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joequiinn · 4 months ago

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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 12

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Story Summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to it…

notes & tropes: fem reader, slooow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, dysfunctional family dynamics, idiots-to-lovers

a/n: We're back people!!! This chapter has some big ol' drama that I wasn't expecting to write, but boy do I love every moment of it. This is also a little heavy on the ~*~ice princess family lore~*~, so... sorrynotsorry, I guess? This stemmed from my friend and I bemoaning people being mad at ice princess, and then the idea spiralled from there. Can't wait to see what y'all think!

wc: 8.0k

Chapter Twelve

Waking up to the sunlight streaming in through a window, you grunted in annoyance at its offending rays - you always loathed waking up with the sun, preferring all curtains to be drawn while you slept. Your ears began to instantly ring with a headache, and you burrowed deeper into the blankets, curling into a tight ball and twisting your face into a childish furrow.

God, you felt awful. Not even conscious for a full minute, and you already felt like complete shit; this hangover was instantly relentless, drumming in your skull and causing intense pressure behind your eyes. You were so not looking forward to the rest of the day - just your luck, you’d be battling this hangover well into the evening, hell, maybe even into tomorrow.

You realized amidst your suffering that you weren’t lying in your comfortable bed, the surface beneath you too rigid and bumpy, the blankets too scratchy, the pillow too flat. Considering that you were out at a party all night, you weren’t at all surprised that you ended up asleep elsewhere, so you didn’t bother opening your eyes to gauge your surroundings. No, your only concern right now was getting at least a few more hours of shut eye, but the aching of your body and the pressure in your skull was sure to deprive you of that small joy.

With incoherent grumbles and sighs, you tried to get comfortable again, but everything was working against you - the material of your clothes was suddenly unbearable, the makeshift bed you were in was rock hard, the sunlight was too bright despite the blankets pulled over your head. This was going to be absolutely unbearable. You knew better than to drink that much, and yet you did it anyway, like you always seemed to.

Hell, you couldn’t even remember anything past your impromptu walk with Eddie. You vaguely recalled dragging him to his feet and insisting that you needed to work off some of your energy and clear your head, and apparently drunk-you decided a hike around the lake was the best way to manage that. You could remember snippets of the walk - you were sure you spoke about your parents, that at some point you two sat alone by the bonfire. But everything from that point on was completely lost to you - you’d have to ask Eddie to fill in the blanks, unless he was also so drunk that he forgot what happened.

As you thought about your partner-in-crime, your expression furrowed thoughtfully, so with an exhausted sigh, you stuck your head out of the blankets just enough to open your eyes and peer around. For a few long moments, your vision was just a blur, the glare of the sunlight proving to be anything but helpful; once your eyes had finally adjusted, you were staring at a wall - more specifically, the interior of Eddie’s van.

You two slept in the van? Shit, that explained why your body was so achy, you had barely any cushion between you and the rough metal floor. With another histrionic sigh, you attempted to roll onto your back, but your shoulder almost immediately met Eddie’s solid body, preventing you from moving. So, instead, you turned your head to look at him, the two of you practically nose-to-nose. Despite yourself, your cheeks grew a touch warm; you weren’t quite spooning, but you may as well have been considering how close you were, how Eddie’s legs curled up a little behind yours.

Given your proximity, it was challenging to even get a good look at Eddie’s face, but you nonetheless studied him for a brief couple of moments - his curls were in his face again, tempting you to push them back, but his expression seemed restful. As you stared at him, the assault of your hangover faded away for a split second, but it just as quickly came back, the drumming in your skull growing more aggressive. Your face twisted again as you turned forward, trying to settle back down under the blankets as your brain rattled. As you curled the sheets around you, you accidentally bumped Eddie with both your shoulder and your rear, your heel booting him in the shin, but he didn’t stir even slightly at any of the disturbances. So, you relaxed with a deep sigh, allowing yourself to rest back against him.

Eddie’s steady breathing against your ear was surprisingly perfect white noise, your eyes fluttering shut as your body slowly relaxed. Despite the headache and the ringing ears, you managed to fall asleep again in a huddle of blankets and limbs beside him.

The rest felt short-lived, however, with Eddie eventually jolting awake, as if he’d been falling in a dream. The sudden motion, of course, awoke you instantly, and with a startled look you turned towards Eddie, your head spinning wildly from the quick motion; you squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your hands to your head as you waited for your brain to settle back down. Once you opened your eyes again, you met Eddie’s confused gaze; your close proximity caused his eyes to cross briefly as he focused on you, and you watched as the cogs slowly turned in his head. Despite how deeply he’d been sleeping, he still looked exhausted.

“You okay?” You asked hoarsely, cringing at the sound of your own quiet voice. Eddie still seemed confused for a moment, but he nodded slowly, looking around the van with a furrow that suggested his ears were ringing just as badly as yours.

Eddie slumped back onto his makeshift pillow with a moan, closing his eyes as his breathing mellowed out. You lazily leaned your head against his shoulder, your slow inhales and exhales beginning to synchronize with his as you stared up at the ceiling. You could feel his body tense a little, so you shuffled away a few inches - you were never a touchy person to begin with, so that small act of leaning against him was strange even to you.

For a few long minutes, you both lied there in silence, neither of you quite ready to act human considering your hangovers. You eventually looked at Eddie again, watching his expression - he’d go from calm to afflicted, from disoriented to content. He most definitely wasn’t doing good right now, and he was probably trying to recall the missing parts of the evening as well.

You inhaled deeply as Eddie finally turned his head to look at you again, his expression contemplative as he studied you. The corner of your mouth pulled up in a lazy smirk, causing Eddie to stare thoughtfully at your lips long enough that it made you squirm. You bit the inside of your cheek, growing edgy under the acuteness of Eddie’s eyes; there was something about his stare that was a little too intense for your liking, so you looked away again to calm yourself.

“Hungover?” Your voice croaked again, but you felt the need to say something - Eddie being quiet was uncommon, and in this moment it made you a little anxious. Eddie simply hummed in confirmation, the sound gravelly much like his morning voice. You took a breath, feeling mild annoyance although you knew it was unwarranted, “Me too.”

Eddie’s gaze still burnt into you, and it was beginning to grow irritating - again, you shouldn’t have let his silence bother you, but there was something about it that you didn’t like. Or maybe you were just feeling bitchy because you were hungover. So, with a tired frown, you looked back at Eddie, giving him something of an irked look. He seemed to realize it was in reaction to his silence, so his expression softened as he took a moment to collect himself.

“Sorry…” He grumbled in a small tone.

You offered a grin, unable to stay annoyed with Eddie considering that you both felt like total crap right now. But nonetheless there was a tension between you two that you couldn’t quite place, so you attempted to tease, “You get grouchy after a night of drinking?”

Eddie smiled back, although the look didn’t quite reach his eyes, which flicked back down to your lips, “I think I drank my weight in booze.”

Your smile grew a little wider. You pressed the palms of your hands onto your forehead as if that would alleviate some of the hangover pains you were feeling, closing your eyes again, “Then I must’ve had double mine.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh, and you two lied there in silence for a few long beats.

“Why are we in the van?” You asked while opening your eyes, though you kept your hands hovering over them as if to block out the sun. A surprised confusion crossed Eddie’s face, a reaction that felt a little bigger than necessary considering your seemingly harmless question.

He licked his chapped lips, blinking rapidly as he tried to mask his befuddlement, “You don’t… remember last night?”

There was hesitation in the way he asked the question, and your brow knotted as you studied his face for a few moments. You didn’t always drink so much that it led to memory loss, but when it did, you were generally left in utter confusion, especially once you were told all the ridiculous things you may or may not have done while intoxicated.

“Last thing I remember was… walking? We went on a walk or something, right?” Eddie nodded, the despondent look in his eyes nearly distracting. As you considered it, worry washed over you, and you felt embarrassed without knowing the reason why, “Oh god, don’t tell me I did something stupid. Your face is saying I did something stupid.”

At that comment, Eddie’s cheeks grew pink, and the quick shake of his head wasn’t particularly convincing even as he answered, “Nothing stupid.” You narrowed your eyes a little, so he nervously elaborated, “We talked a lot. Probably about stuff you wouldn’t have said sober.”

You hissed under your breath, knowing that you could be a handful when you drank. You looked up at Eddie through your lashes, tempted to ask for him to explain what exactly you talked about, but at the same time you weren’t sure if you actually wanted to hear. At least not yet. The knowing look in Eddie’s eyes suggested that he remembered nearly everything about last night, but wasn’t about to share unless asked. So, of course, you assumed the worst of yourself, trying to go down the list of all the wild things you’ve done in the past during a night of drinking - did you repeat any of those habits, or did you do something worse?

With a sigh, you tugged the blanket back up over your head, as if hiding would relieve you of the shame you may have caused yourself last night. You heard Eddie laugh to himself at the action, and although he couldn’t see your face you glared in his general direction.

“You really don’t remember anything?” Eddie asked as if he were seeking a specific response, clearly aware of something you weren’t; hell, there was almost something downcast about the question. You slowly pulled the blanket down far enough to expose your eyes, looking at Eddie in question.

“Why’d you ask it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re not telling me something important.” You narrowed your eyes in scrutiny, trying to gauge Eddie’s reaction to your words. He was doing his best to play it cool, something that could’ve fooled you only a couple of weeks ago. But you’d learned enough about Eddie at this point, and when he scratched the back of his neck it confirmed that he was feeling a little edgy right now - so, that definitely was a nervous habit of his.

With a set jaw, Eddie gave you a convincing look, “Nothing to do with you.”

Your brows went up as if to ask “really” and Eddie matched the expression, an insistence in his gaze, evidently wanting you to drop the subject. As if to put you at ease, he smirked a little, and although you may not have entirely believed him, you also didn’t want to think that Eddie would lie to you about it. So, you accepted his answer, sighing tiredly as you disappeared under the blankets again; your body felt so damn heavy, and your head was spinning again.

“God, I wish I could lie here all fucking day.” You grumbled, your voice muffled slightly by the layers on top of you. You just knew that the moment you tried to sit up or move, you’d feel queasy and the drums in your head would become unbearably aggressive. Maybe you could convince Eddie to just stay here in the damn van, maybe you two could just sleep off your hangovers; you’d both probably be better for it.

Eddie shuffled around next to you; it seemed like he was also getting comfortable again, but you couldn’t be quite sure. He pulled at the blankets until he was under them with you, lying on his side and tenting the sheets with his hand so that he could continue looking at you. The lazy, tired smile on his face made you feel warm, and you nearly laughed at how silly and intimate this felt - the two of you hiding out under the sheets as if that would keep the world from ever disturbing you again. You rolled onto your side to face him, studying him as he studied you, his dark eyes continuing to linger on your lips.

“We can lie here all fucking day.” Eddie repeated your words reassuringly, causing you to grin back as your body relaxed.

“Then we’re going to - I feel like shit.” You answered while snuggling into your pillow, closing your eyes while attempting to get comfortable.

“You and me both, princess.” Eddie muttered back, as if he, too, was trying to mellow out enough to fall asleep again.

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Considering that you had no idea when you woke up the first time, it was absolutely disorienting to wake up again around mid-afternoon. You’d managed to sleep most of the day away, something you’d almost never done before. Both you and Eddie were begrudging the fact that you had to return to reality, that you had to act human again and get yourselves home. You tried not to think about the lecture you’d get from your parents or how your head was still pounding or how you somehow had to be functional enough to go back to school tomorrow. All of these things were easy to ignore as you two lied there in the back of the van for a little while longer; it wasn’t until Eddie finally backed out of Rick’s driveway and began the trek back to your place that the dread began to set in.

Despite fearing you’d puke all over yourself now that you were in motion, you managed to keep it down, although Eddie had to pull over for you once when the nausea got particularly nasty. As you took deep breaths to compose yourself, you’d wished that the two of you had the forethought to grab some water and aspirin from Rick’s before leaving. As if reading your mind, Eddie pulled into a gas station a few minutes later and quickly ran in to grab bottled water, which you both promptly chugged down.

The drive was otherwise passed in relative silence - you were both fighting your headaches, so that was reason enough to stay quiet, but there was also something you observed in Eddie’s energy that seemed disinterested in conversation. You certainly weren’t going to push it, at least not today, but there was an uncharacteristic standoffishness about him that you couldn’t ignore, that got you wondering what was going on in his head. You kept staring at him, trying to recall anything about last night that could have put him in a mood, but your mind was drawing a complete, frustrating blank.

As Eddie drove through your neighborhood, a wave of disappointment washed over you - you really weren’t in the mood to face your parents, already knowing it would be bad. When Eddie picked you up last night, you practically sprinted out the door, avoiding the both of them out of fear that they wouldn’t let you go to this party. At the time, you didn’t care that you’d eventually be confronted with questions on your whereabouts, but now that it was nearly upon you, you were absolutely dreading it, cursing your past-self for putting you in this position.

So, when Eddie pulled in front of your driveway and you saw your uncle’s car there, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach, the ringing in your ears escalating to an unbearable tone. Tom’s car meant that whatever was about to happen was far worse than you were expecting. He never came around the house on Sundays, those were his days for golfing or fishing or some equally as dumb “man” hobby; if he was here, then it meant your mom must have called him, probably in a melodramatic panic about your running off last night.

As you stared at the vehicle, your dread mounting as you began to feel queasy again, Eddie spared you a confused look, identifying your worry almost immediately. He gave your shoulder a light nudge to draw your attention back, and head-on you looked even more trepidatious than he originally thought.

“I think I’m about to be in deep shit.” You said plainly, trying to mask your hesitation. Eddie’s face twisted with confusion, obviously not aware of what you were referring to, but being nonetheless concerned for you.

“Want me to just drive off?” Eddie joked in a measly effort to put you at ease. Unfortunately, it didn’t work in the slightest, no matter how badly you wanted it to. Your brows rose in warning.

“That’s my uncle’s car.” His face dropped into a similarly worried expression, looking quickly between you and the house.

“Shit.” He didn’t need you to explain any further - having encountered your uncle while the man was on-duty, Eddie was more than aware of the kind of imposing jackass he could be.

And that didn’t even take into account how much you personally detested Tom - you loathed him for the way he talked down to you, the way he pretended to tease you when in reality he was just being cruel. Since your fourteenth or maybe fifteenth birthday, you’d made every effort to ignore him or make excuses whenever he was around; he was absolutely unbearable. How your mother could stand growing up with him, you’d never know, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

As you watched Eddie - who continued to stare at the house in consideration - he suddenly hissed and shrank down in his seat, clearly being spotted by someone. You whipped your gaze back towards your house, spotting your uncle Tom in the front window with his arms crossed, clearly watching the two of you with a critical eye. You, too, couldn’t help but shrink in your seat a little, although you knew it wouldn’t do you any good.

“If I’m not at school tomorrow, assume I’m dead.” You cracked without even a hint of humor in your voice, sharing a fearful look with Eddie. You began to adjust your belongings in your arms, readying to open the door, but Eddie’s arm shot across your front to stop you, his hand resting gently atop your collarbone.

“Are you going to be okay?” You were nearly dumbfounded by the level of concern in his voice, as if somehow he knew all the unsaid hatred and fear you had of your uncle. For a few long moments, you and Eddie simply stared at each other, and you gave him an almost sad look.

“I have to be.” You responded simply, putting your hand on his arm and lowering it away from you, “Get going, Eddie, I don’t want him dragging you into this.”

“I’m supposed to just leave you to the vultures?” He was about to say something more, but his eyes flicked past you and out the window, his skin paling a little in alarm. Without looking back, your heart started pounding rapidly - you knew for a fact Eddie was looking at Tom right now.

Before you could turn to look, the passenger door was yanked open, taking you by surprise as a meaty hand grabbed your elbow. You let out an affronted sound as you steadied yourself so you wouldn’t fall right on your ass, Eddie practically leaping across the seat to assist you.“Get the hell outta here, kid.” Tom’s aggressive tone addressed Eddie as if he were scrum, while you were all too easily pulled from the vehicle. You let out a sound of frustration, yanking yourself from his hold and shaking your arm of the slight pain he caused you. You whipped around to glare at Tom, pressing back against the side of the passenger seat to keep as much distance between you two as possible.

“You can’t just drag me out of a fucking car!” You nearly surprised yourself with your fiery tone, though you seemed to always resort to aggression these days, not nearly as level headed as you once were. Tom, too, gave you a provoked look that made you shrink just a little.

“Do you know how worried your parents were!?” He retorted, his fists tightly clenched at his sides, “Another hour and we were gonna report you as a missing person to the police!” His eyes flicked back towards Eddie, making you wish you could stand tall between them like a human shield, “And you. The hell are you doing hanging around with my niece? What, being a little punk at the station isn’t enough for you?”

You spun around to give Eddie a warning look, hoping that maybe he’d speed out of here before things inevitably got ugly between you and your family, “Eddie, get out of here, please.”

He’d been staring boldly at your uncle, doing his best to hide his alarm and unease. At your insistent request, he met your eyes with a seriousness that took you by surprise, “Like hell I’m gonna leave.”

Your heart skipped anxiously, your gaze almost pleading with Eddie - this wasn’t his battle to fight, this wasn’t his problem to fix. You just wanted him to go, to pretend he wasn’t seeing the skeletons in your family closet; for a second, you felt shame that he was seeing this part of your life that you so carefully kept to yourself.

“Get in the house.” Tom spoke between his teeth, and you couldn’t help the scoff in your throat as you looked back up at him.

“You don’t have any say in what I do.” Beyond his shoulder, you could see your parents on the front step, your father with one foot forward as if prepared to approach you any minute now. Your mother stood back, biting her nails on one hand while looking around nervously, as if fearful that neighbors may be watching, “Look, I’m home, I’m fine, so will you get over it?”

“That attitude isn’t going to fly with me.” Tom’s voice was laced with venom as he crossed his arms as if to become even more imposing, “Do you know how many stupid girls go missing all because they don’t tell their families where they’re going?”

You rolled your eyes, your gaze darting between Tom and your father, who was finally walking towards you.

“I’m not a stupid girl, and I wasn’t gonna go missing.” You said insistently; at that same moment, you heard Eddie’s door open and slam shut, causing you to panic yet again. You shoved past your uncle as you saw Eddie rounding the van in your peripheral vision. You quickly put yourself between him and your family, your back to them as you put your hands up to Eddie’s shoulders, “Please don’t…”

You weren’t sure what you thought Eddie was going to do, but it nonetheless had you worried. Your family was too temperamental, too cruel, and you didn’t want him to bear the brunt of it. He didn’t need to do any of this, didn’t need to help you, and his insistence on staying with you was causing far too much confusion in your head right now.

The worried look in his eyes were nearly staggering as he looked down at you, “I can’t just let you take this--”

“All this fuss for him?” Your father’s accusatory voice forced you to turn around again, meeting his harsh glare. With all this chaos going on, you were getting fucking dizzy. Your father made a disappointed sound, shaking his head, “I don’t believe this… Are you just doing this to upset us? You run around without telling us where you are, you skip school, you talk back - all because of some drug dealing satanic punk?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, an exasperated, pissed off sound as you threw back your head at the ridiculous generalization of the man standing behind you, “Eddie’s the most harmless person I’ve ever met. You should be more worried about him than Eddie.”

Your eyes shot towards Tom, your brows practically pointing at him with accusation. The look on his face was condescending in response, and you crossed your arms in frustration as you glared at your father again.

“Don’t be so naive.” Your uncle said cruelly, but you didn’t dare look at him again, “You’ve already upset your parents enough, but you just keep pushing. You wouldn’t be nearly so lucky if you were my kid.”

Your father shared a glance with Tom beforing looking back at you, his eyes quickly zeroing in on Eddie instead. He took an assertive step forward while pointing his finger harshly at Eddie; you took a step back, bumping into Eddie, who put his hands on the back of your arms to steady you.

“What could you and my daughter possibly have in common? What is it about you that has her so possessed that she’s insistent on acting like this?”

“Will you just leave him alone!” You interjected before Eddie could answer, again wishing that he wasn’t involved in this. Your father’s dark eyes returned to yours, “Have any of you considered he’s not at fault? Maybe I’m tired of how boring my life is and he makes it more fun than it’s been in years?”

“‘Fun.’” Your father repeated with a mocking huff.

“You couldn’t have chosen someone ‘fun’ who isn’t a degenerate?” Tom chimed in snidefully.

“As if anyone else in this town even comes close.” You reply harshly, your eyes cruel and intense, “None of you can scare me into listening to you, you know.”

You stare smartly at your uncle, making it clear his presence wasn’t appreciated; he simply stared back challengingly, a mean smirk pulling at his lips.

He leveled Eddie with a condescending look, “Let’s hope you don’t get pulled over next time I’m on duty, Munson.”

“Don’t fucking bother him.” You whined in exasperation, your head throbbing from the migraine that had rapidly grown during the course of this fight. You clenched your eyes shut as if to block it out, but that only seemed to make you feel worse.

Your mother’s voice surprised you, having not realized that she came to join you at the end of the driveway; her skittish body had been hidden by your father and uncle, “Can we all please calm down and just talk? It doesn’t have to get ugly like this.”

Her gaze looked between you and Eddie with worry; when her gaze lingered on him, she nearly looked apologetic, as if she, too, was embarrassed by him seeing the family like this.

“There’s nothing more to talk about.” You responded, but your voice was weaker, the hangover finally catching up with you. It felt like your head was spinning as you tried to just focus on your mother, your hands grasping at air as if to center yourself. You felt Eddie’s hands tighten on your arms a little, as if he could tell how you were feeling.

“Oh, this conversation is far from over.” Your father said coldly, staring at Eddie with all the disappointment he could muster, “No daughter of mine is going to keep hanging around a kid like you, so get the hell out of here before things get worse.”

The threat caused your temper to flare, and before you could stop yourself you took a step towards your father and gave him a rough shove, “What is your problem!?”

He stumbled, but steady himself with ease, the dangerous glare in his eyes nearly frightening you. Tom put an arm out to catch your father should he need to, taking a dangerous step towards you. Again, your head spun, this time accompanied by nausea that forced you to gasp for air. You pressed a hand to your forehead as if that would somehow help, doubling over with your other hand on your knee.

“Oh, god, honey.” Your mother’s voice leapt with concern as Eddie put a hand to the small of your back while the other carefully gripped your arm. You could hear voices overlapping as you tried to breathe, but it became impossible to focus as your stomach turned on you, only about to make out Eddie’s stressed voice demanding that everyone stop.

You heaved up mostly liquid and bile, the contents of your stomach splashing onto Tom’s shoes and the pavement. You struggled to breathe as snot and tears started to stream down your face, pathetic little sounds leaving your mouth between spurts of puke as your back arched like a cat. You could feel Eddie’s hand on your arm keeping you steady, shouting something at your family that you weren’t aware enough to hear, although you thought you’d heard something along the lines of “back the fuck up.” You watched as your uncle leapt back, feet and ankles filthy, his voice also shouting something unintelligible.

When you finally had a chance to breathe, you looked around at your family from your hunched position, your gaze venomous even as saliva dribbled down your chin. The feeling of Eddie’s hands kept you secured as you slowly came back to yourself, easing back up to full height with shaking breaths.

“Get me outta here, Eddie.” Your defeated tone was in stark contrast to the dark glare you shot each member of your family. You started to look up at Eddie, but quickly turned away, feeling too disgusting right now to look him in the eye. Without hesitation, he guided you back to the passenger door, making sure he was between you and your family, who actually appeared to be giving you space for the first time in this entire argument.

Once you were back in your seat and Eddie slammed the door, you watched him round over to his side, keeping his complete attention on your angry family as if he were worried they might jump in front of the van. Just in case, you reached out and locked your door, taking in the looks on everyone’s faces through the strands of hair that had fallen in your face - your father looked stunned, your mother hurt, and your uncle angry as he tried to shake the puke from his shoes.

As Eddie sped off, you wiped your chin with the back of your hand, as revolting as it felt to do. You stared at the dashboard, becoming lost in thought as your head spun, your vision blurring as you zoned out. You ran your fingers under your eyes, trying to catch any stray tears that may still be lingering there, sniffling smally in a measly attempt to regain your composure.

From the corner of your eye, you could tell Eddie kept looking over at you every time he came to a stop sign or got caught at a red light. But you refused to meet his gaze, refused to let him see just how fucking pathetic you felt right now. No one saw the ugliness of your family - none of your old friends, none of your exes. No, you all kept it a secret, pretended to be a good little cookie-cutter family when others were around, so for Eddie to be the one to actually see through the cracks dared to make you feel sick all over again.

“I’m sorry…” You muttered quietly, eyes staring ahead of you without actually seeing. Eddie sighed deeply, but you continued to keep your gaze off of him.

“You don’t have to apologize for a damn thing.” He answered, his voice equally as quiet, although stronger than yours. You were tempted to look at him, but you settled for just watching him from the corner of your eye, letting your hair act as a shield between you.

You pressed your lips tightly together, struggling to find your words, “That was fucking embarrassing; you didn’t need to see that.”

A long stretch of silence passed between you two, long enough that you finally dared to turn your attention to Eddie. His jaw was clenched and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his eyes looking even darker than they already were.

He couldn’t possibly be so worked up for you, could he? The thought was unfathomable, and you instantly felt undeserving of it. You never let people close enough to worry about you like this, and you loathed the idea that Eddie was pitying you, feeling sorry for you.

Just as he turned his head to look at you, you whipped your gaze forward again nervously, the back of your neck warm.

“Is that the shit you deal with?” He asked, voice both angry and sad. When you didn’t respond, he added, “There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about.”

You could tell there was so much more that Eddie would have liked to say - the way he kept working his jaw, kept opening his mouth only to snap it shut again. His mind must have been going a thousand miles per hour, and yet he couldn’t seem to say a single thing. Much like you, although you felt more as if your brain had turned on you, as if you were so worked up and frightened of being emotional that everything within you simply turned off.

Although you hadn’t given Eddie a destination to drive to, you were nonetheless a little surprised that you ended up back at his place. You simply stared at the trailer as Eddie climbed out of the van, coming back around to your side and opening the door for you; it took you another few moments before you slid out of the seat, fussing to keep your skirt in place. God, you couldn’t wait to take off this damn outfit; it was cute yesterday, when you were excited to go to a party, but today it was simply annoying and burdensome.

Eddie led you inside, his hands hovering just a couple inches from you as if he were worried you were some fragile porcelain doll. A part of you hated it, but a larger part of you was still shocked at just how kind he was being towards you, even after seeing how ugly your homelife was.

There was so much you wanted to say, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, allowing Eddie to sit the pair of you down on the edge of his mattress. He was being far too patient with you, just waiting for you to lead whatever discussion may or may not happen next. Again, you refrained from meeting his eyes, your gaze darting mindlessly around his bedroom.

After a long, tense stretch, you finally asked in a small voice, “Can I use the shower?” Eddie nodded, standing quickly as if he intended to help you to the bathroom, but you held your hands up a little in a tired surrender, “I’m okay.”

Even without looking at him, you knew he was watching you with concern. But he sighed in acceptance, letting you walk past him towards the door, “I’ll get you a change of clothes.”

You couldn’t help the very slight smile that tugged at your lips; despite how awful you felt, you found it amusing to even try to picture yourself wearing whatever silly clothes Eddie brought you. As you closed yourself off in the bathroom, you wondered if he had the same thought.

You spent what was probably an ungodly amount of time in the shower, letting the steam and the heat release everything that you’ve kept pent up from the moment you left your parents in the driveway. You tried to breathe deeply, tried to keep yourself composed, but within the safe confines of the shower, all your emotions began to spill over. Biting down on your thumb to keep your sobs in, you leaned against the wall to stay upright, your body silently wracking as salty tears mixed with the hot water.

Fuck, you couldn’t believe this. How the hell were you going to look Eddie in the eye, knowing that he’d seen the way your family behaved? He probably thought you were all so damn pathetic, so damn dysfunctional. It felt like he was in on a dirty little secret, like it would be the elephant in the room that was impossible to ignore. You were so ashamed of your family as you slowly lowered yourself to the floor, letting the water beat against your back as you tried once more to breathe slowly, steadily. For a second, you thought you may puke again, but your stomach was too empty for anything to come up.

Was it always this bad? You’d be so used to the coldness and the negativity, that you weren’t sure if it had gotten worse or if you were simply becoming more aware of it. If this is how bad it got after only a month, you were nervous to see how much worse it may possibly get as your senior year continued.

Eventually, you dragged yourself out of the shower, your limbs feeling heavy as you grabbed a towel. Your brow knotted then rose in surprise when you saw a small stack of clothes sitting atop the bathroom counter - when the hell did Eddie sneak those in here, and when he did, could he hear you trying not to cry too loud? Your neck grew hot at the thought that he heard your muffled sobs.

Once you were clad in Eddie’s old sweater and pajama pants, you appreciated how comfortable they were, tugging the sleeves down over your hands as if you were a small child. You lingered in the bathroom for a long while, watching as the foggy mirror slowly became clear again, frowning at your frail-looking reflection; you felt a wash of shame, thinking about how unpresentable you must’ve looked all day.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders and raised your chin high, trying to shake off how feeble you looked. Brushing your wet hair back from your face, you sighed with determination, finally opening the bathroom door.

You ducked into Eddie’s room without even looking in the direction of the living room - you weren’t sure whether or not Wayne was home, but you weren’t quite ready to face other people yet if he was. Eddie must’ve been out there, because his room was empty; you slumped down onto his bed, pulling your knees up under your chin as you leaned back against the wall. Your ears perked at the sound of Eddie’s footsteps approaching the room, and you sat up a little as he stepped through the door, water in hand and a more relaxed look on his face.

You gave him a weak smile, finally able to meet his eyes as he sat next to you. Wordlessly, he offered you the glass of water, opening up his other hand to reveal a couple of painkillers. You accepted them with an appreciative look, taking a long chug from the glass before setting it aside. Your fingers drummed rhythmless atop your knees as you and Eddie stared at one another.

“You okay?” He finally asked, and your face fell a little. You shrugged as if you were unbothered, almost hoping that Eddie would simply accept that response. But he narrowed his eyes at you instead, leaning forward just a little, “You don’t have to lie to me.”

You cocked your head as you studied his features, keeping a false little grin on your lips as you answered quietly, “I’ll be fine.” Eddie hummed, looking away from you for a moment as he worked his jaw, “Are you?”

He gave you a genuine smirk, rolling his eyes fondly, “Aw, you do care.”

Your gaze lit up as your grin spread a little wider, thankful for Eddie’s ability to lighten the mood, to make you smile when you needed it. His eyes twinkled a little at your reaction, although the bouncing of his knee suggested that he was still on edge.

Eddie took a deep breath, looking you up and down thoughtfully, “I know you’re not gonna bear your soul or anything, but… you can talk to me, if you need. I’m a good listener when I want to be.”

You continued to smile keenly, so damn appreciative of him right now. You rested your chin on your knees again, taking him in, “You’re the best fake boyfriend a girl could ask for.”

“Yeah?” He looked as if he were about to laugh, but also as if the statement gave him pause, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

A doubtful look crossed your face as you rolled your eyes and teased, “Liar.”

Eddie turned toward you, crossing his legs on the bed so that his knees rested against your ankles; you glanced down at them for a moment before meeting his gaze again. His expression was furrowed with seriousness, “You know, no one’s come to my defense the way you did back there; you’re pretty ballsy, getting between me and a cop, even if he is your uncle.”

He smiled again in that easy way of his, which effectively kept you at ease. You nudged him lightly with the tip of your toes, eying him through your lashes, “Don’t make it sound so heroic…”

Eddie stared at you long enough that you began to nibble on the inside of your lips, his eyes making you timid. You weren’t sure if he was simply studying you, if he was considering something to say, or if he was waiting for you to speak again. You tried to look unaffected, tried to look as if you’d already moved on from the fight with your family, but you knew that Eddie could see right through all that falseness. These days, he knew you a little too well, but in a way you were grateful for (most of the time) - no one else could see through you quite the way he did.

With a slouch of his shoulders, Eddie caved, shaking his head at you, “Alright, princess, you’re no hero.”

His tone was intentionally unconvincing, daring you to respond. Now, you watched him fidget under your gaze, just as he’d done to you. Sincerity didn’t come easy to you, and you certainly weren’t going to pour your heart out, but you needed to make some effort. For your own sake, you needed Eddie to know that he was appreciated today - you told him to go, but instead he stayed, and that said a lot about his character. The thought of even trying to speak with total honesty made your heart drum nervously.

You opened your mouth, but hesitated for a moment, causing him to raise a curious brow. So, you licked your lips and looked down briefly, saying simply, “Thank you, Eddie.”

He didn’t need you to elaborate, didn’t need you to go down the laundry list of things that you were referring to - the way he held your gaze and nodded back spoke volumes. The weighty look on his face made it clear that he knew you were thanking him for more things than you knew how to list.

Eddie gave an untroubled shrug before relaxing his shoulders, again knowing just the right balance of easiness and seriousness to keep you comfortable, his eyes shining playfully, “Ah, don’t make me sound like a hero, either.”

He reached out and set his hand on one of your knees. his fingers applying slight pressure, although the look on his face suggested it was an impulsive move, something he didn’t intend to do. You both looked between his hand and one another’s faces before he pulled back and stood, turning his back to you for a moment as he looked around his room while rubbing the back of his neck. When he met your eyes again, he grinned easily, nodding his head towards the bedroom door.

“You need anything? We haven’t eaten all day.” You smiled tranquilly, although the nervous energy surrounding Eddie is what really had your attention. To appease him, you gave a small nod, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater while relaxing back against the wall, looking him up and down slowly as if worried you would forget him once he left the room.

“Yeah, let’s eat.” Food was the last thing on your mind right now, but Eddie seemed nearly desperate to make sure you were alright, so you could appease him in this. He gave you one more charming smile as he was about to leave the room, but he came to a pause in the doorway. You watched him expectantly, assuming he had something else to say, but just as quickly as he had stopped he disappeared.

Your stare lingered on the spot he was just in, your face relaxing into a content look. You absentmindedly began to fiddle with your sleeves, your eyes lazily traveling around Eddie’s room, stopping to study band posters or clutter lying around.

You couldn’t help but feel at ease, even as your mind continued reeling over the confrontation with your parents. The whole fiasco was an easier pill to swallow thanks to Eddie and his ability to make you smile or laugh at even the most inopportune moments. And you did just that, grinning affectionately to yourself as your cheeks flushed; a warmth washed over you as you oh-so easily pictured Eddie in your head.

But suddenly that gave you pause, your expression faltering in realization that you were acting giddy over Eddie. You stared blankly at the wall across from you as your heart skipped and your chest felt heavy, exhaling slowly as you grasped what exactly was going through your head at that moment.

You felt foolish and panicked, although that seemed like a completely stupid reaction; you tried to shake yourself of the ridiculous sensation, but your heart just kept drumming rapidly. With a knotted brow, you had to wonder if this had been slowly building and if you’d just been ignoring it. Or were you too dumb to have noticed it before - the easy way you and Eddie could coexist, the shared smiles and glances and laughter, the occasional jolt when you’d bump shoulders or hold hands.

When did all of those little things start to stir something in you? Why did you suddenly have goosebumps breaking out across your arms and legs? You realized your jaw was slack, so you tightly pressed your lips together and shook your head; you ran your hands up and down your legs then along your arms, as if the goosebumps were from being cold and not from the damn epiphany you just had.

You were being ridiculous getting yourself all worked up unnecessarily. But there was no shaking your realization, no ignoring the thought now bombarding your brain. You swallowed your nerves to the best of your ability, shooting a glance towards the door as if fearful you’d be caught doing something wrong. Your foot began to bounce, in need of some way to release this stupid anxiety you were feeling.

But there was no shaking it, no ignoring it, no releasing it. And for whatever reason, that filled you with complete and utter apprehension.

Fuck… You liked Eddie.

additional a/n: Let the idiots-to-lovers shenanigans commence :)))

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #em #dos and donts

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chadleys · 1 year ago

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reader dozing off as Astarion eats her out after a long travel day.

i have literally done this before. it's a real curse when all you want to do is get dicked down, but you're so fkn tired you keep falling asleep . . .

at first, he sinks his fangs into your inner thigh every time your head falls back. once your legs are covered in bitemarks, though, he gives up the goat and instead lays his cheek atop your thigh.

he's staring up at you with the biggest doe eyes, but you can't see because you've fallen asleep. again.

long, thin fingers trace circles over your opposite leg, and astarion says your name softly.

he half expects you not to wake up, you're so tired.

but you mumble something incoherent and your lashes flutter open as you struggle to your elbows. ❝ mm? ❞

❝ why don't we save this for tomorrow? i don't fancy the thought of devouring a corpse. ❞

the joke is lost on you, muddled as your mind is with sleep. your brows furrow, and you can barely keep your eyes open. ❝ well, 'm not starting as a corpse . . . so unless you plan to drain me, 'm very much alive. ❞

astarion just makes a noise of dissent and moves to tug your trousers back up.

❝ y'can keep going, ❞ you mumble, falling back to the ground. ❝ i don' mind. ❞

apparently he does, though, because not a moment later you feel his lips near your ear, teeth sweet and dangerous on your neck. ❝ sleep tight, my love. i promise you'll wake up to something sweet in the morning. ❞

#astarion hc #astarion smut #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #my writing #astarion x reader

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sleepy-grav3 · 11 months ago

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Burnout - Uramichi x Kikaku

A/N: I love my brain... love it so.. so much...

Summary: Kikaku, after pulling a much too stressful all nighter after all nighter, ended up collapsing and landing his face right on Uramichi's lovely man boobs! Kikaku then decides to just go along with it, soon having Uramichi show another side of him, a side he thankfully couldn't go up against.

Tw: Swears, fluff, sorta kidnapping?

A/N: Not really much romance but uh... it hints at it a bit?

“Uramichi! Hey!” Derekida exclaimed as he jogged over.

Uramichi’s eyes lost all life in them.

“Damn it.”

“So I was wondering if you-”

“Ura… Urami.. Mnmnmmmgh…”

The 2 turned to the walking corpse that was heading over to Uramichi, mumbling something incoherent. The zombie swayed and Uramichi stepped forward but stopped when the said zombie aggressively regained his balance.

The zombie swayed once more anyway, making Uramichi take another step, but the zombie did the exact same thing as before.

Yet another sway and Derekida sweatdropped as Uramichi just continued to walk before freezing up at the wide-eyed expression of clear exhaustion the zombie had.

“Ura… michi…”

“Y-yes?”

Before he could say more, Kikaku fell forward, his face landing right on Uramichi’s pecs. Kikaku groaned, staying still and not bothering to move as he closed his eyes and seemed to doze off.

“Kikaku? A-are you ok? Kikaku?”

“WELL!”

Uramichi flinched from the sudden shout of the director, forgetting that he was even there for a moment.

“I was about to say if you can go and help the merchandise crew out! I guess he really came to you, I just knew you were the right person, Uramichi-chan!”

“Chan??”

“Bye now!”

Uramichi looked down at Kikaku. It looked like he was barely able to stand… In fact, Kikaku is actually taller than him by 3 cm, so he shouldn’t be able to rest his head on his chest unless he was… falling…

Uramichi quickly caught Kikaku, but that was a trap as Kikaku jumped into his arms, and clung to him like some koala. Uramichi grunted, lips thinning at the sudden weight.

“Kikaku…?”

“Carry me to the room. I don’t think I can walk anymore… so fucking tired…”

“Right…”

Poor Uramichi…….

Anyway!

As Uramichi carried this zombified koala, he noticed that the man took it as a time to take a quick nap. Kikaku unconsciously snuggled up at the crook of URamichi’s neck, soft breaths tickling Uramichi a bit.

A door to his heart creaked open just a bit.

“Kikaku, we’re here.”

“Nngh… Ok…”

Kikaku didn’t move for a moment, but then sighed and pulled away from the warmth Uramichi provided.

“Right so… I need you to draw something… And.. ugh.. Sorry… I can’t really focus at the moment..”

“It’s fine.. Is the deadline for tomorrow again?”

“Yyyep! And I need you to draw something with the macarons. Bonjour Man was a hit but I have no idea how to make that stupid face or the bird or whatever to be incorporated in this. We have Kumao. We have Usao. We don’t have you. Just… just come up with something. Whatever you do will be great…”

“Kikaku…”

A door to his heart creaked open a bit more.

“Do you like saying my name or something? Should I get the tape?”

Uramichi guided Kikaku to a seat and went to get some paper and grab a pen since nobody had pencils around anymore. He sat back down willingly (what a shocker!) and started to draw his literal nightmare from a while back. Kotori-san inside the macaron.

Odd enough, people seem to adore his night terrors, so might as well go for it-

“I finished… the drawing..”

Uramichi looked over, seeing Kikaku with his head in his arms, asleep.

“Kikaku, I finished the drawing. Please wake up.”

“Hm? Right… kay..”

Kikaku struggled to finish up whatever he had to do, and Uramichi decided to actually stay in his spot.

“So uh… after this do you… After this, are you going to head home and um.. sleep?”

Kikaku paused for a moment before cranking his head slowly to stare at Uramichi. The gymnast shivered under the former’s gaze.

“Sleep? What sleep? I’m going to bang this out early so I can have a day off while still being paid. So go on. Run away.”

Uramichi jumped, pursing his lips and getting up hesitantly. Kikaku simply looked back at his computer, typing and clicking. Uramichi took a few slow steps, heart beating rapidly as he expected to hear the sound of duct tape behind him. Instead, he just heard more clicking. He stopped by the door for a moment, hand already turning the knob enough to push it to open. He was free to leave and yet…

“How much work do you have left?” Uramichi asked, not turning to look at his coworker.

“An hour worth of agony.” Kikaku mindlessly answered, though not as aggressively as he usually spoke.

“Does the work save automatically?”

“With how often the boss forgets to save anything he comes across, I have to.”

Uramichi let go of the knob and spun around, speeding over and grabbing Kikaku’s wrists. He pulled the latter’s hands away from the keyboard with his left hand, the other hand going to the mouse and logging out.

“What the hell are you doing?! I just had-”

Kikaku froze, looking up at Uramichi’s face to see a blank stare. The one he often saw when Usahara angered him. Shockingly, he never actually saw it being used towards him before. If anything, it was the other way around. Being the target of the stare made him shiver. It was out of place. Disturbing.

He pursed his lips, letting the strength in his arms decrease and not bothering to fight back as Uramichi turned off the computer and stacked some of his stuff. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back anymore, Uramichi let go and placed the stuff into a bag Kikaku had under the table.

Putting the strap over his head to make it cross over his chest, he turned to Kikaku and picked him up, holding him the exact way he had before.

“Woah-! Hey! What the actual fuck are you thinking?! I ain’t some kid-”

Uramichi’s free hand pressed Kikaku’s head onto his shoulder, making the tired man’s breath hitch.

“It’s late, you should sleep.”

“I don’t need to-”

“Sleep.”

That blank stare made Kikaku freeze up again. He stopped resisting once more as he closed his eyes, feeling Uramichi walk out of the room.

It was weird to see this side of the gym rat. Uramichi was usually more on the timid side around him, almost like a puppy whenever he wasn’t. Sometimes he wished Uramichi wouldn’t act like he’s walking on eggshells around him.

He was doing that now. Kikaku got his wish. And as much as some people would regret asking for this… he couldn’t help but feel his stomach fill with butterflies and his cheeks warm. He buried his face in the crook of Uramichi’s neck, which made the latter flinch and shiver. He could feel Kikaku’s lips forming a smile before he started to chuckle.

“But even when he speaks his mind, he’s still jumpy.”

Kikaku let out a long exhale before his breaths evened out at a slow pace. Uramichi shivered once more with the breaths that hit his neck, but ignored it as he walked the pathway to his apartment.

“I think this is the calmest I’ve seen him.” He looked at Kikaku for a moment, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “It would be nice to see this more often.”

Uramichi laid Kikaku on his bed, quickly removing all of the Kotori dolls nearby that Kikaku had forcefully sent. Kikaku had woken up a bit, seeing Uramichi above him as he reached for yet another one of those nightmarish birds. His hand shot up, grabbing onto Uramichi’s shirt and pulling him down beside him, too close but… somehow, not to their discomfort.

It wasn’t that Kikaku wasn’t able to control himself, it was more like he passed delusional at this point. It was comfortably warm when Uramichi was carrying him compared to the currently cold bed. He knew that Uramichi was going to take out one of his futons soon. He knew he had some when he had overheard Usahara talking about the sleepover he had with Uramichi once with Kumatani, who had said that he went against his will.

He was perfectly able to prevent this situation from happening. The situation of them lying side by side on a twin sized bed. Well, sort of. It if wasn’t for Uramichi’s reflexes that made him hold himself up, he would’ve landed on Kikaku.

“Ignore the stupid birds. I’m tired.”

“T-that’s fine, but I need to-”

It was clear that his stern attitude was gone now. It seems reality had got to him on the walk to the apartment. Something about that left a bad taste in Kikaku’s mouth.

“I wish he stood his ground with me more. Do I really have to do everything?”

Kikaku shuffled to the side a bit, yanking Uramichi’s arm so that he hit the mattress. From there, Kikaku shuffled a bit closer until his forehead rested against Uramichi’s pecs. It was tempting to move even closer, as his pecs were magnificent.

“I should pretend to trip sometime.”

Uramichi attempted to get away, but Kikaku quickly intertwined their legs and put an arm around him before staring at Uramichi intensely with wide eyes.

“You said I should sleep. So let me sleep.”

Uramichi flinched before letting out a sigh in defeat, curling forward a bit.

“S-sweet dreams…”

“... you too..”

....................................

A/N: Well... that was fun. I finished another one, yay. It's not that romantic, it never really is. I'll make something that actually screams romance at one point though, I swear. When? No clue. But it'll happen one day. My brain will make sure it does each time I look back and the idea will eventually haunt my dreams like Kotori does to Uramichi.

#uramichi oniisan #kikaku hanbee #Uramichi x Kikaku #fluff?

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floofs-headcanons · 3 years ago

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Hello hello! Both of your have such awesome writing! I had so much fun reading the headcanons and scenarios of the bodyguard AU! Could I request either college AU or a soulmate AU or your choosing for Zoro? Whatever you feel like writing! Thank you!!

College & Soulmate AU; Scenario

Character; Zoro

Word Count; 1,718

Thank you so much, we’re glad you liked it !! But no, but let me tell you how we screamed at each other for literally half an hour when we saw this request. There were too many good soulmate AUs we ended up using a generator aksjdhas.

The first time you and your soulmate touch you get stuck together for a while.

December is when you find him sleeping on campus grounds. He’s resting on one of the outdoor tables, book open, with arms covering the pages. Snow is falling, and you’re cold even with a heavy fur coat and umbrella keeping the white specs from melting into your hair.

You’re not sure if you should wake him up despite the fact that he was wearing nothing other than a T-shirt and some jeans, but he doesn’t seem very bothered. Well, that is until he sneezes. It’s followed by some incoherent grumbling and nearly scares the shit out of you, but it’s enough for you to decide to help.

“Hey,” you poke his cheek with the butt of your umbrella, not too fond of touching strangers. “Hey!”

He doesn’t stir, and you’re left wondering if anyone else has tried to help him before you showed up and ended up leaving it be because he wouldn’t budge.

Still, you couldn’t leave him here in this type of temperature; so you decide to leave your umbrella behind. It’s long enough to lean against the table and shield him from the ever piling snow without directly touching any part of his body and possibly bothering his rest- not that you think it would. He didn’t flinch even when you yelled at him.

December is when you’re working at Shakky’s bar late into the night to pay off your college tuition.

Those loans wouldn’t pay themselves after all and the salary was good.

The company at the bar itself was interesting to say the least. You could never truly say you had a dull night while working there. Be it the slurring drunks and their awful attempts at pickup lines, to the terribly sobering tales that would be shared across the counter; it was an eye opening experience.

Tonight would be much like any other- at least, that’s what you had thought until a familiar man comes through the door.

He seemed well- that was good. You didn’t give it too much thought, after all, you were on the clock and this was a rather popular bar for the student body to frequent. From the way Shakky greets him, he must’ve been a regular long before you had begun working here.

Setting down the glass you had been mindlessly polishing, your attention is drawn towards a customer sitting near the back of the bar. He’s a bit louder than the other customers, but you were pretty used to that. Eustass Kid came in all the time and drank until he either passed out or his blonde haired friend carried him out forcefully. At the very least he wasn’t bothering anybody.

“Excuse me,” the green haired man raises a hand, successfully catching your attention. It seems he was done talking to Shakky by now.

“Yes?” You make your way over, an award-winning customer service smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “What can I get for you?”

He ends up getting a few, maybe more than a few, beers. This man sure could drink.

December is when your car decides it needs its own break from the cold winter snow. It thankfully doesn’t break down anywhere too traffic heavy, and there’s an auto-repair shop not even five minutes away.

“Oh, hello,” you greet, surprised to see a familiar face working here. He’s wearing a tank-top and some slacks, and this time you think the attire is appropriate given how much he was sweating.

The owner, Franky, had more than generously came to pick up your mobile and gave you a ride along the way, saying it would be done the same day. I have a reliable repairman, he said more than just a bit too loudly for comfort.

The male glances up at you for a second before going back to finish up on the vehicle he was already occupied with. “Hey, there.” You’re not too sure if he recognizes you- it’s a hard to not recognize him- but that’s fine, you just needed your car fixed.

It doesn’t take him very long to finish up on his current project before moving onto yours. He thankfully doesn’t ask any questions, it seems like the owner had already filled him in, and just starts working.

“You know,” he spares you a glance, picking up another tool. “He said it’d be done the same day but it’s still gonna take a few hours. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Unfortunately not,” you sigh. The only plans you had were to go back home and take a long, long nap, but there was no way you were going to walk back in this type of weather. For a while, you’re standing around a little awkwardly, fiddling with the fluffs of your sleeves before he speaks up.

“If you want you could sit inside where it’s warmer. There’s a TV and some magazines you could read to keep you occupied.” You debate that for a bit, looking through the glass door to the waiting area, but ultimately decide to stick around for a bit longer.

“It’s fine,” you say with a smile. You could wait inside later, for now you’d want to wander a bit. It’s not every day you’d get to go to an auto-repair shop and you’ve always been a bit curious with how often Kid yells about it in the bar. “Would it be alright if I take a look around?”

He gives a grunt of approval and you make yourself comfortable, roaming the workshop. It’s quite big, and you hadn’t noticed ‘til now that the walls were painted in vibrant blues, red, and yellow. It matched the owner’s eccentric personality.

“Oh,” a stand hidden to the back of the shop catches your attention; a lone umbrella resting on its handles. Yours- to be more precise. “You use an umbrella during snow time?” You hadn’t bothered to ask for it back, the thought never really occurred to you. Considering they weren’t that expensive buying a new one wouldn’t be much of a hassle. If anything, you were more surprised he’s kept it around.

The male clears his throat, stopping whatever it was he was doing to your car and wipes his hands down with a towel. “Actually,” he admits sheepishly, “I’ve been meaning to return it to you. I just kept forgetting.”

You raise a brow, “You knew it was mine?”

“I’ve seen you use it around campus before,” he admits. “Not a lot of people use an umbrella while it’s snowing, and the color’s pretty vibrant so it’s hard to not notice. I had wanted to give it to you when I visited the bar, but you were constantly busying yourself so I never got the chance.”

A chuckle escapes your lips at his little confession. He seemed like such an intimidating guy, with the furrowed brows and scar over his eye, but he was a lot more awkward than one would expect. “Well,” you catch his attention. “I’m working there again tomorrow night if you want to come give it to me in person.” December is when you’re sparing hopeful glances at the door every time the bell chimes.

“Expecting someone?” Shakky teases, coming behind the bar and pouring herself a glass.

“Something like that,” you mutter before making your way past her to attend to someone in the corner of the room. It’s the same person from around two weeks ago- he’s louder this time, but there were also less customers tonight and no one seems to be complaining any so you let it slide. “Yes? How may I hELP-?!”

What you can’t let slide is how he forcefully grabs your wrist and essentially drags your body to lean over the table. “Ah, damn,” you’re used to drunks, not idiots. He has a permanent grin plastered over his lips and his grip on your wrist tightens. “I can’t let go! Guess we must be soulmates!”

There is no explaining the disgust that washes over your face. “Sir, I’m asking you politely to let go.”

Everyone who goes here knows that it’s simply an unwritten rule to not fight unless you wanted to be beaten half to death. Not by you- dear lord no- Shakky on the other hand was ruthless and you’d never want to end up on the other side of her fist.

Ever.

“Huh?” He slurs, “didn’t I just tell you that I can’t let go?”

“I’m telling you-” before you’re able to get anymore words out another hand wraps around the older man’s wrist, successfully shutting you up. For a second, the dread of it being one of his friends rises, but it’s quickly crushed by the voice that follows.

“I’m sure you’re not deaf. She said let go.”

The bar is dead silent for a few seconds before the man roughly releases his grip on your arm. A bit gentler would’ve been nice, you internally grumble, rubbing the sore area.

“Hey there, could I ask exactly what you were trying to do with my precious barkeep?” Your boss comes over, leaning against the table. She gives you a wink and a slight nudge of her head towards the break room and you don’t think twice before leaving the scene, your green haired friend following close behind.

“Is your wrist alright?” He questions as soon as the door closes. “My bad for being late, I got held back by some work Franky wanted done.”

His hand reaches out to gently hold your wrist and a spark of electricity shocks you both. Usually, your first instinct would be to flinch and pull away, but he has a firm grip.

“Uhm,” you glance down, then back up at him. “It’ll probably bruise tomorrow but it’s nothing to worry too much about...”

His face is unreadable, and after a couple seconds his ears turn a faint shade of red. “I can’t let go.”

You chuckle at his poor attempt of a joke. “C’mon now, we just went through this.” You lift your free hand to pry his fingers off your wrist only to feel the same electric shock as earlier. It doesn’t hurt, only stinging enough to really initially surprise anyone, but you quickly realize he wasn’t trying to pull your leg.

Oh.

“So,” he awkwardly lifts his other hand. “I brought your umbrella.”

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #the way we struggled writing this is unreal #but also it was really fun so maybe it was worth it LOL #this turned out way longer than i expected it to #struggle was worth it fr

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bansept · 3 years ago

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Ichihime Week | Day 2: Lovers

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The room is quiet once again, cold, hard marble floor reflecting the sunrise behind the huge glass windows. She would hide if it was necessary: hide from any photographers, anyone barging through the massive yet stylish sleek brown door, or perhaps even some neighbors able to see the two of them in bed like that. But thankfully, there is no such thing as neighbors for Ichigo.

Ichigo Kurosaki, her once high school crush, with his angry scowl, fighting tendencies and terrible frequentations. A young man, still halfway just a boy, who was still mourning the death of his mother, still fighting depression, still trying to figure out how things worked. That Ichigo, who would help save her without a second of hesitation when a rival gang had taken her away, playing gangsters. Oh, she had fallen for him so hard… From so high. Not because he was a mysterious man and had muscles. Because he was kind, caring, loving under this mask of indifference.

She was too much of a coward at the time to ask him anything. Even requesting a pen in this big, boring and dusty classroom was something she couldn’t imagine asking. So, for 2 years, she stayed silent, lovingly looking after him as a simple acquaintance.

School was over soon. Ichigo had to move to Tokyo, for a family business she had heard, and she would stay in Karakura Town. Orihime had been ready to say goodbye, to never see him again, because what were the odds? Ichigo had nothing holding him back in the small town. He’d go, live his life, get new friends, new enemies surely… Another girl would be in love with him, and Orihime was fine with that truth.

The last afternoon of her high school days, opening her locker to retrieve her walking shoes, she noticed a small piece of paper that had been slipped between the small gap, still hanging loosely from a corner, rumpled. In the golden light of the fading sun, she had felt, deep in her stomach, in her bones, her heart, a warm breath.

Please keep a room in your heart for me, just like I’ll keep a room in mine for you.

I. K

Ichigo Kurosaki had not changed in the 7 years of his absence. Instead, he had matured into a tall, lean, muscular and calm-looking adult, the fury of fight faded in his eyes. His scowl was usually gone, unless some piece of news made him grumble incoherent curses. The orange spikes, untamable at the time, had been cut short. She never thought she could like that type of style, being so used to the unruly hair, but she had been terribly wrong.

In 7 years… Ah, in 7 years he had learned so much. How to dress in a suit, the suffocation he had claimed from wearing a tie as a student transformed into a preferred style, the capacity to rapidly think to discern the best thing to say instead of rushing to a conclusion. The steady, deep voice. The small chuckles. The curt smiles. The eyes… As if they had witnessed a supernova from up close, and, with infinite patience, had gathered the wisdom raining from it. He was… Ichigo. But the grown version.

She loved him even more.

They met again at a student’s reunion, one of those sometimes boring, sometimes time-wasting events. Orihime had of course expected to turn in, say hello, munch a few cakes and then go back home and enjoy the upcoming weekend after a long week of work. She was supposed to relax, but the moment she turned around to wave goodbye, Ichigo had appeared next to her, curious eyes asking her if she had read.

‘Read what?’ She wanted to ask, lost for a second. But, of course, she remembered. Actually, she never forgot about it.

After 7 years of no talking, not seeing each other, not even knowing if the other would still remember, she looked up in his eyes and nodded, small but sure.

“I did. I kept a place.”

Maybe it was his smile. Maybe it was his hands. Or his body. Or himself. Orihime couldn’t tell, but something pushed her to fall into his arms that night. And all the other nights after that.

He stirred next to her, a gruff grunt as he placed his head far into the pillow, hands digging in the sheets to hide his eyes from the awful rays of light that had pulled him from his sleep. Orihime turned her face to watch him, chuckling.

Ichigo in a suit was a sight, but Ichigo bare was a wonder to the eyes. While she had rather light skin, his was rapidly turning golden when he sun-bathed too long. And when he was tanned, the strong muscles everywhere on his body rolled deliciously, inviting her to touch him, much like she was compelled to do so.

Orihime laid back down next to him, staring at him up and down, one hand timidly touching his shoulder.

“What time is it?” He asked, voice low and barely audible. Orihime looked around, the small digital numbers on the alarm clock indicating he had a good few hours before having to head to yet another business lunch.

“Only 8. You know, maybe we could go meet your sisters tonight? They haven’t seen you in quite some time.” Ichigo opened a lazy eye and nodded. Yuzu and Karin were done with high school by now, and starting their own studies. Karin was interested in being a lawyer, which had turned out to be quite the surprise. Yuzu wanted to take after her father, and had entered medical school. Last he had heard, she was enjoying it. They were growing up, and even if he had hoped they could remain small and gentle for a bit more, he was proud of them.

“Yeah… We’ll go. They will be happy to see you too.” He smiled, a sweet thing he did a lot around her. Orihime curled her arms around his navel, and he brought her on top of him, cuddling her to his chest. They stayed silent for just a few moments, Ichigo waking up slowly, opening and closing his eyes, and Orihime stretching her arms and legs like a cat after a nap.

“…When we see them, I’d like to present you as my girlfriend.” He croaked, voice catching in his throat, shaky and expecting the worst.

For a year now, they had been rolling around with each other. Sleeping together, caring for each other, taking the other for a date, but never saying the three words they died to mutter. Had it been only for the sex, it wouldn’t have lasted. Had it been with a stranger, neither would have even started this relationship. But… It was different. They knew the other like the back of their hand, what they liked, didn’t like, could live without, couldn’t. This pining that had lasted for years, this hesitation that bored holes into their souls had been enough for them to try something new. And now that they lied with the other every night, cooked for the other, shared a life really, Ichigo felt he could ask this question. Suggest her this option.

He was a busy man now, interested in English literature in his free time while he built a small enterprise from scratch. She was about to have her teaching degree. That was quite the leap between them, but neither cared.

Orihime looked down at him, gaze falling in his own. How cute, heart-touching was it that such a powerful man feared something so evident. It brought a blush to her radiant face, and she kissed his lips with a small chuckle.

“Of course. I would love to have you as my boyfriend, my sweet Ichigo.”

He was the one to blush at her words, relief in his brown eyes as he kept her closer to him for a few more hours.

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Day 2!

Phew this one was tough to write... The meaning of "Lovers" can vary to so many different things, and my brain was thinking of several situations at the same time... I wanted to be a troll first and write something about what they liked, for example, some type of food... But decided against it.

Then my time was cut short and I decided to go with a safe AU-like writing.

Hope you enjoyed it! See you tomorrow for day 3!

#bleach #ichihime #ihweek2021 #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #ichigo x orihime

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sakiyo · 4 years ago

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━ # HAIKYUU BOYS AS YOUR COLLEGE ROOMATES PT. 1

+ pairings: atsumu miya/reader

+ tags: atsumu bring a messy dude </3, platonic-ish relationship, uni!au

+ warnings: very brief mentions of sex, weed and alcohol, partying

+ word count: a lot probably idk they’re headcanons

+ note: this is gonna be a series but atsumu’s was wayyy too long!! the rest will probably be much shorter [i was too attached to these hcs to shorten them so enjoy]. thank you @kiyoomae for helping me with these mwah ily beaut <3

ATSUMU MIYA

girl...RUN

he’s a great person sure

but he’s not the BEST roommate

not even osamu wants to room with him, but honestly he just wants cheap rent [like every other student alive]

so when he sees a ‘roommate wanted’ poster on campus, he basically believes that this a sign from god that he should go to your interview

one thing about atsumu:

HES A CATFISH!

he knows that first impressions are one of the most important things in life [mostly because of volleyball and what not]

so naturally he’s going to act the way you want him to !! toxic trait: subtle manipulation i’m telling you

and so when he shows up at your place, hes pretty much perfect. he looks put together and his fit is immaculate okay?

usually, you aren’t one to judge a book by its cover, but when it comes down to roommates….better safe than sorry babe

and the second atsumu mentions his gravitation towards volleyball and sports, you feel like you’ve won the lottery.

a clean and well put roommate who ALSO spends most of their time away from the apartment? what more could you ask for?

and as a quick bonus: HES HOT!! [so you can definitely brag to your friends about the attractive roommate you scored]

you’re quick to say yes, and as soon as you know it he’s added to the contract with your landlord!

atsumu keeps up his facade for another two weeks or so; washing dishes, keeping clean, never being too noisy and giving you your personal space

but when he finally shows his true colours?

you’re not sure if you want to strangle him or rip out your hair strand by strand

whew....he is messy.

atsumu [osamu too] is a momma’s boy, he’s never really had to do dishes or anything like that unless he has to

he never does his dishes. you ALWAYS end up washing them because you prefer a tidy kitchen

dont get me started on the cups

he uses YOUR cups and leaves them littered around the apartment like they’re easter eggs for you to hunt. one time, you found your favourite mug under a couch???

his room is no different either

you prefer to stay away from it, but you had caught a glimpse of it through his partially open bedroom door

....it’s a lot to process.

there are plates on his desk, disposable cups and crushed soda cans on his nightstand, clean laundry in different corners of the room and you swear you see a half full bottle of vodka that had gone missing from your own alcohol cabinet

but for some reason his room still manages to smell like lavender. and you hate that fact.

he NEVER has his house keys on him

he pretty much has you on speed dial because the amount of times this man has forgotten his keys inside the house is WILD

him: hey roomie...it’s me again...

you: atsumu it’s 11 pm and i’m out with friends, i’m not driving back just to open the door for you

him: then what am i going to do??

you: sit there and starve.

so he sits against your apartment door, playing games on his phone and texting his friends

he’s also getting clowned in the gc by suna and osamu PLS ATSUMU GO HOME [oh wait-]

when one of your neighbours pass by or see him sitting there he just gives that rlly awkward white person smile that’s like 😐

HIS PHONE DIES TOO FROM USING IT SO MUCH TOO RKDKGKJ

so basically he’s sitting there, hungry and bored.

when you come back, he’s almost asleep, a little bit of drool hanging on at the side of his mouth

“wake up, i brought you food.”

atsumu might be an annoying roomie, but you’re not heartless.

he 100% gets hair dye all over the bathroom, and he NEVER washes it out

so you’re not too happy when you have to replace your rug because there was a massive bleach stain on it

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, GENEROUSLY TOO

like atsumu...sir 🤣🤚 that shits like 20 dollars! stop using globs of it at once

istg you could buy a new bottle of shampoo/body wash and it’s already halfway through after a week or so

he promises that he’ll stop, but it just gets worse

NEVER let this man go grocery shopping for you by himself, you’ll get everything BUT what you asked for

okay, he does get you what you asked for, but not really

you ask for wheat bread and he gets white bread. you ask for vanilla ice cream and he gets you chocolate

why??

“i think it’s better than what you originally put down.”

you want a new roommate.

but as time passes by, you deduce that he has some redeeming qualities: like how fun he is when drunk, or how he can keep you entertained for hours about his surprisingly interesting days

you’ve met his friends too! they all love you

but they’re also quite sorry for you for having to put up with atsumu

sometimes, you’ll even join them with them when they’re all hanging in your living room

you never miss the small blush that creeps onto tsumus face whenever his old teammates tell you about the stories he deliberately left out to make himself look cooler [pls give this man love he needs it]

suna: wait i have a video of him getting pummeled in the face with a volleyball-

atsumu: ALRIGHT ITS TIME FOR YOU GUYS TO GO!!

atsumu: y/n has a test tomorrow!!

you: tomorrow’s saturday-

if you two have roommate rules, he definitely breaks some of them

no parties without you knowing??? like hell he’s following that

atsumu likes to party! he doesn’t mind hosting one or two every now and then

so he picks a day that he knows you’ll be out for the night, most likely studying because you won’t be back home until around 1 am

so the apartment is a mess and it’s partially trashed, there’s a lingering scent of weed and alcohol, someone probably vomited in your sink, and it’s loud.

so loud that you can hear it from the elevator.

you had decided to come home early and surprise atsumu with his favourite takeout, but you’re already met with tipsy and wasted bodies littered along the corridors, and it doesn’t take very long for you to put two and two together and realize it’s atsumu’s doing

long story short, you and atsumu have to go around the apartment to deliver personal apologies to your neighbours [this definitely isn’t your first or last warning]

in terms of hookups?

atsumu doesn’t care too much for sexual relationships, since his priority lies in volleyball and actually graduating, but he’ll have someone over every now and then

usually, it’s meant to be a time when you’re not around, because the walls are thin as fuck

but atsumu doesn’t really care in the heat of the moment

so yeah, you definitely want to neuter him when you hear incoherent moans and a headboard creaking

the morning after, you immediately chase his one night stand out of the apartment and go off on him for a second

after a few months, atsumu doesn’t get on your nerves as much

you could go as far as to call him a friend

during exam and midterm weeks, you both study together and even order takeout— which leads to the two of you passing out in your living room due to pure exhaustion

YOU HELP HIM DYE HIS HAIR

atsumu sometimes doesn’t get all of his spots because he can only do so much by himself

so after you hear his frustrated groans, you’re willing to help him dye his hair.

and from there it basically becomes a routine

you were also the one who introduced him to TONER!!

he swears that you changed his life

he also walks around in nothing but his boxers because it’s comfortable but gets flustered and ‘mad’ when you wear nothing but an old t-shirt

forces you to come to him games to cheer loudly for him

this man- he asks you to cheer for him when he does his serve routine and when you do his head gets so big

but he denies it when his teammates tease him about you

half of his clothes have made its way into your closet! but honestly, he does not mind

his cute roommate is wearing his sweats and a hoodie with his name at the back of it, why would he be mad?

you’ve hooked up with him at least twice.

#i couldn’t care less if this flopped i just need the world to know how i feel ab atsumu as a roommate #formatting this absolutely murdered me its too late for this istg #anyways this is just a bunch of word vomint idk if ppl actually wanna read this but idc #ATSUMU MIYA IS VERY BEAUTIFUL TO ME!!#look he'd be a terrible roomie but a fun one at the same time if you understand??#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #atsumu miya headcanons #[🥢].my works

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honeypirate · 4 years ago

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little bird WYSNE pt 5

Masterlist

I had a few ideas on how to end it but I didn’t like any of them and this is what I settled on which isn’t too exciting but has the feelings conversation.

Kakashi x femreader

You woke alone and now you were discharged alone. The doctors say you were dropped off by Kakashi and then he left with Yukie, no note. No nothing.

You exit the hospital and take a deep breath of the cool air, summer was giving way to autumn and you could smell it. The village wasn’t that far away, a few days of a trip. You weren’t far from where you were attacked and as you look in the direction you scowl, acid rising to the back of your throat. You turned, threw your pack on your back, and began your journey home.

You weren’t mad he left. Just a little a lot tiny bit hurt. But you couldn’t really be hurt because it was the ninja way, don’t let feelings get in the way. You couldn’t continue the mission so he had to finish it. Especially because you had the girl.

Hopefully, you thought, it was just because of the mission. Not because of your eyes. But the way she asked why your eyes were red haunts your unconscious mind.

~~~awww here’s a nightmare sequence ~~~

“Y/n?” Kakashi cried, his mask gone and he was shirtless, cuffed to a chair. You look up and around you in a panic. The room was round and made of mirrors, all reflecting your red eyes back to you. You gasp and try to change them back but you can’t. Your eyes find your parents behind you in the reflection but they aren’t there when you turn around. You feel tears start to stream down your face and you look back down to Kakashi, your eyes activate the moment you make eye contact and he screams.

“Why are you doing this?” He cried out, blood running from his nose and ears, starting to run down the corners of his eyes.

“No no no Kakashi no I didn’t I wouldn’t” you’re babbling incoherently as you try to loosen his bands, your fingers frantically trying to untie or tear. You reach for your knives but your bag on your hip is filled with blood. You start to hyperventilate as you pull your fingers back. Kakashi starts to cough up blood “it’s your eyes. It’s all because of those eyes” he mutters as he chuckles, his head going limp against his chest and as he breathes heavily, you can hear liquid in his lungs.

You reach out and cup his cheeks, holding his head up so you can look at him “Kakashi” you whisper as you panic. There is nothing you can do to help him and he says you did this to him. You feel tears continue to pour from your eyes and when you look up into the mirror you see your tears are blood. You gasp and that’s when you wake up.

You jolt upright from your place in the treetops and take a shaky inhale. you look down at your hands which are shaking uncontrollably. You close them into fists and hold them between your thighs taking slow deep inhales to try and calm yourself down. big drops of water land on your hands and you look up to the sky before realizing it’s coming from you. Tears streaming down your cheeks.

“God it was just a stupid dream why” you whisper as you frantically wipe away the tears. You decide that you’ve had enough sleep, you can see the sky lightening on the horizon and that was good enough for you. You waited until your tears stopped, then until your hands stopped shaking and at that time your breathing evened out so packed up your things and walked down the tree.

The couple days pass quick and uneventful and soon you reach the gates.

“Y/n! You’re back!” Genma says when he sees you approach and you raise your hand “kakashi came back a couple weeks ago and said you had some trouble, leaving you in the hospital” he hops down from the watch and you laugh awkwardly “yeah I got a little hurt but I’m okay now. Clean bill of health” he smirks and shoves his hands in his pockets “maybe I could take you out sometime since you’re back” he says as he twists his senbon in his teeth. You laugh and smile with a nod “yeah maybe you could. I’ll let you know after I speak with the Hokage” he winks “you do that” he says making you chuckle and shake your head as you walk into the city “see you soon Genma!” You say as you throw your hand over your shoulder.

Genma was attractive and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him and his senbon. But you couldn’t go down that road unless you knew for sure Kakashi and you had come to a dead end. He flirted with you all the time though and it always made you feel a little better to have some harmless flirting instead of the heavy conversations of missions and conspiracies.

You knocked on the office door and her voice called out to come in. “Y/n good you’re back. Kakashi filled us in and debriefed. He said you did amazing protecting them and you just had to rest up and heal.” She puts out a stack of papers and you sign your name at the bottom next to Kakashi’s signature, formally ending the mission. “We don’t have anything for you right now, take a few days and then come back to me” she waves her hand signaling that she’s done. You bow “yes ma’am” you say before leaving her office.

Back at your apartment you sigh, putting all your dirty things in the hamper and preparing another bag to go when you get another mission. You bathe and then lay down in your bed sighing and stare at your overhead fan slowly turning. You don't know how long you’ve laid there but when you get up again it looks like it’s around noon.

You get a bowl of ramen from Ichiraku and sit in the corner eating, not really paying any attention to anyone else in the restaurant. Your body felt way too heavy and you hoped a little food would make it better…. it doesn’t.

You make your way to your tree, enjoying the sounds of the birds and the quiet peace of nature. You sigh and, but you’d put that off until tomorrow. You climb up the tree and once at the top you sigh as you watch the clouds, leaning against one of the limbs. The limb was the perfect height to rest your elbows against and you laid your head down against your arms, closing your eyes and feeling the the day's warmth.

You felt him before you saw him and you felt your lunch come back to your throat. You swallowed hard. “Kakashi” you say, knowing he’s behind you. “Little bird” he says and you turn around. “Oh god don’t bring that back it’s been years and I’m not in the ANBU anymore I thought it was left there” he laughs as he hops in front of you, pulling you to his chest, hard.

“My little bird” he whispers into your hair and you take a deep shaky breath before quickly wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. You felt your eyes burn but you refused to cry. “You should know, something as amazing and infamous as the bird fiasco, will never be dropped” he says with a chuckle but his hold on you never lets up.

“A girl can hope” you whisper into his chest and he notices how your voice cracks. He knows it’s not about the bird thing, knows it’s because he didn’t come back, so he keeps holding you and starts to run his fingers through your hair.

When he feels your tense shoulders relax is when his arms around you relaxed a little too. When you pull back you don’t meet his eye, you just turn back to the sunrise, the sun already gone but the sky is still light, turning many shades of pink and orange. “How’s Yukie?” You ask and he lets out a breath “she’s fine. Delivered safely. I caught your last conversation that night so I sent word about the assassins to her father and it’s all handled” you nod and lay your cheek back against your arm on the limb. “Good” you say softly “good”

He stands next to you for a while, watching the sunset. It feels like the hot spring was years ago and you tried desperately to put it from your mind in this moment. You place your palms against the limb you were resting on and used it to hold yourself as you dropped to your butt on the limb you were standing on, then you pushed off it and used the rest of the limbs of the tree to jump to before you land safely on the ground, Kakashi right beside you.

Before he has a chance to say anything or try to explain, maybe he thinks he has nothing to explain since it’s the ninja protocol, maybe he’s waiting for you to explain your eyes, but you don’t care. You don’t feel like being around him right now so you sigh “I don’t know what you have to do tonight” you clear your throat “but I have some things to take care of so I’ll see you around Kakashi” you say and then disappear, leaving him in the middle of the forest at dusk.

You lock your door behind you and then lean against it, sliding to your butt and leaning your head on your knees, sighing in the darkness of your living room.

“This doesn’t look like taking care of something” he teases from your window where he’s perched. You pick up your shoe and throw it at him, not even bothering to move your head from your knees. He catches it with a small smack and a tiny laugh.

You just look at him from your spot against the floor, not hiding your feelings from your face. He saw how hurt you felt, how exhausted you were, how stupid, vulnerable, and alone you feel. He moves from the window and sits beside you.

His voice was soft when he spoke “We need to talk, but I can see how much you don’t want to right now. So if it’s okay with you, I want to hold you” your breath hitches as you look over at him, his eye was soft and you felt your lip quiver as you turned and buried your face in your hands, the tears you fought off now spilling into your palms.

He pulls you into his arms and holds you against his chest, rubbing his hand across your back and running his fingers through your hair gently. “I’m sorry” you whisper as you pull away but he doesn’t let you look away from him, he cups your cheeks and wipes away your tears “I’m sorry. I promise you, i was going to go back for you.” His voice was sincere “Will you let me tell you the story of my week?” he whispers and you feel yourself begin to cry again but he’s holding your face so you can’t look away. His thumbs brush away the new tears as you nod.

You sit, curled up in his lap, as he tells you the sory of him going back to the village. His hands rubbing your back or running across your arms softly. “Since i heard your conversation, i knew about the assasins. After i left you at the hospital knowing youd be okay, I finished the mission. Pakun assisted me and Yukie was actually resourceful even though she was on my back the entire time. When I got to the house to deliver her, there was more waiting. Yukie was safe but I had to use my sharigan” you realize that would have left him bedridden for days. When he was able to travel you were already home.

“I’m sorry” you whisper “i .. i thought” he hums and nods “you thought i saw your eyes and abandoned you” you nod into his chest

“i would never do that to you. If you didnt tell me about your eyes i’m sure you had a good reason” you look up at him and and pull yourself away form him, crossing your legs as you sit in front of him. “My eyes are cursed. It’s not because I dont trust you Kakashi, i trust you more than anyone. More than myself. I just thought if i pretended i didnt have them, if i didn’t use them or tell anyone about them, then maybe i could, i dont know, semi atone for what my ancestors have done. I know it’s stupid but. These eyes have bad karma. I didnt ask for them and i dont want them” he reaches out an cups your cheeks, turning your face so he could look in your eyes.

“Your eyes aren’t cursed or bad karma. They are a tool you get to decide how to use. Your ancestors' sins aren’t on your head. It’s up to you whether to use them or not and I know you always make the right choice” you feel tears well up again but he wipes them as they fall. “Now that that’s all cleared up. Let’s lay down. We can talk about the rest later” before you respond, he’s easily scooping you into his arms and carrying you to your bedroom.

“I don’t want to sleep” you say as he walks into your bedroom and he laughs “but I want to hold you” he says and you feel your cheeks warm as you hide your face in his shoulder “o-okay then I guess I’d like that” he chuckles at your shy voice “you guess?” You laugh as he put you on your bed “yes. I guess” you say with a smirk and he takes off his vest and lays down beside you, pulling you to his chest.

“Your feelings aren’t just a little more solid than that?” He asks and sighs, finally having you in his arms again. You pull back and slide your headband off your head, placing it on your side table. “Isn’t this what we’re talking about later?” You whisper and reach behind his head, untying his headband and placing it beside yours. “Yeah” he says and another small sigh escapes his mouth when you run your fingers through his hair, gently running your nails over his scalp. You lay your head on his chest and cuddle into him, his hand running up at down your back softly “but yes, Kakashi, my feelings are a lot more solid than a ~guess~”

When you wake up you’re alone in your bed and you sigh, a sinking feeling in your stomach but it only lasts a moment. Soon the sounds of someone in your kitchen reaches your ears and you cover your face with your hands, a smile spreading on your face.

“Good morning” he says when you walk into the kitchen. His back was to you as he cooked breakfast. “Smells amazing” you say and he can hear the smile on your lips, it makes his heart race. “Sit. It’s almost done”

You sit at the table, the sunlight from the windows feeling a little too bright. He sets out breakfast but you can tell he’s ready to talk about everything else so you don’t go to eat.

“I-” he holds up a finger and you close your mouth and nod, playing with your fingers as you wait for him. he takes a deep breath “I have so much I want, I need, to say to you, but something happened in the beginning of the mission and I would like you to tell me what” neither of you move to eat yet.

He looks at you expectantly as you try to put your thoughts in order, trying to remember that day months ago “Yes, good to start at the beginning. Well” You take a breath and then it all comes out probably said a little too quickly but he kept up easily.

“I overheard a conversation that wasn’t for me to hear and hurt my own feelings, I got too into my own head, as you know I do a lot. I had to work something through and I treated you less than you deserve, I treated you like we were in the Anbu again.”

“My conversation with Sasuke” he states and you nod, looking down at the table, “yeah. It wasn’t a conversation that I was supposed to hear, it’s not my place and I know that. i went looking for you to see if you were alright and I should have told you sooner but as I said, I am stupid. I over-thought that you don't care about anyone like it was my business in the first place. If you don’t have anyone you care about then that’s fine. That’s your business. But I realized ..” you take a deep breath and meet his eye “I realized that I don't want to stop caring about you just because you don't care about me. That’s why I was such a rollercoaster ” you can see his lips twitching up into a smile under his mask “you care about me?” He asks and you chuckle a little sadly and look down at your breakfast “Kakashi i'm pretty sure i've loved you since that day we talked about Icha Icha over ramen” his eyes widened and you were pretty sure he was blushing under his mask by the way the tops of his ears went pink.

“I thought about telling you before, that time we had ramen before we took her back with us. But I didn’t want to have it be a heavy thing for the month of travel” he nods slowly, you keep your eyes on your food out of habit, you’ve seen under his mask but you still gave him his privacy. “But now. Things are different” you whisper as you finally take a bite.

“So you don’t love me anymore?” He says with a little hint of a joke in his voice and you roll his eyes “I didn’t say that, but you know it’s true, it is different.” he swallows “different how?” he asks and takes off his mask, beginning to eat breakfast and you gasp softly, like this is something you haven’t seen before. A small smile finds your lips as he looks completely at home and comfortable with you.

“I.. I don’t know. But shouldn’t it feel different?” He chuckles softly “I don’t feel any different. I still love you just the same” the bite you were going to take hangs frozen in the air as you look at him. He’s looking down at his food, stirring it a little to get it to cool down faster, a sparkle in his eye when it flicks up to meet yours.

“You…” you begin but stop when he speaks again “All I can think about is that first morning. holding you in my arms when we were together. The way your shampoo smells. The way you looked at me in the light from the sunrise. But if I’m being completely honest, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that first day at Ichiraku”

Your cheeks feel warm as ever, a shocked but sweet smile on your lips “that’s.. surprising” you say with a small chuckle “why’s that?” He asks and reaches up to take off his mask.

“I don’t know. I guess I just got it into my head that my feelings were one sided” you say softly, your cheeks blushing when you see his handsome face.

“Don’t sell yourself short y/n. You’re an amazing ninja, incredibly smart, funny, wise, soft, not to mention incredibly beautiful. I’d be a stupid man if I didn’t see that. If I didn’t return your feelings.

You feel your eyes sting for a moment but you blink away the tears “I… thank you Kakashi” you say with warm cheeks and a shy smile.

You don’t talk the rest of breakfast, just share little smiles and soft laughs. Your heart felt light and joyous as you shared breakfast and love with the man at your table.

You both felt it at the same time, the shift in the air and you both look to your door as someone knocks. Kakashi pulls his mask up as you answer the door, him staying at your table in the background. “The Hokage would like to see you both.” the ANBU said and then disappeared into the ground once you nodded.

“And here I thought I’d get a couple days off” you mumble with a sigh as you help him clean off your table “I’ll do the dishes later don’t worry about it” you say and he nods, pulling you into his arms. “So” he says with a lilt in his voice “so?” You ask and pull back to look up in his eye. He doesn’t say anything, just looks back at you with a spark in his eye and you know exactly what he’s saying. You love each other. You fixed the problems. There’s nothing holding you apart anymore.

You reach up and remove the mask, cupping his cheek “I love you Kakashi” you whisper and he smiles pressing his forehead to yours “I love you” he says and then finally presses his lips to yours.

#naruto kakashi #kakashi hakate x y/n #kakashi x you #kakashi imagines #kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x you #naruto fanfiction

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mallowstep · 3 years ago

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how do you find the energy and motivation to write like... everyday?? i literally cannot write unless i am possessed by a thought in my brain and forced to spew out everything onto paper. and then i cant look at it again ot edit it. like, i really love writing and if im forced to do it for school i will, but i cant write for myslef.

practice.

first, i want to say that i am going to describe how i write, but it is not necessarily going to work for most people, because it has to do with my own psychology and mental health.

second, i want to say that i view writing as writing for pleasure or writing for work. poetry, for example, i write for pleasure, and i would not apply what i am going to discuss to poetry. that happens when i have something to say. it is OK to not want to write for work. that's acceptable and encouraged.

third, i want to dispel a myth. writing consistently is not about motivation. it is about discipline. and you should take heart in that, because motivation is hard to control. you can't force yourself to want to do something, no matter how hard you try. but if you build up discipline, you can learn to do it anyway.

i'm not going to go into that now, because i'm coming at this from the specific perspective of someone with adhd who uses pressure to force myself to function, which is...a hard balance to strike, and not something i can strictly recommend. it does work for some people. i think of it as an arch.

but i digress, i said i wasn't discussing the specifics of how i function in day-to-day life, lest i encourage others to do as i do.

okay. so. where am i going with all of this?

part one: a long, fairly incoherent ramble about me and mental health and writing

well. i don't think the idea of writing for yourself is very helpful to a lot of people. i do write for myself. but that doesn't get my ass in the chair and my fingers on the keyboard. the thing that does that is not social obligation to others, either, it is the firm knowledge that putting words on paper is going to keep me from falling apart.

i don't do that for myself. i don't do that for anyone but the human need to hold yourself together. i am very happy i feel that need at the moment, and every time i have stopped writing* in the past ten years, i have lost that need.

* writing here should really be replaced with a broader term. creating things. making things. working with my hands and something real. but writing is the best thing i know to fill this in myself.

writing does not feel optional. i started writing seriously when i was not-quite-a-teenager and had untreated depression. it was desperate, then. the need to know i was capable of feeling emotions. since then, writing has been different things at different times. it has been a social need. it has been a creative need. it has been a demanding drive. it has been something i drag myself to do because i know it is good for me.

i don't have to write. i could paint, or draw, or knit, or code, or any number of things. i have used all of those things, and more, in the past, but writing is something i also enjoy.

sometimes writing is dragging myself to the keyboard. it is not always a flurry of words as an idea seizes me. it is, "i am publishing the next chapter of ashes because it is monday and that is what i do on mondays." but.

it is monday, and that is what i do on mondays.

i hate not posting every day. i hate it. i am Untethered. i spent ca. three weeks over the summer completely disconnected from time, but. i post ashes today, it is monday, i move on, i go through the days and they are not the same.

i hate not posting every day. i know that i would be doing better if i could just break through and start again, but figuring out how is hard. some things i know (ibtwicm is stressful because another person is involved, and that means that i cannot work with betas, even though the one i have is absolutely wonderful and i adore her), but other things are just that nebulous idea of not enough time to start.

i don't always have the energy to write. some days are bad. some days my head hurts. i don't have the expectation that i will never miss a day of posting. i've taken plenty of time off. but i like the rhythm.

anyway. let me try to turn that incoherent ramble about me into something...actionable?

part two: what i tangibly do

i have a schedule. that is not requisite, but it saves me from making decisions. i have a schedule and i have fics and one-shots and they all slot into that schedule by arc. i could have done it by anything, but arc was convenient.

anyway.

i figure out what i'm posting when i wake up in the morning, and i try to skim over what i've already got before starting my day. i flick back and forth between writing and whatever i am doing throughout the day.

(which is why, as i transition back into my normal pace, the thing i have been doing to fill the gap will diminish. less au chatter snippets etc, because that is what i have been doing instead of writing.)

by the evening, i'm usually close to done with the draft. i spend a solid chunk of time patching it up, then i do a round of edits, finish my other work, do line edits, and post.

if i have time after that, i start looking at tomorrow's post.

that's it. sometimes i don't want to work on something. too bad. it's on the schedule. or even, "too bad, we're posting something today." unless i am having a bad (read: low spoon) day, i do not waver in that expectation for myself.

in fact, i think the only way ibtwicm will get done is if the final chapter two chapters go up un-beta'd, because the deviation from routine makes me impossibly frustrated with them. we shall see.

anyway. i have spent years building the discipline to be able to do that. if you rely on motivation, do not think you can just flip over and magically learn how to turn an empty page into words because you told yourself that is what you are doing right now. so.

part three: how to build discipline

i said i won't be covering this, and i'm not Really. i'm going to tell you how to get started, and i am going to be the Bad Guy. i am not capable of doing this kindly. there are other, better, resources i encourage you to seek out.

so. you can't start by just. throwing yourself into it. it won't work, it'll be frustrating, etc.

you want to figure out what a reasonable word count/day is for you. i shoot for 3k words/day, but i figure as long as i'm above 1k, i'm happy.

[aside: if you are going to be writing a lot in a day, please take care of your body. have good posture. know how to hold yourself. etc. i credit years of playing piano as giving me strong wrists and nice, curved fingers, and exercises to build and strengthen the same muscles as you use for typing, but just keep this in mind.]

anyway, there's no right number. 100 words is enough. it should be -- what works for me is a number that's just slightly higher than what i can do comfortably, because it means i have to be focused, which keeps me on track. i think this is important. it is not the only way.

and then you just meet that goal. if you're new to this, writing 100 words every day might be hard. you don't have to limit yourself to 100, just hit 100 every. single. day.

eventually that will feel easy.

"i don't feel like writing," you will think, "but i've figured out how to get around that."

then you either feel happy with what you're doing or push your word count up.

me? i don't measure how many words i write, because i've already done all of that. for all i bemoan research and being stuck, i'm generally exceptionally effective. i don't think that's bragging; i think the number of asks i have answered with scenes i whipped out of nowhere demonstrate that.

i have spent years getting to the point where i can open up a blank page, on a day when i feel like crap (emotionally), when i have no ideas and no motivation and every word i put on paper feels robotic and stiff and terrible, and still finish what i started. it's hard work. it might not be worth the effort. but. that's what i do.

#ask #anon #mine #personal #reblogs okay #writing #you know i don't think what i do is the only way or even the best way #what i do is the #what i need to do to be a functional human being #way #and that might not work for you but #i think at the least my thoughts on discipline and routine should be more universally applicable

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powerosewaterpuff · 4 years ago

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YO ITS ME AGAIN , so um , some fear gas content in your au please , like fear gased dick and big bro jason comfort him

i genuinely have no excuse as to why this is so late, but oh my god school has been up my ass lately and i haven’t been able to get back into the groove of writing so I took this as an opportunity to build on that a bit. so tysm for the prompt! i rlly rly appreciate it hehe and again this had no excuse to be as late as it was ngl. but again this is my robin reversal au with jason being the oldest (i cant think of a good early hero name though ugh!) and dick being younger than him so enjoy! also so dick isn’t officially robin (he only does that when jason dies), but the persona still exists and he will join on major missions but bruce still has him in training so casual patrols are a no unless they have no other option for back up yk?

tw// there’s a slight mention of needles! it’s super short but i wanna be on the safe side as well as mild mention of cuts and scratches!

it took prodding. begging. and absolutely pleading to get bruce to agree to let jason and dick patrol together on their own. dick and or robin was not a constant on patrols with jason and bruce, as bruce wanted to ensure dick was fully equppied and trained before rushing into the field. it didn’t matter how much dick whined, or complained, or did as twice as many flipping kicks in training, the answer was always a solid no unless supervised or it was necessary. so it was a massive stretch to assume that bruce would agree to let them patrol together. they were practically in shock as bruce gave a nod after a few moments of silence. he even surprised himself. maybe it was the puppy eyed stare (mostly dick), or the reassurances that alfred would be on their comms the entire time, or even the full promise by jason that everything would be alright, but something made bruce say yes. more field training would be more than beneficial for dick anyways, (and that bright smile his youngest gave him and tight squeeze of a hug from his eldest didn’t hurt either).

the only promise jason was going to be able to fulfil was that scarecrow was going to rue the fucking day he decided to rear his ugly face out of arkham. it didn’t matter that bruce was beating the living shit out of him, holding no punches. jason was still brimming with rage. he hopped rooftop to rooftop, whipping his head around wildly as he searched for a fear gassed blur of neon colours. he wished he had been fucking a nanosecond faster, to reach out and pull dick from the blast of fear gas that swam through his nose and induced him in this fucking crazed frenzy. dick had just taken off his mask, right as jason was telling him to wait before bruce gave them the signal, and now jason was scouring the streets of gotham trying to find his brother. (he was going to fucking break scarecrow’s face, if bruce hadn’t already)

jason’s life was never one attributed with luck, it seemed like every possible slot in his pile was stacked firmly against him. except for when out of the corner of his vision he saw a stumbling mesh of a yellow cape climb onto a roof to his left. jason, took this as his initiative to attempt to stealthily sneak up next to dick, using his dark costume as an advantage.

he crept gently over to the building as he saw dick stumble onto his knees and he winced a bit as blood began to trickle down dick’s leg from the gashes beginning to form. dick was looking around wildly, almost in a desperate search for something. now, jason would’ve waited. he should’ve waited. bruce has drilled into his mind that dealing with victims of fear gas had to be done as meticulously and carefully as possible. dick shouldn’t have been any different, jason was able to hold to hold himself back. or he should’ve been able to.

it wasn’t until he saw dick scream out for his mother in a guttural rasp and leap towards the railings of the rooftop, did jason feel his legs take off as he stretched out, and managed to secure an arm around dick firmly. dick screeched even louder, wailing for his mother as he dug his nails into jason’s arms. jason gritted his teeth tightly but held on, because fuck that hurt. dick struggled and pushed, stamping his foot against jason’s leg and attempting to squirm out of his hold. but jason held on.

jason began attempting to reason with dick, he leaned his head down and gently placed it against dick’s. he murmured a bunch of fucking nothing as dick sobbed his throat raw. jason leaned closer to dick’s ear as dick began to shake in fear rather than anger and shut his eyes tight.

“dick? it’s jason, it’s just me. we’re on some fucking rooftop somewhere, and you are safe. okay? i’m holding you, and you’re safe, nothing is going to happen. bruce is gonna be here soon, and everything is going to be okay. i know you’re seeing god knows what, but i’m gonna get you out of this alright? i-i promise.”

jason couldn’t say he wasn’t dumbfounded when dick stopped angrily squirming around and began pressing his face into jason’s chest, with fat tears streaming down his face as he let out a wet sob. jason hesitantly wrapped his slightly bleeding arms around dick even tighter, curling up around him as he tried to push out the sound of dick’s sobs. he was never exactly good at dealing with dicks tears, he hated them so fucking much.

it didn’t take long for batman to arrive on the scene, but it was a scene he didn’t exactly like. his oldest son was cradling his youngest son as he heaved and sobbed. bruce silently stalked over, tapping jason on the shoulder as he waved his hands quietly, indicating that he could take dick off of his hands. jason was, not surprisingly, hesitant. (that untrustful hesitance was something, no matter how far jason did with his recovery, would always exist. that need to protect himself, or anyone he could care about no matter who it was against. that deeply rooted and innate need for self preservation, it marred jason’s soul with broad brush strokes. fading, but never leaving. )

jason almost shook himself into realization, realizing it was batman who was standing in front of him, and not someone of possible harm. he slowly unfurled his arms around dick, but was once again left dumbfounded when dick gripped onto the back of his uniform even tighter. the once muffled sobs got louder as dick desperately tried to hold onto jason. jason felt bruce’s stare, fucking digging into him, but he found himself not caring as he quickly curled back around dick. rocking back and forth, not bothering with the useless platitudes but keeping a firm lock on the back of dick’s neck and his waist. he peered up at batman and caught his gaze, and with a hushed agreement, they nodded at each other.

jason looped his arms around dick’s legs, his face twisting into a deeply set frown as dick’s sobs began morphing into hacking coughs, harsh and volatile. he managed to get himself standing upright as he pressed a kiss onto dick’s tear stained check, whilst still rubbing his back. the pain of others always had physically manifestions on jason. he fucking hated it. his mother would be splayed out on the couch, muttering incoherent fucking nonsense and jason would feel bile sting at the back of his throat, almost tempting him to kneel over and lurch as his body shook violently. and now, hearing dick’s fragmented breaths and shaky sobs, he felt like doing just that.

it had taken an effort, to get jason and dick safely off of the roof, and at the end bruce opted into scooping jason up who had dick clinging onto him like a koala, and simply carrying them both into the batmobile. alfred has already been long informed of the situation and had been able to promptly prepare an antidote that would be ready for their arrival. that did not mean, of course, that dick was compliant in taking the antidote. it took shushing and holding and soft whispers to get him to stop squirming enough for the needle to safely prick through his skin. alfred had opted to use little superman stickers afterwards, they were always dick’s favourite.

it had taken a while for dick to become conscious again, as alfred had added just a touch of sedatives to the antidote. just to help dick relax. when he did wake up, the world around him looking slightly fuzzy around the corners, he found himself encased in two sets of arms. was he in bruce’s bed? dick attempted to sit up but was met with a hand in his face pushing him back down, he turned his head to the side to be met with hazy lime green eyes and a lazy smile.

“dickie, sleep. now. you’ll wake up bruce— dont look at me like that he’s a light sleeper and you fucking know it. now go back to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

“I just woke up though, why am I going back to slee-.”

“sh. your voice is too loud this early in the morning.”

“you’re so annoyin—and get your hand off of me!”

“make me—slapping my hand isn’t doing anything, bud.”

“shut up. i didn’t ask.”

“you’re still not making me”

“i’ll kick you.”

“do it. c’mon. do it right now.”

“fine—stop pinching my cheeks, jay! ow, ow, ow.”

“stop kicking me, then i’ll stop pinching.”

“that’s not fair! who made you the king of rules, assh-.”

“boys.”

“sorry bruce.”

“i’m sorry, B.”

“i’ll whoop your ass tomorrow.”

“I’d like to see you try, you old sack of bones.”

and with a roll of the eyes, a feathery soft kiss was pressed into dick’s forehead. a soft smile curled at dicks lips afterwards, a warm fire nestling in his heart drove the lingering hazy darkness away. dick nuzzled closer into the bed sheets as the two sets of arms encasing him only held on tighter. all curled under the fluffy bedsheets as the morning sun began to rise on the horizon, seeping through the cracks of the dark curtains as a kaleidoscope of colours painted the early morning sky.

fin.

i rlly should’ve made this longer with a little more detail but i haven’t gotten back into the groove of creative writing yet so take this with a grain of salt lmao. but anywho tysm for reading and tysm for the prompt! again i rlly wanna get back into creative writing so hopefully i’ll written sm shit? hopefully? maybe? idk? but again tysm for reading and i am so so sorry for how long this took :]!!

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keichan · 4 years ago

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Running Through the Night Tsukishima x fem!reader Part 3: His Confession

You and Tsukishima have been friends for as long as you two could remember. With a very unexpected confession, how will this affect you two?

Authors note: I hope this chapter hurts <3 Thank you guys for supporting my work! Ily! Please leave some feedback if you like how everything is going so far!

Word count: 2143

Genre: college au, unrequited love, angst, best friends to lovers, fluff somewhere in there, mutual pining

Warnings: manga time skip!!! swearing!

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You and Yamaguchi centered around your laptop watching the Sendai Frogs’ highlights from the game that happened a few hours previously. The Sendai Frogs obliterated the team that they were up against. Kei wasn’t kidding when he said that they’d take the game in straight sets.

“Wow! Tsukki was on fire tonight!” Yamaguchi leans closer to the laptop to see a clip of Tsukishima stuffing the opposing team’s ace. The highlight reel comes to an end with the teams logo appearing and the screen turning black.

“That was a really good game! I’m so proud of him!” you smile as you close your laptop. “Is it just me, or was he playing differently than normal?” you glance up at him. “Much more... Aggressive?”

Yamaguchi let himself sink even further into his seat, “Maybe something gave him even more motivation for blocking. Like in high school when we went up against Ushiwaka-san? With all the extra practices he has been going to,” he suggests. But every word is covered in uncertainty. A frown settles on your face. You know it’s not it. Nothing adds up. He’s been acting far off and hard to reach lately. There’s something else.

Kei wasn’t necessarily someone who is easy to confront. No matter what he will come off as cold and mocking if you try to intervene in personal feelings. You know all too well with what happened after Kei found out about Akiteru’s secret back all those years ago. The best you can do to support him and be happy. After all it’s seemed to work for all of these years.

“Yama, do you know what’s been wrong with him? He always leaves my house without saying a word. Each time he leaves, it’s like he’s there, but he’s out of my grasp. It’s hard to reach him outside of movie nights. I just don’t get it, we’ve been friends for over 15 years, but it’s just, I don’t know? Fading?” the words pour out. You place your face in your hands, not even bothering to look at Yamaguchi.

“I think-“

He was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing.

Matsukawa Issei flashed on your screen.

“Who is it?”

“Matsukawa-san from Seijoh.”

Yamaguchi shot you a confused expression. You haven’t heard from him in a few months, and it was already dipping late into the evening. You wondered what it could possibly be.

“Hello?”

“Yo! Y/N! Are you busy right now?” He was yelling over the sound of music. He must’ve been out at a bar. After all it was a Saturday night.

“I’m with Yamaguchi right now. Why what’s up?”

“Errm… Well uh-“ Matsukawa got cut off to a thud in the background. “Goddammit you guys just hold him up!” he yelled. “So uh… basically Hanamaki and I happened to be at the same club as Tsukishima and his teammates. I think they were celebrating their win tonight. But umm, he’s kinda fucked up. Like really fucked up. We’re trying to give him water and sober him up. We’re sober enough, just not good enough to drive. Would you and Yamaguchi come up here and pick him up? You were the first person I could think of.”

“Yeah. Send me the address and I’ll be there.” Yamaguchi already has his car keys in his hand, standing at the door.

“Where are we going?”

You tilted the phone away from your ear, barely managing a smile. “We’re picking up Kei from the bar. He celebrated a little too hard.”

The silence in the car was stifling. You and Yamaguchi knew that it was out of character for Kei to get fucked up to the point that someone has to go and get him. The three of you (and other Karasuno alumni) have gone out to casually drink, but everyone knows their limit unless it was the intention to get to that point. Which was just an extreme rarity to begin with.

The tension was getting to you, so you decided to bring up a different topic. “I’m glad that our plans are really coming along nicely, aren’t you?” Yamaguchi looks over his shoulder at you and grins. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

The bar wasn’t too crowded when you arrived. You and Yamaguchi walk across the dance floor, automatically feeling out of place, dressed in sweats and sneakers. Tsukishima was slumped over a small round table with an arm completely draping off. Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and the captain of Kei’s team sat around him, sipping on their drinks, enjoying each other’s company as if the unconscious man wasn’t at their table.

“Matsukawa! Hanamaki! Nakamura!” You wave at them. They all stand up to give you a hug and say their hellos to Yamaguchi. The five of you glanced over at Tsukishima to the sound of him groaning. He attempted to lift his head just for it to plop back down onto the table.

“So how did this happen?” Yamaguchi shouted over the music. He rubbed his head nervously before Nakamura placed an arm around his shoulder, “Well Tsukishima was acting pretty strange during warmups and throughout the game. We didn’t really think of anything of it though. He usually goes to all outings with the team regardless. But when he got here, he took every opportunity to down drinks.” Nakamura nodded his head at Tsukishima, “He got to the point where he couldn’t really stand so me and red hair right here managed to get him to where he is now. And Matsugawa-“ “It’s Matsukawa” “Matsukawa, called you, Y/N, and now we’re here!” He stuck his chin up looking satisfied with his answer.

He reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Plus it’s always nice seeing you! You haven’t come by to watch us practice in a while.” You glanced down at the wooden floor, “Sorry, I’ve just been really overwhelmed with school and work, it’s been hard to make time like I used to.”

He shook both of his hands, “No no! It’s not a big deal! Don’t feel bad!” Before you could say another world Yamaguchi speaks up, “Let go ahead and get Tsukki in the car.”

You and Yamaguchi were able to wake him up and get him to stand up on his feet. Using you two as his support, Tsukishima slowly walked across the dance floor, tripping over himself every few steps. Mumbling incoherencies about him being able to walk, that it’s ridiculous that you two showed up when he’s fine and sober. His face scrunched up

You managed to lower him into the backseat of Yamaguchi’s car, which was harder than you think, but after all, he is 6’5. You buckled in his seat belt and began to pull away when he lazily grabbed your arm.

“Thanks, Y/N” he quietly mumbled before his hand slid off and slumped his head against the headrest.

The three of you successfully managed to get to his apartment upstairs and into his bedroom without Tsukishima falling on the floor.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I have to go. I have to be at work really early tomorrow. Do you think that you can handle him?” Yamaguchi sets down a glass of water on Kei’s bedside table with a bottle of aspirin. You nod towards the door, “Go ahead. I can handle Kei. We both know that he’s just a big toddler when he’s like this anyways.”

Yamaguchi laughed in agreement. “See ya! Goodnight, Y/N!”

You heard the front door to the apartment close just to have Kei try to sit up in his bed.

“Ah Kei! You’re awake! Here drink some water and take this!” you pass him the glass and the medicine he slowly takes it. He almost misses the nightstand when putting the water back on it. He slowly looks at you, “Sowwy,” the simple phrase comes out slurred. “I’m jus kinof drunk,” he lets out a soft chuckle before placing his hands behind him on the comforter to support his weight. You look at him expecting to see the usual smirk, but instead it’s a playful smile.

“S’okay.” You walk over to his closet to grab him a change of clothes. Knowing him, he’d be pissed if he woke up in jeans the following morning. You place everything folded nicely beside him. “Kei, I’m gonna go use the bathroom real quick, go ahead and change okay,” the blonde nods as you exit the room.

After a few minutes you come in to see him pulling his shirt down over his head. You pick up the rest of his clothes piled at the side of his bed and place them in the laundry basket on the opposite side of his room.

“Hey, Y/N,” you turned around to see him towering over you. His usually stern features are completely softened. There’s a twinge of sadness in his eyes. You furrow your eyebrows in concern.

“Are you o-”

“Why is it that I try so hard for you…” he talks slowly in an attempt to articulate every word, but his words still come out slurred. “And you just don’t notice me.” His voice faltered.

“What are you talking about, Kei? We’ve been best friends for as long as we both can remember. We’re always together, even despite school and your volleyball career. Of course I notice you.”

He shakes his head and grabs your wrist and looks directly into your eyes. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you m-”

“I love you, Y/N”

There was a brief silence before you let out a short laugh causing his grip to tighten the slightest bit.

“I love you too, Kei? What are you going about?”

His eyes began to water. “Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. There isn’t a second that goes by that you’re not on my mind. Every time I see you, my heart grows warm. I want you to always be happy. No… I want to be the reason that you can be happy everyday. Trust me, I know that I’m cocky, I know I’m a smartass, but I’d do anything for you. I’ll be better than him for you-”

“Kei, please slow down I-”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long I just never had the courage. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. You’re so kind and compassionate, I don’t get how you manage to put up with me sometimes. I am so grateful to have you in my life. I just want to be there for all of your highs and comfort you in all of your lows. After we both graduate from college when we land our dream jobs we can move in together and go adopt a dog like you’ve always wanted. I just want to live out my life with you. Y/N, you make every moment of my life so fulfilling. I cherish you with all of my heart.”

You stood there in awe with your mouth slightly agape trying to comprehend everything that just happened. You didn’t even realize you had tears slowly lining your cheeks until one dropped onto your arm.

“I-I don’t know what to say…” your voice faltered out.

Kei gently rests his hand on your cheek, wiping the tears away as they flow.

“I’m so in love with you L/N F/N” He looks at you dreamily. Never in your life have you seen Tsukishima Kei like this.

Before you could even think to react, Kei quickly leans down and places his lips softly on yours. He pressed a longing kiss on your lips filled with pent up emotions from years and years of longing.

But, you didn’t close your eyes. You didn’t kiss him back. You stood there like a statue. You placed both of your hands carefully on his chest and shifted him away from you slowly.

“Kei, let’s just go to sleep okay,” your voice wavered as you walked him over to the bed, trying your best not to lose your composure in front of him. He just nodded in agreeance Every single thought in your head was screaming for you to leave. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what had just happened. You grabbed his glasses from his face and set them on the nightstand.

“We’ll talk about everything tomorrow okay? I’m going to take the couch tonight. Goodnight, Kei.” Without letting him say a word you turned off the lights and swiftly left the room.

You sat in Tsukishima’s living room staring at the beige wall with tears silently falling down your cheeks. You didn't know what to do. You didn’t fall asleep until the sun came up.

When Tsukishima woke up the following morning he felt absolutely destroyed.

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supercxrpschild · 4 years ago

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request! kara x reader days together

Could you do kara Danvers x reader, fluff, a day off from work please

request for @karazorxel 💗hope you like it!!

Word Count: 520

It had been a long few weeks. Kara had been working hard on an article with a strict deadline and had taken on more in Supergirl duties. Then you had been working non-stop at L-Corp and studying part time; leaving you both like ships in the night.

Getting home when Kara was out, then Kara returning when you were already fast asleep, it felt like forever since you both got to just be a couple.

“Kara? Babe, that you?” you mumbled as you were awoken from your slumber. You rolled over and felt your girlfriend kiss your forehead and push your hair away from your face.

“Yeah sweetheart, go back to sleep.” You mumbled incoherently and nestled back into the pillows. Kara smiled; you were so precious.

It made her heart ache thinking about how little you’ve seen of each other these last couple weeks. As she sped and changed out of her suit and into bed, she decided you both deserve a day tomorrow to be together. She texted Alex and told her not to call her for Supergirl duties tomorrow unless she was the only one who could do it. Then she called in to both L-Corp and CatCo for each of you respectfully. She smiled, satisfied and snuggled into you.

The next morning you woke without an alarm. Kara was gone from bed and you checked the time.

“Shit!” you ran out,

“Kara! Kara we’re so late why didn’t you wake me – “ Kara came over to you and hung her arms around your neck,

“I called in for both of us. I want to spend the. whole. day. with. you.” Kara pressed kisses to every inch of your face with each word. You beamed every time Kara’s soft lips met your skin.

“I’m so excited, I’ve barely seen you Kara” you said sadly, Kara tucked your hair behind your ears and kissed your nose,

“I’m excited too, baby.”

Kara had ordered breakfast from your favourite café and you two sat together and ate in a comfortable silence, just enjoying being with each other finally.

Soon you found yourself tucked under Kara’s protective arm as she traced soothing trails up and down your arm. The movie you both decided on was pretty much forgotten as you leant up and pressed lazy kisses along Kara’s collarbone.

“Mmm, I love you so, so much.” You said in between kisses before flopping back down into your girlfriend’s strong arms. Kara smiled softly, nuzzling her nose into your hair.

“Can we just, stay here forever?” You asked, playing with her fingers.

“I wish honey.” You turned around and pouted at her. She laughed and booped you on the nose.

“Don’t give me that, you know if it was up to me, I wouldn’t do anything but lay here with you in my arms.” You sighed,

“Well we better make the most of it then.” You smirked and before you knew it you were both giggling as she threw you over her shoulder and ran into the bedroom.

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years ago

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Homeward Bound or Meeting The Family

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This Passage contains potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Rod pushes forward the flight back to Kirby's homeland by a day and meets her parents, her Mam takes an instant liking to him, her Da not so much.

Kirby's POV:

Rod shook me awake early in the morning of the Twenty-Seventh.

"Kirbs, we gotta pack."

"No we don't the flight back ain't 'till tomorrow."

"I called the airport, they let me push the trip forward by a day."

I shot up, giving him a worried look, "You pushed the flight forward to today?"

"Yeah."

I rushed to pack everything I had into my bags, mumbling incoherently under my breath.

"When do we leave?"

Rod picked up my suitcase, walking to the door, "In about half an hour."

I threw my gym bag over my shoulder and rushed to get into the D200, waiting for Roddy to check us out of the hotel and join me.

The flight back was uneventful and we got a taxi to my parent's home, with me ringing the doorbell and waiting for the door to open, hearing my parents muffled voices from inside.

"Ya didn't order anything, Heaven?"

"No, Eric. I'll go see who it is."

I shot Rod a reassuring look and waited for my Mam to open the door.

The door swung open.

"fy mhlentyn melys." She put her hands up to cover her mouth.

"Hi Mammy." I dropped my bags and hugged her.

"Come in, come in." She guided us into the living room, my Da on the recliner chair next to the sofa in front of the TV, "We weren't expectin' ya back today. How long are ya staying?"

"About three weeks, ma'am." Rod explained.

"'three weeks'?" I whispered, he nodded in return.

My Da looked up and immediately got up to hug me, "Aw, my baby has come home. Who's your friend?"

"Well, Mam, Da, this is Roddy Piper. He's a co-worker and a close friend." I sheepishly explained.

"I'm ya daughter's boyfriend." He butted in.

"Oh, Really, Is that so?" My Da started, having decided to quiz Roddy, "If you're her boyfriend, what's her favourite food?"

"Da, question him later, please."

"Alright, you're off the hook for now, boyo."

"If you're home for the next week then you can come with us on Sunday to the family get together."

"Which is on Sunday because you expected me back tomorrow?"

"Aye. Your new man can come with us if he likes."

I shot my Mam my best look of 'shuddup Mam you're embarrassing me'.

"I'd love to join you and meet more of your beautiful daughter's family."

We sat on the sofa, with me between Rod and my Da in his recliner chair, my Mam stayed on her feet and the straggler, my old cat came striding into the room and jumped up onto my lap, quickly curling up and letting me pet him.

"Do any of ya want a coffee, or tea?"

"A coffee would be nice." my Da mumbled, focusing again on the TV.

"Yes, a coffee please, Mam."

"A, uh, a cup of tea please, Missus Trevor."

"Ya got yourself a polite one there, Kirby."

"Mam." I chided her as she walked out of the room.

"Who's ya little buddy?"

"This, Rod, is 'The Straggler', he's my cat, and he's a cute little fat blob of a ginger fluffball. Sometimes I think I'm the reason he's fat, other times I think it's him sneaking out at night and eating things he shouldn't, like grass."

"So, his name's 'The Straggler'?"

"No, his actual name is 'Tiger' but we call him 'Fat Man' or 'The Straggler'."

"So, where do we put our bags?"

I lifted the straggler off my lap and got up, placing him back on my seat, he quickly curled up again, happy to be in a place that I had been in seconds before, "Come on, I'll show ya." I grabbed my bags and led Roddy to my bedroom upstairs, putting down my gym bag and opening the door as far as it would go.

My bedroom isn't the biggest but it's big enough to comfortably fit myself and at least one other person. The wall facing the door was covered by a big gothic graveyard tapestry, my sofa bed in front of it, large enough to fit two people or one giant.

The wall to the right was covered by posters of varying designs and sizes, all being rather dark or darkly comedic in nature. In front of that was my desk, completely covered with small trinkets and tiny states as well as a small radio.

Next to that was a bedside cabinet with a makeup caddy on top and my Mam had seemingly gone out to a local shop, buying some fudge and chocolate which she had placed on the cabinet-top.

The wall to the left had a window and a radiator underneath, the curtains, a deep red tartan, were parted, allowing the somewhat bright light of the afternoon into the room.

We walked in and Rod sat down on the bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress and letting out a deep sigh. I walked around to the chest of drawers behind the door and placed my bags on top of it.

"So, your parents aren't as tall as I'd thought they'd be?"

"My Da's five-foot-nine, my Mam's five-foot-four. I have gigantism."

"I know that, but, I just, I guess I wasn't expecting them to be so," He seemed to be fumbling with his words, unsure of how to explain himself, he huffed and then continued, "I wasn't expecting them to be so nice."

"Well, they were kinda forced to be both protective and kind as I grew up. Kind to others who want to be in my life while protecting me from a potentially very harsh world."

"'Cause you're a giant."

"Yeah."

"How old are your parents?"

"My Da's fifty-nine and my mam is sixty."

"They look a lot fucking younger."

"Roderick."

"Kirby, coffee!" My Mam yelled up from downstairs, "You're Uncle David's here!"

"Oh wow, didn't hear my Da call him."

"You expected to hear a phone call from up here?"

"No, they live down the street. Trust me if my family wanted to, we could fill a small town."

"Big family."

"Big but loving family, mostly."

We walked downstairs, getting our drinks from the kitchen, as per the usual my Mam had put them in 'relevant' graphic mugs, mine reading 'Head in the clouds. Feet on the ground.' and Roddy's reading 'Scots know best'. We walked into the living room and Rod got a look at my Uncle David.

A Chubby man with a darker tan than my Da but only slightly shorter despite being older than my Da, as if that has any holding in height.

"Well now, who's this bright young spark hanging out with our Kirby?"

"Uncle David, this is Roddy Piper. Rod, this is my Uncle David."

"Hello, Sir, nice to meet ya."

Hours passed by like minutes just talking and laughing, when we noticed it getting darker, we said our goodbyes and then the conversation over dinner started.

"Take-out or are we cooking?" My Da quizzed

"Well, what've we got in the fridge?" I inquired, quizzing him back

"Enough for a fry up."

"Then I'll make us all a fry up."

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah, unless you're dead-set on having take-out."

"Well if we go down now, we can get a big pizza that'll last today and tomorrow and we won't have to cook."

"Good point, Da. Let's go then."

My Da quickly put his boots on and we headed down the street, bought a big square 32" pizza, walking home with a smaller box of garlic bread slices atop the massive pizza box. We ate and finished our drinks before going to bed for the night, my parents in their room, the straggler in a bucket on the landing and Rod sleeping next to me, or at least we should have been sleeping.

"Kirby?"

"Yes, Rod."

"I love ya, ya know that, right?"

"Yes, I love you too, what's wrong?"

"Part of me wants to be part of your family and another part of me wants to say it's somehow all a lie."

"Well, why do you feel that way?"

"I guess, ugh, no I can't talk about it. But, I've got to say this, just to make sure you understand me. I left home when I was thirteen because I hated how my parents treated me and I needed to get out of that situation. I think I'm just expecting your family to be the same deep down."

"Rod, I love you, I truly do, but, my parents are the way they seem, they're nice but we do get angry, me and my Da have had so many shouting matches I can't count how many times I wanted to run away when I was growing up, but we moved past it. We grew and changed because we knew how badly it would screw the three of us up. My Da's easily angered, my Mam is easily upset, I'm easily anxious."

"Am I going to be stared at on Sunday, baby?"

"Probably. But then again, no one's really used to me having a partner because they never met Erik, and he was never my boy-"

Rod cut me off with a rough kiss, quickly silencing me.

"I thought I said, don't bring him up."

"Roderick Piper. My parents are down the hall and I thought we agreed to only da that when we want to have kids."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can't make out."

"You bring up a good point, come here."

I pulled him into a kiss, intertwining my fingers with his short locks, feeling his hands under my shirt, skin against skin. Somehow the only person I want near me at any point from now onwards in a any way is him, it's like I've forgotten the feeling of anyone else's touch against my skin. He makes me feel sane, and understood, like he is truly 'the one' but only time will tell, I guess.

When we awoke the next morning, Rod's forehead was lightly touching mine.

"Roddy," I whispered, "Roddy, honey."

"What is it babe?"

"Wake up hon."

"Five more minutes, you elven beauty."

I let Rod go back to sleep and got up, dressing myself in some casual clothes (black overalls and a black graphic T-shirt with a skull on it) and headed to the garage/gym space my dad had built.

I didn't realise that half an hour had passed until a knock at the door broke my concentration on my current workout.

"Come in, door's open."

"Hey Sweetheart."

"Hi, Rod, whaddya want?" I asked, breathless.

"Ya Mam sent me to talk to ya, said ya didn't get any breakfast, wanted me to give ya this," He chucked over a sealed bottle of chocolate milk, "Ya alright baby girl?"

"I'm fine, I just missed being able to just come in here and work out."

"So, this is how ya trained when ya were younger?"

"Yeah, I started wrestling when I was sixteen and before that I did kick-boxing, gymnastics, rugby, football, anything really," I took a swig of the milk, "One day, my uncle Tony, took me and my cousins to see a wrestling show, when I was about fourteen, and I decided that's what I wanted to do."

"So you focused on wrestling from that point onwards, ya never wanted to do anything different?"

I took another swig of the milk, letting out a vague 'mmn' before putting it down so I could answer him, "Wasn't until I was, twenty-five that I started thinking, about what the rest of my life holds for me, I would like a house of my own, and someone to share it with. Potentially a small but traditional wedding, a couple of kids, maybe a pet or tw-"

Rod pulled me into a rough but loving kiss, cupping my cheek with one hand and wrapping his opposite arm around my waist. A couple seconds later he pulled away, kissing my neck and whispering out the words, "Mo chridhe, I promise you I'll do whatever I can to give you everything you need in life. A family. A home. A traditional wedding. Kids. Anything, you name it and I will try my hardest to give it to you, and even if I don't succeed, you'll still have my love. Forever and ever, mo chridhe, I mean it."

"Roddy, I … I have no words good enough to describe how safe and happy, and sane you make me feel."

"I don't need words. Actions speak a million times louder."

"C'mere you," I pulled him into another kiss, intertwining my left hand with his hair and wrapping my right arm around his waist, feeling his arms around my waist slowly pull me as close as he could get me, letting the quiet calm of the morning slowly turn into a small amount of chaos as he pulled away with that devilish grin on his face. It's shocking how that grin can make me feel intrigued but scared at the same time.

END OF HOMEWARD BOUND or MEETING THE FAMILY

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cas-kingdom · 5 years ago

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Interruptions

A/N: Here’s a little something to soothe our aching hearts after the whirlwind that has been Peaky Blinders season 5 so far... who’s ready for episode 4 tomorrow because I’m fucking not.. XD

Find the OC version of this fic here.

Title: Interruptions

Summary: Of all the places to get the hiccups... one of Tommy’s family meetings definitely isn’t one of them.

Words: 3678

“So far, everything seems to be running quite smoothly for a change. Money’s coming in fast, there’s been no trouble as of late – unless you count John falling down the stairs last night and waking the whole house up.”

Tommy was cut short as bursts of laughter echoed around the table he was currently stood at, conducting that week’s family meeting. John was scowling as his siblings giggled at his expense – or, in Arthur’s case, it was more like wheezing – and Polly was shaking her head with a smile on her face as she smoked.

“The next race is in two weeks time, so things’ll be getting busier,” Tommy spoke up yet again, successfully silencing his family. “Finn, I want you back in the shop with John, learning from him, and, this time, he’s gonna be giving you more work. It’s time for you to take the reins a little more, alright?” He looked at his youngest brother, who immediately nodded while simultaneously attempting to suppress an excited grin. John clapped him on the back.

“Y/N-” Tommy directed his attention towards you where you were sat up next to your aunt, leaning against her side while tracing the design on Tommy’s empty whiskey glass in your hands. It was no secret that you found these meetings boring. You’d much rather be off actually doing business than sitting and talking about it, but you knew they were necessary. You glanced up at your name- “you’ll be with me, as you always are, in the office. If anything rises that needs me out on the streets, Arthur’ll take over.” He looked to the eldest, who nodded once. “Ada, if you’re able to join us in between minding Karl, we’d app-”

A resounding noise echoed around the room, causing Tommy to stop abruptly and all eyes to turn to you. Your own eyes widened and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. “Sorry. Continue.” Of all the times to get the damn hiccups.

Your brother was clearly trying not to smile, as were the others around you, but he started speaking as soon as you’d stopped. “Uh… as I was saying, we’d appreciate the help, Ada. Aunt Pol, John, Arthur, you know-”

Another hiccup. You quickly clapped your hand over your mouth and bit your lip, unable to look up and meet Tommy’s eyes, who’d stopped yet again to turn an accusatory look on you. John snorted a little less than discreetly, and Finn was making a weird face as though to stop himself from bursting into laughter.

“You know your jobs…” Tommy finished, looking at you as though you were going to hiccup again. After a couple seconds of silence, he turned back to address the whole family, walking forward and leaning his hands on the table. ”Until then, we work as usual. There’s not a lot to be done-”

Hiccup!

Tommy shut his eyes. John and Finn practically collapsed on the table in laughter. Arthur was laughing into the fist held at his mouth. Ada was openly grinning. Polly was rolling her eyes. And you… were covering your face in complete embarrassment and groaning. Not the time. Not the time at all.

“Y/N…” Tommy opened his eyes and looked over at you, ignoring his brothers, who currently sounded like dying hyenas. “As you can see, we’re trying to conduct some business, here.”

At this, you took your head out of your hands and narrowed your eyes at him. “Tommy, as you well know, I can’t fucking help it.” Punctuated perfectly by a hiccup.

The two of you stayed looking at each other for a moment, Tommy obviously waiting for you to hiccup and consequently lose what you seemed to think was an intimidating glare. Nevertheless, it was apparent that something else was due to break your hard exterior before your hiccups did.

“BOO!”

“AHHH!” you screamed, shooting up in your seat as someone suddenly leaned in and shouted in your ear. You whipped around just in time to see Polly slap Arthur.

“Christ, Arthur!” she admonished. “You gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“What?” He shrugged. “Was only trying to help!”

“If you wanted to scare her, Arthur, all she had to do was look at your face.”

Tommy seemed amused by the situation. He stood straight and crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “Did it work?”

The room fell silent for a moment. Nothing could be heard except the ticking of the grandfather clock and the quiet shuffling off your brothers. Just as you were about to say you believed they’d gone, you hiccupped again. “No.” A pointed glare was sent in your eldest brother’s direction, clearly relaying the fact that he’d scared the life out of you for no reason at all. Arthur put both hands up in surrender before backing off.

“Nah, you gotta drink water upside-down,” John said. He turned to Finn. “Go get her a glass, yeah?”

Finn, clearly knowing that the next few minutes would be torturously hilarious if John had anything to do with it, nodded and eagerly got up from his seat, racing off into the kitchen. Rolling your eyes, you leaned back against your aunt, who placed a hand on top of your head. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said as she brought her cigarette to her lips, “get ready for incessant pestering from those brothers of yours until your damn hiccups decide to piss off.” You hiccupped before groaning and placing your hands over your eyes, shaking your head when Finn came back and handed John the glass of water.

“Right. On your feet, Y/N,” Arthur said, walking in front of Polly and hauling you up. He pushed you towards where John was waiting, giant grins on their faces. “You’re gonna take a sip of this water and keep it in your mouth while John and I hold you upside down.”

Your eyes widened, body jolting with the small force of yet another hiccup, and you looked frantically between the two. “Can’t I just… I don’t know. Tilt my head forward?”

John shook his head and handed you the water. “Got to do this the Shelby way. Load up.” He practically thrust the glass into your hands and you rolled your eyes before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.

“Get into a handstand,” Arthur ordered, head motioning towards the ground, and you reluctantly obeyed, stretching your arms out and falling forward into a handstand. He and John immediately grabbed hold of your legs.

“Now swallow,” the younger said, looking down at you.

You did as was asked, but immediately grimaced, face scrunching up. “Fuck!”

Ada, who’d been silently watching alongside Tommy and Polly, frowned. “What?”

“It went up my fucking nose!”

As your brothers set about laughing at your expense, clearly being proved that this tactic had been useless when you hiccupped yet again, Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head at the two women still acting their age. “When in hell did this family meeting turn into a practical lesson on how to stop the fucking hiccups?”

Polly stubbed her cigarette and reached for her coat. “Haven’t a clue,” she said, standing up, “but if we’re all done here, I’m going for a walk. Ada?”

Ada nodded and followed after her. “Coming.” She pointed a threatening finger at Arthur, John and Finn, who were helping you stand to your feet. “Don’t kill her.”

“We’ll try.” You whacked Finn on the back of his head at that.

“What’s next, then?” Arthur asked. He briefly caught sight of Tommy still standing at the head of the table and quickly turned to him. “Uh… assuming Tom’s finished… and all…”

Tommy rose an eyebrow and mumbled incoherently under his breath. He shook his head and reached over for the whiskey glass you’d been absently fiddling with before moving to pour himself a drink. “Well, since two members of our family are no longer here, there’s nothing more we can talk about. And I’d prefer to speak to people currently not acting like children.”

“Hey, I was forced into this, you know,” you accused your brother. “I was just sitting there nice and quietly-”

“Until you hiccupped.”

“Yes, until I hi- shut up, Finn.”

Tommy heaved a sigh and walked back to his seat. He placed his glass on the table and sat down, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it. He glanced up and realised his brothers were still looking at him, probably intending to find some sort of sign they were allowed to go ahead with what they were doing. He rose his eyebrows before motioning with his hands to continue, and John immediately turned to Arthur. “She’s gotta hold her breath.”

“For how long?”

“Not a clue. But I remember Mum telling me to do it once.”

“Did it work?” Finn asked.

“Can’t remember.”

“Well, how the fuck are we gonna know if it’ll work with me, then?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“We do it, smartass,” John replied, leaning forward and touching his forehead to yours. You growled and pushed him, chuckling, away from you. “Sit here,” he said, pulling a chair out, “and breathe in and out... it’s called measured breathing, or something of the sort.”

“How long do I hold the breaths for before releasing them?” you asked him, doubt lacing your voice, after a hiccup.

Arthur shrugged and sat next to you. “We’ll all do it with you, alright? Sit down, boys.”

You couldn’t help but turn to Tommy with a look of imploration as your brothers forcibly pushed you down on the chair, but was unpleasantly surprised to see the corners of his lips turned upwards as he held his cigarette between them. Scowling, you rolled your eyes and turned your attention to John, who was tapping your shoulder. “What?”

“You ready to breathe?” he asked.

“I’m already breathing, moron.”

“Fucking hell,” John muttered as Finn spluttered. “You know what I fucking mean. Now, watch me.” He sat up straight in his chair and began to breathe in for a few seconds before breathing out yet again. He finished just in time for you to let loose yet another hiccup.

“This is getting tiring, now,” you said with a sigh. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“Right, Tommy, you can do the counting, yeah?”

Tommy heaved a sigh, looking at Arthur’s expectant gaze for a second before throwing his hands up and taking a swig from his drink. “I apparently have nothing better to do. You ready, boys? Y/N?” It took another hiccup before you were able to nod your head alongside your brothers. Tommy shook his head fondly. “Right. Breathe in.” He watched as the four of you sucked in your breaths, barely able to contain his smile at the spectacle. If anyone walked in…

“One, two, three. Breathe out… two, three...” Your mouths formed small ‘o’ shapes as you released the breaths you’d been holding, and Tommy continued to struggle with his amusement. Thankfully, after repeating his words a few times and watching his siblings breathe in and then out, he quickly learnt to keep his composure. “Alright, let’s see if our work here’s payed off.” He stuck his cigarette, which he’d been smoking amidst counting, between his lips and looked at you. His brothers followed his lead, turning in their chairs, and you tried not to get irritated under their almost scrutinising gazes. The room fell silent once more, waiting to see if any sound would dare make its way past your lips-

You were surprised when it happened, but your surprise didn’t amount to the frustration you were feeling. “Oh, just fuck off,” you mumbled, and Arthur, the only one close enough to hear, chuckled at your obvious attempt to communicate with your hiccups, of all things.

“What’ve we got left?” he asked a moment later.

John narrowed his eyes in thought.

Tommy stayed silent.

Finn crossed his arms over his chest.

You hiccupped.

Arthur snorted.

“I got nothing,” Finn said, throwing his hands up in the air.

The eldest made a noise of agreement and went to get a drink before John suddenly turned to you with an evil grin. Immediately disliking it, you stared straight back at him and unconsciously moved away. “What?”

“I know what we can do.”

Arthur turned, leaning against the table and taking a drink from his newly-filled glass. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” He reached over, readying to grab you. “We can tickle the hiccups outta her!” And, with that, your brother grasped your waist and practically dragged you out of your chair and onto his lap, hands squeezing and making you squeal.

“Fuhuck you!” you giggled, slapping his hands away. He laughed as he stopped and you fell back against his chest, still holding the hands clasped in front of you.

“Who wants to do the honour?” John asked, glancing between his brothers, and you immediately recovered and attempted to launch yourself off his lap. “Oi!” he chuckled, tightening his grip. “You want to get rid of these hiccups or not?” The hiccup which emanated from you not a second after added to that point.

“There has to be tons of other ways!” you insisted, turning to look up at him.

“Sure there are,” Arthur said with a smirk, “but, given how sensitive you are, this’ll probably be the most effective, eh?”

“No! Fuck off, ArthAH!” you yelped as Finn reached forward and poked your side. He laughed and jumped to the side when you moved as though to hit him, but John held you back. The cold glare you sent him was swiftly interrupted by a hiccup, as was to be expected.

“Tommy?” John looked over to his older brother, who was watching on silently.

“Mhm.”

“If you’d be so kind?” He grinned and glanced down at you, obviously passing some sort of message. Unfortunately, with the situation you were currently in, you knew exactly what message that was.

Snapping your head around to glare up at John, you shook your head. “Oi! No! I’m fine!”

“Ah, come on, Tom,” Arthur said encouragingly. “Come help our sister be rid of these damned hiccups.”

You grew silent, both you and Tommy looking at each other as though in some kind of quiet staring match. After a few seconds, he reached over, stubbed his cigarette, downed the rest of his drink, and stood to his feet, brushing himself off. A panicked expression wafted over your face as he said his next words. “I suppose I can indulge you.”

“No, no, no!” you shouted, ignoring the feeling of John chuckling behind you as he tried to keep hold of you. “Don’t indulge anyone! No indulging today, thanks!” Another hiccup that immediately set Finn off into a laughing fit. You didn’t really have time to glare at him, too busy focusing on Tommy’s approaching form.

Tommy merely rose an eyebrow when he reached the chair John was sat on and crossed his arms over his chest. “Sweetheart,” he said with a deep sigh, as though he were talking business, “if I don’t do it, Arthur will do it. If Arthur doesn’t do it, John will, and if John doesn’t, Finn will. You know that.”

“I don’t give a shit!” you all but shouted, now attempting to wiggle your way out from under John’s arms. He seemed amused at your – obviously futile – try for escape and grinned up at Tommy. “Anyone but you! Anyone but fucking you!” Your voice was beginning to get a whiny edge to it, now, and your brothers were looking on with laughter shining in their eyes.

Tommy frowned and uncrossed his arms. He reached them out and motioned for John to hand you over to him. You groaned and tried yet again to flee, but a hiccup was enough to distract you and Tommy easily bent over and lifted you, bridal-style, into his arms. “Now, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say, was it?” he said as you buried your head in the collar of his shirt while wrapping your arms around yourself as much as possible. Tommy rose both eyebrows and looked up and over at his brothers.

“Go get her, Tom,” Arthur called encouragingly, and you were brave enough to unwrap one hand from yourself and give him the middle finger.

You hiccupped in response and Tommy immediately shifted his grip on you. “It must be done, little sister,” he said. “You don’t want to be stuck with them forever, do you?” You didn’t reply to him, head still invisible against his shirt. Smiling, he leaned down and lowered his voice to a mere whisper. “This is what happens when you interrupt one of my meetings.” And with that, he curled the fingers he had at your waist and dug them into your side, immediately causing you to squeal and jolt in his arms.

Arthur laughed and leaned back against the table, bringing his glass to his lips. He looked over at John and Finn to see that they clearly weren’t bothering to hide their amusement at all, either.

“Tohohohommy!” you laughed, desperately attempting to get away from his tickling fingers. Of course, that was practically impossible, considering you were in his hold and therefore couldn’t really escape much at all. God, you would praise the day you became too big to fit in your big brother’s arms... “Stohop!”

“I can’t do that until you’ve stopped hiccupping,” Tommy told you, tilting his head back slightly to avoid your hand which had resorted to pushing against his face. He moved his fingers a little higher to your ribs and you immediately let loose a scream that would most likely have caught Uncle Charlie’s attention from the yard. Smiling slightly, he turned and began absently walking around the room, all the while tightening his hold on you to keep from dropping you.

“HEHEHEHEY!” you just about managed to get out. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head as his other hand joined the fray. There really wasn’t much use in attempting to pry them off your body; he was simply too strong, and even if you weren’t weakened by your laughter, you wouldn’t have had much of a chance.

“What?” Tommy asked. His smile grew at your clear inability to answer him.

“Get her neck, Tom!” John called out, and you had enough time to increase the pitch of your laughter in protest before Tommy did exactly that, moving one hand up to the sensitive skin on your neck and under your chin.

“AAAAHAHAHAHA!” you squealed, and your brother couldn’t contain his low chuckle. You were practically spluttering now, neck scrunched up in a weak attempt to get his dexterous fingers away from you.

“Now her feet!” Finn shouted.

Tommy rolled his eyes and turned to face his brothers, somehow managing to keep a straight face while still holding what could easily be mistaken as a madwoman. “I can’t reach her fucking feet, Finn,” he said, “and even if I could, those bloody boots take fucking ages to lace up. I’m not taking them off only to have to help get them back on again.”

Finn shrugged and sat back, clearly thinking something along the lines of “your loss, Tom.” He and his brothers had always managed to get the most adorable squeaks out of you when they went for your feet. But, then again, they pretty much garnered the same response wherever they put their fingers, so he supposed he could make do with what he had in front of him at the moment.

Tommy turned a little and smiled down at you. “And now,” he said, as though declaring something important, “for the big finish.” He stopped his fingers in their assault and lifted you slightly before dipping his head down and blowing a loud raspberry on your bare stomach, right under where your shirt had unfortunately ridden up in your innumerable failed attempts for freedom.

“NOOOOOOOO!” you practically wailed, causing your brothers who weren’t currently attacking you to burst into even more laughter than was already spilling from their mouths. Even Tommy had to stop with a fond shake of his head and a grin on his usually frowning lips after he’d pulled away. You lay, limp and panting, in his arms, chest heaving with each breath you took. Though your eyes were closed, there was a huge grin on your face.

“Alright, now,” Tommy said, leaning down slightly to press a soothing kiss to your forehead. The mere feeling of him touching you caused you to jerk, however, and instinctively curl in on yourself, and your brother laughed as he quickly withdrew his head. “Steady,” he said. “I’m done. Promise.” Shaking his head yet again, he gently placed you back on your feet and pushed you towards Arthur.

Your eldest brother put his drink on the table. “N’awww,” he mockingly cooed, pulling you into his arms, “was big bad Tommy too much for you, Y/N, eh?”

Tommy rolled his eyes from where he was sat back in his chair. “Big bad Tommy barely touched her.”

“That’s a lie,” you hissed at him from under Arthur’s arm, but he merely winked in response.

“Go and find Pol and Ada,” he told you. “You could use a walk after that.” You weren’t quite ready to test how he’d take you disobeying him just now, so nodded in agreement. Anywhere away from your damn brothers would be better than where you currently were, you couldn’t help but think.

“Oi, wait!” John called as you approached the door to the next room. “Did it work? Are they gone?”

All eyes turned to you – as was practically customary, now – and you found yourself shutting your own, willing your body to cooperate for once, instead of fidgeting under their gazes. After a few seconds of intense silence, you opened your eyes and a huge smile spread across your lips.

“I’m free!” you said, almost jumping for joy. “I’m fucking fr-” Hiccup!

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N.”

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