#so currently a toss up between which one gets done next

[bellaxgiornata]

Seeking Forgiveness [Part Two]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.7k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: I am so happy to see how much love this series has already gotten! And now part two of this angsty series is finally here! The next installment is already written and will be in Matt's POV. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Curled up on your couch, having made yourself as small as possible, you’d been half-watching the series that you had playing on Netflix. Mostly you’d had it on for the background noise, not wanting to feel quite as alone as you actually were. Eyes closed, you lay there huddled under your softest blanket drifting in and out of sleep. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you'd picked this blanket because it had been Matt’s favorite one at your place, soft even to his senses. The pair of you had curled up on your couch underneath it together countless times in the past.

Turning and burying your face into your pillow, you fought down yet another wave of nausea at the movement and attempted to muffle the whimper that slipped out of you at the thought of Matt. It had only been just over a day since your fight with him which had ultimately ended the relationship. He’d never even reached out to you once he’d eventually returned home Thursday night after dealing with whatever had been more important than staying and talking to you. He hadn’t made a single attempt to discuss the important thing you’d told him you'd needed to talk to him about, either, clearly not finding it important enough to give it his attention. And he obviously must not have cared about how hurt you’d been that night when he'd left–which had seemed very unlike the Matt you’d initially fallen in love with. 

He didn’t reach out to you all of Friday, either. Not that it had really come as a surprise to you. Though that hadn’t stopped you from staring at your phone on and off throughout the day, willing him to call and apologize and prove that his behavior lately wasn’t really him. But your phone never rang and that only further cemented your anger at Matt. So you never made an attempt to reach out to him in return. Instead, you’d spent most of your day at work crying or trying not to puke in a bathroom stall, barely able to focus on getting anything done. 

If Matt had wanted to talk to you, he’d have reached out and talked to you. Things were over between you both now, that was incredibly apparent. Despite how hurt you were about the way things had ended, and how much you'd been crying over Matt and the breakup along with your current situation, you were also absolutely pissed at Matt, too. Pissed that he had treated you the way he had recently–and pissed at yourself for sticking around long enough thinking that wasn’t Matt. Because it clearly was with how often he’d broken promises to you, even if he’d never been quite like that in the almost year and a half you’d both been together. He’d certainly changed on you, showing you his true self which was too wrapped up in playing savior trying to protect Hell’s Kitchen.

Now it was Saturday morning and you’d woken up feeling exceptionally hormonal and nauseous. You hadn’t even been able to finish the buttered toast you’d made this morning in the hopes of settling your stomach, the taste of it so strong that you found yourself gagging until you’d tossed it in the garbage and opened a window to alleviate the smell of it in your apartment. You’d read about the heightened sense of smell for pregnant women just last night when you’d been researching early pregnancy symptoms and wondering what to expect. Immediately your first reaction was to call Matt, wanting to tell him and make a joke about having super senses just like him. But the moment you’d pulled up his contact on your phone, you’d remembered you couldn’t call him.

You’d spent this morning trying your hardest not to think about him and then inevitably sobbing into your pillow when you failed. You had already flipped it around a handful of times now, but still you couldn’t seem to find a spot to rest your head that wasn’t already soaked from your tears. It didn’t help that you were hungry–almost ravenous–but simultaneously disgusted by the thought of any and all food. You were tired, too. A level of tired you’d never felt before, and you figured your past few nights of poor sleep weren’t the only thing to attribute that to.

All you wanted to do today was sulk on your couch. You’d made an appointment for Tuesday with an obstetrician for your first visit and you’d already placed a grocery order last night–making sure you added prenatals and plenty of fresh fruit to your order. Now you just wanted to wallow in misery for a while and pray that the nausea didn’t last the entirety of the first trimester. You didn’t think you’d survive that on top of dealing with a broken heart.

But all your plans to be lonely and miserable fell right out the window the moment you heard a few knocks sound out from your apartment door behind you. Groaning, you buried your face further into the cold, damp pillow. Half of you hoped it wasn’t Matt, the other half of you wanted to smack him with one of his billy clubs.

“Who’s there?” you called out, words partially muffled by pillow.

“It’s Karen,” the familiar voice replied a little hesitantly. “I brought coffee and bagels.”

You groaned again, the few contents of your stomach swirling around uncomfortably at the thought of either of those things. And you loved coffee and bagels.

Reluctantly you pushed yourself up from the couch, pausing for a moment when you were hit with a surge of dizziness. You moaned pathetically, running a hand across your forehead as you waited it out. When the room finally stopped spinning, you fully rose to your feet before taking your time making your way over to your apartment door.

Opening it, you were greeted with the sight of Karen in casual clothes. Which meant she hadn't gone into the office this morning, though judging by the sad smile on her face as she quickly scanned you over, you knew that she'd heard about the breakup. Or at least suspected it. 

"Hey," she greeted you gently, holding up the cardboard coffee holder in one hand and the brown paper bag of bagels in the other. "I brought an offering of comfort."

"So you know?" you asked her.

Stepping to the side, you gestured her into your apartment. Karen didn't hesitate, heading straight towards your living room as you closed the door after her. Slowly you turned, trudging your way to your living room and trying your best not to look like you were going to be sick. 

“Suspected,” Karen said, glancing over her shoulder at you. “But now I feel like my suspicions have been confirmed.”

Settling down onto the couch beside Karen, you watched as she reached over towards your coffee table and pulled a coffee out of the holder. Turning towards you, she offered it to you with a warm smile. You reached out, about to accept the cup from her hand–desperate for caffeine–but when the strong aroma of caramel and espresso from the latte hit your nose, you nearly retched. Grimacing, you quickly waved a hand at the coffee, shaking your head and cringing away from it. Karen drew her hand back, sniffing the coffee with a furrow between her brows as she eyed the cup in her hand. 

"You usually get caramel lattes, right?" she asked, glancing up at you in confusion. 

"Yeah, I just–just don't feel like coffee right now," you lied.

"Okay," Karen replied slowly, setting the coffee back down on your coffee table. "So do you want to tell me what happened?” she asked, picking up her own coffee and focusing back on you. “Because Matt was…an absolute mess at the office yesterday. I mean, granted, he’s been coming in looking like shit for awhile now, but he seemed half alive yesterday. Wouldn't say why, either, but I had a feeling it involved you.” She paused, her blue eyes surveying you closely. “And judging by the fact that it looks like you've been crying, I'm guessing it does."

You sighed, gaze dropping down towards your lap. There was no point in hiding the breakup. Not from Karen. She was too perceptive and you knew one way or another she’d figure it out. Plus, it would feel good to not feel alone for just a bit.

“Yeah, we broke up,” you confessed. “Thursday night. And it was…awful.”

She gasped, the noise drawing your focus up towards her on the couch beside you. Her hand had frozen with her coffee cup just before her lips, her eyes wide in shock. A second later her cup was lowering back to her lap, her left hand darting out and grabbing yours.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “What the hell happened? I thought you two were doing so well together?”

Shrugging, you felt a lump forming in your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but stubbornly it refused to disappear. 

“We had been until a couple of months ago when things gradually began to go downhill,” you told her. “I knew about him going out as Daredevil. Obviously I had always known about that since we’d started dating. And it hadn’t been an issue because there’d always been compromise in the relationship. But over the past couple of months he’d slowly been going out more and more,” you explained, feeling the tears starting to burn at your eyes yet again this morning. “Until he was going out every single night. For a couple of weeks straight. And he kept repeatedly promising me he’d make time for me over and over, but then he kept forgetting or making excuses and going out as Daredevil instead. And it just–just got to be too much, you know?”

Karen nodded, squeezing your hand gently in hers. “So you ended things with him?” she asked. “Because he kept choosing Daredevil over you?”

You pulled a face at her question, quickly shaking your head. “What? No,” you answered. “I told him I needed to talk to him about something important and he decided that running around as Daredevil was more important than being there for me. And I practically begged him to stay in, Karen. And you know what he did?”

“Something very dumb and Matt-like?” she guessed.

“He got pissed at me like it was all my fault because I didn’t accept what he does as Daredevil!” you exclaimed, anger soon replacing your sadness. “Which is utter bullshit because I have always been supportive of him. Always there to help patch him up and clean the blood off of him at the end of his nights. Making sure he actually ate dinner and helping him remember upcoming appointments because he was always so distracted. Offering him comfort whenever he needed it after a difficult night. And I never once asked him to stop despite how much I worried about him.”

Your right hand curled into a fist in your lap, the memory of the way Matt had spoken to you the other night flooding back. Gritting your teeth together, your focus dropped down to your lap.

“I loved him–loved him even as Daredevil. But I needed him that night, Karen,” you ground out, a tear slipping down your cheek despite your rage. “And I told him that. And yet he still chose to walk out on me.”

Karen was silent beside you for a long moment, her hand tightening around yours. Raising your right hand up, you wiped away a few stray tears with the back of it. You sniffled, your body feeling a confusing mess of anger and sadness that had you wanting to scream and throw everything in your apartment but also curl up in your bed and sleep away your pain. 

“What did you need to talk to him about?” Karen asked softly.

Your hand froze mid-swipe of a tear on your cheek as her question broke the silence. Slowly your eyes slid up, landing on Karen’s knowing blue ones. It was like she already could see right through you to the answer. Yet again you realized there was no point trying to hide something from her, especially because you knew you could confide the truth in her.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

Karen inhaled a sharp breath at your confession, nodding her head slowly in response. Once again you tried to swallow that lump in your throat which now seemed almost permanently stuck there in the silence that followed. 

“So he doesn’t know?” she eventually asked.

You shook your head. “No,” you answered. “I found out Thursday morning. Told him earlier in the day that I really needed to talk to him. But he wouldn’t stay and talk that night. He was rude and mean and then he just left. Never tried to reach out to me afterwards. So we’re just…done. And now I’m trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to raise a child alone in the city.”

Her brows shot up in surprise onto her forehead. “Alone? Why would you be raising it alone? Are you not going to tell Matt he has a child?” she questioned.

Expression shifting quickly, you shot Karen a flat look. “Come on, Karen,” you said. “Of course I’ll tell him. But let’s be real here. Matt isn’t going to want to be a father. The man barely takes care of himself. He can’t even commit to a relationship without messing up his priorities. You think he’d want the responsibilities of having a child? Because I sure as shit don’t. Not after seeing him the other night.”

“Okay, yes,” she agreed, nodding again as she reached over to set her undrank coffee onto your coffee table. “He’s definitely got his flaws. But we’re talking about Matt here. He’s got a big heart underneath all that stubborn, self-flagellating bullshit. He would never turn his back on you–” she abruptly raised a hand to cut you off the moment you’d opened your mouth to counter her comment, “ –or at the very least, his own child.”

You shook your head, running hand across your forehead. Karen meant well, you knew that, but she was wrong. She hadn’t seen him going out every single night, fixated on that stupid Russian mafia like you had for weeks now. She hadn’t seen him that night when he’d talked to you the way he had. A couple of weeks ago, you’d never have believed that was Matt, either.

“I don’t think he’d not have a relationship with his own child,” you told her slowly, “but Matthew Murdock would never want to be a father. There is nothing more important to him than this goddamn city that he thinks he has to protect. So yes,” you stated, “I’m clearly doing this on my own, Karen.”

A slow, sad smile spread over her lips at your words. Shifting uncomfortably on the couch under her stare, your gaze darted over to the unopened bag of bagels on your coffee table. Your stomach gave a hungry lurch at the smell of the cream cheese. Reaching out, you grabbed the bag and immediately began to open it.

“This is the first thing that has smelled good in days ,” you told her.

She laughed lightly, picking her coffee back up and taking a drink. You immediately pulled out one of the packages, ripping it open before tearing a large bite out of the bagel. Somehow it tasted exponentially better than you remembered bagels ever tasting before.

“Have them both,” Karen urged. “I take it you’ve been experiencing pregnancy symptoms already then?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, chewing a bite of bagel before swiftly swallowing it down. “I feel like I’m always nauseous and tired. And I’ve been getting headaches nonstop. I’m hungry but almost everything I normally eat sounds and smells absolutely disgusting lately. I couldn’t even stomach buttered toast this morning–I had to open a window just to get the smell out of the apartment.”

Karen winced beside you. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, it is,” you replied. “And I researched other symptoms common in pregnancy, and you know what? They don’t sound much better, either.”

Karen’s fingers drummed lightly on her coffee cup as she chewed her lip, eyeing you. You continued to devour the bagel in your hands, your eyes narrowing as you watched her. Eventually one of your brows raised at her in a silent question.

“I don’t know if this is a stupid question,” Karen began cautiously, “but are you…excited at all? About being pregnant? I mean, I know this clearly wasn’t planned and it's all new to you still if you only found out on Thursday but…you’re having a baby. Have you–have you processed that yet?”

Lowering the bagel down to your lap, you let Karen’s question settle in your mind. You really hadn’t given that too much thought in the few days since you’d found out you were pregnant. Admittedly you’d been too focused on initially trying to tell Matt the news. But then when that didn’t go as planned, you’d been trying to deal with the pain of a broken heart while trying to set up an appointment for an obstetrician and also trying to read up on information about early pregnancy. You really hadn’t thought too much about your feelings.

You knew for a fact you wanted this baby, though. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about that. Not that you had issues with the alternative, but you’d known the moment you’d seen those two pink lines on that pregnancy test that you were keeping it. No matter what that meant.

“I haven’t really thought about it, no,” you admitted quietly. “But I do know I want this.” 

Nervously chewing your lip, you wondered how Karen would feel about a big reason that you were so certain. Would you sound ridiculous considering how things had ended with you and Matt? Was it ridiculous? You weren’t entirely sure of the answer yourself.

“I don’t really know how to explain it but…as angry as I am at Matt and as much as I’m trying to move on from him,” you slowly admitted aloud, “I know there’s–there’s always going to be feelings there for him. That some part of me will always love him. And this baby–” you continued, your left hand unconsciously landing affectionately over your abdomen as your eyes began to water, “–it's a part of him. A part of us��. Back when things were good between us. And even though this pregnancy wasn’t planned and it’s not what I would’ve initially chosen to have happen right now, I can’t help but love this child already.” Lips trembling, your gaze dropped down towards your abdomen, your hand continuing to gently rub across the top of it. “I can’t help but already love the fact that it’s both Matt and I in there. Even if I want to scream and slap the shit out of him right now for how much he hurt me.”

A few more tears slipped out of your eyes and you sniffled, turning your head and wiping the dampness on your cheeks onto the sleeve of your shirt. You felt Karen’s hand gently grasping yours again, the one you had resting over your belly. Glancing back towards her, you saw her send you a watery smile herself, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “you know you’re not alone going through all of this. I’m always here for you. And whenever you tell Fog and Marci, I know they both will be, too. I know I can’t speak for Matt, but know that you’ve always got us.”

Your heart twisted in your chest at her promise. The pain of Matt not being in the picture was a sharp contrast to the love you felt right now from your friends about this situation. A smile gradually spread across your face, tears still trailing their way warm and wet down your cheeks. Though this time not entirely from sadness, but also from gratitude that your time with Matt had at least brought you such wonderful friends. 

“Thank you, Kare,”  you croaked out, reaching across the couch and quickly wrapping her in a hug. “You don’t know how much that means to me to hear. This is…definitely scary trying to navigate alone right now.”

“Well I’ll always be here for you,” she promised again, hugging you tightly back. “ Especially when you need someone to go baby shopping with you or to help put together a baby registry for that shower you know Marci and I are going to throw you. And I’d love to help you pick out little outfits for a girl or a boy anytime.”

You laughed, touched by her enthusiasm as the tears fell a little harder. You eventually pulled away from Karen, wiping a hand across your eyes as you tried to will them to finally stop falling. You’d already spent too much time crying this morning as it was.

“I think it’s a bit longer before I know the gender,” you told her, the faint smile still on your face. “But maybe an impromptu baby shopping trip is in the cards soon. Once I get a little farther along.”

“How far are you?” she asked curiously.

Her blue eyes dropped down towards your stomach, though you knew there wasn’t a baby bump visible yet.

“Nearing six weeks,” you answered, your smile growing a little wider. “At eight weeks I’ll have the first ultrasound, which I’m honestly a little excited for because I think it’ll make this all feel even more real.” Your eyes dropped back down to your abdomen, the smile still lingering on your lips. “And that’s when I’ll get to see them for the first time. Hear their heartbeat.”

At the mention of your baby’s heartbeat, a sharp pang hit you straight in the chest. Your smile faltered instantly as a thought struck you in that very moment. 

Matt wouldn’t need one of those machines to hear their heartbeat.

Your jaw clenched tight, your hand gripping firmly around the partially finished bagel you were still holding. More thoughts suddenly began to race through your mind as you sat there on your couch, briefly forgetting Karen was even there.

How would Matt feel when he heard his own child’s heartbeat for the first time? Would it affect him at all? Enough to ever make something else more important to him than just Hell’s Kitchen?

Because after the other night, you didn’t think anything could do that.

[strawberrynull]

──౨ৎ ˙🚬 ̟ cigarettes out the window

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: niki x afab!reader

──Genre: angst, some fluff

──Synopsis: Whenever you're unable to sleep due to your insomnia, you go to your balcony to smoke. Niki decides it might be a good idea to take a drive around the city to get some fresh air, hopefully to help you sleep

──Warnings: smoking, cigarettes, insomnia

──A/N: I have two requests that I'm currently working on. This is just a filler until those are done lol

11:08 p.m. you read on the digital clock on your nightstand. It was another restless night. Your eyes stung from staring at the bright billboard right outside your bedroom window. The advertisement displayed on the billboard would change every 10 or so minutes. You had counted the ad changing at least 8 times since you had laid down to go to sleep with your boyfriend, Niki, who still rested beside you. His arm was still gently draped over your waist. Your insomnia wasn't new news. Usually, you were able to sleep on nights where Niki slept over at your apartment, though. Tonight was different.

Carefully, you lifted Niki's arm by the sleeve, slipping out of his hold and out of bed. You opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed your usual pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter. A light breeze blew through the room as you opened the glass door that led to a small balcony. You took a cigarette and placed it between your lips as you stepped outside. You flicked the lighter a few times before putting the flame up to the end of the cigarette.

Unbeknownst to you, Niki woke up at the feeling of your absence. His eyes fluttered open, squinting at the bright city lights spilling through the glass doors. Through the blinding lights, he could see you standing out on the balcony with a cigarette in between your index fingers. He watched as you leaned backward, elbows on the railing, tilting your head back and exhaling the smoke. You looked stunning in Niki's eyes. He knew you smoked when you couldn't sleep but he had never witnessed it in person.

You watched as people still roamed the city below you. Cars, buses and taxis still filled the streets and many stores were still open to the public. It was lively and bright even in the middle of the night. Your apartment was 7 stories above it all. Your friends and family had warned you about how noisy the city was at night. They had told you to get an apartment further from the noise. Considering your insomnia, moving to Gangnam was not the wisest choice. Most nights were spent lying awake while staring at the obnoxiously bright billboards. Other nights were spent at Niki's house where you could actually sleep in a dark and quiet room. Occasionally, Niki would spend the night at your place and, somehow, on those nights you were able to sleep despite the noise and the light.

After about an hour and a half, you took one last drag from your cigarette before putting it out on the railing and tossing the excess on the floor of your balcony. Trying not to make any noise, you stepped inside and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Niki watched the bathroom light flick on and then off as you exited. When you were done you slipped back into bed next to Niki, shifting back into his arms. The smell of cigarettes still lingered on your old band t-shirt.

After another 2 hours of trying to sleep, you got back up, sighing in frustration. Niki was fast asleep again so you carefully tiptoed out to the balcony. You leaned your stomach against the railing as you lit up another cigarette between your lips. Then you hear the sliding glass door open and shut, and a familiar hand finds its way around your waist.

"Can't sleep, beautiful?" You hear Niki's deep voice which is groggy from waking up so suddenly. Next to you, you see him rub his eyes before leaning on the balcony with you. "What's going on in that pretty mind of yours, hmm?" He gives you a concerned look as you exhale smoke. You shake your head as you flick some of the cigarette ashes.

"I don't know, Ki. It's never been this bad." You take another drag from your cigarette as you stare anywhere but at your boyfriend. Seeing you like this makes Niki almost want to blame himself. After all, you did move to Gangnam to live closer to him.

"You should stop doing that." He says quietly, pointing at your cigarette.

"I know," you sigh, letting smoke rise into the air. "I'm going to soon. Don't worry about me."

"But I am worried about you and I want to make you feel better no matter what." Niki explains, taking one of your hands in his. He's sincere in every word that he says. Helping you is his life's goal, at this point, and he's determined to get you back onto a normal sleep schedule. "Let's go for a drive, yeah? Maybe it will help calm you down enough to get at least some rest tonight."

"Niki, I don't think that's going to-"

"If it doesn't work, I'll stay here all day until you're able to sleep." He cupped both of your cheeks, pleading you to let him try to help. "Please.." You nodded reluctantly before putting out your cigarette and tossing it with the rest.

You hopped into the passenger seat of Niki's car; a black Ferrari Enzo. You hadn't been in his car at night many times. It was an astounding experience. Niki would always take the streets with barely any cars so he could speed down the asphalt roads. The windows would be rolled all the way down, letting the wind hit your faces. If you weren't close by to any residential areas, he would blast music as well. You were also allowed to smoke in Niki's car, which was not preferred but he allowed it.

Driving with him was so much fun that by the end of the drive you were all tired out. Enough to make you fall asleep as soon as you were home. Niki came over to your side of the car, opening your door for you. He walked you into your apartment and even tucked you into bed. His sweetness warmed your heart. Before leaving, Niki made sure to close the blinds to darken your room. He knew you hated how bright the city was at night.

"Get some sleep, beautiful. You deserve it." He said, wiping stray hairs from your face. He leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead before turning to leave. Not long after Niki left, your eyelids felt heavy. Now you could finally get some sleep.

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[the-kr8tor]

May I request something for fluff Friday?

Because it’s December! And it’s cold I was thinking maybe the reader teaching Hobie how to crochet? because I crochet and I think it would be cute if reader and Hobie made scarfs, gloves and beanies for the winter!

AHHHHHHH S'CUTE!! Thank you both for requesting. I hope you two don't mind me combining them since they're both similar. Have a happy holiday, lovelies!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, they have an army of cats and a symbiote cat. Symbiote cat au, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF

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“And then you loop it around, and tada! You've made yourself a tiny scarf!” You let Hobie's hands go from when you were guiding his long fingers to finish his bright red and black scarf. He already laments the absence of your touch. “One down twenty more to go.”

Hobie turns to his side to face you fully, your smile blinds him for a second, he doesn't blame himself for what he does next.

“Thank you, lovie” he cups your face with urgency before the army of cats, especially the little devil spawn, gets wind of your little alone time in your shared bedroom. Peppering your face with hundreds of kisses, he makes sure no space of your skin is left unkissed.

Your giggles must've awoken the beasts because you hear soft mewls behind the door. The meowing turns into screaming then into panicked scratching.

“I think they've figured us out” you say in between laughs, good thing you're holding his shoulders or else you would've fallen off the bed from his barrage of wet kisses.

“They can't keep us apart!” Hobie's kisses hasten as you hear something slither under the door.

A black blob appears like a puddle, that puddle slowly solidifies into the most horrific thing ever: a cat. An alien cat that is unfathomably jealous of Hobie right now.

Symbiote cat or you so lovingly named, Blob, short for Blobius Cornelius Blobirington, who is currently hissing his way towards your intertwined forms. The village of cats outside continue to try and screech their way inside the bedroom.

“Bloby, no!” You yell frantically as the alien cat unhinges his jaw to open his maw, white pointy pearly whites greet Hobie as you try to stop Blob from eating your boyfriend.

Hobie puts himself in between you and the symbiote, “Try it! Let's see if you can even digest me”

“Hobie, don't rile him up! Here, baby!” You toss a ball of yarn as a last resort, which thankfully catches the alien’s attention.

Blobius Cornelius Blobirington follows the ball of yarn, the black spikes on his back smoothes out as he plays with the yarn.

“He started it.” Hobie narrows his eyes at the creature. Blob hisses back a response, baring all his teeth.

“Let's all calm down, please?” With your sweet words, both parties visibly calm down. Hobie relaxes his shoulders, while Blob returns to his ball of yarn. “We're all good?” You pause, eyes flitting from Hobie to the little symbiote who keeps an eye open for any more face attacking from Hobie. “Good, cat's out of the bag, I'm gonna open the door and show them their gift”

“We’re not done yet with the scarves though?”

“Oh, we'll continue that, maybe tonight?” You lower your voice, “okay?” Quickly smooching Hobie’s lips, he agrees with a knowing nod.

“Alright, but I'm putting down a door sealing strip so he doesn't interrupt”

You laugh, giving him one last kiss on his forehead as you stand up to collect the cats’ humongous gift. Hobie tries to grab your hand but Blob sees through his plans, he abandons the toy to stretch himself towards the bed, taking your spot with a large Cheshire grin.

“You little shit”

“I've got it!” their staring contest gets interrupted by your excited voice. “Can you open the door for me please?” Your sentence is muffled by the large knitted fabric in your hands.

Hobie opens the door with his web shooters and out goes a tsunami of cats, a blur of orange, black, brown and white furs stumble through the open door. Hobie jumps up from the bed, scooping an armful of cats in his arms. Meows of varying degrees of tone echoes out in the room while Blob sits comfortably and unbothered on your bed.

“Hello, yes, I know, sorry!” you weave through the crowd gathering at your feet. “Are you all ready for your present?”

Unfurling the fabric, you drape it on the floor while cats gather around it to either catch it mid air or to lay on the floor to let it flop on top of them. The cats play on the blanket, some avoid it, still apprehensive.

The colourful flower pattern catches Hobie's eye, he whistles out. “Bloody ‘ell, love. Did you make this on your own?”

“Yep! Took me half a year to finish. Do you like it?”

“It's fuckin' gorgeous! C’mere” Hobie raises his arms and out pours the cats who quickly land on their feet.

You carefully make your way towards him. You embrace him, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug. It's all part of your plan though, with one quick movement, you put the beanie on top of his head, he makes a sound from the back of his throat in surprise. With how speedy you put it on him, the beanie covered his eyes too.

“Whoops!” You laugh, carefully unfolding the hat to uncover his eyes. “There you are” beaming at him, you cup his jaw to lovingly rub at his growing stubble. “Now your head won't get cold on patrols. Does it fit okay?”

“Like a glove” he's all heart eyes, his hands staying on your waist. “Thank you”

“You're welcome,” you place a quick affectionate kiss on the corner of his lips “There's more by the way”

“Snogging or presents? ‘m good with either”

“Both” you say against his lips, before you meet though, you hear Blob hissing while climbing up Hobie's leg.

“Fuck! How?!” He yelps, thinking his spider senses have gone haywire under all the sickenly sweet fog of your kiss.

“Perfect, I've got something for you too!” taking the tiny beanie from your pajama pocket, you place it on the symbiote’s head, avoiding his sharp teeth. “Cute! Now you're matching!”

You take a step back to admire them both in their matching beanies. Grinning happily at your handiwork. Hobie glares at Blob who's still climbing up his leg with a sneer.

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chapter 139 thoughts

Because of the content of this chapter I will unavoidably have to discuss CSA and topics related to it, including grooming, emotional abuse and sexual assault. I do not discuss them in great detail, but if you very understandably just aren't in the headspace for that, no hard feelings - look after yourself and I'll see you next time.

Gonna say up top that my review of this chapter is probably gonna read more negative than it necessarily is, because I do not think this was an Actively Bad chapter. It was, however, a deeply frustrating one and it's because of a lot of small things piling up that are starting to really grind my gears.

ai eating sweets with that head empty expression again makes this a tenouttaten chapter regardless of anything else i say here btw

As was foreshadowed by Kamiki's appearance last week, this time we're finally diving into some of the details around how Kamiki and Ai met. I'm a little surprise by how… I guess, unceremonious it is? This is the catalyst for the entire rest of the story, after all. It's the first meeting between the twins' parents and the first time Ai comes face to face with the man who will eventually kill her. Even given to us secondhand, this should be a pretty weighty, dramatic moment but…

there's no diplomatic way to say this so I will say this the undiplomatic way: I really kind of fucking hate that a moment this meaningful was undermined by flaccid incest bait jokes again lmao. I absolutely loathe that any kind of complexity the mutual past life reveal could have introduced to the twins' dynamic and any potential exploration of Ruby's feelings on the matter has been completely tossed by the wayside in favor of just having her splooge about her oniichan every time they're together. I've said before and I'll say again: I think the idea of Ruby developing confusedly romantic feelings for Aqua in the wake of realizing he was Gorou is a deeply compelling one and I would be on board with Oshi no Ko exploring that dynamic if it was actually going to explore it. The way Oshi no Ko leans into and explores the discomfort and dysphoria caused by the friction between the twins' past lives and their current selves is incredibly compelling when we actually get it and it's so baffling to me that one of the biggest, most braindead opportunities to continue doing this has not been snatched up.

We are approaching 20 chapters worth of time, in and out of universe, since this reveal happened and almost nothing has come of it. The most exploration we've gotten of how this changes things is in Mengo's interlude chapter for the twins which just feels all the more jarring in hindsight when the main story has been so stuck on using it for this incredibly tired and worn out incest bait comedy. Like, come on, man. It's 2024. What are we even doing here.

Bitching aside for the time being, I did really like the little scene between Taiki & Aqua, though. Both of them are dealing with some deeply heavy material and portraying real people they themselves both have a lot of baggage with so I appreciate they're given a moment to breathe and get those feelings out. Though again, we are given frustratingly little insight into whatever is going on with Aqua's head right now and given just how much weight and focus was given to Ruby coming to understand Ai and get into the right headspace to act as her, it feels really jarring and conspicuous that we have absolutely no idea how he's done the same for Kamiki.

H O W E V E R. I think this scene does contain a fascinating and potentially huge reveal that can easily be missed if you let yourself be distracted by Ruby; Kamiki, at least as portrayed by Aqua at this point in time, has white stars in his eyes. While I don't subscribe to the idea of In Depth Hoshigan Colour Decoding that's common elsewhere in the fandom, this does undeniably put middle school Kamiki in a closer emotional headspace to Ai than his present day self. Given what we see of the black hoshigan in other characters and knowing that this is Kamiki in the thick of his abuse at Airi's hands, this implies that despite all the horror he's been subjected to thus far this is still a Kamiki who has some light left in him. In fact, everything about Aqua's portrayal of him here suggests a certain sense of kindness and innocence that has yet to be ripped away from him which is very, very interesting. This is, after all, a hateful work written to kill Aqua's father. So this disarmingly likable and sympathetic portrayal of him as an undeniable victim throws a lot about the movie's intentions into question

what i'm saying is even aqua is furthering the kamiki hikaru babygirlification agenda. so true, king.

That said, this scene also comes with its own nits to pick, which is the reveal - or I guess. the confirmation - that Ruby does in fact know who her father is. While we don't know exactly what and how much she knows, I think it's reasonable to conclude that she's been brought on board with at least everything about him the movie confirms. And like… man… wouldn't it be really great to have seen Ruby learn any of that information on screen? Wouldn't it have been really interesting to see Ruby learn literally any fucking information about this revenge quest and the man who murdered her beloved mother and to have to work out how to process all that? Wouldn't it have made a kickass arc for Ruby to learn that even the man she despised for killing her mother was himself a victim of the entertainment industry, to see the damage that can be caused by a relationship between an adult and a child when she herself was innocently fantasizing about a similarly huge age gap between her and Gorou and to perhaps go through some conflict and internal growth based on all this?

but no. splooging over her brother is a much more important use of page time. i guess.

speaking of airi. the image of her carrying around the baby she conceived by raping eleven year old boy, right in front of him at the place she is continuing to abuse him is so incredibly foul and rancid i kind of want to throw up about it. on god i hope hell's hot enough.

It's pretty short, but the montage of Ai and Hikaru spending time together and him gradually softening and opening up to her a little more was really sweet. I've been super interested in the HikaAi relationship ever since we learned who Hikaru even was so even these little tidbits filtered through 15YL's portrayal are really exciting to get. It also lends some credence to something I've been theorizing about why Ai specifically wanted to be with Hikaru - she seems to understand and relate to his experiences with objectification at the hands of the adults and people around him and to feel some sense of solidarity with him as a result. In terms of theming, I always expected the HKAI relationship to contain echoes of AquKana and AquAka - Hikaru is a dark mirror to Aqua, so it makes sense that his relationships would be so as well - and in this sense, I think we can see an echo of the AquAka romance there. In Hikaru, Ai begins to believe she can find a person who can understand and accept her. … or that's my theory as of now, anyway.

And that final scene between Airi and Hikaru… whoof. Genuinely blood curdling. In general, the reveal of just how long Hikari was being actively abused by Airi made my stomach churn - for some reason, it had never occurred to me that it might have run parallel to his meeting with Ai but the idea that this wasn't just a one-off incident, but active grooming and abuse that Airi got away with thanks to her position of power and authority over this child in her care for years… genuinely revolting and I do mean that in the best possible way.

CSA is such a heavy topic and quite frankly, anime and manga are not historically delicate or tasteful in its portrayal - especially when it comes to male victims of assault. Ever since we were told what had happened to Hikaru, I was really on the fence about whether this was something OnK could tackle in the way it needed to be. So far, though, I think its portrayal and indictment of Airi's abuse is excellent. It is not allowed to be a spectacle, and we are shown just enough to understand the nauseating scope of the horror Hikaru has been subjected to. I'm hoping Aka and Mengo are able to keep this up.

No break next week! Maybe one after next chapter, though? 140 will be the final chapter of volume 14 and I'm curious to see what note it's going to end on.

[4acoffee]

How the Mighty Fall

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synopsis. After a late night text ruins your chances of sleeping peacefully, you and your explosive classmate end up keeping each other company during a restless night.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 1.3k words 

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly, sharing a bed, angst if you wear glasses

notes. I'm a liar, I'm a filthy fuckin liar I KNOWWW. We're not gonna talk abt how it's been months since my last fic😇 BUT!!! It's summer break!!! I have more time on my hands!!! We'll see!!! Glad I finally got this out out, it was sitting in my drafts for so long I was considering not posting it 🤫

Lord Mouldy Bread Dynosaur💥🍞🦖: I can't fucking sleep.

A couple days into your mission, Bakugou texts you in the middle of the night, just as you're body was getting ready to succumb to the sweet release of sleep after a long day. With a groan you promptly ignore it, tossing your phone to the side of the bed and choosing to snuggle further into the sheets and tucking the blanket tighter around you.

Bakugou is a big boy and you had a long day, he could handle one restless night.

Which is why it struck you as odd that he had chosen to text you. Between his absurdly meticulous schedule, adamantly self-reliant nature, and your tentative friendship, you couldn't wrap your head around what could be so serious about his lack of sleep that he would reach out to you.

The two of you were currently stuck on a scouting mission together, playing the part of roommates while spying on a nearby group who were suspected to be part of a underground organization of villains.

And let it be said that scouting missions were not the explosive hero's cup of tea. Days when you have to bide time at home include you lounging on the couch, watching every show you possibly could on Netflix, and Bakugou pacing around the house, cleaning like his life depended on it. Watching him turn the house spotless made you fidgety, and oftentimes you got dragged into helping him with a few chiding words and grumbles.

You figured the lack of work must be making him ill at ease, causing his inability to sleep, so with one last sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed and into the dark hallway way where you trudged to the kitchen. It was for the best that you at least put an effort into helping him get some rest, a pissy Bakugou would not be good for your nerves in the morning either.

Flicking one of the dim lights on, you make quick work of grabbing a couple snacks. Heating up a bowl of spicy instant ramen, pouring a glass of milk and tucking a box of sugar cookies for yourself under your arm.

Slowly, you make your way to Bakugou's room and knock a few times, stifling a yawn as you hear shuffling on the other side and waited for him to open the door.

The door cracks open enough for him to look down at you and narrow his eyes and the various snacks in your arms.

"The fuck do you w— Hey!"

You push past him to set your stuff down on the nightstand beside his bed and you plop yourself on his sheets, gesturing for him to do the same.

He follows you begrudgingly, eyeing you the whole time, and sits himself next you.

Wordlessly, you hand him the bowl of steaming ramen, which he accepts with another unnecessarily mean look at you, and you proceed to devour the sugar cookies you brought for yourself.

He grumbles about you spilling crumbs on his bed and you roll your eyes, making a point to brush the little crumbs on your lap onto the floor instead.

He pressed his lips together and shot you a glare in displeasure, but stayed silent nonetheless.

Which came as a surprise to you, because usually, at this point he would have been ready to hurl your untidy ass into outer space for making a mess in his room.

A closer look at him reveals the tired set of his brow and the frown etched on his face. Not an uncommon sight altogether, but still more apparent than usual. His hair is all tousled from the rolling he must of done in an effort to get any sleep and you you could see the beginnings of dark circles beginning to set under his eyes.

Curiosity and guilt begin to seep into your chest, wondering if it was really bad enough for his old man sleep schedule to fall apart, and how you didn't notice until now.

You figured he would tell you eventually if he wanted to, if he was comfortable enough to text you at this ungodly time in the night, it must mean that he feels your presence to be agreeable enough to share his thought with you.

Or, because your the only other person in the house.

Either way, for now your content with sitting in silence and waiting for Bakugou to reveal to you what's bothering him, or kick you out if said thing bothering him becomes you.

Still, the silence didn't last very long.

"Well, — aren't you gonna ask me?" Bakugou started in-between slurps of his noodles.

You paused halfway through your cookie to look at him, "Ask you what?"

He glared at you from under his upsettingly gorgeous and long lashes, " 'bout why I ain't sleeping. Aren't you gonna ask, dumbass?"

You blinked at him and shrugged, turning your attention back to your cookie, "I was just gonna let you tell me if you wanted to. I'm not getting told off for getting into your business if you don't want me to."

He doesn't really answer, but looks at you strangely and sets his half finished ramen in his lap. Bakugou stares down at the spicy noodles like the hold the answers to all his problems before he starts talking quietly, quickly, — like he was more talking to himself than you.

"Yunno why I work my ass off everyday? Because when I don't, I end up, — lost in my fuckin' head. Every time, I sleep —"

He runs a hand agitatedly through his already unkept hair, and you watch carefully at his increasingly anxious expression.

"It's always about the same shit, the villain attacks, the war, always cuz' of me."

His voice drops and you lean closer, "sometimes it's me, sometimes it's the people I know, but someone always ends up, fuckin, getting hurt, not makin' it."

He scoffs and shoots you a quick glance, "Know it's fuckin' stupid, I know it's not real but I hate that it could have been, — that it still could be."

He visibly deflates, "I don't fucking know".

You breathe sharply, that's already much more that you expected to hear from him.

You feel oddly proud that he seems to think he can trust you with his feeling, and you make a silent promise to not let that trust go to waste.

Setting your half finished cookie down back into it's box, you set it aside and turn to face Bakugou on the bad.

You're not sure exactly what he needs at the moment, but you figure that even the strongest, most amazing people in the world need the reassurance that everything will be ok. That they are doing their best. That they have the support of the people around them.

Which is what you tell him, in hushed whispers, a little awkwardly with the praise but you mean every word and you need him to understand that as well.

He listens to everything you say, gaze not faltering a moment, doesn't even interrupt him when you tell him he doesn't need to be so stubborn and hard-headed.

Eventually, as your sleep dazed consolation rant comes to a standstill, you think your attempt at reassurance was enough to almost lull him to sleep, or you at least bore him to death, because you notice the way his eyes start to droop and his body begins to slump towards the bed.

Just as the now, room-temperature bowl of ramen was threatening to slip from his fingers, you gently pry it from his grasp and place it out of the way on his nightstand.

He becomes a little more alert and makes a sleepy little sound at you that has you biting your lip to hold back a smile.

You clear your throat, "Ok Dynamight, I think it's time for you to get some sleep."

You pat him on the leg and move to get up from the bed, — only to be stopped by an arm reaching up to grasp yours.

"Where the hell are ya going." Bakugou says to you in a sleepy slur.

You purse your lips in surprise, "Um, back to bed, so you can get some rest, you look really tired now—."

"No". He interrupts.

You splutter as he gives your arm a small tug that has you falling into the bed again.

He doesn't meet your eyes but doesn't let go of your arm either when you look at him questioningly, "Jus', stay here tonight, — it's late".

An obvious excuse, your bedroom is just on the other side of the hallway, — but you know better than to argue with him, not to mention the promise of comfortable sleep seemed far too good to pass up.

So gently, without saying a word, you shuffle over to one side of his bed and snuggle into the mattress, pulling the covers over your body.

You watch as he does the same, brushing some spare crumbs of the sheets and rolling onto his side under your shared covers.

Bakugou doesn't tell you how much it matters to him that you were willing to let him take his time to tell you how he feels, he won't tell you that he is endlessly grateful you took the time out of your night to come check on him, to fill his head with words of reassurance instead of the brutal thoughts that usually haunt him, — but he does pull you closer to him, resting his chin on your head, letting the rise and fall of your body lull him to sleep.

You don't tell him that it was getting hard to breathe from in-between his huge ass arms and ridiculously built chest, but you wait till his breathing evens out to slowly turn around in his grip, snuggling back into him with a content sigh as you both finally get to slip into a well deserved sweet dream.

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eight years (III) – bts

[warnings: a tad bit of angst but that’s it]

summary: in which y/n and the boys misunderstand each other | part two and a half

word count: 4,481

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"Guys, stop," You whined as you tossed and turned in the bed, trying to hide your face from them.

"Never!" Jungkook yelled and turned your back on your back so Taehyung and Jimin could continue kissing your face.

You giggled and tried to push them away, but the warm, toned bodies wouldn't budge.

"You better stop before I call Yoongi," You managed to get out in between giggles and kisses. They suddenly stopped and you opened your eyes, blinking at them with a smirk on your face.

"You wouldn't dare," Taehyung eyed you.

"Try me."

The three men looked at each other before letting you go.

"That's what I thought," You hummed smugly as they moved away from your body.

"That wasn't nice cry baby," Jimin tutted.

"No, but you love me anyway, right?"

His response was a quick peck on your forehead, making you grin happily.

That wasn't reality, well it was, just not your current.

You immediately sat up as soon as you saw Jungkook's face next to yours, pushing right through his strong grip on your waist.

The rest of them were still asleep as you looked around the bed. They looked peaceful, happy even. But you were full of regret and disappointment. And you were so disgusted with yourself.

Though you were on good terms with the boys, how could you allow yourself to be so vulnerable around them? Especially when they hadn't worked for it ever since they broke your heart.

But you always had a soft spot for them and you assumed you always would despite everything.

You tried to slip out from under the covers as quietly as possible, which wasn't too hard. But climbing over Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin's bodies was a far more difficult task.

You huffed once you realized you were wearing Jungkook's button-up from the night before. The one he wore to your shit show of a wedding.

You grabbed your heels and dress from off of the floor, and your phone from the nightstand so you could call yourself a ride.

"Y/N, where are you going?"

Jungkook's voice was groggy and the way he rubbed his eyes with a small pout on his face would've made you melt two years ago, maybe even a year ago. But it only further irritated you.

He wasn't the problem necessarily, but your inability to keep your walls up around them frustrated you.

"Home."

"You don't want to stay for breakfast?"

"No. This was a mistake," You shook your head as you booked your Lyft.

You slipped your phone under your armpit as you looked around for some pants to wear.

You picked up the first pair you saw which might be either Jimin or Yoongi's basketball shorts. But you could care less as you slipped them on your body and tied the strings tight around your waist.

"Y/N-"

But you quickly cut him off, not wanting to hear anything that might persuade you to stay.

"Just let me go. I bared my soul to you last night; you know all my insecurities, all my fears. I'm so embarrassed. And the blogs are probably tearing me to shreds right now," You ranted. You grew hot at the thought of the blogs and how much damage control you'd have to do. It wasn't just about your reputation anymore, but about your family's business. "I have to deal with the consequences of my bad decisions. I can't lay up in this bed with you all and pretend we're in love. We're not."

Jungkook sat up from the bed, letting the covers fall to his lap and display his bare chest. He looked so vulnerable as he sat there looking at you with a quivering lip and big, begging eyes.

"We let you go before."

"Because you didn't love me."

"We always loved you, Y/N. We'll always love you."

You scoffed as you turned your back on him so you could leave and wait for your ride downstairs in their living room. "I've heard it all before, by way too many people. I'm done."

As you walked the halls of the house you once called home, you thought about the last time you were here. When you left them after they told you they didn't love you anymore and you refused to break down in front of them.

Yet last night, you had been so weak it made your stomach hurt.

You had no idea what made you want to watch Forrest Gump, but the boys easily obliged.

It was a dumb decision on both parts; you knew you would cry, they knew you would cry and the whole point of being with them was so that they could keep your mind off of what was going on.

"She didn't deserve him," You mumbled as the tears rolled down your face. "He... he deserved a pure love. He didn't deserve to be used when she was bored and then left by himself for years on end. He deserved so much better."

"We know," Jimin nodded and placed your head on his chest as Hoseok leaned over Jimin to take the bottle from your hands.

You were so out of it you barely noticed and just rested your head on Jimin's chest. You were curled up between him and Namjoon, the heat of their bodies bringing you comfort and allowing you to relax.

"I deserved so much better. And now I'm just... damaged goods all because I wanted to be loved." "Y/N, don't say that, you're not damaged goods," Namjoon quickly spoke up and rubbed your back with his large hands. Hands you used to love and crave holding. Hands that always brought you home.

"What was it about me that made you stop loving me? Was there someone else?" You looked up at Jimin, his eyes immediately meeting yours. They were questions that weighed on you for a while now, and it was something they knew they'd have to answer eventually. "Why won't anyone love me?"

"You did absolutely nothing wrong," Jungkook assured you as he shot off the couch to kneel in front of you.

"And there was no one else. There will never be anyone else," Yoongi promised.

"I don't know if I can believe that right now. I want to, but I can't."

Jungkook visibly deflated in front of you and let a pout rest on his face. The guilt you felt when you saw his pout wasn't even a fraction of the guilt they all felt.

As Jungkook rested his head on your lap, you were almost convinced to forgive them.

Almost.

—

Your last day in Bora Bora was nothing short of wet. The thunderstorm lasted all day and you were stuck wondering if it would affect your plane ride home tomorrow.

You hoped it would be sunny in Seoul; sunny and ready for the new woman you've become.

You spent a whole year here, doing small things for Y/L/N Incorporated and taking classes to stay on top of the ever-changing business world. You wanted to be prepared to take over the business by the time you got back home. And while the classes were stressful at times, they kept you on your toes and made you a better businesswoman.

Every Monday you talked to your therapist, which is something you don't plan on changing. You learned about the importance of communication and how much chaos there would be without it. You know firsthand how the lack of communication can ruin things that could've easily been salvaged. Your therapist also taught you how to let things go if you feel something is no longer worth your time and energy.

This time away from Seoul and all the drama you left there to die, did wonders. You truly took the time to focus on yourself and become a better person.

You forgave Kyong even though he never offered you an apology. That hurt wasn't something worth holding onto. It was only hurting you and allowing bitterness to manifest inside of you.

The boys were the easiest to forgive seeing as they tried offering explanations and apologies. And even though you didn't believe them at the time they were offered, you believed them now. You allowed yourself to look past your anxiety and believe you were a good fiancée. You were kind and loyal and thoughtful. And for a while, you believed you deserved everything that happened to you, but now you know that you didn't.

Most importantly, you forgave yourself. After starting to believe you deserved all the good things in the world, you were mad at yourself for ever allowing anything that wasn't such.

You were the hardest person to forgive but you knew to love yourself you had to forgive and let go. It's one thing to resent someone but it's another to resent yourself. You were only hurting yourself and you were tired of feeling weak.

This year helped you love yourself, so much so that you're not scared to be alone anymore. You were ready to take on the world and you were more than happy to do it by yourself.

So as the rain came down and the clouds swarmed over your vacation home, you allowed yourself to take a deep breath and think positive.

Rain is a good thing; it helps even the most neglected forms of life grow.

—

The first order of business after you settled into your apartment was having dinner with Ha-joon. Your loyal and protective best friend didn't go a day without talking to you while you were away. Whether it was a simple text or a two-hour-long phone call, Hajoon didn't miss a day.

You could see Hajoon jumping up and down and clapping excitedly as you walked toward her. The glaring streetlight showed every bit of emotion on her face and you don't think you've ever seen anyone so thrilled.

"Y/N!"

"Relax, it's not like Beyoncé's here," You teased once you finally reached her.

She wasted no time pulling you into a hug and squealing loudly in your ear. "I missed you so much!" She professed, not caring about the future of your hearing or the fact that everyone was beginning to stare at her.

"Okay, Ha-joon, stop yelling before you rupture my eardrum or something."

"I'm just so happy to see you."

"I know," You nodded as you pulled away from her death grip and held her at arm's length. "And I'm happy to see you too, but I'm hungry."

"Okay, let's go feed the boss."

By the end of dinner, you were almost certain that Hajoon's cheeks hurt from smiling so much. And it seemed like there was never a silent moment, not even when you were eating. Despite being in contact every day, it was like there was always something new to mention. Ha-joon was special and you loved that she loved you.

Ha-joon was the only love you obtained, that wasn't from family, that stayed. You loved being loved by her and you loved loving her. She was home.

"You know, this is the longest time you've been single since I've known you. I know you're smiling and all in vacation mode still, but are you okay? You don't have to pretend for me you know?"

You took a second and sighed before responding with a smile. "I'm good, I promise. I kind of... like being by myself. I only need to worry about the business, my family, and myself," You shrugged and leaned forward into the table. "Everything else isn't important. Nothing else brings me joy. Relationships have only ever hurt me and I want to be alone for once. It's less stress."

"I'm so proud of you," Ha-joon stated gently and reached over the table to squish your cheeks in her soft hands. "Always."

"I know. Thank you."

—

You stared at yourself in the mirror as your hairstylist put the finishing touches on your hair.

The blue Prada pantsuit was almost suffocating as your nerves began to settle in.

Despite you preparing for this day all of your life, but especially this past year since you got back from Bora Bora, you couldn't help but feel jittery.

You went over your speech a million times, you practiced in front of your parents, in front of the company's board members, and the mirror. You were more than prepared for this press conference, but public speaking was never your forte.

You fixed the collar on your white blouse and let out a shaky breath.

"Y/N, you can always cancel the conference. We know it's the professional route to go, but if it's making you this nervous, it's not worth it," Your mom spoke from behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

"I know, but... I can do this," You nodded and gave her a soft smile through the mirror.

"We know you can, but we're saying you don't have to. You've been through a lot."

You smiled at your dad who stood beside your mom. "I know but I'm okay. I swear, you guys know I've never liked public speaking. But I'm ready."

They both nodded and took a step back from you. "We're going to go get the conference started. We're proud of you, Y/N."

You nodded once more and watched them walk out of the meeting room set up to be your dressing room just for today's event. This conference room was a couple of doors down from the auditorium where the conference would be held.

The Y/L/N Incorporated auditorium was rarely ever used. The first time was 20 years ago when the building was first bought, 10 years later after it was renovated, and now as you're getting ready to take over the company.

The door to the room never shut, making you look up from your black heels and see Namjoon standing in the doorway.

"Hey!" You greeted him and turned around. 

Namjoon took your greeting as a sign to step further into the room and let the other six men in. "We came to watch the conference, seeing as we're partners," Namjoon explained, giving you a big smile, showing his dimples.

"And what are you guys doing in my makeshift dressing room?" You chuckled.

Hoseok looked over at your hairstylist before back at you, signaling they wanted privacy.

You turned to your hairstylist and let her know you were all set and watched her rush out, intimated by the bit of tense air in the room.

"We were worried about you," Taehyung admitted and moved to shut the door.

"Why?"

"Y/N, you disappeared for a whole year!" Jin exclaimed, allowing himself to be overdramatic. "We only knew you were alive because you'd send your weekly emails making sure everything was going well with the partnership."

"Well, I'm okay and I feel refreshed-"

"And then you were here for a whole year and refused to meet with us!" Jimin cut you off.

"I know, I know but I was trying to prepare for this day. I shadowed my parents all year and now I'm officially becoming CEO; I didn't need any distractions."

"And now we're distractions," Jimin continued dramatically. "Are you trying to hurt us?"

You and Hoseok playfully rolled your eyes at his theatrics.

"I needed the year away from the city and another year away from anyone that would stunt my growth, no offense," You expressed softly, trying to phrase what you were saying as nicely as possible.

Yoongi nodded, "we understand."

It was silent for a moment and you awkwardly stared at them as they did you. Their typical black suits were perfectly tailored to their bodies and their black dress shoes, were squeaky clean.

"We got something for you," Jungkook blurted out and gently hit Namjoon.

"Oh right," Namjoon nodded and pulled a black box from the inside of his jacket.

You walked across the room with a scrunched-up face, obviously confused at the black box he had. As you got closer, you could see how nervous they were, Namjoon's hands slightly shaking. "Hey, no need to be nervous," You told them, keeping your tone easy and tender. "It's just me, don't worry."

You took the box from Namjoon's shaky hands and slowly opened it, not prepared for what was inside.

"Oh," You mumbled, face full of shock.

"Oh?" Jungkook repeated, not sure how to respond to your response.

"You guys kept the ring."

"Well, you were supposed to keep it," Namjoon coughed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Hoseok quickly picked up after him, "but you always said it was your good luck charm so we brought it for you. We put it on a chain so you could wear it around your neck."

"How thoughtful of you guys. Thank you, seriously!" You smiled and pulled Namjoon into a hug.

"You mean everything to us, we wanted you to have a piece of us," Namjoon said and wrapped his arms around you.

"We know it's tied to bad memories, but maybe we can find it in you to see the good in it. We had good memories too," Taehyung spoke up and gave you a small grin.

"Thank you," You nodded again and pulled away from Namjoon. "I'll wear it on my first official day. I don't want to risk any of the press recognizing it and then... you know. They focus on the ring and not what I have to say. I'm doing my best to avoid 'bad' publicity. Again, no offense."

"None taken, Y/N," Jin promised. "You've really matured during your time away. I'm proud of you." "I've been hearing that a lot lately. It means a lot.”

But the person you were two years ago would've appreciated it more. She needed it more than you did.

While it made you happy to make everyone proud, you didn't need everyone's approval anymore.

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Meeting after meeting after meeting. Before you were CEO, your parents didn't take on meetings, splitting them between you and other employees.

But you wanted to be as hands-on as possible and you had a day set just for meetings, Hajoon by your side the whole time.

"You don't see all these people flirting with you?" Ha-joon asked you, cleaning up her notes and putting them all in a folder.

"Huh?”

You looked at the notes about the next meeting, relaxing a bit when you saw "Bangtan Enterprises" and slipped your heels off.

"You didn't see Do-yun staring at you with big heart eyes?"

"No, I was too focused on his horrible business plan. What was he thinking?" You scoffed and tossed your Apple Pen on the table next to your iPad. "The math wasn't mathing, there was no direction... it was just a mess."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Ha-joon shushed you and rubbed your bicep. "I'll draft up a rejection email, you'll look over it, approve it, and then I'll send it."

"No, don't reject him just yet. Allow him a second chance to get it together and we'll... set up another meeting I guess."

"You're so generous."

"Yeah yeah, give him three months," You softly demanded before standing up to stretch. "Next meeting should be coming in soon."

"I guess that's my cue to go."

Your mind drifted to the ring you let sit and collect dust for the past couple of months. It rested right next to your nightstand, one of the first things you see when you wake up and one of the last things you see before you fall asleep.

You always told yourself you'd put it in your jewelry box on your dresser but never got around to it. Or maybe you were purposely procrastinating. You didn't know but maybe you'd discuss it with your therapist next week.

"Hi Y/N."

The greeting had broken you out of your thoughts and you quickly snapped back into reality.

"Hi Jungkook, hi guys. How are you?" You quickly responded and sat upright in your seat. You cleared your throat and intertwined your fingers on the table.

Whatever nervousness you felt, you immediately pushed away. This was a business meeting, not a casual dinner; you need to be composed, professional, and on top of everything.

You don't know what you were expecting but you weren't expecting complete silence.

They stood stoically as you grazed over their faces with their eyes. They were serious but not business serious, they seemed to be controlled by their emotions. It was as if tables were turning and while you gained control over your emotions when it came to them, they were slowly losing their control.

The silence stood for a moment and it was awkward as the eight of you stared at each other, waiting for someone to speak. They were waiting on an explanation you didn't know you had to provide and you were waiting on them to tell you what was wrong.

"Are you dating someone?"

"Where's your ring?"

"Why are you ignoring us?"

Your eyes widened at the ambush of questions from Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook, respectively.

"Pardon?" You let out a shaky breath and moved your arms to cross over your chest.

"Are you dating someone?" Taehyung asked again, his voice was strong but he looked almost defeated.

"I don't really think my dating life is any of your business."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed at you and in retaliation, your eyes narrowed back. "Where's the ring?" He asked.

"My apartment."

"Why have you been ignoring us?" Jungkook asked again, lip wobbling, looking the most vulnerable out of the eight of you.

"I haven't been ignoring you, I’ve been busy. Can we talk business now?" You replied sharply, growing more and more frustrated and maybe angry.

"We just want what's best for you Y/N-"

"Oh and that's you?"

It wasn't the nicest thing you could've said but it wasn't the meanest either. You didn't understand why they had come into a business meeting questioning you as if you were someone that was supposed to be loyal to them. If ignoring their texts, calls, and even emails on your personal devices wasn't a hint, you didn't know what was.

Taking that ring back was not a sign that you were getting back together or owed them anything, but you don't know where they got off thinking that.

But deep down, you couldn't even pin down why you were ignoring them. The ring that they gave to you still held so much weight even if they did want it to now signify a new beginning. There would never be a fresh start; too much pain has been caused for you to be able to start fresh with them.

And despite how smart they were, you could see they still lacked emotional intelligence. You thought they understood things would never be the same again.

You've also made it more than clear to everyone that you were strictly focused on the business and yourself. You couldn't see where you ever gave them any indication of anything otherwise.

You took a deep breath and uncrossed your arms as you stood from the rolling chair at the end of the glass meeting table. You collected your things and even slipped on your heels.

"How about I have Ha-joon reschedule this meeting? And so that everyone is happy, you'll meet with her instead of me. Sound good? Okay, great."

You shuffled out of the room and toward your office.

As guilty as it made you, you walked by the people working on that floor without a greeting, a wave, or even a smile. You always said something to them, making sure they were okay and good to work, but all you could focus on was getting back to your office.

"Y/N-"

You quickly shut the door behind you, not letting Ha-joon finish whatever she was going to say.

"What did you all do?" You could hear her start to berate them.

Luckily your office was down the hall, away from anyone else that was working.

You sighed as you sat down in your chair behind your desk. You closed your eyes and rested your head on your desk, taking deep breaths as your therapist taught you.

You picture your toes in the white sand, the waves crashing against them as you watched the sunset. You remembered how at peace you were, excited to start new, proud of how much you've grown.

You remember wanting to stay in this moment forever and the reality you were in right now, made you miss Bora Bora more than you already did.

The certainty you felt mere months ago was gone, ever since you got that stupid ring back.

It's done nothing but keep you up at night and cause more confusion than you've ever felt in your entire life.

You heard the door open causing you to immediately groan.

Things were placed on your desk and there was a long silence. You've had more than enough silence for one day, especially since it wasn't a product of productivity.

"What do you all possibly want from me?" You asked as you sat up.

Your eyes searched their bodies but their eyes were focused on your desk. You looked down with a frown that only grew deeper when you recognized what you were looking at.

On your desk was the locket Jimin gave you, the Bangtan bracelet you made with Jungkook, and the polaroid picture of you and Yoongi.

"Why do you guys do this to me?"

Your lip began to quiver and your body grew due to embarrassment.

"Y/N, please don't cry-"

"Why do you do this when you know I'm trying to heal? Why do you want to hurt me?"

The hot tears began to trickle down your face as you stared at them, their faces guilt-ridden.

Good. They should feel guilty.

"It's-it's not like that at all," Jungkook spoke up, tripping over his own words. His big doe eyes began to mirror yours and you felt your heart break at his tears.

"We just need to know if there's ever a possibility that you'll give us another chance?" Jimin asked, looking down at his hands as he fidgeted with them.

"It's always been you, Y/N. It'll always be you," Namjoon confessed, making you roll your eyes. They were always too little too late.

"We're not even together and you're already making me cry. That's not a red flag to y'all?" Tears kept streaming down your face as you ranted. "No, there isn't a chance we'll get back together. I deserve better."

"We're sorry Y/N," Hoseok quietly confessed before making his way out of your office.

Namjoon followed after him with a sigh, Yoongi left silently, and Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook turned away hesitantly.

Jin stayed back and watched you slowly point to the souvenirs they left on your desk.

"Just take that stuff and leave."

[AN: um heyyy y’all... long time, no see... this took way too long to write but I was in school and working and going ion vacation and depressed and blah blah blah but I’m so happy that this is finally done. I feel like this is a good place to end this series but it’s also open for a part four (and definite final part) if y’all want one. if you want to join my taglist, here’s the link to the info page]

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the night after

pairing: simon blackquill and zale lowell-edgeworth

words: 653

warnings: none

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The rainy night he is exonerated, he has nowhere to go.

With Aura taking his place in prison (but thankfully not on death row and not for long; he wasn’t sure if his heart could take that) and with Athena barely even having space for herself in her tiny junior partner lawyer salary LA apartment, he genuinely believed he would have to find a shelter to sleep in until he got on his feet.

He wasn’t sure why he didn’t remember the fact that his boss and Zale wouldn’t let that happen.

“Hey,” she said with a wave, peering out of the window of Miles Edgeworth’s red car. “Come get in!”

Zale and her brother had…waited outside the jail for him?

“Prosecutor Blackquill, you will become quite cold standing in the rain like that. Please, get in. And don’t worry about getting the seats wet. This car has had a body in it—a little water won’t hurt it.”

That was certainly a story for another time.

With a stiff nod, he complied, sliding into the backseat next to Zale. “Thank you both,” he muttered.

“It’s our pleasure! And really, thank Miles for driving in LA traffic. I would never.” Zale gave a fake shudder to emphasize her point, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“I recall you fear driving. Nevertheless, I appreciate you coming as well. I do not currently have anywhere to reside, so I’m heading to a shelter downtown. Thank you.”

“Nonsense. You have the choice between my place or Miles’s.”

She said it as naturally as breathing, and his chest twisted in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. “I beg your pardon?”

“You can either live with me for a while or live with Miles. We’ve got the room, and we would be happy to have you.” She raised her eyebrows teasingly. “Do you think so little of me that you believe I would toss you aside to fend for yourself?”

“Not at all.”

The words come out before he can even register their tone and weight, and by the look his boss gives him through the rear view mirror he knows it sounded much softer than he intended to let show. The way she had so wholeheartedly defended him in the forced trial really had done something to him.

“Good. Which one sounds best, then? I was going to tell you that you’re coming with me, but I didn’t want you to feel backed into a corner if you were uncomfortable. I’m able to just set up a long term hotel stay for you as well if that would—“

She was starting to get nervous. He needed to nip that in the bud.

“Balderdash. It would be my honor to stay with you, if…you will have me.”

Her eyes actually brightened despite the gloom outside, the closest to cheerful he had ever seen her. “Of course I will. I hope the place is to your liking. My brother is the one with the actual house, but…my apartment does what it needs to do. Miles, could you drop us off there? I think we should get dry before we go grab groceries and toiletries and clothes and all that.”

“Sure. Will you both be alright walking in the rain?” It was endearing how the infamously cold Chief Prosecutor doted on and fretted over his youngest sister in his own way.

“We won’t melt or anything, Miles. I can give Simon an umbrella until we get him a proper rain jacket, and we’ll be on the train most of the way anyway. Does that sound ok, Simon?”

She had never addressed him by his first name before. That twisting in his chest became searing white heat that lit his entire heart ablaze. “Y-Yes, that sounds fine…Zale.”

As she showed him her genuine small smile, he found himself looking forward to the new day for the first time in seven years.

[sardonic-the-writer]

—bad luck buddies

SUMMARY | sometime in between filling in for carver and completing your mission with ladybug, the two of you manage to have a few laughs

PAIRING | ladybug x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | strictly platonic, spoilers for bullet train, hit men, guns, mentions of murder, etc

WORD COUNT | 600+ words

AUTHORS NOTE | very goofy man. funny too. a short little one shot this time though sorry. wasn't having a good night tonight and just wanted to get this done

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"Are you sure I can't get you to give up the number for Barry?"

A gruff voice chuckled next to you as you both through foot traffic, hair bristling in the wind.

"Sorry (Y/n). Gotta keep him all to myself. I can recommend another therapist, though."

Laughter.

"Are you two done talking yet, or should I wait untill you've finished to give you the mission details."

A smile blossomed on your face as the earpiece nestled snugly in your ear buzzed with the sound of Maria's voice. You spared a quick glance at the man next to you, his own expression riddled with amusement—the twinkle in his eyes a dead giveaway.

"Sorry Maria." You grinned. "But Ladybugs' new mindset has me rethinking some of the ways I do my job."

"See! That's exactly what Barry was talking to me about. Put a positive mood out into the world, and it comes back to you." Ladybug snapped his fingers with a triumphant smile, much to the chagrin of Maria. Who by now had sighed in your ear more times than you could count on both hands.

"Please don't tell me you two left the guns in the locker."

You could practically see her pinching the bridge of her nose right now—smudging that weird eyeliner she always insisted on applying. Probably regretting letting the two of you fill in for Carver; that bastard. It was bad enough that separately the two of you barely scraped by on missions. But together? Even you had to admit that the universe seemed to push against your every move. Hence the whole therapist talk. It was high time you tried professional help. At least that's what your targets told you right before you stabbed them in the neck.

"Hey don't sweat it boss man. Er—lady." You readjusted your coat, briefly stopping to apologize to the few pedestrians you would bump into. Didn't expect train stations to be so busy at this time of day. "You said this would be a breeze right? So no guns, no problem."

A beat of silence.

"Your lack of response tells me that you either see the brilliance of the situation or hate us right now." Ladybug scratched at his scruff, nearly knocking his ridiculously chunky glasses astray meanwhile.

"I'm thinking the second one." Maria deadpanned. All she got in response was a cheeky grin from you and Ladybug.

Quick work was made of hopping on the bullet train as you both continued your banter, footsteps falling in sync as you padded up and down the carpeted iles.

"Now you're looking for a breifcase—"

"Could you be a bit more specific?"

"Let me finish (Y/n). You're looking for a silver breifcase with a train sticker on the handle."

"That's not at all ironic." Ladybug cracked a joke, lightly setting his arm on your shoulder to prevent you from toppling on him as the train began to move with a hiss. To which you sent him a goofy salute.

"Fuck it's cold in here. You couldn't have picked a warmer train to stash this case?" You complained, half to Maria and half to Ladybug. Both rolled their eyes, albeit one more playfully than the other. A few nearby passengers didn't seem to take as kindly to your loud complaints though, tossing a nasty look or two.

"Well sorry if the twenty million in cash didn't ask before picking a route out of Tokyo. Did you want to ask the current handlers about a change in plans?"

"Nope." You popped the p while continuing to meander after Ladybug. "I'd rather snatch it from under their noses thank you very much."

Ladybug turned around momentarily to join in on the conversation, clearly buzzed about the promise of a short and easy trip.

"After all." He grinned. "How difficult could this job be?"

[efingart]

JWIN Deleted Scene 1

It's been a while, hasn't it? I was looking to write something Frank a week or two ago when a friend suggested writing a deleted scene from JWIN. To keep me on track. I've got some smart friends huh?

Anyway, here you go. You only have to have read up to Chapter 7 (either version). Not highly edited, kind of written on vibes.

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The shell made a satisfying splintering sound before he crushed it between his fingers. He removed the peanuts, placing them in the palm of his other hand as he discarded the rest. Then, he popped the nuts into his mouth. The movements were done absently, as his eyes were glued to the television in front of him which was currently broadcasting the Phillies’ game. Before he even stopped chewing he plucked another peanut from the bowl and began the process again.

Truth be told, he wasn’t even that focused on the game. It was just something to look at, clear his mind of all the usual thoughts, stop it from wandering to darker things. He did like baseball, but his life was so busy, so unpredictable, it was hard to follow closely. He relished the moments he could catch a game and not have to read about it in the next day’s paper. But that’s when he was stateside. Good luck even trying to figure out the scores outside of the US. Even the year before, he hadn't known they'd won the Series until he got home a week later and saw the remains of dirty confetti that still littered the streets after the parade.

He dusted his hands off in his jeans and picked up his beer. The broadcast had gone to commercial, so he took the opportunity to scan the bar. Even though he wasn’t actively paying attention, he always had some kind of idea of who was coming in and out of the place. Constantly aware of who was around him. It was instinct, like knowing the distance between his spot at the bar and the nearest exits.

A couple walked up to the bar and stood close to him. Nothing remarkable about them. They ordered their drinks from the bartender and took them back to their booth. As they moved away, his eyes fell on a book on the floor. It was wedged between the stool and the front of the bar. He leaned over, long arms able to reach it without hopping off the stool. He again glanced around the bar to see if the owner would make themselves known.

But no one reacted. No one ran back in, breathless, realizing they had forgotten their book. Almost surprising anyone would notice it was gone, maybe relieved to not have to lug the heavy thing around. He moved to flag down the bartender. Maybe they had a lost-and-found they could keep it in. But the title caught his eye. The cover was a little different, but he recognized it.

In that moment he was transported back to a tiny apartment in East Berlin.

“You can borrow that if you like. It’s good.” “Not sure if I’d have the time to read it and get it back to you.”

He sucked in a breath. In the end, it was she who didn’t have the time.

He wondered if she got through the stack of books. Were they still waiting for her to finish them? Stacked neatly on that small table off her kitchenette? Or had some other officer taken over her apartment and tossed them? What happened to any of her stuff? She didn’t have any family. Were they donated? Probably trashed. Probably trashed all of it. The books, the clothes. That sweater that used to annoy her because it never stayed in place.

Wonder if Adler or Sims kept any of it. They’d have been the only ones who might want something of hers. Knowing them, though, probably not. You start collecting stuff you can’t bear to get rid of it. Then, your home becomes more of a memorial. A place to remember the dead instead of a space for the living.

And what if he had taken that book from her that day? Having a piece of a dead person like that. A physical reminder shoved in the bottom of his duffle. Forgotten about it until he had to do laundry when he made it home. He made it home.

How come he gets to live when everyone else around him keeps dying?

He set the book on the bar and flagged down the bartender. He ordered another beer, and when it came, he hopped off the stool. He tucked the book under his arm and took his beer to a booth. He sat down and placed the book in front of him.

For the space of a few sips of his beer, he sat there and stared at the cover. Then he opened the book, wincing as he accidentally cracked its spine, and began to read.

[bratzforchris]

hi! can you please write something with little!luke missing reader while on tour but is stuck between being regressed and not so he inadvertently takes his frustration out on the other boys and the crew (like complaining about certain things he doesn't want or giving sarcastic answers) but nobody suspects he's little until like twenty or so minutes before the show when ashton asks him about it and luke starts regressing and sobbing that he misses reader, so ashton calms him down and decides to facetime reader from his phone so luke can talk to her while little and admits what he did but he feels a lot better and maybe the next morning reader surprises him by showing up??

Homesick

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Little!Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1621

A/N: Thank you so much for being patient, anon! I adore little!Luke :)

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Luke laid in his bunk, blankets pulled up to his chin and sucking happily on his paci while clutching his stuffed animal. He was currently on FaceTime with you for some little time before he got up for the day, and he couldn’t help the happy little squeals and giggles that escaped his mouth as his mommy talked to him. 

“Missie you, Mommy!” he giggled. 

“I miss you too, bug. You’re just so cute.” You cooed. 

You continued to speak to Luke and do little things to make him smile before checking the time. It was nearing noon, which meant the rest of the band would be back on the bus soon and it would be time for the boys to get ready for soundcheck and the concert tonight. Luke had politely declined going to breakfast with the other three in favor of “more sleep”. Really, he just wanted some tiny time with his mommy. 

“Bubba? It’s almost time to be big Lukey, honey. You have a concert tonight!” You said lightly. 

Luke pouted, but nodded, eventually saying goodbye to you and hanging up the phone. Even though he was big, he felt rather sad when your face disappeared from the screen. Being on tour, especially as an age regressor was hard. He loved Michael, Calum, and Ashton, but they didn’t know about his headspace and so, Luke really only got little time at night or very early in the morning. 

He sighed, tucking his paci under his pillow and propping his stuffed penguin up against his pillow. Yanking open his bunk curtain proved that it was already afternoon and he was just getting up. The blond wandered into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, leaning against the countertop. He was in a bad mood already, but it wasn’t really an angry one. He just felt rather sad and homesick. Luke was so stuck in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the other lads enter the bus.

“Boo!” Ashton said in his ear. 

Luke jumped, spilling coffee down his front. “Ugh. Fuck off, Ash.” he grumbled sleepily. 

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Ashton tutted, grabbing a mug and a tea bag from the cupboard. 

The blond rolled his eyes, setting his mug in the sink and stalking towards the living area. He flopped down on the couch and began to scroll through his phone, opening the various social media apps. He gnawed on his lip ring, trying to fill his mind with the endless junk of media so he wouldn’t cry. You would’ve done anything to come on the tour with Luke, but you were still a senior in high school, and couldn’t leave your studies. Luke knew this, but the less-rational and little part of him believed it was because Mommy didn’t want to spend time with him. 

He angrily clicked off his phone, tossing it to the other end of the couch. He needed to not overthink right now. They had a job to do, and the world didn’t stop because Luke Hemmings was moody. 

“Geez, Luke, who pissed in your coffee this morning?” Michael asked, looking over from the TV. 

“Please stop!” Luke cried, his voice cracking. 

“Hey man, I was just joking…” Michael trailed off as Luke got up and stalked back towards his bunk. 

“What’s up with him today?” Calum asked as Ashton walked into the living area, hearing all the commotion. 

“Dunno,” Ash shrugged. “Seems like he’s just in a bad mood today.” 

The three boys left Luke be until 2:30, when they nominated Ashton to go talk to the blond boy. The honey-blond crept back to the bunk, slowly pulling back Luke’s curtain. The blue-eyed boy was curled up on his side, clutching his penguin to his chest, sniffling softly. 

“Luke?” Ashton asked. 

“What?” Luke snapped. “Leave me ‘lone.”

“Just letting you know it’s time to get up for private soundcheck, bud,” Ashton rubbed his back. “Are you okay? You seem off today…”

“I’m fine.” Luke sat up, avoiding eye contact. 

“Huh,” Ash shrugged. “If you say so.”

Luke trudged his way through private soundcheck, carelessly handing his guitar to a roadie with an eye roll. If the man caught on, he didn’t say anything. The blond stalked to the dressing room, staying far away from his other three bandmates. 

He missed you so bad it ached. All Luke wanted was to curl up and have some tiny time with you, but he was stuck here. He loved his job and he loved the fans, but tour was exhausting. Even when he was big, being away from you was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Checking the time on his phone, Luke sighed, curling up into a little ball on the couch. They had another hour until soundcheck for the fans, which meant it would probably be almost seven hours before he got to be small again. 

“Hey Luke, let’s get some backstage shots for Instagram, yeah?” Ryan asked. 

“No,” Luke said flatly. “I’m tired.”

“C’mon man, real quick?” 

“No.” Luke turned his head, burying it into the pillows. 

“Luke, Ryan is asking for ten minutes of your time. Please just do what he asks.” Ashton said, ever the dad of the band. 

“I don’t want to! Leave me the fuck alone!” he snapped, fighting tears. 

Ashton and Ryan looked at each other before moving to the other end of the couch, away from Luke and his grumpy aura. When he was sure his face was fully covered by the couch cushions, Luke began to cry. He longed for someone to just hold him and baby him and tell him he was okay, but he had been mean, so his friends definitely didn’t want anything to do with him now. 

The blond didn’t know how much time had passed until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He sniffled, pushing it off. 

“Go ‘way.” Luke grumbled. 

Ashton could tell Luke was crying, just by his voice. “Luke, what’s up, man? We’ll all be happy to help, but you have to tell us instead of snapping.”

“You won’t understand.”

“Try me.” Ashton murmured, still comforting Luke. 

“Michael and Calum have to leave.” Luke said, fighting tears. 

The two boys looked at each other and shrugged before going into another room of the venue’s backstage area. They knew Luke was just like that sometimes and he didn’t mean any harm by it. He was just shy and still pretty young to be on such a big tour. 

“They’re gone. Shoot.” Ash said.

Luke sat up, wiping his eyes. “I like to be a baby.” he said plainly. 

The older of the two looked at Luke curiously, but not unkindly. “What do you mean?”

“I, um, age regress,” Luke said, fiddling with his fingers and avoiding Ashton’s eyes. “Helps with the stress.”

“Oh, okay. Is that why you’ve been a little moody today, bubba?” Ashton gave Luke a soft smile, trying to convey that he didn’t mean any harm. 

“Just…just miss my Mommy!” Luke wailed, already starting to slip into his headspace. 

“Who’s your mommy, Lu? Is it Y/N?” he asked. 

Ashton had a friend with a littlespace before and he had definitely explored the 5sos fanfics when he was bored, so he knew a bit about age regression. The older male scooped Luke into a hug, rubbing his back as he cried. Luke nodded against his chest to his question, whimpering softly. 

“‘M sorry for bein’ mean…” Luke whispered. 

“Thank you for apologizing, sweet baby,” Ashton cooed. “That’s a very grown-up thing to do. I know you miss mommy, lovely. Should we call her?” 

Luke nodded gleefully. “Mhm! Pease!” 

His lisp was slightly more prominent since he was teetering on the verge of headspace, but Luke was still polite as ever. He snuggled into Ashton’s chest happily as the FaceTime call rang. 

“Ash?” You asked, picking up the call. 

“Mommy!” Luke squealed, pressing his nose to the phone, trying to “give you kisses”. 

“What’s going on, guys? Aren’t you supposed to start soundcheck soon?” You asked, checking the clock. 

“We had a little meltdown…” Ashton said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Missed you, Mommy!” Luke added. 

You could tell by Luke’s tear-streaked cheeks and Ashton’s slightly frazzled look that there had been a meltdown. “Everything okay?” 

“We’re okay now,” Ashton assured you. “I just might need your help getting him fully out of headspace to go on stage.” 

You carefully placed your math homework aside, looking into the camera. You were slightly less anxious now that Ashton said ‘headspace’, assuring you that he was a beyond sufficient carer. 

“Luke?” You asked him. “I need you to look at me, baby boy.” 

Luke sniffled and wiped his eyes, but looked at you nonetheless. “Mhm?”

“I need you to be big Lukey, okay? Your fans are so excited to see you, but they’d like to see big Lukey! If you can do that, you can have some cuddle time with Ashy tonight…” You paused, waiting for confirmation from Ashton, who nodded. “And if you can do that, there will be a big surprise for you tomorrow morning, okay?”

Luke nodded frantically, spurred on by the promise of a surprise. You hurriedly thanked Ashton and made sure Luke was 100% out of headspace before hanging up and clicking over to the airline site. You had been thinking about going to visit Luke over your spring break, but today confirmed for you that he really needed it. 

You smiled as you clicked book and paid for the flight, smiling to yourself at the thought of seeing your baby boy in the morning. 

[thesweetnessofspring]

You open the door. You see nothing. You walk a bit further to see who is there when you hear “You here to finish me off, sweetheart?” Right when you notice my eyes between brown mud, I say: Trick or Treat!

What are some autumn/Halloween activities Everlark would love to do together? (Panem or Modern, or both!)

Special request: Give me some brief drabble of them doing one of those activities :> Alternatively, tell me about a current WIP and give me a line from there :)

Well let's get this party started! 🎃 First some music:

In Panem, Everlark is certainly in the forest foraging nuts and apples and their garden is filled with pumpkin and corn. They're baking fall treats with the toast babies and cuddling up by the fire at night. They are all about the coziness of the season.

For a modern Everlark, here's a short-ish high school AU:

“What next, little duck?” I ask Prim over the din of the crowd. Her gaze catches Annie Cresta’s face, which has been painted with scales and starfish and shells, giving the senior the appearance of a mermaid, especially factoring in her long, wavy brown hair.

Prim has been staring at people with painted faces all night, and it’s eating away at me. The high school’s Harvest Festival is technically free. Each student gets 100 tickets to play games and can purchase more if they want to keep going. But this event is also an opportunity for fundraising for the school’s clubs and sports teams, so not everything is free, including the face painting. We’ve been smelling kettle corn and hot dogs all evening but not purchased any, sharing the free 100 tickets between the two of us, and passed by the chance to put Principal Coin in the dunk tank. The face painting is the one thing I catch her still wanting.

I can’t stand Prim’s silent longing and think about the $10 bill I have in my back pocket as my “just in case” money. More like just in case we get stranded and need bus money home. But it’s just one night…

“Hm, how about we go to the bean bag toss?” Prim says.

I take her hand in mine and say, “Actually, I have a surprise.”

We squeeze through the pressing crowds until I make out the blue pop-up tent with a colorfully painted sign decorated with monarch butterflies, pumpkins, princesses, and flowers reading: Face Painting 

There’s a line and I plant Prim and I in it.

“Oh Katniss, are you sure?” Prim asked. Ever since our dad’s accident, our finances have been tight and spending money on something like face painting was frivolous for our family even before that happened.

“It’s the Harvest Festival,” I say. “We can have some fun.”

She gives me a hug around my waist and I squeeze her tight. Then I notice the face painters they have working right now. Two are kids who live off of 6th Street and are total stoners. I can’t remember their names. The other one, though, is only the sophomore class’s golden boy himself, Peeta Mellark. 

What he’s doing here and not flirting with girls while scooping out popcorn with the rest of the football team, I don’t know. I check the signs at the booth and sure enough, this one is fundraising for the drama department. I didn’t know Peeta was even in the drama department. The football and wrestling team, sure, but drama?

I watch as Peeta dabs a sponge with red paint over a little boy’s face, smiling and chatting to him as his hands work. Then he uses a brush to create webbed lines, creating a half-Spiderman mask onto the boy’s forehead and eyes. And I’m surprised at how good he is for a high school boy. 

Then Peeta turns to the line, which Prim and I are at the front of and I’m jolted like I’ve been caught staring at him. And I guess I have been, technically, only there had been something so fascinating about watching him paint. He smiles and waves us over to the seat now empty of the Spiderman.

“Hi,” Peeta says. “What are you getting done today?”

Prim’s eyes skate over the pictures hung up with examples of what they can get done. There’s a lot of Halloween stuff–cats, bats, spiders, witches, ghosts, pumpkins. Then some generic ones–superheroes, princesses, animals, mermaids.

“Are these all of the choices?” Prim asks.

“If you’re willing to take a chance I could go off-book for you,” he offers. 

Prim considers this and I want to warn her of the risk of being disappointed if it doesn’t turn out, but I also don’t want to insult Peeta. His Spiderman was pretty phenomenal, so I let her make the choice without my interference.

“Can I get a dragon?” Prim asks.

“Sure thing,” Peeta says, “What color?”

Prim and Peeta talk a little about how she wants her pink dragon done and then as Peeta starts working on her face, discuss Prim’s most recent obsession–dragon books. The library is one of the few places we can go now and have stuff to do without worrying about money and she’s been eating up everything she can read with dragons. Peeta patiently listens as she describes her most recent read, a little dent between his eyebrows as he concentrates on the sweeping details of Prim’s dragon face painting.

“There you go,” Peeta says, handing her a mirror. 

“Oh! It’s like it’s going to fly off of my face!” Prim laughs. I peek over her shoulder to get a look and while it’s not that realistic, the wings that spread over Prim’s eyes and the dragon head with silver horns on her forehead, the ribbed body and tail down her nose, are a true work of art. I feel bad it’s going to get washed away.

“Glad you like it,” Peeta says. Then he turns to me and asks, “Did you want one, too, Katniss?”

I shouldn’t be surprised he knows my name–we’ve been in enough classes together over the past ten years–but I can’t remember a time he’s used it before.

“We’re only getting the one,” I say and reach my hand out with the $10 bill.

“I can make it a sister special, two for one,” Peeta says.

I bristle and give my hand a jerk to insist he take the money. “We don’t need any charity, thanks.”

“Katniss,” Prim admonishes. She’s always the polite one and that’s why I have to be the protective one, to make sure she doesn’t get taken advantage of.

“No, no, it’s just…uh…my ex is the next in line and I…it’s a little awkward right now,” he says, giving me a sheepish smile. “You’d really be helping me out if you stayed so she got Jason or Gianna instead.”

I know who he’s talking about, but I peek out the corner of my eye to make sure. Glimmer Erikson. They’d started dating over summer apparently, something about concurrent football and cheerleader practices bringing them together. A big upset happened two weeks ago at homecoming when he broke up with her at the dance. I’d overhead some other kids talking that Glimmer had been ready to pick a fight with Clove Sanchez for grinding up on Glimmer’s ex Cato, and she ended up punching Peeta when he tried to stop her from getting physical. 

And I don’t know why I know any of this, but I feel some sort of strange need to protect Peeta right now, more than my own pride. I sit down and take Prim’s spot on the chair directly in front of Peeta. He gives me a relieved smile and asks, “So, what do you want?”

“Oh, um…” I look at all of the options, but none of them really feel like me. Princesses? Superheroes? Pumpkins? I look to Prim, but even she’s stumped, the dragon’s wings on her face compressing as she squints her eyes to consider the options.

“I can go off-book for you, too,” Peeta says.

And I know from Prim’s face he’s more than capable. I shrug. “I don’t know what I want. Maybe…surprise me?”

“Really?” he brightens up at my invitation.

“Sure,” I say, then amend, “Just no cats. I get that enough with my name.”

He laughs. “Don’t have to explain that to me.”

I give him an unexpected smile. Peeta, the baker’s son. Yes, he would certainly understand. 

He gives his head a little tilt, scanning my face, and then picks up a sponge with orange face paint and lightly dabs it over my cheeks and nose.

“How’d you end up doing this?” I ask. “Aren’t you on the football team?”

“I paint the sets for the drama department,” Peeta says. “And they need the help more than the football team anyway.”

“Oh, I didn’t know…” I say. “Did you do those mountains for The Sound of Music last spring?”

I hadn’t gone to the show, but the backdrops were up on the stage for months while we had a million anti-drug, anti-bullying, anti-drinking-and-driving assemblies to sit through. I’d ended up staring at those backdrops to keep some kind of sanity, imagining myself hiking along them with the trees and the fresh breeze.

“I helped. Jason and Gianna worked on it, too,” he says and switches over to a brush, dipping it in brown paint and lightly brushing it along my temple. “We’re doing Beauty and the Beast in the spring this year. You should audition.”

“What?” I ask. I had to work a part-time job at Subway after school. I didn’t have time to dance around a stage. 

“You have a beautiful voice,” he says. “In elementary school, when we had those music classes? You always sang so much better than everyone else. I think even the birds outside stopped to listen to you.”

He remembers that, so long ago? 

“He is right,” Prim says. “You would be the perfect Belle.”

I scoff. “Too bad I’m a terrible actor.”

“It’s a high school show,” Peeta says. “Trust me, if you don’t make the audience’s ears bleed they’ll take you.”

I don’t pursue this path of the conversation further, feeling ganged up on with Prim and Peeta trying to get me into the drama department. Instead I take notice of Peeta’s large hands with the delicate little brush, focusing on one part of my face and then another while he dabbles on reds and yellows and oranges and browns. I have no idea what he’s putting on my face, but even without Prim standing there watching him work, I trust that he’s not going to do anything to embarrass me like some other boys would have done.

“Finished,” Peeta says and hands me the mirror. I let out a little gasp. Along the left side of my face he’s painted a tree trunk with its branches extending out along my forehead, dappled with autumn leaves on the branches and down below along my cheekbones and nose that were lightly dusted with a misty orange as the backdrop for the leaves. It’s not the garish, intense painting of the provided options, but a soft, delicate work worthy of its own frame.

“Like it?” he asks, a little cocky. It’s clear that I’m in awe of it.

“It’s beautiful,” I say. 

“Well anytime you want a facepaint,” he says, “I don’t charge friends.”

Friends? I wonder. But I don’t have time to think of it as the next person is coming up behind my chair. I give Peeta the $10 and get pulled back into the crowd of the Harvest Festival with Prim. We take a dozen pictures of our facepaint together and, when Prim insists, separately. And even though we have the memory preserved, I can’t stand to wash it off that night, carefully laying on my back before falling asleep so I can see it again in the morning.         

Katniss's face paint inspo:

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (47)

part 47 of ?? | 1051 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Eddie has never . . . done relationships. Before. Or yet. Whatever. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; the opportunity has never presented itself.  But he knows how they work in theory, and despite not quite being there with Steve, he still wants to do things right. So.

This chapter cranks the rating up from Teen to Mature, so... minors, maybe skip your eyes over the second half and just know that Steve really wanted to show his appreciation for the present Eddie got him.

47.

Here’s the thing. 

Eddie has never . . . done relationships. Before. Or yet. Whatever. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; the opportunity has never presented itself. 

But he knows how they work in theory, and despite not quite being there with Steve, he still wants to do things right. So. 

“Here,” he says, tossing the dice bag at Steve’s unsuspecting face as he slides into the Beemer. “Gotcha something.”

Steve catches it, of course, even though he looks bewildered. “Why?”

Eddie shrugs and picks at a loose thread trailing from his ripped jeans. He pretends to stare at the radio dials, but watches out of the corner of one eye as Steve tugs the drawstring top open and peers inside. “It’s, uh. Just a little something for the next time you play.”

He hadn’t gone to that many different game shops looking for them. Three wasn’t that many. It had proved one too many for his van though, which had overheated on the way home and is currently in the shop, thus Steve needing to pick him up—that’s neither here nor there. Steve upends the bag over one palm and Eddie all but holds his breath.

The dice that spill out are all a sunny, translucent yellow with a golden shimmer. Nothing like his black and red-veined set that he’s had since middle school, but. They match Steve’s room. 

He waits for a reaction, but Steve has gone still and it’s making his stomach twist with nerves. Shit. It’s too much, he knew it was going to be too much.

“Hey, if you don’t like them I can take them back—”

Steve cuts him off by kissing him. It’s a minute into melting into it and kissing back before Eddie registers anything else—the hand fisted in his t-shirt to haul him closer, for example. The kiss is quick by their usual standards, long for a moment between two guys in public. . . . But no one’s around to see.

The fact that Steve would risk it is doing something for Eddie, but that’s neither here nor there. 

“Thank you,” Steve whispers after he lets go. 

And Eddie knows, can tell just from the way he says it, that Steve is used to being the giver in these situations. That’s not really a surprise, girls in the movies and shit hardly ever give their boyfriends gifts. But Eddie had done it anyway because. . . . Well. 

Even if D&D isn't really Steve’s thing—because yeah, he had fun, but he was bad at the math parts and Will’s services will still be required if he plays again—Eddie wants him to know that he’s welcome. That there’s a place for him at the table, if he wants, and he doesn’t even have to bum off someone else’s stuff to take it. 

The next thing Steve does is turn the car off, which makes Eddie blink in surprise. “Uh, weren’t we going to see Ferris Bueller's Day Off? We’re gonna miss the previews, Stevie.”

“Screw the previews.” Steve is looking at him, eyes hooded and biting his lip. “Wanna go back inside?”

Stupid question. Eddie scrambles to get back out of the car. 

-

“Wow,” Eddie says to the ceiling, breathless and warm. He feels like he’s floating, can barely feel his face enough to know what it’s doing while his higher functions are temporarily out, and it’s not even because he’s high. 

Steve props his chin on Eddie’s hip and there’s a satisfied grin in his tone when he asks, “So, how’d I do?”

“Woooow,” Eddie repeats dreamily. “I mean . . . damn, I should give you presents more often. You sure that was your first time?”

“I’m a fast learner,” Steve says, and it’s so smug that Eddie has to haul him up for a kiss. Can’t be helped, it’s gotta be done. (He can taste himself on Steve’s tongue.)

When Eddie lets him up for air again, Steve has a stupid grin on his face. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. 

“My turn,” Eddie announces, and flings himself up into flipping their positions, settling over Steve even as he goes back to kissing him. (God, he could do this all goddamn day.) It’s almost terrifying how complete Steve makes him feel, but it’s . . . it’s getting easier to tell himself that Steve seems willing to stick around, even if it still feels a little bit like he shouldn’t. 

After all, who would go for Eddie Munson? He’s not made for good things. 

And yet, they fit. He trails kisses down Steve’s neck, down his chest and the scars that match his, down the trail of hair that leads further. Kisses him, swallows him down, and that’s it. Experienced ladies man Steve Harrington comes in his mouth, absolute hair-trigger, before Eddie even gets to try any of the things he had in mind. He barely manages to swallow, just shy of choking on it in a way that makes his extremities tingle, and definitely doesn’t get it all. Has to wipe his chin on the nearest unlucky corner of blanket after.

“Holy shit,” Steve gasps. “Holy fuck, Eds, that—I, god, sorry, ‘mso sorry baby. Was that—Are you okay?”

Baby. Jesus, Steve hasn’t called him that before and he hadn’t expected him to now. 

“Gimme a glass of water and ten minutes, and I’ll show you exactly how okay I am,” Eddie promises, grinning fit to bust his face even as he’s still trying to catch his breath. 

Steve’s expression goes happy and soft, as though he’d needed Eddie’s permission to bask in the afterglow, and it has Eddie clambering up to kiss him stupid. They melt together in a tangle of lax and sated limbs.

“Good boy,” Eddie adds, murmuring against Steve’s kiss-bitten lips, and grins into the delicious shudder that runs through his. . . .

“Boyfriend?” Steve suggests. His voice is so small and tentative, an offer nudged carefully across the bargaining table. It bleeds hopefulness the whole way, as though there’s some chance that Eddie might hear Steve Harrington ask him to be his boyfriend and shoot the guy down. 

Not a chance in hell. 

“Holy shit yeah,” Eddie says in a rush, and then he’s kissing Steve eagerly, hands winding through his hair and tugging at the roots exactly how he knows Steve likes. 

They miss the entire movie.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

BEX I’M SO EXCITED TO REQUEST SOMETHING FROM YOU!!! It’s nothing fancy, but may I request something where New Nightmare Freddy just mercilessly eats out an AFAB reader? Like, he’s just totally nasty and messy and keeps going until Reader’s a sobbing overstimulated mess? I have a major need. Please and thank you Bex, you’re the best <3

Ahhh! ACE! So I know this took me a minute but I am so happy with how it came out! Just some filthy fucking nasty pussy eating! What more do you need! Got this in under the wire but happy Valentines day, eh? I agree we need more NN! Freddy, he is the best and I hope to do more of him this year! Let’s not waste time, let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. NN!Freddy X AFAB! GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings. Use Of Bitch. Degradation. Dirty Talk. Dub-Con. Forced Orgasm. Cunnlingus. Fingering. Face Sitting. Knife Play. Pain Play. Fear Play. Blood Play. Chase. Cum Play. Freddy Just Being Gross. Crying. Overstimulation. Nipple Play. Rimming.

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“We’re Done When I Say Were Done.”

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He hasn’t needed to eat in years. 

His body isn’t sustained by regular food. And yet still needs something to maintain himself, just what he gets energy from is different now. He gets power and life from taking it away from others, from making them utterly helpless and terrified and ultimately killing them, consuming their soul, stealing the very life force that made them, them. That is what he truly needs nowadays. He was more than capable of taking it, in fact the build up and the execution of it were far too fun for him, he loved drawing out the experience, “playing” with his food. 

There are so many ways to toy with one’s food, and so, so many ways to feed one’s self, and currently we find him, between your spread thighs, eating you in such a fashion that while it doesn’t physically nourish him, it does satisfy him in a different sense.

You however were still trying to contend with the sheer speed with which he had snuck up on you, struck up a chase, and had managed to catch you. Seemed no matter which way you turned he was always right fucking there.

He did it with such ease there was no cloying or taunting variation of the oh so original, “Caught ya.” Because it wasn’t necessary. You filled in the blank for him in your mind and he could hear it, I mean this all technically did take place in your head didn’t it? You didn’t like to think about the mechanics, it could make your head hurt and you had a much more serious life and death situation to focus on at the moment.  

When you were below him and he raised that sickening hand that was a mish-mash of exposed muscle and bone and blades, your eyes squeezed shut and you waited for the killing blow. 

But it never came.

He didn’t end you like you might have thought, his hand fell, he did slash, but the razors only caught your shirt, your eyes flying open in surprise, and from the mild jolt of pain from the few thin cuts that grazed your stomach. He fed his fingers through the slits he made into your shirt with ease, he curled his fingers and he pulls, hard.

The fabric gives way and you jerk in fear as your torso is exposed, the remnants tossed aside, he finally acknowledges you, a sneer as he asks, “Scared?”

He leaves no time for you to respond as next the poor excuse for bottoms you wore to bed that night were torn away to join the same fate as your shirt. He was so strong, it took him no effort to strip you totally bare except for the sweat that had built up on your body from the chase through this blistering hell hole of steam and pipes and cracked concrete. 

His monstrous hand came down, blades teased featherlight over your chest, cold metal brushed over your nipples and you inhaled harshly, sucking down a deep and shuddering breath as the sensitive skin stiffened into hardened peaks. The expression he wore was sadistic, the smirk twisted, his fingers closed on one and he pinched, he pulled and turned, rolling it in his grasp and making you let out a small and strained sound in response. 

“I think you can do better than that, right?” 

He tugged hard and you let out a yelp and he almost praised you but the tone and expression undercut it, making it fall just shy, “Better. But still pathetic.”

You feel the smoothness of cool leather against your thigh and the unmistakable hardness below it and the feeling of that forced upon you simultaneously turns your stomach and makes your clit throb. 

Again there was no time to pour over or process because he rocked against your thigh as his bladed hand abandoned your chest, drags lower, fingers spreading the small amount of blood that had welled up from the tiny cuts he gave you earlier. He didn’t stop until two of his fingers were bordering either side of your clit, a small squeeze and your breath catches, eyes slightly unfocused and he was watching your face the whole time. You could almost hear the pleased purr at the reaction he got from the smallest touch, he could feel the confusing mix and mess inside of you. The fear and the slight nausea, the confusion and of course the shameful, guilty arousal. It was totally delicious, almost as good as it could get without killing you. 

But not quite, there is still something better to partake in and he was intending to soon after a little more playing with you.

Your breathing was ragged, the fear was close to outweighing every other feeling because of how close the blades were on his fingers, the dangerous position. How one small slip up could fucking ruin and utterly destroy such a sensitive and intimate part of you. He didn’t stop his small probing and manipulation and how you had no clue what to do, to pull away or hump embarrassingly into his touch to get more of what you clearly craved. His fingers left you and your body went slack, relaxing until he laid down a firm and solid hit right where he had been touching previously. Your body bowed from the intense jerk of pain to your system along with a choked off moan. He let out a laugh that was somewhere between amused and malicious. “Hurts, hmm?”

A shaky nod and he repeated the action, harder and you whined from the abuse he brought to your clitoris. He tsk’d and a few more smacks hit strong and true, each one causing you to release another all too amusing sound and while you were still reeling from the last hit he took the opportunity to do what he really wanted. 

He could smell your cunt, you were more than ready and he was simply dying to satiate that other lingering hunger he had. His hands on your hips he jerks you up and you inhale harshly, you were staring up at him, wondering his next move as he ground the smooth leather against you. The slick from you spread over the clothed bulge of his erection as he moved and he said in the most mocking way possible, “I’m sorry.”

He leaned down closer, “I’ll make it up to you.”

A harsh swallow before you asked, “How?”

He started to slip down, hands moving as he went, more thin cuts along your hip and down your outer thigh as he went, you hissed at the hurt and he hummed out as he found his place between your thighs, resting on his stomach as he provided the answer to you. He leaned in, unnaturally long tongue slipping out of his mouth before licking a strip up the middle of you from hole to above your clit making you cry out and arch before he told you, “I’ll kiss it better.” 

You think if anyone else but him said that you would cringe and roll away but the heat behind it made you melt even more so than the heat in here already was. 

Any lingering want to push him away or for this to stop has been put to bed when his mouth is back on you. 

How could one ever begin to describe the taste of you in this state?

Describing how a person tastes might be difficult for some, trying to nail down and put words to the flavour of an individual, but he isn’t regular, is he? No, he isn’t human at all, he is so, so much more than that. He himself is like a collection of words, a living, breathing, idea, a story currently in motion and as such he has more than ample ability to describe what your needy and soaked cunt tastes like. 

The unique cocktail that made up you was nothing short of delectable. A hot, heady, silky mixture, salt and a particular tang to it that was immensely pleasing to the palette. They say what you eat affects how you taste but again he isn’t mortal, he can glean so much more from the taste you provide, he swears that he can in fact, “-taste how desperate you are.”

He barely lifted his head or broke contact with his mouth to share that lovely little fact with you and dove back in between your thighs tongue first before you could even begin to conjure an adequate response, or a response period. You tasted like just what he knew you would and just what he needed, pure, unfiltered, barely contained fucking whore. It was just below the surface and he could bring it out to play with a few well placed licks.

He seriously wondered how long you had been deprived of anything like this, it felt like it had been ages from how you were responding. And speaking of, right now you were very tense, breathing shallow and thighs threatening to almost suffocate him, (well if he actually needed to breathe of course-), from how hard they held his head. His hands took care of that. Spread you wide and force your legs apart and flat to the surface of the bed to truly allow himself to do what he needed. You were gasping for air in short order as his tongue delved inside your parted lips, into your soaked and clenching hole, curving up and upon touching a particular spot you made the best sound you had so far tonight. 

Back to you though and how you were handling all this. Your mind was a soupy mess of pleasure and scattered thoughts, trying to cling to anything as he ate you out in a way that felt like the one series of letters and syllables that could fit it was ferocious. How could he do this? Move his tongue inside you with such ease and simultaneously so much force? Your end was speeding towards you at a blinding pace. 

His mouth seems too large. His tongue is still inside you, moving, sliding in and out, curling and working but also you could feel the wet heat of the rest of his mouth covering your clit, as if he managed to encompass your whole vulva with his horrible maw. Legs twitching underneath his hands, the string inside you threatening to snap, eyes squeezed shut and there was nothing you could have done to stop the impending orgasm, it overtook beautifully. A deep inhale in while you were on the edge and when you exhaled you were cumming. 

You moaned, deep and genuine, voice wavering from the strength of it and your voice wasn’t the only sound. Eating someone out the way he was, it isn’t a quiet affair, it sounds lewd and obscene and wet, but more than that too, he also let out a moan against you upon the peak of sensation. The moan sent vibrations that made your body try to jerk against him, increasing it all even further. 

He loved this part, feeling you clenching rhythmically around his tongue, undeniable evidence of what he forced from you. What made it even more delicious was the lingering reluctance, the wish that you weren’t so fucking into it and cumming so hard from the mouth of a literal monster. 

His hunger was far from satisfied. 

He didn’t slow even when your orgasm subsided. He kept going. The attempts at thrashing were ignored as was the beginnings of your pleas for him to, “Stop! Fuck, please-It’s too ahhhn, too much!” 

Of course it was too much, it was all by design, it was the entire point. 

You tasted better after cumming, he wasn’t sure how but you just did and of course, you were wetter even though some of it had to be from him. Long tongue slid out, he pulled back and in that deep, unnatural voice he told you, mockingly, “Scream all you want, I’m not stopping because you want me to, this isn’t about you.”

Confusion painting your features, “I-it’s not?”

A laugh, a sickening sound that made you clench around nothing and also made your hair stand on end before he tells you, “No it’s not. This is about me feeding myself from this-” His hand between your legs, his thumb stroking up and down your clit, dipping into your soaked hole, you hissed slightly from the overstimulation, “-sweet cunt. It is the best thing you have to offer me, addictive taste and I am going to eat it until I am done, no sooner.”

And then a funny little thing happened, him saying that, the look in his eyes, his hands on you, the fear you had felt totally melted away. True to his word, he didn’t stop, didn’t relent, more probing of his tongue, harsh sucks of sensitive flesh, nips of sharp teeth and cuts from his bladed fingers on your hips and thighs. The pleasure and pain intermingles in this scarily intense blend that makes you feel like you might lose your mind. He talks and what is odd is that when he does at points he doesn’t break away, you still feel the moves of his mouth but hear the sounds of his voice reverberating on the walls around you, he asks humiliating questions, makes impossible requests, expects you to keep track of the times you fall apart because of him and how could you ever do that? He forces you into many a degrading position, dragging you easily into whatever configuration he wishes, making you grind on his face as he holds you so hard you bruise. He leaves no part of you below the waist free from his mouth, clit and both holes are delved inside and abused till you gape and have wetness rolling down your shaking legs all while he orders you to- “Ride my tongue you desperate bitch.”

You are so far gone your body moves on it’s own, pace is uneven but you do as he wishes.

You genuinely lose count, you have moments of the briefest lucidity but they don’t last, you are lost to feeling and to the all consuming nature of him. He presses on the fresh cuts, makes blood spill and intermingle with slick and spit and sweat, he tastes all of you, everything you have to offer. When it all becomes way too much, when you have cum more than you think you ever have or maybe ever will again, too tender to have another wrung from you, the tears fall and you feel him break away only to be back on top of you. His tongue is back on you, tasting the salt laden streaks pouring down your cheeks and then he finally seems satiated, having tasted every single fluid he wanted from you. The last thing you remember before waking up was him nearly cooing about how you were a, “-perfect midnight meal.”

[fantasies2paper]

"Can you run that by me one more time, Midoriya?" I couldn't believe what my, now ex, boyfriend's high school friend had just told me. "I feel like you just told me the guy I've been with for, oh I don't know, four years is cheating on me."

I saw a few things flit through his green eyes. Kindness, honesty, and maybe anger which I'm positive wasn't directed at me. He was currently sitting in my living room while I walked through the house grabbing various items that belonged to the offending party and chucking them in a box. Carelessly. No, violently. 

"I have done everything for that pap smear and he has the audacity to cheat?!" I growled to myself before stopping and turning to look at Midoriya. I didn't know him very well, just that he had always been kind to me and always offered company. "Why did you tell me this, Midoriya? You could've been laughing it up with him but you're here with me. Why?"

"In all honesty," he said as he stood up and slowly walked towards me, stopping in front of me and looking into my e/c eyes. "I told him you were too smart, too sexy, and too good for him. I also said that, if we found ourselves in a certain position, I'd gladly help you forget all about him. Call me Izuku."

The saucy smirk that followed made my breath catch in my throat. Midoriya was definitely a sexy male specimen. The white t-shirt he wore looked like it was hugging him in all the right places. I wanted to know if he had muscles underneath all those clothes or if it was just an illusion. The problem was he never seemed like he'd even seen a woman naked, let alone what to do with her.

"Look, Midor-," I paused at the heat in his eyes. "I mean Izuku, if I'm going to get under someone to get over him it has to at the very least be someone who knows more than me, ya know? I mean all we've ever done is missionary so I need to get wrecked."

I chuckled to myself, throwing another item into the box before Izuku pressed me into the wall behind me causing a gasp to fall from my lips.

"I can wreck you, y/n." His voice was low and his body was close to mine, one of his hands splayed on my lower back while one of his legs was between both of mine. "I'll have you screaming my name before the end of it, puppy."

My knees wobbled and my mouth went dry at the pet name. I'm sure if he hadn't pinned me to the wall I would've been on the floor. I darted my tongue out to lick my suddenly dry lips, my hands squeezing his biceps as I tried to compose myself. His arms were harder than I'd imagined making my core clench at the thought of his body pressing mine into everything in my apartment.

I slowly moved to kiss him and he gave me time to change my mind before pressing his lips to mine. His tongue flicked my bottom lip, seeking entrance while his hand pressed my lower body closer to his. I moaned softly into the kiss, his tongue taking the opportunity to slip into my mouth and explore. My hands found themselves his shirt, gripping it tight before he squeezed my ass.

"Izuku," I moaned against his lips, needing his skin on mine. I moved my hands to the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it before I lost my mind. He didn't show the same kindness with my button-up though because the next thing I knew he was ripping it off, buttons hitting the floor noisily.

He picked me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting my body as close to his as possible. I hadn't noticed he'd ripped my bra off until I felt my nipples harden against his already hard chest. It spurred me on more, making me suck on the tongue that was invading my mouth. He groaned into my mouth squeezing my ass hard enough to bruise.

I heard a loud thud and door swing open before he tossed me on my bed making me squeak in surprise. I looked up at Izuku, the predatory gleam in his green eyes made me bite my lip. He dipped down towards me, grabbing the hem of my yoga pants and yanking them down.

"You haven't been wearing any panties, puppy?" He groaned as he kissed his way down to my hip. "Such a bad, bad girl."

He stood up to take his pants off and I gasped softly at the hard length that came out of its confinement. I don't think I'd ever seen one that thick and solid. The head was leaking precum and I found myself licking my lips.

"Oh you're definitely gonna wreck me." I said breathlessly, standing up to bring his lips to mine again. 

His hand cupped my face, kissing me deeply and devouring my soft mewls. He pulled me down on top of him on the bed, my core sliding against the underside of his shaft. The solid flesh made a dam break between my legs and Izuku gripped my hips, stilling my movements.

"Mmm y/n, I'm going to take a guess that I'm bigger than he was." He said with a slight strain in his voice before he removed one hand from my hip, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down to kiss me slowly. "So we are going to take it slow, okay? I don't want to hurt you, puppy."

I was taken aback by his kindness. As beat up as I was about getting cheated on, the relationship itself left little to be desired. I had planned on breaking up with him the following day if I was being completely honest. So I guess on the brightside he'd done it for me.

Snapping my attention back to Izuku, I returned his slow sweet kiss. My hands slid up his hard chest and shoulders, disappearing in his fluffy green hair. The hand on my hip flexed giving me the okay to move again. I rocked back and forth slowly, the throb in my clit matching the throb in his cock. 

"Izuku.." I whimpered against his lips before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. "I want more. I need more."

Smiling devilishly, Izuku rolled us over and began kissing his way down my body. Caressing and kissing both of my breasts, his hands stroking down my waist and stopping at my hips. He swirled his tongue around my nipples in slow circles before sucking the hardened bud into his mouth.

I sighed softly as I arched my back, pressing my body into him. I couldn't remember the last time I had been touched like this. As he did the same to the opposite nipple I melted into my mattress. Izuki kissed down my belly, biting my left hip gently and then my right. He hooked his arms under my thighs and spread them wide to give him full access.

"Puppy," he moaned long and low in his throat, making me look down my body and lock eyes with him. "So pretty and pink." He spread my lips with his fingers, exposing my deepest parts to him. "It's making my mouth water...looking at it get all wet and swollen for me."

"Izuku," I mewled desperately as he gently blew on my clit, the cool air on my hot flesh making me squirm with need. I had never had a mouth touch my core before but tonight was a night full of firsts. I watched his tongue dart out in what felt like slow motion and I hadn't realized I was clenching the sheets in my hands, but when his tongue made contact with my hot slit I would have done anything he told me for more.

"Y/n, you feel so soft and taste so sweet and you know what?" he asked, his lips grazing my intimate flesh and sending shockwaves through my body. "I've got a sweet tooth, puppy."

He licked my slit again, slow and deliberate before sucking my clit gently into his mouth. He was taking his time, licking and slurping every inch of my pussy until I thought I was going to scream from the overload of sensations. He devoured me like I was the first sustenance he'd had in months and I would fade away any minute.

My hands flew to his hair, not sure if I was trying to keep his head there or pull him back up my body. Sounds I'd never heard myself make before were falling from my lips in a jumble of incoherent babble mingling with the sounds of slurping and deep groans. My eyes were closed so tight I could swear I saw flashes in the darkness of my eyelids.

"Izuku I'm gonna.." I panted, but couldn't get enough air, my throat went dry feeling his wet tongue slide inside of me and rub inside my tight channel. "Oh my god!"

The rumble of his chuckle vibrated my sensitive skin, his hands gripping my thighs tighter and lifting to bring me closer to his mouth. He buried his mouth and tongue deeper inside of me making me arch my back and cry out his name. He moaned against me.

"All I wanna taste is this sweet juice flowing out of your pussy for me, baby. Say my name again, puppy."

His mouth found my sweet spot again, driving his tongue deep inside of me and moving it in circles. I couldn't hold onto my orgasm any longer and cried his name out as I came, clamping down on his tongue. My body was spasming from the shockwave as he pulled himself up my body, licking my taste of his lips.

He kissed my neck and jaw gently as he rolled us over, depositing me on top of him. "You're going to pleasure yourself with my cock, puppy, and I'm going to worship your sexy little body until you scream my name."

I bit my lip as I whimpered, one of his hands gripped my hip to steady me above his cock while his other hand held his cock upright. I felt the tip brush my entrance and a small noise left my throat before taking my lip between my teeth and lowering myself slowly. I clamped around him immediately and watched his jaw clench from his control. I felt like I was being stretched to my limit but it was delicious to feel so full.

When he was fully inside my body I could feel him twitch inside me and his fingers squeezed my hips but he stayed still, allowing me to get used to the feeling. It didn't take me long before I began to roll my hips in a slow circle. Sparks flew out to every nerve ending at the feeling. The new angle hit places in me I had no prior knowledge about and the feeling of being in control of my own release made me feel powerful.

I braced my hands against his chest and grinded my hips against him, moving back and forth awkwardly before I found my rhythm. He held my breasts in his palms, squeezing and massaging them while he rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His eyelids were heavy and his green eyes were dark with desire, making my core clamp around him at the knowledge that I was doing this to him.

My moans were growing louder as I rode Izuku, my eyes closed and my head rolling back as I lost myself in the feeling of him inside of me. His fingers caressed my skin where he could reach, from the hard peaks of my nipples to where our bodies were joined. I leaned forward and placed my palms on either side of his head, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as I lifted my hips up and down in a slow deliberate rhythm.

"Mmm, puppy." He moaned throatily against my lips, the sound going straight to my clit. "You feel so amazing, like my cock was made just for you. Don't stop."

The pleasure sliding through my body guided the rocking of my hips, my fingers gripping the sheets on either side of his head. My orgasm was climbing higher and higher with every stroke and moan that fell from his lips. I said his name over and over, like a prayer.

Izuku started thrusting up to meet my thrusts, sensing my need to come. I cried out everytime he hit a secret spot deep inside of me. When his fingers flew to my clit it was all over. We came together, my orgasm ripping through my body while I screamed his name. My body trembled from the aftershocks and I hardly noticed him cuddling against me and stroking my arm.

"Y/n never forget you deserve better than you think you do." He whispered softly. "You deserve to be worshipped and cherished because you're a beautiful person. Don't forget that or I'll have to remind you again."

"I'll have to keep that in mind, Izuku." I murmured quietly, I nuzzled into his chest further trying to enjoy this moment before I had to get up and finish throwing out the junk my ex had left behind. Izuku had definitely surprised me and I wouldn't make the mistake of judging a book by its cover anymore.

[samthecookielord]

CURRENT LAYTON STATUS: AL chapter 4, finished jungle, hillside, desert, and island

That's right, I'm dedicating a post to all the Layton content I've consumed and will consume. Wish me luck gamers. (I'll also add the status of my gameplay videos!) (And a list of layton AUs at the end)

Mainline Trilogies

(note: i call the games by which version i played (UK or US) but i tag by US titles)

(note 2: we only record towards the end of the game because my computer space will CRY and also i do not want to edit all that hope this helps)

PLAYTHROUGH PLAYLIST

CURIOUS VILLAGE: 100% completed

(not recorded)

DIABOLICAL BOX: 100% completed

Uploaded---

Chapter 7: (Part 1) - (Part 2) (fun fact: part 2 features the first instance of me using animated sprites for me and my friends!)

LOST FUTURE: 100% completed, all uploaded!

Uploaded---

Chapter 9: (Part 1) - (Part 2) - (Part 3) (fun fact: part 1 is the first time i use game sprites to give visuals to our improv bits, as well as generally being the start of me putting a lot more effort into editing and trying new stuff!)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11: (Part 1) - (Part 2)

Chapter 12

Chapter 13: (Part 1) - (Part 2) - (Part 3) Epilogue: (Part 1) (Part 2)

LAST SPECTRE: 100% completed

Uploaded---

Chapter 8: (Part 1) - (Part 2) (fun fact: from this point on, our playthrough group has increased from 3 people to 4!)

Planned---

Chapter 8 -> 1 part left

Chapter 9 -> 2 parts

Chapter 10 -> 2 parts

Epilogue -> just one

MIRACLE MASK: 100% completed

Planned---

Chapter 6 -> 6 parts left (HELP)

Chapter 7 -> 6 parts left Chapter 8 -> 1 part left Epilogue -> 2 parts left

AZRAN LEGACY: ch4, finished: jungle, hillside, desert island - next: walled city. and yes i have been doing world times in between each area

Spinoffs & Extras

ETERNAL DIVA: Watched :]

(not recorded)

LB MYSTERY ROOM: completed

(not recorded)

PLVSAA: not started (will play after mainline)

will probably record? perchance?

MYSTERY JOURNEY: not started (will play after plvsaa)

The anime: not started (will watch after mystery journey)

The manga: i saw the lost future one lol ill go check out the rest later probably. I also read up to ch28 of lbmr manga

Layton AUs

i have a lot of clive aus. here's a slideshow. here's their interaction tag

Puzzles Gone Wrong AU: (belongs to pastel-player) A take on "evil Layton" where we ask what if he wasn't evil evil, but morally dubious. Basically he's a dictator now but he hasn't really done much harm to the city of London. He's making some questionable decisions, but... he's still the polite gentleman Layton who cares about his loved ones. Said loved ones have many conflicting feelings about him. Takes place at least 1 year after main trilogy, unclear when exactly. (Ao3 series)

Pastel wasn't doing anything with Clive in this AU so I picked him up and ran off then came back with a whole new design and stuff. Anything I make with PGW Clive that doesn't involve Timeline Hopper Clive's shenanigans is proobably canon to the AU. Basically I'm the ceo of this one guy within this AU and nothing else <3

(PGW Clive's tag)

Layton Assassin AU: (belongs to snekatiemainy and thia-quiche) Layton but he kills people with swords. And also Luke beats people to death with shovels. And Flora also sword. Yayy!!! Initially inspired by our jokes from playing Curious Village, mainly Luke saying the phrase "this man is being VERY RUDE we should KILL HIM" (Ao3 series)

Assassin AU Variant: (belongs to me and snekatiemainy) A variation of the assassin au where Clive is adopted by Layton. Clive picked up a gun and has never been the same since. Guy who loves his 20 guns and is sooo annoying about it <3 Honestly 90% of my assassin au tag is just the variant instead of the actual original au hdtdhdhrfd

(Ao3 series)

(AV!Clive's tag)

Timeline Hopper Clive: (belongs to me, inspired by a-queer-kitkat's post) Post-canon Clive that starts getting tossed across dimensions at random intervals due to an abandoned machine prototype left by one of Dimitri's scientists. Often crosses over with Puzzles Gone Wrong and Assassin AU. He gets worse but then he gets better. Then there's a version where he gets worse again and weird buggified.

Clive Triton AU: (belongs to me and snekatiemainy) what if clark adopted clive. Send post

The BEHUH??? AU: (belongs to me and snekatiemainy) ???? goddamnit timeclive what did you DO (BEHUH??? stands for Butterfly Effect HUH???) (two guys chilling in the river 5 feet apart because get pitted idiot)

CSAU: (belongs to me and snekatiemainy) clive is adopted by descole. I encourage you all to ask us what CSAU stands for several times.

Apprentice Nils AU: (belongs to me and snekatiemainy) that random miracle mask npc's parents died so layton yoinks him

Randall Possession AU: (belongs to snekatiemainy) what if he became a ghost and hung out with his best friend Layton forever now

Layton Object AU: based on those silly object show things. They're living objects with limbs and faces etc etc and the only real changes in this au right now is just names, designs, and minor things that come with those design changes. i make this kind of au for almost anything i touch loll

Vampire Layton AU: what it says on the tin. One of my earliest tagged AUs. It didn't really go anywhere but it's fun to think about sometimes. Based on a joke we made while playing Diabolical Box.

[centralperkspoison]

the way i loved you | e. munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, slight hints towards sex, taking off clothes, no actual smut though, hints towards underage drinking, and yeah!

Summary: Inspired by the song, "The Way I Loved You," by Taylor Swift. Reader is Eddie's ex, who is currently talking with and seeing Steve. While everything is amazing with Steve because he treats reader so wonderfully, and they're thinking about officially getting together, reader can't help but miss the chaos and madness that they had with Eddie. Everything in readers head is decided when she speaks to Eddie for the first time in months at school. (Takes place the year before S4, and reader is a Junior).

Other: I got this idea in the car yesterday when i was screaming The Way I Loved You by Dr. Swift in the car with my bestfriend yesterday. This is all because of her adding it to the spotify queue, so ty &lt;3

(update! me and the person i had previously mentioned and i are no longer friends, so you wont be hearing about her anymore :))

Word Count: 1.8k

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The lunch room was extra loud today. The chit-chat of students still contained little details about you and Eddie's breakup, which hurt for either of you two to think about, much less see each other daily. He seemed to become quieter during lunch, obviously bothered by the distance between his first, true love, and him. There was no more hopping up on lunch tables or pounding his fists on them, tossing food at his friends, or even making fun of the bitter people who belong to the 'Cult of Baskets,' or 'The Darkside,' as Eddie liked to call the basketball team, but now pure silence on his part. Which you couldn't say much about because you too were moping around after your breakup.

It's not like one of you decided it you lost feelings and cut the other off. It was a long time coming.

There was screaming, fighting, breaking down, coming undone, it was a rollercoaster.

But secretly, to you, that was everything.

The two of you had gone to a huge party the night before at a girl named 'Tina' 's house, where you drank a lot, so Eddie let you sleep at his house. You two both woke up the next morning naked, and with a hangover. At what point in one of the many conversations you two had that day had it taken the turn into a conversation about your entire relationship, you weren't sure, but you two decided it would be best to split up.

So here you were, avoiding the Senior side of the cafeteria at all costs, for what you thought was going to be the end of the year.

Until you weren't.

You had known Steve Harrington for a while, seen as you were (Y/N) Henderson. He was your favorite one out of your brother's friends, (Of course other than Suzie, El, and Max. You loved them.) But you never realized that he was the supposed, "King Steve," That everyone in Hawkins High talked about, so once the two of you started going on dates, the uproar of rumors and gossip that contained the two of your names surprised you.

But you weren't even worried about that. You didn't care how Hawkins High reacted, all you cared about was what he would think. The boy you spent hours with just making fun of the 'top of the food chain' kids, the 'first to die in a horror movie kids', the 'coming from good money shouldn't be your only personality,' kids. The kids like Steve.

You sit in your normal seat by one of the many windows on the Junior side of the cafeteria, staring out of the dirty glass and looking at the sky. Bird watching had become one of the few hobbies you have yet to discover, but you still recognized a few of the pretty birds that flew among the wisps of white in the sky. You had already finished your lunch, and you were just waiting for the final bell that was destined to ring at any minute until you felt two, large arms wrap loosely around your neck.

You quickly turn your attention to the culprit, Steve.

"Done with lunch?" He asks, attempting to remove his arms, but his watch gets caught in your ponytail. "Yep," You respond, moving your hands to his watch so you can stand up. "How are you?" He asks as you untangle his watch from your hair successfully. "I'm good, you?" You answer, standing up to throw away your lunch tray in the trash can five feet away. Once you come back, you notice Steve is already sitting in the seat right across from where you were seated. His expression seemed so genuine in the way he admired you, you loved it.

"So, are you busy babysitting my brother tonight?" You ask, a small smile playing on your lips as you see his flustered reaction. "First of all, (Y/N), I don't babysit him, I just happen to enjoy his company, secondly, if what you were asking was if I'm free tonight, then your answer is yes." He says, smiling. "Great," You respond, giving him a huge, child-like smile. "What for?" He asks, smirking. You pull out a piece of paper with some foreign looking language on the front.

"I wanted to check this restaurant out, see if its as good as I heard it was." You respond, shoving your messy handwriting into Steve's hand. "Okay, cool. I'll pick you up at seven." He responds, giving you a kiss on the cheek as the bell for next period rings.

TIME SKIP

Seven o' clock doesn't take too long to come around, but you still have to do your mascara. You run to your desk and pull out your eyelash curler, and bring it up to your eye as your mother yells for your brother instead of you.

"Dustin, your older friend is here!" She calls, and Dustin comes out of his room shouting. "Mom, what?" He replies, walking out of his room, and locking eyes with Steve. "What are you doing Steve? And why are you all dressed up?" Dustin asked.

Dressed up?

You felt your heart skip a beat at those words. He got all dressed up, just to go try out a new restaurant with you.

After applying your final coat of mascara, you grab your purse and throw on your shoes before running out of your room.

“Hi.” He says once he sees you. “Hey.” You respond, smiling at his starstruck expression. He clears his throat then turns his attention to your mother. “Can I take your daughter out on a date tonight?” He smiles nervously. “Yes, honey. Just at least bring her back before tomorrow.” Your mother smiles, clearly charmed by Steve. “I’m sorry, what?” Dustin calls out, clearly pissed off at the two, “You two are together?” He asks, crossing his arms.

“No, we’re just hanging out Dustin,” Steve smiles. “Alright, well hang out with protection please, (Y/N) is loud enough as it is.” Dustin says, turning around to go to his room. “What he said.” Your mother agrees, turning around to go to the kitchen.

Steve and you open the door and walk out to the car, and he runs to the passenger side with you.

“Let me get that,” He says, "You look beautiful tonight." He finishes, smiling.

He opens up my door and I get into his car, and he says, “You look beautiful tonight,” And I feel perfectly fine.

You can't help but think back to all of your memories with Eddie. While Steve is sensible, and so incredible, and he calls exactly when he says he will, he's close with your mother, he's charming and endearing and you're comfortable. Eddie gifted you a lifetime of memories. While there was so much chaos and craziness imbedded in your relationship, you loved it.

The screaming, the fighting, the kissing in the rain... you wanted it all. As long as it was with Eddie.

But you refused to let that cloud your judgement. You were on a date with Steve, not Eddie.

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The rest of the date went by in a blur, and for the most part you were quiet. It was incredibly awkward. After he dropped you off, back at your house, you ran up to your room.

Once you enter your room you hear a very familiar yet static-y voice come from your desk that catches your attention. Upon further inspection, you discover it's coming from the walkie-talkie that Eddie gifted you for your seventeenth birthday, on the channel that only the two of you use.

"(Y/N)?" You hear him say. Impossible. We had mutual agreements to not speak to each other ever again. You walk closer to the silver box and hear him speak again. "(Y/N/N)?" He said. He never used that nickname for you, it was only the popular crowd that called you that. "(Y/N), please." He said, starting to sound hopeless. You pick up the walkie-talkie, pull on the antenna, and press the button on the side, "Eds'?" You ask, the nickname that only you ever called him rolling off of your tongue as if it was the most important thing in the world. "Hey," he said, relief apparent in his voice, "Hi," You respond. "Can I come over?" He asked, voice shaky.

You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't.

"No Eddie... You shouldn't." You say, breaking your own heart. "Oh." He said, connection being a little too clear for him to be all the way at his house. "Eddie?" You ask, "Yeah?" He responds. "Where are you?" You ask. You flinch at the knock on your window.

You shouldn't.

But you do.

You unlock the window and knock twice, signaling to him that its open, and you walk over to your bed. Once he reseals the window, He takes about three steps towards you, still being at least five feet away from you. He takes a deep breath, then looks up at you with sad eyes.

"It was a mistake." He said, causing your eyes to water. "It was Eds'. I miss you." You say, standing up and taking a step towards him. "I miss it all." You say.

"I miss screaming, and fighting, and kissing in the rain. When It's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name over the phone. So in love that we acted insane, Eddie. You were wild, and crazy. Just so frustrating, and that's one of the reasons I love you Eddie. I know I said I couldn't take how chaotic we were, but that's what makes our relationship ours." You say, looking up at him with sad eyes.

He finally closed the space between the two of you, and wrapped one his arms around your waist and pulled you in, and used his other hand to cup your cheek. He used his thumb to wipe the tear off of your cheek. "I missed you too." He said, pulling your face to meet his lips.

His lips were just as you remembered them. This wasn't a goodbye kiss, it was a hello kiss. One of many to come. This kiss made all of the ones that came before it feel like childsplay. He was, and will always be yours, and vise versa.

The kiss grows deeper, his lips feeling like silk against yours. You move your hands up to his hair, allowing your fingers to rake through, and grab on to each piece. He lets out a soft moan as he feels you grip his hair into your soft hands, while he allows his calloused ones to play with the hem of your shirt, finally deciding to tug it off.

"I love you." He says in your ear, allowing his hands to trail up your torso.

(A/N): Okay I like this one... specifically the beginning though, I feel like I got a little lazy towards the end. I hope everyone likes it though?! Also, two posts in one week? Look at me go! Anyway, please leave questions/suggestions in my requests box!