#also she looks like she could use a friend to hang out with

[i-care-4u]

it’s a tradition ✹ jude bellingham

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

PAIR: JUDE BELLINGHAM X FEMALE!READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

A/N: literally decided to post an early birthday fic for jude! 😁

→ INSTAGRAM

2021

judebellingham

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judebellingham I want to say how fortunate I am to know someone like yourusername. I reflect on the memories and experiences we've had, writing about how you've made me laugh and smile. I talk about how you make me feel more alive and how much I value having you in my life. I'll close with a heartfelt wish for you to have a fantastic birthday, bud.

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yourusername Thank you I guess 😓 (Why did you chose this picture out of all the pictures you've took?)

judebellingham yourusername Hey, this one gotta do (This is the most fun you look)

erling.haaland Hey, where's my silly birthday post?

judebellingham erling.haaland See you next year, mate.

user1 Now if you don't bag her Bellingham...

footiefan7 Enough with the girl, give us more football posts

judebe footiefan7 Tell me you’re single without telling us that you’re single

user2 She's so gorgeous

user3 Oh to have a dedicated post on Jude's page

judebellinghamlive I've seen two pretty best friends now

yourusername

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yourusername Happy birthday to one of my bestest friends in the world! judebellingham You constantly brighten my day with your humor and charm. I also want to congratulate you once again for getting into the Dortmund team, you’re already achieving so much at your young age. I am so proud of you, bestie. Here's to another year of laughter and good times! 🍰

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judebellingham Who's this cheeky lad you're hanging out with?

yourusername judebellingham I think his name is Joe Birmingham??? Correct me if I'm wrong

yourbestfriend Okay WAG 🥰🥰🥰

yourusername yourbestfriend Nah, is there a FAB option? (Friends And Buddies) 🤗

user1 yourusername You can be like the honorary WAG

2022

judebellingham

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judebellingham Happy birthday to the friend who's put up with my bullshit for so many years. I honestly don't know how you do it, but I'm grateful for your questionable (good) taste in friends. You literally deserve a medal for being this loyal after this long. My true ride or die buddy.

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yourusername Ooh, and she got a glow up since her last birthday post! 😍

judebellingham yourusername This is a sign that I'm getting better at taking pictures, right?

gioareyna Do I deserve a loyalty medal too?

judebellingham gioareyna No.

yourusername judebellingham Tell him🤭

user1 She’s so pretty

bellinghammer Happy birthday to the funniest and sweetest girl ever!

user2 I always get excited for these birthday posts

ilobjude I hope Jude realizes how much we fans love Y/n

user3 I refuse to believe that they aren’t together

yourusername

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yourusername Happy birthday, Jude! Today is your big day, and you have an extra reason to celebrate: you have officially made the England team for the World Cup in Qatar! What an incredible achievement! I am quite impressed with all of your hard work and dedication to your football career. You've worked really hard to reach this stage, and the praise could not have come at a better moment. I am convinced that you will represent England honorably and make all of your fans proud. Congratulations bubs!

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judebellingham You finally got something nice to say about me

yourusername judebellingham *And the only time I’ll say something nice to you, sir.

yourbestfriend If I were to be on the England team, would you write me a long ass paragraph too? 😍

yourusername yourbestfriend I’ll write you a novel instead 🥰

judebellingham yourusername I expect the same energy next year 🙄

2023

judebellingham

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judebellingham As another year passes, I can't help but think about all the moments we've made together yourusername. Listening to your late-night chats to creating any last minute plans, I consider myself extremely fortunate to have you in my life. You laugh at all of my idiotic jokes, even when they aren't very amusing. You give me the most honest advice when I need it most, and you always know what to say to make me feel better. When I am among you, I don't have to put up a face or pretend to be someone I am not. You accept me as I am, no matter the flaws. So, for your birthday, I simply wanted you to know how much you mean to me. You're more than a friend; you're a true partner in crime. I would not want to spend my life with anyone else.

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yourusername Awwww (I wrote this)

judebellingham yourusername Selfish much?

camavinga At this point get a room already 🤣

user1 camavinga What are you trying to say here?

user2 user1 I feel like he knows something we don’t

madridistar OH NO WHAT’S HAPPENING….🧍‍♀️…..🐕

jobeyjude I just want to be friends with Y/n, is that too much to ask for?

mbappeswife My favorite time of the year! (Jude’s dedicated post to Y/n)

user3 My [zodiac] queen

modricsfave Happy birthday gorgeous! 🎉🎂🥳

yourusername

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yourusername Another year older, and possibly wiser. Happy birthday, Jude! You're more than just a friend to me; you're my confidant, rock, and partner in crime. Our bond is unbreakable, and our relationship is something I treasure deeply. But don't forget that you've joined Real Madrid in addition to being another year older! I can't wait to see your success on that field. You've worked exceptionally hard to get here, and you deserve all the success in the world.

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judebellingham Gracias amiga 🤍

yourusername judebellingham Those Spanish lessons coming in HANDY 🤭

vinijr Happy birthday Jude! 🎉

camavinga Family ☝️

judebells_ We stan a supportive friend like Y/n 🙌

2024

judebellingham

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judebellingham Today marks as Y/n's birthday, and I just want to say how everything has changed for the better since the past year. You have given me so much love, happiness, and joy in the previous year, and I will be eternally grateful for every moment we've spent together. I still can't believe you're mine and I can call you that. It feels as if a dream has come true and I can't wait to see what's next for us.

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yourusername I love you beautiful 💕

judebellingham yourusername Love you more than anything 🤗

jobebellingham Saw this one coming 🫣

beellinghamm jobebellingham I just want to know how long you’ve been waiting for this moment to happen

user1 It’s official…Y/n is my favorite WAG

halamadridjude You’re such a lucky man

user2 Mama y papa 😇

vinisoulmate I wish I had someone adore me the same way Jude does to Y/n

bellingfanatic I don’t know what’s his biggest win, Champion’s League or finally dating Y/n after so many years

user3 Sending you both lots of love 🫶🫶🫶

yourusername

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yourusername I can't believe I call this cameraman, judebellingham, "mine." In all seriousness, you know I value you for so much more than just taking my pictures. Happy birthday to the man who I refer to as my partner and best friend, who tries his best to keep me sane throughout the day. Every day, I fall more deeply in love with you. You're like my other half, the missing piece that makes me feel complete. You've witnessed my most raw and vulnerable moments, and you still adore me for who I am. I consider it a privilege to have you at my side, someone who understands and accepts me for who I am, camera or not. Love you lots, bud.

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judebellingham Here's to growing gray hair together!

yourusername judebellingham Okay. Now you're making me feel old.

yourbestfriend Remember the times when I called you a WAG?

yourusername yourbestfriend Yes, you've won…

user1 IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME THEY STARTED DATING

[espressiimartinii]

vii. god forbid a woman have hobbies

part 7

summary: new year? new me! it does take y/n l/n a little bit of time to get used to the rb15, and favouritism does really sprint in the red bull racing family.

pairing: none - it's all platonic 💅

warnings: apart from rewriting actual events so they fit better, there may be a sprinkle of typical motorsport ✨sexism✨

tag list is back open! turns out i still don't understand the tagging system, so i will be tagging in comments.... sorry? i will be capping tags at about 25

author's note: and if i said i got sick, what then... shout out to the regular flu, you're a real one for that.

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offseason shenanigans

rbr_y/nl/n my focken PIZZA 😭😭 also, i could not post the picture were alexi looks STUNNING!! 😍 tagged: alexirexi; surves

f1brainrot ma'am.... the trolley?? you could be injured??? why??? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n it's fun, hope that helps👍

redbullracing ✔️ this does not look things that are on the approved list of activities... ↳ rbr_y/nl/n okay? close your eyes then? 🧐

alexirexi I LOOK HAWT 🥵 ↳ surves why are you gripping the back of my head like that tho... ↳ rbr_y/nl/n did you want to smash your face against a PUBLIC toilet rim? ↳ surves thank you for holding my head up alexi, i didnt doubt u for a second ↳ alexirexi anything for u bby gorl 😜

danielricciardo Are you taking applications for new members? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n I hate to break this to you.... but you're not eligible to become a member 😔 ↳ danielricciardo But you said I could join. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n Positions aren't open to ex-red bull drivers, that's like hanging out with an ex ↳ maxverstappen What about current drivers? ↳ danielricciardo There is no way that my best friends are deciding to hang out with me. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n membership approved for max, but i guess he can bring a plus one..... 🙄 ↳ maxverstappen I will bring you, Daniel, do not worry. ↳ danielricciardo YEE HAW 🤠

pierregasly vraiment, sans ton frère? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n oui 🥖 ↳ pierregasly 😡

womeninf1 she's besties with danny ric and max verstappen?? it's only been literally 1 month since she got to red bull... ↳ stany/n i just know that max was outdone.... maxplaining? nah, y/n is a certified yapper ↳ y/n4wdc was that even a question?? what i wouldn't give to interrogate christian horner and find out who his favourite adopted child is ↳ maxstans it's max for sure ↳ f1brainrot is it?? did you see danny ricc's christmas insta post where he revealed that only y/n l/n got a horner family christmas invite?? ↳ maxstans THE FAMILY CHRISTMAS!?!? ↳ stany/n max also revealing in a press interview before christmas that christian would NOT shut up about how proud he is of y/n ↳ womeninf1 you forgot to include the fact that max was just maxplaining how monumental it is that y/n is in f1 and how he admires her work ethic ↳ maxstans oh, so you're telling me.... max and y/n are siblings now ↳ pierregasly No. Not true. ↳ f1brainrot PIERRE GASLY? ↳ pierregasly Max is not the brother, I am.

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we release the christmas photos

rbr_y/nl/n y/n!! release the evidence!! release the pictures!! well here is evidence that i got to spend christmas AND new years with THE geri halliwell and her husband (whoever that is?) tagged: gerihalliwellhorner; alexirexi; surves

gerihalliwellhorner It was our pleasure to have you staying with us for Christmas and New Years. Let's do brunch when you race in Silverstone and maybe we'll be able to escape Christian's racing lectures for a little bit. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n Yes!! I will clear my calendar, anything for you!! ↳ redbullracing RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT THE BOSS IS LOOKING A LITTLE BIT MIFFED INNIT

danielricciardo I've been with the team for 5 years and I haven't been invited? Ever? Am I witnessing favouritism? ↳ rbr_y/nl/n you don't even work here anymore!!! ↳ danielricciardo You never truly leave the Red Bull Family, once a red bull racer, always a red bull racer. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n Well, boss has a favourite and it's me. ↳ maxverstappen That sounds incorrect, I literally exist. ↳ redbullracing The boss would like to relay that he has no favourites and he would never choose one. ↳ maxverstappen I will literally put the car into the wall if he does not choose me. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n contracts agreed to under duress are not legally binding!

pierregasly So this is why you declined the invite to spend Christmas with us.... I see... ↳ rbr_y/nl/n pierre... I am so sorry.... I will spend Christmas with you this year... ↳ pierregasly Maman will be very disappointed in you if you do not turn up.

stany/nl/n I think she just got adopted... well, at least we can call her a nepo baby. ↳ f1brainrot This is the only nepo baby I will support. ↳ rbr_y/nl/n I'M ADOPTED?!?! ↳ mamal/n No, honey, we found you on the side of the road. ↳ f1brainrot NOT Y/N'S ACTUAL MOTHER SAYING THIS ↳ womeninf1 what's a better bit, y/n continuously being censored by the red bull PR team or the dubious beginnings of y/n's life - like who are her parents if she was found on the ground? ↳ redbullthegoat is that even a legitimate question? Her father is literally 2012 Sebastian Vettel. ↳ stany/nl/n i think that means she is a child of a teen mum. ↳ womeninf1 yeah, that kinda checks out tho...

alexirexi THANK U GERI FOR HAVING US OVER AS WELL!! ↳ surves Thank you so much for having us, it was a BLAST. Sorry for climbing on top of the fridge... ↳ gerihalliwellhorner It was a pleasure to have the both of you over as well!

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the australian grand prix weekend starts and we are off to an okay start

note: trying a new format for the instagram post comments, cause the indenting was not working el em ay oh

taglist (cause i'm kinda stupid and forgot to include it in the original comment tagging spree): @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy;

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Husk: "What the fuck to you mean you don't carry any shit in all those fucking coat pockets?"

Charlie: "Who needs to keep things in pockets when you have a girlfriend!"

Husk: "You make you girlfriend carry your shit??"

Charlie: "No? I just carry HER!"

Husk: "How the fuck does that help?"

Charlie: "She's everything I'll ever need~"

Vaggie: "Aww."

Husk: "Bullshit."

Charlie: "It's true!!!"

Vaggie: "I also slip chapstick and pens and stuff in her pockets when she's not looking."

Charlie: "You do? Wait, when am I ever NOT looking at you???"

Vaggie: "When we're kissing, babe."

Charlie: "Ohhh... sneaky."

Husk: "Why the fuck are you fucking people like this."

Vaggie: "Same reason you're hanging out with us this afternoon, instead of lying passed out on your bar after getting drunk off your ass."

Charlie: "LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP!"

Husk: "I'm regretting it."

Charlie: "The friendship!??!"

Husk: "The thinking I could get through being friends with you fucking morons without having a fucking drink."

Vaggie: "It's a sobering experience, huh?"

Husk: "Shut the fuck up."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Stardew valley bachelors (and krobus and the wizard) witnessing the farmer chug multiple jars of mayonnaise. Just really slinging it back.

Okay ngl I never did this till right now and I got everybody's reactions so this is based on the responses my farmer got after doing this

Spoilers: they've all known my farmer for about 7 years so it's nothing too shocking to them,,,but it's still highly questionable lmao

.....

Shane

"Umm..."

For years, him and Pam were beer addicts...and now comes along you, the new farmer who's a very...different kind of addict.

An addict to mayonnaise, that is.

For years, people have been judging him for his habit, so it seems fair that he should be allowed to judge you 100% for having the weirdest fucking habit in the valley.

He started opening up to you (in his 2 heart event) and you're just sitting next to him, drinking mayonnaise to wash out the beer he offered you.

Only after you two get closer does he decide "well shit, they're weird..but they're also one of the few who care about me,,,"

And he eventually lets go of it altogether.

But he'll still tease you about your mayo addiction from time to time.

"What're you gonna put in the potluck this year? Gold star mayo? Or did you already eat it on the way here?"

"Oh shut up."

"Heh heh."

Sam

"Gross!"

Considering it's one of his hated gifts, this shouldn't come as a surprise to you.

But the way you've absolutely freaked him out by drinking it in front of him (and subsequently making him miss his kickflip) was hilarious.

"That's what you get for skating on other people's property." You shook your head, smirking as you bring out another jar. "You think Jodi needs some for later? Or should I just drink it in front of her, too?"

"NO! Stop. Please don't do that." Sam hisses. "One, she might uninvite you from future family dinners. And two, she'll think it's one of those weird trends and blame me for it!"

"A trend..hm? Doesn't sound like a bad idea. This town could use one more tradition." You laugh, consuming the jar and not missing the look of horror on his face.

"A-And I thought Abigail eating rocks was nuts...you two would be great friends.."

Harvey

"Umm..."

While he's well aware of the many health benefits to mayonnaise, he wonders if you know that they're best as a condiment....not a beverage you can just sling back.

"But you told me to lay off the Joja Colas, doctor," you pointed out to him. "You're telling me those are a healthier alternative to this?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all." He huffs. "It's just..erm..I've never met someone who enjoyed mayonnaise by itself..it sounds-"

"Disgusting?"

"N-No! I didn't mean it like-"

"I'm kidding, Harvey." You laugh a little, amused by his nervousness. "You know any side effects to drinking large quantities of mayo?"

"..none in particular, but that doesn't mean you should-"

"Then if I start feeling anything different, I'll let you know. Thank you." With a wink, you pull out some dinosaur mayo and drink it on your way out of the clinic...with poor Harvey wondering wtf that was.

Regular mayo was fine, but that green icky-looking mayo...had him gravely concerned over what you were doing to your body.

Elliot

"Why?!"

You thought you were being subtle, drinking a little bit of mayo while hanging out at his beachside cabin.

But nope.

You've absolutely horrified this man. Traumatized, even.

It's almost as bad as the time you left a super cucumber on his doorstep, and the next day he sent you a letter demanding to know who made you play this "cruel prank" on him.

In reality, you thought it'd be a nice gift and he'd make something poetic out of a rare sea creature you fished up.

Apparently not and that's when you quickly learned it's a hated one.

"Oh don't be so dramatic," you shake your head. "It's easier to carry than some full course meal."

"But you could have any other food....why that?" Elliot asks, now genuinely curious about what goes on in your mind to think mayo is a suitable choice in food.

You have no explanation though other than "it's most convenient for me and I like the taste".

So he leaves it alone but....maybe it's better not to drink it around him without warning (or drink it when he's buzzed and he may not remember you doing that).

Sebastian

"Umm..."

And here he was, on Ginger Island, hoping to get a brief vacation away from the valley and all its weirdness.

Yet you came along to visit and check on your beach farmhouse--bringing tons of mayo jars with you.

You got thirsty while talking to Seb in the hot sun, and instinctively began chugging the first thing you opened out of your bag.

You don't even realize what you've done until he gives you the strangest look ever.

"Have you always liked drinking mayo...like that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Um..not since moving into the valley and learning how to make it." You shrugged, smiling sheepishly as you brought out another jar. This time a green color.

"What's that one?"

"Oh! Dinosaur mayo. It's a lot thicker and kinda tastes like a kale drink-"

"I'm sorry, there's dinosaurs in the mines?"

Alex

"Umm..."

"What?" You shoot him a defensive look, cradling the half-empty jar like it's your baby. "You've eaten every raw egg I give you, and I never judge."

"But..that's a little different, isn't it?" He chuckles nervously. "Eggs are great for protein! Drinking straight mayo is...erm....are there any benefits..?"

"It's easy to make with all the eggs in my coop, and um..it keeps my energy up so I don't pass out."

It's an awkward explanation, considering you simply drink mayonnaise for the hell of it and didn't think too much about the "health benefits".

But Alex completely agrees with you, not making any further comments on it in the future.

Although how he's eaten dozen of raw eggs without getting some kind of salmonella poisoning is beyond both him and you.

Perhaps you're both a little bit strange, but he eventually came to accept that about himself.

Wizard

"Umm..."

From the moment you met him and obtained forest magic, Rasmodius knew there was something peculiar about you.

From gleefully retrieving ectoplasm and prismatic jelly for his studies to assisting him in getting the dark talisman back from his ex-wife's home, he's come to trust you as a potential apprentice.

So to drink mayonnaise while looking through his catalogue of expensive magical architecture had him....a bit confused.

"What?" You look at the man standing by the bubbling green pot, his eyebrow raised in question. "C'mon, surely this can't be the strangest thing you've seen."

"No, whatever keeps your spirit and energy nourished is fine and all. But..mayonnaise seems most unconventional. That's all I'm saying. Now I must focus.."

And that's all he says about the matter, not really caring too much.

You're grateful he didn't overreact.

Krobus

"........"

"You're not gonna say anything?"

"About what?"

"About..y'know..me drinking mayonnaise?"

"Why would I? You gift me void mayonnaise. I eat it and use it as a moisturizer all the time!"

Finally, somebody who finds your habit relatively normal---but the only downside is that somebody isn't human.

Makes you often question if you're really human yourself.

It never bothers Krobus whenever you need to sling back a jar of mayonnaise and pull out another one when you return from the mutant bug lair or hike through Cindersap Forest to reach the sewers.

He thinks it's just a normal thing humans do, but when you mention how it's very much not normal in your "culture"..he thinks THEY are weird for not accepting your tastes.

Welp, at least he supports your weird yet harmless habit.

You did try void mayo once and nearly keeled over, so you stick to regular/duck/dino mayo from thereon.

[hyacintheros]

Brand New City

4. Art Is Dead

|| (Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader)

Series Masterlist Previous Chapter

Pairing: Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mean James

Word Count: 2.1k

P.S: I'm sorry it’s been awhile, going through writer's block :c Anywho, let me know what yall think!

“Y/N, darling? You look flush..” Cissa asks her, as the girl is falling into her breakfast. Cissa quickly props her up, feeling her head. “Oh you're going to need some Pepperup Potion, what happened?” The older girl pulls her up and supports her on the way to Madam Pomfrey. She thinks back to last night. 

—♡—

Running into James, her parchments and books fly everywhere. “Sorry, let me help you with tha-”, James’ eyes scans over who he bumped into, retracting his helping hand with a disgusted look.

“You look stupid down there, just where you belong.” He says with a sneer, glaring while she picks her books up.

Standing back up with her things in order, she asks, “What is your issue? No matter how nice I am to you, it's like I've cursed your bloodline with the way you're acting!”

“You're my problem! A Slytherin! How could you call yourself a good person being in that godforsaken house? Don't you know what your house is known for? What they did to my family?” He pours out to her, anger glistening on his face.

“I have don't nothing wrong! My family has done you no wrong. You hang out with my cousin for Merlin's sake! Why does my house make me different? Why do the colours I wear change your perspective?” She yells out, pent up anger spilling with every word.

He steps forward, getting in her face. “Your house, your people, hurt my family, my parents! You and your cult of Death Eaters! Have you no shame?” He huffs in her face, pushing her back.

“Well if you haven't noticed, I'm a muggle! Why would I tangle myself in those ideals? You're literally best friends with my cousin, who is also a muggle, if you haven't noticed!” She pushes back, trying to move away from the wall.

In a burst of impulse, James pulls his wand out, “Aguamenti”. A jet of water douses the girl, soaking her to the bone.

Before she can retaliate, the boy runs away, likely back to his common room. The water-drenched girl heads to the Dungeons, her own common room awaiting her after curfew.

Padding her wet feet into the dorm, she keeps quiet, in hopes of keeping her roommates asleep. 

She's too tired to run a bath, instead opting to change into her pyjamas and sleep with a tower on her pillow to dry her hair.

—♡—

“Oh look at you dear! Come sit on the bed, I'll fetch something to make you feel better.” Madam Pomfrey instructs, running off to her medicine cabinet.

Narcissa helps sit Y/N down, her shaking and shivering preventing her from denying help. “I'll tell your friend Remus so he can tell your professors that you can't come.” The sickly girl nods haphazardly.

The black haired girl leaves back to the Great Hall, making sure to tell Remus at the Gryffindor table before heading back to her own table.

Madam Pomfrey sends her off with a Pepperup Potion to her dorm, telling her to sleep away the cold. 

She wobbles and trips, using the wall as assistance back to the dungeons. Upon entering the common room, it's empty with the fireplace lit. The girl heads up to her dorm, drinking half of the vial.

—♡—

“Well what do you mean she's sick, Remus?” The redhead persists, not noticing any signs of the cold or flu yesterday.

“I'm not sure exactly, one of her friends told me so I could tell the professors, but that's it.” Remus picks up his bag from under the table, waiting for Lily to follow along to class.

“I guess it makes sense why she told you first, you share most classes with her… should we visit her after classes are over?” Lily asks, her eyes glossy, never having seen her cousin sick before.

Remus ponders, wondering if they should give her privacy today. “We'll see after class? Let her rest a bit.” The two part ways to their respective classes, Remus let's Professor Sprout know that Y/N can't attend.

—♡—

Madam Pomfrey had given the girl some Pepperup Potion, sending her down to the Slytherin dorms to get some rest, sending her Professors a notice for her absence. Pomfrey assumed the girl she came with, Narcissa, has already told some friends.

In bed, she feels worse than before, telling herself that you have to feel worse before you feel better,  which in hindsight, probably isn't the right mindset. She pulls the jumper tighter, puffing up her blanket more to get some warmth.

She shakes and shivers, restless and hungry, having not eaten as Cissa caught her right before she could grab breakfast when she sat down. That being said, she's too jello-like to fetch any food. Instead, praying that she'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Turning over to the nightstand, the girl rummages through the drawers, hoping to find any muggle pain killers she'd brought with her. Grabbing the case of painkillers and a small vial of night-time cough syrup, she takes it in hopes of feeling a little better, risking the unknown side effects of it being paired with a magical Potion.

Finally, thirty minutes later, the shivering stops and her mind at ease, falling asleep with a jumper on and two blankets resting on her. A dreamless nap overtakes her, soothing the girl mentally and physically.

—♡—

Severus had heard the news from Narcissa, gathered notes for her in the classes they shared, telling himself to visit her after classes are over. 

By lunchtime, Remus had told Lily, Sirius, and a boy named Peter who had recently joined their little group of friends. James had heard through Lily, a twinge of guilt was felt in his stomach, seeing Lily worried for her cousin. He stuck to his act as a comforting friend for Lily, not wanting to see her too worked up over it, knowing he caused the girl to feel sick.

Sirius and Lily had shoved small snacks into their pockets, waiting to visit Y/N after class, while Remus took notes for her in class, grabbing a book he thinks she'll like from his collection. The three Gryffindors meet up in front of the Slytherin common room, now a little stumped as they don't know the password.

“What are you lot doing standing like duc- Ow!” Lucius gets a good smack on the arms from Narcissa. “Here to see Y/N? I'll let you in.” Cissa says with a charming smile. She looks to the portrait, “Anguis”, the portrait opens up, revealing the common room.

Cissa drops Lucius at the couch, then looking towards the red-robed kids. “Come on then. I'll take you to our room.” She grabs Lily's hand and walks to the girls dorms, the two boys following suite.

Pushing the door open, the sound of gentle, yet disturbed snoring filled the room, like something was blocking her nose. They pile into the room, approaching her sleeping form. Cissa opens the door, hearing a knock.

Severus walks in, parchments in hand, scanning the room of its guests, eyes landing on Lily. “Oh Severus! It's so good to see you.” The red-head says, not having seen him in a while. The Raven haired boy smiles, then greets her. 

“Have you taken notes then? I think you're in some classes that I don't have with her, do you think we could combine notes then?” Remus says to him, seeing the stack of parchments the Slytherin boy carries. 

“Some notes are overlapping, but I think we've got everything.” Severus tells Lupin, knowing they have one or two classes together. They sort through both piles, placing them carefully on her desk.

“Do you think we should let her sleep? Don't want to wake her up..” Lily says to Narcissa, wanting her opinion. “Honestly, I think she's slept about three or four hours now.. We should let her sleep more, heard her rustling in bed all night.”

The older girl let's them stay a little bit to leave some snacks for her, Sirius had munched a little through his during class, so it was mainly Lily who put some food on the bed-side table. They leave her dorm, thanking Narcissa for letting them in.

Cissa toddles back to Lucius, “They're not that bad, you know?” The blonde headed boy scoffs, rolling his eyes at her statement, going back to reading his book. 

—♡—

Feeling terribly warm, being covered and layers of heat, she wakes up sweating, pulling off blankets and jumpers in the hopes of feeling coolness on her skin. Panning around the room, she spots a bun with some spreads. a teeny jar of strawberry marmalade and butter.

It's just past the evening, still an hour or two before dinner. She gladly takes the bun, not having eaten since dinner last night. As she munches, she looks at the desk, seeing a stack of parchments. 

Getting up, the girl surveys the parchments flipping through, obviously being done by two different people. Skimming through the notes and titles, she realises it's class notes. Recognising Severus’ cursive, yet not being able to pinpoint the other person's handwriting, yet still feeling a sense of familiarity.

She goes back to the bed-side table, finishing up the rest of the Pepperup Potion- oddly tasting like strawberry cough syrup.

Bella enters quietly, unsure if the ill girl was still asleep. Gazing at the bed, the curly-haired girl perks up, “Darling, how do you feel? Cissy told me you weren't doing too well..” Y/N smiles, grateful she has people who care, like Cissa and Bella.

“I think it was just a small fever, feel almost better now.. D'you know who left these?” She says, referring to the snacks and parchments. “Cissy said she let your Gryffindor friends visit, plus Severus!” Bella responds, not being in the room when they visited.

The girl hums in acknowledgement, a sort of warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of her friends. Although, the reminder of the red house gives her a bad taste, thinking of how she got sick in the first place.

“What time is it? S'it time for dinner yet?” She pouts, still terribly hungry after munching the small bun. Bella nods and grabs her hand, pulling her to the Great Hall.

—♡—

“Now, you look much better than this morning! Keep this extra potion just in case you feel a little tingle of the cold left, right dear?” Madame Pomfrey hands her a small vial for safe keeping. She thanks the nurse, heading back to her dorm.

Travelling through the halls, a few students still linger before curfew, chit chatting with their friends. Behind her, someone calls out for the girl, “Hey! Did you get the parchments?” Remus, looking oddly dishevelled, says.

“It was you! I did, thank you so much by the way, don't know how I would've know about Uric the Oddball… Are you alright?” She points out how in a hurry he looks.

He shrugs it off, attributing it to a late night jog. “You look much better, glad you're doing well.” Y/N chuckles, thanking him once again for the notes. They quickly catch up about the day, Remus telling her about Sirius’ newest adventures.

Remus looks at his watch, his eyebrows pinching a little, “You better head to the dungeons, curfew is about to hit. Have a goodnight Y/N” Remus quickly says, rushing off.

Confused by his behaviour, the Slytherin instead chooses to think about how he wrote the notes for her.. her cheeks flush pink at the thought! Would he think she's slacking off just because she's sick? How troublesome. She goes back to the dorms, promising herself to study the topics before tomorrow's classes.

Briskly walking back to her dorm, she doesn't want to have another encounter with Potter, fearing he'll make her more than just sick. She ponders on what he said last night. ‘Death Eaters?’ What would make him think that she, a muggle born, would be a Death Eater?

Reaching the common room, she sees Lucius and Narcissa first. Plopping down, Lucius tells her the newest drama of the Slug Club, how terribly artificial the cherry pudding tasted. She laughs, finding his choice of topic amusing. 

Spotting a long, raven-haired boy, she greets Severus, thanking him greatly for the potions notes. “S’not like you needed them.” The boy snaps back. In turn, she pats his shoulder, returning to her dorm to get some studying done. He waves her off, going back to his book. But deep down, he feels his head go lighter at her recognition…

[steviewashere]

Can't Forget to Love You

Rating: Mature CW: Brief Arguing (But they make up) Tags: Post-Canon, 5+1 Things, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has ADHD, Forgetful Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Insecure Steve Harrington, Self-Esteem Issues, Steve Harrington Has Migraines, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Moments in Time, Slice of Life, Guidance Counselor Steve Harrington, Bartender Eddie Munson, Record Shop Owner Eddie Munson, Happy Ending, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington

5 times Steve forgets and Eddie helps him remember, 1 time Eddie forgets and Steve helps him remember

Also on AO3 because this is almost 7k words long.

💕—————💕 0 - Prelude

Steve’s memory is selective. He forgets things most of the time, nothing too detrimental, usually. But forgotten nonetheless. It didn’t start with the concussions; though those didn’t help in any way. Ironically, he’s been this way for as long as he could remember. Granted, there’s a few spotty years—ages four and five lost to time, but from six onwards sounds about right.

His mom used to tell him that he only remembers what he wants to. “You forget what you don’t care about,” she told him. Which couldn’t be true, he had thought at the time. But she was pretty on the money for that one. Those words directed at him a couple hours after she had asked him to do the dishes. She was right. He didn’t care about doing the dishes. And so he distracted himself with other things: the television and a couple books he had to read for school (also not cared about, so those were futile distractions) and his action figures. By the time his parents came home from their date night, he had genuinely forgotten.

Though, why would he want to forget things like his car keys? Food in the oven? Medications? He’d leave a room and it’s as if all the things he needed ceased to exist as soon as his back was to them. Or what about the glasses he wears to read? Those go “missing” all the time, but then his friends point out that they’re on his head or they’re hanging loose from the collar of his shirt or they’re literally sitting in front of him on the coffee table.

He just sort of forgets. Truly and honestly. Even when he cares about it. Even when he marks the date on his calendar. Even when he gives a verbal confirmation and then an additional confirmation from an outside source. He should remember. He should be able to trace his steps or make a true promise to those around him. And he feels sort of dumb for all of it.

But he just can’t.

And then Eddie Munson enters his life. And they’re dating. And they’re living together.

And then they’re entangled, legs under blankets, looking out on Indianapolis from their bedroom window. And Steve keeps forgetting anyway.

————— 1 - September, 1995

“Where the fuck are my keys,” he mutters. Steve’s already thrown the couch cushions to the floor. He’d scrounge around his and Eddie’s entire apartment. Gone through each room and ruined their environment. Tossed aside dirty laundry, rummaged through open drawers (and left them open), had slammed kitchen cabinets, and emptied all of his jacket pockets. When the couch proves to be another empty zone—sans the TV remote he couldn’t find last night and a couple loose coins—he groans, frustrated. Exasperated, he shouts, “Where are they?!”

Forgetting—again, always forgetting—that Eddie was asleep in their bedroom. That he had come home late last night. That his clothes were drenched in syrupy alcohol mess from a shaker exploding on him from behind the bar. That he went through the motions: did his laundry, waited until it was all dry, helped Steve with some homework for community classes, ate dinner, and then passed out in bed; face down, legs sprawled, drooling on his arm by the time Steve came in; 3:19am on their alarm clock, set on Eddie’s side—because he remembers what alarms need to be set.

“Babe?” Eddie’s sleep ruffled voice calls out. He’s closer than Steve thought he’d be. He turns around and Eddie’s in the open entryway of the living room. One sock missing and the right leg of his sweatpants rolled up to his knee and sweat stuck hair on his forehead and his naked torso creased from his arms trapped under him, the blanket all wrinkled around. Steve immediately feels bad, checking his watch: 9:20am.

Shit.

“Fuck,” Steve sighs. “God, I’m sorry. I for—“ He can’t help the next sigh that comes from him. Frustrated and taxed. “I’m just trying to find my car keys. And I thought that I’d put them on the hook by the door last night. But then I checked, and they weren’t there. So I went into the kitchen and then I was in the office and I…Maybe I had folded them in with some laundry? I don’t know…I never know, though!” He tosses his hands out to the side. “I’m so fucking dumb, swear it.”

“Hey,” Eddie murmurs, scolding without the bite. “You aren’t dumb, Steve.”

“But I am! How do I always forget? How come I can’t just keep my shit together?”

Without preamble, Eddie is crossing the room to him. His hands are warm weights on Steve’s shoulders. Thumbs tracing the ends of his collarbone. Steve sighs into him, not quite boneless, yet not rigid either. He casts his eyes down at Eddie’s chest, vision going blurry.

“Stevie,” Eddie mutters, “how can I help?”

Steve shrugs. He reaches up to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. He drops it away when his eyes stop aching. Voice low, “Do you remember where I put them? You’re better at this stuff.”

“I think,” Eddie starts slowly. When Steve finally looks up, Eddie’s face is one of pure concentration. His mouth pursed and his eyes big and thoughtful. He hums. “I think I saw you with them at the dining table. You had set your school bag on the table and the keys clinked down. But then…”

He stops momentarily, still tracing his thumbs over Steve’s chest.

“Then,” he murmurs, “I made you put your stuff away in the bedroom because I was about to eat at the table and don’t like the outside stuff sitting where we have food. So you went in and set your bag somewhere in the room. Do you remember where that was?”

Steve sighs through his nose. “It’s the only thing I remembered, feels like. Found it by the bedroom door, leaning against the side of the dresser. But no keys.”

“Have you looked inside your bag? It might be good to do that,” Eddie suggests gently, “If they aren’t there, I can drive you to where you need to go and I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

And…shit. Steve didn’t even think to look there. He works his way around Eddie and to the front door. His book bag—a brown, leather messenger satchel—sits waiting on the floor. He flips open the top and begins digging through the well of the first pocket. And sure enough, clinking against the couple textbooks he has, is a metal ring with something jagged and sharp dangling from it. Materializing the ring, he dangles it in front of his face.

“Yes!” He exclaims. Looks over his shoulder, wide-eyed and smiling. To see Eddie looking at him already, face fond. “You’re a genius, Eds!” Steve crows, “I would’ve never found ‘em!”

Eddie hums. He comes forward to Steve again and settles a hand in his hair. Fingers stroking over his scalp. “I wouldn’t say I’m a genius, sweetheart. Think I just know you pretty well, yeah? Plus, you would’a found them eventually—given that you’ve torn through every other part of the house.”

Steve grimaces. “Sorry about that, let me clean up and then I’ll—“

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie brushes off. “You gotta get to class and I’ve got nowhere to be for a while.”

“But you should go back to bed.”

“I’ll take a nap before you get home. Believe me, I always do.”

Steve stands from his spot on the floor. Eye to eye with Eddie. He leans in and pecks him, a chaste thing, but lovely nonetheless. “M’kay,” he mutters against Eddie’s lips. “Can you call me at noon, though? Remind me that I’ve got a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my bag. I can’t get takeout for lunch again.”

“You got it,” he agrees. “Get outta here before you’re late.”

Reluctantly, Steve pulls away. Lingers by the door for a brief second and kisses Eddie just one more time, if only to do it. “Don’t pick up anything for dinner. I’m making lasagna tonight.”

“Go, loverboy,” Eddie directs lightly, gently nudging Steve out the door. “I’ll call you and eat your lasagna. But go before you’re late.”

Before Steve leaves, though, Eddie calls out for him one more time. He looks back, because he always will.

“I love you, baby. Remember that,” Eddie says. And Steve’s chest flutters something quick. Something tepid. Something soft in the back of his throat.

“Love you, too.”

————— 2 - Halloween, 1997

Okay…Decorations, check. Costumes…Eddie’s got his and mine’s…Where is mine?

“Christ,” Steve lowly groans. He just got back from class. There’s a bowl of candy sitting on the dining table. Spider webs that threaten to get caught in his hair every time he steps out of their apartment. The complex has a flood of kids for this year and he wants to be awake to hand out Kit-Kats and Sour Patch Kids to all of them. Eddie’ll be home soon and Steve’s sure he’d like to get started on festivities as soon as he gets back. He even promised to pick up a new bottle of Smirnov to go with the leftover Kool-Aid they’ve got going sour in the fridge.

And it looks like he won’t be chugging sugar tonight because he forgot…again.

He goes to their landline, hanging in the hallway. Prays, beyond everything, that Eddie’ll be the one to answer at the bar. The phone rings almost incessantly. Loud. Piercing. Reminding him that he has to contact his boyfriend, his personal backlog of Steve information.

Finally, after the third ring, it’s picked up.

“Halligan’s Bar & Grill, this is Eddie speaking.”

“Eddie,” Steve breathes. “Oh, thank god! I…I need your help with something.”

On the other end, Eddie makes a soft, concerned noise. “You alright, sweetheart? Need me to come home early?”

“No!” He gets out, a little too loud for his liking. “No, shit, nothing like that. Just…” Steve sighs. “I’m frustrated with myself again. I’ve made sure all the decorations are up, ready to go. And the candy’s set to be handed out when you get back. But…Fuck, I can’t find my costume. Have you seen it?”

“Mmm…The Mulder to my Scully. Let’s see…” He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth three times in quick succession. Before he answers, he cuts himself off. “Hey! I banished you for the night, man! Get the hell outta my bar!” Eddie shouts. Steve can’t help the low chuckle he lets out. And in response, there’s a short snort. “You like that, Stevie? Giggling like a little school girl,” he teases.

“Sure, Eds,” Steve murmurs, unapologetically honest. But…Business, no time for flirting. “So…The costume? I gotta put it on before those kiddos come squealing to our door, y’know? Plus—well, I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.”

Eddie sighs, long and grieving. “Oh, but my loverboy is calling me,” he whispers, the words reaching down into the butterfly swarm that is Steve’s stomach. “Okay, well…The last time I saw it was this morning, actually. It should be hanging over the side of the porch banister. I washed it this morning with that sensitive laundry soap you bought—just thought about how you were complaining about how itchy the fabric was making you and…I don’t know, thought that I could maybe soften it a bit?”

Steve peeks around the corner, into the living room, and there it is, yup. Through the sliding glass door, that leads to the porch, is his costume. His cheeks flush red hot. He should’ve looked there. The dryer in their apartment’s been acting up lately. Eddie’s been hanging up all the laundry on the porch, the new autumn heat just enough to dry ‘em. Ashamed, Steve murmurs, “Found it. Sorry I bothered you at work.”

A scoff. “Bothered?” Eddie asks incredulously. “More like kept me entertained and level-headed. Swear to god, Steve, I’m one more bad customer away from quitting.”

He hums knowingly. The bar’s not a good place to keep working, Steve especially knows that. Eddie’s been there for a good five years now and the honeymoon phase was over long before he even reached the end of the first year. Day thirty, only a month in, Eddie had come home with his shoulders hiked and a sigh big enough to blow away the sands of time. 

There was a flyer on their coffee table for some start-up cafe down the street, Steve remembers that. At least.

“Maybe you should quit,” Steve suggests. “First of all, I get to keep you all to myself—“

“You get me anyway, Stevie. That’s hardly a reason to quit.”

“Mmm, but I’m greedy,” he teases. “And I like to keep you, so…That should be enough to quit in the first place. But also, I can’t help but notice that flyer that spawned in our living room the other day. Maybe apply there, baby.”

Eddie chortles. “You’re just wanting me there so I can bring you home pumpkin loaf and lattes.”

“Bonus,” Steve amends.

“Touché, Stevie, touché.” Another shout at a customer over what sounds like Eddie’s shoulder. And he sighs, just like he did on day thirty of the bar. “I’ll think about it,” he murmurs, “but I gotta go. Some asshole—“ and he says that with conviction, “—won’t get a cab and go home. I’ve gotta hail him one, boss’ orders. Just get your costume on and remember this especially: I love you and you aren’t bullshit and you’re gonna be so hot tonight that we’ll have to call candy handouts off early. I’m gonna ravage you, baby. Animalistic style.”

Steve giggles. “Startin’ to sound like that Nine Inch Nails song, but I’ll remember. Get home safe, get that vodka, and I’ll make sure the Kool-Aid stays good.”

“Love you, Stevie. Please don’t forget that.”

“Love you, too, Eds. Now go on before you get in trouble and that asshole gets more shitfaced.”

He’s not bullshit. Eddie loves him. But he also loves Mulder.

And Mulder, Steve can now be.

————— 3 - March, 2003

They moved out of Indianapolis at the start of this year. Moved cross-country into an outskirt, suburban area in Portland. A little house; perfect and capable. It was an odd change to make at first, considering they had their apartment since ’89, but the winds of change blew at them, hard enough to send them over state lines.

Though, with March and the rainy season Oregon has to offer, Steve was down for the count with an awful migraine.

It seemed like with the change of season and the change of weather, the migraines were going to be more frequent. Air pressure and the fact they were uphill and…whatever other bullshit garbage a doctor told him long ago. Just like always, he’s forgotten what the words were and what they’ve meant. But they hit him in tidal waves as he lays supine on the tattered, tartan sofa they dragged from the apartment.

Lumpy spots surround the knots of his shoulder blades and lower back. And his head is throbbing. Hard to miss. Hard to forget.

But the current time…he didn’t know when it was. He didn’t know the last time he took medication. He couldn’t remember when he ate or if he did, what it was and if he still had water in his travel bottle. But he couldn’t get up. Couldn’t, even if he tried.

There’s rustling coming from their new home office. Eddie’s probably finishing up his bookshelves, finally. Books being sorted and figures going on display. The guitars hanging on the farthest wall from the door, Steve can almost imagine it. Almost. It’s too hard to really think, let alone function as a person.

“Eds?” He calls out, croaking. The sounds in the other room stop. Suddenly, however, steps are echoing down the hallway, coming around the corner, slapping against the hardwood (meaning Eddie’s barefoot, probably still in his pajamas, having called out from work this morning), and standing thankfully in front of the only window without a curtain. That sunlight had been bothersome, but again, Steve doesn’t think he can move without getting overwhelmingly dizzy. “Eddie,” he murmurs.

Eddie crouches down. His joints popping and crackling like a packet of Pop Rocks. Even makes a few low, measured grunts of discomfort under his breath. But a hand splays itself on Steve’s forehead, cool rings against his skin, dull fingernails carefully scratching his left temple. It’s Eddie’s left hand, then. All the rings. The pig one heaviest. “Yes, sweetheart? What can I do?” He whispers.

Steve winces anyway, eyes squeezing closed impossibly more. The pull of his eyebrows makes pain flare inside his head, down to the roots of top teeth, makes his stomach gurgle with unease. He takes a careful breath through his nostrils. “When’s the last time I had medicine?” He finally musters.

The hand on his forehead twists. Eddie’s thumb folding into the palm of his hand, wrist pointing at his face. He makes a hum of assessment. “Roughly six hours ago, give or take ten minutes. Wouldn’t harm you to take more right now, though. Want some?”

Steve tries to nod, but stops when the heavy weight of Eddie’s hand forces him still. He’s grateful for his presence. Lingering in their home. His weight easy, even his shadow, even his voice. He smells of barely anything: the smallest curl of a cigarette, but also the honey sweetness of their new shampoo. Nothing else. Thankfully.

“Do you have water in your bottle?” Eddie asks him.

The corners of Steve’s eyes sting. “Don’t remember,” he mutters. “Can’t remember anything, Eds. Feel so…I feel so stupid and useless right now.”

Eddie’s right hand smacks softly on his shoulder. “Hey, none of that,” he scolds gently. “It’s okay if you don’t remember, baby. You’re in pain, Steve, that’s okay if that’s all your body can focus on. Let me get your medicine and I’ll refill your water. Probably would be best to get new ice cold fluids in ya.”

Steve hums. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “You think I should eat?”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m not sure,” he explains, “just nauseous. Like not enough I couldn’t stomach anything, but just enough to gross me out.”

“Okay,” Eddie whispers, “I’ll get some toast, too. You want just butter or can I slather on some jam? Robin made it from real, very sweet, very delicious strawberries. Might be yummy.”

Despite how shitty his day is, Steve finds himself grinning like a fool. “Go ahead, Eds. Thank you again. You’re a lifesaver.”

Eddie leans more into his space at that. Leaves a barely wet, long kiss between Steve’s eyebrows as if he’s trying to will the discomfort away. “Just stay put and I’ll get you feeling better. Later, I’ll draw you a cooling bath. And even later, we can snuggle, okay? I’ll get you situated and finish up the bit of work I have on our computer and then…you have all of me for the rest of the day.”

“M’kay,” Steve breathes, “love you.”

“Love you, too. Don’t forget that.”

Even if Steve’s brain goes haywire well into his life, like it almost is everyday, he truly believes he’ll always remember that. In the soft touches. In the exchange of words. In the kiss to his forehead and the cold water pressed into his hand and the perfectly jammed-up toast. Eddie loves him, Steve will always know.

————— 4 - January, 2008

“Steve!” Eddie screams as his greeting. He’s just got home. The front door just shut behind him. And Steve doesn’t know what he did, but Eddie rarely yells at him. And his heart drops immediately out of his ass and to his feet.

He appears from the office. Glasses perched low on his nose. Hair wild like it’s been tugged at. Hands shaking from how much caffeine he’s had. His head is pulsing something low and his stomach is flipping nauseously and he barely slept. God, he slept only two hours last night. Things are amping up for him, meetings with parents and social workers and principals, counselors like him—his schooling having prepped him for IEPs and students who need assistance. But it’s taking a toll. And he doesn’t have time for this.

“What, Eddie?! I’m about to log on to another meeting, why are you screaming at me?!”

“You’ve been at home all day, right?”

Steve sighs. Snippy, he responds, “Yes, Eddie. You know I have. Woke up at like five this morning and have been working since. What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

Eddie levels him with a wide-eyed, furious stare. His cheeks are pulled hollow from the pinch of his lips. Arms crossed tight over his chest, fingers white-knuckled where he grips to his biceps, feet popped out. “You’re kidding,” he comments dryly. “Tell me you’re joking, Steve.”

“What’s wrong?” He repeats. Checks his watch. “Five minutes, Eds. I’ve got five minutes and I’m itching for another coffee. Spill.”

“So, Wayne’s got our daughter right now,” Eddie states lowly. His voice is tight and thinning by the second. Shoulders tensing. “Lilly’s apparently been waiting at daycare for…mmm, what did the administrator say? She sat on the curb with her too big pink backpack, hair wild, covered in marker stains from a couple of kids who took their anger out on her. She sat on the curb for three hours. Waiting.”

“Three hours? Well, what the hell, Eddie? Why didn’t you—“

“It was your day,” Eddie bites, “Your day to get our kiddo and she was a snotty, bubbling mess when I had to get her last minute. I got the call while I was unloading the new record delivery at my shop. Got the inventory page out, trying to manage new hires, talk circles around the dumbass delivery driver. And just as I was about to fucking explode, I get the call.

“So, answer me this, Steve. Why did our daughter wait three hours? You were supposed to get her on your lunch break.”

“I…” Steve’s chest stutters. His jaw drops wide. Shoulders tight, hands shaking impossibly more. “I…Oh my god, I didn’t have lunch. I didn’t…The meetings just kept coming and I wasn’t reminded to get a lunch break from my boss, so I didn’t leave the house. And I…Oh god.”

At that, the tension snaps in him. He places his tremor riddled palms over his eyes. Pressing in as hard as he can, enough that his vision spots with black and maroon and blue. He sobs dryly.

“I forgot our daughter,” he squeaks out. Hands still over his face. Throat drying and face heating. “Our little four year old daughter. I just fucking forgot her. What the…What’s fucking wrong with me?”

“Steve, knock it off,” Eddie warns low. “There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. I hate when you talk like that.”

“I forgot our daughter!” Steve shouts, “I forgot her just like my parents forgot me! What, because I was fucking working?! Oh my god! Nothing is more important than her and I just…I’m the worst fucking parent to ever exist.”

“Hey!” Eddie snaps back. “I just said knock it off.”

Steve draws his face from his hands and levels Eddie with his own stare. Hope it conveys all the self-hatred piled deep within him. The factual part of him labeled: Major Fuck Up. Even the bit of anger that burbles in him.

“My mom used to tell me that people only forget when they don’t care,” Steve states lowly. Deep in him like gravel nestled in tires. “Maybe I am just like her. Just like my dad. Maybe I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t care. I mean…Who picks work over their own children?”

“You didn’t pick,” Eddie admonishes. “You were stressed and busy, as was I. I know that you’re a good father, Steve. You wouldn’t worry so bad right now otherwise—“

“I forgot,” he mutters. His chest is hollow. Kind of feels like he’s going to puke. He can’t believe himself right now. “I need…I’m gonna tell my boss a family emergency came up. I can’t…Just leave me alone right now. Don’t try and lie to me about this shit.”

Eddie scoffs. Follows in a quick pursuit as Steve begins to retreat to their office. “I’m not lying, Steve. You’re not a bad dad, I’m not lying about that. I’m not—“ Steve slams the office door in his face before he can try and get any closer.

And he makes do on what he said. Calls his boss. Makes up a lame excuse. And then he slithers back out to their bedroom, where Eddie isn’t, and curls up on his left side over their comforter. Stares at the wall, thinking. Too hard. He always thinks too hard. Maybe that’s why he forgot. Maybe he forgot because his brain was elsewhere.

But he cares about their little Lilly. He cares about her more than he cares about himself most days. No, he knows he cares more about her more than he cares about himself all the time. She’s their baby. Their little ball of sunshine. And he let her down. Just like his parents let him down.

How did I let myself forget, he can’t help but linger on, who forgets their own child?

Later, Eddie joins him in their bed. Laying on his back. Space between them. Not touching. Not speaking. Barely breathing.

Until he whispers, “She’s spending the night with Wayne. ’T’s Friday, so maybe he’ll grant us the free time and keep her all weekend.”

Steve sniffs. Says nothing. Doesn’t move.

“I spoke to her,” Eddie states louder, “she’s a little mad, I’ll be honest. But she understands. She knew you had a long day. Said that she had a long day, too.”

“Yeah,” Steve wetly murmurs, “and I sure as hell didn’t help her with that. I wouldn’t be surprised if she shunned me, Eds. If she told me…If she told me what I’ve known all along.”

“Steve,” he hears whispered. “Baby, look at me.”

“No,” he stubbornly refuses. “Just tell me the truth and get it over with and I’ll…Fuck, I don’t what I’ll do. Don’t lie to me.”

Eddie turns, then. His arms wrapping hesitantly around Steve’s waist, dragging him in. Steve can only squeeze his eyes shut, breathe brokenly through his nose, try and think of somewhere else to be. But he lays his hands over Eddie’s anyway. He always will.

“I’m not surprised you forgot,” Eddie murmurs, “I’ll…Let me be more honest, okay? I talked to your boss—“

“Eddie—“

“I talked to her,” Eddie takes over, voice nearly stern, “And she told me that you’ve been sitting at that damn computer for twelve hours. Twelve, Steve. That’s insane. You need to know that. That’s insane. You’ve been on speed dial all day. You’ve been stuttering over your words. You had six cups of coffee before noon. Baby, that’s fucking—

“You’re insane, Steve. I don’t understand you sometimes, I’ll admit. But I understand truly, deeply that you never intend to forget. Never. I should’ve called you. Or—Or we should’ve just had Wayne get her, we knew today was busy, and yet we self-sabotaged. It’s my fault, too. It’s not just you. Baby, Stevie, we aren’t bad parents because life got in the way.

“Shit happens, Steve.

“You’re not a bad father for forgetting one time. And we know what doesn’t work now. We know what we need to do next time. We’ll do better.” He shifts again. Legs intertwining with Steve’s. Arms squeezing his stomach. Chin digging into his right shoulder. His words are murmured directly into Steve’s ear. “I’m sorry for getting so angry, sweetheart. I reacted before taking in the situation. I’m sorry for screaming, that wasn’t nice.”

“But it was deserved,” Steve mutters blankly.

Eddie tuts, turns, and lands a chaste kiss to his cheek. Drags his right hand fingers up Steve’s torso, grips his chin, and makes them look at one another. He makes a soft, sympathetic noise. Thumb going to run under Steve’s eyes.

“How long did you sleep last night?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Steve…”

“Two hours,” he finally murmurs, “I just was so fucking nervous and I couldn’t relax at all and so I just did a bunch of cleaning up until I passed out on the sofa and then I got ready for work. And…Well, now you know what happened.”

Eddie breathes sharp through his nose. “I think we need a break from work,” he states calmly, “I don’t like what it’s doing. Stressing you out this bad.” He cups Steve’s face with his one hand. Traces over his bottom lip. “Imagine what happens if it just keeps stressing you out. We don’t need a repeat of that stomach ulcer from your last year of school.”

Steve rolls his eyes and scoffs. “God, don’t remind me of that. I’d rather forget that shit.” Though, he softens then. Gazing back at Eddie. “You really think I’m a good parent? Despite…”

“One hundred percent, loverboy. And don’t doubt that for a second.”

For the first time that day, Steve smiles. No teeth, just lips. Eyes half-lidded. Sleep creeping in on him. “Okay, fine,” he relents gently. “We just need a better plan for next time.”

Eddie nods. “Yup, that we do. And Steve?” They gaze at each other again. “Don’t forget the other important thing, okay? I love you to the center of the universe and back. Despite this, I love you.”

“Love you more, Eds.”

He chuckles, “Oh, Stevie…Don’t play this game with me.” His fingers gently trace Steve’s hairline. “We’ll be here all night and we won’t get any beauty sleep. Just rest now, alright? I’ll order us some pizza when you get up.”

“I’m gonna ruin my schedule.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll remember to get you up before then.”

Though, in a series of firsts, Eddie didn’t wake him up. And his schedule was definitely ruined. But they got a weekend to themselves and a vacation planned for the next one.

————— 5 - December, 2016

Marriage. That was a word.

Marriage.

And Steve’s about to experience it—legally. Sure, he and Eddie had been “married” for the better part of twenty-five years or so. But it wasn’t authorized by anybody. And they hadn’t tied the knot when Massachusetts allowed it, life having been hectic and the fact they had moved not too long before that information was shared. So, they chose to wait. By god was it going to be a good day.

Except, of course, something was going to go awry. At first, Steve thought it’d be that the cake wouldn’t be delivered to the wedding on time. Then, there was the fiasco in which a strap snapped off of Nancy’s bridesmaid dress. And then Jonathan dropped his camera, had to rush away to get a new one.

But this one was marginally more embarrassing than any of those.

They made it through the ceremony, the reception, and the goodbyes. Alone time, at last. Alone time in their honeymoon suite, my that sounded good, Steve thought.

Then, right as he was one foot out the door, Eddie laughed something hysterical behind him.

He whipped around, wide-eyed, giggling. “What?” He breathes. “Why’re you laughing so hard, honey?”

Eddie brought his left hand to his face, that new ring in his collection glinting nice and bright for the whole world to see, and wiped away his fast falling happy tears. “Baby, you’re forgetting something really important.”

For a moment, hot white shame flooded through Steve. He scowled. “Hey,” he snipped, “that’s not funny. You know I’m bad at remembering.”

He was leveled with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. There were deep smile lines stretching around Eddie’s face. His crow’s feet were finer. Hair wispy at his temples and grey. Steve couldn’t be mad any longer, it was impossible to be in the face of somebody so painstakingly attractive.

“It’s breezy in here,” Eddie commented suddenly. “Right? It’s like there’s an open window or something.”

Steve placed his hands on his hips. Scowled again. “What does that have to do with anything, Eds?”

“Mm…the fresh, winter air. Snowflakes on the roof. Ice on the roads. Children dressed in puffer jackets, styling snowmen. Icicles ready to be licked. You don’t feel that chill?”

“Eddie,” Steve grumbled, “we’re going to miss our cab if you keep running me around in circles. What does the breeze—“ And then he felt it. Really felt it. A chill. A quick little gust of thirty-one Fahrenheit wind tickling his legs. But…That didn’t make sense. He was wearing pants. Sweatpants. Dressed down for the suite.

…Right?

He looked down, flushing deeper than he ever thought possible. The crimson could’ve touched his toes if he gave it the chance. Because what greeted him was a plain black t-shirt and his green boxers and a pair of white Nike socks. And, low and behold, no pants. Nada. Zilch. Zero. He was pants-less and Eddie was cackling his bony ass off.

“What the?! Why didn’t you tell me I was close to mooning the neighborhood, Eds?”

“I thought you would’a noticed,” Eddie wheezes. He takes a chortled breath. “I just don’t get you, sweetheart. How does somebody forget pants?”

“I’m excited!” Steve attempted to defend, “I want to get places faster, do sexy things to you, celebrate! I thought I had pants on!” Though, if he really thought about it, he does remember getting briefly distracted after undressing from his tux. Eddie’s tongue down his throat. Calloused fingers on his softened waist. Whimpered moans.

He was distracted, that’s his alibi.

“As much as I love you naked—“ Which Steve wasn’t, so Eddie made no sense. “—Your beautiful legs and beautiful body and that fat ass of yours are for our rose petal covered bed and my future hard-on. Can you grab some pants really quick? They should be in the duffel where you grabbed the shirt. Which…Sorry to make fun, but it seems like you remembered that, loverboy.”

Steve rolls his eyes and marches over to the duffel bag. There’s his sweatpants when he gets the zipper undone. The sweatpants that should be on his stupid legs. “Just for laughing, I’m making you watch me work myself up and you don’t get to touch.”

Eddie positively whines. “Oh, come on,” he wheedles, “just a little touch. Just a—A morsel, kind sir. A tap? A love tap to that divine tiered masterpiece below your back?”

“Want me to revoke watching privileges? I’ll just make you listen. Maybe I’ll be quiet this time,” he huffs, pulling his pants up. “Could blindfold you with your own hair, dipshit.”

Another loud cackle. “Okay,” Eddie sighs, “I’m sorry.” He strides over and kisses Steve quick. One to his forehead. One to the underside of his jaw. On his lips. The moles on his neck. If they continue, Steve won’t have a clean pair of pants to put on. And he’s not a teenager, so he won’t be creaming any pants anytime soon. So, he pushes Eddie away, albeit reluctantly, and smirks. Eddie leans in again, though, murmurs wetly in Steve’s ear, “I love you, sweetheart. Despite how goofy you are, I love you.”

And despite the mild irritation Steve is simmering in his veins, he can’t help but be lovestruck. “I love you, Eds. How about I show you, yeah?”

“Ooo, I get to watch?”

“Tell me you love me again and maybe I’ll let you touch, too.”

By the time they make it to their hotel, Eddie’s voice is hoarse. And Steve’s body is thoroughly detailed by Eddie’s nimble fingers.

————— +1 - November, 1986

Of all the people Eddie expected to see on the other side of the trailer’s door, it was not Steve Harrington. Especially on a random Wednesday. At 5pm. With a shy glint to his eyes. Maybe he should’ve expected to see him, though, considering how they’re somehow friends. Even with the miles of differences between them. And it’s nice, too, that the guy is a respectable human being. And with the extra bonus of being attractive. And with the even bigger bonus of stealing Eddie’s heart.

“Oh, hey, Stevie,” Eddie greets. “What brings you ‘round these parts?”

In one quick motion, Steve thrusts something into Eddie’s field of vision. It’s a denim thing, that much he can tell. But it’s all balled up awkwardly, almost like Steve doesn’t want him to see. “I brought this back for you. Thought you wouldn’t be able to live without it.”

He takes the denim thing from Steve and carefully unfolds it.

Between his hands is his loved, cherished, battle vest. All the patches intact. Not a single pin out of place. And, most importantly, no longer stained with blood and gore. It’s been cleaned. It’s been returned. 

“I almost forgot about this,” he murmurs, “how did you—“

“I, funny enough, also almost forgot about it. But I found it in a pile of clothes from March. Thought I’d try to get the stains and things out. Washed it by hand in my bathtub. Used all the tips and tricks I got from…Honestly, Robin and Nancy helped me out with the blood. Y’know, time of the month things.” Eddie nods in slow understanding as Steve explains himself into a breathless stupor. Then, he takes a deep breath. Shifts nervously. “Just thought it would be nice for you to have it back. Means a lot to you, I’m sure. I—uh—I worked my own sewing skills on there and repaired a few loose strings. Hope that’s okay.”

Eddie’s eyes comically widen. And he kind of wants to cry.

“This is so…God, Steve.” He holds the vest limply in his hands, closer to himself, admiring it. “Sweetheart, this is wonderful. I was worried it got lost in all that mess.”

Steve shrugs as if he isn’t rocking Eddie’s world. “I remembered to keep it safe. Which is crazy, I normally forget everything within the first few seconds.”

Chuckling, Eddie states, “Well, you did that. You kept it safe.” He looks up, eyes misty and smile soft. “Thank you. Seriously, Steve. Thank you.”

But, before he ushers Steve inside. Before he promises beer and a movie and some music Steve probably wouldn’t like, a lightbulb goes off over his head. “You just jogged my memory of something,” Eddie relays. “Wait right here, alright? I’ve got something for you.”

In haste, Eddie rushes back to his bedroom. Settles his vest neatly over his dresser, despite the haphazard lops and hills of mess in his room, and begins to dig through said mess for his gift. Within just a few minutes, Eddie pulls up a soft, yellow sweater from the corner of his closet. As gently as he can, he folds it up in his hands and carries it back to the front door.

Steve’s still waiting there. His honey sweet eyes looking up expectantly, eyebrows raising when he spots the item in Eddie’s hands. So he hands it over. Watches it unfold in Steve’s grip. And how his smile gets wobbly, cheeks flush magenta, and his eyes go misty with it. “Where the hell did you get this?” Steve wetly asks.

Eddie gives his own nonchalant shrug. “It’s not the same one,” he admits honestly. “But you looked too nice in yellow to not have a sweater like that again. So I thought…Hey, Steve can have the one Wayne gave me, the one that didn’t fit quite right. It’s a hand-me-down, so it’s maybe not as special, but—“

“I love it,” Steve swears breathlessly. “Are you kidding me? My new buddy gave me a sentimental sweater, one that looks like one that I loved with my whole heart, and I get to keep it? Eddie, I love this so much. Man, I love you.”

Choosing to not say anything, he lets Steve ooh and ahh at the sweater a moment longer. Then, he ushers them inside. Gets them beer. Puts in a movie.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie calls softly. Steve is sitting next to him on the couch, head lolled on the back to look over. “I’m gonna give you something to remember, that okay?”

“I can’t promise that I won’t forget.”

Simply, Eddie shrugs again, leans in close. And, though there’s an undercurrent of fear rippling through him, he kisses Steve. A sweet thing. A chaste thing. But one that he hopes conveys everything under the sun. And when he pulls back, Steve is shocked into dreamy silence. His cheeks are flushed pink. Eyes a bit glazed over. Smile stretching softly.

“One more thing?” Eddie asks; Steve just bobbles his head, too caught up. “You’re a loved, loved man. And I’m going to remind you that until the day we die.”

“All because of a vest,” Steve sighs.

“Sure, Stevie. Because of a vest. But maybe…y’know, if you’re willing…maybe it’s because I just want to love you.”

Steve hums sweetly at that. “Love me, then. Another kiss?”

“You got it, loverboy.”

💕—————💕

[sturniolo04]

Madison Beer invites Y/n to go on tour with her as her photographer, they are very close friends and Madison loves y/n’s work so she had to ask.

The triplets go to the Boston show and hang out backstage later…Chris and y/n really hit it off and end up having sex

A/N: hope you like it love <3

Chris x Fem!Reader

You were a well known photpgrapher. you took photos of almost celebrity you could think of. You also happen to be childhood bestfriends with Madison Beer as well. Growing up with her was definitely something, you both always knew she was going to end up blowing up in her music career seeing that she was getting ready to go on her third the Spinnin Tour.

"oh my god theses are so fucking good dude"

Madison exlcaims scrolling your photography camera sitting on your couch.

" eh there okay"

" are you serious no you have to go on tour with me next month and shoot some shots"

"wait are you serious Madison"

"so for real dude"

Which brings you to now being on tour for about a month with Madison which has been so far the greatest experience of your life one not only being able to take photo for photography but also being able to spend time with your best friend.

It was now the Boston show and you were backstage with Madison the afternoon before the show since we had to be here early for stage prep and run-throughs.

" okay so i have some friends i want you to meet'

"okayy"

you trail off uncertain

"dont worry they are super nice i promise"

she states walking you two to the group of identical boys

" hey madison"

"hii"

madsion exclaims bring the three in a warm hug

"how have you been"

"great okay so this is my best friend she is taking photos of this tour we practically grew up together"

"hi"

"this is matt nick and chris"

she states pointing to each one them waving in response

"nice to meet yall"

you reply shyly as you caught the attention of the last brother, chris. Just something about the way he carries himself. he's just so attractive.

"nice to meet you too"

Time Skip

"you ready"

you ask madison who was standing beside you getting ready to walk out on stage

'yeah ready as i'll ever be"

she states simply shaking out the nerves bouncing up and down as matt asks coming up to the pair with nick back stage.

"have you guys seen chris"

"nope no idead"

madison states to consumed in running lyrics through her head.

"hm thats weird he said he was actually looking for you"

nick chimed in pointing at you

"me? did he have a sepcific reason"

"not that he specified to us no"

matt shrugged as madison got her cue to start the fans started going wild.

About halfway into the show you ending up leaving to just go the bathroom or so you thought. You guys have had yet to see Chris reappear, must have gotten lost of something weird, right.

You heading into Madison's dressing room to grab something before heading back to the right wing of the stage to finish watching the show.

"OHMY GOD"

you scream walking in finding Chris sitting on the couch with his hands in boxers, as you cover your eyes.

" im so sorry um"

you exclaim trying to find a good explanation to make this not as awkward as it already was.

" you can be so naive sometimes"

he huffs out getting up from the couch walking over to you grabbing your hips pulling you inside the dressing room and closing the door.

" what what do you mean"

you state flustered, seeing he had walked bot of you back against the now closed door

" im obessed with you you are so god damn attractive and it is killing me that I couldn't get you alone but"

he trails off as he brushes his thumb across your cheek

" now i got you alone all I want to do is make you feel good would you like that princess"

he questions you bumping his nose into yours as you squeeze your thighs together as you grow wetter, now needing him in areas you didn't know you needed him in.

"mhm"

you respond to him staring up at him standing on your tipy toes to connect your lips due to the height difference, as chris clowly back aways from your lips not giving you a chance to connect your lips as you slightly and quietly gasp still maintaining eye contact with him.

"words sweetheart, do you want me to make you feel good"

he asks again looking down at you.

"yes chris please"

you whine out as he brushes his lips against yours as he finally collides your guys lips finally in a slow make out, him proceeding to pick you up by the ass as you wrap your legs around his torso as he pressed you back against the dressing room door again, letting his tongue pass through your lips intertwining your guys tongues.

Considering the position you found chris in with his hand in his boxers, his pants already thrown on top of a chair in the room and you wearing a brown skirt provided easy access for what was about to go down. While you guys were still making out chris slips his hands to caress the side of your face distracting you as he took the other the hand to help guide himself inside your slick walls, quickly, focusing on your face to catch your reaction to his action.

" fuckkk oh my god"

you exsaperate out gripping his shoulders with your freshly manicure french tip acrylic nails, tipping you head back hitting the door he had you pressed against.

"god your so perfect"

he breaths out kissing your cheek, as he begins to slowly thrust his hips upwards meeting yours, gazing into your eyes taking in your fucked out features. Chris slightly changed the angle of his hips as he brushed against your g spot making you tip your forehead to touch his in the process, fluttering your eyes closed.

"godd youre so deep holy shit"

you groan out pressing your lips together trailing your hands through the back of Chris hair on his head.

" yeah taking me so well princess"

chris groans out still focusing on your face, feeling a sense of pride that he is the one making you feel this good. And it was true chris was making you feel so good from thee way he grips your hip to the way hs dick delicately kisses your walls with each thrust.

"mhm oh im gonna cu-chris"

you moa out as your orgasm crashes over you and chris with out warning.

" oh my god yess atta girl"

chris groans out stilling his hips as you and him ride out your orgasms. As you a finally calmed down, chris set you back your feet as you guys both got dressed again, walking back the the right wing of the stage. Luckily the show was not over just yet.

" Chis where the fuck did you go"

"bathroom"

chris states casually shrugging his shoulders standing next to you.

"you fucking liar and where did you sneak off to for 20 minutes"

"uh i went to the bathroom and grabbed something for the dressing room- I needed another storage card for the camera"

you uttered out quickly looking down at your feet.

"oh my goodness you guys did not"

"did not what"

matt asks trying to catch on to what is happening.

"noo you didnt chris"

"chris"

"dude no god no why would we-"

he trails off as they hear a loud applause signaling that the show was finally over, as madison runs off stage, examining you and chris' face.

"oh my god did you guys fuck in my dressing room"

"oh they totally did"

nick states matter factly crossing his arms over his chest.

[bengiyo]

Don't Care for an Old Man's Underwear Ep 9 Stray Thoughts

This watch made possible by @isaksbestpillow.

Last time, Mika recognized that Kakeru felt bad about how he snapped at them and opened up to his dad after talking to Daichi. As a result, she sent Makoto with Kakeru to the local festival with Daichi, and they all managed to make huge progress. Madoka followed them because he thought Daichi was seeing Kakeru, but Makoto cleared that up and the two gays are back together properly. Kakeru and Makoto understand each other better, and got to have a great moment where Makoto taught him how to use a pop gun to win a cute prize. Also, Makoto confronted his senior properly, and urged him to update after they solved a big problem.

I'm with Hasegawa on wanting to resolve the core issue that Kakeru hates the baseball team players.

I kinda wanna see what Furuike taking over for Shimura looks like now.

I'm glad the boys listened to Kakeru and tried to receive what he was giving them.

DON'T MIND 👍

I do feel a little for Furuike and am happy that he's trying. I'm glad Makoto started to change before he reached that age.

Oh shit! Is Moe family??

Look how far we've come. Moe is trusting Makoto with a big emotional ask. He didn't flub it, and was even able to offer praise!

The sign is coming down!!

I love these boys coming back a few days later after reflecting on what Kakeru said to share what they've learned. That's one of the kindest things one can do.

These girls walked in ready to fight these boys for Kakeru, and I fucks with that for real.

So much for that ship! Ookubo is already seeing someone.

DON'T MIND 👍

Not surprised that Madoka was an athlete at all.

He's holding Daichi's hand in public!!

I continue to love Daichi more than any other man we've met in these shows in a long time. I just love the way he cut through the bullshit and asserted that neither of them was giving up on building a future they want together.

I'm so ready to see Makoto at a concert!

Kakeru and Moe teasing Makoto about going on a date with Mika is such a lovely reward for all the effort everyone has put in.

I love Mika teasing Makoto for walking in the side of traffic after copying Daichi.

Wow @lurkingshan wasn't kidding. It does look like Kakeru is gonna fuck that bear.

I do love the siblings checking on each other.

I'm getting so emotional about Mika's explanation of how RANDOM gave her an outlet for something to be passionate about when she was in a dark place and feeling alone. It was so important to remind ourselves how Makoto used to be, and I'm glad he reflected on what role he played in that, and is able to thank the band for helping his wife and partner.

I'm really glad we've seen two shows this year that have women in the 40s and even 60s loving and enjoying boy bands.

I adore Makoto. Of course his bias would be Kanata, the one helping the others.

I'm so glad Mika has fandom friends her age to hang out with after a concert. I'm going to be thinking about how Mika described Makoto growing into someone unlikeable.

He did research! Look how happy she is!

Kakeru is such a little brother.

This family is fun again, and can let Makoto do dad things. They can trick him into a treat, and then Makoto gets to do fun dad things now like limit them to one parfait to share!

I am undone. Madoka recognized Daichi's backdoor proposal earlier, and seeing Daichi yearn for what the Okita family has pushed him to propose directly. I'm so happy for Daichi, and I'm so happy for the Okita family that they could be part of that moment after everything we've been through. Makoto didn't say anything this time and only applauded at the end. I know that parfait tasted great that night.

I'm so happy for Mihoko, too. You know she has worried so much about Daichi, and is thrilled by this engagement.

Oh boy, Daichi's dad is coming back next week.

I love love love how so much of this is about how there's always enough love to give. The end of the date was an opportunity for some out of house family time, and of course Daichi and his partner are welcome. And it's that yearning for that which pushed Madoka over the edge. I love that the Okita family got to be part of that moment. So much of this episode was just constant payoff for all the work everyone has put in. Kakeru has a place for himself at school. Makoto has the respect of his team. The kids like their dad again. Mika likes her husband again. We are a team now. We can face whatever comes next in these final two episodes.

[livwritesstuff]

Follow up to the last one (it felt like it could be its own thing), is there something that the girls share that’s just for two of them? Like inside jokes or activities that Moe and Hazel or Robbie and Moe, etc will do? And is there something all three of them consider sacred amongst themselves that not even their dads can participate in (without an extreme amount of reluctance ofc)?

so sorry for the delay in answering these. I used to do all my writing at work bc they weren't giving me enough tasks to fill the day but then my boss got fired last week and everything blew up and now they're actually giving me work to do so there's gonna be an overall pls hold on the writing front

Anyhoo there isn’t really much overlap in Moe, Robbie, and Hazel's major hobbies/interests (which Steve & Eddie are extremely grateful for because they’re competitive enough as is). Like, Moe is way sportier than the other two, Robbie is the musically-inclined one, Hazel does ballet all the way through high school and also has the whole animal sciences thing.

I honestly think Robbie and Moe go through a pretty long phase of not spending a whole ton of “quality time” together. Hanging out for them looks like sitting on their phones on opposite ends of the couch occasionally tagging each other in memes and saying "you lol". They definitely break out their ancient Wii every now and then to play all the old games, and I also think they’d be fully involved in each other’s drama. If Robbie’s friend group is at war with each other (we’ve all been there), Moe is just as glued to Robbie’s phone as Robbie is herself, watching the group chat fall apart and telling her how to respond.

I also think Moe and Robbie would be concert buddies when they're older, and as for activities they bar their dads from -- I 100% think that Robbie and Moe give each other stick-and-pokes in high school, and Moe definitely assists in the (multiple) ear-piercings that Robbie gives herself.

If Hazel needs a sister to rope into filming TikToks, she’s definitely going to Moe first, but Robbie’s the one she’ll ask to go shopping with.

Robbie probably ropes Hazel into all her artsy stuff like, “I’m gonna make Aunt Nancy teach me how to crochet. Wanna come?” (and then they’ll come out the other side with completely different end products).

I'm not sure if there's anything super super sacred between them (though I did read The Penderwicks growing up and this made me think of the MOPS - Meeting of Penderwick Sisters) so they might have little movie nights where they all pile into Moe's bed with snacks and a laptop balanced on their knees, and Steve and Eddie are like...hello???

[science-lings]

AU where Beanix gets more involved in the criminal world during the dark age of the law and becomes buds with Viola which accidentally makes him chill in the eyes of the Italian mafia and that makes his reputation a little more interesting

[bunnihearted]

🐇☀️☁️🍦

[maddy-ferguson]

fun fact about me: i'm insecure about so many random things that i've never flipped anyone off in my 22 years of life because i think my middle finger looks awkward and ugly by itself

[ionlycareaboutyou]

in hindsight developing disordered eating habits was probably a bad decision. groundbreaking discovery i know

[bootyful-seventeen]

Quick question for the homies who have a bookshelf to display their kpop albums and/or mangas and figures, what kind of method or style do you like?

[samuraisharkie]

bruh you ever just realize you don’t have ANY friends outside of the two you’ve had since high school and like. of course they’re the ones that matter but like you don’t even have any casual friends you’d be comfortable hanging out with irl and vice versa or anything.

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Till death do us part ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : What if Alastors dear little darling wife, his partner in crime, the person he thought he'd never see again, turns up with Mimzy on the day of the visit of the big boss of hell.

Pairing : Alastor x fem! Reader

Word count : 1899 Words

Genre : Fluff , Drama , Angst

Warnings ➵ Mentions of death, you're shorter than

Vaggie, possessive Alastor, swearing

Prequel -> > The radio star lost <

a/n : I love this trope ngl, tried to not make him to much out of character, hope it worked.. T T

Also I'm rather new to Hazbin Hotel, so I say sorry if anythings seems wrong or out of character! ><

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The whole hotel was a bit chaotic right now, Lucifer himself would be visiting in just a bit and Charlie wanted everything to be perfect. Colorful decorations were hanging everywhere, a banner was hung up for welcoming the king of hell, how does one even welcome the king of hell into their hotel? Charlie was probably the most stressed of all, but Vaggie did her best to calm her nervous wreck of a girlfriend down.

The moment Lucifer stepped into the hotel was meant to make everything go down, Alastor and his Ego had somehow always a snarky remark against Lucifer. Charlie tried her best to keep them apart, introducing her other friends, before she announced how she would be needing his help. And again the banter between the king of hell and the radio demon started all over again. As if throwing insults at each other before wasn't enough already, now they were pulling at Charlie left and right, like two babies fighting over a toy.

But all things come to an end, which Charlie was thankful for right now, as Mimzy, apparently a friend of Alastor, which was interesting to know he even had any, came barging in with a grand entrance. As the woman now settles down at the bar, talking with the others, Alastor and Charlie took Lucifer on a walk around, Husker disappearing for a second too, but soon joining them at the bar again, a scowl on his face, but something else, undescribable behind his eyes.

A bang was heard through the whole hotel as the entrance door was slammed open and heard could be an angry voice. "MIMZY! You little bitch!" A demon, a slight bit shorter than Vaggie probably, walked in. A scowl evident on the face, as her eyes scan over the place, before falling on the woman she was looking for. "How dare you leave me in the shit like that?! You've got it coming if those sharks don't kill you, I certainly will!" Ignoring the questioning looks of Angel and Husker, you stomp over to the blonde, ready to yank at her hair, when suddenly a bit of debris was thrown through the window and landed beside you, barely missing you by a hair. "The fuck?" The demon's head craned around, looking out the window and there they were, those fuckers Mimzy was in debt to.

You didn't really have time to react much, as three people stormed into the entrance hall, all you could catch was a glimpse of red before the person ran outside, screams of the sharks could be heard, at least those were finally taken care of.

The loan sharks were gone and fought off quickly by that person, his voice now directed to Mimzy, your own eyes on her yourself with a scowl. She and that red demon apparently knew each other quite well, as Mimzy was walking to the door, you finally really looked at the demon. He had short red and black hair, ears sat atop his head, despite scowling Mimzy he was smiling, though a sinister smile it seems. His attire was almost completely red too, a cane was clutched in his hands, as he watched Mimzy walk off, you could only make out a small part of his face. The man seemed so familiar as if you had known him for a long time.. Your heart was running a mile right now, it was getting hard to breathe, and then...

"Thank you Alastor, really.." The long-haired blonde spoke up.. That name, it couldn't be right? Mimzy would've told you, she knew him, she would've definitely told you.. right? You must be mistaken right now.. Your eyes were fixated on the man called Alastor, the voices and sounds around you were all a mush, drowned out as your brain was going all around. Now that you could see his face, he definitely had some resemblance to him.. to your late husband, who had died before you. You were his assistant, his partner in crime, when the news hit you that he was shot, it broke your heart, but still, you continued on alone, killing. That's probably what also got you to hell, well sooner than later you were figured out and soon arrived here in hell.

"Yo smiles, this girly is gawking at you for minutes now." Slowly voices were coming back to you, the white spider beside you talked, pointing his thumb at you, the red-haired now meeting your eyes, his ears straightening and standing alert like the ones of a deer caught in headlight. What irony if he was your Alastor, the irony of dooming him with deer-like features, after getting shot assumed for a deer while hiding one of the many bodies. That day you decided to let him go alone, oh if you just hadn't done that, maybe you both would be alive or you would've at least arrived together in hell.

Alastor was taking slow steps to you, the smile on his face looking strained, yet it never disappeared, his hand was reaching out for you but stopped. Eyes moving over your form, taking in everything. Resemblance to his wife evident, but.. how did he never notice you before? Had he ever met you, walked past, maybe even taken a second glance but dismissed this feeling he has right now.

Swiftly he grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him, ignoring the calls of his name of the other residents, his mind plagued by one only thought, more like one only person.. you.

Stumbling behind him, his grip rather firm on your wrist, yet it felt comforting as if you knew he would never hurt you. Not in your lifetime and also not now in your afterlife. Eyes watching the back of his head, you were wondering what expression his face harbors right now. Was he happy? Was he confused? Disappointed? Maybe he knew where you were all this time but didn't want to meet you. No, he wasn't like this. He may have been distant sometimes while alive, but in the end, he was always a darling to you. Taking care of you, just as he vowed on your wedding day. A distant memory, yet one of the most beautiful ones you have.

A door was opened and as you were pulled inside, the door closed. Steps echoed through the room, you noticed a forest on the other side of the room, but that didn't rather faze you, eyes on him again.. and him only. "Al-" You were interrupted by laughter, the man before you was hugging himself, his arms around him, yet you still weren't able to see his face. "D-Do you know.. How often have I thought about you?!" His voice was loud, a static sound like from a radio accompanied it. One of his hands was tearing at his hair now. "That bitch never told me... I'll make sure to kill her for that.. She kept you from me.." The laughter got even louder, as if the man before you was going insane.

This behavior was nothing new to you, he used to be like this, high on adrenalin when another murder was successful.. Or when he was close to being figured out by the police and detectives, yet he always slipped away right through their incapable fingers.

"I always wondered what happened to you, if you grew old with someone new.." If you were able to see his face right now, you would be able to see the sinister yet possessive smile on his face, his eyes darting around the room.

This all ended in a second when he felt a soft hand on his. He knew this hand, he also knew the person it belonged to like the front of his pocket. "I would never, I carried on alone in your memories, yet I was never as skilled as you darling, so sooner than later they connected all the dots to me." A low chuckle could be heard again, the static radio sound calmed down again too. The tall man slowly turned around now, his hand engulfing your own, his fingers softly running over your own, before he linked them together. How he had missed this feeling, despite having a distaste for people touching him, you were different. Your touch felt warm, like the summer sun kissing his skin, it felt comforting.

"I've missed you mon amour.." His voice was soft, probably the softest it had ever been since he had arrived in hell. His hand guides yours up to his lips, as he closes his eyes and presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, a smile, now softer, on his lips. He was never one for kissing you on the lips, he definitely favored kissing your hand, like the gentleman he has always been. "I figured with how you were talking seconds ago my dear.." A soft smile was creeping up onto your lips too, mirroring his own one. Red eyes open again, your hand still pressed to his face, but now he was rather holding your hand to his cheek. "Oh how I wished I could've stayed with you my darling, we would've been so successful.." Giggling at his words, with him at your side, you probably would have been going for a long time. "But who says we can't be successful now?" A smirk etched its way onto your husband's face, oh how he loved your daring little mind, always thirsting for blood. With you by his side again now, he would definitely be able to get everything done that he wanted.

"Shall we go back? I want to meet your friends properly." Wanting to pull away your hand, he softly gives you a tug, your head landing on his chest now. Wide eyes look the the side now, as you weren't really able to move, his arms having snaked around you and his chin resting on your head. This was unusual much physical contact, but figured that you hadn't seen each other for multiple decades he yearned for your touch just a slight bit. Your arms lying around him, embracing the hug. "Let's just stay here a few minutes more, we got enough time to introduce you to everyone down there but for now.. let me have you for myself." Nodding softly, your head rests on his chest, as your eyes close and you simply enjoy the presence of your dearly beloved husband.

"What do you mean 'married to smiles'?!" Angel, as he was introduced to you, shouted from his place on the couch now, staring at you flabbergasted. "We've been married for quite a few years before his death." Smiling you answered his question. Alastor didn't like all the attention you were getting, but sooner than later he would have you all to himself again when you two go back to his cozy hotel room or the radio tower. "So you two fu-" Angel wasn't even able to finish his question before he shut himself up as he noticed the look on Alastors face. This time he would've been dead for sure if he finished that question.

Overall everyone invited you happily into their little hotel family, it was amazing. Charlie immediately took a liking to you and if you're being honest she quickly was viewed by you like a daughter.