#Mac needed comfort in that moment and he didn’t get it

[lailuhhh]

Thinking about 5x15 and how very distraught Mac was about shooting and killing someone

And then 1x20 deleted scene of Jack asking Mac the last time he shot a gun and if he even remembered how

Something something deep thoughts

[minjix]

cinderella → Vinnie Hacker x female!reader

summary: in which you’re the one catching his attention

warnings: fluff, and that’s a warning of itself lol + plus the standard swear word here and there. also I can’t for the life of me write an ending, so I apologize if it feels abrupt-because it is lol. also keep in mind that english is not my first language.

a/n: I write with breaks to actually be able to give it my all and not lose interest in writing- which is a genuine fear of mine

word count: 2.6k :)

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reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

It was all a stupid cliche in your eyes as you stared at the tweet Vinnie had posted. “who is she.” Simple as that, yet mostly everyone knew what he was referring to, but they didn’t know whom and Vinnie didn’t know either.

Like previously stated, it was all a stupid cliche- a masquerade party filled to the brim with influencers and small celebrities, crowding a huge mansion which felt tiny as you pushed your way through to get a much needed breath of fresh air, away from the liquor stained breaths.

You sighed in relief as you stepped into the cool L.A, two am breeze, the music thumping through the ground, vibrating your whole body. “I feel the same way,” a dark voice chuckled. Startled, you looked into the direction of which the voice came from, and there he stood, leaning on the wall, head tilted back and eyes on the night sky. He was dressed simple, something you rolled your eyes at, and his arms of which were folded in front of his chest was covered in tattoos. “Huh?” Was all that you managed to get out, your tongue deciding to twist on itself.

The corners of his mouth twitched as though he wanted to smile, but refrained from doing just that. “Wanting to get away for a few minutes,” his voice was velvety and , his skin shone red from the neon lights seeping through the huge windows.

“Oh- yeah, you answered stupidly, “totes.” You wanted to smack yourself. A laugh rumbled his chest and escaped from his lips as his head tilted in your direction, his eyes meeting yours. “Totes? Never heard that before-in real life that is.” Duh, because you’ve spoken like a bad stereotypical surfer dude.

You didn’t know how to respond so you simply nodded your head, very aware of his eyes trailing down your body. A tattooed hand entered your peripheral, “I’m Vinnie,” he introduced himself. It was then more sober you connected the dots, of course it’s Vinnie the Hacker. The only disguise he had was a black eye mask with black crystals in intricate designs; it looked expensive and it most definitely was, knowing who he was and all. You hadn’t bothered to wear a mask, but had regretted that decision the moment you stepped into the mansion.

You didn’t shake his hand. “Cool,” you shrugged mentally preparing yourself with whatever half assed excuse you could come up with to leave. ‘my apartment is on fire’ don’t want to jinx myself you thought afterwards. “Um, nice to meet you?” You sounded awfully unsure, and guilt brewed in your stomach when you saw Vinnie wince. “So,” he began carefully, trying to get an understanding,” what’s your name?”

But you didn’t feel like answering. “I’m hungry.” You spat out and his eyes widened. “What?”

“I’m hungry, so I’m going to leave. Bye.” You turned to leave but a careful grasp of your arm halted you, “do you want to get McDonalds with me? I’m kinda hungry too.” He sounded shy, and you couldn’t even imagine turning him down, he looked like a sad puppy for Christ sake.

“Sure.”

The drive to the fast food chain was surprisingly comfortable, even though Vinnie tried his best to get you to tell him your name; to no avail. And soon enough the two of you were seated by the window, both with big macs in hand, awkwardness thrown out the window as the alcohol induced hunger made everything taste oh so much better.

“so fucking good,” Vinnie groaned through a mouthful causing you to almost choke on your fourth bite. Your eyes didn’t leave his form, his hair in a disarray and his eyes closed as he ate the burger.

You forced a chuckle, “won’t your friends get mad or something?” You mumbled, playing with your fries. The tattooed man shook his head, “no? Why would they?” His eyes were on yours now and you couldn’t help but feel bare under his intense gaze.

“You kinda ditched them…” you trailed of as a smirk grew on his lips, his tongue quickly darting out to lick them. “Trust me they won’t notice.” He sounded sure. “Why?” You asked and this time he laughed softly, “you’re very curious, huh?” You shrugged, “I guess.”

He continued, “but no, they were pretty busy trying to get laid so I really doubt they’d notice me missing.” He stressed the word ‘really’.

“Oh.” He laughed again as he stared you down, “you’re really weird, y’know that?”

“Thanks?”

You and Vinnie had spent an hour talking nonsense, and when the two of you noticed the hard stares from the workers you both decided to leave. Vinnie had insisted on dropping you off at home but an uncomfortable feeling grew in the pit of your stomach as you politely declined, telling him a white lie to soothe his worries about leaving a girl in the streets of LA at three am.

——-

The morning after, curiosity had you in its grip as you reluctantly opened Twitter and searched for his handle.

@/vinniehacker: who is she. posted at five am. Quicker than lightning you exited the app, contemplating on deleting it completely, but you refrained from doing it.

You grew frustrated at yourself, you had an amazing night last night with an amazing attractive guy, and you full out blew everything to bits.

Your best friend tended to call you a flesh ball of anxiety, a saying that left a sour taste in your mouth and cheeks aching from faking a laugh. You were a people pleaser, but at the same time you hated everyone and preferred to be by yourself. So you did everything to stay out of the spotlight, simply rooming with your childhood best friend who went viral on TikTok months ago. And Vinnie was the opposite of staying out of the spotlight.

Before your brain had caught up to what your hands were doing, you had already entered the cursed bird app again, entering his handle, tapping on the tweet and reading through the comments. ‘she????’, ‘what?!’, all in a similar fashion. Speculations were thrown left and right and thirty minutes had passed of you endlessly scrolling, biting your lip raw until you tasted iron.

“Get up! We have an event to go to!” You wanted to cry, to come up with a lie that you were sick and didn’t want to spread it further. You lied a lot, at least tried to before your brain took you through the endless possibilities of consequences coming from said lies. So you heaved a sigh and got ready.

———-

The event was extremely overcrowded and overwhelming, the LA sun beaming down on bodies dripping in expensive perfumes, a cloud of strong smells begging for a headache to form. You were a plus one, a non famous one at that, so you stood awkwardly to the side as your friend and her famous friends took promo pictures. In your hand was a mimosa, minus the champagne, so orange juice.

You didn’t bother to keep up the happy charade, settling on frowning while sipping your expensive orange juice. You had half a mind to ask what brand of juice it was but decided that you were already looking stupid so there was no point of making it worse.

You were painfully aware of how lonely you looked so you grabbed your phone and entered the weather app, wondering how the weather in Hamburg was.

“So, uh, how’s the weather looking?” A velvety voice asked from above your right shoulder, warm air tickling your skin and you froze. Shit. “Uhm, cloudy with a chance of rain,”

You turned towards him and tried not to gape at what you saw. He was wearing a half buttoned white blouse with his hair slicked back except for a few strands in the front. He wore black and expensive looking trousers, and silver rings wrapped around almost each finger with a silver braided bracelet. His sleeves were rolled up revealing his tattoos on his sun kissed skin. And he smelled so fucking good.

He gave you a mischievous grin, “hey, you.” His eyes trailed over your form, several times with a glint in his eyes. You whispered a hey back, flustered for some reason and you were also ashamed, for what, you had no idea.

“I never got your name,” he muttered, his hands in his pocket. You could only shrug, words not agreeing with you. And there it was, that nauseating shameful feeling you got, you were ashamed of yourself for some reason, well you know why, but actually taking the bull by its horns are the hard part.

“I know,” he frowned at your answer, raising an eyebrow. “So you’re not going to give me your name, so I’ll just have to call you Cinderella then. “ he smiled smugly at the end of his sentence, as though he had conquered the world with his pinkie.

“Cinderella?” You asked confused and a smit insulted. “I didn’t drop my shoe…” you trailed off, combing through your memory, and sure enough, you had both your shoes on, or you would’ve noticed otherwise.

He laughed out loud, his teeth on full display and eyes closed. “No, you didn’t drop your shoe. But you did leave me with not being able to stop thinking of you…” he said, his eyes unrelentingly searching yours as if he could simply read your name in your irises. Your eyes widened and you felt as though your stomach was turning inside out. This has to be a cruel joke, you thought to yourself as you glared at him.

“That’s not funny,” you murmured through clenched teeth. He looked confused, brows furrowed. “It-it wasn’t a joke,” he said sheepishly. He looked genuinely hurt, and it made you doubt your insecurities.

“I genuinely had a great time with you last night, and I want to get to know you.” He kept his eyes on yours the entire time. “So please, what’s your name?” He sounded desperate, as though your name would unlock every story there was to know about you.

“Y/n,” you whispered and you watched in awe as he tested your name on his tongue, several times before settling with a “I like it, it suits you.” Vinnie telling you that your name suits you felt like a thousand suns were shining down on you. You bit your lip to repress the grin that was threatening to grow and instead you settled for a shy smile, praying that you didn’t have anything between your teeth.

“Y/nn!” A voice called, it seemed as though your friend had finished with her promo pics. “I got you a goodie bag-oh,” she paused when she saw the Vinnie Hacker standing beside you. “Hey,” she smiled and fluttered her eyelashes and a boulder dropped into your stomach. Of course, you thought. She’s so much prettier than me, and famous.

He only nodded in acknowledgement with a small ‘hey’, it didn’t deter your friend from asking a lot of questions. You took that as your queue to leave, slowly walking backwards whilst Vinnie’s eyes were on yours the entire time, looking confused as to what you were doing.

You quickly nodded towards your friend, who was still animatedly talking, whilst wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, ignoring the knot in your stomach.

Once again Vinnie looked confused before the dots in his head connected. His eyes widened before he shook his head, something your friend hadn’t noticed as she was too busy scrolling through her TikTok to show Vinnie a specific video of her. He mouthed the word ‘NO’ several times whilst staring at you with his wide eyes.

It was kind of endearing to watch him panic. A chuckle escaped you before he turned to your friend, an apologetic smile on his face. “Excuse me,” he said softly, eyes still on you before walking towards, grabbing your hand with utter care before he led you inside the building.

He stopped in an empty hallway, staring down at you with a smirk on his lips. “Trying to set me up with your friend,” he murmured lazily, eyes tracing your lips. “When you know fully well that I’m interested in you…”

It felt like a fever dream, and you had to mentally force yourself to focus on the situation at hand. Is Vinnie about to kiss me?

“You don't even know me,” you retaliated, a frown on your lips, your lips of which he still stared at. He shrugged at your answer, a serious look taking over his face. “So let me,” he began. “Let’s get out of here.”

You shook your head, “I can’t just leave my friend-“.

He interrupted you, “your friend who seemed very busy, in fact, I recall you standing by yourself.” You had nothing to say to that except for a gentle nod with a smile on your lips. Vinnie grinned in return before tugging out of the building and into his car. You had sent a simple text to your friend-‘ i’m going out, don’t wait for me <3’

————————-

Vinnie treated you to McDonalds, once again and took you to a look out, the city of angels to stare at whilst you both ate. His shoulder touched yours as you sat on the picnic blanket filled to the brim with greasy and mouth watering food.

“So tell me, how come I can’t find you anywhere?” He asked, his hand playing with yours, twisting your rings. It created a warm feeling in your stomach.

“I’m a private person,” you began, hearing Vinnie murmuring a ‘couldn’t have guessed,’ and you nudged your shoulder into his playfully, drawing a laugh from his lips. “I guess, uhm I don’t see myself in the spotlight, having people constantly judging my every move.” He nodded in agreement, looking lost in thought.

“I can understand that, it’s just unusual to see someone not famous in parties held by influencers.” You nodded, agreeing with him. “My friend is pretty famous and always makes me her plus one.”

“I like it though,” you stared at him confused whilst he stared at you with a small smile on his lips, almost looking shy. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to explain…” he looked lost in his thoughts.

“Try,” you pushed, his hand tightening around yours.

“I like that I can pursue this,” he gestured whilst you stared at him with wide eyes. “That you’ll be somewhat safe from the onslaught of comments you would’ve gotten if you were a public figure. This feels normal to me, y’know. Like it’s not for show, it’s just me and you.”

“Me and you?” You asked with a grin, his smile grew and he gave you a wink, “of course, this is our second date after all.”

“Is that so?” You bit your lip when he leaned towards you, his lips so close to touching yours, before he planted a small, almost phantom-like kiss on them. “It is so,” he gauged your expression before ultimately seeing the contentment in your eyes, and pressed his lips to yours firmly. You felt his hand grasp your cheek as he tilted his head to gain more access.

You were both breathing heavily before you disconnected your lips, but Vinnie took it upon himself to kiss your cheeks before traveling down your neck, leaving you even more breathless.

“I’m taking you on dates everyday this week,” he breathed into your neck and you felt your eyes roll back from the sensation and his sultry voice.

“I expect you to-“ he stopped you from talking with another kiss. “Shut up and kiss me,” he ordered and you did, for several hours, the once bright sun in the middle of sky, now dipping down on the horizon covered by the Los Angeles skyline.

[rorylovesmatt]

insomnia - Matthew sturniolo

summary: matt is having a hard time sleeping so he calls the only person he knows will help.

word count: 532

a/n: i don’t know what to write next 💔 if you have any request send them my way! also the lyrics don’t really match but it’s okay…

Matt laid in bed staring at the ceiling. The clock on his nightstand flashed 2:37 AM. The bright numbers were a harsh reminder of how late it had become. He sighed turning over for what felt like the hundredth time that night, but no position seemed comfortable. His mind was a whirl of thoughts. None of which seemed to settle down enough to let him sleep

He knew this feeling all too well. Nights when his brain just wouldn’t shut off, when every little worry and thought increased in the silence. But tonight felt different, heavier, and he knew there was only one person who could help him through it

Reaching for his phone he hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to wake her up but he needed her… badly. With a deep breath he scrolled to her name in his contacts and hit call

The phone rang twice before he heard her sleepy voice on the other end. “Matt? Is everything okay?”

The concern in her voice made his chest tighten with guilt but at the same time it was a comfort to hear her. “I’m sorry for waking you up Y/n” he said softly. “I just... I can’t sleep”

There was a pause and he could almost see her sitting up in bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Is something on your mind?” she asked gently

“I don’t even know” he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice. “I just feel agitated. Like I can’t shut my brain off”

Y/n was quiet for a moment, then she spoke, her voice soothing. “Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather just hear my voice?”

Matt felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth despite everything. She always knew just what he needed. “I think I just need you” he said. His voice barely above a whisper

“Okay” she replied softly, “I’m here. Why don’t you close your eyes and try to relax?”

He did as she said, closing his eyes and focusing on the sound of her voice. She started talking about their day, the little things they’d done together, the way she’d laughed at one of his bad jokes, and the plans they had for the weekend

As she talked he could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away. It was as if her voice was wrapping around him, comforting him in a way that nothing else could. He didn’t need to respond, she knew that just hearing her was enough

Minutes passed and Matt felt himself slipping into a calm, peaceful state. Her voice became softer, almost like a lullaby, and before he knew it, his breathing had evened out, his mind finally quiet

“Are you feeling better?” she asked after a while, her voice barely a murmur

“Yeah,” he whispered back, his words slurred with sleep. “Thank you Y/n. I love you”

“I love you too Matt” she replied softly. “Get some rest now”

With her voice still echoing in his ears Matt finally drifted off. knowing that no matter what, she would always be there to help him. Even if it was in the middle of the night

[strniohoeee]

Can you do like more big reader things? Like we need more big reader stories! 😔

Look At Yourself

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X plus size/chubby Female Reader

Synopsis: After going to a party with Chris, Y/N’s feelings are hurt, and there’s nothing like a bathroom pep talk that won’t fix it all!👥

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTT. I’m not a Chris girl, so idk why I be giving it my all when it comes to smut for him. I haven’t posted in 6 days, so I had to eat this one up. Hope you enjoyyyy

Song for the imagine: Objects in the Mirror- Mac Miller

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Someone like you is so hard to find

You can open up your eyes, or you can walk in blind

All I ask is that you hurry, I won’t hurt you

Don’t your worry

“You, me, music and drinks….sounds like the best time ever” Chris replied brushing his hands through my hair

“That does sound like lots of fun” I say looking over my shoulder at him

“Atta girl” he said tapping my chin with a closed fist

“Are Nick and Matt going?” I asked as I folded the laundry

“Of course they are” he said helping me fold

“Oh perfect so when you ditch me I’ll have them” I said looking at him again

“What? Me ditch you? Never” he said raising his brow at me

“Mmm I don’t know Chris….you tend to wander off and leave me stranded” I said

“Okay that was like one time” he said scoffing

“Mmm more like three times” I said giggling

“Whatever. I mean if you plan on wearing that black dress I bought you I won’t leave your side. Your ass looks so good in it” he said biting his lip

“You creep” I said throwing a shirt at his face

“HEY” he yelled throwing himself over the laundry basket to tackle me

“Chrisss get off” I said laughing

“NEVERRRR” he yelled holding me down

“STOPPP” I yelled giggling as he kissed all over my face

“I can’t my love for you is too strong” he said kissing my face aggressively

“Well put the love away” I said pushing him back

“Fine fine” he said backing off and pulling me up with him

“I love you so much” he said winking at me

“I love you more” I said tapping his nose with my finger

“Go get ready I’ll finish the laundry” he said

“Are you sure?” I asked him

“Yes babe I’m sure” he said shooing me

“Okay thank you baby” I said kissing him and hopping off the bed

I had spent the next two hours getting ready, and now it was time to get dressed. A moment I was dreading. Chris had got me this beautiful black silky dress a while back, and I never wore it. One day he went snooping through our closet and found it again, and began begging me to wear it. I finally gave in and said I’d wear it at the next event we would go to.

I didn’t expect an event to pop up so soon, and wish I bit my tongue making that promise. Don't get me wrong the dress was stunning, but since getting it for me I put on a little more weight, and I wasn’t happy with the way it hung to certain parts of my body.

Chris worshiped my body every damn day, and he never made me feel less than what I am. However that didn’t change how I felt about myself in my head. I mean I always knew I was a bigger girl, but when Chris started dating me his “fans” made sure I knew I was a bigger girl.

I mean I was very comfortable in my own skin and loved myself, but I often had those days of wishing I looked different, and not understanding how Chris picked me out of everyone else. He always told me that he didn’t care about what I looked like on the outside, and that it only mattered what was on the inside. But some days it was hard to believe that narrative.

“Babe, do I have to wear the dress?” I asked looking at Chris

“That was the promise wasn’t it?” He said sliding his shirt on

“I mean yeah, but I don’t know” I said looking over at the dress hanging up

“Don’t know about what?” He said furrowing his brows

“I mean it’s just….Ive put on weight since you got me that dress” I said looking at him

“So?” He said tilting his head at me

“Well it just hangs on to too much, and I feel fat” I said chewing my bottom lip

“Hey what did I tell you about using that word? What does it matter if you put on more weight? We’re in a happy relationship, and plus it means I feed my girl good” he said winking at me

“Yeah a bit too good” I said putting my hands on my hips

“Listen, you look beautiful no matter what. And that dress does not make you look fat okay? But if you don’t want to wear it then that’s okay too” he said coming up to me and placing his hands on my cheeks

“You know what I’ll put it on, and if I feel ugly in it then I’ll wear something else” I replied to him

“That works for me gorgeous” he said pecking my lips

I slid the dress on, and looked in the mirror. I mean it did indeed snatch me in more, but it just accentuated too much of my stomach region, and I wasn’t too happy about it.

I walked out to show Chris and his eyes lit up

“Damn baby that shit looks even better now” he said walking over to me

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better” I said rolling my eyes

“I don’t lie, you know this. You look jaw dropping, show stopping I mean you look so good” he said walking around me

“I’ll wear it Chris” I said looking at him

“If you don’t want to you don’t have to” he said hugging me from behind

“No I’m going to face my fears and wear it” I said nodding my head

“That’s my girl” he said gripping my ass and kissing my shoulder

We had all headed out to the party. To be honest I wasn’t even sure what the party was for, but Chris seemed excited about it.

When we arrived we all made our rounds saying hi to everyone, and Nick and Matt eventually broke off to hang with different people. I stood with Chris

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked me

“Yeah I am. It’s good to get out and dress up” I said looking over at him

“We should do this more often” he said bumping my shoulder with his own

“Mmm maybe” I said laughing

“Oh come on it’s fun” he said glancing at me

“It’s just so formal is all” I said referring to everyone dressed like it was a business party

“Ehh true, maybe we should do more house parties” he said

“That would be fun” I said nodding at him

“It would” he replied

“Hey I’m going to get a drink, want one?” I asked him standing up

“Uh yeah sure” he said looking up at me

“Let me guess…a Pepsi?” I said scratching my chin

“You know me so well” he said winking at me

I rolled my eyes playfully and walked away. Walking across the venue to the bar. The bartender was pretty busy, so I just looked around waving to some people I knew and having quick conversations with those passing by me.

“Good evening, what could I get for you?” The bartender asked over the music

“Hi! May I have a Pepsi and a Amaretto sour please” I said sliding my ID to him

“Sure thing” he said glancing at my ID and sliding it back to me

As I waited I turned around waving at Matt who was just a few feet away. When I looked back the bartender was handing me my drinks.

“Here you go ma’am” he said sticking two straws in them and sliding the drinks to me

“Thank you! How much?” I asked him opening my wallet

“Oh it’s an open bar” he said laughing

“Oh cool” I said nodding at him and smiling

I grabbed the drinks and headed back to our table. I was shocked to see a bunch of Chris' friends sitting with him. They were all laughing and I slowly slid in next to Chris handing him his drink

“Thank you babe” he said looking at me

I nodded and took a sip of my drink listening in on their convos as I looked at them.

“Are you drinking?” One of them asked me

“Uh yeah” I said laughing

“I mean should you be drinking?” Another one asked

“I’m 21, so legally I can” I said laughing

“Just because it’s legal doesn’t mean you should” the other one replied

“I’m sorry? What do you mean” I said furrowing my eyebrows

“Well, aren't you pregnant?” He asked pointing at me

“What? No, who said that?” I replied

“Oh well you just got a little bigger since the last time I saw you, so I assumed Chris knocked you up” he said laughing

“What? That’s such an asshole thing to say” I replied

“I mean not really….I guess you’re just fat” he said laughing

“Yo? What the fuck man. Are you okay in the head? Who do you think you are insulting my girl? You should know better than to ever say shit about a woman’s weight” Chris said looking at him

“I’m sorry man she just looked pregnant” he said throwing his hands up in defense

“Whatever” I said sternly and slammed my cup down

I grabbed my stuff and stood up

“Babe don’t go” Chris said

“No it’s fine” I said looking back at him

I walked away from the table and found Matt and Nick near the bar, so I walked over to them.

“Y/N” Nick said smiling at me

“Hey guys” I said

“Where’s Chris?” Matt asked

“Oh he’s catching up with some friends and I didn’t want to be a bother” I said nodding

“Ahhh got it” Matt replied

I was talking to them for a total of 10 minutes before Chris came up to us.

“There you are” he said smiling at me

“Left your friends?” I said smiling at him

“Yeah a while ago….they uhh were getting on my nerves” he said looking down at me

“Yeah I wasn’t the fondest of them” I replied

“Me neither” he said wrapping his arm over my shoulder

“Say want to step out real quick?” He asked me

“Umm yeah sure” I said looking up at him

We waved bye to Matt and Nick and walked out of the venue

“Listen don’t even think about what those assholes said” Chris replied stopping us

“I mean how can I not? Pregnant? Chris do you know how big I have to look for others to think I’m expecting” I said scoffing

“They’re just assholes who have childish minds. I promise you you do not look pregnant” he said grabbing my hands

“Chris yes I do okay. Stop lying to my face. I’m fat and ugly and you just feel pity towards me” I said rolling my eyes

“STOP IT OKAY! Stop telling me HOW I feel….that's not how I feel” he said gripping my hands harder

“You’re just being nice” I said looking away

Chris scoffed and let go of one hand. He looked around and spotted a restroom. He dragged me behind him as he stomped to the bathroom

“Why are we in here” I said finally pushing him off of him

“You’re not listening to me. I love you for you. I do not care what your body looks like, and I’m sick of you telling me how I feel because it’s wrong” he said looking at me

“Chris, how can you not care? I’m so much bigger than you and your friends are pointing it out too” I said getting annoyed

“Those aren’t my friends. Anywho who makes fun of any woman, especially my woman about their body, is no friend of mine.” He stated

“Whatever” I said stepping away from him

Chris grabbed me and walked towards the mirror

“Look at yourself” he said standing behind me

“No” I said looking away

“God dammit Y/N I said look at yourself” he said sternly grabbing my head and forcing me to look at my reflection

“You know what I see when I look at you?” He asked

“A disgusting sloppy loser” I said with a straight face

“NO. I see a beautiful intelligent woman who cares about everyone else but herself….a woman who’s so kind to others but says the most vile things about herself. You only have one body and one life to live. Stop wasting it by hating your own skin” he said shaking his head

“Chris, it's hard, okay. To constantly be reminded that I’ll never be thin and perfect like all those other girls. You’ll never know what it’s like to look in the mirror and wonder why you picked me” I said shaking my head

“Who cares about those other girls? I care about what’s in front of me, and what’s in front of me is you” he said looking at me with sad eyes

All I could do was shut my eyes and let a shaky breath out

“You’re so beautiful, and it kills me that you can’t see it” he said

Chris moved my hair over my shoulder and began to lay kisses on my left shoulder. Slow open mouth kisses causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

With his left hand he slid the strap down moving his kisses up to my neck and behind my ear

“Chris, what are you doing?” I moaned out tilting my head to the right side

“Shhh” he said running his left hand up my waist

He moved to my right shoulder and began kissing up my neck causing me to bite my bottom lip.

“We…we shouldn’t be doing this” I stuttered out

“Says who” he replied against my skin

“We could get caught” I moaned out

“Well then we better make it fast” he replied with a smirk

Chris’ hands went up my waist and to my breast squeezing them through the silk fabric

“Fuck Chris” I panted out letting my head fall back on his shoulders

“Shhh pretty girl I got you” he said kissing my ear

Chris slid the tight fabric up my body exposing my lower half

“Christopher we shouldn’t” I said grabbing his hands

“But we are” he said pushing my hands away

He ran his hands along my breasts squeezing as he kissed and sucked on my neck. His hands slowly grazing down my torso to my stomach.

“No” I said grabbing his hands and snapping my eyes open to look in the mirror

“No?” He said furrowing his brows

“I mean no not here, but yes” I said breathing heavily

“I think here is perfect, so you can look at yourself in the mirror” he replied licking his lips

“I’m not doing that” I said

“You’re going to look at yourself in the mirror, and watch me finger you giving you exactly what you want. Pulling an orgasm from you like it’s nothing. You’re going to watch your knees go walk as you fall over making a mess in my hand…got it?” He said whispering into my ear causing me to shudder

“Yes yes” I panted out

“Now look at yourself” he replied

I looked at myself in the mirror. Flat against Chris' chest as he stands taller than me. His left hand wrapped across my chest to keep me back as his right hand traveled along the skin of my stomach chasing goosebumps to form.

“Now you have to stay quiet” he said ghosting his right hand in my panty line

“Okay” I moaned out looking into his eyes to rough the mirror

Chris slowly slid his hand into my underwear cupping my cunt. My knees immediately buckling under me

“So soon?” He teased pulling me back tighter and all I could do was moan in response

He slid his middle finger down to my entrance picking up my arousal and sliding his finger back up to my clit

“Mmm so wet for me already?” He replied in a whisper

“Shut up” I said getting embarrassed

“Don’t get shy on me sweet girl” he said smirking

He brought his ring finger down, and with both his middle and ring finger he began to slowly rub my clit. Spreading my arousal around as I moaned out his name

“Feeling good baby?” He asked

“Very good” I said as my chest rose and fell rapidly

He brought his hand back out of my underwear and brought his two fingers to my mouth

“Suck” he said, and I did swirling my tongue around his finger and he removed them from my mouth

“Such a dirty mouth” he said into my ear before placing a kiss to my temple

He brought those same fingers back down to my pussy, and slowly slid his fingers into my entrance. Earning a long moan from me. The stretch of his fingers making me melt like ice cream in his hands

“I know it’s been a while, I’ve been neglecting my baby” he said kissing my cheek as he looked at me in the mirror

“Chris please don’t stop” I moaned out looking at him

He smiled and began to mercilessly pound his fingers in and out of me. All that could be heard was my shallow breathing and the wet sounds coming from my sopping cunt.

“Soo wet for me…you’re such a dirty girl” he said as he he curved his fingers hitting my G spot

“FUCK” I moaned out as my knees buckled again

“Remember you have to stay quiet” he said holding me up again

“I’m sorry” I said weakly as my mouth hung open

His fingers fucking into me at such a rapid rate his palm was hitting my clit in such a delicious way, and the sounds coming from my wet cunt we’re making me even more wet.

“Making such a mess for me, and I fucking love it” he said in a gruff tone

“Chrisss” I moaned in a high pitch tone

Chris switched between rubbing my clit and fingering me at a fast pace bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

My head fell forward as my jaw fell slack. I hadn’t realized I was drooling on Chris till he spoke

“Look at yourself pretty” he cooed

I lifted my head back and saw the string of saliva connect from my mouth to his arm as I locked eyes with him in the mirror

“Wow…my fingers have you this dumb you’re drooling all over me?” He said as his fingers moved faster

“Shit shitttt” I moaned out as I clenched down on his fingers

“You gonna cum?” He asked pouting at me through the mirror

“Please Chris…please I need it” I said

“On one condition” he said biting his lip

“Yes please god yes…what is it” I said moaning

“You have to say I am beautiful and I am loved” he said

“Chris no” I whined out

“Then no organs for you” he replied slowing down

“NO NO PLEASE, okay fine” I say moaned out batting my lashes at him

“Well then go on” he said picking the pace up again

“I am beautiful and I am loved” I said looking at myself in the mirror

“There we go” he said kissing my cheek

Chris began to rub my clit with his thumb as his fingers pounded into me

“IM GONNA CUM FUCKKK” I moaned out as I began to shake against his chest

“Come on baby you got this” he said kissing the back of my head

“Chris Chris I’m cumming” I moaned out

My thighs began to shake as my knees gave out causing Chris to hold me up. My jaw fell slack as we held eye contact in the mirror as my orgasm washed over me.

“Oh my god” I moaned out repeatedly as I came all over his fingers

He helped me ride out my high before removing his hand from my underwear. I slowly regained my balance and slid my dress down leaning onto the sink counter for support. Chris licked his fingers clean as he watched me in the mirror

“Sooo good” he moaned out

“Fuck Chris” I said still trying to catch my breath

“I told you baby you’re the only girl for me, and watching you shake and cum all over my fingers gets me going” he said smacking my ass

“I’m sorry Chris” I said standing up

“There’s no reason to be sorry. I need you to see how perfect you are and stop comparing yourself to others” he said washing his hands

“I will…thank you Chris I love you” I replied

“I love you too baby” he said drying his hands

He pulled me in for a hug and when we separated he kissed me for what felt like forever.

“I say we Uber home and finish what we started before Nick and Matt figure out we left” he said winking at me

“Okay” I said biting my lip and giggling like a schoolgirl

We headed home, and really took care of business. I don’t even think Nick and Matt realized we left them behind….

The End

Yallll I’m sorry for being gone for 6 days LMAOO, but now that the holiday season is over it’s time for me to get to work on these stories!😋 I love yall so much and hope you enjoyed this one!🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

[highschoolluver]

ALPHA! HQ BOYS x MANAGER! READER

ALPHA! HQ first years and their scents.

Pairings: Tobio Kageyama/reader, Shoyo Hinata/reader, Kai Tsukishima/reader, and Tadashi Yamaguchi/reader.

Warnings: None.

ALPHA! TOBIO KAGEYAMA 

Keynotes: Gunpowder, Rice, Authentic Matcha Powder, and Sea Salt.

Songs: Congratulations by Mac Miller, Infrunami by Steve Lacy, and Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean.

The first thing everyone seemed to notice about Kageyama was the intensity of his scent: especially during his middle school years. Alongside his short temper and inability to socialize, Kageyama’s scent made him all the more unpopular. 

His scent was weirdly engulfing to you which separated him from other alphas who usually had subdued scents with hints of strong notes like musk or sandalwood. Oddly enough, it didn’t turn you away from him.

When you first met him, the first thing you noticed was the sheer smell of gunpowder, which after speaking to Yachi and meeting the team, you figured out that it was coming from Kageyama. He was Beautiful, entirely a sight for your sore eyes. You didn’t hesitate to take up a position as a manager, and of course, didn’t hesitate to get closer to Tobio Kageyama.

In fact, if anything, it added to his allure. What interested you the most was that once you got over the smell of weaponry, the rest of his scent was oddly comforting.

In his calmer moments, the gunpowder's overall potency is replaced by notes like warm white rice and chunky sea salt. 

Despite the common characterization of Kageyama being arrogant and rude, Kageyama, at his heart, is simply a boy with a passion for the sport he’s loved for years. He misses social cues, can’t seem to be able to study properly, can’t seem to pass a math test but can calculate where and how hard he should hit a volleyball to score a point, and can’t easily communicate his emotions without yelling. These moments are when you can really make out the gentle details of the rest of his scent. When it's just you and Kageyama, not the great king of the court or the arrogant setter from Karasuno High School, you can smell the thoughtful picking of the brand of the powder, the careful measurements of hot water, and the brisk whisking needed to make a cup of matcha alongside a warm bowl of arroz con leche. It’s in these moments that Tobio Kageyama can’t deny his feelings for you.

ALPHA! SHŌYŌ HINATA

Keynotes: Carrot, Osmanthus, Waffle Cone, and Gasoline.

Songs: Oye Mi Amor by Maná, Brazil by Delcan Mckenna, You Look So Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer.

Miyagi prefecture is known for many things but mainly, it’s known for its festivals. More specifically, It’s the famous Tanabata summer festival. That day in mid july was when you first smelled him: His scent alone had nearly stopped you in your tracks. There, among the sea of alphas who smelled like amber, was a soothing yet very pungent smell. Commonly, flowery, sweet, and vegetable-like scents usually belonged to omegas and some betas. This scent was floral with a strong note of osmanthus and warm sugar, however, the sheer intensity could only have belonged to an Alpha. When you looked in the direction of the aroma, you could only see the crowd and faintly smell the lingering scent of lighter fluid.

You never managed to forget the scent, afterall, it was so unique that it nearly drove you insane the rest of the summer. School started back up and one of your friends, Yachi, managed to get herself a position as one of the managers of the Karasuno volleyball team. Yachi eventually, through the fact that she begged and pleaded with you nearly every day to become a manager, convinced you to become a manager as well. The day that you first went into the gym was the day you met that alpha with the odd scent all those months ago.

The immediate smell of Gasoline filled your nose as you stopped dead in your tracks. There he was; you knew in your soul that it was the man that had fascinated you back in July. His brown eyes landed on your figure as he stood there before you. There was a shift in his scent, the bitter notes of carrot and gasoline were gone as they were replaced by something much sweeter: Instead, honeyed apricots and sugary waffle cones filled the air. 

He had noticed you back then too, back in July when the sun was setting and the only thing he could make out was your love-struck eyes. 

ALPHA! KEI TSUKISHIMA

Keynotes: Oatmilk, Hot Iron, Leather, and Papaya.

Songs: Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex, Playground Love by Air and Gordon Tracks, Religion by Lana Del Rey.

Someone once told you that Papaya was the fruit of love. They said that if someone were to eat the papaya’s fruit and its seeds before they kissed someone, then the two were promised eternal love. That was back before you learned that Papaya seeds were extremely toxic and that the flesh was barely sweet. 

You and Tsukishima had never really talked, even before high school. He always kept to himself and when he didn’t, he was extremely snarky and sassy, which made you want to talk to him even less. Despite his rude character, he never really treated you like that. Ever since Elementary school, Tsukishima had never once insured you. Instead, he either went along with what you said or stayed silent. His eyes always seemed to lock onto yours, even as children, which led Yachi and Kiyoko to speculate about what Tsukishima thought about you.

Yachi always reminds you of what happened that day when she talks about the two of you. Karasuno and Nekoma had a sparring match on a cool September day. After the practice match, the two teams had run out of water bottles which had prompted Coach Ukai to send you out to a nearby grocery for more. Despite it being somewhat light out, Ukai still sent an Alpha to accompany you, and that's how Kei Tsukishima joined you.

His scent, which was extremely intimidating with heavy notes of brown leather and hot metal, lingered in the air as he looked down at you. You had never realized just how tall he was compared to you, how much space he took up despite being so anti-social, and just how attractive he was under the streetlight. Usually, you would just politely ignore him but, under the early stars and cool 7:00 P.M. air, you couldn’t look away. His eyes, once so disinterested and dismissive, were full of passion and animalistic desire. You couldn’t bear to look away as Tsukishima suggested that the two of you deserved something sweet: a “reward” in his words for being such a “good manager” and for working “so hard”. 

In the end, he was the one who cut up the papaya he had bought for the two of you. He brought some of its flesh and seeds to his soft lips. The scent of ripe papaya and sweet oat milk wafted in the clean air as the taste of the fruit and its seeds lingered on your lips and in your mouth.

ALPHA! TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

Keynotes: Seawater, Ironed Laundry, Banana Leaf, and Cotton.

Songs: And I Love Her by Santo & Johnny, Oh My Angel by Bertha Tilman, and Contigo by Los Panchos.

You had always had a bit of a crush on Yamaguchi. Which, embarrassingly enough, was the entire reason why you had become a manager of the team. 

You always looked at him from a distance, never truly crossing the invisible line between the two of you. Because of this, you were able to realize a few things about him: He was extremely awkward around all girls, when he tanned he seemed to get even more freckles, his hair never was too long or too short, he always seemed to follow Kei Tsukishima, and he wasn’t like another alpha you had ever met. 

His scent wasn’t proactive or strong, it was somewhat faint that you initially mistook him for a beta. It was calm and so comforting that you couldn’t help but gravitate towards him. He smelled like the Pacific Ocean and sweet banana leaves, like long days on the sandy beaches of the Miyagi prefecture.  He smelled like some distant home, one where you’ll come back to after a long day in some bustling city, probably Tokyo, and relax in this small comfort. You’d come back to the aroma of warm clothes and cotton and greet your husband, Yamaguchi just doesn't know it yet but the two of you are already married, and he’d kiss you ever so gently. He’d kiss you just to kiss you because that’s exactly the type of man and alpha Tadashi Yamaguchi is.

In his presence, you felt safe. Yamaguchi, by no means, was the strongest, toughest, or scariest alpha you had met. But there was something in those awkward conversations, the vulnerability was intimate and of young love. Things like when he stuttered your name while helping you with something, when his knee would touch yours but neither one of you pulled away, or when he would look at you with such gentleness that it stunned you. There was no lust, no animatic desire, and no malice in those puppy eyes. There was only love, pure love, love that everyone grows up with.

You had spent such a long time yearning for Tadashi Yamaguchi that you had lost sight that he had started to look at you the same way.

AUTHOR NOTES: T’was fun to write ngl but let know if you enjoyed and if you want more!!!! tysmm for reading

[hannamoon143]

Silver springs- Fleetwood Mac

Bang Chan with "Silver springs" from Fleetwood Mac for the fall series

Genre: Angst, Hurt/no comfort?

Warnings: metion of crying, none rlly ig

Word count: 1k

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a/n: hii, this is based on this req from @asherthehimbo. I didn't know the song before and actually idk if it turned out good or not,help. Well get ur blanket and hot cocoa and have a cozy fall <33

Was it worth everything? To you, oh yes, it was. But chan? No, it wasn’t.

Chan, the man that always worked, always giving his attention to his laptop. You always kind of understood him. You knew how much his job meant to him, because it was the same for your own. And of course you were understanding when he couldn’t come home early somedays, or when he wouldn’t talk to you when he had to finish something. But when this „somedays“ got „always“ you weren’t so understanding anymore.

You weren’t able to count the times you tried to make him see clear. You tried to tell him that of course he could work and do everything he needed to, but maybe at least a bit attention would be nice. At least one time in what, two months? And you knew he understood what you meant. After one night where he came home late and you told him that everything, he was promising to do better, that he would only need to work so much till the comeback, and then he would be fully yours.

The worst thing was, he knew that it was a lie from that moment on. As you were a singer yourself, you probably knew that this was a lie, but you didn’t want to believe it.

It wasn’t that chan was trying to hurt you on purpose. Actually it was the opposite. He didn’t know what to tell you, that wouldn’t make you leaving. So telling a lie that made everything a bit more justified, seemed to be a good solution for the moment. And you wanted to believe him. You stayed quiet when he worked through the nights, sometimes not even coming home, but when he was home, ignoring you entirely.

And then? Well then the comeback was there. All the said work was done, and you were hopefull now everything would go back to… well what you could call normal. But you thought wrong. After that he made up more excuses. Sometimes the boys needed him, sometimes he would have meetings, sometimes he just needed to finish that one track.

And slowly you were growing more and more tired of it. You knew chan was not a bad guy. That was the only reason you didn’t already leave. He was kind, and the people and things he loved mattered more than anything to him. And maybe exactly that was the problem. You never judged him because of that, but from time to time you had to realize that his work more important to him than you. You had wished to at least be just the same important to him as them.

So one night, where you had decided to take things in your own hands with telling him how you felt at a date, he agreed to come and talkt hings out. But what a wonder, he forgot it.

That night you cried yourself to sleep. All the expressed words and feelings in you were simply to overwhelming. But as you did that, you decided that it was the last time, you were doing this because of him. This last night you would be hurting because of him. But tomorrow? That was a new day.

You left. You didn’t say much to him, since he wasn’t really listening to you anyways. But you weren’t a person to break up with someone over text so you just grabbed all your stuff, your key to your shared apartment, and drove to his studio. You went in, laid the key at the table and said you were leaving. The ironical thing was chan didn‘t even look up. He mumbled something of you having to calm down a bit then you two could talk. He was thinking you were just mad at him for working late again and being dramatic. But oh, the fool should have listened to you for once.

Because you, you kept your promise. You didn’t cry again because of him. You were concentrating on your work. You were hearing from stray kids‘ succes since you were in the same branche but that was it already.

And slowly, but firm, you worked your way up. You became more famous, you newest album hitting the charts. You gained lots of fans, succes and more than you could have dreamed off. So basically your name was everywhere now.

But chan, wished it wasn’t. When he finally began to realize that you had left he tried to gain you back for a while but gave up. He tried to tell himself it was alright, when for him it wasn’t. He knew it was his own fault, with the constant lies and excuses, but he wished it ended different. He listened to the records you once made together for fun, every night. And then suddenly you dropped another album, and you gained so much more attention. Chan couldn’t stand it. Your face was haunting him everywhere, on the streets, on social media, and in his dreams. If he would have made time for you, would things have ended different?

Surely he tried to reach out a few times. You weren’t cruel, you always politely declined, or just cut his actions. Because you’d lie if you’d say you didn’t love him. You weren’t sorry for the time spent with him, because at the beginning it made you truly happpy and feel loved. But it just wasn’t right. Maybe things could have been right if both of you tried to change, but you were stubborn. And could you really have changed that much?

Now as time flew by, things were healing for you. You worked to get back the confidence and trust in yourself you lost with chans lies and excuses. You were thinking it was the right decision that you left chan, since you were being more focused on other things, and also having more succes in things you truly loved.

And chan? Well he would move on, after a long time probably. But still, he would never entirely get away from the sound of the woman that loved him.

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[brainddeadd]

Request-Nico Hischier

You weren’t feeling well so you didn’t go to the devils game. That didn’t stop you from watching it on TV and seeing the devils lose miserably. You get to work to making Nico a comfort food snack, run a bath, and wait for him to arrive…essentially just how you would comfort him when he’s upset after a loss.

Comforting Nico After A Loss

The sound of the television echoed through your living room as you sat curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon. You hadn’t felt well enough to go to the game, but you couldn’t bring yourself to miss watching it from home. As the final buzzer sounded, you winced at the sight of the Devils’ disappointing loss. You could see the frustration etched on the players’ faces, especially Nico’s.

You sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. You knew how much he invested emotionally in every game, and it hurt to think about how upset he must be. Determined to lift his spirits, you got up from the couch, your energy slightly renewed by the idea of comforting him after the game.

Heading to the kitchen, you pulled out the ingredients to make his favorite comfort food: mac and cheese with crispy bacon bits and a sprinkle of green onions. As the water boiled, you chopped the bacon, letting the savory aroma fill the air. Cooking always calmed you, and you hoped the familiar scents would bring a smile to Nico’s face later.

While the macaroni boiled, you prepared a tray with some snacks—a couple of his favorite chocolate bars and a cold soda. Once the mac and cheese was ready, you plated it up beautifully, ensuring it looked as comforting as it tasted.

With the food ready, you moved to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water and pouring in some lavender bath oil. The scent wafted through the air, creating a tranquil atmosphere. You lit a couple of candles and dimmed the lights, making it a cozy sanctuary.

With everything prepared, you settled onto the couch, glancing at the clock. Nico would be home soon. You couldn’t wait to see him, to wrap your arms around him and let him know he was supported, even on a tough night like this.

Just as you were about to lose yourself in thought, you heard the sound of the door opening. Your heart skipped a beat as you jumped up, excitement bubbling within you. Nico walked in, his expression tired but softening the moment he saw you.

“Hey,” you said, a gentle smile breaking across your face. "I'm sorry."

He dropped his bag on the floor and ran a hand through his tousled hair, his features showing the weight of disappointment. “I'm glad you weren't there for that. We didn’t play well.”

You walked over, pulling him into a warm embrace. He sighed, leaning into you, and you could feel the tension in his body begin to melt away.

“I made you some comfort food,” you said softly, pulling back to look into his eyes. “And I thought you might want to unwind in a bath.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to,” you replied, guiding him toward the kitchen. “You always put so much into the game. It’s okay to feel upset, and I’m here to help you feel better.”

He smiled, a genuine warmth in his gaze. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

You both sat down at the table, and you served him the mac and cheese, watching as his eyes lit up with appreciation. “This looks amazing. Thank you,” he said, taking a bite and sighing contentedly. “You really know how to cheer me up.”

“I try my best,” you replied, feeling a swell of happiness at his reaction. You chatted about the game, listening as he expressed his frustrations. It felt good to be there for him, offering support and understanding.

After he finished eating, you led him to the bathroom, where the warm water and lavender scent awaited him. “Take your time. I’ll be right here if you need anything,” you said, watching as he slipped into the tub, a look of relief washing over his face.

As he settled in, you sat on the edge, running your fingers gently through his hair. “You played your heart out, Nico. You can’t let one loss define you.”

He smiled softly, looking up at you with gratitude. “Thanks for reminding me of that. I’m really lucky to have you.”

You leaned down, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. “You’re never alone in this. I’ll always be here to support you.”

With the warm bath and your presence, you could see the tension slowly fading from his shoulders. The evening stretched on as you talked, shared laughter, and wrapped him in love, knowing that no matter how the games went, you’d always find ways to comfort each other.

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah!! I’m just imagining one night reader and Eddie’s pillow talk after a long day with Dorothy or even when she was pregnant and I know reader sneaks in wanting cheese fries into the conversation 😂 I love them!!💕💕

Hiii babes!! I love this because you know their pillow talk is just so random especially when she was pregnant😂 so I hope you enjoy these little glimpses into what their late night convos are like!💖

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“Jesus Christ why are your feet so fucking cold?” “I was too sleepy to put socks on…stop moving Eddie how am I supposed to shove them between yours if you keep wiggling away from me?” “That’s the point you can’t…just let me go get you some socks so we can both get comfortable.” “I’m perfectly content…” “yeah well it feels like I have actual ice cubes on my feet so I’m gonna-” “You’re ruining this moment you asshole just lay down and let me cuddle you.” “But…but your feet…are so fucking cold baby.” “Just lay down and you’ll forget all about my feet in a few minutes.” “How will I forget?…oh is this like…your way of saying we can do sexy stuff that’ll distract me from your glacier feet?” “Yeah…go get me some socks.”

“Did I tell you what Steve told me today when he came to drop off some snacks for me at work?” “Snacks? Baby I packed you a whole fucking lunch.” “So?…what’s lunch have to do with snacks? Oh hand me my chapstick please.” “Here…I guess…snacks and lunch don’t really have anything in common minus being food…but no what did Steve tell you?” “He said he has a date!” “He’s Steve…he always has a date.” “Don’t be an asshole Eddie he’s really excited about this one…wants me to meet her this weekend.” “He wants you to meet her?…Why?” “What do you mean why?” “Is he trying to scare her off?” “Edward James Munson what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Ouch you’re so violent before bed…I’m just saying We all remember what happened with the last girl he brought over…” “She tried to take a bite of my Mac and cheese…I was like eight months pregnant you can’t just try to take my food without me screaming or crying…” “yeah well you ended up doing both…” “I’m his bestfriend Eddie he just wants to get my opinion on her that’s all…” “and probably show off his uncle skills with Dotty…he knows girls melt at the sight of a man holding a baby.” “That’s true…you look dreamy holding Dotty.” “Do I really?” “Yes but do go getting all cocky about it…”

“Is that my shirt?” “No it’s mine.” “Baby…did you go into my dresser and steal another one of my shirts?” “No…I went into the closet and stole one of your shirts…they are perfect for sleeping and you sleep half naked so figured it’s fine.” “Yeah yeah it’s fine…can you uh..is it okay if we cuddle a little before bed? I’ve had a long day.” “We cuddle every night before bed…” “i mean uhm..like can..I uh-” “you wanna be the little spoon don’t you?” “Yes.” “Fine but only if you put your hair up so it’s not all in my face…you know I hate when it gets in my mouth.” “Of course…I love you.” “I love you too now come to momma…tell me all about your day.” “You know how I feel about you calling yourself momma in the bedroom.” “Oh right forgot no momma for me but daddy for you is allowed…that’s so rude.” “Don’t start with the daddy thing unless you’re in the mood to fool around….” “Did you use a new body wash? You smell like…lavender?” “I accidentally used the bed time baby wash we use for Dotty…I thought it was one of your fancy ones…” “it smells nice…god you’re so warm it’s like you’re my own space heater.” “Yeah we need to get your levels checked because it’s like frosty the fucking snowman is spooning me right now.” “At least I didn’t forget my socks this time.” “Thank god for that…”

“When did you know you were in love with me?” “What?” “When did you realize you were in love with me? I mean it took you months to even ask me on a date so I’m just curious.” “Oh uh well…I kinda knew the moment I saw you shove a whole chicken nugget into your mouth and wash it down with a milkshake after we bought Dotty’s crib….I just looked at you and thought…yeah…that’s her…she’s the one.” “What the fuck Eddie that was like a whole month before my baby shower.” “Yeah…I know…but I didn’t wanna freak you out so I figured a date first would be smart.” “For me it was when you came to pick me up from lovers lake at like three in the morning because my car wouldn’t start…that’s when I kinda started seeing you as someone I could actually enjoy being around.” “That’s the first time I stayed the night with you.” “I know…I just enjoyed you being around and when I woke up and you were still there it just…meant a lot to me.” “I’ll always be here…I’m not going anywhere.” “I know…” “I love you…I’d marry you if you’d stop telling me no.” “I love you too…I know you would…but I’m never gonna say yes…sorry.” “It’s fine baby…I’m never gonna stop asking….ya know just incase you change your mind.”

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

can we get a fic where r is a nurse or med student and she just had a terrible terrible day at work and steve just comforts her? ly <3

i know nothing about the medical world so forgive me. kinda basing this from a breakdown i had after orientation for my job then texting a friend for some help.

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silence. peace and quiet after a twenty-four hour on call shift. no beeping monitors, no patients getting angry with you, no messes to clean up; just you sitting in your car letting your brain melt. and then the tears started to sting, face pinching to withhold yourself but letting the floodgates free. your breathing was labored and your head was getting fuzzy, you hoped no one was a witness to your breakdown.

fingers death gripping onto your leather steering wheel, head falling forward and almost hitting your horn. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to take deep slow breaths, needing to steady yourself before making the thirty minute drive back to your apartment where steve was waiting for you.

steve. with his name popping into your head you reached into your bag, pulling your phone and flipping it open then pressing one to speed dial the landline. the dial tone rang twice and then you heard his voice.

“harrington residence.” just those two words from your husband lifted your sorrows for a moment, allowing you to calmly speak into the receiver. “hi honey.” a sigh of relief before a wet hiccup followed.

you could hear the concern when steve asked, “hey, you off? need me to pick you up?” already knowing you had your car with you, but also knowing you would be exhausted to drive.

you shook your head even though it wasn’t seen, “no, no. just… just wanted to see if you needed anything?” closing your eyes as the welling tears continued. “want something for lunch? was gonna stop by-“

“it’s fine, honey. i already cooked something for you. just get home safe. i love you.” and he didn’t hang up right away, waiting for you to respond back. a croaked “i love you,” then quick to press the end call button. you took deep calming breaths, five in five out, before starting the engine and cutting the radio off.

you kept to the speed limit, sometimes going three over or even five under causing people to honk and speed past you. you didn’t have the energy to care about their pissed stares, just counting the stop lights until you hit your block, rolling into the complex then pulling into your parking spot.

your bones felt like liquid as you gathered your bags and drinks, locking your car then heading up the one flight of stairs. a quick left then past three doors and you stood outside yours, number 736, a lovely floral reef circled the peep hole.

with a heavy hand you slid your key into the lock, turned the knob and was greeted to the warm lighting and laugh track blaring from the tv. the lingering smell of mac and cheese with some baked chicken and steamed veggies caused your stomach to gargle.

“hey pretty.” steve’s smooth voice slid into the hallway with you, his hands reaching out to take your load off your shoulders.

he made sure to keep your belonging organized and hang your coat on the rack. he knelt to the floor and helped tug your sneakers off your aching feet before ushering your further into the apartment to the couch.

reruns of your favorite sitcom light the room as steve leaned in to press a tender kiss on your left temple, eyes closing in contentment. “i’ll be back with our food.”

steve was gone less than five minutes and you could feel your eyes growing heavy as each second passed, head lulling to rest on the back of your couch. you smiled and chuckled low at a joke you already knew, but it still tickled you pink.

“kept it in the oven to stay warm. hope it taste good, i followed the recipe for the mac and chicken, but you know me.” steve set the two plates on the small table covering your feet. “how’s my girl doing?”

he rested a palm to your left thigh and rubbed over your scrubs comfortably. you took a deep inhale before sighing out, “draining.” the one word sufficient in summarizing everything.

steve hummed, “sorry. but luckily you’re taking the next two days off. how about we just rot in bed for one day and then be slightly adults the next day. how’s that sound?” his browns eyes darkened and shaded with the flickering light.

leaning your head onto his right shoulder and fighting sleep you yawned out, “sounds perfect.” the laugh track and commercials becoming your white noise.

[softly-sirius]

A little slice of heaven

sydney x fem! reader x carmen (they're all dating)

plot: syd and carm come home after a long day of work and find comfort in you. pure fluff!!

Warnings: Carmen is taller than the reader, reader wears a cropped top and panties. reader makes mac and cheese, but does not eat the mac and cheese herself! so ppl with dairy allergies don't feel left out

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When Carmen gets home, all he can think about is sleeping.

Sydney is stood, at his side, hooking her puffer jacket onto the decorative coat stand that came with the apartment. It hadn’t been at the apartment on the initial viewing, but when they had moved in, there it was. Its brushed metallic paint shined gold in the sunlight. It wasn’t intended to be kept, but eventually, it felt like the apartment wouldn’t have been the same without it. 

Carmen felt like he had a lot in common with the coat rack. 

Sydney toed off her shoes in silence, pushing them neatly against the wall. He knew she was doing it for his sake. She did a lot of things she didn’t before, simply for his sake. 

They were both exhausted, too tired to talk. It was an established fact that talking with each other when they felt like this, still pent up from the day, could leave them more angry than not. So they stayed in comfortable silence. Sydney reflecting upon a fleeting day, Carmen brooding over what needs to be done on the next. 

Carmen goes to the kitchen, feeling like he would rather go anywhere but. He wants to shower, so he can scrub away the remains of the day. He wants to face plant into bed and sleep without setting an alarm. 

He knows he can’t though, while he would happily let himself go hungry, he wouldn’t let Syd. So he goes in with intentions to make a quick sandwich. A way to say thank you for not pushing him to talk even though he knows she so desperately wants to. He’s trying his best, but some days he still can’t handle it. 

Then he hears the sizzling of hot oil in a pan. 

He sees you, who should be long in bed, standing at the stove, spatula in hand. 

You’re barely wearing anything, a pair of panties and a cropped tank top. He and Sydney both have told you not to wear so little when cooking with hot oil. You never listen though. You’re wiggling your hips to a song that he can hear muffled, coming from your headphones. 

Carmen takes a moment to drink you, still getting used to the fact that this is real. That he isn’t alone anymore and he has two people to take care of, who in turn take care of him. 

Sydney wastes no time in making her way to you, arms wrapping around your waist, a kiss pressed to your cheek. Sydney has been used to your kindness far longer than Carmen. 

You squeal, at first from shock and then from affection. Giving Sydney two sticky kisses of her own. “Welcome home,” you greet, voice soft and silky. 

Not wanting your efforts to go to ruin, you squeeze Sydney tightly in one arm then use your other to stir a big pot, filled to the brim with Mac and Cheese. A simple meal, one you’re confident you can cook to edible standards. 

It’s still a little nerve-wracking, cooking for two people who are so talented. You feel like a child holding out a crayon drawing to Gustave Courbet. You’re not sure you’ll ever feel on equal footing with them in the kitchen, but you know, that your mac and cheese goes down well on nights like these.

Carmen is still awkward in his affections. “You didn’t need to do this,” He says timidly walking over to the stove. Carmen appreciates the tidiness of the kitchen, the pots already cleaned and drying on the rack. You’re stirring the mac and cheese around, waiting for the patties on the skillet to finish cooking. 

Syd’s head is resting against your shoulder, she’s completely lax against you. You have this magic about you that Carmen so clearly lacks, of making people feel calm. 

“I know,” You reply, a smug grin on your face as you lean up for a kiss. Carmen reciprocates, kissing you short and sweet.  Sydney pouts at being disrupted, half-asleep against you. You kiss her, to soothe her, but continue your doteing on Carmen. 

Your hand briefly leaves the wooden spoon, moving instead to run through Carmen's hair and scratch down the back of his neck. His shoulders relax a little, eyes closing at the brief feeling of bliss. 

He grimaces when your hand goes back to the spoon, in need of your tender touches.“Why don’t you go for a shower bear, it’ll be all ready when you’re done,” 

He nods, still not really up to talking if he doesn’t need to. He unhunches his back, going back to his full height but then hesitates, leaning down again to press a firm kiss to the side of your head. 

He leaves the room with pink staining his cheeks. You can’t help but grin, endeared by his little affections. 

Syd plays with your fingers, mumbling into your shoulder, now that Carmen has gone, about the stressors of the day. An asshole who kept sending food back, a delivery driver with no manors, a ruined pot of sauce. 

You nodd along, content to listen and let her burn off steam. 

“Is this ok?” You ask, holding out a spoon of pasta to her, hand cupped underneath. You know it is, but enjoy the act of feeding her too much to not ask for her opinions. 

She opens her mouth, letting you guide the spoon to her. You adore Sydney when she gets like this, like a tired baby, happy for you to dote on. Your tired baby. She likes to do things herself, used to being self-sufficient. You enjoy it when she lets do things for her.

She hums around the spoon, making no effort to open her eyes at any point. “Really good,”

You smile, unsure you can even feel more content. 

A few minutes later the shower cuts off, Carmen walks back into the kitchen, pyjamas resting low on his hips. Syd is almost asleep on your shoulder, drooling into your spaghetti straps. 

You couldn’t be more in love.

[hatelangdon]

I got you, baby.

Pt 1 / 1094 words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Angst, Hurt/ No comfort turns into Fluff and Hurt/comfort

(🚨Warnings: ABUSIVE language from a partner, physical ABUSE from a partner, crying, verbal stutters, anxiety attack? Maybe?🚨)

Summary: Zoe left, it was all too much for her. Kyle has made himself physically ill from the heartbreak he feels, and Madison isn't necessarily the best caregiver and someone needs to show him some kindness.

(A/N: I love my sweet angel baby, he deserves only the best. IM SO SORRY IF THIS BREAKS YOUR HEART IT BROKE MINE WRITING IT Also, this is not proofread i'm sorry but Kim, there's people that are dying.)

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It had been a week since Zoe's departure from the coven, it was all too much. Taking care of Kyle, Madison's constant harassment, and the pressures of training her powers had drowned her spirit. She had managed to make it out of Kyle's grip in the middle of the night and sneak out.

The only thing that she left was a goodbye note telling Kyle that she loved him but ultimately she chose herself. 

Nights were always the hardest you could hear Kyle crying throughout the walls of the mansion.

 Zoe had basically left him high and dry and in the hands of Madison, who’s attempts to comfort him weren't the greatest. Her patience was thin and if Kyle wasn't calming down fast enough for her she would often become very cruel towards him.

The other girls tried to help him stay sane during the day, Queenie would often read to him, and misty would play Fleetwood Mac and invite him to dance, in attempts to lift his spirits.

You wanted to do more but you had only joined the coven about a month ago so you didn't really know Kyle well enough to extend more than a passing smile if he was near. 

It would work for the most part, he felt better as long as he was distracted.

But once nighttime rolled around and he had no Zoe to hold onto that's when everything would change. It had gotten so bad that Cordelia often had to create botanic concoctions from the greenhouse and have him drink it as a sedative so the poor baby could get some sleep, instead of keeping himself awake from sobbing from heartache. 

It was Wednesday, 8 PM that's usually when the trouble started

“Zoe…Zoe...” you could hear Kyle sobbing but his voice was more hoarse than usual

“she's not here you idiot! I keep telling you this! she left you, she didn't want you, she doesn’t love you like I do!,” Madison barked back

which only made Kyles cries louder, he hated when she spoke to him like that.

“I am so sick of this!”

There was suddenly a loud thump on the wall and you heard Kyle scream which caused you to get out of bed and see what was going on.

Madison had thrown him back onto the wall where she was repeatedly kicking him and yelling.

” I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT WHO CARES ABOUT YOU! STOP CALLING FOR HER, SHE'S NOT COMING BACK YOU ONLY HAVE ME!”

It's only made Kyle cry harder as he shielded his face from her relentless attacks, he was much stronger than her and more than capable of throwing her across the room if he wanted, but he couldn't seem to get up.

“Kyle sorry! Kyle Sorry!” He choked out repeatedly but Madison was not letting up.

She suddenly stopped, stooping down and grabbing his face making him look up at her.

“you wonder why Zoe left," she scoffed "look at how needy and ungrateful you are, I'm trying to help you and all you can think about is her.”

Your heart broke at the sight, and without even thinking you had thrown Madison across the room with a flick of your wrist. You didn’t even know you had the power, but it came to you with ease in that moment. You marched over to Madison where you had thrown her, even though Kyle was in distress you needed to set her straight first and give him time.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” She sat up to look at you, rubbing her head

“have you lost yours?” Your tone was so calm it was almost sinister, you stare down at her your eyes piercing she suddenly started to cough it felt like someone was gripping her throat, you were doing it, with your mind. “Now, Madison I'm going to keep this very short and simple for you,” you tilted your head

“you can choose to leave the house or I can crush your windpipe, and have you die a second time." You smiled "hold up your fingers, option one or two?”

Madison, lips blue held up her index finger and you released your grip from her neck.

“I never wanna see anything like that again.” your glare intensified and you turned around to check on Kyle.

"stupid bitch"  Madison stood up, of course she tried to lunge at you but you're smarter than that, all it took was a slight raise of your hand and she was frozen mid air, you decided to keep her that way.

Kyle had balled himself into the corner, he was absolutely inconsolable, hitting his head with his hands as he sobbed

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” he repeated over and over again as his face only got redder and redder.

Your already broken heart had torn clean in half at the sight. You got down to his level 

“Kyle no, no no no no no” you whispered, grabbing his hands to stop him from bashing his own head

“Hey buddy, it’s y/n. You’re safe, just calm down for me." You tried to rub his back to comfort him, but you were suddenly surprised by his arms wrapping around you completely, as he sobbed into your shoulder, shaking.

“I'm sorry she did this to you, I got you. I got you." You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, trying to soothe him as he hid himself away in the crook of your neck, you could feel his muscles become less tense as you held him. He felt so warm, and his eyes were rimmed red and puffy, he obviously wasn't feeling very well.

"Let's get you into bed honey, you're exhausted." you rocked him back and forth, his cries had calmed down but his hold on you had not eased. You were very careful to lift him with your own body, you felt him tense back up as he realized Madison was still in the room although she was frozen his knees buckled, if you hadn't been holding him up he would've fell back down.

"...We'll put you in my bed tonight, is that okay?" you held his cheek in the palm of your hand while his big brown eyes met yours.

He nodded

"Y-y-y/n g-good." he pressed his forehead to yours.

you blinked a couple times, and nodded,

"I am good, I'm going to take care of you Kyle. okay? I won't let anyone else hurt you."

The blonde gave you a gentle smile, and held your hand as you lead him down the hall to your room.

(Part 2 )

[ambiguouslady42]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff (some suggestive content), Heavy Angst, No Comfort.

Synopsis: The summer of 2018 is exciting and new with your summer love, but summer doesn't last forever. The events are written in the past tense.

Tags: @hayatoseyepatch, @awkwardchick87, @peachsukii, @jellyfishart, @pixelcafe-network

Note: The events in this are canon to the manga (Post-Shibuya), so spoilers ahead if you haven't read ahead or finished the series. This is my way of coping with the end of the series. I did cry writing this, but it was helpful. The concept came about after listening to Fleetwood Mac

I didn't mean to love you, I didn't think it would work out

Summer was busy that year in 2018. You were dealing with curses left and right, but you didn’t complain. You saw it as a reason to travel all over the country and deal with the nuisances that were manifesting from everyday people. You knew it wasn’t pleasant to deal with this kind of work and it was life and death, but you always tried to look at the positives. It was hard to be optimistic in this line of work, but a certain person had caught your heart, Satoru Gojo 

That summer, you were either alone or teaming up with other Jujutsu sorcerers. Sometimes you would chaperone the students from Jujutsu Tech to their missions and stood outside as they tackled the mission on your own. You always reminded them to be careful and you knew you’d intervene at any given moment. One night, you were asked to pair up with Gojo. You at first were baffled because he didn’t need any help to take care of any missions. However, you were there just to make sure he didn’t cause that much damage. The stakes were up when the search for the missing finger belonging to the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, went missing. You felt silly at first listening to Gojo when he told you that you should come along with him to try the kikufuku while he sent Megumi to find the finger himself. Before you could intervene to tag along with Megumi instead, he had teleported you to the stand. 

You felt dizzy from being teleported, but he was there to catch your fall. This further made your resolve difficult to keep your cool around him You fought with yourself that you needed to be there to support Megumi, but this tall and gorgeous man teleported him with you, maybe he might’ve felt something too? You have never tried kikufuku so that made Gojo more determined for you to try it. After he purchased it, he decided that he was going to give you the first bite. 

“I can take that and take the bite myself!”, you say, with your cheeks turning red. As far as you remember.

“Woman, you never tried it. I should be the one giving the lady her first bite.” He said with that shit-eating grin. 

“No! I can do it by myself!” you pushed back but suddenly you were laughing so loudly. 

“It’s really cute when you laugh, you know that?”, he told you. 

Gojo had removed his blindfold to get a good look at you. Turning bright red, you looked at him. He looked at you as if he was gazing into your soul. Did he know that you had feelings for him? Your heart beat so quickly for him. The first moment that you developed feelings for him was when you saw his display of cockiness. The more he would call others “weak” would irk you, but somehow that further attracted you to him. 

You had only heard the stories of how he developed his curse technique, particularly how he learned the Hollow Purple. You knew that from the moment he learned this technique, he was considered “the strongest”. You had never seen him use his technique, but you knew you were in good hands with him if anything were to happen. When his best friend Suguru defected, he maintained a friendly, goofy façade, but somehow, you knew that it would be difficult for him to be close to anyone. You sensed at times that there was a loneliness to him when you saw him walking around with his students. The worst kind of loneliness is the one where you’re surrounded by others, but you still feel alone. 

“Gojo?” 

“It’s Satoru, but, yes?” that smile he gave you was always so reassuring 

“As annoyed as I am that you brought me here, thanks for letting me see a little part of you”, you returned the smile to him. 

There was a comfortable silence. You felt that this was the moment you could tell him that you harboured a crush on him, but before you could, he got a phone call from the higher-ups. There was no update on the search for Sukuna’s finger, so they were getting antsy and desperate to know if it was found at all. Before you could ask what that was about, he held you close to him as he teleported you. He got word from Megumi that he was at a high school trying to intercept the cursed object. When you arrived at the scene, you saw Megumi who was battered up. You also notice another boy with pink hair in front of him. 

Gojo began to laugh at Megumi and took pictures of him. “I’ll show the second years how battered up you are!”, with that annoying laugh. You were too shocked to laugh, but you loved hearing his laugh. It was comforting to hear, but extremely inappropriate for a time like this. When Gojo inquired where the finger was, the pink-haired boy mentioned that he had eaten it. You were in shock while Gojo just said “really?” At that moment Gojo asked if the boy could switch with Sukuna at will, to which he said yes. You witnessed Gojo getting ready to try to take on the boy who had just become Sukuna. You went to check on Megumi while witnessing the spar between the two. A part of you felt that you couldn’t worry about him; he’d win, right? When you heard Gojo counting down from 10, the pink-haired boy passed out. 

“Was that necessary?” you asked Gojo.

Gojo turns to look at Megumi and asks what he would want for the pink-haired boy. Megumi expressed that he would like for the boy to live.

“Leave it me!” Gojo said cheerfully.

Something in your stomach began to sink. You didn’t know if this was a good idea, but this was an innocent life, and at this point, you knew that you’d do anything to keep him alive too. 

You learned that the boy’s name was Yuji Itadori. When you learned from Gojo that he agreed to be Sukuna’s vessel you felt your mouth drop. You were conflicted with placing that kind of task on a young boy, but also with the fact that this boy may die. It didn’t seem fair in your eyes for someone that young to bear the responsibility of being a vessel to the King of Curses. You glared at Gojo, but in the end, it was futile. Unfortunately, this was the best way for Yuji to have some kind of fulfilling life. Your eyes got glassy, and Gojo saw that it wasn’t a good time to make jokes or make an effort to annoy you. He understood that this was a moment of vulnerability and you were letting him see it. In this moment, Gojo embraced you. You felt safe in his arms, but this was the difficult reality for Yuji, whose future you felt uncertain for. 

As you looked up at Gojo, he had removed his blindfold for you. In the way that you displayed vulnerability and tears coming out of your ears, he looked at you and there was an understanding of what you were feeling. Before you could utter a word, he planted a soft kiss on your lips. When the kiss was broken, you looked at him again. You initiated the second kiss, but this time with a desire that you were yearning for. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you closer. It felt inappropriate to do this right now, but this was comforting and he was your comfort at the end of today. 

“What now?” you asked him as you wiped your tears.

“Well, let’s just take it one day at a time,” he responded.

From that night, you became almost inseparable. You both had your teaching duties, but both of you would find a way to sneak around to kiss. The kissing soon wasn’t enough; it escalated into sleepovers. Each night, he held you close to his heart. You fell asleep to the beating of his heart; it was calming. You enjoyed the nights when he would kiss your head and sneak a kiss to your nose; he found it the most adorable (of course, you hated it when he did that because you didn’t like the feeling). Nevertheless, you indulged him.

That summer was hectic. Your Gojo had just taken on a new task of being a protector to Yuji Itadori, the vessel to the King of Curses. You got to meet Yuji and you liked having him as a student. You slowly began to spar with the student to prepare him for the upcoming missions he would be thrown into. You were a witness to Yuji’s close combat skills and he had you matched. You didn’t feel like you had to worry about him.

Then the worst happened. You got the dreaded phone call, that Yuji had passed. You were upset, and you couldn’t fathom how your blue-eyed treasure was feeling. You mourned with your students, particularly Megumi and Nobara. You did your best to offer any support. Although, you noticed that Gojo began to behave differently; his cheerful demeanour came back rather suddenly, despite the passing of a student. Whenever you wanted to go to the basement to create your movie nights, he quickly interjected you and told you that he would rent out a movie theatre for you and get the films you wanted to watch. You thought he was ridiculous to spend such a grandiose amount of money, but he said that you deserved it. 

Soon you felt that he was hiding something from you. There was a tension in the air; not one where you thought you would make a grand romantic gesture, but one where you wanted to make a declaration of hate. When you confronted him, he told you there was absolutely nothing to worry about. He took your hand and kissed it. The worries melted instantly whenever you felt his lips on your wrists and hands. You quickly hugged him, but you couldn’t remove the anxiety that he was keeping a secret from you. 

One day, you decided to try to sneak downstairs to his basement while Gojo was out on a mission. You were able to hear the television playing in the background. If you didn’t know better, it was a Lord of the Rings movie. Before you could approach any further, you heard the familiar voice:

“Come on, Yuji. I’m taking you out!” you heard Gojo say excitedly.

“Great, where are we going?!” Yuji said excitedly.

Right before you could reach the basement entrance, suddenly everyone was gone. Was it just your imagination? That’s impossible, you know what you heard. You never teleported with him, but you know that he’s capable of doing it. You waited in the basement that evening to see if they would teleport back to the same spot. You sat there next to a cursed doll. The cursed doll didn’t move and when it did, one evil glared towards it and it pretended it couldn’t move. You sat there angrily; you know you’ve been lied to. You fell asleep waiting for their return. 

“Did you see that?!” Gojo said excitedly.

“I did! I’m sorry I let them get away though.” Yuji said dejectedly.

The voices woke you from your slumber. The two of them didn’t notice that you were asleep. The moment you got up, they stood frozen and silent. Rather than make a scene, you decide it’s best to walk away. Yuji is alive, but why couldn’t he just tell you that he was okay?

“Babe, wait.” Gojo reached out to you.

“Not tonight,” you said coldly. 

You went upstairs to the bedroom that you were sharing with him. It was reasonable to be upset over something like this. Why couldn’t he just be honest with you?  

“Babe, I know I should’ve told you, but I had to play this close to the chest. If you were in my position, you would do the same thing,” he said in the gentlest tone. 

You began to process the words. Would you have been able to keep a lie this big from your partner? Would you be able to keep a lie like this to your students? You’d do anything in a situation to keep your students safe. You’re not one to lie, but if you needed to do it, you would if it didn’t hurt anybody. Except, you were hurt by this. 

“Just don’t lie to me again. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.” The words became muffled as you buried yourself into Satoru’s chest. He held you tighter as if he thought you were going to leave him. You weren’t planning to leave him this time because the truth was, you were already in love with him. However, what you couldn’t figure out was if love was enough to keep you together. 

The Exchange Event took place not long after. Megumi and Nobara were just as upset about finding out that Yuji was still alive. They were more upset with Yuji who couldn’t just tell them the moment he had come back to life. You kept your distance as you witnessed the reunion. You remained hopeful that the three could remain together as friends. It was a corny thought, but they’re young and deserve to be with each other. You didn’t notice Satoru looking at you from the distance, but he also hoped that the trio would stay together too. However, he wondered if you and him would also stand the test of time. 

Despite the anxieties that you and Satoru had, you took it a day at a time. After the exchange event, you hadn’t spent time together. One morning you woke up together and he said he had a surprise. When you prompted him what he should wear, he reassured you that you’d look cute in anything. You chose a dress that would match his eyes. It was hot that day. You were imagining a day in the city. The next thing you know, he was holding you closely and you were teleported to Yamanakako. The field of flowers facing Mt. Fuji was a sight to see. He held you close as you walked by the flower park. You felt safe in this moment and you wanted this exact moment to never end. 

“I hope you’re here to stay, Satoru”, you whispered to him. 

“I hope you never have to go”, the hold he had on you got tigther.

“Never let me go, Satoru”

“I’ll try not to.” He planted a kiss on your head. 

Unfortunately, Shibuya tested the grounds of whatever relationship you had with Satoru. There was never a formality between you and him. You both were comfortable in knowing whatever this was. You knew that you were in love with him, and as far as you knew, there was love coming from him. You knew he loved you in some way, but there is a stark difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. When the seals made their appearance on that fateful night, you were with Satoru before he made his way into the subway station. You had a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. You held his hand to keep him from going any further.

“Wait, I have a really bad feeling about this.” you expressed with so much worry.

“Babe, relax, I’m the strongest after all.”  in that cocky tone, as always.

“Listen to me, I just know that this isn’t something…” Before you could finish, you received an urgent call that you were needed in another part of Shibuya. The urgency made you feel that whatever concern you had would have to come second. 

“I have to go, I’m needed elsewhere. Promise me you’ll come back.” you looked at him, pleading with your eyes that he’d be safe.

Rather than respond in that cocky manner, he picked you up and held you in his arms for as long as he could. The kiss that he then planted made all the chaos disappear around you. It was the second to last time you would ever kiss him like this again. 

“I’ll be back, babe. I promise” he said excitedly, with that grin on his face.

“Okay, Satoru. I love you.” you looked at him, with tears in your eyes.

As he walked away, he turned around, “I love you too.”

The moment you learned that he was sealed, you wanted the world underneath you to crumble and take you. However, the good news was that he was so strong that his seal remained on the ground of that station where he ventured off without you. You were hopeful that he would be unsealed soon, but that night turned out to be one of the worst nights of your life. 

You lost your comrades in battle, people did die during the evening. Sukuna took over Yuji’s body and there was just so much destruction. You didn’t resent Yuji or blame him for the events that took place. He had no control of the situation, you thought. There was nothing that could’ve been done to prevent it. To this day, you would never want Yuji to die. He deserved to live. Unfortunately, after the event, Jujustu society didn’t believe and Yuji was to be executed. Meanwhile, your Satoru was still sealed in the prison realm, and he had been exiled. Anyone caught trying to unseal him would be considered a traitor. You didn’t care. 

The days felt empty. You had to continue teaching as if it were business as usual. You missed the way he would laugh. You missed how you two would communicate in between classes. You yearned to feel him close to you. Going home was difficult because he wasn’t there. You knew the moment the door closed, he wouldn’t be there to follow after you. You held his pillow closely every single night and wished for his return. Although, you were not alone in your resolve to bring him back. 

With some help from others, Satoru Gojo was unsealed. He was determined to kill Kenjaku, but Sukuna himself prevented him from doing so. When you realized the lengths he would go to try to defeat his enemies, you started to feel as if he was drifting away from you. 

Something about him coming out of his seal seemed different. Whenever you looked at him, there was a certain bloodlust to him. He wasn’t going to hurt you, but he wanted to harm others. He wanted to start with the higher-ups and execute all of them. As hard as you tried to convince him that there was no point in killing others, he didn’t listen. He chose to end the lives of those above him. You were at a loss for what he was capable of. The person you knew was becoming lost. You realized in that moment that you had begun mourning the person who he used to be.  

Rather than hold you close, he would turn his back to you and avoided sleeping altogether. He refused to wear the blindfold after some time. You couldn’t imagine how exhausted he was from using his six eyes constantly. When you tried to hug him, he unintentionally left his limitless on. When he tried to apologize, there was a hint of dishonesty to him. You started to put the pieces together that he could probably never be too careful anymore. The more you tried to get physically close to him, he began saying things like “not now” or “maybe later”. The realization that this was over was a challenging one.

The moment you said, “I think we need to talk”, it’s as if he knew what that conversation was going to be. 

“I love you, Satoru. When you were sealed, I felt like I could wait for you for thousands of years. I’d do it all over again just for you, you’d never have to ask me. You promised me you’d be back, but I feel like a part of you never came back. I feel like you’re pushing me further away and there’s nothing that I can do to bring you back to me.” 

With a defeated look on his face, he grabbed you one last time to plant a kiss. This is the first time in a while that you felt close to him, but you knew this would be your final kiss with him. The tears streamed down your cheeks and there was nothing he could do to make it better. 

“I love you…I think there’s a part of me that always will, but, something did change. It wasn’t you at all. I just think that there’s something bigger than the both of us. I don’t think that love is enough to conquer whatever obstacles we face in this society. You deserve someone ready to be with you, come what may. I can’t be that person for you anymore.” 

As you gasped for air and felt your heart breaking into pieces, you knew this was over. He wasn’t yours anymore. You walked away from him on a quiet afternoon that November. As you get further away from him, you felt his gaze. You stopped to give him one final smile. All you hoped for in the end was that every once in a while he would think about you.

 One thing is certain, he’d never forget about you. You never forgot about him. 

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Really living Wild winds!! Can’t tell u how many times I’ve read it now and how close it is to being my comfort fic rn. Not to be a complete bitch but can we please get a snippet of Rafe and Logan being domestic🫣❤️🥹

Oh my goodness, a comfort read?! The highest compliment! Thank you!! This means so much!

Yes, we can definitely have a moment from season two!

18+ MDNI | domestic fluff, flirting

Rafe kept his head on a swivel, eyes flickering across the street and sidewalk as he held the door for Logan, the hard plastic of the gun pressed to his lower back as he held his hand out for her, their fingers lacing together tightly as she climbed out of the jeep.

He closed the door, hitting the lock on the keychain before he led her up onto the sidewalk, the two moving towards the grocery store. He kept his hand in hers, letting her lead the way but his attention didn’t leave the surrounding area, posture tense and body coiled, just waiting for a fight.

They shouldn’t be out and he could hear JJ’s voice in his head, their earlier argument replaying over and over again as the couple stepped through the doors, the cool air hitting them as they walked towards the rows of shopping carts.

Logan pushed and he wandered behind, far enough that she didn’t feel suffocated, but close enough to provide comfort, his eyes scanning each aisle they walked down, making note of who was in the store and, more important, who wasn’t.

“We’re just getting groceries,” Logan said to him softly as she reached for a few boxes of mac and cheese, something he knew Ellie was going to have a heart attack over when she saw, “it’s ok.”

Rafe hummed but didn’t agree with her, his hand sliding along her shoulder and down her back, fingers inching just under the hem of her t-shirt to feel her skin, something he’d been doing more often now. “Biya said she would get it,” Rafe said, “we could still be in bed…”

“As wonderful as that is,” Logan grabbed a few more things off the shelf, doing a half turn to face him, his eyes raking across her clean face, “I’m going insane, Rafe. I just need to be out. Do something normal.”

Rafe exhaled, head ducking to kiss her lips softly before he stood back to his full height, hand cupping her cheek, “I should’ve taken you away.”

“I can’t leave the island,” Logan reminded him gently, “not yet, at least. Just let me feel like a normal person for a few minutes, ok? We’re ok. Nothing is going to happen in here. We’re safe—I’m safe.”

Rafe swiped his thumb along her cheek, his eyes searching hers before she lifted herself up to her tiptoes, slanting her mouth across his, “Try to loosen up, baby,” she whispered, Rafe groaning when she nipped his lower lip, “we’re in love, remember? You look constipated, like I’m dragging you down every aisle against your will.”

Rafe rolled his eyes but answered her tease with a soft swat against her ass, Logan giggling as she resumed pushing the cart down the aisle, “You’re a handful, Maybank.”

“I’m gotta make up for lost time, Cameron.”

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okay so this my first time request but i came by your blog and i really enjoyed your writing so — 😭

ahem, anyways i was wondering if i could have some boyfriend hcs with scaramouche and tighnari….

(heizou too if you write for him, i didn’t see him on your list but like, yeah.)

anyways ty 🤍🤍🤍

Indeed I shall, my darling. For Heizou I am still getting to know him and see how I can portray him accurately, however for you my dear. I shall test out my skills upon him and see if it is realistic or not to the character. It still needs work, but FOR YOU MY ONE AND ONLY HALF FAIRY, HALF MERMAID, HALF SQUIDWARD BELOVED. I shall. :)

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He is the type of boyfriend to show his affections through his actions, not his words. He would hug you, kiss you, and rub your back all while calling you an idiot or pretend to complain about it.

He cares about you very much, however, of course he won’t show it, he wants to be seen as someone who can take care of you, not as a weak man who you have to cater to.

He is very bad at communicating and would expect you to read his mind, and you guys would get into arguments about it, however, eventually he will acknowledge his wrong doings.

He has baggage, so he can be insecure and jealous when he sees you with someone who is more capable of taking care of you, then him. It's worse that they speak nicely to you, compared to him, who speaks with sharp tongue.

His love language quality time, he wants you to focus on him and only him. Put your phone away, and ignore everyone for an hour, as you watch a movie with him, or cuddle and talk to him.

They way he expresses his love to you, is through acts of favor. So he would often do favors for you, and enjoy it. - "You need me to buy milk? Alright, anything else?" - "You need help carrying these boxes? Okay, give me a moment." - "You need me to defeat this boss for you? Okay, just rest, I'll handle it." - Want me to take over cooking for the night? I know you like my mac and cheese recipe so I'll make that for you."

He doesn't really care if you guys have children or not, he definitely will struggle to have the patients with them at first, but once he finds a routine then he will be fine. However, his tongue doesn't change, so he will speak harsh to his children but lecture them but his actions will be gentle.

He would always try to find ways to make you comfortable without you knowing. - Your bed is suddenly not giving you back pain? He fixed it. Because you complained about it. - Some weird guy suddenly leaves you alone? He dealt with it. - The favorite clothes you lost, suddenly is back in your closet? He turned the whole house upside down to find it, because you were sad that you lost it.

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He will refer you to you as his "precious flower" or his "Beloved Sumeru Rose"

His tail will sway a bit when happy to see you, however he would try not to show his excitement too much, he wants to be someone that you take seriously.

He would tease you in moments, but he would often smile at you.

He would often draw you when he his thinking about you, draw you with flowers in your hair, or with clothing he thought would look nice on you.

He would often take walks with you, and night walks with him is where you guys can bond and relax.

His love language is physical touch, the more you touch him, the happiest he is. Rub his head, rub his back, rub him anywhere. Hug him, and kiss him. Hold him close to you. He enjoys it.

He would know how to comfort you during your nightmares or when you are overthinking, as he uses logic to help explain to you that these things would never happen. He never explains it on a cold hearted manner, but he explains it gently while holding your hand. However, if you are still distraught and still insisting, he would actually listen and look into it. Again, anything is possible so he has an open mind.

He would dress up for you, on dates. Wear his best Sumeru outfit, when taking you out to eat, or showing you around nice places. He would show that he has dedicating to you.

He expresses his love to you, through verbal affirmation, which will go hand in hand with physically touching you. - "You’re doing great, my love. I am so proud of you." - "What's wrong? Did he bother you? No worries love, let me handle him." - "My love, my precious love, do you know how much I love you? I know this relationship is young, but I do want to spend my entire life with you." - "Honey, don’t forget your journal for the journey, okay? In case you do, I'll have it here for you. I love you."

He would definitely want a lot of children with you, however, if you don’t want children, he wouldn’t mind. He cares a lot about you, and only you. No imaginary children will affect that. You are his life, as his species values their partners quite a lot. So your needs come before their own. As long as they have you, they are already happy.

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He would tease you a lot, like a lot. He is more of a gentle teaser though, as he would tease you about your efforts for him or you blushing for him. - "Oh? Is someone blushing because I took a my shirt off? No? Hmm, a mystery I must solve later, meet me in my bed later, okay? hehe" - "Haha, you are so cute when you are focused like that. What do you mean I am embarrassing you? You are my future wife after all, I need to embarrass you.~" - "Oh? Quite a yearning hug you have on me here. Perhaps...you'd like me to show you one of my yearning hugs in return?"

He would often hug you and put his arm around your waist, not because he is possessive of you, or has jealousy, merely because his hands have a home there and it's just routined for him. Or else, he won’t know where to put his hands.

He would often kiss your hand when he wants to thank you in anyway.

He would buy you gifts as well.

You two would lay down on the bed, as he would go on and on about his toughest cases or the most scariest cases. You will see a twinkle in his eyes as he passionately talks about it.

When you guys argue, you will mostly likely always lose the argument, as he his master debater and investigator so his skills would come out, in mentioning points and factual things that would make you realize that you had your faults too. Of course, this will upset you more, and you would ignore him for a bit. And of course, he would feel bad and apologize, along with admitting he was wrong on his part too.

He would often share things with you, as it is routined for him to do that too. He has candy? Takes half and gives it to you without looking. He has cookies? Gives you one and eats one without even batting an eye.

If you cry, it breaks his heart. He would desperately try to calm you down and cheer you up. He hates seeing you in distress, he wants you to have a comfortable life, a peaceful life. Due to the cases he deals with, he wants you to live peacefully and worry free. It makes him feel happy knowing you aren’t the one dealing with the stress compared to what stress he deals with on his job as a detective.

Speaking of detective, He figures you out easily, he sees through you, your behaviors, and is very observant of you. So when you hide something, he knows. When you try to be normal, he knows. He would point it out. He knows exactly how to comfort you as well.

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okay I've finally figured out the prompt situation 😅

congrats on 800 followers and here's to many more to come!!

for the event, could I get a drabble of diluc with the prompts …you realize that you long to see them again and “i’ve been afraid of changing because I’ve built my life around you" (landslide by fleetwood mac) ? diluc's pov if it's not too much to ask for?

congrats again 👍 you are so cool

ok jack. jack remember ily thank you for the notes (this broke my heart)

Coming Home

Character: Diluc Ragnvindr

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, a lot of diluc backstory that may not be 100% accurate but I'm p sure I got it

Notes: ok so. The “moment” hit already and he’s home yada yada yada im not following the prompt what else is new /hj I TRIED ok. not proofread I'm sorry

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It was a long walk home. 

The time without you was terrifying. He insisted he needed time away, time to think—to be angry, to grieve, to process it all—without the fear of lashing out on you. 

His father passed due to the Fatui’s traps and Delusions and went on a rampage through the country. He couldn’t hold still, he couldn’t think, and you didn’t deserve to be around him and deal with the results of something that wasn’t your problem. 

Despite how much he still believed all that, he knew he couldn’t run forever. 

He hesitated for a long moment but decided to ring the doorbell. He rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting anxiously for the door to open. When it opened, he gave a small, awkward wave to Adelinde.

Her mouth opened slightly as she struggled to put the words together to speak. “Master Diluc—“

He shook his head. “Please, just….can I come in?”

She put on her best face, taking a moment to steady herself. “Of course. The winery will always have a place for you.”

He followed her a few feet in the doorway when he heard another voice from the top of the stairs. 

“Adelinde? Who is it?” you asked, followed by a quiet gasp. 

Diluc, using every ounce of strength he could muster in his mind, raised his head to look at you. He didn’t deserve to see you—he didn’t deserve you—but he had to know you were okay. 

The next thing he knew, you ran down the stairs to him and jumped into his arms. He tried to cover his groan of pain with a cough—he had more injuries than he thought, initially—but wrapped his arms tightly around you. You were here, in his arms again. It was everything he’d wished he could be selfish and have for years before he had you, and everything he’d dreamed about in the time he spent away. 

“Diluc,” you said in a hushed voice, pulling away enough to look at him. 

That look said everything. He knew he’d broken your trust, he knew you were upset. If you’d left on a rampage for several weeks to a foreign country and just left a note and occasionally sent letters home, he would be angry too. It wasn’t fair to you, and he knew that. 

“Go get a shower, darling. You smell like the woods.”

He smiled. Genuinely, actually smiled for the first time in ages. You always managed to pick him up whenever anything was wrong, usually with an ill-timed joke or comforting words. Usually both. He nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he muttered, not entirely sure how much he was thanking you for. 

Later that evening, after a shower, a proper meal, and Adelinde insisting on helping bandage him up, he made his way to the bedroom you shared before he left. In the time he was still in Mondstadt, he didn’t have the heart to go through his father’s things in the master bedroom. 

He knocked quietly and entered, unsure if you were asleep. He knew it was late when he arrived home and even later now that he’d settled in. It was nice to wear the soft, clean clothes Adelinde prepared for him after nearly wrapping him head to toe in bandages. 

You were reading, simply lounging in bed. He stood by the door, tense and unsure of what was going to happen from here. He was home, you seemed happy to see him, but he knew you had to be upset. It was completely justified, he knew that it wasn’t fair for him to up and leave like that. 

“I-”

“Don’t,” you said softly, closing the book and setting it on the nightstand next to you. Your voice wasn’t cold or harsh by any means—you were calm. And when you looked at him, he only saw his beautiful lover that had always stood by him, no matter if he was in an argument with his immature brother or was injured fighting off hillychurls. Maybe this wouldn’t be much different. 

You held your arms out for him and he hesitated. Would you really want to hold him, after everything he did? Everything you didn’t even know he did? 

But your eyes silently pleaded with him, so he laid next to you. Immediately, he felt your arms gingerly around him, brushing over the bandages and minimal amount of bare skin between them. He melted into you, having kept himself from that kind of love for so long—he didn't realize how much he missed you until he was there with you again. 

Silently, the tears poured from his eyes. His breath shook and he buried his face in your shoulder. As gently as possible, he felt your hands brush through his slightly-damp hair, brushing pieces out of his face and running over his head soothingly. 

“It’s alright,” you mutter, kissing the top of his head. 

“It’s not,” he tries to argue, realizing very quickly how quickly the exhaustion was hitting him. “I’m–I’m so sorry—”

You hush him gently, tilting his head to look at you. “Diluc, we don’t have to talk tonight. You’re home, you’re safe. That’s all that matters to me—but you’re exhausted. I can see it in your eyes. We can talk tomorrow. For now, sleep. It’s late.”

He took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “I love you,” he muttered. 

It took a long time for his mind to shut down. He couldn’t stop thinking—there was so much he felt like he had to explain. So much had happened, he’d missed so much since he was home. But he was home now, and he guessed that was the important part. After what felt like ages, he let himself relax against you and eventually fell asleep, enjoying the feeling of you running your hands through his hair. In a world where he now didn’t have anyone, and he didn’t know who he could or couldn’t trust, he knew he had you, at least in this moment. 

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Well, I’ve been afraid of changing

‘Cause I built my life around you

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TRAIL OF TEARS !

— “THE WORST IS OVER NOW. AND WE CAN BREATHE AGAIN. I WANT TO HOLD YOU HIGH, AND STEAL MY PAIN.. AWAY.”

pairing; randy meeks x gn!reader

summary; when randy turns up at your door appearing to be a tad bit down in the dumps, he tries not to make the reason behind it known. that is, until you can tell the poor love needs a little extra comfort.

author’s note: some randy content seeing as this fandom lacks in it!! also this is more platonic than romantic!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

If I live to see, the seven wonders!

I’ll make a path to the rainbow's end..

You were slowly swaying to the soft beat of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Seven Wonders’ through your headphones. God, you loved Stevie Nicks.

I'll never live to match the beauty, again..

You’d only came down to the kitchen to get a snack, but why not take the voice of Stevie with you at the same time?

The music was only playing faintly in your ears, enough for you to hear a knock at the door. Multiple friends had gave you advice on not having your volume up too loud, ranting about how you wouldn’t be able to hear shit as you grew up.

You weren’t exactly one for caring, but whatever..

Removing the headphones, you quickly turned the song off, wondering why the hell someone was at your house at 11:30pm on a Saturday night.

Plus, you were home alone. So that really didn’t make the eerie feeling any better.

You opened the front door to see Randy shivering under your porch, soaked to the bone. His nose was bright red and his eyes looked rather watery.

“Jesus, Randy! Why aren’t you at home? It’s pissing down outside!” You scolded, ushering him into your house.

“Sorry,” He sniffled, following behind. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You laughed. “Me? Being asleep by this time? Please. I’m an insomniac for god’s sake.”

“Right..”

You cocked your head to the side, squinting your eyes slightly. Something was off about him. Very off..

“Are you sick?” You asked.

“No.”

Somehow, Randy just wasn’t Randy tonight. He wasn’t as loud as usual. Not even that, you were still surprised he was here stood in front of you. Randy would never turn up to your house unexpected and uninvited. The thought of disrupting other people’s privacy made him awkwardly uncomfortable. Especially at this time of night.

“Cmon up to my room, it’s cosier in there.” You motioned for him to follow you upstairs. Yes, your snack and headphones were both being abandoned back in the kitchen, but curiosity was getting to the best of you on behalf of why Randy had showed up like this.

When the two of you finally reached your room, you took his drenched coat from him, hanging it up nearby.

“So, what’s up?” You said, flopping down onto your back. Randy just quietly sat down on the foot of your bed.

He just sort of shrugged his shoulders, anxiously not really knowing what to say.

Now you definitely knew something was up. It was one thing if he was slightly awkward, but Randy Meeks giving someone the silent treatment? Nah, shit was getting weird.

You watched as he fiddled around with his rings, his hands beginning to shake.

“Randy?”

He finally looked up at you, ready to break at any moment. Tears began to spill out of his crystal blue eyes. Your heart sank when you saw his little lip quiver. It was obvious the poor love was desperately trying to keep everything in, but it was no use.

“Oh, Randy.” You whispered, sitting up and pulling the distraught, younger boy into a deep hug.

His sobs were muffled as he cried into your shoulder, just hearing them made you want to burst into tears yourself. Randy was never one to cry, ever.

He was willing to listen to other people when it came to them being upset, but no one had ever wanted to give him the same sort of action back.

Your friend group always saw him as some geeky idiot, following you guys around during all this years for whatever reason. Though, you would never bring yourself to agree.

Randy was only a regular teen, trying to enjoy himself most times. Whether it be making his best attempt to get people to laugh, or blabbing on about all movie genres he loved, you liked having his presence nearby you.

No matter the joke, he sure as hell always managed to get a giggle out of you. You’d remember that.

Pulling away from you, Randy wiped at his eyes furiously. “God, fuck.. i’m so sorry Y/n. You shouldn’t have to put up with this shit. I better go-”

“Randy Meeks don’t you dare apologise for being a human in front of me, boy!”

He chuckled slightly, still rubbing away at his now tired eyes. You offered him a tissue from the box nearby, motioning for the flustered male to take some.

He took a couple and thanked you, dabbing them around his nose. Now was your chance to get to the bottom of why he was in this current state.

“Okay stinker, spill. What’s wrong with ya?” You blurted out in a goofy tone regularly used by your other friend, Stu, rather than yourself. It didn’t matter. If it was willing to make Randy happy again, you’d do it.

On cue, Randy let a small laugh escape his lips. “If I do tell you, you won’t say anything to them, right?”

By them, you knew he was referring to Billy, Stu and Tatum. Sidney would never judge, but you and Randy both knew better than to trust the others with keeping their mouths shut about drama. Especially when it involved tears.

“Course I won’t.” You smiled softly at him, placing your hand on top of his larger, yet shakier one.

Randy sighed, scratching his chin. “You uh- you know Leslie from Science class?”

You bit your lip as you already knew what was coming. “Yeah, your… um- girlfriend?”

“I guess that term didn’t age well..”

‘Man, this kid would be in a grave before anyone would allow him to settle down and be happy..’ You said to yourself, internally. You’d always pitied him. He never seemed to get a break.

“Eh, her loss. In two years time she’ll be flashing her shit all over town. You deserve better, Randy. Much better.”

He perked up a little at your words. “You mean that?”

You giggled. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re a good kid. Plus, I think Sid might have her eye on you.”

Randy raised both his eyebrows with surprise. Billy and Sidney were over one another and had broken up quite a while ago. The only couple still surviving in the gang was Tatum and Stu. But even at that, it was only really constant playfulness and flirting. Nothing the rest of you were sad that you had to miss out on.

“Hell, i’d never even thought of that.” He smirked.

“See!” You beamed. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea for you horror nerds.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted at your snarky joke, but he’d always feel comfortable knowing that when you added in little comments like that, they would always be nothing but a JOKE. Nothing more, nothing less.

You took a brief look at your watch. “Oft, it just hit midnight.”

“Shit!” He cried. “I gotta get back! I only told my Mom and Martha that i’d be home within an hour.”

“Relax, i’m home alone for the weekend, just crash here. We’ll order food from wherever the hell is open right now. You can call your mom from the house phone and explain. Perhaps we can have a late movie night?” You offered.

“I’d like that.” Randy smiled.