#one day i’ll never wake up and it’ll be because of them probably

[taichea]

;; lil illustrations for chapter 15 of @cyanide-e-pistachio‘s lovely fanfic …

for everyone who yearns for more postcanon shuake .

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Sweet Dreams

A/N: happy star wars day everybody! every year the anakin girlie in me comes out when I marathon all the movies. I wrote this about 3 years ago when I was having chronic nightmares and I finally felt like sharing 🫶🏻 - mod angel

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary: Anakin knows all too well how bad it feels to wake up alone after a nightmare, so he’s perfectly happy to comfort the one he loves most in their vulnerable moment.

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I woke with a start, my breathing heavy as I escaped the horrible dreamworld that I was quickly forgetting. Tears began to fill my eyes; I didn’t know why I felt so scared from a dream, but suddenly I felt very empty and sad. Anakin wasn’t in bed with me; I probably slept late again and he was up doing something somewhere in the apartment.

I hugged my blanket close to me as I finally got up from our bed. I walked out of the bedroom wearily, needing to find where he was.

I walked into the kitchen and saw him cooking something on the stove, his back to me.

“Ani?” I called meekly, still hugging the blanket to my chest.

He turned around to look at me, immediately growing concerned by the tears in my eyes and the blanket I was clinging to for comfort.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” he asked, quickly striding toward me to hug me close to him. He picked me up off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist, the blanket dropping to the floor as I wrapped my arms behind his neck.

“Bad dreams again.” I said meekly, still teary-eyed and sniffly. I nuzzled my face into his neck, already starting to feel a bit calmer just being near him.

He pulled away a little to look at me. He wiped a stray tear coming from my eye. “I’m sorry, sweetie. it’s okay now. Nothing will hurt you; I would never let that happen.”

I nodded, pressing my forehead against his. “I know you wouldn’t,” I responded softly.

He gently ran his fingers through my hair, placing a kiss on my forehead. He hugged me close to him and spoke gently into my ear. “How about this: I’m gonna make you some breakfast, and if you’re still feeling sad after that we can go back to bed and rest for a little bit.” He looked me in the eyes and cradled my face. “Okay?”

I nodded and nuzzled my face into his hand, the feeling of his skin on mine comforting me.

“Okay,” he whispered again. “I have to put you down while I cook, though.” He walked to the counter and set me down gently, stroking my cheek before walking back to the stove. I started to feel sniffly again without being physically attached to him.

He must’ve sensed my mood shift because he bent down to collect the blanket off the floor and handed it to me. He kissed me gently on the lips and took my hands in his. “As soon as I’m done cooking, I promise I’ll keep you in my arms and won’t let you go all day. It’ll just be you and me today, angel”

I nodded, hugging the soft blanket close to me and lightly kicking my feet softly as I watched him cook. The food started to smell really nice, making my stomach growl. He chuckled softly as he started putting the food on a plate. “Not much longer, my love. I promise.”

He finished up and put the food down on the kitchen table. He walked over to me, and I reached my arms up to wrap them around his neck as he picked me up off the counter. He walked back over to the table, placing me on my feet on the floor before sitting in the chair and pulling me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. “I promise you don’t have to leave my arms for the rest of the day.”

I nuzzled into him and put my hands over his at my waist. I turned my head to him to give him a quick kiss before starting to eat the breakfast he made. It was delicious, and it helped me start to feel a little better; being hungry never helps a bad mood.

When we finished eating, I stood up so Anakin could put the plates in the sink. He walked back over to me and picked me up again. He kissed my forehead and asked, “So, what do you want to do now, angel? Do you want to lay in bed for a while?”

I took a second to think. I wasn’t tired enough to go back to sleep, and I’d feel guilty making him stay and do nothing while I slept. But laying in bed with him sounded nice. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He hooked his arms under my legs that were wrapped around his waist and walked to our bedroom. He placed me gently on the bed before getting in himself, pulling the covers over the both of us.

“I’m not tired enough to go back to sleep,” I started, finding my place in his arms as I lay my head on his chest. “But I’d like to cuddle with you for a little while.”

He rested his head on mine. “That’s perfectly fine with me, princess.”

I blushed at his pet name. I loved when he called me that. I looked up at him and kissed him, slower this time. He ran his fingers through my hair as we kissed, softly and sweetly.

The slow, comforting movements of his hands in my hair started to soothe me, and I could feel just how tired I was after such restless sleep. I pulled away from the kiss, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

He laughed softly, kissing the top of my head. “How about you get some more sleep, hm? I’ll be right here the whole time; I’ll make sure you have sweet dreams this time.”

I just nodded, since I didn’t have the energy to argue with him. I needed to get some rest, and I knew I could now that I was in his arms.

His hands wrapped around my waist, my head moving to lay on his chest. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat soothed me like a lullaby.

As I was starting to drift off, I heard him whisper softly: “I love you.”

“Love you too… So much…” I mumbled, already half asleep. His sweet words were the last thing I heard before I drifted off, snug in his arms as I finally entered a peaceful sleep.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Perhaps you could write something? It’s my birthday and everyone seems to have forgotten. Maybe you could write Billy finding out it’s the readers birthday coming up and she’s crying because she doesn’t have family or friends and she’s alone, so be make sure she has a great day. (Fluff or smut, idk)

Yes! Happy belated birthday!!! I really wanted to get this ask out before everything else I’m working on because I know this feeling and it totally sucks. Billy would absolutely kiss it all better. Hope you all enjoy! (And happy birthday again anon! Thank you so much for the ask!)

Billy x you

You’d made it to nearly 7pm before the first tear finally slipped down your cheek, leaving a cold, wet trail in its wake.

Fuck it. You were proud of yourself for making it this long. You didn’t even bother to wipe it away. Another birthday, come and almost gone, without even a text. Yeah you had a few friends but it wasn’t worth it to truly open up to anyone anymore. Not really. But the older you got the harder it was to spend another birthday alone.

You were just about to go for the cheap liquor in the cabinet so you could take a sleeping pill and just drink until you passed out when there was a knock at your door. You almost thought of just ignoring it but what the fuck. You didn’t even care at this point if you were murdered by some psycho.

You opened the door and nearly dropped the bottle of vodka from the surprise. It was definitely a crazy person but not one that was going to kill you. At least not on purpose.

“Billy…” you managed to stammer out. “Uh…what…”

You’d been helping him out for awhile now when he needed information, you’d let him buy you a few drinks in payment now and again and you’d had the hottest fucking make out session at his office late one night a few weeks ago - until you’d been interrupted and decided it was probably for the best. He’d never come by your place before though and you knew it was ridiculous to be surprised he knew where you lived.

“Can a poor bloke come in, or ya gonna make me get on my knees and beg, doll?” he grinned.

Your stomach flip flopped wildly but you stepped aside, still at a loss for words, and - you couldn’t help it - quite intrigued.

“What are you…?”

“Came by to take ya out. Ya want to change? Nothin’ fancy or anythin’, just a dive I like down the street.”

“Take me out?” God you sounded so stupid but it’d been an awful day and you just couldn’t process anything and all of a sudden he looked so fucking good standing in your living room, and even though it was for the best you could not help thinking about all the dirty thoughts you’d had about him since that night. All of them included him naked and ravaging you, making you come until you couldn’t move anymore.

He grinned then, his dimple showing, and you wondered if he could tell what you were thinking. “Happy Birthday, doll. I meant to be here sooner but I got stuck with work.”

“How do you know when my birthday is?” you asked, shocked and looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Ya said somethin’ about no one callin’ you last year and I didn’t know if ya had anyone else this year either. Ya shouldn’t have to be alone if ya don’t want. And I’ve wanted to take ya out anyway.”

Tears stung at the back of your eyes again, this was almost impossible to believe, but you took a breath and pushed them down. “Yeah,” you smiled up at him. “I’ll change, it’ll just be a minute.”

~*~*~

You threw on your favorite pair of jeans, some boots and a nice tank top and Billy took your hand as he led you down the street. It was a dark, weathered looking bar but you didn’t mind. He sat you down in a booth in the back corner and went to the bar to order. “They have the best chips…er, fries,” he amended as he sat down across from you. “Loaded, you’ll love ‘em.”

One of the waiters brought the plate of loaded fries over along with two drinks. Billy ordered your favorite and you felt all your depression over this stupid day start to melt away.

“Thank you,” you murmured taking a drink and humming. It was good.

“Aw it’s nothin’,” he waved his hand in the air. But you could tell he knew how much this meant to you.

The fries were even better. You’d barely eaten all day and they were amazing. When you moaned out lout at how good they were, licking your fingers, he gave you a cheeky, knowing grin, clearly pleased with himself. You knew exactly what he was thinking and it felt really fucking good. God, you needed this.

The two of you shared the fries and just talked about everything. You made a joke about some ridiculous C-level supe and he laughed out loud, a deep rich, sound with a real smile. The whole thing nearly made you climb on his lap right there in front of everyone. You remembered exactly how he had felt when he’d kissed you weeks ago, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you against his swelling cock, his tongue plundering your mouth while his beard rubbed against your sensitive skin. Fuck you wanted him so badly.

The bar wasn’t too crowded but there was a group of girls at a table in the middle, laughing and having a good time. At one point some old rock song came on the jukebox and they got up, dancing around. You couldn’t help smiling, watching them. You hadn’t done anything like that in forever. Maybe sometimes it was worth it to get out, just let go and have fun.

Billy was watching you while you watched them and you caught his gaze as you turned back. There was a glint in his dark hazel eyes and it made your stomach flutter hotly. It was the first time you let yourself believe maybe there was more to this than him just being nice because he felt he had to.

At some point you got up to go to the restroom and when you returned, Billy had fresh drinks. He scooted against the wall as he watched you walk toward him. His gaze slid over you, head to toe then he was nodding for you to sit beside him instead of on the other side of the table.

You eagerly slide into the booth, pressing against his side as he lifted his arm for you to cuddle up close.

“You’re too good for me, love. But I’m starting to think I don’t give a fuck.”

You hummed happily and took a long drink of your alcohol. It was just enough to lighten your mood and make you just a bit tipsy, not too much.

His warm fingers brushed over your arm, his thumb rubbing your shoulder and you let you own hand fall to thigh under the table. It was firm and hot and you must have made some kind of stupid sound because the next you knew Billy gave a low chuckle.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” you murmured softly. You truly had not felt this good in a very long time “I never - Just thanks. I owe you one.”

You felt Billy lean over to kiss the top of your head. “Ya don’t owe me nothin’, love, though if you have somethin’ in mind, I certainly won’t argue…” His voice had dipped a little low and a shiver went through you at the implication.

One more big gulp and you were finished with your drink. “Walk me home?” you asked, turning to look up at him.

The look on his face said it all.

This time he had his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body as he walked you back.

When you paused to unlock the front door of the building, he rubbed his hand back and forth over your hip and you fumbled the key twice before you got it in.

By the time you got to your own door you were almost shaking, you were aching for him so badly. And fuck, he seemed to know exactly what was happening because he spun you around before you could even try and get the key in again.

His eyes were dark and full of heated desire and you moaned out loud as he wound his strong arms around you and pulled you against him.

“Do ya want me to stay?” His big hand was sliding down and groping your ass, pulling you up and into him before he’d even finished the question.

“Fuck yes, Billy…” You were so hot and slick for him already you wouldn’t care if he took you right here in the hallway and you’d already decided this was absolutely the best birthday you’d ever had.

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I didn’t want it to get crazy long but if y’all want a part two of birthday night with Billy I would looooove to write it, I have a bunch of ideas, let me know!

If you have also put in requests or are waiting for the next part to glimmer please know I will ABSOLUTELY write your request as soon as I’m able. I LOVE all the requests I’ve gotten so much! For my long Billy fic, I am very close to being done with the next part! ❤️ (OH MY GOSH I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT THAT CRAZY UNEXPLAINED NOTE IN MY BILLY NOTES WAS FOR WOOOOOO)

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SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time a prince mistakenly fell in love with the wrong princess” — kim sunoo

kim sunoo x fem!reader genre: mistakenly falling in love , strangers to lovers , fluff , a bit of angst ! warnings: none (at least not that im aware of! please update me if you find anything!!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD !!

WORD-COUNT ; 5.2k+

NOTE. besties its been A REAL WHILE!! i’ve been trying to balance my life but i fail miserably honestly. i wrote all of this on one of my free days instead of studying for math!!😭 you better like it or i’ll cry. please leave feedbacks!! i love reading them!! hope you have a good day / afternoon / evening / night!! mentions of jungwon’s story are here too!!<3

“y/n did you forget you have manners class today? get up!” your mother was the one to wake you up after your maids failed attempts, she pulled your blanket away and you groaned.

manners classes always annoyed you. probably because it had something to do with ‘how to act in front of your future husband’ rules and manners.

“do i have to go?” you whined. your mother raised her eyebrow, “did you really just ask me that question?”

you rolled your eyes and got up, “i’m up, you can go now”

she left your room without saying anything else. you sighed loudly and sat on your bed.

“good morning your highness, let’s get you ready” one of your maids smiled softly at you.

“give me only five more minutes” you begged and she shook her head, “your mother will get furious if you’ll be late”

you closed your eyes in defeat, you know she’s right. sometimes you wish your mother wouldn’t be so strict about everything in your life.

after getting ready you rushed to eat dinner with your parents, who were already waiting for you.

“mother, father” you greeted them, without even a good morning.

your relationship with your parents is quite weird. if you’d be asked to address it you would’ve said its a co-workers relationship. you barely talk about your problems with them, nor they ask about your well-being. all they care about is royalty, royalty and royalty.

“have you heard? hybe’s kingdom will have a ball for their youngest’s birthday” your father spoke.

“oh yes! i saw the invitation” your mother answered, “it’s a no-adults party except for his older brothers, y/n you’re invited there”

you glanced at your mother who was busy cutting her bread, “hm?”

“hybe kingdom invited all younger royals to celebrate the youngest son’s birthday, you’re definitely going!!” your mother smiled.

“you’ll be able to meet your future husband there! we didn’t want you two to meet up yet but who knows, maybe it’ll be a start of something” your father added.

“we’ll tell you into more details later, now go to your class! your teacher is waiting” your mother ordered and you did as she said.

you’ve had manners classes as soon as you turned into a beautiful young lady, according to your mom, you should’ve taken them earlier—so you’d be more prepared and will have some manners in front of her friends.

when you turned fifteen, your family already informed you they decided on your future husband, and you had no option to resist, they forced this marriage on you and didn’t even give you the chance to say no.

you’ve never heard of the man, you don’t know anything about him. the only thing you do know is that you’re going to get married to him as soon as you turn 21 which means, your clock is ticking and you’re slowly going out of options.

ever since you can remember yourself, you wanted your own fairytale love story, a one love story that will make anyone envy you, a one true love story you can use when you want to tell your future kids a night story, a one true love story where you’d be the one to pick the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with.

your parents however, thought it was a good joke, and always used to laugh at it.

“true love story? there’s no such a thing” your mother always says.

“we got married for the benefit of our kingdoms, and we fell in love through the marriage, you’ll get to experience it too” your father adds.

“marrying someone you don’t know isn’t that bad! you’ll get to know each other after the wedding” your parents both love to laugh about it whenever they could.

your manners class should’ve been called ‘how to be a good wife’ class in your opinion, you learn nothing other than how to behave around your future husband and how to take care of him. stupid primitive royalties.

“good morning y/n, let’s get to class quickly” your teacher who had been waiting for you in your usually room greeted you and you greeted her back.

“what do you do if your husband tells you that he’s tired from duties and he’s hungry but the maids are already asleep?” you teacher asked.

you sighed before answering, “i get up and massage him, then go to the kitchen and make him something the eat”

your teacher clapped her hands in excitement, “that’s all for today, good job!”

this life is tiring.

when you look at your other friends who you’ve met in ball events, they seem to enjoy their single life. none of them was promised to marry someone they don’t like, so where did you go wrong?

feeling too tired from class, you decided to go and take a short nap, it wouldn’t hurt to go back to sleep right? it’s not like you have something important to do anyway.

before going to nap you laid down on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

“will i ever get to meet the person i would choose to marry?” you asked yourself before you drafted to sleep.

“sunoo!! focus!” while you were sleeping loudly, the fifth prince of hybe kingdom was busy taking manners class.

“i was just now at (your kingdom’s name) kingdom, how come it’s easier to teach ladies than gentlemen?” his teacher complained.

his teacher is your teacher as well, but of course both of you doesn’t know that.

“i apologize” sunoo quickly then bowed as an apologetic gesture.

“focus!” the teacher tsked and sunoo sat straight.

“if your wife comes home from duties and she tells you she’s quite tired, what do you do?” she asked.

“i’d ask her to tell me how her day was and i’ll make her some food” sunoo smiled widely and the teacher shook her head.

“no, no, no! you ask your maids to make her something to eat!” his teacher sounded disappointed.

sunoo pout, he didn’t understand the logic behind it all, a husband needs to take care of his wife, and what are those manners classes? who made those stupid classes anyway?

out of all 7 brothers, his parents chose him as the one who needs to suffer the most in his opinion.

sunoo is the only one who has been taking manners classes, and he’s the only one who’s promise to marry someone he doesn’t know.

does his parents think he won’t be able to find someone he’d like to marry?

“that’s it for today, practice and study more! for the next time i want you to be better” the teacher left without giving him a chance to send her off.

she must be really angry then, huh?

sunoo then sighed and gathered his papers.

“tough day?” he heard a voice and shoot his eyes to the figure who was standing right at the door.

“you could say that” sunoo nodded and dropped his glance.

jungwon pitied his older brother, he has always been the one to suffer from their parents’ endless bickering, and jungwon always wondered why’s that.

“just hold it in for a while, it’s going to end soon” jungwon walked closer to his brother and pat his shoulder.

sunoo groaned, “easy for you to say, you already basically know who you’re going to marry”

jungwon smiled a bit, “mom and dad are starting to get on your nerves, aren’t they?”

sunoo nodded, “can’t they just let me live my life the way i want to?”

a door slammed and you woke up immediately.

“i apologize your majesty, the queen asked me to wake you up from your nap” one of your maids said, “she wants to meet you in the garden”

you dismissed your maid and went down to your castle’s garden, your favorite place on earth.

“mother,” you called her, “you were asking for me”

your mother who was sitting on one of the benches turned her glance to you and smiled, “do you know why i called you, y/n?” she asked.

you shook your head and moved closer to her.

“your wedding of course!” she opened her arms and hugged you.

you let out a big sigh, of course! why would she want to talk with you about anything else?

“i’m joking, joking” she giggled, “i was a bit bored, i wouldn’t mind some company”

you nodded and proceeded to sit on the bench next to her. both of you sat in silence, she looked pretty relaxed, but you’re always being extra careful around her.

“have you ever heard of hybe kingdom?” she suddenly asked.

“no, the only thing i know about them is that they’re seven siblings, and each one is soon to get a throne”

“their family is quite weird i must say,” your mother chuckled, “the oldest son is going to marry a commoner! can you believe it??”

you nodded, “if they really do love each other, they deserve to be happy together”

your mother looked at you in disbelief, “it’s not a good reason to break a royal rule!” she argued.

“what royal rule? they’re ancient and no one’s even looking at them anymore!!” you argued back.

“ancient or not!! a royal rule is a royal rule!!”

“sometimes love is more important than a stupid rule!!”

“you—“ your mother stopped for a second to take a deep breathe, “if that’s another way of you to try and convince me to let you marry whoever you want, it’s not going to work”

you rolled your eyes and looked away, “you don’t even realize how important it is to me” you mumbled and she stayed quiet, completely ignoring what you’ve just said.

“you’re going to meet your soon to be husband at hybe’s kingdom party, you should be prepared”

eventually you left her alone and went back to your room, you had nothing to talk about together anyway.

“there you are sunoo!! we’ve been searching for you!!” hybe’s queen remarked.

“hello mother” sunoo whispered.

“your teacher told me you’re not doing well!! sunoo, what’s wrong with you?” she raised her voice and sunoo shut his eyes.

“if you’d just let me feel free and let me do what i want maybe i’ll be able to be mannered enough for you!” he spoke back and his mother stepped back.

“sunoo!!”

“what? did i say something wrong? instead of letting me find someone i’d truly love and want to marry, you’re forcing me into it!” he raised his voice back.

“this is not up to discussion!! your marriage is final!” his mother fired back, “it’s okay if you dont love her now, you’ll force yourself into it and eventually fall in love!”

sunoo sighed and tears filled his eyes, “you’d never let me live the way i want to, would you?”

his mother stayed quiet and he slowly nodded, “got it” he whispered and went to his room.

the next mornings felt all the same, manners class and getting back to sleep, it was the same for sunoo, other than the fact that he had to help his younger brothers with their own love stories. love stories that he’d never have.

“i don’t know what to do, it hurts, i miss her” jungwon cried to his older brother as he hugged him and suggested him a few steps.

looking at his brothers living freely as they want made him really happy for them, but also envy them for being their parents’ favorite in his opinion.

eventually, ni-ki’s birthday came and everyone around the castle were busy getting ready.

“good morning sunoo! time to get ready” the maids said and he barely got himself up.

“you’re going to meet your soon-to-be wife!! isn’t that exciting?” jay, who came in together with sunoo’s maids, decided to tease him a bit.

sunoo groaned and covered himself with his pillow.

“get up sleepy head! it’s your brother’s birthday today!! at least wish him a happy birthday!!” jay took the pillow and threw it at him a few times.

sunoo really didnt want to wake up today. dont get him wrong, he loves his brother, its just something about today that makes it extremely hard for him to wake up.

“right, what was her name again?” this was the exact reason sunoo couldn’t wake up, his parents couldn’t even recall his future wife’s name!

“nevermind, you need to go get ready!” his father commented.

“you’ll know it when you see her, she’s awfully pretty!” both of them said and pushed him back to his room to get ready.

“oh my dear! you’re awfully pretty!” your mother clapped as you gave her a twirl of your dress.

“you’re only saying that because you’re my mom” you scoffed and she shook her head.

“you really are really pretty, our pretty princess” your father got involved and smiled.

you gave them a short smile, “thank you—“

“can you believe it? you’re going to meet your future husband!! are you ready for it?” your mother stepped closer to you, cupping your cheeks in both hands.

“no” you sighed. “well then, be ready for it! we don’t want him to think you’re messy and unorganized”

what does not being ready for this even have to do with being messy and unorganized??

you just nodded and closed your eyes. if you start crying now, the beautiful makeup your maid had put on you would get ruined.

“we’re so proud of you, y/n” both of them said and you just nodded.

“oh! you look exactly like a prince” his brother sunghoon remarked. “i didnt look like one up until now?” sunoo rolled his eyes but sunghoon only chuckled.

“hey im just joking, you look really good sunoo” the older complimented him and sunoo smiled, “thank you”

“off you go!! enjoy the party!” your parents said as they sent you off to hybe kingdom, with a thumping heart you smiled and nodded.

five minutes into the drive and it finally sank into your mind, your parents never mentioned his name, not even once.

quick!! what should you do?? risk it all and just continue the drive and hope to find him in mysterious way? or get back to your parents and ask them for it??

obviously option one is the best option.

“we have arrived, your majesty” your driver informed you and went out to open the door for you.

you took a few deep breaths, “you can do it”

as you got out you saw lots of princesses and princes, all entering the big and beautiful castle.

“please welcome princess y/n from (name of kingdom)” the door opened for you and all eyes were on you, you hated it, you hated this welcoming.

it was somehow a royal thing, to inform of a royal entering a castle, but then what? it drew everyone’s attention to you.

you felt everyone’s gaze on you, mumbling nothings and whispering whatever. you slowly entered deep into the crowd until the other royals didnt care about you anymore.

“hello there, beauty” you heard someone say, you turned around to meet with a very pretty looking guy.

“hello” you replied back and extended him your hand for him to kiss.

you hated this too, the feeling of a stranger on your hand, why was this even a royal rule??

“i couldn’t stand seeing you alone so—“

“and finally, please welcome the hybe family” all of your heads turned to the door.

first one to enter was prince heeseung, you could see him searching for a specific person in the crowd and as soon as he saw her, he smiled.

second to enter was prince jay, he looked super focused, he too, was searching for a specific person in the crowd.

third to enter was prince jake, he looked so peaceful somehow, as if he already knew where was the specific person he was searching for.

fourth to enter was prince sunghoon and god, his visuals were no joke, whoever will end up with him definitely won a handsome one of a kind.

fifth to enter was prince sunoo, as soon as he entered you felt as if the world had stopped.

you two somehow made an eye contact for a few good seconds, as if he already found the person he was searching for.

is he….? no, he can’t be, can he?

the voice of the welcoming of the sixth prince woke you up from your deep thoughts.

sixth to enter was prince jungwon, he looked around, smiling at everyone while obviously trying to search for someone.

“and lastly, please welcome the birthday boy, riki!” as the seventh prince riki entered, everyone clapped and cheered.

only he, was smirking at everyone. he was definitely up to something.

as the party started, you started to feel tired. what if you just ditch early? no one will notice anyway.

you started walking towards what you thought was the exit, turns out it was a door for the castle’s garden.

“great, how do i get out now” you mumbled.

you heard steps behind you and turned around immediately.

your eyes widened as you saw the person that was standing in front of you.

“hello” he said with a warm smile.

“prince sunoo” you whispered under your breath, “hello”

“you probably have already heard who i am, but i’m sunoo” he said and bowed to you.

you couldn’t understand why, but you felt your cheeks heating up. focus y/n, focus!!

is he your promised prince?

“i’m l/n y/n” you introduced yourself with a curtsy, sunoo took your hand and kissed the back of it, “you look awfully pretty, y/n”

you said you hated it, hated it when a stranger kissed your hand, but why did it feel so different when he did it?

you wanted him to keep kissing your hand, and maybe not only your hand.

no, y/n what are you thinking!!

sunoo couldn’t explain it, ever since he laid his eyes on you, he felt something.

you were so, so pretty in his eyes. he saw the whole crowd but his eyes only looked at you. he wanted to get to know you more, he’s more than 100% sure you’re promised to him, how could his parents forget your beautiful name?

and if it turns out you’re not the one who’s promised to him, he’s more than determined now to make you his wife.

“would you like to have a dance y/n?” he suddenly asked, looking into your soft eyes.

you could still hear the music at the back, you enjoy dancing anyway, so why not?

“i’d love that” you replied.

sunoo took your hand and guided you, you were extremely close to each other.

your hands were around his neck, and his held your waist.

“how come i’ve never seen you before?” he asked.

“i’m not the type to go to royal celebrations, i came here for the first time since i’m kind of forced to meet my future husband” you replied softly.

“future husband?” sunoo disappointedly looked down.

did you already find your future husband? your promised one?

you shook your hand, “i have yet to find him, but now that i’m being here with you…” you stayed quiet for a bit, “i think i found him”

oh you were bold. what if he already has someone he’s going to marry to?

“oh,” he suddenly said and chuckled, “i think i already found my future wife too”

both of you shared a long eye contact, god he was so attractive and you were so beautiful in his eyes.

you changed position and crossed your hands together, going in circle while not even breaking your eye contact for a mere second.

you didn’t want to let go of each other, as the song ended, so did your dance.

you decided to sit on one of the benches at the garden and share a little conversation.

a little conversation ended up lasting for almost until midnight. you’ve been at the garden since eight pm.

you talked about your hobbies, your family, your miserable life with your manners classes.

“no way! you’re having them too?? i thought only my parents were old school” he said in excitement.

“yeah, i guess both of us are experiencing the old school parents” you chuckled.

the conversation just kept on going further and further until the maids reminded you it’s time to go.

both of you got up from the bench and looked at each other.

“i don’t want this night to end” you pout.

sunoo giggled and put his hands around your waist.

“i don’t want it to end either” he replied.

it was a comforting silence between the two of you, until he started getting closer.

“can i…..?” he asked and you nodded.

he crushed his lips on yours and held you tightly. you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck.

the kiss was so innocent and sweet, as if you’re having your first teen love.

as you slowly let go of the kiss you opened your eyes and giggled.

“there you—am i interrupting something?” you recognize this prince, it’s prince jake.

“not at all, i was just about to leave” you said after and curtsied to the prince.

you walked away but not before whispering into sunoo’s ear, “hopefully i get to see you again”

as you left, jake pushed sunoo and cheered for him. “you found her didn’t you!!”

sunoo smiled, his cheeks still blushing from the kiss you shared a few minutes ago. it was just like in the love stories he liked to read.

“oh! her name is minju!”

no. this can’t be.

after the celebration, his parents came up to him to ask him how was meeting his future wife.

only then he realized he has been wrong this whole time.

“what?” he asked.

they nodded and smiled, “we’re so glad you enjoyed! we were actually worried about you not liking her”

“i need to sleep” he mumbled.

“what?”

“i need to sleep now” he said louder.

his parents left his room, shocked and speechless. did they say something wrong?

“y/n dear, how was the party?” your parents came up to you, they’ve probably been waiting for you to get back.

you knew they didn’t really care about the party, but more about the person you’ve met there.

you already knew that the person you’re promised to marry wasn’t sunoo, but you couldn’t help it but fall in love with him.

you realized it wasn’t sunoo halfway into your conversation. your parents told you a few facts about your future husband, and none of them matched sunoo. still, you kept on spending the night with him instead of going to search your promised one.

“it was fine” you replied.

“just fine….?” they asked surprised.

“yeah”

“what about….?”

“oh, it was amazing actually, i already feel myself falling for him, he’s the person i want to marry to and no one else” you smiled, “ever since i saw him i only think of him”

your parents looked at you in confusion. they weren’t expecting to hear that from you, especially because you hated this idea.

“are you…doing okay?” they asked and you nodded, cheeks heating up after remembering your past events.

“i’ll be going to sleep now” you skipped to your room happily, leaving your parents dumbfounded.

the next day you woke up, “y/n! you got a letter” one of your maids brought your letter to you and you opened it.

‘meet me at xxxx around 9pm — sunoo’

you smiled after reading the letter, and you couldn’t help but wait for the eve to come.

around 8:30pm you sneaked out, telling your parents you weren’t feeling well and getting out slowly and surely, no one noticed you.

you arrived the place and waited for him. you sat on a bench and looked at the sky.

the sky was so dark and the stars were shining brightly, you enjoyed looking at the sky, until you couldn’t see anything.

someone covered your eyes, “guess who” you heard a familiar voice and chuckled.

“my future husband” you said.

this new nickname you gave him made him flutter each time he hears it coming out of your mouth.

he removed his hands and pecked your cheeks, “ding ding ding, we have a winner” he smiled and went to sit next to you on the bench.

“i missed you” he added.

“you saw me yesterday” you replied.

“24 hours without seeing you, my heart can’t handle it” he held his hand against his heart and you rolled your eyes, “you’re so cheesy”

“you didnt mind it yesterday” he shrugged, “i still don’t”

both of you chuckled and kept talking with a wide smile all over your faces.

the two of you knew, you knew you’re not promised to each other, you knew you won’t end up getting married to each other, so why does none of you bring this up?

you kept talking and talking without even realizing it was past 3 am. you have manners class later today, you have to get some sleep.

“you have to go?” he asked and you nodded sadly.

“my parents will kill me if i dont wake up in time” you sighed.

“let’s meet up tomorrow too, same time, same place” he said and you nodded.

you pecked his lips and ran back, leaving him with blushing cheeks.

none of you wants to admit it, but you’re not going to end up together. so you’ll just spend your time together as long as you can, holding into the fact that maybe, maybe you actually will have a chance to marry each other.

your sneaking out became a usual thing for you and sunoo, you really did keep your promise and met up every day.

“how do you want our wedding to be?” he asked you once.

your head was resting on his lap as he caressed your hair.

“my family, your family, and maybe just a few important royals, in your castle too, because that’s where we first met” you smiled and he smiled back at you.

both of you knew it’s not really going to happen, but you still held into the hope that maybe, against all the odds, maybe you will be able to change your fate.

“i love it, what do you think about honeymoon?” he asked in addition to the wedding part and you just giggled.

as you came back to your room that day from meeting sunoo, you noticed a figure sitting on your bed.

you got scared and immediately turned on the lights, just to notice it was your mother.

“mother,” you whispered.

“i thought you’re not feeling well?” she asked seriously.

“i-i went to catch some air—“ “dont try to excuse yourself” she said firmly.

you looked down and sighed, “i met up with my future husband”

her serious face turned into a wide smile, “really? what did you two—“

“kim sunoo from hybe kingdom” you cut her off as you just now told her who you met up.

“what?” she asked, the wide smile turning into confusion.

“i met up with sunoo, my future husband” you boldly said.

your mother laughed, “that was a good joke! dont scare me like that again” she continued to laugh but her laugh faded when she noticed you were serious.

“oh, you’re serious?” she asked and you nodded.

“i want to marry sunoo, mom” you said.

“that’s not possible” she argued.

“why not? i love him, he’s the person i want to marry” you said.

“a no is a no, i don’t want to argue about it” she got up.

“but i do, i won’t marry any other person, even that ‘future husband’ you’ve been telling me to marry” you’re a one stubborn child, and you’re not going to give up on sunoo that easily.

your mother sighed, “i will not argue about this with you, you’re grounded, i’ll put hundreds of guards around just to keep you here” she raised her voice.

“you can try and keep me here all you want! it’s not going to change my feelings!” you shout as she went out of your room.

sunoo wasn’t doing any better, he too, got caught as he came back.

“no!” his mother argued, “you’re promised to marry minji and that’s final! i don’t want to hear another word!”

sunoo scoffed, “out of all seven of us, you chose to be strict with me, now that i finally found someone i love, you’re taking her away from me? why did you let heeseung marry a commoner then?” he shout.

his mother stayed speechless.

“exactly, you have no good reason” he said in disbelief.

“you’re not allowed to go out anymore until you realize what you just did, minju is your future wife and no one else” she said before smacking the door.

while both of you weren’t allowed out of your castles, you could send letters one to other.

you kept communicating through that, however, it was slow and hard as one letter per day came in.

on one of the days you shared dinner with your parents, as usual you stayed quiet and didn’t talk to neither of them.

only today was different, “y/n,” your father called you but you ignored.

“we’ve decided to break off the agreement with the other kingdom” he continued and your eyes light up.

“me and your mother decided it’s what best for you, and we want nothing more than to see you happy” he said.

“does that mean…..?” you whispered and your mother nodded, “you can marry prince sunoo, we talked some sense in his parents too”

you looked at the clock and saw the time, 8:30pm.

you looked over your parents, “can i….?” and they nodded.

you pushed away your chair and ran out of the castle to search for your sunoo.

you arrived at your place with a wild smile, expecting to see him already, your smile faded as you saw no one.

your eyes teared up, until someone covered your eyes behind you, “guess who”

without waiting, you turned around and hugged the person you were so longing for.

“my future husband, my real future husband” you cried into the hug as he hugged you back tightly, not wanting to let you go.

“i missed you” he said and you cupped his face.

“i love you” you said before kissing him.

you caught him off guard but he was quick to kiss you back, holding your waist and getting you closer to him than ever.

both of you pulled away when you felt you were out of air.

you pressed your foreheads against each other with eyes closed, “it’s been so long, it feels so good to hold you again, i love you” he said and you smiled.

“i was wondering how long it’s going to take for my parents to realize i only want to marry you” you chuckled.

“took them too long” he scoffed and you nodded.

“what’s important is that you’re here now” you whispered.

“i’m here, forever and ever, i love you”

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You Won’t Leave? - Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Y/N has had a fever the last few days but you’re too stubborn to let Joel or Ellie know because you don’t want Joel to leave as it brings up past abandonments

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: fainting; watching someone kill themselves due to being infected

Y/N’s POV

My head pounds with every step, nose feeling clogged and body aching. I’m sick. Like flu sick but that can’t stop us from getting Ellie to the fireflies so I’ve just been sucking up and dealing with it, keeping an eye out for any medication wherever we go. The pack on my back felt heavier than ever and it was causing me to fall behind from the pair, Ellie asking Joel as many questions as she can while Joel just grunts or replies with “pass” but it never deters Ellie. 

The weather was getting colder with each passing day which doesn’t help my flu situation on top of the hours Joel wants to walk. He’s always so stoic and uptight, walking with purpose and gun within arms reach if we were to stumble upon any infected. My own gun is in my pack at the moment as I don’t think it’d be wise me shooting with the way Joel and Ellie seem to sometimes multiply in front of me. 

It’s been manageable until today, I woke with almost no vision which meant I had to pretend to still be asleep for another half an hour before the stars decided to stop spinning around me. Even then all my movements were slow but Joel or Ellie didn’t seem to notice, probably thinking I was just still waking up and I just let them believe that. I still had the thermos of coffee Joel handed to me, it’s currently gripped tight in my shaky hands, as my body feels so hot and clammy and I’m sweating despite the cold air. It’s taking everything for me to not strip all my warm layers off as it might be instant relief it’ll just make me iller and I’ll be fine once I break the fever which I should do today. 

I manage to struggle forwards for another hour before I have to stop and take a sip of my coffee, hoping the caffeine will help me continue on but when I lower the thermos I realise there are four of Joel and Ellie talking to each other as they wait for me. I open my mouth to speak but nothing happens as I suddenly feel like I’m walking on air, the multitudes of my companions going fuzzy, “Joel.” 

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“I’m sorry Y/N.” Elliott, my older brother, has his sleeve rolled up to reveal the distinct bite mark adorning his pale skin, he’s got tears in his amber eyes and his bottom lip is wobbling as he speaks, “It’s up to you to keep them safe now.”

“What?” My own tears burn behind me eyes as I look up at the person who had become my hero along with my older brother, “I’m ten.” 

He’s crouching so he’s eye level and pulls me into a hug, I can feel the slight shaking in his hands beginning already against my back, “I know it’s not fair but I don’t… I can’t stay or I’ll hurt you.” 

The pain in his voice forces an ache in my chest as he lets me go, gripping his sleeve like a lifeline as he’s right: it’s not fucking fair. I’m ten! I should be running around and playing house or football with my friends instead of watching my fifteen year old brother yank himself out of my grip and turn away from me to grab his gun or have to watch over my 2 year old younger brother. 

Elliott stays facing away from me, across the room now and before I can even move my shaking legs towards him theres an ear splitting pop and Elliott just crumples like a puppet with their strings cut. I’m splattered in wet matter and my heart is pounding, I can’t move or blink as I watch his face drain from it’s normal colour to a grey one right in front of me. I begin to wipe my hands at the mess on me, wanting to get it all off me as my chest tightens and I feel like I’m going throw up. 

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“Y/N!” Joel’s panicked gruff voice drags me back to the land of the living, my head still pounding and my body still aching but my cheeks are now wet. I groan in pain, bringing a hand to my cheeks to realise I’m crying. I’ve been crying while passed out… what the fuck happened?

“Oh thank god,” Ellie’s grabbing my other hand tightly in hers and my surrounding start coming back to me. The sky is dark now which means I’ve been out for a while and I’m laying on top of a sleeping bag with a blanket placed over me, “You scared us shitless.” 

“‘M okay.” I go to pull myself up despite the way Joel and Ellie spin above me where they’re both leant over me but Joel’s large hand presses against my chest and pushed me back down. I make a sound of protest, “We’re losing time.” But Joel’s stern look has me closing my mouth. 

“Right, now that you’re awake I’m going to run to the town about six miles from here and were I can buy the medication you need from a smuggler.” He tells me, and all I can hear is that he’s going to leave me. I’m going to be left alone to look after someone younger than me again and it has my chest tightening in the beginning of a panic attack. I’m shaking Ellie’s hand out of mine and gripping Joel’s arm with both, not caring if I seems so pathetic right now. I am not getting left behind again. I’m too young for this. 

Joel’s honey eyes soften as he sees the panic written across my face, sighing softly and he’s shuffling until he’s laying next to me, so close his nose is bumping my cheek. Ellie’s quick to join us, wriggling under my arm and resting her head on my chest. I just hold onto them both as Joel mumbles quiet promises to me, “I’m not leaving. We’re both right here. It’s okay darling.” 

“Please don’t leave me,” I’m crying, “I’m… I’m not ready, I’m too young.” 

“Hey, hey, Y/N,” Joel’s cupping my cheek, forcing me to look at him, his nose cold against mine, “It’s me, I’m right here. It’s Joel and Ellie. Come back to us darling.” 

Joel. Soft and warm lips press against mine that have me letting my eyes slip shut, breathing in everything Joel. The mixture of woodsmoke; burnt coffee and citrus dragging my heartbeat back to an acceptable pace while Ellie’s got her arms wrapped around me, “We’re both here. Get some rest, you need it darling.” 

“You’ll be here when I wake?” 

“Of course we will sweetheart.” 

“Can’t get rid of us that easily.” 

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The Cabin | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: The older kids decide to take the weekend off and head down to Steve's parent's cabin.

warnings: none for this chapter, just some mutual pining

word count: 2k

a/n: Been thinking of this idea for years now and finally decided to put it down on paper, or screen ig.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Eddie’s POV

Steve has been planning this trip for weeks. I mean, I like the guy and all but he can go a little overboard with things. He has been trying to get us all to come down to his family’s lake house for what feels like forever. Just the older kids, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Y/N and I. He says it’ll be a weekend of games, drinking and fun. Which translated to normal language means, raiding his parents liquor cabinet, smoking some blunts and playing kiddie games like truth or dare, and never have I ever. Not that I mind, I’m just happy to be invited, even if I do have to do a shit ton of manual labor beforehand.

“Come on Eddie, it’s only gonna take a few hours,” Steve pleads with me over the phone.

“Dude exactly, a few hours. Do you know what I could be doing in those ‘few hours’?” I’m walking around the trailer trying to not explode my head off as Steve whines at me. 

“I don’t know, you’d probably get high and sleep, or some shit. Just come on! I really need your van.”

“Nope, not happening,” I plop down on the couch and open my tin lunchobox, ready to roll a joint, “I mean why do you need my van anyways, isn’t your car fine?”

Steve sighs over the phone, “Yes but it’s too small. I need help moving some stuff from my family’s storage locker to the lake house. You know that place you’ll be staying in for the next week!”

I finally get done rolling my joint and scour my tin for a lighter, if I’m gonna help Harrington with this I’ll be needing it, “Ugh fine, just let me get some shit first. I’ll be at yours in 20.”

“Fucking- thank you!” Before I can even say a snarky remark he hangs up.

I groan and throw my head back. I am so gonna regret this later.

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A few days later I’m with Steve at his house, getting the stuff for the trip finalized. We planned that since my van is bigger than Steve’s tiny ass BMW, I’d be taking all the bags and shit with one passenger and he’d take the other 3 and all the food.

“So I’ll take Nancy, Robin and Y/n. You take Jonathan,” Steve says throwing a bag of chips into a bag.

“Oh hell no. Why do you get all the girls?” “Um maybe because then they’d have to deal with you for 2 hours,” I pick up a pack of marshmallows and throw them at him, “Hey! Fine, take Y/n I don’t care just stop throwing my shit.”

“Thank you,” I walk over to him and sling an arm over his shoulder, “That wasn’t so hard was it big boy?” He pushes me off and I stumble back as the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it, you finish packing the food.” I straighten my back and put my hand to my forehead like a soldier, “Aye aye Captain!” and solute him as he leaves the kitchen.

I hear him open the front door and the voices of Nancy and Robin. The three of them come back into the kitchen laughing at something Robin had said.

“Sup ladies.”

“Hey Eddie,” They say in unison before turning their attention back to Steve. Before I met them I would’ve thought that they didn’t like me or that they only pretended to be my friend out of pity, now that I know  them, I know that that’s not the case, they simply wanted to finish their conversation with Steve first.

“Hey hey!” The loud bang of the front door wakes me out of my daydream as Jonathan waltz’s into the room. Nancy gives him a quick kiss while he wraps his hand around her waist. 

“So we all reday to go? I can’t wait to go skinny dipping,” He gives Nancy a smirk and wink before he bursts out loud at his own stupidity.

“Yeah pretty much. I just gotta get y’all’s shit into my van and pick Y/n up and we’ll be good.”

“Great. I’ll help load the rest of the stuff into the cars,” Steve heads out of the house with Robin and Nancy’s bags, “Hey Nance and Rob could you put those last few food bags in my trunk please?” Steve yells halfway out of the door.

They both agree in unison before grabbing the bags and heading outside. I sit there for a minute just thinking about what this weekend might intell, firstly I have to spend 4 hours in my van with the girl I have a crush on and secondly, I have a whole week of being with her, and my other friends but this is the longest we’ve hangout together and it’s not like I can just hop in my van and drive away when I do something stupid. I shake my head and join my friends outside, shutting the front door on my way out.

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I pull up to Y/n’s house not even 5 minutes after calling her that I’m on the way. I see her parent’s cars in the driveway and pull up behind them. I jump out my van and rush to her door, maybe a little too eager to see her. I knock 3 times before the door is swinging open and I’m greeted with the big, bright smile that I like so much.

“Hey Eds! You got here quick, let me just grab my bags real quick, stay there,” She turns and her scent wafts in my face a little, she smells like vanilla and flowers. I wonder what she uses, vanilla shampoo and floral perfume? Maybe it’s in both, vanilla and flowers in body wash, shampoo, and perfume?! God what I would give to find out.

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Y/N’s POV

I leave the door open as I run into the living room to grab my bags. I try my best to conceal the blush rushing to my cheeks upon seeing Eddie. I've never seen him in a muscle tee before, and if I’m being honest he looks hot as hell.

I quickly say goodbye to my parents and head back to the foyer, I don’t wanna waste another second here. I close the front door behind me and I feel a hand on my duffel bag as I turn back towards Eddie.

“I’m just gonna put these with the others in the back, go ahead and get comfy in the car,” He walks off towards the van, unlocking the doors for me to hop in.

“Actually,” I grab my small backpack from him, “I’m gonna keep this one with me.”

“Alright,” He walks off towards the back of his van.

Once I get in the car I set my bag down at my feet, opening it to get out my blanket and book. Eddie rounds the corner of the car and hops in along side me, buckling his seatbelt before starting the engine.

“Did you really bring a blanket?” He give you a small smile at the thought that I’d be prepared with a blanket for this ride.

“Yes I did. It was my grandpa’s so I bring it with me on trips. Don’t judge me.” I scowl at him but then flash him a little smile back.

Eddie’s heart warms at the thought of me being so close to my grandparents that I keep their things even after they are gone, “Hey no judgement here,” He holds his hands up in mock surrender, “if I had stuff from my grandparents I’m sure I’d keep it too.”

I laugh a little and Eddie pulls out of my driveway beginning the long journey to Steve’s lake house.

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Roughly half an hour into the drive I start to get a little bored and hungry so I riffle around in my bag to find the cheez-its and book I packed. Upon finding them you pull your feet up on the chair and begin reading and eating your snacks. 

You’ve always loved road trips, especially in the summer, the way you can just let the windows down the warm air blowing in your hair cooling you down while also keeping you at a nice temperature. This was no different, other than it was with Eddie, not your parents. It felt good to be with Eddie listening to his music as it plays over the speakers and hearing his rings knock against the steering wheel as he taps along to the beat of the song.

You feel relaxed, and happy. A feeling you haven’t really felt much recently. School had become really stressful with all the college applications and decisions to be made. And then getting ready for all the AP exams you’d be taking in late April, then the actual finals for your classes, it was all just so stressful. So when Steve and Robin approached you about spending spring break away from the gloomy town of Hawkins, who were you to deny them.

You’re reading your book and can’t focus well because you feel eyes on you. You look up from your book and over at Eddie, who is just glancing back from the road to you with a questioning look on his face.

“What?” You ask turning your body towards him a little.

“Nothing,” He looks away, focusing solely on the road again.

“You wouldn’t be staring if it was nothing. So what is it?”

“I just dont get how you can read in a moving car? Like doesn’t it make you nauseous?”

“Uh no I guess not. I didn’t realize that this was a weird thing to do? Can you not read in a car?” You’re genuinely asking, wondering if you’re weird or not for being able to do this.

“Hell no, I get sick just being in the passengers seat,” He laughs a little at the weird way his body works, “I don’t know I guess it something about focusing on the road helps calm me,” He looks over at you for a second, taking in your position. Feet tucked under you, blanket thrown over your legs hanging low, book resting face down on your knee and cheez-its between your arm and the door. He has to admit you look cute like this, “I’ve just never met anyone who can read in a car. It’s pretty cool.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You smile at each other before Eddie resumes his focus on the road and you on your book.

Before you know it you’re passed out in the seat while your book dangles off the endle of the seat. Eddie notices that he needs more gas so as soon as he can he gets off the highway and heads to a station to fill up. While getting gas he notices how peaceful you look sleeping in his van, sure you may be laying a weird position but you look calm. Eddie gets back in the van but before pulling out of the gas station he takes your book, places in your bookmark and sets in down near your bag. He knows how much you’d hate if anything happened to it while you slept.

3 and a half long hours later you guys finally make it to the lake house, but you can’t see Steve’s car there. Eddie hops out of the van to give him a call quickly.

“Hey,” Eddie says through the speaker.

“Hey- No we are not stopping again! Get it together we aren’t that fucking far! Hey dude sorry I know we’re late but someone keeps insisting on us stopping for bathroom and snack breaks,” Eddie can hear the disdain in his buddy’s voice knowing exactly who the someone is.

“It’s no problem dude, just remind me what the code to get in is again, we can start getting everything set up while you get here.”

“Thanks dude. The code is 3957, just make sure to turn on the water and power too.”

“Sure thing, see you soon.”

“Bye- Rob I told yo-” And then the line goes dead. Eddie laughs a little to himself before putting his phone back in his pocket and heading to your side of the car.

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Kitties and Compromises

4.3k words. nonbinary hange x fem reader, but readers gender is only mentioned twice.

Summary: Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.

No warnings btw! This is sfw and just fluffy <3

a/n!: hi! i don’t usually write fanfics. this is actually my first time seriously sitting down and trying to write a fic, but i was inspired by an experience that happened to me fairly recently!! i’m not sure if i’ll write any more fanfiction, but if y’all like my writing you can send in a request, but i can’t promise it’ll be done quickly 😓 i’ll probably only write wlw, nblw, or nblnb! as for characters, i’d be interested in writing for hange, yelena (from aot), moira o’deorain, junker queen, chloe price, or hazel callahan! also ik not that many people will probably see this, but if you like hange fanfics puh LEASE check out @abbyslev on tumblr and @sweetgirl_r on ao3! bc i love their works and they’ve both indirectly inspired me so much! pls read their work its amazing <3 cross posted on tumblr and ao3, pls don’t steal my writing btw :3

What were the odds of something like this happening to you? ​​Hange simply must’ve been manifesting this into the universe. The day started just like any other, waking up in the morning next to your spouse, Hange. You always wake up before them, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of Hange’s embrace. Even when they’re asleep they find ways to be clingy, whether that be trapping your body against their own as they cage you with their arms or simply latching onto your back and nuzzling your hair, it always makes mornings that much harder. You always admire their sleeping face before leaving your shared bed; Their peaceful expression and lack of their usual eyepatch reminds you how much they trust you. You groggily slip out of their arms, eliciting their normal whimpers and sleepy pleas for you to rejoin them. You kiss their cheek, not even bothering to respond to their words. You know they won’t remember their words or your own regardless. You get yourself dressed in your boring, formal work attire required for your office job. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you head to the bathroom first. You grab your toothbrush from the holder, smiling as you do so. The sight of Hange’s toothbrush next to your own always makes your heart flutter. Despite having lived with them for quite some time, you always fall victim to the butterflies in your stomach when you see your items mixed with their own. Simple things, like their “Best teacher” mug gifted to them by one of their students next to your plastic and faded Hello Kitty cup you’ve had since childhood, or your coat hanging on the same rack as theirs.

Your next stop is the kitchen. You always make lunch for yourself as well as Hange the night before, otherwise they’ll skip lunch entirely or on rare occasion buy fast food. It never bothers you, though. You love being able to do nice things for them. You know they appreciate it, because they send sweet ‘thank you’ messages along with a photo of them eating it every day without fail. Seeing their smile while eating the food you prepared specifically for them makes your effort completely worth it. You grab your food, placing it into your bag.

The third and final place you head towards is the living room. You grab your laptop- previously discarded- from the coffee table and place it in your bag as well. You groan softly with annoyance as you remember how Hange had distracted you last night from finishing a particularly long assignment from your boss. You had been working diligently for a few hours before Hange arrived home, demanding attention from you. You can’t even blame yourself, because how could you say no to your loving spouse’s puppy eyes? Not to mention the fact they had also enticed you by offering to watch a new movie with you until it was time to make dinner. That’s another action that never fails to make your heart beat faster in your chest. They make dinner while you prepare tomorrow’s lunch, always on the counter closest to them. You sigh as you think about the fact you’ll have a little bit of extra work to do while you leave the house and enter your car to drive to work.

Hange loves you. Everything about you, and anything that comes with you. They love your day-to-day routine, never growing bored even when doing monotonous tasks and chores. Things they had hated previously have magically become more interesting, like grocery shopping or doing laundry. But even so, something felt… missing. They were 100% sure this feeling has nothing to do with the love they have for you, or the love you have for them. They undeniably and unconditionally love you, otherwise they wouldn’t have proposed to you. They knew early on into your relationship that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you by their side. Because of this, they want to have a family with you. Neither of you had been particularly fond of the idea of having children- at least, not yet. Having a child is a lot of work, as well as an incredibly big time and financial commitment. They want a cat. They knew that they wanted a pet cat before they had even moved out of their parents’ house… However, they also knew that you were against the idea. They’ve been begging for the past few months about how badly they want to adopt one, only to be shut down by you, saying how expensive it would be to buy one, as well as the essentials for it: a collar, carrier, grooming supplies, litter box, litter, a scooper, toys, food bowls, food in general, as well as occasional vet visits. Between both of your jobs, you and Hange live comfortably. If the two of you agreed to cut back on recreational spending, they were sure buying a pet was within reason, but they knew you didn’t want to. You enjoyed being able to go on nice dates with them on occasion, to the movies, aquarium, dinner, art museums, and sometimes you even do escape rooms together. They also savor the dates you go on together, but that doesn’t stop them from asking you at least twice a week if you’ve warmed up to the idea of owning a cat. Spoiler alert, you haven’t. So imagine their surprise when they receive a video call from you in the middle of class, revealing you holding a dirty, gray kitten with one hand.

Really, what were the odds of this happening? After getting out of your car when you arrived at the office building, you hear loud, high-pitched cries coming out of a nearby sewer. Your kind heart wouldn’t and couldn’t ignore it. You follow the sound, crouching in front of the drain, that’s when you see it. The tiniest kitten you’ve ever laid eyes on, seemingly trapped at the bottom of a sewer drain. You jog as fast as your heels can take you, alerting your boss about the situation, telling him you’ll clock in as soon as you can help the poor thing. He graciously allows you to do so, a perk of being a dedicated manager. You jog back towards the drain, kneeling down to look at the kitten again. You were sure if you called the cops that they would take hours to show up, if at all. Instead, you search for the phone number of your local fire department.

Saving this goddamn cat was a long process. Who knew removing the cover of a drain would take so long? It had taken over two hours to remove the cover, and then another forty five minutes to lure the kitten close enough for the firefighter to grab. The kitten was left in your care after it was safely removed from the drain. Luckily, it was dry except for its paws. You were considering what you should do at this moment. The kitten doesn’t seem to have a collar, and you can see a few fleas crawling around on its back. You realize that you simply can’t place it on the ground to roam free once more, what if it’s hungry? What if it gets hurt or stuck again? You’re not sure you would be able to sleep at night knowing you abandoned the cat. You figure you should first and foremost take it to the vet to see if it possibly has an owner who microchipped it. Before doing so, you decide to do what any rational person would do, call Hange. You feel bad for bothering Hange when you know that they’re working, but you wanted to tell them what you’ve dealt with for the past three hours.

When Hange feels the vibration of their phone in their pocket, illuminating from your call, they know that they should answer. They hold their phone in their hand before glancing around their classroom, the eyes of their students peering at them curiously. They chuckle nervously. “...Ah, pardon me for a minute! My wife is calling me. Feel free to chatter while I’m away, just be sure to keep it down, okay?” They give the class an awkward thumbs up and a matching smile. They aren’t sure if you’ve ever called them while they were working, and they feel a pang of worry as they step out of their classroom and into the hallway to answer the call.

The look on their face was priceless. Their eye widens a little with confusion, their lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but they clearly have trouble finding the words. You speak before they do, explaining briefly how you heard the kitten crying, the amount of time it took to save the small creature, and how you plan to take it to a vet to see if it has an owner. After you’re finished speaking, Hange is quick to ask you “Can we keep it if it doesn’t have a chip? C’mon, pretty please? This opportunity is perfect! We won’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to adopt one, we just gotta cover the essentials!” They beg you, barely even stopping for breath as they plead quickly. “I don’t know, Han… Let me take it to the vet first. I’ll let you know what happens from there.”

Hange has been on the edge of their seat all day. You’ve been sending them updates, albeit slowly, considering the kitten is being tested for multiple things, like parasites, ear and eye infections, and other long term health conditions like feline leukemia. What they know so far is that the kitten is- according to the vet- probably a girl, not microchipped, and the poor thing is infested with fleas. You had mentioned to Hange that the vet said it’s a little bit early to tell if she’s really a girl, but that she currently looks like one. Hange has never been so attached to their phone at work before. They can’t help but glance at it between sentences, hoping to see their screen lit up by a message from you.

Today has been tiring, despite not even truly having gone into work. You’re stressed, nervous, and worst of all, bored. Your boredom doesn’t help your running thoughts. Instagram can only distract your brain so much when all you can think about is this kitten you’ve unwillingly bonded with. The longer you sit in the waiting room, the more you realize how worried you really are about being able to keep the kitten, despite your initial reservations about keeping a stray animal. She was just that cute. Throughout the whole car ride to the vet, she sat in your lap obediently, even curling up into a ball and purring. Not once did she cry or try to escape your lap. She had only started crying once you left her alone with the vet, and that broke your heart more than you’re willing to admit. You already feel like you have a bond with her, and it would be devastating if she happened to be sick or injured. What you’re waiting for right now is for her to use the bathroom. Number two is preferable, but they would work with number one if that’s all she could do. You silently thank yourself for stopping by a grocery store to get her some canned cat food, which she had eaten in the car on the way here. After waiting in the vet for a whopping 4 more hours, they had concluded all of the proper tests. The vet calls you back into the exam room, ready to talk about the results. Apparently, she ended up doing number 2 when she was left alone in a kennel. “Hello Mrs. Zoe!” He says with a friendly smile. “So, I’ll start with the bad news. Our little friend here has plenty of fleas, which I’m sure you saw already, and after running tests on her stool, I found that she does indeed have a parasite.” After hearing his words, you feel your nervousness festering more than ever. You nod at his words, urging him to continue. “But, there’s plenty of good news. The parasite is nothing life-threatening. She just needs to be medicated every day for a week. Other than that, she is entirely healthy. Do you plan on keeping her?” You think about your answer for a moment, but inside, you knew your mind was already made up. You had plenty of time to think about it in the waiting room, and you can’t deny the fact you’re already smitten with the small animal. You nod at him, a small smile appearing on your face as well. “Well, that’s great! You’ll have to come back tomorrow or the day after to pick up her medicine. We’ll give you a call when it’s ready to be picked up.” He flashes you another award-winning smile before leaving the room to retrieve the kitten. “Congratulations, she’s very well behaved.” He comments as he hands her back to you carefully. “Thank you, doctor. My spouse is going to be absolutely over the moon.” You giggle softly as you hold her once more and leave the office. You hold the kitten in one hand, and reach into your pocket to check the time on your phone. By now, it was almost time for Hange to get off of work. You sit in the car, the kitten once more making herself comfortable on your lap. You try not to think about her fleas as you take a moment to video call Hange once more.

Hange had just finished their last class of the day when you called. They were sitting at their desk, grading some old assignments before they officially left school. This was typical for them, because they absolutely hated dealing with the traffic caused by all of the other teachers, as well as students and school buses leaving the area at once. They see your call and immediately answer with a huge, dopey smile on their face. “Hi, love!” They exclaim, evidently excited for whatever updates you’re going to give them. When the video loads, they aren’t met with your dazzling beauty, but another small, adorable face. You can’t help but giggle as you look down at your phone, the angle making the kitten look funny. She paws the screen in front of her. “D'aww!! She’s so cuteee!” Hange squeals with excitement at the view. You giggle lightheartedly at Hange’s childish excitement. Their enthusiasm for the world around them was something that drew you in immediately about them, and it is still a trait that you adore. “Isn’t she? She’s so sweet and well behaved.” You move the phone away from the kitty, instead showing Hange your face. “Has she melted your cold heart already?” They tease with a soft chuckle. “Oh, shut up Hange!” You giggle at their joke anyways. “I’m just teasing, love. Soooo… Is she ours? Is she healthy?” They ask excitedly, but they already assume that the answer is yes, considering how happy you seem to be. “I just got done speaking with the vet, apparently she has a parasite.” You notice Hange’s lips part into an ‘o’ shape as you say this. You can also notice the concern morphing its way into their features. “But he said that after being medicated for… like… a week or so, she should be perfectly fine.” Hange’s earlier excitement makes a comeback, the worry melting off their features as they squeal a bit. “C’mon, we have to keep her!” They whine and plead. “You love her already, it’s obvious. Stop avoiding the question.” A pout forms on Hange’s lips as they try to convince you for the umpteenth time to have a pet. You sigh softly at their cute expression, giggling breathily at their antics. “I do love her. And you’re right, this is a perfect chance for us to have a pet since we didn’t have to buy her. I guess love is about compromise, or whatever… And since I know how much you’ve always wanted a cat, we can keep her.”

Hange had rushed home in record speed. It’s shocking that they got home in one piece without any tickets or crashes. You were right in the assumption that they would be over the moon about this perfect coincidence, Hange wanted to meet her more than anything. You have been home for a bit by the time Hange arrives at your shared home. They practically launch through the door, before realizing their excitement might startle the kitten. When you hear the door opening, you greet them at the door with your arms open wide. They quickly rush into your embrace, lifting you up and enthusiastically shaking you around. They place a chaste kiss on your lips before putting you on the floor once more. “Not that I’m not excited to see you, but where is she?” They ask with childlike excitement. They’re practically bouncing off the walls. As if on cue, a high pitched cry emits from the bathroom. “I have her in the bathroom right now and I put a blanket in there with her. We’re-” Your sentence is cut off by Hange making their way to the bathroom, carefully opening the door. You smile at their excitement, following after them. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. We’re gonna need to give her a flea bath before she can leave the bathroom.” Hange mumbles out a ‘mhm’ before kneeling beside the bathtub. The kitten is looking up at them with big doe eyes. Hange is doing all they can not to squeal and shout from how utterly adorable she is. You decide to take a seat on top of the closed toilet, simply content to see your partner so lively. Hange carefully outstretches their hand to the animal, who seems to back away the tiniest bit. “Heeeeyyyyyyy baby…” They whisper quietly. “Pspspsp…” The kitten sniffs Hange’s finger skeptically, but doesn’t react otherwise. They take this as a sign that it’s okay to pet her. Two of their lithe fingers scratch at the top of the kitten's head, much to her content. Hange mumbles sweet, hushed words to the animal that you can’t really hear. The world around you seems to grow blurry, as you tune out everything else that isn’t your partner and your newfound pet. There wasn’t anything else worth caring about at the moment. The tenderness Hange displays, a stark contrast from their typical erraticism, has your heart thumping in your chest. Hange has always been equally caring as they are observant. While Hange will probably always be excitable, they’re very aware of other’s emotions. They know when someone is overwhelmed or tired, or maybe shy and nervous, meaning they always know when they should turn it down a notch. Quiet moments with them were always your favorite moments. Moments where you two could simply be, without the need for conversation or action. Moments like this morning, where you can stare at their tired face without any ounce of uncomfort. Hange scoops up the kitten into their arms, holding her near their chest, seemingly unbothered by the fleas littering her body. They look up at you, smiling with their teeth and giggling. Their eyes are squinted shut by how much they’re smiling. Even as you’re lost in thought, not fully aware, you smile back at them unconsciously because it’s second nature. You snap out of your trance when you see a flea jump off of her body. “Yuck.” You say, squishing the bug with your shoe and picking it up with a piece of toilet paper. “I picked up some flea shampoo when I went to get her something to eat.” You say, holding up a purple bottle. “She won’t like this, but put her in the sink.”

The two of you have spent the better part of an hour picking the rest of the bugs out of the kitten's fur. The flea bath helped substantially, but there were still some that crawled around. Neither of you have spotted bugs for a few minutes, so you retire from your task, wrapping the small animal in a towel as Hange holds her, trying to transfer their own warmth to her. “She’s such a sweetie.” They coo softly, bouncing the kitty as if she’s a small child. “We should feed her soon. Did you get anything else from the pet store?” They ask, tilting their head at you as they ask. “No, she got really antsy when she was alone for too long, so I tried to run in and out as fast as possible. We’re gonna have to go back.” “Oh, but we can’t leave her to go out, what if she thinks we abandoned her!?” They ask you with puppy eyes. “We can’t take her out, she could still have fleas. I can ask someone to watch her while we go out.” You say, pulling out your phone to text one of your and Hange’s shared friends.

Levi and Erwin step into your home, the former appearing to be intensely displeased. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this on a weekday.” Levi grumbles, while Erwin smiles politely at you and Hange. “He’s being dramatic, it’s no trouble. You two will only be gone for an hour before we head home again.” Erwin chuckles, walking to the living room, where the now dried kitten sits on the couch. She runs and hides at the sight of so many people. “Thank you guys for doing this, I know it’s last minute.” You chuckle nervously at Levi’s obvious irritation. “We didn’t exactly have the luxury to give you notice, Shorty.” Hange teases, grinning as Levi rolls his eyes. “Whatever, three eyes. Get going so we can get home already.” Hange pouts, not only from the nickname, but also at the fact they’re being rushed out of their own home. You try not to burst out laughing at the nickname. “Three eyes is diabolical.” You choke out, opting to take their hand and head out, hopefully so Hange doesn’t feel embarrassed. “We’ll be back soon, thank you again!” You wave, before hopping in the car with a pouting Hange to get supplies for your currently unnamed pet.

Who knew shopping with Hange would take so long? You knew, actually. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Hange’s erraticism isn’t the best trait when trying to go shopping quickly. You’ve only been shopping with them a few times, and after an hour of bouncing around the store, it becomes a little bit tiring. This doesn’t even account for the many different random items they tend to pick up and insist they need. A similar thing happens when you attempt to shop for your cat. You asked Hange to find a decently sized litter box, and they come back to beg you for toys they think look funny, a bed shaped like a ramen cup, a hat for the kitten, and a matching onesie for her. You have to refrain from twitching your eye as they entirely forgot to get the litter box you tasked them to find. You end up putting the toys, bed, and hat in the basket, since you planned on buying her these things anyway. “Han... My beloved... You forgot the litter box.” You watch as they chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. “Right... Be right back.” They turn away, determined to get the litter box, (and only the litter box,) while you decide between two bundles of kitten food.

Hange finds you once more, looping their arms around your waist. You’re momentarily shocked, but you quickly recognize the scent of them surrounding you. They place their head on your shoulder, proud of the fact they managed not to pick up anything except the litter box. They poke your cheek, giving you a grin. When you turn your head towards them, they tap their finger against their cheek, silently asking to be rewarded for completing the task you gave them. You roll your eyes playfully and give them a soft peck.

You return home after an hour and a half, being slightly delayed by Hange’s typical short and ever-changing attention span. Erwin helps you and Hange bring in the bags of cat necessities. You and Hange tiredly plop down on your couch once you’ve finished, feeling tired from all the events of the day. Levi sighs from beside you. You and Hange look at him, seeing the cat curled up and sleeping on his lap. “This damn cat wouldn't leave me alone. Always craving attention, like it can't survive without constant petting. Needy little furball.” He grumbles. Despite his attitude, he still allows her to sleep in his lap, which you and Hange are both grateful for. He carefully picks her up, shifting her into Hange’s lap instead. They both try their best to ensure she isn’t disturbed by the transfer. You stand up as Levi does, seeing the couple out. “Thank you both again for doing this. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner. It’s our turn to cook this week!” You giggle. Erwin pats your shoulder in a dad-like fashion. “Don’t mention it. Levi was loving the attention she gave him. See you Sunday.” He smiles. To this, Levi rolls his eyes, elbowing his lover lightly as you see them out.

Once again, you plop on the couch beside your own lover. They look at you with worry. “What are we going to do with her? She’s gonna be so scared if we leave her at home, all alone...” You raise your eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is leading. “I’m sure she’ll get used to it. It’s impossible for us to have someone watch her every day while we’re at work.” In response to your words, they cover the kitten's ears. “You’re evil! How could you talk about our daughter that way?” They pout, giving you puppy eyes. You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at their joke. “You know...” They start. You look at them tiredly, knowing you probably won't like whatever comes next. “We could always get another to keep her company.”

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Could you do one about matt, where the reader has migraines and matt does everything he can to help her, lots of physical touch, words of affirmation etc

Ilysm and your writing ur amazing<3

as someone who’s had migraines and headaches every single day for 4 years I loved writing this. i hope you’re doing well feel free to message me if you ever need to talk, i know how difficult this can be. sending my love to you

꩜ migraine ꩜

Waking up in excruciating pain has become my new normal. From the moment my eyes open I’m greeted by the familiar feeling of a migraine. The dull pressure around my head makes it feel like it’ll burst at any given moment.

Rubbing my eyes, I sharply inhale as a sharp jolt enters my temple and eye making it feel as if a nail has been driven into my head. Pulling the blanket over my head I groan. This isn’t how I expected today to go. You and I were supposed to spend the day in the city. Aimlessly reaching for my phone I turn Siri on and instruct her to send you a text.

“Hey Siri, send Matt a text” I grumble.

“What do you want to say?” Siri's voice irritates me more.

“Hi love, would we be able to do today’s plans another day? I woke up with a migraine again. I'm not doing well, it's taking a toll on me and I don’t wanna be a drag on our date. I’m really sorry I feel so bad. I know how busy you’ve been and how excited you were for this and I’ve ruined that. I'm sorry. If you aren’t busy maybe we can call later? I miss you and I love you” I tiredly mumbled to Siri to type out for me.

Putting my phone fast down on my nightstand, I bury my face into my pillow and pull the blankets up to my chin and try to sleep the pain away. I only slept for probably an hour until I breathed in a familiar scent. I slowly open my eyes to see you laying beside me. I waste no time burying my face into your chest and wrapping my arms around you.

“I'm so glad you're here” I mutter.

“I figured you'd either need or want some help since you aren't feeling good and I missed you” you whisper, making sure not to worsen my headache. “Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“I need my heated eye mask and my meds please, you know where they are right?” I ask.

“I'll go get them, I'll be quick” you softly say as you plant a kiss on my forehead.

Staying true to your words you’re back in a few minutes with my nice and hot eye mask and some meds to hopefully ease the pain.

Putting the warm mask over my eyes I get comfy, resting my head on your chest as one arm wraps around my waist and the other massaging my scalp, easing the building tension in my head.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that? It’s difficult being in pain let alone constantly and this badly but here you are still fighting. I know it’s draining and takes a mental toll on you but you’re doing so good. I wish I could take your pain for you. You amaze me with your strength” you praise me.

“Thank you for coming over. I’m sorry for ruining our plans not just today but every other time I end up having to cancel. I feel bad about it. I don’t want you to think that I don’t wanna spend time with you because that’s really all I want is to be with you” I whisper.

“Anytime sweet girl I’ll always be here for you no matter what. Don’t apologize, remember we don’t worry about things that are outside of our control. You can’t control when you get a migraine so don’t feel bad for canceling. Plus when you have a migraine it means that I get to come over and take care of you which I love. You could never ruin anything, simply being with you is enough for me. I love you sweet girl, now get some rest I’m here” you tell me, soothingly massaging my scalp.

Your gentle voice, the head massage, the eye mask, and the meds is the perfect concoction to make me doze off into a much needed sleep in the arms of my favorite person. Migraines aren’t so bad when I have you by my side.

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Drarry Fic Idea (curse artefact x senses)

This idea won’t leave my mind but I can’t write a full fic so please take this and run guys!!

Harry and Draco are Aurors partners (better if it’s already been a while)

Their next case consist of a retrieval of a cursed artefact

It’s not known what the curse is yet but it’s highly sought after and have been passed from dark mages to dark mages so they know it’s highly dangerous

They got hold of the location but so did others and as things tend to go when Harry is involved, it’s turned into a full battle between them and other dark mages after it

Curses, counter curses fly around and Draco and Harry are quite a formidable pair but someone managed to snag the artefact, muttered some arcane chants and a bolt shoots out to Harry

Draco jumps in the way and took the curse

He’s sent flying back and passes out

Harry loses it and obliterates the rest

Artefact is recovered and Draco is sent to St Mungo

Draco wakes after a day seemingly without any major injuries

It threw him off a little at first because he woke up at St Mungo’s a couple of times before and something seems missing. He can’t quite put his finger on it yet.

Another day passes, and he notes the porridge is quite tasteless but doesn’t think much of it.

Until he realised everything has been bland the whole day. He tried eating a sugar cube and it tasted like nothing.

He tries to chuck it aside to probably a flu but then he realised he felt off in the hospital when he woke cause he couldn’t smell the usual disinfectant and antiseptic.

He has lost his sense of smell and taste in 2 days.

A curse-breaker task force is set up - Harmoine included. They’re pulling all resources to find out about the artefact and how to reverse it.

He loses his sight the next day. Harry guides him around - cue Draco’s insecurity in having to rely on someone. They argued a lot but whenever Draco reaches out in the dark in fear, Harry is always there as an unwavering pillar of support.

Draco ‘I’ll be difficult and lash out because it’s been ingrained in me that asking for help is a sign of weakness and I will not and cannot be seen as weak’ Malfoy x Harry ‘I’m not leaving. I know you and I see through your mask and I’m not leaving you alone to deal with this’ Potter.

I think it’ll be especially sweet if Draco lashes out with some very vicious insults to get Harry to leave (he still has poor coping mechanisms) and when he succeeds and hear the door slams, he sobs. (Harry hears him outside the door) Much later when he reaches out to pour himself some water (while blind!!), he knocks over the glass which shatters. He accidentally cuts himself on the glass and Harry rushes in. He fixes the glass and Draco’s bleeding hand and Draco finally stops resisting. He admits he’s scared and Harry promise he won’t leave again.

Nothing happens on the 4th day and the curse breaker makes a break through, although it’s not good news. They find out that Draco will lose all 5 senses in 7 days. If they don’t reverse the curse by the 7th day, Draco is essentially a breathing corpse having lost all senses.

He loses his sense of hearing on Day 5. He will never admit how much he misses hearing Harry’s voice but the silence is damning. Harry communicates mostly by writing on his arm and squeezing his hands to signal that he’s still there. If they end up holding hands the whole day, no one says anything.

It’s day 6. They’re fearing for the worse now. By the end of the day, he can barely feel Harry’s touch. (Sense of touch is the last to go)

Like a deadman walking with nothing to lose, Draco decided to be selfish and confesses to Harry, although he knows it’ll be a burden to Harry if he doesn’t make it but Malfoys’ aren’t known for their kindness and he’s not going to start now. (But lord knows he tried he just couldn’t hold it in, not anymore and what’s the worse that could happen if he was going to die anyway)

They kiss (!!) and Harry makes silent promises that he will take Draco out for a date after this so he better survive this!!

Day 7 comes and Draco doesn’t wake. He’s still breathing but he doesn’t stir.

Harry has a massive breakdown but eventually picks himself to throw into the counter curse research.

It took a few more days but something about love being the most powerful magic there is, Harry managed to break it (more at the end)

The artefact emits a light and Draco wakes!

They go for their date and live happily every after!!

To make this even longer, since I love TSOA’s

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

To incorporate this in, to break the curse, Harry is sent to a limbo world (similar to the train station when he died the first time) where he has to find Draco based on his senses to bring him back! There’s a few stages and each round he’s tested based on the senses

e.g. Hearing - he has to find Draco’s voice amidst a thousand but of course he’s so attuned to it it’s almost embarrassingly easy for him

Sight + touch - Harry can’t see and has to find Draco based on his touch.

Smell - Harry knows Draco smells like Apples and cinnamon. Don’t ask him why.

Taste - This is a bit tricky but maybe to pick up Draco’s favourite food?

All in all, Harry passed the tests because he’s obsessed with Draco so of course he knows these things!!

[wsdwriting]

little snippet of writing for these guys \o/ if you’d like, listen to Susie Save Your Love by Allie X to hear the song that inspired this bit!!

(go here for character information)

reblogs appreciated \o/!!

Luz wakes up with a piercing headache, and curled around someone. She squirms—pulling herself in closer and pressing her face more firmly against the other person. Tries desperately to block out the light leaking through her eyelids. 

Her movement wakes them, though. They stretch, before laughing softly and running a hand through her hair. 

“Good morning, Luz.” Comes Amalia’s amused voice. 

Luz freezes. Tries to run through her memories to figure out what events led her to here—except she can’t recall anything. Stupid alcohol. 

She pulls away, braving the sunlit room. 

“‘Morning.” She mutters, throwing an arm over her eyes. 

“Let me get the curtains.” 

The bed dips and creaks as Amalia leaves it. Luz listens to the sound of curtains being tugged tightly closed, and removes her arm to probably the darkest they’ll get during the day in a room like this. 

Amalia flops back onto the bed, crawling under the covers. Her hair is messy, and she still hasn’t taken her makeup off from last light, and she looks beautiful. 

And Luz really shouldn’t be having those thoughts even if both of them are single. 

But… then again… they also spent the night together. And she’s wearing one of Luz’s shirts. 

“Um…” As much as she’s almost too nervous to ask, she has to know. “Did we…?”

“Luz!” Amalia exclaims, sounding a little scandalised. But before Luz can panic too much, she laughs. “No, no. You were much too drunk, anyway. I just drove you home, and you got clingy.”

Embarrassing, but probably less of a mess than fucking her friend. 

“Ah.” She tugs the covers up to hide her face a little. “Sorry…”

“It’s fine—I don’t mind.” Amalia smiles. “I wouldn’t have signed myself up as designated driver if I did.”

“True, true.”

“There’s water and painkillers on the bedside table, by the way.”

Luz turns so fast she flares up her nausea and has to take a second to recover. Amalia does not manage to cover her laugh. Not that Luz thinks she was particularly trying to. 

“You’re a life saver, Pedra.” Luz declares, quickly swallowing down the painkillers. 

“It’s nothing.” But Luz can tell she’s pleased. “I just figured since I was already here… oh, and by the way”—she plucks a small piece of paper from her bedside table—“you got someone’s number.”

“Oh, man…” Unsurprising, even though she’s been trying not to do that recently. “Do you remember who’s it is?”

“Not really.” Amalia looks over the paper like it’ll help her remember. “She was bald, I think. And pretty butch. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying much attention—too focused on getting you home, you know?” 

Luz tries to conjure the memories to mind and fails miserably. 

“What should I do with it?” Amalia asks, leaning to the side to dangle it over where Luz knows her rubbish bin by the desk is. “Put it with the others?”

They’ve gone through this whole post-club song and dance before—even if Amalia has never actually stayed the night. Luz throws away almost every number she gets, but that’s usually because she was just flirting to get free drinks. 

This time she can’t remember what happened. It could’ve been someone she really hit it off with—like Amalia. And even if it truly is like what happened with Amalia and she just gets a new friend, that’s a good thing, too. 

“No, no, I… I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll… think about it?” Amalia raises her eyebrows.

“I just want to see if I remember more, you know?” Then she groans. “Besides—I, um… I need a rebound after that last guy.”

“I thought you were over him.”

“I am! Miguel even made sure I deleted his number because they’ve seen what happens if I don’t. Just…” She sighs. “It’ll be easier with someone else, you know? So I can stop thinking about him entirely.”

Amalia opens her mouth likes she’s going to say something. Then she seems to think better of it and leans back to the bed, depositing the paper on the bedside table again. 

“If you’re sure.” She settles on. 

“Well… I guess I am… Maybe I’ll get some memories back after breakfast and decide to chuck it, anyway.” Luz says, laughing a little. “But we exchanged numbers at a club. So you never know, right?” 

“Right.” Amalia climbs out of bed, and heads to the door. “Wait here, I’ll go make breakfast.” 

“You’re my saviour, Pedra!” Luz calls after her. 

She doesn’t get a response, but figures Amalia was already too far away to bother. So, she curls up in the blankets again, content to catch a few more minutes of sleep before breakfast is ready.

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hope you enjoyed \o/!! this is set kind of like… towards the end of the start section I would say. if you have any questions about the story feel free to send them in \o/!!

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[loidswife27]

Hiii, so I want to write for Twisted Wonderland but it’ll be my very first time. I already have something in my drafts that I want to upload so if that turns out good, I’ll make other ones too !

Anyway, here you have an Ace x female reader.

There is light cursing in there, but just because the reader and Ace are already very familiar with each other. I’ve never written for Ace before so yeah don’t know if he’s ooc. I tried to depict typical annoying teenage boy who’s crushing behavior because I feel like he’d be the type to pull on a girl’s hair as his love language. Anyway here goes nothing!

Ace Trappola x fem reader

You sigh in relief as you finally lay down on your bed. After a long week of exams and dealing with your friends' tomfoolery, you can finally go to sleep.

Grim was sleeping with Deuce today since the boy told you that the little monster was already asleep in his room after a study session, you just decided to leave him there for this night. You were way too tired to deal with him anyway.

Before you can succumb to the dream world, you hear your window open. Sitting up quickly, you look at the source of the sound in alarm.

"Hey y/n, I'm gonna crash in your room tonight!"

Ace huffs as he pulls himself through the window. You’re momentarily shocked at the sight of your ginger friend breaking into your room, but your expression quickly morphs into one of annoyance.

"I kind of broke a rule, so I need a place to hideout," he chuckles and smiles innocently.

“As if that’s news to me,” you say sarcastically, placing your hands on your hips. “I see you haven’t lost your habit of breaking in like a thief.” Speaking of that, you should really look for a way to up the security system of your dorm, or at least install some new locks.

Ace snickers as he crosses the room and flops down on your bed with a satisfied grin.

"Oh, don't be like that~ Just think of this as an improvised sleepover! We can gossip and tell spooky stories, or--or... " Ace trails off as if he's trying to come up with another idea.

You just raise an eyebrow, looking very unimpressed, waiting for what he’ll say.

He leans up on his hands and turns to you with a cheeky smile, "we could, um, I dunno.... get under the covers together?"

You slap his head when he starts wiggling his eyebrows at you before grabbing a pillow and throwing it on his head.

“I’ll let you take the couch downstairs, pervert. Take that pillow and good night.”

The freshman pouted as he rubs where you slapped him.

"What? It was just a suggestion!"

His mouth suddenly pulls off to the side as he lets out a smug grin.

“Or are you too embarrassed to sleep in the same bed as me ? I bet you secretly want me-“ he’s suddenly cut off by your foot in his stomach as he lets out a pained wheeze.

“Damn, you kick hard,” he whined clutching his stomach with a scrunched up expression.

“And I’ll aim lower next time if you keep being a dumbass.” At your threat, he quickly raises his hands in surrender and gulps, having no problem imagining you do that.

Apparently, he’s not giving up easily -not that you’d expect him to, but you were so tired you actually hoped- the boy’s hands moving about as he tries to get comfortable on your bed.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to sleep on that old, stuffy, couch? C'mon y/n, throw me a bone here!"

You sigh in annoyance, grasping your covers and pulling them close to you.

“Though we’ve never slept in the same bed, since the day I found you on the floor opposite to the couch you were supposed to be sleeping in when I left you, the last time you crashed at my place, I know that you’re a bad sleeper. You’ll probably kick me in my sleep too.”

His smug expression falters and turns into one of indignation as you remind him of his awful sleep habits.

"But I'll be good, I swear! I promise I won't kick you in your sleep. And if I move too much, you can just wake me up or shove me aside."

Ace protests, a bit defensively as he folds his arms across his chest.

You mimic his action and cross your arms over your chest too, staring at him clearly not believing his claims. You figure you’re too tired to argue with him over this so you’ll let it slide this time. “Fine, but just this once. I kinda pity you since you’re so desperate and you’re giving me a headache.”

You just had to sprinkle in this shade at him, which he glared at you for, cutting off his happy smile at your acceptance.

His head falls back on the bed as he sighs in content, smiling smugly. You already regret your decision.

Ace reaches out and starts to playfully poke you in the ribs. "Ahhh, how sweet of you to sacrifice the comfort of your space just for me~"

His tone has a playful, taunting twist, but there is a glint of something else buried deeper underneath. An unspoken request for closeness and intimacy.

You slap his hand away and glare at him. “You literally just said that you would not bother me.” “Did I ?” You deadpan at his innocent expression.

You sigh for what seems like the twentieth time this night and finally lie down, your head hitting the comfy pillow.

Ace laughs and settles himself comfortably at your side. His hand reaches out and taps you on the shoulder, before pulling away.

"What, you don't like my touches now? That's cold, " he teasingly scolds.

Ace props himself up so he is laying down facing you.

You turn your back to him, pulling the covers up mid shoulders. “It’s not too late to kick you out, you know,” you threaten.

Ace lets out a frustrated sigh, a pout forming on his face as he watches you.

"I thought we were gonna spend a fun night together, or at least talk until we fall asleep. Why are you being so cold?"

His hands are folded as if he is hurt by your rejection. Though it's hard to know if it's genuine or the act of someone trying to get his way.

Is he for real right now ?

You stare at him over your shoulder, and you can barely make out his face with the limited light coming from the window before you snap at him.

“Seriously? You thought that you’d turn this into a sleepover? Dude, I don’t even know what time it fucking is and I’m only letting you stay here because you have nowhere else to go. Now that you’re here you’re keen on pissing me off !”

You know you’re being mean right now but you weren’t really in the mood to talk a lot and the last thing you needed was one of the top 3 annoying idiots at the school yapping your braincells away!

"Yeah, I did," Ace responds to your question, frown growing bigger. “Was it so stupid of me?” I wanted to spend some time alone with you… "And really, is that the only reason you're letting me stay here?" he asks, his words laced with unspoken sadness. He looks pretty upset by your words. He thought you didn’t mind his presence after all this time. Dare he even think that he wanted to be wanted by you.

“Ace, I-“ you watch him turn his back to you, moving to the edge of the bed until his feet were dangling, while crossing his arms childishly, letting out a “Hmph!”. He may seem like he’s exaggerating but you know this is how he gets when he’s sad rather than mad at you.

His words and expression resulted in you feeling a growing sense of guilt. You didn’t think he’d actually be that hurt by your attitude. Well, usually you keep up with his banter. Now you feel bad for being so cold towards him when he clearly trusted and valued your friendship to the point that he didn’t hesitate to ask for your help.

You sit up to face him properly.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was acting like a jerk, I know. I think it’s this week’s stress that’s putting me in a foul mood. Still, that’s not an excuse to treat you like shit,” you say softly, watching him perk up slightly, hoping he can hear how sincere you sound.

Little did you know, Ace's face softened at your words. The faintest smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he heard you out.

You smiled in relief as you saw him finally turn around.

After letting out a sigh, Ace nods in understanding.

"It's fine. You're probably tired after a long week of classes, I get it. Crewel wasn’t joking with his “exam week” thing," he replies softly, sounding sympathetic before shuddering at the thought of what they just went through.

Seems like he’s reliving the same stressing memories as you about the tests. You’re pretty sure your teacher is not secretly a sadist that likes watching children cry in front of chemistry equations. And a whole week of tests ? Seriously, what did he expect? You’re just a girl!

Ace’s slight stutter brings you back to the conversation. Wait, stutter ?

"A-and I know I'm kind of a handful and I can get rather annoying... at times…"

Is this his way of apologizing too ?

You raise a brow teasingly. “Only at times? Are you sure?”

Ace lets out a laugh and raises a finger to defend himself.

"Hey, I'm not a total pain in the ass all the time, just a majority of the time!"

His tone is light and the playfulness is back on his face.

He leans into the bed and lets out a content sigh, clearly relieved at the tension that's settled between you two.

“Sure, Ace~” you chuckle slightly. “Well, now that you have my attention what do you want to do?”

Ace pauses and looks at you mischievously with a teasing grin.

"Well it’s only fair we cuddle a bit after all the distress you put me through!”

It's evident he's half-joking, but his tone is laced with a hint of hopefulness. A small blush rises to his cheeks at the thought.

You roll your eyes affectionately, a fond smile on your lips as you open your arms. “Come here, you.”

The boy can't help the bright smile that graces his lips as you open your arms. He immediately scoots closer, letting out a relieved sigh as he pulls you in for a tight hug. He wraps his arms around you, pressing his head into your chest.

Ace closes his eyes for a second, his fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt. He leans back to look into your eyes, smiling wide.

"Thank you," he whispers quietly.

You look down at him feeling your heart skip a bit and, smiling softly, you move your hand to gently play with his hair as you let yourself finally relax. “You’re so clingy~” you whisper teasingly, and in the perfect calm of your bedroom, the sound of your voice and heartbeat is all the boy hears. He can’t help but nuzzle his face more into your chest. “If I died right now, I’d die a happy man,” the ginger haired boy says dazedly. You can’t see his face but you can imagine the stupid grin he probably makes.

You pull at his hair earning a small hiss from him but don’t bother moving from your position, already used to his stupid comments.

“You just wanted an excuse to lay on my boobs, didn’t you, pervert~” you murmur with narrowed eyes.

The sudden mention of your breasts sends Ace into a fit of laughter and you pass it off as another dumb-teenage-boy thing. The color rises to his cheeks but he laughs it off, shaking his head. You’re comfortable enough with each other to not make things weird. Although he wondered if you said stuff like that to the other guys in your friend group. He hoped not.

"They're pretty comfy, but that's totally not the reason I asked to cuddle," he mumbles. He looks into your eyes with a teasing smirk. "I just like to feel your warmth..."

You hum, a lazy smile stretched on your face. “Just messing with ya~”

You start feeling sleepy again, the fatigue finally catching up to you now that you were comfortable with a cute boy in your arms. You yawn and bury your face in his fluffy messy hair.

The freshman chuckles quietly as your tired murmur fills his ears. Though you can tell he's feeling tired too he wants to stay awake to keep talking with you and to enjoy the feeling of your body next to his. He tightens his arms around your waist, shifting so he’s pressing his cheek into your head.

"I wish time froze..." his voice carries a faint murmur as drowsiness washes over him, "So that we could stay like this forever..."

You catch his words in your last effort of trying to stay awake and smile fondly. In other circumstances -ones where you were not holding onto consciousness for dear life- you would have realized the meaning of these words and would have surely reacted otherwise.

“Good night, Ace,” you say instead before finally succumbing to sleep.

Ace smiles softly and presses himself into your body as you fall asleep. Your words echo in his ears as he begins to slip away. He relaxes and takes in your scent as he drifts off into a peaceful slumber next to you.

“Good night, y/n.”

Though your sleepover finished as soon as it started, it could not have been a better ending for Ace as he’s left with the last of his thoughts, an unspoken deeper affection for you.

I love you.

[sergeantsporks]

Writing request: Since the hexsqad have never been exposed to any human sicknesses before, and therefore have no immunity against any of them, I think it would be funny to see at least one of them get sick the first time anyone sneezes near them. It’d also be fun to see how the biology of a witch handles a human sickness. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmyaaaayyyyyy, you’re here!!!” Willow grabbed for Hunter’s hand as he passed by the couch. “Your hair is getting so looooong, Amity can braid it and we can match!”

Luz batted Willow’s hands away. “Ah, ah, no. You are sick. No touchy, you’ll get him sick, too.”

“I’ve never had a sick day in my life,” Hunter scoffed. He kept Luz between himself and Willow, though, peering over her shoulder at the sick witch on the couch. “What’s wrong with her?”

“As far as I can tell? A cold.”

“You mean a mold?”

“Nope. Here in the human realm, we have colds. They’re minor, just a lot of coughing and sneezing, but Willow’s gone down bad. Probably because she’s never had one before. The rest of you should probably steer clear of her.”

“I can help. Like I said, I don’t get sick.”

“I’m not going to risk it. I didn’t have a cold, which means Willow caught it from only a few seconds of contact. Now scr—”

Willow let out an explosive sneeze, and droplets splattered Luz.

Luz jumped back, right onto Hunter’s toes. “Ew!”

“Ow!” Hunter skipped backwards, yanking his feet out from under Luz’s heels. “Is it dangerous? Is that why you’re so keen to avoid it?”

“No, but it’s a pain, and it’s still gross.” Luz squinted at him. “Although I guess someone who licked my hand wouldn’t really think so.”

“I built up my immune system and my resistance to poisons by licking things I shouldn’t,” Hunter responded serenely, “I’ll be fine.”

Xxx

Gus cannoned into Luz, grabbing her arm. “Luuuuuuzzzzzzz, I think Hunter’s dead!”

“What?! What do you mean, Gus?!”

“He was still asleep when I woke up! It’s, like, eight o clock!”

“That’s a totally normal time to wake up, Gus.”

“When was the last time you got up and Hunter wasn’t already awake?”

“Fair enough. Stay up here, I’ll check in on him.”

Luz traipsed down the stairs to the basement and shook Hunter’s shoulder. “Hey? You okay?”

A raspy snore that broke off into a cough was his response.

Luz shook him again. “Hunter!”

“Wha?” he grumbled, swatting her hand, “Go ‘way.” He sneezed. “Lemme alone.”

“Uh-oh. So much for never getting sick, huh?”

“’m not sick. I’m just—” another explosive sneeze. “…tired.”

“Uh-huh. You stay down here, buddy, I’ll get you a waterbottle and a box of tissues.”

Luz traipsed back up the stairs. “He’s down for the count. Alrighty, let’s get this contained! I’m moving Willow to the basement, and you and Amity are not to go down there.”

Amity looked poked her head into the living room. “Is that a good idea? Having a sick Willow and Hunter in the same area? Willow tried to kiss my face with her germy lips last night, what if they team up on us?”

“Ah, I don’t think it’ll be too bad. Hunter’s sleepy sick, Willow would have a hard time rousing him to turn on us. But maybe you could create an abomination to keep an eye on them? Like you did for me when I had the mold!”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Thanks, Amity. And I’m sure Flapjack and Clover will help us, too. Okay, you and Gus go outside, I’m going to get Willow into quarantine.”

Luz thumped up the stairs. Willow was in the bathroom, making a bunch of succulents on the windowsill grow. “Heeeeyyyy, Willow.”

“Luz!” Willow exclaimed in delight, “You’re here!”

“Haha, yep, I sure am! Hey, do you want to go downstairs? To the basement? And stay down there?”

“Mmmmmmm…”

“C’mon,” Luz coaxed, “You can, uhhhhh look for old school yearbooks and laugh at everyone’s horrible school pictures! Hunter’s down there, it’ll be like a little party!”

“Haha, Hunter at a party. He’d look funny in one of those little hats.”

“Yeaaaah, he probably would. Come on.” Luz slowly backed out of the bathroom, beckoning to Willow. To her relief, Willow followed. “Theeeere we go. Good Willow. That’s it.”

Luz led her down to the basement, where she immediately shook Hunter. “Hey! Sun’s up, time to start photosynthesizing, sleepy!”

He grumbled something unintelligible, then wiggled around in his sleeping bag until his feet were sticking out of the head of it and his face was down at the bottom, where Willow couldn’t reach him. Willow, for her part, watched the whole process in awe.

“He’s going to turn into a butterfly,” she whispered.

“No—okay, hey, you’re going to suffocate in there.” Luz unzipped the sleeping bag, exposing Hunter’s face to the air. He grabbed the flap of the sleeping bag, yanking it back over himself, and Luz left it. As long as there was still a way for air to get in. She glanced around to see Willow already halfway up the stairs, and she ran up, ducking around Willow to bar her way. “No! You need to stay down here!”

“Awwwwwwwww…”

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I need you to help me take care of Hunter, Willow, he’s not feeling good.”

Willow sniffed and coughed. “Aww. Poor Hunter.”

“Amity’s going to send down an abomination to help, just make sure he drinks lots of water. Uh—don’t make him, though, just tell him to do it a lot, okay?”

“Okayyyyyyy. Before or after he turns into a butterfly?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh… before? You’re going to do great, just make sure he and you stay down here, okay, byeeeeeeeee!”

Luz raced up the stairs, washing her hands and opening the door. “Okay. We should be good.”

Amity created an abomination, and it took two waterbottles and a box of tissues down into the basement.

“Dooooo abominations get sick?”

“I don’t think so?”

The abomination came back up, walking towards the trashcan. Its face seized up, twitching, and Amity approached it. “Whoa, they’ve never done this before, I don’t kno—”

The abomination’s face exploded outwards all over Amity.

“Did it just sneeze?!” Luz yelped.

“I think it just sneezed! This is ridicu—oh, Luz. Oh, Luz, no. No, if it got sick from Willow and Gus, that means—that means—”

“You’re not sick yet,” Luz pleaded, “It could have been—you’re not sick yet!”

Amity gently cupped Luz’s face in her hands. “Batata. You know what has to be done. I have to go down there. I have to quarantine.”

“No, Amity, if you’re not sick now, you will be for sure if you’re near them!”

“And if I’m sick now, I’ll get Gus sick. Or you.” Amity smoothed back a lock of Luz’s hair. “I have to do this. For Gus. I’ll live. Just… make sure there’s plenty of tissues and water?”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll make sure.” Luz got another waterbottle for Amity and walked her to the basement stairs. Willow’s giggle, and Hunter’s congested snores floated up, and Amity gulped. She gave Luz’s hand a squeeze, then squared her shoulders and marched down.

“So brave,” Gus sniffed from the kitchen, “So noble.”

“Gus?!”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t near the exploding abomination.”

Luz washed her hands again, and made her way to the fridge. “I’m going to try to make some soup. Maybe some tea.”

“Can I help?”

Luz hissed in, thinking about the mustard ravioli that had been his last attempt at cooking. “How about you make the tea? But wait a bit.”

“Okay!”

Luz chopped vegetables and simmered them in broth on the stove, occasionally rolling a full waterbottle down to the basement. It was always gone from the foot of the stairs by the time she looked again.

At least they’re hydrating.

I hope so, anyway, and it isn’t just Willow pouring them on Amity and Hunter’s feet so that they can grow.

Luz turned the stove off and ladled the soup into three bowls. “I’m going in.”

Gus snapped a salute. “Godspeed, good Luz,” he said gravely, “If you don’t come out, I will remember you.”

Luz gulped, heading down the stairs. Willow met her at the base. “Hey, Luz,” she mumbled through a stuffed nose, “Feeling pretty bad.”

Luz handed her a bowl. “At least you’re not loopy anymore?”

“Uuuuugh…”

Hunter was still passed out in his sleeping bag, snoring and occasionally coughing. “Wow. I’m starting to wonder if he just thinks he’s never been sick because he sleeps through the whole thing.” Luz shook his shoulder. “Heeeeey, Hunter. You need to eat something.”

He blearily sat up, his hair flat against one side of his head and then sticking up in a horrendous cowlick. He accepted the bowl, drained it in about three seconds flat, scarfed down the vegetables, then flopped back down, pulling the sleeping bag over his head.

“And where’s…”

Amity was nowhere to be seen. The boxes in the basement had been carefully arranged in alphabetical order, and boxes with the same label were stacked from largest to smallest.

Amity’s head poked out from a pile of stuff that hadn’t been in a box. “Hi.”

Luz wandered towards her as Hunter started to snore again. “Did you do all this?”

“Yep,” Amity coughed, “It was messy down here. I fixed it. Trying to figure out how to organize all of this other stuff, though. I mean!” she tried stacking a statue of a dog on top of a beach ball, and it slid off. “What am I supposed to do?!”

Luz handed her a bowl. “Take a break, sweet potato. Is everyone staying hydrated?”

“Oh, yeah,” Willow piped up, “Amity is enforcing a rigorous hydration schedule.” She blew her nose and tossed the tissue towards a small trashcan.

It was incinerated by a blast of purple flame before it even hit the downward part of its arc. Amity narrowed her eyes at the space where the offending tissue had been. “No more sickness,” she growled, then sneezed. “AUGH!”

Luz nudged her shoulder. “It’s okay to be sick, Amity. I’ll come back down in a bit, okay?”

She trudged back up the stairs, collecting Hunter’s bowl on the way up. “Whoof.”

“They okay down there?”

“I think Willow’s pulled through the worst of it, but she’ll be stuffed up for a while. Hunter’s still asleep. And I think if we unleased a sick Amity on the Collector, she’d have him doing her bidding before the week was out.”

Gus hissed in, making a face. “Uh, Luz?” He pointed behind her. “Hunter’s up.”

Luz turned around to see Hunter shuffling towards her. “Ohhhh no you don’t. Go back down there, mister.”

“I’m fine, Luz,” he mumbled, “I told you, I’m just ti—I’m just ti—I’m ti—choo!”

He sneezed, and Luz yelped. “Hunter, NO!”

Gus gasped behind her. “It’s too late, Luz. I’ve been hit! I’m down!”

Hunter sniffed. “…Okay. I might, maybe be just a little bit sick. Sorry, Gus.”

Luz sighed. “Guess there’s no point in keeping you guys quarantined anymore.”

Gus shuffled down the stairs. “Oh, misery.” His eyes were already starting to glaze over, and he flopped on the couch with a sigh. “Just leave me. Bring me… some delicious soup.”

“I will. Don’t die.”

“No promises.”

“Augustus is a drama queen when he’s sick,” Willow informed her, “Be prepared for the performance of a lifetime.”

Luz shook her head, moving the box of tissues closer to Gus. “Can’t wait.”

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Almost done with my TBOSAS AU where Treech wins the 10th Hunger Games! All that’s left is wrapping up the nice part and writing out the final fight, so here’s a sneak peak below the page break(?) for anyone who’s interested:

“Why didn’t you do anything?” He asked. “You could have won. Just now.”

Reaper looked at him, and Treech averted his eyes to stare at the bloody red of the fabric. If Vipsania had been there (or his mum and pops, or Tracks or Acsia or-) she would have yelled at him for giving someone such a golden opportunity. He still wasn’t sure whether she was just doing it for the money or not. She probably was. Something stung in his chest, and Treech wondered if he was more tired than he thought he was.

“And been a monster? No. You were grieving your friend, I’m not gonna exploit that. These games have made us lose enough of ourselves already, I won’t let it take anything else.” His voice was bitter, hard, and determined. “What’s the point of surviving this shitshow if I can never sleep again?”

Treech huffed out a laugh. A bitter thing, fed with the strange mood between them. The sentiment was sweet, and Treech wanted to laugh and pull his hair out because literally everyone in that stupid arena seemed to be a better person than him, and all but the one in front of him were dead.

“After these past few weeks? I’ll be surprised if I even remember what it’s like to wake up in three months’ time.” He stubbornly ignored the voice whispering in his ear that only one of them had a chance of living that long. “No matter what happens after this.”

“Well… If you win,” If. If Treech won, “I’d want you to live your life. Not just survive, I mean actually live. Otherwise it would feel like… Like a…”

“Waste?” Treech supplied.

“Yeah. Like I died for nothing, because in the end it’ll be like no one truly made it out.”

“It’ll be as if everybody died in here. We’ll never be the same, not after…” he gestured around, “this, but if we get everything out of the time we have it’ll be… Not for nothing.”

Not worth it. Nothing could ever be worth the past few days, but maybe it wouldn’t be a complete waste. And if there was anything that scared Treech, it was for all these losses to end up being a waste. For them to be for nothing.

“We owe it to them.” Reaper stated, nodding towards the flag. “We cannot let it be for nothing.” Treech thought of Lamina, and her endless kindness and her golden heart and her scarily still face and the red painting the floor like wings on her back, and could only nod

[ugh-yoongi]

hiiii thank you so much for finally lifting my ban, ily <3 can i request jimin and wait from the prompt list you linked? ship of your choice. happy love day!

it's not finally lifted, just temporarily ✋

wait —

realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

pairing: jimin x reader (no pronouns used)

genre: college au, friends to ???

warnings: jimin is hungover. ambiguous relationship. jungkook is mentioned. he & jimin are int'l students in the us. vaguely inspired by a.m. by one direction. unedited because i'm lazy!

wc: 848

(still) taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡

The first time Jimin wakes up in your bed is an accident.

He hadn’t meant to stay over, but the two of you had decided to celebrate surviving finals the night before and no liquor store in your shit-tier college town sold soju, so you’d gone a little overboard once you got your hands on some. Two bottles each, green apple.

All things considered, Jimin feels surprisingly all right—not great, but at least he isn’t face-first in your toilet. Something sour still lingers in his mouth and he doesn’t trust the feeling in the hinges of his jaw, but he knows from experience that it’ll settle once he gets something in his stomach.

He’s still in his clothes from the night before. Jeans now loose around the hips and thighs from all his moving around, sweatshirt wrinkled to hell. All the jewelry he’d worn is now imprinted into his skin, red-pink indents around his neck, his wrists, his fingers. There’s roughly 10,000 kilometers separating them, but all Jimin can think about is how his mother would kill him if she saw him like this, all disheveled with drool crusting in the corners of his lips.

Thing is, he doesn’t know you all that well. You’d just spotted one another and decided to stick together because you were already friends with Jeongguk and there weren’t many people on this campus that spoke Korean. Jimin’s English is passable, had an older cousin teach him long before he came here, so he’s okay—he’s popular and charming and the girls all think his ear piercings are really hot—but Jeongguk always looks like he’s suffering. Goes by JK because he’s too embarrassed to correct them when people mispronounce his name and always sits in the back of his classes. Jimin isn’t sure if Jeongguk really talks to anyone aside from you and him and a handful of his teammates, but he likes Jeongguk so he’d figured you were alright, too.

So, yeah—he has to get out of here. He knows you as well as he can for only being four months into the semester, but you’re not at the hangover level of friendship. You’re not I’ll grab you a glass of water and hold back your hair as you puke into my toilet friends. The two of you have never even touched. Maybe on accident, but never purposely, so Jimin really needs to get out of here before he embarrasses himself—

“Jimin?” He swears, stubs his toe on the corner of your twin-sized dorm bed and swears again. Your voice is still thick with sleep when you say, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I wasn’t scared.”

“Okay,” you say, and Jimin appreciates that; appreciates that you let him get away with shit he’d probably press anyone else on. “Wha’ time is it?”

Jimin checks his phone. Winces at the screen protector that’s shattered to hell, and answers, “Just after eight. You should go back to sl—”

You sit up, strands of hair stuck to your face even though most of it’s tied in a knot at the top of your head. You blink a few times, orient yourself, and repeat, “Just after eight? And you’re leaving?”

There’s something in the way you say it. Like it’s unnatural or wrong or something very, very undesirable. And maybe on any other day, on a day he’s not running on four hours of sleep and has oily hair and rumpled clothes that smell like the cheap laundry detergent because it’s all he can afford, Jimin would question it, hesitate, linger in the doorway for longer than he should just to get you to actually ask him to stay, but he feels greasy and his stomach is roiling and he just wants to be back in his own space, that’s all.

So he says, “Yeah, sorry, you should really go back to sleep,” and shoves his bare feet into last night’s shoes, writes his socks off as a casualty of a night spent drinking, and tries to find something he can shove over his head so he doesn’t have to walk back to his building looking like this.

You hum. Seem to think it over before you sit up, the duvet pooling around your waist. Still in last night’s clothes, just like Jimin, but you look less green around the edges. Immune to hangovers, Jimin remembers you saying last night, right before you downed half a bottle in one go. “I feel like shit. Let’s get breakfast.”

He really, really shouldn’t. He’s still in last night’s clothes, smells as bad as he looks, and the diner just off campus is going to make his hangover worse. So he offers you a smile that looks more like a wince, grabs a beanie off your desk he’ll have to replace later, and says, “No, no, it’s okay. I really should go.”

Sighing, you reach out and grab his wrist. “Just… stay? Please?”

It’s the first time you’ve ever purposely touched him, and he suddenly can’t remember why he was so hell-bent on leaving.

[thaliaisalesbian]

i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 8: who used to be me

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Steve knows he went to bed with someone on either side of him, so waking up with no one there is a little concerning.

There’s a spike of panic before he recognizes Jonathan’s bedroom, with one of Nancy’s skirts hanging over a chair.

The kids—the kids are out.

They’re not in the Upside Down anymore.

He’s not in the Upside Down anymore.

“You awake, Steve?” Mrs. Byers sits next to him on the bed, feeling his forehead. “Oh, good, your fever’s much lower.”

“Good morning.” He tries to sit up, but it pulls something in his side and then he remembers the stitches.

“It’s almost two, sweetie. It’s not surprising, you were overwhelmed yesterday. You missed Irene’s visit, but she fixed up your stitches and changed your bandages. You won’t be off the IV for a few more days, though. And you'll have the catheter in until you can reliably stand on your own.” He winces despite himself when she mentions that. Steve really just wants to forget it's there. 

He hardly remembers waking up yesterday. Hopper was there for a lot of it. El, too. She’d read to him, one of those kids’ chapter books. He thinks if he remembered more of it, he’d know what book it was.

And then the kids. He’d seen them all, they’d had a fort? And then Nancy and Jonathan had made him come back to bed.

“I just need to check those again, and when Jonathan gets home from school, he can help you take a shower. I could help you now, if you’d prefer, or you could wait for Hopper. Whatever you want to do.” A shower sounds fantastic, but he’d rather take one alone.

The main problem is that he won’t be able to stand for that long. Not on his own.  It’ll hurt, and if they asked his nurse or whoever, they’d probably say no.

“I think I’ll wait for Jonathan.”

“That’s not a problem.” She props him up on different pillows—one smells a little like the shampoo Nancy uses, so he knows her lying down next to him wasn’t part of a dream or something—and hands him a glass of water.

“So, I’m thinking soup for lunch.” Mrs. Byers doesn’t need him to help keep up the conversation, which is good, because he doesn’t have much of anything to say right now. She talks about the kids’ fort and how they’d gotten to have a sleepover last night, how Hopper’s been talking to that Owens guy and he might have to go to the lab and have some tests run to make sure he’s okay.

She keeps talking the whole time it takes for him to drink the whole glass of water.

It’s half an hour, at least. It settles weirdly in his stomach, and he’s not sure if it’s from the remnants of the fever or if it’s everything else going in his head right now.

“Do you think you can move out to the living room? I can’t carry you, but you can lean on me.”

“Yeah, that’ll work.” It’s awkward, because he’s so much taller than she is, but it hurts less than walking alone does, and once he’s in the living room with evidence that the kids were there last night, safe and not dead, he’s able to relax a little more.

The fort is still set up, Will’s art supplies are out, and when he sits on the couch he can see El sleeping on a mattress on the floor.

“Is she…?”

“She’s just fine. You might not remember, but she tried drawing you out of your head yesterday. It tired her out a little, is all. She fell asleep not long before you woke up.”

“Okay.” Still, once Mrs. Byers has come back with the soup, El doesn’t sleep for long.

“You lied.” She looks at him.

“I didn’t lie, El.” On a technicality. “I never promised I would get out first, because I didn’t know what would happen.”

“You are not allowed to be alone now.”

“What?”

“Joyce and Hop said so.”

“El, we were talking about the next few weeks, until he heals up a little more.” Mrs. Byers interjects kindly. “Not ever again. I’m sure even Steve likes time to himself.”

Weeks? He’s not that bad off, he can even walk with help.

“I do, Mrs. Byers. It’d be kind of impossible for someone to be with me all the time anyway, kiddo. We all have school or work.” From the look on Mrs. Byers’ face, he’s going to be getting shit later for calling her ‘Mrs. Byers’, but she won’t say anything in front of El.

Hopefully.

El finally sits down, squishing against his non-bitten side. “You are not allowed to be alone. My rule.”

“El, you can’t go everywhere with me.”

“I will watch instead.”

“No. I love you, kid, but there are things I do that you don’t need to see and I know you can’t watch people for long.”

“It will be… practice.”

“Spying on me doesn’t count as practice.”

“Once a day?”

“No.”

“Every other day?”

“Still no.”

“Three times a week.”

“Nope.”

“Twice a week?” He shakes his head, tugging on her short hair a little. “Once a week?”

“Once a week will work, I guess. But only when I’m at school, and not after 2:30, okay?”

He usually has practice around then, and she doesn’t need to see the boys’ locker room.

If he’s allowed to practice again, that is. He wasn’t allowed to before all of this. His doctor had been very insistent upon it. And with all the new damage to his body… all the new scars… he’s not sure he’ll be able to handle being in a locker room again.

His mother would throw a fit if she could see him now. He's going to scar, that's for sure. And he's too skinny now for even her to think it looks pretty.

He wonders if she even knows that he was gone. He hasn’t asked Mrs. Byers yet; he’s a little scared of what the answer will be.

“Why?”

“I have practice that I have to change for, and after I have to change again. So nothing after 2:30, agreed?”

“Once a week, before two-three-oh.” She repeats, and he knows she’s just messing with him by the little grin on her face.

“You got it, Ellie.”

“No.” Her nose scrunches up and she shakes her head, like she can rid herself of the nickname that way. 

“Mom? Can I see Steve now?” Will’s backpack is half unzipped. and if he couldn’t see Jonathan right behind him he might be more worried about him losing all of his schoolwork. For a kid who typically keeps his things organized (or more organized than Steve had at his age, anyway), it’s a strange sight. “Steve!”

“Hey, buddy.” Will’s the one kid he hasn’t really spoken with much—certainly not as much as El, Dustin, and Max. He has a lot more common ground with Lucas, and even Mike, as annoying as he is. Will, though, is quieter, and while they talk when he’s over, it's not the same. Mike is the only other kid who doesn’t call him on the walkies whenever they need something, even if it’s just to talk after a nightmare.

It's because Mike and Will have Nancy and Jonathan, he knows. But he hopes they know they can call him. If they need to.

“You’re awake!”

“Yep, and almost fever-free.”

“You’re not allowed to do that again.” Will looks almost as serious as El had when she’d told him he wasn’t allowed to be alone. He doesn’t quite manage it; his worried face is almost identical to Jonathan’s.

Steve feels like maybe he shouldn’t know that. Or at least, he shouldn’t admit to knowing it. He can’t really remember the first time he realized he was noticing Jonathan, but the fact that it’s been long enough that he’s got his facial expression memorized?

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

Will pokes his shoulder lightly when he doesn’t answer. “I can’t make that promise, Will.”

“So you won’t make it to me, either?” Jonathan asks, and if it weren’t for El, his nearly-empty soup bowl would have spilled all over the carpet. Since when does Jonathan care about him putting himself in danger?

He's probably just saying it for the kids' sake.

Jonathan can’t mean it any other way, right?

(He doesn’t let himself think about the way Nancy and Jonathan had clearly shared a bed with him last night.)

“You know why I can’t.” Steve’s not going to say he’ll stop putting himself in danger when it really means he’s giving the kids time to run, get help, whatever.

“Jonathan,” Mrs. Byers says, maybe sensing that this is probably going to derail into an argument of everyone against him trying to get him to make a promise he knows he won’t be able to keep, “would you mind picking out a new set of clothes for Steve? He’s not quite steady enough on his feet for him to shower alone, so it was best to wait.”

“Of course, Mom.” He stops by the couch to give her a kiss on the cheek and ruffle El’s hair.

Steve tries to ignore the way his stomach sours when Jonathan doesn’t touch him at all. He knows what Jonathan thinks of him, he can’t let himself forget that.

“Will, El, please start taking the fort down.”

El looks like she’s going to remain stubbornly pressed against Steve’s side for a minute, but she does pull away without prompting to help Will.

“And you,” Mrs. Byers turns to him, trying to pull off stern but not quite hitting it with the way her lips turn up at the corners. “Call me Joyce. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that.”

“Maybe just once more, Mrs. Byers,” He says, just to be cheeky.

“Oh, you!” She laughs. “Jonathan, come get Steve! He thinks he’s funny.”

finish on ao3 or under the cut

Walking with Jonathan is easier than walking with Joyce, at least. They’re closer in height, and he’s not as worried he’s going to crush Jonathan.

Actually, he probably wouldn’t even crush El right now.

“I didn’t know if you’d want a t-shirt or a sweatshirt so I grabbed both.” Jonathan explains once they’re in the bathroom. “Do you just need me to stay in the room?”

He'd love to say no, but he doesn’t think he can.

Once he’s sat on the edge of the tub, Steve can feel his energy flagging. He’d been fine in the living room, and the walk wasn’t even as far as Jonathan’s bedroom, so he doesn’t know why he’s crashing.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“You can just go back to bed, man, you’ve gone grey.”

“No, we’re already in here.”

“You’re not taking a shower, then. Come on, arms up.” Jonathan somehow manages to strip him down to his boxers. 

“Hang on.” Jonathan steps outside the bathroom for a minute, or maybe it’s five. He can’t really tell right now.

“Mom says your stitches can’t get wet, but your ankles will be okay. We’ll just have to rewrap them.” Jonathan covers the bandages on his torso in plastic wrap and takes the ones on his ankles off altogether.

“And Nancy called, she stopped by your house to get you a few things.”

“Okay.” Steve lets Jonathan worry about the water temperature and soap and everything else. Even sitting up without a backrest is taking so much thought, because he has to worry about not popping a stitch.

He hadn’t had time to be this worried about his ankles in the Upside Down, and it’s weird to be thinking about his wounds constantly now.

“Nancy will be here soon, do you just want to sit under the water until she gets here? She mentioned washing your hair for you.” He nods, and Jonathan half-lifts, half-dumps him into the bathtub. He barely fits, but that’s okay, because if he wasn’t forced into sitting up he’s not sure he’d be able to right now.

When Joyce said Steve was awake, Nancy wasn’t expecting to find him nearly passed out in the bathtub. Jonathan’s sitting on the edge, holding a wet washcloth like he’s never seen one before.

“Boys.” She mutters under her breath, not really thinking about it. “You know he wouldn’t have cared, right?” What Steve might care about, though, is the catheter bag on his leg. Joyce and Hopper take care of it, mostly, but Irene had wanted them to learn, too.

“No, he did some of it. I think he just likes sitting under the running water, honestly. It’s probably the first time he’s been clean in weeks.”

She sets down the bag she packed up at Steve’s house; some of his clothes (but not too many, because she thinks she likes seeing him in Jonathan’s and that’s a thought for later), a blanket she knows he finds it hard to sleep without, and his hair products. Not all of them, she doesn’t think he uses them all every day anyway, but enough.

“Nance?” It’s quiet, almost slurred.

“Hey, Steve.” He hardly reacts as she cups water in her hands and carefully pours it over his head.

She should have grabbed a cup from the kitchen. She washes his hair for him carefully.

Nancy’s glad he's not up to conversation, really. She'd probably tell him something she's not ready to… or something he’s not ready to hear.

Tommy had asked about him today. He’d pulled her aside between second and third period, the only ones she doesn’t have time to meet with Jonathan between, and asked her why he’s gone.

She’d had to tell him she didn’t know, and she hadn’t been all that upset about the lie.

He hadn’t pushed.

She’s not sure she wants to tell Steve about that. Tommy might be a safe enough topic, right now.

But she doesn’t want to, not when he’s like this, half-asleep and pliable.

Looking at them like they could leave him to drown in here and that’d be okay.

Instead, she talks about the kids’ latest campaign—he pays more attention to them than he lets on, she knows, because she’s seen him at the school library looking up different terms and rules. He relaxes into her hands when she works the shampoo into his hair.

He’d let her do anything she wanted to, right now.

She wants him to look at her like that in much better situations than this one. 

Jonathan must have dug around in the cupboards, because he has a cup ready to rinse the shampoo out, and she could kiss him for it.

“Hi.” Steve looks up at them both, and with his hair wet like this, she can see the little scars from the plate on his head.

To avoid tracing over them with her fingers, she picks up the conditioner and squeezes it maybe a little too hard.

Jonathan doesn’t seem to have the same issue; when she looks at them again, he’s got one hand tilting Steve’s chin up, the fingertips of his other hand delicately finding the paths the scars take into his hairline and across his scalp.

If Steve were more with them, she might tell Jonathan to kiss him.

Nancy knows he wants to; they’ve talked about it. Before Steve heard exactly the wrong thing.

But not now.

Not when Steve’s eyes are so hazy she’s not sure he’ll remember this tomorrow.

Not when they haven’t talked to Steve yet, about any of this.

None of them speak as she rinses out the conditioner, when Jonathan pulls the stopper, when they get Steve changed into a pair of Jonathan’s pants and one of his own slightly-too-big sweatshirts, no t-shirt underneath.

(It’s one she knows fit him perfectly last year.)

They wait until they’ve got him back in bed to rewrap his ankles.

And if Steve grabs each of their wrists loosely—fingers trembling like even this is too much for him to handle—when they try to leave, they don’t have to tell anyone that’s the reason they stay.

They don’t have to tell anyone they weren’t really going to leave anyway.

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[boldlyvoid]

Little Miss Sunshine part 3

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | Masterlist

Summary: milestones, anxiety and incoming changes

Warnings: implied sexual interactions, food tw, steves anxiety, background ronance

Word Count: 3.6k

Eddie is so used to talking to himself that talking to Stacy about anything and everything during the night is super easy. 

He whispers so Steve will keep sleeping but most of the time, he’s talking. He mostly narrates their time together, when making her bottles or changing her diaper, picking an outfit or even chilling in bed when she can’t sleep. She listens really well, too, often following along with incoherent babbles or moving her mouth to copy the shapes he made, wishing she would talk too. 

After 8 months of talking to her, she finally speaks back with more than just coos and sounds.

“Dadadada,” she says while flapping her arm, reaching out for Steve and patting his back. 

“Yeah, that is dada,” Eddie lights right up, he picks her up and moves her to his lap so she won’t wake Steve up by accident, but he was starting to be able to sleep through anything with the two of them always talking. 

They haven’t really considered how hard it’ll be for her to have two dads and how weird it’ll be referring to both of them as dad, it’ll probably get all confused at some point… and papa was definitely not an option given everything El went through. So that left Eddie with Daddy if Steve was going to be Dada…

“Can you say my name? Say, daddy?” He asks, bunching her lightly, her feet resting on his thighs and helping push herself up more. Jumping with joy much more than she was just bouncing. 

“Dadada,” she says the few syllables again, smiling away. 

“Close enough,” he pulls her in for a sweet hug, kissing her chubby cheeks a few times and then he lets her sit back between the two of them… big mistake. 

Steve is laying with his back to them, on his side, facing away and she hates that. Stacy grabs his arm and pulls herself up to her feet quickly, “dadadada,” she chants while smacking his arm and trying to get his attention. 

“Hey, no,” Eddie reaches for her again but she was successful in waking her dad up. 

He’s groggy as all hell but rolls over with a smile, “g’morning sweetheart,” he wraps her up in a hug and snuggles her up real tight. “Since when did you get big enough to call me dada?” 

“She just started saying it,” Eddie smiles too, so in love with his little family. “I really thought she’d call you mom first…” he teases, trying to make Steve laugh because his morning giggles are the best. 

“You have longer hair, don’t you think she’d call you mama first?” Steve combats, leaning over with his lips pursed, wanting a kiss. 

So Eddie leans in, he gives him a kiss just in time for Stacy to grab his hair by the fistful and babble, “mamamamama,” she repeats the sound, making Steve laugh his ass off. 

“It’s cause you told her to!” Eddie can’t help but laugh too. “Sweetheart, I’m not mama, I’m daddy… thats dada,” he points to Steve. “And I’m daddy,” he points to himself. 

“What if I want to be daddy?” Steve teases, always trying to bug Eddie. 

“When she’s old enough to understand she can call you whatever she wants… as long as she never calls me Eddie I’ll be fine,” he admits. 

They both called their dads by their first names, Dick Harrington was indeed a dick and Eddie’s dad was just as bad, only his name was Frank. They hated them, they weren’t worthy of being called dad… Eddie’s biggest fear is one day she’ll hate him and call him Edward or Ed and break his heart. 

“No, you’d never do that,” Steve bounces her too, “right? You love daddy, tell him, say I love you daddy.” 

She doesn’t, she can’t yet. But it’s okay, he gives her a kiss on the cheek and a smile, “one day you’ll say it, baby girl, and I’m going to cry. You’re gonna make me cry, aren’t you?” 

“And me too,” Steve assures him. “The only reason I’m not crying right now is because she’s so darn cute… every other milestone, however, I’m going to be a mess.” 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Eddie leans in and steals another kiss from him. “You sleep okay? I’m sorry we woke you…” 

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it,” Steve waves it off. “How long have you been home?” 

“An hour and a bit, nothing major,” he sighs, resting against the headboard. “I did a lot of lifting tonight, my arms are killing me…” 

“What did they have you doing?” Steve asks, sitting up beside him with Stacy back between them, playing with one of her stuffed animals. 

This is how they spend most of their mornings before Steve gets ready for work and after Eddie gets home from his job. He worked most nights, from 10pm to 6am at the factory in town, loading trucks with orders or working the machines to finish the order before it can be loaded. Basic shit, basic pay, and he didn’t miss a lot of time with his family. It was the best job he could get, so it’s pretty good. 

The video store doesn’t open until 10am, so he gets to spend most of his morning with them, only going to sleep once they’ve left. But even then, they’re still in his dreams most of the time so he can’t find a way to miss them too much. 

—

Steve takes her to work some days, and most days when Joyce had to take one of her own kids to do something. Today was one of those days, El wanted a haircut and Will needed new pants because he won’t stop growing, so they’re taking a day trip into the city for shopping with Max and Lucas joining them as well. 

She let Steve know yesterday, it was last minute but he didn’t mind, he simply asked her to look out for any good deals on summer stuff for Stacy cause maybe they’ll take a trip on Eddie’s next day off… only Joyce heard that as an opportunity to spoil her granddaughter. 

He brings her pack-n-play to work, her diaper bag, and some snacks alongside her regular bottle feedings. She naps in the back room around noon, she has lunch with him and they pack up to head home at 6 for dinner with daddy… and he can’t forget aunt Robin or Nancy, who is basically living with them this summer too. 

Much to his surprise, however, he gets home to a wonderful smell and the girls in the kitchen making a big dinner. “There she is!” Nancy cheers, reaching out for Stacy who reaches back for her. 

“Wow, thanks,” Steve hands her over with a fake look of hurt. “What am I, chop liver?” 

“Uh-huh,” she pretends to care, holding Stacy close to her chest, supporting her with one arm and holding one of Stacy's hands with her free one. “you’re the best thing Steve Harrington’s ever made, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” She bounces her each time, making her laugh as she feels the sensation of dropping. 

“She really is,” Steve can’t disagree there. “so… what’s for dinner?” 

“I’m not too sure, Robin and Eddie have been just throwing whatever you had in the cupboard together… smells good though,” she explains with a shrug, leading him into the kitchen. 

“Oh no,” he isn’t excited to see the mess that it entails… but he follows anyway. 

“Steve,” Robin light up when she sees him at the same time Eddie swoons, “sweetheart, you’re home!” 

“Are you talking to me or her?” Steve points at Stacy, laughing already, thinking it was funny. He walks right over to Eddie and plants a kiss on his cheek. 

Eddie’s stirring a pot of homemade… pasta? He’s not too sure, but there’s a red sauce and ground beef in one pot and elbow macaroni going in the other. 

“I was talking to you,” Eddie turns to him and steals a real kiss. “How was it?” 

“Good, she got a lot of work done, might ask Keith to make her employee of the month,” Steve teases, knowing Robin has the day off and can’t say she worked hard too. 

“Hey,” she is offended, just like he intended. “I’m right here… “

“And?” He smirks, getting a dish towel thrown at his face in return. He laughs as he takes it off his face and holds it instead. “So what is this?” 

“Goulash,” Eddie explains, “it’s a big one-pot pasta soup, Wayne used to make it all the time.”

“Is that… corn?” Steve points, not meaning to be so judgemental but he’s never had this before. 

“Yep, the bag was right beside the beef in the freezer, so… don’t worry, it’s yummy,” Eddie assures him. “And I cooked the pasta separately so that Stacy can have some noodles tonight…” 

“Oh yeah, she’s going to love them,” Steve assures him. “And give her a bit of sauce, she loved the lasagna we need a few weeks ago.” 

They were a pasta family. It was quick, the ingredients were cheap, it was delicious and most of all, they both knew how to make a variety of different dishes thanks to growing up alone. Steve loved just pasta with butter and cheese as a kid, and Eddie was more into one-pot meals like goulash and hamburger helper… they had the latter almost once a week. 

Sure enough, they get Stacy situated in her high chair, wearing nothing but a bib and her diaper in preparation for the mess she was going to make. They push her high chair right up to the table, the 4 of them gathered around her, all sharing stories from their day while they eat. 

It’s not a sight any of them ever expected to see… at least not like this. Steve dreamed about having a baby with Nancy back when they were together, having no idea that she was just a stepping stone in his story, which would always include her and later that same little baby he dreamed of. Robin and Eddie both never imagined being friends with Steve Harrington, much less Eddie being essentially married to him and robin finding a soulmate of sorts in him too. 

Life worked the best this way. Nancy and Robin are so happy together, just like Steve and Eddie, if not more so… he thought he made Robin laugh and smile pretty hard before, but since she’s started dating Nancy, she practically glows. 

Love looks really good on her. 

She’d say the exact same thing about Steve. 

The way his chair is so close to Eddie’s, how he leans into him when he laughs and stares at him with heart eyes when he speaks. Steve could have no idea what Eddie’s saying, but he still looks at him like he hung the fucking moon and all the stars in the sky every night. 

Nancy and Robin offer to clean up the kitchen while the two dads get their little girl ready for bed. All 4 of them give her a little kiss on the head before she goes to sleep, she was quickly becoming the most loved baby in Hawkins.

Steve closes the bedroom door at 8:30, after watching her sleep for 5 minutes to make sure she’s completely asleep. Eddie left the moment she was back in her crib, having to get ready for work. While his shift didn’t start till 10, he had to be out of the house by 9:20 in order to make it there in time. He hated it. 

Steve passes Robin and Nancy in the living room, all snuggled up together on the loveseat, flicking through the channels for something to watch. They don’t even notice him run right down the stairs, through the kitchen and down to the basement, they’re too wrapped up in each other. 

When he gets down there, Eddie is sitting on the edge of his bed, flipping through a magazine with his work clothes laying on the end of his bed. “Why aren’t you getting dressed?” 

Eddie looks up at him with a smirk, “the last few nights I’ve gotten ready just for you to take me back out of my clothes…” 

Steve blushes, 'cause yeah, he has done that. But it’s summer, the horniest season for Steve. Something about the sun being out and his friends being around made him happy, and when he was happy he wanted nothing more than to share that happiness. 

“Do you want me to blow you before work or not?” Steve crosses his arms, trying to be stern but his smile gives him away. 

“Duh,” Eddie would never say no to him. He walks over, closing the space between them and colliding his lips with Steve’s, making the next 10 minutes count.

—

They come back upstairs laughing together over something stupid, Eddie’s fully dressed for work and Steve’s hair is a fucking mess. Steve hands him his lunch box full of snacks for the night and starts to walk him to the front door, having to cut through the living room past Nancy and Robin to do so. 

Only Stacy is with them now, as well. 

Nancy has her cuddles into the crook of her neck, rubbing Stacy’s back while she shushes her. “Look who’s back…” 

“What happened?” Steve goes right back into dad mode, “why is she up?” 

“She started crying a few minutes ago but you were busy…” Robin looks like she wants to turn inside out, meaning she probably went to the basement door to call for Steve and heard something she never wanted to. 

“I’m so sorry,” Steve turns bright red, “oh my god, I’m—

“It’s fine,” Nancy laughs, “just… go wash your hands before you take her, I’ve got her for now.” 

Eddie pulls Steve over and wraps him up in a hug, kissing the side of his head, “I’ve gotta go, I love you, call the front desk if you need me…” 

Steve turns to him and lets out a deep sigh, embarrassed as hell, but he softens when he sees eddies cute face. “I love you too,” he leans in and steals a real kiss and then Eddie’s off to work. The house kinda shakes as he slams the door behind himself, running out the door because they took a bit longer than 10 minutes in the basement. 

Steve excuses himself and heads up to the bathroom, he leaves Stacy with Nance cause she had fallen asleep again on her shoulder. By the time he gets back downstairs, Robin has cuddled up on Nancy’s other shoulder, soaking in the baby cuddles as long as she could. 

He takes a seat next to them, noticing they’re watching a new episode of Full House, it makes him laugh. “Do you guys not get enough of a laugh watching me and Eddie struggle with one baby?” 

“You don’t struggle,” Nancy says, her voice is so soft and genuine. “you’re so much better than the Danny Tanner.” 

“Thank you,” he takes the compliment to heart. “And you two are worlds above uncle Jessie and the other one…”

They both laugh but not too hard, they don’t want to wake Stacy at all. Robin places her hand over Nancy’s on the baby’s back and smiles, “I’m gonna miss her so much in the fall.” 

“You’re still going to come home all the time, right?” Steve’s heart breaks a bit when he thinks about it. 

“Of course,” it’s really a no-brainer. “Still, for a few years it’ll just be the summers, Christmas and spring break that brings me home but… maybe we’ll settle back here when we get jobs?” 

“Eventually,” Nancy agrees. “Even if we move to Indianapolis, they have lots of jobs for us.” 

“Working in a city school is going to be weird,” Robin already dreads it. “But they’re going to need a good music teacher.” 

“You’re going to be the best teacher,” Steve reaffirms, he’s been so excited for her for these last few months since she got into college, it’s only just recently hit him that their time was running out. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do without you.” 

“You’ll be okay,” robin is sure of it, but Steve isn’t. 

“I hope…"

—

Steve doesn’t sleep at all that night. He lays in bed, closes his eyes and stays in the middle ground between being awake and being asleep, stressing out about when Robin is gone. Part of it is because he’s going to miss her like missing a limb, but also because he knows they’re not going to be able to afford the house once she’s gone. 

He finally sits up and accepts that he’s not sleeping much tonight, he checks his watch to see that it's 5:36 and Eddie gets off work in 24 minutes. He’ll be home by a quarter after 6 and Stacy should be waking up in a few minutes too unless that hour she spent in the living room before bedtime catches up to her. Either way, he only has a few more minutes of solitude left and he’s so grateful. 

The only thoughts in his head right now are anxious, there’s a nervous cloud floating around his head keeping him stuck in the fog. If he can’t afford the house then he should sell it… it's not like he likes the house, it’s just a place he grew up and none of those memories really mean anything to him anymore. Stacy is too little to really remember this place if they left, anyway, if they moved she could create memories in a house that was never tainted by the Harrington's misery. 

And he knows this place is worth a lot. He doesn’t have a mortgage. Only his name is on the deed. All the money from selling would go right into his pocket… he could make at least $300,000 for this place, it’s huge, it’s nice and there is a pool. Surely someone will buy it from him and then he could get a nice place on Dustin's street, or maybe even Nancy’s, there was an abundance of places for sale still in the wake of the earthquake.

He slips out of the room around 6, taking the baby monitor with him this time so that he hears Stacy when she cries this time. He puts on some coffee and sits at the kitchen table alone while it percolates, filling the silence he’s surrounded by before his lover returns. 

He stands up as soon as he hears eddies keys enter the lock and switches over. He pushes the door open and steps inside with a sigh, trying to be quiet, not knowing Steve is already awake and walking over to him. 

“Hey?” He questions as soon as he sees him, “why are you up?” 

“Bad night,” he explains, stepping into eddies space and wrapping him up in a hug. 

Eddie barely has the time to drop his lunchbox, standing taller than Steve when he’s in his work boots, it’s strange how small he feels wrapping himself around Eddie’s middle with his cheek pressed to his chest. Eddie soothes one of his large hands down his back, “oh, sweetheart?” 

“It’s okay,” he pulls away and takes the lunchbox from Eddie's other hand, placing it on the bench by the door so Eddie can hug him properly. 

And sure enough, as soon as their hands are empty, Eddie embraces him and smothers his cheek and neck in kisses. “I love you, I’m sorry you had a hard night.” 

“It’s okay,” he says again even though it really wasn’t. His anxiety was affecting his sleep again, they thought it was gone, he was so happy for so long but it looks like he was still the same old messed up Steve he’s always been. 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Eddie asks just as Steve starts to pull away again. 

He nods, “yeah, come get some coffee… do you want breakfast?” 

“If you’re up for it?” He’d never turn down Steve’s cooking, “and you’ve gotta have some too.” 

Steve manages to smile, “I will, come on.” 

He drags him into the kitchen and plops him down in a seat at the counter island, “so… uh, I think I want to move?” 

“Where?” Eddie immediately worries, reaching for Steve’s hand before he can walk too far away. 

“Here,” Steve laughs, “like over on cherry or maple, hell, I might even stay on Cornwallis— I just know that once Robin moves to Chicago either we're going to have to pick up another job each or sell this place to stay afloat.” 

“I thought you were going to say you were going with them,” Eddie admits, relieved doesn’t even cover how he feels right now. “But I like this plan, we could make a killing on this place and then live off it for a while.” 

“The deed said it’s estimated at $300,000 right now but that was before we did all the painting last summer, so who knows the appraisal could go up.” 

“Holy fuck,” Eddie can’t believe it. “Thats so much money?” 

Steve nods, “so we can get a nice house and use the rest to give Stacy the best life possible.” 

“I’m down for whatever you want to do, babe, I support you,” Eddie affirms, still holding Steve’s hand he caresses it with his thumb. “It would be nice to make some place ours… like really ours.” 

“I wonder if Joyce liked her Realtor form when they moved to California,” Steve wonders, beaming with hope again. He really just needed to talk it over with Eddie, like most things, Eddie just made things easier. 

He understood life a lot better with Eddie by his side. 

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