#i forgot about this song until I heard stores here play this

[scarlet-moonlight]

Idea I thought of as I'm in Korea and I hear this song play in stores but Aphelios as Taeyeon in the INVU era/mv

[pocket-sized-nightmare]

here’s my entry for @gem-pearl-week 2024 day 7! today’s prompt is “dancing”

The music disc is new.

It’s an experimental loop from Cub – just a test of the disc-burning system. He’s put it up for sale in the horn store for a discount, and of course, curiosity kills the Pearl once again. She drops a few diamonds into the chest, takes a disc, and returns to her shopping spree.

It takes her until she unpacks her inventory at the end of the day to remember the disc is there. “Oh, hey,” she murmurs as she takes it out of her pocket and looks at it. “Forgot about this one! Guys, I got us some new music.”

From another room, Matchbox barks happily in response.

Pearl takes her jukebox out of a nearby chest and plops it down on the floor. “I didn’t know people made music here.”

To her surprise, the back of the disc has names written on it. One particular name catches her eye – according to Cub’s annotation, Gem provided some guitar chords. “Oh, nice, I gotta tell her about this!” Pearl drops the disc into the jukebox and presses play.

The song is weird. It’s really weird, with odd chip noises and computer sounds scattered throughout. It’s as though someone pressed random piano notes and then set them to a rhythm. It definitely isn’t the sort of song most people would find catchy – or maybe even enjoyable. But still…

A fizzy, bubbly feeling builds up in Pearl’s chest, spreading out to her head and body. Her wings flutter almost involuntarily, opening and closing in a soft rhythm. She taps her foot and bobs her head, and her fuzzy antennae bounce around. It’s so much fun. It’s too much fun.

The song ends its loop and starts over in a seamless transition. Pearl feels her brain overflowing with that fizzy feeling. She wants to listen to it over and over. She can’t quite talk, but she can’t help but make soft clicking and squeaking sounds. Her wings flutter, her antennae bounce, she beams with excitement, and then–

Pearl bounces on her toes, practically drifting into the air. Her hands flap interchangeably with her wings, joining her endlessly moving antennae. She giggles and squeaks as Gem’s upbeat guitar riff joins the instrumental. Okay, that part’s catchy. It loops again, then again. Pearl has probably listened to it more times than everyone else on the server combined, but she doesn’t want to stop.

There’s a knock on her door.

The sudden sound startles Pearl out of her fizzy feeling. Could anyone hear the music disc? Did someone see me? Are they going to judge me? “Oh, okay, I’m coming!”

Pearl opens the door and realizes two things at the same time. First of all, her visitor is Gem, which would be fun at any other time. But second of all, and more importantly, her windows were wide open. Gem definitely heard the music – and saw Pearl dancing.

Gem waves. “Hey, Pearl! I just came to place an order for– ooh, is that Cub’s song? It’s really catchy!”

“Yep!” Pearl tries to play it off. “The jukebox is in the other room. What did you want?”

“Wait, can we listen to it? I haven’t heard it yet!”

“Sure!” Pearl surreptitiously flutters her wings as she follows Gem towards the music.

Gem stands next to the jukebox and bobs her head to the beat. “I love the way Impulse’s drumbeat sounds. It’s such a fun rhythm.”

“It is,” Pearl says. She allows herself to tap her foot a few times, but she forces herself to keep her head and wings still. Be normal, Pearl. Your partner helped make this song. Don’t make her feel weird.

Gem’s guitar riffs join the instrumental. Pearl holds her hands behind her back and wraps her arms around her wings, but she can’t stop bouncing on her toes. She does her best to watch and mirror Gem’s expression.

Except Gem doesn’t do that.

Gem bobs her head side to side, letting the weight of her antlers shift her body back and forth. She taps her feet loudly, mimicking Impulse’s drum rhythm. When the song loops, Gem giggles and claps her hands over and over. As energy builds up inside her body, Gem bounces on her toes and wiggles her fingers in the corners of her vision.

Pearl watches. She’s supposed to find Gem’s movements weird or off-putting. She’s supposed to cringe and turn away. She’s supposed to react in any of the ways people have reacted to her in her years growing up.

Gem shakes her head again, sending her curly red hair drifting in the wind. She catches Pearl’s eye and grins.

Pearl feels a soft blush spread across her face. She’s beautiful.

Pearl lets her arms fall to her sides. Her wings flutter. Her head bobs.

Gem’s guitar riff begins again.

Pearl and Gem, two halves of the same celestial coin, dance together. The room overflows with giggles, flapping hands, bouncing rhythms, and pure joy. At one point, they both impulsively grab hands and spin around. Pearl flaps her wings, lifting Gem into the air, and Gem lights up with laughter. The song repeats over and over, but neither Pearl nor Gem feels their energy fade. They’re sharing it with each other, humming the guitar tune and bouncing in rhythm. When Pearl finally gets tired and takes the disc out of the jukebox, she and Gem both flop down on their backs, laughing with flushed faces and messy hair.

As their laughter turns to calm breathing and their grins melt into peaceful smiles, Gem turns to Pearl. “I’m really glad you like it. I’ve been practicing guitar a lot lately.”

Pearl’s eyes widen. “Wait, did you write that?”

“Mhm!” Gem nods. “That was an early project. I dug it up when Cub asked.”

“That was so good! You have to write so much more, Gem. It was so catchy.”

“Maybe I’ll have to share some more music,” Gem says. “I’ve got a few things I haven’t shown anyone.”

“Yes, please! Anytime!” Pearl grins. “I think I’ve probably listened to this song a hundred times by now.”

Gem laughs sheepishly. “Oh, I’m gonna do that the moment I get home.”

They lie together on the carpet for a moment longer, holding hands. Pearl grins mischievously, stands up, picks up the disc, and drops it back into the jukebox.

As they dance with each other again, Pearl and Gem have never felt more graceful.

[milfweirdal]

Random Question: When did you first learn about Al and at what point did you fall down into the land of Weird Al hyperfixation?

hi mirrors! (I hope it's ok me calling you that lmk if there's something else you'd like me to call you instead!)

Ok so I first learned about al when I was a kid, about 8ish. I assume this age because I think it was around the time that Poodle Hat came out. My dad introduced me to his music. I don't think he was like, a fan? More of a casual enjoyer. When he showed me and my lil bro the songs eBay and Eat It and Fat and Like A Surgeon and Amish Paradise we were both entranced. My brother was more into him than I was then and when Straight Outta Lynwood came out he introduced me to Virus Alert and I'll Sue Ya and Don't Download This Song and also Hardware Store and I loved them all. I loved the way he made the songs funny and silly and wasn't afraid to be weird. I never really dug deeper into his music than that and for a long while I mostly forgot about him apart from occasionally jamming to those songs and enjoying it when my brother played his music and irritating the people around me by singing his lyrics over the original songs whenever I heard them.

Fast forward to right at the end of December last year. 2022 was a very Year for me and I was looking forward to it being over and moving into 2023 and was like. 2022 has gotta have one final curveball for me. Let's see what it ends up being. Then one of my mutuals on main reblogged the Germs weird al gnc af gifset. And I was shook to my core. The fact that he'd done a nine inch nails pastiche? One of my favourite bands, that I discovered after my weird al days? How had it never really occurred to me that he had an entire discography that I could now explore as an adult with a richer understanding and appreciation of wordplay, humour, composition and music in general? And how had I taken this long to realise how gender he was? How much of a formative influence on me was he without me realising at all? Is he the reason I love Hawaiian shirts, I even wondered?? A couple of days later the hyperfixation hit like a ton of bricks. Like it hit so hard that I didn't sleep at all that night. I was just listening to his songs and scrolling through @yankovic-lovers until like 10am. I think I made this sideblog around the middle of January when I knew that being normal about him was likely no longer going to be an option. Then a few days after that I happened to Google "weird al tour dates" because I love seeing live music and was curious as to whether he ever played live in the UK or not and whaddaya know? He was shortly going to be playing a show of the return of the vanity tour at the same venue I saw nine inch nails at last summer. Spooky. So of course I bought a ticket. And no word of a lie, that was one of the best shows I've ever been to, even with just the seated set. Seeing a full scale tour is now bucket list territory for me.

It's been just about seven months of Yankofreakin' It and shows no sign of slowing. I'm really taking my time with exploring his entire career outside of music and outside of his main studio albums cos I don't want it to end honestly :'). I really think he's going to be one of those artists who's going to become a solid favourite, who's going with me in some way for life even when this hyperfixation isn't so intense anymore. Feels weird to say but it feels like I was always meant to find my way back to being a fan of him, like it was inevitable, and I'm so happy that it finally happened. He's really helped me understand myself and appreciate myself more (queer autistic self-recognition through the sillygoofy Other is a powerful thing, it turns out), helped me cope with what has turned out to be another difficult year, and I absolutely adore the fan community on here - you're all utterly delightful and I'm really glad to have 'met'/shitposted with you all.

I don't think that mutual who reblogged that gifset actually knows it was their fault (lighthearted) like we've never talked so I've never had the opportunity to be like. YOU!! (insert photo of person grabbing cat who knocked over plantpot here)

TL;DR: liked him as a kid, mostly forgot about him after that and then at New Year's one of my mutuals reblogged a gifset of him sliding down a mic stand in a Trent Reznor costume and now I spend my days calling him a milf on Tumblr dot com.

Thank you for asking!!! This is a sideblog so consider this reply to be me also sending you an ask with precisely the same questions!!

[purplesurveys]

1854

How old were you when you learned how to drive? I was 17 when my parents started to give me practice drills around the neighborhood, but of course I didn't feel confident enough until I got my license, which happened as soon as I turned 18.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby’s name? I have never been to any.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? We have private bus services which is more common here. It's basically carpooling but with L300s or Hiaces .

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I like my resourcefulness.

Name a physical attribute of yours that you dislike. My hair is quite thick so apart from it being a hassle to fix up, it also inadvertently makes me look haggard even though I'm the furthest thing from.

What’s in your purse right now? Wallet, hair serum, lip gloss, comb, bb cream.

Do you vote in your country’s elections? Only in the presidential and senatorial ones. I don't think I've ever voted in the local-level elections.

What was your first kiss like? Innocent.

Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? My phone is sooooooo far away from me right now haha I'll have to skip this.

Have you ever been a freelancer? No.

What mood were you in when you woke up today? Tired and was kind of dreading that I had to spend 6 hours of my day at the salon since I had booked a hair appointment today.

What story is your bedroom on? Second floor, as with all the bedrooms.

What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? Easter gift-giving is not common here.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? The only thing I have would be a work 'planner' in the form of a Google Sheets to-do list. I don't have a file for outside of work.

Who was the last person you sent an email to? Probably a client.

Are there any posters in your bedroom? I have not put back up any of the posters I had when I repainted my room a little over a year ago. I've been thinking of making a wall collage of sorts with the fan banners I've collected from all the K-concerts and fan meetings I've been to, though. They're currently just collecting dust in a pile at a corner and it's been feeling like such a waste.

What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? I was never into fairytales. Even as a kid, all I asked my dad for were almanacs and encyclopedias with giant pictures haha.

Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? We have a Wendy's Frosty that's been there for well over a year now, and tbh it's turned into an inside joke/social experiment within the family that we all have just mutually agreed to let it stay lmao.

Have you ever played Second Life? I've never even heard of that.

What do you like about the town or city you live in? It has all the quietness of the province, and yet is so conveniently close to the city.

What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? I mean if you're just here, it's boring. No nightlife, no bars...and every time a niche-y spot pops up, like a record store or a mom-and-pop Korean grocery, they never last long.

Are your parents good cooks? My dad is a literal chef, so.

What’s the first thing you notice about a person? Body language and energy.

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? No.

What is your favourite museum? Ayala Museum is always a great visit. There was also the museum I went to when I was in Fukuoka; shame I forgot the name of it and accidentally deleted all photos from my trip.

Do you know anyone who is an actor? Yes.

Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? I've had two cause their problems and be subsequently pulled out. I'm still waiting for the other two to come out.

How many weddings have you been to? Countless ones when I was a kid since I was frequently a flower girl; but I've also never been able to attend one since I was 9 so it's pretty much stopped there hahaha.

Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? I'm subscribed to so many channels as I'm generally open to watching such a crazy wide range of shit. I will say my all-time favorite channels would be Wrestlelamia, GMM, and Oversimplified.

What’s your alcohol of choice? Long Island Iced Tea, or an espresso martini.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? I don't think so.

Which one item would you save from your burning house? Assuming all the dogs got out okay, my phone.

Do you have a Twitter account? Yup.

What is your hair like right now? Awesome. It's purple again and is up to my collarbones so I'm feeling pretty great about it.

How do you like your eggs cooked? Sunny side up, or scrambled.

What’s the longest you’ve been without showering? Like 2-3 days.

Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. Don't have one of those.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? Nope. I mean I've tie-dyed a shirt, but I don't think that counts.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? My dinner treat for my family on my birthday.

[buddysmut]

Did you like the new Viviz mini album? It's my favorite Viviz mini album so far and the song I liked the most is Untie

Honestly, I feel the same way about it. I tried to take some notes about the songs as I first listened to them. So here's that.

2:13 - 2:17 in Maniac sounds like something I know, but I can't remember what. It's probably an old western pop song. So it has to be something from a long time ago if that's true. It's really familiar though. So it must have been a really popular artist.

Untie - The pre-chorus is so good! Probably may favorite part of the mini album now that I've heard the rest. I kept misreading the title as Unite until I heard the title in the song lol

Overflow - The R&B Sounds reminds me alot of Red Velvet. But it's nice to hear this kind of thing from them. Also RV is basically the only R&B type of thing I've listened to in over a decade. So that's probably why my mind went to them for the comparison.

Day By Day - Kind of boring compared to the rest. Definitely my least favorite. I didn't have much else to say about it. I used to buy albums on the google play store back before they took those off of phones. And this would be the kind of song that I would just delete so I don't have to skip it each time.

Up 2 Me - It's nice to have an upbeat song on there compared to the rest. I kinda forgot if there was anything else i was gonna say about it. But it's a song that kind of makes me think of GFriend. Like, it's something I could see being written for them as a B-side.

[detectiveichijouji]

Case 5 - The stolen armor

[AO3 version]

After receiving the mysterious calling cards before each heist, Ken and the 02 Team wondered why those gems were targeted. Arsenemon could pick anything else, but he managed to only focus on those mysterious Digital World’s rocks. Most of them were stored in facilities for study, under the names of some researchers and scientists -- Yamaki, Shibayama, Daimon, Noguchi, Norstein, Amano, Mogami, Mochizuki, Wato, Higashimitarai, Amanokawa, Suedou, and so on.

Such gems were pieces. But they didn’t know that… yet!! There were also claims that those ‘treasures’ were stolen from the Digital World by those humans first. Those claims sounded odd though…

“WAIT THERE, ARSENEMON!” Daisuke screamed, running after the elusive and glamorous phantom thief.

… But the most frustrating part was that even with the Chosen Children’s help, they couldn’t catch Arsenemon.

“Au revoir~ Merci~”

And they still didn’t know how that digimon looked at all! It frustrated Daisuke so badly that the group was starting to think the idea of them helping the police to prevent the heists was a bad decision.

“Goddamnit!!” Daisuke growled, and sat on the seat from the karaoke booth. Everyone was whispering so he couldn’t hear them.

“We should do something,” Miyako said, “A grumpy Daisuke does not sound good.”

“What can we do, dagya?” Armadimon asked the others.

“What if Hikari-chan asked him for a date?” V-mon suggested.

“Do you think it would work?” Hikari looked at Daisuke picking a song to play as background music.

“That’s not a good idea” Miyako rejected it, “Because we know him very well, if Hikari-chan asks him out he might pass out or act awkwardly. It will be the worst first date for both of them!”

It’s not like Hikari would do that out of pity though…

“He likes ramen, so we could go out and eat ramen,” Patamon suggested instead.

“But can it work?” Takeru frowned.

“.............................. ARGH, ENOUGH!” they heard Daisuke screaming on the microphone.

“??????????!”

“I know I know, I’m not athletic enough! I can’t run at the speed of light, I can’t even beat Ken at a soccer match! I need to get in shape! So I will go and train and train until I become faster, stronger and--”

Ken took the mic from his hands, “You don’t need to overdo it. We’re a team, and each of us has a special ability. So, don’t be so harsh with yourself.”

“... You’re right! I’m too obsessed with that sneaky thief! I’m forgetting my own dream, that is to open my own ramen shop!”

“I guess Ken-kun knows how to make him feel better,” Miyako smiled, staring at Ken.

“Everyone… The website got a request” Iori, who was mostly checking their inbox and reading the news, called them out from the corner of the table.

“A request!!” Daisuke gasped, “What is it, what is it!?”

“I think he forgot about the ramen part all again,” Wormmon shrugged, and the others just sighed together.

Daisuke then read the message on Iori’s laptop: “ ‘Someone stole my armor, I can’t go out without it. Please, help me Chosen Children -- Ludomon’ ?”

“A digimon request…” V-mon commented.

“Well, the website is for both humans and digimons” Hawkmon clarified, “I thought that was a little… obvious.”

“Ludomon huh…” Takeru mused, “Shall we go see them?”

  “Gah! Someone stole a friend’s gear!” Espimon cried, waving her arms, “They said the equipment was taken away from a Gazimon partnered to a human child!”

“...” Arsenemon glanced at him, with a pout.

“Boss?”

“Where should we go?” and asked seriously.

“Uh umm… Just searching, might be here in one instant…!!”

“... I thought the Chosen Children were nice human beings, was I wrong?” and the phantom thief mused, “Could this mean… There’s bad apples in the orchard?”

“Ah-- I got them!”

“Good, let’s visit them once the night arrives. Ah, first I need to send a little mail for those human kids.”

The group met Ludomon, who explained everything, but the digimon was just embarrassed as a Gabumon who lost their pelt. Their contact was from the window of the little house, with the curtains closed and Ludomon’s head peeking through them.

“A Chosen Child’s digimon did this to me” Ludomon reported, sobbing, “it was a Gazimon.”

“I think there’s a good chunk of Gazimons partnered with humans lately” Miyako frowned, then looked at the group, “How can we discover which one of them is the bully?”

“Hmm…” Daisuke tried to think of a solution, and harder.

“Let’s go back, and check out for details” Ken suggested, “Maybe we can find a way to contact that Gazimon and their human partner if we look for more clues.”

Once they returned, Iori (who had stayed in the human world) called them through the phone -- Another request about a stolen item -- this time a blade from Spadamon. And then another from a Pidmon who had his staff stolen. And another one from a PawnChessmon (Black) who had their weapons stolen as well. All of those mentioned a partnered Gazimon being the perpetrator of those cases.

“Is this a chain of thefts now?” Daisuke pouted, “We still didn’t solve the current case!”

“Hold on, I think we can catch the thief if we lure them into a trap” Takeru gave them all a serious gaze, “We just need a volunteer.”

“Oh choose me, choose me!” V-mon raised his arm.

“What do you plan to do, Takeru-kun?” Miyako and Ken asked him.

“You will see,” he winked, and dragged Daisuke down the street.

“Wait, what!!? W-where are we goin’?? T-Takeru!!”

Ken, Wormmon, Miyako and Hawkmon looked at them leaving. Then they looked at each other. V-mon followed them once he realized he was left behind. 

Hikari and Tailmon weren’t with them at the moment, but Takeru immediately contacted them for a little task. Daisuke was starting to fear whatever was Takeru’s plan.

 

“Takeru… What the heck is this plan!? Why am I the bait!?”

The group gathered again, and now they were just… Looking at what looked to be a Lighdramon-like armor with cold colors and a spear that also had Lighdramon’s motif.

“Pretty cool huh?” Takeru grinned like an idiot. He did it purposely, right!? “Here’s the plan: Daisuke-kun will pretend to be a digimon and be our bait. When that partnered Gazimon appears, we will catch them and ask why they are stealing stuff.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea” Miyako, Hawkmon and Armadimon said together.

“... Where did you get that equipment…?” Iori, on the other hand, was curious about how Hikari and Takeru got something like that in so little time.

“There’s things that are better to not know,” Hikari replied, in a very cryptic way.

“I don’t think it will work…” Ken whispered to himself…

“Now, let’s wait for the thief to take the bait!” Takeru and Hikari pushed the others to a hidden spot.

“W-wait… Am I going to have to stay here… ALL ALONE!?” Daisuke babbled.

“You two are doing it purposely…” Iori sighed. But then, they noticed a certain card flying from a lone balloon and popping in front of Ken, with the paper gently falling in Ken’s hands.

“Oho, we attracted one, dagya!”

“Wait, what…” V-mon looked at Ken, “What does it say?”

“... Arsenemon is going to steal a suit of armor from a Chosen Child’s residence.”

“Gah, now there’s two thieves in the wild!?” Patamon gasped.

“Hmm… Something is off here…” Hawkmon mused “Couldn’t it be the same Chosen Child partnered with a Gazimon, could it be?”

“Who’s the target?” Takeru asked. At the moment everyone was too interested in the calling card to witness a Gazimon popping in and starting a fist fight with Daisuke (luckily that armor will protect him, right!?)

“V-mon, Everyon-- Ouch ouch! No you can’t steal this spear-thing! Hey!”

“Kitagawa Kentarou” Ken replied to the question, “If Kitagawa has a Gazimon as partner, this means--”

At this exact moment, Gazimon threw dirt on Daisuke’s face (luckily he was wearing a helmet!) and yanked the spear from his hand, kicked him right in the stomach and left.

“HEY! COME BACK HERE!!”

“-- he could be our perpetrator,” Iori completed Ken's phrase.

“Alright…!” Suddenly, Takeru’s phone rang -- “Ah, just a second everyone,” He took it from his pocket and answered the call, “Hello?”

“WHAT WERE Y’ALL DOIN’ -- THE THIEF-GAZIMON KICKED ME IN THE TUMMY AND STOLE THE FRIGGIN’ SPEAR!!”

Daisuke’s scream was heard by everyone around Takeru. Oh of course, they… They forgot to keep an eye on Daisuke.

“Ah, don’t worry… I put a tracker on the spear just in case this happened,” He was smiling.

“Takeru… You idiot.”

“ • • • 💧” Everyone was… well… speechless.

“Where did you get that tracker…?” Iori asked, politely.

“There’s things you shouldn’t know” the cryptic Hikari voice came back.

“Scary…” Armadimon whispered.

The use of the tracker meant that the 02 Team would find out if Arsenemon’s target was the same person whose partner was stealing stuff from the other digimon. And their answer was…

“The tracker says it’s here!” Miyako reported, “In that building.”

Once they reached the tracker’s area, which ended in front of the door for the apt 407…

“... Kitagawa’s residence” V-mon read the name on the door, “So it’s really the same person?”

“We have yet to check if this is the right Kitagawa person’s home,” Hawkmon replied. Ken rang the doorbell. But then, Tailmon noticed the door was open already.

Oh no…!!

“Well,” Daisuke said, looking around and making sure no one would witness them breaking in, “Ok, everything’s clear,” Then he turned to Ken: “You go, and I stay here.”

“Right, Iori-kun and Hikari-san come with me. Takeru-kun, you stay with Daisuke to give him support. Miyako-san, keep watching the tracker’s signal in case something changes.”

“Right!” Miyako nodded.

Ken’s group entered the apartment, ready to examine the crime scene. The clashes of a battle became imminent, and they found out Gazimon and Kentarou being haunted by the stolen objects -- A haunted Ludomon armor was waltzing through the room, Kentarou trying to hide himself under the dinner’s table while Gazimon was running away from that creature. And the other stolen weapons and equipment dancing in the light of the starry sky coming from the window.

“What’s going on here!?” Armadimon gasped.

“H-him!” Kentarou screamed, “S-stop him!!”

“Hikari, look!” Tailmon pointed at the spear in the middle of countless digimon’s equipment stolen by Gazimon, “They’re our culprit!”

“Promise that you won’t steal anything else from innocent digimon and I will stop.”

A familiar voice was heard, and Ken noticed that the ‘haunted Ludomon’ armor was actually… Arsenemon’s magic trick in action.

“Why should I stop him?” Ken said, showing his poker face.

“W-WON’T YOU HELP US?!” Gazimon cried “BUT AIN’T WE ON THE SAME BOAT AS CHOSEN CHILDREN!?”

“The Chosen Children don’t steal from the others!” Wormmon stared at Gazimon.

“Our role is to protect the digimon, not to cause them harm!” Hikari snapped, “Promise to Arsenemon that you won’t steal anything else anymore! And give those back to their respective owners!”

“H-Hikari’s quite scary today, dagya…” Armadimon blinked.

“WE PROMISE! WE PROMISE!” the kid and Gazimon screamed.

Then the armors and weapons fell on the floor, lifeless. Arsenemon popped on the apartment’s balcony. He was… holding another specific gear with him, from another digimon not related to Ludomon at least.

“Well then,” Arsenemon smiled, looked at the detective trio and their mons and snapped his fingers, disappearing in the moonlight, “merci et à bientôt, Chosen Children~”

Kentarou and Gazimon were still petrified by the sudden attack of the weapons and armors they stole. The 02 group then made them return everything stolen and to promise to each victim and to the six that they wouldn’t do that anymore.

Daisuke’s bad mood had returned though… Because not only Gazimon had managed to hurt him, he was also upset by what Takeru and Hikari had done to him. And Those two were now asking him to forgive them. Ken, Miyako and Iori, also the six digimon partners, were watching those three from a reasonable distance, in silence.

“Daisuke, please forgive them” Miyako finally broke the ice between the two groups, “They meant no harm.”

“... Ok, ok” Daisuke sighed and pouted, “But I don’t want to be part of your plans without you asking me first, ok??”

“Ok… Sorry,” Takeru frowned, “I actually thought you were physically strong enough to deal with a Gazimon…”

“It’s also our fault that we didn’t notice you were in trouble…” Hikari added.

“... Ah, I’m hungry…” Armadimon interrupted them, “Iori, let’s go eat Yamatoya’s ramen…”

“Oh! I want ramen too!” Daisuke grinned, “Takeru will pay for us this time.”

“H-huh??”

“Think about it being your way to compensate him, Takeru-kun,” Ken smirked. Of course Ken was right about that plan not working~ That smirk meant as if he was saying ‘I told you, see?’

Takeru paid that day’s ramen round. And Daisuke forgave him and Hikari. Not because of the ramen, but more that he couldn’t be upset with them any longer.

[nimbus-cloud-90]

Alright gang, more of the story you didn't ask for:

Chapter Three:

Convenience Store Hijinks.

You know how they say you can hear the muses playing a soft symphony as you take up a quest?

Well, what I got was a horrible banjo rendition of On The Road Again.

"Hey, I never claimed to be a musician, be grateful I’m trying something new for you!"

"I thought you’d leave me alone until I summoned you."

"Where’s the fun in that!" He said and went back to singing the chorus, the only part of the song he seems to know.

"Can I at least change the station?"

"Sorry no can do, I refuse to do a cover version of Unholy with fucking banjo instrumentals."

"I hate you."

"I’ll believe it when I see it, tough guy." He said and changed the song choice to Country Roads.

I am once again going to ignore that dickhead.

Anyway, mosing on into town I noticed a weapon shop, with the windows broken in, and the door forced off the hinges. Newspapers flying everywhere, and two people in the alley possibly negotiating a drug deal.

Ah sweet, free stuff!

"You can’t be serious."

"Yes, I am, now go back to singing your folk tunes."

"Someone with a squishy and fleshy mortal body like you is going to get mutilated in there!"

"If you’re so worried about that, why don’t you come down here and stop me yourself?"

"I hate you."

"No you don’t~"

"You know what, fine, go ahead, have fun."

I walked into the store, goosebumps crawling all over my skin as I felt the temperature of the room. I scurried along the isles, the further I walk the darker my surroundings get. Luckily I brought one of my hunting flashlights with me. What it does do is light the path in front of me, what it doesn’t do is light up anything else around me. I managed to make it to the front counter and climb over. I pointed my flashlight on the glass, seeing boxes of ammo my hopes skyrocket so high I almost squealed. But I immediately came back down when I saw they were .73 bullets, and my gun uses .77….

“THIS! IS! BULLSHIT!” I say and throw the box into the other side of the darkness, unable to control my temper.

As I listened to the sound of breathing I heard a groan. I heard footsteps. I saw an eyeless being with no jaw and teeth, staggering toward me. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, all I can think to do is throw everything I have at this former shell of a man, but my body won’t move. The being shuffled it’s way closer, letting me see it’s bitten into the torso, my eyes trailing the organ it’s carelessly dragging around from its stomach.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come in here after all.

When my body finally let me move I pulled the flower out of my pocket, pulled a flower petal off, put it on my tongue, and swallowed.

I heard the sound of screeching agony, I heard squelching noises. I heard the sound of footsteps scurrying along the other way. I felt myself being lifted by the shoulders, “Don’t say I never do anything for you.” I couldn’t do anything else but nod and lean on the body before me. The being just chuckled and said, “Hey, we’re not in a rush to go are we?” the being patted my head as I felt tears roll down my cheeks. He seemed annoyed when he noticed, but I think that’s because he had to sit me back down, otherwise I don’t think he’d allow me to cry on his godly robes.

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As always I encourage: @computerglitch306 @shadie-cat reading but anyone can read these and I want to add someone new to the call out group if you don't mind: @ask-and-i-answer expect updates more often I forgot you even had a Tumblr oops.

[lil-melody-moon]

Okay @fiammee, so here's the answer <3

In all honesty, but in truly in all honesty, it happened so suddenly and randomly and chaotically that I still wonder how I went from "He's cute" to "I want a boyfriend like that, I want him as my boyfriend" in less than a month, but let's dive in and see XD

So it all started at August. I got Instagram again and while I was kinda cleaning it to have more posts of older bands (Led Zeppelin, The Beatles - my Beatles phase was slowly fading away, replaced with come back of Led Zeppelin one) instead of System of a Down that I had my dash all with and while my algorithm was fixing itself I think, I saw this photo:

I didn't have a CLUE who it was, but I looked at him and thought: "Okay you are cute, who are you?" and that never happened before. Sure I got curious about who I saw, but never this much. Luckily there was a description and a lil story about him so I got his name, found out about the band and this happened, in this very order:

-> I forgot to search for him, I was focusing on getting into a new band (it was The Rolling Stones at that time), but dad came in with "I'll show you Deep Purple 😎"

-> found "Who's Next" album in the record store connecting the dots that that's Keith's band

-> NOT GETTING THE CD AND REGRETTING IT LATER

-> forgetting again

-> enter 23rd of August and me seeing posts with Keith on my dash specifically one where he was all neat in a suit, elegant ya know and I looked at the gifset and said out loud: "That... THAT'S KEITH?!"

-> keeping him in my mind this time but still not checking out The Who

-> until September when "Love Ain't For Keeping" played

-> day before listening to whole "Who's Next" album I had a dream with Keith, I can't remember anything from it besides that: we were talking about something, Keith was as happy as a little child can be and that he pinched my cheeks

-> I've listened to the whole "Who's Next" and two things happened: I recalled that I've heard The Who while watching CSI with mom when I was 10 years old, I shook so much after listening to the whole album that I sat curled on my chair and I heard someone say "Welcome back home"

-> few days later I've stumbled upon "Who Are You" song, recalling that this was the first song I heard by them - 10 years old tiny me, realizing that this was THE song that blew my mind when I was little because of drumming

After realizing that, I've came to conclusion that he's responsible for my love for drumming and he was the first drummer I loved, not Lars Ulrich like I always thought. Then came the documentaries I've watched, articles read and I've realized as well that my dad is a tame version of him. Then came the loneliness crushing on me and I somehow dealt with it by thinking of Keith, he became the guy to go with in my thoughts if I felt bad, the guy to listen to or to see to cheer myself up, to keep him near me just to feel better and loved (being single at the age of 25 sucks so bad) and it works!

My love towards him just got worse and worse with months, I'm usually joking that if he saw how insane I am about him he would laugh at me XD He was Moon The Loon and I'm Loon about The Moon XD

And what I see in him. Surely his playing style is the peak for me. Like, there's no better drumming, he set the bar that high since I was tiny, I'm not expecting to find anyone better, in fact I'll tell you that I had a very specific need for searching when I came into music two years ago. Discovering The Who ended that, I can listen to new bands, but I don't have the need to find a new obsession. I came back home and I'm fine with that <3

I love to see him drum. I'm always leaving The Who's concerts for specific days where I feel down or when I need to see Keith - because if not I'll go mad :D - and then the magic happens. The last time I did that I've literally played a concert at 22:00 and then screamed about how great he was to my friends, not being able to go to sleep XD I can watch him be all over his drums any time and I'll still look mesmerized at him - oh God, he was a BEAST in the last concert I've watched, I'm melting at the thought of what I've seen like how can someone drum so good?!

And if it comes to character... I see him as incredibly silly, charming, childish, happy, crazy, but there's also this side of me that sees a guy who needed a lot of care. So like I'm half seeing him as the friend and partner I would have the best fun with in my entire life (had a friend with similar character, she was the fucking best) and then there's that other half of me who wants to take care of this poor sod, those addictions of his were destroying him which concluded in 1978 in his death (20 years before I was born, can you believe that?) and you know I like to think that maybe there would be a way to save him, but like not in this life. I can do that in fic and I will, no one will stop me, I'm writing it, but like... the maybe still exists *sighs* Not in this life Mel, not in this one...

Hello, how have ya been? How did your trip ended, did you have fun?

I guess reaching to you through asks is easier than DMs, so here I am, being generally curious about where we left off the last last time, but since I am here I'll also leave a big ask:

How did it happen that Jon Lord is so important to you? When did you hear him and saw him for the first time? What's the thing in his playing and in his character that makes him be that special guy to you?

Write the longest answer you want - or a short one if it's more in your style - I'm just a curious lil mutual <3

Heyaaaaa haiiiiiii dear!!!! Thank you for these questions *rubbing hands* Finally lets hope that I can respond this time XD

Times could get better, but summer is coming and Im pretty excited in beginning uni academy next year, lets hope🙏

About my trip end, it was a bit unexpected but funny: we leaved our rented house at 10 AM but we quickly found out that all highways were clogged up, and we managed to reach home a whole day after, at 1 AM, literally praying that my mom wouldnt fall asleep while driving 🤣

Abt Jon, lets begin *cracks knuckles*

I dont remember if I have ever said this to anyone, but usually my dad, when I was little, made me watch purple lives instead of cartoons;

So, throughout my childhood and my first teenage years I had this blurred memory about the members and how they looked like; (my thoughts were like: why the drums guy is so little? Why the guitarman is so scary? Why that mans moustache are so big and silly? Why the singer looks like Jesus and has my same hair? Just pure childlike wonder lol)

And finally, around 2020, I gave them a chance by listening my dads machine head vynil and OH BOY OH BOY I was quickly captivated by their roaring and powerful sound.

My first crush was big ian but I later revalued Jon when, out of pure curiousity, I went searching for pics on pinterest and I stumbled upon this:

My brain and hormones went apeshit🤭🤭 and this sort of awakened me, I was asking myself questions like "wtf is happening to me whattt?" in pure confusion.

The rest is now history, and here I am today :]]

Apart from the obvious phisical attraction (please mind that I was still new to this world at the time🤣) What I always found fascinating about him was the crazy talent and gentle personality among the "rock people" that Ive known previously.

I consider him to be a pretty unique rock soul: no extreme drama, nor arrogance, stupidity, rudeness or immesurable ego; he was just happy to be in the scene, and had the intelligence to make himself respected and valued... I think that he did that pretty well😌.

He used MUSIC in his everyday life as the main method of expressing himself rather than using words (as an introvert I consider him as a role model for what he gifted to others and himself) and lets be frank, isnt it cool that a BIG strong 185 cm man is easily brought to tears of emotion by listening to a classical piece or spectating a good sunset or landscape? He's an 800' romantic author trapped in a motocyclist body, an unusual combination🤣🤣

And what about his music? He combined classical, popular, blues, jazz and sick improvisation in a fresh versatile style that changed rock music and organ playing forever, and would inspire generations of musicians since this very day! And lets not forget his pure classical works, full of a wide range of emotions that have helped me in various rough times.

I hope to have answered your questions my dear :)) and it wouldnt be bad if I addressed the same questions to you about keith, with you making a post about it reblogging this one, obv if you feel like doing it 🫰🏻

[slytherheign]

MIDNIGHT RAIN | matt murdock

PAIRING: matt murdock x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: you got what you wanted, a life in the spotlight as a famous singer. but at what cost?

WARNINGS: breakup, insecurities, and mentions of bruises. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift’s song with the same title. dedicated to @writingstoraes, thanks for requesting a matt fic inspired by midnight rain.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO BACK TO THE STATION. CLICK HERE FOR ALL THINGS MIDNIGHT RAIN (reviews, commentary, etc. about this fic).

It was nearing midnight.

The television crackled while the pouring rain decided to dance along with the ticking hands of the clock.

Matt had an exhausting day. Left battered and littered with bruises, his couch desperately called his body to lie on it.

He chuckled, continuing to make the sandwich he was hoping would be enough to ease his hunger. It was moments like this where he missed having someone else in his apartment. Someone else who cared for him even more than he cared for himself. Someone like you. You. Just you. He missed you.

He remembered how different it was when he still had you. He could fight thousands of men and still wouldn’t feel any sign of exhaustion because at the end of the day he knew he would be coming back home to you.

Today was different, though. Today, he was exhausted.

He opened the fridge, feeling the light it emitted even in the absence of his vision. He intended to grab the pack of ham only to find out he had none. Sighing, he closed it shut and got ready to go to the nearest convenience store that was still open.

Again, he remembered you. The fridge was always full when you still regarded his apartment as your home. You had a hobby of going grocery shopping every Saturday night, sometimes with him but most times just by yourself. Granted, you had to dress yourself up with some sort of disguise to keep off the press, but you didn’t mind. You loved going to the grocery, always having a list to guide you through what and what not to buy.

“An empty fridge is an empty home.” That was what you always told him. He had never felt that sentence to be more accurate than it was before until now. You were right, you were always right. But you forgot to tell him one thing, though. And he’s angry at you for it. You didn’t tell him, or at least even warned him, that it didn’t matter if the fridge was full, because a home would still be empty if you weren’t in it.

The trip to the grocery store went by rather quickly. He got what he wanted, smiled at the old woman behind the counter even though he wasn’t feeling it, and then headed back to his apartment.

He noticed that the television still played as he opened the door. He must’ve forgotten to turn it off before leaving. He didn’t care. He went inside, heading straight to the kitchen while allowing the television to play in his background. The Tonight Show was live, the host said something about someone performing a new song later but he paid it no mind.

He placed the grocery bag atop the kitchen counter, grabbing the ham to put it on the chopping board. He opened the plastic covering and started slicing them carefully. “Not too thick, not too thin, just in between,” he murmured, smiling as he found himself repeating the same exact words you said when you once taught him how to make your ‘special’ sandwich.

That was when he heard it.

His little moment of nostalgia was interrupted by a voice singing on the television screen. He gripped the handle of the knife tightly. Too tight that it was starting to hurt his hand.

He knew that voice all too well.

He could recognize it anywhere.

He could never forget it.

The voice of an angel.

You.

It was nearing midnight.

You sat in the room designated for you, waiting for your cue to start performing. You stared at the clock just beside the door, anxiously waiting for the hands to point at the number 12. Because the moment it does, your new single would be out for the whole world to listen to.

“Midnight Rain” was what you named it. It was for all the sleepless nights spent thinking about the reasons why you had to let go of the love of your life, and for all the sacrifices that must be made for the best of both parties. Based on your most recent and most painful breakup that happened on a rainy midnight.

Matt Murdock was a wish came true for you. A handsome lawyer who truly cared for his clients. A loyal, charming, and thoughtful lover. He was everything you ever wanted and more.

But even without the sense of sight, you knew the spotlight you carried everywhere was too blinding for him.

He was secretive, you knew he carried a secret he was never comfortable sharing but you never forced him. And although you trusted him a lot, it was that reason that mainly injured your healthy relationship.

He liked to keep it laid back. Whenever you two were out and you see a glimpse of paparazzi incoming, he would apologize and move slightly away from you. He also changed the topic whenever you brought up that you wanted to announce your relationship in public. You only confronted him once, and it was the night you broke things off.

Some people say that differences made relationships stronger. You begged to differ.

Matt was the most wholesome person you’ve ever known. Secretive, yes, but wholesome nonetheless. He was the embodiment of sunshine. A bright force against this dark world. That was why when you were together, you felt guilty and selfish because you were holding him back from what he really deserved. You always wanted to make your own name. You knew you were made for a life in the spotlight and he wasn’t.

Compared to his sunshine, you were midnight rain.

“Y/N, you’re up!” you heard someone yell. You glanced at the clock once again—both hands pointing at number 12. It was time to sing the song.

It was midnight.

Matt knew because of the sound his clock made whenever it struck 12. The rain continued and the clock kept moving, but he didn’t. He tried to shift his focus back on making his sandwich but your voice was too beautiful not to pay attention to.

Your voice was a dangerous ocean. And God, he was drowning.

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Were you singing about him?

He was never one to assume, but in case the lyrics were really about him, he would tell you that not every lyric was true.

You were perfect. A wish came true for him. The most gorgeous woman to ever step on earth. A talented singer with a heart of gold. A goddess in human form. You were everything he ever wanted and more.

It was true. He never liked the spotlight. Call it natural instincts or an unusual ability to sense danger, but whenever he would see a camera heading towards you, his first thought would be to step away and hide. He found comfort in shadows, in hiding behind his mask—but that’s a story for another time.

He was secretive, that he can admit. He never told you anything about Daredevil. You only knew the lawyer that was Matt Murdock but never his other persona. He was a liar. He knew you were starting to have your suspicions, so he found himself lying over and over again to keep you from knowing.

His secrets were the main reason your relationship ended. He knew that you regarded your relationship as healthy but for him it never was. He was lying almost every day at your face. Saying things like he needed a “really long time” to ponder over a client’s case when the truth was he was fighting crime on the streets. Hell, he even rented another apartment you knew nothing about so he could stay there when he had a lot of obvious bruises.

He felt guilty. Selfish, even. You had told him everything about you. Each joy and heartbreak, he knew about it. But you never knew and would never know everything about him.

When you once confronted him about why he didn’t want to publicly announce your relationship, he admitted that he sometimes felt insecure about being blind and that a star like you deserved better than a blind man. And even though you had reassured him countless times that you didn’t care about his condition, it was an insecurity he couldn’t help and control. Whether it was his insecurities or his secrets, he concluded he was not the best for you.

He lied that midnight when everything broke, he told you he wanted it comfortable and laid back. The truth was his life would never be comfortable. But he had to say it to push you into ending the relationship because he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it by himself.

If anything, you were the sunshine, and he was the midnight rain.

A tear slipped from his eye at the same time you finished singing. He sighed sadly, slightly smiling for a moment before deciding to put the food away in the fridge. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

Regrets were eating him up. All the what-ifs and what could’ve been. He swore he could feel the huge LED screen from outside his apartment laughing at his current state. But he couldn’t do anything.

Midnight rains had never felt lonely until now.

He just wished you knew one thing. That he would never like the spotlight but he wouldn’t mind it as long as he was with you. And when someone would ask him where his bride was, he would say that she was making her own name.

Maybe someday, the midnight rains would turn into bright mornings and sunny days.

Maybe someday, he could finally reveal his secrets.

Maybe there was still a chance for starting over again.

But then again, an angel was never meant for a devil.

[lostgirl677]

Room of memories part 3

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist

(I did all the pictures myself, sorry if it’s not that good, I’m still learning)

Wayne’s POV

Everyday, it was the same. And today wasn’t an exception. He came home exhausted after his night shift, carefully made his way to Eddie’s door and knocked, then went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast before going to bed for the rest of the day. He prepared eggs and bacon, his nephew’s favorite and would place the food in order to make a smiling face with it. It was nothing but it always made Eddie’s eyes shine as if he was five again. Wayne hummed one of the Metallica songs he often heard while cooking. As usual, Eddie was struggling to get out of bed. But he was sure that the bacon’s smell would decide him to get up. He took the plates and put the food on them. Still no Eddie.’This kid is a real heavy sleeper’ he thought, a little smile on his lips. He left the kitchen to open his bedroom door. He slipped his head by the ajared door and called him but when his name left his mouth, realization struck him hard. Eddie’s not here anymore.His heart broke again. He suddenly remembered when Y/N and that Henderson boy told him about Eddie’s death.Exhaustion was so heavy that it made him forget that something bad happened to his nephew and his emotions were harder to handle at those moments. So he ended up in tears at that moment. He threw the breakfast away, lit a cigarette and collapsed on the couch. He fell asleep for a few hours.

He woke up a few hours later. He stayed on the couch, doing nothing but thinking.He remembered that for a few weeks, he had weird problems with electricity. He already paid his electricity bills and even checked the circuit breaker to make sure but nothing seemed wrong. Lightbulbs flickering here and there, sometimes together, sometimes one after the others as if it followed someone’s path.Even though he was more the rational kind, he tried to convince himself really hard that maybe it was Eddie. He knew it was ridiculous, but it was all he had. When it stopped after Y/N’s visit, it broke him even more. He tried to console himself telling that Eddie was responsible for thoses electricity problems and maybe he found peace after his uncle's conversation with Y/N. So he tried again to remind himself of all the good memories he had with Eddie like Y/N suggerated. It helped a lot but it wasn’t enough. What hurted him the most was the fact that the police still looked for him even though he was dead. ‘Until we see a body, he’s still wanted’ those assholes dared to say. He didn’t care about people being mean to him but all the hate they seemed to have for his nephew was unbearable. It wasn’t normal to have to stay a whole night in a graveyard to make sure that no one degraded Eddie’s grave. He still had vivid memories of his funeral, just him, Y/N, Dustin and a few of Eddie’s friends. All of them above an empty coffin and people around throwing dirty looks from that Cunningham girl’s grave. Y/N almost threw a fight when one approached to tell them that it was a shame that a criminal like him got to have a proper funeral and worse, in the same cemetery as his victim. He was more calm than her but scared that his patience suddenly ran thin. So he tried to avoid going outside except for work, groceries and visits to the cemetery.

That evening, he had to run some errands before going to the graveyard. He grabbed his keys and got to his car.  At the moment he started the engine, he was surprised when one of Eddie’s songs began. He took one a few weeks ago because he missed it somehow but almost forgot about it. The whole drive felt weird without Eddie playing the air guitar, singing all the lyrics or just talking about his next campaign but he had to get used to it. He parked his car, got out and took a cart. He could feel dirty looks burning his back but he didn’t react and entered the store. Everything was fine until he saw a mope of wavy brown hair and a black jacket behind an aisle. His heart almost jumped out of his chest. For a few minutes, it was like nothing ever happened, as if Eddie was just here rummaging on whatever this shelf contained. He was about to call for him but the person turned around and it was just a random boy. It wasn’t the first time that he thought of seeing Eddie from afar but the pain was always excruciating. He wanted to run away from the store and lock himself in his car but he resisted, closed his eyes to hold his tears and kept going. He didn’t notice that he gripped the cart so hard that his joints turned white, to the point it hurts. But nothing could hurt more than what he saw. His grip loosened a bit and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. He slowly walked away, his eyes fixated on a point in front of him. He continued his shopping as best as he could, trying to avoid people around. Without thinking, he arrived in the cereal aisle and when he found the specific brand, held out his hand. He suddenly refrained himself from touching a Honeycomb box. ‘Eddie’s not here, he won’t eat it.’ he told himself. He still thought about things Eddie would like to eat, he couldn’t help it. He breathed deeply and he finally headed to the household chemicals to get the ones he needed for the grave. These were the only things he still bought for Eddie from now on, even though he sometimes bought some music magazines too. He never bothered to buy flowers anymore, he knew that it would be stolen or destroyed anyway.Once he was done, he checked out and practically ran to his car. Since nothing needed to get in the fridge right away, he immediately headed to the cemetery. He was sadly used to this drive.

Eddie’s POV

The whole flight was a blurry mess. His entire form was shaking with each loud sob escaping his trembling lips. All his strength was abandoning him with each passing second. His last words, her teary eyes and her loud screams of pure emotional agony were playing endlessly in his mind. She was probably wondering what she did wrong even though it was all his fault. He really messed up, big time. He lost his first friend, his first love and his whole future at the same time. He lost her forever.He stopped in mid air, as if his breath stopped again. He desperately wanted to go back to her. It took everything in him to not fly back to her window, apologize profusely to her and kiss her. Now, he had to live with it. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, got his hair out of the way and tried to control his emotions. When he approached the house he was hiding in, he wanted to crash himself so badly but knew that it wouldn’t change a thing.

 At the moment he landed on the threshold of Reefer’s house, he fell on the floor, unable to stand anymore. A million thoughts ran in his head, all the ways he could have handled this situation with Y/N. All the things he wanted to say to her. How his last moments with her could have been better. He could have taken her in his arms and whispered sweet words in her ear while stroking her hair then telling her that it was better that way. Or simply kissing her, telling her how much she meant to him and that she deserved a normal life away from the dramas. In every scenario, tears would have been shed, it was inevitable. But maybe their last encounter would have been a little less painful. He felt the empty space in his pocket and remembered about the ring. He had so many plans with her. He always imagined how she’d react to his proposal just after graduation, her surprised face, probably giggling at something stupid he said due to his nervousness, kissing him, maybe crying a little. All their friends cheering around them. Her walking down the aisle, absolutely gorgeous in her wedding dress. Some tears on his eyes at her sight. Corroded Coffin playing Y/N’s  song. Dustin as the ring bearer, more than probably dressed as a hobbit. Them running the hell out of the church and Hawkins, on the road up to their next adventure with ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ blasting through the windows. A future that’ll never be. The way he talked about his proposal, as coldly as he could and how he left the ring on her desk, he couldn’t live with himself after that. But he knew that it would be worse if he hadn’t and that it was cruel to let her imagine their future together. He didn’t know who it hurted the most. His emotions were all over the place. He tried so hard to convince himself that it was the only way. He managed to slowly pick himself up off the floor and with a trembling hand, he opened  the house’s door. When he stepped in, he felt that it was freezing cold in here, almost as cold as him. He took a look around and could almost see Y/N in each room of the first floor, a faded memory of his life. He was chasing a memory. Maybe Y/N went through the same situation ? He roamed aimlessly like a ghost in Reefer’s house, restless and devastated, torturing himself  again and again over something he couldn’t undo .He finally made his way to the living room and he slouched on the couch , frantically running his fingers in his hair and rubbing his face roughly. He hated himself more than he could have imagined

. In a sudden fit of rage, he began to trash the whole room. He couldn’t think straight, he was completely blinded by his anger. He threw the said couch across the room and broke the coffee table with his fist. He threw his arm on the fireplace mantel, breaking all the trinkets and the framed pictures, then grabbed the tv and broke the nearest window with it. He tore the curtains apart and punched the walls with all his strength, causing huge holes in them and his knuckles were sore and bleeding, but he didn’t care. Soon, the room was completely destroyed. He tried to catch his ragged breath for a few minutes, resting his hands on his knees. When he calmed down, his thoughts less and less clouded by anger, his eyes grew wide and he got scared by the carnage he did .He lost his balance and fell on the floor, his back against a wall that barely stood. He looked at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. The blood had dried and all the swelling had disappeared .He really became a monster unable to control himself and his strength and that’s exactly why he needed to stay away from her. What terrified him the most was the realization that he became just like his father. Now their resemblance wasn’t just physical. Even though he was sure that this kind of action would convince her that she should forget about him, he was glad that she wasn’t there to witness it because she would probably have been a victim of his violence too. He had a sudden vision of her body completely destroyed, in a worse state than Chrissy’s that fateful night and him above her, her blood dripping from his mouth. He closed his eyes and  shivered at this thought. He tried his hardest to not cry again. He felt this new kind of guilt again, the guilt about dying but being undead at the same time. Of course, it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t choose it but he couldn’t help it. That night, he curled up against the wall, hidden under his wings and cried himself to sleep. As usual, he dreamed about his life with Y/N and a bit of his uncle. In the morning, he slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes. What he saw before him woke him faster. The room was worse in the daylight. But the worst came when he remembered the events of the previous night.

He seriously couldn't believe he ‘broke up’ with Y/N. If anything, he always feared that she’d be the one doing it. While he tried to clean the mess he did, he thought about everything again and again and knew that this sacrifice was the ultimate gift, the gift of a normal life.By the time he fixed-ish the furniture he broke, he thought about all the possibilities Y/N had without him in the picture and it finally made him feel a little bit better somehow.  She had a chance to get away from here and live the life of her dreams and it was enough to make him happy. He made peace with it, not like he had a choice anyway. Now, he had to find a way to get back to the Upside Down. But how ? He racked his brain to find a solution.He knew he couldn’t use the one in the trailer anymore. He thought about the others but maybe the one at the bottom of Lovers Lake would do the trick ? It was his only chance, he knew it. He didn’t know what would happen once he stepped back into this hellish dimension and didn’t want to think about it but he had to do it.Now he was alone and it drove him crazy but he had to get used to it. The last time he came there, he wasn’t alone. He was with his friends. He was with Y/N. He almost felt invincible by her side. He learned the hard way that it was just a feeling. But at least he did something right and he did it again. He couldn’t say goodbye to his friends or his uncle and couldn’t find Y/N again. The only thing left to do was to pay a visit to the graveyard.

Y/N POV

Your eyes were completely dry and sore after all this. No tears left. You were on the floor, your knees pressed against your chest, your back against the wall.You looked at that damn ring the whole night, making it twirl between your fingers. The rising sun appeared on the sky, it gave the mood stone gorgeous colors. It was supposed to be your goddamn engagement ring. You could imagine graduation day with Eddie getting clumsily on one knee, his cap falling on his eyes, talking absolute gibberish out of nervousness, accidentally dropping the ring and frantically looking for it in the grass. Once he found it, stuttering a few words about ‘how an hon….honor it would be for me if you accepted to..to become my waffle..m..my wife sorry, super nervous’. You’d jump in his arms and kiss him, all your friends around. Then the wedding. Eddie, handsome as usual with tamed hair and stupid grin on his face, his uncle next to him. Corroded Coffin playing your song in the church and a very disapproving looking priest. The moment you’d both say yes and just run out of town to your next adventure as husband and wife. Eddie and Y/N Munson. You hugged your knees. You wanted it to become real but life decided otherwise. You couldn’t let him go back to this dimension. He deserved the world, the very best and if it had to be the two of you against the world then it would be so. You had to find him. When you thought about that night, you didn’t know what was the coldest about him at that moment, his hands or his words ? Even though what he did still hurt, you knew that it wasn’t sincere. You knew he did it to protect you. The simple fact that he wanted to go back there was unbearable, you knew you had to do something. You racked your brain to remember where the last gate was.The only gate must be in Lovers Lake. A sudden surge of motivation made you jump out of your position and you ran to get your clothes. He would probably do this that night so you had the whole day to find him and try to convince him that there was another way. There was no time to waste.You put on an Hellfire Club t-shirt, your pair of jeans Eddie loves so much, your combat boots and Eddie’s jacket. 

You grabbed your bag and were about to run out of your room when you stepped back to take the box and the ring with you. You walked so fast that you almost fell on the stairs. Once you were downstairs, you approached the door to take your car keys. A loud knock made you jump out of your skin. ‘Come on, open Y/N. It’s us, Dustin, Steve and Robin.’ It was Dustin’s voice. You decided to stay silent and tried to discreetly walk to the other door that led to the yard. `We heard you on the stairs and we can see you from that window. Please open the door, we’re really concerned about you’, said Robin. You turned your head to see her face pressed to the said window. You sighed loudly, your shoulders falling in defeat. You knew they wouldn’t give up that easily. You sometimes didn’t know if friends like them were a curse or a blessing. You walked to the door and unlocked it, inviting them inside. Before any other words were exchanged, Robin took you in her arms. You were at first a bit stiff but soon melted and hugged her back. By this time, Dustin and Steve entered and waved at you. She then released you and looked at you, detailing your outfit, a sad smile on her lips and understanding look on her eyes. It was soon Dustin’s turn to take you in his arms. You both shared that terrible memory, knowing exactly how you felt inside,he hugged you harder than Robin. Then Steve hugged you too. You led them to the living room, where they took a seat. ‘So, do you want something to drink ?’ you asked, trying to escape the room. Robin looked at you deadpanned. ‘You really think we don’t know that you try to escape us ? Come on, it's been almost a month since we last saw you. At first, I thought it was a part of your mourning process but seriously, you can’t keep going like this, it’s unhealthy.’ You fell on a nearby armchair and began to mess a bit with your hair, a bad habit you had when you were nervous.There was a silence for a brief moment, then you heard Dustin clearing his throat. ‘Robin’s right. We all miss him but we also miss you. We all thought that you felt a bit better. You seemed almost happy when we wrote the rest of the game. Maybe the last campaign upsetted you ? You cried so hard that night’ He took your hand. ‘No, it’s okay. I just needed time alone after this. Plus, his last campaign was the best he ever wrote.’ You couldn’t help the small crack of your voice. Robin, noticing the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, grabbed a tissue and handed it to you. You gladly took it, whispered a small thank you and wiped your eyes. ‘If you want, Steve can pick us up and we’ll go wherever you want. We can even go to the cinema.’ Steve nodded his head and began to talk about the things you could do but you couldn’t here what he was saying.The last time you went to the cinema came back to your memory

It was a Friday night, Eddie exceptionally canceled a campaign to take you to the cinema. You were both seated next to each other in the dark room while The Black Cauldron was projected on the screen. You were completely alone, apparently the movie wasn’t quite a success. But since it was about a fantasy world, you knew Eddie would like it. He was so into the movie that  you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. His eyes gleamed at each scene, you loved seeing him like this. You remembered that at the end of the movie, you both were sobbing messes and you ended the night in his room, curled up again one another.

‘Hey ! Y/N, are you there ?’ You noticed Steve’s hand wavering before your eyes, bringing back to reality. ‘Sorry, it’s just that the last time I set foot in the cinema, I was with Eddie and…’ ‘You don’t need to finish your sentence, Y/N. It’s okay. Just know that we’ll always be there for you and that we can do whatever you want. We just want you to get better.’ You breathed deeply and decided to change the subject. You talked for a bit more, asking how Suzie, Nancy and Vickie were, what were their plans for the summer break, etc… It was now late afternoon. You loved them but when they decided to leave, you were relieved. Once you were alone, you breathed and took your keys. You wasted enough time, you had to hurry. You had to drive to the Reefer’s house first.

During the ride, you thought about how you missed your friends too but even in a crowd, you knew that you would feel alone. You also thought about what you would say to Eddie to make him stay. You knew it would be difficult but it was maybe your only chance. By the time you arrived at the house,the night had fallen. The first thing you noticed was the broken windows. What happened here ? You gently knocked on the door. No one answered. You decided to try to open it. It wasn’t even locked. What you saw inside was outstanding. The walls were littered with holes, the couch was broken just like the tv and some other trinkets. The curtains weren’t there anymore and the coffee table was destroyed. You suddenly feared that someone broke in and hurted Eddie. ‘Eddie !’ You screamed frantically, scared that something happened to him. You looked for him everywhere in the house. He wasn’t there. You really feared the worst. You had to go to Lovers Lake as fast as you could.

Eddie’s POV

Once the night fell, he flew to the graveyard. This place was even more eerie and silent by night. Despite this silence, he still could hear all the animals around but focused more on the thing he was looking for. It didn’t stop him from jumping in surprise when a stray black cat with striking green eyes meowed at him. He always had a soft spot for animals. So he smiled fondly and gently held out his hand and stroked the cat’s ears.The cat didn’t seem afraid of him and purred in delight at the contact of his hand. They stayed a few minutes like this but they soon had to part so Eddie could find what he was looking for in the first place. ‘Sorry buddy, gotta go.’ He said with a last scratch under the cat’s chin. Every twig creaked under his feet at each step, making a terrible noise. He looked at every grave on his path. He grew frustrated. He moved his fingers to distract himself from his thoughts. He really wanted to find it. He needed to find it. He knew it would drive him insane if he didn’t. He already messed up once, he wouldn’t stand a second time. Then he saw it from afar after a few minutes of thorough looking. It was a simple grave, alone under a tree. The picture was pretty sad. It made him sad. So he approached carefully to not trouble the melancholic silence of this corner. There it was. Chrissy’s grave. 

He sat on the ground, trying to find the courage to say something. He breathed one more time and he finally stood up, way too nervous to stay seated, began to pace around and talked.  ‘Hey Chrissy ! How…How you doing ? Well not that good but it’s more of a …Nevermind.I’m really sorry for that night in the trailer. I really wished I'd done something to help you, to save you. But karma bit me in the ass for that.I also hope that you heard my performance the last time. It was for you. We made that son a bitch pay. And…’ He was interrupted by loud laughters at the opposite corner of the graveyard. He carefully made his way toward the source of it and he stopped dead in track. He recognized some of his bullies. They were vandalizing a grave and seemed really proud of themselves. Eddie felt his anger rising in him but he tried to control himself as best as he could. He didn’t want to be a real murderer. He dug his nails in his palms to keep control of his emotions, he breathed deeply. He closed his eyes and thought about Y/N to calm himself down a bit. About her fingers running in his hair, her gentle look, her small smile after a sassy comment. It was working. At each wave of anger, he added another detail of her in his mind, the way she laughed at a stupid joke, her perfume, the taste of toothpaste on her lips for their goodnight kiss .Once she invaded all his senses, he felt the anger washing away from him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that they weren’t there anymore. Weirdly, his instinct told him to go and see for himself the vandalized grave. He didn’t want to but before he could think of anything, his feet began to move as if they had a mind of their own. So he relanctly walked to his destination. When he arrived, he was speechless and him being speechless was a rare occurrence. Sure he had imagination but he never thought that he would ever see such a thing.

He didn’t know he was holding his breath until a gasp escaped his mouth. It was his grave. His own freaking grave ! And it was covered with graffitis. He didn’t really care about it but knew it might hurt his loved ones to see it like this. He mostly felt weird. ‘So, now I understand the saying “You’ll be late for your own funeral” but it’s quite literal here’ He said with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the situation and  calm the wave of dizziness that overtook him suddenly. He tried to steady himself by putting his hand on the cold marble and breathed slowly. Thoughts were running fast in his mind. He suddenly realized that he had a real funeral. It hitted him like a ton of bricks. It was weird to imagine his loved ones crying over him, mourning him. To feel a little better, he tried to imagine how sexy Y/N was, rocking the little black dress. But then he imagined her broken expression and couldn’t keep his train of thoughts. 

Wayne’s POV 

Once he arrived, he took all the material he needed from the trunk of his car, pushed the creaking gate and tried to find Eddie’s grave. He was almost used to the utter silence he was in since his death so cemetery’s atmosphere didn’t bother him.If only he could have talked to him one last time, to tell him how much he loved him, how proud he was of him, that he knew that he wasn’t a murderer. That’s why he often ended up talking to his grave while cleaning it, as if it was a phone to the afterlife. He always felt stupid afterwards, but it helped him a lot. He often told it how his day was, what happened lately and sometimes read it some music magazine that talked about his favorite groups with the light of a flashlight. That’s how he spent some of his nights when he wasn’t at work. When he was a few meters away from Eddie’s tomb, he saw one of them. The assholes who always degraded his nephew’s grave. He felt the anger boiling in him and he screamed at the top of his lungs. He was too tired to even try catching him but the next time, he’ll make them pay. There was graffiti everywhere.Utter sadness replaced his previous anger. ‘They’ll never let him rest in peace. They’ll never let him…’ He whispered to himself, his voice wavering. He bended his knees and began to wash it without any other word said, his sobs the only sound in the night.

Eddie’s POV

Before he could completely recover, he heard someone approaching and he decided to run away. ‘Yeah you better run asshole ! If I catch you, you’re dead ! You heard me ?! Dead !’ He almost fell when he heard this voice. It was his uncle’s voice. It brought tears to his eyes. He fought himself to not run to him and hug him as hard as he could. He kept running and hid behind a tiny mausoleum. He could see him from where he was. He seemed thinner and really tired. He saw him bending his knees and grabbing a sponge to plunge it in a bucket. He was scrubbing his grave and sometimes wiping his nose with his sleeve. He heard him sniff and he knew it was his cue to leave.Seeing his uncle like this broke him badly. He thought of how tired he looked. Did he spend most of his nights like this ? He felt unworthy of such an effort from his uncle. His heart shattered again but now he had to go to the last gate. He turned his head one last time and whispered 'I love you uncle Wayne'. And he flew away.

The whole flight was tiring with all his poisoned  thoughts draining his energy. He may have gained powers but at the moment his only superpower was to hurt people he loved then beating himself up over it. Sounds masochist, right ? He rubbed his cold hands on his even colder cheeks to wipe eventual tears. With the heaviness of his heart and thoughts, he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, almost making him take a nosedive. Soon, it would be in the past and it helped him a bit to process. Maybe he’d try to let his new nature take control over him to help him forget what he lost ? He knew deep down that it was hopeless, that he’d fight himself to not become a monster but felt that it was way too late for that. He kept torturing himself then he saw her. Impossible, he was really desperate. His own mind messed with him mercilessly but she seemed real, even through his blurred vision. When he finally landed near Lovers Lake, he wanted to approach this mirage as carefully as he could, afraid to make it disappear. All the thoughts he had in mind vanished, leaving him speechless. He wanted to touch her but feared that she’d dissipate away like mist. Maybe he was slowly changing his mind, maybe it was a sign. His lips quivered a bit as he whispered ‘Y/N ?’. The mirage lifted her head and looked at him.

A/N: I’m working on a part 4

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[duuhrayliegh]

europe - request

pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader (seb!pov)

summary: singer!reader writes another song, this one is about seb

warnings: suggestive content (*wink wonk*), language, the works ya know

a/n: this took so long bc im not lyrically inclined and there isn’t even that many lyrics in here. i can’t even guys this was a nice break though. i liked the concept, i hope i lived up to your dreams. :)

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are both open loves!

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Sebastian was doing a press interview for his new movie. It was his first on television interview. First time being back in the studio for The Late Late Show with James Corden. First time since you and him had gotten together. He was eager to see what James had in store for him.

He was wearing a bright yellow shirt paired with a red leather jacket. His legs were clad with a different pair that he wanted to wear originally because you couldn’t get quite enough of his thighs. Had he worn the other pair, there would’ve been a prominent wet spot on one leg where you rode him to your own satisfaction. The memory made him bite his lip and adjust his pants to try to quell his oncoming boner.

“Good luck out there tonight, lovey. You’re gonna crush it.” Your voicemail warmed Sebastian’s heart. He missed you a lot, but you were currently on your own press junket. Your new album finally came out and your manager had been running you ragged. Sebastian was so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Hi, Mr. Stan. You’re needed on deck in five minutes.” He nodded at the assistant producer who stuck her head in his dressing room. Sebastian ran his hands through his hair one more time before deciding enough was enough.

“Well, this is as good as it's gonna get.” He murmured to himself as he walked out of the dressing room. He rolled his shoulders, snuggling into the leather jacket encasing his back. Sebastian took a swig of a water bottle from the table backstage. He still got nervous when doing interviews, always worried that he’s going to say the wrong thing.

“And now I would like to introduce our next guest. You’ve seen him as Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe for the last ten years. He’s played the borderline psychotic Jeff Gillooly in I, Tonya, and the corrupt Sheriff Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. It is my pleasure to introduce the one, the only, Sebastian Stan!”

James stood, clapping as Sebastian made his way to the main set area. He raised his right hand, his left remaining on his stomach. As he approached James, Sebastian switched hands, his left coming up as an offer for James to shake. Afterwards, James held his hand out to the chair beside his desk, waiting for Sebastian to sit down.

“Hi, Sebastian! It’s so good to have you back.” James’ accent broke Sebastian’s name up into three distinct syllables, bringing a smile to Seb’s face.

“It’s good to be back, man.” He grinned big, waiting for James to ask the first question. Once they got into it, the interview went smoothly. Sebastian was able to avoid giving out spoilers for his new project, leaving just enough to the imagination. James was in a fit of laughter after Sebastian had told a crazy story from being on set. James wiped tears away from his lower lashline, calming down just enough to catch his breath.

“Okay, so I want to move onto something else.” Sebastian sobered up quickly, unsure of where James was taking the conversation. “We want all the juicy details about your relationship with Y/N.” Sebastian’s brow raised as he pulled a face at James’ question. He laughed to himself for a minute before answering.

“Ya know, we really have you to thank for that.” Sebastian pointed at James, before bringing that same finger to rub his eye.

“Really?” The man’s voice pitched up, brows hitting his hairline.

“Oh yeah. We were only introduced because of your show.” Sebastian leaned back in his chair, remembering that night with you. The two of you had gone out for drinks, talking for hours at the bar and then even longer in his hotel room. He remembered waking up with you wrapped up in his arms. You didn’t have sex that night, but you definitely did the second night.

And oh god, if  that second night wasn’t just as amazing as the first. The face you made whenever you climaxed danced it’s way to the forefront of Sebastian’s mind. Not good, definitely not good. He had to readjust himself in his pants again, crossing his legs to cover up his rather large problem.

“Yeah, we started dating that same week. Kept it quiet though.” Sebastian held his palm out in the air, bouncing it up and down.

“Right, right. And do you want to tell everyone how you did end up revealing that you and Y/N were an item?” Sebastian looked down at his lap, smirking to himself. “Or should we just play the clip?”

A clip played for the studio audience. It was Y/N doing her makeup for the Vogue Beauty Secrets Youtube video. Sebastian waltzed in the background of the shot. It then cuts to Sebastian kissing Y/N on the cheek, brandishing the hickey’s that she had sucked onto his cheek the night before. Mhm, I remember that night too.

Sebastian had surprised Y/N by coming to see her. He wasn’t doing anything and he missed you, so why waste a perfectly good opportunity. He spent the night there completely ravishing you until you begged him to stop. That night he proudly wore your thighs as earmuffs, burying his face in you. He really needed to stop reminiscing during an interview.

“How adorable. Was that planned at all? Or did you just do that because you could?” Sebastian shook his head, his right hand scratching at the stubble decorating his jaw.

“Oh, no. It definitely wasn’t planned. I honestly don’t remember if I knew Y/N was filming that morning, so I’m just glad I put on pants before I left the bedroom.” James laughed at Sebastian’s comment.

“Okay, so I’ve gotta ask your opinion on something though.” Sebastian made a hum of acknowledgement, signalling for James to continue. James leaned back, pulling out a cardstock of your new album. “So, this is Y/N’s new album, it just came out about three or four weeks ago?” The crowd clapped for you, and Sebastian cheered along with them.

“What do ya want my opinion on? If it’s the album, then I gotta tell ya, I loved it. Every single song on there is absolutely amazing.” James nodded, a smirk forming on his lips making Sebastian think he made a mistake.

“So you’re aware of the song Europe?” Sebastian smirked, nodding his head because he knew where this was going. “Would you like to tell us what that’s about?” James laughed as Sebastian stammered, looking for the right words. “I mean, let’s just read some of the lyrics.” James looked at the cards in his hands as Sebastian drifted into his thoughts again.

You had brought him into the studio before finalizing Europe. He remembers watching you twist your hands at your waist and continuously cracking your knuckles. Sebastian was curious because you hadn’t ever been like that when showing him a song before. Every question he had about your anxiety revolving around the song was thrown away when he heard it.

Europe was an ode to Sebastian, all of Sebastian. He couldn’t help pulling you down onto his lap by your waist as he listened. You were the only two in the studio, so the two of you were free to do whatever you wanted. The funny thing about that night was that there was a new track recording.

“Oh shit, Seb.” The dam broke afterwards, peels of laughter leaving your lips without explanation. Your right hand raised to your mouth, attempting (and failing) to quiet your giggles.

“Babe, why the ‘oh shit’?” You held up a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet and listen. He strained his ears, waiting for his own ‘oh shit’ moment. Then, his own voice filtered into his ears, making him crease his brow in confusion. “What is that?”

“That’s the audio from when I first played you Europe.” Small giggles passed your lips again. “I was going to ask you if I could use, like, a sound byte from it for either the beginning or the end of the song.” Sebastian nodded, slightly amazed that you were so creative with your work. “But, I forgot to turn off the recording.” Sebastian’s eyes locked on your expression, waiting for him to connect the dots. He pulled a face and then,

“Oh shit.” His eyes widened, a huff of laughter escaping. “Wait, so it caught all of it?” Your lips rolled inwards, holding back laughs as you nodded your head. Sebastian raised a brow, his eyes flicking over your face. “Use it.” He had a few new hickeys after that night too, but not after decorating your body with a few of his own.

“Sebastian, I would like you to read a few lines from the song, please.” James handed Sebastian a card, a snort leaving Sebastian’s body involuntarily. He glanced at the cards, know the lyrics by heart already. He took a big breath, reading the lines that James chose. He threw him a look with his eyes, head tilting slightly toward the British man.

“Uh, okay, here we go.” Sebastian laughed to himself, blowing out a breath through clenched lips. He lifted the card again, “You know,” dropping his hand back to his lap while raising his other hand. “You know, she’s gonna make fun of me for this right?” James laughed, looking into the camera as if he was on The Office, then to the audience with a duh look on his face.

“Sebastian. We’re going to make fun of you.” The crowd didn’t hesitate to join in James’ amusement. Sebastian dropped his head into his hands, groaning loudly. “Do you need a little encouragement?” The audience began cheering and clapping for Sebastian.

“Fine, alright, alright.” He shook his head before starting. “Long nights with hickeys earned like a badge of honor. Teasing kisses, twisted sheets, all signs of true seduction.” Sebastian looked up from his hands, expecting James to say something. All James offered, though, was a wave of his hand for Sebastian to continue. “I never have to worry because all my sins are forgiven when I’m with you.” James held his hand up, stopping Sebastian from continuing.

“Okay, let’s dissect that, Mr. Stan.” James propped his elbow on his interview desk, placing his head at an angle in his palm. “What is this song about?” Sebastian’s lips curled inward, stopping himself from laughter.

“James,” Sebastian leaned forward against the arm of the couch. “I thought this was a family show.” The British man quirked a brow, sweeping both hands in front of his body gesturing to the studio.

“This is the Late Late Show, Sebastian.” He turned back to the audience, addressing them and the cameras. “And that is all the time we have tonight! Thank you to Sebastian for coming on the show with me tonight! And thank all of you for tuning in tonight. We’ll see you next time.” The producer beside the camera signaled that the show ended and Sebastian turned back to James.

“It’s a good song.” Sebastian smiled wide afterwards, saying his goodbyes to the crew. He was back in the safety of his dressing room when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He knew that it was you from the personally assigned ringtone you picked out when he wasn’t looking.

“The Internet is going to eat you alive.” Sebastian grinned as your peels of laughter trickled in through the speaker of his phone.

“Oh yeah, could you imagine if I told them that it wasn’t just random sounds at the end?” He could just imagine your smirk at his mention of your little addition to Europe.

“We’re gonna have to do that again.” Sebastian paused, waiting for you to explain. “Although I think next time we should do a visual along with the audio. You pickin’ up what I’m putting down Stan?” Sebastian smirked to himself, thinking about being able to watch himself bring you to the brink over and over again, even when you’re not together. His pants got tighter at the idea.

“I think we might have to look into that, Y/L/N.”

[h3art-n-s0ul]

Grocery Shopping Together part 2

Iwaizumi, Atsumu, Suna

Genre: Fluff

(Please feel free to reblog and comment)

Part 1 and Part 3

Content Warning: Cursing and a smidgen of suggestiveness

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Iwaizumi: Dancing down the grocery aisle together. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

-A romantic at heart, don't lie you know it's true

-Literally just so in love with you what else can I say

-Makes something as mundane as grocery shopping romantic

-Could be a date, is not a date

“Hajiiii-”

“What is it, doll?” He hummed.

“This is my favorite song!” You laced your hands with his, fingers slipping into the gaps of his.

He leans his head back to carefully listen to the faint song playing over the store’s speakers.

“Oh really?” He grinned.

“Mhm-oh fuck-” Iwaizumi interrupted by grabbing your waist and spinning you around in the air. “Put me down you psycho!” You laughed and shoved his shoulder until he finally set you down.

“This song is the perfect tempo to dance to, don’t you think?” He swung you around so your back was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

“In the store?” You asked.

“I don’t see why not.” Abruptly, Iwaizumi spun you out, before pulling you back in for a dip. You let out a small squeal of surprise when he caught you.

“Wow doll, you’re a natural.” He laughed. For a few seconds, you and Iwaizumi just stared into each other, basking in the feeling of comfortability. Slowly, you watched as Iwaizumi leaned into you, joining your lips together for a kiss. It was soft and intimate, like you two had a quiet corner of the universe all to yourselves. When it was over, you let out a small whine of protest and patted his chest to let you back up.

“You know you’re pretty good too, Haji.”

(A/n: i wanna die)

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Atsumu: Ends up pushing over a display and then gets banned. The staff hates him.

-Chaos. Always.

-Just attempting to find ways to entertain himself

-So fucking loud dude. I don't even know why he just is

-Tries to be helpful, somehow makes it worse?

“Aw shit.” You groaned out loud.

“What is it beautiful?” Atsumu stopped walking behind you.

“I forgot to get a cart. Can you go grab one for me please?” You pressed the palm of your hand to your forehead.

“Of course. Be right back!” He eagerly ran off.

While you examined the avocados, looking for a ripe one, you heard distant yelling. Wait, no, it was getting closer in proximity. You could finally make out the sound. It was Atsumu’s yelling.

“Y/NNNNN!” You looked over to see your boyfriend hurdling a cart towards you at full speed. He let go and the cart continued rushing forward. Unfortunately, the cart started to veer off course. Just to the right of you.

“No! Atsumu!” You lurched forward to stop the cart but didn’t get there in time. The cart crashed into a cardboard fruit display, knocking the whole thing over, sending oranges rolling everywhere. You gasped and then turned to angrily stare at your boyfriend.

“Miya. I’m going to kill you.”

“W-WAIT Y/N! I swear I didn’t mean to! You were supposed to catch the cart! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” Atsumu cowered. People were starting to gather and you hid behind your hands in embarrassment.

One of the cashier’s reluctantly walked over to Atsumu. “Um sir, I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to leave. I’m sorry, racing grocery carts is strictly prohibited.”

“You just had to knock over the display, didn’t you Miya?”

They escorted him out the sliding doors and you followed.

“Here’s the keys. You can wait in the car until I’m done shopping you idiot.” You rolled your eyes at him but a smile played on your lips.

“I’m really sorry y/n.” Atsumu hung his head in shame.

“It’s okay dummy. I still love you.” You brought your hand up to scruff his blonde hair.

“Just- never do that again.”

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Suna: Hangs off you and complains about how he wants to leave.

-Literally didn't even want to be there

-Very touchy

-Hates grocery shopping because it's so domestic

-You have to encourage and "motivate" him a lot

-Perpetually bored but loves being with you(even if you're doing something mundane)

“Babyyyy~”

“Yes Rin?” You leaned into his back.

“Can we please go home now?”

“Rin. We just got here. Don’t you want to spend some quality time with your girlfriend?”

“Yes. But doing something else…” His hands find their way to your waist, squeezing your hips.

“Woahhh. Down boy.” You shoved him off. “I promise if you help me shop, we’ll get done faster, then we can go home.”

He wrapped his arms around your middle and whined, “But we could just go home now.”

“Suna we are literally out of food. You can starve if you want but I want to eat dinner.” He buried his face into the back of your t-shirt and groaned.

“Fine. But 20 minutes max.” He grumbled.

“Okay Rinnie. We can even get those spicy chips you like.” He smiled into your back.

“Why did you even come if you hate grocery shopping?” You asked.

“I dunno. Just don’t like being without you.” He mumbled.

“Awwww Rinnie. That’s so sweet. I like being with you too. Even when you’re clingy and drag your feet on the floor.”

He smirked, “You know I suggested take-out for dinner.”

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hii 👋 😁 okay so I'd like to request a valentines date with the brothers and newdatebales but while they are on the date MCs ex who is a complete jerk interrupts their nice time and MCs date makes the ex pay for being so rude. Happy Valentines Day! 💝

Happy valentine's! Ugh exes really can be a pain! I'd fist fight my ex for a stick of gum, no hesitation

Sorry this took so long, I've been asleep for most of the day

Pt.2 = undateables (minus Luke)

Context: you decided to go to the human world for your date

Lucifer:

Restaurant! Always - it's a classic

It was fairly lavish, Everyone was in suits or dresses, the place seemed to glitter from how polished it all was

A small classical band in the back

"I'm having a lovely time, I hope it's all to your liking."

"definitely is, though if you were the one playing the piano I'd make it even better."

"I'll keep that in mind for later."

He smirked, taking a sip of his wine whilst you just beamed

You two have been waiting month's for this renovation and you glad you were able to get it in on Valentines

"Oh! (Y/N) been ages- didn't expect you to be here, who's your friend?"

Your stomach dropped

Your ex just smiled at you two, leaning on your seat

"boyfriend."

"no! No way! You're dating?! I heard you were so broken after our breakup, so glad you were finally able to move on, must of been hard."

"Will you leave? I'm trying to enjoy myself-"

Lucifer glared at them, shifting in his seat incase he had to settle this - he had faith in your strength but knew he wouldn't stay silent for long

"Why so hostile?! I haven't done anything wrong it's not like I've gone and told him how clingy you were or the fact you just LOVED arguing."

"fuck off will you?! I wasn't clingy, you were just distant and barely treated me like a partner and we got into arguements because YOU kept going behind my back."

He finally stepped in, noticing you were getting EXTREMELY worked up and had tears lining your eyes

He pulled your ex around, gripping their face and flashed them his true forms face

They screamed as they shoved themselves away from him, darting away to their table

This made everyone look at them, Lucifer fixing his hair and wiped his gloves with a scented wipe

"how unpleasant, Let's get the check, we can finish this back at the house."

He called over a waiter, quickly paying and collecting the now packaged food

"Just tap me and I'll step in sooner, I know you can handle yourself but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry."

Mammon:

A drive in movie - wants to show off his hot wheels and attractive partner~

He was pulled all sorts of cheesy moves, the yawn and stretch is one but many

He smiled having you leaned against him with his arm around your shoulder

You told him you were going to get more snacks and he tried to follow you but you said it'll be alright

Though when you came back you saw your ex leaning on mammons car, flirting with him

"Babe! I told them to back off but they kept pushing-"

"I didn't expect to see you here, are you with him?"

"I'm very much with him, he's taken."

You roughly handed mammon the snacks

He knew to keep his mouth shut, that look on your face wasn't something to mess with

"what a shame, I'm glad you finally got over me though, I heard from your friends you disappeared for 6 months."

"yeah, I was busy with living my life not crying over you."

Your exes mouth twitched whilst you just jumped back into your side of the car

"Right, right - so are you two serious or just a fling? I know it's difficult for you to keep a partner - why not keep me company? You're too handsome to be with them, don't you think? There's no way you actually like them-"

They trailed a hand up mammons arm, sending him a wink

He smacked their hand away from him, growing tired of their behaviour

"you listen here I'm in love with them more than your tiny little human brain will ever understand, back away from my car or watch us go on with our date."

When your ex didn't move he grabbed your shirt, pulling you in into a heated kiss

Whilst you two made out your cradled his head, flipping off your ex, mammon didn't have to even look to know what you were doing

He joined in on flipping them off, you both stayed like that until you heard them scoff and leave

"just say the word and I'll do whatever you ask, I won't let them get away with talking to you like that."

When the movie was done you spotted your exes car with the window down, mammon happily through your Popcorn into their window

But it wasn't over, when his car got close enough he took a pocket knife, slashing their car and immediately drove off at high speed

Levithan:

Arcade; was there really anything else?

He was determined to get you all the arcade prizes, using all his skills to make the machine do as he wished

Has used his tail to grab a prize from a rigged claw machine

"what else should we do? I saw a two player shooter finally open up."

"maybe dance dance Revolution? It'll be fun~"

He groaned, not wanting to do physical exercise but smiled when you weren't looking

He knew every dance song and pattern! He was going to impress you so much!

Of course there was a line, two kids hogging it and people recording them

Though things took a turn when your ex showed their face

"i should of known you'd come here, can't seem to stop visiting our old dating spots, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, clutching levithan's hand

If you were going to be honest, you completely forgot this was one of your old date places

You just remembered it was close by and you've been there when you were younger

"get over yourself, I'm on a date with my boyfriend."

"him? Really? I knew I hurt you but I didn't expect you to downgrade this much."

Levi looked down ashamed, anger boiling inside of him at how they spoke to you

He suddenly moved Infront of you, gripping your exes shirt as he pinned them to the photo-booth

"I don't care what you say to me but I know that you're just a cheating liar who gets off making others feel shitty, stay away from us or I will rip you to shreds limb by limb!"

He didn't even know his voice raised, punching the booth beside their head

Your normally timid boyfriend only got like this when you tried to be a better TSL fan than him or he lose his patience with mammon

Your ex cowered under his gaze, darting off as soon as they could

"i- I hope I didn't speak over you! I know you could of easily dealt with them but I just couldn't stand it!"

Satan:

Meausum, very interesting with different moments in history and discoveries all for the public to see - a date for nerds

Good thing you're both nerds (tbh I'd love a date like this)

"I was actually alive when this happened, It was pretty remarkable."

Oh yeah, expect him to be giving you all the classified details of moments in history

You just wished you had him whilst you were doing your history exams, you could of gotten so much extra credit!

"were you ever in any pictures? It would be pretty fun if we spotted you in the back of one of these."

He just laughed, grinning as you slowly began to realize that was an actual possibility

But before you could press on your mouth flew shut

Your ex was here

You elected to ignore them but they didn't have the same idea for you

"I never expected to see you around again, I thought you disappeared completely when no one heard from you in months."

"now that you're talking to me I wish I had, is there a reason you're interrupting my date?"

"your date? Is this him? I didn't think you'd move on so quickly~ shows what value you have on relationships."

Satan was pleased; he's heard all about your ex and was mad they were even breathing the same air as you

You were more annoying than any of his brother's and he hasn't even said anything to them yet

"I got over you quickly which might I add 10 months isn't a short time span - because you mean nothing me, you're a bitch."

"Back off or you'll end up with a bloody nose."

"gonna hit? Some man you are! Quick to violence-"

He grabbed their head, quickly jerking their head as if he was going to smash it into the display

His fingers dug into their scalp and tugged at their hair

"You have 5 seconds, I'm feeling nice today because it's valentine's - run now or I will put a dent in your skull."

He let go and he began to count, your ex looked at you both with fear before running

Just grazing the 5 second limit

"what was we discussing? Ah yes, I'll point out where I am, I think the picture is just up ahead."

Asmodeus:

Bath store date!!!

If it's with asmo - anything can be exciting

Even if it is you two walking around snorting bath bombs and poking the bath jello

Asmo handed you a bar

"smell it~ it's got herbs and flowers in it, doesn't the smell remind you of the kitchen back home?"

You gave it a small sniff but almost got abit of herb stuck in your nose when you saw your ex looking straight at you

He caught onto your surprise, slightly turning to see someone approach you two

"Careful there, don't want it to get stuck up your nose."

Your ex laughed, you just frowned

The demon looking between you, noticing how unhappy you were

"Do you want something? We're busy."

"I spotted you and thought to see hi! It's been so long since we've talked! Are you feeling abit better now after your break? I know the breakup was hard."

They gave you a pity filled look, patting your shoulder

"No, the breakup was easy to get through but why does it matter to you? We're not friends and you dumped me and that was that."

"come on it couldn't be just that, don't be shy Infront of- who are you exactly?"

Asmo quickly wrapped an arm around you, hugging you close as he gave your ex a tight smile

"Their boyfriend~! And I'm not happy about you talking to my sweetheart, leave."

"boyfriend? You look like that and you wanna try to be tough, you're as scary as a cloud- this is what you moved on with? I should of expected it."

"cute, look me in the eyes whilst you say that, won't you?"

Your ex foolishly did, Getting ready to insult but felt themself be fully charmed

"Won't you be a dear and spin around for me? Perhaps start clucking like a chicken, I think there's some feed over there." He cooed.

You bursted out laughing watching your ex do exactly as they were asked

Your boyfriend just smiled, picking up another soap and sniffing it before handing it to you

"ooo it's really fragrance, let's get this one."

You ignored your charmed ex, leaving the store with your stuff, hearing them yell out in humiliation as soon as you stepped out the store

Beezlebub:

Picnic, Should of been expected

You watched him do his stretches; you knew he had to keep himself occupied with draining tasks to keep better control over his constant hunger

He already scarfed down most of what was in basket before his fitness watch went off

You just sat back and observed

"I know this isn't romantic but once I'm tired we can continue, I'm sorry."

"Beel, I'd rather watch you flex your muscles than feel starved."

"I'll do my best."

He leaned down and you met him half way, Sharing a quick kiss before he went jogging

Everytime he passed your spot you gave him a cheer

But what you didn't expect was your ex to whistle, watching Beel with you

"do you mind? That's my boyfriend."

"I can see, how'd you get a guy like him? He's shredded, I didn't think big guys were your type."

"It's none of your business what my type is, our relationship is over and I told you I never wanted to see you again."

Your ex scoffed, glaring down at you

"is that why you disappeared for months? You really think I'd be desperate enough to message you again?"

"is it it of your system yet? Can you leave?"

"What's the issue..? You don't look pleased."

He was looking directly at you, concern on his face

You sighed In annoyance

"oh~ and he has a nice voice aswell, aren't you a package, wanna go somewhere more private?"

It was your turn to scoff, beel frowned at your ex

He knew how unpleasant your ex was and immediately stepped towards them

He grabbed their head and easily lifted them off the ground and put them to his eye level

"Apologize and Leave."

Your ex whimpered, wincing in pain, beel moved them like a ragdoll and made them face you

"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!"

They were let go and scampered off

You turned to beel, cupping his face, his mood immediately improving

"you did amazing, baby, are you tired or do you need to keep exercising?"

"I think I'll be able to be fine now, I'm glad they left so quickly, I was going to eat them."

Belphegor:

He wanted sky diving but you decided to go to the mattress store

Odd date choice but it made perfect sense to your boyfriend, they were having double bed special offers

He sunk into the mattress, sighing feeling how soft and bouncy it was

"We Should get this one."

"you said that with the last mattress, I'm sure you could find one hard as a rock and still want it."

"the top of the sofa is a comfy spot but I like my mattresses soft."

You just hummed, looking at the prices

"Tore up the old one with one of your tantrums? What a shame."

"excuse me??! I had a death In my family and that was an accident-! Why are you even here?!"

You can't believe it! Your ex had to be here of all places!

"I did want to say hi but now you're just getting all worked up over abit of teasing, you're still so sensative."

"Wow, forever the gaslighting cunt, I'm really not surprised you haven't changed but you got real balls to be so public about how much of a shitty person you are."

Beel was propped up on the mattress, happily watching you verbally destroy your ex

"you're just a bitch as always-"

"hold on, I'm just teasing - no need to get all angry about it."

He snickered whilst you smirked, coping the same tone your ex used

"Ah~ I know you, they told me about you, you're the ex that slipped and fell into the pool full of sick, I've been laughing about that for months."

"you-! I can't believe you'd talk about me so much, have you really moved on?"

"they told him one story, calm down, is this what you do now that you're single? terrorise couples in mattress store?"

They tried to bark back but he cut them off

"You know...I know plenty of ways to suffocate a human and I wouldn't even have to put a single finger on you, unless you want to see what I can do to your mind, I'd turn around and bother someone else."

They stared at him in horror, seeing you both just look down at them, enjoying their struggle for words

"you're both little shits, I hope you're miserable."

"and I hope you get the hell out of my face before I decide to stop being nice."

His eyes glowed as mist formed at his fingers, unnoticeable to anyone else around you

Your ex winced, a choked noise escaping them

They surprised you by being smart for once, turning around and storming away

"Are you miserable, belphie?"

"only when you're not around."

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT. 

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh) 

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch. 

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer. 

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -” 

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face. 

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door. 

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side. 

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly. 

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle. 

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“ 

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.” 

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face. 

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door. 

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“ 

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned. 

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle. 

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice. 

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.” 

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection. 

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind. 

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now? 

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!” 

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face. 

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away. 

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s. 

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open. 

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned. 

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him. 

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. 

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath. 

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers. 

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain. 

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper. 

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered. 

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food. 

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something,  “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

///

“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look. 

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses. 

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?” 

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’  causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering: 

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.  

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained. 

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

///

That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same? 

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM. 

 DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

[nctsjiho]

Explode

warnings: there’s 2 swear words in there and it’s a bit angsty this one

❀ There’s some unexplained tension between the 6 youngest members of Dream and JiHo

A bunch of testosterone and very strong-willed men was a recipe for occasional conflicts. Getting into fights with your friends was never fun. It was even worse when that friend was someone you had to work with, live with and see everyday. It happened from time to time that the boys butted heads, but usually it was a very dumb and small problem which got resolved before the end of the day. (Often because other members got involved to tell them their problem was just dumb and nothing worth fighting over.)

This time however seemed like a very different situation. It wasn’t a small fight between the two youngest members about a dance move. It also wasn’t someone who was jealous of another member because they forgot about hangout plans to chill with someone else. No this time seemed a lot more serious. The older boys watched as the room filled with tension. JiHo had just walked in, not even saying as much as a hi or giving a smile. It wasn’t like her and before anyone had to ask anything they sensed the second source of the tension. The 6 youngest Dream members were all sitting together, blank to annoyed facial expressions and most uncharacteristically, not even one of them was talking.

The older boys were all exchanging questioning looks, but it was evident that no one knew what was going on. They even looked at Mark, hoping that if anyone, he’d be the one to know what was going on since he was a member of Dream after all, but alas. He seemed the most dumbfounded of them all.

Taeyong was about to speak up, but before he could one of their managers walked in, ready to brief them on their upcoming schedules.

Once the meeting was over everyone made their way over to the biggest practise room. JiHo had settled on the couch next to Kun and Yangyang, quickly putting her airpods in her ears, a clear sign she didn’t want to engage in any conversation. Since JiHo wasn’t going to talk the older boys thought that they could try prying some information out of the Dreamies. Not wanting to step on anyone’s toes though, they all agreed that Mark should talk to the boys.

He carefully approached the boys who had been talking amongst themselves and sat down in between Jisung and Jaemin. They made some small talk before Mark carefully brought up the subject. “So, did something perhaps happen? With- you know? With-...” Haechan scoffed, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes before standing up and turning to his backpack to find his bottle of water. Mark tried making eye contact with Jisung and Renjun who avoided it as if their lives depended on it. The other 3 boys just shrugged when Mark looked at them with Jeno starting to play with the strings of his hoodie.

Mark stood up defeated and went to report his lack of information to Taeyong. They decided to leave it at that for a little since neither party was going to talk and they still had a long day to go. Imagine what it would be like if their petty stare down evolved into a huge fight.

It had neared 3 pm. The members had been practising for about 2 and a half hours before they got their break. JiHo had seemed to become a lot less tense but Taeyong decided not to act on it yet. He had recruited Lucas, Johnny, Taeil and Hendery to come with him to the convenience store and grab snacks and drinks for everyone with the hopes that it would brighten up the mood and give everyone some more energy for the coming hours of practise.

What he didn’t expect was that on his arrival back at the practise room, a whole bomb would have exploded. Accusations were thrown around, and glares were being sent out. Yuta and Jaehyun were holding JiHo back while Kun, Ten, Mark and Yangyang stood by the Dreamies, Doyoung standing in the middle like some kind of referee. The other members standing off to the side, not wanting to intervene.

You’d might ask why 2 men had to hold a tiny girl back. Well Taeyong was confused as well, until he walked closer to see the deadly stares of the girl. He wondered how the younger boys hadn’t given up on yelling yet, one of those looks in Taeyong’s direction and he’d apologise straight away, even if it wasn’t his fault. JiHo was unarguably the scariest when angry, but the Dreamies were notorious for being stubborn and talkative, not backing down in the slightest.

“-if she would stop talking behind people’s backs!” Renjun had yelled. The boys who just walked in didn’t have a clue about what already had been said prior or what had ticked them off to start fighting right then and there, but their main goal now was to resolve the problem. “Oh what would you know?” JiHo scoffed, but Doyoung came to interject. “What did she say then?” “Why don’t you ask her!” Haechan argued causing Doyoung to groan. “I asked you didn’t I?” “I don’t even know what I did to get you guys so pissed of at me.” The girl was calm. Eerily calm and it send shivers down Jaehyun and Yuta’s spines who were standing next to her.

“Sure you don’t!” Haechan chuckled, not that he found it funny, he just couldn’t believe JiHo was feigning innocence right now. She rolled her eyes before turning around and walking over to the couch in the back of the room. She plopped down on it and pushed her head back against the back of the couch, her hands coming up to slowly massage her temples.

“Can someone explain-” “How dare you call Jisung a fake maknae and talk bad about him behind his back?” Jaemin had finally spoken up, his voice low. This comment shocked everyone. No way JiHo did something like that right? But before they could say anything Haechan fired another comment. “And say how Mark shouldn’t be in Dream anymore, because you’re just jealous that you’re not in Dream with us.” “Yeah! It’s not our fault you’re not getting any songs-” “What the fuck did you just say? I dare you to finish that sentence Renjun.” JiHo stood up from her seat, malice lacing her every single word.

“Wow wow wow- Guys I can’t imagine JiHo saying anything like that. It must be a misunderstanding-” Doyoung said before he once again got interrupted by the Dream members. “It’s true! We heard her say it!” Jisung said, his voice starting to crack as tears brimmed in his eyes. “JiHo?” Doyoung looked at her with hopeful eyes. “Please let this be a misunderstanding.” He thought. “Is it my fault that I didn’t get any songs to promote then?” JiHo asked, looking at Renjun, completely ignoring the question.

“Is that what’s important right now?! Jisung is crying for goodness sake! And it’s all-” Chenle started yelling but Mark silenced him. “Why would I argue about something that isn’t true?” The girl said in almost a whisper before turning towards Renjun again. “So? Is it my fault? Jaemin here gets to perform Work It with Jisung, Haechan and Jeno have 90s Love and Haechan sings From Home with you and Chenle. You guys also have Déjà Vu. Yes, maybe I’m not as great of a signer as you, or as great as a dancer as Jisung, or as great as a rapper as Mark. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl. Maybe it’s because I shouldn’t have been in NCT in the first place. But is it my fault?” Her voice was so steady and calm, causing everyone in the room to become quiet.

They all stood there for a minute, before a sob leaves Jisung’s lips. Everyone turns to look at him, but JiHo turns to grab her phone and bag planning to leave. “JiHo, wait-” “I never. ever! Said anything like that about Jisung. What you probably heard was me telling Johnny how I’m feel like the fake maknae of NCT 127. How I felt like I, NCT 127′s maknae, am just a silly excuse for an idol, and how I took Haechan’s place, while he’s 100 times a better fit for the role than I am. Oh! And that about Mark, I never said he shouldn’t come back to Dream. I was talking about how worried I was for him to join another unit because he already is in almost all of them plus SuperM. I was talking about the unit Lee Soo Man has been planning for 2021. Who would I be to tell him what to do and not to do? And yes maybe I’m jealous of you guys, but I’m not the kind of person to go behind someone’s back and talk shit. But if that’s what you think of me please go ahead.” JiHo said before putting her belongings in her bag. “Also Jisung? Thanks for trusting in Haechan so much, saying that you all ‘heard me say it’ when it was only Haechan there eavesdropping on my conversation with Johnny. I’m really happy that knowing you for all these years has build this much trust between us.” She scoffed sarcastically.

As JiHo walked out of the room she got stopped by Taeyong. “JiHo, we still have practise-” “What’s there for me to practise? I’m not in any songs anyway.” She pushed herself through the boys at the doorway before making her way to the dorm, supposedly.

With JiHo gone the boys had looked over to Johnny who sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna say it, but you guys really messed up. Everything she said was true. She was only talking about herself, she never mentioned Jisung, besides when she said she was proud of him.” The comment had sent all the Dream members over the edge, their actions finally sinking in and the severity of their accusations very clear now.

They had never meant to be so hostile towards the girl, but when they thought she had been talking badly behind their backs about one of their members, and definitely since they thought it was about Jisung, they couldn’t help but get furious. They had such a close bond and felt protective over each other. Jisung had taken the news of JiHo badmouthing him very poorly and that sparked protectiveness over the youngest from the other members. But now that they found out about what was actually said they all felt sick to their stomachs. How could they have said such awful words to her when she was already talking badly about herself? And out of all member Haechan felt the worst. How was he ever going to make things right again? What were the consequences for his actions? And how bad were they going to be?

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Part 2