, and even carry a conversation.

You knew he was recovering well when he finally had the energy to pester Dustin and his other friends whenever they came around. Laughing so hard it hurt him.

“You okay,” Dustin asked.

“Yeah man, just hurts so good,” he’d joked.

The boy stuck around for a bit longer before Eddie sent them off on a journey to McDonald’s. You all had started getting hungry, but Eddie insisted they sneak him some fries because if the demo-bats didn’t kill him then the terrible hospital food probably would.

When you two were finally alone, you snuck a quick kiss to his cheek. If laughter was enough to have him aching, you were sure anything more than a chaste kiss would be lethal. And yet, you couldn’t help yourself.

“I think you missed a spot,” Eddie said, pointing to his lips.

“Did I now?” You teased as you held his hand.

“Yup, doctor's orders. I need 10 cc’s of kisses from you right this very second,” Eddie said as he moved over to the side closest to you and leaned forward with pouty lips and puppy dog eyes.

“Is that so? I don’t think that’s the right  prescription,” you teased as you leaned ever so slightly closer, challenging his pleading look.

“Leave that to the professionals, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to get better?” Eddie dramatically pleaded.

You leaned forward and quickly kissed his lips. You pulled away and rolled your eyes, “There, that better?”

“Nuh uh,” Eddie whined. In a husky seductive voice, he added, “Don’t you know baby? You’re my cure.”

“Oh god,” you cringed and laughed, “Okay, James Dean, does that line work on all the girls?”

“You tell me,” he challenged as he leaned forward, practically off the edge of his bed.

You rose from your seat and grinned at him. You pushed him back on his bed and said, “Alright Cassanova, don’t hurt yourself.”

Eddie made an incoherent noise that could only be described as a whine followed by a pout on his lips.

You leaned down, close enough to his face and locked eyes with him. They asked a question and you answered by leaning down and pressing your lips to his. 

He reached his arm up to cup your cheek and hold you by the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. You allowed him to take what he needed, knowing he deserved it after all the trouble he’d been through. And selfishly, you wanted him to.

But when you heard the heart rate monitor beeping increasing in volume and speed you pulled away and laughed, gently patting him on the left side of his chest.

“Okay, that’s enough for now. Don’t think the 10 cc’s will account for your heart exploding as a side effect,” you smiled.

Eddie laughed and put his hand over yours as you sat back down in your chair.

You smiled at him and could only thank god or the universe or whatever higher power brought the love of your life back to this earth to be with you.

“What are you thinking about,” Eddie asked.

“Nothing,” you shrugged despite feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of the light in his eyes. “It’s good to see you like this.”

He grabbed your hand in his and squeezed tightly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you said as you brought your intertwined fingers and kissed the knuckles of his hand. 

“Wayne tells me you came here every day.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We were both here. Usually he came during the day while I was at work and then I would come at night while he was at work so there was at least someone here with you.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” Eddie replied as he rubbed circles into the skin of your hand.

“What are you talking about?”

“I was out for months, baby. And you still came. I don’t know who else would do that.”

“Someone with no life,” you joked and Eddie rolled his eyes.

You sighed, “Some days were harder than others, but… but you can’t get rid of me that fast!”

Eddie chuckles and it felt good to hear him like that. You could spend the rest of your life trying to make that boy smile.

“Remember what I told you that night, back at the trailer?” Eddie asked after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Oh gee, yeah, that night. Out of the hundreds of nights we’ve spent together, yeah I remember that one,” you sarcastically respond, poking fun at his vague words.

“Shut up,” Eddie smirked and shook his head. “I’m talking about that night after Gareth’s party. With the truth or dare and you blowing chunks and–”

“Okay, okay, yes I remember now,” you squeezed Eddie’s hand bone crushingly tight.

Eddie laughs, “Do you remember what I said?”

“Kind of, that night was a bit of a blur.”

“Oh, my little lightweight,” Eddie coos as he rubs circles into your skin.

He breathes in and exhales. 

“You’re my northern star, you know that?” Eddie said offhandedly as he gazed down at your joined hands.

“What?” You ask in confusion.

“There’s been a lot of darkness in my life. Never seems to stop following me. But as long as you’re by my side, I can see the light. I can find my way back home.”

You looked at Eddie and squeezed his hand reassuringly. You looked at him, and saw a boy, who was much weaker and broken down than the boy you knew before this all happened. But compared to that dreaded April day, there was a light in his eyes and color in his skin and softness to his features. 

The boy you always loved and was always full of life never went away.

You leaned forward and gave Eddie a kiss. A dramatic, take your breath away kind of kiss to show him just how much you loved him and how much he meant to you.

When you pulled away, Eddie’s eyes had become glossy. 

“You know, for a long time, I think I just tried to run away from it all, but I always ended up running back to you and I don’t know if I ever want to stop.”

A soft tear rolled down his cheek and you kissed it away. “Shh, Eddie, it’s okay,” you softly said. 

You cupped his cheek as more tears began to fall. “I love you and believe me, and I never want you to stop either.”

And without fail, tears started falling down your own cheeks. 

You were grateful it was just you and Eddie in the room. You two could finally let go of all the stress and anxiety that had been building up over the past several months.

“Don’t you ever leave me like that again Munson,” you tried to joke as yours and Eddie’s faces were growing splotchy.

Eddie weakly laughed and leaned forward to give you a kiss.

“You know, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and it doesn’t have to happen now, or anytime soon really, but I think I’d like to have you by my side like this for a long time,” Eddie said as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“How long are we talking about Munson?”

“Long enough to not be the only Munson between us two,” he said quietly before peering up into your eyes.

Your eyes widened at the implication of his words. “You mean that?”

Eddie nodded and smiled giddily. “Figured after everything you’ve done for me, the least I could do is give you a ring and my last name, maybe a little Munson or two to run around our future place with.”

You returned his smile and leaned forward to kiss him again, warmly and passionately. Eddie deepened the kiss and it took everything in you not to jump on the hospital bed with him and get a jump start on that plan.

“Oh Eddie, you don’t know the things I have planned for you when you get out of this hospital,” you sighed as you pulled away from him.

Before Eddie could reply, the boys returned from their McDonald’s adventure and Eddie practically jumped out of his hospital bed at the sight of his beloved french fries.

You two spent the rest of the night like that till the boys left to go home. The night nurse came in one last time to check on Eddie before going on her break. And once she left it was just you and Eddie alone again.

You smiled at him and let out a yawn.

“You tired, baby?”

“Little bit,” you nodded sleepily.

Eddie began scooting to the side of his hospital bed, “C’mere.”

You looked at him skeptically, unsure you would fit, but realized you didn’t even care. You wanted to be pressed to Eddie as closely as possible anyway.

You shuffled next to him and climbed under the blanket.

Eddie wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

You sighed as you pressed your head to his chest and draped an arm over his stomach, “Goodnight Eddie.”

“G’night baby,” Eddie whispered as he caressed your hair and wrapped his other arm around you.

In the morning, Wayne walked into the room to find you and Eddie sound asleep, lying peacefully in each other's arms. 

You and Eddie, against the world.

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𐬿𐬼Chrollo Lucilfer X Reader𐬼𐬿

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Genre: Fluff TW’s: None :)

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"Oh Chrollo! You shouldn't have!" you gasped as you took the small gift box from your boyfriends palm. Your eyes met his, and instead of his typical sly smirk, a genuine smile showed, making you all the more flustered.

"Nonsense, Y/N, you deserve everything," he said as he took a seat beside you by the fire, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. "I'II offer you anything in the world, dresses, shoes, precious gems, anything you wish will be granted, my dear," Chrollo said as he kissed your forehead.

"Well, if you say so." You pulled the red ribbon from the black velvet box, revealing a jewelry box filled with rings and earnings, as well as a small section where a tiny golden ballerina was twirling, and the tune of the song "Hopelessly devoted to you" filled the room with its melody, which was accompanied by the crackling of the fire.

"You still remember this song?" You smiled up at him, and he nodded, his grey eyes staring tenderly at you.

It didn't matter how long you'd been together with Chrollo, the man could still fluster you with a sultry chuckle that made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Of course, I remember it," he said, twirling a strand of your [h/c] hair with his fingers. "It was playing at the restaurant where we met, you in that adorable little red dress, and I still remember when you accidentally bumped into me, I guess it was love at first sight, as cliché as it may seem."

"This is why I love you, Chrollo Lucilfer," you lay your head in the crook of his neck, and he pressed a chaste kiss on the top of your head, "I enjoy how you remember the little things about us.

"I adore you too, Y/N Lucilfer."