#headache season is still kicking my ass

[nerdie-faerie]

My brain is throwing a tantrum about the heat but also throwing a tantrum about my hair being up to combat the heat, I really can't win in summer

[theghostofashton]

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[uwooyoungs]

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[nonotnolan]

Just Another Sunday

"Eric, what the hell happened to you?" He looked up from his phone with a confused look on his face, as if he hadn't suddenly transformed into a stacked muscle God. I couldn't help but start to hyperventilate a bit. Weird stuff had been happening all over town this week, but until now the three of us had been spared.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he said, pausing for a few moments before shifting back over to his phone.

"Like hell you don't!" I yelled, stomping across the Joey's kitchen to yell directly in his face. His casual body posture confirmed that I was still dealing with Eric, at least-- my self-survival instincts were telling me that yelling at a man this large was an easy way to get the shit kicked out of me. Joey, Eric, and I had been easy targets for bullies our whole lives. Or at least, we had been until whatever the hell just happened to Eric. "Something weird is going on! You suddenly gained 6 inches, two shades of skin tan, and god only knows how many pounds of muscle. Did you really not notice that happening?"

He laughed, ruffling the top of my head before speaking. "What do you mean I gained all this? C'mon, Bro. I've looked like this for years, you know that." His wide grin deflated a bit as I glared at him, unblinking. "Bro, you're freaking me out. I've always looked like this. Look, here's my camera roll. This is us just last week. Remember?"

Now it was my turn to be confused. Our friend Joey took this photo for us... only it was the two of us clutching our pudgy stomachs and making fun of everyone outside enjoying the last weekend of swimsuit weather. Now here was Eric, every bit as shirtless and as sexy as the people that we had been mocking.

"Seriously, Bro, you're freaking me out a little." Eric pressed the back of his palm against my forehead. "Seems like you might be running a fever or something. I think you'd better stay home and get some rest. I'll ask Master Joey if you can share my bed in his servant's quarters."

Hang on... Master Joey? Something about that didn't sound right. I tried to figure out why that phrase sounded so peculiar, but I was finding it a bit hard to concentrate on anything. It almost felt like a headache, but in a forgetful sort of way. "Hang on... why would I share your bed?" I asked him. "We both have beds in Master Joey's quarters. Something weird is going on. Pull up that photo again, would you?"

We looked at the photo of me and Eric enjoying the Hot Tub one last time before swimsuit season was over. Master Joey loved taking photos of his servants and their masculinity-- all of our phones had tons of photos like this in our camera roll. Why had I been freaking out earlier?

"Sorry, Eric, I'm not sure what's wrong with me," I said, rubbing my hand over my head. Feeling the buzzed stubble always helped calm me down. Well, that and working out at the gym, but that wasn't really an option right now.

"Don't sweat it, Bro," he said, thumping me on the back. "I'm sure you'll feel better tomorrow. Anyway, it's time for our evening progress pic for Master Joey." Eric set up the timer on his phone while I peeled back my tank top. Master Joey loved getting pictures of our hot bodies each night, and we loved knowing that our master would masturbate himself to sleep at the thought of us.

A thought crossed my mind. "Hey Eric... is there any reason we don't let Master Joey have sex with us every night?

He laughed, thumping me on the back a few more times. "You know, it's funny... I was just thinking the same thing. Having Master Joey's cock up my ass actually sounds pretty nice. Should we make that our new evening ritual?"

"I think we should," I said, nodding in agreement. What was the point in having such a plump and meaty ass if no one was going to use it? And anyway, it was the least we could do for the man who allowed us to serve under him. Weird stuff has been happening all over town this week. It's a relief to know that Master Joey will always keep us safe.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART THIRTEEN)

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y/ndevils00 fair warning ‼️ if you found tuesdays post sappy, you won’t wanna see tonight’s! okay! happy scrolling!

i wanna start tonight’s postgame by saying that i cannot express how proud i am of this team! my boys, my closest friends. you ended the regular season tonight by breaking the franchise record tonight for most wins in a single season! 52 wins, baby! and breaking the record for best single season turnaround in the NHL since the league switched to the 82 game schedule with a +49 point difference! you guys are the most talented, most hardworking, and most dedicated team of people that i’ve had the privilege of meeting.

we ended this game with an overtime win, 5-4! it may have been a hard start, but you turned it around in the 3rd!

we got TWO goals by uncle u-haula tonight! a tip-in by sheriff woody! and a goal by dj dougie-h! so proud of you guys!

lukey got his very first NHL point tonight with an assist on erik’s first goal of the night and i can confirm that i shed a few tears. my pretty baby also made his 98th point tonight with an assist on haulaback girl’s second goal of the night!

however, most importantly, lukey, my smush, got his very first NHL goal tonight with the game winning goal! which was the catalyst that got us that franchise record breaking 52nd win. AND he did it with an assist from his big brother, my bubs, jacky! making lil jizzy end this season with NINETY-NINE points!

i am so proud of you, smush! you played SO well tonight and i can’t wait to see you continue to take ass and kick names! i’m so proud to be your figurative (and hopefully eventually real) big sister <3

it’s been a hell of a season! let’s go to the playoffs, boys!

tagged ehaula, miles.wood44, dougieham, lhughes_06 and jackhughes

lhughes_06 thank you squishy ❤️ if i have anything to do with it, you’ll be my sister sooner rather than later

y/ndevils00 oh don’t make me cry again, i’ll get a headache!

y/ndevils00 i’m gonna cuddle you till death!

lhughes_06 i think i’d be okay with that

jackhughes i wouldn’t

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes this isn’t about you though, is it?

jackhughes i’m so insanely proud of you little bro! can’t wait to kill it with you for many years to come!

lhughes_06 thank you jacky! it’s a dream come true to play with you!

y/ndevils00 SHUT UP STOP MAKING ME CRY! YOU ASSHOLES!

jackhughes you wanna hear something babe?

y/ndevils00 oh god what?

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 can i tell her?

lhughes_06 go for it

jackhughes so, you know luke is giving his first goal puck to our dad. but luke asked the refs if he could keep the puck he made his first assist with, so he can give it to you

y/ndevils00 what? you’re not fucking with me are you? because jack i stg if this is a joke to you, then i’m gonna start dating trevor

jackhughes not a joke, baby

trevorzegras why was i brought into this? and jack, you’re not even concerned that she threatened that? i think your girl wants me 🤪

jackhughes @/trevorzegras oh please, you guys would rip each other’s heads off within the first 10 minutes of dating

john.marino97 back to no feature on the post but i’ll accept this one for luke

y/ndevils00 yeah, yeah. ya know i said plenty of nice things about the team! it’s not all about the pictures!

y/ndevils00 besides, you didn’t even play in this game

john.marino97 still would’ve been nice to be included >:( but thank you best friend number 3, i love you

y/ndevils00 okay let’s not get carried away here!

john.marino97 you’re insufferable

y/ndevils00 i love you too, bff number 2

john.marino97 📸

y/ndevils00 damnit!

dawson1417 thank you bff 3! love you! let’s take on the playoffs!

y/ndevils00 i love you too, bff number 1! you’re gonna smash it!

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 why does his “i love you” come easy?!

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i like to keep you on your toes 🤭

nicohischier thank you y/n/n! so glad to have you as our media manager!

y/ndevils00 awww 🫶 you still have to do the postgame interview

nicohischier fuck

jackhughes thank you sweet girl ❤️ so insanely lucky to have you in charge of our media. without you, i don’t know where i would be these past few years. thank you for being my best friend and my girlfriend (and yes, eventually my wife, i hope)

y/ndevils00 aww lil rizzy! YOU don’t have to do a postgame interview <3

jackhughes YES! suck it, hischier! @/nicohischier

y/ndevils00 i can still change my mind. don’t push your luck baby

jackhughes sorry babe, love you!

dougieham thanks y/n! it’s been an honor to work alongside you these past 2 seasons!

y/ndevils00 so glad i was given the opportunity to get you acclimated when you joined! love ya, doug!

jesperbratt thank you y/n! 😄 i’ve had lots of fun working with you!

y/ndevils00 please let me be your personal bodyguard. nobody will ever see me coming on the ice until i cross-check them for even looking at you the wrong way.

jesperbratt that’s nice! 🤍

_quinnhughes fun fact: y/n facetimed me crying after the game because “her smush won the game”. so proud of you lukey! you’re doing amazing man! keep up the great work!

y/ndevils00 that was supposed to stay between us, quinny! hope you have a good game though, fishy!

_quinnhughes thanks, sis!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes HE CALLED ME SIS! DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU SEE THAT?!

jackhughes i did, love! i see it! so happy for you!

lhughes_06 thanks bro! love ya!

[cuddlepilefics]

SKZ Season Greetings - 7

Leading by example

Despite his headache, Felix truly enjoyed going through Changbin’s camera roll together, looking at the snow and holiday decorations. The rapper had made sure to turn the brightness of the screen down a little, so he wouldn’t cause the Aussie more pain. “So, after scolding Hyunjin and me, Chan decided to go out himself?”, Felix asked hoarsely, growing sarcastic, “Leading by example, huh?” – “Don’t worry, Lix”, Changbin chuckled sadly, “I’m pretty sure he’s regretting it, or at least, regretting that we walked to the store and only got a cab for the journey back.” – “You what?!”, the dancer asked, propping himself up on his elbows, “Are you crazy? What were you thinking? It’s freaking cold outside, I know because I’ve been there a couple of hours ago.” After a beat of silence, Changbin sighed: “Yeah, I guess we’re crazy and we weren’t really thinking anything. Already had regrets about halfway to the store. You are right, Lix, it is freaking cold outside.” – “Are you still cold?”, Felix asked hesitantly, his voice soft as he studied the rapper’s slumped posture, “Come here, my fever should be enough to warm you up.” He lifted the corner of the blanket and let Changbin get comfortable next to him before he snuggled up to his hyung’s side, eager to share his warmth with the older.

Chan lay on the couch, his legs elevated by a few cushions and a cold washcloth draped across his burning forehead. The living room was only illuminated by the Christmas lights, the blinds drawn to allow him to get some much needed sleep. Jeongin had pulled a beanbag up next to the couch, so he could hold the leader’s hand. “Come on, Innie”, Hyunjin whispered, “That can’t be comfortable.” The maknae only shrugged, not moving from his spot on the beanbag. He was sore but he doubted it would change if he laid down somewhere else. Hearing a muffled sneeze from the kitchen, Jeongin looked up and Hyunjin too turned his head when there was a second sneeze. The dancer’s brows furrowed when after a short moment of silence, there was a third sneeze. Making his way to the kitchen, Hyunjin spotted Minho leaning with his back against the counter, a wad of paper towels pressed to the lower half of his face. His eyes watered while his breath kept hitching. “Bless you, hyung”, Hyunjin hummed as he watched the other’s eyes flutter shut again. It was obvious Minho wasn’t done yet.

Gently taking Minho by the elbow, Hyunjin guided him to the dining table and pulled put a chair for the older to sit down. His hyung shot him a grateful look before ducking back into his paper towels with another sneeze. His hitching breaths had left Minho dizzy and he was relieved to sit down while he had to wait out the fit. If only his nose wasn’t so incredibly itchy. With his eyes watering badly, Minho didn’t see Jeongin join them, he only heard the quiet sound of the tissue box being set down on the dining table before the maknae whispered: “You should use real tissues, hyung. Your nose already looks painfully raw, paper towels will only make it worse.” – “Tha- hah-hh’GSCht! *sniff* ugh, tha’gks”, the older sniffled, plucking a few tissues from the box. He stuffed the damp paper towels into his pocket before productively blowing his nose, making his dongsaengs cringe without even noticing it. It was safe to say that this cold was really kicking his ass.

After getting Minho to lay down in his room with a fresh pack of tissues and a steaming cup of tea on his nightstand, Hyunjin joined Jisung on a heap of blankets and cushions that looked like they had been randomly strewn across the carpet. The older had thought that the rapper was asleep, so he startled when the younger’s fingers tightened on his sleeve, glossy eyes meeting his. “What’s wrong, Ji? Why aren’t you asleep?”, Hyunjin whispered, gently cupping the other’s fever-flushed cheek. Sleepily nuzzling into the touch, Jisung breathed: “Head’s killin’ me.” – “Aww, I think it should be another two hours till you can take more medicine”, the older smiled sympathetically as he glanced at the clock, “What are we going to do with you till then, hm?” Groaning in defeat, Jisung dropped his pounding head against the dancer’s shoulder as the other soothingly massaged the back of his neck.

Jeongin had witnessed the interacting and grabbed an icepack from the freezer, wrapping it in a soft towel, so it wouldn’t be too cold. Crouching next to the pair, Jeongin carefully spread the icepack across the back of Jisung’s head and smiled when Hyunjin took over holding it in place. “Thanks”, the rapper sniffled, burying his face deeper into the crook of Hyunjin’s neck. Ready to go and take a nap himself, Jeongin headed towards his room but decided to check on Seungmin first. The vocalist had disappeared not long after they had gotten Chan settled on the couch, so the youngest figured all the commotion had been too much for his friend.

“Hey”, Seungmin breathed when he spotted the slouched figure in the doorway, “What’s up, Innie?” The maknae shrugged, closing the door behind him before taking a seat on the other’s bed. Playing with his sleeves, Jeongin mumbled: “You were gone, so I thought I’d check on you. How do you feel?” – “My throat’s on fire and I feel like I got hit by a train. Everything hurts but I guess that isn’t really anything new”, the vocalist rasped and accepted the water bottle his dongsaeng handed his from his desk, “How’re you? You look at least as drained as you did earlier. Did you not manage to get any sleep since then?” Jeongin lightly shook his head. “Feeling restless?”, Seungmin guessed after taking a swig from his bottle. When the younger gave a hesitant nod, he placed the bottle onto the nightstand next to them and opened his arms, offering: “You wanna lay down with me for a while? We could listen to some music or a podcast or something. Just something to distract us from the misery without taking up much brain cells because I can’t really seem to think lately.” The pair turned on a calm playlist and Jeongin stretched out alongside Seungmin, the older wrapping him in a loose hug before reaching one hand up to stroke his hair. With Seungmin’s nails lightly grazing his scalp, it took a surprisingly short time for the maknae to drift off to sleep and boy had he needed that.

With all of the members settled and finally catching up on the sleep they had missed, the dorm grew quiet aside from the congested snores and occasional cough. Outside, the sun set and the world grew dark early in the evening but the candles and fairylights still illuminated the dorm with a cozy, warm glow. Their division was working hard at the company building trying to reschedule the most important events and estimating how long it might take for most of the group to have recovered. Chan had spoken to them on the phone shortly before heading out to the store, so they knew the condition the members were in and could make sure they really put the idols’ health first. Maybe this illness was a blessing in disguise, finally giving the members a much needed break.

Chan woke up to weak groans as Jisung tried to wriggle out of Hyunjin’s embrace. With his head still thumping relentlessly, the rapper had squinted at the clock and realized that he could finally have another dose of medicine to hopefully dull the pain a little for the next few hours. Noticing that his dongsaeng was awake, Chan sat up and took a moment to get his bearings before making his way over to the younger. “You want some help?”, the leader whispered, earning a defeated nod. When Jisung was finally free, he struggled to get to his feet. His head swam as Chan pulled him up and he dizzily slumped into the Aussie’s chest. Steadying the younger by the shoulders, Chan frowned: “What’s going on?” – “Head’s killin’ me an’ it’s time for more medicine”, the rapper slurred, trying to stand up straight by himself.

With his arm wrapped securely around Jisung’s waist, Chan guided the boy to the dining table and told him to sit tight. “Here, I heated up some soup for you”, the leader hummed hoarsely, “You should have something in your tummy before you take medicine. Doesn’t have to be much but, you know, getting an upset tummy on top of everything would suck.” – “You should eat something too, hyung”, Jisung breathed, slowly picking up the spoon. Though Chan had absolutely no appetite, he knew his dongsaeng was right, so he went to get another bowl of soup and join the other for what he estimated to be dinner. His perception of time was off though, so he couldn’t say for sure.

The two ate in silence, which was only interrupted by Jisung frequently clearing his throat. Chan soon sat with the cuff of his sleeve firmly resting against his septum, the steam making his nose run like crazy and he could barely eat without feeling like he was drowning. Though Jisung had had a headstart, Chan finished his soup first and disappeared to the bathroom in a hurry, productively blowing his nose. By the time he had gone through multiple tissues, the Aussie finally felt like he could breathe again and washed his hands before bringing Jisung medicine and a glass of water. Yeah, they were a mess but they were handling themselves quite well, regardless of how wrecked they felt.

[scoops-aboy86]

What are your thoughts on Steve’s chronic migraines getting worse so Eddie and Robin convince him to go to the doctor. The medication he is given helps but perhaps it starts to cause weight gain #chubby Steve Harrington

To be honest, I don’t know if I know enough about migraines to go too deeply into that part of it. My brother gets them, and I briefly thought I was getting them in college but that turned out to be just my sinuses trying very hard to murder me on a seasonal basis. The campus health center had me keep a food journal for a while in case it was a dietary trigger, though, which I kind of want to foist on Steve. Like, what if…

(This got away from me, what else is new, please either enjoy or suffer for the next 3k words. The meds definitely kicked off Steve’s weight gain, partly because meds do that and partly because he doesn’t end up puking his guts out as often anymore, but the combo of the food journal and the stress reduction of he finds in eating definitely awakens something that keeps it going.)

Hawkins Memorial Hospital and all its patient records were obliterated over the course of defeating Vecna. So now that the Upside Down is gone and the older teens have moved out of Hawkins, Robin and Steve got into college somewhere (Steve by the skin of his teeth, if only because I’m not sure if community colleges have health services for their students), and Eddie lives with them too while he works at an auto shop and tries to scrape a new band together.

Between the migraines and the campus nurse “what if”ing him about shit, because he no longer has the medical history on his whopping total of four concussions in three years, Steve has very little patience for being instructed to write down everything he eats for a week or two on the off chance his headaches are triggered by something he’s eating. He’s sure that’s not it. Robin and Eddie bully him into actually doing it, basically resulting in a communal journal where they all take notes on Steve’s meals. 

So Eddie is uniquely tuned in to Steve’s eating habits, even for a trauma-bonded roommate with a big gay crush. He doesn’t think much of it, but does have a lot of fun being all “You deserve a treat for finishing that homework on time, I’ll pencil you in for a donut and we’ll hit the corner market!” and whatever. Just a little bit of friendly teasing on the days Steve decides to be lazy and eats mostly junk. 

By the time Steve finally gets medication and a routine that actually helps keep the migraines at bay more often than not, the food journal is long done but Eddie still notices that stuff and is vaguely aware that Steve has started snacking more often, taking a little extra at dinner, doubling up on his usual bowl of cereal for breakfast. He also notices the way all of his jeans start to hug his ass more, the faintest suggestion of a future muffin top starting to bunch over waistbands when his shirts are tucked in, how he starts moving a little slower when taking the stairs up to their apartment two at a time (or, eventually, one at a time like what Eddie considers a normal person). 

He casually brings it up at one point, something offhand like, “Extra hungry today, Harrington? Or are you carb loading before a hot date, or whatever it is you jocks get up to before strenuous activity?” But Steve just laughs and helps himself to more pasta or whatever’s for dinner, his third serving, and says he’s pretty sure it’s the new meds are doing something to his appetite. So no, not just today. 

And Eddie doesn’t push, because Steve seems fine with it. The extra weight looks good on him, in Eddie’s opinion—anything would look good on Steve, but especially the contentment that comes with indulging the whims of his appetite. He’s quickly developing a snacking-while-studying habit, and Eddie learns that when Steve gets frustrated and tries to blow off doing the work, he can be both placated and bribed to continue with donuts. His grades are steadily improving, and that’s not the only thing on the upswing; he eventually consults both Robin and Eddie on how to size up his closet on a budget, too. 

The only thing Steve complains about is the dating dry spell he’s on, grumbling about shallow girls who don’t want to take the time to get to know him. Robin comments that he’s like a broken record, she heard all of this before when his parents cut him off and he didn’t have the money to plan lavish dates anymore… and Eddie feels like he’s been knocked over the head by the comparison. He can’t imagine not wanting to date Steve just because his money doesn’t grow on trees or he’s put on weight, what is wrong with those women?!

Because, call a spade a spade: if Steve were into guys, Eddie would ask him out in a heartbeat. Even if it could potentially torpedo their friendship. He puts so much energy every day into not flirting with Steve, and to be honest these days he’s mostly redirecting it towards bringing him treats. Steve has this unfortunate habit of licking his fingers (even when it doesn’t seem like he should need to!); Eddie is developing a staring problem. A worse staring problem. Whatever. 

Sometimes the three of them smoke up on Friday and Saturday nights when they have nothing better to do. (Read: don’t have dates. Eddie is used to being a dateless loser, but he feels bad for Steve and Robin. Indignant on their behalf. Secretly pleased whenever Robin has plans and relieved when Steve doesn’t, and guilty about both.) They pick out a tub each of ice cream in advance and order too much pizza and watch movies they barely pay attention to while bickering and giggling like idiots, and if it’s a double lame day weekend none of them bat an eye when Steve starts getting two tubs for himself so he doesn’t run out part way through. Goads one or both of them to bet on whether he can finish it in one sitting before it completely melts, leaving Eddie to have to hide a boner whenever the challenge devolves into messily slurping of whatever’s left at the bottom. 

It’s at the end of one of those nights where it’s just Steve and Eddie; they turn in for the night (or the pre-dawn hours at least), Steve taking a little longer to shuffle into his room because he offered to put the leftovers in the fridge. Eddie gets back up because his mouth is dry as hell, and opens the fridge for light while he hunts for a clean cup… only to realize the leftovers aren’t there. He checks the freezer, and his own mostly empty ice cream carton is missing too. Turns out, they’re in the trash, scraped clean. Steve must have finished everything. When he goes back to his room he can hear Steve moving restlessly through the thin shared wall, soft grunts and moans and muffled burps and—

Usually, Eddie tries to be a good roommate and put his headphones on when he realizes that Steve is having some alone time. But he’s sleepy and still stoned and doesn’t feel like getting up again, so he stays prone and closes his eyes, telling himself that he’s not listening, really he’s not, he’s just trying to sleep. The hand he’s palming himself through his pajama pants begs to differ, though. And if he thinks he hears choked moans of “more, give me more” and “please, I need it” and “yeah, give it to me, Eddie,” no he absolutely does not. He obviously just nodded off into a wet dream, because while Steve often joins him at Robin at the local gay establishments for nights on the town, he only ever hooks up with girls. 

The next weekend it happens again. Eddie has no idea if Steve is eating up all the extras in the kitchen or taking some of it back to his room, but it’s obvious where it’s all going. And either way the end result always seems to be the same: Steve eats and jerks off afterwards, and Eddie listens in and does the same. He feels like a creep for doing it, but the shame doesn’t hit until after he’s done biting his pillow to keep quiet and pumping into his fist until his toes feel permanently curled. 

But, he rationalizes, it’s not that weird that they each have their own guilty pleasures. Everybody’s got to have something at the end of the day, right? And at least pinning after Steve this way keeps him from doing anything stupid, like spending his weekend cruising for one night stands and STDs. It happens enough already on the rare occasions that Steve does have a date, he doesn’t need to up his risk factor for catching anything. 

This goes on until Robin and Steve graduate. Like, actual years. Eddie would feel like a monk by now if he wasn’t secretly indulging himself while imagining Steve on a regular basis, which is… it’s fine. At least it goes a long way towards keeping lingering nightmares about demon bats and evil veiny wizards at bay. 

They have two different ‘Congrats Grads’ parties in their cramped apartments, one with all their friends from school and around the city, and one for everyone who knows about the Upside Down. Eddie buys two huge sheet cakes for both, but is puzzled when there’s way too much left—and Steve doesn’t seem to have touched them. 

After the last round of guests has gone, including Robin who had announced out of nowhere that she was going to crash with Nancy in the latter’s hotel room and wake up early to do touristy things in the city while Nancy is visiting from Boston, Steve calmly gets both platters of remaining cake out. Without explaining himself, he also produces a gallon tub of ice cream and lays everything out on the coffee table in front of their second hand couch. His thighs and arms have grown thicker over the years, cheeks fuller, jawline softer. His belly rounds out before him, spilling over in front and a litte to either side even while empty, and he has this way of kind of holding it as he shifts further back on the couch to get comfortable, like he doesn’t want to jostle it or maybe, maybe just needs it a little out of the way to better move around. 

Eddie pretends not to watch but the second he glances up realizes he’s been caught out, because Steve meets his gaze, staring right back. 

“I wanted to show you something,” Steve says, and holds out the old food journal, abandoned many semesters and a whole diploma ago once it had been determined that Steve’s triggers were mostly bright lights and stress-related. 

Except… it wasn’t abandoned, apparently. Notes fill it up from cover to cover, post-its sticking out more and more towards the back pages where Steve’s increasingly squashed handwriting had run out of space for that day. Everything Steve had eaten, carefully recorded quantities. Some entries, Eddie notices, have a small ‘e’ written and circled next to them, and he’s about to ask when Steve sees where he’s looking and says, “That’s all the food you gave me.”

And Eddie hadn’t even realized how much he’d been doing that, because Steve had always just taken everything he’d offered without comment. It had become normal, like a reflex. And, okay, maybe he’d noticed that on days Steve ate more he tended to be a little more audible through the wall at night as he worked his way to completion, and maybe it had become Eddie’s favorite soundtrack to fall asleep too. 

He doesn’t realize that his jaw has dropped until Steve sits forward with a grunt—a series of them really, because Eddie is on the bean bag chair on the other side of the coffee table and that was a bit of a reach even before Steve had started adding pound after pound to his own frame—and nudges it closed with a finger under his chin. Your move, Steve’s eyes seem to say as he sits back, resettles his ass and then his belly all over again. 

“I’m bisexual,” Steve announces bluntly. “Figured I should just come out and say it, since I’m either really bad at hinting or you haven’t picked up on the fact I’ve been trying to for… a while now. Robin says it’s pretty painful to watch me fail so hard and you still act so oblivious. I think she’s sad for both of us. And,” he adds, laying a hand over the crest of his belly, “while I’m doing the open and honest communication thing—I like this. I like to eat, and I like how I look. And either you like it too or you’ve got this… codependent blind spot, Robin called it? Which I guess means you just give me things that you know I want without really thinking about it. But she also said that you might just think of me as off limits because we’re friends and we live together and I’ve never actually, like, told you that I like both, which… I don’t really have a good excuse for, other than being kind of a moron. So.” He gives his belly a double pat, which Eddie’s dazed brain can only liken to a judge banging a gavel, but whatever it’s supposed to mean is kind of drowned out by the way it wobbles and fills said brain with silent fizz. “This is me telling you. And asking, uh, if you’ve noticed, or have… any interest in me at all. If giving me food means anything, because—at the risk of making things incredibly weird between us—it makes me feel really good when you do.”

For a moment Eddie just gapes at him. He doesn’t even know when his mouth fell back open. His brain is still the equivalent of a shaken can of Coke that Steve’s just popped the top of, metaphorically foaming out his goddamn ears. And then when he tries to say something, it’s too many different sentences at once and just comes out as as a garbled, “Stehuhyuhwha…?”

Steve just huffs and says, “Stop trying to cheat at Scrabble, Eds.” Which is what Robin always says when Steve’s dyslexia or Eddie’s abuse of creativity in regards to spelling rears up during important moments. Like when she’s tricked them into playing Scrabble. 

Eddie tries again. “Steve, what are you talking about? What do you mean you’ve been trying, to… to what? Both? Picked up on—What?!”

Immediately, Steve’s face flushes. “Shit, you really didn’t know? Any of it?”

“I knew about the eating,” Eddie says, and he feels like his voice has gone unusually high but can’t focus enough on that to decide if it’s actually true. “I mean, I knew you seemed okay with it, but you said your meds make you hungrier or something—How like is much, I mean, is like, I mean—” He slaps a hand over his own mouth to stop that runaway train of a sentence before it goes over a cliff any more than it already has, then tries to rephrase. “What do you mean by you like it?”

“Eddie. Have you noticed how often I put my fingers in my mouth when you’re around? Haven’t you heard me through the wall?”

Eddie’s face feels hotter than the sun. “Y-yeah…” He wonders if it’s really possible to die of spontaneous combustion, but confronted directly like this he can’t find it in himself to lie. “You… you touch yourself after you…”

“Eat a lot,” Steve finishes. “It feels good, getting so full like that. I sleep better after, especially if I, uh, come.” He flushes a little at the admission, too, so at least Eddie isn’t completely alone. “I say things sometimes, hoping you’ll hear.”

“I thought I was dreaming most of that,” Eddie admits, which makes Steve perk up a little. 

“You dream about me?”

“I…” Letting out an embarrassed whine, Eddie brings a hand to his hair, dragging a clump of it down over his mouth in a ludicrous attempt to hide. “Shit, yeah. I do. I…” And, okay, if he’s going to admit this he’s not going to do it by halves, because if Steve can just say things that would get him labeled a freak in most circles, then so can Eddie, the official Freak of Hawkins, Indiana. “I listen and I picture what you might be doing in there, and I get off to it, man. I thought I was being a huge creep for doing that, but I couldn’t help it because it’s you, alright? At the risk of making things incredibly weird between us, Steve, I’ve been fucking gone on you for a mortifyingly long time and it’s only ever gotten worse, and I’m pretty sure that you saying any of what you’re saying now means I’ve finally lost my mind and I want you to be my padded cell. I don’t even know what that means, Steve, but I want it.”

Steve tilts his head slightly. “It’s gotten worse? In a bad way?”

“Oh my god,” Eddie groans, and drops his flaming face into his sweaty palms. “It’s gotten bigger. It’s gotten… more. What do you want from m—”

“Eddie,” Steve interrupts, cutting through his Freudian slips like a knife through butter. “Come here.”

When Eddie lifts his head, he sees that Steve is patting the section of couch next to him. Feeling dazed and like this might as well happen, Eddie climbs his feet and ambles around the laden coffee table on rickety Bambi legs. Jesus H Christ, is this what having a stroke feels like?

He sits. Steve lays a hand on his thigh and Eddie feels like it’s leaving a mark straight through the ripped denim. 

“I want to show you something,” Steve says. “Try something, I guess. You can say no, but… I’m hoping you won’t. Because I’ve been thinking about this ever since you started writing things in that stupid journal for me. I want you to feed me cake and ice cream, and when the cake runs out I want you to pour the melted ice cream down my throat. Okay?”

“Should,” Eddie starts, and then has to clear his throat a few times because holy shit, his voice is rough and all the blood in his body just rushed south. “Should we do this on a communal couch, or… your room…?”

Steve’s eyes go hooded and dark, bedroom eyes if Eddie’s ever seen them. The goddamn Harrington Charm. “You wanna see where all the magic happens, baby? Finally get the visual to go with the audio?”

And well, that kind of answers the question of whether Steve was wolfing down leftovers in the kitchen or in bed, doesn’t it?

The next day, Robin gravely thanks them for not doing “hungry penis stuff” on shared furniture, a phrase which they vehemently beg her never to use again with varying degrees of dismayed wailing and hysterical laughter. And then she whacks them both upside their heads with a heartfelt, “Took you long enough, you dingi!”

[himbeereule]

Kick the shadows ass! Don't worry take your time I also have my seasonal depression going on and had to take a couple melatonins to sleep for few days

I've been thinking about borrowing my so's melatonin, but the amount of sleep isn't really the problem - I can supplement that with frequent naps - it's just extremely hard to concentrate on anything when you have constant nightmares while asleep and psychosis while awake (that both of these things also tend to cause nasty headaches doesn't help either).

I'm mostly stable now (stable enough to be annoyed by the fact i wasted my entire week of vacation being broken), but I have a lot of exams in the next three weeks, so I'm not sure how likely it is for me to get a phase of creative energy...

Sorry.

It's incredibly frustrating how close the demo has been to completion for weeks now, but it's still not done. I could've finished this in December if brain did work.

[project1939]

(The dreamy Melvyn Douglas, top left, the goofy Red Skelton, top right, and the GOAT Tallulah Bankhead on the bottom in the glasses!)

Day 13- TV and Radio: 

TV:  

Westinghouse Studio One, season 4, episode 24, “Letter from an Unknown Woman,” February 24th, 1952. 

The Red Skelton Show, season 1, episode 18, “Make a Salad,” Feb 24th, 1952. 

Radio: 

The Big Show, episode 49, February 25th, 1952. 

My Friend Irma, “Lost Friendship Ring,” February 24th, 1952. 

The Phil Harris and Alice Faye Show, “Seeing Phil’s New Movie,” February 17th, 1952. 

I don’t always find Red Skelton funny, he can sometimes be a bit too buffoonish for me, but his opening monologue today genuinely had me laughing. He did pantomime impressions of all the different types of people in the crowds at boxing matches: the bored guy, the tough guy punching like he’s in the ring, the gangster trying to throw the fight, the sensitive guy afraid of seeing blood, and the guy with his wife who constantly distracts him by asking questions about what is going on. 

The big treat of the day, though, was Westinghouse Studio One. This episode unexpectedly starred Melvyn Douglas, and he played his role extremely well. He’s a sort of a thinking girl’s dream guy, and I adore him. He’s a charming and refined intellectual type who still has lots of confident masculine energy. He’s one of my big crushes from Old Hollywood. His wife in real life kicks ass, too! She became a politician and was one of the first women elected to congress. 

Tallulah’s corner: I have to shorten my list, as usual! At one point Tallulah did a skit where she was taking her driver’s test, and her instructor asked, “You do know what the red and green lights mean, don’t you?” “Yes!" she said, "Christmas!” One of guests later introduced her as “Tallulah Bankhead, who invented Bette Davis!”  

...And now a word from today’s best sponsor: Anacin! Do you have headache, neuritis, or neuralgia? (Do you even know what those last two are?) Then you need Anacin! It’s just like a doctor’s prescription because it contains not one, but a combination of medically proven ingredients! Kiss neuritis and neuralgia goodbye- soon you’ll forget what they are! (Even if you didn’t actually know what they were in the first place!) 

[cesar-ramon]

Joss was not funny. Okay, she was pretty funny, but Cesar could hardly appreciate it when he was tired and hangry. The sad thing about hearing thoughts and ghosts was the pain that came along with it. It wasn’t like Medium where Jennifer Love Hewitt was pretty crying and helping totally normal looking ghosts cross over to the light. No, Cesar’s was more like Gothika and he was Halle Berry trying to solve a mystery while being haunted. Ghosts looked like holograms of their worst moment — sometimes they were mostly normal like Joss save for the dark ring from strangulation around her neck, other times they were bloated and water spilled from their mouths if they drowned in a bayou or creek. Other times black spots and rot riddled their skin or drooling gunshot wounds could be seen. Their voices were the worst, however. While reading minds still was jarring, Cesar could tell his own mental voice from the other person and it wasn’t grating as much as it was annoying. Ghost though… Their voices were disembodied and high pitched, giving him headaches and at the worst of times, nosebleeds. All in all, Joss was hardly the worst ghost he could be stuck with, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be haunted any less. 

“Joss.” He echoed. “ Look, we’re gonna need sound ground rules, Joss. Like number one, limit roasting my ass like an insult comic in the middle of a divorce who can’t see his kids to a minimum so I don’t feel as kicked when I’m already down and probably crazy.” He sighed. It was really the only thing he could think of in that moment as his mind slowly wound down and was almost — almost — in a sweet state of hibernation. But of course, that would have been too nice. Joss spoke up, and his dark eyes fluttered open as he stared into space like he was a character on The Office and the camera was zooming in right in front of him. 

He watched her as he sat up, his once-again unamused expression flat and full of disapproval for her. “ Postal? You’re dead.” He reminded her, although he supposed it made some sort of sense for an intelligent haunting. With a heavy sigh, Cesar flailed his arms. “ I don’t —- can you ever touch things? How are you supposed to turn a page or change a channel? I don’t…” Cesar huffed, flustered as he looked around the room. He had a TV, but no cable.  It was pretty old to boot and while he wanted to get one of those things that allowed him to watch Netflix and stuff, he was, at present, making due with a functioning DVD player and an impressive supply of box sets of shows from a couple years before anything that people were even watching now. But what about when he was gone?  How was she gonna change DVDs for seasons? 

“You do remember that the living need sleep, right?. You can’t expect me to entertain you day and night like a jester? A cat would be less demanding. “ He scoffed. “I’m gonna need to sleep at some point, and you’re gonna need to find a way to get your kicks or whatever it is you plan on doing because there’s the fact that I’m still actively looking for gigs because I need money to pay for this shithole.” He reminded her with a hint of exhaustion in his attitude. 

Standing slowly and unevenly, tiredness was giving way to the hunger that had been nagging at the pit of his stomach, but Cesar didn’t want to exhaust his meal resources until he really needed it, so instead of calling a friend up and begging them to take him out, Cesar pushed off his bed and stood. He paused, sighing, then reached for the buttons on his pants and carelessly shuffled out of them. They were mostly clean, and he didn’t want to dirty them up and make more laundry. After picking them up from the ground and sort of folding them, Cesar placed them at the foot of his bed before wandering lazily over to the small kitchenette and digging through the cupboards. 

“You can stay here and watch stuff if you want — I can put something on for you before I leave and it should play until the season is over. Or you can go do something that’ll help you … I don’t know, figure out what your unfinished business is or whatever.” he said as he grabbed a bowl and an open box of off brand cereal. Maybe we can take some time to go to the library or you can tell me where some of your friends or family are and ask them some questions that could jog your memory. Maybe you need to reconcile with your mom, I dunno.” He snickered almost. As he opened his fridge, Cesar glanced around until he found a bottle of milk and pulled it out. His joy over his find lasted a few moments before opening it revealed a smell that made him wretch. Tossing the entire carton into the sink, Cesar grabbed a spoon and shuffled his way to the couch with his dry cereal. “ Anyone you maybe pissed off or something?��� He asked, dancing casually around the topic as he wasn’t sure she was aware what her neck looked like. 

Joss thought she might have heard a groan as he sank into his mattress hopelessly, but maybe it was just her imagination. Still less than pleased at making new friends, she stayed some feet behind him as he wallowed in self pity and measured the new slew of mental burdens atop the many. Her head tilted to the side curiously, admiring the curve of his pants over his ass. Her eyebrows raised and her lips made a curt frown, mouthing an inaudible hum.

It carried on until he sprouted up in opposition, her eyes widening in unsurprised shock as he dejected whatever she had managed to say now. “Wow.” She added, nodding expectantly as he emerged with a quick rejection. “Relax no one’s asking for your hand in marriage and a pen to sign the lease. I know you like to move fast but I’m squatting here. No need to make this a romantic thing, I know being in proximity to a woman is difficult for you. Probably especially because I’m dead, since that seems to be the type of shit you’re into.”

A knowing smile crept on her face. “Joss.” Delighted to hear him care enough to ask, she refocused her energy on not letting him get to her, at least not for now. “Seeing as I don’t take up any space I don’t see why I should have to pay anything.” She argued, and started to look around the room and not at him. “I do think we should establish that I am going to need some kind of entertainment so I don’t go postal. I was thinking since it seems you have some vinyls we could listen to music? TV,” she shrugged. “Put on a little antique roadshow, I’ll be such a quiet roommate you won’t even know I’m here.”

He moved around to get more comfortable in his bed, looking like something might be sitting heavy at his shoulders as he leaned forward. “You’re taking a nap?” She almost sounded offended. “But I just got here.” Like it might be a valid enough reason to stay awake. “Do you want to start today, or are you asking me if I plan on being complacent? If you stay and don’t sleep we can talk all about them. Or you can nap and I’ll be complacent.”

[be-good-to-bugs]

and im feeling ill today boys

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Lost Boys: Soup Delivery

The Lost Boys x Reader

Word Count: 1,346

Summary: The boys (try to) take care of a sick reader. This was a submission from the wonderful @maskofmirrors for my request give-away after she got a killer booster shot.  ​

“Dwayne,” you coughed. You blearily looked out into the hallway from where you laid in your bed. “Dwayne…my soup!”

He didn’t answer but you could hear them all come in the front door. Given how you felt like you were on death’s doorstep, you were in no position to get up and track him down. Even if he’d promised to bring you food...over an hour ago. 

It was winter, so you really shouldn’t have been too surprised that you caught something—it was the season, after all. When you woke up late that evening after an extended nap, the aches in your muscles were evident. Combined with the pulsing headache and shivers racking your body, and you knew that the effects from the vaccine were kicking in.

All four vampires had flown over to your place after you were a no show at the boardwalk and almost kicked in the door when it took you longer than usual to let them in. The irritation did a one-eighty turn to worry when they noticed how slow you were moving. Were you sick? Hurt? Dying?

You reassured them that even though you did feel sick, and that, yes, your muscles did hurt, that didn’t mean that you were dying for real. The vaccine was just kicking your ass, was all.

Some of the worry lifted after that explanation but they still hovered, insisting that they would take care of you. Hence the soup delivery.

Your eyelids were heavily weighted as you blinked but in the few seconds that they were closed, Dwayne appeared soundlessly and bearing a sad looking bowl of soup.

He helped you sit up making sure to fluff the pillows against your back before handing it over to you. With how big his smile was, and how big your frown was, it was clear the two of you were experiencing very different things.  

Like you previously noted, the soup was cold. Not a hint of curling steam to be found. Even the ceramic bowl was room temperature to the touch. “So… how did you make this?”

“It’s from that señora down the street. The batch was fresh off the stove when we showed up.”

You stirred the soup disappointingly. “Then why is it cold? I eat this kind of soup all of the time and it’s definitely served hot.”

He blinked, face blank. “It was hot when we got it. It’s not hot anymore?”

You motioned at the bowl for him take a taste. Normally, you would’ve held it out to him but with how shaky you were, he leaned towards you instead. He slurped it up nosily, smacking his lips. “You’re right. It’s cold.”

The headache impaired your ability to think fast but a suspicion eventually crept forward. “When did you pick this up, exactly?”

“Hmm… almost an hour ago?”

And there it was. The boys usually had good intentions when trying to offer you food but sometimes the details stumped them. This wasn’t the first time they forgot that take out went cold if you didn’t eat it within a certain window.

“Heat it up. Make sure to keep an eye on it so that it doesn’t bubble over!” you added as he left the room.

You waited to close your eyes until you heard the microwave start humming in the kitchen. It wasn’t an excuse to nap, you thought as you wiggled under the comforter. It just felt nice to rest them was all.  

“… hey! Wake up, sleepyhead.” The peace was abruptly chased away by the sudden finger pokes to your forehead.

“Please,” you said blearily. “I’m not feeling well, remember? Have mercy.”

“I don’t deal in mercy,” Marko shrugged. The mattress dipped as he stretched out next to you.

“Can you at least take off the boots if you’re going to climb into bed?”

He cocked his head as if the thought never occurred. “Make me,” he said at last.

“Come on, dude, I’m an invalid over here. Just take it easy for once.”

He smirked and crossed one leg over the over. “It’s your own fault for letting it slip that you can’t do shit to me right now.”

Suddenly, David was there at the end of the bed, dragging Marko off feet first. “They said no boots. Jesus.”

Unlike Marko, who treated you the exact same no matter if you were dying or not, David’s softer side always came out the second he detected a hint of the sniffles. It was greatly appreciated, and normally you milked it as far as you could, but you felt so miserable that you merely mumbled a tired thank you.

“Ooh, Marko’s in trouble,” Paul sing-songed as he walked in with plastic bags at his sides. That earned him a flip of both middle fingers from the curly-haired vampire. Dwayne followed right behind Paul, returning with the soup.

Dwayne by passed the two blondes while they shoved at each other. “Careful,” he warned as he transferred control of the bowl over to you. “It’s hot.”

Indeed, it was hot to the touch, and even though you were already more than a little clammy, the added steam against your face was soothing. And the first sip of soup was delicious. Not that you had any doubts about the quality since you knew where they got it from. Hole in the wall places always made the best food.

“Better?” he asked, taking back the chair he had been sitting in.

“Way better,” you swore in between swallows.

“Eat slower,” David commanded. “You’re going to make yourself sicker if keep going at that rate.”

Maybe he had a point but you were too busy enjoying the soup to listen to his advice. The broth was perfect, a blend of salty and savory, and you hadn’t eaten all day.

“Yeah, yeah! Save some room for the rest of the stuff,” Paul chimed in. Marko and him had made peace and they were cuddled up on the floor.

There was more? The plastic bags came back to mind. Surely, they hadn’t bought out the owner’s entire stock of soup but it also wouldn’t be the craziest thing they’ve ever done if they had.

The confusion must have been clear on your face because Paul started pulling items out. Not that it cleared up the confusion in any way. Packs of Sprite, handfuls of limes, and not one but two saint prayer candles. The winner, however, was the mega tub of Vicks VapoRub that Paul held up like an offering.

“What the hell,” you breathed out. “What am I supposed to do with all this?”

“The soup lady,” Marko replied, popping open a Sprite for himself.

“The soup lady,” you said back. How was that remotely related to the hodgepodge grocery bag that was unpacked? You were very familiar with her and she didn’t sell any of those things.

“When we told her that you were sick, the señora told us to get all this. Said that it would definitely help.”

Oh. Oh. You understood.

They brought back a bunch of home remedies. More specifically, Latine home remedies.

The side effect symptoms didn’t technically count as being legitimately sick but the boys assumed based on what you described to them and probably asked for advice—ergo they went to the store after being told that Vicks and Sprite would cure anything.

That was actually kind of sweet. But… “Is this why you guys were gone for long?”

“It wasn’t that long,” David insisted. “Like twenty minutes tops, sweetheart.”

Oh, yeah. Twenty minutes, your ass. Between the soup and the booster shot though, you didn’t have the energy to fight him on it. Instead, you settled for a smile. “Thanks, boys.”

A mixture of nods, thumbs ups, and words were returned to you.

“But really,” you continued, “Help me with those Sprites because there’s no way I’m gonna drink all that by myself.”

_______________

The first of my request give-away fics! More to come soon! I went into this trying to make something fluffy but it ended up a little crack-ish. No surprise there seeing as how that’s just how the boys roll. 

Thanks for reading and hope you liked it @maskofmirrors 😊

[rebelwrites]

Reality Check

Jax Teller x Reader

A/N so from a 100 word drabble out rises a 3.1k word fic from the ashes. Not gonna lie I started writing this and couldn’t stop and think it’s my longest single part fic ever.

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This Months Writing

“Are you going to spend all your time on that bloody car or are you going to join us all inside?” Jax asked, you could hear the annoyance in his voice, making you roll your eyes.

“I’ve got shit to do before show season starts at the weekend.” You said, as you tossed the empty oil bottle on the ground. “I’ve still got to get the bonnet realigned, replace the header tank and then fully detail the car.”

“So that’s a no then,” Jax huffed, pulling a cigarette between his lips. “You spend all your time on this fucking car.”

“You knew this Jax,” you spat, letting the bonnet slam closed, pulling a smoke between your lips as well, “you knew when we got together that come show season I would spend as much time as I can on the car so don’t even start.”

“I swear you love the car and the scene more than me,” he said coldly.

“Here we go again,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s the same every goddamn year, show season comes around and you get this giant stick up your ass.”

“Because you push me aside,” Jax shouted, slamming his hand down on the tool box.

“You don’t scare me Jax, so stop acting like an asshole and trying to throw your weight around because you know it doesn’t fucking wash with me.” You spat through gritted teeth. “You don’t hear me kicking off when you are out doing god knows what with the club!”

“Which is bringing money in,” Jax sneered, “Do you know what, do what the fuck you want because it’s obvious you don’t want to spend time with me at the moment.”

“Fuck you Teller,” you growled, climbing into the drivers seat of your car, starting the engine.

“Where are you going?” Jax asked as you got level to where he was standing.

“Away from you,” you spat, “I don’t know what’s got into you but I’m sick of this fucking attitude that you seem to have.”

You didn’t give Jax time to speak as you sped out of the garage, drifting as you left the lot. You needed to calm down, and the best way to do that was behind the wheel. Every year it was the same, show season would roll around and you and Jax would constantly argue. And it didn’t help that Ima was constantly lurking fueling the fire that was your insecurities.

Your mind kept wandering back to the argument with Jax, this was the third argument this week. Your friends that were in the scene always said you should call it a day on the relationship but how could you when you loved the man to bits and knew he loved you.

You both knew how hot headed you both were when you started dating, and ninety percent of the time you made things work but show season was that ten percent where you both clashed.

Due to you being lost in thought you didn’t see the car jump the red light until it was too late and slammed right into the side of you.

Your body jolted from the force of the impact, the seatbelt pulling tight against your shoulder followed by an insane amount of pain, your head also hit the roll cage and now you felt the warmth of your blood slowly trickle down your face.

Looking over to the right you saw the other car crumpled and your door had caved in, inches away from crushing your leg. But you couldn’t get out, as you fumbled with trying to get the seatbelt off you realised you had dislocated your shoulder.

It took about forty minutes for the fire department to move the other car and pry the driver's door open.

“How we holding up in here?” One of them asked.

“Just peachy,” you said through the pain, “will be better when I’m out of here.”

“It won’t be long now sweetheart,” he smiled, “now I need you to tell me where hurts and how much pain,”

“My head, think I hit it on the roll cage on impact and I now have a headache, and then my shoulder is the worst, I think it has dislocated.” You breathed, as another fireman got to work on cutting the seatbelt off you.

Soon enough you were now sitting in the back of the ambulance, right arm in a sling after they popped your shoulder back in place. The sight of your car made you want to cry, and you knew full well that the insured would class it as a write off.

Especially because it was a Ford Escort RS Cosworth and there were less than 500 in existence in the world. It also meant finding parts for it wouldn’t be easy either.

After a quick call to Chucky to come recover you, you took a couple of pictures and sent them to the group chat. Show season was over before it had even begun.

Once you had gotten the all clear from the hospital you were finally on the road home. The drive back to the lot was quiet, well on your part anyway, Chucky got the message that you didn’t want to speak so he was just softly humming along to the radio.

Opie and Gemma were the only ones outside as you arrived. The moment they saw the state of the car on the back of the flat bed they rushed over to you.

“Baby, are you okay?” Gemma asked, helping you get out of the car.

“No,” you mumbled, “the car is a write off and ive got to wear this stupid sling until Tuesday because I dislocated my shoulder, oh and my head is pounding.”

“I’m more bothered about you than the car baby,” she said softly, brushing some hair from your face. “Let’s get you inside, Ope will help load the car off the flatbed.”

You were just about to ask where Jax was before he came strolling out of the clubhouse, as soon as he saw the car his face dropped.

“What the fuck Y/N!” He snapped.

“Jax, dont fucking start,” you growled, “I’ve had a shit day and don’t need you going off at me.”

“I knew your driving and this car would end up like this,” He yelled, “this is what happens when you drive like that.”

“I was doing the fucking speed limit you asshole, it’s not my fault some guy jumped the red light and t-boned me” you sneered, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Still my point stands,” he shrugged, walking around the car assessing the damage. “This is going to cost me so fucking much to fix.”

“I’m sorry it’s going to cost you to fix it?” You laughed dryly, “it’s my fucking car so why would it cost you?”

“Because it will,” Jax snapped, “I can’t believe this, this is the last thing I need.”

“Do you think I wanted this to happen?” You snapped, “do you think I wanted to get into a car accident writing the cossi off?”

“Y/N” Jax shouted but you cut him off before he could say anymore, not once had he asked if you were okay.

“I swear to god Jax,” you growled, “if you yell at me one more time I’m gonna flip!”

“Just look at the car, it’s a wreck.” He shouted, tugging at his hair.

“You think I don’t know that,” you screamed, as tears burned your eyes, “I was the one that got fucking t-boned, leaving my pride and joy a fucking write off.”

“Y/N, just look at the state of it,” Jax sighed

“No Jax, just shut up.” You snapped, “not once have you even asked if I’m okay, the person you are meant to love, so just fuck off.”

“Baby,” he said lowering his tone, placing his hand on your left arm, but you jerked away.

“No Jax, I’m on so much pain right now, my head hurts, I’ve got fucking whiplash and you are being a total asswipe right now.” You snapped, as a few tears rolled down your cheek, “I don’t get why you are so pissed because at the end of the day you hate this car because it takes up so much of my time, well guess what? There’s now no show season for me so I’m all fucking yours.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, running his hand over his face.

“It’s too late for that,” you huffed, before walking off. “When you have stopped acting like a complete asshole then I will talk to you but right now I just want to punch you in the face so do what you need to do but just leave me alone for a bit.”

Right now all you wanted to do was punch Jax in his face, anger was flowing through your veins and you needed to distance yourself from him. As you stormed off you realised you couldn’t blow off steam by driving due to your car being a wreck.

That’s when Jax’s bike caught your eye as it sat pretty in the sunlight. Yuup you were planning on stealing your boyfriend's bike, but it would actually be stealing since you always had a spare key on you.

As you fumbled around trying to get the key out of your right pocket, you growled in frustration when you realised you wouldn’t be able to ride with your arm strapped to your chest.

“For fuck sake,” you screamed, kicking a stone that was on the ground.

“You okay baby?” Gemma asked, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“No,” you huffed, “can you give me a ride home, was gonna take Jax’s bike but kinda can’t ride with a sling.”

“Come on,” she smiled, squeezing your shoulder.

“Am I being too harsh on him?” You asked, leaning your head against the window as Gemma turned into your street.

“Yes and no,” Gemma smiled. “Look you have every right to be pissed at him because he didn’t check on you first but at the end of the day baby metal can be replaced, your life can’t. Just talk to him,”

“I kinda feel like this is the last straw, every season it’s like this.” You sighed.

“That’s what you get when you have an alpha male and female dating,” she laughed. “You will get over this, you always do.”

As Gemma pulled into your drive you saw Jax’s bike sitting there in his usual spot.

“Thanks for the lift,” you nodded, as you climbed out of her car the best you could.

The sight of Jax’s bike just fuelled the anger, and you wanted to kick it over but that was low even for you, so you stormed into the house, slamming the door behind you, to see Jax standing in the hallway staring at you.

“And you have the fucking nerve to talk about my driving,” you growled, “we left before you, yet you got here before us!”

“I didn’t get into a car accident,” he shrugged.

“Oh fuck off,” you snapped, kicking your trainers off.

“We will get you another car, it’s not a big deal.” Jax shrugged.

“It is a big deal,” you spat, “And you know I don’t want a new car, I want the one I have.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you recently,” he snapped back.

“You don’t know what’s gotten into me?” You scoffed, “let’s see Jax, I’m stressed to fuck because show season starts this weekend and I have a million and one things to do, which I get no help on, it would be nice to actually do some shit together, then I end up in a car accident totalling my baby, my head is pounding, my shoulder is in agony and still you haven’t asked if I’m okay. So sorry if I’m acting like a bitch. But I’ve had enough today.”

“Whatever,” Jax huffed, barging past you, grabbing his bike keys. “I thought we could talk like adults but guess not.”

“Fucking asshole,” you shouted as he walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Hours had passed and you were just sitting in silence in the living room, ignoring all the texts from everyone. You didn’t want to speak to anyone at this moment.

As you laid on the sofa, staring at the ceiling you realised how much of a child you were being. Yes you were still pissed at Jax but Gemma was right you needed to sit down like adults and talk things through.

Rolling off the sofa you sighed, as you realised you needed to be the bigger person, so you called an Uber to take you over to Teller-Morrow in hopes Jax was there.

Within the next hour you were walking up to the club house, noticing Jax’s bike parked in its usual spot. And your wrecked car parked in the garage. The sight of it made you want to cry.

Walking into the clubhouse, you headed straight to the bar, you didn’t need to say anything as Chucky passed you a beer.

“So where's Jax?” You asked Chibs.

“I’m not sure,” he said, “A don’t think he is back yet.”

“His bikes out front though.” You said raising your brow at him.

“Honestly A have no idea where he went, he just said he was going out.” Chibs nodded. “He should be back soon though, how are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you sighed, “my head doesn’t hurt as much though.”

“How long you gonna wear the sling?” He asked.

“A couple of days whilst the pain subsides,” you nodded, taking a sip of your beer, “then I’ve got to go for another x-ray to make sure everything is okay. It’s just this sling is annoying as fuck.”

“A can imagine, but the main thing is you are okay,” Chibs smiled.

As you were talking to Chibs, you didn’t know Jax had returned, he wasn’t expecting you to be at the clubhouse but he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you chatting to Chibs.

One thing Jax had realised today was that he couldn’t change you, or your lifestyle. Just like the club was his life, cars and show season was what you basically lived for, it was what got you excited and he realised that if he didn’t accept that, then he would end up losing you for good. He just regretted that it took you getting into an accident for him to realise just what a dick he had been over the last couple of years. He was also kicking himself at how he acted and didn’t bother to check if you were okay.

Today had been a much needed reality check for him.

“Hey Darlin’” he whispered, standing behind you. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore and tired,” you said softly, automatically leaning back into him, like your bodies were two magnets that always found their way together. “I just want to sleep but I’ve been told that someone needs to wake me up every couple of hours or something just to make sure I don’t have a concussion.”

“Well we can head home and you can have a nap if you want,” Jax said softly, “but first I have something for you, so come with me.”

You let him link his fingers with yours as he led you outside, the moment you stepped outside you saw the same model of your car on the back on the flatbed, it was a complete mess and more than likely a barn find.

“How?” Was all you managed to say, you were in total shock at the fact he had managed to find another Cosworth and so quick.

“I may have seen this on the last local run, just rotting in a barn.” Jax nodded, “So I made the owner a deal he couldn’t refuse. And I had a proper look over yours and baby there’s no saving it, the moment your insurers see the fact that three of your crumple zones are fucked, the A and B pillars are twisted along with the chassis. And from what I can see the rocker panel is fucked as well.”

You were officially speechless, hearing the extent of the damage made you want to cry. You knew it was bad but you didn’t realise it was as bad as it potentially being listed as a car B car, meaning it could never go back on the road.

“I had a buddy of mine look over it as well and he said it’s going to be a Car B, so at least we can salvage whatever we can before it needs to be scrapped.” Jax said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Wait you said we,” you whispered.

“And I mean it,” he whispered, “look I know I was being a dick but it just made me realise that this is your life and your passion and I’m sure as hell not going to change that. I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier, I should have checked on you first before I flipped out.”

“I may have overreacted as well,” you admitted.

“No, you had every right to react how you were.” Jax said, pressing a kiss on the back of your head as you yawned. “So I was thinking that we could spend this show season restoring the cossi and get her ready for next year. And I want to do it together.”

“Do you really mean that?” You asked spinning around so you were facing him. “You want to work on it with me?”

“Yes darlin’ I want to do it with you,” he smiled, “I know it won’t be the same, as it’s essentially a different car but I thought if we did it together it would be better because we will be making memories.”

“This doesn’t automatically get you out of the doghouse though,” you laughed softly.

“I didn’t think it would darlin’, but hopefully it’s a start.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I guess,” you smirked, trying to hide the yawn, but Jax saw it.

“Come on you, let’s get you back home and you can have a nap.” He smiled, resting his hand on the small of your back.

A small smile graced your face as you and Jax walked hand in hand to the suv, he was right it wouldn’t be the same car but all you ever wanted was to work on a car with Jax and you were finally going to get that, maybe restoring the Cossi would also help restore your relationship and help mend the cracks that had started forming. Either way you knew both roads would take time and patience but would be worth it in the end.

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[sacredsorceress]

Sneak || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: when peter sneaks into your shared apartment one night with ned after getting injured you discover that he’s actually the neighborhood spider-man.

a/n: let’s say peter’s like twenty-one to twenty-two here? reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: mentions of peter getting beat up and blood, angst maybe, fluff, swearing

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You weren’t supposed to be home.

Since you and Peter had moved in together two months ago, it had become increasingly difficult for Peter to keep his double life a secret. He knew that he should’ve told you earlier, but the longer he went without telling you, the worse he knew it would be when you finally found out. So he continued to keep it a secret- quietly sneaking out night after night after you had gone to bed, lying about working late, even pulling up one of the floorboards in your apartment to hide his suit- he did whatever it took to make sure that you wouldn’t find out.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you- if he didn’t he wouldn’t have taken the next step in your relationship and moved in with you- it was just that he didn’t want to worry you and- more selfishly- that he didn’t want to lose you.

Although it had been a hassle for Peter, the planned had worked... until tonight.

You weren’t supposed to be home. You were supposed to be attending some friend of your’s party. Peter didn’t bother remembering which friend, but instead that he would finally be able to sneak into your shared apartment that night without having to worry about you being awake and finding out.

However, a headache and allergy season had other plans.

Rather than partying with your friends that night, celebrating the end of the semester, you were lying on the couch in a pile of your own tissues and a warm wash cloth over your face as the television played in the background. You hadn’t bothered to text your boyfriend that you had decided not to attend the party on account of you not feeling well, instead telling yourself that he would find out when he came in the door later that evening. Slipping on your pajamas and reclining on your couch, you decided you would make the best of your night in despite the circumstances.

Peter, however, was not having nearly as relaxing of a night.

The men that he had been following for the past week and planned to encounter that night had somehow caught on to Spider-Man on their tails. Prepared to meet the masked vigilante, the group had cornered Peter in an alleyway and -as Peter recounted to Ned later that night when he came to pick him up- “got his ass kicked”.

Barely able to stand, Peter had called Ned to help him find his way home.

“Wait.” Ned said, as they stood outside the door to Peter’s apartment. “What about Y/n?”

Peter shrugged, pulling his keys out of his sweatshirt pocket that was covering the top of his Spider-Man suit.

“She’s at some party.” He told his friend, still leaning on him for support. “She um she won’t be back home until later.”

“You have to tell her soon, man.” Ned sighed, helping his friend unlock the door. “You can’t keep doing this, Peter.”

“I know, Ned.” Peter sighed. “But you know Y/n. I- I can’t tell her. She’d freak out!”

When the door finally unlocked and Peter slowly opened the door, he immediately stopped in his spot. When he peaked in the doorway and saw your favorite movie playing on the television and the lamps scattered across your living room illuminating the room he stood like a deer in headlights.

“What-” Ned began before Peter quickly clapped his hand over Ned’s mouth.

Peaking into the room again, Peter then turned to his best friend. “Y/n’s home.”

Ned’s eyes went wide as Peter pulled his hand away from his mouth. “What?” Ned whispered. “I thought you said she was going to a party?”

Peter nodded his head, worry written all over his face. “She was! I mean- that’s what I thought.” Peter said. “Shit. What- what am I going to do?”

“We could... walk... really... quietly?” Ned suggested.

Normally Peter would have argued with his friend, but you were home and that coupled with the fact that Peter could barely move on his own didn’t leave him with many options.

“Okay.” Peter sighed. “Just- be quiet and don’t step on that floorboard near the couch. It creaks a lot.”

Ned nodded and slipped his arm back under Peter’s to help him keep his balance as the two of them made their way into you and Peter’s shared apartment, slowly shutting the door behind them.

A few steps in, Peter was beginning to grow confident that they would be able to make it to your bedroom that was straight across the way without being caught- you seemed to be asleep and the television masked their quiet footsteps- that was until he heard the loud creaking sound coming from the floorboard underneath Ned’s feet.

The second he heard the loud noise, Peter snapped his neck towards Ned glaring daggers into him and Ned’s eyes grew wide, but before Peter even had the chance to say anything, you bolted up from your seat on the couch, pulling the wash cloth off of your face.

“Peter?” You asked, glancing between the pair of best friends standing behind the couch you were sat on.

You watched as Peter leaned on his friend in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants that you had never seen before. You had known your boyfriend and his best friend long enough to notice something was wrong by Peter fidgeting in his spot and Ned’s mouth dropping open while glancing at his friend.

“H- hey, Y/n.” Peter chuckled, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “I- I thought... what happened to the party?”

“Allergies- wait.” You said, dropping the face cloth from your hands and making your way around the couch to stand in front of your boyfriend. “Is that a black eye? Oh my God, Peter, what happened?”

“I-”

“And what are you wearing? I’ve never seen-” You asked now noticing the sweatsuit he was wearing as your eyes trailed down his body. Your voice got caught in your throat however, when you noticed the famous red footwear. That you had definitely never seen the before- at least not on him.

As soon as your eyes landed on his feet- the only exposed portion of his suit- Peter knew it was over for him. 

Your wide eyes immediately met his upon looking at his feet and as soon as they did, you reached your hand up to the zipper on the sweatshirt he was wearing.

“Y/n- wait-” He attempted to stop you, but before he could you were already unzipping the sweatshirt, unveiling the Spider-Man suit underneath.

As soon as you did you stumbled backwards, falling back onto the accent table that stood against the back of your couch.

“Peter...” You said his name slowly, the air practically knocked out of you. “What-”

“Y/n-” Peter attempted to reach his hand out for you, but when he did you shook your head, maneuvering your way around the couch to have it divide the two of you.

You could barely believe the sight in front of you. It had to be a joke, right?

When you separated yourself from him, Peter attempted to leave his friend’s arms, but when he did he stumbled, doubling over in pain. Despite the state of shock you were in and the hurt you were feeling in learning that your boyfriend had kept such a secret from you for so long, you couldn’t help yourself seeing Peter in pain.

You rushed to his side, wrapping your arm around his waist to guide him to the couch. Shoving your pile of used tissues to the side with your free hand you made a space for him to sit on the couch. You helped Peter slip the black sweatshirt off of his shoulders as he groaned in pain, but when he was finally relieved of it you could see pieces of his suit tattered and blood staining the side of it.

“Peter!” You gasped, your hand rushing to cover your mouth.

“It’s really not that bad, Y/n!” He tried to assure you, sitting up in his seat while grunting. “I- I promise. Look it’s already starting to heal-“

Running your hands over the tattered pieces of his suit revealing his bruises and wounds, all you could think about was how badly it must have hurt to receive these and that this definitely wasn’t the first time your boyfriend suffered this fate to protect others.

Looking up from your boyfriend’s torso, your eyes met a scared Ned who was still stood on the other side of the couch.

“You!” You shouted, pointing at Ned.

Following your gaze that had landed on his best friend, your boyfriend desperately tried to grab your hands and reason with you. “Y/n? Y/n, it’s not his fault-”

Swatting Peter’s hands away, you continued looking at Ned.

“No!” You told him beginning to pick used tissues off of your couch and hurl them at Ned. “You knew my boyfriend was putting himself in danger every night and you didn’t think to tell me- no- you didn’t think to stop him?”

Watching as you continued to throw tissues at his best friend and Ned continued to attempt to dodge them and swat them out of the air before they could hit him, Peter snatched your wrists in his hands, stopping you in your tirade on Ned.

“It’s not his fault, Y/n.” Peter said, tugging on your wrists to force you to look at him. “He... he told me to tell you, but I was just scared. I was too afraid to tell you at first because I wanted to keep it a secret, you know? But then it had gone so long and I was just... I was just so afraid you would- I don’t know- break up with me because I kept it a secret from you.”

Still in denial and in a heat of rage that you hadn’t entirely simmered down from yet, you pulled your wrists out of his grasps and stood up, stomped over to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind you.

As you stood over the sink, grasping the edges, you saw yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath, finally allowing the news you had just heard to sink in.

Your boyfriend was Spider-Man. He was a superhero. He went out almost every night protecting innocent people and had not only fought to save individuals in your community, but the whole world.

And he had kept it a secret from you for the past year and a half of your relationship.

As somewhat proud and mostly shocked that you were at the knowledge that he was Spider-Man, you were even more surprised that he had been keeping such a big thing a secret from you. You had shared everything with him- even your home- but he couldn’t tell you that he was Spider-Man.

As much as you hated to admit it- you could understand why he didn’t tell you. Putting yourself in his shoes, you could see why he didn’t tell you early on and why the fear of your reaction may have withheld him for telling you later on. However, you wished he could see how you felt- that even as your relationship became more serious, he couldn’t find it within him to be honest with you.

As the thoughts continued to race through your mind, you squeezed your eyes shut, squeezing the edge of the sink.

“Y/n?” You heard Ned ask on the other side, lightly knocking on the door.

You could hear your boyfriend shouting something incoherently from his seat on the couch- no doubt in too much pain to get up.

“-What? Dude! I am!” You heard Ned yell back before sighing. “Are you... are you okay, Y/n? You know, when I first found out Peter was Spider-Man-”

Opening your eyes and groaning you opened the cabinet in front of you, pulling out alcohol, cotton swabs and your package of bandaids before swinging the door open and shoving your way past Ned.

“Thanks for trying Ned, but Peter fucked up.” You said, kneeling in front of your injured boyfriend.

You watched as both of the boys’ eyes widened and they glanced at each other from across the room.

“Are you... are you mad?” Peter asked, sucking in a breath as you dabbed a cotton swab doused in alcohol on one of his open wounds.

“Uh yeah,” You said. “I’m pretty pissed off.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you-”

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Peter knew he fucked up.

“Shit! I mean-”

It was too late and he knew it.

“So this is my fault?” You asked raising your voice, pressing the cotton swab deeper into his skin, causing him to wince. You met his eyes and you could tell he was scared shitless, eyes shot open wide and his mouth pressed into a thin line- he had never seen you so angry. “I cannot believe you have the audacity to say that to me right now. You have been lying to me our entire relationship about being a superhero! I mean, I’m just thinking about the lengths you must of gone through to keep this shit a secret when you could’ve just told me. God, Peter, where did you even hide this fucking suit?”

Suddenly Peter was very interested in staring at the pile of tissues besides him rather than meeting your eyes.

“Um...” He said. “You know that floorboard that always creaks a lot near the table? I um... I pulled it up. I keep the suit and the web fluid in there so you... so you don’t see it.”

At his confession, you pulled the now blood soaked cotton swab away from his skin and threw it as his face with so much force he didn't have time to swat it away.

“Are you kidding me?” You shouted. “Do you know how many times I’ve tripped over that thing? I swear to God when I'm done fixing you up, Peter, I’m beating the both of you up!”

“For the record,” Ned said. “this is Peter’s fault.”

“Thanks a lot, Ned.” Peter grumbled.

You shook your head, grabbing another cotton swab and using it to clean another wound.

“Ned I thought we were friends.” You told him. “Remember that time you accidentally bumped into the bookshelf and ruined Peter’s Death Star? I covered for you!”

“Wait-” Peter said. “That was you? What the heck, man?”

“... Sorry.” Ned shrugged.

Sighing you tossed the used cotton swab onto the couch and took one of the band-aids out of the box beside you, placing it over one of Peter’s cuts. Looking down at his abdomen as you did it you heard your boyfriend from above you.

“Hello kitty?” He asked. “Really, Y/n? Mr. Stark is going to make so much fun of me. Aren't there... isn’t there Star Wars ones in there?”

“Yeah,” You said, brushing off your hands and standing up from your place on the floor. “Only good boyfriends get to pick out their band-aids though.”

You made your way out of the room and into the kitchen, grabbing one of the ice packs from the freezer before making your way back over to Peter. Shoving some of the tissues out of the way that were littering your couch, you sat yourself beside him, setting the ice pack on the bruise that had formed around his eye.

“I... you know... I think I’m going to go.” You heard Ned say from behind you.

“Fine, Ned.” You sighed, waving your free hand at the man. “You’re free to go... this time.”

Without another word you watched as he quickly sped out the door, shutting it behind him. When the door clicked in the lock, you felt Peter’s hand reach to grab yours that was holding the ice pack against his face, pushing it away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

Fiddling with the ice pack in your hands, you could see how distraught Peter was.

You had always known your boyfriend to be one of the kindest, most compassionate people you had ever met- especially towards you. You knew deep down that he would never do anything purposely to hurt you or with any malicious intent. 

The Peter sitting in front of you- the one who you now discovered was Spider-Man- was the same Peter who always wished you a good morning first, who would be there to comfort you when you were sad and who would cry during every argument because he hated seeing you so upset and knowing he was the cause of it. Looking at him now, you could see the sadness in his eyes and the way tears were pooling at his eyelids.

“Peter...” You sighed.

“Look, I’m so, so sorry Y/n.” His said, his voice catching in his throat. “I didn’t- I didn’t want to hurt you, but I did anyway and I am so, so sorry. Just please... please don’t break up with me. I- I don’t know what I would do without you-”

Seeing the tears roll down his face and hearing the words slipping out of his mouth you felt heart practically break in your chest.

Reaching out for him, you cupped his face in your hands.

“No no no, Peter.” You hushed him, wiping a few stray tears away gently, making sure not to hurt his bruised cheeks. “I’m not going to break up with you, baby. I’m just... upset, you know? I know why you did it, but a part of it hurts because it feels like you don’t trust me-”

“Of course I trust you.” He said, cutting you off. “I just love you so much and I didn’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Pete.” You smiled, pulling him in for a light kiss on his lips before pulling away. “Just... be honest with me from now on okay? Let me be Spider-Man’s girlfriend too.”

For the first time that night you watched as a smile formed on your boyfriend’s face. Seeing his sweet smile and the way it made him wince due to the bruise on his face- you knew you couldn’t continue to be mad at him for much longer. Although Peter had kept his superhero identity a secret from you, you knew now and that was all that mattered for the time being.

“I promise I’ll tell you the truth from now on. No more secrets.” He assured you. “I’ll even take you swinging around the city if you want!”

“Promise?” You asked.

“Promise.”

“Nice!” You laughed, cuddling into your boyfriend’s side. “I think I can get used to being Spider-Man’s girlfriend.”

A peaceful silence settled over the room as you rest your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder while the television droned on in the background, neither of you paying much attention to it.

“So you’re not mad?” Peter asked. “Because uh... you were kind of scary before. Ned’s probably afraid of you now.”

You laughed as you began to feel your eyes grow heavy, the allergy medication that you had taken an hour ago beginning to kick in as the tension settled in the room.

“Ned loves me, Peter, hush.” You chuckled. “And yeah, we’re good... as long as you fix that God damned floorboard you decided to pull up. I’m serious, Pete, I tripped on it like two times just today.”

“Okay, babe.” He laughed and when he did you could feel his shoulders rock beneath your head. “I love you.”

Closing your eyes, you smiled. “I love you too, Spider-Man.”

[hazukami]

❝  you know, you are really fucking up with my Composer. ❞  he's leaning against the doorframe, sipping his cardamom coffee as he stares at it trying to really break down the complexity of flavors before it goes onto the menu soon. tis the season, or something like that. ❝  if you don't make yourself more available to him, you are going to lose his interest. yer frequent jumps between bein' here where he is an' spending time elsewhere upstairs is hurtin' yer chances with him, an' what you'll find is he's someone who at least needs check in's on a more regular basis. if you don' get your head outta yer ass, he's gonna start ignoring when you do come around. ❞  there was no real way of saying it, but he wanted hazuki to at least be aware of what was on the horizon given the pattern of absence. apichisi was not in the business of seeing his person hurt, even if it was indirectly.

❝  i'm not sayin' that as someone whose hopin' you two break up because i wan't you gone. s' honestly nothin' like that. if anything, i think he'd be good for you rather than anything that the Almighty can offer you.... but if you plan to jus' hop in an' see him for an hour then bail for another three weeks without giving him a check in through at least a text, then things ain' gonna work out for you. he's been through that before with other potential partners beyond me an' yer on th' way of bein' on my personal List of people to whom I will be particularly terrible to on purpose by makin' him go through that again. ❞  he takes a long sip of his coffee.

❝  figure it out, hazuki, because whatever this is you are doin'. this whole 'wait for me an' give me a chance' thing. yer breaking his heart an' you aren't pulling your weight. so as your peer and his closest person who wants t' see him happy, figure it out or do him a favor and be honest with him that it won't work out. that way, he can stop hopin' that you'll change an' he can stop bein' invested in you, an' you can go back to whatever else was more important than his time an' energy. alrighty? ❞ 

" ... "

" I thought I told you not to engage with me directly. " Not after the last debacle that caused a slant in Shinjuku. What was with this Producer and causing such a headache? Unannounced too. " At least knock first. "

He heard what he said and it was going to take a minute to swallow it. There was a lot going down his throat he had to mull over lately. This was the eve of his humanity; so overwhelmed by the concept of conscious, emotions and antithesis. Do these thoughts make him blasphemous? Does he doubt his place?

" Don't assume things of me, Apichisi. I .. have not been up there. " For a while now, not since the last visit that nearly wiped his cognizance. What if the next stop by was worse because of these impious reflections? What if they plucked his wings? Snuffed out his halo? What if they closed this plane to him all together?

Perhaps he'd been in this well long enough that he hadn't been all that conscious. Ah ... the cornerstone to all of this. Joshua.

" And I think deeply of him. " He was right. He did not know as much as he does now without Joshua's guidance or considerable patience. He'd only started thinking openly because of him as much of a vexing fog it was now. " I .. do not mean to cause him any distress. While I have not been absent I've been ... absentminded I suppose. I still treasure our connection and what eves it can open for the both of us. "

And he does not know how to utilize a phone to text.

" I'd have you kicked from Shinjuku for trespassing without official business, but I'll forgive you on the subject matter. " A very brusk matter of saying he's tolerating him on behalf of Joshua.

[miraculouscontent]

Didn’t Need Burrow (May 3rd-May 22nd)

Anonymous said:

Don’t Need Burrow to know that Ladybug’s distrust of Volpina will be played off as though she was simply jealous of her because she thought she was going to steal Adrien/Chat, even though she didn’t like Chat! Oh, but she did, she didn’t know it yet. That’s why she kissed him in Dark Cupid!

Not like she didn’t have a bunch of other reasons to distrust Volpina.

(the show also does this a lot where Marinette has an extra reason on top of “““jealousy,”““ like in “Oni-Chan” where the thing she was concerned about actually ended up happening, but the fandom boils everything down to jealousy anyway)

Anonymous said:

Didn’t Need Burrow: Su Han will take the Miraculouses from all the girls because he thinks girls don’t have the “physical and mental fortitude” to be heroes, giving them tto guys instead. The girls will find out about each others’ identities and join in the battle to get their Miraculouses back without any powers, led by Marinette, despite the fact that the genre of Miraculous Ladybug is supposedly Magical GIRL and thus the girls being powerful should be a given

(there was another part to this but I didn’t get it all so I clipped this ask a bit so it could work alone)

tbh the true ending should just be Marinette and the girls kicking each misogynist to the curb without any powers, and Su-Han goes last.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Luka and Zoe, from their styles and hints like the ice cream Luka holds in Truth and the flower on her shirt.... I'm sure at this point the writers will either send him on a tour with Jagged, or make him Zoe's bf offscreen somehow... Also more torture for Mari mentally :)

Of course. :)

Gotta make sure Marinette doesn’t have any choice but Adrien. :)

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Zoe will be Adrien's new love interest because she's "very sweet". Mari will be okay with it because she feels the Guardian must be alone. (And she's still punishing herself for hurting Luka.) The New-Bee and Chat also bond, making her feel even more alone. (But now Lila can't claim she's jealous and her hold over the class is lessened as Zoe becomes more popular.)

I’m super not here for Marinette punishing herself (and the show possibly presenting it as her “growing up” and “doing the right thing”) and for Ladybug getting jealous over the playboy cat.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Prince Ali/Rose turns out to be endgame, while Rose/Juleka gets Lukanette'd -- their relationship happened mostly off-screen and we only see them pulling apart. Juleka has to let Rose go so she can live out 'every girl's dream', possibly even being put on a bus/written out of the series.

In which the Couffaines aren’t allowed nice things because they’re poor-coded.

Anonymous said:

I can’t believe the Pig’s weapon is ACTUALLY a tambourine. I’ve had that down as my guess for the pig miraculous for ages but I never thought I’d actually be right. On that note - Didn’t Need Burrow: the Ox’s weapon will definitely be a hammer, and the Goat’s might be a shepherd’s crook or grappling hook, and the Rooster’s could be a horn.

Congrats on being right!

We’ll definitely see on the whole weapons things.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: That Rose's mysterious sickness from "Guiltrip" episode will be ignored in other episodes.

Honestly, it was ignored in “Guiltrip” too. Rose’s illness seemed to be related to headaches and then they literally have her headbanging in her transformation.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: After "Guiltrip", the dynamics of Juleka and Rose's relationship will revert to the "romantic standing next to each other somewhere in the background".

Just look at them doing [friendly task]... romantically!!

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Tikki's comments about not really understanding love are later treated as her being in denial about her being in love with Plagg. Because the two of them are 'soulmates' *just like Adrien and Marinette*, and there's no such thing as a PLATONIC bond. Plus, it's denying another feminine-identifying character the right to define and declare her own feelings -- she's not ALLOWED to not love him that way! If she says otherwise, she's either in denial or mistaken! Or both!

[flashbacks to “Animan” where Alya denies feelings for Nino as being “like a brother to her” and then gets together with him at the end of the episode]

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: In the upcoming Mr. Pigeon episode, Chat Noir's behaviour toward Mr. Ramier in Lies will not be brought up at all.

Yeah, this is why I knew writing “Lying on the Job” was the right choice. :P The show wasn’t going to do it.

(part of me hopes that this acts as a jinx but I doubt it)

soap-lady said:

Didn't Need Burrow: It will be revealed Adrien always knew about Mari's crush. He tells Plagg it's because not only would rejecting a friend be hard, her akuma would be even scarier than her dad. He later admits at the end of the episode to Plagg that having an "awesome person like Marinette" crushing on him makes him feel good about himself. The show will frame this as charming rather than egotistical.

wow i hate it

throw the whole man away, Marinette

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: The "reverse love square" will happen as a result of Adrien being drunk on a love potion/under the control of a spell which makes him fall for Marinette. This will result in Marinette being uncomfortable with Adrien's relentless pursuit of her...AGAIN...which is, of course, played for laughs...AGAIN. Her friends will probably shame her, saying, "why are you so upset? You used to like Adrien and now he's returning that affection! What is WRONG with you, Marinette?". Meanwhile, during battle sequences Chat Noir will be less playful and intrusive of Ladybug's personal space because he's in love with Marinette now and not her, which is good(minus the"in love with Marinette" part, obvs), except that it will cause Ladybug to suddenly fall in love with the new Chat Noir who is being respectful(and "just like Adrien used to act"), and she'll act like a giddy schoolgirl over him, which will be used to humiliate her for comedy as Chat treats her like a freak now. And no, the show will NOT "call him out" for suddenly being averse to the affections of the "girl of his dreams" but will treat him as justified, because guys who pursue girls are gentlemanly and entitled to love back, while girls who pursue guys are pushy and obnoxious. There will even be a lesson on how you shouldn't have to put up with unwanted advances. Chat will be the one to learn it. There will also be a lesson on how you can't force someone to love somebody else. Adrien will be the one to learn it.

Wow, how’d you get the synopsis to Season 5? Impressive! (⊙o⊙)

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chat will complain about Ladybug not trusting him, so she tries trusting him with further responsibilities which he then shirks, blows off and whines about. Naturally, Marinette is Wrong for DARING to think that her 'partner' should share more of the burden -- no, she HAS to carry everything herself and enable him to keep treating their duty as a game! It's not FAIR for her to expect anything more from him--!

oh my god

he would *gestures loudly to “Lies”*

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir will *deliberately* mess up a vital task that Ladybug assigned/entrusted him with, either to punish her for some petty/imagined slight (which is treated as Incredibly Serious and Deserving his retaliation) or because he simply doesn't want to have to deal with the extra responsibility. Much like somebody who 'never learns' the right way to load a dishwasher/do laundry/other chores so that somebody more responsible is forced to pick up their slack.

Sounds about right.

“Bonus” if Chat Noir is presented as in the right because Ladybug’s task was “too difficult”/”she didn’t instruct him right”/”you can’t expect him to be perfect on his first try,” or Chat Noir’s shirking is treated as “payback” for something she did that he maybe doesn’t even know about.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette gives up on becoming a fashion designer because her duties as Ladybug/Guardian take priority. Tikki protests not for Mari's sake, but because she enjoys her creative drive/justifies it as a form of honing Marinette's creativity. Thus the lesson is not that Marinette was Wrong because she deserves to have things that make her happy/goals outside of her duties, but because she can fold them into her Greater Purpose.

Miraculous: Tales of Marinette Not Being Allowed to Be Happy

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir will be (temporarily) killed during one of his 'Pity/Praise Me!' stints, because he decides that he can't function without Ladybug kissing his ass and she's too busy fighting the akuma to coddle him. Naturally, this is presented as Marinette's F-Up of the Week that she must fix at all costs and apologize for, insisting once more that she 'can't do this without him' despite being constantly forced to do this without him.

It’s Ladybug’s fault that Chat keeps sacrificing himself, obviously! She’s just not telling him not to in the rIgHt wAy, and she should be

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Ladybug will finally learn the truth about how Theo was akumatized, but Chat Noir will insist that he didn't lie and that she really WAS to blame for it. And anyway, that was 'so long ago' that she's not allowed to be mad over it anymore. (Bonus: this or other episodes will have callbacks showing that Adrien is still salty over things like being 'stood up', with HIS frustration presented as perfectly valid, as there's no expiration date on HER screw-ups.)

[flashbacks to “Stormy Weather 2″ where Plagg retcons Ladybug’s avoidance of Chat’s date as her standing him up]

+ Yeah, I don’t see Adrien not having expiration dates on his mistakes, and his are always for the better (i.e: stealing the book in “Volpina,” which was wrong obviously, and then Marinette covered for him immediately to get him back into school).

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chloe is given a 'redemption arc' after all... in the vein of her falling for Kim or some other male character and being convinced to change her ways for/by them. On top of being grossly sexist, this lets them slam Marinette even more, painting her as a failure who couldn't help Chloe despite that never being her responsibility in the first place.

“Bonus” if it’s Luka who does it.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Rather than confirming Juleka/Rose, CHLOE is officially revealed to be a closeted lesbian, retconning all of her bullying into the tried-and-trite 'They're only tormenting you because they LIIIIIKE you'. Bonus points if this is used to reinforce the notion that Chloe is irredeemable because 'Evil Jilted Lesbian can't be saved by Hetero LI'/she lied about crushing on Adrien/other toxic and heteronormative bullshit. AND her evilness is Mari's fault for not loving her back!

It’s always Marinette’s fault for not loving people back.

Also, this just reminds me of how much I hate the “lesbian bully” trope fdkjgdfgdfg.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir throws another Pity Me Party in the middle of a fight; Ladybug is sniped by the akuma while scolding him to stop fooling around. Naturally, this is presented as HER fault for not immediately accommodating his demands for attention. After saving her, Chat mockingly echoes her words about concentrating and keeping her head in the game.

╰（‵□′）╯

EVERY TIME!!

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chloe gets another chance at redemption by learning how to mimic Adrien/Lila and feign niceness. Whether or not her 'redemption' sticks depends upon her patience level; if she sticks to it and 'grows' into another Lila/holier-than-thou lecturer like Adrien, it's considered good (and Adrien gets full credit for helping her change 'for the better'), but if she goes back to being *openly* judgy and bitchy, it's another sign that she's 'irredeemable'.

Ugh, when Chloe’s options are either to be a Lila or an Adrien. All I feel is disgust.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: The Love Square is reversed when Adrien learns Ladybug's secret identity and decides to focus on pursuing her as Marinette. Mari is put off by his advances/still convinced that she can't HAVE a romantic relationship with all her other responsibilities, and is further distracted and concerned by Chat Noir growing distant (as he's bitter over his failures and taking it out on LB/holding a grudge after learning she confided in ALYA and not HIM).

i hate it

And of course the method of “now she’s not interested so I’M interested.”

Anonymous said:

Didnt Need to Burrow: Despite being 'twins' with Juleka, Luka will never show up in another episode. Ever. And the only mentions of him are only about the breakup. Even in Juleka-centric episodes, Luka will only be a passing mention. Oh, and Juleka will 100% stick to just mumbling outside of episodes where shes akumatized. Because gIrL poWeR

I’m honestly just--expecting Luka to have like one/two episodes, maybe to get a charm, and then he’s gone forever.

I don’t know if it’s a mercy or an insult, but the constant mentions of the break-up between Marinette and He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Outside-Of-Spiting-Him definitely are an insult.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: "Gigantitan <insert high number>" episode

NO

NO

ANYTHING BUT THAT.

Anonymous said:

Didn’t Need Burrow: Ladybug and Cat Noir will be able to power up in some way, but they have to form a special bond (this is implied to be a romantic bond). They use this power up to defeat Hawk Moth. bEcAusE tHe pOWeR oF “LoVe” cOnQUerS aLL! Bonus if the characters imply that Ladybug should’ve accepted his affections sooner (Adrien won’t be mentioned at all, i wonder why:p)

I’m cringing so hard right now. I hate everything about this because you sound so correct.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: Lila will be written out/ret-conned from a show because she was only a Unredeemed!Chloe stand-in for time of Chloe "redemption arc". Every speculation about Lila (next Hawkmoth etc) will be applied to Chloe instead as a "plot twist".

I’m half-expecting that she’ll get akumatized as a season finale bad guy, then just immediately move.

Anonymous said:

Didn't need Burrow: Alya is the one who comes up with the akuma repellent charms and Marinette is going to be jealous that Alya is so much a better guardian. Alya'll also probably be able to wrangle the kwamis better than Marinette.

Honestly I might as well just put this one on the card right now. :P

Anonymous said:

Didnt Need Burrow: When Ladybug tells Chat that she told somebody her secret identity, hes gonna be mad, talking about how she broke his trust and the show will portray it as her fault for breaking under the pressure of being guardian. Meanwhile the fandom is gonna be mad at Ladybug. Ignoring, of course, the entirety of the New York Special.

We could sum up the fandom card as just, “Adrien is right and a sad uwu sunshine child, Marinette is wrong and OP and doesn’t give Chat the respect he deserves.”

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Rose's 'mysterious illness' will naturally flare up during times where Pigella might have been useful, with Ladybug getting blamed for her flare-ups/worsening condition.

BANNED

I HATE IT DX

Anonymous said:

Didn’t Need Burrow: Building off of the “Adrien knows about Marinette’s crush and manipulated her for it”, any time Marinette does something Adrien doesn’t agree with or disagrees with Adrien himself, Adrien will play the cute, naïve, sad boi we all know and “love”, complete with Bambi eyes and gratuitous long eyelashes, forcing Marinette to give in to what he wants. This is treated as cute, quirky, and hilarious, never abusive, selfish, or misogynistic.

I mean, considering Chat Noir and “Chameleon,” yeah.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: a) Episode, where Chat Noir is even worse than in "Lies" b) Situation where Chat Noir during meeting with Ladybug is like always (M'lady, Bugaboo, unwanted psychical contact etc.) then Ladybug reveals that she recognized him as impostor because "real Chat Noir never will be so pushy" (bonus points if false Chat Noir is akumatized Felix) c) Writers somehow manage to put both above options in one episode (obviously with real Chat Noir being even worse than his impostor)

“Copycat” but worse

differenttriumphdragon said:

Didn't Need Burrow to somehow correctly predict Zoe's identity as a joke based solely on some blurry pictures and an offhand comment about "secret siblings". Like, a YEAR or two ago.

I’m guessing this is referring to the writers creating her?

Because yeah, probably.

Anonymous said:

Didn't need the Burrow: We will get Lukagami. One of the reasons will be the clash of the Tsurugi-Motto of "No Second Chances" and Luka's snake power of "Second Chance" resulting in some weird sparks flying.

*puts head into hands and groans loudly* kill meeeee

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: The Multimouse!Mylene's model will be based on the Multimouse!Marinette's model (in the same way that the Rena Rogue's model is based on the Volpina's model)

plz no

plz

Anonymous said:

Didn't need burrow: Guilt trip hints at Adrien having actual depression, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but knowing the show, two things will happen: 1. His depression will only exist to make people feel bad for him instead of exploring his mental state and seeing him working through it, and 2. his depression will be magically cured when the LS becomes canon because "true love heals all your mental issues".

All of the above, yes. :|

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Ladybug gets a fresh new look (for the sake of more Real-Life ML Merch), and Chat Noir gets sulky about it. Both because he didn't get an upgraded appearance at the exact same time (despite doing absolutely nothing to earn it), and because he didn't get any input on her new look. So he passive-aggressively complains about the change, saying he preferred 'classic Bugaboo', and Marinette is presented as Wrong for not letting him dictate her power or appearance.

*stares at “Mr. Pigeon 72″* I’m waiting.

Anonymous said:

Didn't need burrow: Imagine after you made that fic where Bustier and D'argencourt get the miraculous they reveal in the show that Bustier's husband/boyfriend/fiance is D'argencourt.

I WILL DIE.

OF LAUGHTER? OF PAIN???

THE ANSWER IS “YES.”

“Bonus” if it’s a DJWifi dynamic where Bustier can get D’Argencourt to do whatever she wants and suddenly becomes aggressive/upset when he doesn’t, which D’Argencourt immediately folds to (because the only “““girl power”““ the show knows is “lol girls are scary when they’re mad”).

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: The Love Square gets 'Reversed' via Alya deciding that Marinette MUST have a crush on Chat as well, since she personally ships LadyNoir. All insistence to the contrary is waved off as denial, and Alya is bound and determined to hook up her BFF with ONE of her crushes, come hell or high water. Thus, Mari gets shoved towards Chat in much the same way she's forced towards Adrien, creating much awkward hilarity at her expense.

Marinette’s entire being: i want to go home

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya learns about Marinette getting jilted by Chat Noir during 'Weredad', possibly from Tom and/or Sabine.  She rubs this into Mari's face as proof positive that she really DOES have a thing for Chat, crowing about how she 'does her research' while teasing her about her awful luck with guys. This casual cruelty is 'balanced' by her insistence that she'll help her hook up with ONE of them by forcing her towards both.

Alya, looking at her plans and just shrugging: Hey, now her odds of getting a guy are doubled as far as I’m concerned.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will insist that all of Marinette's romantic woes are her own fault due to her being interested in multiple guys. (Mainly meaning Adrien and Chat Noir; 50-50 on whether she acknowledges Luka's existence as more than just proof of her 'fickle heart'.) She 'supports' her by shoving her into humiliating scenarios with her love interests, blaming all her failures on her 'divided loyalties' and giving her grief for being a 'dirty two-timer' that can't even get off first base.

Yyyyup.

And of course Luka would only be mentioned to shade Marinette.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Tikki will keep nagging Marinette about her inability to solve her romantic woes until Mari snaps that Tikki doesn't know what she's talking about, throwing her own words about how kwami don't understand love back in her face. Naturally, this is Mari's Mistake Of The Week, as Tikki is driven to tears over the rebuke and all the other kwami get pissed off at Marinette for upsetting her, giving her grief until she apologizes.  Tikki barely apologizes in return, if at all.

Ugh, I am just dreading an almost-inevitable “all the kwami are mad at Marinette” episode, since Marinette literally cannot escape from them since the Miracle Box is in her room.

Anonymous said:

(Mylene's personality anon) Don't Need a Burrow: Mylene's "Marinette's trait" will manifest in Multimouse!Mylene's introduction episode.

Mylene: Soon, I will have successfully swiped a personality trait from each of my friends to form one of my own.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: Characters who are popular fandom choices for alternate Miraculous Holders (Bee!Aurore, Fox!Lila, Cat!Felix etc) are akumatized into evil versions of Core Five Miraculous Team (Ladybug, Cat, Fox, Turtle and Bee)

Season 2462 finale.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: There will be more immediate self-contradictions, where Marinette is berated about how something she's doing/done is Wrong, badgered into following somebody else's 'good advice', and then promptly punished for doing so when the results blow up in her face.  These turnarounds will become so fast that they happen within the same episode.  Naturally, this is treated as entirely her fault.

At the rate her treatment is escalating, I would be 0% shocked. Still disappointed, but not shocked.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: It will turn out that the mysterious future Hawkmoth successor that Timetagger talked about is simply the Shadow Moth.

I laughed at this one so hard because it’s so accurate. I don’t know for sure if it’s a reference to the whole “new villain who’s been around since the beginning who just turned out to be Shadow Moth” thing but omg.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: The akuma-resisting pendants are used as an excuse to push Marinette even further past her breaking point, subjecting her to ever worse humiliations and traumas.  If the fact that she basically NEEDS the pendant to survive is ever brought up, it's in a chiding way; obviously, as Ladybug, she needs to be mentally stronger than this and not rely on a 'crutch'.  Nobody else is insulted for needed the pendants' protection.

Imagine the pendants as metaphors for medication and this takes on a whole new meaning.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: In a counterpart to "Chat Blanc", one episode visits a Bad Future where Marinette was akumatized.  Naturally, this is depicted as entirely her fault, with both Maris being raked over the coals.  No matter what the breaking point was, it's treated as though it was petty and pathetic for her to let it effect her so much.  For bonus points, this was at a point after she got the pendant, but she accidentally ditches or pitches it while reacting to whatever broke her back.

Especially with the reveal of two new seasons, I’m very much expecting Marinette to get akumatized at some point.

“Bonus” for a “Miracle Queen” set-up where Adrien needs to wear the ladybug miraculous and is suddenly good at it despite being awful at it before, ala Snake Noir.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will wind up making most of the anti-akuma amulets.  This is purely so that, when they inevitably fail, she can be blamed for it.

It’ll probably be like--Marinette needed to do something specific to make the pendants and they’re “only as strong as she is.”

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: The Love Square gets reversed when Alya decides she ships LadyNoir more than MariAdri, pushing her newfound agenda over her BFF's protests.  Meanwhile, Adrien reveals that he knew all along about Marinette's crush, starting to pursue her because he just doesn't uNdErStAnD why she's pulling away, feeling entitled to having her chasing after him even if he never intends to actually reciprocate.  Marinette is caught in the middle and blamed for all this drama.

Marinette, counting down the days where she can finally drink alcohol.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: One or some of Adrien/Chat Noir's past lies gets revealed to Marinette/Ladybug... for the sake of a moral about forgiveness and 'letting things go'.  Meanwhile, he continues to grouse and hold grudges against Ladybug for her supposed slights against HIM without being seriously challenged.

I’m seething.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette is shown a 'better world' wherein she never developed a crush on Adrien.  In this 'better world', Ladybug and Chat Noir are romantic partners.  Bonus points if this pushes forward the agenda of reversing the Love Square by getting Marinette to start seriously considering Chat as a potential love interest, treating this as her 'missing the point' of what she was shown... even if the goal was rather unclear beyond guilt-tripping her for having FEELINGS and DESIRES.

The true goal/moral is that Chat’s feelings are valid while Marinette’s are not.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: Hawkmoth will somehow get Black Cat Miraculous and attack as Moth / Cat Fusion (Cat Moth?). After defeating this form, Black Cat Miraculous will be taken from him and without any questions returned to Adrien. Whole thing will happen in one episode.

“Bonus” if Hawk Moth just stumbles upon the ring and doesn’t question it.

Anonymous said:

Didn’t Need Burrow: All Ladybug and Black Cat Holders are soulmates/ have gotten romantically involved. This gives Chat even MORE motivation to invade LB’s boundari-I MEAN to pursue her. Also, LB reacts in horror to this (who wouldn’t?) but its played for laughs.

At this point, I feel like this is the only way for them to push the love square as hard as possible. “Chemistry” has just flown out the window and they need a crutch.

Anonymous said:

Don't Need a Burrow: Reveal that Rose has rich parents because ML writers can't make sad blond(e) character who doesn't have rich parents (and also to increase the "You see! They love each other despite so many differences between them" factor of JuleRose)

Zag, “Stop Giving Rich Kids Sad Backstories” Challenge.

Part of me imagined an episode that just shipbaits JuleRose constantly, with Juleka constantly asking Luka and others advice on “getting closer to Rose,” which just ends up being Juleka asking Rose to be best friends.