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afterglowkatie · 2 months ago

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close to you | k.m./c.f.

katie mccabe x caitlin foord x child!reader | 2.9k | how your mammy's jersey's came to be on your wall and you asking caitlin to add hers next to your mammy's

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of my new little starfish universe. this was the idea that started the thoughts of this whole universe tbh. i always thought this would be a cute little concept so i hope you all love it like i do

You didn’t like the dark, so your mammy got you a nightlight and made sure it was turned on and working every time before she went to bed. But she’d always wake up to you there in her bed.

You didn’t like the silence of the night, or the occasional creeks of the house, so your mammy got a little echo dot for your room. Connecting it with the house so she could make sure soft music was playing to drown out the noises of the house. But she’d still always wake up to you in her bed the next morning.

You were convinced that something scary was in your wardrobe or under your bed, so your mammy would check every night before she went to bed. But she’d always wake up to you crying out for her. When she took the doors off your wardrobe and added fairy lights to keep the dark areas light and when she still woke up to you either crying out for her or in her bed, she didn’t know what else to do.

Katie didn’t know when she let you sleeping in her bed become a habit but she knew that it was one that would be tough to break. She liked having you close, knowing you were safe if you were in her arms, but she knew that you had to try sleeping in your own bed before you were both too dependent on each other.

Having tried everything Katie could think of, she almost gave up temporarily on trying to get you to stay in your own room overnight. Almost, until you basically gave her the answer that she had needed.

Another morning you’d woken up in your mammy’s arms after sneaking into her bed during the night again, ‘Good morning my little starfish,’ Katie brushed your baby hairs out of your face, smiling down at you.

‘Mornin’ mammy,’ Your voice, small and soft, only just having woken up, you cuddled more into your mammy. Though you clung onto her when you felt Katie start to move you off of her. Your mammy laughed a little, you’d always do this thinking that you were able to keep her down and stop her from moving. You might be little but you always had this determination.

‘I like being close to you mammy,’ Your words continued to play in Katie’s mind while she continued to do your hair, until an idea finally appeared, her final attempt at getting you to stay in your own room overnight.

‘Which one’s would you like, starfish?’ Your mammy had laid out a few of her Ireland jerseys and some of her Arsenal jerseys in front of you.

It was a hard decision, because you liked all that had mammy’s name and number on them and all of them had that on them. Eventually you had decided on one Ireland and one Arsenal, the Arsenal jersey being from the recent season since they’d also given you your own mini Arsenal kit so that one you chose would match that.

The next day when you’d come home from spending the day with Beth, Viv and Myle, you hugged your mammy tightly, ‘Starfish, I’ve got a surprise for you,’

‘What is it mammy?’ Katie carried you to your bedroom, covering your eyes before you both entered the room. Your eyes widened when you saw your newly decorated walls with mammy’s jerseys, ‘Looks so cool,’ You wiggled out of Katie’s arms and climbed onto your bed to get a closer look.

‘Gotta be careful starfish, can look but don’t touch them,’ Katie was quick to say when she noticed your little hand reaching up to touch the frames that the jerseys were in, ‘Now, even while you sleep, I’ll always be close to you,’ Your mammy kneeled on the bed behind you, wrapping her arms around you.

‘I love you mammy,’

‘I love you starfish,’

Your mammy’s jerseys on the wall was the perfect solution to you sleeping in your own bed, though every now and then when you’d have a bad dream you’d still sneak in or cry out for her. But for most nights since you loved sleeping in your own room.

The jerseys you had on your wall were quite important to you. Every night since their addition, you’d say goodnight to each one and look up at them while falling asleep. It gave you a sense of comfort that helped you each day and only because they are your mammy’s and she gave you that sense of comfort and safety normally each day.

It was always you and mammy and mammy’s friends. ‘It takes a village’ well your village was arsenal, you were being raised there. There wasn’t a day where your little self wasn’t running around with the arsenal girls. You didn’t have favourites but you did have those that you’d gravitate towards.

Laia, Kyra and Vic would always keep up with your energy and pull you in to cause mischief around the training grounds. Beth, and Viv, had Myle and that was an instant win in your eyes. Caitlin, well Caitlin was your mammy’s best friend who was always around and then became your mammy’s best friend who was always at your house and now also stayed there.

Katie was worried about how you’d react to her relationship with Caitlin and how it might change the dynamic in the house, but she honestly had nothing to worry about. You’d been around Caitlin enough beforehand that she was a familiar presence in your life.

Some moments were a bit rocky, but you and Caitlin eventually found your dynamic and Caitlin quickly became your ‘Caity’ as you called her. At first your mammy thought you’d learnt her name and started to call her that instead of mammy, ‘No mammy, Caity,’ You pointed towards Caitlin, ‘My Caity,’ You smiled and so did both Katie and Caitlin. Caitlin had become someone in your life, close to what your mammy was to you.

Caitlin became part of your daily routine, part of your night routine. Both your mammy and your Caity would squeeze into your little bed with you, read you a little book before you’d say goodnight to them both along with the jerseys of course. After a little while, it felt like something was missing. You couldn’t figure it out, but you felt a bit of unease when they’d both leave you for the night.

Though you continued to go about your days, that feeling that something was missing was easy to ignore during the day but at night it always crept back to the forefront of your mind. It wasn’t until you were skipping along following your mammy around the pitch after a match when you were looking around at some of the signs that the fans were holding.

‘...can I have your jersey?’ Was what you read on the sign. It felt like everything in your mind cleared and it all made sense. You were missing Caitlin’s jersey on your wall. When they’d both leave your room, you’d still be left with your mammy’s presence but you didn’t have Caitlin’s.

‘Mammy, I’m gonna go to Caity,’ You tugged on your mammy’s shirt so she’d let you go off by yourself over towards where Caitlin was interacting with fans.

‘Alright starfish, be safe and go straight there,’ You laughed loudly when your mammy picked you up and threw you in the air before catching you again, ‘Tell Caity I love her,’ A kiss on your forehead and you were set back on the ground making your way to Caitlin.

The fans made your appearance known to Caitlin before you did, turning around to watch you skip your way across the pitch to her. Smiling wide and instantly scooping you up into your arms, resting you on her hip, ‘My favourite little starfish,’

You smiled wide at Caitlin and gave a little wave to the fans that you were near. You liked the fans, they’d give you bracelets and want you to sign their things and they were always nice to you so you’d always be nice back to them.

‘Caity,’ You turned your attention back to Caitlin, grabbing onto the front of her jersey a little, ‘Can I have this? I’ve got mammy’s but I need yours please,’ You gave her your best pout in the hopes it would persuade her to say yes in case she’d say no, even though she couldn’t say no to you, ‘Don’t tell mammy though!’ Your eyebrows furrowed together, a big frown on your face and the fans that overheard and saw the interaction promised to keep it to themselves.

Even though Caitlin would almost give you anything you wanted, she was still a little confused as to why you wanted her jersey, ‘Why do you want mine, starfish?’ Caitlin was still holding you on her hip, your head laying on her shoulder. You were getting tired, match days were always a big day for you, and cuddling more into Caitlin so she’d taken you both away from the fans and down the tunnel a little bit while you waited for Katie to join the two of you.

‘When you and mammy say goodnight, mammy still stays but you’re gone and I need both you and mammy with me,’ Caitlin was the one to help Katie put her jersey’s on your wall while listening to the story that led up to why Katie was doing this, so Caitlin wasn’t unfamiliar and connected what you were talking about. Your eyes had closed not long after you spoke, Caitlin’s never left you. Her eyes lighting up in a way that they only really do when she looks at you, though it was definitely a different kind of shine they held when looking at you.

‘What’s got you so smiley?’ Katie smiled when she caught the sight of you and Caitlin, wrapping her arm around Caitlin’s waist and giving you a light kiss on your forehead not wanting to wake you up.

‘Just thinking of how much I love starfish,’ Caitlin spoke so softly and her eyes didn’t leave you. Letting out a soft, content sigh before looking at Katie, ‘And how much I love you,’

‘Such a charmer,’ Katie chuckled softly, a soft kiss shared between them before continuing to walk down to grab their things and yours as well, ‘I love both you and starfish too,’

A few days after that match it was just you and Caitlin at home while your mammy was out for the day. You were bouncing around holding the jersey that you’d asked Caitlin for the other day, the frames were all picked out and you couldn’t be more excited, ‘Got to pick a aus-aust,’ Your eyebrows scrunched together, if there was any word that would be your enemy it would be australia. Letting out a little huff you remembered what you’d learnt from Kyra when she noticed you struggling the first time saying it, ‘A straya one now!’

Caitlin let out a little laugh while muttering under her breath, ‘Spending too much time with Kyra,’ The attempt at mimicking their accents would never not be amusing on top of your already mixed accent, ‘What about this one starfish?’ Caitlin was holding up her jersey from the world cup, the match against Ireland.

You recognised the flag on the jersey, lifting your hand to hover your finger over it, ‘Mammy lost,’ As soon as you said that, Caitlin was instantly worried that she’d chosen the wrong one to suggest. Even though she thought it would be the perfect one since it was still connected to your mammy but also since you’re Irish and Caitlin’s Australian that it could display the connection between the two of you, ‘But Caity won. I love it, thank you Caity,’ You beamed, grabbing out for the jersey while jumping on top of Caitlin and wrapping your little arms around her.

Having both Caitlin’s Arsenal and Australia jersey’s in your arms, they were one step away from officially being placed on your wall. It took Caitlin a bit longer than it did Katie to put the jersey’s on the wall, being Caitlin’s only helper was you and your little arms wouldn’t reach. But you helped by getting distracted with everything in your room and talking Caitlin’s ear off with whatever new facts you’d learnt recently.

‘There we go!’ Caitlin took a step back, proud that she had managed to finally hang the jersey’s so they were level and not on a slight lean.

The first time you saw it all put together, nothing else could take your eyes away from it. In your heart you could feel that everything felt right now, the piece that was missing was finally found and put into place. You jumped up on your bed and lifted your hand up towards the frames, ‘Be careful starfish, you can look but don’t touch them. Want to keep you safe,’ Looking back at Caitlin, you smiled. Those were the same words your mammy said when she’d just put her jersey’s up. Caitlin was your Caity and you just knew she was going to be that for forever and you couldn’t be more happy to have her in your life.

‘Caity,’ You looked up at Caitlin’s jersey’s, ‘Mammy,’ Looking back at your mammy’s, ‘My Caity and my mammy,’ Caitlin smiled wide while looking at you, she didn’t know what she’d done to deserve to have this role in your life but she would always cherish it. In Caitlin’s eyes you were perfect.

‘My starfish,’ You laughed loudly when Caitlin came up behind you and scooped you up into her arms, tickling your sides a little, ‘Forever going to be my little starfish,’

‘Even when I’m big and stronger than you and mammy?’ You held up your arm and tried to ‘flex’ just like you’d seen your mammy and Kyra do so many times around training, they’d even tried to teach you how to.

Caitlin laughed, you really were just a tiny Katie, ‘You could be a thousand times stronger than us and you’d still be our little starfish,’ Your nose scrunched up when Caitlin tapped it lightly.

‘I can’t wait for mammy to see,’ As if on cue you heard the jingle of keys in the front door and knew it was your mammy, ‘Mammy! C’mon Caity,’ You slid off Caitlin’s lap, grabbing a hold of her hand, dragging her to where your mammy had just walked through the door.

Like always your mammy knelt down and held out her arms for you to run into, picking you up and spinning you around. It was the same every time and every time it would make you giggle, ‘I missed my little starfish,’ Your mammy kissed your forehead gently, ‘And I missed you too,’ Katie, still holding you in her arms, leaned over towards Caitlin, giving her a little kiss. Even with it being a short kiss, they both still felt your little hands pushing at their faces.

‘No, no time for that,’ They both smiled and laughed, Caitlin knew you were excited to show your mammy the newest additions to your room. You were excited, you know your mammy would be happy to see. Caitlin was important in your life and you knew she was important to your mammy, ‘I got a surprise for you mammy,’

‘Oh? A surprise for me?’ Katie raised her eyebrows, holding you out a little so she could properly look at you. You gave her an enthusiastic head nod with a small ‘mhm’, gripping onto your mammy’s shirt, ‘Well I guess I can’t keep you waiting, unless,’ Katie dragged out her words, teasing you. You let out a small huff, ‘Just kidding starfish,’

‘Caity, cover mammy’s eyes!’ You exclaimed once your mammy placed you back on the ground. Katie rolled her eyes when she felt Caitlin cover them, you took hold of your mammy’s hand and led her to your bedroom, ‘1…2…3…now Caity!’

Following your instructions, Caitlin removed her hands, a soft and quick kiss on Katie’s cheek, ‘You’re going to love this,’ And Caitlin was right. There weren’t any words that could express just how much Katie loved the sight in front of her.

Katie loved the relationship you and Caitlin had grown to have, how you also saw Caitlin as an important part of your life. Your mammy listened to you, her eyes a little glossy but all from how much happiness she was feeling, while you told her exactly why you’d asked Caitlin for her jerseys. How the arsenal one matches both yours and your mammy’s, you did ask if you could have an arsenal jersey with your name and Caitlin’s number so you could wear that to the matches sometimes.

Your mammy listened to every word you had to say and at the end she gave you the biggest hug you’d ever had before. Looking over Katie’s shoulder you signalled for Caitlin to join. Caitlin joined the two of you, wrapping her arms around you both, kissing both of your foreheads. The three of you were wrapped up in each other's embrace and in each other's love. There was no doubt that you weren’t loved.

‘My mammy, my Caity,’ You whispered out, cuddling further into the two of them.

Katie and Caitlin looked at each other, then back at you, ‘Our little starfish,’

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shaunamilfman · 11 months ago

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People enjoyed the Jackie version of this, so I wrote how Shauna would’ve handled the same situation. Lord forgive what I have written <3 love you Milfman

Ever since the two of you started dating, Shauna had been becoming a little bit more needy. She would often find herself hot and bothered, everytime your shirt rode down a little too low, your arms flexed a certain way when you lifted something, or even just due to the way you’d speak. She would try and hold herself together, but eventually she would cave, grabbing your arm and taking you to the nearest bathroom stall, closet or wherever she could have you immediately.

That’s how she found herself, here, lying awake in your room, hearing the clock tick, as she had woken up from her wet dream. She looked to the side to see you, the inspiration of said wet dream. She wanted so much to wake you up, to have you take her there and then, but you looked so tired when you went to bed earlier, she knew she should let you sleep. She then thought of touching herself but she never found as much pleasure then when you were the one that played with her. Her eyes crept up and down your sleeping figure, and upon the sight of your arms laying folded on your stomach, she had an idea. She lay there a minute as she looked at you, hoping you’d feel her need and wake up on your own as she debated the thought in her head. She’d feel really guilty if she did it,… if she wasn’t feeling so desperate right now, that is.

She scooted closer to you and slowly reached to grab one of your arms, bringing it to her lips and putting your fingers in her mouth to wet them. All while watching you for any signs that you’d wake up, she slowly put your hand right on her core, the fabric of her shorts, already being soaked through. She rubbed herself onto your hand, finding some relief, but she needed more. She moved your hand into her shorts, and immediately sighed as your digits grazed her clit. She ground her hips into your hand, chasing the feeling, as she pressed you into herself more. She couldn’t help all the desperate little moans and curses she’d let slip out. “…fuck, oh my god” she sighs out as she finds just the right angle as she puppeteered your hand to rub on her clit. As she quickened the pace in which her hips moved against your hand, she was reminded to stay quiet as your head turned toward her. She feared she had woken you up and was preparing an explanation or an apology based on how into it you seemed. But your eyes stayed shut, realizing she couldn’t use you to play with herself for very long, she moved your hand lower.

She maneuvered your fingers along her own slit, before reaching her entrance. She slipped your fingers into herself and had to bit her tongue from letting a moan slip out. She knew there wasn’t much you could do asleep so she found the courage to move herself against your hand, riding your fingers. Her movements slowly became faster and harder as she held her grip firm on your wrist, keeping your fingers right where they were. Shauna closed her eyes and tried to imagine all the filthy things you’d say to her, she couldn’t help the moan that slipped past her lips at the thought. “yes,…right there, fuck.” She whispered to your sleeping form as she got herself closer and closer to finishing. Just as she’s about to cum, you had let out a small sigh in your sleep, and it sent Shauna over the edge, as she came onto your fingers.

Shauna took a second or two to recover from it, before she removes your hand from her pajamas. Wiping off your fingers onto the shorts as she did, and placing your hand back where it was before sliding over closer to your side. She rested her head on your chest and clutched onto your waist before falling asleep that night.

broooooo ❤️❤️. have nothing to add on this one tbh it was excellent.

thinking about how shauna gets turned on by the weirdest fucking shit. Shauna's the type to see you yelling at a video game or the wall you hit your foot on and get a little hot over it. Shauna sees you smugly shoot someone's opinion down in class and pulls you out to her car before your next class.

shauna feeling too guilty to wake you uppppp. she's so pookie i need her desperately. thinking about Shauna's face when she sees you examining your hand in the morning though lmaoo. just bright fucking red omg.

#soffsh #shauna shipman x reader #yellowjackets x reader #minors dni #yellowjackets x you

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crypticjackal13 · 2 years ago

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Hi can I request a macaque wukong x fem cat reader

Like reader has fore cat ears like two normal cat ears and two small ears and she has super sensitive hearing and like she’s loving towards anyone and wants attention like a cat but back at what I want is that reader was playing fnaf in her room until macaque and wukong entered the room and scared her as reader let out a screach as she died in the game and they tried to comfort her for her loss in the game as she died in the game as macaque and wukong tried to play the game as reader watched them suffer as she smiled

I want some comfort because I’m sick and I tried beating the game in hard mode in fnaf

(ಡ‸ಡ)

I don't think I ever made it past night 3 in FNAF 1 tbh

“Jumpscare!” (697 w.c)

Wukong x Macaque x Fem!Neko!Reader

Funny romantic one shot

pronouns: she/her

CW: getting scared, general FNAF description stuff

Okay, only a fewwww more minutes, then it’ll be six AM!” Y/n muttered to herself, eyes trained on the cameras. She had been trying to beat this part of the game for ages now, and hadn’t really left the game room. She had snacks, a drink, and a nice blanket with her…so theoretically, she could try all day if she wanted to.

The one detail she forgot about was her two boyfriends.

They had indeed all woken up together that morning, with Macaque running some errands early on and Wukong stopping at Pigsy’s for a visit with MK. But now they were both home, and neither had really heard from y/n.

With his six ears, Macaque could tell she was playing that creepy game again. He didn’t mind the horror, but the noises that the animatronics made when they killed the player hurt his head. Wukong thought it was just a weird game, but wasn’t opposed to when she would invite him to watch her.

“I have an idea.” Macaque said, knowing y/n was too immersed to try and eavesdrop right now.

“Oh? Do tell!” Wukong’s tail wagged.

“Here’s the plan…”

Y/n’s ears perked up, thinking she was hearing whispering. But she also figured it was the odd ambience of the game, so she paid it no mind. The power went out in the game; this now had her anxious as to whether Freddy would be quick to finish her off or if he would let her progress to the next night. Just as his song ended, she screamed as a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and a different pair of hands covered her eyes. And through her headphones, the animatronic bear screamed too.

She had lost. Again!

“Ughhhh not fair! You’re both lucky I didn’t try scratching at you!” She whined, spinning the chair around and playfully pushing her boyfriends away from her. Wukong laughed and Macaque appeared through one of his portals. He ruffled the hair that was close to her four ears.

“You’re funny when you get angry! Just like a pouty kitten!” He teased. Y/n narrowed her eyes.

“C’mon, we were just having fun! No need to be upset!” Wukong tried to back the shadow up on this, but Y/n wasn’t having it. She unplugged the headphones and got up from the chair.

“If you two wanna play games,” she smiled with a glint of mischief in her voice “then you can sit down and play.”

This was less of an actual invitation, and more of a challenge. The monkeys looked at each other, weighing their options. There was a good chance she’d let this all go if they humored her on this one.

Wukong took the seat first, leaving Macaque to find a different chair. Y/n, however, was already getting comfortable in Wukong’s lap, so that option was gone too. He supposed he’d just stand.

Wukong clicked the “continue from night 3” button, and let it begin again.

Several tries later, and they had managed to get to 4 AM without losing power. Y/n happily munched away on her snacks, even with Wukong growing more afraid each time he saw one of the robots. Macaque had put on his sensory headphones to block out the noise, but was still giving his opinions and directions.

“No, you need to check the cove! He could’ve moved!” He said, tugging on Wukong’s sleeve.

“I just checked on him! I’m trying to find the rabbit!” Wukong clicked onto camera 2B, and his tail puffed up. “WHAT IS THAT?!”

Y/n glanced at the screen, seeing the telltale sign of an incoming golden Freddy jumpscare. She shrugged.

“Ah, probably just a glitch.”

“If you’re sure….” He put down the tablet to check the doors, but was instead met with the yellow bear. His screen flashed and a loud scream rang out, causing him to flail and knock over the chair by accident. Y/n landed on her feet and was laughing at him.

“Now you know how it feels!” She crossed her arms. Macaque couldn’t help but laugh too. He was just glad he wasn’t in the chair.

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sunny-reis · 1 year ago

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OMG HI I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE AKITO!! may i request akito x reader cuddling after a long, rough day? if thats cool. oneshot if you do :) have a good one 🤞

oneshot - tired cuddles with akito

you're the coffee that i need in the morning; you're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring

an: OUUYDHDHHDFH TYSM !! 🫶🫶 tbh i thought the other akito oneshot would end up being garbage bc i'm not as familiar with him or vivid bad squad (*'-'*) tbh i've been feeling touch starved lately so im gonna focus more on the affection here lolz (worry not it'll be a balance of fluff and mild angst)

tags: gender neutral reader, just a tidbit of angst (having a shitty day), intimacy

there's no way today could possibly get any worse.

at least, you hope so. sometimes you hit rock bottom and think it can only go uphill from there, but life comes back with a pickaxe, ready to dig until you're truly at your worst.

like today. you think you must've woken up on the wrong side, since absolutely nothing went right – you spilled cereal on your kamiyama high school uniform in a hurry, almost missed the bus, nearly fell asleep (and got yelled at for it) in math class, noticed your backpack was ripping just a second too late, and came home at the wrong moment, when the sprinklers were on, and ended walking inside completely soaked. needless to say, you’ve had a miserable day.

the thick piles and piles of homework to do don't help, either. as you lay in bed, mindlessly scrolling through pinterest, the deep pit in your stomach envelopes you in guilt. even though you've been trying to get up and start doing whatever you can get your hands on, maybe pre-calculus worksheets or an analysis of “the most dangerous game,” you find you simply can't, being too drained to do anything but lament in your head. mentally and physically, you barely have the strength to make it through the rest of the day.

hours go by, the bright afternoon sky becoming a beautiful purple-pink sunset around dusk, and you still haven't moved from your bed. your parents came in a handful of times to try and get you to let it out, but to no avail – you don’t foresee yourself getting up any time soon. it's only when your stomach rumbles that you sit up and pad downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen.

pouring out a handful of cheerios into a bowl, you zone out, staring out the window overlooking the backyard. although you feel slightly better after a session of moping and lying in bed for hours on end, time goes by viscously; you find you’re still not out of the mental slump, and everything feels too overwhelming. the hair on your arms is too prickly, your sweatshirt too warm, and you have the sudden urge to claw at your skin. sighing, you trudge back upstairs and quietly shut the door, sitting down at your desk. after putting your phone on silent, you browse soap2day for a random movie to drown everything out with (and hopefully forget about the rest of the day).

after finish watching howl’s moving castle for the nth time, you sit up in your chair, stretching and yawning. although you still somehow feel like garbage, imagining yourself as a character sure felt relieving (and fed your escapism, but that’s a worry for another day). shutting your laptop down, you crawl into bed to try and sleep; the analog clock on your night stand reads 11:37. placing your phone on the table, you pull the covers over yourself in attempt to drift off.

unfortunately, your attempts were only fruitful for forty-five minutes at most. you awake to an abrupt thud on your window. brows furrowed, you shrug off the covers to see just what’s going on; opening the window, you’re met with the unexpected presence of an abashed akito crouched on the roof.

“akito? what the hell are you doing here, and at this hour?” you ask, eyes wide.

“can you let me in first? it’s cold and windy and i think i might fall.” facepalming, you help him crawl through the window, shivering at the suddend draft and closing it.

“so, care to answer my question?” you pick at him, flopping down on the bed and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i should be asking you that, honestly,” he shrugs, “i tried texting and calling you but i didn’t get anything back, so here i am.”

“oh…” you laugh sheepishly, “sorry about that, i had a shitty day and couldn’t stand having my phone go off.”

“aw, what happened?” akito asks, joining you in bed. you glance at the door, checking to see if it’s locked. although your parents are more than welcoming of akito, seeing him with you alone would be a bit of an unpleasant shock. leaning on his shoulder and pulling the blanket over the two of you, you recount your eventful day to him as he fiddles with a lock of your hair.

“and i didn’t even get to have lunch in between all that.” you add, whining. although you now find the events just a little funny, you still cringe in embarrassment when thinking about being yelled at by a teacher in public.

“i’m sorry all that happened,” says akito, pulling you closer to him, “but you know you can talk to me about it if you want to, right?”

“yeah,” you pout.

“well, are you feeling any better than before? if not, i know just what to do.”

“i think so? i watched howl’s moving castle and it made me feel a little better.”

“i think christian bale tends to have that effect on people.”

“for sure!” you not, “but yeah, i feel…icky, i guess.”

“maybe you should take a shower, sometimes that helps,” he offers, “but you should probably do that in the morning, you’ll get sick if you shower now.” you roll your eyes.

“really? that’s such a mom thing to say.”

“hey, don’t come to me if you shower and get a cold!”

“nah, i’m too tired to shower right now. since, y’know, i was in the middle of sleeping until someone woke me up.” akito laughs sheepishly.

“is it really my fault if you made me worried sick? i mean, i was just fulfilling my role as the caring boyfriend, don’t you think?”

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you laugh, laying down on his lap.

the two of you spend a while chatting in bed until god-knows-what time, when you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. akito makes a show out of tucking you in, giving you a quick peck before climbing back out the window. you melt away into a dreamy sleep, feeling warm and fuzzy at the thought of akito’s warm embrace.

#akito shinonome #pjsk #project sekai #akito imagines #akito x reader #akito oneshots #pjsk x reader #pjsk imagines #pjsk oneshots #gn reader #gender-neutral reader

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clumsiestgiantess · 1 year ago

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Well damn, this story won the poll by a LOT huh? I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourselves into. (Tbh I don’t know either) Prepare yourselves for this one, because things get rough.

Guess what? I got another night without a single ounce of sleep. Honestly, I’m not at all surprised. I could constantly hear Casey breathing a bit too loudly, rustling their sheets, and generally just existing. It’s hard to ignore someone so much bigger than me, even when I want to. Getting up the following day was hard nonetheless. It’s like my body wanted just enough rest to lay down, but not enough for sleep. The early morning light that filtered through the window simultaneously filled me with a sense of relief and dread. I begged for everything to have been a dream, but if it is, then I guess I haven’t woken up yet.

Casey finally got up and wandered over to the shelf. I haven’t left it since the moment I was dragged over here yesterday. My bed had been spared the cataclysmic destruction with the trophy, so Casey dragged it out and I slept right here. There’s only one way to get down from this shelf: in Casey’s hands. I don’t particularly feel like ever being manhandled again, but I think I might have to. It might be months before Casey can get a flight. The thought of staying here more than a few days is enough to make my stomach churn again, but I know it’ll be longer than that.

“Good morning,” they greeted me tiredly, “Did you get any sleep?” I shook my head. “Yeah, me neither.” An awkward silence filled the room. “Should I get you some coffee?” Slowly, my thoughts chugged through my brain at a bit of a faster pace. I suspect I’ll pass out soon if I don’t get something into my system, even if I am feeling sick. “Yes, please. Some breakfast too. And I’d.. I’d like to come with you,” I added awkwardly. “You mean…” Casey opened up their hands. I took a few hesitant steps forward. “I.. can’t live on a shelf the entire time I stay here. As much as I’d be more comfortable, I need a bit of autonomy, and I’d like to be able to get around your apartment at the very least.” Casey nodded, their expression dimming slightly. “Of course, I mean.. I’m not trying to take that away from you.” But they did. I kept that thought to myself, though.

“So how do I- Do I just.. pick you up, or…?” Their hand lifted into view, fingers already outstretched towards me. I stumbled backwards, falling onto my bed. “No, no! H- Hold your hand out or something! Autonomy, remember?” “R- Right, yeah.” As Casey’s hand came to rest palm-up on the shelf, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would still feel this small if the cabin had belonged to one of my friends — someone I knew, someone I trusted. If only this had happened around someone I would actually want to let hold me.

In small cautious steps, I came up beside Casey’s massive fingers, as thick around as my torso. Just a finger or two alone would be enough to hurt me in a myriad of ways, but I tried to take my mind off that disturbing fact. I came to rest on my knees in Casey’s palm, glancing back at them worriedly. Their hand lifted away into the air and I instinctively reached out and held the nearest finger tightly to my chest, scared that I would somehow tumble off the sheer drop if I didn’t hold on to something. The view was awful. Everything was blurry with motion, way too high up, and way too far away. I sat staring down at the creased skin beneath me, taking deep breaths to calm myself down so I wouldn’t vomit again.

Eventually, Casey’s hand stopped moving. I chanced a peek upwards and found that we’d made it to the kitchen. It was small in comparison to the apartment, but still gigantic to me. How tiny even am I? “Alright, let’s see…” I got off quickly, not wanting to be in their grasp any longer than I had to. Casey stepped away into the large void of a room as though it were nothing; I couldn’t help but envy them. Anger came bubbling back up again as I remembered who’s fault this was in the first place, but it wouldn’t help me to start yelling at them, so I stayed quiet. The click of a toaster being set rang through the air much louder than I expected, though it shouldn’t have come as a shock to me.

Before long, I had a toasted slice of bread laying on a plate before me, torn up into smaller bits by Casey. I lost my appetite for a few moments as I stared at the shredded pieces. You do that for little children — animals, even — not a functioning adult. Can I really consider myself a functioning adult anymore? I don’t have the means to do much of anything for myself. Hell, I can’t even get across the apartment without someone carrying me! I have a feeling that the next few months, or however long this pit stop will take, are going to be great.

And by great, I mean horrible in every aspect of the word. Firstly, I never went anywhere. I sat in the same goddamn apartment day in and day out. Most of the time I stayed on the shelf, but on occasion I would sit on the windowsill to people watch from above or sit on the couch to watch tv. But people watching depresses me after a while, knowing the height I have is nothing but a simple illusion from the height of the building, not myself. And the tv sometimes becomes a bit too much for me to process at the scale I am.

Only once did I try to sneak into Casey’s bag to get a bit of fresh air. Motion sickness wasn’t that much of a problem, since I couldn’t see anything. The problem, like most things, was Casey. They’d reached in their bag blindly, fingers roughly brushing my side as they searched for something. Casey screamed so loudly at my unexpected presence that my ears rang for a few seconds afterward. I could only imagine how many people were staring at them. I was zipped up and hid in a suffocating dark pocket for the rest of the journey. From then on, they started checking their bag before they left, and gave me a long talk once we got back to the apartment. I didn’t listen to a word of it. I just don’t think it’s fair.

Even when I’m content to stay where I am, Casey still makes things hard for me. They constantly neglect to let me choose to move, myself. I’d be minding my own business and Casy would come along and just.. pick me up — moving me to wherever was convenient for them. I couldn’t even react the first time they did it because I was too baffled. I’ve tried explaining how awful it feels to be moved without warning, almost like an object rather than another human being. All Casey did was shake their head and tell me that I am, in fact, a person. I know that. That isn’t the problem. They’re the one who seems to ignore it.

Then there are the horrible accommodations. Thankfully I have my bed from the cabin, even if it’s a bit less comfortable with the weird oversized fabric texture, it’s still my own scale. Other than that, I had nothing but two thimbles placed in the back corner of the shelf, blocked from view by the dilapidated cabin. One was filled with water, the other halfway filled with water. One for drinking, one for using the bathroom. It’s humiliating, but also the only thing I have.

The thimbles are both supposed to be emptied and refilled every day, but as time went by and our living situation became more mundane, Casey started forgetting. And it wasn’t just those they’d forgotten. I’ve had to remind them to let me shower every so often, because that required them to be around so they could get me around and set stuff up for me, but not actually stay in the bathroom. That’s not even the worst part. Sometimes Casey leaves for an early shift at work or an early class, and forgets to feed me. We’d made a system just so they could leave food out for me, but there were times when Casey was seemingly too busy to bother with it. Think about that for a second. I miss two, sometimes three meals all because my dumbass giant ‘roommate’ keeps forgetting to give me food! They’re literally starving me! By accident! Like a fucking animal! Of course, Casey gets all apologetic and teary-eyed when I yell at them for it, but apologies don’t work when it keeps happening every week or so.

I’m sick — physically, mentally, and emotionally — of being here. Surely there has to be someone out there who will treat me better than this; maybe even a few someones. I’ll never know. I’ve been banned from the outside after my first attempt to get out. It’s not that Casey’s a bad person, though. As much as I’d like to believe there are people who will treat me better, I know there are people who will treat me so much worse. The worst things Casey’s done are only by accident. They still try to make things better for me. They’ve taken me to the rooftop a few times to be outdoors in relative secrecy. I always get my choice of food — no matter the cost — if Casey does forget about my meal. And despite the sometimes jarring way I get picked up and held and carried around, Casey’s grip had never once been harmful to me.

Still, I want to go home. I want my height back. I want my actual life back. I want to yell and scream and curse Casey out on a regular basis. I can’t live life like this. I’m really scared I might have to. It’s.. getting harder to think about. Even when I let myself be angry, I’ve found that it’s starting to make things worse. Casey is one of the most easygoing people I’ve ever met; a little too easygoing in some situations. But I can only lose my temper on them so many times before they snap.

Three months into life in giant hell, I was complaining about the length of my stay for the umpteenth time. “You can’t keep treating me like this! You said you'd take me home! Was that a lie?! How much longer is this going to take?!” I expected them to apologize again, or pull out the jar of funds and explain once more that there was only so much money they could put aside for me. That night, I wasn’t met with what I expected.

Casey decided to ignore me. In my fury, I began kicking small things off the desk where I stood and where Casey was working. My antics went on for a few minutes until I turned to find something more breakable. Gigantic fingers wrapped around my sides while my back was turned, forcing my arms down. A shriek tore out of my throat. For the first time, I could feel my body tensing with pain as their grip slowly squeezed the air from my lungs. My shriek ended in a wheeze as I gasped for air.

“Stop.” That was all they said. A warning. Then Casey released me. I probably should’ve listened to the warning. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I asked between heavy breaths, “You could’ve killed me, shit-for-brains!” Casey gave me an unfriendly glare and turned away from me. I really shouldn’t have pushed them after that; it was the angriest I’d ever seen them. Instead, I stormed over to an empty coffee mug and shoved it until it slid over the desk’s edge. The sound of shattering porcelain caused Casey to whirl right back around. I could hear my words without feeling them leave my lips. “Now, will you listen to me?”

In a movement too fast for me to process, I was pressed tightly into a fisted hand. I cried apologies as I felt them stand up, mind diving into animalistic blindness. I thought they would crush me into pulp, I thought they would drop me from so high up that I’d tear into pieces upon hitting the floor, I thought they might rip me apart in a vengeful ferocity, I thought- Suddenly, I was roughly deposited onto my shelf. I rushed backwards, diving headlong into the destruction in a desperate attempt to hide. Casey’s gaze bored into me the whole time, staring right at me through shards of rubble.

“I’m tired of you annoying me about this every fucking day,” they told me in a monotone that frightened me more than any angry yelling might’ve. “I’m doing the best I can for you without losing my job, my apartment, or my friends. I don’t have to help you. Keep asking me about the funds, and I’ll use them to buy myself something nice instead.”

That was the last time I tried telling them about anything else.

The weekend after my birthday, Casey was kind enough to let me go out somewhere interesting. Albeit it was after my birthday, when I cried for several hours straight because I was incredibly disheartened and homesick. Yeah, what a way to spend the day. Anyway, I got to tag along with Casey to a pier at the oceanfront a few hours away. It's been so long since I’ve been anywhere that I’m not even nervous about it. Casey wore a spacious backpack with the zipper only halfway drawn so I could easily see outside without someone easily looking inside and noticing me. We browsed a few stores, and had lunch at a diner right on the beach. I had to stay in the backpack, of course, but my meal was secretly stashed inside for me the moment the waitress left the table.

For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel at least a little bit miserable. We sat on the beach for a bit to digest after our meal. Casey made a little hideout out of sand for me, which was actually pretty cool. We’ve been on much nicer terms since I’ve stopped asking them when I can go home.

After a good half hour of messing around on the beach, we hit the stores again, making our way to the very end of the long boardwalk. On the way back, we didn’t bother stopping anywhere else since we’d already been everywhere in the opposite direction. Plus, the slit in the backpack is facing the wrong way now. However, something caught my eye on the ocean side of the pier. On a stand with a slowly rotating rack for jewelry, sat tiny delicate creatures made of glass. I don’t know what it is about them, but I think I really want one. Someone walked directly in front of my view, so I leaned against the outside wall, straining to catch a glimpse of the glittering trinkets.

ZZZPP The zipper slid open with my added weight on it, throwing the slit in the side wide open. I tumbled out of the gap, hitting the ground with such force that I couldn’t breathe or see for a moment. Searing pain ricocheted down my leg where I landed. When my vision did return, I found myself in the center of the boardwalk, completely exposed to the gigantic world around me.

“CASEY! CASEY!!!” I screamed as loud as I could, but the pier was packed and the crowd was overwhelmingly louder than my voice. Though I was on my feet running at full speed after them, I couldn’t catch up. Soon, I’d lost sight of them completely. Did I really have to peer so far out of Casey’s backpack? I guess I’m lucky I didn’t die when I hit the ground. However, I’m still far from safe. My leg is already beginning to swell after how roughly I landed on it, and the throbbing makes my muscles tense the second I put any weight on them. Nevermind the various bleeding scratches I got when I hit the wooden boardwalk.

THUD A massive foot came down about an inch away from where I stood. I cried out in alarm, hobbling out of the way as fast as I could go. The pain in my leg kept causing me to trip, only making it worse. By the time I managed to get to the side of the pier, I had broken out into a cold sweat, sending shivers across my body though it was blazingly hot outside. I panted, gripping the base of the thick metal railing that separated the boardwalk from the beach. Everything hurts so much. My muscles burn from trying to run, and my head is pounding dully without a single drink of water.

“Could this possibly get any-” I stopped myself before completing that question. Every fucking time someone asks that question, something bad happens. But I guess you don’t even have to finish the question for it to work its magic. A seagull landed on the railing rung above me. It cocked its head, beady black eyes staring blankly at me from above. I threw my hands over my ears as it let out a hideously loud screech that sounded almost like mocking laughter. The board beneath me creaked as the bird alighted right beside me. “Shoo!” I cried, “Get out of here, loudmouth! I don’t have any food! Go find someone else to harass!” The seagull didn’t take my yelling very well. I yelped as a beak about the size of my body pecked at me.

I fully expected the dumb bird to fly away after I yelled at it, so I couldn’t even dodge it in time. Searing pain shot through my arm and a pained yelp escaped my throat. A long bloody gash sliced down my forearm where the seagull had attacked me. Suddenly terrified, I fled down the boardwalk, the bird following right behind me in a half-waddle half-flap. I gripped my arm tightly as blood leaked out, spattering the wood below. It hadn’t occurred to me that the food the seagull was looking for was me.

My head got foggier the further I ran. I’m not even sure if the seagull is still behind me or not, but if I stop to check, I might end up dead. I was so out of it, that when I recognized someone in the crowd, I assumed I was hallucinating. Finally, when I felt dangerously close to passing out, I stopped and searched the boardwalk again. Sure enough, Rey Harrison wandered through the middle of the throng, coming to rest on the railing a few excruciatingly long feet away from me.

Rey and I have been together for years. Not together together, just.. in close proximity. We met in my sophomore year of high school, and I was immediately head over heels in love. However, when I confessed that to him after re-meeting him in college, he awkwardly told me he only thought of me as a good friend. I was angry, but I couldn’t really be angry at him. It was his preference; I couldn’t be mad at him for that.

Relief flooded through me so literally I started crying. I stumbled towards him slowly. I didn’t have the energy to go any faster. Collapsing at his feet, I took a shaking breath and started screaming his name. He stepped back suddenly and my heart flew into my throat. I braced myself for him to accidentally step on me, or walk away completely unaware that I’m here. “D- Dani?” Rey quickly turned around, scanning the crowd behind him. His shoes came dangerously close to me. “Rey!” I practically sobbed, “I’m down here! Just look down!” To my horror, he backed up. The sole of his sneaker blocked out the sun as it drifted over me. I shrieked, bracing myself for the worst. It hovered right over my head, then flinched back upwards, thudding down further away.

“Dani?!” I cautiously peered up and found his beautiful gold-flecked brown eyes staring down at me. His hand reached for me, but froze as I flinched away from it. I’m so used to Casey haphazardly grabbing me. He isn’t Casey, though. Moments later, I stumbled into his outstretched hand, hugging his thumb close. There are so many things I want to tell him, but all I can do is sob.

Everything was blissfully still for a moment, then I felt fingers pressing in around me. I yelped as his index finger brushed my forearm. “Oh shit! Dani you’re- you’re bleeding! How did.. What happened to you?!” Again, all I could do was whimper as he lifted me to standing height. His movements are so dizzying, I can’t see a thing. “Dani? Dani!” The next thing I know, my head slipped into darkness.

#have a cliffhanger :)#g/t #giant tiny #writing stuff

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chewwypepsicola · 2 years ago

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ASKING YOU ABOUT YOUR AVA/AVM HEADCANONS!! I'D LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT THEM

I AM ABOUT TO GO CRAZY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT...

okay lets start with just my hollowhead hcs brace yourselves i wrote a lot

SECOND/ORANGE: Second isn't actually all that fond of being called TSC he prefers to just be refered to as Orange since that way he feels less like the odd one out of the color gang, he already has enough w his big ass head! So he def prefers that name over his actual name, think of it like a nickname ! Another one, he has no idea of what he is capable of. LIKE. in AvA 5 showdown he gets his shit rocked and then unlocks his inheret hollowhead OP powers right? here's the thing, what if, while all of that was happening, he's completely unconscious and going on auto pilot? Not only does he pass out again and then wake up confused and in disbelief at seeing his friends alive but he is also very confused as to why Chosen bowed to him! He has no clue that it was *HIM* who saved the day and defeated Dark !! RAAHH !! That why we never see him use his powers again (at least fully, or conscious lol) Cause in ep 16 note block battle he had just woken up and in his half-sleep state he went there just to shut his friends up and go back to bed, in my heart of hearts the fuckin uh energy wave he produced wasnt even a conscious action!! And speaking of his sleeping habits, i think its pretty interesting to see him sleeping so much, i either think it has relation to his powers (even if showdown came after we started to see him sleeping constantly) just for the lols. Another one is that he's just narcoleptic haha

CHOSEN/TCO: Fucked up little guy he's poprtrayed as cool and level headed and serious by the fandom but all i can think of is back to him first being given his name and deciding to instantly break stuff and cause trouble, he is a menace!! I hc that he is angry a lot of the time, he's just a silent-rage type of guy, easily irritable and impatient, probably sarcastic and to-the-point when he talks I think he also sleeps a lot, like Second, but in his case he's just depressed el o el, he is also haunted by memories of his time being used by Alan/Creator as an AdBlocker cause that sure had to leave sequels, so he is depressed and thus sleeps a lot but then has terrible nightmares about being a prisoner and thus doesnt sleep but then gets tired and has to sleep a lot and then its just a terrible terrible cycle- He has decided to move on and "forgive" Creator but he still needs to go to therapy tbh One more for him is that he is both very caring to Orange and very scared of him. HEAR ME OUT, Chosen knows what this kid is capable of, he knows that Second doesnt know, and decides to keep it that way for both of their sakes. STILL, even if he is very intimidated by what his little brother can do he still cares for him and looks after him the way he wishes he would have been looked after, even if Orange already has a loving support system in the color gang Chosen tends to go out of his way to check on him, i think that Chosen yearning for family is fucked up and in character since he was the first one to get severly punished by their Creator and even if Orange doesnt need a loving caring family (he already has one) he's gonna give it to him godddammit !! (for both of them)

DARK/TDL: MY BABYGIRL oh god ohhh god Okay so to start off, middle-child syndrome. Lots of insecurities and issues with identity and finding out who he is and what is his purpose. Simple one: i think the bracelets he made to enhance his powers are now imposible to take off and got broken so badly that his powers are now nonexistent (or at least suuuperrr weak) cause of them malfuctioning. His insecurities come from being literally the weakest of the HollowHeads, imagine being one out of three inherently superpowerful (and probably inmortal!) beings in the world and then not even coming close to defeat either of them on your own. FUCKED UP! And we know he is aware of this cause he makes all of this technology to enhance his strength and be able to stand on the same ground as Chosen. He only won his second fight w Chosen cause of his gadgets and his bots. And even with those he got easily defeated by Second. In showdown, if we become a little bit crazy, you can interpret his desperation to kill Second as Fear. The moment he thinks Second is down he goes and tries to get his plan into motion cause who fuckin knows what might happen next . And, as he feared. Orange beats him up and all that he worked for is gone in seconds! And im not saying that him making all of those bots and killing innocent sticks cause they were in his way is okay DEF NOT but i think i can see where it comes from Here come in play his issues with identity, since being given a name he was going to be Chosen antithesis, the one to defeat him and forever be enemies, but he lost, and instead of finding doom at the hands of Chosen or at the hands of the Creator, he finds companionship and a brother in Chosen, both of them break out of what they were supposed to be and run away after causing a mess. Again mentioning how Chosen is the more destructive/chaotic one, i think that Dark held onto that and decided alright! this is me now! Just like him! Destructive. He makes that his entire personality and goal since he doesnt actually have any other. He was given a mission which was to destroy Chosen, he failed, and then he got a new mission, destroy Alan's PC, and then he, didnt have anything, just chosen, so he kept on destroying stuff, thats what they both did! And then, against his given interpretation of being a destroyer. he created something, he made viruses and bots yes, but he MADE them, he made himself something to be stronger, he had a plan that he was genuelly excited to show Chosen, like, "Look! I can get us revenge on the Creator, for what he did to you! For what he did to us!" ITS JUST SO. BITTERSWEET TO ME,, that when he thinks hes doing something by his own free will he's meet with rejection and told to stop, so thats why he sticks to it, he goes thru with his plan and decides hes not going to follow orders around anymore, this is what he is this is what he wants, he wants revenge, he wants to make the person that hurt him HURT. its so.... OUGH And then of course it doesnt work as he wanted. he loses yet another battle and is left alone to put himself back together, it makes me so so so sad to think about him badly injured and having to pick himself up and just. move on. In my perfect world after Showdown Chosen goes to look for Dark and they slowly but surely start to rebuild their relationship again.

ALRIGHT thats all i got now MAN i really have a lot of thoughts on this HJDASFHJSDHJF THANK YOU FOR ASKING DEAR ANON U MEAN THE WORLD TO ME, HAVE TINY DARK DOODLE <3 hes showing u the blueprints for his next project

#ene answers #ene does art #the dark lord #animation vs animator #ava #the second coming #the chosen one #TDL #TSC #TCO #please please keep sending me inboxes about any of the stickmen i am so insane about avm/ava #fuck it ava/avm request are available too

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themichaelvan · 1 year ago

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tagged by @changingcore / 15 questions for 15 mutuals (oh fuck do i even have that many)

are you named after anyone? - birth name, nope. does it count if i got my chosen name from a fictional character??

when was the last time you cried? - this morning!! nothing 2 be concerned about i got woken up by the fire alarm (also nothing to be concerned about it just needs the battery replaced) and was so tired & upset i started crying, which happens. more often than i would like. hm. maybe i named myself after the wrong afton kid

do you have kids? - nope!! i do like interacting with them though but only like 3 max at a time JFJRJFNG

do you use sarcasm a lot? - irl yes, online only sparingly. & i make it very exaggerated not usually deadpanned or anything so people can Tell (which of course nobody needs except for Me but i digress)

what sports do you play/have played? - did soccer when i was a little kid (Hated It), was on a swim team for a while, and did marching band for the longest (which is my favorite and yes it counts as a sport and you cannot say it doesn't until you've been in marching band. cunt)

what's the first thing you notice about other people? - typically clothes and then hair! i have a relatively mild (but still pretty bad compared to ppl without it) case of face-blindness, and i CANNOT tell people apart by their faces at all unless they have smth like a bunch of facial piercings or a scar or smth Noticable so i tend to look at other things first.

eye colour? - ??? hazel-brown ??? no idea tbh but at least partially brown

scary movies or happy endings? - HAPPY ENDINGS. i am soso scared of scary movies i will gladly watch the little prince for the 60th time. Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives / Nobody Dies is one of my favorite tags on ao3.

any special talents? - ? What does this mean. i guess proofreading/editing?? i have always LOVED doing it and i just. naturally keep track of all the Language Rules and enjoy using them. the autism kicking in i suppose. and yes it does count as a special talent actually you would not BELIEVE how many candies i got in 5th grade from ppl bribing me to read over their essays.

where were you born? - arizona/usa. same town as my mom actually (despite her moving like 7 times in between her birth and mine)

what are your hobbies? - listen to music and pace around my room until i pass out. and painting, writing, drawing, various other arts n crafts, guitar, percussion when i have the chance (rn i only have a practice pad :|), and mobile games of heavily varying quality.

do you have any pets? - not atm but i used to have two cats (both still alive just in different household) that i still consider my little kitties :] i have 150+ pictures of them on my phone if you ever need cats i Got you

how tall are you? - 5'11" now!!! was hovering around 5'7"-8" for the longest time but i recently had a growth spurt and now im only the SECOND shortest in my family (out of six)

favourite subject in school? - by the material probably math! it is sometimes difficult for me to get a concept but once i do it's Easy. i also do have an advantage (parent has math degree and is good at explaining) but i try and make up for it by helping everyone else as much as i can jfjdndjf. by the Class def band/music class if that counts. both of my music teachers have been both very scary yet very nice to me and i loved their classes so so much and i extremely enjoy playing instruments with other people (when they behave)

dream job? - sorting pokemon cards in a comfortable chair as a day job with a 4 day workweek, being a freelance renowned fiction editor on my own time, with occasional music-related gigs (tutoring, repairing stuff, playing in concerts, etc). i give you no shit if i could do that for the rest of my life and get paid well enough to live on my own or with roommates i like, have a cat, and have enough time and energy to homecook a meal 3-4 nights a week i would be so happy. that's all i want in life. "oh you would get bored doing the same thing day in day out" no i wouldn't "how" autism.

tags: @irradiatedblood @schmope-is-dead @sapphireclaw @bmo-2143 @pokette @soldiertransgender @astral--horrorshow @catnerdenby @unrestrainedbalderdash @buggiboo @lunar-anomaly @altruisticmystik @syntacticerrortxt @catlokis-blog @rosesareredjaybirdsareblue . okay. okay i think that's 15. im pretty sure. jegus.

#chatter #tag game #as usual no pressure and lmk if you don't want to be tagged in things like this!!!#terrence. if u r seeing this. i am so sorry this took insanely long JGJFJJSKFMMGJT #i realize i did not have to do it but i DID .!!!!!!! it's been in my drafts forever ive been slowly chipping at it

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spiteless-xo · 8 months ago

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helloooo! I would sell my soul to hear a play by play commentary of the entire camping fic buuuuut how about this section? when I read it I was grinning ear to ear hehe

“Did Eren give you your sleeping bag?” Zeke asks. You snap your attention towards Zeke at the fire. “What?” “You left it with us the last time we went camping,” Zeke says after a slow, steady blow on the fire. “We brought it with us and left it in the car for you.” That’s right. You remember now. Last weekend when you went camping, Pieck and Zeke took your sleeping bag because you were carrying all of the garbage and didn’t have room for it. Pieck promised that she would bring it for you this weekend. You glance over at Eren and see him struggling to hold back a smile. “He said he didn’t have the keys to your car.” “Huh? We gave them to him last night,” Pieck says, looking over at Eren. “Oh right,” Eren pulls a set of keys from the pocket of his sweatpants. He rattles them around in the air, “I forgot.” You ball your hands into tight fists as you glare at Eren. “What?” Pieck calls your name, but you can’t tear your eyes away from Eren’s shit-eating smirk. “Where did you sleep last night if you didn’t have your sleeping bag?” Just then, Porco and Reiner join the group, yawning and grumbling as they settle into their chairs around the sputtering fire. “Jesus Christ, you two are animals. I had to sleep with fuckin earplugs in to drown out the sound of you two fucking,” Porco says, giving Pieck a playful tap on the arm with his fist. “Jaeger, Jaeger!” He squeals, an embarrassing imitation of your sounds from last night. “Huh? We didn’t have sex last night.” You are fuming. Your face is hot, your body is hot, you can hardly see straight. You can only focus your vision on Eren, whose full body is shaking in an effort to hold back his laughter. “What the fuck is your problem,” Porco scoffs, looking over at him. You notice from the corner of your eye that Zeke looks up from the fire at you and he mumbles quietly, “Him? Really?” Pieck looks at you, then at Eren, then back at you. She repeats your name but you can hardly hear her over the sound of the blood rushing in your ears. “Where did you sleep last night?”

asks game prompt

hehehe tysm for participating!! 🥰🥰🥰 because im struggling in bed rn, ill give you a rough commentary on the whole fic

apologies in advance for the length!!

i wrote this in the authors note for the fic, but the entire fic was heavily inspired by this gone wild audio. i heard it and i immediately was like, omg this is eren. but i had never written eren before and tbh i was really really scared because he's such a popular character

lowkey, the reader in this story is annie-coded. i loved writing annie in tbas and so i modelled the reader in camping after her, and i got a lot of complaints that she was bitchy 💀 but i love her. also i don't think it's mentioned at all, but i imagine reader to be slightly older than eren in this fic.

also lowkey, but i would say that this fic is in the same "multiverse" as tbas and tbaw. except in this, zeke isn't a horrible asshole and eren moved to marely with him for some reason. i can't remember how many details i ended up changing when i posted the fic, but that's what my mindset was when i was originally writing it.

the setting for this is based on my memories from camping at rec sites in the summertime. in Canada, there are provincial camp grounds which are well-maintained and usually pretty busy. there's typically another person camping less than 10ft away from you on all sides, so it's not very private. but my friends and i like to find less popular rec sites which are a lot more secluded, less maintained, and usually a bit of a grind to get to. so that's where i see the characters for this fic (also irl, sound travels really easily so they probably would've woken everyone up with their antics 💀)

regarding the passage you selected specifically:

idk if anyone caught on, but i tried to mention a few times that eren had a set of keys on him that he was trying to hide from reader, so the "big reveal" at the end would seem so out of place.

it feels a little scummy, but in my head, eren never really intended to hook up with reader that night. he had just wanted to get her to be a little more comfortable with him because he was sad that she was always so rude and obviously hated him. he likes their banter and he's attracted to her and he just wants things to be good between them but then one thing led to another annnnnnnnd....

also porco thinking that pieck yells out zeke's LAST NAME during sex is so funny to me. and although it's never explicitly mentioned, porco and reiner shared a tent 👀

altho zeke's not a total asshole, he's still a dick about eren to his friends. he shittalks him and exaggerates eren's laziness, when really eren is just kind of depressed and lonely without his friends in marley. so when zeke finds out that reader hooked up with eren, he's upset that his little deception didn't work. in my head, zeke doesn't want people to like eren because he's insecure. which is also why a university professor is hanging out with a bunch of students 💀

i've thought about doing a part 2 to this fic where eren apologies to reader for embarrassing her and tricking her and they have a little heart-to-heart out on the lake (and then hook up again in a kayak) but i don't know what any of the other side characters would do/react so idk how i would flesh out the rest of the story.

eeee this was so fun!! tytyty for asking!

#tiff.ask #asks game

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thatjadedhotmess · 2 years ago

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nightmares

pairings/characters: kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr, albedo kriedeprinz x gn!reader [all of them are seperate !]

warnings⚠️: skin to skin contact (hugging), nothing I can think of tbh other than that please lmk if I need to add anything !:3

synopsis: what they do when your having a nightmare

wc: 0.8k ~

note: this hc was my first version for nightmares [I posted the 2nd/harbinger version first tho bc I couldnt resist it hohoho] hence why its considerably shorter than the one with the harbingers [which you can check out here !] as always feel free to give me feedback and likes and rbs are greatly appreciated !:) <3

kaeya alberich (凱亞)

☁︎︎ hugs you until you fall back asleep.

☁︎︎ you wake up frantic one night from a nightmare that had you drenched in cold sweat, your heavy breathing loud as it echoed through the otherwise quiet room.

☁︎︎ thank god you hadn't woken him up. After the long day he had with the knights you really didn't want to disturb him from some much needed sleep he was missing out now. ☁︎︎ tearing the blanket off yourself you quickly making your way to the toilet to wash your face, trying to get rid of the memories from the nightmare.

☁︎︎ you padded back to your shared bed, tucking yourself in as quietly as you could in an attempt to go back to sleep. what you didn't expect though was to feel kaeya's hands wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you close to him.

☁︎︎ "are you alright dear?"

☁︎︎ shit. crap he woke up. you tried to turn to face him, sputtering out apologies for waking him up.

☁︎︎ though, instead of doing anything, he snuggled up against your back and pulled the blanket securely over you guys.

☁︎︎ "don't worry about me, are you… ok? do you want to talk about it?"

☁︎︎ even when he was exhausted from a day full of paperwork and teaching new knights how to fight, he somehow found the energy to try and start a conversation with you. at 2.43 in the morning no less.

☁︎︎ "of course kaeya, im ok. it was just a bad dream that's all, go back to sleep it's so late."

☁︎︎ "once im sure you're ok, only then can i sleep in peace. good night dear."

diluc ragnvindr (迪盧克)

☁︎︎ wakes you up to soothe you

☁︎︎ it's not the first time his witness someone have nightmares, (he's seen kaeya have nightmares in the past) but he doesn't think he's seen anyone with nightmares this bad

☁︎︎ he realised you were having a nightmare when you started to shift around in his arms and mumbles what sounds like a please, no, don't. please.

☁︎︎ he doesn't immediately wake you up though. he wants to make sure that you're actually having a nightmare before that (otherwise you'd be losing sleep)

☁︎︎ he confirmed that you were having a nightmare when you started kicking off the blankets and almost smacked his face with your arm.

☁︎︎ "hey… hey y/n wake up, wake up-"

☁︎︎ ah shit. you just had another one of those nightmares and you were currently drenched in cold sweat as you tried to slow your breathing, quickly realising diluc was awake and the one that had woken you up as you got more aware of your surroundings.

☁︎︎ Ah. It was probably him who woke up from the nightmare again.

☁︎︎ "it's ok y/n, I got you. you're ok." he said as he moved nearer to you, leaning his forehead against your own.

☁︎︎ you hugged him, tight, not wanting to let go of him. afraid that whatever happened in your dream might come through.

☁︎︎ "i'm not leaving ok. no ones leaving you darling, you're safe."

albedo kriedeprinz (阿貝多)

☁︎︎ he wakes you up and offers you a potion he made

☁︎︎ that day you were together with him at his campsite at the foot of dragonspine

☁︎︎ as we all know, albedo is very… observant.

☁︎︎ he noticed [almost since the start] that you had frequent nightmares; whether you were aware of it or not, he frequently saw you flinch in your sleep and let out small whines of discomfort and it pained him to see you in that state

☁︎︎ because of this, he would often time wake up in the middle of the night for you so that he could shake you out of your nightmare

☁︎︎ but he knew that wasn't efficient for the both of you so he decided (with your consent) to try and experiment a little. making concoctions in hopes that it would hopefully help with the bad dreams

☁︎︎ he had brought you along with him and klee once to the outskirts of mondstadt to go forging for some local plants and herbs

☁︎︎ you had to say that was blast, seeing the pair bond and they helped you to the best of their ability, it was so sweet of them

☁︎︎ he sat you up, walking over to his table where a vial of purple liquid reast

☁︎︎ "thank you albedo." you said after drinking the bittersweet liquid, barely above a whisper with a droopy smile on your face, showing your gratitude towards him.

☁︎︎ it wasn't long before you fell back asleep. he laid you back down on bed, pressing a kiss on your forehead and then your lips.

☁︎︎ "sweet dreams my love."

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callsignangel · 2 years ago

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blue is the warmest colour - four

word count: 1633 warnings: mentions of blood, light angst. a/n: oooop there it is lol. not my favourite chapter tbh but it helps move the story along. this is where i start deviating from the original story, i hope you enjoy!! reblogs and feedback about my work are deeply appreciated. <;3 prologue | part one | part two | part three

y/n was startled awake at the sound of branches and twigs snapping in the middle of the dark kingswood. she held onto her make shift slingshot, holding it to her chest as she carefully tore away from rhaenyra to look around. ser criston cole (who she had forgotten existed entirely) walked from around the log they had been sleeping against, firewood in hand. she relaxed, releasing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. unbeknownst to them, while they were distracted by their confessions of their undying love for eachother, ser criston had heard everything. of course rhaenyra’s devoted sword and shield wouldn’t go as far as to not be within earshot of them. he didn’t even acknowledge her as he sat down to rebuild the fire. y/n watched as rhaenyra stirred, and she made sure that she wasn’t woken up entirely. she’s so beautiful, even in sleep.

“you know she has to marry a nobleman, right?” he said lowly, avoiding her eyes. her head snapped back towards him, eyes wide. “what?” “when she is queen, she will need to have a king consort. the kingdom will not accept a queen and a queen consort.” “i don’t know what you’re talking about, ser-“ “you know exactly what i’m talking about.” his eyes were dark, face stoic as he looked right through her. he was jealous. and who wouldn’t be? handpicked by the realm’s delight to serve and protect. sure, they had flirted here and there, but nothing had ever truly come of it. and it never would.

“eavesdropping is not very becoming for a knight.” she snapped back, her blood beginning to boil. he knew about it all. information that could ruin their reputations as women and as royals. y/n knew that if they were men, no one would blink an eye at what they choose to do in their free time and who they choose to love. “i’m just making sure you’re aware that we will never stand a chance when it’s time for her to take her place on the iron throne.” we? bold of you to assume you ever had a chance, ser criston. “you have an oath you cannot break. i do not. we are not in the same situation, good ser.” with no response, he continued to tend to the fire. y/n sat back against the log, eyes flickering between rhaenyra and the flames. as much as she didn’t want to admit it, maybe what he had said was true. rhaenyra would not hesitate to fulfill her duties to the kingdom, even if it meant losing y/n in the process. her heart was mended and shattered in the same night.

while deep in her thoughts, y/n didn’t realize that rhaenyra had woken up. cold and confused, she saw the anguish on y/n’s face. she tried to get close to her, but saw see criston sitting across from them focused on the fire and stopped. what happened while she was asleep to make y/n so sad? shivering, she got closer to the fire to try to make up for the lack of y/n’s body heat. ser criston watched her blow into her hands and get herself closer to the fire. “nothing harmful in the area?” rhaenyra asked softly. ser criston shook his head, “no, my lady.” rhaenyra nodded in acknowledgment. “y/n? are you alright?” she had to stop herself from reaching out and taking y/n’s hand. a bit startled, y/n jumped at the sound of her lover’s voice. “yes, princess.” she gave her best smile. rhaenyra’s brows furrowed. the warmth wasn’t there anymore. the same quiet, firey passion was turned into cold, dead nothingness. she would have to wait to find out why y/n’s heart changed so quickly. “once day comes, i must make a final plea to return to camp.” her knight’s voice rang through the cold air. “i quite prefer it here.” she responded curtly. “his grace is certain to be worried by your absence.” “his grace can worry himself to death if he so likes.” the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. y/n felt like she was suffocating - the cold air of the night burning her lungs and the anxiety she felt not knowing ser criston’s intentions. “tell me something, y/n.” rhaenyra inquired. “do you think the realm will ever accept me as their queen?” “they’ll have no choice to, princess.” this wasn’t the answer rhaenyra was expecting to hear from y/n… but she accepted it. the sound of branches and twigs snapping alerted them to their surroundings, their horses neighing and tearing in fear. suddenly, a boar appeared and lunged at rhaenyra, squealing and snorting. rhaenyra and y/n screamed, ser criston pulling his sword to kill it. before he could, rhaenyra pulled a knife from a pocket and started stabbing the boar repeatedly. she sobbed and she screamed as blood covered her, and the boar stopped breathing.

covered in blood, rhaenyra rode her horse with her head held high. her father was going to love seeing her like this when she showed up to camp. it was early in the morning, and the 3 of them were slowly trying to navigate their way back. the air was cold and smelt like iron, and the sun was too bright. y/n couldn’t wait to sleep when she got back to chaffton tent. her father was probably worried about her, and she dreaded the speech she would receive upon her arrival. rhaenyra kept glancing at y/n, hoping for some form of reassurance that they were okay. a smile, a hum, a wink. anything so that rhaenyra knew boundaries weren’t crossed. “my sun and stars, look at me,” she pleaded. y/n glanced at her, and her gaze softened as she stared at her lover’s face. “please tell me what’s wrong.” she contemplated lying to her, telling her that the boar attack scared her or something of that sort but she couldn’t bring herself to lie to that beautiful face. “he knows, rhaenyra.” she whispered, eyes low towards ser criston. “he heard and saw everything.” rhaenyra’s brows furrowed. she didn’t want to believe her knight was spying on her, but that was what he was supposed to do really, to protect her. “i don’t think he will, my love. he’s too loyal to me.” she tried to laugh, make light of the situation. “that he is.” y/n scoffed, riding faster and leaving her confused princess behind.

she stopped at the top of a hill, raiding an abundant apple tree for some breakfast. she handed apples to her companions, and they sat and ate as they admired the scenery of the forest below them. in their peripheral vision, a white stag appeared. stomping it’s hoof into the ground as if it was going to charge, ser criston pulled his sword. “leave it,” rhaenyra whispered, her eyes steady on the hart. it bowed to her, head deep and eyes closed. it turned and ran the other direction, leaving them stunned. “the white hart presents itself to the true heir,” y/n whispered, her eyes on rhaenyra’s face. she grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly and breaking rhaenyra from her trance. “my queen.” they smiled at each other.

rhaenyra strutted through camp, blood covered and hair disheveled. she stared down her father and alicent, and everyone else at the table outside the tent. it was silent, she was not a force to be reckoned with. y/n’s father rose from his seat at the table to greet his daughter. “are you well? what happened? don’t scare me like that,” he cupped her face. “i’m quite alright, father. i would be a terrible lady in waiting and friend if i had just let her run off,” she giggled, always so endearing of her father’s worry. she waited for the speech, but it never came. instead, he squeezed her hands. “we have much to discuss, my dear.” as y/n gave her princess one last longing look, she followed her father back to the chaffton tent. “everytime you say that, i feel like i’m in trouble,” she giggled, and her father assured her he wasn’t. “no, no. what i’m about to tell you is a good thing.” her gut was telling her it wasn’t. “king viserys and i have come to an agreement that rhaenyra and brydan are to be married.” brydan?? her brother brydan?? “it will help strengthen the kingdom, as the king will have full access to our naval fleet to help in the stepstones.” y/n was at a loss for words. she had just gotten rhaenyra, and now she was losing her again. to her own brother. “does rhaenyra know?” she gulped. “viserys plans on speaking with her tonight.” this was a disaster. brydan chaffton, the eldest son of harasyn and camylle chaffton, was famously known in runestone for sleeping around, especially with men. y/n physically facepalmed. “this is great news, father. forgive me, i have a headache and i didn’t sleep very well last night. could i have a bath and then go for a nap?” harasyn sighed. “of course my love, feel better. we will discuss this more later.” he kissed her head, and left the tent. between ser criston, all of the other men who wanted to marry rhaenyra, and now her idiot of a brother who would be marrying her, she felt like she couldn’t win. she would never be able to have and to love rhaenyra now. y/n asked her servants to run her bath, and excused them so she could wash herself alone and cry.

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lcvernat · 2 years ago

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That Stupid Red String Part 3 | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You used to believe that you would never find your soulmate, but you did, and you couldn't be happier. Natasha Romanoff makes you the happiest person in the universe, and you just can't seem to comprehend how you had gotten so lucky.

AKA you and Natasha being the cutest soulmates ever for an entire fic.

Word Count: 6.6k

Content Warnings: soulmate au, gn!reader, so so so so much fluff it's disgusting, very brief mention of the red room/nat's past, brief mention of anxiety, definitely not canon compliant

A/N: you asked for it, i delivered. i am very sorry this took so long but either way i hope you enjoy this absolutely tooth-rotting, sickeningly sweet, bundle of fluff fic. i can't do summaries for the life of me tbh but this is literally all fun and fluff. also if you're reading my ongoing series 'our tainted love', consider this my apology in advance for putting you all through a lot of angst in that series. comments and reblogs mean a lot to me so please tell me if you've enjoyed this!

The morning after confessing your love for Natasha Romanoff, you had woken up beside her, her limbs tangled with yours. Now, you'd been waking up like that for the past six months, and it still didn't feel real to you. Everything about it was so surreal. From actually finding your soulmate, to your soulmate being Natasha Romanoff and her miraculously reciprocating your feelings? You still couldn't comprehend how this was now your life. For the first two months of your relationship, you had asked Kya to pinch you multiple times because you truly don't know how you got so lucky.

It wasn't even the fact that Black Widow was your soulmate, you didn't care about that. You didn't care about her fancy title or her fancy job, all you cared about was the real Natasha. All you wanted to know was the real her, not the facade she put on for the public. You wanted to know the Natasha she was around the people she loved and trusted, the Natasha who didn't put on a mask, the Natasha who wasn't afraid to show her emotions. It had took her a while to truly open up to you, but you didn't mind. You were patient with her and always would be. Even now, six months into your relationship, you didn't know every side of Natasha. There were still parts of herself that she kept hidden from you, but you weren't worried about that. She'd show you every side of her when she was ready and you would wait years until that time if you had to.

"What are you thinking about?" Natasha whispered into your ear, her arm wrapped around your shoulder as you two sat together on the couch in the Avenger's Tower. It was a Friday, which meant it was the Avengers weekly movie night. Initially you had felt wrong about attending because all you really were was a doctor in the MedBay, not an Avenger, but you just couldn't resist Natasha as she pouted and pleaded with you to attend it all those months ago. Now you attended it every week.

"Just thinking about the fact that I had to have saved an entire world or something in my past life to get this lucky," you whispered back, smirking as you noticed the blush making it's way onto the redhead's face.

As you placed a quick kiss on her cheek you heard Tony dramatically gag, "That's disgusting. Get a room you two,"

Natasha rolled her eyes as she flipped Tony the bird, "You don't see us complaining when you're being all lovey-dovey with Pepper."

The man merely rolled his eyes, brushing Natasha off with a wave of his hand as he turned his attention back to the movie playing on the TV, some horror movie that Sam had suggested (you're not sure why he had suggested it though, considering a glance at the man showed him with his head buried into a pillow and his eyes squeezed tightly shut).

Natasha's head moved to lay on your shoulder as you turned your attention back to the movie.

An hour later and the credits started rolling. Sam visibly deflated, putting the cushion back in it's place as he stretched. "Well, that was a wonderful movie, wasn't it?"

Bucky raised an eyebrow at him, "You've had your head buried in the pillow for the entire movie."

There was a collective chuckle from everyone as Sam rolled his eyes, "Whatever. You're all lame. I'm heading to bed."

"Wanna head to bed too?" You asked Natasha, silence being your only answer. You look down at her confused until you noticed her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling slowly. A smile made its way onto your face at the sight of her peacefully sleeping. You softly kissed her forehead, being careful not to wake her.

Tony walked past, and you were half expecting a snarky remark from him, but instead he said something that surprised you a lot, "You know, I don't think I've ever saw Natasha as happy as she's been since she's met you. You make her really happy, Y/N," he walked away before you could reply, leaving you there to process the bombshell he had just dropped.

A warm, fuzzy feeling runs through you, settling deep into your bones and every crevice of your body, your heart full of love and adoration for the redhead currently asleep on you. Deciding that you should both head to bed now, you very carefully untangle yourself from Natasha, standing up and stretching your arms before you place one arm under her knees and the other around her waist. You lift her up very carefully, hoping you don't wake her since she looks so peaceful sleeping and you don't want to disturb her. She stirs but fortunately, doesn't wake.

You successfully make it back to your shared room (it used to be Natasha's but when you two had finally started dating, she insisted you move in with her so you had moved all your things into her room and you now permanently reside in the tower) without waking up Natasha. You don't know how she hasn't woken up yet, since she's always so aware of her surroundings and the littlest noise could wake her up, but you're grateful either way.

Pulling the covers back, you gently set her down onto the bed before pulling the covers back over her. Kissing her forehead you mutter, "'Night, Natty," before moving to your side of the bed and lying down, quickly falling asleep.

"Be careful, okay?" You wrap your arms around Natasha's waist, placing your chin on her shoulder. She had to go on a mission with the team, which was no surprise considering it was her job, but it still left you with a pit of worry in your stomach every time she had to leave.

She turns around in your arms, forcing you to move your head. She wraps her arms around your neck and places a quick kiss on your lips, "I'm always careful,"

You raise an eyebrow, "Need me to remind you of how I found out you were my soulmate?" There was a hint of amusement in your voice as Natasha scoffs playfully.

"That was one time."

"Mhm, okay, and how about the other countless times? I felt every single one."

It used to be a touchy subject every time you brought it up and you knew Natasha still felt guilty about the years of pain you had to endure because of her, but you reminded her every single time that it wasn't her fault. She had started to believe that, just a bit. When she had eventually trusted you enough to tell you tiny snippets of her childhood, you had felt so many different emotions. Sadness for the pain she had endured and the childhood she had never got to experience, an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for her and also so, so much anger directed towards Dreykov. Natasha telling you that she had killed him herself brought comfort to you though. At least she had gotten revenge in the end.

Natasha broke you out of your train of thought by leaning her forehead against yours, "I'm sorry," she whispered gently, her breath fanning your face.

You roll your eyes but there's no hostility in the gesture, "I've told you countless times that it was fine. It wasn't your fault, angel. It's okay,"

She blushes at the pet name you've started calling her. You two lapse into silence for a couple of minutes, content in basking in each other's warmth. Natasha breaks the silence after a while, "You know I really gotta get going,"

"Do you though?"

She huffs out a laugh, "Unfortunately yes. I'll be back before you know it, promise,"

You admit defeat by nodding, "I guess I need to go down to the MedBay and get ready for your return then. And you better not be one of the people I need to patch up,"

Natasha rolls her eyes but there's still a soft smile on her face as she moves away from you. You grab her wrist and pull her back to kiss her once more.

She kisses you back quickly before laughing and moving away, "I really need to go, detka. Stop being so cute."

You huff, crossing your arms and pouting, "Fine. Go. Save the world or whatever. I'll be waiting to shower you with kisses when you come back."

Her laughter echoes off the walls of your shared room before she finally walks out to head to the Quinjet before Steve hunts her down and yells at her. You know you should be heading to the MedBay to make sure everything is ready in case any of the team gets injured on the mission, but you're rooted to the spot as you stare at the closed door that Natasha had just walked out of.

You are undoubtedly, hopelessly in love with Natasha Romanoff. You've known it for a while now. You're pretty sure you fell in love with her as soon as you set eyes on her, that fateful day at the Avenger's Event. When she had smirked at you, when she was so gentle and loving with Lillian, how could you not fall in love with her? Even if she wasn't your soulmate, you're 100% certain the outcome would've been the same.

You would've fallen in love with her either way, it was simply inevitable.

Thankfully, none of the team had returned from the mission severely injured. Sure, they were bruised and tired but that was nothing an icepack and some rest wouldn't fix. Honestly, you were always relieved when they came back mostly unharmed because having to see the team in pain or bleeding out was never an enjoyable experience, even if they were good sports and always tried to crack a joke as you stitched them up.

"Told you I'd be careful," Natasha smiled at you, currently lying on the bed wearing an old t-shirt of yours that she'd stolen at some point and a pair of shorts.

Taking your shirt off, you throw it at her (she lets it hit her square in the face even though she could've easily dodged it) before changing into some comfortable clothes and falling into bed beside her.

"I have a question," Natasha says.

"Shoot," you reply before grabbing her and pulling her on top of you.

A surprised giggle escapes her, her elbows resting on either side of your face as she leans above you. You lean up to kiss her as strands of auburn hair tickle your cheeks.

"Okay, I have to actually ask you something," Natasha pulls away reluctantly.

"Go ahead,"

"How would you feel about finally meeting my parents and sister?"

You splutter, shocked by how bluntly she had asked that sort of question. Meeting your soulmate's parents was a big thing. It was massive. Your soulmate is the person the universe has destined you to be with, who you're meant to be spending the rest of your life with. If your soulmate's parents don't like you well, then that's kind of awkward.

And to make the pressure worse, Natasha's family is far from normal. You haven't met Melina or Alexei yet, but Natasha has told you a few stories about them and you can't help but feel incredibly intimidated by them. Yelena you've only spoken to once, and it was through FaceTime. It was also accidental. You were unaware that Natasha was calling her and you had walked into the kitchen to grab a snack only to find the redhead on FaceTime with her sister. You'd tried to sneakily make your way back out, but somehow Yelena had heard you and had insisted she talk to you because she's 'heard so much about you'.

The blonde seemed nice from the five minute conversation you had with her, but you were also shitting yourself throughout the entirety of it because you really did not want to get on the bad side of a trained assassin and Yelena struck you as the very overprotective type. She'd said to you the clique, "If you hurt her, I'll kill you," line, but you had an inkling she wasn't joking about the killing part.

So, to put it in very simple terms: the thought of meeting Natasha's family in person was terrifying.

"Y/N?" Nat poked your cheek and you realized you'd been lost in thought, failing to answer her question.

You cleared your throat, "How do I feel about meeting a family of trained assassins who would literally hunt me down and kill me if I ever dared to hurt you? Hm, let me think,"

Natasha rolled her eyes, rolling off of you to lay beside you, "Oh come on, they love you,"

You turn on your side to face her, "They don't know me,"

"I've told them plenty of stories about you,"

The side of your mouth quirks up, "And were these all very flattering stories?"

A breathy laugh escapes her, "You're insufferable. But yes, they were," her gaze softens as she stares at you, "trust me, Y/N, they'll love you. Anyone would be insane not to love you," she reaches a hand out to cup your cheek and you lean into her touch.

"Okay," you agree finally, "I'll meet them. What's the worst that could happen?"

Your words cause a massive smile to take over Natasha's face, causing you to smile too. "Exactly," she moves closer to you and places a kiss on the tip of your nose, "thank you for agreeing," she whispers.

"Anything for you, my love."

You were going to throw up.

Staring in the mirror, looking at the outfit you had chosen to don for this occasion, you were fairly certain you were going to throw up. Meeting your girlfriend's parents was one thing, meeting your soulmate's parents was something else entirely and a hell of a lot more nerve-wracking. At least Kya had sent you a good luck message and she had reassured you that you'd be fine. You prayed she was right.

Natasha comes up behind you as you anxiously fiddle with your fingers. She wraps her arms around you, moving her hands down to grab ahold of yours to stop your fiddling.

"You look amazing," she murmurs into your ear, "don't worry."

"It's not the way I'm dressed that I'm worried about," you chuckle nervously.

She sighs before turning you around in her arms so you're facing her, "They'll love you, Y/N."

"I'm going to throw up."

"No you won't."

"No, I'm pretty sure I will."

Your stomach is really not on your side today, the constant somersaults it's doing really not helping the anxiety you're already feeling. Natasha holding you does help to ease your worries a tiny bit though.

She kisses you reassuringly, "You'll be fine, promise. But we really do need to get going or else we're going to be late."

You nod, "Yeah, I really don't wanna be late. That'd make me feel even more nervous."

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself. It's not that big of a deal, you'll be fine. You've done more nerve-wracking things than a simple dinner with your soulmate's parents. It'll be fine.

On the drive to Melina and Alexei's house, you found yourself slowly growing less and less nervous. Especially with the reassuring presence of Natasha beside you. She'd told you while she was driving that even though Melina has a house in Russia, and they had bought the house that they spent 5 years in in Ohio, they had also insisted on buying a house in New York so 'they could be closer to their daughter to make sure she isn't getting into any trouble'. That had made you laugh, and you had laughed even harder when Natasha had sent an annoyed glance your way.

You finally arrived at their house, and you were eternally grateful that your stomach had miraculously stopped doing somersaults. Natasha reached over to give your hand a reassuring squeeze before you got out of the car and made your way to the front door.

The redhead's knock was instantly followed by a very enthusiastic barking on the other side. "That would be Fanny," Natasha chuckles.

"I'll get it, mama!" You hear the slightly muffled yet familiar voice call accompanied by some shuffling on the other side of the door, a "Get out of the way, Fanny," and seconds later the door swung open and you were greeted by Yelena, a massive smile on her face as she held onto Fanny's collar to prevent her from making a run for it.

"Come in, come in," She ushers you both in and closes the door behind you, letting go of Fanny's collar as the dog instantly makes her way over to you, jumping up on her hind legs and wagging her tail.

"Hi," you smile at the dog before petting it.

Yelena gives her sister a hug, "How have you been?"

Natasha returns the hug, "Same old, same old. Saving the world and all that."

You turn to Natasha as Fanny starts to sniff your shoes, "Why have I been categorized as 'same old'? I'm offended."

Before she can respond to your quip some more footsteps are heard down the hall, "Natasha! Come here, come here!" Melina walks down the corridor and engulfs her daughter in a massive hug.

Melina turns to you then and you smile nervously, "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Vostokoff,"

"Y/N!" The woman smiles at you brightly before engulfing you in a hug too, "It's so great to finally meet you. We've had our ears talked off about you by Natasha. And please, call me Melina."

You look at the redhead who blushes and turns away, suddenly finding Fanny very interesting.

"Is the famous Y/N finally here?" A booming voice calls from what you think is the kitchen, and seconds later a bulky man comes into view. "Aha! So it is!" He says once his eyes land on you.

"Dad-" Natasha starts, exasperated, but is cut off by Alexei, who shushes her and makes his way over to you. He wraps his arms around you, giving you a bear hug and you're pretty sure you just heard at least 2 ribs crack. He lets go of you and pats your back with so much force that you can't help but stumble forward.

"It's so great to finally be able to meet you! Natasha has said so-"

"Mama has already mentioned that," Natasha's face has turned as red as her hair and you can't help but snort even as she turns to you and gives you a death glare. You reach forward and squeeze her hand.

"Okay, let's all move to the kitchen instead of taking up room here," Melina ushers all five of you, including Fanny, into the kitchen, and the instant you walk into the place, the delicious aroma of food makes your mouth water and your stomach rumble.

"The food is nearly ready and the table's been set, so make yourself at home," Melina smiles warmly at you before heading over to the oven to most likely check on the food.

You, Natasha, Alexei and Yelena make your way over to the table to sit down, Fanny trailing behind you. The dog makes its way under the table, her fur tickling your legs as she walks past you.

"So," Alexei starts, his hands joined in front of him as he leans over the table to stare at you, "how have you been treating my daughter?"

"Um," you start, feeling very much like you're being interrogated right now, "your daughter is an amazing human being, and I've treated her as best as I possibly can. Truthfully, I'd give her the whole world if I could and I'm forever grateful that she's my soulmate. I truly don't know how I got so lucky, and I'll treat her like a queen until the day I die."

Alexei nods approvingly and Natasha squeezes your hand under the table. You spare her a glance to find the beginning of what you hope are happy tears in her eyes as she smiles at you.

"Gross," Yelena jokes before turning serious, "I like you, Y/N. I think I can trust you with my sestra, but do you remember what I told you on the FaceTime call?"

"If I hurt her, you'll kill me,"

She nods, "And I wasn't joking about the killing part."

"Yeah, I gathered that," you laugh as Yelena smiles innocently at you.

Melina joins the group a minute later with multiple dishes in her hands. She sets them down in the middle of the table before going back and returning with even more dishes, a bottle of vodka and some water for Natasha because obviously she couldn’t drink if she was driving. "Dig in, everyone, there's a lot to go around," she says, "I wasn't sure what you liked, Y/N. So we have a wide variety. There's some beef stroganoff, lasagne, mashed potatoes, veggies, sausages, chicken and mac and cheese with hot sauce, for Yelena."

Your mouth starts watering a concerning amount as she lists off all the options, and you're honestly shocked she went out of her way to make that much. "This is like a buffet," you laugh, "thank you. Wow." You're at a lost for words so all you can do is grab a bit of everything and dig in.

The conversation flows steadily around the table. Melina, Alexei and Yelena ask you questions about your life, your job, all the generic questions you'd usually ask your daughter's partner when you meet them for the first time. They also revealed some very funny childhood stories about Natasha (much to her chagrin), which made you laugh a lot and also feel grateful that you were able to get this insight into some part of your soulmate's childhood and her family.

Honestly, you have to appreciate how they all refer to each other as if they were an actual family. Even though none of them are actually related, you honestly wouldn't even notice if they didn't tell you. They act so much like a real family that it's adorable, and you're really happy for Natasha that she finally got this family back together.

You take a sip of your vodka and you can't help but scrunch up your face as it goes down, burning your throat. "So," you try to speak but are instead overcome by a coughing fit. God, how did these people drink vodka like it was water?

Natasha thumps you on the back and you give her a thumbs up in thanks, your eyes watering.

"I was starting to like Y/N, but now I might change my mind if they can't handle their vodka," Alexei says. You would probably worry if his tone wasn't so obviously meant to be teasing.

"It burns," you gasp out, making everyone at the table laugh, "how do you Russians handle it?"

"We came out of the womb drinking vodka," Yelena says.

"Anyway," you quickly change the subject once you've gotten your bearings back, eager to save yourself from any more embarrassment about not being able to handle your vodka, "how is it with your daughter as an Avenger?" You ask, "Like, I find myself worrying about her every time she goes on a mission even though I know she's amazing at her job and will be okay, but I still can't help but worry, so I can't imagine what that's like for you as her family."

"Oh yeah, I definitely get that. But Natasha knows that if she ever dies on the job I'd drag her back to life myself just so I could kill her again," Yelena says, Melina and Alexei nodding in agreement as Natasha shakes her head amusedly.

"Love you too, Lena,"

You let out a laugh as you lean back in your seat, content in just listening to the conversation between the four as you let your food settle. You really don't know why you were so worried, this night couldn't have gone any better. And you're fairly certain Melina and Alexei like you, at least you hoped they did and weren't just putting on an act. Yelena seemed to have taken a liking to you too, which you were glad about because you happened to have grown a liking to her too. Fanny also seemed to like you, the dog content in curling up at your feet for the entire meal.

All in all, you are infinitely glad that you've gotten their approval. You reach over to grab Natasha's hand under the table, interlocking your fingers together. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, giving your hand a squeeze as she smiles gently at you.

You find yourself wondering again how you managed to get so lucky.

“See? Told you they’d love you,” Natasha says, sparing you a quick glance.

You two were on the drive back to the tower, warmth flooding through your veins both from the vodka and the knowledge that the night had went as best as you could’ve possibly hoped for. You had gotten a big hug from all three of them before you left, and they had each shared their phone numbers with you in case you ever wanted to talk (Alexei had even sent you a photo of little Nat with her adorable blue hair as soon as you had driven away which you were very grateful for). You were so thankful that they had accepted you into their family as quickly as they had.

“Mhm,” you agree, leaning your head against the window, “I don’t know what I was so worried about.”

Natasha hums in agreement before you two lapse into silence, the only sounds being the steady hum of the car and the faint noise of whatever radio channel Natasha had turned on.

Your breaths fog up the window as your eyelids start to droop, feeling utterly exhausted for some reason even though you didn’t really do anything that strenuous today. Unless you counted absolutely devouring Melina’s cooking, your stomach so full it almost feels like it’s about to burst.

“You know who Yelena reminds me of?” You ask even as your eyelids start to close of their own accord.

“Who?” Natasha spares you another quick glance, a gentle smile making its way onto her face when she notices your half asleep form. She taps the steering wheel with her fingers as she awaits your response, which takes a lot longer than is probably necessary since your brain is already halfway to unconsciousness.

When you finally do respond, your answer makes Natasha laugh, “Kya. I think they’d be really good friends.”

“A force to be reckoned with, more like,”

“Mhm,” is the only response your brain seems capable of making before you’ve fallen asleep and the only thing you remember hearing before sleep overtook you was Natasha saying goodnight.

Let’s just say you weren’t the least bit surprised when you had woken up the next morning in your own bed, Natasha sound asleep beside you (Tony had managed to sneak a photo of Natasha carrying you to your shared room, the redhead looking at you with a love shining in her eyes that was so raw and pure it had made Tony wonder whether he looked at Pepper that way. He was sure to stash the photo away for safekeeping until he could show you it, and also so he could use it as evidence against Natasha every time she claimed she was a ‘big bad assassin’, because even if she may be a very terrifying and intimidating individual, she is still also simultaneously an extremely whipped woman).

Your one year anniversary with Natasha came quicker than you had expected, and it was honestly quite shocking that all of this had happened in the span of a year. She had made your life so much better, you were so much more happier now and you hoped that you had also made her just a tiny bit happier too.

For some reason, the team plus Kya and Natasha's family had all decided to declare this day a massive holiday worth celebrating, which is why you were all currently sat in the living room of the tower, catching up and laughing over some drinks. They had also been showing photos they had took of you and Natasha (Tony had finally been able to show you the photo he snapped of Natasha carrying you, and honestly, the amount of love in her eyes had made yours fill with tears as you looked at it), sharing cute moments that they recalled seeing of you two and lightheartedly complaining that you two were so cute together it was literally sickening.

Of course, you and Natasha had also wanted to celebrate your one year anniversary with just the two of you, so you had went out to dinner earlier in the evening, but you weren't necessarily complaining that all of your friends (Kya still freaked out every time you casually mentioned one of the Avengers as your 'friend') had decided to get together to celebrate your relationship.

"It feels like it's been ages since we've hung out," Kya says as she sits down beside you, Natasha having left to stop Clint from showing Yelena embarrassing photos of her he had captured over the years.

You nod in agreement, "I know, but you've been so busy lately, and then I've been working in the MedBay and our schedules just don't align. How's Lillian?"

You and Kya tried to call each other at least once a week to catch up, but she had been overloaded with shifts at the hospital recently that there's hardly been any time to catch up, which honestly sucks because she's still your best friend and you don't know what you'd do without her. Technically, she is the reason that you had found out Natasha was your soulmate. If it wasn't for her obnoxious begging, you probably would've never applied for a job at the MedBay and would've lived the rest of your life not knowing who your soulmate was. It's weird how fate works, isn't it?

"She's doing great, still hasn't gotten used to the fact that Black Widow is basically only a phone call away yet, and she's still as obsessed with her as she ever was," Kya chuckles, causing you to laugh too, "but yeah, she's doing great."

You hum before taking a sip of your drink, content in just watching everyone talk and laugh together. Yelena runs past you, laughing like a maniac as she clutches a phone, which you have reason to believe is Clint's, in her hand. Your eyebrow raises in slight confusion which quickly dissipates as Natasha runs after her a split second later, looking equally embarrassed and annoyed.

Looking over at Clint, you give him a questioning look which he only answers with a shrug of his shoulders and a mischievous smile. You shake your head in amusement before Yelena comes running back over to you, "Y/N! Look at this hilarious photo of Nat!" She thrusts the phone in front of your face to show you a photo of a younger, clearly very drunk Natasha completely knocked out on the floor of the Barton's home. You burst out laughing seconds before Natasha comes running back over, making Yelena yelp and run away again.

Natasha stops temporarily in front of you, "What photo did she show you?" She asks, barely out of breath even though you're pretty sure she's been chasing Yelena all around the tower.

"Hm? A photo of what? She didn't show me a photo of anything," You look at her innocently, taking another sip of your drink. You're very aware she can see right through your act but it's still amusing as she glares at you before running after Yelena again.

Kya smiles at you, nudging you with her elbow, "I'm really happy for you. I'm glad you've found not only your soulmate, but also two amazing, albeit slightly unconventional, families. You definitely look a lot happier now too,"

Throwing your arm around your best friend's shoulders, you bring her in for a side hug, "Thank you. This literally wouldn't have happened without you though, you know that? So maybe you should just start calling yourself Cupid,"

She hums, "Maybe I should. I seem to be pretty amazing at it,"

The heartfelt moment with your best friend was quickly broken by Yelena's yell, "HELP! SOMEONE SAVE ME!"

Everyone turns their heads at the same time to see what exactly had made Yelena scream bloody murder, only to find her pinned on the ground by none other than Natasha. You all turn your heads back in unison, everyone starting to talk animatedly at each other and leaving Yelena to fend for herself (no one wise in the head would get in Natasha Romanoff's way), and you're pretty sure you vaguely hear her curse you all in Russian.

You may now be apart of two unusual families, but you find yourself knowing for certain that you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Nat?" You question confused, "Why'd you call me up here? Is everything okay?"

Earlier you had gotten a very urgent text message from Nat, demanding you meet her on the roof of the tower at 9pm, which is what you had done. Your mind had been going a mile a minute since you'd gotten the text, going through different what ifs and possibilities for why she had called you up here. Was she finally, after two years of your relationship, calling it off? Was the spark not there for her anymore? You don't know whether it's normal or not for soulmates to lose their love for each other, you assume it probably is normal, sometimes you just don't click with the other person even if they are your soulmate. You thought you and Natasha had fit together perfectly though, like you both had been missing a part of yourselves until you met each other. Maybe you were wrong though, maybe Natasha didn't feel the same way. Why would she wait so long to tell you though?

She turns around and smiles at you, but she looks nervous which makes your stomach sink with dread. Natasha Romanoff never looked nervous, never. You've never saw her nervous before. This was bad, it had to be.

"Nat?" You say again cautiously.

The redhead lets out a deep breath before ushering you over, "Come here,"

You walk closer to her and slowly reach out to take ahold of her hand, just in case maybe she really was breaking up with you. Thankfully she didn't flinch or move back and instead intertwined her hand with yours, "Are you okay?" You ask, "You seem nervous."

"I'm sorry," she says, "It's just, I- I really don't know how to do this, but it's," she takes another deep breath, "okay, okay, right, I'll just do it. It's fine. I've done things a lot more life threatening than this and I wasn't nervous about that," she seems to be talking more to herself than to you, and that makes you even more scared. Why was she so nervous? It was making you nervous.

"Just say it, whatever it is,"

She nods, "Okay, so I had a speech planned and everything, but I've completely forgotten it which is so weird and I don't know why this is making me so nervous. Seriously, this is how the Black Widow gets defeated? Why is this what makes me nervous? Sorry, I'm rambling," you can't help but chuckle at that, because even if she was making you very nervous right now, her rambling was undeniably adorable. It was a side to her that you never even knew existed, and you're pretty sure she didn't know it existed either until right now.

"Y/N Y/L/N," she starts again, sounding more confident now, "ever since you've came into my life I have been so much happier. It's funny, really, because I had went my entire life believing I just didn't have a soulmate. I didn't think I deserved one. Well, I believed I didn't deserve to be loved in general. You taught me that I was wrong, though. I don't know whether you meant to do it or not but, with every little sign of affection you showed me, you made me feel that maybe I was worthy of being loved and being in love," your breath hitches as you start to slowly figure out where this might be going, "everyone in the team is right when they say that I am completely whipped for you. I am literally hopelessly in love with you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm not lying when I say that. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I know we're kind of expected to do just that because we're soulmates, but even if you weren't my soulmate I would still want to spend the rest of my life with you,"

She gets down on one knee then, taking a small box out of her jean pocket and tears fill your eyes, quickly overflowing and sliding down your cheeks as you realize your assumption was correct. Your hands move up to cover your mouth in shock.

Natasha smiles sheepishly, looking a bit nervous again even though you're not sure why because you're obviously going to say yes, "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

You nod frantically, not trusting yourself to speak without either your voice cracking or just incoherent sobs coming out of your mouth. You simply hold your hand out in front of her and she gets the message, sliding the ring onto your ring finger. Natasha stands up, smiling at you and you can't help but notice that she's also crying. She pulls you into a bone crushing hug full of complete love and adoration.

You pull back after a few minutes only to cup her cheeks and bring her in for a deep kiss. Of course you've kissed each other plenty of times, but this kiss is different somehow. It's earth-shattering, it's like fireworks going off, it's like drinking hot chocolate on a cold winters day, the warmth flowing through your body and making you feel happy and content. Time seems to stop, the only thing mattering right now is her lips on yours. It's fierce but soft, desperate but passionate and your knees almost give in with the force of it. Your hands tangle in her fiery locks as Natasha's hand snakes around your waist. When your lungs scream for air, you reluctantly pull away, resting your forehead against hers.

"I love you so, so, so, so, much," you whisper into the very little space between you both.

"I love you more," she replies.

"No, I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you mostest."

"That is not a word," Natasha chuckles.

"It is now," you smile from ear to ear before kissing the tip of her nose.

You two stand like that for a few minutes, content in just basking in each other's warmth and the knowledge that you're getting married now. Kya is going to freak, and also probably be very smug because this was her doing.

You're about to begin a whole new chapter of your life, and you couldn't be more excited for it. It doesn't scare you, because as long as you have Natasha by your side, you're certain you'll be able to get through anything.

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oh my god i’m obsesseddd with all the headcanon ideas you have!! fr if i could request all of them i would. but for now can i request the one about them having a nightmare about you? it’s such a unique idea and i’m a sucker for angst LMAO

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦

♩ g/n reader, angst I guess, lots of crying, but then some of them are just fluff?? hurt and comfort, mentions of blood (in a dream) and dying (also in a dream), sickness (cancer in particular, ofc, also also in a dream), and pining?

♩♩ word count: 3.6k (yeah ik i got carried away)

♩♩♩ A/N: all the ones i put on the list are ones i really wanna do and tbh i make you guys choose so i don't have to myself hhhh ANYWAYS yes, a fellow sucker for angst (～￣▽￣)～(this was wayyyy longer than I expected, so some of these r kind of bad asfheudshc ran out of ideas for nightmares) wip list here

Chan: (He's your husband)

After a long day in the studio, Chan drags himself back to your shared apartment.

There was no one to be seen, not even the lights were on, which was odd.

Were you not back yet? No, it was almost three o 'clock. How could you not be back yet?

Were you in the shower? Or were you already asleep?

Puzzled, Chan headed for the bedroom.

That was when he found a pool of blood on the floor.

He felt his heart stop beating as he rushed into the bedroom.

No, no, no, you were nowhere to be found.

The blood on the floor looked like it has been dragged all the way to the bathroom.

He slowly walked towards the bathroom.

The door was ajar and the lights were on.

Shaking, Chan reached out and pushed open the bathroom door.

He saw you on the ground, lifeless.

"Y/n? y/n... Don't scare me baby......"

Chan gently picked you up, but you were as light as a feather.

Chan put his ear to your chest and held his breath.

There was no heartbeat.

"No...don't... this is not true...... Y/n! Y/N!!!!!"

"Y/N!!!!!"

.......

"Chan? Baby, what's wrong? Channie baby wake up..."

You shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up.

It was four in the morning, you were woken up, frightened by your husband's uneven breathing.

You thought something has gone wrong. As you turn around, you see that his eyes were shut was sweating pretty bad.

It wasn't health-related, thank god. Clearly he had a nightmare.

He was calling your name, which meant something probably happened to you.

Chan opened his eyes suddenly, turning his head to look at you, quickly scanning you up and down.

"You...you're okay? You were, you were covered in blood, you weren't breathing, or, or moving, and your heart wasn't even-"

"Channie, Channie honey, it was just a dream."

Chan's heart was still beating fast, though he was relieved to see that you were all right.

Finally realizing what was happening, he began to feel embarrassed.

"I told you not to watch horror movies before bed didn't I?"

He covered his face with red ears and dared not look at you.

He was reluctant to admit that he had nightmares just from watching a horror movie.

You sighed, gently patting his back.

"All right, all right, come on, let me be the big spoon tonight."

Minho: (He's your boyfriend)

He was eliminated. He couldn't debut with his brothers anymore.

He couldn't fulfill his dream.

He couldn't dance on the stage.

You're gonna be disappointed in him.

He reached out, trying to grab you.

But you took a step back.

"I've always believed in you..."

"I thought you could do it."

"Lee Minho, I'm disappointed in you."

"No..."

Your eyes were cold and devoid of emotion.

You weren't like you at all.

He knew you wouldn't talk like that, you wouldn't give up on him, you wouldn't.

You were the one who held him, you were the one who gave him hope, you were the one who believed in him more than anyone in the whole world.

This wasn't what happened, and he knew.

But his heart still hurt when he saw your face, when he heard you saying "I'm disappointed in you."

"Don't... Don't lose hope in me......"

"It's too late, Minho."

You turn around, and it seemed like you were going somewhere he couldn't reach.

"Y/N!"

Waking from his dream, Minho sweated.

It was a dream. Of course it was a dream.

He sighed, feeling the other side of the bed.

You weren't there.

"Yes baby? What's the matter? Why did you shout so loud?"

He was about to start questioning everything when you opened the door.

With a spatula in your hand, it was obvious that you came rushing from the kitchen.

"I'm fine...just wanted to call you."

You looked at him, frowned, and walked over.

"Baby, you're sweating a lot...and are those tears? Where you crying?"

That's when Minho noticed tears running from the corners of his eyes.

You leaned over and touch his cheek, still worried.

"I...it's nothing really, just a bad dream."

Not wanting to see you worried, he took your wrist and told you the truth.

"Aww baby...that's okay. I'm here for you no matter what."

Yeah, that was what you said to him.

"Go wash your face. Dinner will be served soon."

Changbin: (He's your boyfriend)

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I don't think my life is complete without you... Baby, will you marry me?"

Changbin got down on one knee and looked at you with the tenderest eyes, the ring he held in his hand shining.

"Changbin......"

You covered your mouth.

The corners of his mouth rise, waiting for your reply.

"Changbin, I thought we were just messing around......"

That was not the answer he had expected.

"Y... Y/N?"

"I'm sorry... I can't marry you......"

His heart seemed to have stopped beating.

Then he opened his eyes.

Sweating profusely, he gasped for air.

You weren't there.

Where were you? Was that a dream? Or was that...

Changbin felt in his pocket. The ring was still there, contained in its velvet box.

"Baby? Are you there?"

You came out of the bathroom as you turned off the lights, wiping your hair with a towel.

"What's the matter Binnie? Why are you awake? Are you hungry?"

He was slightly relieved to hear that.

So it was really just a bad dream.

"Baby, can I ask you something?"

You stood still, carefully watching his facial expression. He wasn't acting like himself.

You walked over and sat down next to him, putting the towel aside as you held his hand.

"Sure, what did you want to ask?"

Changbin closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking up, into your eyes.

"We're not just...messing around, are we? I mean, this relationship, we're serious right? We're not just-"

"Of course not Binnie, what makes you think that? Has anything happened?"

You cut him off before he could finish his sentence, not wanting to hear the rest of it.

Changbin took your hand and placed it over his heart.

Now he was completely relieved.

"What if, what if I said I wanted to be with you forever?"

Your eyes are wide open.

"Changbin, are you......"

Changbin got out of bed, kneeling in front of you and pulled out the velvet ring box he's been carrying for over a month from his pocket.

"I was going to ask you in a more formal setting, but I've been...scared. In case you weren't ready, in case you'd refuse me."

"But I love you so much that I want you to be mine now."

"Y/N, my love, will you marry me?"

No flowers, no party, no beautiful night sky or anything like that. There was nothing but the two of you.

Only him and his heart full of love for you.

Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Of course Binnie, I'd love to."

Hyunjin: (He has a crush on you)

He liked you. He liked you so much he was going crazy.

From the moment he saw you, the feelings began to germinate.

In the time spent with you, the feelings called "love" only increased exponentially, and now it has reached the point of no return.

But you were always like a puzzle that couldn't be solved.

How did you really see him?

In your eyes, was he a brother? A friend? Or, slightly more......

Today, he finally found the courage to talk to you, to make things clear.

But you refused him.

"I'm sorry...Jinnie, I don't think that way about you......"

Your cold eyes, not a ripple in your eyes... everything about you seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

Darkness enveloped him, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Immediately afterward, he woke up.

It was thundering.

Hyunjin clutched his legs to his chest.

It was a dream, it was just a dream.

Thank god, it was just a dream.

But...he couldn't bear it anymore.

He wanted to know, he wanted to know what you feel right now.

It was pouring rain outside, but he didn't care anymore.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he knocked on your front door.

You were for sure surprised to see Hyunjin, who was soaked.

You tried to say something, but he didn't give you time to say anything.

"I can't stand it anymore, y/n, I can't stand seeing you so close to Chan hyung and Changbin hyung."

"I can't stand to see you always giving attention to Jisung and Felix."

"Why can't you just look at me? What's not good enough about me?"

"Jinnie......"

Jinnie, Jinnie, Jinnie .....that name again.

Every time you'd call him that, his heart felt like it was going to explode.

Why could you have so much influence on him? Why does he feel like he's already lost when all you did was say his name?

"I like you! Don't you get it? Just how obvious do I have to be for you to......"

He started crying, not giving you any chance to reply to him at all.

"You, like me?"

After realizing what he had said and done, Hyunjin began regretting.

He just said it, and now he was going to be rejected by you, just like in his dream.

You were going to disappear again.

Then, he heard you laugh. You actually laughed.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

See, he knew you were...wait, what did you say?

"If you like me, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"What did you say?"

"You come over at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night while it's raining just to tell me this? Hwang Hyunjin, are you stupid?"

Hyunjin blinked innocently, not expecting the answer he got.

Hyunjin looked like a mess, tears still in his eyes, there was even snot running out of his nose. He gasps for air since he ran here, hair wet, a few strands in his mouth. He just woke up so his hair was messy, eyes puffed, with no makeup on.

Right now he was probably the ugliest you've ever seen him look, but even then he was still the prettiest person in the world.

"So...you......"

“Yes，Hwang pabo, I like you, been liking you since day one.”

Jisung: (He's your boyfriend)

Jisung was having a relationship crisis.

You were saying "I love you" less, you didn't hug him as often, you weren't complimenting him anymore...something was wrong.

He was afraid to ask, too scared to know the truth.

But he still wanted to know what he did wrong, why were you being less affectionate?

But every time he'd ask you, "am I doing something wrong lately?" Your answer was always "no".

He tried looking back at his recent actions, but still couldn't find any clues.

After days and days of thinking, he could think of only one answer.

You must not love him anymore.

After getting this answer, Jisung found himself laying on his side on the couch, sobbing silently.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep.

Half an hour later, you came home, took off your shoes and jacket, and were going to turn on the lights, but found Jisung sleeping on the couch.

Moreover, he was whimpering.

A little worried, you came to his side and shook him gently.

"Please....don't leave me......"

"Y/N......"

He was sobbing.

You wonder what you did in his dream to make him cry like this.

"Sungie baby....wake up......"

Feeling someone shaking him, Jisung slowly opened his eyes, tears slipping from his eyes.

"Y/N...Y/N!"

Jisung immediately sat up, his pupils trembling slightly as he choked out a cry.

"I'm here, I'm here Sungie."

Your hand rests on his knees as you looked at him worriedly.

"I will, I will do better, so...so, don't leave me ...... keep loving me, please......"

You were confused.

"Sungie, that was just a dream, I'm not leaving you..."

"Then why are you!" He shouted at you, quieting down a bit after realizing how loud he was being, "then why are you......not affectionate towards me anymore? Why, why did you stop saying I love you to me? Why-why don't you hug me anymore? Why don't you give me morning kisses anymore? Is it, is it not because......"

Remembering what you said in his dream, he bit his lower lip.

"Isn't it because, you don't love me anymore?"

Seeing him like this, your heart ached, reaching out to cup his face, you began to regret your actions recently.

"No, no baby, my love...... It's not that I don't love you anymore, I... this is going to sound really dumb because I now realize how wrong I was......but believe me, it's not that I don't love you anymore. I, I just...I didn't want to seem too clingy....too needy......."

Jisung cries as he listened to your explanation, shaking his head frantically at the end.

"You're not too clingy, never, I am. I'm the one that's clingy, and needy, and I, I need your "I love you "s, I need your morning kisses and daily praises, I need it, so please....don't stop."

"I'm sorry Sungie, for making you feel this way...... I'm sorry ......"

"So you still love me, right?"

You couldn't help but kiss him.

"Of course, I love you."

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"...Again."

"Han Jisung, I love you."

Felix: (He's your boyfriend)

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to watch sad movies before he went to bed.

Because now he was dreaming about you dying of cancer.

It was clear from the beginning that it was just a dream, but it still seemed too real.

Watching you, lying on the hospital bed, so fragile you could break with just one touch. Him, standing helplessly by your side, unable to do anything but cry.

You repeated the words "I'm sorry" in his ear, telling him not to be upset, even after your death.

The scene shifted and he was standing in front of your grave.

In his hand, he was holding your favorite bouquet of flowers, he stood there silently.

He couldn't do anything.

Facing death, he couldn't do anything.

This feeling of powerlessness drove him crazy.

When the dream finally ended, he jumped out of bed immediately, needing comfort.

He found you in the living room, still watching TV.

You looked up, a little confused to see his sad expression.

"Lixie? What's the matter?"

He came to you and sat on top of you, his legs bent on each side of your body, his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your shoulders.

"Had a nightmare, you...you got really sick and died...I, I couldn't do anything about it."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, though you still hugged him back, patting his back gently.

"Don't worry, it won't happen, I'm still young and healthy."

"I know...but it's not just sickness, I'm just so afraid, and just...the thought of being separated from you one day scares me so much ......"

You pulled away so he was looking straight at you.

"You won't ever be happy if that's the only thing you think about, yeah? Don't be afraid, we still have plenty of time."

You pick up his hand and place it on your cheek.

"Look, I'm still here, healthy and happy. So don't be sad, it would break my heart to see you sad."

He blushes, then nods.

"Well......maybe it's just because of the movie we watched earlier, I should be fine if you give me another hug."

After saying that, he started to burrow into your arms again.

"I guess Lixie is still just a big baby huh..." you said, gently scratching his scalp.

"Then you should give your big baby a kiss."

Seungmin: (He's your fiance)

You ran away.

You ran from your wedding, during the most important part. During the vows.

Seungmin stood alone, the priest and those who came to the wedding stayed silent, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

You actually ran away.

"No, I can't marry you, I'm still... I'm not ready."

That was the reason you gave him.

He wanted to go after you, to take a step, but he couldn't move.

He wanted to shout out, to tell you not to leave.

But he couldn't do anything but stand still.

He never wanted to thank god more when he finally woke up.

You were still sleeping peacefully beside him, like an angel, as if all the evil in the world had nothing to do with you.

But, now that he thought about it, of course it was just a dream.

You would never do such a thing, never.

He chuckled at himself, gently rubbing the back of his neck.

Gosh, why would he dream of such a thing? You were the one who proposed to him.

Of course, that's not to say that he would either. He would never.

Seungmin lied down sideways, propping his upper body on his elbow, quietly watching you.

Tomorrow is the day.

From tomorrow on, you will be his and his alone.

Gently picking up your left hand, he kisses the ring on your ring finger.

"Hmmh...? Seungmin, what's wrong?"

He seems to have accidentally woken you up.

"It's nothing......just a little excited."

There was no need to tell you about the stupid dream.

He heard you laugh, softly.

Turning around, you face him, squinting slightly.

"Is my puppy excited? How cute..."

He frowned at the nickname.

"You should stop calling me that..."

"Why?"

"We're gonna be married, how weird is it to call your husband "puppy"......"

In reality, he didn't mind it a bit, it was just that he wanted to hear you call him other things too, like "jagi" or "yeobo".

"That's not happening, you'll be my cute little puppy forever."

You pressed the back of his head towards you, your foreheads touching.

"Go to sleep puppy, I don't want my dear yeobo to have dark circles under his eyes at our wedding."

He smiled happily and took you to sleep in his arms.

This time, it was a sweet dream.

Jeongin: (He has a crush on you)

"Yang Jeongin likes Y/N" seems to be the secret everyone knows except Yang Jeongin and Y/N.

You only had to know Jeongin for more than three minutes to know that.

After all, he just couldn't seem to stop talking about you.

"Y/N hyung/noona is so beautiful today."

"Y/N hyung/noona smiled at me!"

"If only I could talk to Y/N hyung/noona..."

Everyone was encouraging him to confess.

But each time he would say something like " stop teasing! I don't even like them!" to refuse.

Everyone would roll their eyes because his ears were turning tomato red as he said it.

Just when people started to give up, an unexpected helper appeared..

"Jeongin-ah, I found a boyfriend!"

"Aaargh!!"

Waking up screaming, Jeongin almost jumped out of bed.

It was a dream! It was just a dream!!!!!

But, but he didn't know if you actually have a boyfriend or not.

What would he do......if you did?

No, he doesn't even like you! It's none of his business whether you have a boyfriend or not!

It shouldn't...

But why did his heart hurt so much?

Did he really......

He checked his phone. It was 2:30 in the morning.

He knew your habits. You've always been a late sleeper, and never went to bed before three o 'clock.

So, if he texted...no, he couldn't do this over text... if he called you now, you would probably pick up.

Should he? Or should he not?

If he did, what would he even say?

"Hi Y/N Hyung/Noona do you have a boyfriend?"

No, no, no, that's weird. Who calls in the middle of the night to ask that?

If he doesn't, he might go crazy.

'Stop stressing and just call them!' his inner self yelled.

And before he knew it, he was calling you.

His hands were shaking, no, his whole body was shaking.

It only rang twice before you picked it up.

"Hello? Jeongin-ah, why are you up so late?"

"Y/N hyung/noona!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I!!! I...I, I!"

"You?"

(Takes a deep breath) "I like you!"

"Yang Jeongin, are you drunk? Or is this some kind of bet?"

Jeongin was anxious as he shook his head vigorously, even though he was on the phone and you couldn't see him.

"No! I, I really like you! Since...from...from a really long time ago!!"

He heard you sigh at the other end, and his heart sank.

You didn't like him back. Of course you didn't like him back...

But the next words froze him.

"This better not be a bet, or you're going to have a hard time tomorrow."

"Huh? What......do you mean?"

"This means Yang Jeongin, that I like you too, and have also liked you since a long time ago."

You hung up, and for a whole 10 minutes Jeongin thought that this was just another dream.

He slapped himself, feeling the pain on his cheeks.

This was no dream...you really did like him back......

Resisting the urge to rush to your door right now, he laid back down.

He tried to calm down but nothing worked. How could he when you basically just told him that you liked him too?

Shyly covering his face with the blankets, he started kicking around.

For the rest of the night he just tossed and turned in bed, waiting for the sun to rise so he could see you again in person.

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Part One

Eddie Munson x Male!Henderson!Reader

Warnings: Swearing (like once)

Howdy partners!

People have been asking for a part 2, so ask and you shall receive! I'm a sucker for fluff, so it'll have a happy ending. (Tbh the first part was one of my very rare angst pieces, but I might write more if you guys want me to.)

Please enjoy, and thank you for reading!

The bleach white walls made the room seem more empty than it was, the only sound echoing off the bare walls was the sound of the heart monitor beeping steadily. (Y/N) lay in the bed, still asleep, with fresh bandages wrapped around his injuries.

Eddie sat by his side, holding his hand. He'd looked better. His hair stuck up in awkward places after running his hands through it one too many times, his clothes wrinkled from not changing them and shuffling around in his chair with anxiety. Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of (Y/N), he couldn't do it.

"Eddie, man, you've got to go home. Take a shower, change, get something to eat," Steve insisted, pushing off from his spot at the wall and putting a hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"You know he wouldn't like this," Dustin added after Eddie's moment of silence. "(Y/N) wouldn't like you sitting here and only thinking about him. He'd want you to get out." Dustin had tear stains running down his cheeks, his hat on (Y/N)'s bed as he sat at his other side.

"You too," was all Eddie croaked, eyes still stuck to (Y/N).

"You're right. So how about we both get out of here for a while?" Dustin offered, slowly standing up.

Steve nodded to him in sympathy and in thanks.

Eddie gulped, slowly pushing to his feet without letting go of (Y/N)'s hand.

"What if he wakes up and I'm not here?" Eddie whispered aloud, his arm limp at his side.

Steve, not having the heart to tell Eddie that they have no clue whether (Y/N) would wake up at all, patted him on the back.

"I'll sit right here and make sure he isn't alone until you get back, okay? If he wakes up I'll tell him where you are and he'll be so proud of you, you know," Steve comforted, pulling Eddie away a bit and letting his hand fall off of (Y/N)'s.

"Okay. Don't let him be alone when he wakes up," Dustin responded, grabbing Eddie's hand and pulling him along.

...

Slowly (Y/N)'s eyelids fluttered, before his eyes opened. He stared at the white ceiling above him while his eyes adjusted, before he started to look around himself.

"Hey, hey there Henderson," Steve spoke up to get his attention. Robin, who had been keeping him company, left to find a nurse or doctor to alert them of (Y/N) being awake.

"Harrington?" (Y/N) croaked, trying to move his arm before hissing in pain.

"Keep it down, don't try to move," Steve warned, standing up and gently placing his arm back down on the light blue sheets.

"What happened?"

"You were suddenly possessed by an idiot, that's what happened," Nancy said, entering with the other kids and Robin. They had walked in when Robin came out to make the announcement that (Y/N) had woken up.

Remembering the events, though foggy, from the upside down, (Y/N) quieted down and assessed the situation. He was in the hospital, all of his limbs hurt, and everyone was there. Well- not everyone.

"Where's Eddie and Dustin?"

"They wouldn't leave you until we made them," Steve chuckled in response, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"We made them go change and shower and stuff. Honestly, we didn't know whether you'd wake up or not, but here you are! Nancy's right, why would you do that? Throw yourself into a swarm of demobats to 'buy them some time'?" Robin ranted, sitting in a chair at the side of the room and kicking her legs.

"We're just glad you're okay," Will nodded.

"Oh my god, Will! Is Jonathan here too?" (Y/N) asked, coughing a bit and then cringing at the soreness of his throat. Steve grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table and helped him sit up, handing him the glass.

"Yes, he is. They'll come by later," Will assured. Everyone got comfortable around the room, knowing (Y/N) enjoyed company. It wouldn't feel right to go lounge somewhere else without (Y/N).

"Hey, Henderson," Steve whispered, Robin coming over to join the conversation.

"Yeah?" (Y/N) whispered back, looking at the two in confusion.

"What'd you say to Eddie? Before you, you know, sacrificed yourself," Steve asked, scoffing at the end.

"Yeah, he doesn't seem okay. Like, at all..." Robin agreed, nodding and looking over the two boys.

(Y/N) cringed and hissed in through his teeth.

"What is it?" Steve asked, concerned that something hurt.

"No, no, I'm fine. I just... kind of, maybe..." (Y/N) looked down at the cup in his hands and swirled the water around in it for a moment. "Told him I loved him, or something," he mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately, the two heard him.

"WHAT?!" they both exclaimed, making all the attention in the room turn to them.

"Why in the world would you say that?!" Steve shouted, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"It seemed like the perfect time!" (Y/N) immediately defended, shrugging and then wincing in pain.

"What- the perfect time to traumatize him?" Robin asked incredulously, shaking her head in amazement.

"What would you have done?" (Y/N) shot back at Robin, who considered for a moment.

"I don't know, maybe have told him a few seconds before I dove into my death," Robin spoke sarcastically, folding her arms.

"What's happening?" Mike asked, looking over at them with raised eyebrows.

"Nothing, nothing," (Y/N) insisted, glaring at the two scowling friends.

Suddenly the door burst open, stealing everyone's attention again.

"They told us he was awake," a wet-haired Dustin panted as he looked to the bed. Eddie was behind him, wearing new clothes with a wide eyed look. "(Y/N)!" Dustin exclaimed with a smile, speeding over to hold one of his hands. "I'd hug you but I think it'd make you bleed more."

"Thank you, Dustin. I'm sorry," (Y/N) looked guilty as he admitted this, holding his brother's hand tight.

"Don't worry, I'll think of a way for you to pay me back." He chuckled, nodding and letting his curls bounce. Even wet they curled tight.

The brothers shared a smile before (Y/N) looked over Dustin's shoulder at Eddie. Everybody in the room, sensing the tension, decided to give the two men some time alone.

After the door closed Eddie walked over to the bed, sitting down in Steve's old spot.

"Hey, Ed-"

"Don't 'Hey, Ed' me." Eddie had a glare set on his brows, but his eyes looked pained.

"I'm sorry," (Y/N)'s voice cracked, causing him to choke back tears.

"You better be," Eddie shot back through tears of his own, picking up (Y/N)'s hand and holding it to his lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Bad." (Y/N) laughed a little through the tears, sniffing and looking at Eddie with pure adoration.

"Did you mean it?" Eddie asked, moving his head to the side so he was fully facing (Y/N), but his head was leant against their joined hands.

"What...?" (Y/N) whispered.

"Did you mean what you said, right before the-"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

(Y/N) gave a small nod, not wanting to move his neck too much. "Every word."

Eddie sat for a moment, not saying anything. He held (Y/N)'s eyes, even as (Y/N) gave him an awkward smile and gulped back his fear.

Licking his lips, Eddie took in a breath, "I love you too."

(Y/N)'s heart sped up, and it showed on the heart monitor.

"...Ignore the beeping," (Y/N) weakly begged, eyes wide.

Eddie laughed breathily, leaning forward so that their noses brushed together, his hair falling against (Y/N)'s cheeks.

"Can I kiss you?" he mumbled out, his gaze flickering between (Y/N)'s eyes and his lips.

"Please-"

(Y/N) could barely get out the response before his words were drowned out, swallowed by Eddie's lips. They moved together in sync, as if they had always meant to be that way.

This wasn't exactly the moment (Y/N) had imagined, but he still felt the most peaceful bliss that he had never felt before.

End

Sorry if this wasn't as good as Part 1, but I tried and am honestly really happy with the ending!

I hope you guys liked this!

-Author Max <3

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