#is it her fault? well technically yes for doing it and no for the shitty luck

[anakinh]

finally watching arcane for obvious reasons (and also mel is so beautiful) and here's my review of season 1 episode 3:

powder, that was the least effective bombing ever. one (1) good guy left standing. one (1) bad guy dead. okay to be fair two (2) good guys left standing and one (1) bad guy dead and then one of the good guys killed one of the bad guys so now it's one (1) good guy left standing and two (2) bad guys dead. anyway. main boss? alive. his case of evil hulk drug? still standing. truly, uh, well, jinxed.

[supernovafics]

Absolutely loving the I’ll be there for you universe not sure if you’re taking requests but I’d absolutely love to see reader getting jealous over Steve bring a girl back to their apartment 💗

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k words

warnings: (slightly)jealous!reader, explicit language, angst, soft(ish) ending

summary: in which a night that was already pretty shitty turns even worse when steve brings his date back to the apartment

author's note: i loved this request idea !! this became a lot more angsty than i initially planned/thought it would be 😭 (also i'm so happy that ur enjoying this little universe so far<333)

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Fall 1985

There were some moments in your life that were so ridiculous it made you feel like you were in a movie; one that was a solid mix between comedy and horror. 

Tonight proved to be one of those moments.

And it wasn’t even the fact that you were in your bedroom stuck studying for a Psych test on a Thursday night rather than doing your original plan of seeing some show at The Hideout with Eddie that made you feel that way. Instead, what made you feel like you were trapped inside the horror-comedy that was called your life was the fact that you had completely forgotten that Steve had gone on a date tonight. But, you were all too quickly reminded of that when you heard the squeaky front door of the apartment open and close, and then not too long after that, you heard the sound of Steve’s voice saying something you couldn’t fully decipher, but a girl’s very elated giggles were the response to his words.

“Shit,” You muttered to yourself as you immediately stopped reviewing your notes and started desperately searching for your Walkman and headphones. 

Moments like this were not supposed to happen, and after how quickly you and Steve learned that the walls in the apartment were insanely thin, you put a sort of system in place to make sure this kind of thing never happened. You would always tell each other when either of you were going on a date that could potentially lead to the person being brought back to the apartment, so that you or Steve could plan not to be there if that happened. And if it was actually a last second thing, you would try to do it at the person’s place instead of abruptly bringing them to the apartment. 

For the most part, this little system worked perfectly fine, and in the four months that you two had been living in the apartment there hadn’t been any issues with it. But, apparently, tonight Steve either forgot about the system or he decided to disregard it entirely.

And yes, in his mind, you were supposed to be gone for most of the night anyway— Steve hadn’t known that your plans abruptly changed when you were reminded of the test that you’d entirely forgotten about— but he definitely did not tell you that his date would potentially take this turn. When he talked about it early that morning as you two shared a quick breakfast before you ran off to class, he seemed pretty passive about the whole thing. He had quite literally shrugged and gave you a half-hearted “yes” when you asked him if he was at least a little excited about it.

Somehow it was this realization that things had apparently gone so well that he decided to bring Vanessa back to the apartment that bothered you a bit more than the situation you were now in where you could potentially hear scarring things at any given moment.  

It annoyed you further that, technically, in some fucked up kind of way, all of this was your fault. 

Vanessa was in your communications class; it was probably the one course this semester you actually didn’t hate. You and her had the kind of relationship where you did consider her a friend, but you also knew that you’d probably never see her again once the semester was over and you two were no longer in the same class.

It had only been last week when you offhandedly mentioned Robin and Steve’s Family Video to her when she mentioned to you that the video store by her never had anything good. And when she showed up to class the next day gushing about the “hot guy that worked there,” you told her that he was your best friend. She then excitedly asked if there was any way you could help set them up, and you stupidly told her yes. 

It was probably one of the dumbest things you’d ever said because you and Steve never set each other up with anyone; it was one of your unspoken rules. There was just something about doing so that felt weird and somehow wrong. 

Being each other’s “wingmen” while you were out at some party or giving dating advice was completely different. Doing either of those things didn’t feel as personal as actively looking for someone for each other; mainly because you knew that you both would be so damn picky and would only want to find that “perfect person” for one another. And then there was the more selfish side of it where neither of you really wanted to do it because your friendship always shifted in a certain kind of way whenever either of you got in a serious relationship. 

In your head, Vanessa wasn’t that perfect person, and you wished that you could use your selfishness as a plausible reason to tell her that you didn’t want to help set them up, but it wasn’t a good reason so you did it.

That same day, you told Steve that she thought he was cute and gave him her number, and he called her and the rest was history. 

You didn’t even think that anything would really stem from the date because of how uncaring Steve seemed about it this morning, but you once again thought about how that apparently had changed. And you adamantly pretended that you weren’t currently feeling something weird in your stomach because of that. 

You finally found your Walkman and you popped in a cassette tape before slipping your headphones on and going back to reviewing your notes. You fully pushed your mind away from Steve and Vanessa and what they were doing on the opposite side of the apartment in his bedroom.

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It was hard to tell if you were actually retaining any of the information that you had been studying for the past hour. But, it was easier to just pretend you were instead of letting yourself think about anything else. 

You kept your focus on the chapter you were reading and the music playing in your ears; a new album that you just got and were finally getting around to listening to. 

You had spent the last five minutes stuck on reviewing a concept that wasn’t making much sense to you before deciding to simply skip it for the time being and turning to the next page in your textbook. It was always in moments like these where you would wonder if any of what you were doing would eventually make sense in the grand scheme of things. If you’d ever learn if there was any point to studying and stressing over a stupid Psychology test, because would it even lead you to where you wanted to be in the future? However, it was hard to fully answer that question because you still didn’t even know what you wanted your future to look like. And that was just another thing that you wanted to push your mind away from at that moment.

Right as you were about to put a new tape in your Walkman, you once again heard the squeaky sound of the front door opening, and then after a few moments and hearing what you assumed were goodbyes, you heard it close.

With a loud sigh, you stood up from your desk, closing your textbook and notebook in the process because you were over studying, and you were now ready to become at least a little mad at Steve for making you feel like a hostage in your own home for the last hour.

You immediately noticed him in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge.

“Hey,” You said, and he jumped a bit before quickly turning around to face you; it was a little funny seeing how much you slightly startled him, almost enough to make you not feel mad at him anymore, but not quite. 

“Woah, I didn’t even know you were here,” He said as he closed the fridge. “I thought you were gonna be with Eddie all night.”

“That plan changed because I remembered I have a test tomorrow, so I’ve been here studying for the past few hours.”

“Oh,” He said, and then it seemed as if something quickly clicked in his mind. “Shit. Did you hear–”

You interrupted him by immediately shaking your head. “No, thank God, no.”

“I’m sorry, I had no idea you were gonna be here tonight,” He told you, his voice then became soft. “I also didn’t think that would happen tonight, which is why I didn’t even think about mentioning it this morning.”

You once again wondered what happened on the date; how great it must have gone. But as much as you wanted to know everything about it, you also wanted to know absolutely nothing. You felt that weird feeling in your stomach coming back. This time you were able to decipher what it was— annoyance, and maybe even a little jealousy.

That was foreign to you because you never felt that way when it involved Steve and who he was dating or even simply flirting with. You didn’t necessarily like all of the girls he brought around, but you were always supportive and never felt an ounce of jealousy. Maybe it was the fact that you facilitated this situation that made it all feel worse somehow; like it was “too close to home,” in a way. 

You knew that you’d see Vanessa tomorrow— right before your stupid Psych test that you should probably still be studying for— and she’d probably tell you all about the date; excitedly rehashing the details of it. The thought of that happening only made the feeling in your stomach grow, and you quickly became frustrated with yourself for feeling so annoyed about everything right then. 

“You want a grilled cheese?” Steve asked, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. He went into the pantry to grab the bread. “I was about to make one.”

You nodded at him, happy to pretend that you weren’t internally falling down a very rough hill. “Yes, I’ll take one. I think that’s very fair compensation for the almost trauma you just put me through.”

“I agree,” Steve said as he pulled out a pan. “And once again, I’m sorry.”

“Say that a thousand more times and maybe I’ll forgive you,” You told him teasingly before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. You flipped through the channels for a bit before settling on a random sitcom, watching it as Steve cooked in the kitchen and the smell of toasted bread and melted cheese started wafting through the air. 

“Here you go,” He said barely ten minutes later as he handed you a plate with your grilled cheese on it. “And make sure to cross this next “sorry” off the tab. I’m sorry.”

You laughed a bit at the pouty face he gave you to emphasize the apology. “Thanks.”

He sat down next to you on the couch and a silence settled between you two as you both enjoyed the grilled cheese sandwiches and only half-enjoyed the TV show playing.

The mindlessness of the show made it somewhat easy to avoid your thoughts. However, you still couldn’t help but silently debate whether or not you should let your curiosity get the better of you and ask him how the date went; even though you were almost certain that the answer he gave you would only make what you were feeling worsen. 

“So, are you gonna see her again?” You decided to ask him instead. 

That felt like the easier question to ask since you fully expected Steve to say no because nine times out of ten, he was rarely ever a second date kind of person; even if sex was involved on the first date. So, if the answer to your question was the no that you thought it would be, there would be no reason to feel this confusing jealous feeling because it wasn’t like anything more was going to stem between them. 

You were already mentally swearing to yourself that you’d never set him up with anyone again if this was how you’d feel when you did. Maybe that was another subconscious reason why you both never did this in the first place; deep down you knew just how uncomfortable it would be.

“Yeah,” Steve answered before he took another bite of his grilled cheese. “We’re gonna go to the movies next weekend.”

You only nodded halfheartedly at that because you couldn’t think of any actual words to say in response.

Instead of your current feelings washing away, they only increased tenfold, and then it all settled into something that resembled sadness. And then you became upset at yourself because you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where your melancholy was coming from. 

Were you jealous of Vanessa for potentially “stealing” your best friend away? Jealous of Steve for potentially getting into something serious while you were nowhere close to having that? Or simply annoyed with yourself for being the one to have made this happen in the first place? 

It was a solid mix of all three, you knew that— that was probably the one thing you were actually certain about. 

“You okay?” Steve asked. You were unsure how long you’d been quiet, but the show playing on the TV was now on a commercial break, so you knew that it had been at least a minute or two.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You immediately told him. You wondered how obvious it was for your best friend to tell that you were quite far from fine. “I’m just… really tired. I’ve been studying for that test for so long and I kinda have a headache, and yeah…” You abruptly stood up from the couch. “I’m just gonna go to bed. ‘Night.”

You placed your now empty plate under Steve’s and then started heading to your bedroom before he could read you like a book and ask you more questions about what was currently going on with you.

“Goodnight,” You heard Steve say before you closed your door behind you. 

You knew that you should’ve sat back down at your desk and studied some more, but in that moment you truly couldn’t be bothered. You were suddenly glad that Psychology was your last class on Fridays so you’d have some more time to study throughout the day before having to take the test.

You laid down in your bed and pulled your blanket over your head as you let out a long breath. Every single thing you were feeling was still lingering and somehow it didn’t feel as if it was going away. You hoped it would all be gone by the morning; that you’d wake up feeling the complete opposite of how you were right then, that you’d feel stupid and laugh at how you had felt tonight. 

It could’ve been only a minute of you lying in your bed, or it could’ve been ten— you had no concept of time in that moment— but you heard a knock on your door at some point. You ignored it, hoping that Steve would go away, but also knowing that he wouldn’t.

Barely a minute later, you heard your door open and you didn’t have to see Steve to know that he was walking in. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, but the creaky wooden floors didn’t allow for any sort of silence.

You slowly pulled the blanket down from over your head and looked up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” He said as he set something down on your nightstand. “Some water and aspirin for your headache.”

A small smile took over your face and you sat up. “Thanks.”

“I know you’re too tired now, but I can help you study a little in the morning, if you want,” He told you and then gave you a playful smile. “I love reading your notecards.”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Shut up, I know you hate helping me study for anything.”

“Yes, but I’ll always still do it.” 

You smiled at that. “Okay, well in that case, wake up at eight and we can study for an hour before I have to leave for my nine-thirty class.” 

“Got it.” 

“Thank you,” You said before leaning your head back against your pillow.

For a moment, you thought about telling him how you’d been feeling tonight; the jealousy, the annoyance. He’d probably think it was funny, just like you would in a few days. But, when you turned your head to look at Steve before he left your room and softly closed the door behind him, you decided against saying anything.

Just in case everything you were feeling right then actually meant something a little different than what you thought it did.

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Various, online chatter; that’s enough internet for today

For the prompt: How hot is Jared? Twitter's best explainers

Forgive me any formatting sins -- I aimed for clarity over authenticity, but who knows if tumblr will oblige on that front.

“How’s the internet doing?” Dave asks.

“Well,” Andreas says. “It’s — technically good news, but in a way you probably don’t want to hear the details of?”

“That sounds ominous,” Dave says.

“Do you know what shipping means?” Andreas asks. “Not the—“

“You know, you’re right,” Dave says, literally backing into his office. “I don’t want to know.”

“I didn’t think so,” Andreas says, saluting Dave with his coffee, then goes to check out what’s happening on twitter. He thinks he’s had more than enough of AO3 for the foreseeable future.

~

On Twitter:

I’ve decided to block everyone who says something shitty about Bryce Marcus or Jared Matheson in the next while and I think my hockey twitter experience is going to greatly improve as a result

This is absolute genius I’m doing it

WAIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON?

HOLY SHIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON

OH MY GOD THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Damn now we know he’s going to stay beautiful.

So does Bryce clearly. Lock that upppp.

HOW COME THERE ISN’T A WHOLE JARED MATHESON FANDOM.

Nevermind fam just found out there is in fact a fandom and they are losing their dang MINDS right now.

~

A selection of tweets liked by Bryce Marcus’ lurking account:

Look if I landed Jared Matheson I too would tattoo his signature on my chest.

I would tattoo his PICTURE.

How is it that Bryce Marcus is a multi-millionaire who routinely is in the top twenty in scoring and clearly takes care of his appearance and dresses better than 95% of hockey players, and yet I’m still like ‘nice work landing that husband, bro’.

You know that if Marcus and Matheson could reproduce they would have the most beautiful children 

Sweet mitts too

Every single picture or video I’ve managed to find of Bryce Marcus and Jared Matheson in the same place Jared is like 😐 and Bryce is like 😍  how did we just figure this out now

I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST REALLY HAPPY TO BE IN VANCOUVER 😭

~

“Babe,” Jared says. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Bryce says. “I’m not doing anything. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” Jared groans, slinging an arm over Bryce’s hip as he buries his face in Bryce’s good shoulder. Bryce’s hand comes up to absently pet his hair, and Jared falls back asleep that way, Bryce’s fingers carding through his hair as he scrolls through god knows what with his other hand.

~

On AO3:

Tags: Bryce Marcus Matheson/Jared Marcus Matheson/Julius Halla, I was really tempted to put Julius Halla Matheson but I think that’s enough chaos for right now, this is how I’m coping as a Hallason shipper, with OT3s, and threesomes, au just in that erin matheson doesn’t exist, sry erin it’s not personal

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, no plot just vibes, soft shit, I literally just got here but, Bryce Marcus is a bottom you cowards,

Archive Warnings: Underage

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, Rafael Sanchez, Just like the regular level of underage jared was when he met bryce nothing sketchy, or sketchier than reality lol, meet cute, my hc of how they met,

~

“If this is about Jared I’m hanging up on you,” Stephen says as he picks up his phone.

“You knew, didn’t you!” Beth says.

Stephen hangs up the phone, and puts it back on the table, face down.

It, of course, immediately vibrates. Gabe looks at it, then at Stephen.

“Don’t give me that look,” Stephen says.

Gabe continues to blink mildly as it goes to voicemail, then starts to vibrate again.

“You talk to her then,” Stephen says.

“Hi Beth,” Gabe says. “How are you? Yes, I did know who my linemate was married to. No, I didn’t think to tell you. Well, because I’m not sure how it’s relevant to you, Elisabeth.”

Stephen smirks at Gabe as his face grows continually wearier. His fault for not just hanging up — it may be mercenary, but it means Stephen doesn’t have to listen to whatever Beth’s telling Gabe.

“Let me give you Stephen,” Gabe says.

Sometimes Stephen forgets that Gabe has spent a little too much time around him for his own good.

‘Fuck you’, Stephen mouths, but Gabe just smiles and continues to hold his phone out.

~

On tumblr:

The Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson tag has doubled in the last 36 hours. You guys okay?

Can’t sleep gotta write fic.

I think I speak for all of us when I say, from the bottom of my heart: no.

But like in a good way!

Where my Julius/Jared shippers at? How y’all doing?

Well we found out Jared Matheson is actually gay and married to a man literally from the lips of Julius Halla…in the context of telling us he’s married to a completely different dude and also now I’m legitimately worried about their friendship since he just outed his bestie so idk you tell me.

This.

Do we change it to ‘Jared Marcus Matheson/Bryce Marcus Matheson’ or Jared Matheson/Bryce Marcus’ or is it chaos or —

The AO3 tag wranglers have been by and they’ll all redirect to ‘Jared Matheson’ and ‘Bryce Marcus’ so don’t worry.

But why isn’t it redirecting to ‘Marcus Matheson’?

Show us the papers and we’ll do it. Legal name change documentation please.

You have all been shoving these definition of Average Dude hockey players in my face all ‘look at this beautiful man’ and none of you showed me Jared Matheson, Actually Beautiful Man? What is the MATTER with you people.

You have been in the wrong corner of hockey fandom trust me. his beauty was Known

east coast bias even in hockey rpf smh

Want some fic recs?      OBVIOUSLY.

Hey remember a few years back when we all made fun of Bryce Marcus for not knowing his own initials judging by that JBM necklace? Wikipedia says Jared’s middle name is Bradley

JARED’S MIDDLE NAME IS BRADLEY!!!!!!!

I would like to submit a formal apology to Bryce Marcus who a) can spell b) is the most romantic man alive and c) has clearly been TRYING to get caught this whole time.

[hannahhasafact]

Actually you know what I’m not done talking about my apartment and my move

In a lot of ways, my apartment has sucked. Ways it has sucked include:

Shitty neighbors who slam doors so hard it has knocked a frame off of my wall

Terrifying neighbor who left a very freaky note on my door claiming to hear a “man yelling” in my apartment when I know for a fact the only thing happening at that time was an animal video for cats; he then proceeded to constantly claim to hear noises and the response I got from management was “he’s crazy” 🙃 and I was scared to leave my apartment for awhile just because I didn’t want to run into him in the hallway

It is tiny

Massive leak in my bathroom. Could have been way worse but wasn’t fixed for like a month and I continued to have a leaky ceiling off and on for said month

Management needing access to everyone’s apartment for massive stretches (think FULL DAYS, a few times it was FULL WEEKS THEY WANTED ACCESS) of time and then not actually accessing then in said times (this was actually a blessing in disguise as I usually didn’t have to worry about them accidentally letting Bijou out as much when I straight up couldn’t take time off work; again, sometimes FULL WEEKS)

Giant tree branch falling on my car, they told me technically it belonged to the city so nothing was their fault

RANCID smells in the hallways

Management never actually responding to emails but leaving notices without warning on door so my heart would race almost every time I came home to a notice on my door (they loved doing this on Fridays, especially notices saying they needed to come into my apartment on Monday so I’d be stressed because it wasn’t enough time to request off from work)

Management constantly changing; there’s a new manager every year I s2g if not less time

Two literal dumpster fires within the last year

A million other little things

Despite all that. DESPITE ALL OF THAT.

I am going to miss this awful apartment immensely.

This is the first place I’ve lived on my own. This is the first place that is truly mine and no one else’s. This is the only apartment Bijou has known since I adopted her. I love my big windows, with the trees waving in the wind. I love the area, and how easily I can access certain things.

Yes, a lot of things are shit about it. But it’s my place.

When I first moved to this apartment, I spent a LOT of time sobbing because it was such a big change. The house I lived in before was a shit show, but it was such a big change I was terrified I’d done something completely stupid. And I adopted Bijou like two months later, and I again spent so much time SOBBING because I clearly shouldn’t have gotten a cat because oh god I can’t take care of a cat as well as someone else would oh god. Now I sleep with a cuddly little baby and I’m better about giving her medication than I am giving myself medication. This space was a lot of big steps for me. This is the place I’ve lived longer than any other place besides my childhood home.

And I’m moving to a space that will still be just mine, but it’s not the original.

Point is I will be crying a lot about this move even though it’s a good move 😭

[victory-after-dark]

"Hey hey~! Why do you torment him so?" A chipper voice speaks from the trees, and if Rinzu were to look up, she'd be greeted by two red eyes glowing through the foliage. "I'd just about reckon you're gonna make the big bad doggy cry if you keep that up!"

Surprise! Hanging upside down with his knees hooked over a branch, it's Peppin! The vampire with the Roving Raven circus, fully adorned in costume - complete with the hat... that miraculously stays on, even upside down!

"Or, like, is that what you're going for? You seem like one of those girlies that like to see a man cry! What do they call them..~~? Oh yeah! Bitches, right?" A loud, cackling laugh at his shitty pun. But hey! At least Pep ain't one of those Claretsong boys, right?

Not one of the Claretsong weirdos... She lets herself relax, yawning and showing off the too-sharp teeth for what should be a young 'human' woman. She's not shifted, currently, and doesn't see the need to.

"Well, I'm a vixen, technically." Also a pun of sorts. She's a fox, yes. But also she is teasing that were that's been chasing her. He knows she's not interested in him that way. She knows he knows. But she teases him regardless. There's something fun about how flustered he gets over little ol' her and the way she smells.

"And it's not my fault he's too tied up in their leash to be able to reach these goods."

She holds her chest for emphasis. Girl WHAT goods you're an A cup.

[athenamikaelson]

Mine for A Long Time Part 8

Warnings- Swearing, Angst, Two idiots who can’t admit their feelings, mentions of almost dying

Word Count- 655

“What the hell are you doing here Y/N?” Dean asked as he stood in the motel doorway in all of his plaid flannel glory.

“I was worried about you. I missed-“ “Don’t.”t Dean cuts me off. I bring my brows together in confusion.

“What do you mean, Don’t?” I question Dean, who only gives me a dismissive look and a scoff.

“Just don’t talk ok? Go back to the bunker, why the hell did Sam even let you leave in the first place?” He asks, bringing a hand down his face in annoyance.

“Well he thinks I’m on a hunt, which technically I am! I’m just hunting you down and not something supernatural.” I look at Dean waiting for a response only for him to find the ground more interesting than our conversation. I wait for another moment, which felt personally like hours for me for him to say something, anything really.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” I ask him which finally earns a response.

“And what do you want me to say Y/n? What could you possibly want to hear?” He says, practically spitting the words at me. I give him a scoff in return.

“Really? Really Dean! I get attacked by Casper the Percy Fucking Ghost, and almost killed, then I wake up in the hospital only for you to walk the fuck out on me and dodge my phone calls, texts and hell Dean, I sent goddamn emails! Emails Dean! I didn’t know if you were ok or if you were on some freaking bender. I worried about you for weeks Dean only to find you held up in some shitty motel with sheets that most likely haven’t been washed in months! And now you want to give me an attitude like some fucking teenage girl going through her first breakup! Really?!”

I can practically feel the sweat dripping from my forehead as I take a few deep breaths trying to collect myself. I roll my shoulders hoping to relieve some of the built up stress, as I turn my gaze to Dean to see he’s already staring at me. The angry vacant look now gone, replaced with an almost heartbreaking look now.

“You almost died.” He whispers, barely enough for me to hear. As if he was saying the worlds for the first time out loud, and was tasting them on his tongue for the first time like some bad aftertaste.

“What?”

“You almost died Y/N. On my watch. I almost lost you.” He says my heart is practically breaking at his tone, a tone filled with pure self hatred and heartbreak.

“It wasn’t your fault Dean. And besides I’m fine now, other than the fact that I’ve had to track you down. But other than that I’m fine.”

Dean just dismissively shakes his head.

“Is this really why you left? Because of me? I’m sorry if I wasn’t being mature enough or paying enough attention, but if it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine not yours.”

“Stop.”

“I shouldn’t have been so-“

“Damnit’ Y/N just stop!” Dean exclaims, walking over to me and grabbing my face with both his hands to look him in the eye.

“It’s not your fault, God it’s never your fault. You were perfect, you’re always perfect. I’m the one who screwed up. I should’ve never let you go in there and let yourself be bait. I should’ve never fucking let you do that. You’re too valuable.”

“Wait! Valuable? Dean really! I’m not just some little doll or some prize who can’t protect herself! I’m fine, the ghost is taken care of and everything is fine!” I try to reason with him.

“God you’re so stubborn aren’t you! Y/N you almost died!”

“Yes Dean! I am aware, I was there! Why are you dragging this out so fucking much!” I yell back him.

“Because I’m in love with you, you fool!”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Being Neighborly

Summary: The reader is cleaning her gutters one day when her next door neighbor Dean comes over to have a chat...

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x reader

Square: Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: minor injury

A/N: Enjoy! Written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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“Y/N,” said Dean. “Y/N. Y/N!”

“Yes? Good morning, Dean,” you said. You looked back over your shoulder, Dean stood in your driveway with a backwards cap on, arms crossed. 

“Y/N not to be a nosy neighbor but like, don’t you think it’d be safer to like, stand on a ladder to clean your gutters, not your very steep roof?”

“Dean I’m fine,” you said. He rolled his eyes and went next door, walking back with his ladder from his garage. You stood up straight and sighed, Dean setting it up against the side of the house. 

“Come on. You owe me one for stealing the last of my liquor for your date last month,” he said.

“I bought you a new bottle. I then proceeded to drink it with you to vent about how shitty the date went but I did technically replace it.”

“Y/N,” groaned Dean. “Use the ladder.”

“Not a child,” you grumbled. You squatted back down, Dean groaning obnoxiously. He stared at you, droning on and on and on, getting louder and louder until Mr. Jones from up the street walked past, raising an eyebrow. “Dean.”

“La la la. I’m gonna sing. I swear I’ll do it,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’m all out of love I’m so lost with-“

“Oh my God. Fine,” you said. You grabbed your bucket and stood, walking over to the open window. Your sneaker slipped and the bucket went flying as you tumbled down onto the slanted roof and started to roll. You managed to grab the gutter for a hot second before you fell down to the driveway. You groaned and sat up, Dean right there and putting his hands all over you, checking you over.

“You okay?” he asked, turning over your hand, spotting the large cut on your palm. “I have a suture kit in the kitchen.”

“The benefit of living next to the world’s most paranoid nurse,” you said.

“That is soon to be most paranoid physician's assistant to you. Just passed my last certification,” he said.

“Congrats. It’s still your fault I fell,” you said, Dean helping you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking you over to his house and inside.

“Alright,” he said, picking you up, setting you on the counter. “Also, you’re lucky you didn’t hit your head. I don’t want to see you up there like that again.”

“Dean,” you said as he took out a red case from his upper cabinet. “It’s my house.”

“You know how many home accidents I see a day?” he said. “I’m not even a doctor and-“

“Did you get into med school?” you asked, spotting the envelope on the counter. He cleaned your hand and you bit your bottom lip. “You did, didn’t you.”

“I did. But I’d rather be a PA. I don’t want to go to school forever and work crazy hours. I like working with the patients,” he said, pulling out a needle and thread. He rubbed some ointment around the area, a slight numbing going on.

“Well do what you want to. I do like hanging out but I don’t need the guy next door always doing everything for me.”

“Y/N you can do whatever you want. Just do it the safe way.”

“Why do you care so much?”

“You live alone and you’re my friend. I’ve seen so many small things that turn into big things because of stubborn people like you.”

“People like-”

“Whatever,” he mumbled. He stitched up your hand in silence and wrapped it up. “Keep it clean with alcohol and go to the doctor if it doesn’t look like it’s healing.”

“Alright,” you said. You slid off the counter and took an achy step and then another.

“Rest,” said Dean.

“I got it Dean,” you said, stepping back outside.

The Next Night

You turned to leave after setting a bottle of Dean’s favorite bourbon and a fresh pie sat on his porch, when the door opened. He had one of those smart doorbells and he looked down at the food, back to you. You nodded and started to leave again, Dean groaning.

“Are you really this thick-headed?”

“I rested yesterday. I have a few bruises. I’m fine.”

“I meant…” he said, bypassing the pie and stepping in front of you, blocking your way back to your own house. He titled his head back and sighed, looking back with the softest little smile on his face you’d ever seen. “I meant how have I not been obvious for the past three months. I mean honestly.”

“I’ve known you for almost a year.”

“Do you want to go on a date?” he said. You blinked and he cocked his head. “Why do you think I get on your ass about being safe when you do shit? I really, really like you Y/N. I care about you. The subtle thing ain’t working so do you want to go on a date?”

“Yes?” you said. He nodded and stepped past you, back towards his door.

“Good. I’ll uh, text you. Maybe tomorrow?” he said. 

“Thanks,” you said, looking over your shoulder at him. “For getting the rest of my gutters.”

“Y/N I’m not gonna tell you what to do but just hire a freaking service to take care of your yard and outside crap. You work all day and I got a friend that’ll give you the friends and family discount. It’s who I use.”

“To be honest that was my plan all along but then...you started hanging out and I didn’t want you to think I was some...idiot who can’t take care of themselves.”

“Well you’re an idiot,” he said with a smile. “But you’re kinda my idiot and I like that. Plus now I don’t have to get them to mow your lawn cause you’re really, really bad at that I have them go over it like, every single time just to even it out.”

“That bad?”

“Just a tad,” he said with a laugh. “You know how to wax the hell out of a car though.”

“You taught me that,” you said.

“So?” he said, picking up the pie and bourbon. “You know your nurse recommends you eat and drink this stuff with me for a faster recovery.”

“I don’t think that’s medically sound but I won’t turn down the offer,” you said. “Is this the first date?”

“I can order some food and it can be,” he said. You cocked your head and he smirked. “We can get Alfon-”

“I’m sold,” you said, slipping past him inside. “Also my leg kinda hurts and I need to sit down.”

“You do realize when people ask how we started dating I’m going to say you fell for me. Literally.”

“That was your fault,” you said, taking a seat on the couch, closing your eyes. You opened them when you smelled bourbon, a glass in front of your face. 

“Nurses orders. Takes away the pain,” said Dean with a smile. He took a seat next to you and hummed, sinking back into the comfy cushion. “You do want to have a date right?”

You set the glass on the end table before leaning over and cupping his face, planting a hard kiss on him. He panted when you pulled back, soft hooded eyes staring back.

“I’ve been dying to do that for months,” you said. You sipped on your drink and leaned back, smiling over at him. “Want to go on a date tomorrow?”

“Okay,” he said, a smidge of blush crossing his cheeks. “Are we dating?”

“Yup,” you said, stretching out, careful not to pull anything that was still sore. You moved over closer to him, curling up in his side. “You give the best cuddles.”

“I have many skills,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Want your usual?”

“Yes please,” you said as he took out his phone. 

“I knew being the overly concerned neighbor would work out for me,” he chuckled.

“Sure you did,” you said, giving him a side hug. “Extra fries?”

“It’s like you don’t even know me,” he said.

“Don’t know that other side quite yet.”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll catch on real quick. Bet on it.”

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[ilikefandoms]

Family Dinner - Robby Keene

Request - Hi, it's me again. You could write something in which the reader and Robby are in a secret relationship and Daniel notices that boy's passionate gaze and is curious to know who the mysterious young woman is who was leaving him like this, then asks him to invite her to a family dinner . It turns out that Daniel didn't even imagine that this girl was the golden student of Cobra Kai, almost as relentless as Tory and Samantha's number one rival. Throughout dinner, the reader does her best not to provoke a scene, even with Sam's indiscreet insinuations about her being a bad person and to make matters worse, a conversation about sexual orientation arises in a very prejudiced way from Louie and she is extremely offended after a prejudiced comment about bisexuality (she is bisexual, Robby knows and accepts this), Daniel ends up being faster and goes after her, the two talk very cute (almost father and daughter) and the two end up giving each other very well . Anyway, after all that mixture of emotions that was the night, Robby takes the reader home which leads to a lot of affection and kisses on her part (deep down, under that badass exterior she is just a big monster of affection ❤). Sorry if it took too long hahaha.

Pronouns used - She/Her

A/N -  Disclaimer: I do not agree with anything that Louie says in this, it is purely for the storyline. I also kinda made Sam look like a bad guy...sorry Sam.

Warnings - Louie being a biphobic asshole, language

Word Count - 1593

You and Robby had a somewhat 'secret relationship'. You had both decided not to tell anyone, considering the rivalry between your respective dojos. Anyway, you were enjoying spending time with Robby alone.

Daniel had begun to get suspicious though. He had noticed that Robby had been acting different than usual, smiling at his phone, and getting home later. Daniel had made the fair assumption that Robby was in fact, seeing someone.

He had not-so subtilty brought up the question in conversation, taking Robby aback. Robby had admitted it though, and Mr Larusso had asked to meet this ‘Mystery Girl’, and asked Robby to invite you to family dinner.

So, here you were standing outside the Larusso’s house, having just texted Robby that you were here. You didn’t want Sam answering the door. 

Robby opened the door, “Hey babe, why didn’t you knock?”

“I didn’t want Sam or someone opening it to see me,” you shrugged, “I’m just nervous I guess, what with mine and Sam’s rivalry, with Cobra Kai. Everything,”

Robby wrapped his arms around you, “It’s gonna be ok, alright. If it ends up being too awkward or whatever, we can leave,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” 

He kissed your cheek, “Anytime. Ready to go in?” you nodded. Robby placed his hand in yours, and you walked in.

The Larusso’s house was beautiful, it had off-white walls, a mixture of hardwood and patterned flooring, and large windows. It was probably one of the nicest houses you’d ever been in.

“Hey Robby,” Amanda Larusso approached you, “This must be your girlfriend. I’m Amanda,”

“Y/N,” you said.

“it’s so great to meet you, Robby’s told us so much about you!” She said - even if this wasn’t true.

“No he hasn’t,” you said, with a weak chuckle.

“Okay, well... that’s true, but I hope to get to know you more today. Okay, we are eating outside today as it is a lovely night. Everyone else is already out there, make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” she said, smiling.

You both thanked her, before heading outside to where everyone was talking. “Hey everyone,” Robby made your presence known.

“Hey Robby!” Daniel greeted, before laying his eyes on you, when his smile faded. It was no secret that you were the Golden Student of Cobra Kai, you had even been known to take Miguel and Tory in fights, and of course...Sam.

“What is she doing here?” Sam exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

Your grip on Robby’s hand tightened. You had expected this, so you decided to stand your ground, “I was invited,” you asserted.

“Who would invite you here?” Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sam,” Robby said, in an attempt to calm her down. 

It was at this point that her eye’s travelled down to where yours and Robby’s hands were enlaced. “Don’t tell me you’re actually dating this bitch,”

“Sam!” Daniel scolded, and just before an argument could come out, Mrs Larusso arrived, holding trays of food.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, mom. We’re fine,” Sam said, partially through gritted teeth.

**********

There had been evident silence since dinner had started, it was starting to get annoying, how Sam was giving you death glares from across the table. Anthony was doing the same, although he was just probably copying what Sam was doing.

Amanda then decided to break the silence, asking you a question “So, Y/N how did you and Robby meet?”

“We met at the skate park. Robby was tried to do a new trick, but it went wrong and his board ended up flying in my direction, he apologised, we started talking, and...here we are,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“Oh that’s sweet, and from what little Robby has said, you do karate?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, purposefully not saying your dojo’s name - even if Sam and Mr Larusso knew, you wanted to keep the dojo rivalry to a minimum.

“She’s top of her class as well,” Robby added, “She can easily beat me in a fight,” 

“Only because you fight dirty,” Sam uttered underneath her breath.

You ignored her, “I wouldn’t say easily,” you protested, “But, yeah I can totally kick your ass,” you said, letting out a small laugh. Sam rolled her eyes

“Wow, that’s really impressive. What dojo do you go to,” Mrs Larusso asked.

“Oh, um, Cobra Kai,” you said, somewhat trailing off towards the end.

“Oh. Okay, is this why this dinner is being so awkward?” she said, and no-one answered, “Obviously it is,” she mumbled.

“Aren’t they the dojo that dislocated Robby’s shoulder?” Louie asked.

“Technically that was just Hawk,” Robby defended.

“Still doesn’t excuse their shitty teaching methods,” Sam said quietly.

Your hand balled into a fist. Her snarky comments were starting to fuel your anger. Robby placed his hand over yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles - an action that he knew calmed you, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, are you new to town? I can’t recall seeing you anywhere,” Amanda questioned, seemingly ignoring her daughters comments.

“Yeah, I only moved here 6 months ago. My mom got a new job,” you explained.

“Oh, what does you mom do?"

“She’s a real estate agent,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s cool,”

**********

Conversation slowly picked up from there, although that didn’t stop Sam from making remarks. It was like she was trying to get people to think you were a bad person, saying stuff like ‘Dad, I’m glad that you taught me and Robby the right way of karate’.

It was honestly taking a toll on you, you had to work hard to make a good impression, and not act out and make a scene.

“Mom, did I tell you that Moon has a girlfriend now?” Sam asked her mother.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” 

“Yeah, it’s this Piper. She’s nice,” she explained.

“Moon is the girl that was dating that Hawk guy?” Louie butted in.

“Yeah,”

“Was she just gay all along then?”

“No, she’s just bisexual,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows at Louie’s question.

“Sam, come on. Bisexuality isn’t real,” you fists balled as Louie continued, “People are either gay or straight, you can’t like both, that’s just... unnatural,”

“Fuck this!” You yelled. You rose from your seat, and stormed out of the back yard.

“Louie, what the fuck?” Sam, and Amanda said in unison. Robby sat there glaring at Louie for a few seconds, before standing up to go after you. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder, and muttered an “I’ll go,” and went after you. Meanwhile, Amanda was kicking Louie out of the house, using language she would never use in front of her kids in any other sort of situation.

Daniel ran after you. “Y/N! Wait,” 

“What do you want?” you said, wiping tears that had escaped. 

“Look, I’m sorry for what Louie said. If it’s any consolation, Amanda is shouting at him, and kicking him out,” he stated.

“You can’t control what he said. It’s not your fault,” 

“I know, but I’m still sorry, and I’m also sorry for what Sam has been saying. I know you two have your rivalry...thing, but it shouldn’t have come up,”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded.

“You did well for handling it as well as you did, had that of been me, I would’ve thrown hands,” he said, impressed.

“Oh, trust me I wanted to. It just doesn’t give off a good impression if you beat the shit out of the people your boyfriend’s living with,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, well I guess not,” he smiled.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well like, I’m a part of Cobra Kai. I’ve been in fights with your daughter, I’m not what people call the best ‘influence’ on people. Need I say more?” you said

“I see your point, but Robby trusts you. I’ve seen him improve since you two have been together, he seems happier, and if he trusts you, then I do too,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr Larusso,” you said, smiling at him.

“No problem kid,” he smiled back, “Now, if you want to stay for dessert, we have ice cream,” he offered.

“I think I’d just rather go home, if that’s okay,” you said.

“That’s totally fine, alright? I’ll go get Robby to take you home?” 

“Yes please,” you said, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome. I’ll see you soon,”

“Bye”

Robby came out a minute after Daniel had left, and immediately hugged you, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.

“I will be. I just want to go home,” you replied. 

“Okay, lets go, yeah?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head, yes.

**********

You and Robby had arrived at your house, and he walked you up to the front door. “Can you stay with me?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,”

You both made your way up the stairs and into your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes, and changed in the bathroom, before coming back to Robby.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little. Can we cuddle?” 

He just laid down in your bed, and opened his arms for you to lay in. You positioned yourself in his arms so your head was on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating.

Robby kissed the top of your head. You shifted your head to look up at him. He kissed your lips.

You knew that this boy would be the death of you.

@blackoutgirx

[princessamericachavez]

Tonight I’m just very annoyed because 80% of the criticism I’ve seen regarding the MCU’s America Chavez casting seems to come from people who either haven’t read the character’s comics or vaguely know about her through Tumblr. 

So, I just wanna address a couple things and y’all can feel free to ignore me and keep echoing hate without information just to pick apart one of the few WOC in the MCU. 

Okay, here we go: 

1. Was America Chavez white-washed?

Shot answer: No. 

Long answer: America has never been explicitly mixed-race in the comics. Yes, many artists have drawn her as an afro-latina, but many also haven’t. It literally varies from comic to comic, as do her mother’s looks. 

Do you see my point?? And, just to be clear, I am not saying she isn’t afrolatina... I’m saying that it’s never been made clear by Marvel and that is surely a fault of theirs, but it explains why the MCU casting wasn’t explicitly for mixed-race latinas. 

2. Isn’t America supposed to be from PR? 

Short answer: Yes (I GUESS??)

Long answer: LISTEN, this is a very weird subject. I’ve seen people annoyed that Xochitl is of Mexican decent when America is technically Puertoriqueña, but as a matter of fact America hasn’t been from PR for most of her publishing years. 

Ever since the Young Avengers v2 run, America’s race has been vaguely-latina-alien (think, the way Superman is white but actually he’s an alien from krypton). She was from a parallel utopia from outside the multiverse, but she was also clearly culturally a latina. 

Around 3 or 4 months ago, a new comic retconned that backstory and made her a human girl from PR whose mothers took her to some very unethical magic-mad-scientist experimental treatment in an attempt to save her from a rare disease. (god i hate this retcon but alas)

So, yeah, technically, now you could say that America is canonically from PR which solves some of her vague ethnicity issues... but to say that the MCU messed up her ethnicity is misguided because she wasn’t from PR when the actress was casted (and honestly, knowing comics, who even knows how long this backstory will last). 

3. But they aged her down so she couldn’t be with Kate Bishop!! 

Short answer: Not really??

Long answer: America’s first introduction in the Teen Brigade put her at 16. As of her reintroduction in Young Avengers v2, she was still underage and Kate was already older than her (there’s a whole arc about Kate worrying over turning 21 and getting brainwashed alongside the rest of the adults). Honestly, Xochitl being a teenager gives Marvel time to work with her and set up the Young Avengers (think about how long these movies take to be produced, filmed and distributed!). She’s an adult now, btw, because we’ve seen her drink legally in the comics, but it’s been years since her YA days. 

What is odd is that Kate is practically a young adult already, when the rest of her team is well behind, but no one seems to be bothered by that because of course we all love the chosen actress and her age makes her more shippable than young underaged heroes. So, yes, the age difference sucks and probably means we won’t get Amerikate in these movies... but choosing to attack the WOC teenager in the equation because of it is kinda shitty. 

AND FINALLy

We haven’t even seen a single scene with America in the MCU. She might be mediocre, she might be amazing, I’m hoping people will fall in love with the character that will give her comic counterpart better writers and storylines in the future... but dear god, I just wish the fandom would give her a chance before hating on her. 

[drwcn]

maybe after today’s acls training i can finally write that chengqing ER oneshot. 

— “Patient male, mid-twenties, motor vehicle collision, eta 3 mins” 

— “What no vitals? No GCS? ETA 3 mins? Who’s on the paramedic team?!” 

— “No one….Dr. Lu hit someone with her car on her way out of the hospital.” 

【A Midnight Conversation in Your Local ER】- Complete

[1] 

The night hunt had gone to shits.

That much was undeniable.

Jiang Cheng heard the panicked shout of his disciples just as he saw the array that he had stepped on.

Fuck.

The ghost of an once mediocre demonic cultivator wanna-be was going to bring Jiang Cheng, Jiang Wanyin - the Sandu Shengshou - to meet his maker. The irony of the situation would be laughable, if he wasn’t so irrevocably screwed.

That was his last thought before his entire body was engulfed by a blinding light and the world he knew disappeared.

The ground beneath his feet gave away, weightlessness paralyzing his body though he did not fall. He felt…launched, his body warping and squeezing and stretching, the air sucked from his lungs into the endless black vacuum.

But just like that it was over. Jiang Cheng barely had time to make peace with his death before his feet touch solid earth again.

Or at least….he thought it was earth, this black, tarry hard thing striped with yellow and white. He stared at it dumbly, breathless and disoriented, barely able to react when a loud blare assaulted his senses and his world went blindly bright yet again.

This time there was pain.

Jiang Cheng clutched Sandu, ready to fight, but then his head hit the ground and everything went dark. When he woke up again, an indeterminate amount of time later, he was in a small tube and had a distinct feeling he was not wearing pants, socks or shoes.

How the fuck do you ‘scan’ a cat???  

[2]

Method actor. The nurse, from the other side of the curtain, mouthed silently.

“Sir, can you tell me your name.”

“Jiang Cheng, Jiang Wangyin.”

The resident paused, awkwardly contemplating how to continue. “Uh…..which is it? Jiang Cheng or Jiang Wanyin?”

“Jiang Cheng, zi Wanyin.”

“Traditional parents?” The resident tried to crack a joke, but it fell flat. The strange man stared up at him with a blank look in his eyes and a frown that was rapidly deteriorating into a scowl. The resident cleared his throat and cast his eyes back onto his clipboard. “Uh, ahem, just the name on your ID please.”

“My what?" 

"Your personal ID….like a driver’s license?”

“Cultivators of the gentry fly on swords or ride horses. We do not rely on carriage valets.”

“Eh… right. Uhm, can you tell me how old you are and what year it is.”

“I’m 39, and the year is jiachen.”

Lu Qi frowned from where she stood by the door, arms crossed, watching her resident and medical student work. 39? He looks like a college student. But he also thinks he can fly, so I guess age is the least of our worries. 

“Jiachen.…?”

The M3 fished his phone out from his scrub pocket pocket and typed it in. “Sounds like the ganji system, like an old timey way to record year used in the past.” He whispers clandestinely to the resident.

“….Right. And uh, do you where you are?”

The man scowled at him. “Am I supposed to?” 

The resident scribbled something on the chart, and then looked up with a plastered awkward smile. “Well, thank you Mr. Jiang for your patience. Wang Fei here is the medical student on our team. He’s going to stay and ask you a couple more questions if you don’t mind. Afterwards we’ll confer with our attending and the team will be back to see you shortly.”

As he turned away, the R3 grimaced and shared a look with Lu Qi, who was the youngest attending physician in their ER, but was not technically working at the moment and so was not on the case. And technically, as the perpetrator who hit Jiang Cheng with her car, she had a severe conflict of interest.

At least this Jiang Cheng dude didn’t seem keen on pressing personal charges against her for MVA or suing the hospital in general… but that being said…

Yeah, they’re going to need a psych consult. 

Unless he’s on acid. 

Well… okay, psych consult either way. 

[3]

"It’s okay, you can relax.” Jiang Cheng said, waving dismissively at the woman standing by his bedside. “I’m not going to take you to the magistrate for hitting me with your carriage - car. You didn’t mean to, and I just came out of nowhere.” 

“....Thank you.” 

“You’re not Wen Qing. I know that now. Your name is Lu Qi. You can call off those psychia - psych - psychics - head healers - or whatever, I’m not crazy. It’s not my fault, you just… look so much like someone I used to know."

"Wen Qing.” Lu Qi echoed. 

“Yeah. Wen Qing. She was a healer - a doctor - like you, but different.” 

“I see. What happened to her?"

"She died. Almost twenty years ago."

"I'm sorry... that's awful.” Lu Qi’s response rolled off her tongue so well, because she had said those word a thousand times during her residency. So much so that it no longer had much meaning to her. Tonight however, she meant what she said. “Were you two close?"

"No, well…yes, maybe. No we weren’t exactly friends if that’s what you’re asking. She...operated on me. Without my consent or knowledge. Took my brother’s golden core and put it in me and then lied with my brother to my face about it. So no we weren’t “close”, but Wen Qing saved my life - well the purpose of it anyway. Saved me from a life of ordinariness.” 

Lu Qi did allow herself to dwell too much on what the fuck a “golden core” was, because her gut response was almost instantaneous. “That’s shitty of her.”

She clamped down on her tongue. 

God, why did I have to say that? To his face?! He was obviously in love with this Wen Qing person and they were encroaching on some dangerous emotional territories, but Lu Qi swallowed down her caution and plowed on nevertheless. There were things she felt she had to say, and since she’d already hit him with her car, how much worse could this shit get? “What I mean is she shouldn’t have. Not without telling you. Besides...there’s nothing wrong with ordinary.” 

Jiang Cheng chuckled bitterly. “Maybe you’re right. Still...she didn’t deserve to die. What her clan did was not her fault.” 

Now that threw Lu Qi off. Did this guy...kill her? 

Lu Qi half wondered if she stumbled upon a Yakuza-esque member whose psyche finally snapped after years of murder and violence. And yet, he seemed perfectly coherent, no flight of ideas, no tangential thought, no hallucations. Even his delusions seemed...logical. 

I must be the one losing, damnit.  

Jiang Cheng scratched a little at his chest, as if palpating for the “golden core” that he spoke of. "She saved my life, but when she needed help, I couldn't save her. But, if I were to go back… I can't say I'll choose differently. My clan needed me, my clan who was almost cleansed by hers. No, no I wouldn’t choose differently. I don’t regret my choices, but I am sorry. Sorry to her, sorry to my brother. I'll always be sorry that she died, and that I failed her when she needed me." 

Jiang Cheng had no idea why he was telling this stranger any of this, but maybe after twenty years, he was finally ready to address this guilt that he lived with. I mean who else was he supposed to tell? Jin Ling? It was nice, to have that face as an audience, receiving his words of confession. 

"She would forgive you." 

Lu Qi had no idea why she was offering absolution as if she had authority in this matter, but when she said it, the conviction she felt was so real, it was almost as though some external force was acting through her.

Which was ridiculous of course, but... 

"How do you know? You're not her." Jiang Cheng shook his head. “I wouldn’t forgive me.” 

"No, but you said she was a physician. So she should know, more than most, that sometimes there is no choosing who gets to live or die."

Jiang Cheng fell quiet at that, and his gaze grew distant. Lu Qi thought perhaps he was no longer seeing her as she was in front of him - white coat, scrubs, stethoscope -  but someone entirely different. The tension he held in his shoulders slowly eased, and he sighed. In the silence that stretched between them, Lu Qi hoped that this strange man with his strange past could find a sliver of peace. 

[4]

— Did you love her? 

— I thought so, foolishly, but maybe I didn’t. Even if I did, it was not well enough. 

— Do you love her still? 

— No... I don’t know. It’s been too long...but sometimes, late at night when Lotus Pier is quiet, I think I do. 

...

— Are you ashamed of it? 

...

— No. No I’m not. 

[5]

The patient known as Jiang Cheng left AMA, that is, against medical advice. It was the term they used sometimes for people who just up and leave without informing the team. 

Lu Qi had gone out to check on his labs, which came back with bonker numbers (I mean really, a hemoglobin of 455, sodium of 200, and a HCO3 of like...3?), but Jiang Cheng was gone from Bay 6 when she returned. The nurse made the overhead page, a code yellow was called, but four hours later, Lu Qi was ready to admit that she was never going to see this Jiang Cheng ever again. 

Somehow, she was okay with that. She had said what needed to be said.  

Her chief had given her a call on her cell and told her to go home and sleep. The guy didn’t look like he was gonna press charges, let’s count our blessings and move on. But the night had just been too damn strange that Lu Qi was all wired up from it and couldn’t possibly fall asleep. She had handover at 10 anyway. There was a change of clothes and toiletries in her bag. She could always take a shower in the anesthesia staff’s on call room and sleep until then. 

Dr. Sun was the anesthesia staff on-call tonight and was currently stuck in trauma OR. They were buddies since medschool; she’d understand.

Sighing, Lu Qi took a seat on the bench across from the bougie cafe in the lobby of the hospital. At this hour, it was the only one still open in the entire facility. The drinks they sold cost an arm and a leg, but Lu Qi needed the pick-me-up after the night she had. 

As she nursed the last bit of her matcha latte, two bickering voices pulled her attention to the front entrance. 

“Aiyo, A-Liang I already said I’m fine! I don’t need to be here!” 

“Fuck out of here with that bullshit, Chen Zhaoxi. You fell off the fucking roof! If Wu Kun hadn’t called me, you’d have gone on -”

It was him! Lu Qi shot up. It was Jiang Cheng! 

But no...no it wasn’t him. The well-dressed man dragging the second man (dressed in red pajamas) into the hospital was not Jiang Cheng. He had the same face - chiselled, handsome, scowling - but it wasn’t him. For one, his hair was trimmed short and neat, unlike Jiang Cheng who looked like he walked straight out of a BL xianxia tv drama. Secondly, his face was softer, eyes younger, and he couldn’t have been older than Lu Qi herself in her early thirties. 

“I was just trying to get to the litter of kittens trapped -”

“Yes, yes, and it was very heroic and I’m sure it would’ve made Wu Kun very horny, and you morons probably would’ve fucked once he got home had you not made a valiant attempt at breaking your neck -” 

“Excuse me,” the security guard manning the information desk chastised sharply. “It’s 4am. This is a hospital! Lower your voices, sirs.” 

“Sorry.” The men apologized sheepishly. 

Then, A-Liang, Jiang Cheng’s doubleganger asked, “Could you please direct us to the ER? This is my brother, he fell off a roof.” 

Lu Bin had no idea what possessed her to interject. “I can take you there.” 

All eyes fell on her. She walked towards them, heart pounding. 

This can’t be happening, this kind of thing just can’t happen... 

A-Liang’s face broke into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Miss -” Then his gaze trailed to her badge, and he corrected himself, “Dr. Lu. I’m Shen Liang. This is my brother Chen Zhaoxi. I think he fractured...well multiple things, please help him.” 

“Of course, come with me. Let’s get him a wheelchair. If he fractured is leg, he probably shouldn’t be walking.” 

“I didn’t fracture -” 

“You, you shut up.” Shen Liang rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to him. He can lose three out of four limbs and say ‘ t’s but a flesh wound’.” 

Lu Qi couldn’t help but chuckle as she put an arm under the complaining Chen Zhaoxi and helped him towards the wheelchair. 

Shen Liang’s smile widened. 

[Extra]

“Holy shit, took you long enough!” 

When Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui finally dragged Jiang Cheng to their portal site, Jiang Cheng realized that the transportation talisman had created a channel through realities between what looked like two metal garbage dumpsters in a back alley behind a food establishment marked by giant yellow bunny ears.

Standing guard there, Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen were each munching on a strange layered bread and holding tall drinks contained in...what was it called again? Right. Styrofoam. 

“What is that?” Jin Ling wrinkled is nose at it. Brat. 

“It’s a Big Mac.” Replied Lan Jingyi as if Jin Ling was stupid. “And this is a milk shake.” 

Jin Ling scowled. “I said the bag of gold I gave you was for emergencies.” 

“Yeah but we were hungry.” Ouyang Zizhen defended. He neglected to tell them that the cashier had refused to accept the gold and instead asked for “cash” or “card”, neither of which they had, so Zizhen used a liiiiil confounding talisman he learned from Wei Wuxian. They did leave more than enough gold though...and that ought to cover the restaurant’s cost for their “burger”lary . Reaching into the brown paper bag he held under one arm, Zizhen pulled out a little box that opened to show pieces of... something. “These are chicken nuggets. They’re delicious! Try one! They’re really good with this sauce....hold on...” 

Lan Sizhui sighed. “We don’t have time for this. The portal will close soon. Let’s get Jiang-zongzhu home and we can sample these exotic food later.” 

The boys agreed. 

Jiang Cheng shook his head and huffed. 

[ghostdrew22]

Can i get a draco x reader where the reader is obsessed with the yule ball but unfortunately she gets into a accident so she in a wheel chair for a few days and draco likes the reader so he makes her day memorable by picking her up and making her dance like the scene in twilight.

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: a bit of angst i guess, swearing, insecurity, an injury, asshole!theo nott Summary: Draco x reader where the reader gets injured before the Yule Ball and Draco swoops in to make the night memorable for her.

WORDS : 2451

Not going to lie, I struggled a bit with this one and I ended up focusing more on the build up than the actual scene but I hope you like it because I’m quite happy with the way it turned out.

Lyric snippets I used are from “High School Sweethearts” by Melanie Martinez and they’re not in chronological order, I honestly just put them in randomly.

Anyway, love you all,

jean <3

<~>

“Y//N, I’m bored.” Draco grumbles as he sits down on your lap- resting all of his body weight on you and trying to annoy you.

You grunt at the action but get comfortable regardless- propping your chin up on his shoulder and resting your arms around his waist like you usually do when he sits on you for fun. “Well, we could go over plans for Friday.”

“If I have to hear you talk about that damn ball one more time I swear to Merlin I’m going to kill myself in the Black Lake.”

“Promise?” You ask perkily and he lifts up one of his hands to flick your head, “Sorry!”

You both laugh and he rolls off of you and into the seat beside you. “Okay but seriously, I’m bored.”

You laugh and shake your head as you get off the couch, “I’m going to do my muggle studies homework in the library- if you come along then when we’re done we can do whatever you like.” You offer your best friend and he tilts his head to the side as he considers your offer before grinning and jumping off the couch.

“You’ve chosen some very bad words.”

“You also have to listen to my Yule Ball ideas.” You add and he groans.

“That’s not fair-“

“Take it or leave it.”

“Fine.” He mumbles with an eye-roll as the two of you walk out of the Slytherin commons and toward the library.

“And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart”

“If you cheat, you will die, die”

“So I was talking to Theo and he basically suggested that we wear matchin-“ As you and Draco walk toward the library, and you relay all of your thoughts regarding the Yule Ball to him, you come across Theodore Nott. Your date to the Yule Ball- technically your boyfriend considering the fact that you’ve been flirting with each other for weeks- shoved up against a wall with another girl’s lips on his.

You and Draco freeze in the hallway and take in the scene- trying to decide how best to react. Draco takes a step forward- ready to defend your honour- but you’ve already yanked the girl away from Theo by her hair and swung your fist straight into his face.

“You must accept that I’m a little out of my mind”

A crackling sound is heard followed by the shriek of your voice- “You filthy piece of shit!”

Theo stumbles backward then grips his bleeding nose in shock- obviously not expecting you to have had such a strong hook- “You bitch!”

“I guess your mother and I have something in common then.” You spit back and his eyes widen in fury as he regains his balance and walks toward you.


“What the fuck did you just say?”

“I know that it’s dark and lonely in there for your two single braincells but I feel like the quip was quite straightforward. You are a son of a bitch.” You grit out with venom lacing your words and Draco sucks in a large breath from behind the two of you- watching the scene unfold and deciding that it’s best to let you handle it.

Theo laughs coldly and runs a fist beneath his nostrils to wipe away some dripping blood, “This is exatly why I didn’t make things official with you, you’re fucking psychotic.”

“Oh please, you’ve got to have something better than that.” You scoff and roll your eyes.

“If you can't handle the choking, the biting The loving, the smothering 'Til you can't handle it no more, no more Go home”

“You know what? You’re right.” He sniffs and bends down a little lower so that you’re both eye level- just so that he can patronise you. “You’re clingy, bitchy and honestly I could do a lot better than you looks-wise. You make me want to bash my head into a wall and the only reason I asked you to the Yule Ball, and flirted with you, was to get Daphne Greengrass’s attention.”

“Fine, since I make you so goddamn miserable we can end all of this here.” You crane your neck and shrug, “If you can’t handle me then you can fuck right off.”

“I will!”


“Theo-“ Draco calls out to the fellow Slytherin, perhaps hoping to talk him out of the stupid decision he’s about to make, but Theo’s having none of it.

“Oh, sod off!” Theo shouts back as he walks away from you and Draco and gives you both the middle finger.

You take a moment to breathe before the adrenaline runs out and the searing pain in your fist comes rushing at full force. “Ow, crap!” You exclaim as you hurriedly grab your bag from off the floor and start running toward Madame Pomfrey.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Draco shouts from behind you as he tries to run with you.

“Run faster!” You shout with a giggle as you turn to stick your tongue out at him. Then it happens.

You turn back to watch where you’re running, but it’s too late and before you know it, you’re tumbling down one of the many flights of stairs that graces Hogwarts.

~~~

“You’re such a dumb shit.” Draco mumbles from beside you with a chuckle.

“I know, shut up.” You snap back at him but you can’t hide the slight smile tugging on your lips.

After your beatdown fight with the stairs, you got carried to Madame Pomfrey’s and had to be treated for your fist injury as well as the ones you sustained from your tumble. She was quick to give you a potion for pain and immediately got started examining you- deducing that you’d sprained one of your legs and hit your head, but not hard enough to contract a concussion.

So now you’re sat in one of the beds with your leg hanging above you in a cast, a bandage wrapped around your head and one wrapped around your fist. Madame Pomfrey walks back with a wheelchair and gives you a stern look as she gently unhooks your leg and lays it down on the bed.

“Now, you’re going to need to use this for a week, then after the initial week I will examine you again and either remove your cast or put you on crutches.”

“Wait, a week?” You furrow your eyebrows and she nods, “But the Yule Ball is in three days.” You frown.

“You won’t be able to dance but you can still have a nice time.” She offers you a wayward smile and you nod faintly with a thin smile- trying not to think about how the night you’d had perfectly planned out for weeks is suddenly coming apart before your eyes.

She helps you into the wheelchair and then her and Draco have an exchange in which he promises to get you to dinner, and back to the dorms, in one piece. Then before you know it Draco is wheeling you out of the ward and toward the Great Hall, but you’re not particularly hungry and instead want to lie down.

“Draco?”

“Hm?”

“Do you mind just taking me to my dorm? I’m not in the mood to eat.”

He stops abruptly and peers his head round your shoulder so that you can see each other, “You’re not hungry? It’s apple pie night.”

“I’m not in the mood for apple pie.”

“Uh oh, what’s wrong?”

“You mean besides the fact that I technically just got cheated on and then landed myself in a wheelchair, leaving me injured and dateless three days before the Yule Ball?” You raise your eyebrows and he laughs, “Nothing really.”

“Okay that’s fair… You want to talk?” You shake your head in response and he nods silently as he thinks. “Okay, how about I bring food up to your dorm and we can sit and eat it in silence together instead?”

“I can do that.”

So Draco does as you ask, despite it being a very long trip for him, and drops you off in your dorm room before collecting dinner for you both and returning to join you.

“Give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion”

You finish up your dinner with a laugh as Draco shakes his head at you.

“That’s a ghastly dress Y/N.” He says as he looks at the y/f/c dress you’d originally picked out for the Yule Ball- before you realised that the cut was too small and wouldn’t be accommodating to your hips.

“Hey!” You gasp and toss a pillow at him as you both laugh, “Don’t be rude.”

“I don’t have that setting.”

“I noticed.” You grumble and sigh as you fall back against your headboard.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?”

You look down at your fingers as you fiddle with them and make a thinking face, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay- not knowing, I mean.” He reaches out for your hands and encapsulates them in his own, “What he did was shitty, it’s not your fault and none of the things he said about you are true. But it’s okay to be confused between anger, sadness, relief-“

“Relief?” You raise your eyebrows up at him in question with a smirk, “Why would I be relieved that he called me a clingy and psychotic bitch?”

“I-“

“I mean maybe that’s arousing for someone with a degradation kink like yourself but I found that quite demeaning.” You tease with a wide grin at the sight of his frustrated and annoyed features.

“You know I was going to offer myself up as your new date but-“ He trails off as you cut him off.

“I’m sorry! Please go with me?” You whine and he laughs.

“Since you’re begging…” You throw another pillow at him and he raises his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay! I’d love to be your date to the Yule Ball.”

“I know you would.” You smile proudly.

“Pansy will just have to deal.”

~~~

“You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand”

“Draco, are you sure this isn’t too much?” You peer your eyes up at him- referring to the dress his mother had tailor made for you.

“Y/N, my mother was more excited than you when I told her that we were going together and she could send you dresses tfor you to try- it’s nowhere near too much.” He reassures you with a chuckle.

“Thank you so much, it’s truly exquisite.”

“No, thank you.”

“For?”

“Giving me the opportunity to take the prettiest girl in our year out to the Yule Ball.”

“I don’t remember convincing Cho Chang to lower her standards to yo-“

“Why do I bother?” He mumbles to himself and you giggle.

“Thank you, and you look great too.”

“I know.” He smiles smugly before walking behind you so he can push your wheelchair. “Now let’s go in so that I can show off my incredible date and best friend.”

“If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me”

After an hour of you and Draco sitting by a table- eating, laughing, observing how ridiculous everyone looks on the dance floor- you start to feel an immense weight in the pit of your stomach, a reminder as to why you’re sat on a chair instead of dancing the night away with your date, and you have to look away from Draco to hide the tears that are pricking at your eyes.

He notices the change in your demeanor and furrows his eyebrows in confusion, trying to figure out what exactly changed your energy so quickly- then his eyes scan the room and land on Theo dancing with Daphne and a wave of realization hits him like a freight train. He clears his throat to drag your attention toward him and you swallow hard before plastering on a fake smile and meeting his eyes. “You know, she doesn’t look as good as you do.”

You tilt your head to the side in confusion for a second before registering that he’s referring to Daphne. “Oh.” You look back at her and Theo, “I really want to believe you but it’s kind of hard to do that when I’m staring straight at her holding the guy that picked her over me.”

“Bu-“

“It’s okay, really.” You give him a wayward smile, “I think I see why he likes her and not me, she’s just better.” You shrug before continuing, “There was some merit in Theo’s words that day, I am a bit much too handle and I guess she just isn’t.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” Draco furrows his eyebrows at you, “There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re not too much Y/N, you’re just enough and he’s a fool not to see what an incredible person you are.”

“Drac-“

“I love you. And not like best friend love, like you’re my soulmate and I want to spend the rest of my life with you love.” He interrupts you with his confession before he loses the nerve, once again, to tell you how much you mean to him. “And I know that we’re still young, it sounds ridiculous of me to say something like that so confidently but it’s true and I just know it.”

He takes a moment to breathe before continuing, “You don’t have to feel the same way, I honestly don’t expect you to, but I want you to know that I plan to love you forever whether it be as your best friend or more.”

“You’re such a sap.” You finally breathe out with a soft smile on your face once he’s done, “I love you too, you fucking idiot.”

“You’re so bloody rude.” He grumbles out with a grin, “But you’re still the only one for me.”

“That I am.” You laugh out with a smile. “I’m sorry that I got myself injured, we could be having our first dance right now.”

He goes silent for a moment before a grin sneaks its way onto his face suddenly, “Who said we can’t?”

“What do you mea-“

Before you can even finish he’s standing up, snaking his arms around your waist and delicately pulling you up off of your wheelchair and into his arms. You gasp at the sudden movements and struggle to find balance in his arms but he does the work for you and helps you rest one arm along his while he takes the other hand in his own fingers and holds you up by your waist- with your feet resting on his. “Is this okay? Are you comfortab-“

“It’s perfect.” You cut him off with a content sigh and a smile as you start to sway back and forth gently.

“You’re perfect.”

“I know.” You giggle.

“Cocky.” He scoffs before dropping his lips down to meet your own- making you heave another content sigh against his lips.

“Merlin, It was about time you disgusting lovebirds got together!” You hear Pansy utter from somewhere behind you and drop your head into Draco’s shoulder as you both laugh at her comment.

[snorlaxlovesme]

SoMa Week 2021 - day 2

Okay, so this is cheating because I didn’t technically write this for SoMa Week. It’s a deleted scene from a bed-sharing trope WIP that I’ll finish in the next thousand years, maybe. The tone of this scene didn’t quite match up with the rest of the story, but this scene is so exactly to my tastes as a hurt/comfort reader that I still wanted to share it.

So here’s a little something-something for day 2: Protect. 

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There’s only one bed, but Maka unquestionably gets it because Soul can’t bear to see Maka lying crumbled on the ground anymore today. Or tomorrow. Or ever again. She’s sleeping now, fuck she needs it, and Soul is hiding in the bathroom because there’s nowhere else to go.

He needs to clean this place up before they get another fine for destroying a hotel room, but Soul’s still perched on the edge of the bathtub, struggling to catch his breath. He managed to keep his hands steady as he patched up Maka just an hour before, but now he couldn’t get them to stop shaking if he tried.

He thought she was dead. He thought she was dead.

He didn’t make it out of the battle completely unscathed either. There’s a thick piece of gauze taped to his cheek that will have to be changed later, and he’s almost positive he fucked up his shoulder in a way that will need actual medical attention when they get back to the Academy, but he can’t even fathom caring about himself when all he can picture is Maka lying on the ground, not moving, while the kishin loomed over her still form. Lying on the ground almost didn’t seem to cut it, because the ragdoll position Maka was in could never be mistaken as intentional. She was tossed on the ground in an unnatural heap and Soul doesn’t even remember the resulting skirmish between himself and the kishin, just the horrible, bloodcurdling thought that Maka was dead and it was his fault.

The paralysis hex that had been placed on her had been lifted as soon as the battle was over, but that didn’t stop horrible thoughts rolling through Soul’s mind like thunder. Maka could have died. He could have watched it happen. He wasn’t able to stop it, just act after the fact.

The ribbons of pink swirling down the sink drain are enough to make him sick. Maka’s alive, but the wounds she suffered from this one time that Soul failed to protect her outweigh just about every other bad thing in the world. Soul’s breath hitches dangerously high, and his sight begins to blur.

He doesn’t notice Maka entering the bathroom until she’s right in front of him. He can’t get his breathing under control, so he can barely get out that he’s sorry if he’s woken her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Maka says, but she can’t mean that with the swelling on her cheek and the cuts covering her arms and the way she’s limping just to get closer to him.

He doesn’t want to cry in front of her, worrying her is the last thing he wants to do right now, but the tears are rolling down his face anyway as he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.

She wraps her arms around his head and pull him close to her, letting him thump his head against her collarbone.

“Everything’s okay,” she repeats, brushing her hands through his hair, soothing him when he doesn’t deserve it. “I promise, everything’s okay.”

He lets himself be soothed because he can’t breathe without her. Her stubbornness and her stupid battle strategies and her bad attitude are everything and he can’t stand that he almost lost all of that.

“Seeing you like that was fucking scary,” he murmurs into her. He doesn’t want to say it, but it needs to be said.

“I know,” she says quietly. God, she’s probably still tired. He tries to pull away, thinking if he rubs his eyes and looks away that maybe they can just pretend he didn’t have a panic attack and he can still be cool and aloof like always. But Maka doesn’t let him off the hook, bending down a little so she’s looking him right in his red-rimmed eyes. “C’mon, you need sleep.”

He lets himself be led by her back to the room, but almost throws a fit when Maka guides him to the only bed.

“No, there’s no way I get the bed today, not just because I had some crying fit, not when you’re hurt—”

She pushes him onto it anyway, still pretty goddamn strong for someone as hurt as she is. “Lay down.”

“Maka, I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.” She paces to the other side of the bed and flicks off the light. With the shades drawn and the lights out, Soul can just barely make out her silhouette as she returns to the bed, pulling the covers back and slotting herself in next to him.

The air feels very still around him. With as little jarring movements as possible, Soul lays down in bed beside her. His only option is to sleep on his left shoulder, seeing as his right still feels like its grinding around in its socket, so Soul faces away from her to avoid further discomfort to both of them.

He can feel the awkwardness between them, but he also feels so bone-deep tired that he’ll have to give in to sleep despite the weirdness of the sleeping arrangement. His eyelids are growing heavier and his mind is growing cloudier, and it’s right when he’s on the edge of sleep that he feels Maka’s forehead press in between his shoulder blades. A heat-seeking missile in need of warmth, he assumes, until one her arms wraps around his middle until she’s all but pressed against his entire back.

She doesn’t say anything, which is probably for the best since any comforting words might make him feel worse. But her small hand bunched in his t-shirt makes his heart thump a little faster and his thoughts feel a little clearer.

He shouldn’t be allowed to feel this warm and protected, not with his shitty performance today and the new scars on Maka to prove it. But he allows himself to be comforted anyway, because the feeling of Maka holding onto him is enough to quell the storm still raging in his mind. They fit together pretty well, despite her knobby elbows and his long torso and the fact that this probably isn’t even a queen-sized bed.

The smallness of the bed is the only reason Soul can come up with for Maka staying this close. For him threading his fingers through hers. For her pressing her mouth to the nape of his neck. The heat from her melts the tension from his muscles, and the beat of her heart is music for his soul.

[myrfing]

i dunno. im someone who was also like. as a kid i was very like everyone is trying to help me I just need to get it together blah blah blah went to therapy got on medication still failed Well it’s because the chemicals in your brain are messed up and you were probably just born that way Lol & it was like yeah okay. it’s nice of everyone to try to help even if it didn’t do anything or maybe it did do something since I’m not technically DEAD so. yes they held me against my will and lead me into the most shameful and shitty moments of my life but they had good intentions. Every body go to therapy! Every body do wellness! I literally was approached out of guilt by a teacher who mandated reported my shit and just told her “you did the right thing” because what else was I supposed to say. vouching for things I knew didn’t work for me, sometimes even hurt me, put me in a mindset that has more than once only fueled suicidal thoughts. at best it just exhausted me to apathy until I just drifted. But that was the Right way to go about it so I did even if I didn’t…I had no proof or no explanation. but all the while I had people who were like…damn shit DOES suck and there are reasons, fixable reasons, and we know the world can be very beautiful and is worth the effort but that doesn’t make it not suck right now. we can only beat our hands against it or eat it like a leaf maybe, yum yum and whatever. despite everything, I for some reason, want you to live, just like how you want me to live. let’s take a walk, maybe we can take some of the light outside for ourselves. and maybe it’s THAT that let me hang on moreso than any therapy session where I was told shit that didn’t land in the slightest until i just started lying to get out of it. and now that I work in social work watching kids literally beg for nothing more than SOMEONE TO TALK TO and guide them through some bad times when they leave the crisis center after their requests for housing, for finanical stability, whatever were gently sidestepped, and be told that Well you can call this office anytime :), cus you know, it is fair, professional boundaries exist for a reason, that’s not on their hours, whatever. the fucking disappointment, the giving up in their eyes. MANN. and it gets marked as a success because well now at least they’re not kicking and screaming and hurting anybody. on to the next one, surely language and semantics will fix them all. AUUUGH DUDE…

people said i was so mature and adultlike as a kid for handling how people handled me as a kid and i kind of just accepted and bought into that for a long long time, I was just a Weird Case Where It Wasn’t Working, and it was probably my fault, I lied too much and I was too lazy and had the wrong mindset or something, who knows. The system isn’t perfect and I didnt work with it well enough, nobody’s fault. but now that I’m getting older and I get to see all this from the other side of the shore it’s somehow not made me more accepting and at peace with it but rather it’s genuinely making me like. angry Lol in a way I wasnt angry before. i dont like hating social work because I spent the last 14 years writing gratitude mantras in my head about the help I did recieve because it was labeled Help even if it was useless, and thought I was so lucky dude…until I’m seeing the same thing happen to some random other kid. until I’m hearing stories about how i really DID get lucky because other people’s experiences in the system were so much worse. god

[daisys-gard3n]

I BROWSED THROUGH THE TMI TAG AND THANK GOD I DID BECAUSE I’VE BEEN HAVING A SHITTY WEEK. I LITERALLY got yelled at by my aunt, but honestly? Fucking worth it. Anyways! In return, I will not only share one, but FOUR (like those fucking shampoo-conditioner-bodywash combo bottle things, whatever the fuck they’re called) stories to share.

So the first one: I remember the first time I “rubbed the bean”. It was in middle school, and I AUTOMATICALLY told my ex-friend who had her first time not too long ago. Then, my mom calls me over, and then I remember her telling me she can see my messages, so I remember just SPAMMING my friend with messages full of nonsense. I told her I got hacked the next day. 😭

Second one: One time (I think in 9th grade?), I was having this nice ass wet dream. When I thought I came, it turns out I PISSED on my bed. I lied to my mom, saying I didn’t know if I was awake or not, which technically isn’t a lie— BUT STILL.

Third one: The time my mom walked in, and I told her I was just “scratching off an itch”. Years later, she told me that was the funniest way anyone could say “I’m not rubbing the bean!” when it was obvious as to what was happening.

Fourth and final one: This one doesn’t revolve me, but it revolves around my mom and my mama (my abuelita/grandma). So, they were trying to find something home-related (I think they were trying to find decorations? This also happened in middle school— MIDDLE SCHOOL WAS A WHOLE ASS ROLLERCOASTER FOR ME, HAVE YOU NOTICED??? Anyways, so my mama sees Adam & Eve, and for some reason, she thought it was like Home Depot or whatever home-related store it was. Well, mom goes on the website, and come to find out the first thing she sees is a cock ring.

Thanks for making me laugh! Also, your writing is absolutely delicious. Call me 🍒 anon!

Wow, the content you have shared with us on the blog today. I sort of have a similar story like the third one, I was just doing my business and had the covers over me and my sister suddenly bursts in and starts nagging me for drinking her soda without asking. Like yes, it was my fault, but can't you bitches knock.

And one time i found my mother's dildo...she never used it and she ordered it from wish...my dumbass 16 year old brain tried to use it and figured out the tight coochie disorder bc i def hurt a lot when i tried to shove it in lol

OH AND LEMME TELL YOU THIS- I was in Japan for a summer vacation and I went to Akihabara, there was a tall building where one of the higher floors had costumes. I thought it was a cosplay store, so I walk in while wheeling my grandmother on her wheelchair in and...It's a sex store...Just a full porno of a woman sucking a dude off playing on a TV and a wall of hitachi vibrators on display...I yeeted out of there so quick and my uncle had to wheel my grandmother out-

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Jimercury Advent Calendar (Day 24)

Chestnuts Roasting on An Open Fire 🔥

Warning: Joe drops lots of F bombs

As far as Freddie was concerned, this entire mess was Joe’s fault.

It could be argued that Delilah was technically the catalyst for the unfortunate chain of events that had occurred during Christmas lunch; she was, after all, the one who ran under Joe’s feet just as he entered the dining room with the turkey, causing him to lose his balance and drop the steaming dish right onto the dining room floor. But Freddie was never one to lay the blame on his fluffy four-legged babies, and instead gave Joe a heated lecture about watching where he was going.

Joe’s rebuttal involved a spoonful of cranberry sauce and Freddie’s forehead.

‘Cut it out, you two.’ Jim chastised, as Phoebe wedged himself between the squabbling pair to keep them from killing each other. ‘We’ll just have to get another turkey.’

‘Good luck with that.’ Peter Straker grunted, taking a sip of wine. ‘It’s Christmas Day, the shops will be cleared out.’

‘We could always split my nut roast.’ Suggested Brian, earning a glare from all the omnivores at the table.

In the end, Joe volunteered to go out on a turkey hunt, which was probably for the best, given that he still seemed hell bent on caving Freddie’s head in with his spatula for his remarks. Not wanting the rest of the meal to go to waste, everyone spent the next few hours chowing down on the side dishes (Brian smugly tucking into his nut roast) until the front door to the house swung open and Joe walked in, noticeably dishevelled, a turkey shoved under his arm.

A very alive turkey.

‘Liza!’ Freddie screamed, almost dropping his knife and fork. ‘What the bloody fuck is that?!’

‘It’s a turkey, Freddie.’ Joe replied, as if the man was an idiot. ‘Have you never seen one before?’

‘Where on earth did you get a live turkey?’ Asked Mary, watching as the hideous looking bird strutted about the dining room, checking out its new surroundings. ‘There isn’t a farm out here for miles.’

‘A very nice man down the road happens to breed the buggers. He gave me this one for half price because the females are scrawnier.’

‘I’ll say!’ Grumbled Roger. ‘There’s no meat on her at all! How the hell is she going to feed nine of us?’

‘Wait a minute – please don’t tell me you’re planning to kill her.’ Brian looked horrified.

Joe frowned. ‘Well, yes. What else are we going to do with her?’

--

‘-and that’s why I concur that it’s morally unethical to kill the turkey!’

Freddie’s declaration made half the table groan, while the other half nodded in agreement.

‘So, that’s four for killing the turkey and five against killing the turkey.’ Said John, tallying up the results on his napkin. ‘The ball’s in your court, Piers. If it ends in a draw, we settle the matter with rock, paper, scissors.’

Piers went pale, adjusting his collar uncomfortably as every pair of eyes in the room fell upon him expectantly. He glanced over at the turkey, who was sitting in the corner preening her feathers, and swallowed the lump in his throat. ‘I don’t really lean too heavily either way.’

More groaning, promptly followed by a loud, ‘for fuck’s sake!’ from Joe.

‘This is a load of bollocks!’ Snapped Roger. ‘It’s a bloody turkey, we eat them all the time! Quick bang on the head and it won’t feel a thing.’

‘Are you volunteering to murder the turkey, Roger?’ Brian asked with a raised brow.

The drummer’s face went red. ‘It’s not murder! It’s necessary slaughter so that I can have a decent Christmas lunch! Now, shut up and hand me a knife!’

‘Oh no you don’t!’ Jim blocked Roger’s way before he could advance on the poor bird. ‘We’re not killing Trixie and that’s final!’

‘Trixie?’ Peter slapped a hand over his forehead. ‘Jim, darling, you’re not supposed to name it. If you name it, you’ll get attached to it.’

‘I’m not sure I’m comfortable killing a named turkey.’ Said John.

Roger threw the knife down in frustration. ‘Well, one of you fuckers better do it. I’m not eating Brian’s shitty nut roast!’

--

They ate Brian’s nut roast. Trixie the turkey clucked away happily on Jim’s lap, pecking at the handful of nuts the Irishman offered her every few minutes, while Roger glared daggers at her from the head of the table.

After a slightly awkward lunch, Freddie announced they would delay doing the dishes and skip right to opening the presents to clear the air. Phoebe excused himself to go upstairs and bring down the last of the gifts while the others gathered round the tree, hoping that a bit of festive spirit would make up for their less than satisfactory dinner.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on their side that day; Phoebe came strolling down the stairs, gift boxes piled high past his head and failed to notice the stray turkey feather lying hazardously on one of the steps. Seconds later, he’d fallen on his arse and the gifts were flying through the air, the heaviest one smacking Mary in the head, as she appeared at the bottom of the staircase to offer a hand.

‘I’m beginning to think this house is cursed.’ Joe took a long swig of wine straight from the bottle, while the others gathered around Mary on the couch, desperately trying to bring her round.

‘Call an ambulance!’ Freddie cried. ‘Jesus Christ, what was in that parcel? It’s knocked her clean out!’

‘A typewriter!’ Peter held the offending present up. ‘Thanks Freddie!’

‘We don’t need an ambulance.’ Jim came wading through the crowd, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a shot glass in the other. ‘A small sip of the old scotch and she’ll be right as rain.’

‘Are you sure that’s a good idea, Jim?’ Phoebe asked uncertainly. ‘You know what a lightweight Mary is. Remember Freddie’s 40th when you gave her that rum and coke?’

‘Don’t remind me. I can still taste the lipstick.’ Said Joe with a shudder.

‘Trust me.’ Jim carefully placed the glass under Mary’s nose, until her eyes fluttered open. ‘There, you see? Get some of this down you, love, it’ll make you feel better.’

It appeared Miss Austin would live to see another day, though the way she knocked back the whiskey and asked for a refill without so much as a shiver was rather concerning.

--

‘Explain to me how you managed to “accidentally” set the turkey on fire!’ Brian snapped, as Jim patted down a very traumatised Trixie with a tea towel, smoke still wafting off her singed feathers.

‘My foot slipped!’ Roger insisted.

‘Liar! You kicked her on purpose!’

‘Those are fighting words, Brian!’

The brawl that followed was only de-escalated when John picked up the creamer that held the brandy sauce for the Christmas pudding and promptly poured it over both their heads.

--

‘Delilah, this isn’t funny!’ Freddie was on all fours by the fireplace, shouting up the chimney which the calico had decided to venture into for no apparent reason other than to annoy him. ‘You have no business being up there, now come down this instant before you hurt yourself!’

‘Don’t worry, Freddie. Cats always land on their feet.’ Peter assured him, picking up one of the mince pies sitting on the coffee table, trying to ignore Roger and Brian cursing at each other in the background. ‘Have you tried using food to get her down?’

‘She won’t even budge for tuna.’ Freddie motioned to the open can. ‘Honestly, she’s never shown any interest in this bloody chimney, but she picks today of all days!’

He stuck his head up further. ‘Delilah, you’re being a very naughty girl! Get down here right now, or I’ll-’

A loud screech echoed from inside the chimney and Delilah suddenly tumbled right out onto Freddie’s head, a giant cloud of soot following close behind.

--

‘I think you’ve had enough, Mary.’ Said Jim, holding the woman at arm’s length as she tried to peck him on the cheek again. ‘Maybe you should sit down.’

He had thought taking her into the conservatory would help clear her head, maybe sober her up a bit, but it only seemed to make things worse; Mary floated around the place as elegantly as an elephant, burying her face into Jim’s potted plants and making the same comments about the weather over and over while taking shot after shot of whiskey.

‘I’m fiiine.’ The woman slurred, putting her lips to her glass again, only to discover it was empty. She shrugged and popped it between her cleavage, making Jim’s face burn. ‘This is such a fun party, isn’t it? The whiskey is absolutely deli…delic…it’s lovely.’

Where the fuck is Piers when you need him? Jim swore internally, as he steered the drunk woman to the little loveseat by the window. This has got to be the longest bathroom break in human history.

Before he could safely sit Mary down, Trixie zoomed past, squawking frantically as Romeo chased after her. Jim was taken by surprise and lost his balance, the cushions on the loveseat breaking his fall as he landed on his back, unintentionally bringing Mary down on top of him. The turkey and her pursuer disappeared through the door and back into the hallway, practically leaving a trail of dust.

‘You know, Jim,’ Mary hiccupped, her face so close he could practically taste the alcohol on her breath, ‘I’m not wearing any underwear…’

--

‘Joe, what the fuck have you done?’ Phoebe yelled, using one of the serving trays as a shield to protect himself from the many chestnuts ricocheting off the walls. ‘Didn’t you score them before you put them in the oven?!’

‘Fuck your chestnuts.’ Joe took another swig of wine from the bottle, leaning on the kitchen counter to steady himself. He barely noticed when another nut popped and flew over his head, missing him by an inch. ‘Fuck your chestnuts and fuck Christmas. Fucking commercial holiday. Money, money, money, that’s all they fucking care about.’

‘Joe!’ Phoebe screamed, ducking and dodging the popping nuts as if they were bullets. ‘For God’s sake!’

‘Fucking Freddie and his fucking cats…’ Joe swayed on the spot, stifling a belch. ‘Blaming me for wrecking the turkey I spent hours slaving over, when it was fucking Delilah’s fault. And then I go get him a nice, fresh turkey and what thanks do I get? We adopt the fucking turkey! Of course we do! Because this is Garden fucking Lodge, and we can’t just have a nice normal Christmas like everyone else. I fucking hate this place, fuck-’

Another nut flew through the air, hitting the bottle in Joe’s hand and completely shattering it, spilling wine all over the floor, counter and Joe’s front, so the place looked like a crime scene.

Phoebe strongly considered handing in his notice then and there.

--

‘You know, it’s not too late to run for the hills, darling.’ Said Freddie miserably. ‘No one would blame you if you did.’

‘Don’t be silly.’ Jim replied, wiping a smear of Mary’s lipstick off the corner of his mouth. ‘As far as Christmases go, this could have been a lot worse.’

Freddie, covered from head to toe in soot, gave him a deadpan stare.

The living room looked like the aftermath of Pompeii. Brian and Roger were drying their hair by the fire, having finally managed to wash all the brandy sauce out. John was having a staring match with Tiffany over the last pig in blanket on the coffee table. Phoebe was hoovering up the stray turkey feathers, while Trixie followed at his heels, chirping away. Peter was testing out his new typewriter, a very sooty Delilah cleaning herself on the cushion beside him. Piers was trying to sober Mary up with a glass of water, though she seemed far more interested in getting into his pants. And Joe was slumped in the corner, singing an unintelligible tune, wine staining his face and shirt, so he looked like a serial killer.

‘Hey Freddie.’ Freddie turned at the sound of Jim’s voice and saw the Irishman was holding a small, soot-covered mistletoe above their heads. ‘Merry Christmas.’

The singer cocked a brow. ‘Really, Jim?’

‘Believe me, this wasn’t half as crazy as Christmases back home. Now, give us a kiss.’

‘I worry about you sometimes.’ Freddie laughed, rubbed the soot off his lips and leaned in to kiss his husband.

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ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 2182

A/N: This is for @serowotonin​! [for Luna’s Valentines Day collab] Ik I said I was doing Atsumu bc “I was bored” but I always say “imagine being bored” and truly, I haven’t been bored for so long. I forgot that this was for the collab for a fat moment then when you saw the preview I was like, “Wait- no- it’s a surprise.” 

Premise: You and Atsumu are cleaning out the apartment, when you find a few letters you thought you would never see again… 

“Oi, (y/n), look at what I found,” you heard Atsumu say, leaning over the contents of a drawer he had been sifting through. 

“What?” you walked over to see what he had found. The two of you were cleaning out the apartment, as you were going to be moving out soon. Atsumu had a habit of keeping things that connected him to an important memory of his, unless he wanted to forget it- and this was one of them. You didn’t know he kept them- actually, it did make sense of him to, but you had simply forgotten about it and you somehow expected the same for him. You looked down to see what he had in his hands, and your face literally went emotionless as you saw the letter in his hands. 

You really didn’t mind the letters, for the most part. Actually, they held dear to you. However, that first one… you were grateful for it, but you also remembered just how bad you wanted to buy a grave space and bury it for eternity back then... 

Miya Atsumu.

This was a dare. This is a love letter. For Valentines. Happy valentines day. If you have extra chocolate, send me some. 

Sincerest thanks, (y/n). 

Atsumu usually threw away the letters he received every Valentines. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude; it was just that there were too many letters for him to read (and reply to), so he usually just threw them out. Osamu often teased him for this; he boasted that he at least read his letters.

“Oi, ‘Samu, look at this one,” Atsumu called out to his brother. 

“What?” Osamu looked at him, with a face of disbelief. “Yer actually lookin’ at them?”

“Nah, not really, but this one’s hilarious,” Atsumu laughed. 

“Okay, not funny, keep yer lame humor to yourself.” 

----------------

“(y/n), truth or dare,” (b/f/n) asked. 

You smiled, “Dare.” 

“Hmmm… alright, send a love letter to Miya Atsumu- it has to be at least one line long.”

“I’m- okay then.” 

You brought out a piece of paper, wrote the first things that came to mind, and once you reached one line, you stopped. You folded the paper and grabbed whatever envelope you could find and sealed it with tape. The dare required actually giving the letter, much to your dismay, but it wasn’t like you could back down from a dare. After all, it was (b/f/n), and the nonstop teasing would definitely occur if you failed to complete the dare. 

Dearest (y/n), 

I did in fact receive your rather interesting letter, and I have decided to bring you some chocolate as you wished. I wish you, as well, a very happy valentine’s day this year.

Most sincerely, Atsumu. 

Atsumu was intrigued enough to write a reply; in fact, he decided to write in the most formal way possible. He knew from the letter that you were either a tsundere or someone who was actually dared to do so, and decided that it would be fun entertainment for the both of you. 

When you received the letter, you were surprised to see a reply. It was known he didn’t send out replies, yet you had received one. As you read it, you felt a need to reply; you’d simply feel bad if you didn’t. However, what was there to talk about? How the chocolates were good? He had stuck it on your first period desk, out in the open. And you also sincerely wondered what was with the overly formal tone. You do remember writing the most shitty letter you’ve ever written to him, and that volleyball-obsessed dude just writes something formal to you? Baffles the mind.

Well, then, if he was going to reply, you would too. 

Miya Atsumu,

Thanks for the chocolate- your fans make pretty good chocolate, I have to say. Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, ‘cause all ya focus on is just volleyball. Anyways, what was with the overly formal tone- ya like me or somethin’? Would be funny if ya did and I turned ya down. XD  

(y/n) 

You never really thought of Miya Atsumu, but this really sparked your interest. It was amusing, his reactions. It was definitely something you didn’t expect- you actually didn’t expect a reply at all. The reply you received was definitely out of the ordinary as well, one you never thought a hotshot volleyball player would write. It seemed he was interested in you in some ways- and you as well. 

(y/n),

Pfffft, you think I might like ya? I just thought yer letter was interestin’, that’s all. Ya really think I can’t make chocolate? Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, I’ll show you. I make you chocolate myself and we’ll see how it tastes. Just you watch, I’ll make ya say I make the best chocolate ever! 

Atsumu. 

You saw that in your shoe locker the next morning- and everyone saw it. You were beginning to regret actually replying to him, but there was no backing out now. (b/f/n) really hit the goal here, for her. People were probably talking about it. It’s always some event that involves romance that catches everyone’s eye. And since it was just after valentine’s, everyone would automatically assume it was a love letter. In reality, it was simply a little bit of playful banter. 

You wondered if people actually knew who it was. You hoped not; it would gather way too much attention for your liking. You’d have an entire fanclub after you, and it was definitely (b/f/n)’s fault that you got into this entire mess. You had absolutely no idea if anyone saw him slip that into your shoe locker, since it had probably been there for a good hour or so before you and most of the other students got there. In any case, there was nothing you could do about people knowing things they already know, so you headed onto class. It was exam week, and you sighed; it would be a long day. 

When you arrived at homeroom, you were not-so-pleasantly surprised with what you found at your desk. You just wanted a quiet day; go to school, take the tests, and get out so you could relax at home. But no, you just had to see this and you knew there was a thing called rumors you had to deal with. Well, you could just be like “whatever” and not care, but you definitely knew who’d be after you, for real. Atsumu’s fanbase was quite scary, and definitely large- a group of people one would regret messing with. 

“Ugh- what am I going to do with this chocolate now, he gave me a lot yesterday…” 

“(y/n)! Oiiii, you got chocolate?! From who from who-”

“(b/f/n), if you say a word, you are going to be dead to me.”

“...” she looked away, but then turned to you again and whispered in your ear. “So, Miya Atsumu, who has a fanbase, likes you.” 

“I’m- no-”

“But what I’m seeing says otherwise?”

“Ugh, you’re coming to my house and you are going to pay for that dare.” 

“Oh ho ho, seems like I started something…” “Bet you did.”

Pisshead Atsumu

LMAO bet ya didn’t make the chocolate, yer terrible at lying <///3 seen this chocolate before. And like wtf you put a box of chocolate on my desk with YOUR NAME on it. Ya know that people will do a thing called assuming things, right? Smh, think before you act. Anyways, I’m counting on ya to fix up this mess.

(y/n)

When you finished class, the first thing you did was write the note. You were absolutely paranoid with this mess, and you were going to have Atsumu fix it. Yes, you did technically initiate contact first, but that was (b/f/n)’s fault and this could’ve avoided this if he hadn’t pulled off a whole stunt. 

It was already around 6 when he saw the note. A small smirk filled his expression, he was so sure that he would be able to get a good reaction out of (y/n). It was written on scrap paper, the back of a phys. ed worksheet. You wrote it in a rush, very obviously. That wasn’t really what caught his attention though; he was puzzled as to how he would fix this. Tell his fans to fuck off? Osamu would tease him for eternity.

“Oi, what’cha starin’ at?” he heard Osamu nag. “Mom’s waitin’ for us for dinner.”

“Hey, ‘Samu…  ya know how to fix this?” 

“... ARE YOU AN IDIOT- YOU ARE AN IDIOT.”

“I AM NOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT HERE!” 

“SAYS THE ONE WHO GOT INTO A MESS LIKE THIS!” 

“Oi, ya shouldn’t be fightin’ at this hour,” the two heard Kita say, as he gave them a certain look. “... ‘m sorry…” the twins apologized.

Even after a fulfilling dinner made by their mother and a nice, hot shower, Atsumu still couldn’t think of a solution. Osamu almost snitched on him, but he decided that there was enough on their mom’s plate of problems at the moment. 

“What if ya said you were dating?” Osamu offered. 

“HAH?! ARE YA INSANE?!” Atsumu yelled at him.

“That would explain what happened at valentine’s.” 

“But there’s nothin’ between us-”

“Yer fanclub wouldn’t really believe anythin’ else.”

“Yeah…” 

(y/n),

Can we meet when practice ends at 6 on Thursday?

M. Atsumu.

“... I’m- Is he just going to apologize then run away? Tch.” you sighed. You had the idea that Miya Atsumu was overconfident and carefree, but not to this extent. The least he could do was fix this- he had power over his fandom and what people said about him, unlike you. You had to go, it wasn’t like you really had much of a choice if you wanted to talk it out and fix it. 

“Hey, (y/n) are you and Atsumu dating?” one of your classmates asked, and a bunch of others hovered around the table, waiting to hear a response. (b/f/n) had told you rumors had spread around the entire school; you figured that would’ve happened. Any topic related to the twins spread like wildfire, especially the blonde-haired one. 

“... Can you not try to pry into my private life?” you replied, which you instantly realized was exactly a wrong answer to give. This implied that you were in fact dating Atsumu secretly, and you just made your life 10x worse. You figured you should just tell everyone what had happened, then the blame would be on (b/f/n)- it should preferably be placed on Atsumu, since he started it, really. 

When you met him at 6pm, you expected no contribution from him. Instead, you were met with a solid plan for something you weren’t really happy about, but it seemed the easiest to convince the public of a story they put out. 

“(y/n)... let’s tell them that we’re dating.”

“Hmm… well, they already think that…”

“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” “It’s fine. All we can do is move forward, I guess.”

“Yeah… ‘Samu gave me this solution; it’s all I have, I’m sorry if it’s-”

“It’s fine. Let’s go through with it. Just protect me from the crazy fangirls; that’s all I want.”

“Ya.” 

“And we’ll need to put together a coherent story; what’s yer number?” 

“Ahaha, seriously, maybe (b/f/n)’s a prophet. She told me that she was aiming for somethin’ to happen between us,” you commented, remembering what happened years and years ago. 

“Ya were just so unnecessarily worried about the fangirls,” Atsumu mentioned. 

“Oi! Yer fangirls were hella scary back then…” 

That night, you stayed up coming up with a story, which ended with the two of you breaking up so that you could go on your separate ways again. However, the story didn’t last too long, as (b/f/n)’s parent’s investigations went a little too far and spread the truth a little too much. (b/f/n) is one thing, but you had almost forgotten her parents were another, seriously. They’d been a little busy over the last few years, thus the lack of investigations of local drama, but they had been doing so for decades, what could you expect from them? 

Nothing was Atsumu’s fault to the fanclub, unless he seriously convinced them that it was. You were guilty until proven innocent. Unbeknownst to you until after, he gave them a whole (to be honest, not-so-great) speech on how he kind of went too far with the joke, but also placed the blame on everyone else for assuming things. People were absolutely ridiculous; their ideas and their insane imagination should learn that the left side of the brain exists too. 

“Funny how we met again after college, after all that time.”

“Ya… a real wonder” 

Another A/N: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ‘TSUMU FORGIVE ME IF I WROTE HIM LIKE, WRONG IN THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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