#STORM THE IKEAS

[zombocomme]

Welcome to the TF Birthday Bash @IKEA

(Everyone, inc RP blogs come join the party!)

Zombo’s Invitation was made of scraping paper and rubber stamps, stickers, a five year old (one with ADHD and an obsession for cats) would have made it. but the penmanship was neat- and the instructions simple enough "follow the balloons to the party! 7pm Don't be late :) "

You didn’t know they ever hosted birthday parties at IKEA- but i mean, if liminal spaces and dreamcore music were the collective memory of places like Chuck-E-Cheese and the McDonald’s Playscapes, maybe as an adult this wasn’t too far off the mark… odd though. A few scattered cars in the lot, the wind whipping the leaves of a cloudy dusk that felt oddly menacing. Shelter ahead in the form of large Blue and Yellow paint looked more inviting than this lonely exterior…

You walk in… the automatic doors shut behind you... and the fun begins…

(interact, if you dare... you only have, a single ordinary cake or cupcake set, an invitation, and a party hat from the table at the door)

you may enter alone, or witha buddy.

repost, rethread, respond.

Zombocomme presents their IKEA house of Horrors...

*don't be late*

[stari-hun]

Medicine Pocket is the type to get a ton of dolls from someone else in the suitcase but get so obsessed with making extremely messy messy stories about them to the point that Mesmer Jr says enough is enough and confiscates them all.

[bereft-of-frogs]

I had to get a new router and modem due to having to reset it multiple times a day for the past two weeks and I managed to set it up ALL BY MYSELF.

Look at me. So tech savvy. Wow.

[can-they-assemble-ikea-furniture]

*NOT other versions of the character

Assume they have access to ikea furniture

[inked-out-trees]

Ok!

12 for Trevor

13

And I think 18

ok!!!! :)

sorry i rambled a lot so i'm readmoreing this LMAO

12. Character + Dialogue (Trevor)

“I’m putting up a sign. If your name is Annie Twilloil or Francis Beaumont, fuck off. Rabid cat inside. Or whatever.” Trevor waves a sleepy hand in the air. “Something something I’ll bite you.” (Chapter 2)

13. Talk about your growth from your first fic to now.

oh boy. it's been almost eight years. or maybe it has been eight years. you're sending me back to wattpad, buddy, i don't know if i can forgive that (fully joking).

i started writing my first real fic (for academic purposes we are talking about the first thing i posted, not all my elementary school flights of fancy) in junior high, mostly in spurts on the bus or back and forth on a shitty little usb drive that also carried my schoolwork. i'm pretty sure the main document was password protected and in a folder labeled something totally innocuous because i was thirteen and painfully embarrassed about writing supernatural fanfiction as though anyone else would ever use my memory stick, like, ever. flash forward to today where the writing folder on my laptop is 90% fic and i Do Not Care Anymore! but still with weird titles because that's just how these things go.

(but also shoutout to my first fic, which according to wattpad is still #939 in supernatural fic after alll these years. it's got a little medal next to it and everything. fuck yeah!)

when i read it i see a lot of things that mark a young writer - mostly characterisation issues, things that could be portrayed better, I hadn't gotten the hang of internal monologues yet so it's quite painfully objective (in comparison to my current taste and style). but, like, honestly? not bad. not bad at all. full respect to thirteen-year-old me for sticking through and writing, like, a full 50 thousand word thing without even realising it.

("alright, i did the math and, with various author's notes included because i wasn't going to put any more effort into this than what wattpad gave me, our wordcount for this fic was... 52,385. my third longest fic to date" -from a conversation with a friend a couple months ago, timestamp almost 2am. moral of the story: wattpad give us word counts please)

ANYWAY. aside from the, you know, wattpad stuff, what propelled me forward on that particular fic was both the existence of a full story in my head (and then some. rest in peace to the abandoned sequel) and some pretty cool folks to share it with. not stopping - and, indeed, writing more spn stuff before finally metamorphasis-ing into a theatre kid - was prompted through friends. so. friends are the reason for everything. another reason for everything was my move from wattpad to ao3, which happened somewhere in my move from junior high to high school (very symbolic i know) and subsequently allowed for such things as: greater audience! a comment section! sophistication! all the cool kids use ao3!

and, like, even ao3 era onwards. from 2016's newsies works to now there's like. improvement in plotting and planning! character voice and internal monologue! fun with structure! music! all these funky fresh things that i'm always so excited to work with. i don't even really have words to describe it anymore i just think it's fun as hell. it's just like. i will keep writing and i will keep getting better and these things are perpetual. and in several years with even more work under my belt i will be able to look back at what i've been doing the past couple years and do the exact same thing.

but all my love remains to the password-protected word docs that hold those supernatural fics from an earlier time. some of them saw the light of day and some of them straight up did not. all of them are still in my heart.

18. Share a line from a fic you'll never finish.

("cornley time travel au: is significantly better written, stronger interpersonal relationships, i actually know what i'm doing / supernatural OC apocalypse fic: written when my hubris knew no limits, has demons in the story. oh and em-dashes. i only started using em-dashes in like 2017" -same conversation as above)

remember how i wrote a sequel (threequel) to the lookout mmnis? i was also fully prepared to write a sequel to flat pack attack. rest in peace to flat pack attack: homeworld which will probably never see the light of day. the idea was good and a kid can dream

SAMPSON: You ever heard of… (reading from a page) a tailsman?

DELTA: Is it a talisman you mean?

Sampson squints at the page.

SAMPSON: No, this says tails. Like a monkey.

He sticks a hand near the base of his chair and does a tail approximation.

oh and secondary shoutout to another abandoned newsies au that drew on my experiences with high school theatre tech, aptly named welcome to hell - its namesake was something like:

He catches a glimpse of the whiteboard once again before he leaves. Someone, probably Jack again, has wiped out most of the letters in HOTEL CALIFORNIA - now it just reads WELCOME TO H EL L.

[dacrystalsim]

The Sims 3 IKEA Home Stuff

It's finally done, The Sims 2 IKEA Home Stuff completely converted to The Sims 3!

This pack includes 80 items, 5 wallpapers and a collection file. Everything is CASTable (See pictures below to see the CASTable channels of each item). Download: [SFS] | [MTS] Notice! One of the items (ODDA Wardrobe) requires The Sims 3 Supernatrual, don't install this object in your game if you don't have Supernatrual installed. The download includes 3 files, download only one! The download versions: IKEA Home Stuff-Merged_Supernatrual Merged file that includes the ODDA Wardrobe. IKEA Home Stuff-Merged_BaseGame Merged file that doesn't include the ODDA Wardrobe, making it base game compatible. IKEA Home Stuff-Unmerged Unmereged version, mix and match to your liking ;)

Polycount: ANES Bedframe H 2820 / M 2016 ANES Single Bedframe H 2292 / M 1722 ANES Chest of 4 Drawers H 977 / M 681

EKTORP 2 Seat Sofa H 1524 / M 1142 EKTORP 3 Seat Sofa H 1964 / M 1374 EKTORP Armchair H 956 / M 716

HEMNES Bedside Table H 432 / M 280 HEMNES Bedside Table #2 H 1524 / M 914 HEMNES Chest of 3 Drawers H 929 / M 666 HEMNES Chest of 6 Drawers H 1364 / M 1002 HEMNES Double Bed Frame H 2164 / M 1486 HEMNES Single Bed Frame H 1556 / M 1122 HEMNES Mirror H 438 / M 362

IKEA PS Cabinet H 760 / M 532 IKEA PS Clock H 370 / M 280 IKEA PS Rug H 72 IKEA PS Tealight Holder H 1328 / M 996

KARLSTAD Armchair H 1024 / M 716 KARLSTAD Sofa H 2192 / M 1752 KARLSTAD Two Seat Sofa H 1680 / M 1175

KLIPPAN Sofa H 2648 / M 1852 KLIPPAN Two Seat Sofa H 1766 / M 1324 KLIPPAN Sofa - No Pillow H 1658 / M 876 KLIPPAN Sofa - V2 Pillow H 2074 / M 1554 KLIPPAN Armchair H 966 / M 724

LACK Side Table H 128 / M 102 LACK Wall Shelf H 1228 / M 858 LACK Wall Shelf (Zigzag) H 302 / M 302 LACK Wall Shelf (Zigzag with Toy) H 849 / M 849 LACK Wall Shelf (Empty) H 48 / M 12 Minnen Groda Frog Prince H 1024 / M 1024 BARNSLIG FLODHAST Toy H 547 / M 547

MALM Chest of 2 Drawers H 286 / M 286 MALM Chest of 3 Drawers H 582 / M 540 MALM Chest of 6 Drawers H 744 / M 703 MALM Double Bed Frame H 1702 / M 1164 MALM Single Bed Frame H 1174 / M 892

BENNO CD Tower H 1502 / M 1126 BILD Doggy Dream H 204 / M 136 BILD Poster Yin and Yang H 204 / M 140 BILLY Bookcase H 1212 / M 1054 BLADET 3 Plant Pots with 1 Tray H 1046 / M 734 EXPEDIT TV Storage Unit H 2046 / M 1974 FAMNIG HJARTA Cushion H 990 / M 692 FREDRIK Workstation H 1504 / M 1054 HATTEN Side Table H 1128 / M 902 HELMER Drawer Unit on Casters H 874 / M 610 IKEA STOCKHOLM Vase H 896 / M 704 IMFORS Coffee Table H 868 / M 650 JULES Visitors Chair H 1030 / M 826 KILA Work Lamp H 734 / M 587 KRABB Mirror Long H 552 / M 404 KRABB Mirror Short H 524 / M 454 LAMPAN Table Lamp H 814 / M 696 LEKSVIK Coffee Table H 864 / M 724 MAREK Lamp H 1108 / M 830 MONGSTAD Mirror H 74 / 36 MYLONIT Table Lamp H 775 / M 573 ODDA Wardrobe H 1700 / M 1344 PJATTERYD Picture H 154 / M 98 PJATTERYD Picture Zebra H 154 / M 98 POANG Armchair H 1600 / M 1280 PREMIAR Picture Flatiron Building NY H 154 / M 98 RAKET Table Easel H 400 / M 240 REGOLIT Pendant Lamp Shade H 1098 / M 846 RIBBA Frame H 408 / M 382 RINGUM Rug H 64 SLATTHULT Decorative Sticker Poppy H 4 STORM Floor Lamp H 1044 / M 729 SVEJE Rug H 2 ULDUM Rug H 2 VANNA Mirror H 736 VASEN Vase H 973 VIKA GREVSTA Table H 740 / M 694 VIKA HYTTAN Table H 928 / M 834

BENNO TV Bench on Castors H 1268 / M 970 MANDAL Chest of 6 Drawers H 748 / M 520 NOMINELL Chair H 1510 / M 1056 SKRUVSTA Armchair H 1520 / M 1064 STRIND Side Table H 1516 / M 1135 Special thanks: @sims3tutorialhub, Mod The Sims forums and the TS3CreatorCave discord <3 @xto3conversionsfinds

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

part one part two

there’s an incessant & incredibly annoying sound coming from the kitchen when eddie finally drags himself out of his massive bed & down the stairs the next morning. he’d just gotten off a long phone call with chrissy that should have taken ten minutes & ended up taking a full hour, only for her to come to the conclusion that he needed to be there when both teams met this afternoon to discuss the logistics of the joint public appearance she had finally talked him in to over the course of two very late-night phone calls the night before and dozens of increasingly desperate text messages. eddie was an asshole, but he wasn't about to ruin everything that he and the band had been working toward for years. so he’s already deeply annoyed & a little pissed off as he makes his way to breakfast & it takes him a moment of standing in the hallway, face scrunched up in confusion, but it almost sounds like… jingling.

he sets his mouth in a straight line, takes a deep breath, & drags his still-tired body through the doorway into the kitchen for breakfast.

a breakfast that’s being made by assistant steve, who’s wearing… the most hideous sweater vest known to man.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” eddie blurts out before he can even think twice about it. not that he would’ve, anyway.

steve looks up from where he’s cooking at the stove to glance at eddie before looking down at his own torso. “you don’t like it?” steve frowns, as if he actually cares about eddie’s opinion. “i know it’s a few months early, but it’s one of my favorites. i found it at a goodwill a couple of years ago, can you believe it? someone just gave this away?”

“uh, yeah,” eddie rolls his eyes dramatically to make sure that steve can see. “i can definitely fucking believe it.”

because steve is wearing the most disgusting christmas sweater vest eddie has ever seen. hand-knit, if the crooked & misshapen santa head is anything to go by, & absolutely covered in… jingle bells.

“come on,” steve says, returning to his task of cooking eddie’s breakfast. “surely even you don’t hate christmas.”

“i do,” eddie lies. “and this is a strictly non-religious household. it’s against company policy to bring christmas into the building.”

“what company is that?” steve asks, not even looking at him.

eddie scowls but doesn’t respond, noticing a green gift bag on the counter. “what’s this?”

steve turns. “what’s what?”

“this,” eddie gestures toward the bag.

“oh,” steve smiles. “well, since you gave me such a great ‘welcome to the team’ gift yesterday,” steve gestures to the pink cat collar eddie hadn’t noticed that he’d looped through one of his belt loops, “i figured i should get you something too.” eddie makes no move toward the bag on the counter. “go ahead,” steve goads, still smiling. “everyone loves presents, right?”

eddie, not one to back down when challenged, pulls the bag toward himself & stares at it for a moment, as if it might bite him. steve has gone back to plating eddie’s morning omelet for him, like he doesn’t even care if eddie opens the gift or not. eddie discards the green tissue paper & pulls out… a set of black plastic tongs. the cheap kind you get at ikea for 39 cents when you finally move out of your parents house & have your first ever apartment. clearly used, if the melting on one side is anything to go by, like whoever owned them had left them resting on top of a hot toaster for too long.

“what the fuck?”

steve brings eddie’s breakfast plate over to where he’s standing at the massive kitchen island. “i thought they’d be helpful.” he’s still, infuriatingly, smiling.

“helpful for what?” eddie demands.

“to pull the stick out of your ass.”

~*~

eddie had fired vickie for less. he’s still stewing on it, the insufferable way steve had grinned at him as he’d thrown the tongs across the room & stormed from the kitchen, leaving behind the omelet he’d actually been looking forward to. he’d retreated to his basement studio without a word, pretending as if he’d try writing or even just playing mindlessly in the hopes he’d strike gold, but so far he’s just been sitting in silence with his guitar in his hands, replaying the events from the kitchen in his mind.

the thing is, eddie knows he’s an asshole. and he knows it’s gotten worse since… well, he knows he’s gotten worse in the last year. since everything happened. since wayne.

he knows it & he can’t stop it, even if he really wanted to, which he doesn’t. he likes the power rush, the adrenaline, the superiority he feels when he’s nasty to someone & they just have to take it. it feels good, after so much bad. as long as he doesn’t really consider the feelings of the person on the receiving end of his ire. as long as wayne isn’t there to give him that disappointed sigh & those sad hangdog eyes of his.

because wayne had been his moral compass. wayne had been everything. and now that he’s gone, eddie has no way to check himself. no reason to. it just doesn’t matter anymore.

so he’s mean & he knows it. likes it. won’t stop for anything.

he startles when there’s a knock on the glass that separates the booth from the control room & looks up to see steve waving at him & then point down at his watch.

eddie waits until steve retreats back upstairs before following.

~*~

the car ride to nancy’s office is silent. eddie wears his noise canceling headphones & sits in the back seat, doesn’t even acknowledge steve when he jumps out of the car at the valet stand, just shoves past the security guard at the door & makes his way toward the elevator where chrissy’s waiting for him.

“hey,” she greets him, sunny smile on her face. eddie wants to say something biting, wants to hurt her because he knows he can, but he doesn’t.

“hi,” he grumbles instead & follows her into the elevator where she hits the button for nancy’s floor. he leans against the back wall, folds his arms over his chest & stares down at his boots.

“so like we talked about, his team it here. doesn’t look like he’s with them,” she tells him. eddie looks up at that.

“then why the fuck do i have to be here?”

chrissy sighs. “he was supposed to show. that was part of the deal. that you’d both be here to work out the details of the appearance.”

“if he’s just gonna make this a joke—" eddie can feel the anger rising in him.

“i don’t think that’s what this is, eddie,” chrissy levels him with a look. “i think he’s in real trouble with his label.”

“chris, i don’t need this. i didn’t do anything wrong,” eddie tells her, anger flaring.

“you started a brawl at a club that damaged twenty thousand dollars worth of property, eddie.”

eddie rolls his eyes. “there’s no way anything in the hideout is worth twenty thousand dollars. the land it sits on isn’t even worth that much.”

chrissy sighs again. “what’s the issue? seriously. i thought you guys hadn't even seen each other in over a year. i know he was shitty back then, but i thought everything was fine. how did this even start?”

if it were anyone else, eddie would just ignore the question. but since it’s chrissy, he takes a deep breath and says, “he talked about wayne. said shit that was private, between us. stuff that was said behind closed doors. stuff that shouldn’t have been brought into a fucking club in front of a bunch of drunk strangers doing coke, for fucks sake.” he slams his fist into the elevator wall, too angry to stop himself. chrissy doesn’t even flinch, too used to his outbursts at this point.

chrissy just looks at him & he can feel himself squirm under her gaze. “okay,” she says, like that’s all there is to it. and maybe it is, because she loved wayne too & she was there for it all. wayne’s illness, the funeral, the fallout. she saw it all. “why don’t you go home? he’s not here. we can do this without you.” eddie tries to interrupt but she cuts him off. “we won’t agree to anything without talking to you first. i promise.”

the elevator dings. they’re finally at nancy’s floor.

“fine,” eddie says, leaning back against the elevator wall & crossing his arms again as chrissy moves to hit the button for the lobby before getting off.

“i’ll call you, okay? and we’ll talk about it,” she says, before walking down the hall to the conference room.

~*~

the elevator ride seems to take forever & by the time eddie makes it back down to the lobby, steve has somehow managed to park the car and find another smoothie, the same purple as yesterday’s.

“let’s go,” eddie grumbles as he passes where steve is sitting. steve looks up in surprise.

“that’s it?” steve asks, getting up from the bench he’s sitting on. “i thought you had a meeting?”

“canceled. i wanna go home,” eddie pushes through the glass doors out into the LA sunshine.

steve doesn’t say anything, just hands the valet their ticket & they wait several minutes before the car is brought back around.

eddie knows he shouldn’t. knows it’s mean. but he can’t help himself. as he brushes past steve to climb into the backseat, he knocks the smoothie straight from steve’s hand, where it falls to the sidewalk, sending splatters of purple all across steve’s clean sneakers & the bottoms of his light wash jeans.

“oops, sorry. no liquids in the car,” eddie says, shrugging in mock remorse as he slides into his seat.

eddie watches from inside the car as steve stands on the sidewalk motionless in surprise as the valet scrambles for tissues. and honestly, eddie feels better than he has in days. he almost smiles.

[gaysindistress]

What if Simon didn’t listen when Price told him to apologize to his girl before she does go off and find herself a better man?

a/n: This is technically part two for this list. You could read them separately but I really think you should read them both so you can fully feel the angst.

non-mcu characters masterlist

Taglist: @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries this is one is for you girl

Price stalks over to him and grabs him by the front of his vest, not caring that everyone can see what’s going on. “You call and apologize to her right now, ya hear me? It’s unacceptable for you to lie to her like that and I should have your balls for it. You fix it before she does go off and find herself a better man.”

Now let’s say that when Simon got back, things were….different. You rarely fought but now you’re bickering about every little thing and having full on battles of the will that leave you crying in the bedroom while he’s storming out. The connection between you two feels strained and distant where’s before it was warm and comforting. You barely look at each other and sometimes you think he’s straight up ignoring you.

Even the dogs have started to notice that there’s something off about mom and dad. Most nights you’ll sleep alone with the dogs by your door while Simon is on the couch. It feels like they’re laying in wait, ready to spring into action if anything were to happen. They don’t go to him as much as they did before and your female dog, Echo, refuses to leave your side. She’s become glued to you while your other dog, Zade, keeps you within eyesight at all times. It really pisses Simon off because Zade is supposed to be his dog and the mutt won’t even look at him (Simon’s words, not yours).

It all comes to a head though one night when Simon is trying to get Zade to come with him on a walk and the dog just stares at him. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink. He just stares into Simon’s soul and judges him for how he’s been treating you.

“Zade! Come here now!” Simon grumbles in a half shout but the dog doesn’t move a muscle. You’re in the bedroom with Echo at your feet and she glances over at you with a look that says ‘let’s go’.

What happened next is a blur. Echo barely makes it into the living room before she’s growling and placing herself between you and Simon. Zade is up and stalking closer to his sister’s side while Simon is growing more and more angry. You don’t think you even had the time to say anything before Echo and Zade tackle Simon to the ground. You know they wouldn’t hurt him but it’s still a terrifying sight and you’re doing everything you can to get the dogs off of him. You manage to get them off but they refuse to go to their kennels and keep tucked behind you, still ready to protect you if needed.

“Simon, oh my god are you okay?” You ask him in a panicked and high pitched voice as you try to help him up. He shoves your hands off of him and accidentally uses too much force which sends you to stumbling into the dogs.

Everything is absolute chaos with his anger, the dogs trying to protect you, and now you’re crying while trying not to tell him off. At this point you grab the dogs by their collars and pull them away as tears are streaming down your face. When they hear your sniffles, they immediately give into you and let you pull them to the bedroom. You don’t hear Simon as you start to pack as much as you can. The weeks of being on edge have finally gotten to you and you’re done.

You refuse to be in a relationship with a man who isn’t willing to communicate with you.

You refuse to be in a relationship with a man who used to be the most loving and devoted man you’ve ever met but now he can’t acknowledge your presence.

You refuse to be in a relationship with a man who’s come so far and has forgiven himself for the things he’s done but now he’s slipping back into his old self destructive ways.

You refuse to be in a relationship with a man who can’t be honest with himself and admit that he’s wrong.

You refuse to be in a relationship with a man who’s become Ghost.

You’ve tried having faith in him after he broke up with you but it’s rotting you from the inside out. It’s eating away at your heart, gnawing at your ribs with your flesh stuck in its teeth. This faith is liquifying the kindness and patience you once had. It’s changing you into an anxious shell of a coward who can’t stand up for yourself. Change is alright but this is not. This change is making you cruel and hopeless while it waits for you to become a faithless savage who devours whatever light touches you.

It’s only when you come back into the living room with your bags packed and the dogs ready to go that Simon says something to you.

He questions what you’re doing.

He doesn’t apologize.

“I’m leaving. We’ll figure out everything tomorrow,” you tell him as you find your keys.

“What do you mean?”

You stop. You stare at the front door with completely blank eyes. They flicker to him over your shoulder.

“I’m leaving you. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can figure out how to make it a clean break then.”

He doesn’t say a word. Neither do you after that.

He lets you walk out the door. You don’t ask him to fight for you either.

He lets you leave him. You don’t turn back either.

You meant to drive to your friend’s place but somewhere on the way there you pull over and cry until you feel like you’re going to pass out. Zade and Echo watch from the backseat of your car with their heads on your center console. They want to comfort you but there’s not exactly room for two 100 pound dogs in the front seat so they stay put. Your friend calls you frantically because she’s not home but tells you that you should come meet her wherever she’s at. As nice as it might be to get away, it’s not appealing to you at the moment so you call the only other person you know you’d be comfortable with right now.

A part of you knows it’s a mistake to call him and if Simon finds out, he might very well almost kill his captain a third time. The other part of you knows that John would be understanding and the calm presence that you want right now. He already checks on you regularly so would it be a huge surprise if you showed up on his doorstep?

As if he’s been waiting for this moment, John already has a guest room for you and has the back door open for the dogs to run around outside. They’ve met him before so they feel more secure with leaving your side although they both give him a warning look.

Now it’s important to remember that the entire time you’ve known John, you’ve been with Simon. John thinks himself a gentleman, albeit a bit gruff, but a gentleman no less so you’ve been off limits. Obviously he can’t ignore the initial attraction he felt towards you because you are an utterly breathtaking person and it would be impossible to not notice that. He’s tried to lock away the yearning that tugs at the marrow in his bones when he sees you but it’s difficult. It’s like asking a dog to stop begging; they might listen for a moment but they go back to it within seconds. Also during the course of your friendship, he’s come to know the absolute amazing person that you are and seen that you have the kindness soul he’s ever known. It didn’t used to hurt when he saw you but after that night you texted him to keep Simon safe after he broke up with you, it’s damn near unbearable. Simon told you to find yourself a better man and John knows he could be that man. He wants to be that man but only if you come to him. He won’t approach you or even hint at it with you. It needs to be you who seeks him out. It needs to be you who wants him. It needs to be you who asks him to be that man otherwise John would never be able to forgive himself if it all went wrong.

Nothing happens that night or at all for that matter during your stay with John. It was meant to only be a few days but with losing your house so suddenly and trying to navigate a world Post Simon, it ends up being a few weeks. You feel awful about it and promise that you’ll be gone as soon as you can. John always laughs it off and tells you to stay as long as you need. Secretly he’s growing accustomed to your calming presence and gentle ways. He adores how thoughtful you are when you have to work early and barely make a sound. He appreciates how you make him a plate and leave it in the fridge if he comes home late. He’s thankful that you’re comfortable enough with him to tell him about everything that’s going on.

John made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t bring up anything unless you said something first. Even when he wants desperately to know why you’re crying when you came back from Simon’s tonight, he won’t. Instead he offers you a cup of tea, a warm blanket, and some space while he busies himself in his shop outside. It absolutely destroys him to even think about leaving you alone in the living room but it’s the right thing to do.

Just as he’s getting ready to leave, your small voice stops him.

“Can…can you stay?” It’s unusual for you to not be confident in your words. It causes him to freeze to hear the uncertainty. “If..if you want.”

He smiles at the ground before turning to look at you and nod. You’re curled into a ball on the couch with your dogs at your feet but there’s space for him next to you. You lean away from the arm of the couch and he takes the hint. Settling into the space between you and couch, he tosses his arm over the back and lets you decide how to proceed. Against your logical head, you tuck yourself into his side with yours pulled around yourself and your head on his shoulder. His fingers itch to play with the ends of your hair but they stay tightly closed around the couch cushion.

“Thank you…for everything.”

“No need for that.” He murmurs with bated breath. He knows you can feel the tension, how could you not when you’re practically laying on his chest?

“One day you’re going to accept my thanks. It might not be tomorrow or the day after, but you will,” you say with a snort. He says that every single time and you reply with the same phrase every time as well.

John’s hand betrays him and starts to play with the very ends of your hair. You feel it just like you felt his strained breathing. It’s strange to feel affection from anyone else but from him, it’s…. welcomed. You don’t acknowledge it and he knows that you’re doing that for his own sake.

“Maybe,” he tosses back and his breath catches when you move closer to him. Your arm moves to wrap around his waist and stills when he tenses. It’s your silent way of asking for consent to hold him. “Love,” he starts and moves his hand away from your hair.

You move to look at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. He’s looking at you with such tenderness and warmth it makes your stomach flip.

“Do you have feelings for me?” You ask him directly, unwilling to be tossed around again. It’s abrasive and you know there’s a better way to have asked but it gets straight to the point.

John looks sick and a tight lipped smile pulls across his face as he tries to come up with an answer. “I…love I think you need to rest. There’s been a…”

“No. Answer the question.”

He glances down at your lips and that’s telling enough.

“Now isn’t the right time,” he whispers more to himself than to you. “You’ve just gone through…”

Cutting him off, you say firmly, “and that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.”

He can only stare at you with half lidded eyes and pray that he doesn’t break in front of you. His resolve is crumbling and it’s only thanks to his military service that he’s not throwing himself at you.

“I told him it’s over.”

John tries to interrupt you but you silence him with a pointed look. “I told him that I will always love him but that doesn’t mean I want to be with him anymore. I won’t wait around for him to figure his life out. I don’t deserve that. I deserve a man who knows what he wants and will communicate with me.”

Honestly it feels like his world is crumbling around him. You’re here snuggled into his chest and saying all these things which he knows what they mean but he can’t believe that you know what they mean. He can’t trust his own understanding of you and believe that you’d mean that.

“I need you to tell me what you want…now.”

You.

He wants you. More than anything in the world, John Price wants you and you’re asking him to confess that secret.

[suksatoru]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya todoroki works.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. ↞ rehab!touyaxreader series.

one shots and drabbles.

505 touya todoroki falls in love with you - and he musters up the courage to display his heart's true desires the day you help him dye his hair - just how can he control himself when your soft hands are rubbing his scalp so sweetly?

baby, why so bitter? dabi has always had a hard time communicating his emotions - but he tries anyway for you. he'll fight because it's all he's ever known - but your tear stricken face as he's leaving never fails to bring him crawling back to you - the only home he'll ever know.

lull in the storm dabi finds you awake late at night - and he's determined to know what's keeping you from sleeping.

i love you, it's ruining my life you find a broken touya todoroki bloodied and bruised. and as a civilian with a healing quirk, you make the mistake of saving what you believed to be an innocent man.

i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me you learn what a cry baby touya todoroki is when it comes to the things he loves - meaning you.

mis rainy days with him were always a good day. but no matter how beautiful the rainbows were after a storm, nothing could compare to his soft smile after a day spent with you. his hero dabi finds his new obsession - you - a sweet hero who he just loves to play cat and mouse with

dabi's dearest dabi as a father - who knew he was such a family guy? (daddy dabi daddy dabi daddy dabi it's all i can think of fawkk)

ocean eyes touya todoroki is boy who can't always communicate his love for you - but you're willing to wait for him, no matter how long it takes.

heaven and back he's destroying a rivalry villain base when he finds you there, a prisoner. known to the world as a villain - dabi becomes your hero.

dancing in the dark dabi falls in love with a dancer

birthday baby touya is visiting home after his family decides to celebrate his twenty fifth birthday together at the todoroki household. maybe years ago, he would've debated on even making an appearance at all. but now he has you, his favorite girl right by his side to make the entire ordeal bearable and so much better.

let's try again (and do it right)! — a carnations oneshot: touya and ikea furniture do not mesh well together, but he's willing to put his sanity on the line when it comes to you.

thoughts and headcanons.

silent treatment giving dabi the silent treatment was hard. especially since he was such a handsomely persistent pain in the ass

the morning after the morning after your first time with him

his kiss goodnight after his death, you visit touya's gave. accepting your own death while laying atop of your lover's coffin was a fitting end.

boyfie headcanons! just thoughts abt dabi being the best boyfriend evaaaa

flawed and flawless dabi can't help but compare himself to you at times. during a rare moment where his insecurities were too strong to mask, you assure him of your love

biker baby touya todoroki, your devastatingly handsome biker boyfriend! :P

[eddiesgmcsierra1500denali]

it starts out with eddie doing some tinkering and repairs for ravi’s properties and tenants and suddenly he’s getting referrals everybody wants him… buck signs him up for Taskrabbit dot com and honestly doesn’t even tell him at first because eddie will literally pack up his liddle toolkit and Items and go anywhere buck tells him to… he is chatting up a storm while putting together ikea furniture and painting bedroom walls and pruning bushes… sometimes buck helps and sometimes buck just hands him things while watching chininhands.jpg…… eddie’s bank account and psyche sigh in relief as well…

[princessbrunette]

thinking about being that one young mother that had a baby when she turned 20, and now walks around with the cutest toddler on her hip that looks just like her.

when it all went down you were isolated, abandoned by most of your friends and family. people talked about you, because that’s just how things were in the obx— word spreads and people judge. but never jj maybank, jj knew what it was like to be judged for his situation.

he’d always thought you were cute, and always defended you to those who had cruel words to say about your life, even thought he hadn’t really talked to you much since high school.

after the storm, he offers to do your groceries for you and deliver them. it was the least he could do, as everyone had taken a hit and you were already struggling. he was chatty, and to a girl who felt alone that was the best thing he could be. he’d swing by, carry all the bags up to the sixth floor of your apartment building when the elevator wasn’t working because no one around was paying generator money. your baby girl was always happy to see him, a giant toothless grin spreading on her face when he’d walk in, clumsily dropping whatever toy she was teething on and waving her fat fist in the air as greeting.

you’d smile from the sidelines as he’d gasp, elated each and every time — bending at the knees right infront of her. “there she is, the cutest toddler in the whole world. what we playing with today, huh? is that hello kitty? you know you’re just like your momma.”

he was charming, and you’d soften at the way he was with her. which is how you ended up looping him in to help you with just about anything else when he offered. complaining about car trouble? he’s telling you that he’ll take a look and fix things up for you. if he walks in and sees you struggling with some ikea furniture on the floor, best believe he’s staying an extra hour or so to set it up for you. he even uses his mastery in acting and manipulation for you on the landlord when the slight mould problem on the bathroom wall still hasn’t been fixed. it was nothing to him, he wanted to help. more so, wanted to be around you.

his favourite way to help you came later on in your ‘friendship’, on nights where your baby was allowed to stay with her dad. you’d always hated those nights, too used to her being around, too worried about her. it took you everything to not pick up your phone and text your babydaddy for the fifth time that evening just to check everything was okay. to stay occupied, you text jj — invite him over on a whim.

he turns up with a toolbox, thinking there’s something he needs to fix but instead finds you pacing your kitchen with a glass of red wine. jj being jj, knows just what to do upon hearing your predicament. you needs to relax, take your mind off things for a bit — which is how he ends up with his arms wrapped around your legs, with you naked and slightly tipsy sat on his face. after letting you grind your slippery cunt on his mouth he’s rolling you onto your back to finish the job, knowing you just need someone to take control to get you out your head.

“just gotta relax for me, mama. ‘think some you time is very much needed huh? want you to turn that brain off for once, okay. just… trust someone. let papa do the thinkin’, yeah?” he soothes you as he holds your thighs open, hole drooling and clenching around nothing.

“always look a—after me, jj.” you’re a little emotional, one mewl from crying but he understands. you must’ve had no idea how badly you needed this.

“i know. always will, uh— if you’ll let me.” he pulls his lips from you for a second to look up at you sincerely, backwards hat still shoved on his head.

“yeah.” you whisper and he grins, adjusting the cap in question before heading back down.

“well alright then. let’s get this pretty thing cummin’, how ‘bout that?”

[hrrtshape]

hello dearest emma! i poured over your master list for answers to a question that has been bugging me like a strand of hair that refuses to curl.

i think i understand, but would like a clarification, if that’s okay!

i understand the process of letting go *during* a method, but what about just… in general? what i mean to ask is: i can never decide if letting go means trusting it’ll happen at any moment (during the day, taking a nap, brushing my teeth, etc.) or keep trying to actively shift/induce the void.

does that make sense? i can’t tell if i prefer to “try” and shift like at night in bed or just walk around during the day, study, read, walk, whatever and vaguely affirm, knowing in my bones it’ll happen eventually. that it has already happened.

i have read your tarot reading and unfortunately my taurus bones cannot resist asking this final question/clarification.

always,

~☕️

hi angel !!!

letting go doesn’t mean stopping. it means releasing the compulsive part of trying. it means you’ve chosen your order from the cosmic menu and now you’re sipping your drink, knowing it’ll arrive. you’re not storming into the kitchen. you’re not crawling into the oven. you're just.....knowing

if you wanna try at night? do it. that’s literally fine. ritual helps the brain-stew boil. it gives structure to your shifting hunger. but walking around like a chorus of one, murmuring "it’s already mine. i already did it. i’m there" means you’re building proof. you’re becoming the evidence. you’re letting it catch up to you like you’re the main character of a folk song and the shift is a lover with a lantern. i've spoken in favour AND against affirming , but at the end of the day, it's you who's going to be in your dr.

basically. trying is an act. letting go is a state. they’re not enemies. they’re a tag team. one does the prayer, the other holds the door open for it to arrive.

and i get it, taurus bones are heavy. they like anchors. they like step-by-step ikea manuals of manifestation. but sometimes it’s less about how you shift and more about knowing you already did. your bones want answers. your soul wants freedom. give them both a seat at the table.

so yeah. you can do your method. or you can be your method. both work. but one of them lets you eat snacks in the meantime.

[ronearoundblindly]

A Bouquet for you! 💐

This is part of the blooms of Appreciation!

🪷 - Spring means new beginnings, so let’s try something new! If you’ve never sent an ask before, send one!

- I have been wanting to send you an ask for ages! I love your Who Would... series. So, I'll let you decide on which ask you pick 😌💕

Who would... help you with a diy project (be that painting or assembling IKEA furniture)?

Who would... be the best taking care of you when you're sick/have a migraine?

Lots of love 💕💕💕💕

Grem, sweetheart, let's do both! 😃 No warnings just vibes.

James Mace

Ohhhh yes, he loves to build the furniture. That's just one step up from puzzles in his opinion. Mace is partial to projects that aren't messy--stuff where there's not much left to clean up or trash/waste--and will take extra time to lay down tarps/sheets/paper if there is no avoiding mess.

He's practical and scientific: whatever treatment he gives will have sound, researched proof of benefit behind it. Mace will not be stocking dozens of essential oils in the medicine cabinet. Uh-uh. Nope. You can say things have a soothing or comforting effect on you, but don't ever say that crap is actually healing you. Tea and chicken soup and stuff like that is fine and encouraged.

Similar vein of thought but Mace isn't against supplements or multivitamins. However, he associates them with a lack of access to nutrients any other way. He has very limited resources in space, so of course concentrated pills are helpful. On Earth, he prefers real, whole foods and a variety of them. If you like lemon or orange 'oil,' he will buy lemons and oranges. He doesn't have a green thumb to grow herbs at home, but he will get whole herbs, too. He doesn't like 'essences.'

Curtis Everett

Not...thrilled about building stuff, but he'll do it. Always was better at maintaining things rather than assembling from scratch. He's a minor-adjustments man. If it ain't broke, don't fix it or replace it. He'll totally freshen up old furniture with a paint or stain. He loves a garage project of any sort. Curtis has, however, big enough hands that very detailed, finicky tasks are a hard pass unless absolutely necessary.

Ok, I love Curtis, he's a great guy, but he's not great around sick people. Sorry. He checks up on you every so often, but mostly he leaves you to rest up. Good news is that he doesn't expect you to do more that that either if he's not feeling well.

Jimmy Dobyne

I mean, DIY projects are pretty much what he does all day every day. He usually won't enjoy having what amounts to more work to do, but Jimmy doesn't mind at all. He also struggles to let projects be FUN; there's a strategy to just getting it done, so do that. Jimmy has a hard time incorporating those things into the same mindset as a group activity or bonding experience. He gets projects 'over with' as quickly as possible.

Manflu central. Classic dude. Sorta meh about taking care of you any extra when you're ill, but definitely behaves like he's got one foot in the grave if he's under the weather. Now, that's to say, Jimmy will be just as doting as he usually is, depending on what you're comfortable with and what you two have established as a routine, but not more.

Johnny Storm

Just buy it. Not a 'projects' guy, more of an 'experience' man. Outings and travel, dining and shopping, dancing and clubbing...those are his wheelhouse.

Oh, god, gross. No. Not fond of hanging around sickies. Will be a heating pad for cramps or whatnot. He'll rush you any meds you need. Johnny, however, ain't the most sympathetic of men when it comes to complaining.

Additionally!!! He can become far more understanding when you are visibly ill or injured. That translates for Johnny. So if you're clammy, sweating, bleeding, or broken, yeah, he is totally there and trying--although a bit ineptly--to help.

Jake Jensen

Ok, Jake is sort of...mercurial with projects. He definitely gets focused on his own things (gaming, tech building/alterations, etc.), so if he's elbow-deep in one of those, he won't really help. You could try to schedule time for it or wait until he's free, but if Jake isn't needed then meh. You have to really convince him.

Greaaaaat with illness or feeling like crap, even just on those emotionally down days. Jake is all over it. He'll try anything once, so this is the guy with all the blends of tea or essential oils or whatever. If you want to be held in complete silence for a while, he can do that, though he might put some audiobook on through one earbud if he's not tired either. He will carry you from room to room until you are 100% better, not just 70% or 90%, only 100% will do.

Lloyd Hansen

Buy it, pay someone, blackmail somebody into doing the project. Who cares how it gets done? Not Lloyd.

This might seem totally obvious, but he's a "0-60 in three seconds flat" dude. Lloyd is also easily annoyed and frustrated, so if he can't do something perfectly, he doesn't want to do it at all. Throws outrageous fits when bolts don't align correctly or the instructions don't make sense. Strings of curses. Mad for days. Shouldn't have bothered. Paint color's not even. Edges aren't clean. Brush strokes are visible. F*** it, he's out. Punching holes in the wall. Taking a sledgehammer to anything nearby. Hates it.

I'll give you a wild guess how well he does when you're sick or in pain. Alright, fine, it's not as bad as "he doesn't care," but he expects you to get what you need, take the time you need, or get yourself to a doctor. He ain't one. Or a nurse. He's got better things to do.

Ari Levinson

As discussed before, Ari is perfectly fine doing anything and everything around the house, DIY or standard stuff, just don't assume he already knows how. He hates being volunteered for things without his consent or not having a head's up to prepare for a project. Don't assume he has all the right tools already. All you have to do is ask him beforehand; that's it.

He can come off as a bit cold and distant when he's in nursing-mode, but Ari is perfectly comfortable caring for you. He likes to see progress, so he's a fretting mess when you are coming down with something, until you start getting better. Ari is kinda well-versed in pressure points to relieve all sorts of pain and discomfort because they don't always have meds for those in the field. He also lets you rant and rave about how much it sucks to feel so crappy however much you want, no judgment.

Ransom Drysdale

Not patient with building things. Doesn't know the first thing about painting. Would not be opposed to outsourcing all of that. However, if you display enough patience and support, Ran will give it a try. He'll even show some pride in whatever it is once done, even if flawed.

His parents got a lot of 'headaches' and sudden ailments growing up, so he has a standard set-out-the-meds-and-walk-away approach. Takes him too long to realize you might not want that treatment. As long as your requests aren't outlandish, Ran will help with whatever you need. He isn't going to be cooking up special recipe soups from scratch or anything, but he can learn and replicate your routines. He can stock what helps. He even puts a little pouch of necessities in his car and home, just in case.

Andy Barber

Actually super into DIY projects. The longer, the better! He loves to have that pile of stuff in the garage for months until it takes shape and can be displayed with pride. He doesn't have a hands-on job, so this is his chance to build something. Andy doesn't care if it's a pastel pink vanity with glitter and unicorns all over it; he will make it perfect for you. He's not into speeding through these, though, so if you want it done in a reasonable time, do it yourself.

He got some care as a kid when he was ill, but it was all very basic. Andy tries really hard, but he can't think of more to do for you unless you teach him/explicitly tell him.

Steve Rogers

He'll build stuff. He'll paint. He'll even happily go with you to buy everything, but Steve very much enjoys the smaller, more artistic projects. Like a projection mural on a bedroom wall?? So excited. Can he customize the mailbox with you? Awesome.

Again, this one might be obvious, but Steve has a whole lot of experience dealing with illness, and debilitating illness at that. He's got the perfect amount of hovering down to an art/science. He can tell when to step into the other room and let you sleep or curl up next to you with tote of helpful goodies just by the bed. Steve also respects how you prefer to be cared for; he doesn't force certain meds or foods or alternatives unless you've requested them. You WILL drink fluids though. That is non-negotiable. Here's a bottle...and a spare...just in case.

Bucky Barnes

Absolutely LOATHES that furniture has its own tiny tools to screw in not-real-screws. Oh, he'll build stuff for you, good stuff, real stuff, stuff that's made of good wood and secured with actual hardware. Bucky's vibranium fingers don't have great traction for tasks like building IKEA furniture, so he's a big advocate of buying quality things secondhand and refinishing them to your taste. He's fine with painting or staining, replacing broken boards on a deck or in a fence, or figuring out a variety of handyman tasks. Allen wrenches boil his blood though. He has snapped them in half or bent them straight out of spite multiple times.

As for when you are sick, Bucky tries very hard, but his skills are more towards bandaging wounds vs. fighting a cold (which he doesn't get anymore). He knows a couple of basics from back in the day--when he'd be hanging around skinny, sickly Steve--and that's about it. Buck is more worried about making you feel worse, so he sticks to offering you exactly the comfort you ask for, no more, no less.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[lexithwrites]

— I don’t want to hold you back from where you might belong. (Part two)

decided to carry this on since everyone was so so sweet about the original oneshot<3 ALSO part one is hereeee

Having James stay with them had very quickly turned into James living with them, and Regulus was starting to lose his mind.

The Black Brothers didn’t have a spare bedroom when they moved in. The little room beside Sirius’ had been made into an office/laundry room/bits-and-pieces-that-had-no-other-home room. And it was too small for a double bed so they never bothered with it, until James started to stay. One day had turned into three, which turned into a week, and that eventually led them to picking up a single bed from IKEA in Remus’ car that Regulus thought looked a bit like a child’s bed.

“You’re always so negative,” Sirius grunted as he and James held the huge, flat pack box above their heads and ever so slowly made their way up the stairs. “He’s moving in, so shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything bad about him moving in. I just said that his feet are going to dangle off the edge of that ages four and up bed.” Regulus muttered from the landing, leaning against the bannister as he sipped his matcha. That was the only promise capable of making him come along that morning, that Sirius would get him Starbucks. In reality, Regulus really liked being around James.

It was actually very pathetic and Regulus knew that. He didn’t have to actually talk to James to enjoy himself, he just followed him around like a puppy and occasionally grunted when he was asked his opinion. Sirius had taken over most of the day; he insisted that he had an eye for interior design. Both Remus and Regulus decided not to bring up the current state of his bedroom, or the mountain of dirty clothes piling up that had mostly certainly developed enough bacteria to come alive by now.

Regulus watched the boys huff and puff up the stairs before dragging the box into the now empty bedroom, and then looked over at Remus who trudged up behind them with his cane.

“Would you like tea?” Regulus offered.

“No,” Remus smiled softly at him, “thank you.”

“What is it with you and tea?” James panted, pulling up his shirt to wipe his sweaty face. He looked sinful, and Regulus ignored the urge inside his brain to lick his chest.

“It’s polite, and Remus is a guest.”

“Not everyone wants tea.”

“You did.” Regulus felt his neck heat up when James looked at him, both of them thinking about the night he showed up at their door. Remus raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything, just wandered into the bedroom to help Sirius as he grumbled about IKEA packaging their items stupidly. “Is that bed going to fit?”

“Yes, Regulus.” Sirius mumbled, tearing open the box and making Remus wince because: “sweetheart, we can’t return it if you ruin the box.”

“Are you sure? It looks too wide.”

“I’m very sure, we measured it.”

“I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“For fuck sake, it’s gonna fit!”

It didn’t fit.

It was slightly too wide for the door to properly shut, meaning James’ bedroom would always be on show through the crack in the door. Sirius was at his wits end by late afternoon and stormed outside for a ‘well earned’ cigarette with Remus, who was petting his hair and saying how handsome and strong he looked whilst building furniture. It seemed to calm him down enough not to kick over a second garden chair, at least.

Inside, Regulus was curled up on the sofa with Luffy—a tabby that he picked up off the street the day after they moved in. He followed him home from the corner shop and Regulus didn’t think twice about letting him inside, even though Sirius nearly went mental and made his brother bathe him at least three times. Sirius and Luffy decided they were mortal enemies that day—and reading a book when James decided to bother him.

He’d showered after they finished his room, and had been singing Mariah Carey very loudly; Regulus had been intently listening even if James couldn’t carry a tune. It was endearing. But now, he was stood in the kitchen doorway with grey joggers on, no shirt, and a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He looked like a tanned god and Regulus absolutely loathed him for it. He was still glistening from the shower and water droplets were trickling down his back, and Regulus wondered how strong he would feel if he were to run his hands over his shoulder blades and down towards his—

“What are you reading?” Regulus jumped and Luffy meowed himself awake, upset that he had been jostled.

“It’s…called the pumpkin spice cafe.” Regulus replied, suddenly realising that he was eye level with James’ stomach. Christ.

“Isn’t that a smutty book?” James grinned. “Pretty sure Mary has it. How graphic are the sex scenes?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t got that far.” He lied.

“Liar, bet you have.” James was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Why do you care?”

“I can’t imagine you reading about sex. Or…having sex in general.”

Hurtful. “Good. You’d be a pervert if you did.” He said, turning a page he hadn’t even read yet whilst wishing James would think about him having sex. “My brother would punch you.”

“Sirius would never.”

“He might.”

“There’s nothing I could do to make Sirius mad at me, Reg. Nothing.”

Being with me would.

“That sounds like you’re challenging yourself.” Luffy started to purr in Regulus’ lap and rolled over onto his back to show off his tummy to James, tilting his head and swishing his tail. Traitor. Cooing, James reached down and stroked him…which meant he was leaning so close to Regulus now that he could smell his shampoo.

Apple. Raspberry. God, why does he have to smell this good?

Regulus felt his mouth go dry as he stared at James almost putting his face into his lap just to pet Luffy, and he swallowed. He wanted to pet James, he realised. Touch his hair and tangle his fingers in it, maybe tug it so he’d look at him again with those gorgeous brown eyes, watch the way his lips parted in a gasp, hearing his breath hitch, his hand going to his waist—

“Oh my god, where is he putting his fingers!?” James cackled, pointing to the book. Regulus looked down and read the lines he was focused on and went red. He’d accidentally turned to a smutty chapter.

This day truly couldn’t get any worse.

[jupiter-letters]

Dating Barry Allen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Mild Mental Health topics(Anxiety) No panic attacks depicted.

A/N: I've never really been a flash girl but tomorrowverse barry had me in my feelings. I did have a dream he wanted to date me really bad but I was like nah man I'm a superman girlie till I die. I tried my best with this one I hope it's alright!

Barry Allen, Mr.Loverboy himself. The man that you are. He's trying his best at all times. Despite being the fastest man alive he can't be everywhere at once. It'd be nice to be on a date with you and also stop criminals.

World's best gopher, you need something? He's on it! You forgot to get milk? Check the fridge. Your heater broke? Here's a new one! Sometimes he'll just drop off flowers or candies while you're at work. He'll leave them on your desk or in your locker with a little love note.

He loves to hype you up as much as possible, but he'll get really shy when you compliment him back.

Barry will bring home new recipes from all over the world to cook with you. It's one of his favorite things to do together, standing next to each other while preparing a meal. It's so simple yet so domestic. It's the little things that really get him emotional.

Sometimes he'll prank you, he'll tap you on the shoulder and bolt out of the room before you turn to look. He'll even move things around while you're cooking or working at your desk. You'll confront him and he'll just smile like this 😁

He'll use his speed to give you kisses, if he sees you while he's out on patrol. You'll be minding your own business and feel lips on yours. He might even leave a little flower in your hand.

Moving in together! He daydreams about that so often, you have to snap him out of it. He dreams of putting a table from IKEA together for you. For a big moment like this he doesn't put everything together super fast, he wants this to last. Seeing your home slowly come together brings him such joy and the best part is when it's all done. You both get to cuddle on YOUR couch, watching YOUR TV.

Dating him you guys become the same person, nothing is really "mine" or "yours" it's "ours" or "we". You guys are on the same page alot so when you're on missions on or not he'll say it. "Batman WE think we should go ahead and stop the meeting at the warehouse. "WE don't think it's a good idea." "OUR plan is much more productive." The rest of league is sick of you guys😭

There are some days his anxiety gets the best of him and he's glad you're there to calm the storm. He worries and gets into his head alot, Barry will want to call you and share these thoughts. It's helpful to him to get a trusted second opinion from the most important person in his life.

During the winter he'll put your hand in his coat pocket while walking down the street. Once you find your way into a nice warm cafe, he'll take your hands and caress them to warm them up some more. He'll just protect you from the elements in general, on a hot summer day he'll give you his baseball cap or just fan you off real fast. In the fall he likes to see you in your scarf under the red and orange leaves of central city park.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

[streamafterlaughter]

Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter X: The Destruction of Your Innocence

masterlist | playlist | pinboard | prev | diaries coming VERY soon

songs for this chapter: an ode by mat kerekes, the price of growing up by watsky

summary: an evening of fun with the party, and for once nothing feels too heavy... until it does.

chapter tags: none! Just a good wholesome dose of friendship on all counts… the calm before the storm, if you will.  | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings

a/n: I would consider this the end of Act I.... meaning.... well. I'm sure you can figure that out. Happy new year everyone! 🎉

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“Good morning!” Robin answers the door to her apartment with far too much pep for eight am. Your ears are still ringing from last night, and you wince at her volume. “Oh, sorry. Forgot you’re so not a morning person. Come in!” She whispers the last part, and you chuckle lightly as you cross the threshold, only for your smile to fall from your lips. Eddie is splayed on the couch, a black coffee in his hand as Steve talks at him about how important reading the instructions is. 

“Hi, Bee!” Steve greets you from the kitchen, and Eddie offers a brief wave.

“Mornin’. Sorry, I didn't know it was a party, I would’ve dressed nicer.” You’re suddenly embarrassed by your choice of outfit: A pair of bike shorts and a massive t-shirt draped over your body like a nightgown.

“Oh, shush, you look great. Especially for what we’re doing today.” Robin, clad in overalls, walks by you and into the living room, where differently sized planks of wood are spread out on the carpet, a pile of screws in a bag next to them, and the instructions booklet flattened to the first page. 

“What exactly are we doing?” Eddie asks, sitting up. “I was just told I was needed, I was never told why.” He looks at you, as if asking for help. You shrug.

“We’re putting this thing together,” Robin toes the mess of boards. “Need all hands on deck, this ain’t no IKEA furniture.” 

“Good thing, IKEA’s shit would fall apart in a week.” You kneel in front of the pieces, examining them closely. “Shouldn’t be too difficult, looks like everything we need came with it.”

“Okay, great! Steve, put on some jams. Bee, come with me for a second.” Robin offers her hand, and you stand up to follow her into her bedroom.

“What’s up?”

“Are you, like, good?”

“What?” The question confuses you.

“Like, with Eddie here. I know we didn’t tell you, it wasn’t really planned, Steve just texted him for extra help and I didn’t wanna argue because I don’t wanna be the one to have to help him move the thing when we inevitably have to.”

“Rob, it’s cool. I’m over the initial shock of Eddie being here every time I see you guys. I  know it’s been awhile, but this was a normal occurrence once.”

“Yeah, I know, it just hasn’t been for a really long time. Wanna make sure you’re okay, that’s all.”

You kiss her cheek, smiling warmly. “It’s okay, Bob. Thank you.”

With that, she leads you back into the room, where Steve and Eddie stop speaking abruptly, as if they’d been conspiring something you aren’t allowed to know.

“Okay!” Steve claps his hands together, breaking the tension. “Let’s do it, we’re losing daylight.”

–

“Okay, this goes here–” “No, Rob, that goes there, this goes here–” “Bee, hand me the screwdriver–” “Would you move, Ed, you’re in my light–” The four of you talk over each other for hours, screwing and hammering pieces into place, groaning when you realize something is upside down. 

“Wait, wait, shut up!” Robin eventually exclaims before standing up to admire the fruit of your labor. “We fuckin’ did it!” In front of you sits a complete, sturdy entertainment center, every piece where it belongs. You feel a burst of pride as you stand up next to your friends, resting your hands on your hips to take in the sight before you. 

“Look at us! And in a miraculous turn of events, Bee and Eddie didn’t maim each other to death!” Steve adds, elbowing Eddie in the ribs and earning himself a shove. “You know, this might be cause for a gathering.” Eddie announces, earning groans from you, Steve, and Robin. To Eddie, a gathering didn’t mean the usual party with beer and weed, loud music and the likelihood of drama. For that, you were grateful. However, it did mean a very loud, passionate game of Dungeons & Dragons with four teenage boys. The cleanup is comparable, and you don’t count on Eddie helping out. 

“Please, Rob? I promise, we’ll be out by ten. There’s just barely any room at my place, and you guys always have the good snacks.” You cock an eyebrow at Eddie, but he’s too busy pouting at Robin to notice. 

“Ugh, fine! Out by ten, no exceptions.” He opens his mouth to thank her, but Robin quickly adds, “And only if Bee will come.” She crosses her arms over her chest triumphantly, like she’s found the secret way out of the deal.  

“What? Why is this suddenly on me?” You look from her to Eddie, whose eyes are wide with his friend’s betrayal. 

“Because I know you hated those things.” She grins. You remember, consistently left out of the games in high school because you were friends with a couple cheerleaders. Instead, being forced to watch from the corner, mumbling under your breath every time one of them did something stupid, and throwing popcorn into Eddie’s hair. “Y’know what, I might actually join you. If they let me play.” You glare up at Eddie, like you’ve passed the grenade. To make you show up, he has to let you play. If he doesn’t let you play, the gathering is off. The snake eats its own tail. 

But he shrugs. “Okay, yeah.” 

You and Robin share a look of exaggerated surprise, gasping in unison like he’d dropped to one knee. “What happened to the golden rule? No Darksiders!”

Eddie throws his head back with laughter, chest heaving as he tries to compose himself. “Guys, I’ve matured a little in the past few years, would you give me some credit?”

It shifts something in your chest, hearing him say it. You forget sometimes that Steve and Robin had also been together without Eddie for a while. When he’d finally graduated, Eddie skipped town without a word to any of his friends. You’d even gotten an influx of calls and texts, friends of Eddie’s you’d only met in passing asking you if he was out in New York with you, having no idea you already hadn’t spoken in two years. 

“Okay,” You resign, remembering your brother’s plea from last night for you to be nicer to him. “Then a gathering we shall have.”

—

The apartment quickly becomes a playground, a mass of what you can’t exactly call children flooding through the front door, immediately taking up any available surface. The boys: Lucas, Will, Mike, and Dustin, are loud and excited, spreading out their game pieces on the kitchen table with intention. The girls, El and Max, make their way to the pantry for snacks and soda, opening every cabinet until they find what they’re looking for. You brace the tornado, still as possible until everyone is settled. 

“So,” Max sits on the empty cushion beside you, crossing her legs to rest a bowl of popcorn in her lap. “Long time, no see!” You’d always been closest to Max, even closer than you’d gotten to Dustin just by being friends with Steve and, at the time, Eddie. Max, though, seemed drawn to you specifically. Your senior year, when she was in seventh grade, she’d started wearing her hair like yours, asking you where you bought your clothes, what kind of music you liked. It was cute, really. You’d always wanted a little sister, and Max was probably the coolest thing you could have imagined.

“Hey, Maxy.” You nudge her with your shoulder. “Look at you, all grown up.” She’s flourished since the last time you saw her, which would have to have been right before you’d left for New York. “Sorry I didn’t come visit more.” 

She shrugs. “No biggie, I get it. Although, it is weird to see you two in the same room again.” You know she’s referring to Eddie, but she sends a less than subtle glance in his direction, and you follow it to find him conducting yet another Hellfire pre-campaign meeting. You indulge in watching the show for a minute, the way Eddie leans forward in his chair at the head of the table, face expressive as he alludes to the battles he’s written for his little goblins and you should probably be paying attention to what he’s saying. You hear Max giggling beside you. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Well, despite all this time, you haven’t changed at all.”

“What are you talking about?” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“You still look at Eddie like a lovesick dog.” She rolls her eyes, and you dart yours to the floor. “Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I kind of always knew you two wouldn’t be apart forever.” 

“Okay, missy, you’re gettin’ a little too big for your britches. Eddie and I are barely friends. Acquaintances by circumstance.” Even to yourself, you sound unconvincing. 

“Mhm, sure.” She teases as you turn back to watch the theatrics of the Dungeon Master, despite yourself. 

“Take a pic, Bee, it’ll last longer!” You feel your cheeks burning as Dustin cackles, followed by the groans of the gaggle of boys surrounding him. You stare straight ahead, doing your best to avoid the way Eddie’s eyes are penetrating the side of your face. 

“Dustin, shut the hell up. Upsetting Bee is almost worse than upsetting Eddie.” Mike elbows his friend in the ribs.

“It’s true, dude, you’re playing with fire.” Lucas adds, tone heeding a warning. You hear a thump under the table, followed quickly by Dustin’s cry of “Ow, you bitch!” Followed by a 20 sided die flying at Eddie’s head. Luckily, his fluffy curls soften the blow, Eddie barely even flinching. 

“Oh, you’re in for it now, Henderson.” Eddie practically growls at the boy, eyes darkening with the mischief the rest of them have grown familiar with.

–

“Well, well, well.” Eddie leans back in his chair, folding his hands across his chest with an aura of smugness. “Looks like you’re all out of options.” Your character is mostly unscathed, but you can’t say the same for your campaign party. All of the kids’ characters are on their last legs, Dustin’s even literally, having lost his left lower limb to a corrupted mage about twenty minutes into the game. “Any last words?”

You can tell Dustin regrets his joke from earlier, face trembling with anxiety so palpable you’d think he’d seen this type of horror in real life. “I choose to surrender.” The party only mumble in agreement 

“Roll to see if your surrender is accepted.” Eddie leans in, the grin on his face widening.

Dustin rolls a three. “Shit.”

Eddie throws his head back, a devilish cackle releasing into the air of the apartment. “Oh you poor, poor thing. Looks like your begs for mercy go unheard.” Eddie rolls the die himself, landing on eight. “Hm, seems like you’re getting off a little easy. You may leave unscathed.” Dustin squints his eyes at the older man, waiting for the catch. “All you must do is leave your strongest soldier as collateral.” He leans his elbow on the table, and Dustin follows his gaze to where you sit across from him, too distracted by the look on Eddie’s face to pay attention to what he’s saying. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Bee?” Will’s voice snaps you back to reality. “What do you think?”

“What? Oh,” You look from Eddie, with that stupid smirk on his face, back to your teammates. “You want to sacrifice me?”

“Well, we don’t want to. Clearly you’re the reason we’re still alive here.” Dustin grumbles, fiddling with a handful of dice. “The second we give her to you, Ed, you’re gonna destroy us!”

Eddie only shrugs, giving none of his diabolical plan away to his opponents. “Only one way to find out.”

Dustin looks at you, eyebrow raised. “What do you think, Bee?”

You try to focus on the game. If you surrender, you become what Eddie likes to describe as a henchman. Your moves from here on in are only to benefit him. You’d be turning on your team, but they’d be free to walk away. If you don’t surrender, who knows what the sick and twisted Dungeon Master has up his sleeve for them?

“I guess… I will bravely sacrifice myself for your freedom.” You decide, gracefully gesturing to the younger boys. “I would be honored to die for the good of the campaign.” 

The boys look at each other, ultimately deciding to accept your sacrifice. Eddie, though, throws his head back with his in character evil laughter, swiping your game piece from the board. “And so it shall be! The mage has been sacrificed, and captured by the darkness to distract from the escape of the rest of the party.” He looks from the boys back to you, the smile on his face a little softer. “An honorable risk, indeed.”

–

As promised, the younglings are kicked out promptly at ten, and Eddie is nice enough to bring them all home.

“Bye, guys!” Steve gives a wave before closing and locking the door. “I am fucking exhausted.”

“Yeah, it’s really tiring work sitting on your ass eating pizza.” You snort, clearing the paper plates from the table.

“Hey, you’re one to talk. You got to play a game all night while Eddie made googly eyes at you.” 

His comment stops you in your tracks. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, please, like you have no idea!” He looks at you, face contorting from amused to bewildered. “Oh, you really have no idea.”

Robin snorts behind him. “Neither of them have a clue, Stevie.”

“Can someone please explain to me what the hell you’re talking about?” You’re exhausted, and you can’t keep up with your friends’ cryptic bullshit. 

“C’mere.” Robin walks around to sit on the couch, patting the cushion next to her.

“Rob, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Relax, Steve. Bee’s gone through enough, the least we can do is tell her what we know.” You plop down beside your friend, and Steve joins you on the other side. “Bee, what do you know about Eddie coming back to Hawkins?”

You squint at Robin. “As much as you do, I thought! He came back when Chris got released. I still don’t even know where he went after he graduated. Before then, it had been years since we’d spent any time together.” 

Robin nods thoughtfully, like she’s considering your words. “Well, think about it. Why would he choose now to come back? Why would he put the effort in to hang out with us, with you?”

You shake your head, growing more frustrated by the second. “You know I don’t have the answers to any of that. All I know is that Chris told Eddie to rat on him, to save his own ass from being tormented by Hawkins PD. And I only learned that, like, yesterday.” 

Steve chimes in. “Well, at least he finally told you some of the truth.” 

“What?” You turn to face him, your voice straining. “What more is there?”

“Bee,” Robin rests a hand on your shoulder. “He broke up with Macy, he’s hanging out with us every damn day. Don’t pretend you haven’t figured out Eddie’s obsessed with you.”

This shit again. You groan, throwing your head back into the couch cushions. “This is bullshit. You’re making shit up.”

“Okay, if that’s your theory, why the hell would we do that?” Steve seems offended by the accusation.

“How should I know? You guys love to meddle, why would I be exempt from your torment?” 

“It’s hopeless, Rob. We’re gonna have to show her.” 

She shrugs. “Guess so.” She plucks her phone from the coffee table and begins scrolling. “Ah! Here it is.” She turns her phone to face you. Displayed is a picture from the Chappell show, the four of you posing in front of the stage with big, excited smiles on your faces. Well, you, Steve, and Robin are smiling. Eddie isn’t even looking at the camera, but at you. His arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulder, and he’s smiling, eyes focused on the side of your face. Robin hadn’t posted this picture, and you can now understand why. The best way to describe the look on Eddie’s face is lovesick. You feel a lurch in your throat, still examining the photo, the way you hadn’t even noticed him. 

“What am I supposed to take from this?” You try to play it off, despite the impossibility of denying what you’re looking at. “This doesn’t change anything.”

“Please, Bee. Don’t tell me you can’t feel it. You know there’s something there.” Robin is practically pleading with you. “I know he has a lot of making it up to you to do, but, what if you gave him the chance? I’m not saying you have to fall in love with him or anything,”

“Though, that would be kind of awesome!” Steve interjects.

“But, I dunno, maybe you guys could be friends again. Maybe things could start healing themselves.”

“Would it get you two off my back?” You half joke, feeling your palms sweating under the pressure. They nod eagerly. “Okay, fine. I’ll try my best to give him a chance. That doesn’t mean I believe a word of what you’re telling me, though.”

Robin and Steve high five over your head. “We’ll take it!” Robin exclaims, jumping from her seat. “And, if he ends up being a total douche bag, you have all the right to say you told us so.” She holds out her pinky to you, and you grab it with your own, sealing the deal.