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reina-tries-2-write · 3 months ago

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AMNESIA

Toge Inumaki x Reader

WARNINGS: None, pure fluff

WORD COUNT: 2,434

NOTES: Toge's nickname for you is Mochi. Takes place after Shibuya but is altered cause this is my copium lol. Enjoy!

You blinked your eyes open and squinted in the bright white light. Taking in your surroundings, you realized you were in a hospital room. There was a dull ache in your head and your figured something had happened to it for you to be here. You noticed there was a person sat in a chair next to your bed and you took them in as well.

He had seemingly fallen asleep with his head on his arms that were rested on the bed next to your hip. You could feel your left hand in his without needing to see it underneath his platinum blond hair. He wasn’t dressed like hospital staff which meant you must know him on a personal level.

You suddenly realized you had no idea who he was. You had no idea who you were for that matter. You sat up some to look around the room for something that would help trigger your memory as to who you were. Maybe your phone or clothes. You slip your hand out of his to push yourself up as you look around.

You unintentionally woke him up as you righted yourself in the bed and you saw a look of worry and relief flush his soft lavender eyes as he lifted his head up to look at you.

“Takana Mochi?” He asked gently.

You stared at him blankly as you tried to comprehend what he’d just said. You couldn’t quite understand what he meant but his expression spoke most of it. He was clearly worried about you. But the fact you had no idea what he said kind of freaked you out.

His words and tone didn’t match up and neither did the foods. You were immediately confused and scared that you had no idea what he was saying. Maybe you just weren’t fully awake yet.

“Mochi?” He asked, more concerned than last time.

You still had no idea what that meant and you didn’t want to be rude since he was clearly invested in your wellbeing. You blinked a few times as you struggled to come up with a reply.

“I— um. Do you know why I’m here? I can’t remember anything.” You ask softly, still scared and freaked out.

He tilts his head to the side and furrows his brows as if something was wrong with your response. That or he didn’t understand it.

You watch as he pulls out his phone and begins typing on it, the look of worry on his face increasing. He turns his phone around and shows you the screen.

—We were in Shibuya. You maxed out saving me from Sukuna. Do you not remember that?—

Shibuya? Was that a place you were supposed to know? Maxed out? What the hell did that mean? And who or what was Sukuna?

You had more questions than answers but you got the feeling whatever happened was big. He did say you saved him. But you still had no idea what any of that meant.

“I— I um, I don’t remember. I— I don’t know what any of that means...” You trail off into a whisper.

You watch his face fall and he pulls his phone back to type on it more before showing you the screen once again.

—Do you remember anything at all? Do you know who I am?—

You sadly shake your head. “I don’t even know who I am.”

You watch as tears prick his sad lavender eyes and you feel extremely guilty for not knowing. Not that you could help it but you got the impression he’s pretty important to you since he was waiting for you to wake up. You really didn’t want to upset him.

“I’m sorry I—” You start, not even knowing what to apologize for but not wanting him to be sad more than anything.

—I’m sorry I can’t talk to you. But I can type to you. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I really want you to remember—

You didn’t know why he couldn’t speak aside from food but you honestly didn’t care. You could still communicate and more importantly, he could help you remember.

“That’s okay. Just tell me everything. I don’t remember anything at all. Like what I look like or my name or anything.” You ramble quickly, panic rising in your chest again.

He types for quite a while before handing you the phone back. Your name is typed up at the very top of the page.

Y/N

Not ringing any bells.

You continued reading and the first of several paragraphs is a detailed description of what you look like and your personality.

The second and third paragraphs explain these things called curses and that not only can you see them, a rare thing in itself, but you have like a superpower that can help you exorcise them. You go to a school where you are learning about them and training.

The final paragraphs inform you about what happened for you to end up in the hospital. A lot of this part didn’t make sense to you but apparently you were pretty badass since you had saved not only him, but a bunch of other people too.

You take a bit to fully absorb the information before you get curious about him. He never explained himself but he clearly knew you pretty well due to the description of your personality.

“Tell me about you?” You ask softly.

He takes his phone back and types less than he did last time before handing it back.

—I’m Toge. We met on our first day at Jujutsu Tech. I knew you for a year before you kinda confessed to liking me. I love onigiri and since I can’t talk conventionally, I speak in onigiri ingredients. I have my own little language with it and you were the first person who ever asked me to sit down and teach it to you. You are absolutely amazing and perfect and I’m so lucky to have you in my life but I might be a little biased since I’m your boyfriend —

Your boyfriend? Well you didn’t exactly have any complaints about that since you thought he was really cute.

Before you could reply to his message, you heard the door to your room open and you looked over to see a nurse walking in.

“Good afternoon sweetheart. How are you feeling?” She asks gently. “My head hurts a little but it’s not bad. Just like a mild throbbing headache feeling. I- I don’t remember anything is the issue. He’s explaining things to me though.” You tell the nurse. “You were in a coma for almost a week so it might take you a bit to remember. Don’t worry about that too much darling.” She reassures. “I was out for a week? Well no wonder I don’t remember. That’s kinda relieving.” You sigh. “We will need you to keep us updated on your memory. Unfortunately there is a small chance the memory loss will be long term or permanent. I’ll be by to check on you in a few hours but please call for me if your headache worsens.” She explains. “I’ll keep you updated as best I can, I promise.” You agree. “Good.” The nurse pats you on the shoulder before leaving.

You take a deep breath and sit back in the bed a bit, tilting your head back and taking a second to process the information.

She said there’s only a small chance you won’t remember everything so you probably just need a couple days and to ask a ton of questions. Then it will all be back to normal and life will be fine.

As you lay there, staring at the white ceiling, you feel Toge reach over and gently hold your hand. It was weird knowing he was your boyfriend that you didn’t remember at all but it was comforting so you grasped his hand in return as your mind raced.

Through all the thoughts scattered in your mind, you were scared more than anything. You got the feeling you had a really good life and you felt a nagging in the back of your mind.

You HAVE to remember.

You WILL remember.

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You got discharged from the hospital the next day, Toge having stayed with you the whole rest of the day and sleeping on the couch next to your bed. A car came to pick the two of you up and drove you back to campus. The campus was really beautiful and you enjoyed the ride, holding Toge’s hand the whole time. You were really glad you had someone you were this close to that you could rely on.

Back at the dorms all of your friends and roommates were waiting for you in the living room and a red-headed girl immediately leapt off the couch and wrapped you in a hug. Based upon her reaction and how she held you, you assumed she was your best friend.

“I’m so glad you’re alive.” She whispers into your shoulder. “I, I still don’t remember but I get the feeling you’re my best friend.” You reply softly. “Nobara. But you just call me Bara most of the time.” She reintroduces after pulling out of the hug. “I like that.” You smile at her. “I love it.” She echoes.

Everyone else comes over and gives you a hug, reminding you who they are and recounting fond memories with you. You have a lot of people in your life and they all care about you more than you expected them to.

Toge lead you off to your room to hopefully trigger some memories. You certainly like the room and the subtle familiarity of it but you get frustrated at the fact you still don’t remember.

You request some time to yourself and Toge agrees under the terms he can come check on you later or you text him soon. You tell him you will and he leaves after giving you a quick hug. You lock the door behind him and sigh, resting your forehead against it for a second.

For the next several hours, you sit on your bed going through your phone, reading text messages, looking through photos, checking out social media and generally scouring your phone for anything to trigger even the smallest memory. You get tired eventually and text Toge that you’re gonna take a nap and will let him know when you wake up.

Your nap is filled with tidbits of memories, blurry images, and muffled voices but it is comforting nonetheless. You were remembering. Slowly but you were.

The only thing you truly remembered was one snippet of your life with Toge. It was the day you had confessed to him actually. You don’t remember all of what you said, your confession having been longwinded and rambled but you remember the most important part.

“And yeah. I like you. A lot.” You finish rambling.

You worked up the nerve to look at him and you saw his lavender eyes were wide but seemingly pleased. He looks almost relieved in a way as well. His expression was hard to read but you could tell it wasn’t negative at least.

After staring at each other like deer in headlights, he suddenly yanks down the high collar of his sweater and cups your cheek, swiftly but gently leaning in and kissing you.

Your eyes widened for a second before you melted into him. You could feel the cursed energy from the marks on his cheeks and tongue and the kiss felt, quite literally, electric. The two of you slowly parted, half lidded and mesmerized eyes looking into the others.

The two of you slowly came back to reality and he smiled at you, cheeks dusted pink as he gently tilted your chin up to maintain eye contact.

“Okome.” He whispered and for the first time ever, you didn’t have to ask him the definition of the new word.

“I love you too.” You reply softly, moving your arms to pull him into a hug.

After replaying the memory in your head several times, hanging onto every miniscule detail, you grabbed your phone and texted Toge. You had no idea what to tell him aside from a ‘hey I’m up from my nap’ or something similar but then the perfect idea hit you.

—Okome—

Your message was simple and seconds after sending it, your heard pounding footsteps down the hallway. Leaping out of bed, you yanked open your door and practically fell into Toge’s arms. The two of you stood in your doorway, holding the other as tight as possible for god knows how long. After pulling back some, he looks into your eyes, his gaze intense but relieved that you had clearly remembered something at the very least.

You watch his gaze flick from your eyes to your lips and back, asking permission to kiss you. You nodded gently and reached up, pulling down the collar of his sweater and connecting your lips. It felt exactly how you remembered in your dream and was honestly better than you could have expected.

Once you parted, he gently rested his forehead against yours, his eyes scanning yours for something you couldn’t figure out. You didn’t care what he was trying to read you for, you were busy getting lost in his lavender eyes that you would happily lose your memory again and again for.

He reaches up to cup your cheek and kisses you once again, deeper and with more intent than the first. You eagerly reciprocate and reach one of your hands up to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Get a room you two!” You suddenly hear shouted from down the hallway followed by an obnoxious wolf whistle.

You both pull back, you embarrassed and Toge annoyed as you look over to see who scolded you.

Panda.

Yuji was stood next to him and you assumed he was responsible for the whistle.

“Ikura.” Toge mutters before gently guiding you backwards into your room.

You giggle at his clear curse, not needing to know his language to understand what he meant. ‘Assholes’

“Don’t be too loud!” Yuji calls as Toge closes your door behind him.

Toge rolls his eyes and smirks at you, lightly chuckling at your friend’s antics. You pull him closer to you for a hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck and squeezing him as tight as you could.

You still didn’t remember much but you were sure of one thing.

You were home.

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cacoetheswriting · 2 years ago

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pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 6.5k summary: as corroded coffin frontman, eddie munson regards himself as perhaps the most important person in hollywood. that's until he meets you — america’s favourite starlet.

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: adult language & mature themes, porn with a rather angsty plot, general heavy petting / kissing, teasing, fingering, quite rough yet protected p in v sex, borderline overstimulation, eddie is a little dom, light praise kink, dirty talk, use of pet names & very slight degradation, mentions of alcohol & drug consumption, mentions of blood (reader unintentionally hurts herself), emotional hurt / topics of guilt — if i missed anything, pls let me know! also, not proofread.

psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely in the story, only that she’s a little shorter than eddie.

“Absolutely not.”

Impossible to read between the lines with those two simple words, but if anyone dared to try regardless, the absolute disapproval and disdain in Eddie’s tone of voice stopped them from doing so. At least that’s what the Corroded Coffin frontman hoped.

It took a lot to catch Eddie Munson off guard. Given everything he’s endured in his life, nothing surprised him anymore ‘cause he made sure to be prepared for every single scenario. A little neurotic? Yes. Needed for his own piece of mind? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Obviously there had been exceptions over the years — especially being in the limelight with easy access to substances that weren’t too good for his health and nothing but extensive amounts of cash to burn. The other guys had invested their paychecks, Gareth even started a family. Eddie on the other hand, well, he bought a mansion in Beverly Hills and threw parties every night of the week.

The heavy drinking clouded his judgement and damaged his liver, but Eddie still kept tabs on his inner circle and made sure to be informed of any moves the label was trying to make before official announcements.

Which is why when he stumbled into the recording studio an hour later than scheduled, extremely hungover and with an unlit cigarette between his teeth, he really thought he misheard the news announced by their long-time manager, Marianne.

“A feature. The label wants it, she wants it. Honestly, Eddie, no point in fighting it. It’s a done deal.”

Marianne’s words were ringing in his ears. To make matters worse, the whole band apparently knew about this. For a long time, at that. They just collectively chose not to tell him out of fear of his “overreaction”, as Gareth put it.

“Well, I don’t want it.” Eddie grumbles. A reaction worthy of a little kid more so than a famous rockstar. “I refuse.”

Jeff clears his throat, glancing between the group before settling his eyes on Eddie.

“Man, it’s just one song. Not like she’s been asked to permanently join the band,” he tries to be the voice of reason.

Eddie just scoffs. He’s on the couch, eyes closed and hand pressed to his forehead with a third cigarette in between his fingers. He refused to believe this was happening.

“A feature and a music video,” Marianne chimes.

Jeff sighs. “You’re really not helping your case here.”

But their manager just shrugs. “There’s no case to help. Like I said, it’s a done deal. Y’all are doing this feature with America’s favourite starlet and y’all are gonna have smiles on your fucking faces in the process.” Marianne states and what she says, usually goes. “Are you hearing me, Eddie?”

Usually.

“I ain’t doing shit.”

“Eddie—” Gareth feels like it’s his turn to help the situation, but he just gets rudely interrupted.

“Shut up, Gareth! Everyone, just shut the fuck up!” Eddie’s outburst accompanies him jumping up onto his feet. He’s angry, clearly. Glaring at the group as if he’s endured the worst possible betrayal. “Last I fucking checked, this was my fucking band! I have a say in what’s a done deal and this is not one of those things!”

The boys don’t speak. They look to Marianne who seemed to always know how to calm Eddie down. She had this aura about her. Almost motherly, even though she couldn’t have been more than five years older than the Corroded Coffin frontman — an estimate as she’s never told them her actual age.

Marianne crosses the studio until she’s standing toe to toe with the curly-haired singer. He’s towering over her, but she’s got the upper hand — as always.

First, she takes the cigarette he was holding and takes a drag, crossing her arms while blowing the smoke away from his face. The silence extends from seconds to minutes, almost as if she’s daring Eddie to continue.

He doesn’t. So she clears her throat.

“Now that we’re done with the temper tantrum,” Marianne says calmly, “At risk of sounding like a complete and utter bitch, Eddie, my darlin’, you have lost your right to call this band yours after the last stunt you pulled cost the label thousands of dollars in damages. Not to mention the absolute nightmare it’s been to keep it out of the stupid tabloids.”

“I apologised—”

“Thousands of dollars, Eddie. Your apology ain’t worth shit.”

Marianne walks over to an ashtray and puts out the reminisce of the cigarette. She briefly glances between the rest of the band before settling her gaze on Eddie once again.

“The people actually in charge think this collaboration has the potential of being an absolute hit. A song played for generations to come and for once, I actually agree with them.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything. He knows deep down he has lost the argument, so he had nothing left to add.

“Guys, you gotta know y’all are my priority and I would never do anything to jeopardise your career. Ever.” Marianne reassures. The boys all say they know. All of them apart from Eddie.

He’s back on the couch. Sitting with his legs apart, elbows resting on his knees, head in his hands. Sulking and wishing he hadn’t forgotten his pouch of pre-rolled joints ‘cause he could really use one right about now.

When no one else speaks, Marianne heads for the door.

“She’ll be here tomorrow. Please be on time.”

That last part was aimed at Eddie, who in that moment lifts his head to address his manager one more time before she leaves.

“I have a question,” his tone of voice is cold, understandably so. When Marianne doesn’t protest, he continues. “How come America’s pride and joy wants to sing a song with a band often accused of devil worship?”

A smile Eddie can’t really decipher circles his manager’s lips.

“Guess you’ll just have to ask her in person.”

When a person is repeatedly told they are meant for incredible things, they may grow up with a skewed vision of life.

Thankfully, the only person that’s ever believed in you that much was your Nana and it was pretty hard to take her seriously considering her history — a lady who after an accidental pregnancy in her early-twenties, joined and later escaped a cult, then conned her way into marrying a Wall Street suit-man, before getting hooked on pills he was prescribed for some back injury he had.

The man died before he could divorce her, leaving Nana his small fortune and a property in Greenwich Village. You didn’t even know his real name since every time she’s told the story she used a different one, and also changed other minor details.

So you never thought twice about her constant, “You’re going to be a star one day, baby girl.”. In retrospect, you should have. Perhaps it would have prepared you for the world of fame and fortune you were so briskly thrown into.

“Mom, please don’t fill her head with jargon. She’s just going to end up disappointed.”

That’s not to say your parents weren’t also supportive of your dreams. They were, although they believed them to be much smaller at scale, a nurse perhaps, an astronaut at best. Definitely not a popstar sensation and America’s sweetheart.

Your parents met at a charity function your Nana was a co-chair at and instantly clicked. Love at first sight, is how it was described in the paper for their engagement announcement not even a month later. Married shortly after and their first baby was born exactly a year later. Billy Wilder couldn’t write that shit even if he tried.

You always wanted to experience that kind of love.

The longing you endured every time you saw your parents interact was the reason you started writing poetry. Words a little too deep for a ten-year old girl to have actually experienced, but they felt right. By the time you were old enough to actually pursue a romantic relationship, you filled countless notebooks with poems that had actually turned into lyrics after your Nana encouraged to sponsor your piano lessons at age twelve and later guitar.

Ironic, really. Not meant to believe in your own potential success, but destined to think your happiness depended on somebody else.

Shortly after your twenty-first birthday, your Nana asked you to perform at one of her functions. A simple wish you had gratified many times before.

“But you only sing the covers, okay? The material in your notepads is reserved for when you’re famous.” Nana would request, mainly ‘cause she liked when you sang Dusty Springfield.

This particular event started out like every other. What you didn’t know however, in the crowd, amongst the usual New York elite, were a few agents and talent scouts your Nana specifically invited to see you perform.

By the end of the night, you had a signed record deal.

A week later, you were in the studio.

Lucky doesn’t begin to describe how you felt at that time. Although knowing your Nana, luck had nothing to do with it.

After the release of your debut single, you rocketed into overnight stardom. Quickly charting in various top lists, only proving your Nana had always been right. As a result, the late 80s were in fact a blur. The years were spent shooting music videos and various magazine covers, doing TV and radio interviews, touring, all on top of releasing more music. Aside from the casual hookup every now and again, carefully concealed with an NDA to preserve your image, finding love took a backburner.

By the 1990s, you’d gone from being America’s sweetheart to a worldwide phenomenon.

It was at that point in time you remembered why you started writing poems in the first place. Completely by accident, as these things usually go.

While your life remained in New York, given your profession, you often travelled to Los Angeles. Late August of 1992, to be a bit more precise, there was this pool party you really had no business attending.

Holly — your makeup artist, close friend, and permanent plus one — used her perfectly manicured finger to stir the melting ice-cubes at the bottom of her glass. She said something about getting a refill, but you barely registered. Simply nodded at her words before pressing the glass you were holding to your lips. Your focus was somewhere else. Rather on someone else.

As Holly stood, you reach for her forearm and motion your head in the direction you wanted her to look in.

“Who’s that?” A simple question that ended up changing the remainder of your life.

Holly smirked. She turned back to you and you forced yourself to look away from the person in question, meeting your friends eyes instead.

“Seriously?”

You furrowed your brows at her reaction, as if to say you really had no idea, and her gaze widened slightly when she realised you weren’t kidding.

“That’s Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin, remember I played you some of their songs? Anyway, this is his house, his party.”

With that, she took the half-empty drink from my grasp and walked away.

Eddie Munson, the name suited him, at least at face value. You had heard of Corroded Coffin before, but their music wasn’t really your style, hence why you never really bothered to learn anything more about them. Yet now, here you were, wishing you had cared a little more in the past ‘cause perhaps you’d have the courage to walk up to their frontman.

Eddie wore a black bandana, tied loosely only to shield him from the sun as his brown locks draped over his bare shoulders. A wide collection of ink art covered almost every inch of the skin on his arms and chest, legs too, at least the parts that weren’t covered by ripped denim shorts. There was a cigarette between his lips and it remained in position even while he was laughing. He was pretty. Judging by the crowd of girls around him, you weren’t the only one to notice.

Exhaling softly, you abandoned your spot on one of the lounge chairs and embarked on a mission to find Holly, or at least something else to drink. The back door to the house is open, so without really thinking, you slipped inside, straight into the kitchen.

Pristine. The entire space. Almost as if no one's ever cooked here, which now that you knew the owner, made sense. Not to completely judge a book by its cover, but Eddie didn’t look like the type of guy who enjoyed cooking all that much.

“The house is off limits.”

A deep voice startled you. Jumping in your spot, you hit a corner of the stone centre island as you turned to address the person who walked in. Oh shit.

Eddie Munson’s eyes locked onto your frame, now that you are facing him fully. He licked his lips rather shamelessly as his gaze travelled the length of your bare legs and continued upwards until it reached your own. A shiver ran down your spine in the process ‘cause even though you were practically fully dressed, you felt completely naked.

“Sorry,” you were quick to apologise, “I was just looking for my friend.”

“The house is off limits,” Eddie repeated as he took a few steps closer.

“Again, I’m sorry. I really was just looking for someone,” you said and it was the truth, whether he believed it or now. “What are— What are you doing?”

“You’re bleeding.”

You glanced down at where his ring-clad fingers now met your skin, a tissue paper you didn’t even realise he grabbed, wrapped between them. He wiped slowly. His touch was soft, gentle even, which was surprising to you given his demeanour.

“Wow, yeah. Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break into your house and then bleed in your kitchen.”

Eddie chuckled at your words. “You apologise a lot. Is that part of this act they have you doin’ or is it genuine?”

“Act?”

He nodded then straightened his posture. He tossed the dirty tissue to the side before taking your hand and leading you out of the kitchen. The way your fingers aligned together quite perfectly should’ve come with a warning sign, but you didn’t really think about that in the moment, more concerned with the fact he was pulling you away from the party.

“Where are we going?”

“Bathroom. Can’t have you bleeding out in my kitchen, sweetheart.” Eddie joked lightheartedly. “Plus wouldn’t want anyone taking a sneaky picture of us. Could start a bunch of nasty rooms. Good for my career, not so much yours.”

“Because of my act?”

“You get it.”

The master bedroom, you assume, is a lot larger in comparison to yours. A lot darker too, though that’s a given considering your opposite styles. Eddie was careful to lock the door behind the two of you before pointing to the bathroom and following after you.

“Sit.”

You obliged without question, positioning yourself on the sink. Eddie failed to conceal a ‘cause he didn’t think you’d do as you were told without putting up at least a bit of a fight. After all, he was a stranger with a reputation for doing ungodly things when alone with girls, but with your legs dangling off the edge, you didn’t seem tense or scared. In fact, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d say you were quite comfortable and he liked it. So with a smile still circling his lips, he began his search for the first aid kit he knew he saw here last.

“Why do you think it’s an act?”

Eddie glanced at you briefly. There is a sense of urgency in your question, almost as if his answer, his opinion, actually mattered to you. Which it did. For whatever reason, his response had the potential to hurt you. If he thought you weren’t genuine, it would hurt you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you want my honesty.”

You half-scoffed. “Actually, I don’t remember the last time someone was actually honest with me about anything relating to my career.”

The answer shocked him a little. Then again it made sense. In the eyes of your management team and label, you were a money making machine. Nothing more than a pretty face with a pretty voice they used to make themselves rich.

“Even my own parents,” you continued, fidgeting with the bottom of your cotton shorts. “They were so adamant not to let my grandmother fill my head with hopes and dreams while I was growing up, but the second those hopes and dreams came true, it’s like they forgot they were still my parents and should sometimes be brutally honest.”

Pausing, you bit down on your bottom lip. From across the bathroom, Eddie's gaze immediately trailed down your face and settled on where your teeth sank into flesh. He licked his own, eyes darkening for a split second.

“Sorry, I’m oversharing,” you muttered, breaking him away from any sinful thoughts that wanted to break free. “Telling you my life story even though not even thirty minutes ago, I didn’t know your name.”

Eddie smirked, a cheshire-cat grin spreading across his features. “The only thing you should be apologising for, sweetheart, is the fact you came to my party and didn’t know who I was.”

“I get invited to a lot of parties,” you defended, involuntarily rolling your eyes at his not so subtle cockiness. “Suppose you think all the girls swoon at the chance to be near you, huh? Sorry to disappoint, I guess.”

“Well, shit. Talk about brutal honesty.” Eddie teased and ran a hand through his locks, taking off his bandana in the process. “Now I feel like a fucking creep ‘cause I seem to know quite a bit about you.”

“Whatever you know is clearly wrong since I’m not some character,” you interjected and he glanced at you once again. “I mean my whole thing wasn’t an act at first.”

“And now?”

You sighed. “It’s a little more complicated.”

That made him laugh. “See, that’s why I don’t let my label or management tell me shit. My band, my music, my style. If I wasn’t unapologetically myself, I’d go fucking insane.”

He eventually found the first aid kit and the plasters within. Back in front of you, he gently wiped the cut on your upper leg again, only this time with a wet towel, and carefully put a plaster over it.

“All done.”

“Thank you.”

His hand remained on your skin as he looked up to hold your gaze. In the sharp bathroom light, you realised just how perfectly brown his eyes are and you couldn’t help but wonder if anyone’s ever told him that. You secretly hoped they didn’t. A little lame, but you found yourself wanting to be at least his first something.

Eddie on the other hand, thought about how of all the people here tonight, he wound up alone with you. Pop royalty. American treasure. A girl that’s graced the cover of magazines and been on talk shows he would never feature on. A girl who sold millions of copies of songs he wouldn’t be caught dead listening to. A girl so vastly different from him, it only made him want you more.

Continuing to stare deep into his chocolate-button eyes, you lifted your arm and since Eddie didn’t flinch, you proceeded to loop a loose strand of his hair around your finger then let it go. Eddie’s heart jumped into his throat as you repeated the action — a sensation he’s never really experienced before.

How come you had this hold on him, seemingly out of nowhere? A simple smile and a modest tease had his mind racing. Not to mention the softness of your skin under his grasp you didn’t try to break away from. Perhaps that was it. You didn’t push him away. You also didn’t throw yourself at him. Those were the two extremes he usually experienced. Knowing you had just about learned who he was before the two of you landed in this situation was a refreshing change from the people usually breaking into his house.

“We can go back to the party, since you’re all patched up.” Eddie offered, though his actions betrayed his words as he effortlessly parted your legs with his knee, creating a gap he slid into perfectly.

“What’s the alternative?” You asked in a whisper.

“Whatever you want it to be,” he murmured, face now inches away from yours. A genuine smile graced your features as you wrapped your arms around the rockstars neck.

It may have moved a little too fast, though there were no complaints from either of you at the time. In fact, you both welcomed it. Losing yourself completely in the moment and this magnetic pull you felt towards one another was freeing. A spark ignited with a touch, then a kiss — and fuck was Eddie Munson a good kisser.

His lips were tender, although his actions were rather harsh. Desperate even, as he squeezed your jaw with one hand and pushed his mouth into yours further. You returned the same energy, aching to be even closer. Heads rotating in perfect rhythm, you tugged at his hair and he groaned against your mouth at the slight pressure then lightly bit your bottom lip to force his tongue down your throat.

He tasted of tobacco and whiskey. Normally that kind of shit puts you off, but with Eddie, it was honestly intoxicating. He quickly asserted dominance, tongue intertwining itself with yours as his ring-clad fingers dug into your flesh. You moaned into his mouth. The flame inside you burning brighter with every passing second.

Eddie’s head was spinning. He pulled apart briskly, only to catch his breath before he dipped his head to your neck. Licking then biting, sucking and kissing. Both his hands were back on your waist and they effortlessly pulled you closer towards him, the bulge concealed by his denim shorts now pressing against your bare thigh.

His name escaped you repeatedly in mere whispers and whimpers, and you felt Eddie’s mouth turn up into a smirk against your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t stop makin’ them pretty noises for me.”

“Then don’t stop kissing me.”

A request he gladly obliged as his lips found yours once again. This kiss was slower than your first, but equally as passionate. His strong hands moved up, under the loose cover of your shirt until he reached your underboob.

“I was gonna complain about you wearing so much clothes to a fucking pool party, but…” Eddie draws out the last syllable as his thumbs grazes over your hard nipples. “... this way is so much better, sweetheart.”

“Then keep going,” you whisper, body screaming with desire, aching for more. Begging to be touched. Begging to be turned into a fire, tipped off with gasoline.

This was a dangerous game you were playing, getting hooked on a man you had only really met. A rockstar at that. Your lives, although borderline the same, were completely different. Your gut kept telling you there was no future here, but your heart didn’t care. You’ve gotten an accidental taste of Eddie Munson and you only wanted more.

Thankfully, it seemed like Eddie had the same idea.

He removes his hands from your breasts and drops them down to the waistband of your shorts. He kissed you again as his fingers desperately worked at the single button acting as a guard between him and what he wanted most this very moment.

“Can you lift yourself for a moment, sweetheart?”

You do as you’re told, allowing Eddie to slide the shorts past the curve off your ass, before letting them fall down your legs and to the tiled floor. His dark eyes meet yours as he grabs onto your thighs, squeezing at the flesh. And he holds your gaze while his fingers work their way upwards. You don’t realise you’re holding your breath until he’s pulling your panties to the side.

Oh. Oh.

Eddie’s running a finger up and down the length of your slit, proud to feel how soaked you already were. The light teasing continued as he added another finger and you flinched at the first contact to your clit. He was relentless. Taking his time as you tried to arch your pelvis into his fingers, only to be met with a hand around your jaw, “Stop that.”

Releasing your face, he stroked his fingers downward, then up again, finally letting a finger linger on the hood of your clit. He began to draw little circles so that the skin moved over the head, rhythmically exposing and covering it.

“Eddie…” you drawled and he groaned at the sound of his name in your desperate tone of voice. So he didn’t waste any more time, slipped two ring-clad fingers easily between your folds and you shuddered at the cold of the metal. He repeated the action over and over, faster and applying more pressure with each time.

His mouth found yours once again, only this time he didn’t kiss you. Not really. Instead, his teeth latched onto your bottom lip and as you whined desperately while his curled fingers repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside you, he bit down harder.

He fucked his fingers in and out of you. It was messy, rough, ecstatic. Then your back arched as he used his other hand to rub against your clit.

“Oh shit, fuck. Eddie, please don’t stop…”

You let your head fall backwards, eyes closing. Within seconds, a shuddering orgasm overcame you, but with steady control, Eddie kept going for what seemed like a minute. Only once you began to relax, he eased his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

“How you doin’, sweetheart?”

A content hum was all you could offer. Satisfied, Eddie smiled to himself and placed a sloppy kiss to the slant of your jawline.

“Are you okay to keep going?”

You looked back at him then and bopped your head once, slowly. “Yeah… Yes.”

His devilish grin widened. “Good girl. Hold tight.”

Hands shifting to the curve of your ass as you wrapped your legs tight around him, Eddie lifted you up with little to no effort and carried you towards the bed. He didn’t take much care to drop you gently so you bounced against the mattress while he hastily removed his pants and crawled over you, grinding down into you — unsurprising, he’d gone commando.

He began to rotate his hips so that his cock was massaging back and forth across your semi-clothed cunt. He alternated his movements; sometimes slowed them down while other times increasing speed. His lips were glued to your neck in the moment, only adding to the pure exhilaration you were experiencing, while he worked to unbutton your shirt, spreading it to the side.

Forehead pressed yours, he glanced down briefly to admire your now naked chest. Your nipples were rapidly erect as Eddie proceeded to move his hands around them, massaging the tissue of your breasts. With splayed fingers, he squeezed and released, then lightly pulled the flesh, while his teeth attached themselves to your earlobe.

The teasing was relentless. “Eddie… Oh Eddie, please,” you whined quietly and another moan escaped your lips, louder this time.

The brunette on top of you groaned a mere second later. Unable to contain himself any longer, he tugged at your panties. Just as eager, you lifted your ass so he could slide the remaining garment off and toss it. Now you were naked in front of him, only the cotton shirt covering your arms.

“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie whispered and lightly ran his fingers up and down your leg, while the other hand reached to cup your cheek. He leaned down to kiss you again. “My pretty girl.”

Heat rushed between your legs at the moniker. They parted a little more, desperate to increase the contact between the two of you.

“Let me grab a condom,” Eddie muttered against your bare skin and you nodded, releasing your hold on him momentarily ‘cause you didn’t want any accidental pregnancies with a potential to ruin your career, and even his.

Staring up at the ceiling, you heard him rummage through his bedside table. He’s back in your field of vision within seconds. There’s a look on his face that reads “are you sure you wanna do this”, and you tangle your fingers in his locks in response, pulling him closer.

Eddie lets his cock fall between your parted legs. He’s back to teasing you as he’s spreading your folds with the head of his dick, until it flicks over your clit. And you tug at his curls in the process, but he doesn’t care. A lustful look in his eyes. One that says, I can do this all night. Which he proves as the tip of his cock dragged across the entrance to your glistening cunt. Your legs would close slightly as if to trap it in that position. Eddie however, remained in full control.

“Please, please…” you begged against his hot mouth, “Please just fuck me. Fuck me, Eddie.”

He smirked. “Didn’t think America’s starlet was such a desperate fucking slut.”

With that, Eddie slammed the full length of his cock into you. No longer teasing. He was driving into your sodden cunt with a force that shook your entire body. His now glistening cock plunging in and out of you with ease. You were meeting his thrusts as best as you could while trapped under his massive frame.

To say you were experiencing a state of ecstasy you had never known before while fucking a man you’d only met an hour or so ago, would be a vast understatement. You felt dizzy and breathless as each stroke of his thick cock against your walls ignited the fire already burning bright. The sounds you were making were absolutely pornographic and in that moment, you were grateful Eddie locked the door ‘cause if anyone from the party were to come looking for him, or you, well let’s just say Page Six would have something interesting to write about, for once. This was a site to be seen.

Eddie leaned forward on his elbows, not like it was possible to be any closer but he sure as hell tried. One of his hands enveloped itself around your neck, while the other found your perfect tits. He alternated, kneading them and teasing your nipples, earning another sweet moan to escape through your parted lips. Then he lightly squeezed your neck and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Such a pretty girl,” Eddie muffled into your ear. “Fuck, baby. I don’t know what you’ve done to me. Just wanna fuck you forever.” He meant it. Your pussy felt amazing wrapped around his cock. Better than he imagined. Better in fact than anyone he’d ever been with.

The room was filled with sick sounds, from the squeaking of the bed, Eddie’s grunts and gruffs, to the pounding your aching cunt was receiving. You had completely given yourself over to the rawness of the situation, although it’s not like you had any inhibitions in the first place.

As Eddie continued to whisper dirty things into your ear, the length of his shaft sliding in and out of you with unnatural force, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, muffling only slightly your increasing guttural groans with each of his thrusts. And as your fingers abandoned his locks, trailing instead down his back, fingernails digging into his tattooed skin, you knew another climax was fast approaching.

“Eddie,” you barely muttered.

“Come on, baby. That’s it. Shit—”

He’s panting as he squeezes your neck again, recreating the pressure your throbbing cunt was feeling. That pushed you over the edge. Everything falls to a standstill as you come undone around him, crying out his name as if he was some sort of god; which in this moment, he might as well have been.

He didn’t give you a second to recover, continuing to fuck into you with such heedlessness, his own orgasm follows shortly after. He dropped on top of you and you gasped at the next few sharp thrusts, although slower than before right up until he cums.

“Fuck— Pretty girl, takes me so well.” Eddie breathed, completely blissed out.

The two of you lay there for a few moments longer, trying to catch your breaths. Everything was quite peaceful as you brushed his hair away from his face, gently forcing him to look at you. You offer him a smile. One he returns quite gladly.

Usually at this point, Eddie’s doing everything he can to get rid of the other person, but with you it felt different. He wanted you here for as long as you’d stay.

So, even though he didn’t admit it out loud, he was more than a little happy when you openly asked if you could “stick around” a little longer, maybe even fall asleep with him that night.

The last time Eddie had seen you, you were picking up your scattered garments off his bedroom floor before getting dressed. It was early. Too early for him, but you had a shoot you needed to get to and he wanted to kiss you goodbye.

“Promise not to break into any more houses, sweetheart.” Eddie teased against your plush lips, hand cupping your cheek.

“Just yours,” you teased back and kissed him, then again, and again. “I’ll call you later, ‘kay?”

He almost didn’t let you go. He almost pulled you back under the covers for round three and four, and when you didn’t call his place later that day, he kinda wished he had. He hung around by the phone waiting for it to ring, then he felt pathetic for doing so.

The last time Eddie heard from you was a week later. He was back at the studio, working on a song he didn’t want to admit to his bandmates was actually about you. A girl he had no business being hung up on.

It was just one night, he would tell himself, but it was no use.

“Eddie,” Marianne hailed him and pointed to the phone, “Phone call for you.”

The curly-haired rocker exhaled a puff of smoke and picked up the receiver. “Hello. Who’s this?”

“Hey, sorry.”

His heart stopped ‘cause he recognised that voice anywhere. He shifted in his position, turning his back on the rest of the people gathered in the room just so they wouldn’t be able to read the expression on his face — longing.

“I know I said I’d call the second I finished at that shoot, but it went well into the night and honestly I just worried I'd wake you,” you explained. “Then I had a morning flight back to New York, a luncheon my grandmother had me attend plus some other family shit… Anyway, I just wanted to call and apologise, hope you’re not too upset with me.”

He was upset. Although the knowledge of that was a power he couldn't relinquish. Usually, he wasn't the one waiting around for the other person. He was upset he let you cloud his thoughts after only one night — as fucking fun as it may have been.

“It’s okay,” Eddie lied, 'cause it was easier than to say he missed you. “Honestly, sweetheart, I forgot you even said you’d call.”

There was a second of silence in which the rock star closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing while you fought back tears he didn’t even know he caused.

“Right. I guess honesty is what I asked for…” you muttered coldly. “See you around, Eddie.”

The line went dead. Beep. Beep. Beep. Eddie pressed the receiver to his forehead, his grip around it tightening. “Motherfucker—”

“All good?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah man,” Eddie lied again before turning back to the group. “Just some one night stand who mixed up the signals a little. Thought we’d be going out a second time, but I don’t do that shit.”

Not even one year later, that same exact “one night stand” stood in front of Eddie once more and you looked even better than that night last August. Your skin was glowing, or perhaps that was just the dim studio light. Your makeup was definitely a lot sharper and it only highlighted your already near perfect facial structure. Then there was your outfit. Dressed in a short denim skirt, tight on your curves and held snug in place around your waist with a belt he knew was more expensive than anything he’s ever owned, the bottom was paired with a white cashmere turtleneck, short sleeved and cut right above your belly button.

Eddie swallowed thickly. He swore he’d gotten over whatever spell you put him under back then, but as you greeted his bandmates with the biggest smile on your face, looking as good as you did, his heart skipped a beat or two.

“And our frontman, Eddie Munson.” Marianne introduced, glancing at Eddie with an encouraging look on her face.

The curly-haired man wiped his sweaty palms on the sticky pleather of his pants and extended his right hand in your direction. You looked at it briefly, the smile on your face faltering.

“We’ve met before,” is all you said, without even looking at him once, before turning to Marianne. “Should we just get started? I listened to the song, I have no notes, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

Marianne glanced at Eddie then back at you. “Uhm, yeah, sure. Of course. Right this way.”

Eddie’s sad puppy-dog gaze followed you across the room. He observed silently as Marianne propped you in front of the microphone and handed you a set of headphones. He desperately wanted you to look at him. He wanted your eyes to lock with his ‘cause perhaps an unspoken apology offered only by a single exchange of glances would be enough to get you on the right track. But you didn’t.

“What the fuck did you do?” Gareth muttered next to him.

“I fucked up, man.” Eddie answered honestly this time. “Fucked up pretty bad.”

Gareth knew better than to press on the matter further, especially in front of everyone else, so he gently smacked Eddie’s back instead. It was a silent set of condolences, one Eddie definitely didn’t deserve since this was all his fault.

The band had all taken their places. Jesus Christ, he was really in for an unbearable day and he had no one to blame but himself. Sighing silently, Eddie crossed the studio and stood at the microphone, placed only a feet away from yours.

He stole another glance. You still refused to look at him, focusing instead on the carpet between your feet, hands on your hips.

“You know what I’m gonna say,” Marianne began, “But the day I don’t say it, is gonna be the day we make a shit piece of art so, here goes: good luck and have some fucking fun!” Then she disappeared into the other room, behind the glass.

An unsettling silence filled the air.

Usually Eddie would take the lead, but he found himself incapable. His attention was solely focused on you. Every inch of him wanted to shout, beg for any sort of acknowledgement. You continued to give him nothing and he thought you weren’t ever going to look at him again.

But then you did and frankly, that was much worse.

“Honesty, take one,” you said into the microphone while staring deadpan at the rockstar beside you. Confirming, without saying much else, that you knew this song he wrote was in fact about you.

part two

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson story #eddie munson drabble #celebrity skin.

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01zfan · 8 months ago

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alright i don’t know why you guys have made me the face of ot6 briize but i’m going to give you guys my thoughts on the situation that you clearly want very badly. i have been into kpop for a very long time. i will say two main things about this boycott.

the first is that i have genuinely never seen such a strange group of toxic solo stans/akgaes that hate on the groups fans and lowkey shade members under the guise of “loving all the members/trying to protect them”.

this boycott campaign is genuinely just solo stans mad that their bias isn't being treated the way they want. if this was truly about the wellbeing of riize, we would be demanding for sm to give them better security at airports so they don't get mobbed. we would've been urging sm to take legal action against malicious comments earlier. we would be demanding better preparations for their comebacks like getting an actual mini instead of a bunch of singles. but none of that is happening.

instead, there's this weird "i don't like the rest of riize because there's no seunghan" vibe about the boycott. like why are individual member activities suffering because of this? why are we swearing at the members online, saying things like sungchan doesn't care about riize, the rest of riize are fake except for eunseok, etc. why are we bullying and bothering briize not participating in the boycott? for not talking about seunghan when there's literally nothing to talk about? these are things solo stans/akgaes do, not people who claim to love their group.

my second thing is that if you want to boycott riize be my guest. HOWEVER i think it is important to face the facts here. SM will not suffer from this boycott nearly as bad as riize will. they are a rookie group in a new generation, and they have an exceptional momentum going. but the industry is cutthroat and it moves fast. if this boycott is “successful,” then it will truthfully only sabotage riize and not SM. even if riize's members don’t end up losing profit, i believe a successful boycott could do insane damage to their confidence/psyche. it could also possibly effect future comebacks and their faith in fans. i’ve seen how fear of a comeback failing can harm members of a group mentally and i don’t want riize to go through that.

i support riize as a group so i'm not boycotting. i stream their music and watch their variety content and buy their merch because i like riize. this is going to ruffle some feathers but if you don't do any of those things SOLELY because your bias isn't involved than you're not a fan of the group! you are a solo stan! that is just a fact!

and telling me the boys would want me to boycott is literally insane. why are we putting words into their mouths? riize literally had a live recently damn near begging briize to stay with them and trust them. the words “we are closer as a group than you think” literally came from shotaro’s mouth...so i will choose to believe what has actually been expressed by the members instead of theory and hearsay spread by fans. if you want to boycott DO IT, but don’t try to guilt trip briize by saying the boys would want it.

all of the members have given up so much and have gone through so much to be in riize. sungchan literally dropped out of MIDDLE SCHOOL to train as an idol. eunseok dropped out and sohee turned down acceptance into a university to train. shotaro and anton literally moved away from their ENTIRE lives to pursue their dreams. you think i’m gonna make them suffer or let circumstances out of their control get in the way of THEIR success? i absolutely can't go for that i'm sorry.

and one last thing, i'm not trying to shame seunghan fans. i feel for y'all i really do. this may be perceived as snarky or rude, but this comes from a place of care. if it is so painful and upsetting stanning riize you shouldn't stan anymore. kpop is supposed to be fun! stanning a group is supposed to bring you little moments of happiness and it isn't supposed to cause so much turmoil or bad feelings! this isn't supposed to be this serious either!

also, i believe alot of my asks regarding seunghan or calling me an ot6 stem from me not writing for him. this is my account and i can post what i want. you guys can make your own account and post what you want. like you guys i'm a working class adult who posts little fics, lets remember that! i write for fun and to share it with people who wanna read it. i don't know why this account has gotten this crazy, or how i've made people so mad. you do not have to follow me or this account if this is an issue. i understand and i would much rather not have these asks or this energy on my page anymore.

#talkingz

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blackkatmagic · 1 year ago

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Xanatos/Cody - Love at 1st Snark

“Oh, stars and stupid little birds,” Obi-Wan says, entirely exasperated. “Why did it have to be you?”

Cody raises his head from where he’s been trying to chew through the gag. Anything that can get his general sounding like that promises to be entertaining, to say the least.

“It’s pronounced thank you, little brother,” a posh-sounding voice—no Coruscanti accent, but something more liquid, a lot less Core, which is interesting—says, precisely aimed to cause maximum irritation. “And I take payment in credits or peggats, whichever you have on you at the moment.”

“I'm naked,” Obi-Wan says, offended. “Clearly I don’t have any credits, Xanatos—”

“A shame. I suppose I’ll have to leave you to Hondo, then.” Steps sail past Obi-Wan’s cell, and there's a curse, the sound of struggling, but they don’t turn back. Cody raises a brow, and a moment later the fancy bastard who matches the voice sweeps around to the door of his cell, raises a lightsaber with a gleaming white blade, and brings it down sharply. The door thumps down flat, and Xanatos steps over it, then sweeps a look over Cody, brows rising.

“Well hello,” he says. He purrs, and Cody levels a brow right back. It makes Xanatos grin, sauntering into the cell.

“He doesn’t have any credits either, Xanatos!” Obi-Wan calls from the other cell, annoyed.

“For him I’ll make an exception, and rescue him out of the goodness of my heart,” Xanatos calls back, smirking at the sound of offense it gets him. Sinking down to one knee, he pulls a very nice knife from his sleeve, then leans in to cut through Cody's gag, and then says, “You will be repaying my altruism, I presume. You don’t seem as rude as Obi-Wan.”

Cody doesn’t laugh, just leans to the side so he can spit the gag out, then says, “Of course. Wouldn’t want anyone’s altruism to be without some kind of benefit, right?”

“Obi-Wan!” Hondo says, loudly and delightedly, from the next cell. “My friend, you seem to be in a bind! Perhaps this old pirate can help you out?”

“If my choices are you or him, you’d be my first choice every time, Captain,” Obi-Wan says sincerely.

Xanatos rolls his eyes, moving to deactivate Cody's binders. “I don’t know why I bother,” he says. “This whole family is a nightmare. I should have run away when I was fifteen and joined a circus.”

“You’d make a beautiful clown,” Cody tells him gravely, and surprise washes over his face for an instant before he laughs.

“Thank you, I like to think so too.” Getting a hand under Cody's arm, he tugs him to his feet, then asks, “Every limb still attached?”

“All the important ones,” Cody says mildly. “Commander Cody, thanks for the save.”

It gets him a lazy smile, full of intent. “Xanatos, with the 501st, but I think you can call me whatever you like.”

If this is the Jedi Rex has been refusing to introduce Cody to, Cody's going to have to turn Rex upside down and dunk his head in dye or something. “Yeah? That include—?”

“Cody. You don’t even know where he’s been.”

“Sorry, General,” Cody says, not sorry at all. When Xanatos sweeps his fur-trimmed cloak off and offers it, he takes it with dignity, slinging it around his shoulders.

“Well now,” Xanatos says, and that smirk is an invitation. “That’s quite the look, Commander. Makes me want to lay you down in front of a roaring fireplace—”

“Xanatos.”

“I think if we keep scandalizing the general, he might have a coronary,” Cody says gravely. “Be a shame to rob Hondo of his company.”

“You’re right, of course.” Xanatos offers Cody his arm, and, wholly amused, Cody takes it like he’s a senator at a fancy gala. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I'm going to toss you out an airlock,” Obi-Wan says crossly, limping down the corridor to join them. Hondo has one of Obi-Wan’s arms pulled over his shoulder, and his hat is askew. “You’d better not have dragged Feemor along—”

“Oh no, my dear padawan brother,” Xanatos says airily. “I brought Qui-Gon.”

Obi-Wan blanches, at in the same moment, something distant explodes, shaking the whole base.

“Time to run,” Xanatos advises Cody, and takes off, hauling Cody right along with him.

#my writing #kat drabbles #codyxan #commander cody #xanatos #obihondo #obi wan kenobi #hondo ohnaka #star wars

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trickstarbrave · 1 year ago

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i got tagged by @your-talos-is-problematic and @boethiahspillowbook for wip wednesday

uhhhhhh i still have not been writing in order. i NEED to get around to writing the next actual chapter but all i do is throw out a sentence or two for this scene. OTL

tagging. whoever wants to do it since wednesday is almost over/over. let me see ur wips

anyways here it is

“What do you think you’re doing?” Voryn questioned him, venom in his voice. Nerevar blinked up at him, confused.

“Nothing…?” He hadn’t done anything, had he? If she was talking to him and he needed to respond, Voryn would have prodded him to answer. As for saving him from the awkward conversation, there wasn’t much Nerevar could do without being called out as rude and ungrateful for being invited to the celebration at all.

“You just stood there and let that woman flirt with me!” He was trying to keep his voice hushed, but he was still clearly angry.

“What did you want me to do?” Nerevar questioned him. “Tell her to stop? Throw a fit and cause a scene?”

“Yes!” Voryn replied. “I’m your lover for Boethia’s sake. If there was any time to throw a fit and tell someone off it would be while they were flirting with your lover in front of you!”

“And what would that have done?” Nerevar looked away. “I’d just embarrass you—”

“How would you be embarrassing me if I’m asking you to do it?”

“Maybe not now, but later—”

“What do you mean by ‘later’?” Voryn grabbed him by the chin, forcing Nerevar to look at him. “Nerevar,”

Nerevar couldn’t hide the hurt and uncertainty in his eyes, something made clear when Voryn looked like he had all the wind knocked out of him. With a heavy, weary sigh Nerevar set his almost empty glass of brandy down. He wanted to have this conversation at another time, hopefully when their relationship was on its last legs and it would sting less. But it seemed they needed to have it now.

“You know we can’t be together forever, Voryn.” Nerevar’s voice was soft, as he gently took Voryn’s hands.

“What in oblivion are you talking about?” Voryn stared at him like he had gone mad.

“You know your house won’t agree to our marriage, Voryn.” Voryn opened his mouth to argue, but Nerevar continued. “You can fight it all you want, keep arguing with your brothers and the councilmen, but eventually you’ll get tired of fighting. You’ll have more important things to worry about, responsibilities to carry out.” It wasn’t like Nerevar liked this fact; he had just grown to accept it.

“I… I don’t like seeing you fight with your brothers, Voryn.” Nerevar was going to be honest here, a little heart to heart with Voryn. He’d make it clear he wasn’t pushing Voryn away because he didn’t want him, but rather because Nerevar knew he couldn’t give Voryn what he deserved. “Besides, what could I even give you?” Nerevar forced a laugh, trying to make the conversation a bit lighter, but his voice only came out sounding broken. “I’m not welcome in my own house. I don’t really have a family. I can’t give you children…” He brought one of Voryn’s hands up to kiss it softly, blinking away the tears in his eyes. “It’s not that I want to say goodbye to you, I just know… Love isn’t enough, is it?” A few tears did fall, despite Nerevar trying hard not to let them, another broken laugh escaping his lips. “You deserve better than me, Voryn.”

The anger Voryn felt swiftly faded as he realized how serious Nerevar was. His sweet, beautiful Nerevar thought he was only dragging Voryn down. He thought he was on limited time, and eventually Voryn would grow sick of him and leave him behind. He was bracing himself for the crushing heartbreak, ready to all but kill himself with the pain of losing Voryn just so Voryn could be happy.

#moon and star spoilers

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krashing-starz · 2 years ago

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It's the Holiday Season

AN: Happy Holidays! This fic is a gift for @readingrizzo as a part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange! Please enjoy this multichapter fic of different aliens enjoying different holidays either here or on AO3!

Chapter 1: Vow Renewals

Ranboo could tell when Philza came into everyone’s line of sight. Tommy straightened his posture, Techno let out a breath of air, Tubbo’s wings started buzzing, and Wilbur stopped his fidgeting. In less than a tick everyone was on their feet and running to where Phil stood, fresh off of the shuttle.

All Ranboo wanted to do was to reach through the space that separated them and Phil, to cut a hole, take that final step and get into Phil’s arms before anyone else. Instead (remembering what happened the last time Ranboo teleported around Phil without warning) Ranboo pushes Tommy and Tubbo to try and get there first.

Of course, none of them get there first. Halfway through their pushing contest turns into a wrestling one and Ranboo watches as Wilbur launches himself into Phil’s arms while he tumbles to the ground under Tubbo’s tackle.

Ranboo (knowing when a fight is futile and liking this outfit a bit too much to ruin it) wriggles his way out of the wrestling match Tommy and Tubbo have now fully committed to. As the two shout insults in their native languages, Ranboo pushes themselves up and takes the last few steps to where Phil is now hugging Techno as well.

Upon spotting him Phil sticks out his arm and gestures at Ranboo to join the ongoing hug. Techno and Wilbur make room for them and Ranboo gently wraps his arms around Phil, placing their head on top of Phil’s hat. A couple ticks later and Ranboo is gently pushed aside so Tubbo and Tommy (having finished their fight) can wriggle their way into the group hug.

Surrounded by his crew mates Phil lets out a sharp chirp, clearly pleased to be back with his friends. In response Phil got hums, vwoops, rumbles, clicks, and some muttered English. Giving a short laugh Phil chirped again, getting more hums and vwoops and rumbles and clicks and English causing him to chirp again and yeah, this reunion was going to take awhile.

***

Ranboo, being the type of Enderman they were, did not like to ask questions about different cultures. It seemed rude and probing if he was to ask every question they ever had about different species. If there was something he was confused about they could turn to the books in the library for an answer.

Tommy did not have this qualm and was ruthlessly interrogating Phil on his vacation/renewal. Phil (despite being very tired by the looks of things) opted to answer the human’s questions as best he could.

“But if you’ve already done vow exchanges why do you need renewals?”

“It’s Elytrain culture,”

“But what’s the significance of the renewal?”

“It’s…It’s important because Elytrains live very long lives, we have the 73rd longest life span in the universe. Vow renewals only happen once every 50 Elytrain years and are a chance for you to either continue a relationship or break it off.”

Tommy leaned back into his seat, seemingly pleased with the answer. He was however chewing on the inside of his cheek, a sure fire sign that Tommy had many more questions to ask about the universe.

“What about everyone else?”

“You want to know about other relationship types?” Wilbur had turned around to face Tommy.

“Yeah,” Tommy did a “nod”.

“Well, Phantoms don’t believe in long term relationships, or didn’t I suppose. Our species is rather delicate and it was common for us to die early on. Because of that many Phantoms don’t like developing long term relationships and our governments don’t officiate any of them. But things are safer now and with every generation it’s said Phantoms are having longer relations with others.”

Tommy gave a solemn “nod” to Wilbur, as if approving his answer.

“We also don’t have official relationships,” Tubbo, always excited to learn and share, was next to speak up. “Instead we have combs. It’s other Beelings you live with or nearby. They vary in size and dynamic but it’s expected that everyone has a comb at one point in their life.”

“Your combs can vary in sizes?” Ranboo leaned over Tommy to get a better look at Tubbo.

“Yeah? Do Enderians have something different?”

“We have hauntings, which vary in size, but our key relationships are called our Twelve.” they held up his 12 fingers for extra emphasis. “The Twelve are the most important beings in your lives. They can be approved by the government or it can just be up to you. Hauntings are a combination of your immediate family, your Twelve, and other beings in your life you spend the most time with, so usually coworkers.”

“Why differentiate between the two?” Techno, who had been not-quite-fretting over Phil this whole time looked up.

“Hauntings could reach up to the hundreds back when we were nomadic. Because of that Enderians needed to differentiate between beings they’re around and beings they care about,”

“Hm, sounders are the main Piglin relationship. They’re made up of family and life partners. It’s considered rude to have a ranking or hierarchy for who you care with Piglins,”

“Humans only have two official relationships, marriage and family.” Tommy awkwardly shuffled as the crew turned to look at him. A common stim of his when he started talking about Earth. “Marriage is when you find someone who you care about deeply and want to be with for the rest of your life. Family usually refers to your parents and siblings.”

“What are non-official relationships?” Tubbo had his comm out and appeared to be taking notes for the “Ultimate Guide to Humans”.

“Friendships, mainly. Humans break down romantic and platonic relationships into a strict binary. We also have girlfriends and boyfriends which are romantic relationships a step down from marriage. Plus we have ex’s, humans who you did have a positive relationship, platonic or romantic, but don’t any more. You can also be divorced, which is when you break a marriage.”

“Wait, mate, you were giving out to me about vow renewals when all this time Humans do the same thing?” Phil, who had been watching this all happen half asleep, shot up at the notion of a “divorce”.

“We do not have the same thing! Humans don’t schedule divorces! They just happen!” Tommy seemed almost offended at the notion that divorces were like vow renewals.

“Oh! So they’re even ruder than vow renewals!”

Ranboo slumped back into his seat. This argument was likely going to take the rest of the ride and frankly, if they needed to know anything else about different species he could just look at the books in the library. Like a normal being.

***

The photos Phil brought back were filled with floating islands and an Elytrain named Kristen. When Tubbo had asked about her Phil had gone on a 20 minute ramble about how beautiful she was and how great she was and how funny and on and on. It was sickeningly sweet. Eventually he landed on a picture of two beads laying nestled on top of a plush pillow.

“Those were the promise beads we picked for each other. Kristen got me one that looks like our planet and I got her one made from an asteroid,” Reaching into his pocket Phil pulled out a long string with maybe a dozen beads on it.

“No fair,” Tubbo, who had been looking at a picture taken from the top of one of the floating islands, pouted at the sight of the beads. “I want some beads too,”

“Yeah,” Tommy hit the counter with both of his hands. Another Tommy-ism, this time meant to add impact to his statement. “Aren’t we important to you Phil?”

“Mate-”

“You heard the beings Phil,” Wilbur looks up from the photos to give Phil what could only be described as a shit-eating grin. “We are important aren’t we?”

“Of course you are but-”

“Then we deserve a ceremony” Wilbur pushed Tommy and Tubbo’s heads together before laying his on top. “Or are we nothing more than coworkers to you?”

The three, in eerie synchrony, each made a pout.

Phil looked from where the three were sitting on the right to where Techno and Ranboo were sitting on the left. His eyes were desperate for some form of back up.

“I dunno man,” Techno leaned back. “Clearly Phil doesn’t think we’re that important and we shouldn’t peer pressure him into doing anything he doesn’t want to.”

“It’s fine with me if we don’t do a ceremony but I will have to find someone else to fill in my last spot for my Twelve,” Ranboo put a finger to their lips as if thinking.

“You little shits,” Phil started scooping up the photos from the counter. “If it’s that important we’ll go looking for beads at the market we pass and swap them after,”

“Next market is in two cycles,” Tubbo nearly fell out of his chair with the excitement of how close the ceremony would be.

“Then we’ll swap in two cycles,” Phil stood up, stretching his wings out till they nearly hit the walls. “Now you guys get to work”

A chorus of “Yes captain!” and chairs pushing against the floor as everyone rushed to their stations.

***

They were still docked at port when it happened. Beads were held in drawstring bags or small boxes or sweaty palms as they waited for Phil to finish setting up. After pushing the last of the furniture away Phil looked back at the crew.

“Who’s first?”

The question was innocent but sat like lead in Ranboo’s stomach.

“I’ll go,”

Everyone pivoted to stare down Techno and their eyes tracked him across the floor as he made his way to Phil, a box clutched in his hands.

“Alright mate, I’ll go first to demonstrate and then you can follow.”

Picking up the Piglin’s hands Phil took a breath before starting.

“Technoblade, my head of security, my first mate, my friend. I make this vow to you that so long as we wish we shall be bound together and we shall carry each other with ourselves.” Phil took a pause to reach into his bag and fish out a bead. “To show my love for you I give you a bead of Piglin gold. Although I know little of Piglin culture I know how important gold is to you so please take this gift as a sign of my willingness to learn about you and your culture.”

Techno took the bead with a gentleness that shouldn't've been possible for his size and slid it onto a leather string before reaching back to grab Phil’s hands.

“Philza Minecraft, my employer, my captain, my friend. I make this vow to you that we will be bound together as long as we wish and um…”

“Carry”

“And we will carry each other with ourselves.” Techno flicked open the box to display a small gem. “To show my love for you I give you an emerald. Although I am Piglin I grew up on Hypixel where we had a tradition giving small trinkets to loved ones. Gems back home had a particular language attached to them and I remember emeralds were signifiers of friendship so I got you one to signify friendship. Um, yeah.” With that (lackluster) ending Techno handed over the bead.

“Bruh, that was so bad” Techno hid behind his hands once he reached the others.

“It was sweet,” Tubbo gave a half hearted protest and patted Techno on the arm.

“It was soft. You’re going soft on us Blade,” Tommy said while simultaneously tapping his fingers at a slightly too fast pace. (Nervous, terrified frankly, but trying to hide it because he thinks it’s stupid.)

“Then why don’t you go next,” Wilbur, always looking for a chance to antagonize Tommy, took what he saw as a chance to tease Tommy with both hands.

Tommy didn’t deem Wilbur with a response, instead going up to Phil for his ceremony as an answer.

“Mate,” Phil stuck out his hands.

“Captain,” Tommy put his hands in Phil’s.

“Tommy Innit, my apprentice, my human, my friend. I make this vow to you that so long as we wish we shall be bound together and we shall carry each other with ourselves.” Phil grabbed another bead from his bag. “To show my love for you I give you this replica of Earth… I think. It was by chance coincidence that we ever met and while I wish they never happened I cannot imagine my life without you. Please take this bead to signify my willingness to help you make a home, whether with us or by going back home.”

Tommy was taking nearly (but not quite) silent breaths as he took the bead from Phil. Shoving it onto a string Tommy squeezed his eyes tight before opening them and grabbing Phil’s hands probably a little too tight.

“Philza Minecraft, my captain, my ward, my friend. I make a vow today for as long as we both wish we shall be together and carry each other with us.” Tommy reached into his pocket. “To show my love for you I give you a bead made of wood. Back on Earth we make beads with many materials but traditionally with wood or paper and since paper is just wood beaten up and reshappen I thought I would give you wood instead. This wood definitely didn’t come from Earth but beggars can't be choosers. Please take this piece of not-Earth with you to signify my willingness to grow under your care and a sign that I have found my home here,”

Phil smiles at Tommy and Tommy smiles back through what are probably tears. Phil opens his arms and Tommy darts in for a hug before pulling away.

“Sap,” Wilbur whispers to Tommy as he joined back with the rest of the group.

“Dick,” Tommy whispered back.

“Child,”

“Old man,”

“Fuckwad,”

The crew watched with mild entertainment as Tommy and Wilbur hurled insults at each other.

“Will you go first or should I?” Tubbo had flown up slightly so he could actually talk to Ranboo.

“You can go,”

Tubbo gave Ranboo four thumbs up and made his way over to Phil.

“Which hands should I use?” Phil asked, glancing between Tubbo’s two sets of arms.

“Top,”

“Great,” a deep breath. “Tubbo Underscore, my navigation manager, my market haggler, my friend. I make this vow to you that so long as we wish we shall be bound together and we shall carry each other with ourselves.” This bead was shiny and Ranboo could make out faint engravings on its surface. “To show my love for you I give you a give you a safety signal-”

“Phil, are you saying I’m not safe,”

“No I’m-”

“I think you are!”

“-Trying to say-”

“Did you hear that guys-”

“-It's a complicated translation-”

“-Phil thinks I’m a hazard to the ship!”

“Listen here you little shit, it’s not a hazard sign or a danger sign. Safety signals back at home talk of beings who make sure safety is assured. What I’m trying to say is that you make sure we don’t die in this void!”

“Oh Phil-”

“Nope, moments over, sit down,”

“But Phil! I haven’t given you my bead!” Tubbo reached forward and grabbed Phil’s hands with both of his sets. “I simply must make my vow Phil, or I’ll perish!”

“Then get on with it,”

“Philza Minecraft, my captain, my friend, my comb member. I promise to you that we shall be bound together so long as we care to be. To show my love for you I shall give you this key.” and Tubbo pulled out a proper key. It was rusted and definitely not a bead. “Although your traditions say we should give beads, my traditions say we should give out loved ones keys to our comb. However, because we all live in a spaceship we don’t have keys to give out, so I found a cool looking one instead. Keys symbolize trust back home and I trust you more than anyone I know,”

“Thanks mate,” Phil gently took the key out of Tubbo’s hand.

“And now that the mood is restored Wilbur can go!”

“Thank you Tubbo, and now I can prove that Tommy is a sap,” Wilbur (somehow) cockly pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on to head over to Phil.

“You’re going to cry!”

“Shut it Tommy!”

“Wilbur Soot,” at the start of Phil’s vows Wilbur turned to face him. “My scientist, my friend, my son.”

“Oh shit,”

“I make this vow to you that so long as we wish we shall be bound together and we shall carry each other with ourselves and to signify my love for you I give you the traditional bead for children.” The bead in question was pale with blue and green markings on it. “This bead, commonly given from parents to children at their naming ceremony, signifies a familial relationship between two beings. Although we only joke about being a father-son duo, I have come to care for you like family and would be honored for you to carry this bead with you.”

Wilbur took the bead with trembling hands before bringing it up to his eyes, taking a moment to marvel at the weight that this bead meant. Tucking it back into his pocket Wilbur grabbed Phil’s hands.

“Philza Minecraft, my captain, my friend, and I guess my dad now.” A chuckle from those watching. “I make a vow that so long as you and I wish we shall be bound together and shall carry each other with us. To signify this I give a bead made out of Blue. An old wives tale back home says Blue shall take away sadness and suffering from those who hold it. Without getting to macabre I won’t always be here Phil, and I hate to think of you suffering because of my departure. To remedy this I give you Blue to hold and heal yourself with,”

Wilbur gently placed the small chunk of blue in Phil’s open palms before closing Phil’s hands around it. Wilbur let go and walked back to the rest of the group leaving only one person left.

Ranboo tried to look confident as he made their way over to Phil but instead felt stupid. Everyone had such thoughtful and planned out gifts. What if Phil didn’t like theirs? What if Phil didn’t have anything for him? Ranboo wasn’t sure which thought was more painful. But blacked hands still came up to grab theirs tightly and as Ranboo looked at Phil just slightly to the left of his eyes Phil only had kindness in his face.

“Ranboo Beloved, my communicator, my favorite over worrier,” Ouch. “My friend. I make this vow to you that so long as we wish we shall be bound together and we shall carry each other with ourselves. To signify this love I give you a miniature crown.” The last and final bead out of Phil’s bag was not smooth and round like the others. Its bronze luster and carefully placed jewels were reminiscent of traditional Enderian jewelry, only on a much smaller scale. “I know I read in the Ender book that most Endermen wear jewelry 24/7, I also know that our dress code doesn’t allow jewelry. Although I cannot change the dress code I shall give you this bead so you may carry your culture with you and as a symbol of my wish that you can find a balance here,”

Taking the bead out of Phil’s hand Ranboo let out a vocalization to show his approval and appreciation.

“Philza Minecraft, my captain, my friend, one of my Twelve. I make a vow we shall carry each other with us under this binding. To signify my love to you I give this bead of obsidian. Back at home it is we swap pieces of obsidian to signify who is our Twelve. This obsidian is carved out by hand and takes a long time. I did not have time to carve out obsidian for you today but this bead shall be a placeholder till the next time I go home and can get everyone a proper piece. Take this as a signifier for you position in my life as an official member of my Twelve,”

Ranboo pressed the small rock into Phil’s hand. They didn’t dare look up for fear of seeing disapproval amongst Phil’s face. Instead he watched as Phil took the bead and put it on the leather string before tying it off.

“Ranboo,” They glanced up, a slightly scared vocalization coming out. “Thanks for this,”

“Group hug!” Tommy all but jumped onto Ranboo and Phil arms pulled tight around the two.

Quickly following the human’s lead the last three members of the crew came up to tightly hold onto each other. Love penetrated every pore in the room and Ranboo basked in the glory of it.

The quiet love in the way Tommy put his face in Tubbo’s hair to avoid burning Ranboo with his tears. The loud love of the beads clutched in everyone’s palms. The soft love with the way Phil settled his wings around everyone. The hard love with the way Wilbur hugged the hardest knowing he wouldn’t be there forever. The careful love of Techno rumbling. The reckless love of Tubbo’s overwhelmed giggling. Ranboo could stay in this moment forever.

“We have to get to work guys,”

“Five more minutes,”

This hug lasted longer than the one when Phil came back.

#please reblog #dream smp fic #origins smp #origins smp fic #it's really more origins than dsmp #philza minecraft #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #tubbo_#technoblade #ranboo #send me an ask if i missed any tag!

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devildom-drabbles · 2 years ago

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Hey... so, kind of a sensitive topic here, so I totally het it if you dont want to write it!

So I just got body shamed for hours on end... it really hurt... and I kinda just wanted to imagine what the brothers would say to that, because I'm lonely and have no friends that can relate and I'm just a depressing person in general lol😅(sorry)

But anyways, after that was over, my first reaction was to look at my OM! Blanket with the brothers on it, and I looked at Mams, because I love him and he's my fave. But then, it hit me, I'm like: No, (my name)... You need fucking Asmo rn. He's gonna tell you your beautiful, not be a tsundere about it, and absolutely roast the shit out of that body shaming asshole because... it's Asmo.

So... could you do how Asmo would react to MC being fat shamed or just body shamed in general?

Tysm if you write this, but I totally understand if not!

So... Could you write what

I’m so sorry that you had to go through that, Anon. No one deserves to be body shamed, and rest assured that all the demon brothers love MC/you just as you are and would not tolerate anyone treating you like that. And yes, Asmo certainly is the best choice when you’re in need of support and straightforward compliments, especially regarding physical appearance. So, get cozy in your Obey Me! blanket, Anon, because for you and for any other MCs who experience body shaming, here comes Asmo to the rescue! 💕 Enjoy!

How would Asmodeus react to MC being body shamed?

Asmodeus would gasp dramatically upon overhearing the cruel words directed at MC’s body. The sound immediately catches the attention of not just MC and the rude individual but also those around them. Is he about to cause a scene? Absolutely. Does he care? No, because this is important, and he wants everyone to hear what he has to say.

“Excuse me?!” Asmo would declare to the rude individual, his hand poised on his chest in offense. “I did not just hear you insult the most stunning human in all the three realms! I know that my radiance alone can be blinding in anyone’s presence, but there’s no way it can ruin your ability to see the beauty in each and every part of my dear MC here. From their head down to their toes, they are positively perfect. Not at all ‘shameful’ or ‘disgusting’ or any of the other horrible things you said. If I had to use those words to describe anyone, it’d be you. Now rub your crusty eyes and look at them again!”

Asmo would gesture to the human beside him and present a counterargument for everything that the offender criticized. For example: “What’s wrong with the size of MC’s body? It’s the best size for the best hugs and cuddles ever! And any piece of clothing looks incredible on them! Other models ought to be jealous of how they can’t wear any style as well as MC can. Or, perhaps, you’re the one who’s jealous? Judging by your outfit, the better choice would’ve been to ask MC for fashion advice rather than be upset about something you clearly don’t understand.”

Another example: “I can’t even believe you would dare insult the [freckles/scars/stretch marks/etc.] on MC’s skin! They make my darling human oh-so-wonderfully unique, and they don’t ever need to be covered up! Why, I love seeing them! If there’s any problem with them, it’s that they’re so kissable and make it hard to refrain myself from peppering them with my love all of the time.”

Basically, whatever physical aspect of MC that the rude individual shamed, Asmo would be worshiping in front of a growing crowd of onlookers. He’d even go further on to praise physical attributes that the individual never even mentioned, along with personality traits and other things that he just loves about MC in general. But it wouldn’t end there, either. He’d find it necessary to verbally knock the offender down a few more pegs, embarrassing them for their disrespectful behavior while others are recording this exchange that’ll likely get posted to various social media platforms. Finally, before the individual can retreat, Asmo would ensure that they apologize for what they said to MC.

“Are you all right, hon?” Asmo would check with MC afterward. “I hope you don’t think I went overboard with my response. You really are the most beautiful being I’ve ever laid eyes on—aside from myself—so of course I wasn’t going to let that dummy get away with saying such awful things about you. Don’t ever listen to someone who talks to you that way, okay? If anyone does it again, then remind them just how wrong they are. Or, if I’m there, then I’ll do it for you. I could compliment you all day, so I don’t mind at all!”

#ask response #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo

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enigmatic-robin · 2 years ago

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Alone Together

Jonathan Crane/ Edward Nygma

words: 1558

Summary: a mass Arkham breakout has Gotham citizens off the streets, leaving them empty. The escapees appreciate this quiet time immensely.

A/N: this is absolutely based on this drawing from Finzphoenix

Is it exactly the same? No, I made the boys more… kinda a mix of all the medias? Instead of committing to one, so it’s not Arkham Scriddler. It’s just a cute fluff thing I wrote cause I’m sick and figured it would cheer me up.

Of course if Finz has a problem with this I’m more than happy to remove it or make changes, because this really wouldn’t exist without their art and I don’t wanna step on any toes.

The streets were bare; not just quiet, but deserted in a way only news of a mass Arkham escape could cause. Everyone locked themselves up in the safest place they could think of as dangerous criminals flooded the street with months of pent up aggression to release.

Edward appreciated the silence after months of no privacy, taking in the fresh air and the sky, illuminated softly by the moon behind orange clouds.

Orange?

He grinned, slightly more bounce in his step as he strode down the silent street illuminated by the lights. Now that he knew to look, he could see a shadow on the edge of an alley, still but definitely human.

“Jon? Is that you?” Edward called, approaching with an easy grin. The silhouette creeped out of the alley, approaching the light of the street lamp. Jon had clearly stopped for his scarecrow coat on his way out of Arkham, hood up to keep his face as hidden from Gotham as he could. Edward felt underdressed for once, still in his Arkham beige shirt with green and purple question marks hastily added around the bottom of the shirt and the cuffs in marker in the rec room.

“Edward, what a lovely surprise” he drawled, deadpan. Edward couldn’t tell if he was surprised, or if he’d been expecting. It wasn’t important, not now. Edward stopped a few feet from him, holding a hand out to Jonathan. He smiled one of his most charming smiles, and honestly Jonathan was lucky to be on the receiving end of such a rare expression.

“Why don’t you join me?” He offered, watching Jon’s eyes flick from his face to his outstretched hand and back. The taller man finally nodded, brushing past Edward and his outstretched hand.

“Come on then, don’t just stand there”

“I- hey! That was rude,” the redhead fumed, catching up and falling in step with Jonathan.

“You expect all the Rogues to be nice to you, or am I special?” Jonathan chuckled slightly, putting a hand on Edward’s shoulder.

“Well I expect my-“ friend? Colleague? Lover? “…. I expect you to at least be civil. Oswald is- usually polite. Dent half and half, Selina can be agreeable, and Harley is a doll. Seeing as you’re friends with the latter, I expected some manners from you; clearly an oversight,” Edward huffed, trying not to tense his muscles under Jonathan’s touch.

“Oh did you now?” Jonathan smirked, only the bottom half of his face- his mouth and the scar that bisected it- visible in the street’s lights.

Well, and his pupillary frill, because of course you could see that orange bright as day.

“Harley doesn’t tolerate certain behavior, and your teeth don’t look fake to me, so obviously she hasn’t bashed you in the face with a mallet-“

“-Like It’d make any difference to my face at this point-“

“-Shut it, don’t interrupt me. Anyways, you can’t be this mean to her. Why do I get all of your ire?”

“We’ve gotten drunk together. I know shit you don’t want me to, and vice versa. Makes us closer, whether we wanna be or not”

“Oh that’s not the only thing we’ve-“

“If you don’t stop talking for at least three minutes I’m gonna pull the breaks on this little walk” Jonathan warned, getting a small noise of contempt in return. Humming… wasn’t against the rules. Just talking. He could live with that.

It was a short silence before Edward started humming, shrugging Jonathan’s hand off his shoulder, letting it slide down his arm. He caught his hand before it could be taken away. He was met with a sigh, but his hand hadn’t been taken back; success.

Edward continued humming, pressing his arm against Jonathan’s to minimize the space between them.

“If you think I’m gonna make these two and a half more minutes easier on you, you’re wrong. You’re keeping your mouth to yourself” the scarred man half-joked, knowing Edward wouldn’t be able to easily kiss him unless Jon leaned down, which he had no plan to do. Edward, however, didn’t look deterred. He just hummed, swinging their interlocked hands childishly.

If Jonathan was amused, he hid it well. Edward pressed into his side harder, his free hand coming up and brushing against the scar bisecting Jonathan’s lip.

“Did I ever tell you how I got that one? Apparently, Arkham has me down as a ‘spit risk’. Said they couldn’t transport me til they put one’a those Hannibal style fucking bite masks on me, and hell if I was gonna make it easy. Got it slammed into my mouth real hard before they could situate it and lock it down.” Jonathan explained, clearly amused. Edward chuckled, eyeing Crane’s small smile with pride. He let the hand in his face fall back to his side, humming along as he had been.

“Someone’s in a good mood. Miss me that much?”

It was clearly a taunt, but Edward nodded, lifting their interlocked hands to brush against his lips.

“Times up, Jon” he taunted, raising their hands higher to spin himself around without hitting them. He grinned charmingly, but more naturally than usual, looking into the glow of Jonathan’s eyes.

“Did I ever tell you how I feel about your eyes?” He asked, getting a snort in return.

“You’ve tried, but I tend to change the subject”

“They make you look dangerous,” Edward admitted, watching what little of Jonathan’s face wasn’t obscured by his hood. “Like a predator. They almost put off light”

Jonathan rolled his eyes, tensing his jaw slightly.

“That’s real sweet of you, Edward.”

“Your pupils dilate when you hear screams you know you caused. And I get why; your work is extraordinary, Dr. Crane” Edward continued like Jonathan hadn’t said anything, stepping into his path and bringing them both to a stop. Jonathan looked down at him, eyes narrow.

“What’re you up to?” He drawled, glaring into Edward’s innocent looking eyes.

“I was just thinking. You know I never settle, don’t you? That I demand only the best?”

“Well you’re not quiet about it”

“I’ll let that one slide. Anyways, I do, don’t I? Only the best. And I only know one rogue that I can match wits with, one rogue who can unravel a mind like a puzzle. One who causes the kind of panic and fear the people of Gotham will never forget. And I’ve realized recently- I don’t think I want to share you anymore. I don’t think I want this to be casual anymore; I want this connection to have a name”

Edward pressed himself to Jonathan’s chest, feeling his heart rate increase.

“That’s if you’ll have me of course- if not, all I ask is we don’t repeat any of our little trysts; any reason to believe I’m being used and I’ll use my intimate knowledge of your body to rip open a major artery with my teeth.”

“… fair.” Jonathan answered, sounding conflicted. Edward just sighed, holding his free hand out.

“Get out of your head, you’ll have plenty of time to think about it in the weeks of hiding we probably have ahead of us. For now… let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Jonathan hesitated, slowly resting his free hand in Edward’s own. He grinned, ghosting his hand up Jonathan’s wrist and up his arm, resting on the taller man’s shoulder.

“You’re not scared, are you?” Edward teased, and that was it. Jon’s hand slid down to his waist. Edward leaned his head back, trying not to laugh before he was jerked lower into almost a dip. He couldn’t help but laugh then, pulling himself back up and into a spin, wrapping Jonathan’s arms around him.

“You know, I think I wouldn’t mind you having a… slightly more permanent place in my life” he muttered, quietly enough that Edward wouldn’t have heard him if Jonathan’s mouth wasn’t inches from his ear.

“I think I’d enjoy that as well” Edward agreed, resting against his chest for a moment before unraveling himself from Jonathan enough to walk again, starting back down the street. “So I have you all to myself?”

“I agreed, yes.”

“Good. I don’t share well” he muttered, pulling Jonathan to his height by the shirt collar. He was all too happy to melt into a kiss, lit only by a flickering streetlight and the orange clouds in front of the moon. He lingered for a moment before leaning back, slowly lowering himself off his toes and back to his feet.

“The sun is coming up in about an hour I’d say; we want to be off the street by then. Not that I want to stay in this Arkham uniform any longer. If you come back home with me, I can give you a look over to make sure you didn’t get any infections in that tetanus prison they put us in, and we can see about reloading your armory. That work for you?” Edward raised an eyebrow, watching Jonathan hesitate for a moment before sighing, shoulders losing some tension.

“You know you don’t need to bribe me to come over, right? Just show me the way”

“Oh shut up and let me do things for you”

Edward took Jonathan’s hand again, giving it a small squeeze and receiving one in return.

He couldn’t imagine a better first day out of Arkham.

#jonathan crane #edward nygma #scriddler #riddlecrow #the riddler #the scarecrow

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uwusenpaiuwu · 3 years ago

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Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

#mikey x male reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x male reader #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjirou x male reader #sano manjirou x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno

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mha-grievances · 2 years ago

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I wanna add something to this: a common defense of Shota/Eraserhead is that his actions are caused by his depression. This may be true, but there are two issues with this statement: the moral issue and the issue regarding his writing.

In terms of the moral issue, let me direct you to an important quote: “mental illness is not your fault but it is your responsibility”. As someone who has depression and PTSD myself, I know it’s not my fault that I have these mental illnesses. However, just because I have these illnesses doesn’t give me an excuse to be a bad person. Everyone has bad days, and sometimes our mental illnesses consume us. Maybe we’re not having a good day and are more quiet than usual, or maybe something triggers us and we have an emotional reaction to said trigger. That’s perfectly fine. Let it be known that no one’s perfect. People are allowed to make mistakes. They are allowed to make moments where they have a lapse in judgment. I’m also not saying you have to put up a facade and hide your depression/mental illness. You’re allowed to express discomfort and set boundaries, even if people consider you “rude” or a “buzzkill” for doing so. Don’t want to interact with someone because you don’t have the energy to deal with them or they are the cause of your trauma? You don’t have to. Don’t wanna take part of an event? People should respect your decision. However, if your mental illness causes you to constantly bring others down, to cause harm to others, then that isn’t because you have a mental illness. It’s because you’re a bad person. Someone can’t help having a mental illness, but they can help how they act around others who don’t have anything to do with your mental illness. It is also your responsibility to find treatment for said illness. Of course, there are things that may prevent someone from getting treatment, like being unable to afford said treatment or a lack of psychologists/psychiatrists around where you live. However, if there are no barriers preventing you from getting treatment, then you should get it, especially if you’re hurting others. Shota hasn’t done anything to treat his depression and is actively hurting others. He’s ruining other people’s lives, not giving them the education and guidance they need, and even caused them physical and emotional harm because he feels like what he’s doing is right. It’s not his fault that Oboro’s death has traumatized him, but it’s his fault for not only choosing to be a teacher when he was clearly not qualified (especially when he didn’t even want the job to begin with), but for everything he’s done as a result of said trauma. This isn’t him making mistakes either. This is an ongoing issue. 120+ students have had their lives potentially uprooted because Shota thinks he knows best. He’s been a teacher for ten years. He has no excuse for his behavior. He’s a grown ass adult, it’s about time he started acting like one. If he can’t handle his job, he should quit and take up being a pro hero during school hours instead.

This leads into the writing issue with his character: he never learns this lesson. He’s never told that his behavior is unacceptable despite his trauma. In fact, he’s even praised for his behavior. The narrative tells us he’s this logical person but he’s anything but this. Even more, Shota is not allowed to begin the recovery process. He’s never allowed to confront his trauma, never allowed to receive any treatment for it, and is never allowed to reflect on his past behavior. I get Japan isn’t very in tuned with mental health issues but that’s not an excuse for bad writing.

In conclusion, Shota’s trauma is not his fault, but him harming his students both physically and emotionally isn’t excused because of his trauma. At a writing point this behavior would be fine if it was called out, but it’s not. He’s made to be in the right instead, and that sends the wrong message regarding mental health and recovery.

bruh please get into why you don't like shota I'm genuinely interested 🙏

Reasons why I don’t like Shota:

- Is easily the worst teacher in MHA: we never actually see him do his job. Every time we see him in a school setting, he’s either asleep or he pawns off his work to other teachers. He doesn’t give his students any advice except “do better” and he’s shown to be willing to drop students on THE FIRST FUCKING DAY OF CLASSES if they don’t suddenly improve. Izuku’s the biggest example of this. If Shota was good at his damn job, he’d read about his students ahead of time and learned that Izuku only had his quirk for a few months so it’s obvious that he won’t know how to use it properly. A real teacher would see this and offer aid, only expelling Izuku if he shows absolutely no improvements after a month or two. He managed to pass the entrance exam which means he’s more than worthy of being given a chance compared to the Gen-Ed students who failed to get into the hero course (looking at you Hitoshi). Meanwhile, Katsuki attacks Izuku on the first day and even sabotages his score yet Mr. “Logical” here doesn’t expel him. Adding to this, when Katsuki nearly kills Izuku, all he tells him is to “grow up”. These instances show him as outright neglectful and lazy. It gets even worse when you realize that the only time he actually tried doing his job, he fucked up big time by forcing an abuse victim to work with his abuser. Oh, and don’t get me started on him using Eri to further Katsuki’s growth in one of the light novels. Shota, it’s not the responsibility of those abused to help an abuser grow. People love to rag on All Might for his teaching, but while All Might sucks at his job, he at least tries. Shota is neglectful, abusive, and just an outright asshole at this point.

- Is a mouthpiece for Katsuki: despite Katsuki being a student Shota should’ve expelled right off the bat based on what we’re told about him, he instead praises Katsuki and is used by Hori to wank him off. He tells the people rightfully booing him during the Sports Festival that he was “giving it his all” against Ochako when all he was doing is just standing there and swatting her away when he could’ve easily took her out in one or two blows. Katsuki even says that it’s “time to get serious” after Ochako’s final attack, which meant he wasn’t taking her seriously to begin with. When people rightfully question Katsuki’s behavior after his kidnapping, Shota says that ��Katsuki deserves to be a hero because he tries hard”. Bruh, just because you try hard doesn’t mean you deserve shit, especially when you’ve repeatedly proven that you can’t handle the responsibilities that come with being a hero.

- Doesn’t care about the mental health or the future of his students: One of the first things he does in the series is tell Ochako that knowledge of the school’s various facilities, including the guidance counselor, isn’t important. He then proceeds to use his little “logical rouses” which all that does is make sure none of his students can trust him with anything. He singles out Izuku and calls him a liability in front of his classmates instead of taking him to the side. His little “expulsion game” is also very harmful. In Japan, grades and academic records are highly valued. Any blemish can fuck up a kid’s future. By suspending his students, he screwed them over in the long run, especially since they’re in an “elite school” like U.A. Any kid who’d rather take a different path in life is fucked because Shota suspended them on the FIRST DAY of school. And for what? Not being at the level of a sidekick or pro hero? Except for those who had to take quirk counseling due to uncontrollable quirks, none of them had formal training, so who is he to say they can’t be heroes on the first day? All they had is one day to prove themselves on some shitty fitness exam that doesn’t even test their character or willingness to learn. Shota preaches about life being unfair but he’s actively making things unfair just because he’s got a God Complex.

- Is a hypocrite: Shota hates people who spam their quirks and only rely on them, so what does he do? Takes in a kid who does exactly that as his mentee just because he reminds him of himself and of his dead friend (Hitoshi’s my third least favorite MHA character in case you were wondering). He dislikes All Might for supposedly playing favorites but he does exactly that. We actually see him training this kid over his class, said kid who hasn’t done anything to achieve his dream.

-Narrative wanks him off: Never is Shota’s actions called out. He’s never made to be in the wrong. Every character loves him and those who don’t (like his previous class) are made to be in the wrong or are made to be assholes. However, unlike Katsuki, he at least isn’t completely covered by plot armor, having lost his leg and part of his eyesight due to battles he’s taken part in.

- He dropped a FUCKING BUILDING on his students during one of the OVA’s. Enough said. Somehow he’s been more successful nearly killing his students than the villains have at killing 1-A.

At the end of the day, Shota’s an abusive, neglectful, hypocritical, and egotistical asshole with a God complex who never gets called out on his bullshit. He may be a decent hero, but that’s really not something that overrides all his shitty traits. I see what Hori was going for, but like with a lot of things, Hori misses the mark and forgets what makes characters of Shota’s archetypes work in the first place.

#bnha critical #mha critical #anti aizawa #anti shota aizawa #anti eraserhead #eraserhead critical

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freaky-munson · 2 years ago

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Rude p.5

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Summary: Eddie Munson really wants to marry Y/n Hopper but her dad strongly refuses; based on song “rude” by MAGIC!

fic is kinda au

Warnings: a little bit of angst, mostly fluff

Words: 1,322

introduction part one part two part three part four part five here epilogue

„Did I reach Joyce Byers? It’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“Oh hi Eddie, not that I’m not pleased to talk to you but you certainly have surprised me. How can I help you?”

Eddie knew Joyce was lovely woman; every time he was spending his day with Y/n’s at her house, when she also was there, she always invited him to stay for dinner, not caring about Jim’s loud and obvious unhappiness and disagreements. He clearly saw that Y/n too was really glad for having her in their lives.

Since her own mum turned her back on her and her now ex-husband, Jim’s dates weren’t exactly good mom role models and the girl herself always wanted one - one that will love her unconditionally unlike her own mother. So having Joyce close was a literal blessing.

“As you probably already know, last week I personally spoke to Mr Hopper about his blessing. To marry Y/N obviously. And you are aware that it was kind of a big disaster.”

Joyce sighed. Of course she knew. It lead them to have some silent treatment of her doing. She thought it might be petty to some people, but Y/n was almost like her daughter. She really loved the girl and wanted her to be happy - and clearly her boyfriend was doing that job perfectly.

“Yes Eddie, I know. And we already kind of argued because of that.”

“Oh, I’m really sorry. It wasn’t my intention to make a mess to such extent.”

“Don’t worry about it. Jim is stubborn, but he is not dumb. He just has to think about this whole situation. Give him time. You have to understand it is quite a change for him. His little daughter is about to start adult life.”

“I know, and I really respect that. But I’m afraid that not the change is the problem. I am. I am the problem. A-and I really need your help Mrs Byers. I’m so lost that I think that I’m losing Y/n. She started to worry and I’m afraid she suspects the worst. And that she will get tired of me being always stressed and quiet, not really myself and finally leave me.”

“Eddie, don’t be ridiculous, Y/n would never leave you at your lowest. I think the best solution in your scenario is to talk to Y/n, heart to heart. I know you wanted approval from her dad, but as I already said he is a stubborn man. And if you love someone don’t let them go. Propose to her cause you are in relationship with her, not her and the dad. Tell her you tried your best to win your dad over, she knows that he gives you hard time and she will understand everything. Love overcomes everything. And Jim might actually finally see everything as it is and come around.”

“No, she can’t know about this. It’s better that way, it will save her from disappointment. Of me, of her dad. I don’t want to step in dirty shoes into their dynamic.”

“I’m sure that nothing will change. Jim loves his daughters too much to be mad at them forever. Believe me, the only person who will bring Jim Hopper to his senses is Y/n Hopper herself.”

Did it help Eddie? Not much. But for sure it gave him some hope and motivation. And reminded him that the two of them were the most important. They and their pure, beautiful love.

Meanwhile Y/n didn’t want to go straight home. The bloodshot, puffy eyes, stuffy nose from all the crying she did sitting in her trustful car parked on some abandoned parking lot were really making her driving harder than usual.

She tried deep breathing, counting to 10s and another not-so-successful calming methods but she only stopped weeping when she felt dehydrated, like she couldn’t produce even one another single tear.

And her head? Such a mess. She felt lost. Confused. Angry. Disappointed. Embarrassed. And it wasn’t even with Eddie; she mainly hated herself. Why? She knew that jumping to some stupid assumptions and heavy overthinking wasn’t good. But she was a teenage girl, that’s what teenagers do when something wrong happens, especially in relationships.

The thought of the worst really tired the girl but coming back home, to her dad with evident signs of crying after spending the day with Eddie was not an option; he didn’t need any more reasons to dislike her boyfriend.

Going back to trailer park would only probably lead to some unnecessary argument what was the last thing the girl wanted right now.

She needed some advice from someone close to her heart and most importantly someone with clear mind and objective approach. Leaving the parking spot she knew where to go. Her girl best friend, Nancy Wheeler, was obvious choice. She was always the calm and responsible one in their pair, balancing crazy actions Y/n usually put them through.

Nancy was surprised seeing Hopper girl standing in front of her when she opened the door. She was well aware of her Saturday rituals with Munson, which usually ended up in the late evening, but right now was only 6 pm.

But what was the most concerning was the look on her friend’s face.

“Y/n, what the hell happened? Have you been crying? Is someone hurt?”

“Eddie cheated on me” loud sob broke out of nowhere, really scaring Nancy.

How could he? Wasn’t he supposed to propose to Y/n? She couldn’t believe it, especially after discovering Eddie’s plans. And clearly everybody saw the love in curly haired boy’s eyes - and for her, eyes were direct window to the human’s soul.

“At least I think that it happened. It’s just… Eddie wasn’t himself since last weekend. He said it was some stress. But we always talked about it! We supported each other and always have done everything to lessen the stress.” the warm hands on her shoulders immediately stopped the quite unclear rambling full of tears and sniffing.

“Do you have any proof? You know how are boys; sometimes their pride doesn’t let them to speak freely about their feelings.”

“But Nance, I heard him on the phone. He was saying something about some woman not knowing something cause it will only disappoint her. And as you know Eddie doesn’t know many hers!”

Taking deep breath, Wheeler girl invited the girl inside and brought straight to her room. It would be quite a challenge to calm the girl without ruining the surprise engagement.

“Y/n I assure you that you got everything wrong. Eddie fucking loves you! He looks at you like you are his sun, moon and stars. I don’t believe that that man could ever intentionally hurt you. You have to talk with him. But not today. Today, you call your dad and we have a small slumber party. Just the two of us, like we used to in middle school.”

That seemed to slightly help the girl. She only nodded and went downstairs stairs to call her home. Nancy used this moment to get her walkie-talkie. She had to act fast, she felt like the whole relationship depended on her.

“Eddie. It’s no good. You have to propose. Preferably tomorrow. Y/n is extremly overthing at this point. Act fast and smart.”

Eddie Munson almost fainted when he heard the Wheeler girl. Y/n had to go to her and speak about their problems. Which were born in Y/n head just because he was a freaking coward.

The only thing he was sure of now was that it was time to finally be brave. Be selfish and be like he was back in high school - not caring about anyone, just listening to this heart. And what was his heart saying? Right now his heart only wanted to love and cherish Y/n Hopper forever, till the day he dies.

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@offical-bee @bakugouswh0r3 @nightthou @angelina0191 @brxkenartt @screambih @this--is--music @waiting-for-cas-to-save-me @floriscus

#stranger things imagine #eddie munson series #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson x reader

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sunatooru · 3 years ago

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hi hello can i request a scenario/drabble for tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, and akaashi with a fem!so who fainted during their heated argument? their argument would be about s/o being clingy and needy, and always talking and being noisy; turns out the reason she fainted was because of the fever she had early in the morning but didn't tell them about it in order not to be a 'bother' or 'nuisance'... then her fever got really worse during the argument and faints. *cue their boyfriends feeling like shit for all the rude things they said*

i am in need of some angst🪆

Sorry it took so long (I’ve had this since March 😭) but I hope it fills your angst need x

Warning: angst/comfort, gn!Reader, post Timeskip spoilers …are they dramatic?Yes

Tsukishima

It was rare you got to spend time with your boyfriend. Especially as he juggled working and playing volleyball. You wouldn’t miss the chance to be with him for a whole day, even if you woke up feeling like your head was being hammered.

You stayed wrapped around his arm, happily joining him on the sofa. You move to wrap your arms around his torso but he pushes your attempt away. You blink at him in confusion and try again, but fail when he stops you once more.

“Keiii, I want to cuddle..” you pout and he scoffs.

“What’s wrong with you? I finally get a day to relax and instead, I have you clinging to me and being annoying.” He glares at you, making you pull back and your throat tighten.

“I-“ you get cut off

“You what? You’re always trying to push yourself on me. It’s suffocating!” He gets up and walks towards the bedroom, you hot on his heels.

“Kei, can you please be a little quieter? All I want is to spend some time with you…you’re always so busy…” you defend but he kisses his teeth.

“Exactly. I’m always busy, so can you just let me chill out? I don’t need you whining in my ear and having you on me all the time! God, it’s like you need to annoy me!” He shouts at you.

You swallow harshly. Your chest feeling tight as his words ring in your ear. Your head pounding as you feel yourself heat up.

“Kei…I-I don’t…” you try to reach for him but he moves.

“Did you not just hear what I s- hey..hey!” You feel yourself lean forward as your eyes close.

You wake up when you feel something cool on your forehead, opening your eyes slowly to see Kei next to you.

“Kei…”

“Are you okay? You just fainted out of nowhere…why…and I said all those thing-“ you grab his hand.

“I wasn’t feeling well in the morning…I tried to push it away to spend time with you…” he looks at you guiltily, sighing and cupping your hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not suffocating…everyday I come home, I can’t wait to see you. I don’t know why I said that…I’ve just been so overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I’m sorry baby. ” He confesses.

“I love you so much…I don’t even deserve you.” He whispers, biting his tongue as he looks at you.

“Hmm, I love you too…it’s okay. Can you just hold me, please.” You give him a small smile and he wraps you around him.

Kuroo

It’s that time of year where deadlines need to be met. You watch him scribble on papers and pull at his hair. You could see how tense he was and decided to bring him something hot to sip on.

“Tetsu, you need a break.” You slowly make your way into the room, carrying a hot mug and small snack.

“Can’t. Got to finish finalising the contract.” He informs, crossing out lines and writing again.

You huff and approach him, struggling to find a place to set the tray due to his messy desk.

“Come on. You need to atleast drink something, you’ve been at it for hours now. “ you press, causing him to clench his jaw.

He slams his pen against the desk, startling you before he faces you.

“I just said I need to finish this contract. Of course I’ve been working on it for hours. It’s important. You’ve been coming in and out of the room and disturbing me! I’m busy trying to do my job and you can’t even leave me alone for a few hours? Stop being so clingy all the time!” He fumes, eyes glaring at you as he starts to stand up.

You feel you mouth go dry as his words echo, your vision starting to fade as he finally stands, a rush taking over that you drop the tray. A loud smash of the mug rings in your ear.

“Are you serious- babe! What’s- babe!” Is the last thing you hear before your vision goes black.

You stir when you feel movement besides you. Slowly opening your eyes to see his leg bouncing nervously. He notices you looking and instantly grabs your hand.

“Have you not been eating? Were you waiting for me? Fuck! You fainted, I- what happened?” He rambles, eyes filled with regret.

“I felt a fever in the morning but I didn’t want to tell you because I knew how important your contract was.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. I was so stressed and occupied with the deal that I forgot about you and said so many regrettable things. Please, I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not clingy. I love that you’re always watching over me. I promise, I’ll take more care. Of you and me.” He apologises, bring your hand up to kiss it.

“Here drink this.” He hands you a mug, your eyes widening as your remember the one you dropped.

“I cleaned it, don’t worry. I’m sorry. Let’s just get you feeling better, okay. The contract can wait. You’re more important.” You give him a small smile and nod.

He stays besides you until you persuade him you’re better. He kisses and hugs you until you’re both laughing like before.

Oikawa

You always told each other where you were going before leaving. It was something you did for safety. Yet, recently he’d been leaving before you wake up and coming home late. You reasoned it was probably for the upcoming game. The game that would makes his dream come true. But it did hurt that that one routine had started to break.

You had woken up to your head pounding. Your body feeling hotter than usual and the bed empty for another morning. You attempt to shake it off and go on with the day.

You’re surprised when the door open around midday and see Tooru drop his bag.

“Tooru! You’re home!” You run up to hug him but he stops you.

“Sorry, I’m just really sweaty right now.” He kisses your forehead and runs towards the bathroom.

You smile to yourself, quickly fixing lunch, in hopes you would both enjoy together. But instead, you hear him run down and reach for the door again.

“Tooru, where are you going?” You stop him, confusion on your face.

“Ah I just need to go out again. You know the game and practice.” He states grabbing his bag.

“But you just got home. Look, I made you lunch too. You can practice tomorrow. I barely see you recently! You don’t even tell when you’re leaving…” you shout.

“No! I need to go. I need to practice more. I can’t be with you all the time, every day. You’re so needy. Can’t you see how important this is for me? What? I can’t even leave my own house without telling you?” He yells in frustration.

“That’s not the problem. You- you’re not even caring about your health. I just want to make sure you’re okay!” You feel yourself burn up again.

You get closer to him, hands shivering as you feel weak.

“Listen I’m going to training! Don’t wait-“ he’s walking out the door but you reach for him, collapsing against his back.

You hear mumbling and groan as you open your eyes.

“Tooru…” you call out and he’s there in a heartbeat.

“Do you know how high your temperature was? You were burning up! And then you fainted and I-I didn’t know what happening and god if anything happened to you I would never forgive myself.” He cries, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I’m okay..” you whisper but he shakes his head.

“No you’re not. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” He says, hurt.

“I don’t want to me a nuisance…and you haven’t really been here so I tried to shake off in the morning.” You reply.

“Since morning… please forgive me, baby. Please. I know I’ve been neglecting you and if I was here then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. I’m sorry for what I said. I know i can’t take it back but I wish I could, because it’s not true. You’re not needy. I’m just an idiot who keeps forgetting to appreciate you. Baby, I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sniffles, sitting next to you and pulling you into him.

“Tooru, you’ll get sick too.” You stress but he holds you tighter.

“Just a few more minutes. I’ve missed you too. I promise I won’t leave you and take care of you. Forever.” He kisses you deeply.

Akaashi

The best way you decided to get rid of the fever you woke up with, was to distract yourself doing anything else. You organised yourself desk, bed and even laundry. You could feel yourself getting warmer again and decide to find your boyfriend.

He’s in his study carefully editing a new clients work. He’s usually calm and collected but he’s been on edge due to the pressure from his boss. You watch him take off his glasses and rub his tired eyes. You sigh and walk in.

“Hi darling!” You say cheerfully, only to get a less enthusiastic response.

“You’ve been stuck to the desk the whole day. Come on, talk to me a bit. Think of it as a little break.” You wrap your arms around him from behind.

“I’m almost done. We can talk after.” He whispers.

“Keijiii, I’m so bored please. Plus you need to take some rest. Let’s just talk about something, like I don’t know, where we should travel to? Or maybe anything interesting that happened at work? Come on, I want to spend time with -“ you’re cut off by his stern voice.

“Gosh, why are you so talkative? I’m trying to focus on something and you keep talking and being noisy after I said we can talk later. It’s like you’re trying to annoy me on purpose!” He scrunches his fists and huffs.

“I-I’m just trying to look out for you. You know you need a break too. Don’t yell at me! Sorry I’m so talkative and trying to engage with my boyfriend, who clearly thinks I’m annoying.” You choke out, feeling a little woozy as you start to leave.

“Love, wait! I didn’t mean it…”

“Whatever…I should’ve just stayed in bed-“ you feel your eyes getting heavy, and your knees feeling weak.

“Y/n!”

You wake up a few minutes later to him wiping your face softly. You try to get up but he stops you.

“Easy, let me help.” You can hear the guilt in his voice as he sets your pillow.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you. I let my frustrations take over and put it on you. I want you to know that, I didn’t mean what I said. I should’ve paid more attention and seen you weren’t feeling well.” He fidgets with his hands, scared to look at you.

“Your words hurt, Keiji. Even if you were frustrated, just please take some breaks. You’re going to burnout if you don’t.” You cup his hands and he finally looks up.

“I know. I know, I’ll do better and listen to you. How do you feel?” He presses his hands to both your foreheads.

“Better now that you’re here.”

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darkverrmin · 3 years ago

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"I don't get it," Lambert complained for the third time that evening. "Why do you need us to cast a fucking spell? What kind of mage are you?"

Yennefer smiled, turning her head to Lambert, giving him a look over. "I said I needed their help. You can just sit there quietly and look pretty".

Lambert glared at the back of her head, punching Eskel who burst into laughter beside him.

"Wicthers aren't pretty".

"Speak for yourself." Vesemir muttered from his seat beside the fireplace, causing Yennefer to chuckle.

Lambert rolled his eyes, going back to reading his book about fairytales.

"Seriously though," Eskel asked quietly, looking at Vesemir. "What's all this about?"

Vesemir just smiled, without looking up from his book.

The door to the main hall opened, Geralt and Jaskier walked in.

"Hey," Eskel greeted them. "How was your walk?"

"Freezing," Jaskier replied, rubbing his palms together. "But very peaceful! What about you? Why are you sitting in the dark? And... What's with all the flowers and scented candles?"

"Shut up, you're interrupting my work." Yennefer said, turning the flowers in the vase in front of her from white to red.

Jaskier gasped silently, before pouting at her. "Rude." He then turned to Vesemir, greeting him with a smile, asking him about the book he was reading.

Geralt walked up to Yennefer with a worried look in his eyes. They talked between themselves in hushed voices and it ended with Yennefer waving Geralt off, telling him Trust me, I know what I'm doing here.

Eskel and Lambert stared at them with confusion.

"Okay," Jaskier yawned quietly, stretching. "I'm feeling tired. I think I'll call it a day". He walked pass Geralt, pausing to press a kiss to his cheek. "Good night."

Geralt froze as he watched Jaskier walk out of the room. He cast a glance at Yennefer, who raised an eyebrow at him, before turning back to the door.

"Jask, wait."

"Hmm?"

"Before you go to bed, there's something I wanted to tell you- I mean, to do- I- fuck-" Geralt trailed off, cursing under his breath, looking clearly annoyed with himself.

Jaskier's expression turned into a mix of worry and confusion, as he reached out, taking Geralt’s hand in his. "What is it, dear?"

Geralt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He tried to ignore the four pair of eyes boring into the back of his head, as he spoke. "Well... We've been together for almost three years now. Friends for a lot more."

Jaskier smiled at that.

"And I... I'm not entirely annoyed by you all the time".

"Aw."

"I mean, I like this, this thing we have going on."

"Me, too".

"And I like you. I mean, I love you. And I love spending time with you. You're... very important to me."

"Go on."

Geralt rolled his eyes, chuckling fondly. Of course Jaskier would succeed in calming him, when he couldn't be more nervous.

"Yeah. So I had this idea... It's okay if you think it's ridiculous, I don't want to-"

"Get to the point, Geralt." Yennefer sighed from behind him.

Geralt cast her an annoyed look, before turning to Jaskier, who was now looking at him expectantly.

"So..."

"So?" Jaskier asked, squeezing his hand lightly.

"Since I don't mind being stuck with you for the rest of my life..." Geralt slipped his hand into the front pocket of his shirt. "...And I hope you don't mind being stuck with me for the rest of yours. Then..."

"Geralt, what are you sayi-"

Jaskier trailed off, his eyes widening in shock, as Geralt got down on one knee. He was now holding a beautiful, sapphire ring in his right hand.

"Marry me?"

There were quiet gasps and murmuring from the other end of the room, but Geralt could only focus on Jaskier. Jaskier, who was still staring at him with an open mouth, not answering. Geralt felt his heart hammering in his chest.

"Jask, if this isn't what you want-"

"Shush," Jaskier replied, pressing a finger to Geralt's lips. "Let me enjoy this moment".

The bard then blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes and wiping tears away. He covered his face with his hands, saying something Geralt couldn't hear.

Geralt blinked at him, extremely confused. "...Uh, come again?"

Jaskier moved his hands away from his face, staring at Geralt with tears in his eyes and a huge smile.

"Of course I'll marry you, you big oaf!"

Geralt grinned, standing up. He barely had the time to slip the ring on Jaskier’s finger, before they were crushed in a hug by three Witchers and a Mage.

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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omg could you do a fluffy little thing based on your nyc insta request where mc meets fans and they ft harry and it’s just like the world’s glimpse into their relationship 💓

yes let’s do this!! this is short and sweet, but i hope you love it all the same!! ;

You were walking out of Starbucks when a group of girls approached you.

The day was not the nicest in New York, but you had errands to run within the city so you thought you’d get them done when it’s not a brilliant say and save the nicer days to do something fun with Harry. You’d been to the Apple store to fix your phone because it keeps on playing up. You’d been to Gucci to pick up a delivery for Harry. You’d been to the local florist to pick up some flowers for your best friend, since she was feeling under the weather. Finally, you’d just picked yourself up a coffee before you had to head back home.

Unfortunately Harry was at a fitting appointment for his tour outfits, so he couldn’t run errands with you, but he sent your good friend, and bodyguard, Aaron with you to keep you company, but more importantly keep you safe. New York could be absolutely crazy when it came to fans, but even more so when it came to creeps who had no respect for women or boundaries, so having a bodyguard helped keep things calm.

“Hi excuse me, you’re Y/N L/N right?” One of the young girls ask and you instantly knew this was a group of Harry’s fans. The giveaways? One of them had a Fine Line tote bag. One was wearing Harry’s merch. One was wearing a green frog bucket hat that Harry had worn only once.

“I am yes, hi.” You smiled politely at them, holding the warm cup of espresso between your hands. Aaron was stood near you, but not making it look like he was here for security.

“Hi, we noticed you in there a minute ago and just wanted to say hi and that we’re really big fans of you, and obviously Harry, and that we really love you guys.” The one with the tote bag spoke, who was also the one that had introduced them. You guessed that they were the most confident out of all them, because it did take balls to speak to a stranger in the way they did.

“Yeah, you’re both so sweet together and you clearly make each other happy. It’s so lovely to see actually.” The one with the frog bucket hat spoke up next. The one with the Harry merch kept a lot more quiet and you could tell by their body mannerisms that they were very nervous and shy - a lot like you actually. You had been an awful lot like them before you met and then he helped you come out of your shell and experience the world in a much brighter and safer light.

You’d be forever grateful for your boyfriend. Your best friend, Harry.

“Aww that’s so sweet of you all, thank you!” You cupped your hand over your heart in awe of their kindness. Harry’s fans always never failed to surprise you with their passion for love and spreading positivity. You admired people like this in general and it was only made more special when they were inspired by your Harry. “What are your names?”

“Oh i’m Alanna.” The one with the tote bag introduced themselves first, holding out their hand for you to shake which you shook kindly.

“Bethany, or just Beth I don’t really mind!” The one with the frog hat introduced themselves next, receiving a handshake too.

“Love your hat, Beth.” You pointed to it and they smiled excitedly.

“Harry was the inspiration!” Although you already knew that you let Beth have a moment to themselves and be happy over the little anecdote.

“And what’s your name, lovely? I’m Y/N.” You reintroduced yourself to the last girl, wanting them to feel as comfortable as possible with, not only you but, meeting new people.

“Marissa.” They smiled and shook your hand willingly.

“Oh I love that name! My aunt is called Marissa, but she goes by Mar though.” You told them the most useless bit of information just to make them feel that bit more at ease.

“People call me Mar too.” They smiled brightly and you felt like you might have cracked through even just a portion of their shell.

“Well, can I call you Mar then?”

“Yeah!”

“Cool! So you guys from New York or..” You asked, looking at all the shopping bags they carried. They’d been to all the shops you once could only just about afford, now you were lucky enough to be able to shop in the places you only ever window shopped in.

“We’re from New Jersey but just came shopping for the day.” Alanna explained. “Never expected to run into you though so that’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, definitely made my day!” Beth added, smiling brightly.

“Well I can only apologise that i’m not Harry or he’s not with me. He’s currently at tour fittings.” You explained and they told you not to worry about being sorry. You had a brilliant idea though.

“No, seeing you is so amazing Y/N!”

“Yeah, you’re Mar’s fashion inspiration!” Mar blushed, as their friends exposed them for being such a huge fan of yours. It helped explain why they were so nervous in front of you too.

“I’m honoured.” You laughed and pulled you phone out of your pocket, hoping to run with your great idea. You prayed it worked. “Just one second.” You held up your finger to them and they just nodded eagerly, sort of hoping that you were doing what they thought you might be doing.

You opened your phone and clicked on your most recent contact. The familiar beeping of a face-time ring rang through the air surrounding you.

“Hello my favourite human being. What’s up? You okay?” Harry’s golden face came up on the screen, your face high up in the corner. He looked so pretty. He was in his brown Gucci coat and had his hair all ruffled from where he’d washed it this morning but not dried it. His hair went crazy when he didn’t intentionally tame it - a bit like yours. You admired his worry for you, smiling as he kissed his camera as if to virtually kiss you.

“Hello my favourite boyfriend.” You teased him. You often greeted him like this and it always made him smile, just at how playful you were being. “I’m doing good, miss you though.”

“Miss you always babe.”

“You free?” You asked, looking briefly to the girls who were all grinning wildly. They were so excited and it made you chuckle, which caught Harry’s attention.

“I am yeah, why? What’re you laughing at? Better not be some hot celebrity you’ve accidentally bumped into.” He rolled his eyes, letting the jealousy get the better of him. You smiled and returned your attention back to your beautiful boyfriend.

“No, there’s no hot celebrity in my presence except from you baby.” That made him beam with happiness and blush with love.

“To what do I owe your beautiful face calling me then?” Harry asked, taking note of your background to recognise that you were still in the city.

You turned the camera towards your new friends, you in the bottom of the picture and them in the top above you. They were huddling together and waving towards the screen. Mar had tears in their eyes and Beth had their hand over their mouth in shock that this was actually happening.

“Met some lovely people who deserved a special hello from you.” You explained to him simply.

“Hello!” Harry stressed the ‘o’ making it sound more like hell-oo. He was so socially awkward greeting people over face-time, but he made it seem so easy nevertheless. He never wanted his fans to feel awkward or unsafe so he had to be as socially brave as he could.

“We have Alanna, Beth and Mar. They’re so kind and Mar says i’m their fashion inspiration.” You winked at Harry, understanding where Mar was coming from because Harry takes fashion inspiration from you regularly too.

“Which one’s Mar?” He asked you and you pointed the best you could to the girl wearing his merch.

“Um pretty sure Mar’s wearing my merch babe! Are y’sure they said you were their inspiration?” He laughed, which made Mar laugh and you were really happy to see that.

“No I did say that.” Mar backed you up, which earned a fist bump between the two of you and you sticking your tongue out to Harry.

“Yes bestie!” You laughed, knowing that was the language Harry’s fans used with one another. Not that you were on stan twitter or anything…

“Sorry if Y/Ns causing any trouble for you lot, believe me she’s quite the bloody handful!” Harry joked, making you scoff and then laugh at how rude he was being. You knew it was all a joke and a front, but he was so cheeky to be so playful in front of people he’d just met.

“Oi y’wanker. Sorry about him.” You apologised on behalf of Harry for no reason whatsoever.

“Harry?” Alanna spoke his name and he dedicated his attention from you to them.

“Hello? Alanna was it?”

“Hi, yes, Um, I just want to say that i’m really proud of you and all your achievements. I think you’re an absolute treasure and we all love you so much.”

Before Harry could get a word in they each continued to add onto Alanna’s praise. Harry started blushing, never being very good at taking praise. On the other hand, giving praise, he was remarkably good at - you could vouch for that.

“Yeah Harry your music is second to none and it’s really been such a blessing to be a fan of yours. You’re ridiculously talented.”

Mar was last to speak and although they didn’t say much, their words held gravity and were clearly very important to them. Maybe that’s why Harry appreciated Mar’s words the most.

“Thank you, Harry.” Was all was said, but it was enough for Harry to clear his throat so he didn’t start crying in front of these people. He didn’t need stories getting out of how he got all weepy because of some sentimental things his fans said, God the papers would twist that story a thousand different ways - and none of them good.

Harry kept the conversation with them for a little while longer until Harry announced he had to go back to his fittings. After they’d each said their goodbyes to both you and Harry, and even Aaron, they quickly asked whether they could post any of the photos they took from today - to which you and Harry were both completely fine with. The three of them then walked off and waved back to you, you waving too. You smiled so brightly, feeling so full of joy from meeting such wonderful young women. Not all Harry fans were that nice, so you were glad that those were the ones you had the pleasure of meeting. You turned your attention back to your loving boyfriend who was already looking at you - with so much love in his eyes you thought they’d turned heart shaped for a moment.

“What?” You asked, smirking at his cheeky face which gave you a belly full of butterflies.

“You’re just so amazing, d’you know that?”

“Oh stop being so soft i’m going to bloody cry otherwise.” You turned your head away for a moment to catch the tears before they could form, only to look back at him and he had his eyebrows raised as if he already knew that you were on your way to crying. “Shut up, you.”

“I’m sorry, y’too cute not to torment. Alright call me when you get back home safely babe, alright?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at him, he laughed at your childishness but knew that he only meant well for you.

“Okay. I love you, baby.” You kissed your front camera as a signal of goodbye that you did every time.

“Love you so much. Bye, bye, byeee.” He kissed his camera every time he said bye and you laughed at him before ending the call. God you loved him so much. Now all you wanted to do was get home and have a warm bath with your loving boyfriend and, little did you know, soon-to-be fiancé.

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