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bbrissonn · 5 months

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𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚

in which after going live with rutger on the umich insta account, your boyfriend comes home with new nickname

warnings: slight mention of sex at the end, not proofread

pairing: mark estapa x reader

your eyes slowly opened as a bunch of guys could be hear entering the house. you had fallen asleep shortly after mark left, leaving a little later than the others since he wasn't practicing. you knew they were having their turkey showdown today, so the boys who lived in the house would be extra agitated when they got back.

"dude, im being honest, gavo had the best technic to level the ice." you heard your boyfriend's voice as the group appeared in the doorway of the living room. "hi, babe." the boy added with a smile when his eyes landed on your frame. you yawned strongly, blinking multiple times as you pushed yourself up from your laying position before sending them a wave.

"how was your turkey thing?" you mumbled as all the boys, including some who didn't live here, settled down on the multiple couches. mark sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder, making you lean your head against his shoulder.

"you weren't on the live?" rutger asked, a frown on his face.

"do i look like i was on the live, rutger." you sassed, hinting at your appearance, and the fact that you had just woken up. your answer made a couple of the guys chuckle, including mark.

"you look like you got ran over." the nebraska native answered with a smirk, and soon a pillow flew his way.

"you look cute, baby." mark mumbled in your ear so only you could hear. you looked up at him, a shy smile on your face.

"papa estapa had a lot of fun." frank said from besides rutger, making all of the guys laugh once again. meanwhile, a look of confusion grew on your face as mark's face turned a bright shade of red.

"papa who now?"

"papa estapa." he repeated, only making all of them laugh even more.

"uhm... do i even wanna know?" you questioned, smiling awkwardly while mark avoided eye contact.

"you'd know if you were on the live."

"rutger, don't make me hit you." you warned him, already tired of the way he was acting.

"someone on the live commented that." mark answered your question, only making all of them laugh even harder.

"lots of girls like your papa estapa, y/n/n." rutger joked, and this time mark was able to stop you before throwing another pillow his way.

"you don't even live here!"

"papa estapa invited me." the blond boy said. he knew he was pushing your buttons, and that mark would give him hell for it the next, but he didn't care. he found the whole situation funny, especially since he was the one who found the comment, and your reaction was making it even better.

"whatever, im going to the bathroom." you mumbled harshly before standing up from your spot and exiting the living room. all of the boy's laughter died down when they saw the look on mark's face, who was staring straight into rutger's soul.

"didn't invite you over so you could be an asshole to my girlfriend, mcgroarty." mark said, his tone firm and strict. it wasn't until then that rutger realized how badly he has messed up. before he had the chance to say anything, mark was following in your footsteps.

when he made it up the stairs, he was the bathroom door wide open, while his was completely closed. he slowly approached it, knocking softly on it.

"baby, it's just me. can i come in?" the boy asked. when he heard you slur out a yes, he quietly entered the bedroom. you were laying in the middle of his bed, blankets thrown over your body so only your head was pecking out. "im sorry 'bout rut."

"don't be. i should've have lost my cool like that. they're all gonna think im a bitch now." you whispered as mark joined you under the warmth of the blankets. your head landed on his chest quickly as his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

"you're always a little grumpy when you wake up, especially if you get woken up. rutger knows that, he did it to himself." the room was silent after that, marks eyes slowly starting to close, while yours remained wide open.

"did someone actually call you papa estapa?" you asked, trying your best to hide your giggle. your question made mark's eyes fly open, chuckling lightly when he realized you were smiling against his chest.

"yeah."

"does she know you have a girlfriend?"

"baby, my insta account is pretty much a fan page of you at this point. im sure she knows."

"good. 'cause you're my papa estapa." you answered, pushing yourself off his chest and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

"is that so?" your boyfriend asked with a cocky smirk when the two of you pulled away.

"not in that way, weirdo."

"but i could be."

"im not calling you papa estapa while we're having sex, mark!"

#bri writes #mark estapa #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey #umich hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine

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jwirecs · 5 months

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RECOMMENDED SEVENTEEN FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Loud Leather & Loud Thoughts || @bitchlessdino💕💔✅💯

↳ Hard to maintain a good acquaintanceship if it started off on the wrong foot, but Wonwoo tries to do just that, no matter how much you resent him from childhood. Now reunited as adults, you’re questioning whether your negative impression of him has stuck since being away or have you grown up just enough to realize how much between the two you have changed?. (bitchlessdino aint gon be bitchless no longer cause honey, i will be on my knees for your fics. biker!wonwoo is my new guilty pleasure.)

Too Much || @hannieehaee🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ after a few weeks of constant overtime work slouching over a desk, you feel as if your back is about to give out on you. fortunately for you, your best friend seungcheol is a professional masseuse! unfortunately for you, you're unsure of how you'll keep your crush on your best friend at bay while on his massage bed, ass up and oiled up. (the last time i had a massage, i swear i thought the masseuse broke my arm cause of a loud pop. scared me and the masseuse LMAO, but we okay. but can you imagine, cheols hands....im just gonna stop there. let the imagination run)

Always Only You || @honeyhotteoks🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead. (brb imma need a hot minute to relive this fic. like no joke, my ass will be in the corning if you need me. bottom line, i absolutely loved this one)

5 More Minutes || @qmrzi💕✅

↳ jihoon is working on a song before your date together and you got impatient. (he really would be the type to say 5 more minutes of work before a date. desperate times calls for desperate measures. i respect the oc's hustle.)

Bedroom Exclusive || @onlyhuis🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ seeing your boyfriend on tv kissing another girl definitely doesn't feel good, but he's got plenty of time to make it up to you. and he plans on letting you know that you're the only one on his mind. (AFTER THAT VID OF HIM IN THAT DRAMA WITH THAT ONE SCENE???? OHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHILD. another fic where i had to take a moment to breathe after i finished reading it. that says a whole lot my friends.)

Just The Tip || @euphor1a🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ he tried his best, he really did. but lord, for how long could he control himself when you looked like a pretty, little angel, all his to ruin? (you gotta give it to mingyu for resisting the urge throughout the story. flash a titty and this man will crumble to the ground. i love it.)

Now You're Safe With Me || @thedensworld💕💔✅💯

↳ Seungcheol received several missed calls from you, and he knew they weren't just regular phone calls. (stop this bby boy will drop heaven and earth to be with his boo. lets all pray that i get a man like him.)

Spotted: Woozi At Couples Therapy? || @mphountitled🔞💕💔✅

↳ A kink confession in couple's therapy might just save your relationship (i think its safe to say that this man is lowkey kinky af. lets be real. the dudes prob kinky.)

Sweet Home || @mangocustard16💕✅

↳ Mingyu returns home after a grueling practice to find you asleep on the couch, having waited for him despite his advice not to. He lifts you into his arms, shares a loving dinner, and the two of you cuddle in each other's embrace. (god soft mingyu is cute af. SOMEONE GET ME A MINGYU PLS)

To Be In Love || @daegutowns💕✅

↳ (a lil ol fic of oc's relationship with cheol. ngl oc is literally the mom of the group now. adopted 11 other children once they got with cheol. i love that for them)

Bloodily Safe || @starlightxsvt🔞💕✅💯

↳ you have a little secret. one you are desperately hiding. yet the boy you have a crush on has figured it out. now a game of cat and mouse has begun. how do you make it out alive? (oooh child. this one. had me questioning what the heck do i read on here, but then again, i fully enjoyed it LMAO)

Clingy || @facioleeknow💕💔✅

↳ Anon Req: hi!! saw that you're taking request!! how about something like jeonghan get annoyed by the reader because he thinks reader is too clingy lately so he decided to put some distance, end up with something bad happens to reader and he regrets everything he did? angst to fluff pls thank u so much 😭🫶 (oooh mean jeonghan is lowkey my guilty pleasure. someone give me some more mean jeonghan which turns into fluff please.)

Creep || @smileysuh🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ “If the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - you’re saying you wouldn’t watch me get naked every day?” He’s definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. There’s no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders aren’t the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now. (ngl, i hope theres gonna be a second part just about how they would like overcome(????) the hardships(?????????) idk if those are the right words. but like how they would deal with one being a ghost and all that jazz. like down the line how will that work out. BUT other than that, i honestly love their fics to god.)

Driving Lessons For Dummies || @shuaflix🔞💕✅

↳ you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment. (lowkey got a fear of driving but thats something else LMAO. i respect all of the driving teachers, cause like they risking their life essentially, so i respect hoshi for risking his life with teaching the oc driving. goodluck to my future boo cause imma be the passenger princess in the relationship.)

In Between Notes || @som1ig💕💔✅

↳ after complaining for the hundredth time to your friends, you finally manage to take time to read a book unrelated to law studies. since you can’t borrow it, you decide to leave a note on the page where you left off with a comment. the next day, when you come back to reread it, you surprisingly find a note replacing yours. someone read the same book as you and answered you. then begin an epistolary exchange through notes and book, until it suddenly stops. and no, you won’t give up until you find who your correspondent was. (minghao is such a cutie, stop. connecting through notes through a book is adorable af. literally cinderella)

Love You Twice || @toruro🔞💕💔🔄

↳ in which your extremely hot and sexy one night stand turns out to be your son’s teacher. naturally, chaos ensues, but you might just find love as your life continues to take an unexpected turn. (teacher woo is satan. dont come for me but yall know this man probably has 0 patience. no scratch that, this man has too much patience. he will wait if he has to. step daddy woo. yes pls)

Accidentally Ditching You On your Bday || @hannieehaee💔✅

↳ (title says it all. i love how i can just put myself in the oc's shoes and FEEL THE EMOTIONS. when you arent in a relationship, you through yourself in the oc shoes and live through them. that being said, them boys who "accidentally" ditch you on your birthday can choke on a piece of rice. with love.)

Petite S/O Trying to Kiss Them || @seokminded💕✅💯

↳ (its the hhu again - im short, most us females are short so we can highly relate to this struggle. LMAO)

Playfully Dodging Their Kisses || @mangocustard16💕✅💯

↳ (its the hhu but, do you hear their pouts??? you can literally hear their pouts. each any every one of them i swear to god.)

Forgetting Your B-Day || @toruro💕💔✅

↳ (there isnt a summary but - 95 line forgetting your birthday. brb let me go quickly cry, as someone who doesnt really celebrate their birthday as like a big thing since we just aging, but this would hit me hard if i was in a relationship ngl.)

Do check out all of the other seventeen fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #seventeen friends to lovers au #seventeen childhood friends to lovers au #seventeen texts au #seventeen reactions #seventeen established relationship au #svt fic recs #svt recs

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kira-broflovski · 1 year

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main 4 boys hcs: seeing you come back after you moved away

note: this set of hcs is really similar to a kyle fic i have in my drafts already 😭 but im glad you guys are enjoying my writing :)

STAN ☆

when he heard there was a "new girl" in school he didn't think much of it, and you weren't in his first class so it didn't really bother him.

he didn't even recognise you when the teacher called your name for the register in his second period class. was it really you?

"Y/N?" He whispered out of shock.

"Hi, Stan." You had whispered back with a smile, making a familiar sense of nausea come back to him.

the two of you spent the whole of class chatting; catching up.

^ that landed stan into detention, but he didn't care. you only didn't get detention because the teacher didn't want to scare you off on your first day.

stan didn't care though, it was totally worth it when he got your number and socials.

he couldn't resist texting you while he was in detention. your presence through the phone was enough to keep him going, and the endless conversation made the hours go by quickly.

after you got closer, he invited you to a soccer (football) game that he was playing in this weekend. of course he spent most of the game showing off when he spotted you in the crowd, and he worked hard to make sure his team won.

when he scored a goal, adrenaline was coursing through his veins. without thinking he ran up to where you stood in the stands and kissed you on the cheek, to then run back and continue playing.

that was only the beginning of the romance.

KYLE ☆

he went to school that morning, he was confused as to why people were talking about you.

i mean, you moved away from south park years ago. did people really miss you that much? he couldn't blame them, he probably missed you the most out of anyone.

it wasn't until lunch when jimmy went up to kyle.

"Your little girlfriend is back. Aren't you gonna talk to her?"

"Huh?"

"Dude, Y/N?" Jimmy was surprised at Kyle's confusion. "You don't know?"

"Know what?" Kyle was starting to worry people were playing a cruel joke on him.

"Oh my god, Y/N is b-back." Jimmy began, "I thought you would be the first to know?"

"No?" Kyle looked at his friends in disbelief. "Where is she right now?"

"She's outside talking to-"

poor jimmy couldn't even finish his sentence before kyle sprinted outside to see you. he really hoped it wasn't a joke, otherwise he'd never recover from being made to look like such an idiot.

he ran outside to find you just saying goodbye to butters, and he couldn't believe his eyes. he was so happy to see you he almost cried.

he called your name and you looked over at the familiar voice. you were so relieved to see none other than kyle broflovski himself.

"we should probably leave them two lovebirds alone for a little while."

KENNY ☆

kenny heard that a family had moved into the house you used to live in, and he was pissed off to say the least.

he treated your old house like a sacred ground as nobody had lived there since you had moved out.

he sometimes snuck into the back garden when he needed to get away from everything, or when he really missed you. he made sure any plants you had grown yourself were still alive, in the seemingly unlikely event you did return.

what he didn't know is that your family owned this house and didn't let anybody move in because you all knew you'd return to south park at some point.

he marched over to that house to see exactly who it was, but he noticed that there wasn't even a moving van, just two brand new cars.

To say the least, he was fuming. He was ready to raise hell on these people. Even if it wasn't actually called for, and he was just upset his memories of you would be ruined by them.

He didn't even hear commotion inside, telling him that this new family had already settled in. How dare they!?

The door opened and he was ready. He looked up at the mystery person only to see... your mom?

"Oh, Kenny! It's so good to see you." She smiled down at him. His burning anger turned into complete confusion. "Y/N! Your old friend is here to see you already!"

he could feel his heart racing again, but this time out of anticipation.

when he saw you, he felt that sense of peace you always gave him and he immediately felt his cheeks get hot when you pulled him into a welcoming hug.

after all that time, when he would spend hours just sitting in the garden he now knew it was worth it.

and after all those hours of catching up, you walked him all the way home and even up to the doorstep.

you said you were glad to see him again, before you kissed him on the cheek and made your way back home.

"WOOHOO!!"

ERIC ☆

i imagine he'd be like kyle where he wouldn't realise until somebody said to him you were back. only difference is he would attempt to act as if he didn't care.

you were in all of his classes when kyle asked if he had seen you yet.

of course this confused eric and claimed kyle was just being stupid again when he said you were back.

"Shut up, Kyle! You're just trying to make me look stupid in front of everyone." Eric shouted.

"I swear she's here, ask literally anyone in our grade and they'll say she is back!"

It was constant back and forth, until Eric heard somebody say his name.

To which he screamed, "what!?"

you couldn't tell at the time, but he felt bad for screaming in your face like that.

he remembers having a massive crush on you, but he got angry that you left without telling him.

when he stared straight into your eyes, he couldn't stay angry for long.

you gave him your new number so you could catch up when you had more time, and he simply watched as you walked away.

"I told you so, fatass!"

#south park #south park boys #south park x y/n #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #fluff #headcanons

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kenlvry · 1 year

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omg i just read the “getting caught making out” and was wondering if you could do it with craig’s gang aswell🙈

craigs gang getting caught making out

an: HELLOO!! i am back from vegas, my brother wasted 300 on gambling and i have never been so motivated to kill someone, also i tried wine and.... yeah idk how to feel oh also i am not making jimmy bc like i said idk how to potray him im so sorry :( also like always 16-17

clyde

hes so mad at you rn, how could you!! while he was out in the field sweating his ass off you were on the bleachers talking so gently to a boy.

he looked over to you and the boy had his arm wrapped around you while you laughed at his joke. but thanks to you he played well, out of jealousy and anger. after the game that they won, cheers could be heard and only then did you realize you literally missed your boyfriend's game. so now here you two were beside the bleachers making out, after the game he sulked and you reassured him with a kiss but one thing lead to another and you two are making out.

your back pressed against the metals while his hand hold your head so you don't feel the metal, his other hand cupping your face holding you close, it was slow and wet, he kissed so well you loved it when you maked out with him or kissed him he was always so experienced.

since you two were on the side bleachers that was far away from everything nobody could really see, stan and craig was searching for him because coach wanted to take a team photo for him to display, searching everywhere and giving up sitting on one of the bleacers. "dude where the heck is he" stan groaned leaning backwards on his seat. then they heard small pants

they looked at each other in somewhat shocked "are they doing what i think their doing?" craig said and peeked thinking it was some perv doing nasty shit but it was his dear friend making out with his girlfriend "clyde?" stan called out and you two jumped staring at the other two, stan looked annoyed and sighed loudly "just say yr jealous stan" clyde winked tilting his head to stan "celebrations can wait, coach needs you" craig said and went down pulling him by his clothing basically dragging him "call me babe!" you laughed lightly knowing if you dont call he'd show up infront of your house

tolkien

you loved this moment right here, you and tolkien making out without a care in the world. it started with him asking you to come over, thinking he wanted to play games or something but when you arrived he wasn't there, checking every corner still no tolkien. then you checked the backyard and there he was in a suit standing while holding flowers and behind him a table for two people.

you laughed at the sudden surprise, him coming to you grabbed your hand and kissed it "mlady" you laughed again at the fancy name he gave you. walking to the table "if i knew we were having a dinner date I would've worn something more fancy" , he wanted to go somewhere more fancy but this town is far from fancy so he resorted to the next best thing. he pulled your chair and you sat while he slowly pushed it.

it was the cutest thing ever, you two had a nice time and before you know it you two were making out , it was so romantic his kisses were delicate. he held your waist gently and the other holding your back so you don't fall over from him leaning you downwards trying to be romantic, your hands held his face not breaking the contact. he holds you so dear and making out with him makes you feel like you two are a married couple growing old tgt

but before you could feed onto your delusions even more, you could hear a familiar voice calling out on tolkiens voice, it was his mom and dad. you both quickly broke the kiss and greeted them, tolkien said they weren't gonna come home until tmr but they stopped by to grab something and you thought you were going to be bribed 10 million dollars to break up with him but you saw them converse with smiles on their face.

leaving the house with a "invite her for dinner next time sweetie" you blushed a little "now where did we left off?" he said and pulled you for another kiss

tweek

boy oh boy does he look stressed rn, he is a cash register, waiter and the one making the coffee at the same time . every minute his twitching worsened, you laughed at how cute he was from the glass door, entering with a ding caused by the bell, tweek shouted "welcome to t-tweek bros!" from the counter while making coffee and when he saw who came he smiled so brightly

keeping professional and trying his best to not hug you tightly while crying about the shitty customers he just smiled while waiting for you to order. "just a water babe, dont wanna stress you out more" you smiled and he smiled back making the water and giving it to your table "how long til your shift ends?" you question while drinking your water "ngghh five minutes!" you hummed at the answer and he walked away

his shift finally ended so now here you two were making out in the break rooms, it was suppose to be him complaining abt the customers today but i guess he had other plans, it was sloppy, it seem as though he didnt even want to kiss you. you smiled at how rushed he was and pulled away, your current position is being pinned onto his locker while he cups your face, your hand on his shoulders pushing him. he looked slightly confused on why you pushed him but you flipped him over so he was pinned against the locker you being shorter grabbed his face and tip toeing to kiss him and he just hold your waist not knowing were else to place his hands

when it seemed like it was getting steady and he wasn't twitching as much the doors opened with a bitchy voice followed "tweek your shift ended right? lets pl- the fuck" tweek jumped at the sudden intrusion " argh! this isn't what it looks like! i mean it is! i mean!" you placed your hand on his shoulders and the rest of the boys walked in "damn tweek i didn't know you were kinky like that" kenny said making the others laugh "shut up!" tweek said as you all walked out, they continued to tease tweek abt this for a couple of days (by they i mean cartman and sometimes jimmy) until you forced them to stop, tweek always kiss at home now, specifically your house, hes too nervous someone will disturb you two.

craig

you dont know how it lead to this but uh here you two are in his kitchen making out... i know how though. you came over to hang out with him......maybe you shouldve come a little later bc rn red racer is on and he refuses to talk to you until after red racer is over. that show is sooooooooo boring to you, you can't say that though.

and damn how long is this show on?? its been 20 minutes now and you two are halfway through the episode. attempting to talk to him again he shushes you and says "wait until red racer is over" for the 100th time you sigh knowing you have to wait even though craig knew impatience is one of your strong personalities.

you decide to go to the kitchen to relieve your thrist, opening the fridge literally eyeing it for a drink and opening and closing it hoping a drink will appear. finally you see water right infront of your fucking eyes,you drink some then put it back, closing the fridge and when your about to turn around someone hugged you. the smell of the cologne was easy to identify, craigs dad.

jk its craig , he wouldn't let go even if you tried, "craig." you said sternly in defeat "sorry, red racer is over now what did you want to talk about?" laying his head in your shoulder, his breath on your neck. you sighed and just when you were about to run he flipped you over to the counter, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on the counter his hand trapping you in "my parents aren't coming home for awhile" he winked "so?" you said in confusion and he just kissed you so yeah now you two are making out

his kisses was lovingly, and sensual... although he doesn't seem experienced he's good at kissing, you put your hand on his shoulders and his hands now on you waist one of them travelling further down to your thigh. as you two were enjoying the moment the door opened, quietly though. you two of course didn't hear it and kept making out and you hear something drop. you two looked over at the door to see almost every boy in the 4thgrade (the relevant ones ofc) butters has dropped his book and was in shock he ran home muttering smthn abt we can only kiss after marriage.

everyone just stood there staring at each other "so are you js gonna stand there?" craig broke the silence "do you want us to come to you then?" cartman said in a sarcastic tone which made craig flip him off "leave" and they left, wow. "isn't that too rude? poor them" you said pitifully looking back at the door. "forget them, your focus is me, where were we hm?" he said as his hands gently pulled you to look in his direction.

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ultriize · 1 month

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CHERRY FLAVORED CIGARETTES

1 cherries started it all.

song eunseok.

a man you knew all to well, looking back now, you wish you hadn't, but the universe just wasn't on your side.

late april, just a few weeks after your birthday, cherry season bloomed. you being the cherry lover you are, decided to go to the nearby grocery and pick up a few bags, wanting to gift a few to your friends, or even make cherry pie.

"y/n it's cherry season!" jaeyun exclaimed, showing you he calendar he made specifically for you since he knew they were by far your favorite fruit, or anything really. "i saw," you smiled at him, running your hands through heeseung's hair who was resting his head in your lap, taking a short nap. "im thinking about walking to the grocery store and buying some, might even make some desserts?"

jay nodded, agreeing "you should, jungwon texted me earlier asking if you'd make him a cherry pie" "yeah sunoo said the same" sunghoon added. "riki too." heeseung mumbled, looking up at the guys.

"you gotta get up heeseung, im about to go to the store" you said as you continued to stroke through his faded purple hair. he shook his head at you snuggling more into your lap.

"y'all are the most couple-like but not a couple friends i have." jake commented again poking at heeseung's side.

"oh shut up" heeseung said, sitting up from your lap, making a messy attempt to fix his hair. "here," you said, swiping through his hair, making it look less messy, more presentable. "thanks" he smiled, pulling his hood over his head.

sunghoon squinted his eyes at the two of you, then looked at jay and jaeyun, the three of them making eye contact. "you know, on second thought. we'll stay here and prep some things for the cherry pies" sunghoon said, pushing himself off the ground, motioning for the others to tag along.

"let's go," heeseung smirked, grabbing his hand in yours, pulling you to the front door. "we'll be back in like thirty minutes!" he shouted to the guys. "yeah sure man!" jay replied, him and the others bursting into small laughters.

"whatever!" he dismissively said, pulling you out the front door with him.

no, you and heeseung weren't dating. but yes, you'd often do things that couples do, hold hands, go on little dates, call eachother babe or baby. that was just how you two were.

yes, you have considered the thought of dating each other, knowing it won't change much, it just being a title

but if you were honest with yourself, you didn't want to link yourself officially to him yet, and he felt the same. both of you liked how it was now. it was like an unspoken bond. the thing you were most thankful for was that heeseung wasn't the jealous type, if anything, he was your wingman. if he saw you eyeing a dude for a minute to long on one of your little dates, he wouldn't hesitate to give him your details. he's always wanted to see you happy and in a loving relationship, and if he wasn't ready to commit to that just yet, he'd be more than willing to find someone who'd be ready to for you.

so when you were nearing the grocery store and he saw three guys, one of which was definitely your type in his eyes, he untangled his hand from yours, poking your side. "11 o'clock" he mumbled, walking slower, gesturing over to the group of three guys.

one with honey blonde hair joking around with one with dark brown hair who was significantly taller. and then there was one with jet black hair, with his phone in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, bringing it up to his mouth settling it in between his lips. "i see" you replied, glancing at the raven haired man.

"c'mon" he tapped your shoulder, opening the door for you, walking inside the grocery store.

you gasped, looking at the display of cherries in the fruit section. "there's so many!" you exclaimed, heeseung glancing over at you, smiling when he saw your excitement. he never understood your obsession with the fruit, he himself wasn't too crazy about them. but knowing you'd been in love with the small fruit since you both were small, he never questioned it. "c'mon let's grab some." he smiled, grabbing a cart, putting four bags of cherries in the cart.

"so," he started, following you onto the next aisle, "i know we're making cherry pies for the boys, what else?"

"im thinking of trying cherry ice cream this time! i also want to make pistachio ice cream too." you mentioned, throwing a bag of pistachios into the cart as well. heeseung hummed, following you again to the checkout line.

"someone were ready for cherry season, hm?" the cashier said, a boy who looked younger, perhaps in his first or second year of college said, who's name tag read anton. "this one was." heeseung nudged your side.

"babe can you grab my wallet from my jacket for me?" heeseung asked you, gesturing to his coat that he put in the cart moments before. "no, i got it heeseung, thanks though" you smiled, opening your phone to your online wallet, tapping your card on the scanner. "wait i was gonna pay-" "too late" for faked sadness, pouting, shoving your phone back into your pocket.

anton smiled at the two of you, adoring your relationship. "y'all are a beautiful couple." he complimented, getting to work on the next couple, "oh we're not together-" heeseung started before you interrupted him, muttering a short "thanks!" flashing a smile to him, pushing heeseung forward.

he put the cart back, holding the large bag of pistachios in one of hand, cherries in the other. both your hands holding the bags of cherries. "look again" he said, talking about the men from before who were beside the entrance of the grocery store.

maybe you were staring a bit too hard, because you tripped on your own two feet, stumbling a bit, dropping the cherries. luckily before you fell, heeseung grabbed your arm to stop you from doing so, but it was too late for one bag of cherries, which had started rolling down the sidewalk, a few roling to the group on men.

the one smoking knelt down to pick one up, the fruit being slightly crushed by the pavement. "it must be raining cherries," he joked, looking up at you and heeseung. "im so sorry." you said, joining him in picking up the small but many cherries. heeseung already started moments ago, along with the two other guys. "don't worry about it, next time you want to stare at someone though, remember, 'left, right, left, right' with your feet."

you sighed, deciding that this was enough embarrassment for today. "sorry-" "don't apologize, i don't mind" he mumbled, throwing away some of the cherries in the trash bin.

"here you are, cherry." he said, handing you the bag you dropped to pick up the loose cherries. "it's y/n." you smiled at him, opening the bag, offering him some, which he took. he took the burning cigarette out of his mouth, popping two into his mouth, only removing the stem, and spitting out the pit. then he placed the cigarette back into his mouth.

"look at that, cherry flavored cigarette."

you hummed, bending down to pick up something beside him. "well isn't that better than regular cigarettes- oh excuse me," you feigned shock, the man scoffed at your attempt to call him out "marlboro gold" you corrected yourself.

"yeah," the man quickly grabbed the box of cigarettes out of your hand "it is, wanna have a try cherry?" he took the cigarette out of his mouth turning it to you. you shook you head at him, pushing his hand away. "ill pass, i dont smoke"

he laughed, not at you per se, but the way you declined him.

"good girl" he commented, you hated the phase, but that's all you'd ever been called before, was a 'good girl'. "whatever you say" you smiled at him and he put out the cigarette.

the man sighed, glancing over at his friends who were busy on their phones once again. then you looked over at heeseung who was on a phone call, facing away from the two of you. "that's good though, never start smoking.

you don't want to mess up those pretty lips, now do you?" he said, pulling his cigarette box back out of his pocket, "this," he showed the box to you, "isn't good for you." now it was your turn to scoff, the irony hitting you hard, "crazy how you're trying to lecture me on why i shouldn't smoke, and you've been doing so quite literally this entire time?" he hummed, agreeing with you. "i guess you're right."

"eunseok." he said, sliding the box of cigarettes into his pocket once more. "sorry, i didn't catch that" "my name- it's eunseok." he said again, leaning against the building. "seok, like the rock?"

eunseok feigned a laugh, hearing that joke too many times to count. "yeah, like the rock."

"cool" you hummed, looking over at heeseung once again, who was still busy on the phone. "what do you need all those cherries for anyways?" eunseok asked, pulling a cigarette out to smoke again. you analyzed his facial expressions while he lit the cigarette, his eyes squinting, mouth firm to hold it between his plump lips.

"hm?" he said, exhaling the smoke out of his mouth, holding the cig in between his index and middle finger. "well i like cherries, and i make pies and stuff for my friends with them. hence why i have so many." you explained.

eunseok nodded, understanding your use for the cherries. "you should make me one" he suggested, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "maybe"

"maybe- you should also give me your number, cherry."

you rolled your eyes at him, snatching his phone out of his hand. "you're smooth," typing your number into the phone, handing it back to him. eunseok pressed the 'call' button waiting for your phone to ring. "fake number?" he said, hearing the ring, but no buzzing in your pocket.

"i left it home" you shrugged, crossing your arms. he scoffed, sucking his teeth, "you'd better not be lying"

"why would i lie-" "y/n are you ready?" heeseung interrupted, looking in between you and eunseok, eunseok looking him up and down. "are you?" eunseok asked. heeseung looked awkward standing beside to two of you, so he threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away.

"thanks for keeping her company man!" he shouted to eunseok, turning back to you. "okay that wasn't the one i was referring to." he whispered to you, glancing back to eunseok once more. "but to each his own" he shrugged.

now, looking back on that day, eunseok didn't seem bad at first. he didn't seem bad at all. but that was before you got to know him, before you got to know the real him.

the eunseok that ruined you for anyone else.

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milesandcorysupermacy · 1 month

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can you do a fic we’re y/n is miles(doesn’t matter which one) little sister who can lowkey sing but denies it

HEEEEEY, POOKIE! So ik I took long to answer ur request but u inspired me to write again because I can actually relate to this 😭

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"Mariposa"

1610!Miles x Younger-SISTER-Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Reader is 13, Miles is 15, Me not knowing anthing about the music industry, Not spell checked bc im lazy, Reader recorded without her consent (it'll make sense, I promise 😭)

Songs that were used: 'In Your Hands' By Halle, and 'Hailey's Comet' By Billie Eilish

Summary: You've always thought you could sing well, but you never considered it was exceptionally well. When you're confronted with other people's opinions on your singing, you start to change your mind. Can you really sing?

Taglist:

@we-loveebony

@im-miss-simp

@ilovespiderverseee

@maxoloqy

@edgyficuselastica

@thehighlordishere

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You walked into your kitchen, humming the soft melodies of the Billie Eilish song playing in your shared airpod with your older brother, Miles.

"Hey, you wanna order tacos? Your treat, by the way."

You turn to him, confused from this comment since he usually pays. You hate to admit anything nice about him, but one thing you can say is...he's a gentleman.

"Why am I paying?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe this will jog your memory."

Your over-dramatic sibling says as he points to a scar on his left cheek. You sheepishly chuckle as you scratch the back of your neck, embarrassed. The scar he's referring to is from two days ago when you threw scissors at him.

"Oh, right. In my defense, I thought your spidey senses would make you catch it."

Miles gasped.

"HOW?!?!!? I was holding sketches! If you thought I would drop my precious babies for some scissors...you clearly don't know me, mother's other child."

He said, not referring to you by name anymore. You rolled your eyes as you threatened him with the worst thing of all...no food.

"Well, if you're not even referring to me by name anymore, I guess you don't want any tacos!"

Miles immediately frowned, gasping from your threat.

"No! I love you my most beautiful, sweet, elegant sister! I still want the tacos! Make mine carne asada, please!"

You rolled your eyes at his willingness to switch up so easily. You sighed, opening your Uber Eats app to find the closest taco place.

"What a drag to love you like I do, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh"

You sang quietly along to the infectious melodies of Billie Eilish's 'Hailey's Comet'. Miles just stared at you, stunned. He's never heard you sing unless you were joking around, but right now he could've sworn you were a Grammy-nominated artist. He let this keep going on until the song ended, still staring at you while you absent-mindedly look into your phone. Not noticing him staring daggers into the side of your face.

"Ok, I placed the orde-"

"You sounded really good just now, why didn't you tell anyone you could sing like that?"

You stared at him bug-eyed, not knowing how to respond to all this sudden attention on you. Being the younger sister of Miles Morales, you just kinda got used to flying under his radar. I mean, he's a *almost* Straight A student, exceptionally good at art, a superhero, and he's in one of the most prestigious schools in Brooklyn. How could you even compete with that?

You're just a 13 year old girl who passes all her classes to keep her and her parents sane, and pretty much nothing after that. You acknowledged this hidden talent, but immediately compared yourself to other singers and realized that you would get crushed in that audition room. You weren't some Beyonce waiting to happen, you were just a girl. A girl who has absolutely no idea what she's doing.

"Why? What do you mean why, Miles? Have you heard all the other singers out there? Dude, I would get fucking crushed the moment I let out the first note. Not just that, but you're so obviously mom and dad's favorite. I mean, every time I come home with a B I feel like an idiot compared to you. You're just better than me, and everyone knows it. I fly under your radar, Miles. Every time that you, mom, or dad introduce me to somebody, you guys always say Miles' little sister. Face it, dude. I can't compare to you."

Miles felt his heart shatter hearing your words. As a big brother, his job was to protect you. How could he do that when he was causing the problem himself? He never looked down on you, he was proud to have you as a sister and he couldn't believe that you felt this way about yourself. What made it even worse was the fact that you started crying, he immediately sprung into action when he saw the tears falling. He engulfed you in a hug, feeling extremely guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Mariposa. I never even realized that the family was downplaying you like this, you're incredible and deserve to be seen as such."

You felt a smirk coming onto your lips from the nickname that he called you, referring to your Halloween costume from 10 years ago. Small moments like this made you realize that you had a brother who loved you, and would talk to you about anything. That's all that matters, right? You and him against the world...well, maybe just him. (Give the man credit, he's literally spiderman.)

"It's fine, I'm sorry to drop all of this on you. I feel like I kinda overreacted."

You awkwardly chuckled as Miles look at you like you were a woman gone mad.

"Why are you sorry? I'm glad you brung it up, now I can be more aware whenever I see it happen again. The fact that you feel like you're always under my radar is even more of a reason to get yourself out there! Who knows, I mean maybe Mami and Dad could hire you a manager. We're in New York, this IS industry city."

You thought about the idea for a second and honestly, it sounded great at first. Then you started to realize that you were 13, about to graduate 8th grade, and have no experience in vocal training. The once great idea started to sound like a complete fail.

"While I appreciate your excitement, Miles. I'm barely a high schooler, and have no experience. If I were to make it in the industry, it be pure luck!"

You waved him off as he was walking around you in a circle, spewing ideas. Starting to become annoyed with how invested he truly is in your life, a blessing and a curse.

"Well maybe if we go to the mall and-"

"What? No, that's so idiotic."

"Well, if you can open for an artist's tour-"

"How am I gonna do that with my middle class, Afro-Hispanic family in Brooklyn, New York?"

"Well, I got a few piggy bank-"

Miles was thankfully interrupted by a notification from your phone saying that the tacos were downstairs at the front desk.

"Thank fuck."

You whispered as the notification saved you from hearing any more of Miles' idiotic ideas.

"Miles, you mind going to get it?"

"Yea, just gimme a sec."

He says as he puts his shoes on, but that's really just a cover for his plan. He decided to play one of your favorite songs right now, 'In Your Hands'. He did this since he knew you wouldn't be able to resist singing it, especially since nobody else is around. While he's downstairs, he left his phone recording in the apartment so that he could catch your angelic voice and show it to his parents. Great plan....well, at least he hopes so.

~Timeskip~

While you and Miles play Wii Bowling on the living room TV, (you were beating his ass btw) your parents walk in. You both greet them and help with groceries, you then decide that you wanted to take a shower and exit the room. This gives Miles time to execute his plan!

(We're gonna pan over to Miles' scene bc I'm not. writing about you taking a boring ass shower.)

"Ok, we have like 40 mins until she's done with her nightly routine."

Miles says very suspiciously which causes his parents to feel concerned about him.

"Miles, buddy. You alright? I hope you're not sick or anything."

Jeff says as he cautiously touches Miles' forehead. His mother begins to chime in with the concern too.

"Yeah, you do look kinda pale."

Rio says, also touching the poor boy's face.

"He does, doesn't he? I'm glad I wasn't the only one noticing-"

"I'm not pale, I'm very pigmented!"

Miles whisper shouts. His parents back off with their hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Anyway, I wanted to show you guys a video of Y/N that I took. I know it sounds weird, but it's a video of her singing. It sounds really nice and I want her to have a talent of her own since everyone compares us."

His parents smile with approval and appreciation of how nice your brother was being towards you right now.

"Well, show us whatcha got!"

Rio says, enthusiastically. Miles opens his camera app and plays the video, immediately smiling at your perfect voice as you sing the melodic notes of the song.

"In your Hands, in your hands.

You can't let go or you'll lose your chance.

'Cause after me, you'll never fall in love again, la-la-la."

You melodically sung along to the song ans your parents stared at the phone with shock. They listened to the whole 3 minute video and smiled the whole way through, stunned by your almost perfect vocals.

"Wow...I can't believe that's my baby girl singing!"

Rio said, bewildered.

After some time, you finally walk out the bathroom with your pajamas and a towel on your head. Your family just stared at you with shock as you walked toward the kitchen for water.

"What? Am I not supposed to drink this water or something?"

"Girl, where'd you learn to sing like that?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at your dad, believing he's truly lost it this time.

"What are you talking about?"

Miles smiled cheekily at you as he played the video of your singing. You immediately grew embarrassed as you felt your face heat up and eyes widen.

"Miles, I'll kill you!"

You shouted as you charged towards your older brother who hid behind his mom.

"Baby, this is great! We signed you up for vocal lessons and even got you a meeting with a manager tomorrow, that's...if you say yes, of course."

Your mom trailed off.

"You better say yes, this stuff wasn't cheap!"

Jeff complained as your mom shot him a glare.

"Fine, I'll do it."

You said as you smiled from your families interest in you and your interests. You and your family conversed on some logistics and commitments that you will have to make for this newfound hobby. With that, there was just one more question to ask...

"So, what will your artist name be? We need a name to put on the email to the record label."

You looked up at your older brother and smiled before saying...

"Mariposa."

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THIS IS ITTT 🤑🤑

The first post after my lil hiatus 🤧

Anyway, I hope yall liked it and thanks to the anon who sent this, ima answer the other request I got too!

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Hearts Dont Break Around Here

Part two to Hearts Do Break Around Here

Warnings; Angst! Eddie is clueless but he soon pulls through, jealous reader, jealous Eddie, pining, Robin is so done with this shit 👀👀

If you enjoyed this pls consider giving it a reblog. It's much appreciated 💞🙂

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

The minute Eddie and Chrissy began dating they looked like the perfect fit and it hurt your aching heart.

Eddie didn't know how you felt though and you were going to keep it that way and be happy for him.

Knowing now he doesn't feel the same about you was cathartic in a way. At least now you could move on.

It would be painful but it could be done eventually...

The landline rings and you know who it is without having to answer. It was Eddie.

He was full of excitement at dating Chrissy, and hearing about it crushed you inside.

There were only so many times you could listen to him idolizing her and right now your heart needed a break.

He would most likely be with Chrissy at some point of the night anyway and as much as you tried to hate her you couldn't.

She was actually one of the nicer people at Hawkins High. You let the phone ring out and curl back into bed.

You wished things were different but they never would be.

The phone rings again and you answer it knowing Eddie won't give up or he will worry that you're sick or something.

"Hey, sweetheart. Are you free tonight? Nightmare on elm street is showing at the cinema at 8pm"

You consider this but hear Chrissy giggling in the background and your heart sinks.

"Im busy Eds, you should take Chrissy," you tell him encouraging and he pauses.

"She's not a big fan of horror movies, plus I haven't seen you much in days" you squirm with guilt.

"You and Chrissy have just started dating. I don't want to hang around being the third wheel, I'll see you tomorrow at Hellfire okay?"

It was true what you said. He didn't need you being a third wheel and you had no intention of being one.

Or seeing Eddie and Chrissy being all lovey dovey. As much as you wanted your best friend to be happy there was a limit to what your heart could take.

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Tyler Jackson was used to getting his own way and getting what he wanted and what he wanted was you.

It was weeks ago he had noticed you but Munson kept cockblocking him whenever he tried to get near you. He was always by your side.

Now he was dating Chrissy it was time that he could make his move.

He saw you sitting far away from Munson at the Hellfire table, Munson looking like a confused puppy as he tried to get your attention for longer than a few seconds

Hmm, maybe he could join this club, and get closer to his goal of banging you while pissing off that freak Munson.

It was a perfect plan if he did say so himself and he heads over to the table to make himself known.

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Eddie had been more than happy for Tyler to join Hellfire Club, sure the dude needed some pointers but that could all be sorted out.

It took only until the end of the session for Eddie to regret that decision. Tyler was interested in one certain aspect of Hellfire.

You. He couldn't take his eyes off you and you giggled at his jokes. Like, come on! They weren't even that funny.

His positive impression of him took a nosedive and he told himself it was to with the fact he ruined a good Hellfire session.

It was absolutely nothing to do with the hungry look in his eyes when he looked at you, not one bit.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the guy was only after getting you in his bed and he had to wrestle the violent urge that came over him to hit the guy.

This unnerved Eddie because he wasn't a violent person, he never wanted to be like his old man.

Maybe he would just kill his d&d character off instead...

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Eddie hasn't seen you all week due to the fact you were with Tyler.

When he called you last night you were with Tyler, he could hear you laughing at something he said and he felt his stomach squirm with jealousy.

Because you were his best friend and you had only laughed like that around him until Tyler came along.

When you weren't around Tyler made his presence known and asked Eddie all about you and what you liked.

There was a glint in Tyler's eyes that he didn't like and he was really beginning to dislike the guy, even more than Carver which he never thought possible.

Even Jason seemed to hate him and that stunned Eddie that he had something in common with Jason.

Even more surprising was when Jason took him aside after class watching you with Tyler with a frown on his face.

"Look, I know we can't stand each other Munson but even I'm not much of an asshole where I wouldn't speak up and leave someone to get hurt"

Curious Eddie steps forward to listen.

"Tyler, he's after yn now and he's well known for sleeping around then bragging about it, making shitty rumors about the person he's slept with. Keep an eye on yn because he's scum"

A red mist descends over Eddie and he glares at Tyler.

Like hell was that fucker hurting you not if Eddie could help it. Tonight he was going to talk to you.

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Eddie didn't expect the talk to fail so badly but it did. He kinda just blurted out that he didn't like Tyler and everything went to hell from there.

"So because he is interested in me he is automatically bad? Am I that ugly to you" his eyes widen.

"It's about Tyler. I don't like him... he's only after one thing from you, to sleep with you and I don't like it"

The look you gave him was the reason the saying if looks could kill was made and he swallows.

"No, that's not what I mean at all sweetheart" he tried to reason with you because he didn't mean that in the way you thought but you were too hurt to listen.

"What if I wanted to sleep with Tyler? Did you ever think of that?" your words stun him and he finds it difficult to breathe.

He suddenly feels pain everywhere and he swallows.

"Do you?" he chokes out and you shake your head.

"No, but just because you've never noticed me doesn't mean no one ever could Edward Munson"

Shit... you just used Edward. You were beyond pissed at this point and he watches you go with a sinking feeling in his heart.

Tyler smirks.

"Way to go Munson" he gives Eddie a thumbs up and Steve has to grab his Denim vest to stop him from flying at the asshole.

"Don't worry I'll make sure to comfort her real good" Tyler calls back to him and he can't speak from the anger he feels.

He storms after him with Dustin and Steve on his heels but soon stops in his tracks as he sees Tyler with his arm around you and sitting close to you... very close.

His heart hammers in his chest when his lips press to your hair and you wipe your tears away. He doesn't even notice Chrissy watching him with a look of understanding on her face.

She takes his hand and motions for him to come and talk, he doesn't realize that the heartache is written all over his face.

"Shit" he whispers and wipes his eyes, what's wrong with him?

"Eddie...

"I can't stand him Chrissy, I feel like I'm losing my best friend because of him and I hate it" she softens and squeezes his hand.

"Eddie. You don't realize, do you? That you love yn" he stares at Chrissy baffled.

"Of course I do" she smiles at him and shakes her head.

"I mean like in love with yn" he feels his heartbeat quicken and he shakes his head.

No that isn't right... he loves you as a friend but then that doesn't explain why he wants to punch out Tyler for putting his slimy hands anywhere near you.

He's always been protective of you... thought you were perfect, his source of happiness and safety but that's just friendly feelings right?

Chrissy smiles.

"You're a great guy Eddie, I like you but it's not going to work out in the long run and I'm not going to stand in the way of two people who are so obviously meant to be together. Don't fuck this up okay"

She leaves and he is processing so many emotions. You've left, possibly to go with Tyler and he feels sick to his stomach.

Steve and Robin have been watching the unfolding drama with Dustin, Lucas and Mike, he's just about you say something when Robin storms towards him and hits him very hard with a slap to the back of the head.

"Why are you so clueless? Do you want her to be with Tyler?" he backs away because she looks livid and she is kinda scary when she's mad.

"Fuck, no" Robin nods then points to Steve as if to say well what about him. He shakes his head vigorously.

He likes Steve but it was still a no. The thought of you being with anyone made his stomach sour.

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Shit. He really was in love with you.

"She loves you Eddie and I swear to God if you don't go and confess that you love her which you totally do because it's damn obvious. I will personally kick your ass"

Dustin and Steve hold back their laughter and he nods. Ready to get you to be his and get away from Robin's killer gaze.

Tyler had been trying to do more than kiss for the last ten minutes. At first, you thought kissing him would make you feel better but it was the exact opposite.

"I can't do this. You should go, please" you pull away and he tries to hide his annoyance but you catch the look anyway and rub your head feeling the beginning of a migraine.

He mutters under his breath about you being a cocktease and just as you are about to say something your door flies open and Eddie rushes inside.

"You can have yn dude. Should warn you though, the word cocktease comes to mind" Eddie looks between you and him and then punches Tyler in the mouth.

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You are ready to intervene in case he retaliates but to your surprise, he rushes out cursing the both of you under his breath.

Then it's just the two of you alone and you aren't sure what to say. Tears blur your vision and Eddie cups your cheek looking worried.

"Shit! please don't cry" your skin tingles where he is caressing it and you move away feeling sick with yourself. He had Chrissy, he wasn't yours.

"Shouldn't you be with Chrissy?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"She broke up with me" this is something you weren't expecting and immediately you turn to him and give him a hug.

"Oh, Eddie, I'm sorry" you truly were because you knew how much he liked her.

"It was more a mutual thing sweetheart" this confuses you because he was so happy to be dating her so what the hell happened?

"I broke your heart, didn't I? going out with Chrissy? I thought about it on the way here and I had the idea that you love me. Am I wrong?" his big brown eyes are so genuine and sweet that you nod.

"Yes, how did you figure it out" he smiles a little bit.

"May have had a little help with Robin. Fuck, she's scary, isn't she? She never gets angry but when she does... he shudders.

"She's protective" you murmur and he grins.

"She is" his smile dims and he moves closer to you. "You never answered my question if I broke your heart baby?"

You can only nod just a fraction because you have no idea where he is going with this...

"That makes the world's biggest dingus but if you let me I'd like to be the one to put your heart back together and then keep it forever. For you to be mine. Always"

His sweet confession stuns you but it doesn't because deep down you know he was jealous of Tyler but didn't want to let yourself hope.

"I'm here because I am a dingus, who is very much in love with you," he tells you earnestly and you giggle.

"You really do pick your timings, Eddie, you couldn't have figured that out ages ago" you tease.

"Needed a knock to the head didnt I?" he grins then pulls you closer to him.

"If you give me a chance, let me love you I promise you will never regret it"

That's when you take the leap and kiss him, it's everything you've ever dreamed of and Eddie has a lovestruck expression on his face as you pull away.

Right there you knew in your heart that Eddie was going to be the love of your life for the rest of your life.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson

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kissingrhi · 1 year

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oh shit bro!!! ok! ahh if you have time and you would like to, would you have anything at all in the realm of hurt/comfort for lalo and/or nacho? ngl im down in the pits and ur writing is like a grilled cheese sandwhich on a cold rainy day, its amazing.

idk, maybe the reader is kind of going through it mentally and hella withdraws from everyone which causes conflict bc ahhh cartel work or something (idk man i dont deal drugs) and so The Boys go and check up on u bc "dude did you die or something?" (bc cartel stuff yknow?) and YOURE like "no i didnt die im just vibing bro but the vibes are tainted and gross" and theyre like "cool lets fix that." yknow? idk man the world is your oyster, i trust you. go nuts. but only if you would like to and have the time, i dont wanna pressure you to do anything homie :,) i hope u have a good day.

by far the cutest ask i have ever been sent. i'm sobbing. ily. and i am a WHORE. for hurt/comfort. you just get me!

cw: this gets kind of heavy at parts! maybe releasing something subconsciously with this man idfk. some of talk of depression, anxiety, stuff of that nature. enjoy!!

you legitimately wanted to disappear. forever.

your brain was constantly scrambled, erratic, and loud. you thought of everything and remembered nothing 99.9% of the time. what you did remember was nothing short of miserable reminders of what got you to where you were. who you were. what you'd done.

the shaking of your desperate hands and shuttered breathing of your lungs were nothing compared to the mind-numbing, seemingly endless spew of unfortunate findings in the barren wasteland that was your brain.

you hadn't come into work in 3 days. it had been 3 days since you'd step foot onto the tiled floor of el michoacáno. 3 days since you'd showered. 3 days since you'd moved, besides the awkward shifting during the freezing cold in the middle of the night, when you attempted to sleep. you were miserable, and the worst part was you couldn't decipher why.

it had also been 3 days since you'd checked your phone. oblivious to the countless amount of mixed calls from some of the only contacts you had: nacho and lalo. when you finally made it to reaching your phone, shoved in the drawer of your nightstand, your eyes widened. you ruined something again.

the texts varied from

L: ¿dónde diablos estás?

N: lalo me está molestando.

N: hate to say it, but i miss you

L: come back pls

you felt terrible, throwing your phone back to its place with a groan, hiding under the covers like you could escape the tenderness of missing your coworkers. more specifically, your friends.

all you could try to focus on was the gentle beating of your heart, remembering the time that nacho calmed you down the first time you had a panic attack in front of him after nearly dying. his hands were ice cold against your hot cheeks, pulling the hands that were hopelessly wiping away the streaming tears all the way down to your chest.

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."

you can still recall the pattern of his slow heart that you heard while you cried against his chest.

you weren't sure how long it was until you felt a change in the air. minutes, hours, days? time was moving irrationally slow and fast all at once. you were still blankly lying against your bed, buried under your blankets. nacho felt like he was at your wake.

you were zoned out, eyes only focusing when the two men you were worried about had seemingly teleported in front of your bed. instead of dropping a sarcastic, self-deprecating joke (like you usually do), you merely turned to the other side with a dramatic sigh.

a pair of rough fingers jumped in front of your line of vision, snapping rambunctiously.

"hey, hey! what the hell, mi amigo!?" his tone was dripping with comedy. "you have no right to ignore either of us. we've been so good to you."

you knew it was lalo quickly, thanks to the delicious grandiose of his gravely voice.

you finally turned around, hearing your bones crack as you pushed yourself up to lay against your bedpost. nacho and lalo drank in your disheveled state, agitation on their faces quietly fading into a look you knew all too well: concern. you glimpsed down at nacho's hand, rubbing his thumb over something he was obviously nervous about before shoving it in his pocket.

"i-" you started, blood suddenly running cold at the what you thought to be shameful eyes staring right at you. for some reason, a lump that had been building for what felt like years finally exploded in the back of your throat, a quick tear that you attempted to wipe away slipping down your cheek, going to push away nacho's anxious hand that reached for your back.

"what? you what?" lalo's posture had completely changed, eyes softening.

the tears were flowing fearlessly now, your eyes still dim and lifeless. you seemed to be fading away, in real time. it was melancholy.

"i am not-" you swallowed, putting a hand to your heart subconsciously.

"i am not ignoring you guys." you said firmly, staring lalo right in the eyes with your stoic, but unconvincing gaze.

the two exchanged looks at each other, nacho biting the inside of his cheek, lalo scratching the back of his neck. they had no idea what to do. they killed people for a living! even if you three weren't the most fond of each other at times, you obviously cared about each other.

"i'm just adjusting. i've got a lot going on. needed some rest." you explained, pressing your fingers together so hard that when you pulled them apart, the skin eased open slowly.

"haha." you were unconvincing, and unrelenting in how much you swore that everything was just fine.

lalo was already strutting his way into the kitchen, starting on something he knew you'd like: chicken noodle soup. when you went to scold him for barging in your home, he just pressed a gentle kiss on your head, making your eyes widen because that is so unlike him.

while lalo got to work in the kitchen, nacho cautiously sat at the end of your bed. when you went to talk, still tearful and messy, nacho politely put a hand up.

"you don't have to explain yourself all the time, you know?" he asked, genuine curiosity brewing in his deep eyes.

"i mean, especially not to me or him." he nodded towards the kitchen, past your doorway. "do you see how we have spent our lives?" he asked, pressing a tickling finger into your side, grinning ear to ear when you smiled the tiniest bit.

"listen. i know how it feels." he started, eyes searching around the floor to try and put what he wanted to say politely, into terms he knew wouldn't blossom into spouts of dangerous overthinking in your unpleasantly fragile mind. he looked just about as sad as you.

"i know what it feels like to have no one understand." he finally looked up at you, hands gently pressing into your shoulders. his eyes were almost watering. maybe you were hallucinating.

you started to cry more, and his frown grew.

"please, please do not cry." he started.

"estás muy cerca de romperme el corazón." was said under his breath. mumbled like an unforgivable sin at the altar.

while his hands wiped away at your tears, he just silently told you, "we care about you. we all care about each other. we have to."

his touches that were so comfortable against your tense body led you to your bathtub, and before you knew it he was sitting on the edge of your toilet and rubbing body wash against your spine. his grimace grew at your sorrowful, hunched figure.

"please do not cry." was uttered again, like you crying would shatter his world just as much as yours.

as soon as you were dressed in fresh clothes, and your messy hair was neatly pulled away from your face, nacho brought you back to your newly cleaned bed.

you felt like your only lifeline was his warmth surrounding what felt like the arctic that you had embedded yourself in.

lalo invited himself back in, pressing a beautiful tray of chicken noodle soup onto your lap, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders with an airy sense of comedy (he pretended like the job was a massive issue to him, groaning each time he had to move, watching you deeply to see you laugh).

you just stared up at both of them, like you had never experienced this kind of care before.

if you were being honest with yourself, you definitely hadn't.

"well?" lalo started, looking right back at you. "eat." he said, almost in a way that a mother does to their child. he scolded you, but in the way that you know had the purest and most loving intentions.

when you did, you noticed the sharp, grainy pain in your throat was instantly washed away. you couldn't stop. your nutrient-deprived body scarfed down the meal, chugging the glass of water he added on the side.

"thank you guys." was all you said, looking away with a gentle smile on your face.

"are you kidding me? of course!" lalo laughed. "you just need to come coddle me every time i get sick. deal?" he asked, rubbing your head.

after hours of hugs and distracting conversations, the pair decided you were well enough to leave for the night.

"get lots of rest, okay? don't need you to lose any focus at work." lalo pointed a demanding finger at you, chest raised like he was the king of the world. "be safe."

you nodded, your head leaning into your pillow with a grin. nacho situated himself in front of you once more, reaching into his pocket. he made his way out while you read the tiny slip of battered paper.

you noticed a gorgeous blue, dried flower pressed against the right edge. in his messy handwriting you could dechiper:

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."

#um hello #im so proud of this #sobbing #angst #hurt/comfort #better call saul x reader #nacho varga #nacho varga x reader #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul #this made me cry

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 8 months

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Eden part nineteen

TW: trauma, bad mental health, Stockholm Syndrome, referenced captivity, referenced stalking, referenced major character death, pet whumpee, multiple caretakers

Note: This is the last of the "Ezra explaining what happened to him" chapters, because I believe in the rule of threes. His online friends get a much more vulnerable view into his mind than his roommates.

While rifling through his old things, trying to regain some semblance of himself, Ezra found his smartphone. It seemed insane that Christopher had returned it here while his roommates weren't home, but it would have been easy after getting Ezra's keys during the kidnapping. He had even bothered to plug it in.

The number of texts Ezra had received while missing was overwhelming, despite being solidily in the double digits. He ignored most of them in favor of messaging the only friends he actually trusted with any of this.

He dropped a text in the group chat. Just a simple "Hey bitches, I lived." He didn't have to wait long until his friends all messaged him back, despite their very separate time zones.

Isadora: 'sup biatch? missed u

Tristian: Oh my God! Are you okay?!

Rowan: oh hey ezra

Ezra: Don't worry. Don't worry. I just got kidnapped. Didn't have my phone for obvious reasons. I'm once again here to grace you with my presence.

Rowan: glad to see youre feeling okay

Tristan: YOU GOT KIDNAPPED

Ezra: I am physically unharmed and mentally destroyed. Thanks for checking in.

Isadora: moood

Tristan: What the hell happened? Tell me everything right this instant.

Ezra: Long message incoming-

Ezra took a moment to sort out exactly what he was going to say, typing and retyping the same message over and over again. He could always get his feelings across much better in text than in person. So much time to rehearse and fact check.

Ezra: I got kidnapped by a man named Christopher. He was in his fifties and lived in the woods. Then I got the usual stalker monolog about how much he loved me and wanted to keep me for himself. (Despite how stressed out I was, this made my NPD very happy) I settled down with him. It was genuinely such a blast. I was basically his pet cat. Don't worry, he wasn't weird or anything. It was totally platonic and you know that made my narcissistic aroace ass very happy. Well, I did think that I had fallen in love with him at one point. But he cleared that up pretty quick. (Clearing it up involved gaslighting but whatever) And I realized that it was just NPD fuelled platonic obsession making me jealous of his fiance. With me so far? - 👀²

Ezra was very aware that he had mentioned NPD three times in this text. But it was imperative that his friends understood this was the fault of his personality disorder, and not some flaw he could be judged for.

Rowan: when you said kidnapped i thought you meant held for ransom not… all that - 👆²

Isadora: im kinda jealous of u lolll

Tristian: Don't say stuff like that, Dora. This isn't funny.

Ezra: …it is kinda funny. How many times have I joked about wanting someone to care enough to stalk me, and it happened. Knock on enough doors asking to see the devil and he might answer and all that

Isadora: i was gonna say that lmao

Rowan: hey ezra, do you need anything? you okay?

Ezra: I just need to talk. Shelly and Harry were supremely unhelpful. Buckle up bitches, because it's only getting worse from here. - 🫂²

Tristan: IT GETS WORSE THAN STALKING AND KIDNAPPING

Ezra: You know it, my good dude.

Tristan: HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY GET WORSE

Tristan: EZRA I WORRY ABOUT YOU - 🤝³

Ezra: Haha me too

Ezra: Anyhow

Ezra: Christopher was engaged to this man named Colt, right? They didn't live together though. Colt was the most obnoxious asshole I've ever met. I don't think toxic masculinity does it justice. Christopher was literally the greatest person ever and he deserved much better than Colt. He was also keeping someone captive to torture them. They couldn't remember their own name so I started calling them Jay. They were in really bad shape, obviously. I tried taking care of them but obviously I couldn't do much. They're what really mentally destroyed me, not anything to do with how I was being treated. - 🫂³

Isadora: hoollyyy fuuckk

Tristian: This is absolutely insane. I'm so sorry you went through that. It sounds like the plot of a horror story, not something you should have to deal with in real life. If there is anything I can do to help, please tell me.

Ezra felt warmth spread from his heart to the rest of his body. Finally, someone had told him exactly what he had been fishing to hear. And he had hardly needed to manipulate them into it.

It wasn't his fault. He didn't deserve it. Colt was the one to blame for Jay's death, not him. His life had always been a bad horror story, and it did wonders to hear it confirmed by an outside observer.

Ezra: You guys are so nice. - 💚¹ 🖤¹ 💖¹

Isadora: well duh i love u

Rowan: we all love you

Tristan: That's right. And don't forget it.

Tristian: Now, are you going to call the police or is it too risky?

Ezra: Fun fact. Jay and Colt are dead. And obviously Christopher is wonderful so I don't want him thrown in jail. I'm hoping he takes me back but I accidentally ran away when I was freaked out about Jay's death, so he might be mad at me.

Isadora: :(((

Tristan: I know you're dealing with a lot. But you need to move on. You were kidnapped. You need to try to be your own person again.

Ezra: But have you considered that. I. Don't. Want. To.

Isadora: fair

Tristian: No. Not "fair". Ezra, you can't spend the rest of your life as the victim.

Ezra: I've spent the last twenty-three years doing just that. Self victimization is an art form that I have perfected to a science.

Rowan: this isnt self victimization. some body else victimized you.

Ezra: hmmmmmm

Ezra: Less work for me then!!

Isadora: agahshsjsjdgaafdsgxbzfafs

Tristan: This is not funny.

Tristan: I believe in you, Ezra. Please believe in yourself. You can have a good life if you just try. You don't need the validation of your stalker. What you do need is time to yourself to recover from the impact Jay's death had on you.

Rowan: seconded

Isadora: dont leave us again dude

Isadora: we missed u

Ezra: It's my choice and my life. I was happier with Christopher than I've ever been with anyone else. Now that Colt and Jay are dead, there's nothing in the way of us being happy again.

Tristan: Ezra, listen.

Ezra: No. You're going to listen to me.

Ezra: You guys just don't get it. I want someone to want me. More than anything. Fucking hell, I've never even met any of you irl, and you're my best friends. I don't really have anyone. Of course I'm willing to excuse kidnapping and shit. I got everything I ever wanted in life, and I didn't have to work for it. I was fucking loved.

Rowan: im sorry

Tristan: Thank you for saying that. It's really important to get your feelings out. But I think that if you really want to be around this Christopher, you need to be on equal footing. Meet up in public. Don't go home with him until you have a chance to know who he is when he doesn't have control over your life.

Ezra threw his phone at the wall. Why was Tristan being so damn condescending? Would it hurt him to be nice?

Well, okay, Tristan hadn't actually been condescending. But someone other than Ezra being right when he was wrong always felt condescending, regardless of actual intentions.

Tristan's plan sounded good though. Ezra might have to try it. He quite wanted to get coffee with Christopher. If only he could find him.

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#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Eden #Whump #Pet whump #Caretaking #Pet whumpee #Multiple caretakers #Modern whump #Whump series

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ninebluehearts · 1 year

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MY BRAINS GONE BLANK AAAAHHHH-

since im obsessed with dorm room mark (by @) maybe reader/OC going on a date being in a relationship and it becomes serious and it suddenly creeping up on marc how much he misses her aka marc being in loOvE. but he thinks he's not good enough for her bc it marc so self loathing :((

idk its 10pm i tried

I'M OBSESSED-

Summary: Marc is overwhelmingly in love with you. You're overwhelming in love, just not with Marc..

Warnings: Some serious sadness up ahead, my dudes.

A/n: First fic in awhile y'all! Hope you enjoy it!

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Marc slumped against the frame of your bedroom door, watching as you swiped the wand of a red lip gloss across your lips for the second time, concealing the pink of your lips with the dark red liquid.

"You look like a hooker." Marc said, a smirk creeping onto his lips as you glared at him. "A lovely hooker, if it makes you feel any better."

"You're not funny." You said, shoving the wand back into it's respective tube and tossing it into your makeup bag, knowing you'd be back for it later into the night. "Does it really look bad?" You asked as you swiped your finger under your bottom lip to remove the excess gloss.

"Where are you going? I thought we were gonna watch Ferris Bueller's Day Off and eat the brownies I made?"

"Out." You zipped up your black, thigh high boots and threw your bag over your shoulder, brushing past Marc and heading to the bathroom.

Marc followed you, leaning against the closed door. "So, you're gonna ditch me for Marvin again?"

"You know that's not his name!" You stifled a laugh, not wanting to reward Marc's petty jokes. "It's Mark with a K and you know it." You said as you pulled open the bathroom door, tossing the hand towel at Marc.

"Yeah, Melvin. That's what I said." Truth be told, Marc felt guilty for loving the fact that they basically had the same name. It meant that late in the night, when you thought Marc was asleep across the dorm, and when you screamed Mark's name, Marc could pretend it was his own. It always felt so, so wrong. But also so, so right.

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around Marc's neck as you pulled him into a quick, tight hug. "If I'm up for it, we can do your thing when I get back, okay?"

Marc just nodded, trying to be discreet as he buried his face in your neck and took a deep breath, relishing in the scent of your perfume against your warm skin. It was truly intoxicating.

Before you pulled away, you leaned up and gave Marc a small peck on his cheek, leaving a red kiss mark on the skin. "Oh shit- sorry about that," You said with a laugh, hurrying towards the door. "I'll see you later."

Once the door was closed, Marc slowly reached up and gently touched his cheek, chills running down his spine as he replayed the moment over in his mind. "I love you." He whispered, knowing you would never love him the same way he loved you.

You never did come home. Marc knew this because he fell asleep on the couch waiting for you last night. He woke up with brownie crumbs on his shirt and the main menu for Farris Bueller's Day Off on the TV. "At least I had a good time last night." He mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his warm beer that had been left on the coffee table for the past six hours.

You know that's not true, mate.

The voice in the back of his mind said to him, though he continued to ignore it like he always did. He picked up the glass container that held what was left of his brownies and the warm beer and left them on the kitchen counter.

After that, Marc took a long, hot shower, waiting until the water turned to freezing to slowly scrub the smeared, red stain off of his cheek. A sense of defeat washed over him; defeat, guilt, and anger. You weren't his. You never would be. He had no right to feel this way. And the more he told himself that, the worse he felt.

When Marc left the bathroom to grab a shirt from his room, you were standing in the kitchen with Mark, both of you so engulfed in each other's kiss that neither of you noticed him standing there.

Marc walked back to his room and slammed the door, finally pulling you back to reality. "Marc?" You called out, dashing over to knock on his door. "Hey! I'm sorry I didn't make it home last night. We fell asleep watching a movie." But you were met with absolute silence. "Marc?" You knocked on the door again, but still received no answer.

You felt two arms wrap around you from behind, followed by Marks face pressing against your neck. "Hey, I've gotta go."

"Okay. I'll see you tonight?" You turned around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another lengthy kiss.

"Definitely." He breathlessly whispered against your lips. "Unless I pay a visit to you around lunch?" He said with a smirk, his hand slipping down your back to grab your ass.

"Mark!" You squealed with a laugh, reluctantly pushing him away.

"I'll text you." Mark gave you one last kiss, then went on his way.

You rolled your eyes, a stupid smile stuck on your lips. You knocked on Marc's door once again, jiggling the lock this time. "Let me in Marc! I've gotta talk to you!"

Silence.

"Fine, I'll talk through the door." You slipped down to the floor and sighed. "Ughh, I think I'm in love. I just had the best night of my life with Mark. He took me to that fancy restaurant that I've been dying to try, then we went to his friend's house to have a game night, then we went back to his place to watch When Harry Met Sally. Amazing, right?"

Silence.

You reached up and knocked on the door again. "Are you mad because I didn't eat your weed brownies Marc Spector? Because now is not the time to be petty, my love!" You called out with a small giggle.

Silence.

"Well, I hope you come out later, because I'm getting us drinks to celebrate tonight! But for now I gotta get to class." You stood up and brushed off your dress, then pressed your hand against Marc's door. "I love you Marc. God, you're like the brother I never had. You're my best friend." After a moment of waiting for an answer, you walked away, a small pit of disappointment twisted around in your stomach when you were once again met with silence.

Once Marc heard your bedroom door shut across the dorm, he finally allowed the broken sob he had been holding in to come out. And once it was out, there was no stopping the others that followed it out, each one racking his body harder than the last.

Marc Spector had fallen in love with you, and he couldn't see a way out.

Taglist: @hot-mess-express1

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codecicle · 5 months

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whats your problem dude why are you so weird :3

im love posting now to fuck with you.

you thought this was gonna be a sneak attack but it isn't dumbass‼️ everyone point and laugh

i love you man and I mean that I love staying up texting you and altering my whole entire sleep schedule to fit yours i love getting random shit sent to me during the day and seeing your texts or asks in my notifs i love seeing your music taste and everything that comes with it i love hearing about your day and making inside jokes and bits between us that permanently change my vocabulary (ZIPPEE ^_^ sillay :3 and that dreaded Keyboard) I love being the only person who can understand what you've typed because you can't spell for shit but I also love being able to tell when you've gotten used to the keyboard your using because difficult words aren't misspelt like they normally are I love calling you in vc until your phone shuts off and playing baby sensory subway surfers videos with slimecicle gifs so you and your friends pay attention to my "very important" (no it's NOT LMAOOOO) tetris/papa's freezeria/minecraft gameplay that I always have screensharing in the background of the call. I love our shitty little minecraft world and our suicide hole (and stripper pole that Kai doesnt know about please keep it that way or we will never hear the end of it) and your inability to stay alive and our little back to back like a movie fighting and I love that one time I watched a mlp movie (which I have to do again. Btw) for you because you watched Be More Chill for me and we both ending up loving them both and I love our matching phone stickers we have that are torn to shreads and dirty as hell now but they USED to read "#1 ashton swagaythor fan" + "BOYF" with mine matching to read "#1 felix elliot 'is' fruity fan" + "REINDS" and I love how you use all of my pronouns even the unconventional ones (IT/ITS MY FAVORITE FOREVER AND EVERRR MAN) ((not really)) and how you explained how to use certain neopronouns to me without judging me at all and your little d20 rolls in the mornings to decide on what pronouns you're going to use for the day (today was he/they/she btw ^_^) and I love all of your dnd characters and/or ocs that you've shown me and explained the lore of (the dnd one that uses he/she is my favorite btw. the others are neat and all but he's my favorite by a long shot the others can't even touch her dude) and i love your amazing sense of fashion and outfit checks you'll send that just get better each time you do and I love your hair and your glasses (even though I felt VERY betrayed to find out they weren't circular irl how could you slash sillay) and every little detail on how you look and act and im so serious. i love your love of gillion titstrider and seeing you talk about jrwi AND HOW YOU STILLL HAVENT CAUGHT UP YET BUT THATS FINE SMH SMH and seeing you ramble about the play you're currently doing in our texts rn dear god those are lyrics and i love them

anyway point is i love you so much and i hope you have a wonderful rest of your night after reading this o/

#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#we have mail :]#my love felix <3 <3 #i have a FEWWWW more things to say but I'm keeping those a secret for later smile #sorry for the random attack bye bye now

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ben10ocfanfic · 10 months

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Tale of 10

Chapter 5

1. The four of them stared at the fireballs heading right for them. And being brave ,smart and, cunning individuals they decided to take action. By immediately running into the RV.

2"Jesse now's the Time to start the fucking truck!" DJ yelled. Everyone piled into the truck with DJ going last due to his fiery situation. The group barely had time to sit down.

3. Everyone was sporadic as Jesse slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The sudden movement of the vehicle causing the three boys to land on each other. This also caused Rick to yell out as he landed on DJ.

4."Fuck! Dude you burned my ass!"DJ then looked at his friend with a deadpan stare."I can't exactly unfire right now." Rick proceeded to shut up after DJs response.

5. With the boys finally getting to their seats the RV sped way past the illegal limit. The ride itself became bumpy as they finally made it back to the main road with the fireballs still in pursuit. Due to his own curiosity DJ open the window to look.

6."Oh shit." It was all DJ can say as he saw what was following. It seemed to be three machines the same color as the scrap he saw earlier with red lights flashing like eyes. The machine itself seemed to resemble a spinning top with some sort of slim claw like appendages coming off at the sides.

7. About now all the other boys had taken a look. none of them spoke a word. They weren't quite sure what they were seeing. At least not until the first laser was shot at them.

8. The beam fired from one of the claw like appendages of the lead robot. DJ was nearly hit with it whizzing past his face. The realization Hit The boys. These things were trying to kill them.

9. "Gringo you better hit the gas. These things are trying to make flambe out of us!"Josè screamed."what do you think im doing!" Jesse responded as his grip tightened on the wheel.

10. Soon more laser shots were being blasted towards the RV some of them causing holes in the roof. The boys quickly scurried trying to find cover with DJ being unsuccessful do to his slightly larger size.

11. With being unable to cover DJ looks back out the window. The robots weren't letting up. DJ wish he could do something but he didn't even know what he was.

12. "Hold out your hand Palm opened."DJ looked behind him he heard a voice. It's voice was raspy and quiet and definitely not one of his companions. he quickly gazed and made sure there wasn't a still way behind him yet all he saw where his friends taking cover.

13."Do it. if you wish to survive hold out your hand towards the robot! We do not have time to explain!" He looked behind back towards the window. He saw no one but as he was about to die ,he figured why not.

14. He did as he was told and held out his hand with his palm open."now curl the tips of your fingers like a claw!"the voice sounded more strand and raspy. It was as if the voice was struggling to speak. But DJ did as it told.

15. Upon making a claw like motion he noticed the burning hot plasma of his hand was creating a ball of fire. The molten hot plasma condensed right in his palm."now spread your fingers out an fire!"

16. Upon doing as he was told the ball in his hand flung towards the first robot. The fire engulfing and causing the machine to explode. Leaving nothing but a smoldering pile of molten metal crashing into the asphalt.

17. DJ looked at his hand stunned by what he had done. As he did the others looked at him their faces filled with awe. Dj couldn't help but smirk an joke."I guess that's why I yell heat blast."

18. Without a second thought he aimed his hand again and repeated the movements. Firing another blast towards the second robot. Once again the blast hit directly. The second bot exploding into pieces and covering the street in little bits of debree.

19. He then aimed at the last bot he saw and fired at it. Destroying it in one quick attack. He smiled and look back at everyone. They were all looking at him, even Jesse who was still driving."I got all three of them!"

18. Rick and Jose walked out high-fiving each other and Air high-fiving DJ. But Jesse just looked at them."weren't there four of them?"Jesse asked as everyone looked at him. Before another one of them could speak a crash was herd as it smashed through the windshield flying right past Jesse and cutting his cheek.

19. The the bot slammed right into the chest of Heat blast embedding it's blade into his Rocky chest. DJ desperately tried to pull the thing off but it kept slamming him into the floorboard."Fuck fuck!" DJ screamed as the pain of being slammed down intensified.

20. Jesse was quick slamming on the brakes as Rick and Jose desperately tryed to pry the robot off their freind."Move out of my way!" Jesse yelled as the sound of him cocking his shotgun was heard. He pointed it right at the robot's head blasting it to pieces. With a robot's head destroyed heatblast was finally able to toss the robot aside.

21. As DJ stood up he spat out a few bits of metal that flew into his mouth. The molten metal now burning a tiny hole into the floorboard."thanks Jess."DJ took a deep breath as he thanked his friend.

22. Jesse looked over him and the damage to the RV. He gave out a sigh as he knew that the damages were going to be a pain in the ass. But he was thankful no one was dead."don't mention it dude. I knew if our situations were reversed you do the same. Now let's get out of here and somewhere safe then we can deal with this whole situation."He gestured his hand twords DJ as he spoke.

23. "Sounds good to me. Oh did you guys hear a weird voice it really freaked me out?" DJ looked from face to face as he asked. Jesse was the only one to answer."only thing we heard was laser fire. But whatever's happing we'll deal with it once we get somewhere safe." And with that the boys headed out once more.

#ben 10 #fanfic #comedy #action #violence

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sunbedo · 9 months

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Some of my favorite band kid antics from this past year cause im feeling nostalgic

One of my fellow trumpets in jazz band, a freshman, wrote some really dumb (affectionate) lyrics to one of our jazz pieces that didnt have any. It was basically just the title of the song repeated a few times with some related lyrics, to the tune of the trumpet part. He emailed it to the creator of the song for shits and grins, but the creator said he liked it and approved!

Some of our designated funnymen hid Kung Fu Panda mcdonalds toys around our band director's office

One of said designated funnymen, a Junior tuba, got obsessed, along with his friends (well, friends is kind of an understatement, they were more like a group of the trope of 'its not gay if i kiss the homies goodnight', aka just gay tender enough to make you wonder. but it was still pretty funny), with playing chess, both online and irl, for the last few months of school. He proceeded to sit our band director down after school before our Prism concert and beat him atleast five times

The first day of the Prism concert, after school while we were waiting till it started at six, one of our mellows (the freshman who made the jazz lyrics btw) and one of our senior euphoniums (the senior class had already had their last day by this point) had what they called an "alfredo off". Each of them brought in alfredo pasta they had made and had our band director judge which one was best. The senior had made like, two pounds of it that she brought in big aluminum tins so everyone had some. she put like a pound of cheese in it and it was so buttery and good.....

Unfortunately the mellow jazz lyric freshman was disqualified, as his mom's recipe included jar alfredo mix which was apparently not counted as homemade 😞

I lost my voice a good few times from shouting chants very loudly at football games and pep rallies

The second day of waiting after school for the Prism concert saw one of our trombones (I say, as if there was more than one trombone during marching season this year (our band was very small) lmao) in my year bringing in a gallon of milk to mix with nesquik syrup, because apparently our band director had never had chocolate milk before. Apparently one of the trombone guy's friends had won a nesquik-themed gift basket in a raffle of some kind, but the friend didnt want it and gave it to him. It had like little metal spoons with the rabbit on them and everything. And, yes, they drank it while also playing chess

One of the skits for Prism was a 'Viking trio' where two of our horn freshman (including the jazz lyrics alfredo one, yes) did a duel complete with plastic swords and viking helmets and fake beards, using their french horns as shields, while our band captain/horn and high brass section leader sang some sort of opera (her voice is absolutely beautiful btw).

During one of the many rehearsals done the evenings before the actual concert, they were doing the viking skit but the two dueling weren't really paying attention to where they were on stage, and jazz lyric alfredo guy ended up backing up very quickly.... into one of the walls at the side of the stage. It was all good, the back of his head just hurt for a little bit, but we had alot of fun joking around about it and whenever he messed up on stage/behind the wings he would be like "its not my fault dude, ive got brain damage!"

Speaking of that, the Viking trio... trio got a large amount of the band speaking in southern accents around the end of the year. All of our french horns, including them, in concert band played trumpet in jazz band.... meaning i had to stand next to them. They had been joking around and getting on eachother jokingly the whole year (to the point that our band director had to tell them to pay attention several times.... sigh), and at this point the two freshman (including lyric alfredo guy) had a bit where they were a couple and spoke in southern accents (one of those kinda 'bromance'.... things.... at the band awards night at the end of the year they won "most dynamic duo" and stared lovingly into each other's' eyes while the picture was taken), mostly calling eachother "sweetpea" and "honeybun"

So eventually, the southern accent thing rubbed off on our band captain the one who sung opera in the viking trio. It's important to note that our jazz band setup had the trumpets in back against the wall behind the trombones, and at the other side of the line of us (we had six trumpets including me, i was at the other side of the line near the corner of the wall with the other person from the horn section, as we both played the 4th part and would often share a stand) was the drum set. One day, the band captain/horn/jazz trumpet/jazz vocalist grabbed one of the spare drum sticks that had fallen on the ground... and started calling it a 'bone'. This lead to several times where when the other two of the trio wouldn't shut up in jazz band she would threaten to... bone them. and then they would start referring to her as. (sigh) the boner... as she would. bone them. i wish i was making this up.

This very funny feuding bit (i will admit that i cracked up laughing on several occasions) lasted for a while. and eventually it just started rubbing off on quite a few people, including me (bringing me back to my southern roots, as i claimed.... keep in mind we live in florida). I look back on it fondly, even though it was hard to listen/focus on what our band director was saying from the very back of the setup while they were also laughing and talking for most of the time.... 🙃. But like I said, it was all in good fun

In addition the funnyman junior tuba who got his group of 'sweetpeas'... by which i mean friends... into chess, also fell victim to the southern accents and feuded several times with the other horn freshman from the viking trio over the jazz lyric alfredo freshman.... it was like the world weirdest non-romantic polycule

In jazz band the tuba guy played trombone.... by which i mean he had only recently started playing it in order to be in jazz band. There were several times over the course of the year where he would flat out refuse to play a certain part in some of the songs because they were out of his range... our band director didn't get too mad because that was just how the guy is... like, "oh, classic [tuba guy's name]!" Our band director still made him play the parts he could (and some of the parts he couldn't yet, with some pushing).

He campaigned several times for an opportunity to play 'jazz tuba', to the point where he specifically remembered, from like the very beginning of the year, that one of the times he asked for it our director offhandedly said something "I'll let you do for one song this year but that's it". He reminded our director of this before our big end-of-the-year jazz festival performance, and though he was very sceptical and didn't remember saying it at all (several of us remembered and backed up the tuba guy's claim, even though it was definitely something that was said just to make him shut up about it), our director did let him play tuba in one of our pieces during the festival and prism.

That being said, he sat right in front of me in jazz band, and during class he would turn around and push my stand down. I cannot describe the amount of rage he inspires in me, and I threatened him several times over the course of the year (all in good fun, but it was. super. annoying.). Unfortunately nothing fazes him ever, but he did eventually stop later in the year (once our band captain noticed when she wasn't threatening to 'bone' other members of her section)

One of my absolute favorite moments: during jazz band, I had asked our band director which version of Pokemon Scarlet/Violet he was getting (since he already talked about preordering it), and he was talking about the version specific pokemon, yadda yadda yadda, and then I yelled out that I would get scarlet cause the professor lady is hot, and everyone burst out laughing

One of the trumpet freshman in concert band started slipping pencils into our director's pocket. and then saying "check your pockets" to him during class. Though he only did it a handful of times, it was enough to make our director paranoid when he randomly said it during class

Not necessarily band related, but another one of our trumpet freshman showed me that, somehow, around the very strict district website blocking, that he and his friends had pirated 6 of the main series fnaf games. Apparently they used the big bulkier computers in the game and sim room and just emailed it to their school laptops. Just sharing bc i am very impressed and proud

#cherry chortles #band kids #marching band #concert band #jazz band #its v fun being in band. and painful (marching season) and stressful (also marching season but specifically having to play pieces by memory #i was appointed head librarian this year!!! woohoo!!#sure maybe its literally the most important job in the band because we literally all rely on music.#and sure maybe there is so fucking much to do in the library because so much is unorganized from this past year #and the solo & ensemble music hasn't been combed over for what pieces qualifie to be performed and judged for. literal years #but i can do it!!! 😤😤💯👊#long post #i guess lol

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jaekaicx · 2 years

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I'm late but I just saw the ask thing you rebloged like yesterday, possibly the day before, so I'm here now. Also it's like 23:20

- Things I want to know about you; What's your favorite color? How do you spell the color you get from mixing black and white? What's your favorite number?

- Why I follow you; I saw you around a lot before I actually followed you. It was mostly when I was into toh, I'd see your posts. Then I got into Amphibia and you posted a doodle set of and incorrect quote I posted. I don't think I followed you then, but I remember my sister joking about not following you bc you weren't following me. I don't really care about that stuff, it's just a vivid part of my memory. But around that time, I think it was after the doodle set, I sent an ask about tansmasc Marshall and i kinda just decided i was gonna stay.

- What’s on my mind/what I'm thinking about; I'm worried I'll never be able to write again. I'm not burnt-out, maybe it's the trade class i'm taking on top of highschool, but I just don't have the energy for creativity.

- Make you choose between two things; Apples or Oranges? Grapes or Olives? Sweet or Unsweet Tea?

- A compliment; Idk what classifies as a compliment but I like your art. It makes me smile. And your au is a huge comfort.

- Ask for advice; idk, What helps you fall asleep at night?

- Tell you a secret; I struggle with a lot a social things but this girl has told me multiple times she likes me and I have no idea if she actually means it or if she even means it in that way, idk if I want her to.

- Things I associate you with; he/they, Marshall wu, for some reason acceptance, your froggos au, ninjago, i can't tell if its dark green or dark red but one of those colors my brain associates w/ you the most

- Anything!!; 4 exclamation points is too many, also, my cat doesn't have a tail.

whoa thanks! i guess its speedrun time

- fav color: red; i usually spell it as "gray"; fav number: uhhhhh 57? for no particular reason

- oh cool!! glad you stuck around! maybe i'll try posting more doodle dumps

- huh the trade class sounds interesting, but yeah sorry, that sucks :( hope your schedule clears up soon sending you good vibes <3

- uhhhh oranges, grapes, and uh neither? honestly im not particularly fond of any of these and ive never rly had tea so idk

- aaaa thank you! im so glad :D

- dude your asking the wrong person i am literally writing this at 00:13 and i start school in the morning kfhksbdksns

- ok honestly i also struggle a lot w social stuff so i do not know what to add, other than i wish you best of luck with that

- hell yes! my life goal is to make people associate me with red so! success!! and idk if i should be, but i feel. proud? to be associated with all of those, thats rly cool !! the acceptance bit is really interesting

- sucks that you cant send pictures in anonymous asks bc otherwise i'd demand some cat pictures >:0 /not forced

#akhfjshdj sorry the secret bit isnt supposed so sound sarcastic or anything i rly hope that turns out alright #you didnt have to do the whole thing but thank you!! this was fun!!#i love getting asks! just gotta get better at responding to them lol #j answers #ask #anon #anonymous #k.txt

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myfuckingpenexploded · 4 months

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having trauma is so silly (pronounced: awkward and makes you and other people want to cry) sometimes. especially with new friends.

THIS IS A PS I DO NOT WANT PEOPLE TO DO WHAT HE DID AND TRY TO ONE UP MY TRAUMA, I KNOW SOME PEOPLE HAVE IT WORSE THAN ME, THAT DOESN'T MAKE MY SITuATion ANY BETtER

!warning this vent mentions a dead parent, a (censored) slur used against me and basically me being an idiot!

The other day my friends let me vent to them and they were all joking bout how I aparently have a 'sad anime backstory' and everything was fine. So yeah, I was explaining something to a dude who was confused when another friend sends in the gc:

"think you have tough lives? look at this and be gratefull" *insert link to their corriculum*

This was virtual but if they could see me I would look like the person from The Scream (that painting)

So I was jokingly *because my dumbass thought he was joking* saying "idk dude my mom died so I think my life was pretty tough"

and when I tell you all hell broke loose, I mean it.

one of my friend was joking around awkwardly about it, another was basically judging him, and oh the poor man himself? girl im sorry I felt so guilty in that moment because he kept apollogizing and saying he didn't know. After everything calmed down, I explained that he actually didn't have the worst way of finding out.

so without furthur explanation, here is horrible reasons people have given me so I've had to tell people my mom was dead:

Ur mom jokes

saying "your momma probably hates you"

saying "At least you have a normal family" (this one is wrong in many ways but we're not getting into it)

a teacher who got pissed at me for not doing a mothers day project

saying "Why do you never let me meet with your mom"

saying "Why did you say was when talking about your mom's job? did she get fired or something"

more ur mom jokes

the classic "I bet your mom is reall proud of you" (yes in the context of me being queer, they were an ass)

calling me a "literall motherfucker"

saying "Fatherless f----t, mom probably left her as well"

saying that "your life is so easy, I wish my parents weren't divorced and still together like yours"

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yeah, that was bad.... why does this keep happening to meeeee lol

#tw dead parent #tw homophobia #tw swearing #tw vent #jokingly #I made a mistake #how do I keep getting in these situations #its lowkey sad???#lighthearted vent

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