#HIS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!! HEARD SOON TO BE DEAD PEOPLE

[timmydraker]

PART 2 OF CLONE BABY

Bruce: You need to tell the rest of the family, but mostly Dick.

Tim: why...?

Bruce, remembering how mad Dick got when he didn't tell him about Jason or literally any other kid: just trust me, it's not worth it

Tim: but I haven't told Kon yet *biggest pouty face ever made*

Bruce: Tim, he's still dead... isn't he?

Tim: I mean... for now.

Bruce:

Tim: FINE. Give her back to me then.

Bruce: ... five more minutes?

*Later:*

Dick: Hey guys, what was so important I had to get here so quick? Is everyone okay? Did someone... y'know?

Bruce: Opposite, actually.

Tim: I had a baby

Dick: you fucking what.

Tim: I had baby.

Tim: lil bubba

Tim: I made it myself :)

Tim, holding up his baby girl: see!

Dick, rapidly going through several emotions at once before letting out such a high pitched squeal that Clark Kent breaks a mug out of shock: A BABY!!!

Tim: a baby!

Bruce: a baby...

Damian, who had come out of his room as soon as he saw that Dick had gotten to the house via his trackers: a baby?

Tim: not for you, go away

Bruce: Tim.

Tim: what? She may have been a scientific miscalculation but she is mine and I will not risk her being stabbed by your miscalculation baby.

Damian: what did you just call me?!

Tim: you heard me!

The baby stirring and whining:

Tim: shhh, it's okay little one. Did Damian's shouting upset you? That's very mean of him, isn't it? It's okay, it's okay

Dick: omg im an uncle

Tim: yes you are!

Dick: and who's the mother?

Tim: 1 am.

Dick: oh... okay, then who's the dad?

Tim, in all seriousness: Kon.

Dick, naturally assuming Kon came back to life like people do all the time: oh, he's back?

Bruce, making a silencing motion:

Tim, trying not to cry: not yet...

Damian: I am confused, why does Drake have a child?

Bruce: he was trying to clone his dead best friend and accidentally mixed his DNA with one of the subjects and made a clone hybrid baby.

Dick: more like dead situationship but okay

Damian: oh, like my brother but an acciden

Bruce: your WHAT?

Tim: yeah! But she's going to grow up like a normal human/kryptonian clone baby and not in like a week.

Damian: very well, I will craft some training weapons for her so she can at least have a chance fitting into this family.

Tim: no the fuck you will not Tim: I mean fudge

Damian: she will also grow up without a father apparently.

Tim: oh like Slade is a better option? And also, so did you???

Damian: beside the point. This baby will be too much like its parents, you are better to let someone else raise her so she won't be a blubbering fool.

Tim: BLUBBERING FOOL?!

Dick: hold on, go back-

Bruce: so l don't have a second blood son?

Damian: and anyway, you can hardly be a n when you practically weren't raised at all, 1 other hand was raised by an exceptional woman-

Damian: and anyway, you can hardly be a mother when you practically weren't raised at all, I on the other hand was raised by an exceptional woman-

Tim: oh HELL no

Tim: first of all, my parents have nothing to do with how I myself will parent! I will be everything in wanted to have and I will not let my baby girl feel unloved for a single second of her life, thank you very much.

Tim: secondly, you're saying that Taliah is a good role model for parenting? When was the last time you spoke to her that didn't involve her using your or Bruce for your granddaddy? Huh?

Damian: ...

Tim: that's what I thought.

Bruce: maybe we should calm-

Tim: and anyway, now that I'm a mother I understand a lot more and I'm not letting you raise my kid because you are a kid, Damian. I know your almost fifteen but that doesn't change the fact that you have Child Developmental Syndrome as well as severe CPTSD and deserve to be carefree and not hold as many responsibilities as some people, *glares at Bruce* seem to think is okay!

Tim: so, no, you can't take my baby but you can be in her life because while I still kind of hate you and think you should suffer for trying to kill me and cutting my line, I can truely see now that you are a baby yourself.

Tim: now, who is going to help me pick out a paint for the nursery l'm making at my apartment?

Damian: ...

Bruce: ...

Dick, who has been slowly inching forward to try hold the baby: ...

Damian, still seething but also a little... honoured?: may I suggest the colour China Rose?

It will go well with the rest of your apartment.

Tim, smiling happily and rocking his baby: good idea!

Tim: Dick, you can hold her while I find Alfred.

Dick: oh thank god, gimme, gimme, gimme, oh hi baby!!! Oh, just look at those chubby wittle cheekies~! Aren't you the most precious wittle thing? Yes you are! You are! Awww!!

Bruce: I forgot to ask, do you have a name?

Tim: oh yeah... that's a thing

Dick and Bruce, integrally: *He is not going to be able to do this alone.*

ーーーーー

QUESTION: what should the baby be called?????

Also wonder how long it will take to end up on

TikTok lol

[alisonsfics]

what about me?

pairing: bucky barnes x ex-gf!ex-avenger!reader

summary: as an ex-avenger and the ex-girlfriend of james bucky barnes, you’re shocked when you see the new avengers announcement on tv. so, you decide to pay avengers towers a visit to reminisce, until you run into bucky. then you both realize you’ve been holding some grudges.

word count: 2k

warnings: ⚠️thunderbolts* spoilers⚠️ angst between you and bucky

You were having a peaceful start to your day. Or as peaceful as it could be. The past couple years had really messed you up. You’d basically lost everything. The Avengers. Your friends. Your boyfriend. Your home.

Nothing had felt the same since then.

You tried to start over. You weren’t exactly built for the real world. You had telekinetic abilities. Your father was a successful scientist, but after you were born, he became captivated by the idea of superheroes. Then, he started to experiment on you, accidentally giving you abilities.

When you became an Avenger, you learned to harness your powers. You also blossomed into a great fighter, training with both Steve and Natasha.

Your skill set was very specific. And it didn’t exactly suit a corporate life, or any kind of regular life.

A couple of months ago, you got a call from Sam, whom you hadn’t spoken to since Tony’s funeral. He said it was about Ross going out of control. You were happy to help, and for the first time in years, you felt like you were doing the right thing with your life.

But nothing had happened since then. You started hanging out with Sam more often, craving any tie back to your previous life.

That’s where you were right now, out for lunch with Sam.

“So, is our new President showing any possibility of turning into a raging Hulk of a new color?” You joked, earning a chuckle from Sam. He quickly shook his head.

“Nope. All clear, but if it happens again, trust me, you’ll be the first one I call.” He told you. The thought of another president turning into a Hulk shouldn’t have comforted you, but it did. Because it meant having a purpose again.

“How have you been? You’ve seemed a little distracted since the whole Ross thing.” Sam asked, switching into counselor mode.

You laughed to yourself, thinking about the best response that would make Sam worry the least. “I don’t know, Sam. I feel like I’ve forgotten what being okay feels like.” You said, honestly.

“Just a professional opinion, maybe it’s cause I’m the only person you talk to. You can’t isolate yourself.” He mentioned. You switched your gaze to the ground. Of course you knew he was right. It wasn’t the first time you’d thought about it.

But all your friends, your family, were scattered around the globe or dead. You were alone.

Before you could respond, you both heard commotion around you the patio of the restaurant. You could hear the sound of phones dinging all the way down the street. Hushed whispers grew louder.

You felt heads turn towards you and Sam.

“Sam, what’s happening?” You asked, quietly. He glanced down at his phone. “Oh, shit,” he mumbled under his breath, before flipping around the screen for you.

You immediately recognized Val, and then you noticed Bucky. He was bruised and bleeding and standing behind her. The headline scrolled across the bottom: “Welcome the New Avengers after NY Attack.”

People started to rush towards you both. As two ex-Avengers, everyone wanted to know why you both weren’t on this new Avengers group.

“C’mon,” Sam said, quickly standing up and rushing towards you. He tapped a button on his watch and his flight pack appeared on his back. He grabbed you, and you wrapped your arms around him.

Your feet lifted off the ground as Sam flew you both to a nearby rooftop. You stepped away from him as soon as your feet hit the concrete.

“You alright?” He asked, watching you begin to pace. The words “New Avengers” repeated over and over in your head. And the image of Bucky bruised.

Sam repeated your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I don’t understand. There was an attack? Why didn’t he call me? Or you? He could’ve been hurt. He’s like family to me, and he’s just moving on? Why do we all act like the Avengers didn’t happen? I mean, everyone is moving on, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know who I am if I’m not an Avenger. And I just— I need to go home, Sam. I really need to think.” You rambled.

Sam nodded, understanding where you were coming from. “Come on, I’ll bring you home.” He said.

You spent the next two weeks sitting in your apartment, basically wasting away. You’d always struggled to cope with change, but you felt yourself being tugged back to the good old days.

Then, one day it was different. You woke up and felt yourself being pulled out the front door. You didn’t know where you were going until you got there.

You stood on the cold street, looking up at the tall building: Avenger’s Tower. It had been your home for years, and now it was a building you hardly recognized.

You walked up towards the front gate. The security guard immediately recognized you and brought you inside. He gave you a security pass, so you could freely roam the building.

You took the elevator up to the top floors where most of the rooms were. It was a path you’d taken so many times before.

You stepped out of the elevator and were met by a million memories. Memories you hadn’t thought of in years came rushing back to you.

A loud metal door slammed shut, bringing you back to reality. You jumped and turned towards the noise.

Then, you saw him.

Bucky Barnes.

“Hi,” you stuttered. His eyes met yours. You saw his eyes soften and the weight lift off his shoulders. “What’re you doing here?” he asked, breathlessly.

“I don’t know. I think I just wanted to see you.” You admitted.

He walked towards you, closing the distance. “It’s nice to see you, really. I’ve been thinking about you recently.” He said, sincerely.

“It’s definitely not because you moved back into the place we used to live. Don’t think that would make you think of me at all.” You quipped, sarcastically. A soft smile spread across his face.

“It’s been too long.” He said, his voice only coming out at a whisper. He felt every memory of you come rushing back to him at once. He remembered movie nights with the rest of the team. And the first time he kissed you, after a mission. And sneaking out of training to be with you.

“Yeah, it’s been a couple years. Y’know, since the world almost ended and you dumped me a few months later.” You said, your tone coming out harsh.

You had really missed Bucky. But you were also mad at him because it was his fault that you’d had to miss him. He’d gone radio silent for years, and you lost your best friend.

Bucky wore a pained expression. “I’m sorry about the way I handled everything. I was in a really bad place with Steve leaving and everything.” He apologized.

“C’mon, Bucky. Of course I understood that, but what you didn’t understand was that my world was also turned upside down. So many of our friends died or left, but I thought I’d always be able to rely on you. I loved you so much, and you left me like it was nothing.” You argued.

Each word felt like a cut to Bucky’s heart. He’d never wanted to hurt you.

“It wasn’t nothing. Do you really think that wasn’t the hardest thing I ever had to do?” He shot back.

“Then why did you do it? Nobody forced you into that, Bucky. And if you regretted it, why haven’t you reached out to me since then?” You asked. Bucky was growing visibly frustrated. He ran his fingers through his hair. You noticed the way the light bounced off his metal arm.

“I can’t do this. I can’t have this conversation right now.” He huffed, turning away from you and starting to walk in the opposite direction.

Before your brain could even process it, you were yelling “Yeah, go run back to your new friends and leave me behind with all the problems of your past” at him.

He stood still before slowly turning back towards you. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“You’re talking about being sorry that you abandoned me before and now you’re doing it again.” You accused.

Bucky scoffed and shook his head. “Well, you should know a thing or two about abandoning people. I heard about you and Sam taking on the Red Hulk.” He snapped.

“What does that have to do with anything? I helped out a friend.” You said, defending yourself.

“Neither of you thought to call me to help, and you know I would have been there in a minute. And you didn’t exactly show up to help me when the Sentry almost destroyed all of New York.” He said, finally letting it out even though he promised himself he wouldn’t. He knew it was petty, but he couldn’t help that he’d been so affected by you helping out Sam and not him.

“I didn’t show up because I didn’t know it was happening. And you know how I found out? I found out while also learning that apparently there was a New Avengers team.” You argued.

“That wasn’t my idea, I swear. That was all Valentina. I was just as surprised as you were. But why do you care so much if I’m on a new team?” He asked you, and you realized how close you both were standing.

He was close enough that you could smell hints of cedar wood from his cologne. You focused your gaze on the floor to avoid looking him in the eyes. “Cause it means you’re moving on and leaving the Avengers in the past. And what about me? What if you decide to leave me in the past too?” You asked, softly.

His metal fingertips grazed your hip. His touch was soft and unsure, like he was waiting for you to pull away. When you stayed still, he used his other hand to pull your chin up, so you were looking at him.

“I actually asked the team if you could join because it wasn’t the same without you. I promise, I am not leaving you in the past.” He whispered.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You leaned into his touch, and it was like he never left. His arm snaked around your waist, while your fingers found their natural place weaving through his hair.

The kiss was soft but also hungry. Bucky had missed having you in his arms, and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon. A warmth started in your chest and spread throughout your body.

Bucky's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer to him until there wasn’t any space between the two of you.

His lips explored yours, taking the time to refamiliarize himself with everything about you: the taste of your strawberry lip gloss, the way you smiled as he kissed you, and the way that your fingers tugged on his hair.

Bucky nipped at your bottom lip, smirking cockily when you lightly gasped. “I’ve missed you, sweets.” He mumbled against your lips.

You both jumped when you heard someone clear their throat down the hall.

“I see you’ve got a friend, Barnes.” The man scoffed, smirking at Bucky.

“Walker, this is my old friend—” Bucky started to introduce you to the man.

“I know exactly who that is and all about your friendship.” Walker responded, smirking and using air quotes around the word “friendship.”

“Now, who do we have here?” Another voice came from behind you. You and Bucky spun around, his arm wrapping around your waist until your back was pressed up against his chest.

A blonde woman with light blue eyeliner under her eyes stared back at you. She smirked at you and Bucky. “Well, we’d love to stay and chat, except we wouldn’t. So, we’ll see you guys later.” Bucky said, steering you towards the stairs.

“You’ll have to introduce me at some point.” You whispered in Bucky's ear.

“That’s a later problem, darling. We have some catching up to do.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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[afterglowsainz]

eternal sunshine | charles leclerc

summary: you and charles decide to fake date to get back at your exes

fc: ariana grande

a/n: a bit late (mostly because i didn’t had any time nor inspiration) but finally here it is, a fic about THE 2024 monaco grand prix winner

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f1.wags charles leclerc posted a statement earlier today confirming the end of his relationship with his girlfriend

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ynupdates it’s confirmed that y/n y/l/n and her boyfriend have broken up after fours years of dating

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deuxmoi actor jacob elordi and actress charlotte berzatto have been spotted recently on different occasions going out on dates

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charles_leclerc happy times 😁

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ynupdates y/n has been seen recently on multiple dates with formula 1 driver charles leclerc

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yourusername my new single ‘don’t wanna break up again’ is out now for all of you💘 i also sing it for the first time ever on snl tonight if you’re interested in that🫶🏽

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charles_leclerc on repeat 24/7 ❤️‍🩹

yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

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charles_leclerc ❤️

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f1.wags if there was doubt before there definitely isn’t anymore! charles leclerc and singer y/n y/l/n were spotted kissing at the after party of this weekend’s grand prix and leaving together

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yourusername eternal sunshine (the song) is out right now with the very special appearance of charles_leclerc in the music video (❤️) and eternal sunshine (the album) is out next friday! 💕

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[chuluoyi]

✎ attraction

- gojo satoru x reader

to think it started with your crush on his best friend...

genre: high school!gojo being a menace, jealous!gojo but he doesn’t realize it? enemies to lovers, fluff, gojo begins pining on you

note: thank you anon who asks for gojo falling in love with a first year! i added some spice though haha

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Back in 2006—

There was this tiny weeny part of Gojo that was like... questioning, how did his best friend Geto Suguru catch your eye, whereas he didn’t? Like, at all?

"I want Geto."

"Hah?" Gojo arched a righteous brow, swiftly turning your way—feeling the stings of irritation gnawing at him. "What?"

You shot him a look. “I said, you suck and I’m lamenting that I’m paired with you instead of Geto for this mission.”

Once upon a time, you did hate him for obvious reasons as other people do. He was obnoxious, boastful and overall grating on your nerves.

Well, actually, “hate” would be too strong of a word, so probably “dislike greatly” it is.

“Ehh, Suguru? With you?” Gojo glanced at you, purposefully scrunching his face into a mocking sneer. “No way. Absolutely not. Incompatible. I won’t give him my blessings.”

“Who are you to grant blessings?” you hissed with a bulging vein of frustration. “And no, it's not what you think! I—” you wanted to kick yourself for stumbling over your words, “—I just respect him in a way an underclassman would!”

Gojo let out a strained laugh.

To him, you were this cute little junior who looked funny when mad. Riling you up was on his daily to-do list, and poking fun at your obvious crush on his best friend was supposed to double the fun, until it made him wonder despite himself... just what exactly did Suguru have that he apparently lacked, leading you to always follow him with your eyes, whereas you spared him with nothing but glares and sharp retorts?

You didn’t exactly hide your feelings. Whenever Geto was nearby or greeted you in the mornings, you'd blush like a tomato. It was silly, because Gojo was sure his best friend’s type wasn’t a girl as skittish as you—surely, it must be someone as vivacious as Inoue Waka.

He knew you were doomed to fail.

"I suggest you go pick up some slack," he teased. "Better if you don't become a dead weight while assisting him in missions, no?"

He knows. Really.

"...do you know that there are only three things I can't stand here?"

"And those are?"

But...

"Your stupid glasses, your Limitless—and you."

He was still irked, regardless.

"Well, poor you, then," he shrugged, shit-eating grin on his face. This time he pushed his luck. "Do you know that you're nowhere nearing Suguru's type?"

Scratch that. You hate him. You turned to him with a reddened face, and it wasn't because you were blushing.

"I'm going by myself!" you declared, seething. "I couldn't care less about what you're about to do—I'm finishing this and going home!"

With that, you you marched towards the haunted house, paying no heed to his taunts behind you.

You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over. Gojo always messed with you and normally you would chalk it up as one of his shits—but this time, you didn't appreciate how he touched on that sore spot of your not-so-hidden infatuation with Geto. So what if you weren't his ideal type? He didn't have to be mean!

But soon you regretted leaving his side, as a monstrous cursed spirit quickly chased you out.

Gojo was still outside, bidding his time. He merely huffed when he heard you screaming in fear.

He was ready with a jab. "Well, well... Look who's running back into my arms—"

But his smirk quickly fell when he saw the cursed entity was apparently way beyond your level. You ran out—no, by some idiotic impulse of survival, you actually leapt out of the two-story window and almost fell flat on your face and broke your bones, but before then, he sprung to action, catching you, wrapping one arm on your waist.

You were grateful you that you weren't doomed—until you felt yourself dangling mid air in his hold... like a cat.

"Gojo!" you wailed. "I'm going to fa—!"

Oh, but Gojo was convinced that this was his moment to shine. He directed a smirk your way as the bright blue mass in his hand totally caught your attention. With one swift flick of his hand, he muttered the mantra for Blue, and exorcised the cursed spirit in one go.

He marveled at his own show of power—and hoping that somehow, you would too. Then, he placed his hand under your knees, repositioning you in a princess-carry, and the way your gentle curves nestled snugly in his arms sparked some intriguing thoughts in him.

Your wide, crystal-clear eyes gazed at him with such wonder. Red tinted your cheeks. The corners of his mouth curved into a winning smile.

It was at that exact moment when he realized it: he wants you. This funny girl who often made his day, he wanted you to look at his way too.

...but goddamnit, you like Suguru.

"Well, not that scary now with me around, isn’t it?" he boldly announced, and your amazed expression immediately turned into a cute frown.

"Thanks," you blurted, still with rosy cheeks and looked frazzled, but then you realized the state you were in his arms. "But—put me down!"

"Ehhh, I will if your feet can reach the ground!"

Who cares if you like Suguru? As he burst into snickers and you screamed at his face, Gojo Satoru decided then and there—in that spring of 2006—that he would make it his mission to win you over. To make you his.

And years later, not only he achieved that but also so much more—a ring on your finger serving as the testament to his success.

Epilogue

"Yaga-sensei," Geto sighed wearily. "Can I be paired with Shoko, please?"

"Geto-san, wait, please—" you frantically tried to explain, glaring at Gojo in the process. "I'll do my best so—"

"You're such a bother, even Suguru doesn't want to go on missions with you," the white-haired clown remarked with an evil grin. "Right, Suguru?"

"No, Satoru—"

"Well, but if it's me, I'll gladly mentor and teach you though~"

"I don't want you! You're so insufferably annoying!"

"Yaga-sensei, can I please get paired with someone else—"

[sturniluvr]

All of me, loves all of you

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: possible spelling mistakes, some language, hate comments, nothing else lmk if I missed anything

summary: you’ve always been told in your life by multiple people that you’re always either too loud or too quiet and it’s one of your biggest insecurities but happens to be your boyfriend’s favourite thing about you.

A/N: sorta inspired by @obsidianbaby fic with a little twist and hers is a Chris version. Here it is if you want to check it out. Listen to John Legend ‘all of me’ while reading if you want <3

❗️semi proof read❗️

You were on sat on the couch as the triplets rushed around the house getting the equipment they needed to film the car video, all they had left to find was a battery because Nick once again forgot to charge the battery so they had to find a charged one to replace the dead battery before filming whilst also waiting for their food to arrive.  

“Y/N are you joining us for the video? Or can I be Matt’s passenger princess?” Chris joked as he made his way past her towards the kitchen to check their junk drawer for the spare battery.  

“Fuck where is it?” He muttered to himself as he rummaged through the drawer, unsuccessful in finding what he was looking for. The younger woman didn’t acknowledge her best friend at first, her head being buried in her phone, more specifically, looking at the comments on last Friday’s car video where she was having one of her more quiet days and the comments surely picked up on the sudden mood change compared to her yapping in the Wednesday video prior to the Friday car video. 

‘She needs to make up her mind, either be loud or be quiet Jesus Christ’ 

‘How do they put up with her? She’s so annoying’ 

‘Y/N needs to be more entertaining omg😭’ 

‘One day she’s quiet the next she won’t stfu, must be so annoying to the triplets, how do they like her??? Especially Matt??? Poor guy’ 

‘She’s such a weirdo, either being way too loud or way too quiet💀’ 

‘Y/N?? You with me kid?” Chris waved his hand in front of her face to grab her attention. 

“Hmm? Sorry Chris what did you say?” She replied to the older boy. As he was about to reply, the doorbell rang signaling the food had arrived, Matt came from his bedroom and made his way down the stairs to open the door and get the food, thanking the delivery driver as he closed the door. He came back up the stairs and placed the bag of McDonald’s on the kitchen table, sorting out who’s is who’s. 

“I was asking if you were coming to film with us?” she shook her head in response. 

“No, I’ll sit this one out, I think. Maybe just watch a film or have a shower and an early night.” 

Matt’s head turned in the direction of his girlfriend and brother as soon as he heard the words leave Y/N’s mouth, immediately sensing something was wrong. 

“You okay baby? You feeling good?” He asked, concern written all over his features, Matt made his way over to the Y/H/C girl with her usual McDonalds order of 9 chicken nuggets, medium fries and a peach iced tea. He placed her food on the table in front of her and quickly raised the back of his hand to her forehead, her temperature seemed fine to him. 

“Yeah, I’m okay Matt, I promise, I’m just tired you know I’ve had a busy day.” She explained, looking up at her boyfriend with a not very convincing smile on her face, not convincing to Matt anyway, he could read her like a book. 

Nick had found the battery, and the camera was now ready to set up in the car. 

“You coming you two?” He calls out to the couple while grabbing his food off the kitchen table. Chris doing the same and stood with the oldest triplet waiting for an answer. 

“Give us a minute Nick, you and Chris head to the car.” Matt replied, throwing his car keys in the direction of Chris which he smoothly caught. The brothers made their way downstairs to the garage to unlock the car. In the living room, Matt was now sat next to Y/N on the couch. He noticed a stray tear make it’s way down her cheek.

“Baby please just tell me what’s bothering you. It can’t be silly if it’s making you cry.” he stated as he wiped the stray tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. He looked over to her unlocked phone that had since been discarded on the table, he removed his hands from her face and picked her phone up, raising his eyebrows as if asking permission to look through the phone. She nodded in silent understanding. He looked at the illuminated screen and a frown immediately made its way onto his face, followed by a glare at some of the comments that his so called fans had left about the love of his life. 

“They hate me.” Y/N said dejectedly, biting her nails anxiously as Matt continued to read the comments. Matt sighed before he replied. 

“Oh baby. A few comments mean nothing okay my love, what matters is what you think and what I think, and I think you’re amazing just the way you are.” 

“But Matt it’s not just a few comments! It’s every other comment, either saying you must be annoyed by me, or I don’t deserve you or that I’m a weirdo all because I’m always either too loud or too quiet! I’ve always been made fun of because of it!” She replied frustrated, tears beginning to well up in her eyes yet again.  

Suddenly Matt placed her phone face down on the couch and grabbed her hand before leading her to his bathroom. He switched the light on and placed her in front of the mirror and rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“See this woman in the mirror? She is the most perfect woman I have ever met, every little detail of her, from her freckles to her personality makes her even more perfect to me and I fall more in love with her every day.” He placed a trail of kisses leading from her shoulder up to her cheek before he loosened his hold on her waist to turn her so she was facing him before continuing.  

“Darling, you can’t let the things people who hide behind their screens tell you define you okay? It would break my heart to see their nasty words dim my princess’ light, okay? You are perfect to me, and that’s all that matters, okay? Not some bullshit random people on the internet say, they’re just jealous 12 year olds.” He joked, lightening the mood, causing a small smile to creep up on her face, he smiled at the sight.  

“There’s my favorite smile!” He exclaimed.  

He cupped her cheeks before speaking again.  

“Love, you have to remember if you ever feel like this again, is all of me loves all of you, okay? Always has and always will, you’re my favorite person and you being both loud and quiet balances me out perfectly, if I need a quiet and safe place you give that to me, or if I need to let off energy and be crazy, you go on all kinds of crazy adventures with me. I couldn’t be more thankful for you. I love you so much my angel.” 

“I love you too my love” she replied, happy tears now in her eyes as opposed to the sad and frustrated tears in her eyes not even 20 minutes ago. 

“What do you say, we go film the video with Nick and Chris, I want the better passenger princess next to me and not the one who burps 24/7 and looks like me” he joked, she let out a laugh at her boyfriend. 

“Sure, let’s go film. I wanna grab my food first though.” He nodded and the couple made their way into the living room to grab Y/N’s food before making their way down to the garage where they heard Nick and Chris arguing over something ridiculous, they both laughed at the pair. The two in the car noticed the couple stood in the doorway making their way to the car. Y/N got in the car while Matt remained outside, focusing the camera. Y/N threw a thumbs up to Matt as the camera was set up right. Chris gave Y/N a quick hug from the back seat before he spoke. 

“You good now kid?” He asked, she nodded and smiled back at him as Matt got in the car and pressed record. The four filming the video full of laughs and debates. Matt added in a little rant to the viewers on being nicer to Y/N and from that point forward, the hate comments had died down to the odd few from jealous fan girls. 

[nezumi-wonderland]

Choosing Someone Else

Scenario: They fail to confess in time and you end up with someone else

Characters: Ace Trappola, Kalim Al-Asim, Azul Ashengrotto

Tw: angst, reader is yuu

Ace

When Ace first realized his feelings for you ran deeper then just friendship he panicked

He did everything possible to convince himself that it wasn't that at all, you were his best friend afterall

It took a while for him to come to terms with and even once he had, he was in no hurry to confess

You had been together from the start and he'd never admit it but he couldn't picture his life without you

You two were friends and there would be plenty of time to confess in the future

He was content to just be by your side for now

How was he supposed to know that Jack wouldn't hesitate to confess to you first?

The day had started off pleasantly warm, not that Ace could enjoy it cooped up in Heartsybul, a mountain of work assigned to him by Riddle, Deuce sitting across from him just as lost.

"You're too giddy, henchman, it's weird!" Ace heard Grim before he saw the two of you enter, a huge, dopey (very cute) grin plastered on your face.

"What's got you so happy?" Ace demanded, hiding his ever warming cheeks with an air of annoyance.

"Did something good happen?" Deuce smiled.

"I got confessed to!" You giggled. The floor seemed to drop out from under Ace.

"What?" He blanched, "Who? What did you say?"

"Jack, it was really romantic actually." You blushed. The sound of your voice faded away as Ace focused all of his energy on not crying, or screaming, or begging you not to date Jack, please please please, you shouldn't be dating anyone that wasn’t him!

He tried to be happy for you two, he really did

But as cheesy as it sounds he quite literally felt his heart break at the news

Watching you be romantic with Jack of all people made him sick to his stomach

He'd do his best to cover it up with jokes and sarcasm

"Get a room would you?" He'd roll his eyes at a particularly sappy display of affection

Jack held your hand in such a soft, intimate way, it made Ace seethe. He could do that too you know? Hold your hand in his, cradle your head in his lap for you to rest on, walk with his arm around your waist, feed you from his plate, kiss your cheeks everytime you passed in the halls. He could do all that and more a hundred times better then Jack. But you never looked at him the way you looked at Jack, so much love and adoration in your eyes, no Ace was just your best friend. The word friend rotted on his tongue and sent a new wave of sadness through him. You wouldn't have picked him anyway, at least that's what he has to tell himself otherwise the thought of what if would suffocate him.

Kalim

After Jamil's overblot you and Kalim spent quite a bit of time together

He found himself always seeking you out

Everytime he walked in a room, he'd glance around, trying to spot you

He knew soon after that he liked you more then a friend and he was going to confess to you, he really was!

But there was an entire plan, it had to be romantic and grand, you deserved nothing less

That many flowers took an awful long time to ship though

The flowers were only a week away from arrival when Kalim snuck down into the kitchen for an evening snack, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard the voices on the other side of the door

He hadn't meant to eavesdrop on you and Jamil, but he hadn't wanted to interupt you either

"I've liked you for a while now," Jamil's shy whisper could barely be heard through the door. Kalim repressed the happy giggles that threatened to bubble up.

This was great! Jamil was confessing to the person he liked (when had Jamil started liking someone!?!) And he would start dating them and then Kalim would confess to you and you could all go on double dates!

"R-really?" Kalim froze when he heard your squeaked reply. Jamil wasn't confessing to just anyone. He was confessing to you.

"You don't have to reject me, I know you're too nice, I'll get over it," Kalim's mind was at war, one side hated the sound of his friend's voice so sad sounding, but the more selfish part of him wanted you to reject Jamil, say you didn't like him, say you liked Kalim.

But you didn't, you accepted Jamil's feelings and even confessed your own.

Kalim had cried the entire night, everytime his sobs subsided into sniffles a new wave of heart break would crash over him and start the cycle over again

The flowers came and Kalim had opted to throw a celebratory party for you and Jamil instead

Jamil was incredibly embarrassed and seemingly a bit exhausted but you seemed so happy, thanking Kalim for his blessing and promising to take care of Jamil

And the fond smile on Jamil's face was the last thing Kalim needed to see to know that he would never reveal his feelings

He wanted nothing more then for the two most important people in his life to be happy, even if it didn't involve him

Kalim was walking through the Scarabia gardens by himself, Jamil had left a little less then an hour ago for his date. A fate that Kalim would hear about later from you, he had gotten used to hearing you gush about Jamil, something he understood well enough, Jamil was awesome afterall! Sure his heart remained in shattered pieces, but your love struck smile was like a balm, a reassurance that Kalim was doing the right thing. And Jamil talked about you just as fondly, even if he was slightly more elusive about it and wasn't that the best outcome? The both of you happy without having him in the way.

Azul

Azul did not like you

That would be silly and dumb

And he was not silly or dumb thank you very much

Sure you were the only other person he let just lounge in his office, but offering you a little peace and quite would be beneficial to him in the long run (even if he hadn't quite figured out how yet)

And yes everytime you mentioned craving something in particularly it would suddenly appear on the Mostro Lounge menu, but Azul had just been happening to think about it too!

It was honestly amazed him that you hung around him so much anyway, what with how the two of you met and all

How could he possibly like you?

It wasn't until Floyd came skipping into work, a long, frankly ugly necklace swinging in the air from where it hung around his neck

"What are you wearing?" Azul questioned a blatant look of disgust on his face as Octavinelle students worked to get the lounge ready for opening around them.

"Oh this? Shrimpy gave it to me~" Floyd sing longed.

"I take it the confession went well then?" Jade chimed in.

"The what?" Azul demanded.

"Shrimpy said they love me too, now they're mine~"

Azul should not be on the verge of tears, he shouldn't care at all. So what if your taste was so bad that you would date Floyd when you could be dating him? You were missing out, he was far more successful then Floyd.

Despite his insistence that he didn't like you, you weren’t even really friends, as soon as the office door shut behind him and he was alone the tears were impossible to stop

Afterwards he fills his mind with work, stuffing it so full that there was no room for anything else

But the change in his life was undeniable

You no longer came to his office, perfering to be served by Floyd of all people

Where before you had been a near daily ocurance it was now impossible to talk to you without Floyd present

And you were sickeningly sweet together

Floyd always hanging off of you and you relaxing into his touch, how you feed the eel and gave into all of his demands happily

Azul did not care who you dated, you were just a magicless human with nothing to benefit him in the slightest, no money, no status, and no power. So why did it hurt so much everytime you were away? What about your presence in particular made everything feel so much brighter? If Azul didn't know any better he would say you were poisoning him some way. But Azul did know better, knew that you were too kind to ever do something like that. It had gotten to a point where he could no longer lie to himself. He liked you. He liked you more then he could ever voice out loud. But you were with Floyd, who despite everything was Azul's friend (even if he'd never admit it aloud). And why would you like Azul anyway? He was no where near good enough, not yet. He needed to work harder, be more successful, and even if that didn't make you like him back, maybe it would help him forget how much he liked you

[wisecura]

Jujutsu Kaisen

unfortunately, I pick favorites

🔪 - will have dark undertones (or full blown black flags).

🔞 - will have smutty content.

♡ - a request fic I got

warnings will be put for the stories that have less traditional dark undertones. most of my work will have themes that may be unsettling or uncomfortable so please do not interact with these stories. this can include dubcon, toxic relationships, manipulative behavior, potential poor decision making on the Y/N perspective. I write things I find interesting and if that offends you, then please don’t read.

Red in the title means its a WIP (typed up concept in my Docs just waiting to be finished/edited/published), and will hopefully be released soon.

Gojo x You (my golden boy makes me feral)

believe it or not, this man has his own masterlist

Gojo x You x Geto

╰┈➤Nanny 🔪⭑summary: Isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, you sell yourself to the Gojo Clan in an attempt to change your favorite characters fates. You change many things, and are able to see the boys grow peacefully. Yet now with them out of the clan house you find yourself in a predicament. Your arranged marriage. warnings: small age gap, abnorm dynamic

this is a series: a second?,

╰┈➤Sweeter ♡ 🔪 🔞⭑ summary: entering high school only to be met with the two hottest strongest sorcerers of your generation was not something you were prepared for. so, what happens when they take a strange liking to their cute, sheltered underclassman?

this has a smutty p.2

Geto x You (he never comes far behind)

╰┈➤pretty (older and discontinued, but if you reallllly wanna read it?)

╰┈➤Pretty 🔪⭑ summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister. And Suguru just cant get enough of you.

this is a series: did you want a 2?, a 3? and a 4?,

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╰┈➤Try the Priest 🔪⭑ summary: Your best friend, Suguru Geto, has a warrant on his head. You hadn't heard from him since then, and you thought your friendship was as good as dead. So why is he on your front porch?

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╰┈➤ My Leader 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: suguru geto was all for the betterment of the world--eradicating the non-sorcerers in society, and collecting people to stand in the new world with him. it's no different when he finds you--an untrained sorcerer, so eager and desperate for validation-- a hint at sanity when no one else could see the monsters around you. but what happens if he takes you in only to find himself changing his mind. warnings: pwp, voyeurism, gore, blood, murder, dark undertones, size kink smut, you aren't in your right mind either, fingering, marking, manipulation, belittling and teasing

Toge x You

Yuji x You

╰┈➤Shine 🔪⭑ summary: You're a famous pop idol that Yuji adores. what more is there to say?

Megumi x You

╰┈➤Sheets 🔪 ⭑ summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside his moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy. warnings: arranged marriage, forced marriage, violence, step-cest, mommy kinks, age gap

this is a series: another? , and another? , this 4?, a 5?, is that a 6?, did i spy a 7?, an 8th??, a 9, 10,

Toji x You

Choso x You

Yuta x You

╰┈➤Desperation 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: Yuta’s really gotta thing for you and you’ve got one for him. warning: abnorm dynamic, knife play, borderline somno, dom material

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╰┈➤Yuuuuutttaaaa 🔪 🔪 🔞 ⭑ summary: You and yuta have been best friends for years warnings: somno, dub/non- con, forced breeding, this one’s a little intense

Nanami x You

AN: This anime has been my obsession for the last few months

I post updates in this community so feel free to check it out: https://www.tumblr.com/communities/obsessedjjk

And home

[sweetascherry1]

I think we’re getting too deep Hayden Christensen Pt. I?

DESCRIPTION: The popular actor Hayden Christensen was seen with a popular super model! Paparazzi storm the two, and they both end up front page on "latest scandals". 'I think we're getting too deep, ain't no party on the weekend.'

PARING: Hayden Christensen x Super Model F!Reader

WARNINGS: Drinking, paparazzi being invading, smoking, situationship. Brief mentions of Y/N

WC: 3K something?

Hayden Christensen seen with super model on arm!

The young actor, recently starred in the movie shattered glass, was spotted leaving a mutual friend’s party last night with famous super model Y/N L/N

The two have never been seen together alone before last night, yet they seemed to be very close. Hayden has his arm wrapped around her waist, and she had no problems letting him.

Was it really all innocent, or is there more going on? Alls known is they cause quite the splash in the latest scandals. The hottest question now is, what really happened last night?

It was well known that you were a party person. Despite beliefs it wasn't for alcohol, sex, or anything like that. You loved to go out simply because you loved your closet.

You loved to do your makeup, pick out jewelry to wear, and your closet was your shrine to yourself. It was one of the many reasons you became a model, fashion. You loved to dress up, that was you.

So, it was expected of you to attend Ewan party, and you had no problems attending.

Hayden Christensen on the other hand could not be any more opposite. He loved staying home, dressing into ‘appropriate’ clothes was a chore, and he the comfort of home was too great.

Yet, Ewan was like a brother to him, and it had been a while since he had last saw him, and he would go.

He had a plan; stay for a few hours, catch up with Ewan, grab a drink, then ditch. Solid, and well thought out.

Never in a million years did he actually think he would be having fun.

“Ewan!” You couldn’t stop the smile on your face, as you ran to hug the man. “Best party yet!” Your voice was raised, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“It’s so good to see you!” He said your name, like he hadn’t seen you at the last event. The two of you became very close the last six months, and surprisingly not many people romanticized your friendship. Something you were both glad for. “I heard you may be working with a certain someone soon.” How a rumor leaked on your upcoming project with the playboy you’ll never know. However, even with the leak, it was still an anticipated release with your fans.

“If you get me started, I can’t promise I’ll shut up about it.” Your body hummed with energy. You were feeling good, it had been a hot minute since your last conversation with the man, the drink in your body made you feel loose, and the music had only heightened your mood.

“I’m really happy for you,” Ewan was the most genuine friend you probably had.

“And I’m happy for you, your career has really taken off.”

His eyes tracked to a person behind you, and you couldn’t help but follow them.

Tons of people were in the crowd, and not a single face stood out to you. Except the one person breaking through the crowd and heading straight for you and him.

“Hayden!” The two men hugged each other, before Ewan had introduced the two of you.

“Hayden, meet,” your name filtered off his tongue and to the young actor, your name was like a symphony.

You were beautiful, eye catching, to say the very least. The way your hair fell past your face, the color of your lips, how perfect your tits rested in your dress. You were jaw dropping.

“Nice to meet you, Hayden.” While your smile was a kick to the knees, your voice was a punch to his throat. His mind blanked, nothing but the sound of your voice in his head.

“Hayden?” His friend that he considered a brother asked, worry in his tone. It wasn’t surprising to Ewan that he’d get awkward in front of a pretty girl. The surprising part was him going dead silent.

“Sorry, hi I’m Hayden.” His stumbling words couldn’t help but make you laugh. “Which you already know that.” You almost missed his mumbling words.

“You played Anakin Skywalker, right?” Conversation, you were good at making that. Something he was not.

Pride washed through him. Yes, he did that, he played the Anakin Skywalker — he did a movie. "Yea, I did that.”

“I’ll leave you two to get to know one another, catch me before you two leave.” Each of you gave your byes to Ewan, and Hayden could feel his throat closing.

He was going to be alone with you, or as alone as you can get in a party.

“I really liked your movies.” You told the actor, and for a moment Hayden wanted to believe you meant it. That someone had actually liked what he helped made, but the truth was criticism was all he got from it.

“You don’t have to say that.” His voice was soft, and distance as he looked anywhere but your knowing eyes.

“I know. Saying things, you don’t have to means a lot more than one may think.” A ball got stuck inside his throat, and he couldn’t swallow it. He couldn’t swallow you. “I liked the movie; you shouldn’t let others affect your passion.” Your soft hand, with a few rings, rested on his shoulder. The intent meaning to be comforting only lit a fire inside him. And when you leaned up to kiss his cheek, you had completely set him ablaze.

“I hope to see you again; I had a nice time talking with you.” Just like that you were gone. The crowd consumed you, but even if you walked away from him — he could still remember everything about you.

The sound of your voice, the impulse in your eyes, the desire of your lips.

Hayden hated crowds, hated going to parties, but now he found it all not so bad. He recognized it to be all so exciting, he found you thrilling.

And began Hayden’s little ritual. He’d be invited out to a party, ask who was all going to be there and without fail the moment your name was mentioned he would be there.

It never how packed it was, the venue, the loudness of it all — somehow, he had always found you.

Music blared, a song you didn't even know capturing you. You danced, drink in hand, and a smile too joyful. It made the actor hesitate; you were having fun and the last thing he wanted was to interrupt it.

He hesitated for too long, and with an empty drink you deemed it time to finally get off the dance floor. But, for a moment you saw a glimpse of the man who you had met so briefly it left a lasting curiosity.

You stopped in your tracks and made the split decision to talk to Hayden, something he was forever grateful for.

It wasn't the only time and the next time you saw him he had shocked you by making his way to you. He approached you, and the shy actor you started to know washed away and a certain confidence overcame him with the familiarity of you.

Nerves always picked away at his skin, but he would never let that show - at least not in front of you.

It had started to become expected of the actor to make his way up to you. In fact, Ewan had bets with other mutual friends on how long it’d take for one of you to finally make your way to the other.

You’d be sitting at the bar, and the bar tender would offer you a kind smile while sliding a drink you didn’t order in front of yourself.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t order this.” It was common for a person to buy you a drink. However, it was uncommon for you to accept it.

“This from that man over there.” The guy said, pointing to a Hayden Christensen who sat staring at his drink. Not daring to look at you.

You gave the bartender a kind smile, taking the drink before making your way to the man that had been kind enough to buy it.

When Hayden saw you heading his way, for a moment his mind blanked, panicked. Why were you coming up to him? Did you want to talk to him? Did you actually remember him? Even through his panic however he remained seated. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t run away from you.

“Hello again.” His voice didn’t come out as shaky as he felt. In fact, you found his voice unwavering. As if he held a silent strength that made you want to listen forever.

“So, kind of you to remember me, Mr. Skywalker.” You place the drink beside his, a lip stain from your lip stick smudging the glass. “Not the best drink — I have to say.” It was as if you were challenging him. Checking him.

“Not up to your standards?” His question should have been innocent, but with the way he looked you up and down, a slight hesitancy when his gaze crossed your chest. “I’m sure it can’t be all that bad.”

He was teasing you, as if inside you weren’t making him squirm with a simple look.

Hayden wasn’t a fool when it came to girls, he didn’t have many girlfriends, but he had his fair share of experience in impressing them. So why did he keep feeling like he was twelve again looking at playboy magazines?

“Maybe my standards are higher than you think.” Your words had a cutting edge that sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel his pants tightening.

He reached for the glass you put onto the bar and angled it perfectly so his mouth would cover the stain you made.

All breath from your lungs left your body, not for a moment he stopped eye contact, his throat moved with the liquid going down and all you wanted to do was bite it.

This was a hard cry from the shy guy you had known from other encounters.

Placing the glass cup back down, he couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips. Your lipstick very faint on them. Everything in him tightened, his pants, his heart, everything.

“It not too bad,” he pushed himself off the stool, and made the very hasty decision to grab onto your waist. Pulling you up onto the chair he once sat, his arm caging you in.

His arms that show under his rolled-up sleeves. His arms that had veins slightly bulging, his arms that flexed a little when he noticed your dark eyes on them. Oh, you were so screwed.

“It’s very sweet, delicious.” He said words like he was already done undressing you, and you were all but waiting to be claimed, marked, fucked.

A humming fire lit inside you, deep, and it seared through you leaving nothing but agony in its wait.

“Hayden.” A low groan released from the man, his head resting onto your chest. You didn’t notice his hands tightening on the chair, stopping them from touching you. You didn’t notice his rough breathing, only the rasp in his voice as if it physically pained him to be so closed to you, but so endlessly far.

You pulled his head from your chest, and he wanted to let a whine escape him. He loved how you felt, how you smelled.

“You’re a bad idea.” You couldn’t persuade the desire to stare at his lips away. “I can’t risk bad ideas.” You were at a point in your career where one mess up and you won’t recover. “I can’t make a mistake.”

“Am I a bad idea, or a mistake.” The question baffled you.

“What’s the difference?” A mistake and a bad idea were both a slip-up.

He pushed your legs slightly apart, making himself comfortable between them. His fingers brushing your open thigh.

“A bad idea is a misstep before it’s acted on.” He was close, so close you could feel the heat of his lips hover over yours. Before it moved past them and up to your ear. “A mistake is after it’s been acted on.” His breathing was faint against the shell of your ear. “So, what am I?”

You didn’t let him move a moment further away before capturing his lips in yours. “A mistake.” You grinned against his mouth, and God he was screwed.

It had become a sacred dance between the two of you. A party on the weekend and you'd no longer needed a driver to bring you home. Hayden would personally escort you to your door. (Always falling into your bed.)

Every party, and he was there. Every event and he'd always find you waiting for him.

It was casual. Yet even in casualty you found security in his arms. His touch was gentle, tender - while his eyes were filled with longing.

Somewhere along the way you spent longer mornings together, left the parties earlier, talked longer into the night.

It was all new to you. Caring so much about a person. You never cared about another person thoughts so much. You never listen to someone words so intently, afraid of missing a word.

You had pride yourself, never letting a single person be the cause of a rethink. You knew what you needed, what was best for you, however the burn of wanting coiled inside you.

You had idea you were in so deep with him, and neither did he.

He never knew how much you valued his opinions, and you never knew the confessions he would whisper to you in your sleep.

You'd often text, talking about each other's day, your next available day and when you got the text he wasn't going to the next party - you couldn't describe what willed you to stay in also. Or what made you ask him to come over.

He did, no questions asked. The moment you open your door to see him his smile was contagious. And then you knew why.

It was because he was the person to bring joy, the person that was the quiet that you needed. You spent your life as being the 'life of the party'. Never missing a crowd, and you never knew how much you needed a moment of silence until Hayden sat the silence with you.

Was that the moment when things shifted between the two of you? Or was it when he brought dinner to your apartment after a hard day? Or maybe it was when you spent days doing nothing but being with each other?

You couldn't say the moment, but you knew and so did Hayden. Nothing about the two of you were casual. You both were too much to be any less.

It was late at night, the white silk satin covers laying over the two of you. The alarm on your bed side table clicking to 2:37 AM.

"Hayden?" Your voice was soft, a voice he engraved into his heart. "Hm?" Your hands were entwined, your fingers playfully pulling his, and his other hand tracing your shoulder as he held you in his arms.

"This is nice." Your voice remained a whisper, and he knew exactly what you meant. Nothing but the two of you, holding each other, in the comforts of one another.

Everything about this moment Hayden found so much more than nice. The smell of your shampoo, your hair carrying the scent of something delicate and captivating. The fragrance lingered all around them surrounding him until he found it impossible not to get lost in you, drawn to your entire essence.

"It is." He simply agreed, too distracted by everything you. Had he always noticed so many details? In the midst of it all, you had become the silence he craved, the kind that never needed to be filled. He wanted to say something, tell you about every thought in his mind and how they all came back to you. Yet, fear overcame courage, and yearning would be the compromise of his hesitancy.

"The world goes by so fast." The sound of your voice was tired, sleepy, but you had never felt more awake. "Sometimes I feel like it'll pass me by."

The tilt of your head gave him the perfect view of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the plump of your lips - like a sin that made time forget itself.

"Then I'll slow down my own world for a chance to be a part of yours." The words flowed naturally from his lips, and the tightness of your chest squeezed your heart in ways you didn't understand.

"You're too kind to me."

"I'm serious." The touch of his hand left yours as he rested his palm to the side of your face. "I'm not good at this but I'd still myself before ever passing you by."

He didn't rush you, he never did, and when his eyes fell back onto your lips and waited for you to answer his silent question. Everything blurred, when he started lean down. The aching need to kiss you became a burning of pure demand.

He never was harsh with you, somehow, he knew exactly what you wanted, what pace you needed, and how to make you plea for everything else.

The parties slowly started to lose its appeal to you. However, even if you've skipped out on a few of them this one you promise your attendee would be there.

A familiar beat of tune over washed you when you saw the man who had occupied your thoughts siting at the bar. Waiting.

"Hello there, Mr. Skywalker." Sliding onto the barstool beside him, Hayden couldn't control the smile that came with seeing you. "Hello, superstar."

Drinks flowed between the two of you followed by drunken giggles. The hour was becoming later and later, and he didn't stop you when you jumped off the stool, grabbing his hands and leading him.

Your feet dragged to the dance floor, a familiar song playing throughout the entire venue. You guided his hands onto your body, the weight and feel of them like a story you’ve read a thousand times yet could never find the ending.

It was intimate, and unnerving — wordless longing. Your two bodies moved closed to one another his hands lingering on your hip while his other rested in the crooked of your neck. Your own hands placing on his waist eyes closed as you breathed him in. Each step unhurried, each sway deliberate, and every glance full of trust, and a burning desire.

“I think I might need some air.” You didn’t, but you knew he did. Because even inside your own bubble the world always had a way of pressing on it. A person dancing to close, someone’s voice yelling over the music. But Hayden didn’t say anything because he would rather chop his hand off than move from you. Leave you. He didn’t even let the thought cross his mind, you just knew him too well.

“Let’s go,” his hand fell from your face and interlinked your fingers together, like it was natural for him, and it was. Just like it was natural to wrap your other hand around his arm.

Hayden inhaled the smoke into his lungs, giving him a relief he desperately craved. The moon was high, a sign of the late hour, and you didn’t notice the goosebumps spreading on your skin from the cold until the warmth of his jacket fell onto your shoulders.

He didn’t stop you from taking the cigarette from his mouth. Instead, he watched as your lips wrapped around the death stick - the end flickering with a lighted flame.

Your lipstick smudged the cigarette, a stain leaving in its trail. Hayden could feel his heart stop as you placed the newly marked stick back onto his lips.

He didn’t get the chance to toss the thing away, to pull your lips onto his mouth and kiss you desperately, to have your lipstick stain not just that but his mouth too.

Paparazzi surrounded the two of you coming from absolutely nowhere.

“Hayden! What are you doing with Y/N L/N?”

“Y/N is it true that you’re soon to be working in acting?”

“What are the two of you doing together?”

What are the two of you doing together? Could it be called casual when you were everything but? Was it friends with benefits when the two of you desperately wanted to be more? Was it fun when it felt so serious?

Questions kept being asked, and Hayden reached his hand out grabbing onto your waist, leading you away from them or attempting too.

Shots after shots were being taken off the two of you. You wearing his jacket, him dangling a cigarette in his mouth that had a clear and visible lipstick stain that matched perfectly to yours.

You knew that articles would be published of the two of you. However making your way home, neither of you cared as you fell into the bed, tangling in one another.

The sanctuary of privacy was shattered, but as Hayden kissed every inch of your skin you couldn’t find regret.

ITS OVER! This took so long simply because I had such writers block oh my goodness 😭.

I was thinking about making a part two and even a little mini-series but we’ll see.

Legit me getting my ass HANDED to me by writers block… I don’t wanna talk about it.

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✿ ─── OFFICE ROMANCE : 박성훈

SYNOPSIS : where sunghoon joined a company and started to fall for his junior

PAIRING : 𝓅ark sung𝒽oon x gn reader ; GENRE : headcanons, fluff, office romance, coworkers to lovers ; WC : 1.2k approx!

───── 【 𝒾mas’ note 】 ❍ :: this was requested, anon tysm i enjoyed writing this one alot so i kinda went with flow and now it's over 1k word count. Hope you like it ^3^

WARNINGS : english is not my first language! slight office hours romance, sunghoon is a loverboy, that's all I think

DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

COWORKER SUNGHOON! who recently joined the company and impressed the CEO with his spectacular resume.

Coworker Sunghoon! who became marketing manager because of his enlightenment regarding the profit benefits.

Coworker Sunghoon! who was introduced to you as the project manager of the department and who will join him with others for the project. (click to read more)

Coworker Sunghoon! who was impressed and quickly acknowledged your ideas, making him gain interest in you.

Coworker Sunghoon! who would initiate conversations with you, leading you to share your thoughts and ideas about different topics and interests.

Coworker Sunghoon! who would get teased by his best friend and also his colleagues for smiling like a fool while watching you simply talk to clients in a pontificating manner.

Coworker Sunghoon! who was utterly awestruck by your witty responses with professionalism to vile clients and other colleagues who downplayed others, who swoons over your confident nature.

Coworker Sunghoon! who admires your fashion sense for your attire especially when it correlates to his interest so he seizes the opportunity to ask your help to shop for his sisters and mother's presents.

Coworker Sunghoon! who also convinces you to buy some clothes for yourself because, his words — “you look good in it so it's calling out your name.”

Coworker Sunghoon! who is just a shy and introverted person who gets misinterpreted by higher ups in the offices as an aloof and cold person.

Coworker Sunghoon! who heard the rumours among his colleagues which makes him upset and questions about his demeanor.

Coworker Sunghoon! who finds you in his cabin during lunch hours to ask him to go out with you for lunch and he agrees while he immediately gets flustered and shy.

Coworker Sunghoon! who finds solace and comfort in your words as you assure him that people love him how he is and he shouldn't feel down about his nature because of others.

Coworker Sunghoon! who asked you to eat lunch with him everyday cause he felt comfortable in your presence insisting to join his little group of friends and soon you are getting closer to Jay's partner.

Coworker Sunghoon! who requests Jay's partner to play cupid after the realisation dawns upon him that his interest lies more than similarities between you.

Coworker Sunghoon! who isn't afraid to show his feelings in a subtle manner but is too shy to speak them aloud so he rather chose acts of service.

Coworker Sunghoon! who invites you to his group's traditional movie night to escape and relax after a whole week of working.

Coworker Sunghoon! who feels more closure among the two of you because of the coziness of outside work.

Coworker Sunghoon! who joins you in the backyard after everyone is asleep while you both share laughs.

Coworker Sunghoon! who found himself trapped in the blanket of comfort leading him confessing his feelings in the starry night of the backyard.

Coworker Sunghoon! whose heart leaps out of his chest when you answered you felt the same. He couldn't believe what he heard but immediately gins wide as he hugs you out of his excitement.

Coworker Sunghoon! who immediately pulls you into a kiss after you give him permission, letting out a content sigh and his smile never leaving.

Coworker Sunghoon! who failed to notice his friends recording the whole thing which will be taped and shown on his wedding day.

Coworker Sunghoon! who is no more just a coworker but also your boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON! who tried to keep your relationship subtle in the office but failed miserably because of his loving and longing gaze on you.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gets teased for his relationship every now and then which turns him all crimson red.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who stays profesional during office hours but is very clingy after hours — always giving random back hugs, neck and shoulder pecks, oh his favourite kissing your lips because he can't get enough.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who will tease you during office hours when no one is looking or is present in his cabin by tickling your neck softly or grabbing your hips and leaving flirty remarks.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gets caught off guard when his teasing backfires as soon grab his tie and pull him closer while pinching his sides.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who feels proud of you when you get promoted and treats you a lovely dine out.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who makeouts with you in the back seat of his car as you both leave the restaurant after dinner date.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who pulls you onto his lap holding you close to him while his breath cuts short after the makeout session.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who holds everyone accountable in the team including you when he witnesses a missing detail which makes you upset, not because he is your boyfriend but because he is also your senior and you're afraid to disappoint everyone.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who knows you like to be a perfectionist so he feels bad for you knowing you will be anxious and overwhelmed the whole day.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who leaves the office an hour early only to come back with a bouquet of your favourite flowers to pick you up.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who takes you to his home where he has ordered/prepared your fav greasy fast food knowing it will cheer you up.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gives you a massage and soft kisses while cuddling you close to him as you both watch your favourite drama/series.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who profusely apologises for scolding you but you confront him knowing he was just being fair and professional.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who still wants to apologise publicly so you don't face any baseless rumours and jabs about your relationship so he writes a big apology note and sticks to his cabin door knowing it will be clear to everyone.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who made every colleague of yours admire your relationship and coo at you for having a man of dreams by his big note pasted on the door.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! who gets scolded by the CEO for sticking the note and he apologises for it but both of them know he doesn't mean the apology, he will do anything for you and your protection.

Boyfriend Sunghoon! whose apology said “I needed to stay professional and fair so I scolded the love of my life along with everyone, but this is my apology to her confessing I would love her even after all her mistakes and accept every flaw of hers with open arms because it's my responsibility to provide her comfort and love. Writing this not as her senior but as Park Sunghoon who loves her dearly with my heart on my palm for her to take and either keep it or play with it.”

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Wanting You || conrad fisher x fem!reader

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summary: you get a call and it happens to be your drunk boyfriend just wanting your love and attention

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

warnings: stressed conrad and mostly just fluff

wc: 800 (i think)

put some drunk conrad in to help with the storyline!! not majority edited just wanted to get this out

It was supposed to be a boy's night. To drink and talk about sports or just hang out in general. But here conrad was, looking at your pictures on his phone showing the guys around him. Even if they were at a party where there were over 100 people, you were still the first thing on his mind.

“she’s just so pretty guys,” he told steven and jeremiah who were sipping on beers

“oh we know, for how much you talk about her.” jere muttered over his drink

“man, as much as i love how you’re in love with my sister, but please spare all details.” steven rolled his eyes

“she’s just so sweet, she’s helped me with so much. like that one time she snuck me into your house because i missed her and my roommate was having sex,” he admitted

“oh god! you snuck into our house. if laurel ever hears this you’re dead meat.” steven leaned forward

“relax steve, i’ll have you know your mom likes me too much.” conrad took a sip of his beer when he should have stopped drinking for a while now “i miss her.”

“he’s so whipped.” jere laughed watching his brother be lovesick for you

“do you think she will answer if i call her?” his eyes lit up

“she’s probably sleeping.” steven looked over his shoulder to the crowd of people spotting taylor dancing with some of the volleyball girls

“just make your move already.” jeremiah pointed out

“you know belly would absolutely murder me if i touched her best friend.” steven sighed and looked away

“hey! look at me man.” conrad put a hand on his shoulder “you haven’t murdered me yet.” he smiled

“that’s because i’m building up to it.” conrad shook his head

“i’m gonna call her, i miss her.”

“dude-“ it was too late he already clicked your contact.

Meanwhile, you were on your bed watching netflix and having a self-care night. With conrad with the guys, you felt like he needed to get out of the apartment they all shared because all they did was play video games and sleep. Your phone rang on the comforter causing you to jump not expecting any calls. You turned the phone seeing conrad’s name on the screen.

“hey.” you paused your show leaning back on the pillows

“hi baby.” he slurred. this wasn’t the first time occurrence he’s called you drunk, you soon found out he was clingy and wanted your attention when drunk

“hey you, how’s the boy's night?” he sighed on the other side of the phone

“it’s good, it’s good. i wanted to call and say i miss you, like a lot.”

“you just saw me yesterday dummy.” you laughed into the phone

“i just really love you.” your heart fluttered as he said the words, you don’t usually say it because it meant a lot to the both of you with what happened to your parents

“can you do me a favor baby?” he hummed on the other side “can i talk to my brother really quick?”

“yeah! here, steven she wants to talk to you.” you heard him hand the phone over

“hey sis.”

“hey can i come get him? i think he’s had enough and i know he’s gonna want me to come get him soon enough.”

“oh yeah please,”

“thank you for taking him out tonight, i know he’s stressed with everything with adam and everything.”

“no yeah i understand, see you soon.” the phone was pulled away from him and back in the hands of your boyfriend

“hey lover.” he chuckled “i’m gonna a come get you okay?”

“yeah, thats sounds good.” you knew after a while he would start overthinking and then the stress would come back

“just stay with the guys and no more drinking, okay?”

“okay, see you soon baby.” you both hung up and you got out of bed

The drive over to the house was over 20 minutes. But you didn’t mind you wanted to see conrad. There has been a lot of stuff going on recently with his dad. you knew their relationship wasn’t the greatest and it really got to him sometimes.

You parked the car in search of your boyfriend. Steven texted you saying they were in the backyard in some chairs, and you saw the back of your boyfriend's head as he talked to the boys in front of him. You wrapped your arms over his shoulder and leaned your head down on his shoulder.

“i have a girlfriend!” his head snapped and he relaxed seeing it was you “oh. sorry.”

“that’s okay, you ready to go?” he nodded “you boys have a ride back?” you looked towards jere and steven

“yeah, taylor said she would take us.” you smiled at steven “when are you gonna ask her out?” conrad moved his arms to rub against yours that were draped over him

“chill, i just don’t wanna upset belly.”

“for fucks sake i’m dating your best friend and you didn’t beat me up.”

“told you.” conrad muttered

“this is different.” he sighed rubbing his face

“it’s not really.” conrad moved to lay his head on your arm giving you the signal it was time to go “just do something at least, con and i are gonna head out.” you pulled your hands away and the man stood from his seat “ready.” he nodded taking your hand in his “be safe tonight, call me if you need anything.”

As you drove home, conrad kept a hand on your thigh but he didn’t say anything and you knew the quietness and depression were slowly coming back from the side effects of his drinking. The whole ride was quiet up until you made it into your room closing the door facing him.

“come here con.” he walked towards you slowly and dipped his head into to crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you “let’s sleep okay?” he nodded but didn’t let go “con?”

“hm?”

“let’s lay down handsome.” he stepped away from you and you helped him take off his shirt as he slipped out of his jeans left in his boxers and slid into bed “ill be right back, going to get you water.”

“okay.” he softly spoke into the pillow he was laying on

Walking downstairs your mom was also grabbing a midnight snack. She knew he would come over and she also knew he was going through a lot in your 2 years together.

“how is he?” she leaned against the counter as you opened the fridge to grab a water bottle

“it’s a lot, he won’t really talk to me about some of it and i understand.”

“you’re a great girlfriend for him. susannah always loved the thought of you two together.” she grabbed your hand and squeezed it “speaking of conrad.” she nodded behind you, turning around you saw your boyfriend standing at the end of the stairs

“hey, what’s wrong?” you walked towards him

“you left me for a long time.” he rubbed his eyes and you smiled

“come on you big baby, good night mom.”

“night laurel.” conrad muttered

“night kids.” you could hear the humor in her voice

Back up in your room you were both now in bed with the light of the tv shining on the both of you. Conrad’s eyes drifted but he just stared at you.

“can i cuddle you?” he asked softly

“you don’t need to ask.” he moved closer to you hugging you to him, his head on your shoulder and you moved your hand to run though his hair “con?”

“yeah?” you moved to look at him and leaned down to kiss him for the first time that night

“i love you.” he smiled genuinely the first time since you saw him

“i love you.” he closed his eyes and kissed your neck

Soon enough his soft snoring filled the room as you continued to watch your show until you followed him into the dream state.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Hello, requesting "sleeping in" thank you 🙏

Hello. I’m here, months later. Here’s something.

Buck sleeps in. Eddie’s not sure if that’s a surprise or not. He's long had the somewhat infuriating habit of not plugging his phone in overnight on his days off — theoretically to discourage scrolling on it all night and wasting the battery, but half the time it results in him sheepishly charging it up from fully dead on a page about deep sea ethernet cables or something around noon the next day. So, yeah, his phone is an expensive brick on the nightstand, alarm not even an option, and it's not like they haven't had an extremely eventful last couple of days, almost 24 hours of which Buck had spent in a car headed one way or another. Eddie understands the exhaustion. But, well- he's awake. He kind of feels like his limbs are vibrating with the feeling of- relief, or terror, or joy, or- the feeling of being home. Home, here. Los Angeles, South Bedford, the home he — and Chris — had spent years building, a home of course neither of them could leave behind for long. He lays here, in his own bed, Buck snoring next to him and Chris down the hall, and he wonders why he ever thought he’d belong anywhere else.

Buck shuffles a little and Eddie thinks for a moment maybe- but he just snorts a little and keeps dreaming. Eddie tries to tamp down on the kind of sleepover giddiness bubbling up in his chest — wake up wake up wake up — and takes the opportunity to watch his best friend. His- whatever. Whatever they are now that Eddie knows what kissing him is like, quickly and quietly in his parent’s backyard, now that Eddie has stumbled his way through a question — “Why are you- why did you- all of this- do you- do you-“ — and Buck had frowned a little, not in an unhappy way but in his serious way, and had heard the real thing Eddie had wanted to know, and said “Eddie- of course I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Eddie whispers now, because he hadn’t the other night. He thinks Buck knows, though. He hopes he does. He’ll figure out how to say it to him when he’s awake, he’ll make sure he can never forget it.

His best friend. Whatever else they are or will be, Eddie thinks this first thing will always be true. They’ll always know each other and like each other and want to hang out. With the dubious wisdom of time and age Eddie can admit the few times they’ve fought have mostly been because something had been frustrating one of those wants. Someone should make fun of him for this, probably. Maybe Chris will, Eddie thinks, smiling at the idea that they’re in a place where they can harmlessly tease each other again. “You can’t see Buck for like three days and you go crazy,” he’ll laugh. “I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic teenager here.”

He idly wonders if he really can somehow figure out how to never go more than three days without seeing Buck ever again, and then stifles his own laughter — you’re right, imaginary Chris — because the man is still sleeping — still! — and despite his internal complaining he doesn’t actually want to disturb the guy. He looks so peaceful, passed out hard and melted into his pillow. His pillow, in Eddie’s bed. In Buck’s bed? Who is legally attached to what leases where is a little up in the air at the moment. Maybe it could be their bed. Maybe it's not too soon to say Don’t look for someplace else to live. Just stay here with me, with us. Maybe he just doesn’t care if other people think he’s moving too fast. He doesn’t even think he is, really. The will was years ago. He’s thought more about this relationship, worked harder on it and for longer, than any other in his life. Seven years is long enough to know.

Stay with me, he thinks at Buck, looking at his curls that are flattened in some places and sticking out weird in others. Tonight and every other night we get. He thinks Buck will say yes. He’s pretty certain Buck will say yes. He moved in so Eddie could leave, he’s pretty certain Buck will stay for him, too.

“Do you have a secret kid somewhere I can do something financially irresponsible for to prove my devotion to you?” Eddie asks in a whisper. Buck snorts again, but doesn’t otherwise stir. “Okay. Well, I’ll figure something else out.”

Buck’s eyelashes are pale against his cheek. His skin is rougher than when they first met, older, aging. His birthmark isn't visible, pressed into the pillow, because Buck is turned towards Eddie in his sleep. He’s all stubbly — it had itched against his face, Eddie remembers — and Eddie will kind of miss it when he has to shave before work tomorrow. He can grow it back, though, and Eddie will be around to see it in this new life where they never spend more than three days apart. Two days, maybe. 48 hours in a row and they have to say sorry, gotta go, my-

Husband? My husband is waiting for me? Bobby will probably have a harder time arguing for them to stay on the same shift if they get married, and that will make the whole never-apart-for-long thing harder. So, not yet. Not yet. But Eddie watches Buck’s chest rise and fall and thinks: someday.

He gets so caught up in that thought, the two of them in suits and nice food and pretty lights and dancing and making promises, that he doesn’t register for a moment the blue eyes blinking back at him.

“Oh,” he says, sounding stupidly surprised.

“Hi,” Buck says, the word tripping out on a little huff of laughter. Eddie wants to- to taste it. He stays where he is.

“Good morning.”

Buck smiles, so big it seems to take him a moment to catch his breath. “Morning.” He yawns, stretching out like a cat for all his puppy-like tendencies. “Time is it?”

Eddie doesn’t actually know, having better things to look at than an alarm clock or phone screen, so he rolls slightly to check. “9:15.” When he rolls back Buck is right there, slinging an arm over Eddie all casual like they’ve done this a million times instead of never before, but Eddie thinks he’s right, it doesn’t feel new at all. He grabs a handful of Buck’s shirt and just holds on, feeling his body heat.

“Slept in,” Buck says, and he doesn't seem surprised or not surprised about it either. He leans forward and kisses Eddie’s cheek, quick, quiet. They have time for- for something else, now. Something longer. There’s no rush. But first, Eddie has to make sure, he has to make it clear, he has to ask:

“Will you sleep in tomorrow? Here? And- and every other day, if you want. Forever, Buck, if you want.”

Buck smiles, again so wide it takes a moment for him to speak. “We still gotta get up on work days, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs. It makes his body lean forward under Buck’s arm, closer to him. Their knees bump together. “Well- okay. I can compromise on that. I’m very reasonable. Every other day.”

“Every other day,” Buck agrees, easily, and leans in again for something else, something longer.

[jjscrybaby]

jj maybank x sweetheart!reader | hurt & comfort | (gun violence, anxious!reader, comforting!jj.)

this is based on season 1 episode 1 but i did get the idea to write it from @blueheron15 !! i’m gonna write more scenes from the show with this pairing i think but as always keep sending reqs!

i went back and changed some things to do with sarah and john b in the first thing i posted for sweetheart!reader because i want it all to make sense timeline wise so it wouldn’t add up for reader to meet jj through sarah!

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The entire day had felt like torture for you. The others had enjoyed themselves, a day of adventure and excitement which you hadn’t all felt for a while, you felt the opposite. All of it was too much, the gun, the money, the dead body showing up. It was too much, maybe that’s why you’d agreed to the kegger so easily. Getting drunk can do nothing but calm you down.

“Okay, baby?” JJ asked softly as you came and sat down on his lap halfway through the night.

“Mhm,” you hummed, sipping on your bitter beer; there weren’t any other options and you weren’t in a complaining mood.

“Yeah? Why you lookin’ at me all grumpy then, huh?” He teased, poking your cheek.

You pretended to bite his finger, causing him to let out a mock gasp which had you giggling in his arms. He smiled sweetly at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just an overwhelming day.”

“Yeah, but it was fun,” JJ replied.

“For you.”

“Maybe, but you had fun earlier when we were on the boat. And I know you liked bein’ pressed up against me on the ledge,” he teased, making your cheeks heat up at the memory.

“Shut it, Jayj. Didn’t have a choice, you forced me to come along,” you pouted.

He ran his finger over your lip, mocking you with the same expression. “C’mon, cheer up baby. Nothin’ else out of the ordinary is gonna happen, okay? We’re just havin’ a drink with our friends, and people we hate.” He pointed to the group of Kooks on the far end of the beach.

“Sarah’s nice,” you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Is she?” He’d never really heard you talk about her, all he knew was what Kiara had told him about her so he assumed that meant that you weren’t a fan of the blonde also.

“She hangs out with me at school sometimes. Kie doesn’t mind, I already checked,” you explained. JJ smiled softly at you, of course you’d made sure Kiara was okay with you talking to Sarah. You were just too sweet.

“She hangs with you at school?” JJ knew you weren’t a huge fan of school. A lot of the Kook’s used to take advantage of your kindness, and that lead to him having some serious conversations with them. No one bothers you anymore, but most also don’t make an effort to even get to know you.

You nodded your head, sipping your drink again. You weren’t feeling the buzz that you wanted. “We eat lunch together sometimes, or, like, we partner up for projects.”

“That’s nice, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your temple.

It was nice, and that was probably why later that night, when he’d had enough drinks to last a lifetime, he offered Sarah his spare drink. He meant no harm, he was just happy that someone at school was making you happy. It only took a minute for things to go wrong.

John B had saved JJ from a fight with Topper, something that’s happened more times than he could count, but Topper just had to have the last word. “Dirty Pogues!” It had sent John B reeling, turning around to shove him.

From there, it just spiralled. One moment Topper was winning, the next John B was, and soon enough the Kook had one of your best friend’s heads held under water.

“He’s drowning him!” Pope exclaimed.

JJ saw red. You watched as the blonde rushed over, and then the click of the gun safety echoed through your ears. That damn gun. It was held to Topper’s head, everyone seemed to freeze as they realised what was going on.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Your move, broski,” you could hear JJ threaten.

You were frozen. On one hand, you weren’t sure he had much other choice? If he hadn’t stepped in then there’s a high likelihood Topper wouldn’t have stopped until John B was dead. On the other hand, he was holding a gun to someone’s head; that spoke for itself.

The crowd dispersed, terrified of the mad man with the gun, leaving just your group of friends and Sarah and Kelce to deal with the aftermath.

“JJ! Put the gun down,” Sarah pleaded.

“Did you say somethin’, Princess?” JJ asked, not even turning to look at her.

“We’re good, we’re good,” Topper exclaimed, holding his hands up in surrender as he slowly started to stand up.

“Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please?” You didn’t necessarily like Sarah calling JJ a psycho, but he was sort of acting like one. You’d be the same if it was Topper holding a gun to JJ’s head; you’d probably be worse.

“Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!” JJ yelled, holding the gun in the air as he shot it off twice.

That was what did it. The waterworks were set off and you started to panic. You weren’t scared of JJ, you were scared for him. He just fired a gun, he could go to jail! You couldn’t help but to start crying as the overwhelming situation took over.

“Are you crazy? You idiot!” Pope exclaimed as both him and Kiara shoved JJ. “Why would you do that?”

“It’s not worth it!” Kie added.

“I’m saying his life, okay?” JJ argued.

It took only a few seconds for him to look at you. He was expecting you to be angry, not crying.

“You’re gonna jeopardise everything!” Pope carried on, but JJ wasn’t listening to the lecture anymore.

“Hey, hey, baby.” JJ rushed to your side, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“You’re gonna get in trouble,” you whispered, afraid of Pope and Kiara’s reactions to what you were worried about.

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed, he grabbed your hand in his as Kie and Pope ran over to help John B. He dragged you — gently — down the beach and away from the still lingering party-goers. His hands found your waist, tugging you so you were chest to chest.

“You don’t gotta worry about me getting in trouble, okay?” He soothed, stroking your hair.

“I don’t want you to go to jail!” You argued, sobs still leaving your mouth just at the thought.

“Alright, alright.” He was trying his best to not let the amusement show on his face. He couldn’t help it, you were just so cute. “No one’s going to jail, okay? I promise. I’m fine. Now, do you want to stand here crying or do you want to go home?”

“With you?” You checked, wiping the tears from your face.

He smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Yeah, sweetheart. With me.”

[nineteenninety-six]

Could you write abbot x daughter when daughters childhood best friend dies during pittfest and like she was there but fine without a scratch which makes it all worse for her which leads to her on the roof cause she knows her dad and the hospital , and she goes up just brushes part there alone after hearing time of death and like Jack finds her and he’s approaching like she’s a scared animal and she hasn’t even realised she’s on the wrong side cause she’s sobbing

Okay love you thank you!!!

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Roof Ledge

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Daughter!Reader

TW: mentions of Pittfest. mentions of suicide of the shooter. death. etc

AN: Sorry I did change it slightly but I hope you like it regardles. Also this is short so I apologize.

Your ears ring as you hear the doctor call time of death, scribbling it on the wrist chart before stepping away and hurrying toward another critical patient.

You only get one last glimpse of your friend's face before a sheet is pulled over them and then moved away. Once they've disappeared out of your sight, the ringing faded and the noise of the hectic emergency department floods your ears and overwhelms you. Your legs tremble as you search for a place where you could get some fresh air, you turn to the ambulance bay before remembering that it's being used as a triage spot along with the countless vehicles arriving from Pittfest. Then you remember about your fathers favourite place in the hospital, the roof.

You stumble out of the emergency department knocking into people as you try to rush towards the elevator. Once you stagger into it, you mash the buttons for the top floor and fall into a crouch, unable to support your own weight anymore.

Tears and sobs escaped you as you cried into your hands and the t-shirt you were wearing quickly became soaked with tears as you tried to wipe your tears to no avail.

The fresh cool air greeted you when you stepped out onto the roof and it calmed you slightly. The chill breeze cooled you down and the fresh air helped you regulate your panicked breathing.

Automatically, your feet take you to the edge where your dad frequently visits and you slip underneath the safety rail and sit down, your legs dangling off of the hospital.

Your tears of sadness turned into tears of anger. You were so angry, so so angry. You just lost a friend, a friend you had known your entire life and now they were gone- dead and she wasn't the only one.

No doubt there were more people who died at the hospital but there were countless more that died at Pittfest on the field. Some instantly, some who couldn't get medical attention in time, some who were crushed in the rush to escape...just so many lives lost needlessly.

You were so lost in your head that you didn't hear the roof door open until your father called out your name.

He stood halfway across the roof, his hands held up as if he was dealing with a wild animal.

"Hey kid" Your dads voice was soft, "I heard what happened... Do you wanna talk to me?"

You only sob in response, the sound echoing around the empty roof.

"C'mon kid, step away from the edge for me please." Your dad begged, "Come talk to me over here"

"It's not fair! Why her at all people?!"

"You're right, it's not fair." Your dad agrees. "She didn't deserve it nor did anyone else who died."

"A- and I-" You gasp and stutter, "I'm fine! I didn't even sprain my ankle, I'm fine and she's gone."

Your dad joins you on the edge after realising that you were not moving anytime soon. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, "I'm sorry kid, I really am."

"Do you have to tell her parents?" You whimper.

Your dad shakes his head, "No. Robby will do that."

"They'll never forgive me" A fresh set of tears streamed down your face, "I' m the reason she's gone."

"You are not the reason" Your dad corrects, "The person-the man who did this, is the only one responsible. Not you, not me, only them."

"Do they know who did it? If they found him"

"They found him, he killed himself", Your dad scoffs and shakes his head, "He killed a swathe of people and killed himself…"

You scoff, "Fuck him, fuck this, fuck everything."

Your father doesn't say anything and there's a few minutes of silence as the two of you watch over the Pittsburgh skyline, listening as the cars drive past nearby and sirens in the distance.

"Do you want to see her? Say goodbye?" Your dad breaks the silence.

"Can I?" You hiccup.

"Yeah c'mon, let's step away from the ledge." Your dad stands up, offering his hand out for you to pull himself up with.

Your legs almost give up beneath you as you stand up but your father easily supports you as you walk over to the door and return to the hospital.

"You're alright kid, you'll survive this. It may feel like you're drowning right now but we will take it one day at a time."

[heartfullofleeches]

Ride or Die

Yan 🌽star + Stoner Reader

Summary: After a deal gone wrong, you text your roommate for help.

[Mentions of Weed]

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Thursdays are pizza night.

It isn't much in the grander scheme of things, but to Brie it is the domesticity of the relationship blossoming between you. Not exactly just friends, yet still barely pushing the limits of the platonic bond you already shared before moving in. You've kissed him before, allowed him to sleep in your bed- Then again, the "kiss" was a conducting force for a mouthful of smoke you gave fair warning for him to prepare himself for; the night in your room being the outcome of him spitting up a lung moments later.

Brie didn't know what to do anymore.. Continue this little game of cat and mouse, praying somewhere deep down you feel the same way about him. Or move onto someone else, never able to give them the entirety of his heart because he knows a part of it will always belong to you.

"Why can't I cry anywhere else but the produce isle!" Brie bitterly whispers to himself as he swabs the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. Your sweater to be more precise. He'd rather not have a repeat of last week- That sweet lady was only trying to console him, but his face gets red as the tomatoes he used for his sauce crying over what may never be.

Whatever.

As far as Brie was aware, you didn't have a partner nor anyone you were really interested in, and you practically told each other everything. Maybe somewhere along the line, he could find happiness in this in-between stage in your relationship. Even if you weren't his partner, he still had you as a shoulder to cry on and the best roommate he could ask for.

"Get over yourself, Brie- You're going to make them the greasts pizza they've ever had, and if they haven't already fallen in love with you - they'll met someone who's a shitty cook and realize what they're missing!"

Isn't that the dream? These days, it feels like you're the only thought on his mind. He can hear your voice now.

"Brie? Brieeeee~ Pick up or I'll use your full government. Heh, you know I'm messing with you. But, seriously, pick up."

Oh. That's... your ringtone. The message was one of the first voicemails you left him when he purchased a new phone. He's missed plenty of calls from you hearing it out to completion.

"You rang, babe?"

That got a good chuckle out of you the first time. It was a total blunder on Brie's end, but you insisted he keep the nickname if he wanted to. There's no jovial air coming from your end of the line. Not even a snicker as your voice picks up over the silence.

"I need your help."

Never in your years long friendship had he heard you sound so serious before. There were glimpses - swiftly desected by your infections laughter or the change of topic, but never like this.

"I'm, I'm on my way." Brie switches his phone over to his left ear, propping it up with his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself?"

"I think I killed a guy."

The line goes dead.

Brie gazes upwards at the tiled ceiling, phone slipping from his grasp as his thumb hoovers where the end call button once was. He regains his grip on the device as a text message comes in.

Its a picture of the body. Sprawled out with their arms and legs angled in different directions.

He can't catch his breath. Brie has always tried to drill it into your thick skull he'd do anything for you no matter what - and he meant it. Taking someone's life... It's unforgivable in most people's eyes. Especially the law's. If you got caught. If he lost you- What would that mean for him? The future you had together?

Racing through the aisles like a chicken without its head, Brie makes several stops on his way to the cash register. Cleaning, household goods, cutlery. He grabs items as soon as they're checked out and stuffs them into his backpack as he pays, evading his ritual of fishing through his wallet for the exact cash and change.

Brie isn't crazy enough to run red lights. He does, however, forget his seatbeat as he floors his car home; flying just beneath the legal speed limit for the area. He speeds up the tiny flight of stares leading to your apartment - bursting through the already unlocked front door.

"Babe! Baby, in here- I brought bleach, and trash bags, and- and.... These knives should be sharp enough to cut up their limbs- We can even move closer to my parents if we have to!"

Tripping over his own words and feet, Brie dumps the the contents of his backpack on the living room floor. It's then he notices how clean the floor actually is. No blood stains, no evidence of a fight. His eyes search the room, falling upon you in an unbothered state - seated on the couch next to a shivering man nervously sipping from a glass of water.

"Brie!" Standing, you make short work of the distance between you as you swarm Brie with a firm hug. "Missed you, pretty boy. You're back a little sooner than I expected not gonna lie."

Adrenaline depleting, Brie points over your shoulder at the stranger. "I thought he was..."

"He? Oh, right!- Brie, this is Nicky. Nicky, this is Brie. He came to buy some of my stash since his med card just expired and he doesn't like buying full price. Normally I would've done it elsewhere since I don't want to bring strangers into your space, but he's heading out of town once he leaves.... If he still can."

Nicky offers a timid wave to Brie, placing his cup down seconds before collapsing on the couch.

"Don't worry, he should be fine after a little nap."

Air flows freely through Brie's lungs as he clings onto you. You aren't a murderer. There isn't anything jeopardizing things between you- besides himself.

"You're such a jerk."

Pulling away from your embrace, Brie was torn between slapping or kissing you as you grin back at him. "What? Didn't actually think I killed the guy, did you?"

"Yes?! Because of your little prank I wasn't able to get everything I needed for dinner! I was ready to throw my entire life away for you! And it's all just a big joke to you!"

"Thanks, Brie."

Tension building behind his eyes, a soft kiss to his forehead keeps the tears at bay just a little longer.

"It's nice to have someone I can depend on for anything. That's rare to come by these days. If you're ever in the same situation, but for real- you know who to call."

Sniffling, Brie rests his head on your arm.

"You're damn right I do."

[strangersteddierthings]

Sequel to Good People - The fic in wherein Wayne doesn't like Steve and overheard a conversation he shouldn't have. Here's the aftermath of that :3

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

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Wayne had stayed in his bedroom long after he heard the boys leave. Eddie had knocked on his door to let him know he'd be staying at Steve's and to not expect him back until late tomorrow, a courtesy he'd never shown until after he'd been the victim of a manhunt back in spring. Wayne never asked him to do that but he thinks Eddie picked up on how worried Wayne would get if he were gone for any amount of time.

Eddie's always been good at reading people when he bothers to pay attention to them. Maybe that should have been enough reason for him to give pause to his dislike of the Harrington boy, instead of needing to overhear the boy crying about how he thinks there's something rotten deep within him that only Wayne can sense.

He'd been so sure he knew what kind of person Steve Harrington was. Eddie had been hung up on boys just like him pert-near his whole life, Wayne thinks, and it's never ended differently.

It's a Tuesday night and his friends usually gather at the bar on Friday nights, but Wayne needs to get out of the trailer to think. A beer might help. So, he grabs his keys and heads out.

He's been a regular at this bar since before he was even old enough to drink. Used to come with his pa, may he rest in peace, just to get out of the house. He's been a patron longer than any of the staff have worked there, he realizes.

"Hello Linda," Wayne greets as he takes a seat at the bar instead of at his usual table. He'd done a cursory glace when he came in and confirmed none of his drinking buddies were in before choosing the bar.

"This isn't your usual day," Linda says, leaning a hip on the counter, "but it's always a pleasure to see you."

"I got some thinkin' to do," Wayne replies and Linda nods and moves away, returning soon with a bottle of his usual beer. She picks up the bottle open and removes the cap before setting the drink down in front of him.

"Need a sounding board, hun?" She asks.

Wayne does a quick survey of the bar again but it's pretty quiet so he returns his gave to Linda and says, "if you wouldn't mind too much hearin' about how an old man might have messed up."

Linda laughs. "You aren't even half a decade older than me, so you best not be sprouting that 'old man' nonsense around me, 'cause I am not some old lady."

"Terribly sorry, Linda. I'm just really feelin' like an old fool."

A small frown comes to Linda's face then. "Now what could you have possibly done?"

"Well, I guess I'm tryin' to figure out if I did mess up. Eddie's got a friend and I don't trust 'im. Thought I had good reason not to, but, well, I overheard somethin' I wasn't supposed ta and now I'm not sure."

Linda hums, "hmm, that doesn't sound like you, judging someone unrightly. You are usually a good read about people."

"I'll admit, I haven't bothered to spend enough time with the boy to, uhh, judge him."

"Wayne Munson," Linda scolds, "you best not be telling me you judged that boy because of other people."

Judging by Linda's raising brow line, he thinks his guilt must be clear on his face. "You know Eddie, and how people have treated him. And with what he just went through- I just want 'im safe. Sure, his new friend graduated last year, but he was on the basketball team his whole career. And I'm jus' supposed ta believe this one boy didn't side with the group who started the manhunt?"

"Unless you've got evidence otherwise, yes," Linda says, brows furrowed.

Wayne sighs. "I ain't got proof. I got a lot of people sayin' he's good, actually. But it's the Harrington boy. The same boy Eddie would come home and complain 'bout. Harrington, Hagan, Hargrove, though I shouldn't speak ill of the dead. All them boys treatin' Eddie like he wasn't worth nothin' until they wanted somethin' form him."

Linda's mouth is almost a perfectly straight line with how much she's pursed her lips the more he talks, but she doesn't interrupt and no customer calls for her, so he continues.

"And you know what Richard Harrington was like. I know y'all only shared one school year together, but Janice wasn't any better, and she was your year, wasn't she?" Linda gives him one nod in response. "That boy's a product of them. I- You can't fault me for thinkin' differently."

"So, when do you expect Eddie to end up in prison?"

The question throws Wayne and fills him with anger at the same time. "Now, Linda, I ain't likin' what you are implyin'."

"I ain't implyin' nothing," she says, using the same tone with him that he did with her. "I'm applying your logic. Eddie's a product of his parents, ain't he? Al's in prison, and his mama's long gone, bless her soul. And since Eddie ain't sick, last I heard, he must be following after his daddy."

The anger leaves him then, and all he's left with is shame. "Point made. And if I'm bein' fully honest with ya, I don't even need ya to defend that boy. That thing I overheard. That what's eatin' at me. He called me good people."

Linda softens, shoulders dropping, "you are good people, hun."

"That boy told my Eddie that I'm 'good people', and that his parents are bad ones, and I. I don't know what to do about that."

"He thinks his own parents are bad?"

Wayne nods, "is what he said. Thinks I can somehow sense he's also rotten just by association."

"There's nothing to it, then," Linda says, like they've already talked out the tangled mess that is Wayne's thoughts on Steve Harrington and have reached a conclusion. Well, perhaps Linda already has. She's always been bright, and she's usually right. "You, Wayne Robert Munson, need to apologize to that boy. The guilt and shame's gonna put you into your cups otherwise."

Wayne nods slowly, though he isn't even sure if he agrees or is just acknowledging what she said before he takes a long pull from his bottle before lowering both his arms to rest on the counter as he replies, "You're right as usual, Linda my dear. I just gotta let go of the fact he's Richard Harrington's son and try and see just Steve."

"Damn right. Eddie might be Al's by birth, but you raised him and he turned out alright. Maybe Steve got the same treatment. Had his own Wayne around to raise him right."

There might be a bit of truth to that. He's heard enough talk about Steve Harrington over the years to think that. One of his drinking buddies used to be Jim Hopper. He's heard about the amount of parties he'd had to go shut down at the Harrington's house, with no parents to be seen. (Always Jim's biggest gripe back then. "Where's this kids goddamn parents!?) Wayne always assumed their kid just took advantage every time his parents were gone, but maybe it's the opposite. Maybe they were always gone, and Steve had parties to not be alone in his house.

Linda's right. There is nothing to it. He needs to talk to Steve, properly apologize, and go from there.

"It ain't an easy thing, admittin' you might be wrong," Wayne sighs.

Linda reaches across the counter and places a hand on Wayne's arm just below his wrist. Wayne looks up from where he'd ended up staring at his bottle, making eye contact with her. "If your boy is friends with this boy, it's for a reason. Just give him a chance. You are one of the good ones, but even we can have a lapse in judgment now and then. Doesn't make you bad, makes you human."

"Ain't no one perfect but the good Lord," Wayne says and Linda nods in agreement.

"Alright. I'll leave you to your beer and your thoughts for now, but you best keep me updated on your situation. I wanna know how it goes," Linda retracts her hand and heads down the counter to check on the few other people sitting about nursing drinks.

Wayne sits in his thoughts more than he drinks, so by the time he's done with the beer it's warm but that's fine. He will talk to the Harrington kid, but he wants to talk to Eddie first. He owes his nephew that much, and he does recall Eddie saying something to the effect of 'he'll come around' to Steve, and Wayne wants to tell Eddie he'll try.

Also he doesn't want to just corner the boy after he's been somewhat intimidating intentionally. He's going to get Eddie to ask if Steve'll talk to him.

True to his word, Eddie returns home late the next day. The clock says it's almost 6 when Eddie finally comes through the front door. If he's surprised to see Wayne awake, he doesn't show it. He does work the graveyard shift, and he's got a shift at 10 tonight, usually wakes up two hours before his shift. He'd wanted to make sure he caught Eddie, though, so he's been up since three.

"Eddie, you got a minute?" Wayne says.

"Sure. What's up?" Eddie says as he pulls off his jacket, depositing it on the nearest surface before plopping sideways on the couch so he's facing Wayne.

"I gotta come clean. I overheard some of what you and Steve were talkin' about," Wayne says, because he's a man of his word and he's always been good at doing the hard thing if it also turns out to be the right thing. He's got to be honest with Eddie, so he can be honest with himself. "Heard Harr- Steve talkin' 'bout how he thinks I'm a good person, and his parents aren't."

Eddie's quiet for a moment, blinking owlishly back at him while he thinks. "Oh. Umm. Sorry. I just- I think this is the first time I've heard you say Steve's name."

"Not the part I thought you'd focus on," Wayne huffs a laugh, "but I owe your boy an apology and I was hopin' you could help me make it happen."

"My boy- what is happening," Eddie drops his voice to whisper the question to himself.

"What's happening is I'm doin' the thing I always told you ta do. Taking accountability and fixin' my mistake."

"Oh. Oh!" Eddie narrows his eyes at Wayne, "you've made an ass out of me. All those times I assured Steve you were just being standoffish and you were- what were you doing?"

"Intentionally keepin' the boy at a distance 'cause I thought he was gonna hurt you. I sure as hell ain't been friendly. I been judging him because I knew his parents, thinkin' about how an apple don't fall far from the tree," Wayne stops, giving pause to see if Eddie will speak but he isn't. He's just staring at Wayne like he's a puzzle. "It was brought to my attention that it's mighty unfair to judge someone 'cause of how their parents act."

Eddie's brow furrows and his lips purse. It makes him think of Linda. She'd made the exact same face. "I- Jesus fuck this is weird, but I. I think I'm mad at you. Disappointed."

Eddie doesn't say it with an angry tone, and his face still looks more puzzled than mad, but the sentence feels like a kick to the chest anyway. Eddie and he have never been mad at each other, not in the eight years Eddie's lived here with him. They've been worried and scared for each other that, or mad at someone or something else that they take out on each other, but never mad at each other.

"You've every right to be."

Eddie stands from the couch, paces down the hallway, and Wayne thinks this might be the end of any conversation tonight, but instead Eddie comes storming back up the hall. "So, what, did you take me in expecting me to be my dad!?"

"No. He mighta contributed to your birth, but we both know that man ain't nurtured you a day in his life."

"Yeah, well, Steve's parents didn't raise him either, so all this has been bullshit! You made Steve think he's, he's broken and a bad person! And," Eddie's eyes are wet and he's angry but also about to cry. Wayne hasn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since the day they learned Al was in prison, fifteen years with a chance for parole if he's on his best behavior. Eddie had been so angry, and sad, and hurt by the news. Eddie's like that now, worked up so much he's repeating himself as he hiccups his words out around the lump in this throat, "And, and you made me help him feel that way! Because I didn't take him serious when he said, said you didn't like him! I thought you were being, being a dad, all fake gruff to intimidate the guy I like but it's- you were- FUCK!"

Wayne lets him yell. He deserves it, and Eddie needs it. Eddie's not saying anything untrue. He takes in what Eddie is yelling at him; Steve's parents didn't raise him, and how Wayne's cold shoulder must have added to whatever else Steve has going on in his life.

"I, I h-held him while he b-bawled into my shirt last night! He, he thinks- and you, you didn't even trust me! T-trust my own j-judgment of, of Steve! I, I need- I can't-" Eddie doesn't finish the sentence. He turns on his heel and storms back down the hall, the slamming of his door finalizing this conversation.

To say that Wayne feels terrible is inadequate. He's hurt his boy, and he's hurt his boy's boy, and he's got no one to blame but himself.

Now he's got two apologies to make.

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A Splash Of Color

Summary: You and Sanemi, because you’re both hashiras, never really get a moment alone together. The short times you do get are typically spent walking, but this stroll ended…differently than usual.

Warnings: Sanemi cursing like a sailor, but when isn’t he?

Wordcount - 1.3k

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You were too tired to train, but too awake to go to sleep after your last mission as you returned to Demon Slayer headquarters. It was your usual conundrum, with the usual solution talking with some Kakushi by the door. He glanced your way, his usual sharp eyes softening like a guard dog seeing its owner. He finished up his conversation, walking up to meet you. “You look like shit” he said gruffly, that usual smirk playing on his face. You sighed, rubbing your eyes “I feel like it too” you replied, earning a rough chuckle from your fellow Hashira. 

He nodded his head towards the path nearby, the solution to your problem finally resolved as the two of you walked along as usual. It seemed like you did this every other day now, the only plausible solution to your busy schedules. you’d been dating Sanemi since a little while after you’d become a Hashira, and you’d known and liked each other much longer. 

And yet now that you were both Hashira you never had any time. It seemed if you weren’t fighting off hordes of demons all night for the sake of the much weaker lower ranks, you were training and preparing for even more missions. You only had a certain amount of time to yourselves in a day, and walking along and chatting after missions seemed to be the best way to spend it. 

And so you did;

“…that shitty-ass loser really thought that it’d land a hit on me, but I cut its head off before it even realized i’d reached it. Pathetic” Sanemi spoke with that usual rumbly tone, the kind he only spared for demons, or people he didn’t particularly like. You nodded and listened, looking up at the birds in the trees as his eyes turned to you “what about your mission?” He asked, that rough edge completely gone, replaced with concern. You were never this quiet on your walks, and he wasn’t liking it one bit. 

You paused, sighing as you looked at the ground. “It was… not great… I made a bad judgment call, and lost a fellow demon slayer” you said quietly, leading Sanemi to sigh “you can’t blame yourself completely. We all make mistakes, but the kid wouldn’t be dead if it weren’t for the damn demons” he replied, glancing around before brushing his fingers against yours. 

You smiled up at him, something that left a fluttering feeling in his chest. “I guess you're right… I suppose i’m just trying to find the bright side of things right now” you trailed off, continuing your walk alongside him

“Hey GONPACHIROOOO!! OVER HERE!” Inosuke waved to Tanjiro as he passed by in the middle of a walk. He stopped and spotted his friend, raising a brow in surprise. “Inosuke? What are you doing up the-” “GET UP HERE DAMMIT”

With a swift yank, Inosuke had pulled him up onto the tree above, hushing him. “Shut up we’re waiting for the god of festivals” Inosuke said excitedly, loud enough to confuse Tanjiro as to why he needed to shut up, but he pushed that thought aside. “You mean Mr. Tengen? Why?” He asked, his answer coming from below as Zenitzu climbed up. “I’m sick of the guy, so I came up with something” he replied, a smug grin on his face.

Tanjiro tilted his head, about to ask another question as Inosuke began untying some bags, cackling like a maniac. “Is that… pigment powder? Like what you use in paint?” “Oh yeah.. and as soon as that smug bastard comes strolling by, we’re gonna dump it on him” Zenitsu joined Inosuke in his laughter, helping him untie the bags. “But Zenitsu! That would be mean.” “That’s the point, Tanjiro. Think about what he did to miss Aoi before our last mission. He totally deserves it” “well I want no part in it. He’s still healing and-”

They all went quiet as they heard footsteps approaching, Inosuke and Zenitsu ducking down and dragging Tanjiro to do the same. Inosuke seemed all too eager to pour the pigment powder on whoever walked past while Tanjiro and Zenitsu tried to lean down enough to see who it was. The path made a corner just by the tree they were in, but the rest of the walkway was shrouded from view by leaves.

Tanjiro glanced over at Inosuke, seeing him eagerly grabbing bags. Zenitsu had gotten him way too excited for this. “Inosuke, stop! We don’t know who it is, and either way it’s still not very-” Zenitsu hushed him again, a bag ready and open in his hand as he began listening to the voices ahead as the people turned the corner.

Before Tanjiro could attempt to get in another word of reason to the two, everything had fallen into chaos, because the people below them now weren’t just Tengen and one or two of his wives, it was you and Sanemi. Zenitsu recognized your voices with a shock a little too late, the surprise leading him to fumble with his bag as it inevitably spilled below, while Inosuke had seen white hair and absolutely went crazy, pouring down three bags at once.

Neither you or Sanemi had noticed the three of them up in the tree until it was too late, and now you fell to the ground in surprise, coughing and waving away colorful dust in the air as you tried to regain your bearings. Sanemi had gripped your hand rather tightly, and you could hear him draw his sword, and see the shine of it as the powder settled. “WHO THE FUCK DID THAT” he roared, wiping away the pigment on his face as he looked up, growling more curses. 

Fortunately for Zenitsu and Inosuke, they'd peeled out the moment they heard Sanemi let out a curse. Unfortunately for Tanjiro, he’d been utterly confused in the chaos and completely frozen in the tree, now visible to Sanemi. “You MOTHERF-”

Sanemis rage was interrupted by the sound of you… laughing. He looked down, seeing you absolutely covered in the powders- red, yellow, blue, orange- but your smile seemed to be the brightest thing on you as you giggled, looking up at Sanemi. “Look at you” you laughed, using his firm grip on your hand to pull yourself up. He merely watched, still fuming as you dusted the pigment off his face, grinning ear to ear as you looked up at Tanjiro “this might be the best prank ever” you smiled, and for once since the night before it was a real one.

Tanjiro on the other hand, was not smiling. Especially as Sanemis gaze turned back to him. “It’s a misunderstanding!! I didn’t do this, I swear, it was my friend-” “I don’t see anyone else kid. And either way you still let em” Sanemi growled, putting his sword away and cracking his knuckles, only for you to laugh again. He looked back at you, about to hush you when you spoke up. “Don’t be too mad at him… it was fun” you said brightly, putting a hand on Sanemis shoulder, and god did that always work on him.

He groaned in frustration, shooting Tanjiro another glare. “Fine. But if I ever see you pulling shit like this again, Kamado..” he spat out the name, making Tanjiro flinch slightly. “Yes sir! Sorry sir!” He replied in a panic, fumbling down from the tree. Sanemi watched him leave with a snarl, glancing back at you, only to see you were still smiling. “How the hell did you find this fun? It’s gonna take ages to wash this shit off” he said roughly. You shrugged, shaking your head. “I just told you i was looking for a bright side to things… getting covered in paint powder is… definitely a bright something if you ask me” you giggled again. 

He rolled his eyes, bringing up a hand to dust the powder off your face “it’s in your hair…” he grumbled, a small frown on his face. “It’s in yours too” you retorted with a smile, laughing at his scoff before placing a kiss on his lips. He blinked, staring at you for a moment a small smile danced across his face. he grabbed your hand again and pulled you along the path “come on, idiot…Let’s go get you cleaned up” 

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I’m not obsessed with sanemi what-