#an alarm and made sure it was the loudest ever

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

Bro I fucking hate my LIFE

[qkmlh]

Still ducking hilarious to me that Zoro & Sanji began their beef because they thought the other was misogynistic and it came to a head of no return when Zoro felt his title of ‘Luffy’s specialest boi’ threatened by Sanji’s comment

[lunarw0rks]

can you write something about reader using their safe word for the first time with ghost?

getting surprised at how easily he changes from rough sex to sweet aftercare to make sure he's partner is okay

₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧ safe-word // simon riley

warning(s): nsfw + sfw, established relationship, smut/fluff, shower sex, hurt/comfort, gn!reader word count: 1.1k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GHOST MASTERLIST ───have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

You don't know why or when exactly the pleasure turned into pain, but you found yourself in a conflicted frenzy.

Your back pressed against the shower wall, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as Simon thrusted into you at a relentless pace. One of his hands remained glued to your waist, digging into your soft flesh with intensity. His other was behind your head, protecting it from hitting the tile every time you clashed against it with every plunge of his length.

He was usually so attentive, noticing every slight change in your demeanor even outside of intimacy. Sometimes, he's so concerned he'll mistake your moans of pleasure for refusal and stop completely, to your dismay.

However, Simon had yet to stop.

The shower head was too noisy, or perhaps he really lost that side of him whilst being so rough with you. Though, you had heavy doubts about the second hypothetical. Never would he intentionally harm you or continue on when you were so tense.

His touch wasn't comforting anymore, it was suffocating. Every groan into your ear, his thrusts becoming unwelcome by your stressed body.

In his defense, your gasps really could be misinterpreted. "Simon." It sounded like praise instead of a refusal — and your futile protest was drowned by the rain of the shower and bathroom fan. With every fleeting moment, you felt a rumble of discomfort build. Tears fell down your cheeks, spilling down his wet skin while you hid in the crook of his neck. Choked blubbers grew louder as you tried and failed to draw in proper breaths.

Then, came your saving grace. The safe word you had yet to use tonight, or ever with Simon. It was necessary, preferable over taking the unpleasant encounter and feeling horrible for not speaking up. And frankly, it would break Simon if you didn't voice your discomforts; he may never touch you again, and probably would feel as though he really was a cruel man. That man you spent so long convincing him he wasn't.

"Red." You blurted, feeling your lips tremble intensely.

At the speed of light, his ruts ceased. Nothing. Silence, except for the patter of the droplets around the two of you. From grunting to complete and utter silence — yet it was the loudest moment of your life.

Simon pulled back, dropping one of your legs but keeping the other secured around him for stability. Finally, he could get a look at your flushed and troubled expression. The unmistakable expression of distress; one he had only ever seen on you in other contexts. It chilled him to the core and made him feel like a barbarian for not noticing sooner. How long had you writhed? How long had he carried on like an idiot, mistaking your complaints for reciprocation?

"Did I hurt you? Are you hurt?" His series of questions were masked with deep breaths and a widened expression. Your silence made him withdraw from you completely, putting a supportive hand on your warm cheek. "Talk to me, love. Please."

You weren't mute from the pain, nor the fussing on his end. Merely the shock of how much his demeanor changed. From dominance to tenderness at the drop of the hat. Or more so, the utterance of a single word.

Quickly, you shook your head to answer his initial questions, snapping out of your stew. "No, Simon. It's not—" You stammered between reassuring touches, ones he refused to pay attention to until he was sure you were sound. "I just... It was too much, I'm sorry, Si."

Simon's face visibly cringed, hands roaming over your skin, grasping at your wrists with gentle nature. "Don't apologize. This is all on me, alright?" He replied in an alarmed slur, then your face had been pushed against his chest.

His broad chest, arms capable of snapping you in two, now cradling your body as if it was made of glass. Your palms slid up his back, returning that same tenderness to assure him of your safety. It wasn't pain because of his carelessness, nor was it the rough nature. He had done it before with no issue. Tonight's cards just weren't stacked right, bound to tumble from the start.

There was no blame to be had for either of you. Merely a hitch in the evening, and you wanted it treated as such. Though, you knew by now that convincing him of that would be a prolonged, tedious task.

Right now, all you had were reassurances that sounded pathetic amidst your trembles. "It's not your fault." You mumbled against his chest, anxieties put to ease at the caress of his calloused hand up and down the nape of your neck.

He quickly shushed you, pressing his lips to your drenched head of hair. A silent way of urging you to keep your mouth shut — but in his own blunt way.

In the following moments, he let his hands roam and massage the bits of flesh that took the brunt of his force. The indents on your hips, the patch on your shoulder blades irritated from clashing with the shower wall, all of it. The sizzling water was used to figuratively wash away his misjudgments, relaxing the muscles once over-exerted and sore.

Once he turned the knob to stop the water, he tied a towel around his waist, retrieving the fresh one he set out for you while the water was still heating up several minutes ago. Without once making eye contact, he unfolded the linen, then was running it along your dripping skin, drying every last bit to ensure you were comfortable before dressed.

With some silent convincing, you nodded, allowing him to step out and let you hold the towel around yourself. You weren't defenseless because you uttered a safe word, he knew that. But you weren't going to brush this off, either. No chance.

The drawer of your dresser scraped shut when you followed him into the bedroom, revealing your favorite pair of sweatpants. Next, one of his many black tees soon slipped over your fleshly cleaned body. You were no longer suffocated or plagued with unease, nor did you want the release you were craving moments ago. Your only desire was his presence, that safe feeling his existence gave you.

Before you settled on the bed, he cupped your cheeks, pressing his forehead against your own. "Tell me again." Simon pleaded with intense softness.

"I'm alright, Simon. Promise." A futile smile formed, clenching your eyes shut briefly with a defeated nod. You had repeated it a hundred times, it seemed. But you wouldn't take back or fib through any one of them. It was the truth— the reassurance he craved.

Softly, he scoffed at your cheesy proclamation. "Promise it, huh?"

"Promise it."

[pluto-supremacy]

Viktor Headcanons: dating a ftm!disabled!reader

➼ This is a very self-indulgent set of headcanons as a disabled trans man, but hey I hope you enjoy!

➼ Reader doesn't have a specific disability, I'm trying to be as general and inclusive as possible so a wide range of disabled persons can relate

➼ No beta we die like Silco

➼ Warnings: mentions of gender dysphoria

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

Mobility aids out the wazoo laying around you guy's room. Canes? Check. Walkers? Yep. Wheelchairs? You bet. Crutches? I could go on here people

He learns everything he can about your disabilities. I mean everything. Mans is staying up til the wee hours of the morning reading up on how to help you, general limitations from the disability, etc.

Will remind (and force) you to take breaks

"My love, you've been on your feet far too long. Sit down, I'll go get you a glass of water"

You're gonna have to do the same for him too, Viktor doesn't know how to take his own advice

The shower of course has a shower chair (if you need one) with everything within reach

Viktor keeps a section of clothes set aside for your bad dysphoria days. Whether that means baggier clothes, long sleeves, backup binders, his clothes that he always catches you stealing. Anything to try and make you feel more comfortable in your own skin

If you bind, he reminds you to take binding breaks. He'll make sure you can run off to your shared room to take that breather and not have to worry about people staring at you

Keeps easy food to make when you both don't have the energy to make anything

Your guy's bed? The comfiest ever. Lots of pillows, blankets, anything to help your joints and help you feel comfortable

Heat intolerant? Ac is cranked with fans. Cold intolerant? Well now it's the opposite

Uses his experience with hextech to invent new devices for you to help

"I know you said that you were struggling with your heart rate, so I made you a monitor. Small enough to wear under your shirt and it logs everything for a week so we can write it down. It also tells you what you were doing when it spikes or drops. Need some help putting it on?"

He's the first one to advocate for you, and the loudest. A building isn't ADA accessible? Oh, he's on it. Someone is being ableist? He has a sharp tongue and if all else fails, he has a cane too

You're both always there for the other's doctor's appointments. Viktor will drop his work to come with you (which is saying something since he'll deny food, water, and rest to continue his work)

He has a little trans pin on all of his clothes, it's one of his little ways to show you he loves you

If you ever get gender-affirming surgery, he's now doing his absolute best to take care of you while you're recovering. No heavy lifting, helping you get dressed, setting alarms to give you your prescriptions, fluffing up pillows (since you will be on bed rest for a while, doctor's orders), anything and everything he can do to make the healing process quicker and easier for you

"Y/N, if you try to get up one more time I will have to tie you to the damn bed. The doctor said no strenuous activity and to rest for a few days minimum. Rest, please"

Will loudly and aggressively correct people when they misgender you on purpose (he's nicer about it when it's a pure accident)

Can, will, and has yelled at your doctors before. Whether it was an appointment for your disabilities and they refused to take you seriously or if a doctor is 'not convinced' you're trans. Needless to say you never had to see those asshole doctors again

Helps you decorate your mobility aids, whether that be stickers, covers, or making add-ons for them (like a secure bag holder on your wheelchair, for example)

While Viktor isn't really one for shopping, he will happily take you to different shops to try and find you clothes that make you feel comfortable in your own skin. And of course afterwards you guys go out for a little treat, like ice cream or coffee

[reqxxyt]

followed by december

pairings: oscar p. x f!reader

summary: after a winter night in december, you had a soul goal to find the boy that had your heart soaring at first glance. That was until your best friend introduced him as her boyfriend.

disclaimer: heavily inspired by 'One Day in December' Josie Silver

warning: angst, falling in love at first sight, part two

masterlist requests are open!

[uedited] 1.6k

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Finals week had to be your end of existence. It currently held you in the library near midnight like most of the other students, praying to just end the class on a C. Although, right now a D sounded nice. Finishing up the last bits of your flashcards, already setting up your alarm for the following morning to give you enough time to review one last time before you started to pack up. 

The quiet environment of the library always had you held within, admiring how silent a habitat can be. You frequently visited the location seeing as not many were interested in studying unless there was a test that week but with finals week, it had the library being the loudest it's ever been. Not like a rager or anything, but like a coffee shop type of loud. The constant chatter of study groups, shuffling paper, scraping of the chairs, and keyboard clinking feet away did send a headache over time but you learned to deal with it after your sophomore year. 

Right now, you dreaded the idea of having to walk out of the library building to reach your apartment on a cold winter night. But either way, you slung your bag onto your shoulder and began walking out. As you passed the front reception, you took a singular glance at the lady flashing a warm smile but before you could turn back, your body found itself colliding with another almost losing balance of your footing. 

“Crap, I’m sorry” a soft voice, almost raspy apologized. You looked in front of you to see an unfamiliar face. He had short dark brown hair that was messed with the wind of the winter. His pale skin now held a red tint on his nose and cheeks. His dark eyes looked frantically around your figure trying to gather that you were physically okay but the second his eyes found yours they seemed to also stall. 

You hated the idea and fantasy of ‘love at first sight’ but the way your feet were planted, facing him it didn’t seem like such a bizarre thing. Your lips parted to say something, anything you could muster but a buzz in your back pocket pulled you away from whatever trance you were held in. 

‘Where the hell are you? Your mom called me, says it's an emergency’ your roommate texted and before you said anything else, you dashed out the door only sparing another small glance at the boy you swore you would never see again. It was a huge campus after all. 

The walk to your apartment was only a five-minute speed walk (which you very much intended on doing). You arrived in 3, frightened about what happened thinking the worst happened by her desperation to call near midnight. As the phone rang, your hand ran through your frizzy hair trying to fix the mess the wind made. 

“What happened?” you immediately asked the second you heard the phone pick up. Instead of the sounds of sobbing you thought you would hear, the sound of cheering came on and your face contorted into confusion. 

“Your sister is getting married! Isn’t that amazing?” Your mom exclaimed. You wanted to glare through the phone. 

“And why is that an emergency?” you asked now growing annoyed. You weren’t surprised though, your mom tended to do these things. You swore the day that an actual emergency, you wouldn’t believe her. The boy who cried wolf and all. 

“You weren’t answering your phone so I had to get your attention somehow” she huffed, not believing you weren’t as excited as she was. You were, you were just too tired to express anything but annoyance at the moment. Finally, your mom must have realized how absurd it was to call during this time telling you, “Make sure to come home safe so we can talk more about this”

“Yeah, okay goodnight” You pressed the red button and groaned. Your roommate now looked confused as to why you looked angry about asking but instead, you interrupted. “I bumped into someone”

Now interest sparked in her eyes urging you to continue. It was rare to find you so entranced in someone, especially someone you just saw and knew nothing about. Martha, your only friend and roommate believed in the whole ‘love at first sight’ so immediately you knew her mind was racing. 

“But your text interrupted before anything could happen” Her frown quickly spreaded, mirroring your own. 

“So no name, number, anything?” her voice of desperation grew but your shake of the head made her wince. She rubbed your back to give some sort of comfort but it only gave you reason to feel worse.  “I’m sure you’ll find him again. Soulmates are a thing, you know?”

March

“No name, number, anything?” Now was your sister the one asking, sounding just like Martha after having just explained anything. Unlike your friend Martha, she didn’t believe in the first-love scenario so she could partially not care any less about it but with your pathetic desperation voice, it made her feel a tad bit sad for you. 

It was spring break and you decided to visit your parents once again to help organize the wedding. And while you weren’t trying to make it about yourself the whole asking how it's been got you rambling. 

“There's still a chance she might find him,” Martha said, trying to encourage you as she typed away probably texting one of her many ‘acquaintances’. Your sister rolled her eyes, 

“It's been months, on the real note: give up” your sister bluntly stated. You thought about her words for a couple of moments, as your leg bounced up and down until you finally decided enough was enough. 

“Yeah you’re right” you sighed and your sister nodded along Martha sprung but before she could say anything more to feed your delusions, your sister glared at her and with that, she backed off. “I need to focus on school anyway”

“You sound like Oscar,” Martha said, flopping back onto the couch and you gave her a confused look not knowing the slightest who she was talking about. “I’ve been talking to him. Super nice dude, I think I actually like him” 

“What happened to ‘staying a bachelor throughout college’?” you asked, the exact phrase she said as one of the first things she said to you. 

“A girl has to settle down at some point, no?” 

“You though? You have your standards soaring greater than the sky”

“Had” she corrected. “You should meet him, I think you’ll like him” 

You just shrugged realizing your sister must have left mid-conversation as she no longer stood in front of the two of you, probably exhausted by the college talk. 

December

“I promise you’ll love him,” Martha said as you two were about to finish getting ready for your sisters' wedding. Martha and Oscar (who you have yet to meet) have been going out for the past 5 months and she had been talking so brightly about him every night she would come back. It's a surprise you haven’t found him the morning after. 

Her past guys made it terribly awkward. 

“He should be at the altar when it begins” Her excited smile made your own curve upwards, happy she found someone who could make her so smitten. “But be completely honest with me when you meet him. Tell me all the red flags” 

“I’m sure he's fine,” you said, finishing up your own makeup. 

“Fine is no good” she reminded you. Pointing her finger at you, suddenly appearing stressed to you so you held her by the shoulders making her take a deep breath. 

“I’m sure he's amazing then” Your comforting smile definitely made her feel all the better. 

The reception was perfect, just like your sister wanted it to be and the second pictures were done you turned to Martha and realized she no longer stood by you. That's fine, you thought all though right now you really needed an excuse to get out of the exhausting conversations wondering when you’ll get married. 

As if your guardian angel heard you, you felt a tap on your shoulder and heard the familiar sound of Marthas voice make you turn around about to rant to her about the conversations before your eyes finally landed on the same pair of brown eyes that once had your heart souring by the simple thought of. 

No. This can’t be possible. 

“This is Oscar. Oscar this is y/n” his eyes seemed to widen for a second before his smile covered. You couldn’t help but wonder if he also remembers you. 

Your lips parted, knowing you needed to seem normal. This is fine. You’re fine. 

But your smile covered whatever shock showed and his soft smile almost made you want to dissipate. 

“It's so nice to meet you” you were the first to say, reaching out your hand for him to shake, and although it only lasted a second, shock waves ran through you. You took a glance at your friend, seeing her excitement between the two of you and you could feel your own heart ache at the sight. 

Martha tried sharing similar interests between the two of you but you found yourself spacing out most of the time. Out of everyone in this world, he had to be the one that caught your attention at first glance, you felt disgusted by yourself, having to excuse yourself away just to get some fresh air. 

With your chest feeling as if it were tightening, you tried anything to get more air running through you. It was ridiculous, you barely knew Oscar yet you felt as if you knew him all your life. But he wasn’t yours, he never was. He was with your friend, and you’d have to accept that. 

“y/n?”

[fluffyzoey]

Stubbornly Sick - Nischa

I KNOW I SAID I WASN’T GONNA DO NISCHA ANYMORE BUT I CANT GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD SORRY

A oneshot in which Mischa is sick and refuses to admit it. Noel takes matters into his own hands.

Mischa rolled over on his thin-as-paper mattress, feeling his sweat seep into his pillowcase. He groaned, staring at the cement wall beside his lousy excuse for a bed. His whole body felt hot, and not in the way that meant people swoon over you. Beads of sweat rolled down from his hairline, his skin blotchy and red. His stomach growled, but he didn’t even want to get up and eat.

He fished his phone out from the comforter beside him, flipping it over to check the time: 9:30. He’d slept in later than ever, as if his body knew it needed rest. However, it was Sunday, meaning the choir was getting together for their weekly outing. 

Ever since the 6 of them had miraculously survived a roller coaster accident together, Ocean had been taking initiative to get the group together. Some weeks it was shopping and walking around downtown at whatever little shops remained, some weeks it was the mall, but today they’d planned a little hiking expedition. 

Mischa was almost never the biggest fan of these get togethers. First of all, it meant being stuck in the same vicinity as Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg for at least three hours. Secondly, it meant listening to Ocean for at least three hours. And lastly and probably worst, it meant not complaining about the little ginger scumbag for the entire time, or all hell would break loose. 

The real reason Mischa went at all was to spend time with his boyfriend, Noel. The two of them had grown close as they recovered from their accident, and Noel had been there for every step of Mischa’s growing musical career. Most of the time, Noel’s work schedule made it difficult for the boys to spend time together. Taco Bell execs didn’t really take “need time to make out with my boyfriend” as a valid excuse for missing shifts. However, “mandated outdoor socialization” was acceptable, apparently, so choir outings were fair game. 

Mischa ran his hands through his greasy, matted hair, yawning. His eyelids felt like they were made of steel, weighing him down and just wanting to close, keel over, and sleep. Even the way he carried himself, usually with his chest puffed out like a lion on the hunt, was different; slouched over and painful to even move. 

His phone vibrated in the back pocket of his sweatpants, evidence of a text message coming through. 

Noel: babe where r u! u said u would pick me up @ 9:15

He winced. Shit…

Noel set his phone down on his desk, turning back to the mirror to look at his makeup: on point as usual. Slumping back in his chair, he wondered where Mischa was. 

It’s not super unlike him to sleep through his alarm…he can sleep through my snoring after all. Maybe he stayed up late? Which is weird, because usually when he stays up late it’s because he and I are texting or something…Is he ignoring me? Shit, am I gonna have to ask Ocean for a ride? Damn it…

He picked up the phone again and dialed Mischa’s number, and to Noel’s delight and relief, Mischa picked up. 

“Hey babe…You alright?”

Mischa, at that moment, let out just about the loudest cough Noel had ever heard, hacking into the phone. 

“Sorry, I slept through my-” he paused to yawn, “-alarm. I will be there in ten minutes, Poet.” 

Noel’s heart absolutely melted at the sound of his partner’s voice. He sounded hoarse and just all around awful.

“Sweetheart, no offense, but you sound like shit. Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine. Just fine, honey. You wait and I’ll- ACHOO”

The sneeze just about made Noel have a heart attack with the sheer volume of it. He wasn’t so sure he loved the idea of Mischa even leaving the house in this condition, but he also knew how much of a stubborn asshole his boyfriend could be. Talking Mischa into staying home was not going to be easy in the slightest.

“Mischa…are you sure it’s the best idea for you to come get me? I can ask Ocean for a ride if you’re sick, you need rest…” Initially, he was going to scold Mischa, but his ‘loving boyfriend’ mode took over in a heartbeat. “I don’t even have to go today! Just get back to bed, drink lots of-”

“No, no.” Mischa waved him off. “I am going to go get dressed, and then I will come get my special boy, okay? I love you, Noel.”

“I love you too, which is why I want you to-”

He hung up. He fucking hung up. 

This was gonna be a long day.

Mischa had taken driver’s education. He knew that driving while sick could lead to accidents, because being sick made you drowsy, right? But Mischa wasn’t sick, he couldn’t be. Mischa didn’t get sick, at least that’s what he’d gaslit himself into believing. He got into the driver’s seat, rearing on the gas and speeding out of the driveway, almost slamming into his foster parents’ mailbox on his way out. 

Noel’s house wasn’t too far away from his, nowhere in Uranium City was very far away from any other place, to be honest. That was just how small towns worked. He turned onto Noel’s street and pulled up in front of the house. He parked, slightly crooked in the driveway, and trudged to the front step. 

“Noel!” He croaked out, his voice cracking. He rang the doorbell. 

The shorter male opened the door and looked Mischa up and down with a satisfied smirk on his face. “As expected, you look like someone pushed you out of a car window and then ran you over with a pickup truck. Bed, now.” 

“What? No! We have the hike-”

“I already texted Ocean and let her know that you’re sick and thus will not be attending. Now please go lay down, you know where my room is.”

“But…that just means I am going to get you sick! “So what? You’re the love of my life, I think I can handle your cooties.”

For once, it was Noel being the stubborn one. It was clear he wasn’t going to hear another word about it. Mischa allowed himself to be escorted (read: dragged by the collar of his shirt) upstairs to Noel’s bedroom. 

“Get your ass under the covers.” Noel demanded playfully. “Mom’s working another late shift, but I don’t have to work again until Monday afternoon. We could spend all day and night right here if it would make you feel better.” 

Mischa yawned and plopped down on Noel’s bed, having made the decision to be cooperative for once. “And do what? Talk about how shitty I feel? Because I feel like…big…bleh.”

“I know you do, darling.” Noel kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, giggling. “If you would lay down like I told you to and rest up, you might feel a little bit less bleh. Have you eaten today?”

“No.” He admitted. “I was not hungry.”

Noel sighed. “I’ll go get you some toast or something. You really gotta start taking care of yourself when you’re sick.”

“I am not sick.” Mischa protested. “Just a little tired.”

“Either way, you need rest.” Noel pressed his boyfriend down, hand splayed out over his chest. “Lay down, Mischa. Spare me my sanity.”

Mischa rolled his eyes. “I do not need to lay down, poet. Sleep is for the weak.”

“No, dumbfuck, sleep is for the idiot boyfriend who won’t admit that he feels like he was hit point blank with a sack of bricks!”

Mischa pondered Noel’s innate ability to know exactly how he felt, because the sack of bricks thing was fairly accurate. He felt like he was going to topple over onto the floor, but would his cocky ass admit that? When pigs fly.

“Sleep is for the weak.” He repeated instead, sitting back up. If he was going to get in bed he was not going to lay down and he was also going to make it everyone’s problem. 

“Whatever you say, dickwad,” Noel sighed. He was ever so creative with the pet names. “Sit still and don’t, I don’t know, set the house on fire. What do you want to eat?”

“I told you I am not hun—” he started, but he knew there was no winning this argument. “I guess…toast?”

Noel went downstairs and fished a loaf of bread and the toaster out, tossed a slice in, and promised himself he would not scream when the toast popped up. 

He broke the promise.

Anyway, he took out the golden brown bread and slathered it in butter, taking it back upstairs to Mischa. 

In the time it took Noel to make a piece of toast, Mischa had flopped over and fallen asleep. Noel made a soft tsk tsk sound, setting the plate of toast on the nightstand. He gently climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over both Mischa and himself. Rolling onto his side, he came face to face with a peacefully dozing Mischa and a pool of drool already staining the pillow (not that Noel really minded). He brushed Mischa’s chestnut curls out of his eyes, giggling softly.

“Yeah, rest easy, tough guy.” He whispered. “My fucking idiot.” He snuck a quick kiss onto Mischa’s forehead. “I love you.

[hairmetal666]

Steddie Notes BONUS PART

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Eddie wakes up to an empty bed. He’s a little surprised, honestly, since he had his heart set on first anniversary morning sex. Though, based on the smells wafting through their apartment, Steve’s making breakfast, which is an acceptable alternative (plus, if he has it his way, they aren’t leaving the bed again today).

The digital alarm clock on his bedside table is obscured by a Composition Book he doesn’t remember bringing to bed. He reaches for it before his brain registers the red ink dragon sketched on the cover. His hands tremble as he flips it open, but the first few pages are written in his own scrawl. Steve’s handwriting doesn’t appear until 10 pages in and Eddie’s heart stutters at the sight.

March 28, 1986

God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. So, so fucking sorry. I can’t— I’m sorry. I should have been there, I should’ve protected you, I should’ve kept you safe. 

You wouldn’t be part of this if it weren’t for me. Robin and Dustin keep telling me that's not true, that Chrissy was already cursed but. Robin is here because of me. Erica-fucking Sinclair is here because of me. And now you. And you’re dying. And it’s my fault. 

I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but I can’t just sit and wait, I’d lose my mind. Anyway. You left this notebook in my trunk, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m using it. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life, Eds.

Please don’t die on me. I can’t live in this world without you. 

March 29, 1986

Hey Eds

You made it through the night. I can’t fucking believe it. I ripped Robin’s shirt when the doctor came in to tell us that you were out of surgery and stable, and then he dropped the bomb that your chance of surviving the night was 40%. Forty-fucking-percent. I guess you beat the odds, babylove.

I’m with Uncle Wayne at your bedside. He threw a fit to make sure I could be here whenever I wanted, and that everyone could visit.

You’ve missed some wild shit, Munson, you’re going to be so mad when you wake up. 

Come back to me, sweet boy. I can’t take this.

March 30, 1986

Made it through a second night, babe. 

I hope you wake up soon. 

Miss you like crazy. 

I keep looking at you in this hospital bed, and you look so fucking small. I hate it. You’re the loudest voice in the room. You don’t just take up space, you demand it. It’s killing me that I haven’t heard your voice in days. And my brain, it keeps filling in things you would say, and I wait for you to speak up, but of course you don’t. It’s a kick to the balls every single time. 

The thing is. 

The thing is that I need you to wake up, Eddie. You can’t leave me. I made up my mind a long time ago, we’re spending our lives together. And it can’t fucking end now. It can’t end because of this. 

And I need you to open your goddamn beautiful eyes so I can tell you how much I love you. You don’t get to go before you hear me say it, do you understand?

I love you. You’re it for me. I’ve never wanted a forever as much as I want one with you. So, you have to wake up, yeah? You have to wake up so we can grow up, have a family, have a life together. 

Promise you won’t leave me, Eds.

March 31, 1986

You woke up, you motherfucker. The doctors kicked me out to look you over and I cried so hard in the bathroom that Robin made El break down the door with her powers. 

Thank you for coming back. I won’t ever let you go again.

April 7, 1987

I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m giving this to you, babylove. It’s been a year. Look how far we’ve come. 

✏️✏️✏️✏️

September 18, 2015

It’s way too fucking early for Eddie to even be awake and he has the day off. Steve asked him to take vacation months ago, didn’t say why, and now that fucker has the audacity to not even be in the house. And like, sure, they’ve been together for close to thirty years, and Eddie knows that Steve goes for a run at the ass crack of dawn.

Still pisses him off, though. 

Eddie huffs down to the kitchen to get coffee started, doing a double take when he sees a familiar black Composition Book with red dragon on the cover. 

He walks towards it slowly because this has been framed on the wall since their first anniversary, way back in ’87, and Steve isn’t home.

Eddie opens it, re-reads the panicked, lovesick notes Steve wrote in the hospital, doesn't bother to fight back the tears. He gets to the last letter and the paper is stiff and wrinkled, like it took water damage. Eddie flips the page, grief already pumping through his veins.

What he sees instead is college-ruled notebook paper, glued in place. It reads:

“I fucking hate this class.”

“Tell me about it.”

“trig. You?”

“Algebra 2 :(” 

A sound escapes his mouth, something between a laugh and a sob.

“Hey man, I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with us, and I owe you an apology. I've always known who you were, but you had no idea I was me...”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of beautiful, Munson?”

“Watch. The. Movie. This is the last time we get high first if this is how you behave.”

 “What are you gonna win me at the fair, Harrington?” 

 “If you’re nice to me, probably something cute.” 

“Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No”

“What are you doing about Hellfire?”

“Huh?”

“If the game is Friday. Lucas can’t do both.”

“He made his choice.”

“You ever been in love?”

No, but I think I’m falling”

“I love you, Eddie”

All the sketches of the sailor boy and the rockstar are there, even the one Eddie stuck to the poster in his room, though how Steve managed to get that is anyone’s guess.

There are pictures too, Eddie and Max still recuperating in the hospital; Corroded Coffin performing at the Hideout; them holding the keys to the bar, Steve shirtless and hammering something while Eddie looks on, with the increasingly popular bands Eddie booked to play their must-see Friday night slots; Steve on his first day of college and one of him jumping into Eddie’s arms in his graduation gown, mortar board slipping off his head; In the hospital cradling their twin girls with Max giving a weary thumbs-up between them. Shot after shot of their family, their life, their dreams coming true. A scrapbook of their lives together, big moments and small; good and bad. 

Eddie’s crying freely as he flips through the rest of the book, still fucking astounded that Steve is the love of his life, that they’re making a forever together.

Eddie flips to the last page. Stops dead. 

In Steve’s looped handwriting, unchanged since high school, it says:

“Eddie, 

         Will you marry me?”

“What the fuck?” He yelps, standing up fast enough that his chair crashes to the floor. 

He turns and Steve— his reason for being, the man that brought him back from the dead—Steve Harrington, is down on one knee, something silver glinting in his outstretched hand.

“Eddie,” he says, his voice a wreck. “Marry me?” 

Eddie crashes to his knees, shoving at Steve’s shoulder. “You’re such an idiot.”

Steve laughs. “Is that a yes?”

Eddie laughs too, but it quickly morphs into a sob, “Of course it’s a yes, Steve. Of course.”

Hands trembling, Steve slips the ring onto Eddie’s hand. It’s a thin silver band with skeletal hands contorted into an infinity symbol. 

They fall into a kiss that rips the breath from Eddie’s lungs, but then that’s nothing new. When they finally pull apart Eddie asks, “why today?”

Steve blushes and grabs at the back of his neck. “Thirty-one years ago, I walked into Mundy’s class and found a note on the window ledge.” 

“What the fuck.” Eddie’s mouth drops, his heart stuttering. This man.

“Once I figured out you leaving that note was going to be one of the most important moments of my life? I made sure to never forget.”

“Baby.” Eddie pulls Steve in for another kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Steve tugs at Eddie’s hand. “C’mon.”

“Where we going?” 

“The girls will be here in a couple hours, and I have some things I want to do to you before they’re home.”

“The GIRLS?” Eddie shrieks. “How the hell long have you been planning this? Did they KNOW?”

“Since the end of June,” Steve answers without missing a beat. “And of course they know. Everyone knows. I asked Wayne for his blessing.” 

Eddie can’t speak, his heart crashing in his chest as he, once again, thanks whatever entity made it possible for him to have this.

“I’ve been in love with you for over half my life, Eds. I wanted to do this right. You deserve it. We deserve it.” 

He pulls Steve into his arms, kissing him hard enough that their teeth clack, but neither of them care.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

When they come home from dinner, as Steve reaches in his pocket for his keys to let the entire family in the house to celebrate their engagement, he finds a gum wrapper tucked in with the metal. He unfolds it, the words within unfurling in his heart, his soul.

"Thank you for giving me forever, sweetheart."

Edited: check out the full version on ao3!

This is officially the end! I hope you enjoyed this little (long) bonus part. Thanks for reading! 💜💜💜

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[rhithefella-sillytimes]

Jeremy and Rachel

But in the pokémon AU :>

"After the battles and classes today, let's meet up. It's important."

"Yeah, okay Rach. I'll be available."

"Awesome! I'll be by the cafe. Oh, and please tell the others."

That was the conversation they made hours ago. And yet, there was still no sign of Jeremy anywhere. Rachel found it weird, Jeremy always went through with the promises he made. Well, the promises he made to her, anyway. He was a reliable guy, and he's not the type to ditch anyone last second... right?

The champion anxiously stirred the cup of coffee with the spoon in her hand. The cream had already dissolved by this point, both by the formerly warm coffee and her stirring of it. It's gotten cold about an hour or two ago, but she doesn't dare to take a sip just yet.

Her garchomp, on the other hand, had other plans. He'd already ordered his 10th serving of pancakes, and was chowing down on it like it would be his last meal. Rachel glanced over at him and thought:

Thank Arceus, the pancakes have free refills. If it weren't, I wouldn't wanna know what might happen to my wallet...

Her train of thought got disrupted when a waitress approached the table.

"Hello miss, would you like to order something as well?", she asked, waiting politely but eagerly for an answer.

Rachel shook her head. "Oh, no, I'll pass. I'm... waiting for someone.", she replied. The waitress nodded her head, walking off to another table.

Rachel pulled out her phone, checking for any updates from her friends. So far and... radio silence. They didn't even see her newer messages. To her, it was getting concerning.

What was going on? Why haven't they showed up at all yet?

She texted a mutual friend, asking them if they'd seen them anywhere.

"Hey, have you seen any of the guys anywhere after classes? I've tried contacting them and they aren't answering."

"No, not really."

"Not even on the street? Not even online?"

"Nope."

She sighed, before asking another friend, and then another. They all answered something similar, about not having talked or even seen any of them around.

This was starting to alarm her more and more as time passed. She wasn't sure what was going on, and why they'd just go radio silent out of nowhere.

Jeremy wasn't like this. He wouldn't do this. None of them would. These guys, they're the loudest sons of a gun I've ever met. Going radio silent isn't like them. Not at all.

Something must've happened. Either that or I'm just blowing this waaay out of proportion.

...Maybe I am. Maybe I am. I should just keep waiting, maybe it isn't too serious. Maybe these were all just coincidences.

An hour passes, and Rachel's concern is at its peak. She stood up from her seat and was about to pay and leave to find them herself when-

The bells of the cafe entrance door ring, and a few familiar voices fill the cafe, the same familiar banter like always. It was the school's league club's Elite Four. Her friends, the people she's been waiting for.

Samuel and Roderick were busy bickering slightly, while Kevin kept to himself, looking tired.

And as always, Jeremy was trying to be the mediator.

She took a sigh of relief, before she called out to Jeremy, trying to sound less worried than she actually was.

"Hehe, it took you long enough. I was... starting to get really scared. Where have you been?"

Jeremy shrugged, sighing. He was about to explain when he was interrupted by the banter escalating to an argument. He turns his head, glancing at Roderick and Samuel's and sighing.

"I WAS WATCHING OVER MY SISTER, BY THE WAY!"

"Oh yeah? How did she manage to climb the tropius then?!"

"I don't know! DON'T BE MAD AT ME FOR THAT!"

"WHY WOULDN'T I BE MAD, SHE COULD'VE HAD MORE THAN A FEW BRUISES IF KEVIN DIDN'T CATCH HER!"

Jeremy then looks back at Rachel. "We had to delay a little because of that. Had to take Rod's sis to the clinic."

"Oh...", Rachel exclaimed, slightly feeling embarassed now. "I'm... sorry. Is she fine?"

"Yeah, she's okay. Only got shaken and had some mild bruises and scratches from the grass and rocks. She'll be fine."

Rachel sighed in relief. "Oh, phew."

"'C'mon, this is Rod's sister we're talking about. His family's... a tough bunch. I'm sure she'll be okay.", Jeremy chuckled.

Rachel smiled as well. She's always admired Jeremy's optimism.

How was he able to do it? How was he able to look at the good in anything and everything? I should probably ask that to him sometime, as well as other questions.

"Uh, but on another topic, you wanted to talk to us about something, right?", Jeremy asked, before gesturing to the others to quiet down. They obliged, making quick and slightly disgruntled apologies to each other.

"Oh, of course!", Rachel snapped her fingers, remembering why she wanted to talk to them in the first place. "But first, you guys should sit down. Grab something to eat."

She then ushered them to the table, and watched as the boys took a seat before she did. The waitress from earlier had returned, taking their orders.

As the boys wait for the orders to arrive, Rachel took a sip of the coffee she'd been stirring for a while before speaking.

"So I've brought you guys here for something really important.

It's... about the league club."

Jeremy rested his head on his hand, his elbow placed down on the table beside his plate. "Hm? What about it?"

Rachel sighed. "Well, Miss Wong just talked to me today. Oh, that Miss Adelaide, she's the only one that cares for it these days, and she's only a volunteer...

anyway, she gave me a heads up that the faculty's losing interest in the league club. They might give even less money than before. And if this keeps going at this rate...

We might even have to close the club. For good. I... understand that we could always fund it out of pocket, but uhm... we're just students, we can only do so much."

Those words made the group stunned.

Roderick's mouth slightly went open in shock, and he was stunned into a rare silence.

Kevin's constant anxious expression worsened, and his hands stiffened into fists.

Samuel looked a twinge more worried despite keeping his composure, and his eyes started looking anywhere but to Rachel.

"Huh? Why would they do that?", Jeremy asked, before continuing, a small smile returning on his face as if to reassure. "We should think of a way to keep them interested. This can't be the way the league ends."

Rachel nods at Jeremy, before looking back at the group. "That's why I called you four here. As the ones sort of in charge of this, I think we really need to talk about how to get them interested."

Sam's attention returned to the group, and he made a suggestion. "I'm thinking we should probably do what we did last time. It worked well for a long while."

Though the others seemed confused, Jeremy caught up with what the Ice Trainer said. "Oh, right. We could always do that!"

Rach looked at Jay and Sam. "Huh? Uhh... What do you guys mean by that..?" The other two looked at them as well.

Samuel nudged Jeremy, and he began to explain. "You guys do remember what we did last time, right? You know, adding a gimmick. We can do that again."

"Heh, good idea. What gimmick do we do though? It's not like we can do the dangerous shit like megas. And we can't do teras, we already have that.", Roderick asked.

A few seconds of silence pass, and Rachel seemed to smile as she came up with an idea. "We can do double battles! Uhhh, well... like an optional thing people can do."

This suggestion seemed to be met with a lot of interest, as the group unanimously agreed with her. Even the introvert of the group, Kevin, was not too opposed to the idea.

Rachel then pulled out a notebook from her bag, starting to write down notes for the plan. "Alright, we should assign who would be partnered up with who. I'll let you guys talk it out over the week, and you can just text me about your decision.

But as for me..."

Rachel locked eyes with Jeremy.

"I've made my choice.", she says, with a grin.

Jeremy looked slightly embarassed, but he couldn't help but be flattered. "...Me?"

Rachel nods her head, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Well, yeah. I mean, you've been... really helpful when it comes to keeping the club up, and I... couldn't think of anyone else that I'd be glad to do doubles with."

Jeremy's face started to flush a bit, as he felt even more flattered and embarassed at the same time. "Oh... thank. you... I'm fine with that. I won't let you down.", he says, nodding quickly.

Rachel smiles. "Heheh... I know you won't."

I know you, and you'd never let anyone down... right?

[idreamtofmanderleyagain]

One thing about the anger directed at AI from other artists right now is that what I'm alarmed and frustrated by is not the legitimate concerns of the usual corporate hellscape issues the tech industry created with it. It's not the concerns over theft and plagiarism (although I think there is misinfo about some aspects of this and a lot of intense reactionary shit. Even so, it's okay and normal to feel alarm and concern and want to discuss protective/ethical measures). And it's certainly not people fighting and advocating for worker's rights.

No. What's bothering me is the weird borderline elitist shit being the loudest voice in artistic/fandom spaces. It's "I worked so hard and suffered so much and now because people can ask a machine to make stuff, it's ruined my special identity." It's "people who make anything at all with AI will never be real artists like I am, and that's why we should ostracize them all, deny them legal protections, gatekeep all our spaces, etc." It's "everyone who uses AI for any reason is uncreative, a liar and a thief." It's "only people who endured my definition of hard work are real artists." It's "art can only be made by certain people under certain parameters that I dictate as legitimate." It's the insinuation that the bad shit that AI did to our jobs should be happening to everyone else but artists. It's the way I'm for some reason seeing fanfic writers, the queens of 'taking inspiration,' literally pull arguments from Anne Rice's famous hits.

I didn't know that my understanding of art was so different from so many people. And I think that's part of what is bothering me so much about this.

Like, listen. I put in the hard work. I have taught myself for decades. I have taught other people for a living. I have struggled, and shared my work to the world, and known what it was like to try and fail to make financial successes happen. I have known what it feels like to have others take 'heavy inspiration' from my hard work. I have known what it feels like to project that kind of "they're copying me!" anxiety and self-protectiveness unfairly onto others who did not deserve it.

But the way some of us have been behaving, the vicious pettiness, the fearmongering, the misinformation, the sheer anger directed at folks who are *not* shady corporate tech bros. It's ugly.

Art is not just all the hard work we put into being ~special~, or the endless struggling to get paid for it, or even the fucking attention. And if your voice in the conversation is just "weh all those ~less creative~ people might use this to make better looking, more financially successful art then me, when I should be the one rewarded with attention because I worked so hard!" Well. Welcome to having your work automated like everybody else ~less creative~ than you already has. Can we get back to just...enjoying ourselves making art for each other? Sharing the experience of creativity? Teaching one and other? Communicating deeper ideas about the human condition? Because nothing about AI is actually interfering with those things for me. AI hasn't taken my hands or my mind or my voice (not even if it manages to actually plagiarize my public work), but late stage capitalism has taken all my time and my energy and my money. AI's not ever stopping me from making art. People who play with it and make things are not interfering with my capacity to create, they are not actually harming me at all by playing in my sandbox. The mere presence of it will not crush the human drive to create (it might even open new doors). But the daily grind of exploitative american labor sure will. AI might take away what would be an already shitty, soulless, exploitative job that drains me creatively, but uh...that's the system I was already living in. The issue of workers rights is much bigger than just automation.

AI alone won't take anything away from you but a shitty job you would probably hate anyway, but billionaires sure will find ways to take away all your time and energy and financial security to be creative. And whether AI is a fad or is here to stay, unless we advocate for our rights politically, unless we hold politicians and corporations accountable, that will not change.

[riahlynn101]

"Of Heartaches and Headaches" (11).

Chapter Eleven

Author's note: Special thanks to Halogenrobotics (or Yeagle on Ao3) for giving me some ideas for this chapter (and most of the chapters moving forward)! Go check out their stuff. They have a lot of good ideas, are super creative, and are an absolute joy to talk to! With all that being said, I hope you all enjoy :D

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Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Not again! Not again! Fuck! Fuck! 

Luis had been on his way to the security room, as he wanted to see if the daycare was currently in sleep-mode (Moon was said to not allow caregivers to pick up their children while they were sleeping), when he came across his best friend passed out in front of the doors. 

And all he could think is a string of curses and half-garbled thoughts. 

He made sure she was breathing, and her pulse seemed to be steady enough. The skin on her face and hands is slightly dry and cool to the touch. Mixed with her occasional complaints in the past about headaches, he hopes it’s just dehydration (serious but not as serious as what they had to deal with four months back). 

Management is sure to have a fit if they see her passed out. Whether it’s her fault or not, the company will try to paint her as the villain and toss her out like yesterday’s newspaper. It’s for the best that he puts her in the security room and keeps an eye on her until she wakes up. 

It helps that the daycare is indeed having their naptime, so it’s not like he can go anywhere for another hour or two. 

He sets an alarm. He’ll wake Vanessa up when it goes off, and if she doesn’t respond he’ll call 9-1-1. 

-x-x-x-

The office smells strongly of cinnamon and disinfectants. Bookshelves surround the room, boxing them in, save for the wooden door off to the side. A child-sized table sits towards the back. A board game with worn edges lays haphazardly forgotten on the table’s top. 

“So…..want….issues…” The person in front of her says, their voice muffled.

Vanessa thinks it must be a person, but with how blurred they are, it could be anything. Unless this a dream, in which case perhaps animals could-

“Vanny!” A woman’s voice cuts off her train of thought. Her voice is clearer than it ever has been. It’s firm, commanding in a way that’s expected from someone who’s been teaching for many years, but also comforting like a mother. 

Vanessa doesn’t so much as react. She never does. She can’t.

“Yes?” She hears herself ask. 

The woman inhales deeply. “Are you….are you feeling alright?”

“Fine, why do you ask?”

The woman is quiet for a good minute. The clock hanging over the door is the loudest thing in the room. Each tick a countdown to ending the session. 

“No reason. As your therapist, I worry about you, is all.”

Vanessa feels something in her boil in pure, unadulterated rage. Thoughts that are definitely not hers bubble up to the surface. 

Weak! If I’m weak he’ll get rid of me! How dare she insinuate I’m weak! Not weak! Not weak!

Vanessa is overwhelmed with the oscillating emotions. Still, she can’t move a muscle to show this. The corners of her mouth uptick into a smile. 

“I’m alright, Dr…..” Her voice trails off, everything becoming blurry around the edges like a watercolor painting. 

Vanessa feels herself sink into the couch, being sucked in and in and in until she’s falling through an open void. She squeezes her eyes shut, heart dropping into her stomach. 

“Vanessa…?” 

Suddenly, she isn’t falling anymore. Someone’s shaking her. “Vanessa?” They ask. 

Vanessa takes a second to open her eyes, relishing in the feeling of being awake and in control of her own actions. She sighs, deeply. 

When she finally opens her eyes, Luis is seated next to her. Concern is written all across his face. She hasn’t seen him look so worried since….

“I’m fine,” she says, sitting up. Judging by the large monitors taking up the entire room, they’re in the main security room. When did she get here?

“I found you passed out in the hallway. I carried you in here so management wouldn’t write you up.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you call an ambulance?”

“You want to pay for a ride in the whee whoo wagon?”

Vanessa looks down, shaking her head. “No.” She cracks a smile. “You don’t think Faz Entertainment would foot the bill, do you?” 

“No, absolutely not. They’re allergic to the words: accountability and lawsuit. You’d be fired before the ambulance even arrived.” He laughs, not at her but at the corrupt company that employs them both. 

“Right, right. Well, thank you for not leaving me to die out there. I must have been dehydrated or something.”

“Anytime. And, considering the last time I saw you drink any water was….” he hums, tapping a finger to his chin, “...never. I would say you’re probably right on the money. Here.” He tosses her a water bottle.

She fumbles it, casting Luis an (pretend) annoyed look.

“Drink up, and call me if you start feeling off.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” She unscrews the cap. 

“I’m going to pick up Gregory. Don’t die.”

“No promises. And Luis?”

He pokes his head back into the room, holding onto the doorframe. “Yes?”

“Thank you. Really, thank you.”

“Like I said, anytime,” he smiles brightly at her before leaving for real. 

-x-x-x-

Gregory lays curled up. His cot is situated between Sarah and Xander. The two got in trouble with Mr. Moon, so they had to be spaced further apart. They still talk in loud whispers anyways. He ignores his new friends, focusing on the twinkling stars over their heads and the soft music playing from some unknown place in the daycare. 

The next thing he knows, Mr. Sun is kneeling next to his cot. The lights are back on and his new friends are no longer next to him, nor are their cots. 

“Friend, it’s time to wake up.”

“Nuh, uh,” he groans, pulling up the blanket Mr. Sun let him borrow for naptime over his head. The material is soft and keeps him warm. He starts to fall back asleep. 

“Friend, it’s time for you to go home.”

That wakes him up. 

He pulls the blanket away, hopping up. As fun as the daycare was, and he hopes Mama Nessa and Papa Luis let him come back tomorrow, he really wants to leave. His new friends are really loud and kind of messy. 

He helps Mr. Sun take care of his blanket, pillow, and cot. And then he’s led to the daycare’s door. 

“Papa Luis!” He shouts, racing the rest of the way there. 

He’s scooped up, and he leans into the warm hold. It reminds him of…..

Gregory shakes his head, removing the thought before it can lead anywhere. He hates thinking about that. Hates thinking about his life before this. Hates, hates thinking about her.

It hurts his head anyways, and sometimes he can pretend it was all a bad dream. Mama Nessa and Papa Luis are taking really good care of him anyways, even if they think he’s a tiny little baby and not a toddler. They’re really nice, and he has no doubts that they’ll learn. 

He closes his eyes, putting his head on Papa’s shoulder.

[caracarnn]

‘✩’ - lanfear tothedevilsshow lol

ship meme thing - @tothedevilsshow

Disagreements: Who is more likely to raise their voice? Lanfear Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Lanfear Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Rand Who trashes the house? Lanfear does more than just that Do either of them get physical? Lanfear for sure How often do they argue/disagree? all day, all night Who is the first to apologise? neither lmao

Sex: Who is on top? they switch Who is on the bottom? see above Who has the strangest desires? Lanfear wtf Any kinks? she probably has some that he doesn't even want to think about Who’s dominant in bed? both Is head ever in the equation? Yes If so, who is better at performing it? Lanfear insists on it Ever had sex in public? Not really, no Who moans the most? Lanfear Who leaves the most marks? Lanfear ugh Who screams the loudest? Lanfear fml Who is the more experienced of the two? Lanfear she's like 3984750987609856 years old Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? making love is NOT in the equation Rough or soft? rough How long do they usually last? until he gets sick of her Is protection used? yeah some sort of weave probably Does it ever get boring? NEVER Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Tel'aran'rhiod

Affection: Who likes to cuddle? Lanfear tries Rand ews Who is the little spoon? n/a Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?Lanfear for sure Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Lanfear How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? that happens immediately Who gives the most kisses? Lanfear sometimes too many What is their favourite non-sexual activity? fighting? Where is their favourite place to cuddle? n/a Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Lanfear but it's NOT playful How often do they get time to themselves? please never

Sleeping: Who snores? n/a If both do, who snores the loudest? neither Do they share a bed or sleep separately? she made them share If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? sometimes she tries Who talks in their sleep? neither. Rand will pretend sometimes to see if she tries to enter his dreams lol Are either of your muses insomniacs? Rand is Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? n/a Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? she does this TOO much damn it Who wakes up with bed hair? she does for sure Who wakes up first? Rand Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? he has servants What is their favourite sleeping position? he likes to get up and leave Who hogs the sheets? neither Do they set an alarm each night? Nope. Can a television be found in their bedroom? n/a Who has nightmares? Rand Who has ridiculous dreams? she does ok she's weird Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Lanfear Who makes the bed? neither What time is bed time? n/a Any routines/rituals before bed? no actual rituals Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Lanfear of course

Work: Who is the busiest? they both are for certain Who rakes in the highest income? Rand does but Lanfear can get whatever she wants Are any of your muses unemployed? nope Who takes the most sick days? neither Who is more likely to turn up late to work? neither Who sucks up to their boss? Lanfear but she HATES her boss What are their jobs? she's a darkfriend ok lol he's the dragon Who stresses the most? both Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? equal parts tbh Are your muses financially stable? yes

Miscellaneous: Is money a problem? nope How many cars do they own? I bet she owned a sho-wing Do they own their home or do they rent? n/a Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? n/a Do they live in the city or in the country? n/a Do they enjoy their surroundings? rarely What’s their song? hatef--k ; the bravery What do they do when they’re away from each other? RAND CAN BREATHE. Lanfear stalks him tbh Where did they first meet? backw hen he was Lews Therin Who spends the most money when out shopping? n/a Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Lanfear Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? n/a Any mental issues? she probably has worse ones Who’s terrified of bugs? neither Who kills the spiders around the house? n/a Their favourite place? rand's favorite place is anywhere she's not Who pays the bills? n/a Do they have any fears for their future? sometimes he has fears of HER. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? neither Who uses up all of the hot water? Lanfeare Who’s the tallest? Rand but she's not short at all Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Lanfear. she wants to be next to him always Who wanders around in their underwear? Lanfear Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? n/a What do they tease each other about? n/a Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? he cringes about her period Do they have mutual friends? NO lmao unless you count Asmodean? Who crushed first? I mean it's kinda complicated Any alcohol or substance related problems? nope Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? neither Who swears the most? Rand

[mikumanogi-blog]

2023-02-03 “Did my makeup fall apart just perfectly?” Tereblog #3 [ENG]

A story from yesterday evening..

I needed to get in the bath but I became tired and couldn’t move. My mascara fell off my eyelashes, my lipstick was fading and disheveled and yet for some reason I felt like this was the perfect look…..I’m tired so maybe my decision making skills have fallen🥱･°Also where are my bangs?

The lame scattered and my eyes are sparkling..

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

 I was thinking about what to write for today’s blog…but I decided on doing a Q&A!

 I’ve been reading the comments on my last relay blog and the individual blogs that started two days ago. To tell you the truth I was a little worried that since changing to an individual the amount of comments would go down but when I saw the number of comments I became more energetic!! Thank you for all the comments this week, thank yo yo ( ･_･)/-------◎

I’m so glad at how many people are reading these blogs. I’m also really grateful to everyone wishing us 5th generation members a happy anniversary (tears)

#Nogizaka 5th generation member 1st anniversary since joining. When I saw this hashtag on February 1st I cried a little.

 Well then lets get started with the Q&A

💌The last meet and greet I participated in I had a whiteboard where I just had to write my feelings of gratitude and the speed at which Tere-pan reacted was abnormally quick and I was so happy and wow are you quick! Amazing! Tere-pan are you trying to make reading speed one of your special talents? I’m a slow reader and so if you have any tricks to reading faster please let me know…

(Blog name: Taiga)

🤍I grew up reading books and so I think that’s why I’m so fastι(｀･-･´)/

Right now I exclusively read manga and I can finish a volume of jump manga in about 10 minutes (in the case of a new volume I’ll reflect on it and then read it again in about 30 minutes)

That being said I don’t think you can read or shorthand that fast as I think I’m faster than the general population, I want to challenge it one day!!!

A trick to read faster…

When you hold up a sketchbook for me to read, I don’t read individual words but it’s like a sensation of having a whole screen in my head  

💌Tere-pan have you ever overslept?

(Blog name: Mameta)

🤍Not since I started living by myself! I’m a light sleep and I put my alarm at the loudest volume setting and have it go off from anywhere between every 2 hours to every 3 minutes. But I have failed to make meeting times… but this isn’t a established fact right staff-san｡ﾟ(ﾟ^ω^ﾟ)ﾟ｡

💌Tere-pan-chan do you also do oil paintings??

(Blog name: Shoutarou)

🤍I’ve only ever drawn it in art class in school. It’s a habit for Teresa to get drunk off the smell of Turpentine oil

💌You’ve entered your second year now, and compared to your first year is there anything that you’ve feel you’ve grown at?

(blog name: Taiyou)

🤍Speaking very specifically, I’ve gotten more efficient at taking notes on our standing position, when I look at my notes from the 10th birthday live they are so illegible I can’t read then…!

💌 Tere-pan what is your favorite vegetable?

(blog name: Shogo)

🤍Bukkorory

From my mom, before I prepare it I put it in water for an hour to kill any bugs, hard boil it and then stir fried in oyster sauce is how I like it

(TL Note: I’m pretty sure she means broccoli but I’m not sure)

💌Gauauawa 🥚what’s your favorite way to eat it?

(Blog name: Michael)

🤍Tamago kake gohan! I like eggs with red egg yolks

💌I made some ducks out of clay in my art class! Do you have any good names for them?

(Blog name: Makoto)

🤍Nietzsche

When you’re lost in life, just talk to the duck and you may get something out of it.

At my place there’s been an increase in ducks with hair.

Manager-san had a hair transplant… this one’s name is Buu-kun (named by Aya)

Kekeke

💌Please tell me some trick for taking selfies (˙˙*)

(blog name: Chiaki)

🤍Selfies…taking many till you get a few is a strategy, so just take a lot and choose! They also do this in the photo studios don’t they.

The pictures I can post now are more than I could before because it was a relay blog and behind the scenes pictures? Other cuts? Are they types of pictures I have a lot of.

From now on the pictures I can post on this blog, as well as the ones I posted before are around the ones I’m going to keep posting but I also want variety from the ones in Nogime (Nogizaka46 mail and Nogizaka46 message is the double meaning of Nogieme)

Recently I’ve really been like the retro filter feel kind of like the Zetsubou MV…I think I’m going to want a film camera one day. The pictures on Men’s blog are really on point and they have a good aura and atmosphere, I hope to be like that （´-`）.｡oO（🎞🤍

↑The theme of today’s Blog names are names that boys would have.

 Night time is more for Q&A but while saying that I kind of want to do some during lunch time as well. If you like please continue to comment blow🤲🏻

 By the way I also read the letters💌

My SNS notice section is always lonely (so in other words I don’t have a lot of addresses…) and to have this letter!!! This was my first noticeeeeeee you can get to know what people are doing with a picture attachment… I’m grateful to have this for of communication outside of meet and greets, an outflow of strong emotions･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+

It reminded me of the information class in elementary school and it calmed me a little

P.S: I won’t forgive you people who send me letter of food at night time 😡so just bring me the real thing 😡

Yesterday was twin tail day

And so I felt like I muscle post this picture of twiNagi💪🏽( ¨̮ 💪🏽)

Twineresa’s picture was posted by the New Nogizaka Star Tanjou producer Shinobu Mori-san!!!

Thank you

Please check it out

 Please forgive me for this whimsical blog

Thank yo-yo for reading this blog today ( ･_･)/-------◎

Finishing off with a Twin Sakusaku-panda🌸🐼

The setting is missdirectionnnnn

#Tereblog #3

https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/101131?ima=5650&cd=MEMBER

[livesinthebalance]

WHAT JEWEL ARE YOUR BONES MADE OUT OF?

[ just for my loudest muses at present, because I’m curious ]

AJ WARREN

STAR SAPPHIRE well hello, beautiful. ✦ how does it feel to have their eyes on you all the time? ✦ do you like to perform? do you like the way their hands reach for you as you turn in the spotlight? ✦ do you wish they would stop? ✦ they won’t. they can’t help it. ✦ is that the reaction you wanted? you want them to laugh, to cry, to moan, to yell at you maybe. ✦ you only exist in the lines spreading across the faces of others, right? ✦ if nobody thinks of you, you aren’t. so you make yourself headline news and they won’t look away ✦ attention won’t solidify you when the sun comes up and love won’t fill that hole inside. ✦ you might want to install an alarm system. just because they want you, doesn’t mean you have to give yourself.

ABBY DEKKER

PEARL you are a bit of an open wound. ⍜ the pain won’t kill you like you think it will, let yourself bear it and you’ll find you can ⍜ you might even find that the world is a lot more than your oyster. ⍜ reticent (unwillingly so), passive, introverted ⍜ resilient, generative, adaptable ⍜ you hold the ability to create and recreate the world around yourself

ATHENA

OPAL oh you are everything! ❍ indecisive, chamelonistic, flighty ❍ multitalented, innovative, extraordinary ❍ jack of all trades and master of all you touch ❍ containing multitudes ❍ you catch the light in different ways and all of them are you ❍ you get more selves than the rest of us, my darling. take this gift and use it well.

CARLOS REYES

AMBER you hold in your heart fragments of everything that has ever passed through you. the good, the bad, the utterly mundane. ⌾ you catch it all and keep it. ⌾ you have a singular talent for holding on tight ⌾ collector, scavenger, hoarder, keeper ⌾ core: memory

DR. JAKOB HOOD

AMBER you hold in your heart fragments of everything that has ever passed through you. the good, the bad, the utterly mundane. ⌾ you catch it all and keep it. ⌾ you have a singular talent for holding on tight ⌾ collector, scavenger, hoarder, keeper ⌾ core: memory

JAMES VALDEZ

AMBER you hold in your heart fragments of everything that has ever passed through you. the good, the bad, the utterly mundane. ⌾ you catch it all and keep it. ⌾ you have a singular talent for holding on tight ⌾ collector, scavenger, hoarder, keeper ⌾ core: memory

LE CHIFFRE

ONYX reserved (by choice), decisive, self-sure and self-contained, selective, resolved, close-minded, intuitive, deliberate ⍚ opaque - my secrets are not for you ⍚ scrying - i can see more than you know ⍚ sharp - i know where to cut

LEONARD SNART

PEARL you are a bit of an open wound. ⍜ the pain won’t kill you like you think it will, let yourself bear it and you’ll find you can ⍜ you might even find that the world is a lot more than your oyster. ⍜ reticent (unwillingly so), passive, introverted ⍜ resilient, generative, adaptable ⍜ you hold the ability to create and recreate the world around yourself

TAZA

OPAL oh you are everything! ❍ indecisive, chamelonistic, flighty ❍ multitalented, innovative, extraordinary ❍ jack of all trades and master of all you touch ❍ containing multitudes ❍ you catch the light in different ways and all of them are you ❍ you get more selves than the rest of us, my darling. take this gift and use it well.

[blu-joons]

When You’re Not A Morning Person ~ (G)I-dle Reaction

Miyeon:

Your hand swatted away at the finger that poked into your side, with Miyeon being drained from the sound of your alarm going off.

“Are you going to get that or just ignore it?” Miyeon asked you, tempted to reach across you and turn the alarm off herself instead.

A sigh came from you, “it’s too early to get up.”

“Even if you don’t want to get up, can you just turn that stupid sound off,” Miyeon pleaded with you, hearing your arm move around as you hit against the bedside table until you managed to get your alarm clock.

“If I sleep through too late for work, it’s your fault,” you warned Miyeon, “eventually with the alarm going I would have got up and not gone back to sleep.”

“I would have made you get up,” Miyeon promised you.

“It’s not even that much of an annoying sound,” you tried to argue, but Miyeon wasn’t having it, relieved to hear silence again.

“It’s alright for you, you can sleep through it, but some of us don’t mind the mornings, and don’t want them being disturbed,” she replied.

“Why would you ever like the mornings?”

“Y/N, they’re really not that bad.”

Minnie:

A sigh came from you as you rubbed your eyes, disturbed by the sound of Minnie walking around the bedroom to sort herself out.

“Morning sleepyhead,” she teased as soon as she saw that you were stirring, “I tried to be quiet and not wake you up, sorry about that.”

Your head shook, “what time is it?”

“Just gone six,” Minnie quickly explained, catching your eyes widening in panic. You turned sharply to look at your alarm clock, letting go of the loudest groan when you realised just how early you had woken up.

“It’s still night time, it’s not even morning yet,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands. “I’m not built to be awake at this time of the morning.”

“You can go back to sleep,” Minnie cheerily told you.

“What is wrong with you?” You asked her, “how do you manage to sound so positive for six o’clock in the morning?”

“I’m used to it,” Minnie simply told you, “I’m sure if you got up at this time eventually, you’d get used to it too.”

“You’ll never see me up at this time.”

“I know, mornings aren’t for you.”

Soyeon:

Your slow and sluggish footsteps caught Soyeon’s attention in the kitchen, catching you walking through the house at snail’s pace.

“Good morning,” she teased, her voice bright and airy, everything that you weren’t as your body used up its energy to move.

Your eyes flickered up, “what’s good about this?”

“Why do you get out of bed if you don’t want to?” Soyeon asked you, grabbing two mugs out of the kitchen cupboard. “No one told you that you had to get up so early in the morning, you chose to do it.”

“I thought I’d be alright, I mean seven isn’t that late,” you told her, “but I’m beginning to regret agreeing to wake up so early in the morning now.”

“You don’t need to see me off,” Soyeon assured you.

“I promised,” you reminded her, taking a seat at the table, “at least once you’re gone, I can go back to sleep again.”

“If you go back to sleep you won’t wake up until lunch time,” Soyeon panicked, but you weren’t worried at all.

“That’s a better time to wake up.”

“The morning will be gone Y/N.”

Yuqi:

You grabbed the pillow and pressed it over your face as you heard Yuqi moving around, desperate to try and block the sound out.

“Y/N!” Yuqi yelled though, refusing to let you sleep as she realised how late into the morning it already was. “It’s time to get up.”

Your hand lifted, “leave me alone to rest.”

“Come on,” Yuqi grinned, shaking your body to try and get you up, jumping on the mattress too. “I’ve not seen you for weeks being on the road, we can’t waste a single second, we’ve got things to do.”

“Just because you’re living in a complete different time zone right now doesn’t mean that I want to,” you huffed, moving the pillow away from your face.

“It’s almost ten already,” she tried her best to tell you.

“Perfect, that means we have all afternoon to go out,” you tried to reason, but Yuqi had other ideas with you.

“Get up,” she told you once again, “we can go out for lunch, surely if you can get up in time to be able to go out for lunch.”

“What about maybe a late lunch instead?”

“Stop being so boring and wake up.”

Shuhua:

A chuckle came from Shuhua as she walked down the stairs, unable to ignore the three mugs that were set out in front of you.

“Are you awake?” She asked, grabbing herself a mug out of the cupboard to fill up too. “Don’t you think this is a little too much caffeine.”

Your head shook, “it’s what I need to survive.”

“It’s not even that early,” Shuhua assured you as she took a seat, “it’s only seven in the morning, you should see some of the call times I’ve had for work, then you’d be complaining that it was too early in the morning.”

“I like when my mornings start at ten o’clock at the earliest,” you huffed, “my eyes are desperate to shut, why did we agree to get such an early flight to go back?”

“It was the only flight available,” she reminded you.

“I just want to sleep,” you murmured, resting your head against the table, “this is such an inhumane time in the morning.”

“Y/N, get a grip,” Shuhua joked, “it’s not going to do you any harm having to get up early and stay awake too.”

“What if I become sleep deprived?”

“I promise that won’t happen.”

---

Masterlist

[citrusillyboe]

☆𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩!!

☆summary; in which ______ from the Newspaper Club asks the students of NRC questions and they have to give answers that are as interesting as they can. Although, some of the questions that were given aren't technically 'normal'. But hey? Anything for a game night amirite?

☆contents; crack, all the way + cursing + ______ asking either pretty unhinged questions or very specific things + me absolutely not going easy with ANY of the NRC boys at all, so you're in for a treat

☆notes; i remembered a line that says, 'every character that you like had at least a terrible night at the toilet,' and now, i am a changed person. enjoy, or not, it's okay (also showing the first question to show you what you're in for)

1 . How do they handle a bad diarrhea night?

grips on anything for support (the walls, the counter, the toilet seat even) and prays to the great seven that they'll survive the night

DEUCE, trey, jamil, silver

constant trips to the toilet because when they thought that their stomach is empty, their asshole sounded an alarm

ruggie, KALIM, idia, sebek

twas making good progress trying to push out the crap but they accidently take a breath and instantly stops the flow. which causes them to either scream internally or cry

ace, AZUL, epel, MALLEUS

stays at the toilet until they get their relief

cater, leona, jade

+ and proceeds to somehow fall asleep at the toilet

LEONA

rarely ever had diarrhea nights but if they do, constipation to the max for sure. i'd say they even need a plunger to get one single dung out (i am sorry)

vil, RIDDLE, jack

never had a bad diarrhea night in their life but then suddenly, the day (or night i suppose) comes. running towards the first toilet seat in their view as they blast it with the loudest sound you'll ever hear. most definitely shitted every single thing they've eaten in their life as they get the greatest feeling ever and proceed to escape from the crime scene. or to put it simply, they got out from the school's restroom.

LILIA, FLOYD (let me be a menace and i will say that it happens at the same time)

+ was at the crime scene when it happened

deuce (he was just tryna wash his hands)

every time they're having a hard time trying to shit, they'll just pull their left index finger and as if on auto, their stomach will be empty in a second

rook

is a robot and therefore, cannot shit

ortho

2 . If someone were to stretch their leg to make them fall, how would it happen?

classic shit. will definitely fall every single time and prolly stays on the ground for a second before slowly standing up from embarrassment

DEUCE, AZUL, sebek

+ did not get up when they fall. they're prolly crying from too much embarrassment idk

idia

laughs it off after they fall (boo boring)

cater, kalim

instantly stands up from their fallen position and roundhouse punch or kick the person who made them fall

ace, epel (when vil's not watching ofc)

only stumbles a bit and either go back to whatever they're doing or just give the person who tried to make them fall a nasty look

trey, jack, JAMIL

trips over nothing before they can even reach the extended leg

silver

notices the extended leg before them, proceeds to roughly stomp on it or jumps up and down on it like it's a trampoline

lilia (light stomp is all), JADE AND FLOYD (jumps up and down AND at the same time)

"you need to do better than that," *proceeds to avoid the obstacle upon them*

riddle, LEONA, ruggie, VIL

once they accidently trips on the leg, proceeds to do 5 somersault, landing on their hands, jumping from that position onto their feet and say, "Toutes mes excuses!"

rook

when their leg meet the extended leg, a metal clashing sound was the result from it as they say, "Ah, I'm sorry,"

ortho, MALLEUS

3 . Will they be able to get bitches?

yeah /j

IDIA, sebek (don't worry sebby, im here mwuah)

yeah /srs

TREY, jack, silver

i mean, sure?

riddle, ruggie, azul, jamil

special boys category. they won't ALWAYS get bitches, but they have their charm

DEUCE, KALIM, CATER, EPEL

get bitches but doesn't care

leona, jade, VIL

*scratches the back of my head* *shrugs*

floyd, ROOK

*puts up a sign that says 'living fossils that are pretty decent. get yourself one now.'*

lilia, malleus

a category for ace trappola

ace

4 . They're stuck in some sort of kitchen room alone with nothing but obscure foods in cans and they have to eat at least one of it to survive. What will they choose?

☆a little note; i lied. they don't have a choice. my random number generator and picker wheel will decide for them

☆mystery instant noodle

☆cooking instructions; fill in the can with water and wait for 10 minutes. exactly 10 minutes, not before, not after, you must wait for exactly 10 minutes to even make the 'mystery instant noodle'.

and as you wait, random flavors will gradually swirl in the water and create the base soup. flavors including; soap, dirt, cherry perfume, crushed up papers, forbidden blue water and others.

lastly, shake the can as hard as you can. if you open the lid and saw a glizzy inside, then that means the noodle is ready

happy eating!

ruggie, leona

☆snickles; really satisfies!

☆cooking instructions; (it's a snickers bar inside a pickle) put it in the microwave to defrost it. after it's done defrosting, you can go ahead and munch on it

happy eating!

sebek, idia, kalim (maybe he'll enjoy it idk)

☆TP & MW (short for toothpaste and mouthwash)

☆cooking instructions; lay the 2 pieces of bread on the counter and put the whole bottle of mouthwash onto a bowl. yeah, the whole thing.

soak the breads in the mouthwash for a few second before pulling the breads out and let it dry. lastly, spread toothpaste on each side and make sure to spread evenly and give a hefty amount. put the bread on top of the other and you're done.

happy eating!

vil (oh no), silver

☆sweetened eggs

☆cooking instructions; easiest one so far. just open the can and you can instantly eat it right away. by the way, it's hard boiled eggs in chocolate

happy eating!

jack

☆beanana

☆cooking instructions; you eat it like how you would eat banana. except instead of banana, it's beans (honestly, this one is the most normal)

happy eating!

cater, lilia

☆watermelon bowl noodles

☆cooking instructions; just like in the name of the food, you cook canned noodles in a watermelon. no, there are no flavorings, you're eating plain noodles.

happy eating!

azul, malleus

☆cheeseburger

☆cooking instructions; canned cheeseburger, with too many cheese. and when i say too many cheese, i really meant TOO MANY cheese.

happy eating!

riddle, epel, trey

☆spaghetti lime drink

☆cooking instructions; bro it's just cheese spaghetti in a lime drink

happy eating!

jade, floyd (he'd prolly chug it in one go), deuce

the lucky 3. they manage to escape from the room without eating anything. they're now eating 'cacio e pepe' with good music in the background

ace (im surprised he managed to survive), jamil, rook

is a robot and therefore, cannot eat

ortho

☆notes; first thing i posted after a school week, well done me (of course me) :)

[fluffyzoey]

a nischa oneshot i just never published???

here. *shoves a generic sickfic in your face* eat up

Mischa rolled over on his thin-as-paper mattress, feeling his sweat seep into his pillowcase. He groaned, staring at the cement wall beside his lousy excuse for a bed. His whole body felt hot, and not in the way that meant people swoon over you. Beads of sweat rolled down from his hairline, his skin blotchy and red. His stomach growled, but he didn’t even want to get up and eat.

He fished his phone out from the comforter beside him, flipping it over to check the time: 9:30. He’d slept in later than ever, as if his body knew it needed rest. However, it was Sunday, meaning the choir was getting together for their weekly outing. 

Ever since the 6 of them had miraculously survived a roller coaster accident together, Ocean had been taking initiative to get the group together. Some weeks it was shopping and walking around downtown at whatever little shops remained, some weeks it was the mall, but today they’d planned a little hiking expedition. 

Mischa was almost never the biggest fan of these get togethers. First of all, it meant being stuck in the same vicinity as Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg for at least three hours. Secondly, it meant listening to Ocean for at least three hours. And lastly and probably worst, it meant not complaining about the little ginger scumbag for the entire time, or all hell would break loose. 

The real reason Mischa went at all was to spend time with his boyfriend, Noel. The two of them had grown close as they recovered from their accident, and Noel had been there for every step of Mischa’s growing musical career. Most of the time, Noel’s work schedule made it difficult for the boys to spend time together. Taco Bell execs didn’t really take “need time to make out with my boyfriend” as a valid excuse for missing shifts. However, “mandated outdoor socialization” was acceptable, apparently, so choir outings were fair game. 

Mischa ran his hands through his greasy, matted hair, yawning. His eyelids felt like they were made of steel, weighing him down and just wanting to close, keel over, and sleep. Even the way he carried himself, usually with his chest puffed out like a lion on the hunt, was different; slouched over and painful to even move. 

His phone vibrated in the back pocket of his sweatpants, evidence of a text message coming through. 

Noel: babe where r u! u said u would pick me up @ 9:15

He winced. Shit…

Noel set his phone down on his desk, turning back to the mirror to look at his makeup: on point as usual. Slumping back in his chair, he wondered where Mischa was. 

It’s not super unlike him to sleep through his alarm…he can sleep through my snoring after all. Maybe he stayed up late? Which is weird, because usually when he stays up late it’s because he and I are texting or something…Is he ignoring me? Shit, am I gonna have to ask Ocean for a ride? Damn it…

He picked up the phone again and dialed Mischa’s number, and to Noel’s delight and relief, Mischa picked up. 

“Hey babe…You alright?” 

Mischa, at that moment, let out just about the loudest cough Noel had ever heard, hacking into the phone. 

“Sorry, I slept through my-” he paused to yawn, “-alarm. I will be there in ten minutes, Poet.” 

Noel’s heart absolutely melted at the sound of his partner’s voice. He sounded hoarse and just all around awful.

“Sweetheart, no offense, but you sound like shit. Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine. Just fine, honey. You wait and I’ll- ACHOO”

The sneeze just about made Noel have a heart attack with the sheer volume of it. He wasn’t so sure he loved the idea of Mischa even leaving the house in this condition, but he also knew how much of a stubborn asshole his boyfriend could be. Talking Mischa into staying home was not going to be easy in the slightest.

“Mischa…are you sure it’s the best idea for you to come get me? I can ask Ocean for a ride if you’re sick, you need rest…” Initially, he was going to scold Mischa, but his ‘loving boyfriend’ mode took over in a heartbeat. “I don’t even have to go today! Just get back to bed, drink lots of-”

“No, no.” Mischa waved him off. “I am going to go get dressed, and then I will come get my special boy, okay? I love you, Noel.”

“I love you too, which is why I want you to-”

He hung up. He fucking hung up. 

This was gonna be a long day.

Mischa had taken driver’s education. He knew that driving while sick could lead to accidents, because being sick made you drowsy, right? But Mischa wasn’t sick, he couldn’t be. Mischa didn’t get sick, at least that’s what he’d gaslit himself into believing. He got into the driver’s seat, rearing on the gas and speeding out of the driveway, almost slamming into his foster parents’ mailbox on his way out. 

Noel’s house wasn’t too far away from his, nowhere in Uranium City was very far away from any other place, to be honest. That was just how small towns worked. He turned onto Noel’s street and pulled up in front of the house. He parked, slightly crooked in the driveway, and trudged to the front step. 

“Noel!” He croaked out, his voice cracking. He rang the doorbell. 

The shorter male opened the door and looked Mischa up and down with a satisfied smirk on his face. “As expected, you look like someone pushed you out of a car window and then ran you over with a pickup truck. Bed, now.” 

“What? No! We have the hike-”

“I already texted Ocean and let her know that you’re sick and thus will not be attending. Now please go lay down, you know where my room is.”

“But…that just means I am going to get you sick! “So what? You’re the love of my life, I think I can handle your cooties.”

For once, it was Noel being the stubborn one. It was clear he wasn’t going to hear another word about it. Mischa allowed himself to be escorted (read: dragged by the collar of his shirt) upstairs to Noel’s bedroom. 

“Get your ass under the covers.” Noel demanded playfully. “Mom’s working another late shift, but I don’t have to work again until Monday afternoon. We could spend all day and night right here if it would make you feel better.” 

Mischa yawned and plopped down on Noel’s bed, having made the decision to be cooperative for once. “And do what? Talk about how shitty I feel? Because I feel like…big…bleh.”

“I know you do, darling.” Noel kissed his boyfriend’s forehead, giggling. “If you would lay down like I told you to and rest up, you might feel a little bit less bleh. Have you eaten today?”

“No.” He admitted. “I was not hungry.”

Noel sighed. “I’ll go get you some toast or something. You really gotta start taking care of yourself when you’re sick.”

“I am not sick.” Mischa protested. “Just a little tired.”

“Either way, you need rest.” Noel pressed his boyfriend down, hand splayed out over his chest. “Lay down, Mischa. Spare me my sanity.”

Mischa rolled his eyes. “I do not need to lay down, poet. Sleep is for the weak.”

“No, dumbfuck, sleep is for the idiot boyfriend who won’t admit that he feels like he was hit point blank with a sack of bricks!”

Mischa pondered Noel’s innate ability to know exactly how he felt, because the sack of bricks thing was fairly accurate. He felt like he was going to topple over onto the floor, but would his cocky ass admit that? When pigs fly.

“Sleep is for the weak.” He repeated instead, sitting back up. If he was going to get in bed he was not going to lay down and he was also going to make it everyone’s problem. 

“Whatever you say, dickwad,” Noel sighed. He was ever so creative with the pet names. “Sit still and don’t, I don’t know, set the house on fire. What do you want to eat?”

“I told you I am not hun—” he started, but he knew there was no winning this argument. “I guess…toast?”

Noel went downstairs and fished a loaf of bread and the toaster out, tossed a slice in, and promised himself he would not scream when the toast popped up. 

He broke the promise.

Anyway, he took out the golden brown bread and slathered it in butter, taking it back upstairs to Mischa. 

In the time it took Noel to make a piece of toast, Mischa had flopped over and fallen asleep. Noel made a soft tsk tsk sound, setting the plate of toast on the nightstand. He gently climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over both Mischa and himself. Rolling onto his side, he came face to face with a peacefully dozing Mischa and a pool of drool already staining the pillow (not that Noel really minded). He brushed Mischa’s chestnut curls out of his eyes, giggling softly.

“Yeah, rest easy, tough guy.” He whispered. “My fucking idiot.” He snuck a quick kiss onto Mischa’s forehead. “I love you.”