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twirlyleafs · 4 months

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”Start of the season-drama” pt2

Max Verstappen x reader

TW: slight angst, raised voices

A/N: thank you sooo much for the support on part one!! doing a lil happy dance because of u xx

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Max had tried calling you over fifty times the past three days but you refused to answer. You didn’t know if it was because you were still upset with him or because you were just that ashamed, but you couldn’t find it in you to talk to him. You had hope that there was a reasonable explanation for the photos but no matter how hard you tried to come up with one they all ended with you heartbroken. You were terrified Max would confirm any of them.

You read his texts and listened to his voice messages, responding that you’d talk to him when he’d get back. When he threatened to take an early flight, missing the race, you told him he was being dramatic and then you wished him good luck. Max stopped trying to reach you after that.

You had called in sick to work Friday and Saturday, staying home to simultaneously write and watch the qualifying and the race. You weren’t surprised to see Max bring home another win, but you felt bad when you noticed his seemingly bad mood in the post-race interviews. You could just assume you were the reason for the constant frown on his face and the dark circles under his eyes.

Sunday afternoon rolled in and you were restless. The fact that Max would be arriving back home tomorrow was starting to freak you out and you forced yourself to keep busy at all times not to overthink everything more than you already were. Currently you were standing on your tiptoes on one of the bar chairs, dusting the top of the bookshelves that were lining one wall in the living room. It obviously hadn’t been done in years and didn’t necessarily need to be done now either, but it was something to do. You were so caught up in your work that you hadn’t noticed the sound of the front door being unlocked, the bags being dropped on the floor or someone entering the room. Max stopped on the other side of the room, brows furrowed as he took you in. You were wearing one of his shirts, by the look of it one of his oldest ones and he knew you would’ve had to dug deep in the drawers for that one. As you reached the top shelf it rode up enough for him to see that you were wearing a pair of his boxers too and for some reason he melted slightly at the fact that you were dressed all in his clothes.

“Be careful.” You flinched, a gasp leaving your lips as your head spun around to follow the sudden sound. Max eyes widened as you wobbled for a second before regaining your balance and he thanked god he didn’t cause you to fall.

“Max, you’re home already?” You were confused, trying to figure out if your calculations had been wrong. He nodded, having to stop himself from walking over to help you as you climbed down from the chair.

“I took an early flight, left right after the podium.” He paused for a second, feeling the anger he’d felt for the past few days bubbling up again. “Felt a bit stressed to get back here since my girlfriend has been refusing to talk to me.” You bit down on the inside of your cheeks, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Congrats on the win, you were-“ you began, but Max cut you off. He had told himself to keep calm, talk this through, but he felt the plan collapse almost immediately. He couldn’t deny the frustration.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t want a congratulation from you y/n, I want an explanation! I want to know what the fuck happened on Thursday?” His voice was sharp, arms crossed over his chest. You looked away.

“What happened was that I wanted to come see you, but you said no.” You shrugged, the frown on your face deepening.

“I didn’t say no, I said it was unnecessary- that’s not even the issue here. The thing I’m most upset- confused over is you said I had some girl?”

“I saw the pictures Max.” You glared at him, all the hurt and confusion and anger from the past few days coming back. “I saw you with her.“

Max looked even more bewildered than a second ago, flailing his arms out in exasperation. “Who?! What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your fucking date to the banquet!” You exclaimed, raising your voice to match his. “The girl you snuck away with when you didn’t think anyone would see!” Max just stared at you with wide eyes, lips opening and parting in confusion. You, however, took his silence as a sign of guilt. “I get that you’d want a girl who’s willing to follow you everywhere, who’s willing to give up her own life to be your trophy but fuck, Max, I thought you’d at least give me a heads up.”

”I didn’t bring a fucking date to the banquet, where are you getting this from? What fucking photos?”

Without another word you reached for your phone, searching up the tweet that started this whole mess. Zooming in on the photo where he was cupping her cheeks you handed him the phone, crossing your arms over your chest the second he grabbed it from you. Max stared down at the screen, eyebrows going up before they were pushed together. Slowly he looked up at you again.

“Baby-“ he began with a sigh, the apologetic tone of his voice had you assuming he was about to confess to cheating on you. The anger was quickly replaced with hurt and a shockwave of sadness. Suddenly your vision was watery and you took a step back, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. Max seemed to understand, quickly shaking his head.

“It’s not what you think, not what it looks like.”

“Oh come on-“ you sniffed, but Max wouldn’t have it.

“No, I get how that sounds but just let me explain. That’s Rebecca, you’ve met her. Tommy’s daughter.” You had to rummaged through your brain for a second before you could place the name. Rebecca was the daughter of one of Redbulls mechanics. You’d met her a few times during races, she was a sweet girl. Your eyes widened slightly.

“Isn’t she like seventeen?”

“Yeah!”

You stared at him, even more chocked than a moment before. Max saw the look on your face and quickly shook his head. A shiver ran up his spine at the realization of what you were thinking.

“God no! Not like that. She was at the banquet with Tommy but something happened, I think someone tried to pressure her into drinking and stuff- I met her when I came from the restroom and she was crying so I brought her out, away from everyone.” Max looked down at the photo again, frowning. “Away from the cameras, I thought. She was hyperventilating and I all could think about is when you’re having a panic attack so I did what I do then, I held her and I forced her to breathe with me.” When he looked back up you were already staring at him, lips slightly parted in chock. Max tossed your phone into the couch, taking a careful step closer to you. “That’s it. That’s all that happened. I did what you taught me.”

“God.” You let out a shaky breath, hiding your face behind your hands. Out of all the scenarios you’d constructed over the past few days, none even came close to this. Max hadn’t cheated, he hadn’t even been close to. He’d helped an innocent girl, doing for her what he always did for you when you suffered from anxiety. The guilt was slowly settling in your stomach. Max watched you softly shake your head before you carefully glanced at him between fingers. “Max I’m so sorry.” You saw him visibly relax when he realized you accepted his explanation and a second later he sunk down in the couch, seemingly exhausted. With a deep breath he leaned back, closing his eyes.

“Fuck.” He sighed, reaching up to rub his forehead. “I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out what I did and why you were so mad and not once did it occur to me that it might’ve been this.” Things were quiet after that. You crawled up on the barstool, pulling your knee to your chest, as Max stayed half laying down in the couch. Leaning your cheek against your knee you watch his chest rise and fall slower and slower. You almost thought he’d fallen asleep when he suddenly spoke again. “Did you think I cheated on you?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, making Max open his eyes to look at you. You felt your heart clench at the sad look on his face. “I love you Max, and I know you love me but-“

“But?” He asked softly, moving to sit up properly. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and watched your through thick lashes. You took a deep breath.

“But sometimes I worry I’m not what you want. I know a lot of the others wife’s and girlfriends come to every race and you know, follow you guys around the world. I would understand if you’d want that too. You’re always talking about how I should quit my job and- well I saw the pictures and I guess all my insecurities came to life and I freaked out. I’m sorry.” You reached up to swiftly wipe away a stray tear and Max frowned. He reached a hand out, waving it as to call you over. You got the hint and slid down from the chair, carefully padding across the floor to him. The second you were within reach he pulled you down in his lap and you could practically feel yourself melt into him. God you’d missed having him close.

“You are everything I want.” Max mumbled against the top of your head and you felt shivers run up your spine. You opened your mouth to answer but quickly shut it again when you felt the lump in your throat, a few tears spilling over as you blinked. Max let his arms snake even tighter around you as he heard you sniff quietly against his chest. “I love how much you value your job and I’m so proud of you for actually being able to handle both studying and working at the same time.” You felt his fingers press softly into your side as he spoke, voice hushed and gentle. “I tell the guys all the time how smart you are, how much I admire you.”

“But I’m never there for you.” You whispered and Max carefully shifted the two of you enough so that he could look down at you. His eyes flickered between yours, hand moving up to wipe your tears.

“You’re always there for me. Maybe not in person, but I always know I have you. Like you always know you have me, right?” He waited for you to nod before he continued. “I can race on my own, just like you work on your own. Whats important to me is that I get to come home to you.” He carefully picked an eyelash from your cheek as you processed his words. When he met your eyes again he offered a small smile, tilting his head slightly. “That being said, if I could I’d spend every second literally glued to your side but apparently that’s not healthy.” You laughed at that and the smile on Maxs face widened. With something between a sigh and a chuckle you dropped your forehead back against his chest.

“I’m sorry again Maxie.” You mumbled against his shirt, feeling it vibrate as he hummed.

“Don’t worry about it schatje.” He pulled you with him to lay down in the couch and it barely took a second before the two of you were comfortably entangled in each other. “Honestly, it was kind of nice seeing you that jealous. It’s an achievement from my part, without even knowing.” He joked, earning another laugh from you as you lifted your head to look at him.

“First place the first two races of the season wasn’t enough achievements for you?”

The grin almost took up Maxs whole face and you giggled at the proud twinkle in his eyes. Before he had time to say something that would have you slap him, you leaned in to press your lips against his instead.

Max was home and everything was alright.

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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Never Forgot

Based on this post.

Steve knew something was wrong when she ran out of the room, choking back tears.

He felt bad, felt like there was something missing, but he didn’t remember her. Thinking about it, he realized he didn’t really remember anything.

“Robin?” Dustin asked when she all but ran out of the hospital room.

She stifled a sob and collapsed onto the bench next to him, holding a hand over her mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tears welled in her eyes. “Dustin, he… he doesn’t remember me.”

Dustin took a deep breath and very carefully did not freak out. “Okay. You stay here, I’ll go talk to him. See if we can shake it loose or something.” He rolled his eyes at the look she gave him. “Not literally, Buckley, jeez. Keep your pants on.”

He squared his shoulders and walked into the hospital room. Steve looked fine, if tired—hospital lighting never did anyone any favors—but the absent smile he sent Dustin spoke volumes. “Hi,” he said quietly, stilted in a way he never was anymore. Not with Dustin. “Um, can you apologize to her for me? She seemed really upset and I’m not sure what I did but I think it’s my fault.”

Dustin sighed and sat in the chair by Steve’s hospital bed. “You really don’t remember her, huh.” It wasn’t a question, so Steve didn’t answer. “And I’m guessing you don’t remember me, either?”

Steve picked at the blanket on his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Jesus fuck,” Dustin whispered, screwing his eyes shut. “Don’t apologize, Jesus, it’s not your fault. It just… sucks.”

Steve snorted. “Imagine waking up and only remembering one person.”

Dustin looked up at him sharply. “One person?”

Steve shrugged. “Guess I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn’t, yeah.”

“Boyfriend?” Dustin blinked. “Steve, you’re not dating anyone.”

Steve frowned. “I am. Maybe you don’t know him? Eddie? Eddie Munson?”

“Eddie- Christ, Steve, of course I know Eddie, and you two aren’t dating. You’re, like, as straight as they come.”

“No- no, I am, I’m dating him, I’m- we’re-”

“Whoa, okay, hold up, calm down,” Dustin said, holding his hands out. “It’s fine, dude, okay, we’ll figure it out later but I don’t think you should be stressing this hard after just waking up.”

Steve hummed. “What, uh. What actually happened to me?”

Dustin sighed. “The doctors said your body essentially performed a hard reset. You’ve been running on fumes for too long. You collapsed from sheer exhaustion. At least you didn’t hit your head this time, though maybe that would’ve prevented you from losing your memory, so who fuckin’ knows.”

“Language,” Steve chided, then blinked when Dustin looked at him excitedly. “I don’t know where that came from.”

Dustin just laughed. It was only a little forced. “You’re just incapable of not being a mom.”

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Robin went back in next, lightly tapping Dustin’s shoulder as she passed him in the doorway. He shook his head, and her heart sank. “He-” Dustin shook his head, bit his lip. “He thinks he and Eddie are dating. Eddie’s the only person he remembers.”

Robin gave him a little half-smile. “He’s had a crush on Eddie for a while. I didn’t realize it was this bad, but.” She shrugged. “I’ll talk to him. You call everyone else?”

“Yeah.”

She took a deep breath and walked into the room. “So,” she started. “You really don’t remember?”

Steve shook his head, eyebrows pinched. “I’m sorry. I wish I did.”

“Dustin said you remember one person?”

“Mhm. Eddie.”

“Right. And you and Eddie? What are you?”

Steve frowned even deeper. “Boyfriends. If we’re this close, shouldn’t you know that?”

Robin shrugged. “I’d like to think so. That’s why Dustin and I aren’t convinced you are dating. Maybe your memories are just… really vivid daydreams.”

“You really think so?”

Robin sighed heavily. “I don’t know what to think, Steve. Hell, I didn’t even know how bad it was until you collapsed. Some soulmate I am.”

“With a capital P,” Steve said, holding up a hand before Robin could say anything. “Sometimes certain memories are triggered. It’s… like a puzzle piece slotting into place. But I’ve got about a million more pieces missing. I can’t see what that specific piece connects to.”

Robin hums. “Okay. So you remember Eddie. And if I say Hellfire..?” Steve just frowned. “Or… Metallica?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, I know that one.”

“Did you know that before I said it?”

Steve nodded. “Hellfire’s related to Eddie?”

Robin chuckled. “You could say that.”

“What is it?”

She laughed again. “I think I’ll let your boyfriend explain that one.”

“Even though you don’t believe we’re dating.”

Robin spread her hands. “Soulmates with a capital P, Steve. I can’t think of any reason you wouldn’t at least tell me. Especially since you know—err, knew—I’m a lesbian.”

Steve frowned. “Maybe Eddie didn’t want to? Does he know?”

“Yup.”

“Oh.” He frowned again. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

She sighed. “I’m not asking you to have all the answers. Especially now. Just… think about it, yeah?”

“I will,” he promised. “Um. Are you okay?”

“Jesus, Steve.” Robin laughed. It was only mostly hysterical. “Of course you’d still be thinking about everyone else. I’m fine. Or- I will be. You just take care of yourself, dingus.”

He chuckled. “Will do, Robbie.”

She sighed. “Another puzzle piece?” He nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna go track down Dustin and see where he’s at with all the other ankle-biters.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” She lingered for a half-second, then sighed again and walked out.

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He was released two days later. Drove himself home, Robin in the passenger seat and Dustin in the back row. Dustin quizzed him about the rest of the Party the whole way home, made sure Steve knew their names forwards, backwards and upside down, as well as what everyone was like. “Max is kickass,” he said. “Like, she’ll absolutely smile in your face as she knees you in the balls. And it’s the kinda smile that strikes fear into a man. She’s awesome. And-”

“Okay,” Steve said, amused. He didn’t know how Dustin could go that long without a breath. “I’ll know what you’re talking about as soon as we get out of the car and get inside, right?”

Dustin yelped when he looked up to see them parked before scrambling out the door and running inside.

Steve grinned at Robin, who grinned back, before they made their way inside, albeit at a slower pace than Dustin had.

Steve vaguely recognized everybody, but his attention focused in on a very specific person. “Eds.”

Eddie smiled, small and soft and sweet, one of Steve’s favorites. “Heya, Stevie.”

Suddenly he couldn’t help himself. He had to be with Eddie, right then, it couldn’t wait, so he didn’t. Practically flung himself at Eddie, like he knew Eddie would catch him (he did). Attaches his mouth to Eddie’s, a silent promise, I never forgot you, flowing between them.

When they pulled back, Eddie stared at him like he’d hung the fucking sun. “You remember?” Eddie asked in a whisper.

“Never forgot,” Steve promised, at the same volume.

“What. The actual. Fuck,” Robin said. Eddie and Steve froze as they turned to face her and the rest of the Party, who were all staring with the same expression.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered. “We forgot to tell Robin.”

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nicksbestie · 3 months

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Hey Pooks, I have another self-indulgent request…

I’m coming up on a year clean of SH, there’s no way I could have gotten this far without my friends. I was curious if you could write a fic about Jake/Johnnie either helping the reader during the healing process or celebrating her accomplishments during recovery.

I’m sure that you have a lot of requests at the moment, but I absolutely adore your work.

-🫠

Recovery - Jake Webber

Summary : Recovery is an incredibly hard process, but your best support system are your friends <3

Pairing : Jake Webber/Reader (platonic)

Warnings : mentions of self harm, read at your own discretion!!!!

Word Count : 829

A/N : this was such a heartwarming request :( i'm so proud of you anon!!! as someone coming up on two years of being sh-free next week, i know firsthand how difficult this can be!! you're doing great, keep going!!! <3 to anyone struggling or needing someone to talk to, my anon box is always open, and so are my dms. you're never alone!!

Addiction is so difficult. It is arguably one of the hardest things that a human can go through. And with that, recovery becomes nearly impossible in a lot of cases.

You had been struggling with a self harming addiction for a long time, and had finally gotten onto the stable path of recovery. You knew firsthand just how difficult this was, and had fallen into many relapses before you had gotten to the point that you were at right now. If someone had told you a couple of years ago that you would be here, right now, you probably would’ve laughed in their face.

You knew there was no way that you could’ve gotten to the point that you were at now without your closest friends. They had been your support system through everything, not turning away or ever making you feel bad about it when you had been deep in addiction. They had always been caring and loving, making sure that they were there whenever you needed or asked them to be.

You could think of so many times off of the top of your head when they had genuinely be the best people in your life. Your family wasn’t incredibly supportive, blaming you more than anything else, so that had left you with just your friends. Grateful didn’t even come close to covering how you felt for them.

There had been a time when you had been relapsing, badly, and trying to hide it, feeling that there was the chance of your friends being upset with you, the anxiety and shame of what you’d done completely clouding your judgment. In your panic, you’d forgotten that Jake was due to be coming over that afternoon, and when he let himself in, you freaked out.

However, instead of the angry reaction that you had been anxiously expecting, Jake had been gentle, kind, and overall more than you had ever hoped for. You’d never had someone sit down with you, letting you cry your feelings out, and help you clean up. He sat in the bathroom with you, keeping gentle pressure on your wounds, halfway hugging you in between adjusting his hold, and making sure that you were sitting steady. He’d gently helped you bandage up the cuts, making sure that all of them were clean.

His hands, despite being large, were incredibly accurate and soft. You didn’t feel any excessive pain, but that may have been due to how out of it you were. You’d stopped crying by this point, but you were now exhausted, and didn’t feel good. Jake cleaned up the blood with no complaints, waving you off when you tried to help him. After that, he had pulled you into another hug, before gently settling you on the couch, cuddling with you for a while and making sure you ate something.

He refused to leave your side for many days after that. He stayed next to you, making sure that you were aways comfortable, had something to eat and drink, and took your meds, because he could tell that you hadn’t been taking them. He ordered food whenever you needed some, and never made you do more than lifting a finger to do anything. He had been your biggest supporter for years, but this week really brought the two of you even closer than you had ever thought you would be.

There had been another time where you had called him over, desperate for someone to distract you, and you swear he had never driven his car faster. He had stayed on the phone with you the entire time, getting there as quickly as possible, and had wrapped his arms around you, sitting with you to make sure you couldn’t do anything drastic. There were a ton of days that you would swear he saved your life, and both of those incidents fell under those days.

So that lead you to now, tears on your waterline, threatening to fall as you stood inside your front door, seeing a large balloon blown up in the shape of a “1” in your kitchen, Jake standing there with a huge smile on his face and a cake. He had promised you months ago that he was going to celebrate your year anniversary of being clean when you got there, but you hadn’t thought you would ever get there. You hadn’t thought that he would remember either, so you were shocked when you walked in to this.

He immediately hugged you, making sure you didn’t cry, and began to cut the cake. It had “One Year!” written on it in curly red icing, and he passed it to you with a small card. It had his scrawly handwriting on the inside of it.

“I’m so proud of you!! One year down, many to go. You’re incredible.”

You had a huge smile on your face by this point, incredibly proud of yourself as well.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

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onyourhyuck · 7 months

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LUKEWARM. L.DH | Episode 1

— Title: ‘Wasteland, baby.’

— Summary: Hong Yujin is the new patient at the psych ward admitted for her eating disorder. On the first day of being admitted she meets Haechan, a patient being treated for his bpd. Yujin already claims to hate him; he is everything she dislikes. Loud, annoying, self destructive.

— Genre: Psych ward, hospital, mental illnesses, can be triggering so read at your own risk, guys take care of yourself, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of bpd, suggestive, smut, angst etc.

— Notes: please don’t read if you’ll be triggered !! Take care of yourself guys.

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Yujin is emotionally constipated and Haechan is a meddler.

The two most complex cases in the ward — happen to be each other’s triggers and worst of friends in the whole of hospital. Putting these two and two together is like asking for a death wish to happen.

You see punishment takes in many different forms. Yujin is convinced that god is punishing her with Haechan messing up her life whenever she’s in a good mood.

The young girl only recently started to enrol in this hospital not out of her own choice. News spread around quickly of Yujin and of course Haechan wanted to see the newbie for himself. She remembers how he bothered her with so much questions on the first day. Now Yujin wishes he would choke and shut up for once.

If there was a thing to describe him. It would be running tap water.

Strange interpretation right? Yujin likes to think that Haechan’s like tap water. Distasteful, stale and unpleasant.

So far it sounds accurate to Yujin.

A plop of weight pressed on the mattress with shoes on the hospital bed. The boy crossed his legs over the covers with a gleeful smile gazing right back at the owner of the room who looks to be the most pissed he’s seen her yet.

How exciting. Haechan loves getting reaction out of people the most. The girl has been his main source of entertainment here since she arrived. It was like a blessing from God, or so he likes to think.

“Get out.” Yujin states not even bothering to say hello or ‘please get out’ it was just a flat out unemotional reaction equivalent to ‘fuck off’ which he pretends that it hurt him. But it didn’t in reality.

The boy gasps pretending to be a freaking sob but he stopped acting when the expression on her face did not budge. Haechan was intrigued by Yujin’s bluntness. Most other patients would’ve backed down and been submissive to him, but not Yujin. He liked that in a very twisted way.

“Oh come on don’t be such a stick in the mud, let me hang out with you.” Haechan flashes her a little smirk hoping it would encourage some agreement between them.

Yujin heavily exhales. Might as well add some smoke particles, Haechan swore he saw her head turning to flames any minute.

“No. If I want to hang out with someone like you I would get a pet dog. Now get out of my room!” The arms extend out towards the door so Haechan can see the way out.

Taken aback by such statements but not letting them phase him outwardly. Haechan definitely notes from bothering her as of lately he did notice Yujin was rather a feisty individual. Deciding it would be even more fun to get on her nerves and push the already pressed buttons even more just for the fun of it. He didn’t actually care that Yujin was upset.

Haechan’s back pressed on the wall while he was sitting up on the bed this time. Legs crossed over the covers with that devilish smile.

“Oh calm down you’re in a mental ward, I’m sure you’ll come across much worse than me.”

The audacity to have Haechan smiling at her at this time? Yujin feels every inch of her body blood boiling to the point she couldn’t stand straight and see clearly.

Yujin glares over at the boy who made himself comfortable on the bed unannounced with one leg over the covers as if he owns this freaking ward to himself. Yujin stands there in middle of the room immediately ready to protest to the boy who gave no ounce of care.

“Who do you think you are?” Yujin says with an unamused expression.

The boy notices Yujin’s reaction to him sitting down on her bed and her glare. It would fun seeing someone else react this much, Haechan sometimes wonders if her head will explode someday.

The girl has only enrolled recently. He grins from ear to ear. It was fun however. Especially to a guy like him.

Haechan leans back on the bed and rests his feet against the wall. He grabs a magazine off the bedside table and begins to read, as if he’s at home. “Oh come on, what makes you think you own everything here? Who do you think you are?”

Haechan taunts her back. He can’t get enough of this interaction. It was like watching a sitcom on television but he was starring himself.

The moment which was full of tension like a chalk scraping at the chalkboard in a classroom. It felt like a million knives stabbing in the same constant pressure point on a body. It wasn’t a good energy at all so when the young nurse walked in on the moment, she was rather surprised to see Haechan on the bed already harassing the new patient.

The nurse furrows her eyebrows. “Haechan shouldn’t you be in your room taking your medication with nurse Joong?”

His eyes dart away from Yujin to the nurse rather eerily and he slants forward with a dropping smile. “Awh bummer — well this was fun.” He said it like he spent most of the living moments in this ward.

Yujin couldn’t put her finger on it, but it certainly sounds like Haechan was used to the pills prescribed.

But before he was fully leaving he whispers to Yujin. “Welcome to the Wasteland, baby.”

Not quite understanding what the boy meant. Yujin frowned and turned back but by then he was gone on his way.

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fourstarsoutofnine · 11 months

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I was wondering if you could do something with reader yeeting a weighted blanket at the chain and their reactions? I got reminded of that weighted blanket trend and thought it’d be funny

A/N:HAHAHA ABSOLUTELY OMG this ask made me actually laugh out loud😭 I have a weighted blanket I use sometimes bc it helps with chronic pain(I have arthritis) and anxiety and such—also I’ve always wanted to do that trend w someone but I’ve been to scared bc I don’t wanna hurt anybody :( anyway enjoy!

The chain and a weighted blanket!

(For simplicity’s sake, we’ll say they have weighted blankets in Hyrule lol)

Time:

Is a bit confused with the initial throw(I’d be struggling if I tried tbh) like—why is a blanket being thrown on him, but once it hits him, he stumbles back with a groan and a laugh

“What’s wrong with this thing, great goddesses!”

Totally thinks it’s funny

Will be buying a weighted blanket as soon as possible to get Malon with it…also just cause it feels nice.

Twilight:

Catches it

“Hylia, this is heavy, why is this blanket heavy???”

When you(albeit shocked, cause how did he freaking catch it) explain to him that it has sand(?) in it, and what it can be used for, he’s pleasantly surprised.

“Oh wow! Who would’ve thought of such a thing!”

He accompanies you to go get Wild with it.

Wild:

Body folds like a lawn chair

“OGH-“ and a thunk on the ground 💀

But he’s laughing!

Pokes his head out and just kinda lays there. Twilight’s cackling his head off behind you.

“Why?” He asks with a laugh and you just

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny is funny, and it’s nice to have a few pranks here and there, both to keep you on your toes and have a laugh.

Sky:

Also folds like a lawn chair

Except he doesn’t like his head out like wild. When there’s no movement and you peek under, he’s asleep

Mans can fall asleep anywhere anytime in a short amount of time. Sleeping is like second nature to him.

“Sky???”

Nothing. Dead silence. You’re actually beginning to wonder if it knocked him out, but no. He’s snoring, and seems perfectly fine. It’s just comfy and he decided it was time to honk his shoos. Go night night for a bit.

Wars:

You throw it at him from behind and he stumbles forward into the stump he was using as a table for planning their next route.

“Agh! Hey!!!”

Was originally upset but when he saw how hard you were laughing, he can’t seem to make himself stay mad

You were too cute, and far too happy. He didn’t want to ruin that.. and it was a little funny

“Alright Alright, You’ve had your fun…. Now go get the vet.” He said with a soft smile. The effect you had on these boys was remarkable

Legend:

Get ready to run, and run fast

Yeah—he’s… pretty much the only one that didn’t take it well.

You threw it on him and he fell forward and cursed

“Y/n what gives?!”

Though when he saw how upset his yelling made you, he softened.

“It was just a joke, I didn’t mean—“

“No. It’s whatever.” He drops the blanket to the ground with a thud and crossed his arms. “It’s fine. Stop looking like that, though. All…sad. You look like a wet dog… or wet blanket, more appropriately..”

That made you crack a smile, and he huffed and rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up as he turned away.

You can’t figure out if he said the pun with the intention of making you laugh or not, but it worked. (Spoiler alert, yes he did. He’s a softie whether he likes it or not and he has a particular soft spot for you.)

(Totally got the blanket to sleep under it for comfort, but if you told anyone or asked him about it he’d deny everything.)

Hyrule:

“AAH!” He yelled as he flew forward when you threw it on his back.

He’s laughing, which is good.

Like time, he just laughs and holds it out to you, only he’s doing it with a touch of struggle to keep his arms out until you take it.

“That’s so heavy! What the heck! How did it get like that???”

After a long winded explanation, he really likes it!

Definitely asks for it one night, especially after a particularly rough battle.

Four:

Like Wars, he’s a bit upset but laughs it off, because at the end of the day, it is funny

Just make sure to pay attention to when you’re throwing it on him. Make sure he’s not working on any weapons—that’s dangerous ground both in injury and messing the weapon up.

Then, he’d actually be upset(but not for too long. He can’t stay mad at you.)

“Oh cmon!” He laughs, shoving you once he’s out from under the blanket.

Once he gets over his small upset, he’s laughing louder. It starts being real funny to him.

“That’s so dumb, that’s so dumb.” He says through laughter.

Wind:

He goes FLYING

“Hey y/—WAH!”

When you pick it up he’s got the biggest mischievous grin

“THATS CRAZY! LETS GO GET THE OTHERS!”

Thinks it’s the funniest thing known to mankind

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drunken confession / eddie munson

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one shot

cw: begins angst, drunk eddie, tooth rooting-ly sweet love confession, fem!reader

after being upset because you got a date, eddie drinks himself to blackout and ends up revealing how he's imagined your wedding

“eddie!” you squealed as you bursted into the hellfire room. eddie looked up from his throne where he was sat working on notes for his next campaign. hellfire had ended twenty minutes ago, but eddie was always here late.

a big smile takes over eddie’s features at the sight of you. you were his best friend and the sight of you could make even his darkest moments be overtaken with happiness. “well, hi there, sweetness,” he chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his upper body in an excited hug.

you pulled away with a grimace on your face. “i’m being too much again, aren’t i?” you mutter in embarrassment. eddie grabs your hand, pulling you to stand in the middle of his legs.

he shakes his head and holds both your hands in his. “no, you’re not. it’s adorable, y/n, i tell you everytime,” he reassures you. you look away from him with heated cheeks as you smile. “so, are you gonna tell me why you came in here screaming like you just got pit tickets to metallica?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you giggle at his facial expression and shake your head. “charlie asked me on a date!” you say excitedly, squeezing eddie’s hands. his smile drops for a second, but you don’t notice as you keep rambling. “like, he asked me, ME! and i’ve been interested in him for what? months now? and who would’ve thought, a basketball STARTER asks me out?” you question in disbelief, radiating pure happiness.

eddie tries to replace his smile as he lets your words sink it. he knew what you meant and why you were so shocked. you weren’t part of the popular crowd, but you weren’t labeled as a freak either even though you were best friends with the hellfire king himself. you were pretty quiet, more of a nerd who never fully left her awkward stage. and eddie loved that about you.

he clears his throat and weakly squeezes your hands back. “that’s great, y/n,” he says, trying to sound sincere.

you squeal again, bouncing from foot to foot. “i know!” you say excitedly.

eddie hopes for once you can’t read him like a book. “well, where’s he taking you?” he asks, trying to seem interested when really he didn’t know if he even wanted to know the details.

you lean back on the table and pull your hands from eddie’s to prop yourself up. “we’re going to the drive in, isn’t that so cool? i’ve always wanted to go. and he has a truck so we can go stargazing after and lay in the back and it’ll be so romantic, eek!” you say, stomping your feet.

eddie feels a sharp pain dig at his heart. stargazing was your thing. he knew how much you loved it so every night it was clear he’d pick you up and take you out to the hill where dustin once set up his super radio and you’d lay under the stars for hours. he didn’t want you to do that with charlie. he didn’t want you to take him to your spot. “you never told me you wanted to go to the drive in?” eddie finally questioned, his voice raising slightly.

you shrugged, brushing it off while it broke him inside. he knew everything about you… or at least he thought. “you always talk about how cliche it is. and how it’s a waste of money to sit in your car and watch a movie when you could be on your own couch. thought you wouldn’t want to go, so i never asked,” you explained and eddie’s smile did drop.

“i would’ve gone with you if you did ask,” he says, hating that he’d pushed away the possibility of taking you to do something you so badly wanted.

you wave him off as if it’s nothing. “it’s okay, eds. you wouldn’t enjoy it so there’s no point,” you say with a smile. there is a point. you. he would do anything to make you happy.

there’s a bit of silence as you wait for eddie to say something else. “when is… when’s your date?” he asks, feigning curiosity.

your smile gets wide again as you think of it. “tomorrow night. oh god, i need to find out what outfit to wear,” you say in realization. eddie’s heart rips farther in two. tomorrow. he didn’t have time to convince you not to go if he decided to.

he bites the inside of his cheek to hold back his emotions. “wow, that’s close,” he says with a short nod.

you smile, looking up to the sky as you think maybe just maybe you’ll finally get your chance at a relationship. “yeah. well, i should get going, mom’s got the night shift so ginny probably needs let out,” you say, pushing yourself up. eddie nods, not wanting to say much more. “seeya,” you say, leaning down and kissing his cheek like you normally do.

eddie wants to cry. you wouldn’t be able to do that much more if you got a boyfriend. “seeya,” he waves. you give him another smile over your shoulder before scampering out of the room. he deflates into his throne, throwing his hands over his face as he feels his world begin to crumble. he had to expect this would happen one day if he never told you how he felt.

at about one in the morning you wake up to your phone ringing. you groan, being woken up from your wonderful dream about rob lowe. you blink a couple times before sitting up and grabbing the phone from your nightstand. “hello?” you question groggily, hoping whoever was on the other line has a damn good reason for calling you this late.

“y/n, hey, it’s mike,” mike wheeler says into the phone.

you furrow your eyebrows, wondering why some freshman is calling you in the middle of a friday night. “mike? what do you need at one in the morning?” you ask in annoyance until your body floods with panic. “are you okay? is something wrong?” you ask frantically.

mike let’s out a breath on the other line. “no one’s hurt or anything but i need your help,” he says.

you let the panic fade from your body and sigh in relief. “okay? with what?” you ask.

mike winces to himself, not wanting to explain. “well, we all went to gareth’s after hellfire for a party since his parents are never home, you know. very last minute type thing otherwise you would’ve been invited i’m sure-“ mike panics.

“mike, it’s okay, i don’t care about being invited,” you laugh.

you can see mike relax in your head at your words, causing you to smile in amusement. “yeah okay, um, so eddie got here later and then we all started drinking. everyone’s drunk except me really and eddie keeps trying to leave. he keeps talking about how he needs to go for a ride and is getting pissed because we’re hiding his keys. i’ve never seen him so drunk and he screamed at gareth about how he doesn’t want to be here and that someone needs to take him home or to your house. he’s been talking about you for the past hour and everyone who can drive is too drunk so could you please come get him? he’s not angry anymore, just really drunk and persisting he sees you and honestly it’s annoying,” mike rambles on.

you put your head in your hands as you took a minute to think. eddie never got this drunk and he knew better than to drink and drive. “uh, yeah. i’ll be right there,” you finally say, pushing the blankets off you and standing up.

“oh thank god,” mike breaths into the receiver. “you’re honestly amazing, y/n and i- eddie! hey, hey get away from the window. oh my- i gotta go,” mike says and then hangs up. you move to throw on a pair of pajama pants instead of your shorts and throw a zip up hoodie on over your tank top.

you jog down the stairs, grabbing your keys and running out to your car after locking the door. luckily, you and gareth lived only about five minutes from each other so it wasn’t too hard to get there quickly. when you pulled in the driveway, mike and gareth were standing outside as eddie laid on the ground pouting.

you jumped out of your car and walked towards them. “eddie,” you called out, grabbing the long haired boys' attention. mike sighed in relief at the sight of you as eddie rolled over to push himself.

��“y/n!” he says excitedly, standing only to start swaying and stumbling. you make it to him, grabbing ahold of him and trying to stabilize him. “i was just thinking about you,” eddie slurs, trying to reach up and grab your face. you put his hands down to his sides causing him to frown.

you turn to look at gareth and mike. “i know you said he had a lot to drink, but how much are we talking?” you ask worriedly. you’d never seen him this drunk either. eddie held his alcohol well, he was nowhere near a lightweight.

gareth purses his lips and looks to mike. “he had a six pack to himself,” he says, looking at eddie who was staring at the side of your face.

“and he’s been drinking straight out of the vodka bottle for the past hour. i don’t know how full it was when he got it but there’s only like a fourth left,” mike continues.

you nod and then look to eddie. “what were you thinking, eddie? you don’t even like getting wasted,” you sigh.

eddie gives you a toothy grin before looking at your clothes. “what time is it?” he murmurs.

“it’s almost one thirty in the morning, eds,” you say.

his face scrunches up in confusion. “but you gaw… woah, you go to bed at like ten or e-eleven,” he hiccups.

you nod in confirmation. “yeah, but mike called saying your dumbass was trying to drive to my house while you’re like this. so i came to get you,” you say.

eddie takes a moment before turning to mike, now angry. “hey! how dare you wake her up, wheeler, she stays on a schedule,” he yells, his finger pointed as he tries walking to him.

you step in front of him and grab his arms to steady him again. “eddie, stop. i’m here already so let’s just go, yeah?” you say trying to calm him.

he looks at you for a minute before nodding. “i’ll help you get him to the car,” gareth says and you nod. it’s not hard to see gareth is also pretty drunk, therefore you’re glad they had called you to get eddie.

eddie thumps his head on your car as he gets in causing him to cuss. mike hands you his things and you sigh. “sorry for waking you, i just knew i had to call,” mike says and you shake your head.

you pull him into a side hug as eddie is finally sat in the car seat. “i’m glad you did, i’ve never seen him this bad,” you say, more concerned than you’re showing you are.

“do you want me to go with you? help with getting him to bed and stuff?” he asks, looking down (damn this kid is tall) at you.

you shake your head once again. “nah, i got him. you keep a look out for everyone else, okay?” you say and walk to the door. you close the car door on him, causing him to jump. mike and gareth bid you goodbye and good luck before you get in the car. eddie watches you carefully, eyes bigger than normal as you placed his stuff on the dash. “give me your seat belt,” you say, holding your hand out. it takes him a moment of fumbling with it before he can grab it and hand it to you.

you buckle him in and he giggles. “i'm a child,” he mumbles to himself. you buckle yourself in and start your car as eddie mumbles to himself. “where are we going?” he asks once you get to the end of gareth's road.

“my house,” you tell him, your mind scattered as you come up with a plan.

eddie gasps and it causes you to look at him alarmed. “that’s where i - i wanted to go,” he hiccups, looking at you as if you were psychic.

you hum in response, letting him talk nonsense the rest of the way to your house. when you finally get there, you unbuckle him. he silently watches you get out of the car and finally understands that he should too. he opens the door, moving to get out but almost face planting. luckily you’re there to catch him once again. “eddie, you need to just wait for me, okay?” you sigh, using all your body weight to pull him up.

a frown covers eddie’s face as he feels bad. “m’sorry,” he mumbles sadly.

he tries his best to stay steady as you walk him in the house and all the way up to your room on the second floor. he sees you walking towards your bed to set him down but he stops you. “wait,” he mutters and you look up to him. “i-i have to piss,” he tells you, slightly embarrassed.

you close your eyes but nod. “can you… can you do it by yourself?” you ask, voice cracking. eddie nods quickly so you guide him towards your en suite bathroom instead. “i’m gonna leave the door open just in case so i’ll be right here, alright?” you question as eddie leans against your sink.

“okay,” he says and then pushes himself towards your toilet. you lean against the wall, picking at your nails as you wait for eddie to finish up. eddie grumbles and tears come to his eyes as he tries to unbuckle his belt. he was so frustrated and mad at himself for being so drunk he couldn’t get his pants off. he couldn’t even see straight, let alone grab his belt buckle. he let out a whine as a few tears fell from his eyes. “y/n, can you… i-i need help,” he calls out pathetically. he turns towards the doorway where you cautiously step in.

you frown when you see his tears and quickly walk up to him. “hey, hey, it’s okay. why are you crying, eds?” you ask, grabbing his face in your hands to wipe the tears away with your thumbs. he closes his eyes as his lip quivers.

he leans into your delicate touch and stays quiet for a moment until he remembers he could piss himself at any moment. “i can’t undo my pants,” he whispers, refusing to make eye contact with you.

you nod slowly, pushing away the thoughts of how awkward this was because he was so drunk he wouldn’t remember this tomorrow. “it’s okay, eddie. i can help, okay? no big deal, no more tears,” you comfort and he sniffles. you reach down to his belt, ignoring your previous fantasies of doing this in much different circumstances. there was nothing hidden behind this, you were just a friend helping a friend. you unbuckle it quickly before sticking your fingers slightly into the waistband of his skinny jeans to pop the button. you grab the zipper and pull it down for him before moving your hands to his upper arms. “you got it now?” you ask, praying to every god that he does.

“thank you,” he murmurs as he nods and leaves a wet, sloppy kiss on your forehead.

you go back to waiting outside the door, ignoring the sound as best as you could. when you hear him start to try and redo this pants you call out. “eds, don’t try and put them back on we’re just gonna go to bed,” you say and wait for him to drunkenly stumble out to you. you wrap an arm around his waist and bring him to your bed. he flops down quite hard but just giggles as he bounces. you smile at how cute he is.

you kneel slightly in front of him which causes his eyes to widen. “i like this posit-“ he tries to flirt but you slap his leg.

he exaggerates a reaction but goes back to smiling at you. you untie his signature shoes, pulling them from his feet and setting them at the end of your bed. you pull off his socks as well, knowing he’d refuse to sleep with them on before reaching up to his hips. “okay, dumbass, can you push your hips up for me?” you ask with a fond smile. eddie does as you tell him too, barely able to hold himself up very long. you make it quick and put his jeans with his shoes before standing up between his legs.

“you’re so good to me,” eddie smiles, the last couple words sounding like one. you roll your eyes and help him out of his vest and jacket. “m’serious,” he mumbles. “y/n,” he calls, trying to get you to respond.

you fold his jacket, laying it with the rest of his clothes before raising your brows. “yes, eddie, i’m listening,” you say, stepping back to him. “shirt on or off?” you ask, and eddie blinks.

he thinks for a moment before looking down at his hellfire shirt. “off,” he finally says and you reach down to grab the hem of his shirt. “i love you, y/n,” he slurs, putting up his arms so you can pull the shirt over his head.

“i know, bub, i love you too,” you reply as you normally do while folding his shirt up.

eddie knows you mean it as a friend, but that’s not how he means it. he wants to tell you. he wants to beg you not to go out with charlie because he knew he could treat you better. and he goes to open his mouth to do just that but you’re cutting him off. “i’m gonna go put on some other pajamas, go ahead and lay down,” you instruct before walking to your drawers. it was too warm to wear your thick pajama pants, so you were going to put back on your shorts. your tank top however, that was a bit too revealing so you decided on a white t-shirt instead.

when you came back out of the bathroom, eddie was laying on your pillow and staring at the ceiling. he looked up at you as you turned off your lights and climbed into bed. you handed him an unopened water bottle from next to you as you sat next to him. “sit up a bit and drink some, hopefully it’ll help your hangover a little,” you say carefully, watching eddie push himself up.

when he hands the water back to you, he looks down to your shirt. “you always look so beautiful in white,” he compliments, laying on his side as you’re still propped against your headboard.

you laugh at him and brush some hair out of his face. “thanks eddie, but i barely wear it,” you say.

eddie shakes his head lightly. “you wore a white dress to that fundraiser banquet your sophomore year, you remember the one for the homeless kids?” he says. you furrow your eyebrows at how he remembered something from over two years ago now but nod. “i think that day was it for me,” eddie confirms quietly.

“i don’t know what you mean, eds,” you say as you run your fingers through his hair.

eddie hums in delight as your fingers scratch his scalp. “i think i fell in love with you that day,” he murmurs as he wraps an arm around your legs and cuddles into your hip. your fingers still at his words. “i saw you, in the pretty and frilly white dress with the lace on the sleeves and i asked myself if you’d wear something as beautiful on our wedding day,” he says, speaking more into your leg.

“eddie,” you say lightly, petting his hair as you feel guilty. he was drunk, he didn’t know what he was saying.

eddie shakes his head at you. “i’ve actually had our wedding planned for like a year. we’d have it at that old greenhouse on knox, the one i used to take you exploring at when i was a junior. you loved that place, i don’t know why we don’t go anymore,” he observes, eyes closed in bliss as he talks.

you bit your lip. “eddie,” you try stopping him once more.

“it’d be during the winter, preferably january, because you love the snow. we could renovate the place, have it heated and shit. the colors would be green, dark green like you like, and then gray or maybe silver, i don’t know you could pick. and you’d want us to decorate with plants, lots of them, and those stupid twinkle lights you can’t buy enough of,” he keeps talking and you feel a lump grow in your throat.

he’d really thought so hard about this? “eddie, please, stop talking. you’re going to regret this in the morning,” you beg.

eddie waves you off, knowing that this needed to all come out. “we wouldn’t have the basic song to walk down the isle to though, you’d probably want the beatles or something and i’d let you. your niece amy, she’ll be old enough by then, could be the flower girl,” eddie continues, amazing you not only at how thought out this is but the fact that he doesn’t sound so drunk anymore.

your hand reaches up to cover your mouth as tears build behind your lashes. “you always talk about wanting a chocolate lab, so i told myself that if i finally got the nerve to ask you out and once we graduate we could move in together and i’d buy you one. how cute would it be to have our dog be the ring bearer?” he chuckles to himself.

“eddie, you’re drunk,” you say, tears falling from your eyes.

eddie shrugs. “i still mean it,” he says, rubbing circles on your thigh. “i don’t know who you’d have as your bridesmaids, i assume robin would be your maid of honor but i don’t know about the rest. my best man would be gareth, obviously. we’d have the reception in the same place and for dinner we’d have chicken alfredo, or maybe if you wanted something less messy we could do grilled chicken and vegetables and stuff,” he keeps going.

“we’d both cry at the speeches because come on, i'm a sap. and then we’d have our first dance. we’d dance to always and forever by heatwave, yeah, that’d be our song. the first time you got high with me we danced to that in my kitchen, you were only fifteen. i had just turned seventeen then, but i knew that i really liked you. you’d get a dance with your dad and i would probably end up dancing with steve as my mom but it would be funny so i don’t care.”

eddie knew he was word vomiting at this point, but he was too drunk to switch it off. “you’d probably want something like raspberry lemon cake, but i really can’t eat that shit no matter how hard i try for you so we’d have to get at least a part of it be vanilla or chocolate. we’d do the cute thing where we feed each other cake but i would most definitely shove cake in your face. unless you got me first. it would be the happiest day ever. we’d dance all night, probably get pretty drunk and then it’d be over. i would get to take you home, to our home, and we’d smoke a blunt and talk about the rest of our lives. we would most definitely fuck, but i’ll spare you those fantasies, promise it would be romantic though,” he reassures, kissing the bare skin of your upper thigh.

tears were free falling down your cheeks now. eddie had been in love with you for three years? so much so that he planned this all? you felt stupider than ever for never believing he could like you. of course you had a crush on eddie, did you love him? well… after that it would be hard not to. “i-i don’t know what to say,” you whisper.

eddie closes his eyes, feeling exhaustion take over him. “s’okay. time to go to bed,” he mutters, blinding reaching up to grab your side and pull you down. you let him hold you tightly, moving up to rest his head atop yours as you cry. he’s snoring in minutes. you however are up late, thinking of just how you were going to tackle tomorrow.

eddie woke up with a groan, burying his face into his pillow as the sunlight burns his eyes. he takes a deep breath, trying to will away the pounding in his head. he’s taken aback when he inhales the scent of your shampoo. he pushes himself up, opening his eyes and grunting from the irritation. he finds he is in fact in your bed in your empty room.

when the hell did he get here? he rubbed his eyes, looking to the clock on your bedside table. it was almost two in the afternoon. he sighed in relief when he saw a bottle of tylenol on your bedside table along with a glass of water. “what a godsend,” he mutters to himself as he grabs the bottle. he sees a piece of notebook paper sat underneath it and picks it up too.

good morning (or afternoon) eds,

i didn’t want to wake you up since you were so drunk last night, you needed the sleep. i had some important things i needed to do but i should be back by three or so, please stay if you don’t have anything to do. mom and dad know you’re here, if you go downstairs they’ll make you something to eat.

-y/n

eddie smiles at your note and takes the tylenol. he gets himself out of your bed, helping himself to use your bathroom and shower as usual. it takes about thirty minutes and then he’s walking downstairs in his clothes from last night, hair still soaking wet, and a killer headache.

“sleeping beauty is awake, i see,” your mom teases eddie as he steps into the living room. he blushes looking down as your parents look to him. “y/n said you got pretty drunk last night, you feeling okay?” she asked, standing up to walk to him. just like you, she was extremely caring.

eddie just shrugs. “got a bad headache but that’s my fault. to be honest i don’t even know how i got here,” he explains.

your mom nodded and felt his forehead with the back of her hand, just checking. “y/n said she went to pick you up from gareth’s. what do you want for lunch hun? i’ll make you something,” she questions, walking towards the kitchen.

“oh, you don’t have to make anything i was just going to get a pb&j,” he waves, following after her.

your mom walks to the fridge and opens it. “if you want a sandwich at least make a good one. here, i got this new honey ham from the deli, you should try it,” she smiles, putting it on the counter. “help yourself to anything else, you know this,” she says, patting his arm and leaving the kitchen.

eddie loved your house. he loved your parents. it really felt like a home here and your parents loved having him over. your mom was a nurse and worked a lot of night shifts but she was super caring and you really did look just like her. your dad was a businessman and worked on marketing all over the country. he traveled a lot and was definitely more intimidating than your mom. eddie and him still got along, but he’d definitely rather talk to your mom.

eddie jumps as he feels a hand clap his shoulder as he unties the bread bag. “hey, son,” your dad says, causing him to let out a breath.

“hey, ken,” eddie says with a small smile.

“so, i don’t know if y/n told you but i was just in LA,” he starts and eddie turns to look at him.

he nods. “she did, was it as amazing as it’s supposed to be?” he asks, genuinely interested.

your dad shrugs, a sly smile on his face. “i’m more of small town guy but it was alright,” he says and eddie nods in understanding. “but hey, remember that tape you made for y/n?” he brings up.

eddie chuckles. “which one, she’s had me make her tons?”

“the one of you, your band, corroded coffin?” he says and eddie’s eyes widen.

that type of music was definitely not something your dad would like. oh god he hoped he didn’t listen to it and think he was insane or something. “oh, yeah, that one,” eddie gulps.

your dad smiles and leans back against the counter. “well, son, i took it with me out to LA to show to one of my friends in the industry,” he says, reaching into his back pocket. he holds out a small card. “this is the record company he works for, they’re interested in you guys. wants to fly you out after graduation and record a demo, see how it goes,” he smirks as eddie takes the card.

his eyes are wide as saucers. “are you for real?” he asks in a shaky voice, looking down at the card and scanning it.

“sure am, son. they’re out of office until monday, but you should talk to your band and give them a call,” he says. eddie puts his hand to his mouth, feeling like life wasn’t real. “hey,” ken says, catching eddie’s attention.

he pulls eddie into a hug which eddie greatly accepts. “thank you so much, ken. this means everything you have no idea,” he says.

ken pulls back and shakes his head. “no, thank you, kid. this was the least i could do,” he purses his lips. eddie looks at him in confusion. “before y/n met you she wasn’t the same. she was going through a rough patch and you brought our happy girl back,” ken explains.

eddie was in shock over many things as he continued making his sandwich, ate it, and went back up to your room after talking a bit more with your parents. when you finally came back around three eddie was so excited to tell you the news. your dad didn’t tell you yet, wanting eddie to share his excitement with you.

your door opened and eddie sprung up from the bed. you barely closed the door behind you before eddie was wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up to twirl you. you screamed in surprise at his action. “eddie, i have bags!” you yelled. eddie put you down long enough for you to free your hands before crushing you in a hug again.

“guess what?” he asks, all giddy. you feel confused. he obviously didn’t remember last night and right now you felt extremely weird letting him act like it hadn’t happened.

you figured you couldn’t ruin his excitement, so you’d just put off the start of your plan a few extra minutes. “what, eddie? what has you squeezing me like we’ve been separated for five years?” you ask with a giggle. he pulls away and places the business card in your hand.

you look at it in confusion. ready records? “your dad took one of the corroded coffin tapes to LA and showed it to his buddy from this record company. they want to fly us out after graduation and record a demo. if it goes well then they’ll sign us,” he says excitedly. your jaw drops and you throw your arms around him.

“eds, that’s amazing!” you squeal, holding him tight.

“i know!” he matches you, rocking you two back and forth. you pull away and place a kiss to each of his cheeks causing him to blush.

you hold his face in your hands. “you deserve it, eddie. you really do. ack! and i'm gonna be able to go to your shows when you blow up!” you say, jumping up and down. you almost blow your plan and lean in to kiss him then, but you don’t.

eddie kisses your forehead back, the biggest smile across his face. “i was thinking we could go out and tell the guys. get pizza and celebrate together?” he says excitedly. your smile falters and eddie looks at you worried for a moment before his own face falls. he lets go of you and takes a step back. “right, you have a date,” he says, and you now know just how much it’s killing him inside.

“i’m not going on the date, i canceled,” you said causing eddie’s brows to scrunch together. so many thoughts were running through his mind but he couldn’t lie he was happy about it.

he didn’t want you to know that, so he tried his best to act concerned. “oh. why? i-i thought you really liked charlie,” he questions.

you shake your head, biting your lip to keep from blurting out that you know. “i wanted to spend the night with you instead. just us, if… if that’s okay?” you whisper, looking down to the ground.

eddie feels majorly confused. no, it wasn’t odd for you guys to hang out just the two of you, it really was basically every weekend. but, you had been so excited about this date… “no, yeah, that’s totally okay. but, why y/n?” he asks again.

you shake your head and wave him off. “i’m gonna take you to go get your van so you can go home and change out of yesterday's clothes. wear something kinda nice… but i’ll be back at about seven to pick you up,” you explain. eddie opens his mouth to question you but you just smile. “no questions,” you say and turn around.

you do as you said you would, taking eddie to his van before going home to make everything look cute. including yourself.

it took some digging but you finally found the white frilly dress with the lace on the sleeves that you hadn’t worn since sophomore year. you were surprised it still fit you. you’d filled out more since then and it definitely hugged your ass a bit tighter than you’d like but oh well. your cleavage was also more on display but you didn’t mind, you knew eddie would love it. you threw on a small amount of makeup and opted for your white converse since you’d have a bit of a walk.

“what’re you doing?” your mom asks, sipping her glass of wine as you pull the picnic basket out of the hallway closet.

you purse your lips and avoid looking at her. “i’m taking eddie on a date,” you say plainly, turning and walking to the kitchen.

your mom’s eyes bulge and she quickly follows after you. “you are?! when did this happen?” she asks excitedly. her raised voice catches the attention of your dad, so he also follows you into the kitchen.

you set the basket on the counter with a sigh and reach for one of the bags you’d brought home. “nothing has happened yet, mom. he doesn’t even know it’s a date yet,” you explain, pulling out the two boxes from the bakery, each containing a single slice of cake.

“you and eddie are going on a date?” your dad asks and you wince. you turn to them both and sigh.

ever since you were little you’d told your parents everything. you had a relationship with them that most kids would be jealous of and you were forever thankful. “last night, when eddie was drunk, he told me he was in love with me. he-he said a lot of stuff actually but he doesn’t remember it,” you say and watch smiles cover your parents faces.

“what’d he say?” your mom asks and you cover your face with your hands.

did you really want to tell them about this and your plan? “well… he mentioned how he’s imagined how it would be to um get married… to me. so i was going to take part of that and uh- use it to ask him out,” you say, avoiding eye contact.

your dad smirks. “so he’s whipped? see linda, i told you!” he says, grabbing your mom by the waist.

she scoffs, leaning into him. “like i ever disagreed,” she mutters.

“you guys knew?” you ask, slightly dumbfounded.

your mom gives you a smile and walks up to you. she grabs your hands after setting down her wine glass. “baby, i think the only people who didn’t know you and eddie have been in love with each other for a very long time was yourselves,” she says and it makes your heart soar.

“i think i hurt him,” you admit, sighing as you closed your eyes. “you know the charlie guy from school? who i said i liked? we were supposed to go on a date tonight. obviously, i canceled but i was so excited to tell eddie about it and now that i think about it, it definitely hurt him really bad,” you say.

your dad comes up, placing a hand on your shoulder. “did you like this charlie kid?” he asks.

you shake your head no. “he was nice, and i never thought eddie would like me so i thought he was my chance. turns out he was just a distraction,” you say.

“well, that’s over now. let me help you pack for this date,” your mom says, smiling and moving to the bags.

just before seven, you pulled up outside eddie’s trailer. you bit your nails anxiously as you waited for him to come out, hoping you’d grabbed everything to make this perfect. eddie came out the door, wearing a pair of his signature black ripped jeans with his chains only this time he wore a white button up that he most definitely took from wayne. he had his jacket over his arm as he bounded down the few steps and to your car.

you took a deep breath as he reached for the door handle. “this nice enough for ya, princess?” he teases, getting in the car.

his eyes catch the dress you’re wearing and he freezes for a moment. “you look absolutely dashing, eddie,” you joke and throw your car in reverse.

he scans the dress, it looking exactly how he remembered it to except it was definitely tighter in certain areas. “you look really beautiful,” he says seriously, causing a blush to take over your cheeks. he blinks, realizing what he just said and turning to face the road. “so uh, what are we doing?” he asks.

“it’s a surprise,” you say, pulling up to the stop sign at the entrance of the trailer park.

eddie frowns. “i hate surprises,” he says, pouting.

you shake your head at him before turning up the radio, one of the many tapes he made you playing. “you’ll love this one, promise,” you say, holding out your pinkie. he eyes it for a moment but wraps his pinkie around yours.

the two of you sing along to the songs as eddie tries to figure out where you’re taking him. you pass the leaving hawkins sign and eddie furrows his brows. there’s only one place this far out you’ve gone before. the old abandoned greenhouse.

you hadn’t been there in probably a year and eddie wondered why you decided to go there today of all days. “the greenhouse?” he questions over the music. you smile and nod, turning onto knox road. you pull into the familiar lot and turn off your car.

“help me carry stuff, munson,” you say, hoping out of your car. eddie follows you to your trunk, a look of puzzlement on his face as he examines its contents. a big blanket, a picnic basket, and a boom box. you grab the heavy boom box and hand it to him.

he takes it, chuckling at your struggle as he takes the blanket in his other hand. “what’s this all about?” he questions with a smile.

you grab the picnic basket and close the trunk. you reach up, kissing him on his cheek before turning and scampering away. “let’s go, eds, i'm hungry,” you giggle.

eddie watches you with pure love in his eyes. the lowering sun was casting beautiful shadows, turning your white dress that he loved so much golden. your hair blew in the the slight breeze as he watched you step over a log and make your way up the small hill to the greenhouse. he jogs to catch up with you, wondering how you could be so perfect.

you push open the fragile door that was barely still on its hinges and sighed at the view. a wedding here would be gorgeous. it was super dirty right now, but with a little cleaning, some new wiring, and a few replaced window it would be perfect.

eddie walked slowly, taking in the place as you walked over to the place he’d many times imagined the two of you standing under a wedding arch. he wondered how you’d react if you knew, but he couldn’t risk that. “come on slow poke, i need the blanket,” you say, snapping him from his daydream.

you kick a few stray rocks out of the way as eddie sets down the boom box. the two of you grab the edges of the blanket and lay it out. you gesture for eddie to sit as you move the basket to the blanket and he does. “you gonna tell me what this is yet, dork?” he asks as you pull out two insulated bowl type things.

you dig around for some silverware and shrug. “can’t two friends just enjoy a date night together?” you ask smugly, reaching for the bottle of champagne your mom let you take (only if you promised to drink one glass and one glass only).

eddie chokes on his spit, eyes widening. “a date?” he asks immediately and you feel warmth fill your chest.

“is that okay?” you ask, pulling out the glasses.

eddie feels his mouth go dry as he re-assess the situation. a date? was this really a date? but you said friends. but do friends have date nights? “uh, yeah, yeah, that’s- that’s fine,” he confirms. you smile handing him one of the bowls and a fork before popping the top off the champagne.

you pour the two glasses, carefully setting them on the blanket before grabbing your own bowl. “well eat, weirdo,” you chuckle and open yours. eddie follows your actions, still slightly taken aback by the whole date thing.

“chicken alfredo?” he questions, not surprised by your choice as he digs in.

you laugh, chewing your bite and swallowing before responding. “it’s from enzo’s, it’s the good stuff!” you say with a big smile. eddie smiles back at you, and the two of you fall into usual conversation.

when you finally finish, eddie falls back with his hands placed on his stomach. “i’m stuffed,” he mutters, closing his eyes.

you nudge his thigh with your knee. he looks to see you with a pout on your face. “but i bought dessert,” you say. eddie smiles at how cute you are and props himself up on his elbows.

“well, i guess since you already bought it…” he trails, admiring the smile that comes back on your face. you quickly hand him the black box and a new fork as you grab your own. “oo, cake?” he questions, looking at the moist and fluffy chocolate cake.

you smile, wanting him to start to take the hints. “yep, i got you chocolate and i got raspberry lemon,” you say. eddie just nods as you shuffle closer to him. “can we do the cute thing?” you ask shyly.

eddie looks up to you, smirking. “you want me to do you?” he flirts. you roll your eyes fondly but give him a curious look. “you’re gonna have to elaborate, sweetheart,” he says, raising his brows.

you bite your bottom lip before reaching to his cake and digging your fork into it. “can we feed it to each other?” you ask quietly and eddie feels his heart skip.

his mind goes fuzzy and you can see it on his face. chicken alfredo. raspberry lemon. the greenhouse. his fantasies. he blinks rapidly, looking at you in slight panic. did you know? how could you know? he’s never told anyone about them… you just look at him expectantly, hiding the smugness. “oh- um, yeah, sure,” he says shakily, reaching to grab a piece of your cake.

you raise your fork to his mouth as he does the same, mind racing. you both take the bite, enjoying how wonderful this cake tastes. you put your pointer finger in the frosting of your slice of cake and dab it on eddie’s nose. your version of shoving the cake in his face. eddie feels panicked, nervously laughing at your action. “something wrong?” you feign innocence.

“no, no, just uh… it’s not important. thanks for the cake,” he says, wiping the frosting from his nose before focusing on his cake. his heart was beating ridiculously fast as he ate. he was so in love with you.

once you both finished your cake you smile, excited for the final phase of your plan. “eds?” you whisper, biting on your lip. he looks up to you and hums. “can i ask for one more thing?” you ask.

eddie nods, nerves bubbling in his stomach. you reach over to the boombox, pressing a button before standing. “will you dance with me?” you ask, holding your hand out. eddie feels all air leave his lungs as the familiar beginning notes of always and forever by heatwave floods his ears.

he wants to almost cry… but he’s too blown away. he places his hand in yours silently, standing and walking with you off the blanket. he feels like he’s holding his breath as you grab his wrists, placing them on your hips. “breath,” you reassure him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest.

he stares down at you in disbelief and fright, swaying with you as you begin moving. you wait for the chorus to hit before pulling back to look into his eyes. he was still not believing what was happening, his lips parted and eyes wide. “eddie,” you spoke quietly, your own nerves starting to flood your body. he looks at you, still not knowing what to expect. “i…” you start, eyes flickering to his lips that looked so kissable. “i’m in… love with you too,” you whisper, and eddie freezes.

“w-what?” he asks breathlessly. first not understanding how you knew he loved you, then realizing you had the same feelings.

you smile at his bewilderment and bring one hand to the side of his face. “i’m in love with you too, eddie munson,” you repeat, louder and more confident this time. eddie’s hands squeeze your waist as his brain short circuits. he tries opening his mouth to speak, but he doesn’t even know what to say. “can i kiss you?” you ask and eddie sucks in a sharp breath. he nods, and you waste no time leaning in.

the second your lips connect, it feels like literal fireworks. one of his hands come up to the back of your head, holding you against his lips as his eyes flutter shut. your lips move in sync, the music playing in the background as you both revel in the feeling of each other.

you don’t pull away until you literally need air but you keep your foreheads pressed together. “how did you…” eddie trails between pants.

you give him a shy smile. “last night… you were gone, like so drunk. and you told me. everything,” you start and eddie’s eyes widen for what felt like the millionth time. “everything. that you’ve loved me since i was fifteen, about amy being the flower girl, about the dog, the snow, the colors, the decorations. about robin and gareth, the food, the first dance, the cake, and even what we’d do after,” you explain and his heart drops. “you left out the details of the specific part though, don’t worry,” you giggle at his expression.

“oh my god,” eddie says, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

you grab his face in both your hands to get him to open his eyes. “that’s why i did this. because i’m in love with you too… because even though i haven’t thought it out like you, i want it too,” you say in reassurance.

eddie scans your face, a part of him telling him it was just a sick prank. but it wasn’t. so he presses his lips back against yours, trying to pour his love into it. “i really do, i love you so much,” he mumbles into your lips.

you smile into his kiss, feeling the adoration from him. you pull away. “oh, i almost forgot,” you say, disconnecting yourself from him. you walk back over to the basket, rummaging around before walking to him with a small box. you hand it to him and he eyes you. “open it,” you say, shoving his shoulder slightly.

he does, looking at it in confusion. it was a necklace that resembled a singular wing of a bat. you grabbed it, holding it to your chest, where the magnets made it snap together with your own. the two wings lining up to form a heart. eddie feels his eyes water as he grabs it back from you. “i love it,” he whispers, wondering how he got so lucky. you help him put it on before pulling him in for another kiss.

you two sit back down on the blanket, cuddling together as you admire the sunset. “this is literally, the best day of my life,” eddie admits, looking down at you.

you smile, squeezing his arm. “mine too,” you whisper.

this was originally supposed to end with some cutesy smut but i was already over 8 thousand words so...

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bookstore joe hits different and i want to be hit once more right across the face pretty please

im sorry to the girls who arent into bookstore joe and im very not sorry to the girls who are into bookstore joe - enjoy babes! Wordcount: 2.4K

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I Want To Hold Your Hand

When Joe walked in just after three, he greeted Anne who was stood behind the counter, doing some till work, and he got a small grunt in reply.

Standard. Made him smile. No sign of you, though.

Joe looked, craned his neck, but every corner of the store was empty. You were probably doing something in the back. He’d see you in a second.

Like always, he found a book, found a seat, and settled in for at least an hour of reading. He had the time today. Time to sit. Time to read. To soak up the atmosphere. To maybe kiss you again, if he was lucky. Time to notice how Anne was being more quiet than usual. To see how she was helping customers in a voice so unnatural to her own, it kind of freaked him out a little. To see her disappear into the back and come out back on her own, and...

Where were you?

He’d kissed you a few days ago. Kissed you. And now, something felt... weird. Like something was missing.

It was nearing in on 4PM and Anne hadn’t yet told him to fuck off, or whatever, so he knew something was off.

It was quiet in the store when Joe spoke up and asked, “Hey, Anne... am I going insane, or–”

“It’s your fault.” she was quick to cut him off, not even looking up from her task.

Joe frowned. What had he done?

“What have I done?”

Anne sighed and gestured a vague hand at him as she said, “Just your mere existence.” like it was obvious.

Joe thought back to all of your recent interactions. Your granddad had sadly passed away just over two weeks ago. Last week he tried cheering you up by showing you some pictures from the shoot you allowed him to do in the store. He’d kissed you then. The funeral had happened, and Anne had let Joe help out behind the till for a second and... now, you were... hiding?

From him?!

Surely not.

That was going to make this plan of sneaking another kiss absolutely impossible.

Unacceptable.

Anne watched Joe go through every single thing he’d done or said over the past few days that could’ve upset you, and then begrudgingly sighed.

“You’re such an idiot.” Anne said, before nodding her head towards the door that read personnel - the same door Joe had walked through ten seconds into his first ever visit.

Joe didn’t need telling twice.

When he stepped into the breakroom, he wasn’t prepared for how he found you.

You were sat at the table, buried in your laptop, one leg up on the chair, chin resting on your knee, and it was obvious you’d been crying. No matter how sweetly you smiled at the sight of him, it was obvious. Your face still eyed somewhat blotchy, eyes void of make-up and the delicate skin around them coloured red.

“Hey,” you didn’t seem surprised at the sight of him, at the fact that he’d just walked right into a room he technically wasn’t really allowed to be in.

“Hey, you– I’m sorry, you weren’t in the store, Anne said I could–... are you all right?”

Your smile grew as you nodded.

“Yea, sorry. Something, happened... earlier, it’s nothing,” you were quick to wave a hand, dismissing whatever had gotten you to hide in the back entirely. “I’m okay. How are you?”

Joe didn’t believe you. Didn’t buy it for a second. He felt like he should, because it felt like it was polite to take you for your word, but he couldn’t help the suspicious narrowing of his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Well, nothing, really. I overreacted to something and–”

“To what?” Joe interrupted, and immediately apologised. “Sorry, I... I’m sorry, I just...”

He just, what? If Joe knew, he would’ve told you, but it was not that long ago that Joe found you crying in a closed store and this felt oddly similar.

He didn’t like you upset.

Made him want to fix it.

“I promise I’m okay, just... it was for the best for me to not face any customers for a second, and I had to do some administrative work anyway, so...”

Joe’s eyes fell on your laptop as you gestured at it, and then he saw what was next to it.

He recognised it instantly.

The book you’d never sell.

Was it insane to think that he knew something was missing in the storefront? That he’d subconsciously noticed that it wasn’t in its spot? On the shelf? Where it always sat?

Probably was.

“Oh, um...” you saw Joe’d noticed and laid a flat palm on the leather-bound cover. “Yea, this was,” you had to stop to swallow.

“You don’t have to tell me.” Joe quickly decided. He didn’t want to make you start crying again. He wanted exactly the opposite, actually.

“No, it’s not–” you cleared your throat and sat up straight. You didn’t want to get emotional again over such a silly thing. “It’s Anne. She sat me down here and refuses to let me do anything else.”

You used her as you excuse. You weren’t lying; Anne really had said that you could stay in the breakroom for the rest of the day. She’d man the front on her own fine. Would find you with questions but then would tell you everything was going okay and leave you on your own again. But she wasn’t keeping you there. You were keeping you there.

“Ah. Can’t piss off Anne, can we?” Joe smirked slightly.

“I think we piss off Anne all the time,” you laughed, and it broke the tension a little.

Joe awkwardly stood in the middle of the breakroom and you were sort of glad he was there, but you wished you would’ve just been in the storefront with him. That you would’ve gotten to see his face as he’d walked in. As he’d sat down with his book. As he’d crossed his legs and let his head rest in his palm of which the elbow pushed into the armrest.

Joe was still staring at where your hand was placed, and now that you couldn’t seem to move your hand away from the big book of fairytales and folklore your granddad used to read you stories from, it felt only fair to explain why you’d gotten upset earlier that day.

“Someone tried to buy it.”

It was so stupid, because, before, when someone would climb up a ladder and find it, you would smile and just tell them, “No sorry, that one belongs to the store, I’m afraid.” and calmly take it from their hands to put it back.

Where your granddad used to make you reach for it when you were little.

Where your mother would pluck you from a ladder and scold her father for making you climb up so high.

Where it lived.

Where it had always lived.

It had never been a problem before. People were allowed to touch it. To read it. To ask to buy it. You’d just tell them no, and that would be the end of it.

Not today, though.

“They caused a bit of a scene when I said they couldn’t.”

You smiled as you said it, but Joe saw right through it.

“They were right though. Why keep a book in a bookstore when it’s not for sale? It’s right in between all of the books that are... I should just, I don’t know. Keep it some place else, I guess.”

“Of course not.” Joe reacted matter-of-factly.

You’d just gone through something extremely traumatic, were still going through something extremely traumatic, and why would you listen to someone who didn’t know? Who didn’t understand?

Joe thought he barely even understood, but he understood this.

He understood the blotchy skin. He understood Anne banning you from your own store for the rest of the day. He understood why you weren’t moving your hand from your grandfather’s book that he used to read you your favourite story from.

“I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive, but... I kind of wish I’d have been here when that happened.”

Not so that he could be the hero. Not so that he could step in and tell them to maybe just accept what the store owner was telling them.

“I would’ve loved to see Anne’s face.”

That made you chuckle. Anne really was your personal guard dog, as so it turned out.

“It was a pretty great face,” you recalled, smiling to yourself. God, you really lucked out with her.

“Store’s fairly empty now, though...” Joe pointed a casual thumb over his shoulder, and you looked at the door to where Anne still was manning the front.

You took a deep breath and grimaced a little, “Yea, I know... but, I kind of... I have some things I can finish here,” you pulled your laptop towards you. “And we’re nearly closing, anyway, so...”

You had already decided this was going to be the place where you would do all of your work today, and didn’t really want to come out of hiding. You’d do that after Anne would lock up. When there wouldn’t be any chance of the bell above the door jolting you back into your anxiety.

Joe thought for a moment. Looked at you, your laptop, your grandfather’s book, and...

“Would you mind some silent company?”

That one other time he had found you all fragile and up in your emotions, he’d just sat down right next to you, started reading a book in silence, and it had worked. He kind of wanted to give it another go. See if it would also work a second time.

“I–...” you faltered and looked at the wooden chairs around the table you were sat at. “These aren’t half as comfortable as the ones out front.”

“I asked, would you mind it?” Joe let his eyes twinkle, lips almost smiling. It made you drop your shoulders a bit as you relaxed at the idea of a bit of Joe in the break room, just for your comfort.

“No, I wouldn’t mind it.” you copied his tone, and Joe’s almost-smile turned into a beaming one.

“Okay, one second.” Joe said, slapping the doorframe as he passed through it, and you heard how he rushed his steps.

“Not my fault!” you heard Joe call out to Anne.

“Absolutely your fault,” Anne calmly replied.

“Not my mere existence!”

“Just your face then.”

Joe jogged back into the breakroom with a book in hands and pulled out the chair opposite you. He sat down, found his page and gave you a last sneaky little look over your laptop screen.

Then, just like before, he offered you his hand.

His hand.

Joe laid his arm across the table, wrist up, palm open, with fingers just shy of touching your laptop.

You just looked at it a moment.

Joe didn’t need to comfort you the way he had done that day, in the store, when all you could do was think about your grandfather and cry at his memories and the fact that there wouldn’t be new ones made.

A customer hadn’t been very kind to you today about something you felt sensitive about, and over an hour had passed already. You were fine.

But the gesture was sweet. Joe offered his hand for holding and even though it wasn’t needed, necessarily, it was still a nice gesture.

Kind.

Joe was so sweet. So kind. Soft and gentle and lovely.

You remembered how nice the distraction of playing fingers had been. How it had calmed you down enough for you to reveal the source of your hurt that day.

“Come on,” Joe then softly said, not unkindly, and you made eye-contact for a second. If he wasn’t going to be able to kiss you today, he could still try for the next best thing.

“I want to hold your hand.”

Just like that, it all shifted from a comforting gesture that was meant to soothe you to just a thing Joe wanted for himself. It was a bit silly how that made it easier to give in.

You reached a hand over and let the tips of your fingers touch the warm skin of his palm before they spread out and found a way to hold onto Joe’s closing fingers. They curled together best they could in their position, and when you chanced another glance at Joe, you saw the faintest hint of a smile across his face as his eyes had found his page again.

You got back to your work on your laptop, and whilst it definitely was a lot trickier to work down your to do list with one hand, it was also definitely a lot more gratifying.

You sat in the breakroom together like that until you could hear Anne carry the A-frame into the store, and where before you’d wished the day had just been over already, you kind of wished you’d get at least another five minutes with Joe. All right. Maybe ten.

Joe stayed put until you closed your laptop.

Joe stayed put until you got up to go back out front.

And then Joe stayed put until you walked back into the breakroom to pick up your grandfathers big leather bound book; the one book you’d never sell.

Joe watched you place it back where it belonged.

Back on its shelf where Joe remembered finding it after your grandfather asked him to go fetch him something from up high.

“Thank you.” you said looking down from you position up on a ladder, and Joe just smiled.

“Thank you.” Joe said in return, holding up the book he’d been reading before putting it down on his little ledge where he kept them.

“Thank me.” Anne dryly said, mostly to herself, from where she was doing the till.

“No.” Joe gave Anne the same smile he’d given you, and made you giggle as he said goodbye and left the store with a small wave.

“Thank you Anne,” you made a point to say it, because Anne really had been the star of the show today.

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

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unoriginal-and-dumb · 3 months

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i need to know everything about your infected like. now

Okay Dokay! (I’m gonna say everything that comes to mind I might miss stuff or repeat previously said things but I love never re-reading what I wrote)

God I got a lot to say sorry, I put this at the bottom too but if anyone ever has specific questions I will be (very) happy to answer them!!!

Infected is, at face value, pretty good at kinda acting like Kasper. Which is why nobody else really seems too bothered by his switch up besides Lampert. Lampert knew him best and for REAL so, well yea you know. He would know when his best friend is acting wrongggg

I think that the virus was inside the roomba that infected has in their apartment. The irony is too perfect, because I don’t imagine Kasper being gods cleanest fella so the idea of the thing that basically wiped out his consciousness coming from something he got to try and start being cleaner. I think he would’ve gotten the roomba because Lampert was basically begging him to do something to try and fix his fuck ass apartment

The virus itself feeds off of consciousness, it overwhelms and takes over the pervious one then kinda produces a shitty copy of it so it can continue feed off any form of consciousness that could’ve been

Infected MAY have the iq of wall paper. Stupid and dumb.

Infected kinda just has like 0 form of self preservation because the virus itself doesn’t really… understand it I guess? It’s more of like a “FEELING PAIN IS A WASTE OF TIME!” Although it wouldn’t just be pain-centric. He just kinda does fuck-all because it’s fun or everyone else does it or whatever

The error pattern on his arm (and other parts of his body tbh) can spread to other things via touch, but it doesn’t really just stay there

The virus is kinda weird because it’s like. Very much digital but it also is clearly affecting him physically? So it kinda just. Is both things at once I dunno magic elevator magic virus yellow person with dot eyes and no nose what can I say.

Infected is a flat and static character, he is unchanging as is, he is only the face value personality of Kasper, it’s like trying to hold a conversation with a half baked answer machine. After a while he kinda just starts repeating things.

Infected is friends with Split and Poob, as mentioned on the wiki. It’s not even remotely comparable to what Kasper and Lampert had though (😢). They are more of like yea let’s invite Infected over to a party since he kinda seems to just stand in the corner and be a freak. They enjoy Infected’s presence, but again it’s like speaking to an answer machine after awhile

Kasper would frequently change up his look, keeping a few things like his hat always but he was like constantly trying out different colors and whatever clothing stuff, but when he became Infected he kind of jsut got stuck on the tough guys wear pink shirt era (going full npc, wearing literally nothing else because ah yes this is Kasper and I am “Kasper”)

Almost nothing truly gets to infected, yea he’s upset about pop tart but it’s all very shallow and more played off as a joke. Bros life is all sunshine and rainbows wait till he hears about taxes 😭

^ however, it’s not impossible for things to really break through for them. Albeit really just not that likely, they could be made SUPER MEGA UPSET! It’s times like that when he actually seems to have even just undertones of Kasper existing (which is why, despite Lampert HATING infected, I think there would be a time he shoves those feelings aside and tries to comfort infected because that’s still his best friends face)

Infected cannot stand be called Kasper. He ignores it for a bit but after a while he lashes out pretty badly. To be fair though, having 0 memories of someone but everyone else claiming you are them is kinda weird

Infected (specifically) would sound like cooper2723, shitty mic and all

Infected skates like skate 3. He does that speed glitch every time and nobody gets it. He also sometimes rolls full force into a curb and just flies off the skate board (he forgort)

Eczema rep as mentioned before, the stupid error texture is super extremely itchy, but that’s also why it’s spread so much because he fucking scratches the hell outta it. It also just hurts in general (LIKE IF U HAD SAND PAPER. ON UR SKIN. ALWAYS.) but again 0 sense of self preservation bruh don’t give a fuck

He wears the arm warmer to try and hide the error texture. He consciously does not really have a reason but it is in order for the virus to try and be more discreet. Not many people have really taken a notice or care at least so it’s kinda working..? (Not rlly it’s pretty obvious)

Infected HATES unpleasant a blood curdling amount. It doesn’t matter if unpleasant does literally nothing they will blame EVERYTHING on unpleasant. Uh oh bad weather? It’s that fucking gradient’s fault

Infected sometimes just starts tweaking. Like straight Blair witching or honestly even like the boss in s2 of smiling friends. He goes right back to normal but he just does that sometimes (it’s because there’s another backseat driver getting pissed off and existing again before going bed bye go the next however long)

Kasper had pretty bad anger issues but he was able to not start genuinely losing it. Infected however. Infected is gods happiest/angriest soldier

He could be a real smiler, a real big yaaaayyyyyy typa fella one second but one thing sets him off and he is a nightmare to be around. We talking cod lobby throwing shit hair pulling slur yelling type stuff

Infected lives on energy drinks.

They also don’t really sleep, it’s seen as a waste of time when he could be saying terrible things online or skateboarding off a building. Only real time he does anything that a normal human NEEDS to do is when he’s like sims 4 forced to (I.e straight up passing tf out on the floor)

I made this up because I wanted BOTH but his stupid ass SNOT, when it’s green that’s just icky snot when it’s pink that’s not snot or blood but a malicious 3rd option (the error infection thing, although it is kind of just like blood for him at least)

Infected doesn’t really realize that people change appearance over time and that’s like normal so he may do absolutely fuckall half the time but he does maintain appearance (hair cut/dye clothes) and stuff very well because they think they have to look exactly like how Kasper did at the point of infection

Errr he’s aroace :) and trans :) yah :) because kasper is :) 🧡💛🤍🩵💙🧡💛🤍🩵💙🧡💛🤍🩵💙🧡💛🤍🩵💙 yaaaayyyyyyyyyyy

Infected’s eyes actually are white, that’s not just stylistic choice. Or at least they kinda catch the light the way a cat’s does. He is very very eerie in the dark because of this. The error pattern is unaffected by lighting (because. It’s an error texture.) so that combined with white ass eyes and some guy who stands and moves like something else puppeteering a human is… eerie.

He’s Wasian! Korean-American specifically. He does have a Korean name but really just doesn’t go by it ever

This isn’t Infected-centric but relating to Kasper, he grew up mainly with his mom cuz his dad peaced tf out (lol). He did like his dad though, which is why he wore the hat all the time, at this point though he doesn’t really care about his dad and just wears it because it’s his fucking hat and he does not take that shit off

Infected constantly acts out of it, extreme fever style. Weird forgetful says nonsense half the time and just laughs at everything when he’s not busy smiling creepily

Infected is indifferent on everyone, he doesn’t particularly hold grudges (he just forgets about any arguments in general or ignores them) he only really hates unpleasant

He isn’t really enemy to anyone due to the infection trying to get a good way to spread (if ur around a bunch of people all the time, I mean likeeee)

There’s other things but this is very long and I dunno, if anyone has specific questions I’d be happy to answer!!!

#regretevator

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berriweb · 1 year

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I absolutely love your work! Can you do some headcanons of both Miles with a S/O who plays soccer and gets injured + their reactions? TY

╰┈➤ ❝ soccer troubles ❞

: ̗̀➛ ft. 1610! miles morales/42! miles morales x gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis. both miles’ with an s/o who plays soccer and gets injured

: ̗̀➛ a/n. tysm anon <3333 hope you enjoy

— 1610! MILES MORALES

Miles is the type of boyfriend to constant brag about how good is s/o is at sports

So expect to constantly hear him boasting about you or asking for/about any updates during soccer season

10/10 supportive boyfriend, tries to show up to every game and repeatedly apologizes when he can’t make it to one or ends up leaving early because of his Spider-Man duties

Especially if he finds out afterwards that your team won, even more so if you scored and he missed out on seeing that

That being saiddddd, he’ll always text you while he’s gone before/after your games he misses to keep in tabs or will try to catch up after, which eventually lead to the text conversation that almost gave him a heart attack on the spot after he finished turning over a villain to the police and was crawling back into his dorm room through the window

M&M: just made it home, sorry i couldn’t make it to the game, yk how it is (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡ how’d you do?

You: we won buttttt

M&M: ¯\_(•᷄‎ n •́)_/¯?

Miles laughed at first, thinking you were playing another joke you’d occasionally pull to get a reaction out of him, when you sent him a picture of a hospital monitor

M&M: haha very funny (￢_￢;)

Miles didn’t find it as funny when you responded with a selfie of you holding up your arm to flex your new cast while sticking out your tongue and winking.

M&M: WHAT?????

After a very frantic phone call that mostly consisted of Miles freaking out and demanding to know what happened, he rushed to immediately change clothes and sneak back out, arriving at the hospital mere minutes after the call to be by your side

So you’d broken your arm after a horribly painful landing when you’d fallen during the game, and Miles felt extremely guilty for not being there when it happened despite your reminder that there’s nothing he would’ve been able to do had he been their watching anyway

Miles would be disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to see you play anymore for what would likely be a very long time during your recovery, but at the same time would be there to console you if you’re upset for the same reason, he’d understand you not wanting to miss out on playing

Until you’re fully healed, expect Miles to constantly be trying to cheer you up or find other ways to spend time that you normally would’ve dedicated to soccer

This means more dates, more hanging out at his/your house when not at school, etc.

At one point he probably tries to get you to play video games with you and specifically gets FIFA thinking you’d enjoy it

It’s pretty hard to play a game with one hand though, so that idea gets shut down pretty quick but it’s the thought that counts

He ends up spending the entire night playing for you while you watch

Carries everything for you because you’re injured, claims it’s the gentlemanly thing to do but he ends up doing the most and using his chivalry 24/7 as an excuse to spend more time with you

But claiming he was helping you carry your things can only excuse him from being late to class for so long

— 42! MILES MORALES

Miles is so in love that some would assume he’s more dedicated to your own sport than you with how much effort he puts into learning any and everything about it all for you

He wasn’t really into soccer before you, he knew the basics of the game but wasn’t all that interested for no reason in particular, but after you started dating he took time out of his day to learn everything about it

From your team as a whole to what position you play, any team you were playing against, he even memorized the schedule for your games the day you brought it up to him

There’s hardly a single thing that would keep him from going to your games, and if any Prowler business comes up that he 1000% can’t miss, he’ll be sure to make up for whatever soccer event he missed because of it

When I say he’s dedicated I mean he’s DEDICATED, won’t let a single thing stop him from sitting in the bleachers, likely by himself, far enough from the crowd to avoid distractions and watch you the entire game

He’s not as loud as the rest when your team scores and they cheer, but he makes a point of looking extremely proud whenever it’s you who scores

His attentiveness ends up mattering because he ends up being their the day you get injured

There wouldn’t be enough words to describe the dread that filled his stomach as the smile quickly wiped off his face when another player from the team ran straight into you as you switched directions with the ball, one wrong step twisting your leg just far enough to make you immediately collapse and put the entire game on pause

Miles was out of his seat before he could even process what had happened, and before he knew it he was sitting in the hospital waiting room, anxiously shaking his leg while waiting for the staff to let him in to see you

When he was finally able to visit you there was a solid 5 minutes of him constantly asking questions seeing if you needed anything and making sure you were okay while simultaneously cursing out the other team member for putting you in here in an angry thread of Spanglish while pacing back and forth

You had to make him promise he was joking when he ventured into threatening the person, and he did (while crossing his fingers behind his back)

Saying he was upset you wouldn’t be able to play until your now broken leg healed is an understatement, but Miles promises to help you with everything until you get better

And when I say everything I mean everything

His mother raised a gentleman so good luck convincing him to dial it down with the nurse mode because he’s going to be all over you

Walking you to and from every destination, offering a hand at every small step, keeping a protective stance anytime you’re walking near any group of people/crowd to avoid anyone bumping into you, even going as far as to insist he carries anything you try to hold on your own

“You know I broke my leg, not my fingers, right? I can carry one bag by myself.”

“No dice, puedo hacerlo. Give it here.”

“It’s one bag! It’s not even that heavy!”

“Stop playing with me Y/N, give. It. Here.”

“Miles I swear to god-”

You ended up having to fork it over.

Miles might come off as insanely overbearing but you end up getting use to letting him assist you nearly 24/7, at the end of the day you know he’s trying his best (and doing a damn good job at it), he’s only trying so hard to show he cares

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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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kinktoberfest • reiner braun

show: attack on titan

kink: foot play

word count: 2.0K

content + themes: foot job, toe sucking, perv reiner, football player rei, tit fucking, mutual masturbation, cumshot

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.

if he had seen one, he’d seen them all…tall, short, dark and bright, cute and ugly…suede and leather? Some would assume that he was referring to the types of women he had come across in his lifetime but that was the furthest thing from. Especially at the moment..as he sat in the shared master bedroom of the two story mansion you called home. Releasing heavy sighs whilst watching you toss out this pair of Manolos and that pair of Louboutins behind you from the massive walk in closet. To say he was growing weary would be an understatement. He had been there for what felt like hours, watching you try on a plethora of shoes and dresses. It was rather daunting but for his beloved wife? He’d do practically anything!

“Rei!” “Yes, sugar? What is it?” “What do you think of these?”

Reiner Braun: five time Heisman winner, all star quarterback and world famous football star..dwindled down to glorified styling assistant as his wife, (y/n) tried on what had to be the fiftieth pair you’d come across. The occasion? An upcoming charity banquet hosted by a bunch of celebrities and Reiner happened to be one of the guests. In truth, he couldn’t wait for it to be over so all of this could cease. “They look good, poundcake. I like them.” However, there was a bit of a positive to this whole ordeal..you looked stunning in those shoes. Something about watching you strut about in those stilettos was..rather sexy. He’d never admit it, out of fear of sounding like an absolute freak but he’d love nothing more than to have you pressing that heel to the center of his chest or have it dangling over his shoulders right now. Just then, you’d take a seat in front of him, plopping down in the chair. Keeling over in frustration..

“What’s the matter? They all look great. No need to be upset, sugar.”

“I know and that’s the problem. I’m never going to be able to find the perfect pair.”

folding your arms and releasing a heavy winded sigh, (y/n) tossed your head back and glared up at the ceiling. You were so incredibly frustrated but in his eyes? You were making a fuss about nothing! What was the big deal anyways? You’d be wearing a long gown that was certain to have all eyes on you regardless so why would they matter? “For God sakes, babe. It’s just a pair of shoes. What could be so important?” However, if only he knew..he would’ve kept his damn mouth shut and not asked that! Rising straight back up, Reiner was met with a rather cross glare. See, being the star..he never had to worry about those sorts of things. All eyes would be on him regardless and everyone would love him either way. It was the wife who’d be nitpicked apart for every little detail. It didn’t help the fact that you didn’t exactly look like the rest of the stereotypical trophy spouses either so they’d be grasping at straws by now. “Are you kidding? I wear something out of style or the wrong color and they’ll grill my ass. One wrong outfit and I’ll be labeled as the girl who can’t dress.”

honestly, he thought it was hilarious! Making all of this fuss about this when your entire closet costs more than most people’s rent. Besides, you had impeccable taste. Even so, he’d never be able to convince you otherwise. So rather than listening to you bellyache and gripe about absolutely nothing of importance, Reiner simply dredged your legs up to his laps and placed your feet in the center of it. In one fell swoop, he’d drag the plush chair towards him and bridge the gap between you. “You wanna know what I think? I think that you need a break..” “b-but!—“ “But nothing, sugar. We still have four days. I’m sure you can find something then. If not, go buy a new one. Hell, go buy fifty if it’ll make you happy. But stop worrying that pretty little head of yours, okay?” It was so like him..so typical of this man to talk you off of the deep end when you were freaking out. Whilst you were in the middle of your rant, he was discreetly removing that current pair and massaging your rather sore soles instead. Trying on twenty plus pairs consecutively would make anyone’s feet hurt. Although, that wasn’t his entire reason. There was a bit of underlying selfishness to it as well..

“You’re right, papa. I’m sorry..it’s not that serious.” Chuckling to himself, Reiner continued kneading his fingers into your flesh, trying to relax those tendons. As he did so, he’d also bring your ankle and instep to his lips and place soft pecks on both. “That’s my girl..” but he didn’t stop there..he couldn’t even if he wanted to. And you didn’t exactly want him to either. On top of those long legs being accessorized with those cute shoes, you were sporting nothing more than a tiny lace teddy and to his surprise…with no panties on either; catching faint glimpses of that unsheathed little slit. Just then, a light grunt would arise from his throat as your legs parted slightly once again. Especially when he heard a whimper leave your throat as well.. “..that actually feels really good.” You most certainly needed it with the way they had been feeling. He’d press his fingertips into the curvature of your foot, wrinkle your toes and even rub up to your calves. The two of you sat there with the bridge between your bodies growing much smaller. His stubble grazing your skin and that gold anklet with his name engraved on it. By now, he had practically spread you open without you so much as even realizing and to your shock..

“..I can tell.” It was so blatantly obvious by the coat of slick on your mound and protruding clit. He would like to think you chose this particular attire on purpose but either way, he wasn’t mad..not in the slightest. The funniest part was that you didn’t try to deny it. Maybe you were equally as perverse as he was but you didn’t go get those expensive pedicures every other week and get those cute little toenails doused in white just for show…you got them done so your husband could have them in his mouth while he deep stroked you later that night! With deviant glares shrouding both of your faces, Reiner continued his onslaught of tender kissing of your ankles and toes, even flicking his tongue across them whilst looking directly into your eyes. He was intent, focused and determined to get you loosened up, which seemed to be working by the looks of it. Just that quick, you had managed to get him equally aroused; spotting an unmistakable bulge in his gray sweatpants. His shirtless torso showing off those impeccable abs. Cradling your foot with one hand, akin to the way he’d done those footballs previously, he began lacing them with sloppy pecks before placing them in his mouth and suckling. The glare in those beautiful brown eyes of yours told it all:

“…shit..Rei.” Causing you to squirm in your seat, attempting to feign off those pangs of pleasure but all you’d end up doing was rutting yourself against the cushion..furthering your desire. But just as you did so, you’d feel that imprint underneath your opposite foot grow larger, practically swelling. When he had a woman this beautiful, it took next to nothing for his dick to get hard. Especially when you were into the same taboo quirks he was.. “..play with yourself.” Muttering in that grovely tone. Only repeating it as he glided his tongue up the side of your instep and nibbled at your ankle once more. “Play with that pussy f’r me. And don’t take that foot off of me either. Keep it right there.” Absolute in what he said, you’d follow his command; slowly removing your breasts from the top of that ensemble and lifting the bottom portion to expose your heat to the cool air. Those nipples were super erect and that cunt was dripping. Kneading your fingers into those round, juicy tits..(y/n) brought them up to your mouth and began suckling those stuff buds whilst rubbing on your clit. He could hear that slick being drummed up and it sent your husband into a tailspin. He was so horny right now, it made no sense. It was taking all of his restraint to not put you on this floor, pin you down and drill your shit right here. But alas, this was a little more fun. The constant teasing, the subtle foreplay and mutual freakiness between you two. Who else would be into something like this? Massaging those fingertips over your parted plumpness, you’d toss your head back; titties swaying as you impaled yourself on those digits..bouncing up and down on them, hoping to have them replaced with his thick cock soon. For now, you’d allow him to continue savoring your toes and enjoying his rather peculiar and taboo fetish; pedaling the opposite foot against his hard on. Grunting and moaning, Reiner promptly shuffled that elastic waistband down until his entire erect sprang forth. It was swollen..all eight and a half inches standing at attention and seeping with precum; apparent by the formed stain on his pants. That mushroom tip beaming red and ready to use something to relieve that pressure. He’d immediately wrap that palm around his shaft and begin stroking. Softly shuffling it up and down from the base to the tip; smacking those full balls in the process. He shouldn’t have been this aroused by your feet of all things but his infatuation with you ran throughout the entire body. That was the effect you had on him. You’d continue bringing yourselves to the edge. “Fuck..got me so hard right now, sugar. I don’t know what to do..look what you did to me.” That mischievous chuckle and grin returned as he watched you grinding on those digits, wishing they were the real thing. The power you held over him was insurmountable. Still working yourself over, you’d giggle as well, whining so helplessly.

“Fuck..get on your knees, baby. Get on your fucking knees..”

hissing through gritted teeth as he ushered you to the ground. Reluctantly removing your toes from his mouth. With those breasts still unclothed, Reiner positioned you before him; resembling an obedient little slut, he’d impatiently grope your tits..maneuvering until his cock was nestled between them and he’d make haste in fucking them. Bucking his hips forward, Reiner growled whilst using your flesh to his satisfaction. Pumping himself through the tight confines of those squeezed breasts. Utilizing his own precum as lubricant to make it easier to push through the tightly formed orifice. To say your husband was losing his mind may have been a gross understatement. After working himself over, you’d notice that his breath was beginning to falter and his strokes became uneven..a sure fire signal that he was growing closer. It wouldn’t be long before he began to twitch. You’d press your hands to the sides of your chest, closing the gap and making it more compact..thus prompting him to come..

“Nut on them, baby. Go ahead, let it out.” Even extending your tongue and closing your eyes to prepare for it. Only seconds later did you feel him come to a halt and hear a loud grunt leave his throat. It was then that you’d feel the damp warmth splattering all over your tongue, face and tits; painting you with every droplet of his cum. Grasping your chin, Reiner then placed a gentle kiss atop your forehead, amid the laughter that followed from the two of you.

“That was fun.”

“Yes it was..thank you sugar.” Swiping the remnants from your eyes. It hadn’t even dawned on either of you that you had just gotten off in the most strange of ways. But it could be your dirty little secret..no one had to know.

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lawva-girl · 16 days

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Jealousy

Law x fat!reader

reader is gender nuetral. :))))

WC: 1365

shout out to @sukunas-play-thing for the idea!!!! I hope you like this with my whole heart!!!!

I just know in my soul Law would go so incredibly well with a plussized person!!!!!!!

Boa Hancock. The most beautiful woman in the world. Looking at her made you feel like there wasn’t even a comparison between the two of you, she was so pretty. You were… average? It was hard to tell.

You, along with the Heart pirates, were all staring at her in amazement. You heard the voice of her sister, warning all the men of what could happen if their sister got upset. Saying something about how she isn’t afraid to turn allies either.

It didn’t matter, they all still looked. You wondered if it worked on women too, since Ikkaku was also staring with heart eyes. After a quick glance around, you found that Law was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly you were storming into his room, desperate to find him. You knew it wasn’t entirely plausible but what if he had gone off and turned to stone? You had to find him, you could probably convince Hancock to turn him back…

You turned the corner to leave his room, when a voice scared the fuck out of you.

“What are you doing here y/n-ya?”

Freezing in place, part of you was incredibly grateful he didn’t turn to stone, another part of you was freaking out that your beloved Law had caught you in his room.

“Oh Law… uhm the crew was staring at Hancock again… I came to get you.” You barely got the sentence out, since you were trying to make up a reason as to why you were here that wasn’t pathetic.

“Thank you for getting me, I’ll head out there now.”

Suddenly there was panic in your gut again, but he was already on the move to you, where the door was.

“Law, you shouldn’t go out there! You might see her!” You turned fully towards him and decided that you would refuse to let him pass.

“Why would that matter?” He didn’t even slow down, just opened a room and ‘shambles’ his way past you.

You turned as quickly as you could to look at him but his hat was the only thing you saw. He was gone.

You stood for only a second before beginning to chase after him.

Once outside, there was a peculiar scene.

The heart pirates were all sitting on their knees, head hung low. They were sitting in front of Hancock and Law, who were lecturing the group together.

Upon seeing you on the deck of the polar tang Law nodded, then went back to yelling. You stood there confused, clearly something had happened, but you felt like an outsider.

Not a clue as to what was happening.

Thankfully, Law decided to clue you in on what occurred later.

The two of you were sitting in the medical bay, where he was patching up a gash in your leg. It had been an eventful day to say the least. The bay itself was quiet and calm though, not showing any signs of what had occurred that day. With the exception of you and your leg of course.

“You can’t just run around however you want y/n-ya.” Law didn’t even look up at you as he spoke, instead focusing on the stitches he was putting in your leg.

“It’s not like I wanted to fall off the Tang… my depth perception was just a bit off. Plus I would’ve been fine if the repairs Shachi was working on were finished.” You closed your eyes when you felt the pinching pain Law was administering.

“I’ve had to yell at too many people today, can’t any of you behave?” He grumbled, making it obvious for you that he was upset.

“I know, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t fall again. It’s not like anyone would be able to fish me out if I did.”

“What?”

Law stared at you now, you assumed he looked up in shock at one point or another.

“What did you have to yell at the others for?” You asked him, not giving him the chance to say anything.

Law took a deep breath, “they almost got turned to stone, Hancock caught them all staring. Thankfully she wasn’t upset, since we had helped Luffy.”

“Oh that’s good…” you laid back fully, closing your eyes. You had always worked as a somewhat friend to Law, hearing him rant and complain. It made you happy to have a use. It made you especially happy to have Law need you, despite knowing that you didn’t have a chance with him.

Law didn’t speak much in general, so if you wanted to know you kinda had to pry. You wanted to know so badly how he ended up lecturing beside Hancock, but you also did not want to know at all.

“So.. you weren’t staring with them?” You felt your heart quicken, but you didn’t say anything to take it back.

Law coughed a bit, then explained, “No. she’s pretty but I’m not… attracted to her.”

“Why not? She’s beautiful and she has the perfect body! Plus her hair is perfect and she’s so skinny, anyone could fish her out of water.” You spoke the words before you even realized it, feeling the consequences seconds later when Law hesitated to respond.

“I don’t like…” he paused and smiled into an evil smirk, like it was second nature, “I prefer women who have something I can hold onto.”

You sat up with eyes wide in shock, and mouth agape. “But…”

“What? I’m not allowed?” Law looked at you now, and you could swear there was something in his eyes. Something that you could get extremely familiar with.

While you remained there speechless, Law finished on your leg. As he smoothed the bandages over the slice, you stared at his hands.

“I’m done. Just make sure you take it easy for 3 days, unless you want it to reopen.” Law stood, turning swiftly and started to clean his tools and pack his equipment.

“You don’t like Hancock at all?” You called out from the hospital bed.

“No. I like people with something to hold onto. Like you.” Law turned slightly, you could just barely see his face enough to tell he was being serious.

“Oh! Uhm!”

“I like people who have soft thighs I can use as pillows, people who have a belly for me to grab while spooning, people that have a butt and love handles. I like to grab them and watch…”

Your eyes were wide, unsure of why he was telling you this and why he wouldn’t stop.

“I like people who have meat on their bones. Plus when a person like that is drowning, only a real man can save them. I can lift you, and I can lift you when you're soaked too.”

“Law I.. why are you,” you couldn’t think of the words you wanted to use, until Law interrupted.

“Why would I tell you?” You nodded fervently, “I’m telling you because I hope you’ll do something about it.”

You stared at him, he seemed so far from you. He wasn’t at all but you felt weird trying to stand on your leg that was freshly patched. So you motioned for him to come over to you with your hand.

“Why?” He was walking over as he spoke.

“I have to tell you something..” you motioned for him to come closer, so he did.

You again motioned for him to come closer, and he rolled his eyes but did again.

You leaned forward and closed the gap between you two, whispering to him “my type in men.. its men who are named Law.”

He turned his head towards yours in shock, and you chuckled. He took the opportunity of the proximity and pressed his lips to yours. Your chuckle died in your throat, as you pressed back into him.

It felt like magic. His lips were soft, and soo warm. You were convinced such a cold steely man would have a matching body.

Then you realized, all this time. Law wasn’t cold, he was just caring in a different way. He had answered every question you had. He never put you down, and he seemed to like you the way you are.

#trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #ARGH #this was a struggle for me to like plan out #but i feel good with the direction it went #i also realized i dont write to like #create a world or make beautiful images #i write to pretend like fictional characters can receive the love and feelings i have for them

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I think Hazel should’ve gone with Nico instead down to Tartarus. Without a prophecy or quest bc Nico and Hazel don’t play by the rule book.

Then we could’ve gotten an adorable underworld sibling bonding book with both of them hilariously being unaware of modern stuff. And telling each other stuff they’ve learned.

They ditch both of their boyfriends who are freaking out because they don’t know where they snuck off to. And since Nico said in HoH that when he and Hazel shared power that anything felt possible, they truly believe they can succeed.

(Also Hazel understands death and wouldn’t be complaining every five seconds like Will was. Maybe it would’ve been more original and less percabeth 2.0 (but worse)

It begins with Nico leaving Camp Jupiter, having visited Hazel (for what he believes could be the last time) and telling Will he would be back in a week or so. A lie Nico tells to keep his boyfriend from coming after him to Tartarus (way more in character of him lol) as he believes a child of Apollo would easily be snuffed out down there.

Nico realizes he’s throwing a good possible future away by sneaking out to do this, but the nightmares have become so twisted and unbearably disturbing that he fears he’s going to lose his mind either way if he doesn’t manage to find the person calling out his name every night.

He also doesn’t like when others are left behind.

Since Will has insisted Nico not use shadowtravel to get back to New York from California, Nico says he’s going to take the train instead.

But Hazel KNOWS someone is off. Knows Nico is hiding something. Something that causes her brothers eyes to tinge red when he hugs her, gives her a wobbly goodbye, and squeezes just a bit too tight. Something that causes the paper thin smile he gives her when she sees him off to board his train.

Something that inexplicably makes her sneak onto that train behind him.

Upon Nico putting his stuff away in the closet of his train compartment and finding a head of cinnamon brown curls say ‘ouch’ when he accidentally throws his suitcase on top of a stowaway sister, being mad is a bit of an understatement…

When Hazel knowingly questions why he’s so upset at her, Nico suddenly has no words.

They eat in the trains dining room, Chinese noodles with strangely large fortune cookies that they save for later.

Hazel doesn’t manage to get anything out of Nico as they sit side by side next to a window, watching the world whoosh by and making idle chatter that Nico only seems to be half heartedly replying to. Seeing her brothers zoned out gaze, thin hands shaking slightly, the ever present tinge of red and fear ringing his large dark eyes, Hazel knows this is something more than wrong.

If the bravest demigod she’s ever met looks this terrified, to her it can only mean one thing.

Her suspicion is proven correct when her and Nico crack open their fortune cookies from dinner and instead of a thin piece of white with a generic quote on the paper… two small black parchments with gold lettering come out instead.

Two warnings. From what god? They don’t know.

Hazel’s questioning dies on her tongue when she sees the thin lines of tears falling from her brothers eyes. She doesn’t ask him anything else that night, just wraps a hug around him as frail shoulders shake in her arms.

The next day Nico acts as if nothing happened and asks her if frank knows she’s okay which she sheepishly replies that he probably doesn’t even know where she is. Nico says the same about Will, and they decide to not tell their current boyfriends anything yet.

Yet…. After the incident of last night and the fortune cookie parchment mentioning a place that hazel has definitely heard of before, she knows exactly what Nico is planning.

And she’s not letting anything happen to him as long as she’s alive. Even if Nico insists on pretending Hazel doesn’t know anything.

After the long train ride and Nico questioning this one random passenger for an hour about the strange gaming device in his hands (a Nintendo lol) and the siblings chatting about mundane things happening in their camps; they finally are in Manhattan.

Hazel is now done with letting Nico pretend.

Before she can get a word out the word ‘No’ has already passed her brothers lips. They fight. Their first actual fight ever. One that ends in sobs wrecking through Nicos body and pangs of guilt, sadness, and anger piercing Hazels heart.

But one thing rises above them all:

Protectiveness.

After making up and Nico realizing Hazels not ever going to back down given the look in her eyes, he realizes he doesn’t have a say in this. She is coming with him whether he likes it or not. Fear plummets in his stomach.

After a trip to Target for food and supplies for the trip that neither of them currently want to think about because what they are planning to do is… insane. Literally insane. But as Nico remembers that feeling of the time he and Hazel shared their power that one time, a thread of hope starts to weave in his heart. Psychotic hope, but still hope nonetheless.

They shadowtravel to Central Park, Nico not feeling nearly as woozy with Hazels help. He also delightfully finds out that coffee seems to cure the fatigue from using that side of his powers lol.

They manage to open the doors of Orpheus’ by ‘borrowing’ a guys phone as they see him jog by, and play some random song called ‘into the dark’ (by death cab for cuties lol) from the guys playlist holding it up to the opening.

The song sounds like another warning. They both ignore it.

They travel down dark steps, hands clasped. They talk in the quiet empty smelling air, comfortable in the underground silence. Until faint light hits their faces. The ever constant line of fresh souls lead them to Charons boat where they are taken to the land of the dead.

They now must avoid detection from their father at all costs. Nicos not worried about Charon tattling on them to Hades since he doesn’t get paid enough anyway (lol). Nico takes Hazel to meet the trogs new home down in the underworld (one thing I liked in tsats).

Hazel adores them and their funny outfits.

The trogs tell Nico that his ‘really deep tunnel’ he requested they dig is almost done, and Hazel is hurt that Nicos been planning this so long without telling her or anybody. They make Nico and Hazel spend the night with them before they go and they play with the baby trogs and dance together, trying to forget what they’re going to do tomorrow. They fall asleep to the sound of baby trogs giggling next to them.

The next day Nico attempts to sneak away from Hazel one more time and Hazel explodes at him. Anger making her say some things she doesn’t want to and Nico apologizing profusely but saying he’s angry at himself for allowing her to come with him.

They are interrupted by the trogs leader saying the Tunnel Into the Dark is finished. They can feel the intense suction of The Pit even from several feet away. Memories of the first time Nico was sucked down threaten to spill over and embarrassingly makes him want to run and hide somewhere.

But he feels Hazels hand in his and that strange, wonderful feeling of intense power. And love. And then they are straddling a boat the trogs pull from the river of forgotten dreams (the Styx I think) and with one final push… they are falling.

On the boat it feels like they’re floating.

They fall for a very long time. But Nico notices it’s not as long as the first time. Or maybe it doesn’t feel that long bc someone is here beside him.

They use their shared geokinisis powers to make an enormous slide of bones, black dirt, and stone.

When the boat hits the ground Nico almost gets flung face first into the Phlegethon river. They drink from it and begin the search.

They devastatingly find out the voice was never Bob bc Bob was absorbed into tartarus’s breastplate (like in actual canon HoH) but that it was something else entirely.

Something that makes Nico perhaps the angriest he’s ever been.

They find Jason’s soul down there. Something that shocks both Nico and Hazel to the core. Nico thinks it’s a trick but soon can tell that the soul that is looking at him so coldly and unfamiliar is actually Jason.

A different Jason. One with hatred illuminating every thread of his form.

That’s why Nico didn’t know where Jason’s spirit had gone. It had been intercepted by something and Jason has turned into a mania like his mother. A spirit that fumes on hatred and forgotten dreams. The one thing he never wanted to be.

Nico cries over the horrid inevitable fate of Bob and promises that he will ALWAYS be remembered. He doesn’t have much time to think on this though because right now a livid son of Jupiter is rising higher and higher above Nico and Hazel, the threat is obvious.

In Jason’s manic state he blames Nico for not checking on him and seeing that he got a peaceful afterlife and greives the fact that Piper and Leo and Nico ‘never bothered’ to attend his funeral. He blames the gods, his father especially, for being unworthy of their demigod children. He blames the underworlds justice system not following up on his missing soul and dismissing his entire life as if it was nothing.

As if he was never a hero. Never anything at all.

Nicos is crushed, but realizes that Jason’s being manipulated by something. A dream demon that wanted to trap Nico the entire time in order to consume his energy/power and shadow travel out of his prison and into the mortal world bc it would’ve taken him years to get out otherwise.

The dream demon used its powers to intercept Jason’s soul thanks to Caligulas cursed blade that had killed him, and reached inside his mind to find out about Nico and figure out the best way to get Nico to come back to his worst nightmare.

And now that Hazel and Nico are both there that’s double the power to consume.

Turns out the entire thing was simply about a selfish monster playing with demigods. A tale as old as the beginning of mythology.

The demon taunts them saying he used Jason - son of the King of the Gods - as a little toy in order to easily bring his meal to him. Remarking how easy and quick it was to bait someone like Nico.

Someone who can never leave someone behind.

And Hazel, how easy it was to get her to follow her brother. Taunting that she’s just as stupid, gullible, and selfless…

The children of the underworld snap.

And all Hades breaks loose. Signaling to every monster within a 100 mile radius to know exactly where they are.

They battle together but the waves and waves of monsters is just too extreme. On the brink of inevitable death, a certain goddess appears.

The one who gave them the warnings in the form of fortune cookies. The one that sensed Nicos need for vengeance.

They escape with Nemesis help, but she wants something equally valuable in return for helping Nico and Hazel escape. Nico breaks down and agrees to relinquish all of his precious memories of Bianca and his past life in return for Hazel and a new possible future. A true balance in his heart.

Choosing Hazel over memories of Bianca makes Hazel cry and they bond stronger.

Strangely enough Nico becomes happier without the constant grief of his older sister on his shoulder.

In a way choosing to let her go the same way she did when she chose to be with the hunters.

And then once again when she chose reincarnation.

They still have to worry about Jason though who is constantly causing blood thunderstorms across Tartarus’s sky and wrecking havoc all over the place.

(Also it would be so funny to see Jason literally just… chase Nico and Hazel all over the place… flying after them screaming while they run for their lives bc they can’t see or hear due to the bloodstorm & huge booms of thunder and shit lol.)

Hazel manages to trap Jason in a kaleidoscope of his own storm and shadow with her mist magic and her and Nico manage to shadowtravel him to the ghostly boat that will lead them out. She lets him out but he’s struggling so much in his metal binds that Nico has to knock him out with a punch to the face bc he’s the only one that can touch ghosts.

They ferry up the river Acheron out of Tartarus and chat about what the fuck just happened down there.

Hades awaits them when they arrive.

He’s very angered that his two only living children disobeyed his strict order of not going down there, but relinquishes it eventually when he realizes how tired and beat up his kids look and praises them instead. Hades turns to Nico and states that his older sister would be proud of him. Which Nico replies with confusion saying he doesn’t have an older sister which saddens hades as he figures out what Nico had to give away.

He offers them both something they want.

Anything.

Hazel wishes for Jason to be cured of his mania, and Nico wishes to give Jason back a chance at life. As he still had so much work to do for the gods and goddesses that did not have shrines and action figures to respect them.

Both of these things surprise hades but he grudgingly does so (bc Jason is a son of Jupiter/zeus) saying that Nico and Hazel are indeed very special children.

Although Hades honors Nicos wish he can’t simply let a soul leave the underworld without a final test (hazel being the exception) and does something he did thousands of years ago with another hero begging for his wife’s soul back.

He tells Nico and Hazel they can lead Jason out of the underworld but only if they don’t look back at him. Across the fields of asphodel, across cerebus’ cavern, across the river styx, the journey on Charons boat, back up the many steps that lead to the mortal world…. If they look back once their friend is gone forever. Again…

They distract themselves with a deck of mythomagic cards Hazel stole from Frank (cause she wanted to know why her brother and boyfriend liked the game so much) much to Nico’s embarrassed delight. Nico’s so into explaining the game to Hazel, that the intense need to check if Jason’s still behind them dissipates a bit.

They only notice they’re outside when a wave of sunlight blinds them both and a large figure grabs them from behind.

Jason hugs the daylights out of Nico & Hazel crying like a little kid as months of memories of torment in Tartarus resurface into guilt.

Hades thinks it’s slightly amusing to see a tall muscular son of Jupiter being consoled by his two smaller children as he mentally watches the scene play out from his godly throne.

Nico says he kept the plans of the shrines Jason wanted to build and says maybe he can help with decorating (lol)

I’m gonna have to get an artist to draw a fancomic of this to heal my soul.

Also…. What the fuck did I just write?

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