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biancadjarin · 2 years

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Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Chapter 1 : Kiss it Better

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Pairing : EM x Popular cheerleader

You’re reorganizing the shelves in the nurses office on a Thursday afternoon. You started spending your free periods after lunch here to get some extra service hours and to make your mom happy, a nurse herself. This day in particular you’re the only volunteer and it’s pretty quiet. Occasionally someone will come in with a headache needing some advil or a bandaid for a cut. So you’ve gotten really good at getting a head start on your homework while you spend your 5th period in here.

You’re turning the page in your geometry textbook when you hear a knock. Before you can stand to open the door, it’s swinging open and the school freak, Eddie Munson, is ducking into the room. “Hey I-” he glances at you before doing a double take “I- uh”. “Oh my god” you rush over to him and look at the blood running down his cheek and caked on his knuckles. “Come in, sit down here.” He winces, walking holding his side and slowly sits on the paper covered bench. “Thanks.” You smile at him, grabbing some gauze, alcohol, and a few other things from the cabinet. You quickly wash your hands and you can hear his labored breathing behind you. He sucks air in through his teeth as he squeezes his eyes and exhales with a little whine. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon.” You assure him. “What happened?” He sucks his teeth “Got in a fight after Jason said some shit in the cafeteria. I’m so tired of that guy.”

“Oh…” you know Jason since you’re on the cheerleading team but you’re not really a fan of his. He treats your friend Chrissy like crap and you’ve spent more than one night at her house wiping her tears away after he’s said something stupid and hurt her gentle feelings. But you don’t feel the need to tell Eddie how you really feel.

Especially since it’s getting kind of hard to form thoughts. You’ve had a little crush on Eddie since you first met him last year when you were the new girl in town. A lot of guys had tried to talk to you, asked to take you out but none of them were who you wanted. Someone mysterious, charismatic, passionate, funny. You wanted Eddie. And then when the whole “hot, new girl” buzz wore off and the douches started to leave you alone, you focused more on classes and cheerleading, putting finding a boyfriend in the back of your mind. But you’ve always harbored this crush on Eddie.

“I didn’t know you were the type to get into fights..” He snorts, “s’not like you know much about me at all.” You raise your eyebrows and nod, beginning to dab at the cut on his cheekbone. He felt bad, he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, he just meant the two of you didn’t interact much. He’d like for that to be different. But why would a sweet, popular girl like you ever even want to look in his direction? You continue to wipe the dried blood off his cheek and he sucks in a breath when you clean it with alcohol soaked gauze. “Sorry, but this will help it not get infected.” you say sweetly. He nods slowly watching your face as you furrow your brow and bite your bottom lip as you focus on his injury. Your heart starts to beat faster when you feel his eyes take in your face, his gaze falling to your lips and neck. You subtly squeeze your boobs together as you lean forward, hoping he notices your cleavage peeking out of your v-neck. His eyes dip down before blinking and looking towards the ceiling.

He clears his throat, “You um- you were in my English class last year? Y/N right?” “Mhm” you nod. Eddie had sat in the back of that class and hardly paid attention, when he bothered to show up at all. “You were always the first one to raise your hand when Mr. Brown asked a question.” He smiles, his memory of you distracting him from the throbbing in his hand. You feel your cheeks burn. Was he watching me in class? “Y-yeah I um.. English is my favorite subject.” He flashes a smile at you as you rub neosporin on his cheek. “Course it is princess”. His little nickname makes your heart skip a beat. You place a bandaid on his cheek, scooting back in your chair to take a look at your work. “Not me. I flunked that class. And most of my classes last year. S’why I’m here this year. Again.” He lifts his hands to emphasize. “Ahhh-“ he winces as he remembers the state of his knuckles. “Ok ok funny guy, try to keep still. Your cheek’s gonna be ok, just keep it clean, ice it when you get home and try not to get punched in the face again for at least a week ok?” He chuckles. “I’ll try.”

His eyes softening as he looks into yours. You feel a flurry of butterflies swirl in your stomach. How can someone so tough and scary have such sweet puppy dog eyes? You shake your head, pushing that thought away, “Do you think anything’s broken? Can you bend your fingers?” You gently slip his metal rings off of each finger and place them delicately on a paper towel. He flexes his fingers and shakes his head, poofy brown hair curling around his face. “Don’t think they’re broken.” You nod. You take his hand in yours and begin to clean. You scrunch your your nose and tell him “This is going to burn.” His lips form a little o as he exhales a gust of breath “ok I’m ready.” You pour alcohol on his knuckles and his other hand flies to your knee and squeezes. “Jesus! Fuck!” “I know, I know, I’m sorry. But we’re almost done.” You examine his knuckles closer, mostly just scraped up really, no bones or anything seriously broken. He grunts in response, his eyes screwed shut and his free hand still resting on your leg. You feel his thumb start to absentmindedly rub a rough circle on your thigh and your mind goes blank. All you can focus on is him touching you. You grab the cream and gauze. He peeks at his hand, exhaling in relief that it’s almost over. His eyes watch as your delicate fingers finish massaging the cream into his knuckles before wrapping his hand with gauze. “You’re really good at this.” Eddie says. “Well one upside to watching a lot of horror movies. Blood doesn’t gross me out like it does most people”. You smooth your fingertips over the wrappings to make sure it’s tight and then you smile at him, remembering what your mom always used to do when you would get hurt. You gently lift his hand with both of yours and give his knuckles a delicate kiss. He exhales a breath that he’d been holding in with a small laugh. “Sorry that was so weir-“ You say standing up and rushing to wash your hands again. Anything to hide your reddening face. “No, no, it wasn’t. That made it better” he smiled. That perfect Eddie smile. “Do you kiss everyone’s booboos?” He teases. You turn around and shake your head, “No actually”. “Well then I’m honored! But I think my cheek could feel a little better too…” he taps his pointer finger on the bandage there. The butterflies are going crazy in your stomach but you turn around and look at him. You step towards him and rest your hand on his denim covered chest, ready to lean towards his bandage covered cheek when you hear a banging on the door. “Eddie Munson are you in there?!” Your eyes go wide as you walk towards the door and open it. Principal Higgins towers over you as he shoots Eddie a look over your shoulder. “Fighting in the cafeteria and then hiding out in the nurse’s office? Honestly Eddie when are you going to grow up?” “I wasn’t hidi-“ “Enough! My office, let’s go!” Higgins turns and leads the way towards his office as Eddie rolls his eyes and begins to follow. He stops in front of you, his face inches from yours. “Thanks again princess.” He whispers with a weak smile as his hand reaches out to grab yours. He lightly rubs your thumb before letting go, disappearing into the hall. You begin to clean up the mess left from fixing Eddie up when something shiny catches your eyes. Eddie forgot his rings.

Once again my colorful conversations are inspired by the adorable @princesssmimi go read her stuff !

#eddie munson #em x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #self insert fic

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autumnpeaches · 2 years

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and now i see daylight. | travis hackett x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: After surviving until dawn six years ago, you’d never imagine having to survive another monstrous event… until now. You’re heading to Hackett’s Quarry this summer to be a counselor with two of your newest friends, only you don’t make it right away to camp like you thought you would.

TW: canon typical violence??

TAGS: multi-chapter fic :), slight slow burn???, strangers to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, age difference, older man/ younger woman, slight references to until dawn, slight mention of until dawn characters

PROLOGUE CHAPTER II

CHAPTER I (LINK TO AO3)

23:50 | JUNE 24 — ROUTE 919

Max and Laura were nice enough to let you carpool with them. Despite your age, you have yet to own a car, usually relying on public transportation to get around.

Sitting in the backseat, your head rested against the window as you observed your surroundings. Max had been driving for almost the whole day now since Laura decided that she wanted to arrive at camp early by a day to scope out the area, which… wasn’t a bad idea, but also wasn’t the best considering that it’s nearly midnight.

The three of you were severely lost and all you could see ahead of you were just trees going on for miles and miles.

The full moon above you felt threatening, emphasizing the fact that you guys were driving in the dead of night. The moon was full that night six years ago too.

Suddenly, you felt the skin on your face prickle in pain. Letting out a hiss, your hands moved to massage your face.

Although your scars had fully healed, sometimes, you’d feel a sting sensation across your face. Phantom pains. Massaging your face helped to soothe it, but when that didn’t work, you relied on your meds. Nothing too expensive, just some over the counter medicine, like tylenol or advil.

Laura turned around to face you, “You okay?”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah, yeah. Just the phantom pains. I’ll take some meds if I need to.”

She gives you a quick nod, turning back to the front to turn off the music. Max glanced at Laura before returning his attention to the road.

“Why’d you kill the music?” he asked.

“I think you know why,” she says.

Max lets out a confused laugh, “Uhm, I don’t think I do—”

Seeing that Max wasn’t getting the point, Laura generously gives him a hint. “It begins with an ‘L’? Like the ‘L’ word?”

Max stares blankly at the road ahead, turning to look at Laura for a moment, “Lesbians??”

Snorting, you fixed your posture as you exclaimed, “Oh my god, Max, we’re fucking lost!”

Max narrowed his eyes at the rearview mirror, “We’re not lost! We’re just… we’re in geographic flux!”

My god!!

Laura rolls her eyes, “Right. So.. lost.”

Max tilts his head slightly in disagreement. “That’s debatable.”

Sighing, you lean back into your seat as the two begin their squabble. The car bounces from time to time as Max drives over some bumps in the road.

As you looked over to the other side of the window, your eyes caught sight of Laura’s backpack, which was laying right next to you in the seat over. There were two folded papers sticking out of the packet: the leaflet containing information of the camp and… the map!

“A-ha!!”

At the sound of your triumphant yell, the two paused. The sound of the map rustling as you unfolded it made Max glanced at the rearview mirror for a second, “Did you find something?”

You wiggled your eyebrows and grinned as Laura turned back to look at you. “The supposed answer to our current problem on being lost!!”

Lifting both your hands, you revealed the map with a little, dramatic shake. “I present!! The map!!!”

You offered the map to Laura, who took it while asking, “Did you take a look at it yet?”

“Pfft, yeah, but I don’t think I have the best coordination skills. I tried figuring out where we are, but that’s kinda hard to do when there’s no signs around, and we’re literally in the middle of nowhere surrounded by billions of trees.”

Max lets out a breathy chuckle, “Yeah.”

As Laura takes a minute to herself to examine the map, Max turns his head to glance at it too, only… the glance turns into a staredown.

Max breaks focus when you shout at him to keep his eyes on the road.

A loud gasp slips from your mouth as he yells out in surprise.

The three of you spot something on the road. The car is near to hitting it, and Max swerves the car to avoid it.

Of course, this action does not come without consequences. The harsh swerve makes Max lose control of the car for a bit, swerving through the opposite lane. A loud crash could be heard as the car wrecks through the fence that separates the road from the woods.

The swerve also makes you hit your head on the window, and you lose consciousness for a moment.

Only when the car finally comes to a stop does Max and Laura notice your lack of voice. Upon noticing you passed out, Laura quickly jumps out to go check on you. Max climbs out a second later, standing behind her as she opens the car door to where you sat.

Her hands lightly shake your shoulders, yelling your name in multiple attempts to wake you up. That seemed to do the trick as your face grimaces. Eyes slowly opening, you blink at her groggily.

“Are you okay?!” Laura exclaims. The couple stare at you with concerned expressions, waiting for you to reply.

“Yeah, yeah… I think I’m okay,” you reply, nodding steadily as you move to exit the car. You let out a sigh as you took a look at your surroundings. Trees for fucking days.

“Did you guys happen to see what we almost hit???” The two shook their heads.

“Okay… okay… Are you guys okay??? Is the car okay???”

Max walked over to the front of the car as he replied, “Yeah. We’re both okay… Like Laura said earlier, still in one piece, right?”

You made a noncommittal noise, “I guess.”

Max grumbled, a frown upon his face as he examined the hood of the vehicle. “I really F’d this car up.”

Walking over, you stood next to him to take a look at the car as well. “I think it looks worse than it is,” you offered. “Maybe you should check the damage before we try starting up the car again?”

Max gave a nod, “Yeah, yeah… you’re right. My mom’s gonna kill me though.” Turning in Laura’s direction, he shouted, “Hey, hun! Can you get my tools from the trunk?”

Laura gave him two thumbs up, “Yeah, sure!” Quick with her hands and feet, Laura was in the front with you guys within a minute, phone in hand with the light on.

Max shot her a smile, “Thanks, hun.” Laura smiled back, “Yeah. Do you need a hand?”

“Yeah, actually. If you could just shine a light right here…” Max gestures to the spot, and Laura shines the light towards that area.

She turns her head for a moment to glimpse deeper into the woods. “The sooner we get out of here the better.”

You nod as you move to stand next to Laura, “I completely agree. The three of us alone in the middle of the creep ass woods at night is kinda freaky.”

Max pauses his work for a moment to grin at you, “Didn’t know you were into threesomes.”

Laura and Max break into a small fit of laughter, the smack to your forehead rings loud and clear as you facepalm, grumbling to yourself.

As Max returns to fixing up the car, a rustling from the side catches both yours and Laura’s attention. She turns her light towards the direction of the noise right as you hear a whisper, “Silas.”

Was that a… woman?

The two of you turned to look at each other. “Did you—?” Laura nods, “Yeah.”

She speedwalks off to the right to see if there might be anything or anyone out there. You follow in suit, Max noticing your disappearances a second later. “Where are you two going?”

While you stop yourself from walking any further away, Laura continues, slowing just slightly to reply as she waves a hand to indicate where she’s heading, “Just, over here…” You can see the worried expression forming on Max as he shouts to her, “Just… stay there for a second okay? I’m almost done!”

You head over to Laura, who pauses only for a short moment before she shouts back at him impatiently, “My god, Max. Hurry up!” He relents on fixing up the car for a short moment, and heads over to meet the both of you. “What’s going on?”

“I’m worried that there’s somebody down there,” Laura explains.

Max raises his eyebrows at her. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah— they could be hurt. I don’t know.”

“I didn’t think we actually hit anyone…”

“Well I don’t know… I just— I heard something, okay. It sounded like… a woman.”

Nodding, you chimed in, “Yeah, I heard it too.”

“Do you think we hit her?” Max asked nervously.

Laura shrugs, “I don’t know… I just want to check it out… Just in case.” Turning, she headed towards what seems to be a small ledge in the woods.

Max follows closely behind, helping her climb down. “Okay. Alright. Just don’t go too far, okay? Be careful.”

You give him a pat on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Max, I’ve got her. Good luck with the car.”

He nods in thanks, helping you down. “You be careful too.”

Winking at him, you tell him that you’re always careful before you turn to go catch up with Laura, who’s already gone ahead of you. “Hey, wait up!”

#the quarry #the quarry fic #travis hackett x reader #travis hackett #slight slow burn???#slow burn #strangers to lovers #angst #hurt/comfort #age difference #older man/younger woman #slight references to until dawn #slight mention of until dawn characters

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 3 months

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Second part for today....

It's morning and the sun is shining into Evan's room. My eyes flutter open and I see him asleep next to me. My head hurts slightly and I can't remember what I did with my phone. I sit up in bed and I look to the nightstand beside me. At some point during the night, Evan plugged in my phone and also brought me water and painkillers. I take the pills and drink down the water. My head already feels better. I remember bits and pieces about our conversations last night. The part about waiting til we were both sober to be intimate is in the forefront of my mind.

Evan stirs and makes a quiet sound. This is the first time I'm noticing he is shirtless. His head is facing me. His perfect lips are smashed against the pillow. God, he's beautiful. I can't help myself. I have zero willpower. I scoot down and get under the covers. I get down close to his cheek and I gently kiss it. Then I softly blow in his ear and run my lips over his earlobe. A soft moan leaves his throat. A sleepy moan. I whisper his name in his ear. And that gets a bigger reaction. His eyes flutter open. And he smiles.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Well some really cute guy left me water and Advil, so I'm feeling pretty good right now."

"Where is he? I'll fight him...." This makes me chuckle. He pops his head up and pretends to look around for his handsome competition.

Our eyes meet and the smiles turn serious, but only for a minute. He makes a face at me and then leans in and kisses me.

He pulls his face away and I say "don't stop." So he kisses me again. This time deeper and harder. He gently pushes me down to the bed. Then his arms are placing mine above my head. He hovers over me. The sunlight is hitting his eyes in a way I've never had the privilege of seeing before. My expression prompts his question.

"What's that look for?"

"You truly have beautiful eyes. The way the sun hits them. It kinda took my breath away..."

That gains a reaction from him that I wasn't expecting.

"I don't think anybody has ever said anything like that to me before."

"That's a shame. Because you are a very beautiful man. And very sexy. Everything about you is."

He looks behind him.

"What are you doing?" I laugh

"Looking for the cute guy with the Advil. You must be talking about him..."

"Hey Evan..."

"Yea, babe..."

"Shut up and kiss me"

So he does. Also, his hand finds my inner thigh and creeps up to my mound. Through the fabric, his hand cups it and starts massaging it. I've never felt anything like it. My head tilts back and I squeak.

"Is this ok? Tell me to stop anytime, baby"

"Please keep going..."

His fingers trace my labia and he makes a V and starts gently rubbing. Then he palms me again but this time he starts making a vibration motion. I start losing my mind.

"oh God..."

Evan chuckles and removes my panties. He continues to massage me and then he places his face so very close to my clit. I feel hot breath and then his tongue grazes it. Barely touching it. I gasp and I twitch.

"Oh, please Evan. Please..."

"Please, what sweetie"

"Please lick it."

He flattens his tongue against me and licks it like an ice cream. Several times. My legs start to feel like jelly. I beg him to keep going. I'm about to explode and I tell him so. He blows my mind when two long fingers enter my and immediately find the sweet spot.

"Fuck, you're wet and you taste good" Evan moans into my core.

His fingers in a come hither motion and his tongue softly grazing me sends me over the edge. Like a gentleman, Evan carries me through.

"You ready for me baby? I need you..." I hear urgency in his voice.

"Come on, baby..."

His face meets mine and he kisses me as he slowly enters me. It feels so good we both moan into each other's mouths. His thrusts start out soft and gentle. But, with some encouragement from me, they soon become fast and hard. He interlaces our fingers with one hand and scoots the other under my head. When the thrusts start to get a little sloppy and he starts breathing hard, I reach down with my free hand and grab his cute, tight ass.

"Come for me baby. Come on, Evan. Does it feel good?"

"You feel so fucking good. So soft...wet....fuck..tight!....fuck!

His cries are so sexy, I almost come again. He yells out my name just like he did when he was touching himself yesterday. He buries his face in my neck. He tells me I smell intoxicating. He's breathing hard and he collapses gently on top of me.

"Just couldn't help yourself, huh?" He says to me playfully.

"Oh, there's more where that came from." I say

"What should we do today?" He asks me.

"I don't know, you're the boss" I tease

"Oh, shit. What are we going to do about that?"

and more

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crsinclair · 5 years

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Popular Fic Meme

I was tagged by the ever-lovely @gluethegrue ! Oh gosh I’m all a-flutter~

Rules: Create a list of five of your favourite fics you’ve written and have followers vote on the best one, then write a small dabble of the winner. Set your own time limit for voting and tag five other writers.

SO. I forgot this was a thing, like. Legitimately. I meant to link the fics the next day but um. Well I currently have a concussion so I can’t remember why I didn’t link the fics, but I didn’t and that’s on me. Oops. So, here’s try #2, in which I have PROPERLY linked the fics in question (and I changed one of the options, sorry :p). I’ll leave the voting open again until Wednesday (3-20-2019), and concussion permitting I’ll post the winner and a related drabble!

HERE ARE THE FICS:

Laughter (If It’s The Last Thing I Do) - An Erasermic fic where Hizashi is a dumb teenage boy who angrily tries to make the new kid laugh and falls in love along the way

Aizawa looked up, dark eyes just peering over the edge of his notebook. After a moment, he said, quiet and as bored as ever, “I didn't laugh because I didn't think it was funny.”

Tensei was rolling his eyes in the corner of Hizashi's vision, but oh no. He was too busy fuming. He jumped from where he was perched and marched over to the increasingly bewildered transfer student. Smacking the end of his pointer finger into the back of Aizawa's notebook, he bit out, “Just you watch, you bastard, I'll make you laugh if it's the last fucking thing I do!”

Hizashi is a young teenage boy that goes a very, very round-about way to get to know someone. It all works out in the end.

Just Another Day Next to You - Another Erasermic fic in which Hizashi has the Feels™ for one Aizawa Shouta and wants to confess.

Hizashi reached across the aisle to poke his friend in the arm. “Shoooouta, so mean! I thought you liked my cheery attitude and go-get-'em personality!”

“Mm. I guess we are friends, aren't we?” Shouta teased, not lifting his eyes from his notebook.

'I'd like to be a lot more than that,' Hizashi didn't say.

Another day in the life of a pining teenage boy.

No Extreme G-Force Required - A Shance fic in which Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane is really, really down on his luck. Until he literally runs into Lance McClain, that is. The Sugar Daddy Lance Fic I didn’t know I needed until I wrote the damn thing.

“Seriously, I think I might’ve ruined your shoes. I can buy you a new pair, if you want?”

Shiro did drop his wallet at that.

“Wh-what? No, no, that’s - that’s fine, it’s fine - “ Though now that Shiro looked down at his own feet he could see that his shoes had definitely seen better days. “I’ll just, just throw them in the wash or something - “

Lance slapped a hand to his mouth in horror, face actually going a few shades pale. “NO! You can’t do that! That’s - no!” He shook his head, frantically tossed his empty cup into a nearby trash can, and grabbed Shiro by the wrist. “No, my dude, I can’t let you do that, nuh-uh, I am buying you a new pair of shoes right now!”

“What!? No! You don’t need to - sir!”

In which Shiro is down on his luck, runs into Lance (literally), and manages to snag himself a Sugar Daddy.

Say My Name - A Hogwarts!Erasermic AU that honestly I debated adding onto this list because it’s um. Well, it’s smut. :) But I love the AU a ton soooo - in which Hizashi gets a Siren Inheritance and Shouta doesn’t know how to fucking deal with it (WARNING: Not Safe For Work, is Explicit, please proceed with caution)

Shouta’s scowl started coming back. “It can’t be that bad,” he scoffed. He wasn’t happy about this. Hizashi looked miserable not being able to participate in a conversation. Especially one about himself. The blond lived and breathed to be able to chatter others’ heads off.

Nemuri gave Shouta a look. “I dunno, Shouta,” she drawled happily. “When he talked to me earlier, he sounded like sin. Such a pretty, pretty voice you’ve got now, huh, ‘Zashi?”

Hizashi looked like he wanted the Great Hall to swallow him whole.

Shouta? Scowled down at his breakfast and stabbed a sausage. Damnit, he hated it when Hizashi was quiet. And what he hated even more was that right now? Learning that his not-quite-boyfriend-but-definitely-more-than -friends had the voice of a Siren? He knew the lore. Even if Sirens were extinct, they were popular in mythology even in the non-magical world. He wanted nothing more than to hear Hizashi speak.

Preferably his name.

Daemon-Soulmate AU - Not an actual fic, but I’ve got a few little bits and bobs hanging around on this hellsite. An Erasermic AU in which everyone has a daemon, not everyone has a soulmate. Soulmates have the daemon that belongs to their soulmate and will only know who their soulmate is when they meet. (Link is to the first bit on tumblr, more available by searching #daemon soulmate au)

So much pain.

The worst he’s ever felt. Like someone had just dropped a cinder block on his chest and then set it on fire. It hurts, so much, stop it, someone make it stop -

He gets pushed aside, stumbling for half a second before tripping out of bounds.

“Winner, Yamada Hizashi!”

Shouta can barely get his eyes to focus, but he forces himself to look around. The blonde kid he was fighting was kneeling next to a small blob of black, frantic and crying and Shouta can see two little orbs of grey peering at him from the black.

Tsuki. A daemon.

His daemon.

Shouta feels cold. His daemon. He finally meets his daemon, the one Sunshine was always telling him was out there, the one that was with his soulmate…

And he hurts it.

Remember to vote! Send votes to my inbox, please, and I’ll be sure to remember this time! *sets 7 alarms to remind myself to fucking check on wednesday* (I’m not tagging other people because in my last one I already did AND they’ve already made their posts. So no need to be rude on my part.)

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raibaru · 2 years

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Hehe it’s meeee again :), I would like to request Doe with a female reader on their period, sfw and nsfw headcanons if that’s okay with you 🤩

Also, I hope you’re doing well and you have a great rest of your day/night!

Reader x John Doe

(Period problems lol/ Fluff + TW: slight gore)

(Sorry it took me a while to get to this request! You know how it is, I’ll start with a short story then some of the headcannons I have, but anyways let’s get to it!!)

“Uuuurrrrgghhh..” Y/n groaned as she clutched her fists and furrowed her eyebrows in uncomfortable pain, squishing her legs together. Maybe you could’ve guessed it, she’s on her period.

And when it’s that time of the month, it’s HELL. The pain is unbearable to the point where sometimes she can’t go to work. At least her job isn’t too important, working at a gas station is easy to fill in if someone can’t go.

“Doooeeeee help meeeee.” She whined. Not even a second later Doe rushed in, his eyes wide with worry.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you sick? Do you need a hot water bottle? Is your back sore?” The slender man said. He does this all the time though. If something is wrong, he’ll ask a MILLION questions, super fast that sometimes Y/n wouldn’t know that on earth he said.

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM OKAY!?” She roared. Whoops. That happens too, sudden unreasonable outbursts, that made Doe’s eyes go huge with hurt, and instantly making her feel bad.

Doe flinched, and his eyes went huge like a sad little puppy. “No.” He whimpered.

Y/n groaned sadly, feeling horrible that she yelled at the only person willing to help her through this trying, agonizingly painful times.

“I-I’m sorry honey. I’m on my period again.” She moaned irritatedly.

“Oh! Oh I got you some thing in case that happened!! I’ll be right back!” And there he went, zooming away faster than light, dashing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

She stayed in her room, pulling her soft comfy sheets over her head with her hot water bottle on her stomach.

The cramps kicked at her stomach, harder and harder and she almost felt like screaming in pain. Time went by and Doe still hadn’t come yet.

“Uuuurghhhh! Where is he.”

Finally she got up, grunting painfully and walked down the stairs. “Doe? Doe where are you?” She groaned, turning the corner into kitchen. He was nowhere to be found.

Great, as soon as I hoped I get some help he bails. Y/n thought miserably.

“Boo.” Said a voice, which made Y/n jump like a scared cat and scream like a pig on helium. She turned around, and Doe held out the most rancid, disgusting piece of what seemed to be flesh of some kind, and yelled; “Taa-daa!!”

She almost vomited, but managed to keep it in some how. “Doe- what the fuck.”

He tilted his head, confused, his eyes beginning to grow like a sad puppy again. “What’s wrong?”

“Doe that’s- n-no I can’t-” Suddenly she couldn’t keep it in anymore and rushed to the bathroom, throwing up profusely into the toilet.

“O-oh that’s okay! U-uhm… I got you something else in case that happened.” She heard him say cheerfully, and he rushed out or into wherever he was going.

God, she loved him, but that shit was foul. Fucking disgusting. Whenever he gave her gifts like that when she wasn’t on her period, she tried her best to be nice. But in this state, how is it possible to be nice to THAT?

For all I know, this next gift will be toe-nail clippings and the liver of a poor stay dog. She thought, but as she did she threw up even more.

She finished her business in the bathroom then heated up her hot water bottle, then went back into her room, crying miserably for a reason she didn’t quite know, but that’s normal.

There was gentle knock on the door. “Lovely?” Said a soft voice.

She sniffed. “Come in..”

The door opened and there was a basket. She expected it to be filled with eye balls, flesh and guts, but when she peered in, she was surprised to see a bunch of chocolates, movie CD’s, Advil, chips, food ect, which only made her cry more because of how blessed she felt.

“Oh sweetheart! I didn’t mean to make you cry I’m sorry! I thought you’d like all this..” Doe looked stressed once more, put the basket down and chewed anxiously at his black nails.

“No! I love this! It’s making me so happy and sad at the same time! No, happy. No… maybe sad..” She wailed with confusion. “THANK YOU!” She cried and through her arms around his neck.

Doe smiled, and sighed with relief, hugging her back. “Look! I got your favourite movies! Y/f/m, and y/2nd/f/m and y/3rd/f/m so we can watch them together and have SOOO much fun!” He squealed.

Y/n wailed again, tears of happiness, or sadness? Falling from her face. “Oh I love you so much! You didn’t have to do this you make me so happy ahhhh!!!” She wailed again.

(Later….)

After Y/n emotional episode of weird mixed emotions (she actually felt embarrassed for crying for no reason, except for when Doe gave her the gifts), her and Doe watched movies together, eating all the chocolate and chips, pop ect.

Doe cuddled her in his arms. Occasionally sniffing her hair or something, but other than that his hair was standing on end with happiness and excitement.

Y/n took the Advil he gave her, and the cramps died down enough to fall asleep during the 2nd movie. But Doe lay wide awake, staring at the TV like he hadn’t noticed a thing.

Head cannons

- He probably massages where ever ur body hurts (back, shoulders belly ect) when ur on ur period

-maybe brings you- eyeballs or guts, thinking you’d like it heh-

- if ur having that episode of crying for no reason maybe he’d try to distract you by singing your favourite songs?

(I don’t have much headcannons for periods LOL, anyways hope you enjoyed!!)

#john doe horror game #john doe visual novel #john doe game #fanfic #headcanon

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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egcdeath · 3 years

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aunt flo

summary: your monthly friend decides to visit you while staying over at steve’s.

word count: 1.5k

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: periods (so blood as well), awkward situations

a/n: this is definitely inspired by the *ahem* cycle that is currently plaguing me. it also hasn’t been thoroughly edited as this was the first time in a while that i’d written something, and i wanted to share it with you all as soon as possible! i hope you enjoy <3

Sleeping over at Steve’s apartment was never a bad experience for you. He seemed to always be completely prepared for what the night would entail, whether it be a plethora of snacks, or your favorite scent of lotion.

However, when you woke up in what felt like a pool of your own blood, saying you were alarmed was a bit of an understatement. You mentally cursed at yourself for not realizing ahead of time that your cycle was set to start any time that week, and the fact that you’d bled all over your boyfriends sheets.

You attempted to slip out of Steve’s grasp and out of bed to assess the damage done in both your underwear, and on the bed. Once you were finally standing on the floor and gawking at the red spot in bed, you rubbed your forehead exasperatedly. While it wasn’t as bad as you’d expected, it certainly wasn’t good. The quarter sized blood stain seemed to be glaring back to you, and you decided to glare back at it before heading into the en-suite.

Before plopping yourself down on the toilet, you searched through cupboard upon cupboard for some sort of period product. Behind the mirror: aftershave, Advil, bandaids, a random bar of soap, nothing you could use. Under the sink: Epsom salt, your favorite body wash, an extra bottle of shampoo, but not a tampon in sight. Above the toilet: a few rolls of toilet paper, yet nothing even resembling a pad.

Seeing as Steve seemed pretty prepared for anything related to you, you were more than a bit surprised that he hadn’t considered that you were a menstruating human. You huffed as you sat down on the toilet, then assessed the damage control you’d need to do. First and foremost, you needed something to protect the rest of Steve’s apartment from your uterine lining. After you figured that out, you desperately needed to get that stain out of your boyfriend's sheets before he’d notice.

Maybe you could order some pads from a grocery store to his apartment. That seemed like a safe bet, but Steve would probably become concerned if he realized you’d been in the bathroom for 45 minutes. Perhaps you could just leave without a word to Steve. But that raises the issue of a random blood stain, and possibly, an upset Steve.

“Think, Y/N, think,” you muttered to yourself. You attempted to brainstorm more options for yourself, but ultimately ended up dozing off, and waking up to the soft rapping against the bathroom door, along with the sound of Steve’s voice.

“Sweetheart, everything okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while, and I saw some blood on the bed. Did you hurt yourself?”

You mentally cursed at yourself, at least now you’d only have to worry about obtaining a pad, and not addressing the mess on the bed.

“Oh yeah, I’m completely fine. Actually, I should probably head home,” you attempted to sound convincing, but didn’t exactly hit the mark.

“Are you sure? I thought we were gonna get brunch together this morning.”

You could’ve sworn you heard the frown in Steve’s voice. “Oh, uh, I’m not super hungry right now.”

“Okay, that’s fine. But about that blood, what happened? Are you alright?” He questioned.

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“Did the headboard scratch you? Did I sleep fight you or something? Did you hit your leg on the nightstand again?”

“Jesus Steve,” you scoffed a bit at the overload of questions. “I just started my period. And you have nothing I can use here, so I need to go home. That’s why there’s blood in your bed, and that’s why I’ve been in here all morning.”

“Doll, you should’ve told me! I’ll go get you something, okay?” He opened the door just a crack, and blew you a kiss. “Just stay right where you are. I’ll be back quicker than you can say period. There’s medicine behind the mirror, and I can grab you my heating pad before I go. Maybe taking a shower would help t-“

“Steve,” you giggled. “That’s plenty. Now go get my shit so I can stop bleeding all over the place.”

“Got it. I love you,” he smiled warmly at you before closing the door softly, and heading out.

—

Steve basically sprinted to his nearest convenience store, getting lost in the feminine hygiene section, then finding himself completely at loss with what he was supposed to buy. There were just too many options. He considered calling you to ask what you need, but he didn’t want to bother you more than necessary. Plus, you could be standing in the shower right now, and what if you heard your phone ringing, tried to get out of the shower to answer, and slipped? The thought of you hurting yourself made Steve shudder.

He ended up settling on three different varieties of pads and tampons. If you didn’t need them, he could always donate them to a local shelter. He then stopped by the candy aisle to grab you some dark chocolates (he’d heard in passing that it was good for menstruating women), along with a package of panties that looked like they could be your size, before hopping in line at a register.

In the midst of Steve’s menstruation mania, he failed to notice a random customer snapping a photo of him with the over abundance of women’s hygiene products. He was much more busy with checking out and getting back to you as fast as humanly possible.

——

Once Steve made it back to his apartment, he found you still in the bathroom, surrounded by a light mist of fog from the shower, and clad in an oversized sweatshirt with a faded SHIELD logo.

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I got you everything,” Steve blushed at his own unpreparedness, then passed you the bags of period products. “I’m gonna go change the sheets. When you’re ready, just meet me in bed, okay?” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the bathroom, letting you handle your business.

——

A breakfast-in-bed and movie marathon later, you were still cuddled up in Steve’s bed, his massive body giving you an extra level of warmth that was soothing your cramps like nothing you’d ever witnessed before. You were probably more comfortable than you’d ever been. Except for the incessant vibrating of your phone on the bedside table.

You’d finally reached out for it, and were pretty shocked to see all of the messages you’d received. You opened the first message from one of your closest friends, and your eyebrows raised as you read it.

LMAO read this right now bitch

enews.com/caps-pad-problem

Curiosity got the best of you, so you opened up the article.

#Padgate?

If you've been anywhere on the internet in the last few hours, you’ve certainly seen the word “padgate” trending. The reason why is more interesting than you’d think.

Early this morning, Captain America, America’s sweetheart was spotted buying out the entirety of the feminine hygiene section of his local convenience store.

From this, a huge question rises. Is he donating? There’s certainly enough pads and tampons to keep an army of women satisfied for a year. Is he seeing someone? She must be some lucky gal. Either way, when we thought this man couldn’t get any more lovable- he did!

You blushed while reading the article, not exactly sure how to feel. After letting it simmer in your brain for a second, you began to giggle, deciding that more than anything, it was pretty damn funny. You texted a quick message back to your friend who’d sent the article, then finally began to speak to Steve, who was giving you a bit of a confused look at your giggling.

“Steve, you goof. Someone took a picture of you buying all of that period stuff, and now the internet has gone wild.”

“What? Let me see,” he reached for your phone, and you gladly passed it to him. He skimmed over the article, then furrowed his brows. “Tony and the PR department are never going to let me live this down,” he groaned.

“Don’t be so dramatic, maybe something good will come out of this!” You chided, giving him a mischievous grin.

——

As it turns out, the word good is subjective.

It’d been about a month post-padgate, and you’d been strolling through the store with Steve, working on getting your groceries for the week.

As you entered the wellness aisle, you looked at the shelves containing menstrual products, knowing that you needed to restock sooner than later.

When you first saw what you saw, you had to do a complete double take. Your eyes must’ve been deceiving you.

A Tampax box stared back at you, a logo with a shield containing a star clearly defined on the box, along with the text ‘Captain America approved!’

“No way,” you actually laughed out loud at the sight. “Steve!” you grabbed onto his sleeve, and pulled him in the direction of the box so he could see what you were seeing.

“No way!” He reprised. “Oh my God. I’m really never gonna live this down, am I?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x you #captain america #captain america x you #avengers x reader #captain america x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #hey i wrote that lol

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fantastic-bby · 3 years

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SKZ vs. being embarrassingly drunk

Pairing: Reader x Member

Word count: 3k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Spending a night out with the boys and they get absolutely hammered (and cuddly)

Warnings: Alcohol usage

A/n: 1. Pls drink responsibly 2. Anon I’m so sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it ^^’

Masterlist

Chan

Probably wouldn’t let himself get drunk drunk

Like he knows how to have a good time

He just wouldn’t get all CRONKED

Or at least he would try to avoid that

BUT

There’s a big but

He strikes me as someone who has a low/moderate alcohol tolerance

Which means that if he really doesn’t watch how much he’s taking

This man would end up flying into the next dimension

So in the situation that he does end up getting cronked

He probably would be clingy or quiet

Would hug onto you like a koala

Would also end up being embarrassing in his mind he’s doing perfectly fine

“(Y/n), you’re reeeeeeeally pretty”

Ofc you’d just giggle at him

You’re aware of how Chan doesn’t really let himself go like this

You find it so amusing but you know he should probably drink water or smth so he doesn’t end up throwing up in the bathroom

“Drink water, Channie”

“No!”

-_-

“I don’t need water, (Y/n). I have youuuuu”

Chan wraps his arms around you and kinda smooshes his face into your arm

And as much as you love how amusing it is

He hasn’t drank water since he started drinking alcohol

“Channie”

You slide the glass towards him and he shakes his head like a child

Of course he has to be stubborn when he’s drunk

“Drink water”

He sticks his tongue out at you

Now you’re >:( bcs you don’t want anything happening to him!!

“Drink the water, Chris”

The moment he hears his English name it’s almost like he sobers up a bit

“Why are you so scary?”

He wouldn’t admit that when he’s sober

But he’s scared of you only because you have the tendency to be strict with him when it comes to taking care of himself

You’re the only person that he honestly listens to when it comes to caring for himself but he would NEVER admit it

Bcs admitting to that means admitting that he likes you c:

Chan listens

He drinks the water and he smiles when you smile at him

“Good job, Channie”

The praise makes him give you a toothy smile while he wraps his arms around you again and pulls you into a hug uwu

Minho

Seems like he would get cronked on a normal Tuesday evening bcs he can

But I think Chan mentioned once?? That they actually don’t like alcohol?? Don’t quote me on this pls I could be wrong

Anygays

Minho would probably just be really flirty or might become more dry

Like he would roast people more than usual if he gets cronked

“(Y/n), you should drink more, you lightweight”

But you know he’s joking

Would pretend he isn’t flustered

Tbh if he gets flustered while he’s drunk

It’s not like anyone can tell bcs his face might be red as hell

“(Y/n), do the shots”

o_o

“I have to drive you guys home”

“Noooooooo, you have to drink with meeeee”

Minho grabs onto your hands and he starts tugging you closer to him

Kinda just grabs you and pulls you until you fall into his lap

“Let loose, baby”

Wow okay

o_O

“We can always get someone else to drive us home”

O_O

He pushes the shot glass towards you

And you’re just staring at him like uhhh…

The reason Minho wants you to drink with him is lost in his wasted ass mind

But he just wants to make sure you don’t remember anything that he might end up telling you

Like if Min accidentally confessed to you c:

But he can’t really tell the difference between sober you and drunk you when he’s absolutely wasted out of his mind

“I think you’re really nice, (Y/n)”

“You’re nice too, Lino”

“Nonononono”

He shakes his head as he pushes you back so that you’re sitting straight and pulls you towards him so that he can hug you

“I think I like (Y/n). But you can’t tell them that”

Oh no

“(Y/n)’s always so pretty and cool looking”

“Minho”

“Nooo sshh I’m not done talking yet”

You just look at him like :| bcs you know that when you tell him about this in the morning, he’s gonna be embarrassed and start whining about why you didn’t give him water

Which you actually tried to do

Minho just

Decided he didn’t want any water -_-

“Do you think (Y/n) likes me back?”

A whole ass cutie

You laugh and smile

“Definitely”

Changbin

This man

I had input from some of my other friends

We all collectively agreed that this man is a TANK

And by ‘tank’ I mean he would not get drunk easily

Could probably take Changbin like a shit ton of shots before he starts to feel anything

So if he gets drunk drunk

He might end up being a bit more wee woo than usual

And by ‘wee woo’ I mean that he would be completely off the fucking rails excuse my language

But I feel like since Binnie’s more of an extrovert anyway, if he were to get drunk then

Well

He would be even more of an extrovert

Like he would be going WILD

So if he was embarrassingly drunk and you just happened to be his crush

“(Y/n)!!!!! (☆▽☆)”

His face is red, his shirts | | this close from coming off, and his beanie is lost under someone’s ass because he threw it off before he started dancing on the bar

“Bin, get down before you hurt yourself”

He looks down at you w his head tilted and this grin on his face

You have to admit his eyes are sparkling like you’re the most interesting person in the room and it makes your heart bust the fattest uwu

“Come on!”

He doesn’t give you a choice

Changbin’s climbing down the bar and taking your wrist to drag you towards a less crowded area

“Dance with me!”

His hands are holding yours respectfully while he sways you’re actually keeping him up bcs he’s stumbling all over the place

“Binnie, be careful”

He almost trips and you have to hold this hunk of a man up

He giggles tho and pokes at your cheek

“You’re so cute. I’ve spent so long wanting to tell you that I find you so cute!”

Now you’re blushing like a mess

“You shouldn’t drink so much, (Y/n). Your face gets super red!”

Yeah blame it on the alcohol when you haven’t even drank a drop

“You need water”

Luckily for you, Changbin obediently follows you to the bar so you can get him water

He gulps it down almost immediately and you panic slightly because he might choke

But he’s fine when he puts the glass down

For a moment he turns to you and his eyes widen

Like he’s sobered up and he realises what he’s done

“Oh god—”

“More drinks for the entire bar!”

You look towards the voice

Surprisingly it’s Chan

You turn back to Changbin and he’s already on his fifteenth shot of the night -_-

Hyunjin

A FLIRT!!!

If he’s already a flirt now

Alcohol would just increase his flirting to a BILLION

I hate him and his perfect face and his perfect dancing and his perfect hair I HHHHHHHHHHH

Hyunjin strikes me as someone who would either be more moderate to high tolerance w alcohol

So he would probably be better at holding his alcohol than Chan is but not as much as Changbin

But this man OOF he probably also just starts dancing like a madman when he’s drunk and also flirting with everything he sees

He might even flirt w a chair but that’s just me bullying him at this point

I feel like he would only get hammered on nights when he either needs to relieve stress or when he knows he doesn’t have anything important the day after

So it’s like a weekend, Hyunjin’s chilling with the gang, he’s drinking

You know he’s pretty much gone when he slams his shot glass on the table and turns to you

“(Y/n)... you are… amazing”

You stifle a laugh but you don’t say anything bcs you see that he’s still going

“You’re like… godly… I can’t believe you’re driving me home…”

His eyes are barely open btw that’s how hammered he is

“I can’t believe I’ve never told you this before”

“Mhm? What is it?”

“It’s a secret”

He moves closer towards you and smooshes his face against your shoulder

Hyunjin opens his eyes a bit more and they sparkle when he sees you

“I like you”

“Aww”

Your heart’s actually beating a million a minute bcs you’re certain he’s confessing to you

But you wanna brush it off as just him meaning it as liking you as a friend

“No, you don’t get it. I like like you.”

“Huh”

“I never wanted to tell you because I didn’t want anything happening to our friendship”

“Hyunjin…”

Aaaaaand he passes out

(;¬_¬)

Now what do you do

He’s snoring now

Oh god

“Jinnie”

You shrug your shoulder lightly to wake him up and his head snaps up to look around

“Huh”

“I think it’s time to go home”

Of course, when you take him home, you leave water and advil on his bedside table

You also make a mental note to ask him about his confession in the morning

But Hyunjin’s too cronked to have a proper conversation so you’re honestly not even sure if he’ll remember the whole thing :|

Jisung

Might retreat to himself

I don’t know where exactly Sungie would be on the skz drunk spectrum

But it’s probably low to moderate so maybe around wherever Chan ranks

When he’s drunk he’ll probably cling onto someone he’s comfortable with

Just so happened to be you

Jisung’s usually quiet when he’s drunk because he doesn’t like talking or he feels too lazy to actually talk

But he’s hugging your arm like a koala when he puts his eighth beer bottle down onto the table

Everyone else left to dance except for you, Jisung and Jeongin

Jeongin’s pretty much bordering passing out beside you while Jisung doesn’t seem to be leaving your side anytime soon

“Sungie do you wanna go dance with the guys?”

He shakes his head like a stubborn child and only holds onto you tighter

“Okay”

You pat his head and he leans into your touch when you do

God he's so shdjdbdje a aDORABLE

"Sungie, do you want some water?"

He nods silently and you slide the glass towards him

He drink the water without a problem but then turns to you

"You’re like an angel"

Jisung’s lips are kinda pouty as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes

“You alright?”

He nods before leaning his head against your shoulder and curling up closer against you

“You’re warm”

(｡♥‿♥｡)

“Do you wanna go home now?”

“I wanna cuddle with you”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You tilt your head and Jisung only looks up at you with a slightly bigger pout

“(Y/n), I wanna cuddle with you”

You give him water and he almost spills it drinks it

“(Y/n)! Come on and dance!”

It’s Minho

He’s pretty much pissfaced

But Jisung shakes his head furiously and almost pops your arm with how tight he’s holding on

“Don’t go!”

You turn to him and your heart almost bursts out of your chest with how cute he looks

So you turn back to Minho

“It’s okay, Min. You guys have fun”

“I don’t want you to go anywhere”

Jisung’s voice is softer now and you’re pretty sure he might pass out soon

That’s when you decide it’s time to head home

“Let’s take you home, Jisung”

“Are we gonna cuddle?”

“We can do whatever you want once we get back” c:

Felix

Super giggly

There’s two outcomes to drunk Felix

Cuddly Lix

Or ready to party Lix

I feel like he falls on the lower end for alcohol tolerance

Wouldn’t be surprised if he gets hammered after just a few shots

But also wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to control his alcohol intake for the sake of staying sober

In the chance that he does get hammered tho

He would be a giggling mess

“(Y/n), drink drink drink!”

Lix pushes the bottle towards you and you laugh bcs you’re supposed to stay sober for the night

“I can’t drink tonight, Lix”

“Nononono! Someone else can drive us home! We can always call a cab!”

You give him a look that tells him that you really shouldn’t and it gets him pouting

You pat his head as a silent apology just as you turn around to see Changbin and Hyunjin playing with the empty bottles

Immediately you’re like AA WHAT so unfortunately you have to turn your attention away from Felix to stop the rest of your friends from getting kicked out of the bar

Felix gets even more pouty

Because he wants your attention!

Because he likes you and he’s wondering why you’re giving everyone else your attention!

Felix becomes quiet

His intoxicated state makes it easier for his mood to dampen he typically wouldn’t be so open about his feelings

But now he’s all sad and pouty and watching you stop his friends from trashing the entire place

And he only thinks

Give me attention!!!!

So he starts tugging on your hand

“Hold on, Lix. CHANGBIN”

He retreats into his seat and sulks

��When you turn back to him he’s just watching you with his brown eyes all sad looking

“I’m sorry, Lix”

“Hmph” TT

You pat his head gently until he leans into your touch and finally returns to holding onto your arm

Seungmin

Idk why but he’s part of the higher alcohol tolerance line

Probably up there w Changbin

I genuinely don’t know why but I feel like Seungmin holds his alcohol really well

But I also feel like he’s among the line that tries to stay away from actually getting really really drunk unless he knows that he can let loose

So if he’s like cronked as hell

It would probably be after about eight or nine shots

His face is all red, he’s just kinda stumbling all over the place and trying to convince you that he can walk in a straight line

“(Y/n), I’m totally fine, I promise”

“You just tripped over a whole table…”

It takes a bit of convincing but he finally lets you guide him from the bar to your table he tried to push you away at first but then he almost fell over

Seungmin almost immediately falls into his seat

When you sit next to him

He squeezes closer to you and throws his arm over your shoulder

“(Y/n), you have to spend more time with us”

You give him a silent agreement by nodding your head because you know that if you open your mouth you’ll probably end up laughing instead

“I don’t know why I’ve never told you this, but I like you a lot”

HUH

O_O

“Minnie, you’re drunk”

You try to tell yourself he’s just spitting nonsense because he’s drunk

But at the same time

He probably wouldn’t be saying it if it wasn’t true because he’s drunk

“Nooooo, you don’t get it”

He shakes his head and moves closer to you

“I’ve never told anyone this, but I really like you. You’re really cool and you’re really pretty and I don’t know why I’ve never mentioned this before”

“Hahaaaaa…”

“I’m so glad that you’re drunk because then you won’t be able to remember this”

“Seungmin…”

How are you supposed to tell him…

“It’s okay, (Y/n). I don’t think I’ll remember this either when I wake up.”

You just watch him and try not to giggle because he’s cute, but your heart’s about to break through your chest from how hard it’s pounding

How are you supposed to bring this up in the morning without embarrassing him

But you can’t just ignore it either

“Can you take me home please? I think I’m done for tonight”

You’re surprised he actually has the mind to tell you that he wants to go home before having more shots, but you oblige anyway

The conversation of his confession can wait until the morning

Jeongin

Feels like he’d be more on the quiet side

Maybe he’d be slightly more giggly and excited

But I feel like he’d just be clingy and quite kinda like Jisung

So he wouldn’t want to leave your side either ^-^

But he’s also this | | close to passing out in the bar

You’re there to drive him home but you’re also there to make sure he doesn’t get hurt while he’s there bcs Jeongin would be super stumbly

You hold onto him bcs you’re paranoid and you’re worried

Part of you knows that he would most likely be fine

But he’s a smol child so you’re just making extra sure he won’t get hurt

Might get a bit reckless too will tell you he’s fine

He’s sitting beside you while you try to make sure he doesn’t wander off on his own like Minho has and no one knows exactly where in the bar he is

“(Y/n) can we go to the arcade?”

You turn to him and he has these soft pleading eyes that just make you go AGH (♥ω♥*)

“Not now, Innie. Maybe tomorrow”

Oh no

HE’S POUTING NOW

You go into mild panic bcs you’re worried he might get sad

But instead he smiles lazily

“Don’t worry, (Y/n). I’ll wait until tomorrow” ^-^

“As long as I get to spend more time with you, I’ll wait”

AWWWW

“We can spend as much time as you want, Innie.”

His smile only grows and he leans into you

“You’re always so nice to me”

Jeongin’s smile becomes cheekier

He giggles and closes his eyes

Leans his head on your shoulder

“Innie, are you tired?”

He nods silently

“Do you wanna go home?”

He nods again

And looks up at you

And he has the brightest, sparkliest puppy eyes as he looks at you

Your heart goes BOOM BOOM BCS HE LOOKS SO CUTE AAA ╰(´⌣`)╯♡

“Let’s go home, Innie.”

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What it’s like to live like me.

Summary: this is more or less a prompt of how it feels to not be enough.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, drugs, depression, slight PTSD.

A/n: if you ever need someone to talk to my Dms are always open! Just know you are enough and you are loved!

“That was definitely not the time I wanted to be tied up.” She says. She laughed along with everyone else with an easy smile on her face.

She made jokes to lighted everyone’s moods because she didn’t want anyone to feel how she truly did. She put on a front as a free, happy, careless girl who never let anything faze her.

No one saw how much of a toll it was taking on her and it was worth it she told herself. The three seconds of happiness she felt when she made someone laugh was worth it. Even when she went to her room at night curled up alone, her blanket being her only company.

“I’m going to get drinks. Anyone want one? Y/n?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

She politely declined. Saying that she didn’t want a hang over tomorrow. What they didn’t know was the real reason she didn’t want to drink. They didn’t know that she was scared of ending up like her mother, who when in drunken state would say mean, vicious things. Telling her how worthless she is or how her life was ruined because of her or maybe she should go live with her father since she was so ungrateful.

Of course her mother would apologize the next day telling her she didn’t mean it and how she was just stressed from work. And Y/n would forgive her. Because no matter how much her mother would hurt her, she was all Y/n had.

Y/n watched as a girl walked up to Bucky while he was making a drink and as she laughed at whatever he said. No one knew her feelings for Bucky and she didn’t want them too. She didn’t want to be rejected. She didn’t want to lose one of her only closes friends. Even if he possibly did return her feelings She wasn’t naive enough to think they could last forever. And for her it was all or nothing. It was selfish. She was selfish. She wasn’t being harsh she told herself. How could she be too harsh if she deserved it?

She didn’t want to have a messy divorce like her parents. She didn’t want to come home after a long day at work to catch them cheating. She didn’t want to have a child out of desperation hoping maybe they’d stay. She didn’t want to have the midnight screaming match that woke up the neighbors. She didn’t want her husband to hit her after a disagreement. She’d rather be alone.

Sometimes Y/n had to put her mother to bed. Sometimes she have to cook, clean buy groceries, or get herself ready for school because her mother was either too drunk or too heartbroken to even get up from bed.

She kneeled next to Peter rubbing his back as he threw up in the toilet. It was his first time drinking and he had a little to much. She told him it would be alright and that she was there for him. She told him everything she wished someone would have told her when she was his age.

She was always there to comfort someone after a mission or nightmare not matter how tired she was. She always made sure to tell someone thank you and telling them how much she appreciated them.

Y/n went to her room after walking Peter to his. Making sure to put a glass of water and Advil next to his bed for him tomorrow.

She slipped off her dress and looked into the mirror. She turned her body around inspecting it from each and every angle. What she saw made her want to throw up. There in the mirror was still the chubby kid from high school. The one boys would go to too ask for their friends number.

She was the one that could never eat in front of someone else without feeling like everyone was judging her. She was always make excuses when her friends wanted to go swimming say she was tired or she had homework.

Y/n tiptoed slowly down the hallway trying to stay quiet. She opened the window gently so she didn’t wake anyone up. Y/n lifted herself out of the window and onto the roof moving down carefully so she wouldn’t fall.

She leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the stars. To most people it was frightening how big the galaxy is and how small they are but to Y/n it was kind of freeing.

After a few minutes Y/n reached into her pockets and pulled out a blunt and a lighter. She put the joint in between her lips and brought the lighter up to light then end using her free hand to shield the fire from the windy night.

She inhale deeply holding it for a few seconds before blowing out through her nose. Y/n started to smoke her sophomore year when some kid after practice offered her a hit. She liked the high that weed gave her. It actually made her feel something. Even if it only lasted 30 minutes. Because She hated feeling so damn numb.

The window opened next to Y/n. She quickly blew out the smoke and tried to hide the joint just in case it was a drunken Peter wondering around out of bed.

But it was Bucky that peaked his head through the window much to her surprise. “Is this seat taken?” He questioned.

Y/n smiled and scooted over farther patting the seat next to her “Of course not. The more the merrier.”

Bucky climbed through the window and sat a few inches away from her she could the his body heat radiating off of him. He was wearing sweatpants and a shirt sleeve t-shirt.

Y/n went to put the blunt out but Bucky plucked it out of her fingers putting it between his thumb and index finger. He took a quick drag and flicked the ash off of the end.

Y/n’s eyebrows shot up in surprise “I didn’t know you smoked.”

Bucky laughed before taking another drag “I did a couple of time before basic. Though it was kind of hard because I knew Ma would have a fit if she found out.”

“Oh I can imagine it. Young Bucky Barnes fresh out of high school ready to rebel and see the world.” Sometimes she wonder what it would be like to wake up in another century. Everyone you know is dead. No one has expectations. And could start fresh being whoever you wanted to be.

The both laid their heads back and looked at each other. Bucky’s eyes were slightly dilated but had a small smile on his face. With it still in between his fingers he brought the blunt up to Y/n’s face. They held eye contact as she took another hit “Are you okay?”

Y/n turned her head slightly when she exhaled making sure to not blow the smoke into his face “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” She asked.

“You know I hear you come out here every night. After you think everyone’s gone to bed. Sometimes I think you just to be alone but we both know that’s not true.”

“I’m fine.” She forced out. Smiling at him to prove it. He didn’t look convinced.

He frowned at her. It wasn’t a look of pity. No it was more a look of sadness. She doesn’t know what caused her to do it but she reached out and brushed one of the curls that fell onto his forehead back. “You know I care about you right? I’d do anything thing for you.”

Y/n’s mouth went dry. She looked out at the sky to avoid eye contact. God how badly she had always wanted someone to say that. She all imagine him saying those exact words. But she never thought far enough ahead to what she would say back. Would she tell him how she felt? No, she didn’t want to get rejected. Would she tell him just to leave? Not that either because knew she’d probably regret it for the rest of her life. She sighed and hesitated before she asked. “Can you just stay.”

Bucky smiled and had a relieved look on his face. At first he looked like he was expecting her to decline. He pulled her into him wrapping his arms around her “Of course I will. I’ll stay for however long you’ll have me.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky imagine #bucky oneshot

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spices-and-cherries · 3 years

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Get-better Kisses (James Bond x Reader)

Hello all! I realize it’s been a while, but don’t worry, I still have lots of ideas! I didn’t edit a whole lot in this fic, so if there are any mistakes, that would be why... Please enjoy!

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warnings: descriptions of injuries and blood, mild angst

You were lying in bed, reading a book, when you hear the click of the front door lock being opened. Carefully, you set the book down and tip-toe to the bedroom door and peek out. There’s some shuffling then silence.

“Love?” James’ voice rings out and you exhale in relief.

“James!” You rush to the front door and hug your husband. He wraps an arm around you. “I didn’t realize that you were coming home early!”

“Yes, well...”

“James?” You pull away to get a better look at him. “Oh my god. Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“I was about to.” He chuckled. You roll your eyes and motion for him to take his coat off. He goes to take his shoes off as well, but you stop him.

“Worry about those later, okay? Now c’mon.” Taking his hand, you gently pull him to the kitchen and sit him down at the table. “I know you’re probably tired, but we need all this-” You wave your hand over his body. “-taken care first.” You hurriedly grab him a glass of water to drink. “Now I’ll be back, so take your shirt off.” You’re gone before he can say anything. When you come back, he hadn’t moved an inch.

“It’s more fun when you take it off for me.” He smiled, clearly trying to cover up his inability to move with a joke. Saying nothing, you undo the buttons on his shirt and slowly pull it off of him.

“Jesus, babe...” His right shoulder was heavily bruised, with a bullet wound just a few inches down. On his chest, a knife wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right pec. His whole torso was covered in little scratches and bruises. Judging by his pant leg, he had probably been stabbed there as well.

“It looks worse than it feels.” James tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace than anything else. Realizing that, he stopped trying.

“...Is the bullet still in there?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” You mutter. “This is gonna sting.” You pour some antiseptic on a cotton pad and press it on the wound. After holding it there for a few seconds and wiping down the area around it, you start preparing your tweezers.

“Hey.” James’ left hand was suddenly holding your hand, the warmth seeping into you. “Take it slow.” You shakily nod. He lets go after a few moments and you take a deep breath.

“First time for everything...”

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“That was the last one.” You smile, looking up at James after dressing a scratch on his leg.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

“Shush.” You pat his knee, before starting to put the bandages away. “Let’s get you some Advil then to bed we go.”

“That was the least-”

“Sexy way I’ve invited you into the bedroom? I know.” You turn to him from where you were rummaging through your pill bottles to wag a finger playfully at him. “No funny business, big guy. You need sleep.”

“No way I can’t change your mind?”

“No.” The rest of that hour, you took your time to wash him down with a warm washcloth, get him something easy to eat, and get him dressed in his pajamas. It wasn’t until you finally got him to lie down that he stopped being a little pest.

You fluff his pillows for him and carefully lower him down, making sure that he’s sitting up just slightly. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” You smirk.

“Not for me, it wasn’t.”

“Very funny, James.” You tuck him under the duvet. “Now please, try to rest.”

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

“And why is that?” It seemed that the look of exasperation on your face amused him because his grin reached from ear to ear.

“I never got any get-better kisses.”

“Is that so? I think I might be able to help with that...” You gently situate yourself next to him, not wanting to jostle any wounds, and peel the blankets back to reveal his navy blue sweatpants and his wife-beater. Starting with the bandage wrapped around his chest, you begin to delicately kiss each and every bit of plaster through his shirt: the scratches under his heart, the heavy bruising over his ribcage, the just-healed stiches from a month ago. When you reach the hemline of his sweats you stop, opting to place a firm kiss on each thigh, before looking up at James.

His fingers intertwine with yours and squeezes lightly. As you take his right hand and slowly kiss your way up, you find that you can’t pull your eyes away from your husbands striking blue eyes. When you finally reach his shoulder, his left hand separates from yours and tangles itself in your hair, drawing you up to his face.

“You missed a spot.”

“...And where would that be?” You murmur softly.

“Right here.” His hand guided you forward into a loving kiss. There were no traces of the usual hunger that tends to follow James’ lips where ever they go - it was just a moment of love.

It was a moment of vulnerability.

And just like that, your lips parted and his wall was slowly building itself back up. It just about broke your heart to see him like this.

“Hey...” A calloused thumb wipes a tear away. Before his hand leaves your face, you grip it in yours. A heavy, shaky sigh makes its way out of you. You kiss James’ palm.

“Sometimes, I feel as though I don’t tell you nearly enough about how much I love you.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” He murmured, his fingers dancing with yours. “We are one, remember?” His hand stills for just a moment. “If anything, I should be the one to tell you that more often.”

You look up at his face. His eyes are full of sincerity, worry, and most importantly: love. His wall was completely gone.

“Then you don’t have to tell me anything either.” You smile, albeit a tad shakily.

“Alright.” He gently tugs at your arm. “C’mere.”

“Are you sure?”

“Always.” Turning out the lights, you curl up into his side, your head resting on his good shoulder. Within minutes, you drift to sleep with your husbands steady arm draped over you.

In that moment, it didn’t matter if he would be there in the morning or not. All you knew - could feel - was that his warmth was there to stay.

This was the first time I’ve ever written anything serious like this in a while, so I apologize if it’s bad. I hope you enjoyed it though!

- Simpy

#james bond x reader #james bond #x reader #daniel craig #agent 007 #007 #fanfic #fanfiction #domestic bliss #established relationship #established couple #movie characters #movies #imagines #injuries #fluff #mild angst

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outerbankspreferences · 3 years

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Is It Just Me? - Chase Stokes

Is It Just Me – Chase Stokes

Word Count: 2893

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It's been way too long for me to find it this hard Sitting alone, my fingers picking the sofa apart An attempt to distract from the fact that I miss you I wonder if your friends have had to carry you home And stay for the night because they don't want to leave you alone Way before it was fun, it's becoming an issue

I know it's cruel But I kind of hope you're tortured too

It had been exactly 3 months and 13 days since you and Chase had broken up. You wished it would have been a shock to you, but you had seen this coming. Things with Chase were great in the beginning. He was caring and sweet towards you. You could remember a time someone had cared for you as he had. You always supported Chase with everything he wanted to do with his life. You met him when he had just started out acting, and you were proud to watch his career blossom to the extent it had.

But had someone told you 6 months ago that you guys wouldn’t be together anymore you would have denied the accusations. 6 months ago, you thought Chase was in love with you.

Chase had been going back and forth to North Carolina for auditions and eventually got the leading role in the television series. You spent the first month with him and his new cast mate Rudy, having the time of your lives with the other people on the show. The whole cast would go out to different clubs every weekend enjoying spending time together.

Just a little over 6 months later you were still going to clubs but this time on separate sides of the country. You couldn’t process what had happened in a healthy manner and instead turned to going out with your friends every weekend to keep your mind off things. It always ended the same, one of your friends dragging you up the stairs of your once shared apartment because you were too drunk to do it yourself. They had grown accustomed to the weekend ritual of getting you sleep wear and a bucket for the morning.

Then you would wake in the morning, puking the nights content in the bucket popping Advil for the headache and dragging yourself to couch, throwing on some stupid movie that you wouldn’t be able to watch anyways. Instead, you would pick at the loose strings of the sofa thinking of all the times you spent in the apartment with Chase.

Tell me, does your heart stop at the party when my name drops? Like you're stood at the platform when the trains cross Are you hurting, yeah you must be Or is it just me? Tongue-tied, screaming on the inside When I say that we broke up and they ask why Are you crying in the shower like a freak? Or is it just me?

As you sit picking away at the sofa, you mind wanders to Chase. You still follow everyone on Instagram, and you were still good friends with Rudy, so you could see everyone’s stories. Rudy had been the only one to keep in touch with you, which surprised you because he and Chase seemed to be such good friends.

You wondered if Rudy ever asked about you to Chase, and then you wondered what Chase’s reaction would be. Would his heart be in his stomach at every mention of your name, or would he simply shrug like you guys had never been more then distant friends?

You sat wondering if Chase ever thought back to the day at the airport. The way he let you walk through security with no more then just a side a hug you would give a sibling. Wishing you a good flight and see you later before leaving. He hadn’t even waited for you to board the plane.

There were so many things you had wanted to say to him. You want to tell him you loved him, that you would fight for him. More so you wanted him to fight for you, for the years you had spent together. To fight for the promises he made to you, the ones you made together and the ones to come. You wanted to apologize for not being enough, but you couldn’t find the right words, so you watched him walk out of your life.

I heard a rumor you've been spending some time With that blonde girl that you work with and I know she's exactly your type And my miserable mind's running wild with the picture Or are you there by yourself, dialing, redialing my number? And I'm calling your mother, spilling tears on my jumper again The way I am

I know it's cruel But I kind of hope you're tortured too

1 month later, Chase’s mother, Jennifer, had called you because she had seen the announcement on Instagram. The two of you had been close while dating Chase considering how close he was with her. Your mother lived down south, and you didn’t get to see her that often, so Jennifer was a close second.

You had heard rumors from Drew and Rudy about Chase and Maddie hanging out together more, and it didn’t come as a shock to you. In the last bit of your relationship, you played second fiddle to her on multiple occasions. “It’s probably nothing, it because they have scenes together.” Rudy would make excuses over facetime when he watched your face drop at the mention of her name. “Yeah, you’re probably right, nothing to get worked up over.” You responded in a less then convincing tone, “she seemed super cool the couple of times I met her.” “Yeah she is. I think under different circumstances the two of you could have been friends.” He encouraged.

When the nights started to get cold in LA again you found yourself struggling to sleep. It was at these times you would reread old text messages and look through old pictures of the two you. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you weren’t ready to move on. Chase had extra time to mourn the lose of the relationship while you were still grieving. It was on these cold nights alone in the apartment you shared that you began to wonder if he was thinking about you. Was he sitting next to her thinking about you? Was he wondering whether he should call you or just delete your number?

It was early in the morning in North Carolina and Chase was sitting on the patio of his shared apartment with Rudy. The sun was just starting to rise in the distance as he found himself restless yet again. He had been awake for about an hour just laying in his bed when he finally decided to get up. He was careful not to wake the sleeping girl next to him. She felt different next to him compared to you. When the two of you slept together you always liked to be the big spoon. Chase let you, finding comfort being wrapped up in bed next to you. Maddie was different, she preferred to lay her head on his chest, letting the sound of his beating heart lull her into sleep.

Not soon after Rudy came on the patio too, and Chase cursed him for being a night owl. “Not tired?” Rudy asked pulling out the bong they kept under the table. “No, and I didn’t want to wake Mads’” Chase spoke up tossing Rudy the lighter next to him watching the blonde inhale the smoke.

“I can’t stop thinking about her.” Chase finally spoke up, keeping a hushed tone just in case. “Oh yeah?” “I shouldn't have left her like that. It wasn’t fair to her I just didn’t know what to do.” Chase explained and Rudy didn’t need to be a love doctor to know he was talking about you.

“It’s been 2 weeks, she’s okay.” Rudy explained and Chase gave him a confused look. “When you guys broke up, I stayed in touch with her. She was mine friend too, and I felt bad that we all sort of dropped her when you guys broke up.” Chase nodded his head in understanding but was still jealous that Rudy got to talk to you. “Why did you break up with her? Not that I’m judging, I just thought things were going good between the two of you.”

It was Chase’s turn to have a hit from the bong while he thought of his answer. “Shit man I don’t know. Things just feel different with Maddie then they did Y/N. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did.” “Are you sure you’re not feeling too much as an actor oppose to being a person. Sometimes having a love interest on show can be different and confusing.” The blonde tried explaining to him but even he saw the demise of the relationship before Chase start acting with Madelyn. “Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?” Chase asked looking at Rudy and he could tell by the look in his eyes that it was doubtful. “You hurt her man. I think maybe one day, but not right now. I think right now she’s just trying to figure out how to do this without you.” Rudy could see the few tears in Chase’s eyes, and he knew that this wasn’t easy on him ether.

Chase got up but before leaving he spoke one more time. “If you talk to her again, just tell her that I never meant to hurt her the way I did.” Chase still wasn’t sleepy but the effects of the marijuana did aid in his problem, so he finished off with a shower. He turned the water to steaming hot and then got in. He let the water soak his hair while he wondered what you were doing right now. It only took a few more minutes for the tears to start. Chase stayed another hour in the shower wondering if he made the right decision.

'Cause this would be one whole lot easier God, I know that's selfish but it's true If underneath some calm exterior You're all fucked up too

The first few months of quarantine had been rough on you working from home. You also felt alone all the time but seeing Chase’s Instagram post sent you spiraling down another unhealthy path. You had just started to get better. You weren’t drinking as much, and you had let your friends set you up on a group date. You knew you weren’t ready for another relationship just yet, but you also couldn’t hide in your apartment for the rest of your life.

You had also been talking to Rudy a lot more. He had been your biggest support through all of this. He had flown back to LA a couple weeks ago to help you move to a new apartment. You figured if you were going to move on you had to move from the place you spent the most time with Chase. It was bittersweet because not only did you have good memories at the home with Chase, but those memories extended to your other friends as well. Rudy had ensured you that you would make knew memories in your new place.

But when you woke up on June 14, 2020 you almost had a heart attack. It had been 3 months and 13 days to the day, and he had already moved on. Now you were stuck trying to grabble with the emotions you were feeling. In some messed up way at first you didn’t want him to be happy. You wanted him to hurt the way you did, but you knew it wasn’t right. There was a small part of you that was happy that he was now happy.

Then you were reminded that you owed Chase his half of the damage deposit. Rudy had told you they all moved back to LA and were waiting for season one to come out. You debated on just giving the money to Rudy for him to pass along, but you also wanted to face Chase, to show him that you were now okay even it was a lie.

You took the latter of the chooses and sent him a text. (Y/N) It’s Y/N, I have your half of the damage deposit from the apartment. I can drop it off or you can pick it up if you want. You stared at the text message for fifteen minutes before sending it. It only took five for him to answer and you dashed to look at the phone. (C) Oh shit I forgot about that. I mean if you want to keep it, that’s fine. You scowled at the text. You didn’t need or want his pity money. (Y/N) I’m fine without it, if your busy I can send it with Rudy the next time he’s here. (C) Okay, no that’s fine I can come by today and get it just air drop me your address. You did just that deciding against messaging him back.

Chase’s heart fluttered a little when he saw your name come up on his phone. He hadn’t heard from you in months, and he assumed it was going to be about the post on his Instagram. He made the decision that Maddie made him the happy he wanted to be and left you. He had just gotten back in town when you told him about the deposit, and he didn’t mind letting you keep the money. It was the least he could do after everything he put your though. His heart sank when you declined his offer but lite back up when you offered for him to come over.

He honestly thought of this as his chance to apologize for everything that happened. You didn’t deserve for him to treat you like that, and he owed you an explanation. He drove over to your house, white knuckled the whole way. You lived in a small, gated apartment building and he remembered Rudy telling Maddie B. about it. He remembered Rudy saying how excited you were for a new place, and he wasn’t sure if Rudy was just saying that to upset him. Every time Rudy mentioned something about you it always made his heart sink underground and he was reminded about the way he treated you.

Chase started to walk up the stairs to your apartment once you buzzed him in but to his surprise you were waiting outside on the step. You looked tired and had lost weight which worried him because you were small to begin with. “Hey.” He spoke not really knowing what else to say. “Hi.” You said and he could hear how sore your voice sounded almost like you had been crying. You were smoking, which was something new, but he figured this was just as stressful for you as it was him You handed him an envelope with his name on it. “Uh, I cleaned the whole apartment, and nothing was broken so we could all the money back. Your half is in there, so I just need your key to give to the landlord.” You explained looking at Chase. He pulled his keys from his pocket fumbling with the ring.

“Y’know, I never meant”- “Please don’t” “Please don’t want?” Chase looked at you confused. He thought you wanted an apology. “I can’t listen to it Chase. I know it’s mean, but I’m not ready to hear you apologize. I’m just starting to get better, and I don’t need you to set me back again.” You explained looking him the eyes. He flinched when you said again. He handed the key back to you. “Thanks, I hope everything works out. I’ll make sure to watch the show.” You smiled at him and he didn’t realize how much he missed seeing you smile. He returned the smile before turning on his heels to leave. “For the record Y/N, you weren’t the only one to get hurt in this.” And it was your turn to flinch at his words. “I guess grief looks better on some people.” And with that you escaped back into your apartment sliding down the door letting out a silent cry. What you didn’t know was that Chase was going back to his car to the same thing.

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duraznosycrema00 · 3 years

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one last day

Pairing:‌ ‌ ‌quackity/alex x gn!reader

Wordcount:‌ ‌ 2.1K

Warnings:‌ ‌ mentions of death, maybe some cursing, some angst, fluff

Summary:‌ “‌If you could relive the last 24 hours your loved one was alive, would you?” Alex is dead. He’s been dead for a few months now. But for today, he isn’t. One last day.

Written by: brianna :)

A/N:‌ omg this is going to be so sad. and long. sorry for that. i had this dream last night and the way it felt so real was crazy. i hope i can convey the emotions i felt. to make sure i can make the emotions feel real, this will be in first person. and for serious reasons, i won’t be referring to quackity as quackity, i’m going to call him alex. if anyone is thrown off by this, i’m sorry. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy. like always, criticism is greatly appreciated.

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“So, how do you feel, (Y/N)?” The therapist asked, sitting directly across from me. I looked up to his slender face and almost smacked the glasses right off of him. I’ve lost the love of my life and he’s asking me how I am? I’m so empty, nothing makes sense anymore. Numbers don’t add up, words don’t sound the same. The air even feels different, heavier. How do I tell him that?

“Normal,” I mumbled, looking back down at my hands. My eyes traveled to my wrist, where a bracelet was loosely wrapped around it. ‘Mi amor’ was engraved on the charm hanging from the string. A pang hit my heart and my throat got tight.

The man in front of me let out a ‘hm’ as he watched my actions, “I see you still wear what Alex gave you.” My eyes shot up to his face again as he mentioned his name.

“What else am I supposed to do?” I meant for my tone to sound harsh, but it came out as hopeless and empty. A small sigh left my lips as I looked back down at the bracelet. I allowed my fingers to fumble with the charm. The pit in my stomach started to grow. The rocks in my chest seemed to grow in size. Everything was so heavy. The silence of the room was so loud. Even the air conditioner had cut off.

He copied my sigh, then put his clipboard down. “(Y/N), if you could relive his last day, would you?”

My heart dropped to my stomach. Once again, my gaze shot up to him, searching his face for any signs of anything. Maybe searching where he got the audacity to ask me that question. I felt my breathing quicken as my heart started to race. I opened my lips to speak, then closed them, then opened them again.

“Of course I would. I would do anything just to see him again, just to feel him again. Everything feels so different. Even right at this moment, I know his hand would be on mine. I want to feel that again. I miss everything about him. I even miss his dishes in the sink,” The words poured out. My mouth quickly shut again as I averted my gaze.

I heard the doctor’s clothes shuffle as he stood up. Once he came back, he gave me a glass of water.

“Drink this, it has a vitamin in it. We need to monitor your sleep patterns,” He spoke in a professional tone, as if I didn’t just speak the most words I had in months. I looked up at the glass of water. It was clear. I grabbed it and drank it.

“Good. Now lay down. I’ll be back in a moment.” And then he left the room.

I watched the door shut and heard it click. My head became empty as I layed back on the couch I was sitting on. Eventually, my eyes shut.

“(Y/N), mi amor, you have to wake up,” His voice rang in my ears, causing my heart to race. My eyes shot open and were met with his. A smile appeared on his face before he leaned down to kiss my forehead. A lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach formed. I smelled his scent, I felt his warm lips on my skin. It was all too real.

“Alex?” I croaked out, sleep still evident in my voice.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. We have to run some errands today so hurry up and get dressed. I already got you some coffee.” He smiled at me. Another kiss was left on my cheek before he left the room.

I sat up and looked around. The winter season I was previously in was now gone and replaced with summer sun leaking through the windows. The empty, barren room I had grown used to was now lively and had clothes strung about the floor. I looked over to the night stand, where my phone sat, and checked the time and date. 9:14 AM, June 26, 20XX. I felt my dinner start to rise from my stomach, searching for an escape.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Alex’s voice called out as I emptied my stomach in the toilet. I groaned in response. The door opened, revealing Alex’s worried face.

“Oh mi amor,” he cooed, “Here, let me move your hair. Did you eat something bad?”

The way his warm fingers grazed my neck to grab my hair sent shivers down my spine, and another wave of bile came up. He whipped his head away, but still loosely held my hair.

I spat the toothpaste out after I finished brushing my tongue.

“(Y/N), I love you. But that was so gross, never do that again,” Alex chuckled out, leaning against the wall behind me. I could see his reflection in the mirror. I could feel his loving gaze as he watched me take a sip of mouthwash. My eyes made contact with his in the mirror, causing him to smile. Another pit formed in my stomach.

“I think it was because of the dinner you made,” I tried to joke with him after spitting the mouthwash out. I was trying to act like things were normal, for my sake. If I had this last day with him, I wanted to try to enjoy it. Please, let me try to enjoy it. Please.

He let out a hurt scoff, which turned into a laugh, “I can’t believe you. You should be lucky I cooked for you! My mother would be so proud of the food I made.” I laughed with him.

“Whatever, just kiss me.”

His small giggle filled my ears as his warm hands found their way on my waist. I placed my hand on his warm cheek and kissed him, our lips moving in sync. It felt so good to kiss him again. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. He moved his lips to my cheek and peppered small kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle. After a moment of kisses, he fully embraced me and rested his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel his small breaths on my skin. My heart felt so full, and my stomach had butterflies in it instead of the normal pit.

“You know your coffee is getting cold,” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I huffed out and only tightened my grip on him. The feeling of the way his body vibrated as he chuckled made me smile. It felt so good to feel him again.

An hour had passed of us getting ready to leave. We now sat in his truck. The pit in my stomach grew again. I hadn’t sat in this truck since this day. A small frown came to Alex’s face as he grabbed my hand.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit down,” He asked me softly, turning his upper body towards me. We were parked, so he didn’t have to pay attention to the road. He only paid attention to me. There was so much love in his eyes. I felt so much love in my chest as I met his eyes with mine.

“I’m alright, just a bit tired. It’s still early,” I smiled, placing my hand above his. This seemed to satisfy him. He smiled brightly and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“You ready to go?” He asked as he cranked the car. I nodded and let out a hum of approval, not taking my eyes off him. I watched how he moved. I breathed in deeply, trying to keep the scent of him and his car for a little longer in my memory. It felt so good to smell him again. He turned the radio on and let out a gasp.

“Baby! Oh my god, it’s our song!” He shouted as the familiar tune of Animals by Neon Trees played from his speakers. My throat immediately closed. The pit in my stomach got deeper and darker. I hadn’t listened to this song since this day. My lips parted as I tried to figure out what to do. So many thoughts were running through my head before they suddenly stopped. Alex was singing along with the song. He was laughing and singing, to me. He was singing to me. I stared at him. A small smile appeared on my face as I reminded myself. This is our last day. Please let me enjoy it.

“Yeah, (N/N), sing with me!” Alex shouted as I joined in singing and laughing with him. Once again, the pit in my stomach was replaced with butterflies. I never took my eyes off of him as we sang together. Occasionally, he would glance over to me and smile. Everytime he looked to me, I was reminded of how much I love him. I was overwhelmingly in love with him. I’d never been happier than I was at that moment.

The song got a bit quieter, allowing me to speak out, “I love you, Alex.” He turned to look at me, his eyes once again so full of love.

“I love you too.”

It felt so good to hear him again.

The day full of mundane errands was now eventually coming to an end. It was 5:00 pm when we were walking, hand in hand, and Alex turned to me.

“(N/N), my head sorta hurts. Do you have any Advil or something on you?” His words sent a shock through my body. Suddenly, the butterflies that had made a home in my stomach for the first time in months were kicked out harshly as my stomach dropped. My mouth watered, my throat tightened, my lungs constricted, and my legs became wobbly.

“I uh,” I choked out, looking for the right words. I knew what was happening. Somehow, I almost had forgotten what was so peculiar about this day. My heart raced. Even if I knew this day was starting to end, Alex didn’t. I needed to act like everything was okay and normal for him. Just like we did when it actually happened.

I cleared my throat, “Sorry, totally just had a small stroke.” This caused him to chuckle and tighten his grip on my hand. “Yeah, we have some Advil in the truck. Didn’t know you were such a baby though.”

“Hey!” He called out, laughing. I smiled at him and stepped in front of him. My hands grabbed his warm face.

“Aw, my little baby. Does his head hurt?” I cooed, leaving kisses all over his cheeks and lips. Alex just laughed out and held my waist, trying to protest that he wasn’t a baby. I wasn’t really listening though. I was focused on trying to remember the way my lips felt on his warm skin. The way his large hands felt on my waist. The way his laughter sounded. I was desperately trying to soak up everything I could.

After a dinner full of jokes and loving kisses, we now layed in bed beside each other. It was warm and dark, the only light coming from the street lights that faced across the window. It gave the room an orange glow, and only made everything feel more warm. The pit returned as we exchanged useless conversation and inside jokes. Alex’s speech was a bit slurred now. Others would have thought it was because he was getting increasingly tired, but I knew. With every word he dragged on for a little longer than usual, my heart broke just a little bit more. It was all approaching very quickly. I leaned over and kissed his lips, Alex returning the favor, but lazily. As we pulled away, he smiled up to me with sleepy eyes.

“I love you so much, Alexis. So so much,” I whispered, causing his smile to grow. My heart felt heavy as I spoke those words.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Goodnight, mi amor,” He slurred out, his eyes now closing.

“Goodnight.” A tear fell down my cheek as I layed back down and cuddled into his side. His arm was slung over my shoulder. I took a deep breath in, taking in his scent. A few more tears fell. It felt so good to lay beside him again.

“I love you,” I mumbled out as my eyes closed.

My eyes opened to a bright light. I sat up gently and looked around, only to meet eyes with my therapist. He watched me carefully as I fully sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.

“(Y/N)? How do you feel?” He spoke softly, never taking his eyes off of me. This time he asked me though, I didn’t feel as empty or angry. I did feel tears start to accumulate in my eyes though.

“I miss him.”

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beann-e · 3 years

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Mha characters reacting to you forgetting things in the store

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Deku

You’d been traveling down different aisles for hours so many that deku found himself getting amazed that the store could even hold this many

he found himself thinking that the store just had its own shape shifting quirk that could change the aisles anytime someone went down them

that was the only way to explain it I mean It had to have one right because how did you find this new brand of ceral and he didn’t

How did you just pick up this new candy bar that he had never known abo—

wait candy bar

he snapped himself out of his trance drawing himself back into the real world finally hearing your voice and seeing your cart that was filled to the brim with different items from the original plan that he didn’t even know you two needed

“ oh god babe look — they “ you jumped in your shoes as you reached up to the top shelf “ they have hot chocolate “

“ we um y/n— baby”

you turned to him with a smile on your face

“ we don’t nee— “

“ deku could you get the hot chocolate it’s too far in the back at the top my hand doesn’t reach that way it’s at an awkward angle “

he looked to the floor for a moment before turning his head to look at the hot chocolate biting his lip as he stayed in his spot on the ground maybe if he just stayed here he could lie and say he’d been hit with a glue quirk you wouldn’t know righ—

your stare sent chills down his spine as he hurried over to pickup the box setting it neatly on top of the rest of the things in the cart shaking his head when he finally seen everything you’d gotten

He could never tell you no

all he wanted was for you to be happy he loved seeing you and everyone else happy he hated to see people with any other emotion it made him feel like it was his fault regardless of who it was

family or friend

villian or hero

he felt like everyone deserved to be happy which is why he was following every order you gave him like a puppy

his little protests every once and a while falling on deaf ears

“ my love we don’t need crackers “

“ but I want to make s’mores “

“ but baby then you have to get the rest of the ingredients for s’mores you can’t just buy crackers “

he moved to grab the box carefully putting it back a pout on your face as he bit his lip shaking his head in defeat and holding it out to you and looking to the floor

“ yay —now where are the other ingredients for ‘ em do you know deku ? “

his last attempt finally hitting you when you two were standing in line to checkout “ y/n “

“ yeah “

“ baby can —how about I pay for the stuff ok “

you looked at him in shock

“ I don’t —you just did all the shopping and I want to help and let you rest “

he reached in his pocket as he maneuvered the cart to be placed In line dropping his keys in your palm “ here—go sit In the car ok my love “

he kissed your forehead as he moved up in the line

“ but—“

“ no I swear I got this just go you’ve been on your feet all day “

“ but dek—“

“ look how about this “

he moved to stand on the side of the cart next to you “ you tell me what you really look forward to that your buying and i’ll make sure to get that first ok so you know that I got it and whatever else is in the cart i’ll pay for last ok “

you smiled as you listed off the ten things you’d originally had a taste for which, is why you guys ended up going to the store in the first place

you just wanted to get some groceries so you two could have some food in your new apartment

Deku had finally agreed to move out of his moms apartment thinking that she was ok and had finally come to terms with him being a real hero

allowing him more time to spend with you after making sure she was taken care of

The hero association offered him a house with no down payment after they found out but they were hit with your boyfriend saying no and explaining how you would both like to work hard for everything you two get in the future

sad thing is you wanted the house

you kissed his cheek leaving the store him putting every item you just said on the check out register watching it move up as he started conversation with the lady in front of him

“ yeah being a hero’s actually harder than I thought “

he laughed as he watched her ring everything up “ y’know actually could you do me a favor “

she shook her head small smile on her face as he gulped “ might uh — might be a weird request bu— “

“ no we don’t do hero referrals here “

“ wait no I — wait hero referrals no I “ he laughed uncomfortable with how many people were around “ no I don’t want to trade companies — uh let’s not uh “

he looked around making sure no one heard as he set his arms on the ledge speaking soft “ let’s uh let’s not say that aloud ok y’know —cameras—my company — and yeah “

he cleared his throat “ what I was actually y’know talking about was “

“ we don’t do — “

“ please allow me to speak “

she moved to scan his items as he sighed and started over “ again this may be a weird request but can you um — can you just like take this and put it back “

“ oh yeah of course you should of just said that “ she cupped her mouth as she screamed to her friend “ hey mari can you put his item back for me “

“ yeah sure —an item where’s it at ?“

“ oh it’s um not just one ite— “

“ it might be this — I don’t know who eats canned fruit so — he’s probably putting it back “

“ no uh — “ his eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance “ actually my s/o eats those i’m not putting them back “

he whispered under his breath “ they’d kill me “

“ ok then where’s the item “

he laughed as he talked to her “ well um I meant could you actually put this back “

“ oh yeah sure if it’s just like 4 thin—- the whole cart“

her eyes widened as she watched deku push the cart towards her “ s-sir the — that’s like our whole store in one cart “

he shook at the comment

“ do you know how long i’m going to be walking around and putting things back where they belong “

his head dropped in embarrassment as he turned red his ears wiggling in fear “ oh trust me I know —i should be applying for manager with the way I know every aisle by heart now “

she shook her head and grabbed the cart as she rolled off

“ w-wait actually “

he ran after her as he rummaged through the cart “ ok yeah got it i’m done “

she stood stone faced as she looked to the male in front of her in pure annoyance and hatred

“ you stopped me to grab the things to make s’mores from the cart “

“ my —my s/o wants to try s’mores “

“ you have to be the best boyfriend ever or something because you allowed them to get all this stuff and waste your time and mine just to put it all back “

the lady at the register moved to grab his card bagging his stuff and handing it to him “ the fact you even acknowledged this and love them enough to let them run wild in the store for hours —like a child says a lot “

“ their not a kid “ he snapped eyes hard on the woman in front of him only softening when he saw her scared expression

“ yes I do — I love them and just being in their company so I love our trips when they get lost in what their doing and I just get to see them happy “

he left the store hand gripping at the backseat as placed the bags he held there

smile nervous and shaky while getting in the driver seat starting the car

“ babe I coulda sworn I got more stuff than that “

he shuddered as he sweated “ I—wh—no I —that’s all you l-left me in the store with babe—with —with your stuff“

his nervous smile widened “ got —got it all “

“ huh guess you did I was kinda out of it anyways “

you looked to him he looked away afraid to make eye contact

“ oh yeah deku did you get the stuff for us to make s’mores I totally forgot to tell you I left it off the list of things I wanted when you asked “

he took a deep breath as he turned his left turn signal on ‘ thank god I stopped her ‘

“ I got it y/n your good “

you smiled as you looked to the backseat again “ damn it is really bugging me that I really only had so little in a cart that looked so full “

his grip tightned as he pulled into your apartments parking lot “ god it all looked like so much in the cart“

“ yeah that uh that happens to people —it’s—it’s like science my love “

you moved to open the door to the backseat as he screamed at you through the cracked window from the drivers seat

“ hey uh babe you can go in the house I got it “

“ aw your so sweet deku you keep doing nice things for me “

he shook his head up and down as he watched you walk off to your new shared apartment

his head falling to the steering wheel as the horn went off in a slight honk jolting him head only moving over a bit mouth opening in a silent prayer

“ god of all might I ask that you don’t allow her to find out — and shit—theres no way to hide thi —wait I didn’t mean to curse don’t hurt me quirk gods please —i’m just stressed “ he almost cried when he thought about it

“ god we even live in the same apartment now there’s no way I can keep a secret or even the fact that I put her groceries back to myself all night “

he cursed as he thought about everything you were so happy about “ please I pray I haven’t left anything important or seriously i’m gonna cry “

he sucked it up as he got out the car walking through the hallway and placing the bags on the marble top walking over to go sit down trying to get as far away from you as possible

hoping if he could go to sleep or even stay out of your way he may be able to get out of this

his body doing what he wanted by almost falling asleep until he heard your voice pout out in front of him “ baby — have you seen my advil “

his eyes widened” I swear I bought ‘em because my head was killing m— wait deku babe why are you crying “

“ I— I i’m worsening your headache — I— I i’m making y-you hurt “

your eyes opened as you hugged him tightly “ no no why would you say that “

his voice was whiny as tears fell “ I put all your stuff back and only got what you could remember —which was only 10 things because I knew the stuff you remembered was the stuff you really wanted “

he sucked up his tears as he looked at you “ but I got you s’mores— I put everything else back but got you s’mores “

he choked back a cry “ baby I put your stuff back “

your voice was hot as you moved away from him flicking his head after turning your body towards the door “ you put my stuff back—all my important stuff that i was looking forward to “

he shook his head as you went to grab the keys “ asshole “

you slammed the door his body shaking as he heard the car start up wiping at his eyes

moving to the door to lock it only to hear the door open wide and present you who fell straight into his chest that was blocking the entrance

voice muffled as you spoke “ I can’t even remember half the stuff I picked up “

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ofmythsandmadness · 4 years

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pretty eyes.

you love diego hargreeves pretty eyes, sober and drunk off your rocker. only, when its the latter, it’s a little harder to hold back your eager compliments.

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“DO YOU KNOW WHY THE SKY’S BLUE?”

Diego didn’t look back, but from the sounds of tiny pants and dull clunks of shoes hitting the ground, he knew enough to paint a picture. You, struggling to rid yourself of the coat he forced you to put on, dropping the heels you claimed you hated so vehemently, all the while probably grinning from ear to ear like he imagined little kids looked on Christmas Day. He knew you’d be waiting for his answer, just as you always did, expecting something greater than he could give you in his own flustered state.

Sometimes you were predictable. But he liked that about you.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“No, silly! I’m asking you!”

“Oh.” His tongue danced across his bottom lip, wetting the chapped skin before responding. “I dunno. Sorry.”

Only a sparkling laugh and a thump answered him. He whirled around to see you flat on your butt on the ground, staring up at him with drooping doe eyes. It would be an irresistibly pretty sight, if he knew it wasn’t from extreme inebriation and you were completely off your rocker at the moment.

Still, pretty.

“Help me up?” You laughed, waving your hands aimlessly towards him. “Puh-lease?”

Diego grimaced slightly but moved anyways. He grabbed at your hands (clammy, another symptom of your heavy drinking choices) and yanked you towards him. Only he overestimated you and greatly underestimated his own strength it seemed -- instead of lifting to your feet like any normal person, you practically flew towards him, landing just under his chin and flopping against his chest.

And Diego froze.

Normally he would have pulled away and shrugged it off as a mistake. Neither of you would mention it again and would move on with your lives, forgetting how close your bodies had been and the way your gaze was intoxicating upon itself. He had rules for those things; never getting too close to a friend who made his heart beat in a rather unfriendly way was one of them.

But as you looked up at him, still smiling dopily and eyes almost crossed, he couldn’t remember a single thing about rules or precautions or anything of the sort. All that was on Diego’s mind, was you.

Your smile softened a tad, painted lips closing over your teeth and only hinting at the dimples he had stared at many-a-time before. Up close, he could see flecks of black under your eyes, staining flushed skin with ebony freckles that no one could believe was natural. He didn’t know the word for it, but guessed it was from you rubbing at your eyes and forgetting you had painted them hours before. Despite it, you still looked absolutely radiant.

“You have really pretty eyes.”

Diego blinked, startled by your giggled statement. “W-what?”

“Sooo pretty,” you gushed. One of your hands left his chest -- he hadn’t even realised they had been pressed there, but he suddenly missed the warm sensation -- and caressed his cheek. He shuddered at the touch. “Maybe the pre...prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen!”

If merely standing near you was heart-attack inducing, Diego was certain that all this was going to explode the vessel. Any second at that point, it would just burst and coat your grinning face with its guts--

-- he shook his head, ridding himself of both that image and the foolish thoughts flooding around it. You were drunk. Everyone said and did stupid stuff when they were drunk. Right? Like the time he lost a fight with a lamp post -- he wouldn’t do that sober, but alcohol made everyone a fool. You just chose compliments over actions, maybe.

The saying ‘drunk words, sober thoughts’ lingered in his mind for half a second, but he pushed it away. That only worked in late night television or shitty rom-coms, not reality. Not with them.

“You should get to bed,” Diego said gruffly, pulling away from your fingers. He didn’t miss the flash of disappointment on your face, but tried to push it away for his own emotions’ sake. “You’re gonna want to, ‘fore all this hits.”

“You should smile more.”

Diego froze. He didn’t turn back to her that time, knowing it would only hurt him more, but he couldn’t bring himself to move another inch.

“Your eyes are fu...cking beautiful, but your smile?” Clapping echoed paces behind him; his jaw clenched with every smack. “Diego, you’re so pretty!”

He reached behind him blindly, scrambling and feeling stupid before finally launching onto you. Still avoiding your charming smile, he pulled you along, leading you out and into your bedroom. “I’ll be back to get you some Advil. Sit down.”

“I wish you’d smile more,” you said, completely ignoring every word he said. You fell down to your bed with a plop. “It lights up those pretty pretty, pretty eyes so much...so fucking pretty, Diego! I can’t even think of any other words, that’s how be-yew-tiful you are.”

“Okay, I--”

“-- and you always look so grumpy. It’s so funny!”

Diego should have been long gone, at that point. For his own sake and for yours, because you would hate that you rambled on so much, and he was going to pay for the emotional turmoil you were putting him through. But he couldn’t. He simply stood, still and awkward in your bedroom doorway, watching as you tried to twist your face to look like his own.

It didn’t work at all. Your lips fought angrily to smile again, and your eyelids just drooped, so far you looked stoned, or maybe like a zombie ready to bite. But even if you looked beyond ridiculous, his mind still screamed at how adorable it was, and despite himself, Diego smiled.

“See! See, there - there it is!” You pointed frantically at his own face, like he didn’t know it was there. “God, I wish I had a mirror to show you how pretty you are! Lil...lil sunshine boy!”

Okay, ‘sunshine boy’ was new. It took a little bit of the piss out of everything, and he was able to grumble and walk away finally from your singing self. Calls of his name paired with nonsensical titles followed. Diego tried his best to ignore them, but he knew the coos would haunt him later. Even as he searched for a glass, the sounds bounced through his head like injured bats in a cave; no way out and too blind to escape, forced to flit around endlessly until someone ended their suffering.

But Diego, unfortunately, did not know how to do that. So he simply bore the weight of your compliments knowing that they were nothing but sounds and syllables made up by a confused mind, trying to push through the night with as little baggage as possible.

As he walked back to your room, he sighed. This wasn’t how he planned things to go. It had been a good night -- sure, he might not have had as much fun as you looked like you were having, dancing and drinking and laughing, but at least he was with you. And he liked that, and the lax nature you took on when you drank, making him feel less pressure about constantly being the best version of himself. He hadn’t felt like he needed to put on a show, he was just Diego, for better or for worse. And somehow, you didn’t mind that.

He only wished that he could have more than that and all the time.

“Okay,” he said, clearing his throat after the word came out garbled. “Uh - got you this, you’re gonna want to drink it and take these now. Okay? And I’m putting these here for tomorrow morning, so you can take that as soon as you’re up. You got that?”

Your head bobbed up and down excitedly, but he knew you didn’t take in a word he said. So as you swallowed the tablets and gulped down the water, he scribbled out a note to remind you of what definitely went right over your head.

Diego paused, pen slightly trembling in his hand, before jotting down two more sentences. Thanks for last night. Had a good time being with you, as always. He hesitated, hovering over the slip of paper before cursing and scribbling out the lines with added violence. He tried again, being a little bit more poetic (which wasn’t much, but words really were not his thing) only to be disappointed again, pushing down on the pen so hard he was sure it would burst. Once he was sure nothing but scribbles could be made of the mess, he put the note under the Advil bottle and stepped away.

“You wanna change out of that?” He asked, gesturing to your clothes. “Doubt that’s comfortable.”

“Nah,” you drawled. You smiled up at him and even dared to wink (it was more of a sloppy, half-assed blink, but it still made his head swim). “I’m just comfortable. Do...you…’re you comfortable?”

Diego chose not to answer that. He pushed you back gently, deciding not to fight with you on changing and instead just going with sleep. You didn’t fight him much. If anything you leaned into it, holding onto his hands for seconds longer than you should and mumbling sweet nonsense up at him.

“You know,” you sang, “you know what, Di...Diego?”

He didn’t pause. “What?”

“I would do anything...and everything...in order to make you smile forever. You know? Anything.”

Those were the words that weighed heaviest on Diego’s conscience as he drove back to his place. It was as though they had erased everything else, anything that had happened that day or any time before and just left that in its place. He didn’t know why, but they stuck, and as he wove through the dimly lit streets, your voice floated about like a bodiless apparition, set to destroy his mind and drive him mad.

Diego had had his heart broken several times before. It happened almost easily in his childhood, normally by the hands of his vindictive father. He had learned how to patch it up, sew up the cracks and try to make it so it wouldn’t happen again, and eventually he got better at that. But it shattered again when Ben died, and he realised that they were just kids, forced to play heroes in a horrifically gruesome world they didn’t belong in. That took a while to mend, but he did, until he screwed up at the police academy and Patch left him too. After that he had let the fragments just sit in piles in his chest, digging at his ribs and leaving him winded after long nights in the cold darkness. He hadn’t cared; he thought that was what was expected of him. Nothing but a broken heart to hold him when the nightmares got too bad.

But when you came along, he didn’t have to stitch himself back together. You did it for him. Somehow without him noticing you had snuck into his chest and unravelled the poor stitchwork and blotted out the stains left that he hadn’t bothered to clean up. Over time, you had managed to make it almost brand new again, and it was a whole new experience of smiling and watching as you failed to finish your joke again, only because you were already laughing too hard. Of getting wasted on Wednesday’s when your job sucked more and dancing down the streets up to your apartment, uncaring of those who watched. Of you chiding him for the cuts and bruises collected from his vigilante expeditions, but always being there to wash them out and make a fresh pot of tea. Of you, merely existing, and allowing him to bask in your sunshine a while longer.

But hearing those soft words leave your drunken lips, spilling out like tar from someone so angelic, hurt. Diego didn’t think that was possible with you.

He sighed, turning down the street towards the gym. It would be a sleepless night again.

YOU WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING CONFUSED AND ACHING.

Not as much as you normally would be, which was a nice change of pace -- you assumed you had enough common sense to take premature headache meds, knowing how bad the hangover got for them. But your drunken self did not have the thought of changing out of your stiff, uncomfortable going-out clothes, instead draping yourself across the mattress smelling like the shitty bar you had careened in and leaving every part of your body pissed off. Sweaty fabric clung to your skin, leaving you feeling soggy and misworn and eagerly wishing you could have made better choices earlier.

You groaned and slipped out of the comforter, already missing its heavy warmth. Slowly you staggered over to your desk where you must have left the Advil for that morning. “Thank you, past me,” you sighed, twisting open the cap with a grimace.

A paper caught your eye, small amongst the stacks of work files you had yet to comb through. Downing one pill, you grabbed it, taking in the scribbled letters through tired, squinting eyes.

Leaving this for you because you’re too drunk to remember what I said. Take these and drink water before you die of a hangover. I’d hate to find your body that way. Also left your things on your kitchen counter, they’re not stolen. Also left your burrito in your microwave -- you insisted on buying one last night, so don’t forget about it. Take care.

Underneath were two lines of thick black scribbles, covering up whatever was written under that and leaving only a scrawled ‘Diego’ as your final clue. But, despite whatever mystery the pen covered up, you smiled and pinned the note to your bulletin board.

“Thanks, bud,” you grinned, speaking like he was there to hear. “Hope I wasn’t too annoying last night.”

You went about your morning with a smile despite the pounding pulverising your muscles, and enjoying the lazy Sunday hours spent cleaning up. You even spoiled yourself with a long shower, eating up your hot water minutes with joy, knowing you’d hate yourself for it two weeks later. After an hour of cleaning up, washing your face free of the makeup smudged across your cheeks and devouring that burrito left for you, you finally felt refreshed and better about things.

You glanced up at the time. Diego would be up, probably manning the desk for Al as he did most Sunday’s (the facet of his job he hated most). But, at least that meant he would be available to take your call. You missed him, even after seeing him just the night before, and selfishly craved the distraction of his low rasp. Maybe you could even make him laugh, cheer him up during his boring shift.

But five minutes later, you were left disappointed when none of the three calls went through. You tried not to think too hard on it -- he was a busy guy, and was either working or doing his other line of work, and ignoring your call meant nothing. Course, it probably didn’t look good for a boxing gym, but...you’d settle.

You would just call back later. He would definitely be available to talk then.

IT HAD BEEN A WEEK SINCE YOU LAST TALKED TO DIEGO, which was the longest either of you had gone without even speaking to one another in the history of your friendship.

On its own, the fact wasn’t so troubling. You were both working adults who had their own lives to sort through, jobs and bills and other friends that you didn’t like half as much as each other, grocery shopping and patrolling the streets alike, filling up both schedules easily. But the two of you were closer than that, and definitely more than just friends that saw each other every other week. You didn’t care about those friends like you cared about Diego.

And it hurt, that he was going to such lengths to avoid you.

Every time you stopped by his gym, Diego was gone. Al simply shrugged off your questions with a non-committal ‘I don’t keep track of the shithead’ and even when you went to knock on his door to check if he was lying, you got nothing. No regulars knew either, which was strange; he always liked to spend his afternoons training with a couple people, sometimes you if you showed up at the right time. You considered doing just that and waiting for him to show -- but even after hours of sparring, the man was nowhere to be seen.

You had tried everything, to the point where Al was annoyed and you felt like you were losing your mind. Surely Diego hadn’t just disappeared off the face of the earth. That didn’t seem right or possible and you knew you hadn’t made him up, because you had the pictures and notes to prove it. You could see his face, disgruntled and sometimes smiling in the photos you had snapped of him -- so why couldn’t you find it anywhere else?

With all options exhausted, you gave up for a few days, allowing yourself the chance to catch your breath. However, with that came the exhaustive process of trying to figure out why on earth Diego was avoiding you. And unfortunately, all that linked back to your last night spent together, and the bitter realisation that you must have fucked up the night somehow and left him not wanting to see you again.

And that thought broke you.

Thursday night was spent crying alone on your couch, trying to push past the depressing thoughts and failing miserably. You couldn’t remember half of what you did that night, but you knew he hadn’t been drinking as much as you, and alcohol always rendered you a ranting, rambling fool that he must have had to deal with. He had got you home, but for what? And what if it was all in that stupid note he had left you, scribbling out the real reason he was leaving you high and dry?

You threw the note out that night, staring down at it in the trash with tears pooling in your eyes. If only you could know why.

The issue was, Diego was more than just a friend to you. Sure your relationship had been built on totally platonic foundations, but it soon blossomed into so much more. He was a companion, your partner, the man who made you feel comfortable enough to wheeze into laughter-induced tears with, or just sob against his shoulder without feeling judged. He was the guy who brought you fast food when you forgot about dinner when work ran late, and the one who let you sleep over when you didn’t want to be alone. He made you smile by just being there -- like, you would open your door (or window, usually) and just grin like an idiot at the mere sight of his face. He was just Diego, but that meant more to you than you had ever been able to say.

Maybe, hell, you loved him. Was that so bad? It hadn’t been intentional to fall -- one day you had just been eating pizza on your countertop way too late in the night, and you looked over and realised your heart had only ever fluttered so violently for him. That he was the guy you could imagine spending the rest of your days with and never getting bored. Of course, you didn’t act on it, knowing that it was a platonic relationship and admitting such would destroy it completely -- but that didn’t mean your official break-up didn’t hurt any less.

You skipped work Friday, something you never did.

When your coworkers called, you wrote it off as illness related, while still drowning in the sorrow of being left high and dry.

Friends hit you up to make some ‘end of the week’ plans, but you ignored them.

You fell asleep at nine that night -- the earliest you had in aeons.

You stayed in bed for most of Saturday, staring at the ceiling or the photos pinned to your walls of the two of you, wondering if this was all just a weird dream you were going to wake up from.

Six hours later, you hadn’t woken up from your dream, but you had made up your mind.

One hour after that, at almost ten o’clock at night, you were rolling up to that same boxing gym you had haunted for that week, dressed in dark activewear and parked a ways away from the actual space. Steely-eyed and with your jaw clenched, you marched out the vehicle and into the building, knowing full well what you were going to find. You had a plan, and whatever it took, you were going to put it into motion.

Maybe it wasn’t the greatest plan, and maybe you had only just come up with it, with barely any time to consider it’s workability and whether or not you were just throwing words together, but nevertheless, you persisted.

You were going to get Diego back.

“DIEGO FUCKING HARGREEVES,”

The man, back turned away, stiffened and immediately went to move,

“run and I will end you, boy,” you growled, stomping towards him with force; he could practically feel each stomp echoing in his chest, cracking him down to the size of a pea. Somehow, he couldn’t move, frozen in place by your command. “Okay?!”

“H-hey, I--”

“--why the hell have you been avoiding me?!”

His eyes were wide and panicked and frantically, he searched all around for a way out. Unfortunately, your body in front of him blocked his only exit, leaving him stammering for answers you knew he didn’t easily have. “Look, I--”

“--I have been worried and scared and sad and out of my mind this entire week,” you snapped, jabbing a finger into his tank top, pushing him back in his steps. Your anger dug deep into him, thorns grabbing onto every bit of vulnerable flesh -- and the worst part was, you were absolutely right. “You know that? I have called everywhere I could -- I even called the police, wondering if you were in custody and I just missed that news drop. But no, you were just gone, avoiding me for who knows what reason!”

“I didn’t--”

“--what did I do, Diego? What happened, what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing! You’ve done nothing.”

“Then why won’t you even look me in the eyes?” you hissed back, staring up at him in hopes he would catch your gaze. But he didn’t; his eyes still looked far away from yours, searching for something to give him a way out with. “You won’t even look at me, that’s how pissed off you are at me.”

“That’s not true.”

“I get if I did something wrong, but you can’t just pull away from me like that -- this friendship isn’t built on shit like that. I can’t cope with this void left by you deciding you don’t like me anymore!”

“That’s not what happened,” he insisted, his own voice raising in volume. “I swear!”

“Then what, Diego? What possible reason could you have that isn’t related to me doing something wrong? Because that’s all the evidence I got out of this and unlike you, I have zero detective skills so I’m working on one freakin’ theory here!”

His eyes averted to the ground, staring down at the both of your feet, one pair tapping angrily and the other shuffling in hopes of escape. He felt himself folding in, a habit he had broken a long time ago with you, one he thought he had killed off forever. But apparently it hadn’t.

“You can’t even answer me,” you shuddered. Your sneakers squeaked against the shiny linoleum, leading you back a step. “You - I don’t understand this. At all. And you can’t even give me an answer why? D-don’t I deserve a reason for why I hurt you, Diego?”

“No, c’mon. I…” he hesitated once more as expected. Whatever he was planning on saying died in his mouth and thickened his tongue, leaving him once again stumbling for an excuse. He felt your eyes on him as well as his father, reproachfully clicking his tongue at once again, his stuttering, bumbling fool of a son. “I did...I didn’t…”

“Forget it. Screw this.”

“W-wait, don’t leave--”

“--I’m not leaving!”

He froze, holding onto your bicep in an attempt to stop you. Slowly, his hand fell away, “w-what?”

“I’m not leaving,” you repeated, and slowly he watched as a devilish smile stained your cheeks, pulling away the angry lines of before. “I didn’t come here to leave, I came here for answers. And I guess I just have to fight you for ‘em.”

At that point, Diego’s head had been through the wringer so much, he felt like it could just pop off if he wasn’t careful. And yet still, his eyes bugged out and he stared at you in complete shock, unsure just how he was supposed to process that last sentence.

“I’m sorry, what?!”

You shrugged like it was nothing at all, “c’mon. I know you’re better with the physical stuff and I wanna catch you off guard, finally get an answer out of you. I’m gonna, like, fight you for the truth.”

He watched as you toed off your shoes and shrugged off your thin jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind you with little care. You seemed ready, like you had planned this all along -- and had you? What was the reason behind all this? Was there something that he just wasn’t getting, in his state of emotional disarray? Or were you just losing your mind because of him?

“L-look, I’m s-sorry, but I,” he paused, trying to form the syllables in his mouth so they weren’t so thick and jumbled. “I can’t just fight you.”

“Sure you can. We spar all the time.”

“But w-w-why?”

Once more, your shoulders lifted and fell; ever the nonchalant dramatic. “Call it a bet. I win, you tell me why you avoided me for so long. And if you win, which you probably won’t but if you do…” you grimaced. “I’ll leave and you never have to see me again.”

Diego baulked. “I don’t want that.”

“Clearly you do,” you jabbed back. “Right?”

“No. I don’t. I don’t want to lose you.”

You huffed; clearly you didn’t believe him, but you also seemed set on the idea that you were definitely going to win, so he wasn’t sure where he stood in that. “Fine, pick your prize and keep it to yourself. I don’t care.”

Diego still hesitated, hovering to the side as you wrapped your hands. There seemed no way out of the situation, but surely there had to be - surely you weren’t just going to hop into the ring for an explanation.

Was this some ill-fated revenge?

You must have noticed his expression, because he heard you laughing from a whiles away. “I’m not looking to hurt you, Diego. Trust me, no matter what you do, I’d never want to do that.”

His heart fluttered.

“It’s just,” you cocked your head, thinking over your words before smiling again, “like you said when you first started training me. Freestyle, baby.”

You had deepened your voice tremendously to mock his own -- and while it was a horrible impression, it did call back to the one you did before of him. Not that you seemed to remember that, you had been piss drunk, but the thought still made him cringe.

All this, because of him. He screwed it all up and for what?

“Rules are the same as always. First person to pin the other down for more than five beats wins. No serious hits, so like, don’t break my nose or anything.”

“I can’t do this,” he mumbled, even as he stepped into the ring. “We don’t need to do this. We can just talk.”

You sighed and looked back at him. There was a fierceness in your eyes, a determination for something he wasn’t quite sure of -- like there was a plan in motion, only he couldn’t figure out where the steps lead. “I didn’t come here to walk away, Diego. I’m here to win a bet and get my friend back, and also kick his ass if I have to because I’m desperate. You can’t convince me to leave, so wrap your hands and let’s get this going!”

“But-”

“-it’s either this or I just stare at you until you crack,” you said, no longer smiling. “And I doubt you want that typ’a torture, do you?”

He stared at you askance. “Really?”

You didn’t answer him with words that time.

The fight was fast, and almost evenly matched -- you had a slight advantage with your eye on your prize, and he was faltering with every other blow knowing he couldn’t bear to hurt you. But the pace picked up and soon it was like you were one fluid being, predators locked on and desperate to claw the other away from them while simultaneously, drawing them back in. Fists flew and every so often he saw the sparks fly from the fire in your eyes, catching on everything he turned from and leaving him surrounded by the flames you spilled.

For a moment, Diego thought he had it. He had managed to pivot away from your last onslaught and pulled you away from the centre, edging into the corner where he could finally pin you down. His arms outstretched and for a moment he was actually smiling because it felt like the good old days -- sparring way too late into the night when he should have been working with the girl he secretly loved and the stars watching from way above, admiring the gruesomely pretty sight.

But in a flash, everything switched.

He lunged, you slid.

When he fumbled, your legs wrapped around his own, pulling him back and flipping over one another like beetles rolling in the hot sun.

You were everywhere, smothering his smoke with your body, forcing him down before he even realised what was happening.

Diego blinked, and suddenly you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist and your hands holding his own up above his head. Your expression edged on feral as you grinned down at him, straddling him and fighting everything he pushed back with.

But he couldn’t fight back. Not when you were on him and everywhere and he could smell your shampoo as your hand dangled around him, dripping your scent around him like he was in that poppy field from Wizard of Oz, ready to give into the toxin and be one with the flowers. Your hands held his own and he wished he could slide his fingers into the clasp, holding them to him and kiss each bruised knuckle with tenderness he didn’t know he possessed. Your hips, legs, chest pressed against his own, both heaving and waiting for the other to move and interrupt the tension rising with every passing second.

“One,” you began, voice low and teasing. Did you know what you did to him? “Two…”

Diego writhed in your hold, but it was no use. You had him. He was yours and he would be satisfied to be so for the rest of your days, if only you never let him go. His gaze flitted across your face, tracing the way your eyebrows furrowed and relaxed with the numbers, eyes still wide and filled with emotions he didn’t quite know how to read. Sweat beaded on your brow and stained your cheeks and yet still, he thought you were as perfect as you could be, mere inches from his own darting eyes.

“Four...four and a half…” your smile grew and you got a little closer, almost touching his face with your own. “Five…”

He didn’t dare to breathe.

“I win, Hargreeves.”

But despite the hushed declaration, you did not move. Your body stayed over his, hands pushing his own down with gentle force but keeping him locked under you. Your eyes remained on his own, locking them in place as your face grew nearer. Soon enough your nose was just touching his own, nudging softly and turning so it fit better against his lips, which were parted and so close to pressing against your own-

-but you pulled away.

Just as Diego’s eyes had shut, your weight left his and he was left to sit up confused and watch you stomp away. You slipped out of the ring and down to the ground with a soft thump. He watched you unwrap your knuckles and to his surprise, he saw your hands shake with the movement.

“This was a mistake,” you mumbled to yourself. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear. “This was stupid, I have to-”

“-don’t go,” he mumbled. In one swift movement Diego had jumped back to his feet and pulled after you. You stumbled back a few paces; he raced after, hurrying to your side with an aggression he didn’t know he possessed. “Don’t go.”

“Diego, I-”

“-I pushed you away because I screwed up,” he said, all in one breath and so fast he wasn’t sure if you could understand him. “I messed this up. We’re only supposed to be friends, I know that, but I-I can’t not be in love with you, not when you’re that perfect and so beautiful and you make me smile e-even when I feel like the shittiest sh-sh-shit and-”

“-kiss me.”

“What?”

You stepped forward, angling yourself just under his chin. Your chest heaved. “Kiss me, asshole.”

And slowly his hands moved on their own accord, cupping your cheeks and holding you to him. His eyes darted down once, staring at the pink lips before reaching your own again for a silent affirmation. When you nodded in his hands he acted, pulling you to him quickly and pressing his lips against his own, finally.

It was fast and passionate, both beings pulling at the other, urging the other closer than the skin they already pressed against. His one hand left your jaw to hold your neck, angling your face so he could better caress it, smudging himself across your lips with little care. He felt your own touch against his back, sliding down to his hips and pulling -- without even thinking, he moaned, feeling your lower body roll up against him and leave his mind in overdrive.

You pulled away for air finally, gasping only to be pulled in again for a softer, gentler kiss. He pecked the corners of your mouth before finally taking your lower in between his teeth, biting softly before sucking on the tender swollen skin. He pulled away then, dropping his forehead to your own as you both took another breath.

“If…” you paused to inhale, grinning through the gasp of oxygen, “if I knew you were holding all that back, Diego, I would have kissed your ass a lot sooner.”

“I’m...I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmured. He felt your hands leave his waist, pulling up to the one he still had cradled against your cheek. Your head leaned into the gentle touch. Even as your fingers held his. “I just...is this why you stopped talking to me?”

Diego shook his head softly against your own. Once more his heart faltered and threatened to burst, but he ignored it. “No, I just...I realised that I was-”

“-sorry, I don’t - you have an eyelash.” He froze as your fingers stroked his cheek, pulling away the evidence that had caught your attention. Your eyes darted up to his for a moment, and he watched as they widened and brightened under his perplexed gaze. “Your eyes really are pretty.”

His heart stopped for a beat.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That’s why I stopped!” he exclaimed. He pulled away from you then, gesticulating wildly around like the air was going to supply you with answers. “That’s why!”

You frowned, cocking your head like a lost puppy. “You...because of your pretty eyes?!”

“What? Wait, no, that’s not why.”

“I’m so confused right now, bud, and I just--”

“--last week,” he rushed, cutting you off before he could lose momentum again. “I took you home. You were wasted, and you kept talking and - and you told me I had pretty eyes.”

Still, you looked bewildered.

“I-I have been obsessed with you since the day I met you,” he said, soft and unsure if any of the words would come out right. Or if they themselves were the right ones to say. “I couldn’t help it. And I didn’t let myself act on it because I knew that it wouldn’t wo-wo-work out, you’d get mad and I’d lose you. I rathered having you as a friend, then losing you cause I was in love with you.”

“Love?” you questioned, barely a breath of a sound lingering between them.

“But that night, you went on and on and I realised then that I was too gone to keep it in. And I realised that you wouldn’t feel the same...and I didn’t want to hurt you, so I left. And…”

“Diego Hargreeves, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

His brow furrowed low, anger mingling with befuddlement on his flushed skin. “Hey, I-”

“-first of all, you really think I would just hate you because you thought of me as more than a friend?! Even if I didn’t like you - which I do, by the way - I wouldn’t do that, I value you too much. But second of all, you’re telling me that you never noticed how much I liked you back?!”

“I-”

“-I have felt like an idiot for the past year, holding in my feelings for you and wishing you could feel the same way. And when you left, I thought - I thought that was it, and that I screwed things up when I was drunk, which I guess I did but-”

“-you didn’t screw anything up, I did!”

“No you didn’t, I did! I’m the drunken initiator!”

“I shouldn’t have just left!”

“Okay, so we both screwed up!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation. “But dammit, Diego, I have loved you for ages, and you - we - this is what it came to?!”

“Well, I-”

“-I can’t believe this!” you chortled. “All this time?!”

“I guess so,” he said, voice catching on the ‘so’. “I guess, yeah.”

“Holy crap.”

“Ha. Yeah.”

“I love you,” you giggled, breathless and still flushed, messy and beautiful in the shitty gym lighting. “I love you, Diego Hargreeves.”

His heart didn’t break. It didn’t even crack. Diego instead felt the slight twinge as the organ settled in his chest, content and buzzing with the panted cry. The breaklines of before didn’t feel so harsh, mended by your shiny eyes and swollen lips that he wanted to stare at until the end of his days. For once, his heart actually felt whole.

“I love you too,” Diego mumbled, smiling like a little kid. The muscles in his face, rusted over with age and disuse, groaned at the extreme grin but he kept it on anyways, smiling down at you with the strangest feeling of happiness coursing through his body. “A lot.”

And you beamed. “Have I ever told you, your eyes look like, a thousand times prettier when you smile?”

A/N: WHY DO I KEEP WRITING ALCOHOL BASED IDIOTS TO LOVERS FICS?? Have I any other creative thoughts?? Does this make me seem like that’s all I think about?? These are the thoughts that now run through my mind as I rush to post this...and truthfully, I don’t have an answer. I swear I’m a little more creative! I just...have a hankering for these things. Oops.

I wrote this weirdly super super fast and it’s super nonsensical, especially the middle bits? But I weirdly like it. I’m not sure. The plot is a ~little~ wonky but I’m rolling with it!

I’m open to make more stuff on here, I’ve gotten quite bad at it but I like writing these things as practice pieces. So, if you want to read more, requests are open and you can find a list of prompts (if you want them) in my masterlist. I’m putting out an updated list later on in the month, but I also am just open to have any sorts of requests. xx

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