#PETER I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[softestaries]

Lost the Breakup is so BuckTommy coded rn

[emmawithtwoms]

The Hog's Head

@wolfstarmicrofic day 14 -299 words

“Happy Birthday, dear Siriussss, Happy birthday to youuuuu” The Marauders cheered, for the tenth time that day, at Padfoot, who had been beaming the whole day. 

The four boys had snuck out that night to celebrate Sirius’ birthday at the Hog’s Head, because the grumpy owner, and the sketchy customers, would have never snitched on them with their professors. 

“Oi Abe! Another round for the birthday boy!!” Cheered James, who was the more enthusiastic out of the group. 

“Yah, yah, just stop singing that fucking song.” 

The grumbling barman started pouring them four fire whiskeys, James and Sirius were sure that Aberforth was secretly very fond of them, since they’ve been coming to his pub for years. 

“So, how old is he now?” 

Said the man while handing them their drinks. 

“Seventeen! He’s finally a man!” Peter, enthusiastically. 

“Oi, you lot! you’ve been claiming to be of age for the past two years, you goat heads!”

“Oh come now, Abe, it’s too late to care about it now, and moreso, you don’t wanna kick out four loyal drinkers, right?” 

Sirius stepped in, his usual cokiness amplified by the fire whiskeys he drank during the night.

“Why do I even care?” Grumbled Aberforth while walking away.

The Marauders kept partying and being mildly annoying for the rest of the night, until the only people left in the pub who were still conscious were just Sirius and Remus, in a happy haze, swaying in rhythm with the soft underground wizarding music playing in the bar. 

“So, did you like your birthday, birthday boy?” 

Said Remus, his mouth blowing warm breath on Sirius’ ear

“So much Moony, thank you” 

And he hugged his boyfriend tight, hiding his smile on his shoulder. 

“I love you so much Sirius.”

“I love you too, Remus.”

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

I made fan art of naga Micah <3 I love your art!

I used this silly picture of Peter as a pose reference

AWWW!!!! :”D it’s adorable. Thank youuuuu!!! Me and @eggsaladsweetie love and cherish the fan art.

[azzzsleep]

Someday in the commonroom.

Sirius sitting angry at the marauders spot: I CAN'T BELIVE THAT YOU WANNA CONFESS TO A BOY WHEN WE HUG AND SLEEP TOGETHER ALMOST EVERY NIGHT MOONY!

James: Pad you are overreacting

Peter: And misunderstanding !!!

Remus: I said that i wanted to confess to the boy i loved yes but-

Sirius: AND WHO IS THAT BOY ANYWAY I AM SURE HES DUMB!

James and Peter and The girls:....

Remus: Okay i am gonna describe him, hopping you get the fucking clue love.

So he has black beautiful long hair, and water color eyes, he's on the quidditch team and he is top of the class even when he doesn't work for it.

Sirius: YOU'RE INLOVE WITH SNEV!!? wait no beautiful hair...........REGULUS!!!?????

The room:...yes dumb🙂

Remus:....why do i love you...? HE IS STTING NEXT TO ME AND SCREAMING NONSENS !

Sirius: okay you are not making sense anymore

The room:................😀

Remus: I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUUUUU SIRIUS BLACK IS THE BOY I LOVE!

Sirius: Hahahahaha good one babe............wait really?

The room:....................😄😄😄😄

Remus: I take it back.

Sirius: wait no i love you!!!!! Love me backkkkkkkkjj

Remus on his way to the dorm: I FUCKING DO!!!! WHY THE FUCK DO I LOVE YOUUUU 😫

[menlove]

do you have any girl!mclennon hcs? like how they'd do their hair, how they'd dress, their relationship etc etc

LESBIAN MCLENNON I LOVE YOUUUUU. have a dump. i think about them constantly.

in my mind (at least when they're younger), paul would look like shauna shipman (the character not the actress bc the actress is blonde w blue eyes lmfao) while john i could see being played by rachel sennott

i think i've mentioned this before but paul's first name is definitely mary. pauline is probably her middle name and she just goes by paul. john's harder i've given this thought before but never landed on one, but she still goes by john bc i say so

paul before meeting john is definitely trying to fit into the mold of nice 50s teenage girl- hoop skirts, ponytails, cardigans. when she starts getting more into rock she WANTS to dress differently but doesn't until john talks her into it and then it's leather jackets and drainies still. john just never conformed she wouldn't give a fuck about it

they'd both be in really interesting situations! because paul here is the Oldest Girl after her mom died. so moreso than in real life, the brunt of expectation & household management would get shoved on her, especially with jim out gambling and drinking. similarly, mimi would be driven to insanity with john because she's nowhere NEAR how she thinks she should be and she also sort of sees her as julia 2.0 and she's petrified for her

i think they're probably a lot more physically affectionate bc how casual homophobia between women manifests vs w men is very different, so they're allowed to sort of hang off each other as long as it doesn't Get Weird. and it does certainly get weird with them, they get called dykes more than a few times

i think paul would more readily accept being asked to wear makeup and dress proper again by brian (who is a semi-out lesbian here i can't take away the beautiful homoeroticism of brian & john's relationship) whereas john is gnashing her teeth and throwing the world's biggest fit about it. sometimes paul does her makeup for her though and that's alright.

they start to loosen up with it in '66 and get more androgynous and by pepper's era they're both THRIVING being able to dress androgynously. paul starts getting funky with her makeup around that era too and john just stops wearing it completely

john cuts her hair shorter around revolver era and paul follows suit because they're Mirrors. paul has a twiggy thing going on.

paul also grows her hair out again in the worst most untamed Mess you've ever seen around get back era.

i've had this thought that they've fooled around a bit and john's out in an open industry secret sort of way like. girls would still throw themselves at the girl!beatles i feel this in my soul and i think george and john would be out getting pussy while paul WANTS to be out getting pussy but is holding herself back. but john will Not fuck her like she fucks other girls because this would tip whatever they're doing into Romantic territory like she KNOWS it would be different with paul and this pisses paul off to no end.

of course they DO end up fucking at some point and this makes things worse for everyone involved

paul has a boyfriend who she keeps getting on and off again engaged to (peter asher maybe lmfaoooo in which case... she is lowkey also still fucking jane on the side) and john hates him so so so so bad she wants that man dead and she makes it obvious

yoko is still a woman and her and john do political lesbianism (yoko's straight, john isn't, this is as much as a disaster as anyone would expect it to be) and paul is climbing the fucking WALLS out of how mad the whole thing makes her because it's not HER that john's being openly gay with. not that she'd want to be! but it's the fact that SHE was never ASKED!

linda is also still a woman and this also makes john madder than anyone's ever been because what do you mean paul has been into women romantically this entire time and now she's having a not-so-secret affair with an american photographer and moving to fucking scotland with her? she's losing it.

[juneberrie]

BABE FOR THE WEEKEND reggie peters

author's note giggle giggle i loooove reggie peters

word count 0.4k

warnings fem!reader, fake dating, this is set in the 90s giggle giggle

ᥫ᭡ little romantic gestures ; trying to cook their favorite dish + pulling them in the warmest hugs

"reggie is something burning?" you ask. dropping your bag on the couch, you made your way into the shared tiny kitchen in the apartment that you, reggie, alex, and luke shared. seeing that the only pair of shoes on the living room carpet were reggie's, you assumed luke and alex were at work.

"no!! everything's fine," he yells.

"see, when you say 'everything's fine' its not reassuring." reggie stands in the middle of the kitchen holding a smoking pot, a panicked expression on his face.

"heyyyy." he drags out the word. "how are youuuuu?" he quickly tosses the contents of the pot into the sink. immediately making your way over to the sink, you peer in.

reggie picks you up by the waist and lifts you up into the air and away from the sink.

"how the hell do you burn spaghetti?" you laugh. reggie puts you down and smiles awkwardly.

"i was trying to make your favorite," he offers, pointing to the canned sauce on the scratched counter.

"why?" you ask. reggie cannot cook for the life of him. alex literally put up a sign (a sticky note on the fridge) saying he wasn't allowed to do anything more than microwave leftovers.

"i... have a favor to ask you," he starts. you groan and roll your eyes.

"this can't be good."

"no, no i swear it's not as bad as you think. its like super simple, please," he says.

"can't you ask luke or alex?" you say, going to the dishwasher to grab a (probably) clean glass. you fill it u with water as reggie follows you around the small space like a puppy dog.

"no. it has to be you," he deadpans. you turn and lift the now-full glass to your lips, gesturing for him to get on with it. "ineedyoutopretendtobemygirlfriendfortheweekendprettyprettyplease," he blurts out, face turning scarlet.

"hold on. say that all again, slowly." you finish off your glass and put it into the sink, next to the blackened spaghetti strands.

"i need you to.. pretend. to, uh, be my girlfriend?" upon seeing your expression, reggie adds, "just for the weekend! please! bobby's been on my ass about not having one and i really just wanna wipe that smirk off his fake-vegetarian fa—"

you cut him off. "sure."

"sure?" his face splits into the widest grin. he grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you into the warmest hug you've ever received, even surpassing the one alex gave you when he had the flu and a fever higher than everest. "you're seriously the best, y/n."

"hey, hey! only for the weekend!" you laugh into his worn flannel as he lifts you off your feet and spins you around.

"i love you! you're amazing," he says, putting you down and running out of the room, the biggest smile on his adorable face.

you look down at the burnt spaghetti in the sink. "i love you too, reg," you murmur.

[kairiscorner]

HI HIIII HOW U DOING?? I HOPE GREAT!! 😘😘 anyways, can i req something? Its one of the things i wanna see and its so URGH yk what i mean? HAHAH🤭 soooooooooo HAHA this imagine is going on for awhile in my mind but i dunno if your great at angst but if u r not great at angst, just ignore this request! Dont force yourself.

Anyways this is my request ; Y/n as spider noir’s cannon.

HEHE i have seen other characters but not spider noir so whyyyyyy notttt? THANK YOUUUUU 😘 AND STAY SAFEEEEEE‼️‼️

oh my dearest @ii01vp you have no idea how long i've craved to induce tears :> BUT YES I WANNA DO THIS, thank YOU and stay safe too :DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

content warnings! mentions of sharp blades, blood, and bleeding please don't read ahead if you are uncomfortable with the topic ^^

blood spilled everywhere on the floor as a sharp blade was lodged into your chest cavity. it happened in an instant, the second of an instant–you couldn't even count to three, and a blade had already pierced your chest, creating a crevice in your heart, forcing blood to spill out of you.

you gasped for breath, for help, for a hand to reach out to–but nobody, not a single soul was there to save you. not even him. you prayed you'd get out of this alright, you'll come out of this alive--because what kind of person deserves a demise in the hands of a lowlife criminal that wanted to take your money.

how defiant you were not to give them a single cent. in the end, a single cent costed you another minute of your life.

you cried out, hoping someone, anyone, would hear. begging to the skies above to bring someone to you, to help you, at least be with you in your final moments as all the blood would soon be drained from your ailing body, for you didn't want to die alone. you didn't care who it was, so long as you weren't alone at the time of your death.

your vision was getting hazy, your feet were giving way as you became more and more light-headed the more the blood stained your garments and imbued in them a deep, red hue. you gasped, hoping to make up for the lost oxygen as the blood continued pouring out of you.

"someone... a-any... one..." you choked out as blood poured out of your chest, no matter what efforts you took to put pressure on the gaping wound. you felt yourself growing weaker and weaker, and to make matters worse, you felt drops of water on your head, back, and shoulders; it would be raining, and raining hard. your cries for help as you waddled on with what little strength you had left would be drowned out in the flood of noise the rain would create.

you fell to your knees, your hands keeping you steady as your breathing became more and more labored. this was it, you thought. i'm going to die. i'm going to die alone, in the rain, in an unnamed alley with rats and bugs as the only witnesses of my death, you said to yourself as the tears began to pour, staining the collar of your shirt along with the drops of blood coloring it with a bright red.

"peter..." you called out for the name of the man you loved, who once held you so dearly and promised never to hurt you or let you get hurt; the man whose kiss tasted sweet like ripe oranges and whose lips fit into yours just right, as if the universe brought you two together to worsen the pain of having you taken away from each other.

your vision was soon darkening, you were going to lose all sensation in a few moments. but before you could close your eyes, possibly never to open them again, you heard footsteps nearby, big footsteps rushing through the puddles formed by the rain--puddles that were doused in the fresh redness of your blood.

you wondered who it could be, but then again, why did it matter? they couldn't save you, not like they'd care to. you were just another statistic in the grand scheme of things--who else would care about another dead body in the alleyway? well... he would.

"l... love..." muttered a shaky voice as the figure who was rushing through puddles moved closer and closer to you, their steps getting slower and slower all the while; as if they were reeling themselves from wanting to just run up towards you. "who..." you muttered, and before you could even answer, the figure was now hovering over you. "...spider... man?" you murmured out as you faced the black and gray clad man.

his gloved hands were quaking, they reached out toward you. "how... how could i... how could i let th-this..." he muttered as he choked back tears. you were confused, what was spider man doing to a total stranger like you, reaching his hand out and weeping over a soul he never met before. "spider man... it's okay... just--please--lock... that criminal... up." you made out with a small smile and a wheezing cough that followed afterwards.

spider man shook his head. "no... no, no, no!" he shouted, which made you gasp. "i'm... i'm sorry... i couldn't... first, uncle ben, and now..." he cried out as he started to weep under his mask. with the last bit of strength you had, you shushed spider man, reaching your hand out for his that caressed your cheek. "spider man... please don't cry... over a--a stranger..." you whispered as he held your hand tightly, and soon... you were gone.

and peter... felt like he had died along with you. words can never begin to describe the sorrow and anguish he felt when he saw you there in that alleyway as he was chasing down that criminal, he could never imagine just how painful it was for you, and he feels like all the punishments in the world were never enough to absolve him for the sin of not being around long enough for you.

for not being able to save you when he could've done something.

"why... why them? why not me?" was all he could cry out to the skies above as he took off his mask and wept, still holding your cold hand in his own, as your lifeless body beat no more for the man you loved and held dearly in your, now pierced and unbeating, heart.

a/n: miguel was watching from a rooftop nearby with jess around the corner and with ben reilly narrating his secondhand grief.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @fictarian @maxoloqy @connors-cumslurper @ii01vp

[webslingingslasher]

omg seeing how other people see frat!peter is crazy

i see a buff(er) andrew garfield this is mental😧

also you’re killing me with these

the party and cherry??? i’m bawling i’m bringing out the super sad sad playlist

peter not giving a shit about trouble when he first saw her???

hockey peter and being beat up ??

🧍‍♂️🥲

girlie i love you and hate you for your writing it’s 🫶😀😟

SENDING YOU ALL THE BEST!!!!

it's kinda funny at this point because i am so deep into frat!peter that he is literally his own person to me. face claim is tom holland (for me, personally) but everything else is.... idk it's frat!peter ok??? he's fr an even mix of the two outside the face.

THANK YOUUUUU I LOVE YOU BBY!! <333

[the-kr8tor]

KATY 😭😭💔 I'm so freaking behind on your posts it's not funny. I miss youuuuu. I need my daily dose of Katy. How are you? Everyone seems to be doing great so that's good! (Except for @rexlroze. That one never ceases to concern me. Get the bat ready-)

It has been...a not so fun few days. I may or may not have cried in front of my proffesor. The college stress is real. But things are much better now. The one thing that's annoying the crap out of me is my need to make my own spiderman content and continue writing.

I finished off Martin Li?? It couldn't have been that easy right?? Silently crying over Otto's descend into madness and- MJ WHAT THE !$@%!? YURI TOO!? And what is up with verbally abusing Peter?? On a side note, Miles💕💜 my cutie patotee, disabled surveillance tech just so he wouldn't have to wait in line!? Really!? (I'm so proud-) I'm waiting for him to get bit already!! *sobbing* I unlocked the Spider Punk suit ✨️teehee✨️

Omg hi twin!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I missed you on here too! Daily dose of Katy 😂😂😂 I'm doing a-okay lovely! Currently editing bdas rn and drinking iced coffee 😋 Lmaoo there's no stopping roze anymore 🤣

Oh no! Unfortunately I get what you mean. I've cried in front of professors before and it is not a fun time 😞 I'm so sorry you went through that, angel. But I'm really happy that you're better now!

Lol yeah 😂 like what do you mean i have to create the stuff I want 🤣 Oh yeah that boss fight was so easy! Everyone's bullying Peter 😭 someone needs to give him a proper hug fr

Miles is the mvp in that whole game (besides from Peter) ngl

Yeeesss that's my favourite suit! (Even before I knew about Hobie I've loved him already 🥺)

[dontfeeltoohot]

Sick Eddie in a bad mood, any AU?

Ahhhh thank you! I love this prompt 😭

This turned into MUCH more than I originally planned. This is a new AU (not sure what to call it yet), with modern Eddissy. Eddie is owner of Munson Automotive, Chrissy is a kindergarten teacher. Gareth, Jeff, Tim and Max all work at the garage, while Steve, Robin, Peter, and more work at the school. 

TW: Brief mention of death/stroke. It is marked by ‘**’ before the paragraph! 

I hope you all enjoy! And thank you @softsnzstuff for letting me babble about it and ask you opinions. I can’t wait to answer the prompts you’ve sent. 

X X X

By the time Eddie’s making his way to his beat up van; and isn’t that ironic since he works on cars all day, he’s freezing cold, tired, achy, and wants to go to sleep. Tim had called out sick, though the manager hadn’t been surprised with how much he’d been coughing yesterday- uncovered. Gross. Jeff was still gone on vacation with his girlfriend, which left just himself, Max and Gareth. 

Normally, they could handle it easily, the shop’s not that huge and most of their customers are regulars. But today Eddie’s tired, and he’d not been the best owner, letting the other two work on cars while he’d tried to get through paperwork. That had proved to be a challenge too, with the headache he’d been nursing half the day before Max had come in and shoved the tylenol bottle at him. 

“You have that look. Just take the damn pills.” 

Cranking the heat up and grumbling to himself, the mechanic shivers and reverses out of his usual parking spot, ignoring how Benny waves goodbye. Sniffles have been coming more and more frequently, and his skin feels oddly sensitive, as his jacket shifts against his clothes and rubs his arms uncomfortably. Brown eyes feeling heavy, Eddie rubs his face as he slows to a stop at the red light.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Incoming Call: Chrissy 👸🏼

Eddie taps his answer button and Chrissy’s voice comes over the vans speakers.

“Hey baby!” Her voice is far too chipper, and it somehow grates on his nerves.

“Hey Chris, what’s up?”

“Can you run by the store? I was going to make spaghetti tonight but ran out of onions.”

Every fiber of the musician wants to say no. He doesn’t want to go to the store and deal with traffic and people.

“Can we just do something dif-“

“Eddie, no, Jake’s coming over, remember? It’s Tuesday…”

And fuck. It is Tuesday, which is the day Chrissy’s little brother comes over for dinner. But really, what makes him so special that they have to have spaghetti?

“I…didn’t forget. But why do we have to have spaghetti? We have stuff to make Pad Thai…” Eddie starts making his way to the next lane over, already knowing deep down he’s going to have to go to the grocery store.

“That doesn’t sound good, plus Jake asked if we could have it.”

“Right, ok, I’ll be home soon. Text me a list,” the words come out abruptly and he ends the call before she can get another word in.

The amount of cars in the Whole Foods parking lot is rather ridiculous for a Tuesday night. Eddie still doesn’t understand Chrissy’s determination not to eat crap, and to try for all organic stuff, but she’s his wife, and he backs her on everything. Even $10 juices, apparently. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket as he walks inside, pulling his ‘Munson Automotive’ sweatshirt tighter to his frame, the frigid air whipping against his cheeks.

Grabbing a shopping cart, the long haired man sniffles and starts making his way through the sliding doors, pulling out his phone to see the list.

Onions

Tomatoes

Basil

Bread - for garlic bread

Pick some ice cream, love youuuuu! ❤️

Blinking, Eddie swipes at his nose and sighs, feeling the headache rebuild at the base of his skull, throbbing into his ears. It makes his entire head feel tight and he moves his jaw around, hoping to release some of the uncomfortable tension. It doesn’t help. He gets through the first few items, then a call from his wife has him pause at the end of the spice aisle.

“What’s up?”

“Hey, can you grab some more of the coffee creamer too?”

Nodding and forgetting she can’t see him, he tries to move out of the way for a middle aged woman, who goes the same direction.

“Excuse me..”

“Sorry, was just trying to step out of the way…”

The woman rolls her eyes and Eddie has the intense urge to flip her off. Instead he’s interrupted by Chrissy on the phone.

“-die did you hear me?”

“Creamer, got it,” he huffs, rolling his eyes, hanging up once she does the same.

As he rolls through the aisles trying to find what they need, he once again runs into bitchy-lady (he’s decided that’s her new name), who gives him a pointed look when he coughs into his arm, wincing at the sudden sore throat he’s now sporting. She moves in front of him to grab bread, knocking her cart with his and scoffing. He knows it’s childish, but he hits her cart back, maybe just a liiiiittle to hard, and she whips around.

“Is there a problem?”

“I don’t know, is there?” His eyebrow raises and he stands a little taller.

Eddie’s not a true confrontational guy. Sure he talks a big game, but he hates when people are angry or upset with him, and he’s a peacekeeper between his friends and band mates. So the fact he’s getting snippy with this middle aged Karen isn’t a good sign, but in the moment he can’t bring himself to care. Bitchy-Lady huffs and rolls her eyes, before giving him the fakest smile he’s ever seen.

“Of course not.”

Nodding, Eddie leans in front of the woman to grab the bread he and Chrissy use, sniffling and ignoring the noise from next to him, when he blocks her view entirely.

“Maybe we’ll bump into each other again,” he smirks, voice laced with sarcasm as he drops the bread into the cart and heads towards the freezer section, white knuckling the long handle bar.

Looking at the ice cream only makes him shiver harder. His sweatshirt sleeves are down over his fingers, brushing his chains as he looks at his options. Jake doesn’t like chocolate, and Chrissy hates vanilla. His brain whispers that they’re too picky but he waves the words away, even if he wants to agree. He goes with cheesecake instead, knowing both of the Cunningham’s enjoy it, even if he himself doesn’t. Not like he’s hungry anyway. 

As he’s walking back out to his van with the bags, his phone buzzes again, but he ignores it, hands full. When it pauses and the restarts, the musician rolls his eyes and yanks open the passenger side door, setting the food down in the chair before yanking his phone out of his pocket. 

“Yeah?” Eddie winces at the irritation in his tone. 

“Can you grab orange juice too? We’re all out.” 

“Fuckin’...yeah, that’s fine, just have to go back in. The ice cream will probably melt.” 

Eddie doesn’t mean to be so prickly and sensitive, but everything is grating on his nerves, his body hurts, and Chrissy forgetting things is making him want to scream. 

“Ice cream will be fine honey, it’s not like it’s hot outside.” 

“See you soon,” the long haired man grumbles. 

Twenty minutes later, Eddie’s entering his and Chrissy’s small but cozy house, all but slamming the door behind him. His nose won’t stop running, and really he should have grabbed a thing of tissues, but Christ knows he wasn’t going to go back in for a third time to the hellish landscape of Whole Foods. Walking into the kitchen, he can vaguely smell something being made, though he’s not sure what since he’s got half the ingredients in his hands.

With another shiver crawling up his spine, he sets the bags down and looks at his wife who’s in the middle of browning meat in a pan. Exhaustion feels like it’s weighing the long haired man down, so he sniffles, swipes at his nose, and then leans over to press a kiss to Chrissy’s head. 

“Hey baby, got your stuff,” he gestures to the island in the middle of the room. 

“Great! Can you work on chopping some onions for me? I want to get this stuff cooking before Jake gets here.” 

“Chrissy...I need to shower, I’m gross from work.” 

Normally, Eddie doesn’t mind helping in the kitchen, even if he’s come straight from work. Today he’s ready to fight back and disagree with everything everyone says, and the thought of a nice hot shower only makes the feeling intensify. The blonde turns to look at him with a furrowed brow, eyes sweeping him up and down. 

“What?” 

“...nothing. Jeez you’re grumpy today, was work alright?” 

“It was fine. Look...I’m gonna take a shower, then I can come back and hel-” 

“It’s fine, I’ll do it, just go get cleaned up,” she offers, looking like she’s barely containing an eye roll. 

Not needing to be told twice, Eddie books it out of their kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom, already dreading taking his sweatshirt off. By the time the bathroom is steamy from the showers hot water, the guitarist is starting to tremble again, bare skin exposed before he steps in and lets the spray hit him. The moan that drops from his mouth is embarrassingly loud. 

He loses track of time. After washing his hair and body; making sure he doesn’t smell like car oil and exhaust, he leans against the wet tiles and shuts his eyes, focusing on the feeling of the water running against his back. Eddie’s not exactly sure how long he’s been zoning out, but a knock at the ensuite door makes him jump, adrenaline releasing into his body. 

“Jesus Christ Chrissy! What the hell?!” 

“...sorry? Hurry up, Jake’s almost here. You’re taking longer than I do.” 

The words make Eddie bristle, but he can’t place why, exactly. When she’s gone, the twenty seven year old coughs and rubs at his nose, harder this time, the steam knocking congestion loose. A tickle is teasing his sinuses, and his big brown eyes flutter while the water starts to grow cool. 

“hhiiGkSH’ew! hihKTschew! snf! iiGhXshEW!” He doesn’t bother covering, instead just aiming his head down and away from his body. 

Stepping out of the shower means the cold that’s been clinging to his bones; soothed only by the hot water, is now back, making him shiver. Eddie dries himself off, brushes his hair as well as he can, then heads to get dressed, towel low on his hips. Sweatpants and an old shirt of Wayne’s sounds the coziest, but with Jake coming, he begrudgingly slips into jeans instead, pulling a sweatshirt on over a threadbare Blue Öyster Cult tee. 

Chrissy has her soft, pink sweater on she’s had for years, and when he gets close enough, the mechanic wraps his arms around her and rubs his face into the material. It’s warm and soft and feels unbearably comforting. 

“Eddie baby, I need to finish seasoning the sauce,” she says, and though her tone is light and a giggle follows, the man drops his arms by his side, feeling like a scolded child. 

“When’s your brother getting here?” 

“Any second…are you ok? You seem on edge…or upset. Are you sure nothing happened at work?” 

A strand of hair gets fiddled with as he shakes his head, swallowing and wincing. 

“Tim called out, but it was fine. Mostly did paper work while Red and Gareth worked on cars,” he shrugs, rubbing at his septum with the crook of his finger subtly. “Jeff gets back in a couple of days, though he probably won’t shut up about Denv-“ 

A knock at the door interrupts him, and Chrissy beams, setting the wooden spoon she’s been using to stir the pot of sauce down. Eddie makes sure she doesn’t see the annoyed look he can feel his features make, not wanting to upset her or make her think he doesn’t want Jake around. He enjoys Chrissy’s little brother, even if he’s a bit loud and rambunctious. Eddie can’t blame him- if he grew up in a stuffy, pretentious home like the two of them had, he’d be far more of a terror than he is now, too. 

Hearing the siblings exchange greetings, the long haired man rubs at his nose again, pressing it to the inside of his sleeve cuff, hoping to get rid of the itchy feeling. All it does is wipe up the slight mess that’s been accumulating around the edges of his nostrils. Now he’s going to need to wash his damn sweatshirt. 

“Hey Eddie!” 

“Hey man,” he nods at him, seeing the twenty three year old’s brought a bottle of wine. 

The one time wine doesn’t sound appealing.

Rolling his neck around, an ache catches when he leans to his left, right around his lymph nodes. Pressing his fingertips to the area, he scrunches his nose up and wishes Jake was gone. Chrissy could give him a massage where he must have tweaked his neck while working. 

Feeling chilled, he goes and fiddles with the temperature, bumping it up a degree. As if Chrissy has a second sense for anything to do with the thermostat (he swears she does), she pokes her head down the hall and narrows her eyes. 

“If you’re messing with that it better be to turn it down!” 

“One degree up won’t hurt you,” he shakes his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. 

“It’s not even that cold! Put on socks if you’re cold.” 

Eddie runs a hand down his face, trying to remember this is just one of her things, the temperature of the house. He’s always been cold natured, and while he’s normally ok being slightly cold, tonight he’s far too shivery. He walks back down the hall towards his wife, ignoring her look of indignation. 

“Eddie!” 

“Chrissy!” He retaliates in a mocking tone. “I’m cold as hell, ahhnd-snf! and I don’t want to freeze my balls off….” The last words linger in the air only half spoken, as his nostrils twitch and he brings the crook of his arm to his face. 

“ihGkTSCHuhew! hih’IHTchew! snfsnf! Sohhr-ihKSHuhEW! God, sorry,” Eddie sniffles wetly, rubbing his nose against his arm quickly before dropping it. 

“Bless you. Put another shirt on, it’s going to get warm soon anyway, now that we have an extra body taking up space.” 

“Jesus Christ, Chrissy! It’s not that big of a deal!” 

The words are louder than he means them to be, his body is tense and his muscles ache from the sheer stress of it all. He doesn’t understand why she can’t just let one degree go. He feels like an ice block, and maybe putting on socks or another shirt would help, yeah, but now this is about getting what he wants. 

Chrissy’s eyes widen slightly, and her left eyebrow raises, her arms now crossing in front of her chest. She looks entirely too ‘mom ready to yell at her child’ but Eddie doesn’t care. Another shiver wracks his frame and he too folds his arms in front of him, though it’s more to try and preserve heat than anything else. 

“Everything okay?” Jake’s voice rings out, then the man walks to the hallway, looking at them with a furrowed brow. 

“Everything’s peachy, Jacob.” 

A scoff from Chrissy has both men looking in her direction. 

“Really? You’re going to put your storm cloud over Jake too? If you’re in that bad of a mood, why don’t you just take a few minutes? Because you’re putting me in a bad mood, when I’ve had a good day.” 

Snapping his mouth shut and pulling his lips in a thin line, Eddie nods. Sniffling, he bites at his thumbnail and then after a moment he speaks, breaking the tense silence. 

“Fine. Don’t wait up for dinner, I’m not hungry anyway.”

With that, the twenty seven year old turns around, then walks into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him. If it’s a little more forceful than usual, no one says anything, at least not that he can hear. Once he’s alone, the musician lets out a breath and his entire body sags, fight leaving him. His throat hurts, his head hurts, his entire body aches. He’s starting to not be able to breathe through his nose and his sinuses feel like they’re buzzing. 

God damn it. If Tim’s gotten him sick he’s being banished from the garage, Eddie decides as he crawls into their bed, pulling the covers close to him. It’s dark enough outside in late November that the room is practically pitch black now, which makes the sleep that's tugging at him come easily. He’s asleep in minutes. 

X X X 

Chrissy knew something was up the minute Eddie walked through the door that afternoon, his entire demeanor wrong- pent up and prickly. It’s apparent now, that maybe she should have asked Jake if they could reschedule, like Eddie had suggested hours prior. She doles out two plates; making sure to give her brother extra sauce, and then sits down across from him at the table they have near the kitchen. 

“Is…he okay? I haven’t really seen him act like that,” Jake frowns, glancing over at the now empty hallway. “He’s not like that all the time is he?” 

“No! No, he’s not, he never acts like this honestly,” the strawberry blonde sighs and twirls a noodle onto her fork. “I don’t know why he’s so grumpy today. I asked if something happened at work but he said it was fine.” 

“Maybe he’s just having a bad day,” the blonde shrugs back, taking a large bite of his spaghetti. 

“Yeah, probably,” the teacher huffs, dragging her foot on the ground beneath her seat. 

It’s quiet for a moment as they eat, and then- 

“It’s just…he doesn’t get upset over stuff like that. Sure he’ll be dramatic, but usually it includes him playing up theatrics and grabbing a blanket to wrap himself in. Not getting genuinely annoyed.” 

Jake nods, listening and thinking. 

“When did his uncle die, again? Maybe it’s close to that time? And he’s upset?” 

“Wayne died nine months ago. So yeah, he could be upset, but not more so than usual, I wouldn’t think. I’m gonna let him have some time, and after we finish I’ll go check on him.” 

When they finish talking and eating, Chrissy feels less wound up. She goes to take their plates but her brother puts his hand on hers, shaking his head. 

“I got it. You go check on the rain cloud,” he teases, making her smile. He’s good at that. 

“Fine. But just this once. You’re still a guest.” 

“I’ve never been a guest in this house. But nice try sissy.” 

Laughing, Chrissy heads down the hallway and towards the closed bedroom door, pausing outside of it to listen and see if she can hear anything that’ll tip her off on what her husband is doing. She assumes he’s watching tv or maybe writing lyrics, but it’s silent on the other side of the door. Holding the handle, she pushes the door open and freezes, eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness, making out his silhouette. 

Eddie is hunkered down under their sheets and blankets, his sweatshirt hood up around his face, curls falling out from either side. Quietly; curiously, Chrissy walks to the left side of the bed and peers down at the mechanic, then sits on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on his shoulder. 

“Eddie, baby?” 

** 

The brunette stirs and shifts, inhaling and exhaling through his mouth, a small noise making her heart swell at how soft he looks. Sometimes she forgets he’s not all rough and tumble, at least, she has the past few months. Wayne dying took a toll on him, on them, their marriage, the garage, everything. Her husband had shut down, stopped eating, stopped socializing, stopped doing anything but working. 

And working, well…it had been Wayne’s garage. And everyone knew that it would be handed down to his nephew who’d worked there since he was sixteen, but no one expected it to be so soon. A stroke, the doctor had said, as she and Eddie stood in a quiet hallway, getting confirmation the fifty year old had passed. She’ll never forget the way her husband had gone white, how he’d grabbed onto her so tightly she thought he was going to actually pass out.

**

Rubbing Eddie’s shoulder gently, she gets the man to stir more, and as she leans over and turns the bedside light on, he opens his big brown eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the brightness. Now, she can see what’s going on, and why her husband’s been grumpy. His cheeks are flushed and there’s dark smudges under his too dull eyes, lips less pink than usual.

“Hey handsome,” she murmurs, pressing her palm against his forehead and then cheek, warmth pooling off of them. 

“Hey.” 

His voice is croaky, though she’s not sure if it’s from sleep or sickness. He holds in a cough, pushing it down, then sniffles and rubs his face with his hand. 

“At least I know you’re grumpy because you’re sick, and not because of something that happened,” she says gently, fingers playing with a stray curl. “Scale of 1 to 10, how icky?” 

**

It’s something Wayne used to do, when she; or once in a blue moon Eddie, would get sick, once he warmed up to her. With her own parents out of the picture, the older man practically adopted her as one of their own, even before she and Eddie were legally married. She can recall easily getting taken back to her husband's old trailer he still stayed in with his uncle- to watch over him of course, and how Wayne had come into the bedroom and asked her questions. 

**

Eddie must recognize the words instantly when she asks them, because his eyes shut and he presses his lips together tightly. 

“Seven.” His voice is wobbly, and when he looks at her again, there’s a wet shininess to his eyes. 

“Ok, I’m going to grab the thermometer, and I’ll be right back. I love you Eddie.” Chrissy presses a kiss to his head, smiling when he nods. 

“Love you too baby. Sorry I was such a jerk.” 

“If you had told me how sick you felt I would have conceded just this once,” she teases, happy when she gets a tiny smile out of him. 

“Thought I was tired. Pretty sure Tim got me sick.” 

“Fire him.” 

“Mm, thinking like a Munson,” he jokes, sniffling and swiping at his wrist. 

“Thermometer and tissues. I’ll get Jake to run to the store for us. I’ll be right back ok? Just rest.” 

“Guess for you I can do that.” 

She giggles and heads back out to find her little brother, already planning on making soup and grilled cheese, making a mental list of what they’ll need. 

[octoberconstellation]

hiiiii!! Happy love letter night!! I love your blog so much!! you're so cool and nice!! and you have wonderful vibes! and omg I'm so happy you're also an ed sheeran fan!! also your questions are so fun and creative!! I'm terrible about answering but I love them sm <3

also omg DID YOU AHVE A BIRTHDAY??!?!!??

(i have no idea if everyone's doing these so sorry if you're not you can ignore this if you want)

This is so sweet <3<3<3 thank youuuuu!

I did have a birthday and I convinced my parents to take me to a Maisie peters concert for it, so it was really special because we don’t go to concerts, like ever

[kelseas-ballerini]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

thank youuuuu for the ask 💗 i have also shuffled my june 2024 playlist, here we go!

1. love me right by gretta ray

2. you to you by maisie peters

3. ruin by cate

4. levitating by dua lipa

5. glowing review by maisie peters

[oesker]

i need your opinions on peter pettigrew for scientific research? like do you head canon him to be good or no? canon or non-canon? LOVE YOUUUUU 🫶🏼🫶🏼

HI LOVELY!!! there's a special place in my heart for good fanon peter !!! in my brain he never did that and no one died and everyone was friends for the rest of their lives and FUCK CANON i love peter🥰

[newdejavuu]

hey.....remember when that anon came into my inbox asking for my opinion on pete wentz's worst fashion moments.......and now peter is doing a video series on his worst fashion moments....

hiiiiiii fob social media intern . i love youuuuu

[xoxoemynn]

Hey hey hey, good luck w the meetings! How about 4, 8, annnnnnnd 59 please?

Thank youuuuu! Fortunately they were relatively painless. Have some music!

4.

8.

59.

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

[redvelvettsunflower]

Good afternoon @frankenkyle19!!! I've been a fan for years of AHS and Evan Peters, but I recently got into the world of ¨x Evan character per reader¨ and you're one of my favorite writers!!!

I've seen you choose an Evan character based on the person's description and I'll pass it on to you, I don't know if you still do it but anyway, thank you and thank you for your writing <3

My Aesthethic:

Autumn is my favorite season. I also like warm colors (Oranges, reds, browns, greens, and blacks)

I'm a Scorpio.

A mix of Hufflepuff and Slytherin (makes no sense)

Anxiety, depression and ADHD

I love to write

Michael Jackson, Lana del Rey, KISS

Short stature, hourglass body type, caramel skin and light brown eyes

I love reading about true crime and watching series like the 100, teen wolf, ahs, blacklist, mindhunter, criminal minds etc

A mix of dark academia and cottagore.

Thank you sooo much, and love youuuuu.