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alexwritingspot · 6 months

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okk um instead could you do a percy x fem!reader with prompt 1?? And could you do it so its kinda like they are already in an established relationship and throughout the week he realises that slowly his gf has been a bit more distant and nearly getting hurt in training from being so out of it, and them whilst theyre just hanging out in his cabin he asks her whats wrong n yadyada 😍😍

Sorry if that didnt really make sense but thankyouuuu❤❤

Are you alright?

Your boyfriend gets worried about you after seeing you stress out so much

Prompt 1: “hey, c’mere sit down, tell me what’s going on”

Pairing: Percy Jackson x fem!reader

words count: 1.4k

warnings: slightly mention of injury

A/n: Thank you for requesting! I would like to apologise with all the people who are waiting a fic, but lately I’ve been REALLY busy with school, and writing became impossible. 😓🧡 In these days I’ll try harder to publish as many requests as possible, thank you so much for understanding! 🧡

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You were on the right front of the river. Dressed up for catch the flag you were ready to give your best. To your misfortune though, your boyfriend, Percy Jackson, had ended up in the other team. Of course, being part of the g/p’s cabin also meant ending up in the red team all the times. But you sticked with that because you couldn’t do much else.

The game started, you had a defensive role in your squad, and you were okay with it. Armour on and senses awake you examined your surroundings in search of any possible ‘enemy’ in the near area. You could hear the sound of words sparring in the distance, and that only alerted you more, they were becoming clearer by the seconds. You took out your weapon, ready to fight. The river was behind you, so it was unlikely someone would try an attack from there. Other than that you were surrounded by trees and vegetation.

A noise coming from a near bush caught your attention, you were ready to defend yourself, and eventually your flag.

But then… a sharp pain had hit your dominant arm, and you let out a groan of pain, finding yourself with a much younger camper of the blue team.

You didn’t loose another moment, you tried to move quickly, to dodge his attacks and try to get him to drop his sword, but it was useless. In the end you had found yourself, butt in the water, and the other camper having surpassed the spot where just a few moments before you both were sparring.

You didn’t even pick up your sword again, you stood there in the water, dumbfounded. How did a younger camper managed to beat you so easily?! You couldn’t believe it. Slowly you pulled yourself out of the water when you heard the horn that indicated the end of the game, your team had lost.

You made your way back to where all the other campers were supposed to reunite at the end of the game. The blue team was cheering and laughing, all of the half-bloods obviously happy of having won the game. Between them stood Percy, still happy, but less thrilled than the others, it wasn’t his first victory, so he didn’t party like the others.

It was then that he noticed you as you walked away to your cabin, quick to avoid his gaze, and when he tried to approach you, you had skillfully managed to avoid him. Saying that he was confused would have been an understatement. Why did you avoid him? And why your back was wet with water? Was that a cut the one he saw on your arm?

The next morning you presented to breakfast in a way more tired demeanour, dark bags under your eyes and sloppy movements. You didn’t even sit at the Poseidon table, which was the standard. Your arm was covered by a short bandage that cover your cut to avoid possible infections.

And then Percy sat by at your table, ignoring the glares your brothers and sisters were giving him “hey” He tried to start a conversation with you “mornin’ ” you simply said, answering back in a dry way, something didn’t feel right.

“Do you want to sit to my table?” He asked again, a slight frown on his face, green eyes holding a spark of worry. You replied dryly again “If you want” and then the two of you got up and sat at the Poseidon table. Percy attempted to make small conversations, but none of it were working, so he decided to try a different approach

“You good?” He asked, and while he was searching for the truth in your eyes you looked for at your food “yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He sighed “look at me” you were focused on your food “y/n please. Look at me?” You didn’t move your head fully, you just glanced up “I told you, I’m fine” you then stood up and walked away, leaving your plate on the table, your food almost untouched.

the rest of the week went by in a similar way, you acting off of it, and Percy worrying over you more, every day that passed. He found you in the training area, exercising with a mannequin “You need a sparring partner?” He tried, expecting once again a negative response.

Instead you hesitantly looked up and nodded your head “I… yeah, actually yes, it would be helpful” and with that you two started sparring. Percy took a mental note of how much your stance was uncoordinated, which was strange, cause you usually fought very well.

Your feet moved fast, you had only a thought in your mind

I need to win.

you usually weren’t like this, you didn’t care too much if you won or not when you sparred with your boyfriend, but this time it was different. You had to prove yourself that you knew how to fight, how to spare and how to handle a weapon.

It was that taught that distracted you and almost got Riptide stabbed in your stomach. Luckily you had been fast enough to move, and even if you fell to the ground you had avoided the hit of the celestial bronze blade.

Percy let go of his sword immediately and rushes to your side “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” But you didn’t even hear him, your mind was elsewhere.

you had lost. Again.

And even if you knew that Percy was great with his sword you couldn’t help but- “Y/n!” Percy had you sat to the ground when you came back to reality. He was holding your face and it was crystal clear the distress on his face. “Yeah, yeah sorry, I’m fine, you didn’t hit me”

He insisted to take you to his cabin to actually check he didn’t hurt you, and even if you were hesitant if you should follow him or not, in the end you both ended up in his cabin.

“Are you sure, but like 100% sure that you’re fine? Because these days you are way more absent and you’re spending all your time sparring.” Before you could reply he continued “And honestly, your movements were so uncoordinated before that…” you didn’t hear the rest.

your movements were uncoordinated

that was enough to stop your whole body to move, even breath. Percy noticed. Of course he did. He also tried to get you back to the real world by putting a caring hand over your shoulder. “Hey, c’mere, sit down, tell me what’s going on” and you did. You sat down by your boyfriend’s side and told him about the younger boy that had beat you so easily.

“I can’t even fight! He was like 10 Percy! If I cannot keep up with a 10-years-old then how will I be able to fight monsters? How will I be able to handle quests?” Now there were tears streaming down your cheeks. So that was what you were worried about. Percy pulled you into his arms “shh, please don’t cry, you’re good with fighting, I can assure you” but you didn’t believe him, you just sinked deeper in his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Please darling don’t cry, I have proof you’re a good fighter yeah?” He rubbed your back, trying to sooth you, he had no intention to go away until these insecurities of yours would have been solved. “Remember about a month ago, when you made me drop Riptide only 2 minutes into the sparring session?” He began, you weakly nodded your head, hugging him close

“And do you remember about two weeks ago when the mechanical taurus of the Hephaestus cabin who broke, and you stopped them from destroying the dining pavilion?” You looked up at him, still tight in his embrace “but-“ he cut you off “no buts, you are great, you have great skills and you have to believe in them and in yourself, trust me when I say this.”

His words sinked in. He was right, you had amazing skills and you couldn’t let the first person to win over you let you down like that. “I love you Percy” you whispered

“I love you too, with all my heart” he answered, and the two of you fell asleep like that, in each others arms…

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theemporium · 10 months

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so....remus wanting to have sex and the reader just not feeling like it so she says no and then kinda feels guilty but remus assures her that it's ok and she's allowed to feel that way? Kinda angsty with fluff at end? Tysm

thank you for requesting!🖤

You had never felt this shattered in your entire life.

You didn’t know why today had drained you out as much as it did, but it had. Maybe it was the shitty sleep you got last night, or the fact you barely had a chance to wake up and prepare for your day when you were running around after realising you were late. Maybe it was the dreadful shift you just pulled or the stupid people you had to deal with. Maybe it was just because you hadn’t had a day off in over a week and it was finally starting to hit you that working nine days straight fucking sucked.

You had barely managed to drag yourself through the front door of your apartment, instantly hit with the smell of something savoury and garlic-y and it made your mouth water.

“Love? Is that you?”

“Got another girlfriend you’re expecting?” you joked as you dumped your bag at the door and kicked off your shoes before making your way towards the kitchen where your boyfriend stood, clad in grey sweatpants and a tight fitting shirt.

“Don’t worry, you’re my favourite,” he grinned before leaning down to kiss you. “How was work?”

“Shit,” you stated simply.

He hummed sympathetically. “Go get changed and I’ll make up some plates.”

“You’re the best,” you murmured against his lips before you headed off to your bedroom.

The rest of the night felt like everything you needed after the last nine days. You enjoyed the dinner your boyfriend had made, you curled up on the couch with Remus afterwards and put on some movie the two of you had been meaning to watch for some time. The hours ticked by and it was getting closer to eleven by the time you got ready for bed.

You felt the bed dip behind you as Remus crawled in, his arms wounding around your waist as he pulled your body against his. You felt his lips press a soft kiss at the base of your neck. And then another just above that. And then another and another until he was kissing along your jaw and towards your lips.

Your body arched against him and almost every part of you wanted it. To just let go and relax into his arms, to feel one of his hands cup your tit whilst the other dipped beneath the waistband of your pyjama shorts. You knew you could give yourself to Remus and he would make you feel so good, like he always did.

But there was a little voice in the back of your head that was just too tired for anything and the frustration made your eyes prick with tears.

“Remus,” your voice was a little shaky and you hated the way you could feel his body tense in concern.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured as he lifted his head, catching your glossy eyes in the dim lighting of your bedroom. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, trying to turn your head away but Remus wasn’t having that.

He guided your face back towards him, his hand cupping your cheek as his brows furrowed in concern. “Don’t have to apologise to me, pretty girl. Just tell me how I can help.”

“I–” you let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “I’m just tired, Remus. So fucking tired and I wanna, I really do, but I just can’t—”

“This is about sex?” Remus asked, watching the way you nodded your head before he let out a soft laugh. “Baby, it’s okay. It’s just sex. It’s no big deal.”

“But you—” However, he was quick to cut you off.

“I’ll survive,” he murmured as he placed a sweet kiss on your tear-stricken cheek. “I care about you, baby, and how you feel. You hear me? You never have to say you’re sorry, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered and gave him a soft smile. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I think the exhaustion is making you delirious now,” he teased, his own smile growing when he heard your laugh. “C’mon, my girl needs to rest.”

“I love you,” you murmured as he pulled you against his chest, your cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“I love you more,” he murmured as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

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gay-dorito-dust · 10 months

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OMG can I ask for a MAWS prompt? 🥺👉👈 Like superman saving reader and developing a fanatism out if that 👀

A/n: I’m just going to assume Clark and reader know each other for the sake of the fic. Also idk if this is what you wanted

‘Are you alright?’

You swore you heard an angel ask, softly luring you into opening your eyes only to be greeted with the most softest pair of cornflower blues looking back at you intently. The man was so undeniably beautiful and gentle in the way he holds himself, in the way he spoke to you as he helped you off the ground whilst his big, strong hands were being the only thing holding you up from another collapse with how weak you seemed to be in that moment.

‘Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need any medical attention?’ The man furthered his questioning when you didn’t answer him the first time, believing that something must be seriously wrong, when in actual fact you were just silently trying to ingrain every last feature of this man’s perfect face into your memory for further reference under the guise of secret admiration; From his dark windswept hair, his god like physique, his soft jawline, to the S on his chest that stood out to you like a shining beacon of hope.

‘I’m fine, thanks to you…’ you trailed off upon realising that you didn’t know your hero’s name. ‘Superman.’ He answered with semi-confidence as though it was a name he had came up with on the spot. It looked like he wanted to say more but his attention was drawn elsewhere, his face sets into a comparatively more hardened mould and within a blink of an eye and a gust of wind; Superman had disappeared from sight.

Ever since being rescued your mind was forever plagued by constant daydream that fantasised of being saved by Superman again and again just so you could relive the feel of his big yet caring hands practically cradle you into his strong chest, where you would rest your head whilst shamelessly ogling at his side profile for as long as you were allowed before he would inevitably drop you off somewhere safe and disappear from sight once more. The context of what it was that he was saving you from didn’t necessarily matter, you could’ve tripped over untied shoelaces, or been dropped from a tall height, the details didn’t matter as long as the daydream ended all the same where Superman saves you and by extension the day.

‘Are you alright?’

The Superman in your dream would say each and every time, but it never failed in making butterflies in your stomach at the thought of him being concerned about your well-being.

‘I’m alright, thanks to you.’ You would always reply with as you were hyperaware of the placement of his hands,whether that be on your waist, on your arms, or your shoulders. It didn’t matter, just as long as he was touching you in some form of way where your mind could then further trick your into thinking he was actually there in front of you; from how authentic the warmth of his palms pressed against you was,or the puffs of warm breath that brushed against your face, to the way he held himself.

At some points of your daydream, it often would feel a bit too real.

‘You really should be careful. I don’t want you getting yourself hurt over me.’ He tells you as his face seemed to have gotten closer towards yours during the time he spoke, his hands had shifted to rest upon each side of your head; whereas you were internalising everything that wanted to deep out in that moment as his thumbs had began to gingerly run across your cheeks. ‘I’m sure your just equally as worried about everyone else you’ve saved. It’s in your nature to protect people but it’s also our duty to protect ourselves to prevent further incidents such as this…’ you trailed off just as his forehead was then pressing itself up against yours.

But the words that left his mouth pulled you straight out of the immersion.

Superman didn’t sound like Superman but instead…he sounded like;

‘Clark?’ You asked, looking over at the bespectacled man who held a worried look upon his face that quickly melted away into one of relief.

‘Oh thank goodness you’re okay, you were just sat at your there for a really long time and I was beginning to get worried that something might’ve happened.’ He explained but you were quick to note that his large hands were coincidentally placed on either sides of your face, just like Superman’s was in your dream. Upon realising this, Clark quickly pulled his hands away as his cheeks were burned with embarrassment of having potentially crossed a line with you but as he verbally tripped over his plethora of apologise that went over your head. You were more concerned with how much of your daydream did Clark overhear.

‘Hey Clark?’ You asked, stoping him midway through his apology.

He hummed.

You breathed out a sigh. ‘I didn’t…happen to say anything aloud did I?’ You asked him, mentally scripting any and every excuse you could come up with for the possible instance of his answer to that being yes, even going so far as to secretly cross your fingers but you would soon learn that there was no need when the word that came of out his mouth was;

‘No. You didn’t say anything at all, you just sat there for a long period of time with a far away, almost dreamy look upon your face.’ Clark explained. ‘Why’d you ask, was it embarrassing?’ He adds on whilst trying not to be push the issue any further in the instance that he was making you bring up some personal stuff.

‘Yeah…you could defiantly say that.’ You replied quickly before standing up from your seat, suddenly finding yourself standing within Clark’s personal space and as you tried to take a step back, you found yourself almost falling flat on your arse but before you could; you found yourself caught within Clark’s strong arms, his hands splayed out against your back, keeping you close to his strong chest that laid beneath his cream coloured jumper. You found yourself staring at him through his lenses and deep into his gorgeous blue eyes, wondering how you’ve never seen them like this before; It almost felt as though you were in a state of de ja vu.

Clark stared back at you with wide eyes accompanied by a furious blush upon his cheeks as he slowly brought you out of your head and back to you feet, where you were once again standing within Clark’s personal space. ‘Thank you.’ You uttered and Clark averted his eyes elsewhere whilst rubbing the back of his neck out of a nervous habit. ‘It’s nothing, just wanting to prevent you from hurting yourself is all.’ He tells you sheepishly and you couldn’t help but find his humbleness endearing, even though there were a few times where you’d wish he would let you praise and or thank him.

After several minutes of awkward silence, you cleared your throat and said, ‘I’ll see you later then? Only if you aren’t busy with anything else of course.’ You spluttered out the last part, not wanting Clark to feel obligated into spending time with you when he has prior engagements to attend to later in the evenings ‘Oh yeah, absolutely I would love getting together with you.’ Clark says and his eyes widened at the implication, ‘As friends!’ He adds inexplicably. ‘I would love to get together with you as friends, because you’re a dear friend of mine and I respect you as such.’ He mentally congratulates himself sarcastically for how smoothly that went and hoe there was absolutely no way you could possibly assume anything of it.

Yet you smiled at his attempt of not making you uncomfortable and squeezed his shoulder. ‘Then it’s a date, dear friend of mine.’ You told him before leaving the room and him in it to decipher what was just said.

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moljh · 1 year

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Unwanted Reunion

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You convince your husband Eddie to attend his 10 year high school reunion and as expected it doesn’t go well.

General fluff, mentions of sex, minor violence

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This was your first time in Hawkins, despite your efforts to persuade your husband to bring you back to his hometown, he had always had a strong stance against it. But when the letter arrived in your mailbox notifying you of a 10 year reunion, you had badgered him until he finally agreed.

You had been with Eddie Munson since college. You'd met in a class that he later dropped out of, but continued seeing each other after that. After Eddie dropped out he opened his own mechanic shop, which gradually grew to multiple stores which were all incredibly successful.

Eddie always made little side comments about getting married but he didn't build up to ask you until the day of your graduation. Your family and friends had been there and whilst you were too busy trying to watch where your cap had been thrown to, Eddie had gotten down on one knee.

You'd been married for 5 years now and you loved Eddie more that you could've ever imagined.

The drive to Hawkins was easy, most of the roads were pretty flat in this area, according to Eddie's constant facts. Despite his continued trivial knowledge, you knew something wasn't quite right as he only rambled like this when he was nervous or trying to get something from you.

"What's wrong?" you bluntly questioned him

He kept his eyes on the road and replied dimly "Nothing’s wrong"

"Eddie" you said in your warning tone, causing his eyes to flick over to you "what's the matter? You've been acting strange ever since we left home?"

"It doesn't matter" he assured you "it's stupid"

Despite his clear desire to drop the conversation, you knew he wanted to talk. He wasn't as hard to read as he'd like to think and you especially could read him like an open book.

You softened your gaze and softly said "It's not stupid, c'mon, what's wrong?"

He let out a small sigh "You know how I always say you never would've dated me in high school?"

"Yeah..." you replied, unsure how this related

"Well there's a lot more reasons behind that then you think. I wasn't exactly liked back then"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I went to school in a small town in the 80's, people didn't exactly like different and I was pretty different"

Eddie continued to tell you more about himself, most of which you knew and some you hadn't expected.

"You've seen the pictures, I had tattoos, I listened to metal and played D&D. People thought I worshipped Satan and was evil, I wasn't really liked or even wanted around, they were probably all glad when I left"

"I'm sorry Eddie" you said placing your hand on his knee "If you don't want to go to this thing we don't have to, we can just go and visit Wayne and then drive home tomorrow"

"No," he said "I want to you, I want to go in there and show them all that I didn't end up in jail like my shit dad and I made something of myself"

You squeezed his leg and coughed a little reminding him of you presence.

"And I landed myself a fucking hot ass wife!" he shouted

You laughed at his choice of words.

"Ok, I'm glad" you reassured him

"Yeah, me too" he said

"I'm also glad I brought two different outfit options just in case"

Eddie looked at you sideways, raising a brow "what kind of outfit are we talking about here?"

"Remember your birthday?" you smirked

You could see the wheels turning in his head as he thought back to then "I think you might be arrested if you go naked"

You smacked his leg in response "No you idiot! What I was wearing before that!"

"Ooooh..." he said in realisation "Oh yeah, that'll do it"

It seemed to amaze you that despite distance and state lines, somehow the interior of a public high school always looked the same. The same linoleum flooring and white walls with some sort of colour attempted to be painted onto them.

As you walked inside, you could feel Eddie's grip tighten around your arm. Making your way down the hall, Eddie glanced around at the lockers and pictures along the corridor.

"See that locker?" Eddie whispered to you, pointing out at one

You looked in the direction and assumed it must've been his "That's where I made a pass at Mindy Cornwell and then her boyfriend punched me"

"Eddie!" you looked at him horrified "why would you tell me that?"

“Hey, you're the one that wanted to know my high school experience..." he defended "not my fault it was shit" he muttered

Coming to the end of the hall, you walked up to the table that was set up at the entrance of the sports hall. From where you were you could already see the obscene amount of decorations and lights beyond the doorway.

"Name?" the blonde lady in front of your asked, giving you a smile and looking down at her list

"Edward and Y/n Munson" you said

The expression of shock was evident on her face, she didn't do anything to bother to conceal her expression and even felt so bold to do a double take.

"Is there a problem?" you insisted, feeling rather observed

"No, sorry" she spluttered, searching the table for the name stickers

Picking them up, she handed them over to the two of you and you headed on in.

"Hey relax" you whispered to Eddie, gently giving his forearm a squeeze "we're in, one part down"

"Thank you," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your head "you know your amazing right?"

"Only cause you like to remind me" you laughed "c'mon, let's see if we can find Robin, she told me she was coming tonight"

Making your way around the room, you noted the large 'Class of '86' banner along the wall. You were surprised at how many people were already here, though based on what Eddie had told you, it seemed like most of them hadn't moved away.

Just as you were about to finish your lap of the room, you spotted the person you were looking for.

"Robin!" you exclaimed, pulling away from Eddie and dashing over to your friend.

"Y/n!" she shouted back bringing you into an embrace "how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?" you asked, then noticed her lack of companion "Where's Sarah?"

"I'm not too bad, unfortunately she got called back into the hospital last minute"

"That's a shame, I was looking forward to seeing her again"

Over the years you had met a few of Eddie's friends at random times, but when they had all come to the wedding you got to see the true chaos of them together. Since then, they had all come and visited you occasionally, and you had visited them as well. So you'd gotten to know them all and become pretty close with Robin.

"Hey Rob" Eddie cut in, re-joining your side "guessing y/n's already beaten me to the small talk and niceties?"

"I'm afraid so Eds" Robin sarcastically remarked, shaking her head slightly "unfortunately once again your gorgeous wife had proven she's far too good for you"

The three of you continued to chat and catch up as the evening progressed. You could tell Eddie was doing his best to avoid heading back into the larger group, but you didn't mind, you were here for him, not for yourself.

"Hey," you interjected "I'm just going to go grab a drink"

"Did you want me to get it?" Eddie offered

"No, that's ok"

"Ok, well can you get me one as well?"

"Sure"

Weaving your way through the crowd made you way over to the table covered in food and drink. As you were getting yourself a wine and Eddie a beer, you overheard something that caught your attention.

"Oh my god did you hear the freak is here tonight?" one voice said

"I can't believe he isn't in jail or dead" another spoke

"I heard he's going bald and is broke and he's back in town to move in with his uncle"

"No, no, apparently he's here with a woman, Michelle said he brought his wife!"

"You're kidding!"

"No way! She must be blind or stupid if she married Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson"

You stood there stunned for a moment as the realisation that these grown women were gossiping about you and Eddie hit. You weren't sure what to do for a second, as you registered their mean words and childish behaviour.

"Sorry can I just get past you?" a voice pulled you away, glancing up you grabbed your drinks as a blonde haired man stepped beside you

"I'm sorry, just lost in thought" you politely smiled

"Don't worry, just getting a top up" he laughed, gesturing to the empty beer bottle in his hand "I don't seem to recognise you, did you go here?"

"No, no" you replied "I went to school in North Carolina, I'm here with my husband, he's the one that went here"

"Oh really, what's his name, I might've known him?" he asked "I'm Jason by the way"

"It's nice to meet you Jason," you replied "his name is Eddie, Eddie Munson..."

Once again that evening, a shocked look fell over another persons face. This man who you'd known for all of five seconds gave you the biggest look of bewilderment and confusion.

"Eddie Munson?" he finally said, questioning you as if you'd said the wrong name "Eddie Munson is your husband?"

"Um yes..." you replied, unsure why he was so confused by your words

"How the hell did he get someone like you?!"

You weren't sure how to answer that, so you just tried to defuse the situation by laughing, though it sounded more nervous that you would've liked.

"Well it was nice meeting you Jason, I better get back" you said, trying to rush away, suddenly very uncomfortable by the change in conversation

You quickly walked back over to where Robin and Eddie were still standing and you quickly rushed to Eddie's side.

"I'm so sorry" you told him, cringing at what had happened

“Why are you sorry?" Eddie questioned, raising a brow

"I may have accidentally just spoken to your least favourite person here..."

"Mrs O'Donnell's still alive?" he said in shock

"No you idiot" you shot back "Jason Carver"

"Oh, that makes much more sense" he paused for a second and then huffed out "why?"

"I didn't mean to, he just started talking to me and by the time I worked out who he was it was too late to just run away"

You couldn't hide away for much longer, as you spotted out of the corner of your eye, a few people looking your way. Gradually as you heard Jason's words get louder, presumably with the help of some more alcohol, more people began to notice you. Usually you wouldn't care about people looking but it was clearly making Eddie uneasy.

Before you knew it, Jason and a few others that looked just like him, appeared before you.

"Jason" Eddie said flatly, trying to not acknowledge him

"How did you do it Munson, actually what did you do?" Jason laughed not wasting any time and clearly a few drinks in "You knock her up and force her to marry you or are you just paying some random hooker by the hour?"

"Fuck you Carver" Eddie replied, clearly angered by his words

"Oh the freaks got a backbone now does he?" Jason said, moving closer towards Eddie "cause last time I remember the only thing you were good at was running" he spat

Eddie didn't give Jason time to react, let alone retaliate. In one strong hit, Eddie swung and Jason was on the floor. Everyone gasped at the sight and you heard Robin shout some sort of profanity.

Your eyes widened at your husbands sudden act of violence but you didn't feel sorry for the excuse of a man on the floor. Somehow amongst all the shit talking, it clearly hadn't been mentioned that Eddie did hard physical labour all day and wasn't just playing board games anymore (though you did still have the box in a cupboard at the house).

"Don't speak like that to my wife again you asshole" Eddie said, grabbing a hold of your arm and marching you out of the gymnasium

He didn't say anything as you two rushed out into the night and towards your car. You still were sure exactly what was happening, it all played out so quickly, you hadn't had time to process.

"Eddie, woah, woah, just stop for a second" you begged

"I'm so sorry y/n" he said, looking back at you with hurt eyes "I never should've come tonight, I knew that it wouldn't have gone well"

"Hey, stop... This isn't your fault" you said, bringing your hands up and gently holding the sides of his face "I'm sorry I forced you to come"

"This isn't your fault either" Eddie was quick to reply, "let's say it was no one's fault and move on?"

"Sounds good to me" you smiled "though I do have to say it was pretty hot you knocking that jackass to the ground"

"Well I'm glad it looked good cause it fucking hurt my hand" Eddie muttered clutching his right hand "but I wanted to seem cool"

You couldn't help but laugh at your hopeless husband. Even in the shittiest situations he managed to be ok and make something funny, which is something you loved about him.

"I am sorry about what he said about you," Eddie said in a more sincere tone "no matter how much they hate me, that was just wrong to say all those awful lies"

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you breathed in his cologne that had been the same since you met.

"How about we go?" you suggested and the two of you got into the car

As you were driving along, the headlights guiding your way on the dark road, a realisation popped into your head.

"You know..." you said, pausing for a moment, trying to think over your words "It wasn't all lies"

"What?" Eddie replied clearly confused "Um... Unless you've changed jobs, last time I checked you weren't a cheap hooker

"No, that's not it" you said

Eddie clearly wasn't listening to you, lost in his own train of thought "I'd hope you'd at least be a high class one, for politicians and stuff, you know, important people" he went on

"Well I'm glad you think I'd made a good hooker" you chuckled

"Only the best for my girl" he smirked at you

Rolling your eyes, you looked down at your feet for a second.

"No Eddie," you softly said "I mean... technically you did knock me up"

Your words just about made him crash the car.

In a flash Eddie had pulled over on the side of the road and flung around to face you in the passenger seat.

"What?" he stared at you blankly "are you serious?"

"Yeah" you smiled nervously

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit" he excitedly shouted

He froze for a second and suddenly looked back at you again.

"How long have you know? How far along are you?" he rambled

"I've known for about two weeks now, and the doctor says I'm only a month along"

Once again Eddie froze and he didn't utter a word for at least a few minutes, which had to be some sort of personal record.

"That fucking dress!" he exclaimed "God it really was a good birthday!"

You couldn't help but burst out into laughter as Eddie put the pieces together. Hopelessly smiling at your husband, he pulled you towards him and held you tightly as the excitement of what was to come became reality.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie fluff #husband!eddie #stranger things one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie husband #eddie munson husband #husband!eddie x reader #husband!eddie munson #one shot

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jflemings · 3 months

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Prompt 82 w Cortnee vine xx

— cruel summer

prompt: 82 “i’m fine” from this post

a/n: i hope this is okay 🙃 it’s not my best but i gave it a go

“are you sure?” she asks worriedly

you look at her with annoyance before your face softens. her eyes are showing you nothing but genuine concern “yes, cort, i’m fine” you reassure for the fifth time that morning.

she hums and turns her back to you so she can continue to fold her laundry whilst you sit on her couch flicking through different streaming apps trying to find something to watch. the truth was that you weren’t fine. you were starting to regret coming over but you didn’t have the guts to get up and leave yet.

you didn’t think that sneaking around behind your teammate’s back was going to be that difficult, but you had been proven wrong when the girls came back home for christmas. a few of you had gone out for breakfast and caitlin, who really didn’t know any better, had not so subtly pointed out the hickey on cort’s neck. cortnee had flushed red and stammered through an explanation, claiming that it was from no one important and that it was just a one time thing.

your heart had sunk and from that moment on you kept relatively quiet, even on the drive back to cortnee’s. you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it because the two of you agreed that it was better to keep it from the team for now.

your mind was starting to change about that decision.

you give up on trying to find something to watch, putting the remote down and standing up just as you gain your nerve. you grab your purse off the coffee table and sigh “i’m gonna go” you say, trying to be as confident as you can.

she looks over her shoulder at you with a quirked brow before shrugging “okay. text me later?” she asks, returning back to her laundry that was apparently more interesting than you.

you hummed and swiftly made your way out of her apartment, letting out a heavy breath when you hear the door click close. you begin to walk down the hallway to the elevator thinking over your relationship. cortnee had been worried about all the media attention after the world cup, but your teammates weren’t the media. they were your family, and you told some of those girls almost everything about you and your life.

as the elevator rings and you walk through the foyer of the building you can’t help but feel defeat. you didn’t want to keep secrets just to keep her and you knew how you felt; it wasn’t fair to you to continue to do this. you understood at first but now it seemed pointless to you. people were assuming things anyway, and after caitlin’s comment you knew that at least half the team would be aware about it by the end of the week.

the australian december sun beams down on you as you get to your car, making you flinch back when you touch the door handle. you open the door and stand there momentarily preparing for burn you’re about to feel from the scorching leather seat, groaning when you realise that the pool at your building was closed for repairs this week.

you throw your head back and slide i to the driver’s seat as best you can, not noticing the notifications you get from your phone until you plug it into the aux.

cortnee 🤍

we should tell the team

if u want

but i want to

a wide smile overtakes your face as you press play on your summertime playlist and throw your phone in the cup holder before driving off, singing along to whatever songs come and go. it’s definitely the best you’ve felt all week, especially after this morning, and you can’t wait until you can finally, and proudly, call cortnee yours.

#pegs writes #pegs woso #pegs tillies #woso imagine #woso blurb #woso fic #woso x reader #cortnee vine #cortnee vine x reader #cortnee vine fic #cortnee vine imagine #cortnee vine blurb

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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I Can Never Show My Face Again

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You kept your feelings hidden for Leclerc but after drinking a little too much at the season opening gala you make a complete fool of yourself.

Requested by anon: Heeey! Could you write an image with Charles where the reader tries to seduce him and everything goes wrong (she falls from the bad or accidentally hurt him idk) thank u

“How drunk is she?” Charles asked, not taking his eyes off you as you stumbled over to the bar, leaning against the marble countertop as you held your finger up at the bar tender. He couldn’t help but be concerned about your current state, this wasn’t like you at all.

“Mate, she’s pissed.” Daniel laughed, slapping his hand on Charles' back. “Not seen this side of her for a while.”

“Should we stop her?”

“Nope,” Daniel said, shaking his head. “I mean you can try but it won’t end well, she will stop on her own accord soon either she will sneak off to go puke or she will pass out first. It’s always the same when she gets this drunk.”

Charles narrowed his eyes, not liking the sound of either option. He couldn’t just stand around doing nothing whilst you kept knocking the shots back.

“If she punches you then that’s not my fault, I warned you.” Daniel nodded, watching as Charles slipped into the crowd without responding.

Leaning against the bar you squinted trying to keep the double vision at bay but it wasn’t working. You knew it was a bad idea getting this drunk at a work event. All eyes would be on you and not in a positive way. Something inside of you snapped and you were planning on telling Charles how you really felt but after a couple of shots for Dutch courage it turned into 3 which turned into your current state.

A hand landed on your shoulders, causing you to sigh the feeling of sparks erupting through your skin told you exactly who was standing behind you.

“Charliiieeee.” You giggled.

Charles smiled at the name, he hated being called Charlie but for some reason he didn’t mind you calling it him. He would never let anyone else call him that, just you.

As you spun around on your heels, you lost your footing causing you to stumble. Luckily Charles quickly caught you before you hit the floor. “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” You giggled, resting your hand on his cheek.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.” He said, helping you upright but keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips keeping you stable. However he couldn’t help but slowly run his thumbs over the exposed skin from the cut out dress.

“Not had enough.” You slurred, poking your tongue out at him.

Charles looked over your shoulder gaining the bar tenders attention. “Ne lui servez plus d'alcool, elle en a déjà trop bu. Puis-je avoir une bouteille d'eau s'il vous plaît ? (Do not serve her any more alcohol, she has had too much already. Can I have a bottle of water please?)”

No matter how many times you heard him speak in this mother tongue it always made you weak at the knees.

“Fuck, you sound sexy when you speak French.” You purred, running your hands up and down his torso. “No idea what you just said but it sounded sexy.”

A chuckle escaped Charles’ lips as he reached over taking the bottle of water. Slowly he started guiding you through the crowd of people until he reached the booth Ricciardo, Sainz and Gasly were sitting at. All of them shooting questioning looks.

Charles tried to get you to sit down but you were putting up a fight. In turn you managed to push Charles down on the couch smirking as he looked up at you. Hitching your dress up slightly you thought it would be a good idea to straddle in front of your friends and co-workers.

You only managed to get one knee on the couch before you made a complete fool of yourself. Lifting your other knee up you thought you had landed on the couch but from the pain that etched across Charles’ face you quickly realised that you had kneed him straight in the balls.

Embarrassment washed over you as you quickly jumped backwards knocking all of the glass off the table causing them to smash on the floor gaining everyone’s attention.

Carlos immediately jumped to his feet wrapping his arms around you so you didn’t fall and land in the glass. Hiding your face in his chest, you didn’t want to face anyone after making an utter fool out of yourself.

“I will take her back to my hotel room, it’s closer than hers.” Carlos said to the guys.

“Think that might be wise.” Daniel nodded.

The walk through the room was a walk of shame, your boss shook his head at you as you passed him making you drop your gaze to the floor not wanting to make any more eye contact with anyone. If anything the whole incident had sobered you up a little.

Once you reached the elevator you sighed heavily hiding your head in your hands.

“I fucked up.” You mumbled to Carlos. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise to me.” He said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder squeezing softly. “Let’s just get you back up to my room and talk about this tomorrow no think the best thing for you to do is sleep it off.”

“I don’t know what came over me, it was only meant to be a couple of shots to give me courage to approach Charles.”

“Well, love and crushes make us do stupid things and sometimes we have to live with the consequences.” He hummed, as you stepped into the elevator.

The sunlight started to creep into the room causing you to groan, pulling the duvet over your head. You didn’t even try to open your eyes, the pounding in your head told you everything you needed to know.

You were hanging out your arse.

Running your hands over your face you sighed heavily as memories of the end of your night flashed through your mind. How could you be so stupid getting that drunk?

It was now time for some major damage control, not only with Charles but with your boss as well. Dread instantly filled you as you thought about how that conversation would go. It wasn’t going to the the stranded ‘you fucked up talk’. This would be a full blown lecture, profanities screamed at each other and a raging argument the whole of the team would hear. The downside of working with your Dad, you were too much alike so when you squared up to each other people tended to run in the opposite direction.

The thought of that and Charles was enough to make your stomach churn. Launching yourself out of the bed you rushed across to the bathroom, dropping to your knees and just making it in time before you emptied the contents of your stomach.

Carlos quickly appeared in the bathroom, pulling the hair band off your wrist before pulling your hair into a loose ponytail.

“I’m never drinking again.” You groaned, taking a small sip of the water he had brought.

“You say that now,” he chuckled, knowing exactly how you would be. “I’ve known you for too long now.”

“I mean it.” You huffed, running your hands over your face.

“Whatever you say.” He nodded, crouching down resting his hand on your knee. “Me and the guys are going out for breakfast soon, you think you can manage that?”

Silence filled the room, that was until your stomach growled at the mention of food. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday lunch time and even then it was half a sandwich.

Without thinking you agreed to go forgetting that he said the guys were going as well.

“Come on then, get yourself cleaned up and dressed, I ran to your room this morning and brought you some clothes and trainers and I’ve put one of my hoodies out for you as well.” Carlos hummed, helping you to your feet.

“You are a good friend.” You smiled, giving him a quick hug before you turned to sort your face out.

After half an hour you were walking back through Carlos’ hotel room taking deep breaths as you neared the living area. The sound of Charles talking in French caused your heart to race. How could you show your face around him after last night?

Fiddling with the sleeves of what you thought was Carlos’ hoodie you froze realising that it didn’t smell like your best friend. You should have known the moment you pulled the hoodie over your head and the smell was intoxicating. This wasn’t Carlos’ this was Charles’. Scurrying to the mirror you needed to confirm for sure by seeing the number on the hoodie. The white number 16 was staring you back in the face.

You were going to kill Carlos.

It was time to face the music no matter how much you wanted the earth to swallow you up right now. Taking a deep breath you walked into the living area. All eyes were all on you as you b-lined to the coffee maker.

Charles smirked when he realised you were wearing his hoodie. He knew Carlos would have had something to do with that but he couldn’t hide the fact that his heart swelled at the sight.

“How’s the head?” He asked, appearing next to you.

“Like I have a baby elephant stomping around.” You winced, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, trying to shield them from the bright light of the hotel room.

“I’ve never seen you that drunk before.” He said softly, placing his hand over yours. Once again sparks shot through your body at the contact reminding you just how much of a fool you made of yourself last night. “I was worried.”

“Yeah about last night.” You mumbled, not daring to look away from the coffee machine. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t myself.”

“Hey,” he whispered, placing his fingers under your chin tilting your head so you were looking at him through the sunglasses. He slowly removed the glasses so he could see your eyes. “It’s okay, No lasting injuries but I’m more concerned about you. What’s going on? You know you can talk to me right?”

You couldn’t take this, it was too much for you. The coffee machine beeped signalling it had finished brewing, taking a step away from Charles you pulled your sunglasses back over your eyes before grabbing one of the Ferrari travel mugs to make your coffee in.

“Can we just drop the subject?” You huffed, focusing on the mug. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Charles was taken back by your snappiness, something was going on with you and he wasn’t going to stop until he had found out what it was.

Staring at your nails as you sat in your dad’s office, you were only doing it to piss him off and it was working.

“I promised your mum that I would keep you out of trouble and what do you do?” He snaps, “you make a complete ass of yourself at the opening gala, landing yourself all over the papers all because you were chasing some tail.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you finally looked up to be met by the angry face of your father, Christian Horner.

“Doesn’t affect Redbull though, does it?” You shrugged, knowing it was like waving a red flag to a bull.

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear those words come out of your mouth.” He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look kiddo, I get it you have some stupid little crush on Leclerc but you gotta be sensible about it. You are in the limelight, especially being my daughter.”

“You have no idea, it’s more than a crush,” you muttered hoping he didn’t hear you but you knew he did by the knowing look on his face. “Can I go now?” You said with no emotion in your voice. “I’m nursing a hangover from hell and this is making my headache worse.”

“Go sleep it off.” Dad nodded, running his hand over his face. “But just so you know this isn’t over.”

“Never is.” You mumbled, pushing yourself to your feet.

“Just a piece of advice from your old man.” He said softly, relaxing his expression. “If you really like Leclerc and think you can make it work, stop hiding your feelings. Just tell him. If you don’t want this crush to get out then you might want to avoid wearing his hoodies.” He said with a small smirk. “And please no more drinking yourself into oblivion.”

Half smiling at him you quickly slipped out of the room, taking a deep breath as your head was still spinning. Pulling your sunglasses back over your eyes you ignored everyone and made your way outside. Feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you pulled it out seeing a text from Charles.

New message from CL16🏎 - we need to talk, meet me at the coffee shop near the hotel.

Your stomach churned as you read the message, this couldn’t be good. You knew he wanted to talk about last night but the way the text was worded he didn’t sound happy.

Message to CL16🏎 - Be there in 5.

Pulling the hood of Charles’ over your head you held your hand over the side of your face, ignoring the paparazzi and the questions they were shouting. Scurrying to your car you quickly slumped into the drivers seat, resting your head in your hands. You knew you shouldn’t have been driving with how shit you felt but right now you didn’t care.

The drive to the coffee shop was quick, there was hardly any traffic on the road. The moment you saw Charles through the window your heart started to race, somehow you managed to park the car before heading into the shop.

Your heart melted as you saw he had already ordered the coffees, in the middle of the table were two take away cups. One iced coffee with what looked like caramel sauce drizzled on the inside of the cup and his takeaway cup.

Letting out a shaky breath you flashed him a small smile as you sat down, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“You said you wanted to talk?” You mumbled, pulling your coffee towards you, biting on the plastic straw.

“About last night.” He said softly, resting his hand over yours. “I know you probably want to forget it even happened but we can’t pretend it didn’t. I’m not leaving here until we have cleared the air because there is this awkward tension hanging over us now and I don’t like it.”

Finally you looked up at him, feeling yourself starting to get lost in his eyes.

“I got drunk,” you mumbled. “There’s nothing more to talk about, Charlie.”

His lips tugged into a smile at the sound of the name.

“We both know it’s more than you getting drunk.” He hummed, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Do you feel it too?”

“Feel what?” You asked, the words practically choked you and you just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“The sparks, the connection we have.” He smiled, watching as you raised your brow at him. “I feel it every time I’m around you. Suddenly all the love songs are about you, I guess what I’m trying to say Y/N is I’m falling for you in ways I can’t begin to describe and I’m falling hard.” Tears glistened in his eyes as he spoke. “The first time I realised this was at the Christmas party a few years ago, you were wearing a dorky Christmas costume when everyone else was in suits and gowns but you dared to be different.”

A smile appeared on your face at the memory and your heart had practically stopped beating with his words. You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

“I love the fact you call me Charlie, the way your smile lights up any room and your little goofy celebration dances you do.” He beamed, gently squeezing your hand.

It was the first time you had been lost for words. Tears threatened to spill over your lash line as you pulled your sunglasses to the top of your head.

“Please say something.” He whispered, trying to read your reaction.

A smile graced your face as you placed your other hand on the side of his face, feeling him nuzzle into your touch as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Charlie, feel the exact same way.” You whispered, watching his eyes light up at your admission. “That’s why I acted the way I did last night, I embarrassed myself because I was trying to seduce you and ended up kneeing you in the balls.”

“I’m okay, no lasting damage.” He chuckled, opening his eyes, taking in your expression. “So what do you say, shall we see where this goes?”

“Oh I know where this is going.” You smirked.

“And where’s that?” He questioned raising his brow at you.

“It’s going to be the greatest love story in history.”

A week had now passed since you and Charles confessed your feelings to each other. However you missed the race due to being ill from catching a stomach bug. Watching his face flash up on your phone made you smile. Hitting answer on FaceTime you propped yourself up in bed.

“How you feeling?” He asked as he wandered around the garage.

“Like shit.” You whined, sipping your drink. “Wish I could be trackside.”

“You need to rest,” he nodded, coming to a stop with the flash of red from his car visible on the screen.

“You are just as bad as my Dad, I’ve stopped puking now.” You shrugged, as a yawn escaped your lips.

“But you haven’t been sleeping so I’m with your dad on this one, you need to catch up on sleep, let your body recover.”

“Urgh fine.” You huffed with a smile on your face. “You better win this race though.”

“Only if you promise me you will sleep.” He hummed.

“Okay, okay I will take a nap now but you better let me know your position as soon as you finish qualifying.” You whispered, feeling your eyes getting heavier as you spoke.

“Of course, I don’t want you finding out any other way.” He winked, lifting the camera up to give you a view of him and the car. “Now get some sleep.”

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one #formula one x reader #formula one imagine

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if-you-feel-lonely · 2 years

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hi love! i am a fellow jack manifold enjoyer and there's like no content for him (😭) is there any way you could write friends to lovers hcs for him? like about the friendship and how cc!jack fell for reader and all that (im a sucker for friends to lovers and also for jack manifold). maybe they stream together sometimes and all that?

FELLOW MANIFOLD ENJOYER 🛐🛐🛐🛐

there really isn't a lot of content for our beloved bald man </3 but on the up side, today I've been stressing myself out a lot and this is helping me calm down :D

TW: Swearing

I got a bit excited :,D

Friends To Lovers with Jack Manifold

You met when you both started streaming, becoming friends due to you both being small content creators

You guys just... clicked. like when you meet a new person that you can talk to like you've known each other for years

When he blew up, you started doing quite well, too

It became an unspoken thing between you guys to shamelessly promote each other's channels

Chat loves it, your friendship is superior

It took a while for him to come to terms with his feelings

For a while he told himself "no, they're just a really good friend" "no, we're just close"

Bullshit :D

He hated that he had these feelings. He loved your friendship and couldn't stand the thought of messing that up

After he realised, things became different

If you lived nearby, you guys would probably go on walks together, bc going on walks with the homies hits different

Before, it was quiet, but comfortable quiet

But now? It was awkward, like you were strangers

After a while, you started picking up on it, so you confronted him.

"Right, if there's something wrong, just say it. I'm not going to sit here and look at you moping all the time. If you don't want to spend this much time together, just come out and say it."

It kind of unravelled from there...

He told you everything about how he didn't want to mess up your friendship or make you uncomfortable

Poor man went :0 when you told him you feel the same way

"*insert shocked pikachu face*"

Not many people notice the difference in your relationship, you both act just as you did before

Tommy goes 🤨📸 when he sees you kiss

"OH MY GOD IT'S LIKE YOU GUYS ARE DATING." "we are." "... what? 😰"

What a fool

Niki thinks your relationship is adorable

Tommy is absolutely disgusted by the very prospect of two of his best friends dating

Wilbur is obviously happy for you both, but makes jokes about Jack paying you to date him

Whilst in vc with Phil, Jack constantly says things like "Phil, me and Y/N are like you and your wife, but better because we're not old"

Definitely involved in Quackity's couple's therapy

By the end of that, you two could hear each other through the walls in the house

"YOU LOVE MY BALDNESS." "JACK, I CAN HEAR YOU WITHOUT MY HEADPHONES." "DIDN'T ASK."

... Yeah.

MCC is always a thrill

If you're against each other, it's ridiculously competitive

In Dodgebolt, if he kills you, all you can hear on his stream is "JACK, I WANT TO BREAK UP."

MCC on the same team is even worse, though.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking incompetent." "No more than you, I've seen you trying to cook, dickhead."

If you're on the Dream SMP, things are deep

You both fought for L'manberg but went unrecognised

From there, your relationship became a canon part of the lore

It also became lore that it's not a good relationship - your characters fight and shout at each other a lot

It's made explicitly clear that this isn't a reflection of your real relationship - you shout at each other, but it's from across the house asking what you want for dinner or if you feel like going to the park

The majority of the lore between the two of you is angsty as FUCK

Chat rlly says "how dare you, i love it"

On stream, he tries not to be too touchy or affectionate

He thinks people will be invasive or intrusive into your relationship, so he keeps it all off camera

Off stream though? Perfect man.

You two sit on the living room floor with blankets and cushions all over the room, chilling and watching whatever's on TV

At Christmas, you watch all the shit-but-good christmas films

Occasionally, when Josh or Tommy come round, they take pictures of you two, usually captioned something like "disgusting." or "guys they're making me uncomfortable with their love"

All in all, bald man is boyfriend material

#dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #jack manifold #jack manifold x reader #mcyt jack manifold #dsmp jack manifold #dream smp jack manifold #cc!jack manifold x reader #cc!jack manifold #jack manifold hcs #dsmp headcanons #mcyt headcanons #dream smp headcanons #lonely writes #lonely asks

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papytonpropaganda · 2 months

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Hello! So, I've been really bored recently, and have been in full Walls brainrot mode again, so I wrote this little... i don't know what I'd call it... a fanfic of Walls? A fanfic of a fanfic? Basically, I took what I know about Walls and wrote a little paragraph or two of how the ending could (and almost certainly will not) go. If you have any problems with people doing this, please feel free to tell me! I don't mean to be rude or try to steal your work, and I'm not going to publish this anywhere, I'm just writing it for fun lol- sorry if you're not comfortable with that!

Anyway, here it is, because I really wanted to share it with you.

TW FOR SU!CIDE AND DRUGS

***

Papyrus sat in the hospital bed, Mettaton standing next to him, the two of them holding coffees in their hands. The two of them smiled awkwardly at each other, an orange blush spreading across the skeleton’s face, and was he hallucinating, or was the robot’s face slightly pink?

“So, what did you want to tell me?” Mettaton asked him, finally breaking the thick, stiff silence.

“I-” Papyrus hunched over in embarrassment as he tried to get the (metaphorical) guts to say it. Rubbing his arms awkwardly, he took a deep breath. “So… Mettaton, I- I just want to say that I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” he began. “I just- you’re such a kind, lovely person, and I- I like everything about you.”

Mettaton looked worried. “Papyrus, this isn’t a goodbye, is i-”

The skeleton cut him off. “Mettaton. Just listen to me.” His soul began to burn brighter. “I wish I could do more for you, I really do- I wish I could give you bunches of flowers and gifts and clothes and cars, and I wish I could be a better person for you, but this is all I can do, so I’m going to do it.” He took one last deep breath before saying the words he’d wanted to say for such a long time. “Mettaton, I love you. I love you with so much of my soul that none is left.”

Mettaton’s mouth fell wide open, the cup of coffee he was holding shattering onto the floor. “I-” He took a step back, and another, and another, to the door.

Papyrus’s eye sockets widened. “Mettaton?...”

Mettaton stepped out the door and ran.

***

Papyrus was being discharged from the hospital in around a week. He sat there, skull buried in the blankets and knees up to hide his face. Sans, Grillby and Toriel had come to visit there, but Papyrus said nothing.

“Papyrus, you must talk to us! We cannot do anything if you do not speak. Please, let us help you,” Toriel waved her huge paws around, speaking with an anxiety-ridden voice.

Sans’s smile was almost gone as he walked up and put a hand on the taller skeleton’s shoulder. “Russ, please, you gotta wake up. We know you’re awake.”

Grillby, despite not being that close to Papyrus, had come with Sans, and signed at Papyrus although he knew he wouldn’t be able to see. Please talk to us.

Papyrus simply shook his head an inch to each side and resumed his silence.

***

Once the three older monsters had gone and the sun had set in the sky, Papyrus stepped out of the bed and walked down the corridor. There were a few doctors around, but they just assumed Papyrus was a patient taking a walk - and they weren’t wrong. In truth, he was a patient, and he was taking a walk. But he had something more to do.

The door to the medical supplies was unlocked, as usual. The doctor who had her shift around this time was new and always forgot to lock it. Nobody had realised except Papyrus, who was now slipping into the cupboard in silence, taking a small jar of some of the medicine.

And another jar.

And another.

***

“Fuck!” Undyne slapped her forehead

“Is there still time to visit Papyrus? I forgot my bag at the hospital…” she mumbled to herself whilst messaging those words to Toriel.

“I should think so, but I cannot come with you! Apologies, I and QC are busy shopping,” Toriel responded over text, typing slowly with her big paws. “But I should think if you run, you should get there before visiting time is over!”

Undyne took a deep breath and sprinted to the hospital, managing to get there within enough time. She slammed open the doors and ran into Papyrus’s room just in time.

He wasn’t there.

“Papyrus?” She called out, but there was no answer. Assuming he had gone for a walk around the hospital, she nodded to herself, happy he was up and moving again, and took her bag and left.

It would be nice to walk back through the forest near the beach, Undyne thought. Around this time of year, it was dark enough for only a few people to be there, but early enough that it was still warm and the birds were still singing. So she went back through the forest, feeling an odd sense of serenity wash over her. Flowers to the left, grass in front, sea behind… and trees on her right, dappled lighting falling through the leaves, and birds singing in a bush just behind them. Stepping nearer to the trees, she noticed a figure hidden in the bush - clothed in a pale blue and white gown. Confused at why someone was in it, she went to check.

There was something - no, someone - there. Covered in dirt, hospital gown on. Limbs - or were they limbs? No, bones - splaying everywhere.

Papyrus.

Her eyes widened in horror as she grabbed him, shaking him hard.

“Papyrus. PAPYRUS!” she screamed.

***

Mettaton, trying to clear his head, took a walk through the forest too, using the birdsong as a method to calm him down. Well, he would have been, if he hadn’t gotten a call from Devon. He smiled at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, listening to him talk on about his day at work and ignoring the nasty feeling in his throat. And the world did seem to be against him today, because he would have been able to talk to him a lot longer if he hadn’t encountered Undyne, tears running down her face and a death grip on his arm. He used his other arm to turn off the call and put it in his pocket hastily.

“Ow, fuck, Undyne! What’s wrong?” He rubbed his arm and scowled at her. Undyne wasn’t having it, hiccuping and wiping her eyes.

“I- It’s Papyrus. He’s- he’s-” She shook her head and yanked Mettaton over to where Papyrus was lying. The pit in the robot’s stomach grew.

“Papyrus? Papyrus. No, Papyrus,” his eyes widened in horror as he ran over to the skeleton’s limp body and shook him. “Papyrus, wake up. WAKE UP!” he screamed. Undyne rushed away to see if there was anybody that could help them. “P-Papyrus,” he sobbed, tears pouring down his face as he clutched at the skeleton’s gown and wailed. “Papyrus, please… I love you too, Papyrus. Papyrus, don’t go, please…” This was his fault. It was all his fault. If he had just told the skeleton sooner…

He took out his phone to make a call to the ambulance, and saw that his phone was on the ‘Recent Calls’ page. He stared at it, speechless, the pit in his stomach growing by the second.

It read, ‘Devon: last called - 5 seconds ago’.

***

Please do tell if you're not comfortable with this! Again, I'm very sorry if you are - anyway, I hope you liked this little thing! It's not fantastic, since I haven't had a lot of practice at writing, but I hope it's good enough. Have a good day! :3

OH MY GOD EVERYONE IT JUST HAPPENED I JUST WON EVERYTHING

anon you are the FIRST person I know (or remember at least) who wrote fanfic for Walls which is the DREAM. dude I know very few fanfic authors who wouldn't be honored to receive a fanfic of THEIR fanfic of this caliber in their inbox. this is INCREDIBLE thank you.

I honestly don't mind if you did post it on like AO3 or something, I believe AO3 even has an option to mark the fic as "being inspired by another work" or something like that. I do not see this as "stealing" from me at all, you don't know how amazing it feels to have inspired someone else to write about my story.

you are correct in that what you've written was not what I had planned (in fact the ending of the original was far, FAR off from where we left off). but it definitely invokes the kind of feeling I go for for the angst in Walls and it's a nice little continuation of the point where I decided the whole thing needed a revamp. I'd actually really like to see how your version ends!

thanks so much again, you don't know how much this means to me.

#long post #suicide #drugs #the walls around our hearts #anonymous #thank you for asking!

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bigwishes · 2 years

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Hey man! Noticed you grant wishes and I can't miss a chance like that ;) recently started working out myself, but I really wanna shock those around me. I wanna surprise them by suddenly becoming just a total gorgeous mass monster! I would love to see the awe I their faces once they see me as a giant arrogant jock, bigger than they could ever imagine.

Would appreciate it a lot! If you've got the time for it ofc ;)

Sounds to me you want some spontaneous growth. so spontaneous growth is what you'll receive.

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After typing your wish you walk to the showers in the gym, hoping your wish would come true. You could imagine the look on everyone's face as your ideal self flexed, how amazed people would be by you.. if only it would happen.

You stick your head under the hot water, most people had gone home so you could spend as long as you want under the warm, calming water. Your muscles felt tense, probably from your work out but normally the water would have loosened you up by now. You began lightly stretching under the water, hoping that your body would relax and loosen up, but you had no idea what was starting to happen to you, as the tense muscle began to grow in size.

Your body began to grow heavy as more and more mass began to pile on your slender frame. It wasn't long before you noticed. You had no idea what was happening but you were loving it. Muscle being pumped with more and more size with every passing second. You reached down in to your raging dick and began to pleasure yourself. With every tug it felt like more mass was being sent around your body until it felt like you couldn't get any bigger. Your dick violently shot ropes of cum all over the shower wall and you took a moment to flex and enjoy your new size.

The wish you asked for fucking came true! and you were so fucking hot, so big, so ready to take the new you out for a spin. But something was wrong, your body didn't quite feel right as you felt it strain. A wave of pain washed over you as your muscles audibly groaned and stretched. You were being grown beyond your natural limit. Most guys who use roids for this never feel the pain as the growth is slow enough for the body to adapt. But for you it felt like you were being torn apart. The only thing stopping you from splitting apart was the magic of your wish.

You thought the pain would never end. You turned off the water and stumbled out of the shower, struggling to catch your breath as the growth began to subside. Looking in the mirror you were amazed as what you saw staring back at you wasn't you, but a roided out muscle freak.

You couldn't believe it. You got what you wanted. your muscle creaked and groaned with every movement as your body was slowly adjusting to the new size. Nothing you brought in with you fit, nothing but some underwear, which now was tight and felt like hell as it crushed your dick. You had to get some new clothes, but not before trying out this new monster body in the gym. Surely another quick workout wouldn't hurt, just to see what your new max was. You could always take another shower after.

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A couple hours had past and you were a sweating mess, you stunk and your skin was unbearably oily. Guess the downside to being so big means you make a lot more sweat, but you were okay with it. A great trade to be this massive. You flexed your new size to the mirror and the few other still in the gym this late. You loved how tiny you underwear looked on the new you and you can't wait buy a new set of clothes to show off every inch of your body. It was time to quit, for today at least. Winding down you began to head for the showers again.

But, I wonder how long it's going to take you to realise your wish wasn't a one and done, no pal. You want to shock those around you and whilst you may not have tonight you sure will in the future, every shower you take will trigger another spontaneous, monstrous growth, just a few seconds under that water and your body will take off. You think you're big now, ha, you're a tiny twink compared to what you'll eventually become.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #male tf #tf story #gay transformation

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silvfyre-writings · 4 months

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I'm not crushing, yes you are (BSD Fanfic)

I bring, the final fic of my hoard because I can't resist myself so yeah, here you all go, some more Bramran!!!

Nothing but softness and cuteness here!

Enjoy!!!

Ranpo was crushing, and crushing hard.

The world had almost ended, and everyone at the Agency—including himself—had been injured in some way, shape, or form, and here he was, crushing on the enemy.

Well, former enemy, really, since in the end, Bram had helped them to win.

Not that that changed the way that the rest of Agency often stared at Bram like he was going to come for them in his sleep, a natural reaction considering everything that’d happened, but it was a stupid one all the same. As if Ranpo would just allow anyone to set foot into the Agency after everything—not that he’d really had a choice in the beginning, what with him taking an unexpected nap after the adrenaline had worn off, so he’d woken up to his newest ally sitting beside his bed with his head against his chest as he slept, and the friend that had allowed him to even have the time and space to plan to begin with, on the other.

That’d certainly been quite a sight to wake up to, but the moment that Poe had realised he was awake, he’d pulled Ranpo into his arms, muttering something about being glad that he’d survived and that his plan had worked, whilst also muttering apologies about needing to leave him to go and see how Fitzgerald was doing. Ranpo had been far too stunned at the display of affection to do anything other than nod—although he did recall that Fitzgerald had almost been killed in the chaos, so he couldn’t fault Poe for wanting to leave—since his mind still slow from waking up after sleeping for four days straight, and soon enough, it was just him and Bram left in the room.

Well, them and the several other occupants of Yosano’s infirmary, but Ranpo wasn’t focused on them in the slightest.

No, he was far too focused on the very attractive ability user—was it wrong to call Bram a vampire, if his ability turned people into vampires?—sitting by his bedside like he was a dying lover, which was a bit dramatic to say, and Ranpo wholeheartedly blamed the concussion for those thoughts to even be considered. Especially the part where he apparently thought Bram attractive.

It wasn’t like Ranpo had never experienced a crush before in his life, because he had, for a variety of reasons, whether it be attraction or appreciation, or some other reason. Emotions were complicated after all, and Ranpo often didn’t bother with trying to decipher them. Sometimes he looked at a person and thought them good looking—the guy from a rainy day over four years ago—and others he liked because he could get reactions from them that pleased him greatly; said reactions often varied from him getting punched—Minoura—to becoming tangled in someone’s sheets—also Minoura.

And then there was that one crush of appreciation that’d been Poe, because as one of the only people to be able to keep up with him intellectually, how could he not appreciate the man? Not that he’d ever acted on that crush or made it known, because first of all, Poe was nothing more than a friend, and second of all, the writer was already in a committed relationship with his boss, it was as simple as that.

So, yes, Ranpo was familiar with the feelings that came with a crush, and the worst part of having a crush on Bram of all people, was that the man was about as forthcoming with his thoughts as a rock—Ranpo truly felt like he’d been shouting at a wall when he’d been passionately negotiating with Bram—and that he was also as single as they came.

A terrible combination when combined with being attractive, really.

Ranpo had continued to watch Bram for a while, just studying the other now that he had the time to actually do so. Bram was slouching in the chair, his position causing his coat to ride up and hide the lower part of his face from view—not that Ranpo could see considering Bram’s head was currently pointed towards the ground in the first place. He was pale, and the scars on his cheeks stood out against the skin; Ranpo was sure that there was some kind of story, perhaps even a mystery, to those scars, and he wanted to unravel it. There were also the marks underneath Bram’s eyes that did nothing but make Bram even more attractive, and that was when Ranpo had to turn away, lest his feelings and thoughts became obvious to whoever it was that was about to walk into the room. And since Bram was sleeping, and still would be for some time, Ranpo thought it best that he do the same.

Maybe he was still tired, and that was why his thoughts had strayed down this path. Maybe they would go away if he just slept and ignored them.

Just maybe.

Unfortunately for Ranpo, after being cleared by Yosano to return to work, and finally leaving the infirmary behind after a week of bedrest, the feelings were there; in fact, they were almost stronger than before, and it absolutely did not help that Bram took to hanging around the office, not really doing anything other than entertain Aya, who had also turned to hanging around the office—more specifically, Kunikida—and to also sleep on one of the Agency couches.

Honestly, Ranpo was just a little impressed by how much Bram seemed to sleep, it was almost as if he were a cat.

Because right now, it was the middle of the day, and from his desk, Ranpo could see Bram, curled up on the couch, and asleep. And all he could think about was joining him there. Which was annoying, because he was supposed to be working—not that he could work much right now anyway—paperwork was more Kunikida’s thing, not his.

“You’re thinking hard.” Yosano’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see her watching him with a faintly concerned look—she always wore such a look these days. “Hand. Is everything alright?”

Ranpo lifted his injured hand, and watched as Yosano began to unravel the bandages, waiting until they had dropped onto his desk to answer her question. “Everything’s fine. Just observing our newest decorative piece.”

Yosano’s eyes flitted over towards Bram, and he cursed her in that moment for understanding him so well, cursing her even more when her lips twitched into a knowing smile as she returned to checking his hand. “You certainly seem to have a type, that’s for sure.”

“I do not.”

“Tall? Dark? Mysterious? I can name so many people that have fallen under those categories, so don’t try and fool me into believing you don’t have a crush on someone that hits all three.”

There was nothing that he could say to that that wouldn’t just shove him straight into the hole that Yosano was digging underneath him, not that he needed to say anything because her laughter and his burning cheeks said more than words ever could. Really, he did hate how easily Yosano could read him; it made keeping his conflicted feelings from her all the more harder. Ranpo let out a huff. “I’m not crushing on him.”

“I’ll believe that when you stop staring at him like he’s going to disappear.” Yosano shrugged, returning her attention to his hand, prodding the slowly healing wound and watching Ranpo’s reaction to it, and after she’d satisfied herself, wrapped it in fresh bandages. “And before you even try to say you’re not, you are, it’s starting to become kind of obvious, so why don’t you just talk to him?”

Another huff. “I don’t know how to.”

“You’re telling me you can sweet talk people into your bed—”

“Please don’t word it like that.”

“—but you can’t go up to them and say hello?” Yosano continued, raising a brow in a very much unimpressed way that did nothing but make Ranpo turn away from his oldest friend, and mutter something under his breath. “What was that?”

Ranpo sighed and turned back to face her. “I said, that it’s a lot easier when your dick is involved.”

“You’re impossible sometimes. But I suppose we’d have you no other way.” Yosano reached out to ruffle his hair through his hat, ignoring his disgruntled groans of protest. Ranpo slapped her hands away, fixing up his hat where it had slipped down his face; Yosano just smiled. “Just take him with you next time you go and buy sweets or something. But I’d do something fast before Dazai notices and starts trying to play matchmaker again.”

Ranpo shuddered at the thought of Dazai trying to talk to Bram on his behalf, and was left with a terrible, coiling sensation in his gut. Jealousy, an ugly emotion that Ranpo wanted nothing to do with, yet couldn’t help but feel, because try as he might to deny it to his friends, he was crushing, and crushing bad. And since this feeling wasn’t going anywhere until he did something about it, he decided to take Yosano’s suggestion seriously; for once. “I’m going to get sweets.”

“Good luck.” Yosano waved as she disappeared back into the infirmary, and the few co-workers that had overheard her—not Dazai thankfully, because he and Kunikida were currently out on a case together with Atsushi—looked towards him quizzically. He narrowed his eyes at them, satisfied when they met his gaze, jumped, and jumped right back into their work.

Ranpo waited until they were completely focused before he stood and crept over towards the couches; he wasn’t sure if Bram was a light sleeper or not, and he was kind of holding out on him not being one, so he kept his steps light until he was standing over Bram’s head, staring down at the sleeping man’s face, studying how smooth it was, even in sleep. Not that Bram’s face was anything but, since he never seemed to wear kind of emotion other than a deadpan, making him very hard to read at times—and Ranpo prided himself on being able to read the people around him.

Of course, there were a persons eyes, but Brams eyes were as emotionless as his face and said eyes were currently staring right at him—wait a minute, staring? Ranpo blinked once, staring down at Bram in the same way that he was staring up. Neither of them said anything, not that Ranpo really knew what to say in the first place, not when his heart started to pound inside of his chest, threatening to escape. Was it too late for Ranpo to throw himself out the window and pretend he hadn’t just been watching someone sleep?

Apparently so, because Bram chose then to speak. “What do you want?”

“Who says I want anything?”

“Because I’m sure you don’t just stare at people while they sleep. Unless you do, then I might be inclined to call you a little strange.” Bram said before letting out a massive yawn—and boy, didn’t the sight of those fangs make Ranpo’s already pounding heart, pound even faster—before he sat up, and stretched.

Yeah, he had it bad this time.

Ranpo shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m out of snacks, and no one else can take me to get more. So that’s your job now.”

Bram’s eyes narrowed a little, and only just a little, in annoyance. “My job? I don’t think so.”

“Wow, aren’t you cruel, letting the one who lets you sleep and laze about here starve because he ran out of snacks.” Ranpo threw himself over the arm of the couch, landing where Bram’s head had been resting earlier, his hair brushing the others thigh. The close proximity did nothing for his heart either, yet getting up now just wasn’t something that he wanted to do. Which was fine, because sitting here, like this, was actually quite nice.

At least, it was until Bram decided to pat Ranpo’s hair.

“They told me you were bad with directions; I did not think it was true.” Bram’s gaze looked towards the main area before his eyes flitted back to focus on Ranpo. “If you really need snacks that bad, I can take you, but later. First, you must rest.”

Ranpo blinked, and then blinked again. Where did that come from? “And why must I rest?”

“That doctor of yours was talking to you before, and then you came over here to where I was resting, so I gathered that she had told you to take a break.”

“That’s not—” Ranpo started, with the intention of clearing up the obvious misunderstanding, because he most certainly didn’t need to rest—Bram had literally been there when he’d been given the all clear to go back to work—but then he looked into the other mans eyes; eyes that so openly believed that what he’d observed was the truth, that Ranpo just sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m taking a break. Is that so bad of me to do? It’s hard work being a genius detective after all!”

The hand in his hair moved from petting to stroking, and Ranpo was forced to bite back a noise at how good it felt. For as long as he’d been alive, he’d been a sucker for his hair being played with, and many times he’d been likened to a cat by those who were privileged enough to be allowed to even touch his hair. Which of course meant that Bram was one of those people, not that the man knew it… yet.

Maybe when he woke up, he’d mention it, or he’d conveniently forget about it and these feelings of his.

Maybe…

Ranpo became aware at some point, realizing in just a second that he was no longer on the couch, and that he was being carried on someone’s back. Not Fukuzawa’s, it was too narrow, although he could hear his former guardian speaking quietly close by. An occasional hum that Ranpo could feel right in his ear would sound after each of Fukuzawa’s sentences, and the sound was familiar, although his brain was still working far too slow for him to deduce who it was that was carrying him.

But whoever it was that was carrying him was warm and strong, and Ranpo felt comfortable being where he was, enough that he shifted closer and allowed himself to drift off a little; he didn’t fall asleep entirely, because his curiosity was piqued, and he could never sleep when his mind started thinking like it did, so he just listened to words he was too tired to understand.

The last thing he remembered was being placed back into his own bed, and being tucked under the covers.

When Ranpo woke the next morning, he blinked, taking a moment to question how he’d gotten from the Agency couch to his bed, having forgotten that brief moment when he’d woken. He sat up, and blinked again when a coat that very much did not belong to him, fell off his shoulders. The coat was black, heavy, and warm—everything that Ranpo enjoyed in clothes that didn’t belong to him, although he was confused as to who the coat belonged to. It was familiar somehow, yet he couldn’t quite place where he recognised it from. Perhaps Fukuzawa would know. Ranpo crawled from his bed and bundled the coat into his arms before leaving his room behind, following the smell of cooking to the kitchen where Fukuzawa stood, cooking.

Even after years of being an adult, and for the most part, independent, Ranpo had never really considered the idea of moving into his own place. He had thought about it once or twice, after Yosano had moved out to be on her own, but never followed through with anything more. It was just easier for him to stay somewhere familiar, with someone that understood him and his habits, and Fukuzawa had never complained or tried to push him into leaving—if anything, he’d just given Ranpo a few more responsibilities and chores to do.

Which, for the most part, Ranpo did, so long as it meant he didn’t have to cook. He’d rather not burn the kitchen down, or poison someone after all, mainly himself.

“Morning, President.” Ranpo chirped, entering the room to slide into one of the chairs at the dining table.

“Good morning, Ranpo.” Fukuzawa looked over his shoulder, eyes immediately falling to the coat that he was holding. “Ah yes, Bram said you are more than welcome to return his coat when you next see each other.”

Ranpo blinked. The coat was Bram’s? How had that happened. The last thing Ranpo remembered was falling asleep on the Agency couch… the Agency couch that Bram had also been sitting on when he had fallen asleep. As Ranpo realised that, memories of the walk back trickled back, and he flushed a furious red as he recalled that Bram had been the one to carry him back home—he refused to believe that he’d been put to bed by the other man, instead choosing to believe that it’d been Fukuzawa to do so.

But then Fukuzawa chuckled, and any hope Ranpo had of his preferred option vanished, embarrassment taking over. Fukuzawa slid a plate of pancakes in front of him. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen that kind of expression on your face.”

“What expression?” Ranpo choked, not expecting Fukuzawa to say that of all things.

“That expression.” Fukuzawa sat opposite him with his own breakfast, a knowing, yet curious expression on his face. “Your ‘I have a crush’ face.”

Ranpo felt his face burn even more, which he hadn’t thought possible. He was starting to wish he’d never gotten out of bed that morning. “I do not have a face.”

Fukuzawa hummed, and smiled to himself.

“I don’t, okay?” Ranpo said again, sulking just a little. Why was everyone so annoying once they realised that he had a crush? Not that he was admitting that he did, because he didn’t, but the moment that they all thought he did, they were all in his business. It was annoying, and did nothing but frustrate him.

“I won’t press.” Fukuzawa said softly, as if he could sense Ranpo’s rapidly declining mood. “But if you do wish to pursue those feelings of yours, you won’t have any complaints from me. Bram is a very nice man.”

“Did you two bond on the walk home, then?” Ranpo shovelled the rest of his breakfast into his mouth, only glaring at the table a little.

Another hum from the older man. “We spoke, yes. Speaking of that—” Oh no. “—are you alright?”

Ranpo glared at his now empty plate. “Everything’s fine.”

“You slept the rest of your shift, and heavily too. I wasn’t able to wake you.” Fukuzawa said. “You wouldn’t let go of Bram either, so he offered to carry you so you could keep sleeping.”

Ranpo let his head thud against the table, not even attempting to hide his embarrassment this time. “Just put me out of my misery already.”

He listened as Fukuzawa stood, not saying anything until there were fingers running through his hair soothingly. “As embarrassed as you might feel right now, my advice to you is to just follow your heart, Ranpo. It might lead you to something good.”

Yeah, but what if it leads me to something bad, instead?

As it turned out, Bram wasn’t far; in fact, the vampire—Ranpo had decided by himself, that it was okay to call the other as such—was staying at the Agency dorms, sharing a dorm with that girl who migrated between Bram and Kunikida. Apparently, Bram had been staying there since the fight at the airport ended, aside from the days he’d spent by Ranpo’s bedside, and yet somehow, Ranpo had been completely unaware. A first for him, really, considering not much managed to slip by him in the first place, not that that mattered when he had to slink up the stairs to the dorms, Bram’s coat in hand, and Atsushi and Kunikida watching him after they paused their sparring session.

Yeah, like that wasn’t annoying.

Ranpo ignored them though as he finished climbing the stairs; didn’t even acknowledge them with a look as he walked down towards the room that Bram was staying in, and opened the door without knocking. Because Ranpo was a master detective, and didn’t need to knock. He walked into the dorm, noting quickly that it looked the same as the rest of them—one bedroom, one bathroom, and a living space—before he focused on trying to find Bram.

Which wasn’t hard to do, considering the man was sitting on the couch, staring at him whilst he ate some noodles—most likely the ramen from the store just down the street. Ranpo huffed and strode over, barely giving Bram enough time to shift over before he was throwing himself onto the couch as well. “You made me fall asleep.”

Bram didn’t respond until he’d finished chewing, and Ranpo couldn’t deny that he was staring at the other’s throat as he swallowed. “I did not make you do anything. You are the one that lay down and then fell asleep.”

“You were stroking my hair.”

“You did not complain.” Bram shrugged, and ate some more noodles. “Besides, you needed the rest anyway.”

Ranpo huffed, and drew his knees to his chest, the fur of Bram’s coat tickling his nose. “All I’ve done is rest—”

“No, all you’ve done is stress.” Bram interrupted, and then offered Ranpo the bowl without making eye contact. Ranpo didn’t say anything as he took the bowl into his hands and began to eat even though he’d just finished breakfast. He listened as Bram continued. “I kept watch over you and when you weren’t sleeping, you were stressing. Yesterday was the first day that you properly rested.”

Well at least Bram was admitting that he’d been keeping watch, but then again, in the short time they’d been in each other’s presence, Ranpo had easily deduced that Bram was the kind of person to be straightforward. A little roundabout with his speech patterns, but ultimately he’d speak his mind regardless of what the topic was, which was something that Ranpo could appreciate considering he was pretty much the same kind of person. But in this situation, it meant he could ask questions and get the actual answer instead of having to try and read between the lines of what someone was trying to tell him. He placed the bowl on the ground and turned to give Bram his attention.

“Why did you carry me home?”

Bram looked towards the ceiling, thoughtful. “You shifted in your sleep and latched onto my coat. You wouldn’t let go when Fukuzawa came to collect you, so I carried you. It was easier.”

“Why, though?” Ranpo pressed. He wanted to know why Bram hadn’t just pried his fingers from his coat and let Fukuzawa take him. Anyone else would’ve.

“You’re sleeping face is adorable.” Bram said, as if it was just a casual thing to admit, and before Ranpo could even think of a response, Bram went on. “I’ve been alive on this earth for some time now, so you should stop stressing so much about having a crush and finding me attractive.”

Ranpo choked on the words he’d been forming, face turning bright red like it had earlier that morning with Fukuzawa. “H—how—?”

Bram shrugged. “You learn after the first century or so what a crushing person looks like, and you are not subtle. I could feel you staring yesterday.”

Any words that Ranpo thought about speaking, flew from his mind immediately at Bram’s words. This must be how teenagers felt when their high school sweetheart admitted to knowing about their feelings the entire time. Not that Ranpo would actually know, since he’d never finished school—not in the way that normal children went to school and graduated of course. Fukuzawa had tried of course, but Ranpo had thrown a fit after the first week, so instead, Ranpo had finished his high school years with the help of online courses.

So maybe that was why Ranpo was experiencing such a situation now of all times.

The world had seen him almost die to try and save what he loved the most, and decided to give him a chance to catch up on all those things he’d missed out on after his parents had died.

Finally, he managed to get his mouth to work. “So what if I have a crush? It’ll pass eventually.”

“That may be.” Suddenly Bram’s face was right in front of Ranpo’s, with the smallest of gaps between them. “But I’m hoping it doesn’t.”

And then Bram’s lips were against his own, but not for nearly long enough. It was quick, and soft, nothing more than to show a point, but even so, Ranpo was left reeling because he hadn’t expected it. He cursed Bram for being so hard to read as he dragged the taller back in for a longer kiss. At least now, he didn’t have to try and hide those annoying feelings anymore—he had to wonder if Yosano and Fukuzawa had known something like this would happen and played their cards in such a way to help it happen. Not that they’d tell him if he asked of course.

The second kiss was still far too short for Ranpo’s liking, but with the way that Bram was looking at him like he wanted to devour him, he was sure that there would be more to come.

And he was going to welcome it.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND BTS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Jeon Jungkook

A ⇴ ATTENTION

Whenever you were with Jungkook, you knew that you had his attention. He was attentive and interested in you which meant that he was favouring you most of the time no matter who else you were with.

B ⇴ BICKER

The two of you seemed to bicker just about every single time that you were together. It mainly stemmed from the fact that you loved to just tease each other and wind each other up, and when one of you said something, the other couldn’t help but retaliate, usually leading to a bit of back and forth between you both.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He didn’t worry about anything other than you when Jungkook knew that you needed comforting. He would be by your side almost straight away, trying his best to figure out the right things to do to help you out. Even if he wasn’t always right, he would still make sure that you knew that you weren’t alone.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Together you were pretty good at working through disagreements, so they never really amounted to too much. Most of the time they were over pretty petty things anyway that friends loved to argue over, such as where you’d go on your day off or whose house you would stay at. You would usually end up flipping a coin to solve the drama so that the two of you could carry on and stop being stubborn together.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

The beginnings of your friendship were pretty much the same as they were now, the two of you seemed to be side by side ever since you first met. Neither of you could pinpoint what it was about the other person that made you get on so well, but whatever it was, you were glad that you had found it in each other.

F ⇴ FAMILY

His family adored you and how well you got along with Jungkook. All they wanted for him was to surround himself with people that made him happy, and with you, they definitely got to see the smile on his face. Jungkook’s family took a great deal of interest in you, especially when he was away from home, inviting you round to various family events so that you didn’t feel as if you were alone waiting for him.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Neither of you cared what you did when you got together, you just enjoyed spending time with each other. You knew that if you went out in public to meet up that Jungkook would keep an eye on things for you so you never had any reason to worry that something might go wrong whilst you were out and about.

H ⇴ HABITS

You had a habit of texting each other when you picked up your phones without even realising that you were doing it. It was almost instinct quite a lot of the time, especially for Jungkook, to just go to your contact when he opened up his social medias as it was usually you that he wanted to get in contact with.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Together the two of you had plenty of inside jokes, Jungkook made you laugh so often it was impossible not to have your fair share. The majority of your inside jokes were usually at someone else’s expense, sometimes not even because of the two of you, but because of something you’d seen someone else do.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He definitely did get a little bit jealous if someone tried to steal his thunder. Jungkook would get particularly jealous if someone gave off the impression that they knew you better than he did. He liked to be the one to know the most about you as your best friend, so if someone showed off with a fact that they knew about you that perhaps Jungkook didn’t know, he’d come back with one of his own that was even better.

K ⇴ KICKS

Jungkook got a kick out of teasing you, he knew exactly where your buttons were and how he could push you. He never teased you too much, he knew exactly where the line was before he started to annoy you, but he couldn’t help himself from time to time but saying something when you messed up in front of him.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved that you were always there for him, even if he didn’t ask you to be there. You just always checked in on Jungkook and gave him the opportunity to talk to you if he wanted it if something was on his mind. The two of you knew each other very well which meant you could always tell when the other was fibbing too, so Jungkook made sure to never pretend around you if he wasn’t doing alright too.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you met when you were both trainees and you were placed into a class together for vocal training. The two of you were then partnered together, leaving you no choice but to ask each other questions and get chatting, which luckily ended up being the start of a very close friendship between you both.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He forgot about everything when he was with you, Jungkook really would just be himself when he was with you. He didn’t care and would often drag you into his nonsense too and allow you to be yourself as well.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jungkook was obsessed with your kindness and how amazing you were at looking out for him. Having you there and knowing that he could count on you were anything meant the world to Jungkook.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Little things like just getting a text from you often meant quite a lot to Jungkook. Knowing that you had taken the time to get in contact with him and see how he was getting on was always special to him, and especially when that one text led to the two of you arranging to do something and catch up together.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Although he was busy, Jungkook still made plenty of time for you. He took a great interest in you in fact and would often text at random parts of the day just to see how you are and check up on how you were feeling.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Every time that he went on tour, Jungkook would always make sure to bring you something back from as many cities as possible. He loved to bring you bits back to let you know that he had been thinking about you whilst he was on the road, giving you your own little collection of random bits around the world.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Despite having the support of everyone at work, Jungkook loved the support that you gave him because it felt like the support of home. When you supported him, you changed the subject which was always something that Jungkook was thankful for as it gave him a bit of a much-needed distraction for a while.

T ⇴ TRIPS

He loved to organise trips for the two of you so that he was able to dedicate time just for you. His phone would go off and just about every other person would be ignored so that Jungkook could relax with you.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

No one made him smile like you did, you were the ultimate friend because of the way that you made Jungkook feel with you.

V ⇴ VISITS

He loved to visit you when he had the time, if Jungkook had even just an hour then he would stop by and see how you were, even if he did sometimes end up just getting in the way of what you were doing.

W ⇴ WISDOM

Although he was young, he still was full of advice for you, even if it wasn’t always the right thing to say to you when you needed it.

X ⇴ XXXX

He wasn’t overly affectionate with you, however if Jungkook could tell that you needed a hug then he would be there to wrap his arms around you, he was perfect at being affectionate, but not too much.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his comfort, Jungkook loved to just spend time with you and feel like Jungkook with you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He loved to have you stay at the dorm with him and the boys, he never let anyone protest either, Jungkook would usually give you his room and if he needed to, then he’d be more and happy to take the sofa.

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royalbilliards · 1 year

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Now that you’re done, what are your thoughts on our fav failking Maruki?

So I’ve been sitting on this question a while. I didn’t know how to really express my opinions properly that weren’t in the usual comedic tone I pick up when I talk about the things I love, but I really wanted to answer this question wholeheartedly, so here we are!

Firstly, I need to get my actual thoughts about Persona 5 Royal out of the way, because I love this game. I truly and completely love this game, and it’s knocked BOTW out of the number one placement spot for my favourite game of all time. Everything from the characters, story, music, even the UI design have me absolutely floored, and I genuinely cannot think of a game I could say tops it for me. I listen to the soundtrack daily, and constantly think about the game when I can. I have so many complex thoughts about the game I could talk about here, but since this is just about my opinions on Maruki, I’ll keep those to myself.

Moving on, Maruki is, I feel, one of my favourite characters of all time. He’s so interesting and well-written, his motives make sense, and for the audience it’s sympathetic. We understand why he’s doing what he does, even if it’s wrong. He cares a lot about people, but he cares too much, and it’s his downfall. He wants to make everyone happy, and it’s just impossible. He can’t live knowing someone would be slightly upset. He worked for multiple years to create his perfect reality, presumably trying to figure out a way to help everyone he could, when the opportunity to help everyone landed right in his lap. This was the most important thing to him, and it’s admirable as it is stupid. The loss of that desire, the loss of that ability to help everyone he could, his failed reality and the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t succeed did a massive number on his mental state. Though, I feel as though he mostly survived on his need to help people rather than any positive mental state for a while. I mean, the second he loses that desire, loses years of work and watches as it crumbles and shatters around him, he fully gives up and tries to kill himself (something which Ren was in no way shape or form going to allow). His love for people is what drove him, and his love for people almost drove him to his death.

I feel like a lot of people misunderstand Maruki and what he was meant to represent, He's not one of those “rotten adults.'' He's a broken and hurt man who hadn’t been allowed to express his emotions, and suffered hit after hit (his studies being cut short, his lab being turned into a stadium, his fiancé having a mental breakdown and going catatonic) and tried to fight his emotions by helping other people instead of focusing oh himself. Hence him becoming a therapist and trying to help other people out with their problems as opposed to focusing on his own.

I’ve realised people tend to get angry at Maruki because he was a twist villain. They trusted him and he turned out to be the last boss of the game, and whilst this is understandable, it’s also fucking stupid to stay mad. Characters like this tend to get a lot of shit treatment and I’ve seen people complain multiple times about games having obvious villains, only to complain and get genuinely angry when a twist villain is revealed to be a character they got attached to or trusted. (An example of this is Volo from Legends: Arceus.) Maruki is very much one of these. People are allowed to feel how they want, however these communities of people are so loud, and it makes it hard to find accurate and earnest portrayals of the characters. Instead, what's more prevalent is an insane twisting of the truth people do to justify their anger, or portrayals present in order to have a “villain” for fan content. They do this without realising that the point is that anyone can mess up, and Maruki isn’t a villain for what he did.

To me, Maruki represents guilt and trying to catch an elusive “happy ending." The story of the game is riddled with tragedy and it mostly sticks to its guns about keeping these tragedies permanent. The characters wouldn’t be who they were without the sadness that’s befallen them. The reality Maruki tried to make (and what a lot of people who try to “fix” the canon of a story) made no sense for the characterisation of the characters or who they became as a person because the reasons were erased. There is no happy ending to Persona 5, there is no way to fix everything, and I feel a lot of people may have seen Maruki as an attack on this. It’s okay to feel sad about how something ended, but sometimes you just gotta accept it.

This has gotten pretty wordy, and it’s just a long winded way to say that my opinions on Maruki haven’t changed all that much, other than those 4 hours I spent on merciless trying to beat his fucking fight and getting more and more wound up each time I fucking failed. Anyways, the point is I love him, I love the game, and if anyone is meanies to him again I’ll fucking kill them all with my autism laser beams.

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