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vanfleeter · 1 year ago

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Doesn't Stay In Vegas (6) // JTK

Characters: Jake x Catie (oc) Warnings: Little bit of smut (minors you know the rules), angst, mentions of pregnancy.

Jake paces back and forth in the waiting room as he chews on his thumb nail. He can’t handle being stuck out here while she’s back there going through God knows what alone. He’s itching for any news on her but they won’t give it to him, claiming he isn’t family. Then he realizes she hasn’t updated her emergency contacts. Who are her emergency contacts?

“Kiszka?” A nurse calls out.

“Jake, there you are..” He hears Josh as him and the rest of his family file into the waiting room.

“I-I’ll be back.” He says as he goes over to the nurse.

She gives him a small smile. “Your wife is doing just fine,” She says. “Classic case of appendicitis.” Jake exhales in relief, unaware that he had been holding his breath. “They’ll have her out soon and once she’s in her own room, I’ll be back to come find you.”

Jake nods his head. “Thank you.”

She smiles and pats his arm. “You can relax now.”

He goes back over to his family and exhales another deep breath. “Well I apologize that you all came here.” He nervously chuckles. “She’s going to be okay, just her appendix.”

“Oh thank god…” Josh sighs. “You had me in frenzy.” He smiles at Jake. “But I am glad that she’s okay.”

“Alright well,” Sam claps his hands. “Is anyone hungry? Because I’m starving. I came straight here without eating anything.”

Kelly chuckles. “Let’s go find something.” He says before leading the way to the cafeteria. –

A couple hours had passed and with the news that Catie will be okay, everyone departed ways and leaving their well wishes with Jake as he headed back to Catie’s room.

Slowly entering her room, he quietly walks over to the bed where she lies still out cold from the anesthesia. Pulling a chair over, he sits down and immediately reaches for her hand. She gives it a light squeeze as he eyes slowly flutter open. A smile spreads across her face and he returns it.

“I figured you’d be out for a little while longer.” He says.

“This anesthesia can’t me out for long.” She says. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to see my beautiful husband.”

Doesn’t matter how many times he’ll hear her say the word ‘husband’, it still makes his stomach flutter with butterflies. He leans over and gives her a kiss before leaning back in his chair. “Everyone was here,” He says. “I kind of freaked out which in turn made Josh freak out and then they all showed up.”

“For a silly appendix removal?” She giggles.

“In our defense, no one knew what was happening.” He chuckles. “I couldn’t even get any information because I wasn’t family..”

“Oh god..” Catie sighs. “I have to update my contacts, I’m sorry..”

“Hey, it’s okay, one of the nurses filled me in eventually.” He says as he sits back up in the chair.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” She sighs. “It just came out of nowhere.”

“Don’t apologize, these things happen. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He pulls her hand up to his lips and gives it a gentle kiss. “I don’t exactly remember the vows we said but I’m sure it was the traditional ones,” He says. “I’ll always be beside you, in sickness and health.”

“Well maybe this time around, you will remember your vows.” She smiles.

“Of course I will.” He says. “There’s no doubt about it.” ..

Two Months Later

Catie groans as she shoves the blankets off of her body. Summer really amped up the heat and she can’t stand it anymore. Turning over in bed, Jake looks over at her with sleepy eyes. “What is happening?” He asks.

“I can’t stand this heat!” She complains.

“I told you the guy can’t be until Friday to fix the AC.”

“Can’t you bribe him to come sooner?”

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. “I already tried.” Catie groans and rests her arms above her head. Jake leans over and presses a soft kiss to her cheek. “Let me go find another fan.” He says before pushing himself out of bed and leaving the room.

Morning eventually came, a lot quicker than Jake had wanted. Walking into the office headquarters, he slumps down in the spinny chair and pushes his sunglasses onto his face. “Good lord you look awful,” Josh chuckles. “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

Jake shakes his head. “The AC quit working a few days ago and the soonest that the guy can get in to fix it isn’t until Friday so it feels like we’ve been living in hell. Even with all of the windows open, there’s still not enough of a breeze that flows through. Catie can’t sleep, which tends to keep me awake, plus I’ve been deprived of sex because she refuses to let me touch her in this heat.”

Josh’s face scrunches up and he holds up his hands. “I did not need to know that last part… But if you two need a place to stay so you don’t die of heat exhaustion, my door’s always open. Though I ask, if you do happen to do the deed, I beg of you to please give me a heads up so I can wear headphones.”

Jake scoffs as a smile spreads across his face. “Thanks for the offer but I think we can survive two more days.”

Josh shrugs his shoulders. “Fine then, suffer not being able to fuck your wife for another forty-eight hours.” He says right as Danny walks into the room.

“I don’t even want to know what you two were talking about,” He says as he plops down into one of the chairs opposite of the twins. “How’s Catie doing? Healing going well?”

Jake nods his head. “She’s in the clear to resume her normal activities.”

“Good to hear.”

Stepping out of the conference room, Jake pulls out his phone to see a text from Catie. “Call me as soon as you see this.” Pressing the call button beside her contact he presses the phone to his ear and waits for her to answer.

“Good afternoon,” She says rather cheerfully. “I’ll have you know that I did a thing, a good thing, I hope.”

“You hope?” He says. “What thing did you do?”

“Got us a hotel room.” She says. “I know, I know. I should’ve asked first but Jake, I swear if I have to spend one more night in Hades’ palace, I’m gonna lose it.”

He chuckles. “Well, I’m about to leave so–”

“I will have bags packed and ready to go.”

“Alright, then I will be home in twenty minutes.” ..

He watches as she sprawls out on the bed in the hotel room and sighs in content. “Cool air, feels so good.” He drops their bags on the floor by the door and slips off his shoes before climbing onto the bed beside her.

“You know what else feels good?” He says as he turns his head to the side to look at her.

“A dip in the pool?” She counters, a smirk appearing on her face.

“A dip in the–No.” He sits up. “I’ve been deprived for a week,” He says watching her as a smile slowly spreads across her face. “Oh you find this amusing.” He pushes off the bed and stands to his feet as he places his hands on his hips. “Come here..” He says beckoning her come to him with the bend of his index finger. Sliding off the bed, Catie walks over to Jake where he pulls her into him. His pelvis matching hers. She can feel him growing hard beneath his jeans. “I’ve been patient but I can’t stand this any longer.”

Catie giggles and reaches up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “You and me will not leave that bed for the next forty eight hours unless it is absolutely necessary.”

“Good plan,” He says before pulling away from her. “Now strip.”

She does as she told, first pulling off her shirt exposing her breasts. She never intended on wearing a bra and he was just fine with that. Next to come off was her leggings. No under garments at all. He licks his lips at the sight of her as palms himself through his jeans.

“Now you know the rule, Jacob.” She says as walks up to him. “You strip too.”

He pulls off his shirt off and throws it on the ground. Reaching for his belt, he undoes the buckle and loosens the belt some before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. He watches her eye movement as she watches his hands make work on taking his clothes off. He pushes his jeans down his legs and pulling his boxers with them. His cock springs free and he steps out of the legs of his jeans. He reaches for her and pulls her in for a kiss. A gentle one at first until he slides his tongue inside and tightens his hands around her hips. He picks her up and lays her down on the bed.

He pulls away from her to catch his breath. She reaches up to the side of his face and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“I want to make love to you,” He says. “I don’t want to fuck you and be done with it. I want to take my time, make up for not loving you all week. I want those sweet moments we shared together while you were still healing.” He rocks his hips against her and leans down to kiss her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Slowly he eases himself inside until he’s fully nestled within her. Once he knows she’s comfortable, he draws himself out before pushing back inside. He stays true to his word and takes his time as he sets a steady pace. His arms rest on other side of her head, his fingers laced within her hair. He feels her hands spread out across his back.

The slow movements, the soft and graceful touches, the butterfly kisses, it all brings them to their climaxes together. Carefully he pulls out of her and rests his head on her chest. He held onto her, listening to every beat of her heart, trying to memorize what it sounds like. Without her coming on tour, her unable to get time off, he wants to back in everything. This whole week of not being able to touch her, to feel her, to hold her, it’s been pure torture. And to not have her by his side every day for the next six months might as well just throw him to the deepest pits of hell. She promised to come out and visit as much as she can and he’s holding onto the every word of that promise.

He feels her tap his forehead and he tilts his head back to look at her. “What are you thinking in the pretty head of yours?” She asks.

He sighs and cuddles more into her body. “How much I’m gonna miss you while we’re on tour.” He says.

“You know I’ll come out to visit.”

“Can’t you just quit your job and travel with us? Like you did last time.”

“I wish I could.” She sighs. “But last time my job was flexible and now with this promotion, I can’t take a lot of time off.”

Jake pulls away from her and sits up on the bed. “I know but–”

“But nothing, Jake.. We already discussed this.”

“And we also discussed you quitting your job.”

“Jake, you know I’ve worked my ass off to get to where I am. You’re asking me to give up everything that I’ve ever worked for just to go on fucking tour with you!”

“I just thought as husband and wife, we could travel the world together–I’d get to show you all of my favorite places and we’d make all these memories and dammit, a little bit of your support would be nice.”

“My support?! You have my support but where’s the support for me?!” Catie scoffs and climbs off the bed and starts gathering her clothes to put back on.

“Where are you going?” He says as he watches her grab her phone and purse.

“Away from you.”

“No, baby wait.” He says as he climbs off the bed and grabs her wrist.

“Let go of me, Jacob..” She says through clenched teeth as he yanks her arm away. “Until you realize that support goes both ways, I want you nowhere near me.” ..

Hearing the doorbell ring, Josh springs up from the couch and goes over to the door. “Well isn’t this a lovely surprise.” He beams when he sees Catie but his smile falters when he sees her state or emotion. “Uh oh..” He ushers her inside. “What happened?”

“Your brother is being a selfish prick..” She says as she dumps her keys and purse on the entry table.

“About what?”

“He wants me to give up my job to go on tour with you guys and asking for my support as if I don’t already do that! But what about me? Huh? Where’s my support from him?!”

He sees tears forming in her eyes and he immediately rushes over to her. “Hey hey woah.” He wraps his arms around her. “Listen, it’s gonna be okay. He’s just really stressed out about this whole tour and–”

“Are you defending him?!” She pulls away from Josh and wipes her eyes.

“No, no.. I’m not, I just think you should see his side of this is all..”

“You are defending him!”

“No, Catie..” Josh sighs and rubs his face. “That’s not–”

“Should’ve known better than to go to his twin brother..”

“Oh come on now, Catie..” He says as she grabs her purse and keys. “Hey stop, don’t run off.” He grabs her hand and pulls her back. “Support goes both ways, I agree and–”

Catie holds up her index finger up to him. “Where’s your bathroom?” She says.

“Right there.” Josh says pointing behind him. “Why?”

“I think I’m gonna be sick..”

He rushes after her to the bathroom and quickly ties her hair back as she heaves everything into the toilet bowl. The doorbell rings and Josh pokes his head out of the bathroom. “Be right there!” He calls before running over to the door. Throwing it open he finds Jake standing there. “Oh perfect timing.” Josh drags him inside and to the bathroom.

“Oh shit..” Jake reaches for one of the small cups on the counter and fills it water.

“She was fine one minute–well more like angry–and then this happened..” Josh explains.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” Jake says as he hands the water to Catie. She shakes her head and leans back against the wall.

“I’ve been feeling so weird all week.. My hormones have been all out of whack..”

“I’ll say.” Josh says as he folds his arms over his chest.

Catie glares at him and he hold his hand out towards her. “See what I mean? I say something wrong, apparently, and she looks like she wants to kill me.”

Jake sighs and rolls his eyes. “Let’s get you up and try to get something in your system.”

“I can’t think of food right now.”

“Babe, you need to eat something.” He says as he helps her stand up.

“I just threw up, you think eating is good idea right now?”

“I don’t want you passing out.”

“Oh so it’s still only about what you want.”

“No, I–”

“Gosh, Jake. Not everything is about you.” She shoves him away and leaves the bathroom.

“Wha–” He sighs and drops his hands to his sides. He looks over at Josh who has an odd look on his face. “What are you thinking?” Josh holds up a finger as he opens his mouth to say something but then closes it. “Josh..”

“I’m slowly putting the pieces together..”

“What pieces?”

“Just stay here, don’t leave, I’ll be right back.” Josh says before heading for the front door.

“No, what? Josh!” Jake calls after him.

“I’ll be right back!” ..

Twenty minutes go by, but felt like forever with Catie still pissed at him. Finally Josh shows back up and steps into the living room with a drugstore bag in his hand. Jake watches in confusion as his twin approaches Catie and holds the bag out to her. “What is this?”

“The answer to our questions.” He says.

Catie reaches into the bag and pulls out a box of a pregnancy test. “Oh you’re not serious..”

“You think she’s pregnant?” Jake asks from the other side of the couch.

“I’m not pregnant, Josh.”

“Well there’s only one way to find out.” He says as he pulls her off the couch and directs her towards the bathroom.

“You can’t actually think she’s pregnant.” Jake says as Josh flops down on the couch.

“I just saw her switch from pissed to crying and then back to pissed in under thirty seconds plus she also said her hormones were out of whack.” Jake leans back in the couch and runs his hands through his hair. “Bad timing?”

“You think? What the hell are we gonna do?”

“We’ll figure it out.” Josh says as he pats Jake’s arm.

Catie steps back into the living room a few minutes later holding the pregnancy test in her hand. She flicks the pregnancy at Jake, hitting him in the side of the head. “Ow!”

“This is all your fault!” She says.

“Well, last I recall it does take two people to, you know..”

“Shut up Joshua!” She snaps.

“Okay…” He says leaning back into the couch and crossing his legs in front of him.

“How is this my fault?” Jake says as he stands up from the couch. “You’re in this too!”

“Don’t you dare fucking yell at me.”

“You’re yelling at me!” Jake shouts. “Did you really think I wanted this?!”

Catie’s features soften as her shoulders drop. “You don’t want this baby?”

“N–” Jake sighs and drops back down to the couch. “Of course I want this baby, but right now? We’re supposed to go on tour and–fuck, the timing of it all..” He tosses the plastic stick onto the coffee table and buries his head into his hands.

Catie takes in a deep breath. “I need air..” She says before walking out of the room.

Josh leans forward on his knees. “Want a beer?” He asks. Jake slowly turns his head to look at Josh. “Maybe later then?"

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timeoverload · 8 months ago

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Today was a pretty easy day for me. I had 29 cases but it wasn't as stressful because they weren't moving too fast. Nothing bad happened except I still haven't found that muscle hook. Hopefully it turns up tomorrow. I was happy that I got to eat breakfast and lunch and it wasn't terrible.

I did get very angry with the morning team lead earlier. He started telling me how he feels about trans people and I do not agree with his opinions. I told him I didn't want to have a debate about it but he wouldn't stop so I sort of blew up on him. He was telling me that he thinks trans people are mentally ill and he refuses to treat them with respect because he doesn't believe in that. He's always preaching about God and going to church every Sunday but obviously it hasn't taught him how to be a compassionate person. I remember a verse from the bible that says, "Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself." I think he needs to read the book again. I believe if God exists then they created trans people and Jesus loves everyone. They have always existed and it's not a trend. He tried to argue that they are just "seeking attention" but I don't believe that's the case. I think all humans can be attention seeking and that's just the way we are. He needs to stop hating people just because he doesn't understand them. He said that we will have to agree to disagree and I was so mad that I had to leave the room. I also don't think that was an appropriate conversation to be having at work period. I don't want to be forced to be around a transphobic asshole. I barely said a word to him the rest of the day. He says so many horrible things and thinks it's funny. I don't think he realizes how mean he is. He was talking about one of the surgical techs and couldn't remember her name so he referred to her as "the ugly bridge troll". He makes so many disrespectful comments about women. He told me he would leave his fiancée if she didn't shave her legs and I think that's shallow as fuck. He believes a man should make all of the decisions in a relationship and I don't agree with him. He is just so rude and has the biggest ego. He's always pissed about something. I know I have been complaining about him a lot but I am forced to spend hours of my life working with him by myself. I hate coming in to work in the morning now. I think maybe karma is starting to catch up with him because he has been having a lot of bad things happen to him. He has been having a health issue and may need to go on leave. I don't want anything bad to happen to him just because I don't like him but it would be nice to not be around him for a while. He said he is going to come back to work the next day after his procedure because he "lives to work". He's crazy and irresponsible. He also spends at least half of his day talking instead of working anyway. I already know his doctor isn't going to let him do that. He thinks it's fine for him to come in to work anyway and is expecting everyone else to wait on him and bring him stuff to do while he sits. I'm not doing that and that's a bad idea for so many reasons. I really need to stop talking about him but I have been bottling it up and he has been driving me bonkers. I am going to try to stay away from him as much as possible. I'm sorry for going on a rant.

Anyway, there was an add-on at 4:15 and that didn't get done until 4:45. I didn't leave on time because it took me a while to get everything cleaned up but it's ok. I'm so glad I'm home and that it's almost the weekend. I am feeling strange right now. I think I might be getting sick but I can't tell. I have a sore throat but it's not that bad so maybe I will feel better in the morning. I am very tired and achy though. I'm sorry I haven't been on here as much. It's hard to use my phone at work and when I get home I am so sleepy. I am probably going to order a new phone on Friday. I have fallen asleep several times lately with the light on and my keyboard in my lap. I think I need to go eat something really quick and get ready for bed. I need to relax because I have 32 cases tomorrow and it might be a rough day but I hope it isn't. I don't like Thursdays very much but I will try my best to make it a good day.

I hope everyone else has a wonderful day tomorrow!!! Thank you for listening to me vent because that means a lot to me. Talking about stuff usually helps me feel better. I love you all!!! :) 💖💖💖

#personal

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pwblogarchive · 3 months ago

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May 2004

May 5, 2004

“nothing more terrifying than watching two vicious dogs duke it out”

i went to a website called jobpredictor.com and got this:

joseph mark trohman, Your ideal job is a Fluffy Bunny Trainer.

im ok with that.

May 6, 2004

Found myself at the armor/midtown show, if you weren't there you missed out. Found myself out in front of your house listening to the biggest record of this summer in my headphones. God I wish I was inside laughiing with you.

Its funny how some bands never let you down, it's funny how some girls always do.

May 7, 2004

“we're spinning out but all I can think of is you…”

We wrote a song yesterday about our van accident and all. Tonight at the throwdown show it was cool to see all of the kids wearing fob gear. Its good to know you got good taste in music. Ill write more later.

Get down with the sickness.

May 7, 2004

ahhh. i am sleepy. just got up. gonna go to the throwdown show tonight. just ordered a bunch of merch for our headline tour. it looks pretty rad. tommorrow is the photoshoot for the ap cover. i'm nervous. i realize i only really post in here when i have pictures to post. i'll try to be better. sorry the pictures are always so big. i don't know how to do it right (more than juts pictures trust me). email me if you can help: [email protected]

got a new tattoo of the Clandestine Bartskull on my stomach- sorry i had to take down the pictures they were taking up too much room. as soon as i figure it out i will get some back up.

"say yes say yes say yes say yes"

- petey

May 10, 2004

theres this fly buzzing it's business around my apartment. im way too lazy to try to swat at it. plus its extremely fast and doesn't fly near me enough. but its loud and i hate it. boo.

May 14, 2004

“were gonna die like this you know, miserable and oh, I really gotta hand it to you... I really gotta hand it to you”

So the last three days have been pretty crazy. No sleep ever. All of our reallly good friends are with us. Thank you for coming out early and hanging out with us. These shows are insane. Seeing blink up there is really crazy. They have been super nice to us. We didn't know what to expect. Though we go into some trouble for the craziness that happened during our set in columbus. It didn't seem all that crazy to me but ah I guess that is how someplace so corporate works. I am excited for the next couple of shows. Got to hear some of the new tbs. It is amazing. See you soon.

I guess you are wondering if I write about you in here or why or whatever questions you ask to make yourself look cute (andyouare). You don't know how much I'd love to name names. Sometimes it gets me through the day just knowing you are gonna read this. Please dont/just give up on me. My insides have just become a joke and I'm just dying for you to laugh. Hotel life is kind of getting to me right now and all those days I spent complaining about lying/dying in your blankets, I want to take them all back. I never meant any of it.

Okay I only meant it half the time.

Peter

May 17, 2004

ahhh. back from the blink tour. had a blast. thanks for the zillions of emails about the pictures. you guys are amazing. i think i've got it figured out and will do my best to get up a pic of hey chris eating a banana creampie out of drews ass. ill write more later.

- petey

May 18, 2004

“i know you didn't mean it”

and as fast as it all started it all stopped [understand this is all over]. we're standing here talking and every blade of grass comes into focus. but not slowly more like a dam giving way all at once. betrayal isn't the right word, its just the first one that comes to mind. you never really know the weight of your words until you hit someone with them. sometimes a drive home becomes the longest drive. none of us could talk. nothing anyone could say could fix this [whyisthishittingmesofuckinghard]. i just want you to know, i'd fix this in a heartbeat. say the word.

May 22, 2004

“itstoughtimesfordreamers”

And as soon as the words pass your lips and fingers you knew they were all wrong to say and even wronger to think its all okay. You take a breath and try to be okay being stuck with yourself. you can't stay out of my dreams. Sometimes, its a whole lot better I am never around. Or sometimes its better that i don't ever say what I mean. It tenses up my shoulders when I think about you breathing and smiling. Tour is fun with my friends. It keeps me from thinking about things that I never should have thought of in the first place. I know that doesn't make much sense. I feel like love actually.

May 23, 2004

Status report: played at some schools definitely a very different experience. Got to meet a lot of new kids. Highlight: kindergardeners ask way better questions than any interview. Instore: just wanted to give kids around us a free show. I think it worked out okay. HFS: 11 hour drive ends up taking 16 or 17 hours. No sleep. Definitely over 90 degrees. The set was a blast. Lots more kids sang with us than we expected. Namedrop: got to hang with tbs, new found, stars hide fire, and hazen st. - the bands were amazing. I think jayz definitely had everyone beat though. He is the biggest thing on the fucking planet. Slept at the hotel. Back home to work on some demos. Total fan moment: Saw robert smith in the elevator.

I could definitely die happy today. I am only writing this so you can read that you are my favorite person on the planet.

- petey

May 24, 2004

“I'd say i was sorry if you'd be willing to believe one more lie”

Hfs was amazing. Good hangouts. My cellphone wouldn't work in the crowd so the love was off for the day. I'm sorry darlings. Stood next to robert smith - it felt good to remember how it is to be a shakey suttering fan. I'm saying all the wrong things at all the wrong times. I thought it would make me feel better but it makes me feel so much sicker in my stomach. I had to cut my hair it was hot and stupid looking. It will be back by tour - it grows fast and I will do something new with it.

You damaged me way back when it mattered when I was just a blueprint (for disaster) and now I've been built with structural damage.

May 26, 2004

“Its a comfort always looking up and seeing the same three numbers in metal above the door.”

The wind is blowing off the lake just for me. These are my streets they just borrow them during the day. I thought today about what an odd pairing me and my bestfriend are. He is this little guy in glasses. We can finish eachothers sentences but spend most of our time arguing instead. But we have plots and plans the world hasn't figured on. We have demoed 7 new songs. The best stuff we have ever written. Sorry this is so jumbled and chaotic. Someone asked if these stories are real. I don't write fiction. Its just not worth it. Youreyesgiveyouawayworsethanyourmoutheverwill

May 30, 2004

“thingsgetsomuchworsewhenyourenotaround”

thank you for the scrapbooks/harry potter stuff and for showing up so we didn't feel so weird on the airwaves. stopped by the audition/astallaslions show tonight for some old friends. audition sounded good. our scene is doing great and i hope to hook some more bands up- we finished 7 demos- some stuff that won't suprise you and some stuff that definitely will. theres a song where me and patrick trade off lines- the lyrics are probably some of the ones that hit closest to home that i've ever written- definitley some cards i have never played. i just bought the flight of the navigator on dvd it comes out on june 1. i need to make more time for friends and less for feeling pressured. you asked what i listen to: the academy, june, give up the ghost, with honor, the cure, HIM, nightmare of you, sex positions, gym class heroes, more i guess i can't think now.

tell me you like boys like me better in the dark lying on top of you.

peterpanrabbitpiperpumkineater

tell this kid what a cool motherfucker he is

May 31, 2004

“the world is going to hell tonight but that's okay cause this ticket is good for two.”

Feeling alright. Long weekend. My life is a weekend. Getting things ready to leave for tour. Making promises and "ill miss you"s. Going to barbicue with old friends tonight. Then I'm gonna go do some vocals on the new rise against record. The record sounds amazing and congratutlations on the new baby tim. Don't be suprised if you see us playing a chicago show together in the future.

#livejournal #fall out boy #pete wentz #pete wentz livejournal

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beeindaclouds · 3 years ago

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Being the manager of Idols! DSMP *✧･ﾟ*

This is an AU where all the DSMP members are idols in groupss/duos/trios. I was inspired by some fan arts and tik toks about the Dream Team or SBI being idols

❝ Dream Team ❞

Managing the DT is not really a challenge

They get along, they respect your times, they're professional when they need to be

The only problem is calming down Sapnap and George whenever they start bickering

They'll be half way through rehearsal and BOOM all hell breaks lose

Maybe a move went wrong, or they bumped into each other, or just...idk they felt like bickering

You thank the gods for Dream, he somehow always manages to calm them down

But sometimes he'll join in on the fun, and all of a suddem they're all 5 year olds.

Dream will start randomly singing about being an animal, George will break down in weird dance moves and Sapnap is just... Sapnap

They show you off. So much.

Once you were trending on twitter as #DTManager because the trio decided it was a great idea to drag you in the middle of a concert to sing with them

Very embarrassing but very wholesome

❝ Clingy Duo ❞

You need an entire life supply of advil, I am so sorry-

You have two kids to take care of

Rehearsals are...a mess

Tubbo will come in time or he'll be super late. No in between.

And Tommy is always late. Not even once as he come in time

You think that's bad? You now have two children in a room togheter.

You have a break every 5 minutes because they either got the move wrong, they got distracted by each other or they just wanted to

They'll literally break into doing bits in the middle of a dance just cause

But even with all of this chaos, they were always amazing on stage... somehow

An inside joke of the Clingy Duo fandom is them giving you a carrot plushie whenever you were about to get mad at them

"Have a carrot, please, calm yourself-"

Yes, this happened many times, even in pubblic

There's a whole compilation for it :D

❝ Skephalo ❞

Let's not beat around the bush...you third wheel them most of the time

Bad is a sweetheart. He'll come in time and even bring you your favourite drink in the morning

Sometimes he even brings you his homemade muffins

And then there's Skeppy, a menace.

Sometimes he's late, sometimes he's not

Sometimes he cooperates, sometimes he doesn't

He's a wild card

Bad will help you with him tho, dw

They'll also sometimes suggest costumes for the concerts

And, no matter how much you want to say no because some of these costumes are beyond weird, you can never say no to their puppy eyes

You decided to compromise and made them dress up only for one song

They dressed up as muffins.

They once even dresses up in duck onesies for an interview, paparazzi loved every second of that.

And they gained more attention so, who were you to complain

❝ Sleepy Bois Inc. ❞

They aren't that bad to manage, well except Tommy but let's look on the bright side

Phil is always early to rehearsals, you two even chat and have tea while waiting for the others

Techno is sometimes early like Phil or he'll come right on time

Wilbur comes on time or, on the days that he has to pick up Tommy, he'll be a bit late

And Tommy it's Tommy. Need I say more?

Not much chaos during rehearsal, unless Wilbur feels mischievous that day and joins Tommy in annoying you, Techno and Phil

You once heard Wil scream "take it off, yeaaah" at Techno while they were changing. All the other staff members looked at you with a 'wtf' face.

The fans see you as a parent figure to the other four

So now whenever something happens the four will call on you, kind of like Tommy calls on Phil

Yes, Phil also joins in on the fun sometimes

Techno, Wilbur and Tommy on the other hand do it all the time

There are many pictures on all social medias of you taking care of the four men

Even compilations of "SBI's Manager being a parent"

Needless to say you have become part of the family

You also love to steal Tristin from Phil

❝ Crew/Feral Boys ❞

You need more then a lifetime supply of advil for these 5, oh god

We already know how Dream, George and Sap are

Quackity and Karl both come on time for rehearsals, they're never late, they follow your rules

But you could look away for one minute and once you turn back they're all suddenly dancing the macarena, just cause

They're all pretty different so there's a lot to choose from for the fans

But because of this factor you have encountered some...idiots, yes, let's not call them fans

You are pretty close with the group, not only are you their manager but you're also their friend

So when the five first heard that you got attacked and hated on from some group of idiots because "you were to close to their husbands", they could not stand back and watch

They quickly came to your side, defending you and stating that if anybody ever acted that way towards you they will personally take action

#welovey/n trended worldwide, reporters were going crazy over this act of kindness from the idols

And fans loved and supported you so much that at the meet and greet after the incident a lot of them asked for you to be in their picture too

The boys are very proud of you, and vice versa of course

I really love this AU and would love to write more about it T^T If you have any suggestions please feel free to tell me <3

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3rensgf · 3 years ago

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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thisisntmyrightera · 2 years ago

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Spring of 1986 - pt3

Eddie Munson × fem. reader

SUMMARY; Y/n Carver pov about how the summer of 1986 turns into a nightmare after contemplating the strange death of Crissy with Eddie Munson, her secret love.

WARNINGS : some spoilers if you didn't see Stranger Things 4 jet / characters dead, drugs, some strong words.

WORD COUNT: 2,504

note: this is the first time i write after almost 3 years away from tumblr, hope you like it and enjoy my imagination

This is a fanfiction and would be more parts.

all kind of interaction are greatly appreciated !! <3

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- See you later - I waved my hand saying goodbye to the boys as Steve slowly drive and Dustin almost threw himself out the window to say goodbye dramatically, my footsteps sounded when they stepped on the grass as I approached the front door that opened strongly as Jason quickly take my arm pulling me inside and throw me hard against the sofa - what is your damn problem Jason?

- Where were you? Haven't you seen everything that happened because of you? -his irritated eyes looked at me with hatred while he pointed his trembling finger at me

-My...my fault? - i swallow feeling again the knot in my stomach

-You left Chrissy alone, you were going to accompany her and she ended up in that Freak's trailer and now she's dead, if you hadn't left her alone maybe now she would be alive but no, you're so stupid and look at your consequences - his hands took my shoulders hard as if he wanted to put my body inside the sofa shaking me a couple of times

-It's not my fault, leave me alone, I didn't do anything wrong- my hands barely reached his arms trying to push him away but his strength was immense compared to mine

-You're a damn stupid, it should have been you instead of Chrissy- the palm of his hand hit my cheek making me fall to the side while my heart beat fast

-Jason...yn? what's going on - my mother went downstairs looking at us from the entrance of the room - Jason, what did you do?

-I am educating her, you always pamper her and you do not realize that you’re raising a spoiled and selfish bitch

After that waited on my bedroom for hours for all the lights in the house to be turned off and then a couple more hours to make sure everyone was asleep, when I went down slowly and after going to the kitchen and stealing a few things, I walked out the back door the same road that I had traveled two nights in a row, few cars passed from time to time and after a while I walked through the forest until I reached the lake, "3:52" marked the watch on my wrist when I finally arrived in front I went over to Reefer Rick's house and knocked slowly on the boathouse door to make sure Eddie could hear me, I wouldn't risk having a broken bottle on my throat like Harrington.

I entered slowly walking carefully barely looking with the moonlight that reflected in the water around the boat until in a corner I could see Eddie leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest trying to warm himself from the cold of the night.

-Eddie... - I knelt down next to him, barely touching his arm trying not to scare him but he just complained a little and moved, snuggling against the wall - Eddie, wake up... - I pushed him again a little making him jump as he pushed me making me fall - No, Eddie is me.. y/n

-Y/n? ..what are you doing here? it's... it's 4:05 -he looked at me blinking clearing his sight- oh my god, are you okay? I pushed you really hard right? sorry I thought you were someone else-he stepped up quickly taking my hands to get me up while he looked me up and down to make sure I was okay

-I'm fine, it was my fault, I shouldn't have woken you up - I smiled at him, barely shaking my pants

-What are you doing here? I thought you would arrive in the morning but not so morning you know

-Yeah I...something happened and I had nowhere to go...so...I thought I could come here if you don't mind...of course

-NO, it doesn't bother me- he smiled sleepy shaking his head making his curls dance with the movement -everything okay? Are the police looking for you?

-No, they are not the problem - I sighed accommodating my backpack trying not to look him in the eye so as not to worsen the lump in my throat

-It was... your brother, wasn't it? -his hands held my shoulders carefully giving a slight squeeze when I nodded my head - That son of a…i swear that

-Yeah, well, he's not going to change, why ruin this place talking about him, don't you think? - I pressed my lips trying to form a fake smile and he just nodded slowly releasing the air from his lungs

-Okay...sorry I can't offer you much but as you can see this isn't a palace...so...would you like to sit ma'am? -He gave a light laugh while with his hand he offered me a place on the floor

-It would be a pleasure sir - I laughed as I sat in the place where I had found him sleeping with my back against the wall - by the way, I assumed you hadn't eaten something so I stole something from the kitchen and brought it to you - I smiled at him opening my backpack while he sat next to me and opened one by one the packages somewhat desperately and eating them quickly while filling his mouth with everything he found - I also brought you this - I looked at him while i put on his lap the cassette player that my parents give me for Christmas - I thought you'd be bored so I brought it to you so you can listen to some music

- Did you bring music for me? -His full mouth barely let me understand what he was saying causing me to laugh at how his words sounded

-Yes, I brought you the cassettes that I bought on the sly, I thought I'd bring you something from Abba or Cindy Lauper but I assumed you wouldn't like them so I brought you this - the cassettes that I took out of my backpack barely fit in my hands while I put them In the space between the two of us, Eddie looked at them somewhat surprised, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and then looked at me with his eyes wide open.

- Judas Priest? -he looked at me while he took one of the cassettes and showed it to me- KISS?, Iron Maiden? seriously?

-You do not like them?

-If it's just that...- his eyes moved from the little boxes to me and then back making a funny gesture. - do you listen to these groups?

-Ah, that's it...yeah well, I usually listen to them secretly, my parents usually say that those groups are...''satanic'' so when I buy them I usually hide them under my bed

-You are cooler than I had already noticed little miss, I really don't understand how no one has gone out with you yet, you are so interesting and so beau..

his eyes stopped looking at the songs on the cassette, looking at me quickly and then looking away embarrassed, clearing his throat

I can't say that I didn't smile, I did it internally even though on the outside my lips were so tight that they almost broke my teeth - I also brought you a blanket in case you needed to wrap yourself up at night

-Oh...yes, thank you very much that...that will help me a lot, you...you know the cold, the night...the cold

- Yes, the cold… - I smiled at him, holding back a laugh while I put my backpack a little farther away from me so that I could better fit myself against the wall and rest.

- So? ..which is your favorite? -He looked at me while he was holding four cassettes in front of his face, barely showing his eyes

-mmm, this one, side A, the first song - i point barely touching the cover making him turn them quickly making a gesture of astonishment clapping

-Kiss, Detroit Rock City, is one my favorite too

-Really?, I've listened to it every night since I bought it and I can't get enough of it -i barely murmured as my mind responded to my eyes being open, my eyelids were heavy and the sound of the water around me sounded like a lullaby making me feel relaxed

-I would like to continue talking to you and have some tea but you look tremendously tired and I don't have a kettle, why don't you try to sleep - I could barely settle when I felt his body next to me, his arm around my shoulders while i leaning against him and We both huddled together with the blanket barely covering half of our bodies. His heart sounded slowly but steadily making the lullaby of the water a simple strange sound and began to lull me with each beat that was heard coming out of his chest.

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- don't wake them up... Dustin... you're so unbearable

-I don't want to wake them up, I just want to know if they're breathing - a small tickle in my nose and part of my face made me wake up and open my eyes to see my face surrounded by curly hair making me separate quickly when I realized that my face was hidden in Eddie's neck

- I told you you were going to wake her up - Steve walked away while he waved his arms annoyed and sighed

-Good morning sleeping beauty, did you sleep well in the arms of your prince? - Dustin's face tenderly deformed with the smile he gave me making me frown annoyed

-Dustin, have you ever been slapped in the morning?

-No, not that I remember.

-Do you want me to be the first? you're earning it - I looked at him totally determined to hit him until Eddie moved stretching his arms and looking at everyone still sleepy

-Good morning lovebird-his silver teeth were seen again while Eddie and I looked at each other reading our minds

- Do you hit him or do I?

-ok, we can talk later about beating Henderson but dis you haven't realized what happened?, there is another dead, in the same way as Chrissy, the road is closed because it happened shortly from here and there is chaos- Steve placed his hands on his hip as a sign of being worried

-Who... who died?

-Fred Benson...- Max looked at us curiously sitting from the top of a table - may I ask...what are you doing here? I thought everything was fine with you

-His brother is Jason Carver, nothing can be right with that idiot around-Robin just said between sarcastic laughs-I'm sorry if something happened..

And she was right, but I barely remembered his name while I surrounded myself with all of them, my new friends maybe, after a while talking and while Dustin explained to me how the Upside Down theme worked and about his friend '' El'' they left, promising that they would continue looking for a way to solve everything leaving us alone again with a little hope that everything would soon be fixed, but how would you explain to a town that all this happened because a being half alive half dead decided to go out and kill teenagers, it was even reasonable to think

-You've been a bit quiet since the guys left, are you okay? - Eddie sat next to me offering me some chocolate milk from a beer bottle

-It's just that...I was thinking - I looked at him as I shook my head at his bottle and looked back at the lake - have you ever...thought you were right, but people keep treating you like you're completely stupid? ...

-Well, every day to be honest, sometimes people are like that because they don't understand that some of us are happy being different from what they were taught was correct

-Yes... once my mom grounded me for a week because i didn't want to serve my brother's dinner- I smiled just watching the water move from one side to another

-Your family is the typical one, a magazine family where everything is perfect and their daughter must be pretty and homelike if she isn't completely wrong, right? - He gave a mocking laugh drinking his chocolate milk while I emphasized - well... if it's any consolation, I find it completely stupid except for the pretty thing, that's what you already are.

-Why do you insist on giving me compliments, don't lie to look good.

-I'm not lying... look... damn I'm going to look totally stupid - he sighed resting his hands on his knees getting up walking in circles while playing with his hair covering his face- the first game of 1983, you entered the cheerleaders because your brother joined that stupid team even though he was always on the bench the first few years, you used an orange ribbon in your hair and on Fridays since the second year you don't come by car with your brother, you walk to class right?

-yes..how did you notice that? - my heart was beating fast but not out of fear like these last few days, it was a different beat that made me feel good

-Because I paid attention to you, but you never noticed right?

-No... I always thought you looked at Chrissy...

-Well, I preferred a scene of Jason's jealousy to him ending up killing me in the middle of the cafeteria because he saw me adoring his sister, can you imagine me in the middle of recess - a cry came from him as he put his hands on his chest falling dramatically- stop Jason, it's not my fault you're not cute enough like your sister stop! - it was so cute that my laugh started to come out without noticing that it was loud enough to be heard

-You know what else I noticed-he looked at me leaning his elbows on the floor-the apples you eat are always green and your favorite juice is peach like the perfume you wear ..

- So... you never looked at Chrissy...

-Never - he let out a slight sigh as he sat looking at me and pursed his lips embarrassed - honestly... I met Chrissy a week ago, I never noticed that she was your friend or sat next to you in class or in the cafeteria .. .so - on an impulse he stood up accommodating his jacket - I don't understand how you never noticed me that offends me too much

-Eddie ..-I laughed looking at him while he intertwined his hands through his hair looking at the ceiling pretending to be frustrated- Edward!

-What?...what did you call me? that's the code name, you should never say that - his legs jumped quickly in long steps almost throwing himself on me while his hands surrounded my waist tickling me, for a moment the world cleared up, there were no problems, nor did I remember why we were hiding In that boat house, no one in the history of our lives existed, it was just him and me being ourselves.

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laurenairay · 2 years ago

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Morgan Rielly needs more love! “Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.” Please?

Mo needs all the love! I agree! And it’s something that @broadstbroskis and I have talked about a lot, so I’m glad to contribute to spreading that love.

“Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”

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“Rise and shiny, sleepyhead!”

Your boyfriend Morgan groaned at your cheerful voice, pressing his face into the pillow as you laughed, setting down the tray of food you’d brought in from the kitchen.

“Too early,” he mumbled, voice muffled completely.

“It’s 10am, don’t be a grump. Besides, I made us breakfast,” you mused, drawing open the curtains to let in some daylight.

Morgan turned his head to face you, not moving any further than that, although he had a sleepy smile on his face now. “You made breakfast for us?”

You knew that would perk him up a bit.

“Mmhmm, a giant cheesy omelette to share, toast with peanut butter, and some fresh fruit sliced up,” you grinned, sitting down on the bed with your back cushioned against the headboard.

“Now you’re just spoiling me,” Morgan murmured, smiling that sweet smile as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up with a hand, “what’s the big occasion?”

“I figured it was worth celebrating you staying over for the first time. We’ve always stayed at your place and I, well, it feels right doing something special,” you admitted.

You could only imagine what your face looked like, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, even more so as Morgan smiled fondly up at you.

��You’re amazing.”

“Oh my god, it’s just breakfast in bed,” you huffed in amusement.

But Morgan just shook his head, still smiling. “No-one’s ever made me breakfast in bed before. I should’ve stayed over sooner.”

You just laughed, rolling your eyes even as one of his hands came to rest on your thigh over the covers.

“Let’s eat before the omelette gets too cold,” you mused.

Without waiting for a response, you pulled the tray from the nightstand over your lap, making sure it was in reach of Morgan where he stayed lying on his side. With his hand propping his head up, making his bicep bulge just how you liked, he looked like a Greek statue come to life, just for your viewing pleasure. Morgan caught you staring at him, his soft smile turning a little sharper even as his cheeks pinked a little with delight, and he reached for a fork in silence. The two of you talked about everything and nothing, light-hearted conversation as you picked at your food, slowly sharing the tray until there was nothing left. It was relaxed, and chilled, and sweet, and bliss, even as Morgan’s laughter caused him to drop the last slice of toast.

“You are a nightmare. Stop getting crumbs all over my bed, Mo,” you laughed, glad it had landed peanut butter-side up.

“S’not my fault I’m a messy eater,” Morgan shrugged, smiling up at you, “but I am sorry.”

You just laughed softly, shaking your head at him before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, tongue swiping over his and getting a taste of the sweet fruit lingering on his lips. Just as sweet as him.

“Hmm, I suppose it is my fault for bringing us breakfast in bed,” you mused, as you sat back upright.

Morgan just grinned. “I will never complain about breakfast in bed,” he laughed, “And I can change the sheets later…after we’ve messed them up some more.”

You gasped theatrically, clutching at fake-pearls, only making Morgan laugh harder.

“Well I never!” you teased, raising a hand to your forehead in a faux-swoon.

“The day you’re a Southern Belle is the day I don’t get food everywhere when I eat,” Morgan snorted.

Rude. You just swatted his shoulder lightly, sticking your tongue out at him, your boyfriend just sticking his tongue out at you in return, making you laugh all over again. This may have been the first time the two of you had eaten breakfast in bed together, but you no doubt it wouldn’t be the last.

#my writing #morgan rielly blurb #follower milestone celebration #morgan rielly fic #morgan rielly imagine #morgan rielly fanfic #morgan rielly x reader #hockey blurb

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technowoah · 4 years ago

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could you do 21 and 23 from the prompt list with george x gn! or fem!reader?

btw i adore your writing!! i love all your ideas and your imagines are so original ahhh i love them sm

So Cliché [3:41 am]

TYSM! OMG THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME🤚🏾😭

Also sorry this came out so late

I am guessing the prompts are from the fluff list, but if this isn't what you wanted I'll do it from the angst list!

21) "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

23) "Pinki promise kiss"

⚠︎ swearing, fluffy stuff, i didn't proofread 😪

Your eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom you were in. The door was closed and the curtains were slightly opened letting in the slightest slither of light inside. The sun hasn't rose yet and your body felt heavy. You turned around under the warm covers of your bed and looked at the clock beside your bed that shined 3:41 am.

You groaned as you rotated around in bed until you found a comfortable way to lay down. Time seemed to be going slower when you woke up, the need to sleep flooded your mind but you just couldn't relax. Turning around again you faced your closed door that led to the hallway. The door always had to be at least cracked and not completely closed, but your roomate was making too much noise at an ungodly hour.

Living alone wasn't good for you at all, you didn't feel comfortable living alone. It was so quiet all the time and no one was around to entertain you or comfort you when things went bump in the night until your friend George suggested that you moved in with him. You always complained that you needed a roommate so he proposed the idea that you two moved in together to make you feel safe.

A few days from that conversation you packed your things and moved in with George. Slowly but surely you moved all of your things into George's place and he was always there to help. George had two bedrooms in his house and they were right next to eachother. You both woke up around the same time and went to bed at totally different times.

George and you always made breakfast together, sat around the house thinking of things to do and just end up sitting on the couch watching anything interesting he finds, doing chores and going out quickly to then inevitably end up back to the couch to do absolutely nothing. George always ended up sleeping while you two had this time together because he stayed up so late you dont know how he could sleep like a baby like that all the time. He ended up either laying on the armrest of the couch or on your shoulder. You always thought that was uncomfortable for him, but he always ended up there. The last couple times he ended up laying on your thighs which flustered you the first time, and the second, basically anytime he goes to lay on your lap you tense up.

You weren't afraid of physical touch, but this was new to you, you've grown accustomed to George and you think you a crush evolved from nothing. You two have been really close and it all started with a stupid Minecraft server. Ever since you moved in you two have grown closer than ever and your complicated feelings if you would want George as a boyfriend or not flooded your mind as we speak.

[4:01]

You still couldn't sleep and it was becoming a problem. You tossed and turned until you felt comfortable and began to count sheep, but you already got to 40 and didn't feel sleepy at all. Encasing yourself underneath your covers didn't help, it only made you hot. You were wide awake at this point. You had sat up and got out of your bed slipping on some fluffy socks and quitely opened the door and shuffled your way to the living room. You tried to stay quiet trying to keep George asleep as you turned on the TV.

Turning down the volume you sat there for a while underneath a blanket you and George had on the couch for times like this. You had a throw pillow underneath your head while you layed horizontal, across the couch. Two shows later and your eyes began to droop, it was a sense of accomplishment because you were finally sleeping so you stayed there still so you continue to lull yourself to sleep.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" George asked with tired eyes and gravelly voice. "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

"Fuck you George. I was about to go to sleep. I kinda want you up with me." You complained as you pulled the blanket over your head with your eyes still closed.

"C'mon silly get in your bed. Were you here all night?" George said while leaning against a wall, clearly still tired.

"No. I couldn't sleep. Why are you here?" You asked, but your words mumbled together.

"I heard the TV." George pointed at the TV that was illuminating objects in the dark.

You hummed and he did as well. "Are you okay bub?"

You had a small smile on your face, you loved the small petnames he gave you. You had a small feeling that he didn't mean it in the romantic way you wanted it to be.

"I woke up and cant sleep now. I was almost asleep, but you came in so.." You said still drowsy from staying in the state of in-between being awake and sleep.

"Im sorry." George said with his head against the wall, eyes closed. "Mm sorry I'm tired." George wiped his face.

"Could you sleep with me?"

"What?" George asked laughing slightly.

"No not that, just sleep in the same bed." You said. Your brain was just working on his own. You wouldn't have said this if you were awake, but you were desperate and needed sleep. Also you were touch starved and your crush on George was becoming more apparent each day, but that wasnt the point now.

"Yeah I'll do that." George said while pushing himself off of the wall.

"What?" You said thinking he would reject the offer.

"You sound like me. Come on." George said making his way over to you and reaching his arms out. You sat up looking at him with half open eyes and ended up grabbing both of his hands to pull yourself up.

Once both of you were on your feet you both lazily made your way to your bedroom. You mad yourself comfortable under the covers while George sat ontop, restricting the cover's movements.

"You're ontop of the blankets, it's weird." You mumbled.

"Sorry, sorry. Um, what would you want me to do?" George asked as he got off of the bed and stood there awaiting for an answer.

Your back was facing towards him when you answered. "Come on under the covers, I dont bite." You faced towards him when you said that.

He smiled a bit and then got under the covers with you, he layed on his back facing the ceiling and his hands on his stomach. He was uncomfortable.

You turnedon your side facing George. "Are you uncomfortable? If you want you can leav-"

"No! No. Im just- Ive never done this before you know. I've never comforted anyone like this." George quickly said.

"Like cuddled anyone?"

"Like cuddle, yeah."

A silence fell upon you two until George laid on his side facing you. His face was close to yours and you tried not to freak out right in front of him. He reached his hand across your body and started to rub your back. You shuffled your body a little so that your heads weren't at the same level, you were level with his chest and you got closer leaning your forehead against his chest. You both got more comfortable and got closer in touch, he soothingly rubbed your back trying to lull you to sleep.

It was a while that you both layed like this, basking in eachothers comfort

"I wish I could sing like Wilbur. That would make this moment better." George whispered against your hair.

"You being here makes this moment already great though." You whispered as well hoping he could hear you.

"Really?"

"Really. I mean it. I love this." You pulled him close.

"I love 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ."

"I love you too."

You smiled with your eyes closed. "Promise you love me?"

"Pinki promise I love you." George lazily locked both of your little fingers together.

"Pinki promise kiss." You puckered your lips hoping he would get the hint.

You heard George chuckle and he softly pecked you lips, it was like he was testing the waters. You opened your eyes and he had a small tired smile on his face, the two of you ended up giggling like little kids and then going back into the calming state you both were in.

Thank God for you both being in that state of tiredness. You just hoped that you both remembered what happend at [4:32 am] when you both wake up.

EXTRA:

You were alone in the kitchen this morning making pancakes. George hasnt met up with you yet and you questioned why. Yes you remembered last night and you're glad that you finally had the courage to say that you loved him, but it wasn't how you pictured it happening.

You flipped your pancake as George came put from around the corner looking fresher and more awake than last night. He smiled at you and made his way over to you. He closely stood by you and reached over your head to grab a glass from above. He only stepped that closely to you to grab a glass.

You begun to think that he forgot about last night's kiss. He had filled his glass with ice and then with water he stood over by the refrigerator for a while until he walked over to you.

You had just finished the second pancake of the day and faced George who was stood beside you waiting for your attention. He smiled at you and slowly leaned down and gave you a kiss on your lips. It was slow and longing, like he wanted to do this for quite a while. One of his hands found the side of your face and the other one pulled you closer by your waist. He then pulled away having a big smile on his face, you matched his smile clearly glad that he did that and remember.

"This is so cliché you know that right?" You laughed.

George rolled his eyes playfully. "Exactly, I feel like I've read this somewhere before."

"Like on Wattpad?" You jokingly asked.

"Yeah I read a bunch of DreamNotFound fanfiction on there." George said as he swayed you back and forth along with him.

"Hey~!"

"I'm just kidding! And I pinki promised didnt I?" George rose his eyebrows.

"You did! You did!" You smiled at him and he matched your smile again.

"I love you." George said.

"I love you too." You replied.

"I could get used to this!"

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sageinacage · 3 years ago

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could I request irl switch bench trio, they're exploring how the dynamic shifted with ranboo now there and it makes the tickles a lot more goofy with a third person in the roughhousing - 🦐

Fallen Fort summary: blanket forts are hard to make, especially when tommy, tubbo, and ranboo all like to mess with each other. a/n: sorry for the wait !! i hope you all enjoy :D warnings: swearing, slightly more intense tickles w/c: 1.5k IRL, Platonic

“Tommy, you’re gonna knock it down!”

The blonde growled in response. “No I am not, you are!” Tubbo shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You’re flailing around like a fish out of the water, what do you mean I am going to knock it-”

“Guys! The more you bicker, the longer this fort will take.” Ranboo sighed, Tommy’s face lighting up. “Yeah, Tubbo.”

“You little-”

The two went off again, leaving Ranboo to shake his head and smile at his friends, bending down to pick up more pillows to put around the perimeter of the blanket fort that was in progress, just for extra support.

Nights like these were always fun. The three would build- well, attempt to build a pillow fort, and play on the Wii and even watch some movies together. They all loved it, as it was filled with laughter and happiness each time. A good stress reliever from the stresses of life, one might say.

Tonight, specifically, was extra high on energy; and it was obvious.

“If you don’t give me that blanket right now, Tommy, I swear to god-”

“Or whaaat? Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, Tubs!”

Tubbo let out a huff, reaching for the fluffy blanket his friend was teasingly waving over his head. That tall bitch. “You won’t like what happens if you don’t give me that stupid blanket.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “What’re you gonna do? Tell Ranboo on meHE- hehehey!” His arm immediately dropped down to the side, giving up the blanket in an instant. Though, Tubbo didn’t stop. He was intent on tickling the hell out of his friend.

“I drohohopped ihit- noHOHOT THEhehere!” The squeal Tommy let out made Ranboo jump in surprise, Tubbo devilish fingers finding his upper ribs. “Why nooot?~ I quite like it here, to be honest.” The brown-haired boy cooed, chuckling as Tommy squeezed his arms to his sides as his life depended on it, just making the tickles worse for himself.

Ranboo shuddered, a bright blush on his face; and he wasn’t the one even being tickled! He pretended not to see what was going on and tried his best to focus on the fort, but it was so difficult with Tommy’s stream of loud laughter and Tubbo’s relentless teasing.

He knew one thing, he did not want to get himself involved in the predicament that was happening beside him.

“RahanboOHOHOo, sahave mehehe!”

Nevermind.

“Don’t do it, you’ll end up like Tommy, Boo!” Tubbo warned with a smirk, but Ranboo just shrugged, lunging for the smaller boy. With a small shriek, the two fell to the floor, completely crashing down one of the sides of the blanket fort.

“Nohooo, the fohort!” Tommy giggled, unable to be serious about it; as what happened was quite funny. Ranboo and Tubbo wrestled over the pillows that were previously laid down, Tubbo eventually getting the upper hand and massaging his thumb right into Ranboo’s waist.

Letting out a surprised squawk, the tallest immediately tried to curl up, evidently failing when Tubbo vibrated a claw hand into his belly causing him to arch his back. “TUHUhuhubbo, stohohoppit!”

Tubbo pretended to think for a second. “Hmmm, no thank you, mister! But it was very kind of you to ask.” He sassed, using his free hand to drill circles into Ranboo’s hip bone with his thumb. The shriek that left Ranboo was priceless, resulting in Tubbo and Tommy’s smiles growing even more.

“CRAHAHAP, TUHUhuhubbo!” Belly laughter continued to pour out of the tallest, completely distracting Tubbo as he was unable to foresee the charging blonde aiming right at him. Tommy lunged at Tubbo, instantly attaching his hands to the sides of his ribcage and vibrating them.

Ranboo moved his hair away from his eyes, to see what was going on after he heard the loud squeal that sounded like Tubbo- and he was correct. It was Tubbo.

“HEHEhehey! Yohou biHIHITCH- FUHUHUCK!” Tubbo’s hips bucked up as Tommy gently dug his fingers in the spot right beneath his lower ribs, giggling evilly as his fingers relentlessly tickled that specific area.

“Did you just call me a bitch? Huh?” Tommy demanded, poking around his sides playfully. “Nohohoo, I dihiHIHIhidn’t!” Tubbo pleaded, earning a head shake from Ranboo, who finally recovered from Tubbo’s tickle attack.

“Liars don’t get off the hook easily, Tubs…” Ranboo hummed latching his hands to the muscles right above each of his knees, squeezing repeatedly. “SHIHIHIT- FUHUHUCK OHOFF!”

Tommy and Ranboo dramatically gasped simultaneously.

“Oh, Tubbo…”

“What was that?~”

Before Tubbo could protest, he felt a sudden buzzy and tickly feeling on his stomach. Tommy planted a raspberry right above his belly button, causing the boy to start half-heartedly push at the blonde’s head.

What he wasn’t expecting were his ankles to be lifted and to feel scribbling nails right underneath his knees. What an awful day to wear shorts, Tubbo decided.

“IT TIHIHICKLES! PLEHEHEASE!” Tubbo didn’t even know what he was pleading, all he knew is the ticklish sensations wracking his body were almost unbearable.

He felt his ankles be dropped and the nerves in his legs began to calm down, but that damn sensation from Tommy’s playful fingers on his belly just kept going. Well, until Ranboo decided Tubbo needed a break.

Much to Tommy’s dismay, he felt fingers massage into his upper ribs yet again, causing the boy to instantly collapse on the now fallen blanket fort.

“Y- YOHOhou trahahaitor!” Tommy cackled, throwing his head back as the tickles began to move down his ribs, and turned into unbearable fluttering over his waist. “Whaaat? I’m not a traitor, I thought this was a free-for-all!” Ranboo chuckled, wiggling his nails into the crook of Tommy’s waist.

The high-pitched giggles that escaped Tommy made Tubbo wheeze, rolling over to sit up to help Ranboo. “Tuhubbo nohoho… gehet away.. Tuhu-HUHUBBO- NOAHAHA!” Tommy completely convulsed, the light feathery tickles on his waist mixed with the quick vibrations on his hip bones making butterflies and goosebumps spread across his whole body.

“You didn’t stop when I said ‘no’, so I don’t see how it’d be fair now!~” Tubbo purred, pulling an innocent smile like he wasn’t drilling his thumbs into his friend’s hip with no mercy. Meanwhile, Ranboo was cooing little teases while grazing and lightly spidering his nails along the sides of Tommy’s belly.

“D’awww, don’t tell me this already tickles too much, Toms! I’m barely even doin’ anything!~” Ranboo let out a low chuckle, sounding a lot more sinister than it should’ve, as his grazing nails turned into fluttering little menaces tracing around his belly button.

“FUHUHUCK- *snort* OHOHOFF! I HAHahate yohohou b- bohoth!” Tommy whined, snorts peppering in between his happy and loud belly laughter. “Alright, alright, someone else needs a taste of their own medicine I feel like.” Tubbo hummed, Ranboo’s eyes widening.

Uh oh.

Before he could attempt to dodge Tubbo’s incoming fingers, he felt a few squeezes on his hip, making the tall boy collapse back onto the soft pillows. Tommy retracted his hand, using it to help push himself so he could help his friend give Ranboo a ticklish treatment.

Tubbo’s hands found Ranboo’s lower waist, kneading and prodding into the muscle, immediately eliciting cackles from his friend. “Ohoho~ Already a giggly mess, Ranboo?” Tubbo teased, laughing lightheartedly at Ranboo’s embarrassed grumble through his giggle fit.

“I cahAHAN’T HEHehelp ihihit!” He protested, his laughter going up an octave as he felt another pair of hands squeeze his knee caps. Ranboo tried to pull his legs in, accidentally kneeing Tubbo in the back in the process.

Tubbo let out a surprised gasp as he jumped, before glaring back down at Ranboo, who was already giggling.

“Uh oh…”

“Uh oh, that's right.”

Before he could prepare himself, he felt cold air over his belly before feeling nibbles be placed over his hip. “NONONO- NOHOHOAHA- *hiccup* PLEHEASE!” Protests instantly bubbled up from Ranboo, weakly pushing at Tubbo’s head- making his fluffy hair fluff over his belly even more.

“Mmmm… nope!~” Tubbo mumbled, planting a raspberry where his waist and belly meet, Ranboo subconsciously arching up into it. Meanwhile, Tommy was slightly scritching claw hands over Ranboo’s knees, being mischievous and squeezing up and down his thighs at random, just to make him squawk through his laughter.

It was clearly quite entertaining to Tommy, as he laughed with Ranboo whenever he let out one of his signature surprised cackles and squawks. The boy’s laughter soon grew silent and more strained, signaling that he was almost completely worn out.

The two paused on their tickle attack, climbing off of their friend and just smiling at each other with big and fond smiles.

“I hahate yohou b- bohoth…”

“No you don’t, big man.”

“Take it back!”

Ranboo chuckled, shaking his head. “Fiiine, you are both wonderfulllll… definitely…” His sleepy and sarcastic tone wasn’t too convincing, but Tommy and Tubbo decided to spare him- for tonight.

They all decided that the blanket fort would stay collapsed, but no one was particularly complaining as the soft blankets and pillows were quite comfortable to lay on; especially with the warmth of all of them combined they knew they could keep themselves cozy. All settling down next to each other, Tommy looked at the others.

“So, which movie are we watching tonight?”

#mcyt tickle #switch!tommy #switch!tubbo #switch!ranboo #my writing

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gale-gentlepenguin · 4 years ago

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ML Fic: Per-Chat to Dream (Preview)

(So I have been working a bit on this fic idea. Which if you guys like it, I will be willing be setting up as my next big multi chapter fic. So make sure to comment and reblog if you like it.)

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The beeping of the alarm reverberated through the room

"Ugh..."

Adrien's eyes opened lazily.

He sat up and stretched his arms upward as he yawned.

"Morning Plagg." Adrien yawned as he got out of bed.

He sheepishly walked to the bathroom.

"That akuma last night really wrecked my sleep time." Adrien commented as he brushed his teeth. "Don't even remember how we beat it. But at this point, I can take a guess on how."

He finished brushing his pearly whites and quickly tamed his bed head to resemble his trademark hair style.

"I am sure Ladybug is just as tired as I am."

He quickly got dressed and made sure his backpack was packed.

"Come on Plagg, I know your sleepy, but I need you to get up."

He realized that there was no response. Normally the small cat kwami would be complaining that his alarm clock is jealous of his loving relationship with sleep.

Adrien walked over to the part of the bed Plagg would call his home.

"Went under the pillow to try and sleep more? Typical plagg." Adrien rolled his eyes with a smile.

He pulled the pillow up to reveal nothing.

"Plagg?"

Adrien felt his tiredness turn to annoyance. He didn't have time for hide and seek with the grumpy god. Thankfully, he knew a trick. to find the clever Kwami.

"Plagg! Claws out!"

After a few seconds, nothing had changed. Adrien was still very much Adrien, just posing like an idiot.

"Plagg! Claws out!" Adrien shouted louder.

Still no transformation.

"What is happening?" Adrien pulled his hand back and his eyes went wide to realize, the miraculous was missing!

"Oh no..."

Adrien felt his skin turn pale and a pit of worry in his gut. This felt like the worst case scenario. He needed to find his ring!

Adrien rushed to his bed, pulling up the covers, sheets, pillows and anything that could be potentially hiding his ring. He started looking around his bathroom. He checked the floors, tables, shelves, any small crevice he could think of. He had turned his room upside down with no success.

He felt his mind racing, where could the miraculous be? Did... did they lose that fight last night? Was that why he couldn't remember?! Did the akuma take the miraculous and Hawkmoth was victorious?!

He stops for a moment. He needed to calm down.

'Hold on, that can't be what happened. Wouldn't the world be all grim and depressing with butterflies everywhere if he won? I know! I can just check the ladyblog. Get the details on the akuma attack last night. Maybe I can get some details on what happened.'

Adrien rushes to his computer and goes into his favorites tab, only to find the Ladyblog wasn't in it. He shrugged it off, he can type in the URL manually. He quickly types it into the site search bar... only to find nothing.

"The Ladyblog is gone?" Adrien spoke in a stunned whisper.

He exited out of the browser only to take notice of his computer wallpaper.

It was a picture of him, and a beautiful girl. They were smiling. Her cheeks were rosy and her black hair was down. Her blue eyes as blue as the sky. He looked at the picture of him closely, the way his eyes weren't even looking at the camera. They were fixed on the girl. He felt his heart beat a bit.

When did he have this picture taken? The last girl he dated was Kagami, and they didn't have any pictures together like this. Who was this gorgeous girl in the photo?

The blond teen looked closer, he knows she looked familiar. He felt like he knew her... He shook it off. Right now he didn't have time to figure out who the cute girl was, he had to figure out what happened to Plagg, to his miraculous.

"If only I could contact my lady..." Adrien sighed deeply. This would have been one of those situations where knowing her identity would have been beneficial.

He gets up from his desk chair. He needed to head to school anyway. He was relieved that his father probably wouldn't notice him leaving the house later then normal.

He grabbed his backpack and carefully made his way downstairs, when he heard something highly unusual, Laughter. But even weirder, it was his father laughing.

Adrien felt a chill go down his spine, was there some sort of akuma that was forcing people to laugh? And he didn't have plagg to help.

He rushed down the stairs and pushed his back to the wall. He listened closely. He needed to know the situation.

"...And thats when you said it?" a voice that adrien recognized as his father asked. The voice sounded like it was trying to hold back laughter.

"No, that was before I was heading to the car. He was so keen on keeping me there." another voice spoke, it sounded so familiar to Adrien but he couldn't place it. The voice felt warm and comforting.

"Right, that was when he was offering to pay you double for reshooting the scene." Gabriel stated.

"Yep, and I said. 'I don't care if you triple my pay, I haven't seen my husband and son for 9 months! I am heading home." The woman emphasized.

"And then he tried to say he'd black list you?" Gabriel chuckled.

"Thats when I turned around, walked up to him, looked him dead in the eye and said: 'Look Jeremy, I don't give a butterfly's buttcheek about your threats. You should be thankful I decided to even act in this colossal disappointment of a movie. I am going home, and you can kiss my ring once your movie gets nominated for an Oscar."

Adrien realized he knew that voice. he moved from his hiding spot. Standing in the entry way of the dining room.

"Mom?" Adrien barely managed to speak.

The blond woman in the chair in the classy light pink business suit stood from her chair.

"And so my little sunshine rises. I was wondering when I would see you up? Sorry I haven't gone up to see you yet, I just got home and I needed to tell your father about the ordeal I..."

Adrien hugged his mother. Holding her tightly.

"You're back right? like this is really you?" Adrien was trying to figure out what was going on in this world. Was this really his mother? Was this all a dream? A crazy roller coaster of a dream.

"I missed you too honey." She hugged back. She turned her head to Gabriel. "Remind me to call Jeremy after this, I need to give him another verbal lashing for making my son miss me so much!"

"Will do." Gabriel nodded.

Adrien released the hug.

"I have so many questions..." Adrien started. But Gabriel noticed the time.

"Trust me son, you can ask your mother all about her latest movie after school. You are going to be late if you don't head off." Gabriel instructed.

Adrien felt this day get weirder. Seeing his dad so... happy felt like such an oddity.

His mind was a medley of thoughts that just didn't make sense.

"R-right. I will see you... both after school" Adrien said as he started heading to the door.

"Hold it!"

Adrien froze, his mind still processing the fact that his mother is here and very much alive.

She walks over to him. She kisses his forehead, the blond feeling a sense of calm he desperately needed. His mother always did know how to put him at ease.

"I am finally back, so you need to talk with that lovely girl you have been talking with and set up a time for us to all have dinner together."

"Girl?"

"Yes, don't try to play dumb. The girl that you have been dating for well over 6 months now. Just because I am away doesn't mean I don't follow up with things going on in your life. Your father has sent me some photos of the two of you, and I must say, your father should ask her to help model with you."

Adrien felt his cheeks heat up, he did see the photo of the girl she was referring to. So apparently that girl is his girlfriend?! He would probably feel lucky if he could figure out what exactly was going on.

"I... I will talk with her about it." Adrien managed to answer.

"Great! Now off you go!"

Adrien walked out the door and headed to the car where his driver was waiting like usual.

Though as he was about to get into the car.

"Love you!" he heard his mother call out.

Adrien looked to his mom, a smile slipped on his face.

"Love you too mom."

He hopped into the car and the driver drove off to the school.

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zafirosreverie · 4 years ago

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Hey can I request a Agatha x reader fic with just tons of fluff I really need that in my life right now. Can it kind of be like reader waking up first and watching (not in a creepy way) Agatha sleep and just thinking about how lucky she is to have Agatha. And then Agatha wakes up and they spend the rest of the day cuddling. Love your work.

Sorry it took me so long, dear! I hope you like it.

Cuddling day (Agatha x reader)

You stretched out lazily, and sighed as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight coming through your window. It was a sunny and calm day (but they always were in Westview) and your mind immediately started making plans for the day.

Maybe you could go to the park and feed the birds. Or you could watch a movie, depending on what Wanda has in the movie theater. Or maybe you would watch another cooking show, those have good recipes that you like to try.

A subtle movement next to you interrupted your thoughts, making you look at the person next to you.

The (for once) peaceful features of your girlfriend made you feel butterflies in your stomach. She was beautiful, at all hours and with any expression. But just like that, calm, relaxed and defenseless, totally trusting you, it was definitely one of your favorite sights.

You weren't really sure how you ended up with her. Sure, you knew the story, you were there, but you didn't understand why she would choose you, of all people. She was powerful, resourceful, beautiful, and divinely malicious.

And you were a simple mortal. It didn't make any sense. But you already knew that the witch always knew what she was doing, and if she said she needed you by her side, who were you to contradict her?

Agatha moved in her dreams, pressing against your side. Her hot breath tickled your collarbone.

Smiling, you admired her for a moment. There were small wrinkles on her face, but considering that she was over three centuries old, it was impressive how small they were. Besides, you loved them.

They made her look incredibly beautiful and you would often find yourself looking at them. When she laughed, when she frowned, when she lost herself in thought. You always found her beautiful and when she allowed you, you went to kiss those little furrows on her skin.

You brushed a strand off her face, stroking her cheek gently in the process. That was another thing you loved about her. Her skin.

It was soft and always radiated a gentle warmth that relaxed you, so you always wanted to feel it. Agatha joked that your hunger was insatiable, and although you didn't complain about your naughty moments with her, the truth was simpler.

You just enjoyed the feel of her skin against yours. From the touch of your knuckles when you walked side to side, or when her fingers caressed your neck when she helped you put on a necklace, or when she unzipped a dress.

Everything. You just loved her.

Gently pressing a kiss to her temple, you carefully untangled yourself from her, already planning breakfast.

You knew that Agatha would have to leave soon to be able to follow through on her plan to subtly break up Wanda, which might not be an entirely good approach, but the girl had a whole town kidnapped, and you never said you were a good person (the fact that you were still by Agatha's side, even after everything she had done, was proof enough of that).

You didn’t have any powers to help, but you were the one who kept her alive (seriously, how hard was it to remember to eat something at some point in the day?) and that was the best you could do for her.

You were thinking about it while you were dressing up when you saw her move again. Her hand roamed the bed, groping for something. That something was you. When she didn’t feel you, she frowned and started to open her eyes. She had a sleepy look and you knew she wasn't completely awake. She was adorable in that state.

You couldn’t help but giggle. The powerful and “evil” Agatha Harkness, was frowning because her little mortal girlfriend wasn’t right next to her in her bed. It was adorable. Your giggles made her look in your direction.

“Why are you up?” she asked and you smiled

“because it’s morning?” you said

“Not a good reason” she said and her frown deepened when her eyes wandered over your body.

You blushed as you always do when she looked at you like that.

“You’re dressed up” she said after a moment. You laughed.

“Yes i am”

“See? That’s already two problems i have to deal with” she said “you’re supposed to help me with my daily problems, not cause me more” she scolded you. God, you loved her.

“I’m sorry, my bad” you mocked and walked to her. You climbed to her side and kissed her temple “Is this better?”

“Problem one solved” she said. Her hands pulled your dress over your head and your underwear followed quickly “there. Problem two gone too” she said and kissed your neck, wrapping her arms around you.

You chuckled and let your fingers play with her hair. Agatha left a trail of lazy kisses down your neck and cheeks, ending in your mouth. You sighed with happiness and kissed her back.

There was nothing sexual about this, but it felt even more intimate. You loved having her like this, with her guard down.

“You’re gonna be late” you whispered after a few moments, gently pushing her. The witch frowned.

“Late for what?” she asked.

“Wanda” you simply said. You had to admit that the first days you were a little jealous that she spent more time with Maximoff than with you, but now, you understood that she needed to if she wanted to free the people of Westview. And steal her powers.

“I don’t think she’ll miss me today” she said, kissing you again. You frowned.

“Really? That’s new” you said and she sighed, looking at you and caressing your cheek.

“I know i don’t spend much time with you, love, but i miss you” she said and your heart melted “so, consider this my free day from work” she winked.

You smiled and let her pull you over her. You weren’t so sure Wanda wouldn’t notice Agnes’ absence, but the hell with it.

The powerful Agatha Harkness wanted a cuddling day, and you were more than happy to give her exactly that.

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tanzaniiite · 4 years ago

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ROAD TRIP • SEIJOH THIRD YEARS

requests: OPEN

warnings: cursing & stupid high school antics

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this idea has been on my noggin for so long omg, enjoy!

please reblog and reply, engagement is both fun & important ✨

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this was fun, should i do more fics like this?

“Ugh, are we there yet?”

Oikawa whined looking out the window with a forlorn look as if he was in a music video. You glanced at Iwaizumi, who was at the wheel, snickering slightly as you saw his eye twitch in annoyance. The five of you decided to take a road trip, sort of like a last hurrah, for your last year of high school.

This originally started as a small trip that was planned on senior ditch day but Matsun and Makki wanted to do a road trip. And so, senior ditch day morphed into senior ditch weekend. Of course, none of your parents approved this, so you guys were in for an earful when you returned. But as Hanamaki stated, when you got a screaming voicemail from your guardian, “Live in the moment, worry about that later”. And despite that being terrible advice, you listened anyway.

The destination of your little road trip is Tokyo which was a five to six hour drive. Some might say that’s not too long but traveling with Oikawa it feels like an eternity. He was already complaining. That was mainly because he was upset that you got shotgun and he didn’t. Originally you planned on sitting in the back with the disaster duo but Hajime insisted you sit in the front with him. Something about you being the most tolerable. Iwaizumi was obviously the driver because he’s the most responsible out of you five. It’s weird to think you guys just planned this trip just a week prior.

“So what are we doing for senior ditch day?”

You asked setting your tray down and sitting in between Matsukawa and Hanamaki. Issei just scoffed lightly, “I dunno what you’re doing but I’m sleeping” He answered. Takahiro laughed in agreement. “Probably practicing” Tooru replied. You pouted at their lame responses, “Hajime please tell me you have better plans than these losers” You pleaded. Iwaizumi looked up from his notes, “Uh, I don’t know, I’m probably going to come to school” He shrugged ignoring your disgusted face.

“I know y’all are not serious. This is the last year we’re going to be together like this, we should do something memorable”

You declared crossing your arms over your chest glaring at your friends. “Ew, you sound like Oikawa, getting all sentimental and shit” Makki quipped popping a french fry in his mouth. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully. Oikawa hummed, “I mean they do have a point, let’s do something we’ll remember for years to come”. “Whatever, I guess I’m down” Matsukawa added rolling his eyes. The four of you looked at Iwaizumi, who mentally checked out of the conservation a while ago, waiting for his answer. “Count me out, my parents will kill me if I skipped school” He responded, causing the lot of you to groan. “Ugh, can you not be an upstanding student for like two seconds” You huffed leaning your head in your hand. Now the brunette looked up, “You guys know how my parents are, especially you Shittykawa” He stated, pointing his pencil at the setter. “Yeah yeah, we know how your parents are. Y/n’s parents are just as bad” Issei voiced.

You couldn’t help but internally groan, you remember how your guardians reacted when you brought the four boys to your house. “Don’t remind me. Senior Ditch Day is on a Friday, we barely do anything as is since it’s the end of the year” You said, “plus, you’re the only one of us that drives decently” You stated mustering up your best puppy dog eyes. Hajime looked at you before answering, “Fine, but if I get in trouble. You guys will be the ones talking to my parents”. And from there, the planning commenced.

Currently, you guys were only an hour out of Miyagi. Issei was already knocked out, Hanamaki was on his phone and Oikawa was sulking as per usual. “If you ask me if we’re there yet, one more time, I’ll have Makki push you out the car” He threatened his eyes never leaving the road. “Makki wouldn’t do that to me” Tooru claimed which caused ‘Hiro to snort. “Shut up, you know I will” He stated not even bothering to look up from his phone. Oikawa let out a dramatic gasp, “But we’re going 85 miles an hour on a highway!” He exclaimed. “Did I stutter?” Takahiro mumbled, still not paying any attention to his captain’s dramatics.

This was going to be a long four hours.

You woke up leaning against something super warm, you opened your eyes taking in your surroundings. You weren’t in the front anymore, from what you could see, it looked like Oikawa got his wish of riding shotgun. You sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes, “Oh, good morning sleeping beauty” Oikawa teased. You were too sleepy and disoriented to come up with a witty comeback.

“Why.. why is Issei driving?”

That’s when you noticed Iwaizumi was the warm surface you were leaning against moments before. “I got tired of driving, we stopped at a gas station and switched places” Hajime explained noticing your confused face, “and you were sleeping so we moved you to the back”. You realized that not only were you leaning against Iwa but your legs were propped up on Makki’s lap. You nodded slightly, still tired despite waking up from a nap. “We spoil them rotten, don’t we?” ‘Hiro commented pinching your thigh causing you to whine slightly. “Shut up” You mumbled leaning into Iwaizumi’s side once again making him chuckle. Matsukawa looked at you through the rearview mirror,

“That’s right, Y/n gets all grumpy when they’re tired”

“Issei… focus on not crashing the car, not on me”

Oikawa let out a low whistle, “Woah, catty much?” He asked rhetorically laughing slightly. You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, how much farther?” You asked closing your eyes. Hajime glanced at his phone, “Two more hours” He replied. Tooru made a choked noise before turning around to face his childhood best friend. “Uh! They ask you if we’re there and get an answer, but when I ask, I get threatened?!” The brunette cried his eyebrows furrowing. The ace rolled his eyes, “Yeah, cause they’re not fucking annoying about it” He retorted. You pointed at Oikawa while laughing at his shocked face causing him to pout and crossed his arms like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Uh oh, I think it’s Oikawa’s turn for a nap” Makki joked. Matsun hummed in agreement, “Yup, Y/n gets grumpy and Oikawa gets bratty” He laughed.

“Ugh whatever, at least I don’t snore like a chainsaw”

“Says the man who can’t sleep in any other position besides fetal”

“Dude shut up! It’s comfortable!”

Iwaizumi sighed, already knowing this petty argument wouldn’t end anytime soon. He looked down at you, “Who are you messaging?” Hajime inquired, peering at your phone. “No one, just some first years in my DMs” You hummed noncommittally. “You still leading those poor kids on?” Hanamaki asked. Glancing at Makki you pursed your lips, “I’m not leading them on… I’m just entertaining the antics” You replied smiling innocently and batting your eyelashes. “Yo, remember when that one first year confessed to you in the middle of lunch?” Issei asked slowing at a red light. You sat up suddenly, “Oh my god yes! That was so embarrassing!” You exclaimed. “You were embarrassed? Imagine the kid when you rejected him” Iwaizumi countered raising an eyebrow. “The second-hand embarrassment was strong on that one” Takahiro agreed, “Y/n’s a heartbreaker,” He said shaking his head.

You gasped, “I’m not! I’m just not interested in people like three years younger than me” You explained defending yourself. “Well, your choices are limited, since all the people in our grade are scared of us for whatever reason” Tooru stated with his eyes closed and head leaning on the window, looking like he would clonk out soon. “Yeah cause y’all are intimidating as fuck” You claimed. Issei chuckled, “Mm, yeah we kinda are” He admitted. “If they really liked you, they wouldn’t be scared to confess” Hajime shrugged. You smiled widely, “Ok king! My fault” You laughed giving him a high five. “Wait but if we’re so intimidating how come girls are always throwing their panties at Oikawa” Hanamaki questioned.

“Cause he’s not the intimidating one, it’s mainly Iwa and Matsun”

“Matsun is not intimidating, he looks out of it half of the time”

“Not out of it, more like zooted”

You quipped, laughing when Issei playfully glared at you through the rearview mirror. “Bro, remember when Kindaichi found out we were going on this trip and asked to come?” Takahiro laughed. “Stop! Y’all are so mean to him” You said kicking Makki slightly with your foot. Matsukawa snorted, “No cause what did he expect us to say, “Sure buddy you can come!” Like dude nooo,” He mocked laughing loudly. You bit your lip in an effort to not laugh, “Stop this Kindaichi slander at once” You demanded holding back your own giggles. “Okay Y/n, are you saying that you would’ve said yes if he asked you?” The wing spiker inquired giving you a look. “Well.. no—” You started. “Exactly! You’re just as bad as us” Issei interjected.

“No, I am not! You two literally looked at each other and busted out laughing, you didn’t even answer the poor boy”

“Sorry… it was funny”

“That shit was hilarious”

Hajime cleared his throat, “Is Trashykawa sleeping? Haven’t heard him talk in a while” He asked drawing shapes into your shoulder absentmindedly. Matsun glanced at his friend who was definitely passed out against the window. “Yeah, he’s gone” The middle blocker responded.

“Should we draw on his face?”

…

“Oh absolutely”

The car was fairly silent now, you guys were nearing the end of your road trip and it was later in the day. The sky was littered with reds and oranges as the sun started its daily routine. The sunset was bold, radiant, and just plain mesmerizing, you couldn’t help but stare in awe. You sighed inwardly, “I’m gonna miss you guys” You uttered looking out the window. Your four guy friends looked at each other before looking at you. Iwaizumi spoke up first, “What’s there to miss? We’re not going anywhere” He asked. “I know that but who knows when the next time we’ll do something like this?” You whispered refusing to look at them because you knew you would start crying if you did. Hanamaki nudged your foot with his hand, “Y/n stop being such a baby, we’ll still see each other—” He started before you interrupted.

“That’s not the point stupid. We’re all going our own separate ways. Iwaizumi’s going to school in America, Oikawa’s going to fucking Argentina, and we’re all going to different colleges. This sucks ass, I finally have a group of friends I love and now I have to leave them—”

“Hey, what did we just say? We’re not going anywhere. So what if we’re going down different paths? Holidays exist Y/n, you think Iwaizumi and Oikawa are gonna stay in America and Argentina all year round? Plus me and Makki’s colleges are not that far from yours, I could probably walk if I wanted to. Now stop sulking, you’re bringing down the mood”

Issei stated his eyes never once drifting from the road. You sniffed and leaned into Hajime’s side more, “Jeez, sorry” You mumbled playing with your fingers. If the car wasn’t quiet before, it sure was now. No one knew what to say, it seemed too early to make a joke about it and it was a conversation none of you were ready to have. But despite not being ready, Oikawa still voiced his opinion nevertheless,

“Well would you look at that, Y/n really does love us. And I thought you hated me”

You snorted, “I do hate you” You teased making a face at him which he gladly returned. But his demeanor suddenly became serious,

“Adding on to what Mattsun said, we’re not leaving forever Y/n. Graduation is like three months away, we still have time to hang out plus we have the summer so there’s that. I know you love us and can’t possibly live without us but I think you’ll manage”

You blinked in response to Oikawa’s little spiel, “You are so corny” You huffed looking down so he wouldn’t notice the small tears in your eyes.

“Ah! So when I do it it’s corny, what about that whole pitch Matsun did?!”

“Hey, I wasn’t corny. I was being real”

“Please, as if, you were just being mean”

“It’s called tough love, it isn’t made for softies”

Watching the two of them go back and forth once again was entertaining. And when Makki and Iwaizumi joined in, it was just one hundred times better. But seeing your best friends interact with one another just made you realize how much you love them. And although this may be your guy’s last high school adventure, it wasn’t going to your last endeavor with this crazy bunch. You smiled slightly to yourself,

“Man, I really do love you guys”

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writingsnmusings · 4 years ago

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Morning Routine

pairing: modern!ivar the boneless x reader

summary: starting your quarantine with ivar seems like it would be simple enough. what does a normal morning in the ragnarsson apartment look like?

a/n: i just had to use this gif! he looks so good lol anyways, here's my vikings masterlist!

Waking up in Ivar’s guest room and not your own bed was still something you had to get used to. It has been only a week after all. You’d like to think that you two had a little routine going already.

You stumbled your way out of bed and changed into something more appropriate to face your best friend. Your old, ratty tank top and underwear weren’t exactly your usual fit around him.

Walking into your now shared living space, your eyes widened at the smell of coffee in the air. Ivar made the best coffee; you don’t know what he did or how he did it, but you refused to drink anything else now that you were here. You’d feel personally offended if he even suggested ordering starbucks.

“Morning,” You whispered, your throat still getting used to being awake.

Ivar gave you a sleepy smile as he slid a mug towards you. He must’ve just woken up too. “What’s the plan for today?”

You held up a finger as you sipped the hot drink, savoring the flavor. A little ‘ah’ slipped from your mouth as you put the mug down. Ivar rolled his eyes at your dramatics, he couldn’t understand why you loved his coffee so much but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Well the school district still hasn’t figured out the online schooling so,” You shrugged, not particularly feeling too stressed about it. You loved your students, but you were enjoying the time off. “The day is ours.”

Ivar snorted, “Yeah, as long as we don’t leave this building.”

He was taking the quarantine as well as anybody. Of course he missed going out whenever he wanted and actually going to work with his brothers, but he was serious about keeping others safe. Staying home with you wasn’t so bad, according to Ivar.

“I’m okay with that. Means I can finally get you to watch the Marvel movies.” You stuck your tongue out at him which made him chuckle.

“Yeah, I bet you’re real happy about that.”

You nodded before finishing off the last gulp of coffee. You weren’t really feeling breakfast right now and from what you could tell, neither was Ivar. “Let me wash up really quick then we can start Iron Man?”

Ivar’s restroom was small. It had the standing shower, the toilet, the sink and a little side table that Ivar had managed to squeeze in there. You didn’t mind though, you kept a bag with all your toiletries and skin care and just carried it too and from your room. Your toothbrush stayed on the sink though, right next to Ivar’s in the little cup.

You washed your face, did your moisturizer and sunscreen because even though you wouldn’t actually be going out into the sun, you knew your skin still benefited. As you reached for your toothbrush, a knock was at the door.

“Can I come in?”

Before you could respond, Ivar had slid in and bumped your hip as you two stood in front of the sink. You looked at your reflections in the mirror as he made himself busy and grabbed his own toothbrush and put the paste on it. He nudged your arm and handed you the tube which you took. You don’t know why, but this felt oddly intimate. It’s not like you hadn’t done this with Ivar before, being friends since childhood you had countless sleepovers. This was different though. There was tension.

How did you not notice he was shirtless? You knew he slept only in his boxers, it made the heat rush to your face when you remembered how exactly you found that out.

You were 15 and spending the night at the Ragnarssons like you had for the last seven years. It was nearing two am when you sleepily made your way from Ivar’s room to the bathroom which was down the hall. Ivar’s mom never let you sleep on the living room floor with her sons for as long as you could remember. One of the boys always gave up their room and usually it was Ivar. You reached for the doorknob just as it was being opened and came face to face with your best friend. Well, more like face to chest. Your eyes widened as you trailed your gaze up to meet his eyes. He gave you a little smile before moving to the side and walking back downstairs. You hadn’t noticed you were staring at his ass as he walked away till your bladder reminded you what you had gotten up for.

The sound of spitting brought you out of your little daydream. Ivar was leaning over the small sink, rinsing his mouth. Gods, you hoped he hadn’t noticed you space out. You quickly brushed your teeth and ducked your head to spit when Ivar moved out of the way. He didn’t leave the restroom though, he stayed right where he was. You paused, tensing up for a second when you felt his warm hand on the small of your back.

‘C’mon, gotta take a leak.” Ivar mumbled as he looked at you through the mirror.

Red faced, you quickly straightened up and put your toothbrush back in the cup. “Yeah, sorry. I’ll um set up the movie and stuff.”

“Don’t forget the blankets,” He reminded as you walked out the door. “and snacks!”

You did as he said, grabbing the blankets from both your rooms and throwing them on the couch before scouring the kitchen for snacks. For someone as fit as Ivar, he had a huge junk food habit. You grabbed some chips, a bag of flavored popcorn and a handful of candy he had sitting in a little bowl on the counter. Whatever else he wanted, he would get himself. You queued up the movie and made yourself comfortable on the couch.

Ivar finally walked out, sadly now with a shirt covering his upper half. He wasn’t bad to look at, you had to admit. He smiled once he laid his eyes on you, you looked comfy under his blanket, on his couch. You hadn’t noticed him, as you were nose deep in your phone, presumably adding today’s movie to your list. The first day of the lockdown, you had decided that you were going to keep track of all the movies you watched for the next four weeks. He thought it was cute.

“Let’s start this!” Ivar startled you as he practically jumped on the couch, almost landing on you.

“Watch it,” You grumbled but there was a grin on your lips. “Don’t need to be crushed under all your weight.” You teased.

Ivar gasped dramatically and began his own form of torture which was of course tickling you. You let out squeals as his hands moved over your stomach and arms and neck. He couldn’t help but join in, your laughter was infectious. You managed to get out a breathless ‘truce’ which made him settle down.

“I hate you.” You huffed, wiping the tears that had escaped your eyes.

“You could never,” Ivar scoffed as he made himself comfortable on the couch. “Now press play.” He’d managed to get himself under your blanket even though there were others scattered around him. His arm rested on the back of the couch, near your shoulders. You hesitated, but eventually leaned into him and laid your head on his chest.

“You’re gonna love all these movies, I know it.” You promised.

Ivar hummed as he looked down, admiring how your eyes widened with excitement as the opening credits played. If there was one thing he loved, it was seeing you happy.

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andyet-here-we-are · 3 years ago

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I Would Get Into Millions of Accidents Just to See You, Chapter 3 (aka Nurse Geralt AU)

(Check the pinned post for the first two chapters please~)

The next day flows by in a blur for Geralt. He wakes up, takes a shower, prepares a quick but nutritious breakfast for Ciri, and makes oatmeal for himself.

On his way to the hospital, he thinks about Jaskier and wonders if he should call him now. He almost does that, but then he decides against it because he knows that Jaskier is busy having his fourth dream right now probably. It's too early to call him as much as he wants to do so.

His mind wanders on how cute Jaskier sounds when he is sleepy—when he has just woken up.

Cute, but also usually a bit grumpy even though he denies it with every inch of his being.

***

"That shouldn't be legal," is what Geralt thinks when he steps into the hospital room, unable to take his eyes off Jaskier's sleeping figure. "I can't believe I'm supposed to do that. God, have some mercy on me. I love my job, I really do, but it sucks big time sometimes. Why should I suffer this way?"

A moment later, he is well aware of how dramatic he is being, and how hard he frowns, making a source face. It's not like him to act like this at all.

Damn.

"That dramatic son of a flower must be rubbing off on me," annoyed at himself, he mumbles before he coughs as if that alone is enough to wake the musician up.

"Good morning," he tries when Jaskier doesn't wake up and slightly turns to the other side of his bed instead.

"Mr. Pankratz, it's your medicine time."

Jaskier slightly opens his eyes just to look at him this time, and the first thing he mumbles is: "What happened to your ears?" before closing his eyes again.

"What are you talking about?" The nurse questions, checking his ears with his free hand that isn't holding the medicine tray, wondering what he meant by that.

"Are you still asleep?"

"Yes... No. Maybe?" Jaskier mumbles again, half asleep as he rubs his eyes, trying to make sleepiness go away.

"You will have to pick one of them."

The musician opens his eyes after a while and smiles at Geralt.

"Morning. God, what a sight to wake up to."

Geralt must be used at this by now. Because whenever Geralt has to wake him up, no matter how much Jaskier complains at first most of the time, he always utters the same words eventually.

"What a sight to wake up to."

Yet, every time he does that, Geralt's heart flutters in his chest.

"You didn't sound too happy with my ears, though. What was that about?"

"Ah, about that. I had a dream that— promise you won't laugh?"

"Can't do."

"Anyway," Jaskier yawns and explains: "I had a dream that you were an... elf."

"I was a— what?" Geralt laughs.

"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh!" The musician stares at him like he is ready to kill him.

"I never said that," Geralt forces himself to stop laughing. "Well, that explains everything."

"Shh, stop interrupting me. It's mean."

"Sorry, I'm all ears. Not elf ears, though, sorry to disappoint you."

"Don't sweat it. Bad guys were trying to steal Mrs. Ansley's—who was a fairy, speaking of which—cookie recipe, which was also the key of a parallel universe, somehow. You were trying to protect the recipe, then puff. Some gingerbread men came out of nowhere to help you, but you tried to... eat them? Well, not just tried actually. You managed to eat their leader. Therefore they decided to join the dark side. Can't blame you, though. They looked pretty yummy. I was about to hop on my unicorn for help when you woke me up. A unicorn wearing a pasta costume. Pink pasta costume. Yeah, yeah, I know, that makes no sense, is there even a pink pasta costume?" He asks sleepily, raising an eyebrow. "Also, I had a magical lute, I think."

"You think that your whole dream makes sense, but just the pink pasta costume doesn't?"

"I've never seen a pink pasta costume, so..."

"Oh, sorry, right. I forgot you have seen everything else but that. The elf version of me, alive gingerbreads and all. My bad."

He chuckles at that lightly.

"Still more possible than a pink pasta costume."

"The most ridiculous dream you had this week might be this one so far."

Jaskier seemed to have taken it upon himself to tell Geralt about his dreams. This was the eighth dream he talked about this week, and it wasn't even Friday yet.

"It was like," he opens his arms wide as if he is presenting the name of his new song to the whole world, " 'Geralt and Jaskier in Wonderland' I blame the medicines. And you," he points at the nurse. "I also blame you. For looking like... " he then gestures at everything, "this."

"You blame me?" The other man snorts, amused. "If anything, you should blame yourself for having the wrong dream. Have you ever looked at yourself? You would make a good elf, not me. You are as bea— I mean, anyway, medicine time."

"I am what now? Wait, wait, wait, were you about to call me beautiful?"

"I was about to call you bearable, but then I thought that would be mean."

"I think you were about to call me beautiful, but then you thought 'That wouldn't be professional, you are his nurse,' or something along these lines. Also, that's not even how you start when you're about to say 'bearable' they are not even pronounced the— "

"That's not what happened."

"Nahh, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what happened, but eh, whatever helps you sleep at night, love."

"You're probably thinking you're still in 'Geralt and Jaskier in Wonderland', go back to sleep, you're delusional."

"I am so not! And that would be your problem even if I was. Wanna check my fever?" He says, giving the nurse a once-over, "I feel hot, suddenly."

"Well, that explains why you're delusional, doesn't it?" Geralt teases. "Take your medicine and you will be just fine."

Jaskier sighs and does as he is told.

"Geralt," Jaskier says before Geralt is about to leave, a grin on his face "I think you are 'bearable', too. "

***

Geralt means to call Jaskier.

He really does.

Yet, whenever he is about to call him, something comes up, and eventually, he just accepts that he is going to have to wait for his shift to be over.

For some reason, he doesn't want to call him and get interrupted after a minute.

And he doesn't want to send him a text, because he prefers hearing his angelic voice instead.

So, yeah. He is kind of stuck there for now.

***

Geralt finds Ciri laughing at her own joke as she watches The Office when he gets home, and this reminds him of Jaskier since that's something they both have in common. Once again, he finds himself thinking about the musician.

***

“Shit, it hurts,” Jaskier says, holding his chest.

“Maybe it’s the universe’s way to tell you to stop laughing at your own jokes.”

“Oh shut up, the universe can kiss my ass.”

“Seems like it prefers to kick your ass instead.”

That draws an annoyed laugh out of him, which makes him hiss in pain.

“It wouldn’t send me here if it was trying to kick my ass, Mr. Should Have Been A Model But Became A Nurse For Some Reason.”

“I can't believe you still keep using that silly nickname unironically. Don’t you think that it is a bit long?”

“You may be right. Hmm, I’ll just call you ‘Mr. Handsome Nurse,’ from now on.”

“Please don’t. No.”

“How about just ‘Handsome’ ?”

“Still no.”

“Why not? It’s just a fact. You wouldn’t get mad at someone if they would point at a yellow wall and call it a ‘yellow wall’ would you?”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“I see no differences.”

“Then you better get your eyes checked.”

“Speaking of which—” Jaskier reaches for his scratch book standing on the bedside table “can I borrow your eyes for a second?”

Geralt frowns, wondering what the musician is up to this time.

Jaskier opens his scratch book and stares in his eyes intently for a while and as he scribbles something. "Thanks," he says, "I just needed an accurate model of the stars."

"You know," the nurse shakes his head and answers smoothly: "you could just ask for a mirror."

Geralt can't help but smirk at his open-mouthed speechlessness.

***

He hears a familiar voice singing, and for a moment he is sure that he has finally gone insane.

Drying his hands on a washcloth, Geralt makes his way to the source of the voice, thinking "That must how Jerry feels when he follows the smell of a piece of cheese Tom tries to fool him with."

Jaskier's voice is irresistible to him, just like how cheese is irresistible to Jerry.

Absolutely irresistible, and hard to miss.

He could distinguish Jaskier's voice among all the rest if he heard it in a room filled with millions of men singing a song together.

This voice is coming from their living room. To be more specific, from Ciri's laptop—which she was supposed to use for searching her homework topic, but that can wait for now—

"Or I shall die," he hears Jaskier singing oh so sincerely and dramatically "or I shall die!"

"Dad! Please don't be mad, I swear to God I was going to start doing my homework, but—"

The first thing he does when he sits on the couch next to his daughter is grabbing the laptop and rewinding the video to the start. He then checks if the volume is at maximum.

"Shhh," he gestures, all of his attention is on the video he is watching.

He doesn't even realize that he takes a deep breath as soon as he sees the musician's face appear in front of him on the screen before Jaskier even starts singing.

He is as beautiful as ever in his ridiculous mint green shirt that he left the first four buttons undone.

It has cactus patterns on it.

Geralt can't help but wonder if Jaskier wearing this shirt is actually some kind of a secret message to him and him only.

Didn't he say that Geralt was just like a cactus?

"...prickly on the outside sometimes, but soft on the inside? A cactus in the desert.”

His words. Not Geralt's.

What does that even mean then? Something like "I wanna wear you on me like a shirt?"

Okay, he should probably stop because he is reading too much into this and—

"Anyway, so, this song goes to the cruel man who made me want to buy this shirt because it reminded me of him. You know who you are,"

Geralt's breath hitches.

He is not reading too much into this.

If anything, it's vice versa, because Jaskier dedicated a song to him.

Jaskier is thinking about him, too.

Thinking about him too much that he has decided he should dedicate a song to him.

The scene splits into five and one of the boxes on the screen shows Jaskier playing the piano, while in the other he plays the lute occasionally, violin in another one, and accordion in the other one. And in the other, he sings.

Good God. Is there anything this man cannot do?—Besides picking names for babies maybe, since picking names is definitely isn't his strong suit.—

"I tell myself what's done is done

I tell myself don't be a fool

Play the field have a lot of fun

It's easy when you play it cool"

"Does this mean he gave up on me because he got fed up with waiting for my call?" he thinks. But then again, why would he sing a song for him if he gave up?

While watching the video, Geralt is well aware of the fact that he will watch this video again and again and will take special care of each Jaskier— making sure not to miss even the tiniest of the mimic and gesture he does.

"I tell myself don't be a chump

Who cares, let him stay away

That's when the phone rings and I jump

And as I grab the phone I pray

Let it please be him, oh dear God

It must be him or I shall die

Or I shall die"

He was right, this isn't a song that screams: "I'm giving up." Thank God it isn't. Jaskier puts his hand on his chest as he sings, and Ciri sighs next to Geralt, resting her head on his shoulder as she watches the video with him.

"Oh hello, hello my dear God

It must be him but it's not him

And then I die

That's when I die"

That dramatic son of a flower actually flings himself into an armchair.

"After a while, I'm myself again

I take the pieces off the floor

Put my heart on the shelf again

You'll never hurt me anymore"

While he sings the "put my heart on the shelf again" he puts a heart sculpture on his bookshelf with a serious look and frown on his face. He might have got this heart sculpture just for this video for all Geralt knows.

"I'm not a puppet on a string,"

At this point, Geralt wouldn't be surprised to see actual strings attached to the musician's body just so he could cut the strings. He really wouldn’t be surprised, at all.

Because Jaskier is that extra most of the time.

And Geralt loves that about him.

"I'll find somebody else someday

That's when the phone rings, and once again

I start to pray

Let it please be him, oh dear God

It must be him, it must be him

or I shall die, or I shall die"

The musician's voice goes up effortlessly into an unreachable octave as he sings the last part, and it's impossible not to be impressed.

But then again, the man puts his heart into everything he does, therefore even doing something like folding a simple frog origami seems impressive when he is the one who's doing it, let alone singing as perfectly as this.

He then slowly walks towards the camera as the other boxes disappear and that one takes over the screen.

"Seriously though," he makes an aggressive 'call me' gesture, and the scene fades to black after that.

"Whoever keeps Jaskier waiting must be crazy," Ciri comments and gave a snort of disapproval and frustration. "He must care about this idiot of a guy a lot if he sings for him like this. What a jabroni. It would take him only a minute to call him."

"Ciri!"

"What? I'm right."

"That's not a nice thing to say," Geralt warns as he hands the laptop back to his daughter.

"I'm surprised that you watched the full thing, by the way. Actually, you don't seem too annoyed with me watching his videos nowadays, and you seemed quite interested in this one."

"I just love Vikki Carr," Geralt says. He has seen the title of the video, after all, so he knew this was a cover of her song. "I've wondered how he sang this song."

"Name five Vikki Carr songs then."

Geralt doesn't know five Vikki Carr songs— he can't even name two, let alone five.

"Okay, I think that's enough fun for you today," the nurse pretends not to have heard his daughter. "Do your homework while I go out to get some milk."

"We have milk at home."

"No, we don't."

"I put it in the fridge myself just this morning, so yeah, we do."

"We're out of these cookies you love, though."

"I thought you said they consumed way too much sugar so we were going to come up with a healthy and as I've read from your invisible subtitles, also probably boring recipe we can make together this weekend?"

"I— God, you ask a lot of questions today." Geralt whispers tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting Ciri's "boring recipe" comment slide.

Fuck him for not saying "I'm gonna go get some groceries," instead.

"I just asked one question, but okay. So? You changed your mind?"

"Yeah, I changed my mind, just for one more week, you can have it."

"Really?! Thanks!"

"Anything you want, pumpkin. Alright, I'm off!"

Geralt ruffles her hair before he grabs his wallet, keys, and most importantly, his phone.

Just before he closes the door, he can hear Jaskier's voice coming from the living room once again.

He cannot blame Ciri at all.

***

"If this is another spam call and not the important call I've been waiting for I swear on all my lute strings that I'll crush that damn phone on the ground and dance upon its bloody ruins! Actually, no, wait, that would mean the possibility of missing the call I've been waiting for, but you got my point."

As soon as Jaskier answers his call and starts talking, he feels like all the tiredness of the day disappears. Jaskier's voice manages to do that even when he is simply busy telling him off, having no idea who he is talking to.

He can see that Ciri was right. He is an idiot for waiting for the right time.

"I'm seriously so sick of—"

Geralt finally cuts him off by saying: "Wow, I wouldn't wanna be a scammer or something right now, you aggressive Dandelion."

"Wait a second, this voice— Geralt?! Is that really you? Oh my God, you finally ca— I mean—"

Jaskier coughs as if he tries not to sound too excited, "Heey, the best nurse in the existence," Geralt can almost see his flirty frowning, yes, he manages to make even frowning look flirty for crying out loud, "How's it hanging?" he asks, his voice sounds deep, lazy, and dare he say, sensual.

"I should be asking you the same question. Are you still praying by the phone?"

"Someone does stalk me on social media, I see."

"And someone sings a song and makes a pretty impressive video clip for me, I see. My daughter was watching it, and that's how I found out about it. Just for your information."

"So you're not the one who stalks me online. It's Ciri," Jaskier says, and the fact that he remembers Ciri's name warms up Geralt's heart if he's being honest. "Sweet. Cool. Cool. I'm not hurt by that at all."

"Well..."

"Would you die if you let me be happy for just a moment? Not that I'm not happy to know that your daughter still watches my videos, but it would be nice to hear that you were the one who checked my account willingly."

"I'm sure I would see your video today anyway. Maybe it wouldn't be that soon, I admit, but I would see it."

"Is that so?"

"It is so."

Silence.

But it isn't an uncomfortable one.

"Did you really find it impressive?" Jaskier asks, his voice is full of hope and happiness.

"Well—"

"Nah, I know it's impressive, forget that I asked," he lets out a long sigh, "If I knew making a video clip for you would make you call me right away, I would do that earlier. Were you playing 'hard to get' or something? You know... I find it kinda cruel to make someone who just got out of the hospital keep waiting on the phone for so long. For your information, that 'kinda' is kinda unnecessary here maybe. I call it 'the polite kinda'. Or 'the unnecessary kinda'. "

The next moment, Jaskier's playful tone leaves its place to a caring, worried one as he keeps talking: "If something is going wrong with your life, I take it back though. Ignore everything I said in that case. Is everything okay? Are you okay?"

"Ah, about that— Don't worry, everything is alright," Geralt replies, "I was thinking about calling you today, but I couldn't quite find the time. I know that's not an excuse, and I know I could call you earlier, but I didn't want to call you only to say 'I have to hang up,' a minute later."

"I’m happy to hear that nothing is wrong. And well, even that would be better than leaving me hanging. Or a simple 'Hey, the best patient ever' text would do. You took so long that I would be lying if I said I didn't think about getting involved in another accident."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"I would get into millions of accidents just to see you, Geralt. Provided that I could have you as my nurse every time, of course. What's the point otherwise? I'm not a masochist."

"Such a flatterer you are, Mr. Pan—"

"I'm not trying to flatter you. Cross my heart and hope do die, I'm just scattering the facts around like they are glitters. Or cake sprinkles."

"God forbid! Accidents, death... Aren't we gonna talk about nice things at all?"

"I've been waiting for you to call me forever. I have every right to be bitter about it."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. How about I start making up to you, starting now?"

"Sounds like you have something in your mind, Mr. Handsome Nurse."

"I do, indeed. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Does strawberry yogurt count as dinner?"

"I highly doubt it. You were complaining about hospital food, and yet that's what you choose to have for dinner?"

"I've never said I count yogurt as quality dinner, but it's still better than the things you dare to serve people as 'food', I should admit, I thought you already came to terms with—"

"Maybe you should come over so I can show you how a proper, nice dinner looks like. I'm not half bad at cooking."

Jaskier is silent on the other end of the line.

"Are you still there?" Geralt asks finally, "I'm sorry if this was too forward of me or too soon, I just thought it could be nice. You could meet Ciri too, that way."

"No! Yeah! I mean—" if Geralt didn't imagine it, Jaskier sighs and murmurs an angry 'get it together you dumbass,' to himself before he continues talking. "Yes, I'm still here. No, this wasn't too forward of you. I was just taken aback a little bit, sorry. I mean, not every day a handsome nurse who I've been waiting for his call for a decade calls and invites me over for dinner. I'd love that, Geralt."

"I'll send you the address, then." Geralt checks his watch, it's nearly 6 p.m. "Is eight okay for you?"

"Sure, that should be fine. Hey, Ciri still doesn't know, right?"

"I don't think I need to answer that."

"Huh? Why is that?"

"Don't you think she would just grab my phone and call you herself if she knew? Or reaching out to you on every social media possible? Shouting from the rooftops, even?"

"She really likes me that much?"

"She just called me, I quote, an 'idiot', 'crazy', and 'jabroni' after watching your video, so..."

"She did what?!"

"I mean, not directly at me since she doesn't know I'm the 'him' in the 'it must be him', but still."

"Seems to me like you're in big trouble here."

"Don't even remind me about it."

"I'd be lying if I said that doesn't put some pressure on me though. I mean... What if she doesn't like me?"

"Wha— Ciri already adores you. She adores you so much that it's annoying sometimes."

"It's impossible not to like you," is on the tip of his langue.

"They say never meet your heroes. What if when she actually meets me, she goes 'Meh, that's it?' What if I disappoint her somehow?"

"Worrying about earth getting invaded by the aliens in pink pasta costumes and tutus would much more sense compared to this. Believe me."

Jaskier laughs at that, but Geralt can still sense that he is not completely convinced.

"If you say so."

"I know so, Jaskier. I know so."

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