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mars-ipan · 2 years
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hm. maybe it is not a good thing that the idea of going back to school fills me with so much dread that i’d rather be exhausted tomorrow than end my break now .
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morganbritton132 · 9 months
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Love the idea of Steve and Eddie being so sickening in love that Eddie calling him by his name makes Steve be like “why are you being mean”. Imagining how funny it would be if Steve was hanging out with a new friend or co worker or something at the house for the first time and Eddie comes in and is like “hey Steve” and kisses him on the cheek before introductions and obligatory “how was your day” and when Eddie leaves a couple minutes later the new friend is about to comment on how nice Steve’s husband seems when Steve turns to her and is like “I’m so so sorry you had to see that he is not usually like that he is just still pissy about (insert dumb funny thing here)”
This is cute and hilarious, and it’s so canon to this AU that it hurts. I love it so much.
I’m picturing Steve having a group of teachers over because they’re part of a committee and they’re planning an event at the school. Some of the teachers are people that Steve has known years, but the majority are people who don’t know Eddie outside of the guy that sometimes picks Steve up on bad brain days.
They’re in the thick of making posters and streamers when Eddie comes into the house, guitar case in hand from practicing at Jeff’s. He comes into the dining room where everybody is, plants a kiss on Steve’s cheek like, “Hey, Steve. Missed you.”
“Missed you more,” Steve hums back, sinking into Eddie’s side when he wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him closer.
Eddie rests his head on Steve’s shoulder and looks down at the poster he is making. It’s very glittery. He asks, “How’s it going?”
He listens attentively as Steve tells him of all they’ve accomplished and even reminds him of something that he said he wanted to do for the event and forgot about. He smiles and shakes hands when he’s introduced to other teachers and even recalls some of the things Steve told him about them.
At the ends of it, Eddie kisses Steve’s cheek again, tells him that they’re doing amazing work, and then says, “I’ve got a melody in my head, gonna go iron it out. Let me know if you need anything.”
He even says as he leaves, “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” Steve echoes back. Once the basement door closes, Steve just sighs and says so apologetically, “I’m so sorry you had to see that and if it made any of you uncomfortable. He’s not typically like that, you know. He’s just mad at me right now because I won’t walk a red carpet with him next week.”
At first everybody thinks that he’s joking but Steve looks so genuinely embarrassed that they have to believe him. Everybody is just like, “Excuse me, he’s mad at you?? He isn’t usually like that??? Meaning that he’s typically more loving and affectionate???”
Kathy, a seventh grade English teacher who shares way too much about her failing marriage, is just like, “Shoot, I can’t even get my husband to say he loves me half the time.”
“Kathy,” Steve says sincerely. “You need to divorce your husband.”
“I know.”
There’s a beat of silence before David, a newer teacher at the school, asks, “Red carpet? He is like, movie star or something?”
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hisui-dreamer · 1 year
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Hi! I saw your headcanons where we tickle the boys and thought if I could ask for the reverse? They tickling the mc (no need to specify the gender, so everyone can feel comfortable reading ^ - ^)
{explaining better}
MC/Yn doesn't pay any attention to them, so they decide to get revenge.
<3
attention, please?
Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)
Synopsis: A few days after your tickle attack, your lover finds you awfully distracted by your phone, and it seems he feels a bit neglected. What better way to get your attention than with the taste of your own medicine?
Tags: tickling, fluff, slight hurt much comfort, reader is ticklish, reader is kinda obsessed with Magicam, bot proofread
Word count: 2.3k+
Notes: Thank for your ask! This post is the part 2 of this post. Thank you @shinmon-c for providing me with expert advice in Riddle's part!
Part 1 ✧ Vice Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Masterlist
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the two of you planned a study date at ramshackle
Riddle was worried about your grades and volunteered to tutor you
but when he arrives, he finds you completely engrossed in your phone, scrolling at the latest trends on Magicam
he clears his throat, trying to get your attention, but you didn't even look up
"Really? You can't even put that thing down for two seconds to talk to me?" he says, his voice laced with irritation
he’s internally cursing cater for setting a bad example
you ignore him to the point that scolding you had absolutely no effect
then he resorts to tickling, it worked for you last time, didn’t it?
and bonus! he gets to hear you laugh!
so after feeling neglected by you for far, far too long, he reaches out to return the tickle attack
he’s mad, upset, and he’s relentless, his fingers dancing along your sides and under your arms
don’t think he’s forgiven you now that your attention is on him
he demands an apology and some comfort in the form of your affection
did you really not want to talk to him that much?
scolds you for spending too much time on your phone, but his tone is soft and he just really cares for you
now, let’s get to studying so you can make him proud, okay?
Riddle finally relents, standing back and crossing his arms. "Well, maybe if you weren't always on your phone, you would have noticed me trying to talk to you. I just want to spend time with you, my rose, but it feels like you don't care," he said, his tone softer now, a visible pout on his lips.
He flushes as he finds that his initial reaction may have been a bit childish. "My rose, I want us to be able to enjoy each other's company without any distractions," he says, feeling a bit vulnerable in admitting how clingy he is.
He nods, grateful for your understanding. "Thank you, love. I appreciate it. Let's put our phones away and get to studying, okay?" he says softly as he offers you a small smile, feeling happy to have your attention once again.
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you promised to spend time with Leona in the botanical gardens, and he’s keeping himself awake just for you
but here you are, on your phone, basically ignoring him
as each second passes as you continue to scroll mindlessly through Magicam, you’re completely oblivious to his growing irritation
he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, "ugh, you sure love that thing, don't ya?" he mutters
and you had the audacity to not respond, too engrossed in whatever you were reading
really it would have been better if you were ranting or scolding him about his laziness
grumpy lion is now extra grumpy
how are you more interested in your phone when he is right in front of you??
for shame
if you won’t show him attention, he’ll make you
he lunges forward and starts tickling you without warning, digging his fingers into your sides and armpits
you yelp in surprise, dropping your phone and trying to wriggle away from his touch
keyword: try
this man’s strength is not something to be underestimated, he holds you in place for his attack
lions always give their all when hunting, even if the target is just a rabbit
he grins as you try to push him away, enjoying the way you wriggle and laugh under his touch.
when he finally stops, he has such a smug grin on his face, feeling so damn pleased that he had gotten your attention.
"Oi, herbivore, pay attention to me," Leona teased, tickling you even harder. "I’ll show you I'm way more interesting than that thing."
"Now, we'll see if you dare ignore me next time," he huffs, smirking.
You pant for air, looking up at him with a mix of annoyance and amusement, but he only shrugged, "I did ask," he says, smugness dripping in his tone. "But you weren't listenin', so I took matters into my own hands." He sits back, feeling satisfied that he’s gotten you so dishevelled. "That's better," he chuckles, pulling you into his arms gently, in stark contrast to his touch earlier.
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it’s a slow day in mostro lounge and Azul finally has some time to spend with his wonderful lover
but you were sitting on the couch in the office, too busy on your phone to properly respond to his questions
this sends octopus boi into a panic
is it because he was too busy? is it because he scammed your friends? do you hate him now???
okay Azul, deep breaths, calm down
"Angelfish, are you upset at me?" he asks tentatively
you barely look up from your phone, murmuring a quiet "hmm? no?" before returning to whatever is on screen
he feels a bit annoyed, he’s incredibly greedy for your attention after all
you should always return what you borrow, so it’s only fair that he gets to tickle you for attention
he leans over and begins to tickle your sensitive spots, making you jump and drop your phone
when you look up you see his flushed cheeks and he’s pouting
but now that you’re focused on him, he pulls you into his lap, holding you tight
it’s almost like he’s trying to wrap all of his limbs around you to hold you in place
he’s a bit embarrassed about his childish antics, but desperate times call for desperate measures
and you can’t get more desperate when your beloved angelfish refuses to pay attention to you
also remember to reassure him that yes, you love him, or else the thought won’t leave his mind
Azul snuggled into your neck, feeling much better now that he had your attention. "Is your phone that interesting? Angelfish, won’t you give me some attention too? You're supposed to be my lover, not your phone's lover."
"I know I’m sometimes too busy with work, but I truly care for you… No, of course there’s no catch! What sort of lover do you think I am?" He pulls back, looking very offended.
"What would you like to do now? I’m feeling benevolent, so I’ll let you choose," he huffs, smugly pushing his glasses. "I’m fine with anything as long as your attention is solely on me."
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the two of you are hanging out, spending some time together after a hectic week
he’s sooo happy you’re with him, he leans in to give you a soft kiss on your temple
but when he tries to snuggle up to you, he realises you’re not paying attention at all, just endlessly scrolling through Magicam
he pouts a little, trying to talk to you, but you only give him short, distracted answers
he’s determined if not anything, he peeks over your shoulder and watches your phone with you like, "what are you looking at??"
he’s content like this for a while, but eventually he wants to be the center of your attention
oh! he’ll tickle you like you did to him last time!
with his mind set, he reaches over and starts tickling your sides, just like you had done to him the day before.
you yelp in surprise, bursting into laughter as you try to push him away
but this man is so persistent, you’re laughing and it makes him laugh with you
unfortunately for you, this means he’ll continue tickling you until both of you run out of breath, gasping for air
he’ll hold you close and nuzzle closer to you, beaming at your attention now
you can’t even get mad at him; he looks so glad to have you look at him
Kalim stopped tickling you and leaned in to plant kisses all over you. "I just wanted to remind you that I'm here too. I love spending time with you, but I feel like I'm competing with your phone sometimes," he says, looking into your eyes.
"See, now that I have your attention, we can talk and spend some time together, ahaha!" he says, nudging you playfully.
He smiled, feeling relieved that he finally had your full attention. "Oh oh! Do you wanna dance with me? I’ll teach you all the steps! Or if there’s something you want to do, just tell me!" he said, snuggling up next to you.
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as a world-famous actor, your boyfriend has an incredibly busy schedule and unfortunately, he doesn’t get to spend as much time with you as he likes
so when you and Vil are relaxing in his room on a rare day off and he’s eager to spend some quality time with you
but you’re completely engrossed in your phone? barely paying him any attention???
he feels a twinge of irritation but he holds back the scowl to prevent wrinkles on his forehead
"Darling, are you listening to me?" he asks, waving his hand in front of your face
but you reply absentmindedly, still scrolling through your phone.
granted you’re scrolling through fanpages of your incredibly gorgeous boyfriend, but still, how could those edits compare to the real thing???
he’s jealous of himself and the best solution of course is to give you a taste of your own medicine
once your focus shifts to him and you start protesting between giggles, he’ll stop
after all, he wouldn’t want his dearest to have too many wrinkles either, this was more about getting even with you
once he stops, he’ll start scolding you about your screen time
but now that he has your undivided attention, it’s time to start your spa day
"I'm trying to get your attention," Vil says with a mischievous grin. "You've been staring at your phone for far too long, and I want some quality time with my beautiful lover." You roll your eyes, but you can't help but laugh at his sudden playfulness.
"Darling, you've been spending a lot of time on your phone lately," he says, his voice softening. "I'm just worried about your eyesight, and the strain that it might be putting on your eyes. Make sure to take breaks and be mindful of your screen time, okay?"
He smiles triumphantly, feeling a sense of satisfaction at your attention. "Now," he said, taking your hands into his, "how about we spend some quality time together, without any distractions?"
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Idia comes to visit you (the shock, the horror, the otaku has left his room!!!) to spend more time with you, but when he arrives, you’re completely absorbed in your phone, barely acknowledging his presence because of some trend on Magicam
he’s hurt, was he not interesting enough to hold your attention???
it was the perfect time for revenge after your tickle attack the other day
he pounced on you, tickling mercilessly, "pay attention to me! I'm way more interesting than your stupid phone!"
it was super effective!
those gamer reflexes make his fingers insanely quick and nimble
you laugh and squirm, asking him to stop
but oh what’s this? he’s really enjoying the feeling of power and control? uh oh.
honestly he probably only stops when you kick him a bit too hard when you try to push him away
okay maybe he deserved that for not stopping, but ouch
still, satisfied with his revenge, he stops tickling you and smirks at you catching your breath
he invites you to play a chill co-op game once you’ve regained your composure
okay mayybe he had overreacted earlier, but hey! he put in the effort to get out of his room to hang out with you in ramshackle!
he deserves some attention from you for his bravery
Idia chuckles, feeling victorious. " That's right, you better pay attention to me. I'm the boss monster you can't ignore! Meh heh heh..."
"Hrk! What the heck? You're like Chun-Li with that kick!" he complains, rubbing his sore leg.
Idia finally relents, feeling a sense of satisfaction from the tickle battle. "Okay, I'll give you a break for now. But next time, I'll be ready with my secret tickling combo moves! Now, let’s conquer this game together and unlock all the achievements!"
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it’s perfect weather for your nightly stroll but when he arrives at ramshackle, he notices that you were too absorbed in your phone to even acknowledge him
honestly, what was the appeal of staring at a small screen???
he’s pouting and a bit annoyed but your lover is very patient so he’ll wait until you’re done
…waiting…
"Child of Man, does that piece of metal truly interest you more than I do?"
grows increasingly frustrated with your lack of attention, he tries to start conversations, but all his attempts are met with short, distracted responses
okay, he’s had enough.
well last time you tried to tickle him to get his attention, so that means it’s an effective solution, right?
thinks back to your attempts at tickling him, and mirrors your actions, wriggling his fingers at several spots until you’re laughing uncontrollably
once you ask him to stop, he’ll relent, though the grin on his face is incredibly triumphant
your lover is very gentle, and he’ll immediately rub your back with soothing touches as you gasp for air
but now beware, he’s learned how to tickle you, and he can easily get your attention anytime he wants it now
oh well, too late for regrets now, he’s buzzing with excitement for your walk
Malleus chuckles softly and finally relents, pulling back and offering his hand to help his lover up. "Heh, I just wanted your attention," he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
He smiles, pleased that he had managed to lighten the mood. "Now, shall we go for a walk outside in the gardens? It's a beautiful day. I heard there are some rare constellations in sight right now."
He beams when you put your hand in his. "My dear Child of Man, I wish your attention was on me more often… I find it unbearable when you ignore me." He says, deep in contemplation.
Part 1 ✧ Vice Dorm Leader Vers ✧ Masterlist
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janeyseymour · 3 months
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Potential part 2 to Bridge Over Troubled Water. Maybe something about them finally confessing their feelings, or the reader finishing their degree and Mel is worried about seeing them less thinking they're going back to working in the suburbs but maybe they get transferred to Abbott. That's if you're feeling up to it of course
So... this took way longer than anticipated, but it's here, and she's done (and as always unedited). I hope you enjoy!
Bridge Over Troubled Water Pt 2
Part 1.
WC: 5.5k (exactly!)
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Since the two of you finally confessed your feelings for each other, you’ve found the balance between work and home life as well as the dynamic between the two of you as teacher and aide. Really, not much has changed- you can’t blame Ava for having figured the two of you out before even you two knew what there was with the two of you. 
That was two semesters ago, and you’re quickly approaching the end of your masters degree. You’ve been seeing Melissa for a little over a year, and it’s been great. She’s your best friend, the best mentor, and the biggest supporter for you when you need to be told it’s going to be okay in terms of your graduate degree. But now that’s almost finished. You have three more final papers to write, one group presentation, and a speech to finish, and then you’ll have your masters in reading.
“You’re doing great, hon,” your girlfriend tells you as you type away furiously at your laptop at her kitchen island.
You jump nearly a foot in the air. You had been so focused on your paper that you didn’t even realize she had moved from her station at the stove to right behind you. 
“Jesus, Mel,” you chuckle once your shock wears off. “Give a girl some warning first.”
She wraps her arms around your shoulders and kisses the top of your head. “I thought you saw me move from the stove. Sorry, babe.”
You turn red. “My bad.”
“It’s alright, amore. You were focused on your paper, and I’m so proud of you.”
“I can’t wait to be done with it all,” you sigh. 
“You’re almost there,” she tells you. “And then you can just relax through the end of the school year with me and figure everything else out during the summer.”
You worry your lip through your teeth. “I think I’ve figured out what I’m doing already though.”
“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”
You close your laptop and turn around in her arms. “I think I’m going to go back to the school I was at before- at least for a little bit. I know I have job security there, and the principal already asked me about returning to finish out the school year for one of the old second grade teachers who has to go out on maternity leave- at least to finish up the school year.”
“What?” she sounds shocked. “And you’re going to-“
“I think I have to if I want any sort of job security for next year,” you tell her. “But I’ll still do everything I can to-“
“You’re just going to leave the kids like that? Leave me like that?”
“Baby, it isn’t like that,” you whisper and pull her in closer. “You know how the teaching career paths are. And I know that my old school finishes before Abbott, so I can come in for the last week with you, and-“
Melissa takes a shaky breath. “You have to do what’s best for you, as much as it kills me… have you told anyone else?”
“Just Ava,” you mumble. “I was going to tell you tomorrow when we went out for dinner.”
“Okay.” She bites her lip. She knows you have to do what’s best for you, and she knows you’re right. You need job security. And she’ll be fine with the two classes together again; the two of you have pretty much figured out how to teach both classes seamlessly. But now she’s worried about how this is going to affect the relationship between the two of you- she won’t see you nearly as much.
“Please tell me you’re not mad,” you practically beg her.
“I’m not,” she tells you truthfully. “Just thinking about how the kids are going to miss you… how I’ll miss you.”
“You’ll see me,” you promise her. “We’re dating.”
“I know,” she sighs. “But it’ll be different. I’ll have my classes, you’ll have your class, and when we’re together, we’ll both be swamped with grading and planning.”
“I’m sure we can figure it out, hon. We’ll set aside time to grade together, we’ll see if at least our second grades line up to plan together for, and I’ll make sure that we have our time together to focus on things other than schoolwork.”
“You better,” she chuckles nervously, reaching down to palm your ass. 
“I love you,” you whisper as you set your forehead against hers.
“I love you too,” she tells you, but she’s still nervous.
When you get your degree, Melissa is the first one to wrap you up in a hug, peck your lips, and tell you how proud of you she is. Your parents are second, and they grin when they see how happy you are with your girlfriend. They had been wary in the beginning of your relationship, but now they fully embrace the fiery redhead in your life as family.
The four of you have a wonderful meal provided by Melissa at her house, and your parents sing her praises.
“My god,” your dad chuckles. “What you do with food woman… you should’ve been a chef instead.”
“I thought about it,” your girlfriend laughs. “But I’d say being a teacher worked out just fine.” She gives you a nudge and squeezes your thigh just slightly.
Dinner is wonderful, your parents head out with warm hugs and kisses to both yours and Melissa’s cheeks, and then it’s just the two of you.
“I’m so proud of you,” she tells you as you curl up on the couch together. “So proud.”
“I know you are,” you chuckles softly. “You’ve only told me a million times today.”
“Because I am,” she grins brightly and kisses you again. “My girl’s got her masters, and she’s going to do great… wherever she might end up.”
That night ends with the two of you in bed, sweaty and grinning as she pulls you into her arms. You both get good rest that night.
On your official last day at Abbott as Melissa’s aide, the kids shower you in presents, cards, poems, drawings… anything and everything you could think of- one of the kids brought it in for you- even a jar of pickles. You chuckle at that one.
“I’m assuming this is your doing?”
“I had it put on the list,” she laughs. “And I had to specifically ask for the dill, because I know you refuse to eat gherkins.”
“You’re the best,” you hip check her. 
“I do my best, babe,” she whispers back. “I am going to miss working with you.”
She hands you a note to go along with all of the kids’ stuff.
“Can I read it now, or should I read it later?”
“Maybe later,” Melissa tells you. “For now, enjoy your party, and then we do have dinner with the crew after school today.”
“We do?”
“You think we’d send you off without a true Abbott celebration?” she laughs. “Of course we have a special outing for you- down at Oscar’s- your favorite skanky dive bar.”
“You’re getting the Barbara Howard to my favorite skanky dive bar?”
“I am,” the redhead chuckles. “She loves you a lot, and I promised her it wouldn’t be too much since it’s a Wednesday at four in the afternoon.”
After many tearful goodbyes (even though you promise the kids they’ll see you for the last week of school), you walk out of the school hand in hand with your girlfriend.
“Can I open it now?” You clutch the envelope Melissa had handed you earlier in the day.
“If you really want to,” she rolls her eyes playfully as she opens the door for you. “But you can’t get all weepy. We have our friends to meet, and they don’t need to know I’m soft for you.”
“Everyone knows you’re soft for me,” you tease her. “Janine fully walked in on you massaging my back the one day in the teachers’ lounge because I had terrible cramps.”
“And I told the kid that if she told anyone, she’d regret it,” Melissa tells you.
“And then she told everyone, and you still haven’t made her regret it because you love me too much to harass our friend.”
“Shut up. Are you going to read it or not?”
“Maybe later if it’s going to make me cry.”
“I really am dating a softy, aren’t I?”
“You really are,” you grin innocently. “And you love me for it.”
When the two of you walk inside, everyone else is already there with drinks in hand.
“Aye, there’s our girl!” Jacob grins and wraps you up in a hug. “You did it!”
“I did,” you chuckle as you awkwardly pat his back before pulling away and being passed around to your friends. 
You make eye contact with your usual bartender, who just smirks and starts pouring your drink for you. He slides it over to you with a wink and a nod of the head. “Congrats, kid. We’re gonna miss having you come around here.”
“I think everybody forgets that I’m not really going anywhere,” you laugh as you take a sip of your beer and find your way into Melissa’s side again. “This one’s keeping me around for a long time, so I’ll be around.”
“But it’ll be different,” Janine argues. “You won’t be at Abbott with us anymore, and you won’t get to see half the stuff we talk about!”
“I wish I didn’t have to see half the stuff we talk about,” you joke. “And I will be back for the last week of school. It’s really just these three weeks that I’m filling in at my old school.”
There’s a nagging thought in the back of your girlfriend’s mind that tells her that might be your actual last day at Abbott if you decide to go back to your school in the suburbs.
“I, for one,” Ava cuts in. “Am glad that I will no longer have competition over who is the hottest in the school.”
“Ava!” Melissa rolls her eyes. 
Everybody raises their glasses towards you and cheers to you and your accomplishment.
After quite of few hours of drinking, exchanging silly Abbott stories, recounting how you and your girlfriend tiptoed around each other’s feelings for quite a bit before finally just biting the bullet and dating and how Ava won a shitload of money off of Mr. Johnson over their bet, and some good bar food, your crew starts to head out.
“You did good, sweetheart,” Barb hugs you gently. “Gerald is here to pick me up now, but I assume I’ll see you on Saturday for shopping?”
“You will,” you mumble into her shoulder.
“I’m just going to miss you so much!” Janine wipes a tear as she lunges forward to hug you.
“I think she had a little too much to drink,” Gregory takes his girlfriend by the hand to pry her off of you. “Congrats, Y/N. Hopefully, you’ll rejoin us at Abbott soon.”
“I’m with them, but it was really great getting to work with you!” Jacob grins. “And getting to see our favorite toughie soften up for you has been-“ he cuts himself off at the glare from your girlfriend. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.” The three of them exit quickly, Jacob and Gregory half carrying Janine.
That leaves you with Melissa, Ava, and Mr. Johnson.
“I’m actually going to have to do my job in that room now that you’re leaving,” Mr. Johnson sighs. “It was nice having you around, kid.”
“Thanks, Mr. J,” you chuckle. He gives you a gentle pat on the back, downs his beer and heads out.
“I know you’re going back to your old school, but…” Ava tells you. “Know Abbott will always welcome you back with open arms- even if that means I’ll have competition for who is the hottest.”
Your girlfriend rolls her eyes as she pulls you closer by the hip. “It isn’t a contest, Ava. It’s Y/N, and then me… The Philly twelve and Philly eleven.”
“Yeah, whatever,” the principal laughs. “My mans is here, but I’ll catch you later.” She heads out.
“I’ll take the tab now,” you tell your bartender. 
“It’s all covered,” he waves you off. You glance to your girlfriend, who shrugs. “It’s on us… for our favorite teacher crew, celebrating one of our favorite teachers from the crew.”
You leave a generous tip before you and the redhead head out of the bar.
“Did you have a good day?” Melissa asks you gently as you get into the car.
“I did,” you smile softly. “It was a bit over the top, considering I’ll continue to see everyone, but… it was all very sweet.”
“You know we all love you,” your girlfriend tells you as she pulls her car out of the parking spot. 
“I know,” you say softly, resting your hand on her thigh. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your note. I’m waiting to read it when we’re inside.”
“I do need to get ready for work tomorrow… my first day without my gorgeous girl next to me. So I have to shower when we get home.”
“That’s fine. I’ll read it then.”
Your girlfriend tries to tempt you with a dual shower, but you politely decline.
“I actually need to shower, you actually need to shower, and we both know nothing gets done when we shower together,” you tell her pointedly.
“Actually,” she smirks. “We both get done.”
“Melissa!” you groan.
“I’m not wrong,” she grins as she strips her clothes, hoping to entice you. It doesn’t work, but she knows you’re watching as she heads into the bathroom.
With a shaky breath, you take the card out of the envelope that she had given you at school today. It’s a beautifully decorated card- one that she clearly put a lot of effort into making special just for you. You open it to see her beautiful penmanship.
Y/N, it reads. Congratulations, amore. I’m so unbelievably proud of you- you did it! I never had a doubt in my mind that you could do it, and I truly consider you to be one of the brightest lights there is in this odd profession we’ve found ourselves in. 
I want to take this time to tell you how eternally grateful I am to have found you. I know we got off to a rocky start- I was angry at Ava and my last aide, and I was about to admit defeat when I stormed into her office. When I looked at you though, all that stress melted away. I would realize later that any time I looked at you, I would feel more at peace. 
I expected you to waltz into my room and add to the mayhem, much like Ashley did, but you proved me wrong from the start. You immediately proved that you were a pro- that you were worth keeping around. From your organization to the way that teaching and classroom management just comes so naturally to you… you’re the real deal, babe. 
And somehow, in the middle of the absolute chaos that we call our classroom, I fell for you. I was able to see every side of you- the professional and the personal. I was able to see the way that you worked seamlessly between organizing papers and handling the students in a matter of minutes of you being there. I saw the woman who is tough on the kids when they need it, but also knows how to soften up for a student who needs some extra love. I saw the goofball who isn’t afraid to be the butt of a joke because you create the joke and embrace it. I’ve loved watching you maneuver all of the staff- who even I haven’t figured out quite yet. I watched you grow professionally, but I also watched you grow personally. I’ve loved being able to be here for you through it all- all of the highs of celebrating when you got a 100% on an essay you worked your ass off to write by a deadline, to loving you through when your professor gave you a wrongful failing grade and we worked our asses off to write a better paper. I’ve loved watching you come into your own and figure out who you are. But mostly, I’ve loved loving you. I’ve loved being able to hold you on a good or a bad day, being able to cherish our time together and make memories that I never thought I would have. I’ve loved being your person, and you being mine. Thank you for being my person, thank you for letting me be your person, and here’s to you, my love. Congratulations.
She signed her name at the bottom with a heart scrawled next to it, and you can’t help but wipe a few tears away. You look towards her bathroom and smile when you hear her voice singing softly. You strip down before heading into the bathroom.
“Hon?” she calls.
You step into the shower with her, and her eyes are immediately all over you. You crash your lips into hers.
“I read your note,” you mumble against her lips. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
That night, the two of you hardly get any sleep.
You take the next few days off to ensure that you’re prepared for your new second graders, and then that weekend, you and Melissa find yourselves diving into your work to make sure that everything is just as it should be. You know you’re in good standing with your school, but you want to make sure that you still impress.
You end up staying at your apartment out in the suburbs (you aren’t even really sure why you have it anymore- you almost stay exclusively at your girlfriend’s in Philly) on Sunday night so that you’re closer to work.
“I’ll be fine, Mel,” you promise her over the phone as you’re driving.
“I just know that you’re nervous, and sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you,” she sighs into the phone. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay over with you?”
“I mean… you know you’re more than welcome to, but that commute for you is going to be a bitch tomorrow,” you chuckle. 
“It’s a worthwhile sacrifice for you, my dear,” she tells you. “Let me pack a bag, and I’ll be there not long after you.”
After a night of Melissa assuring you that you were going to be just fine- it’s just first day jitters, you wake up to an empty bed. You can smell breakfast being cooked. You yawn, get yourself dressed for work, and stumble into the kitchen. Melissa is already ready for school, and she’s just plating breakfast when you walk in. She smiles gently at you, pouring a cup of coffee for you as you slowly make your way into her arms.
“Good morning, my love,” she whispers, kissing your head. “Are you ready?”
“I’m gonna have to be,” you mumble into her shoulder.
“Well, I have to head out if I’m going to make it in time for the news, but I’ll drive back here to hear all about your first day? We’ll cook up somethin’ nice?”
You nod. “I love you. Thank you for staying over with me to help calm my nerves.”
“Anything for you,” she kisses you softly before slinging her bags around her. “Keep me updated throughout the day.”
Your first day is great. The kids are so excited to see you, your old coworkers are thrilled to have you back, and you don’t necessarily miss the piss stench that would waft itself in from the streets at Abbott.
But you find yourself comparing this school to Abbott- the odd little school in center city that has your heart. You find yourself missing sitting in the teacher’s lounge with your girlfriend and your friends, joking over whatever happened that day. You find yourself missing the knowing glances from Melissa when one of your kids says something funny. You catch yourself looking for someone to share a look with, even if it’s just one of the camera men you’ve grown fond of. 
After your first day, you drive yourself back to your apartment, fully ready to pour over quite a few notes and start planning for the next few weeks. Melissa strolls in not too much later, a grocery bag in hand.
“There’s my girl,” she smiles and makes her way over to you. She kisses you deeply. “How was your first day, amore?”
You shrug. “It was nice being back.”
You don’t fail to see the way her shoulders shrink slightly. 
“But I missed you today.”
“Well, you have me now, before I have to head back to my house,” she tells you. “I’ll cook us up some dinner?”
“That sounds wonderful,” you smile as you wrap your arms around her.
“I can’t really cook if you don’t let me go,” she quips. Begrudgingly, you let her go. “So tell me about your day.”
You do. She cooks dinner. The two of you find your way into your bedroom. After quite a few rounds, she sighs and cleans you up.
“So…” she sighs softly. “When will I get to see you again?”
You bite your lip. “Maybe this weekend?”
“Baby, that’s… four days away.”
“I know, but I’m already drowning in planning, and the kids are working on some of their projects from their teacher that I’ll have to grade, and I-“
“It’s okay, love,” she promises you, knowing you’ll get worked up. “I’ll see you on Friday?”
“I’ll come down for the weekend,” you tell her. “I promise. I might have to do some work, but we can spend the weekend together.”
She nods, kisses your nose, then your cheek, then your lips before slipping out of bed. 
You don’t end up seeing Melissa on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday. You actually don’t see her until the following weekend until she comes over to your place after you hadn’t texted her all day on Friday. She’s worried about you.
“Y/N?” Melissa calls as she uses her key to let herself in. You’re asleep on some papers that you’re attempting to grade. “Oh, hon,” she sighs.
She shakes your shoulder gently, and you immediately sit up straight in a panic. Who was in your-
“It’s just me, amore,” she whispers and kisses your head. “It’s just me. You’re alright.”
You bring your hand to your chest as you continue to try to steady your breathing. “You had me so scared.”
“I’m sorry to just drop in on you,” your girlfriend apologizes. “I got worried when I didn’t get a text this morning or at all today.”
“I’m sorry,” you immediately say. “I’ve been up to my eyeballs in grading… and I may have taken a cat nap.”
“I think the cat nap took you, love,” she chuckles. “Have you slept at all?”
“I slept for like forty-five minutes last night?” you blush. “I was up making sure that all of the things for the last week of school were ready.”
“Babe,” the redhead says sternly as she lifts you into her arms. “We’ve talked about how that’s not healthy.”
“I know, I know,” you sigh as you cuddle closer to her. “I just-“ you yawn. “I want to make sure everything is perfect for them next week.”
“You need sleep. And you always could’ve called me to ask for help.”
“You have both classes though,” you mumble, sleep already threatening to take you. That’s really the last thing you remember until you wake up again. Your girlfriend’s warm body is pressed up against yours, and you roll over to look at her.
“Sleep,” Melissa grumbles against your head. You feel her press a delicate kiss to your temple.
“I have to finish everything up,” you sigh as you try to pull away.
“I graded everything, and I made sure their bags were all made up, and I made sure the stuff for their party is in order… you really need to utilize your classroom parents more; how much did you spend out of your own pocket?”
“More than I’m willing to admit,” you mutter. You pull away from her slightly as you realize everything she did for you. “Mel. You didn’t have to-”
“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to while you got some much deserved sleep. Now, did you eat before you fell asleep grading?”
You shake your head sheepishly against her chest.
“So if I order Korean, you’ll be happy?”
“You know how to treat a girl right,” you sigh in content. Your eyes flutter shut again.
“I’ll call it in and wake you the food gets here,” she chuckles as she kisses your head again.
Your final week with your second grade class passes quickly, and while you grew to love those kids, you find yourself thrilled to be able to set foot back in Abbott with your girlfriend. Ava had graciously added you back on as an aide, even if just for the last week of school- the lord knows Melissa needs help calming down over thirty children during the final few days of school.
You’re greeted with whoops and hollers as you enter the break room. It’s like nothing changed. Melissa makes your coffee in the mug you usually drank, you sit in between the two veteran teachers while you watch the news, and then the two of you walk hand in hand down the hall to your classroom.
“Do they still remember me?” you ask her quietly as you perch yourself on her desk.
“They’ve been chattering about you nonstop,” your girlfriend tells you. “They’re so excited to see you ag-”
“Miss Y/N!” one of your kids comes running in. She immediately tackles you in a hug, and you have to place a hand on Melissa in order to steady yourself before you wrap her up in your arms.
“Hey, baby,” you grin. “I missed you!”
“We missed you!” the little girl grins.
As the rest of the kiddos come trickling in, they greet you with bear hugs and lots of chatter about all of the things the redhead has been teaching them. 
Before you know it, you’re saying goodbye to the Abbott crew for the summer, and probably for the foreseeable future. You had been offered your position back at your school in the suburbs, and you hadn’t been offered a position at Abbott- as much as you would love to come back. You leave the school helping your girlfriend carry a few things out of the classroom with a sigh.
“It’s been a good run,” you sigh softly. “I’m going to miss this place.”
“Abbott’s gonna miss you,” Melissa mumbles quietly.
You spend the summer with the fiery redhead, often times at the beach. Occasionally, Barbara would join you, but for the most part it’s just you and your girl.
The beginning of the school year starts to creep up on you quickly though. You’re actually in the middle of decorating your new classroom, Melissa holding the push pins for you when your phone starts to ring.
Your girlfriend glances over at your phone. “Ava’s callin’.”
“Hand it here,” you request, a confused look on your face.
“Hey,” you say into the phone, as you cradle it between your ear and your shoulder. You continue to try to pin up the bulletin board. “Trying to get ahold of Melissa?”
“If I wanted Schemmenti, I would’ve called Schemmenti,” she tells you bluntly. “No, girl, I’m trying to get ahold of you!”
“Oh?” You pause your actions.
“Girl, Latisha just quit ‘cause she got a new job. Suburban white girl couldn’t handle it,” the principal of Abbott says. “So, naturally- as owner of the school: I thought I would bring you back! As a third grade teacher!”
Your eyes grow wide. Melissa’s do too; she can hear the loud woman through the speaker. 
You stammer out a “W-what? R-really?”
“Of course!” she grins into the phone. “So, what do you say?”
“I- I have a contract at Old Eagle,” you say softly, a frown on your face.
“So break that bitch!”
“I-“ you pause. You glance at your girlfriend looking at you hopefully. “I can try. When do you need an answer by?”
“Today,” she sighs dramatically. “If you can’t take it, I gotta hire someone else, and it’s gonna be a bitch trying to find someone two weeks before school starts.”
“Let me- uh, I have to go talk to my principal, but I- okay,” you start to think out loud as you climb down from the desk you’re currently standing on.
“Get back to me soon. I can’t hold this job for you forever,” she tells you before hanging up. 
Melissa is looking at you with curiosity. “So, what’re you gonna do, hon?”
“I’ll be back,” you tell her as you give her a quick peck on the cheek. “I have to try to quit.”
You practically sprint down to the principal’s office. You speak with the principal about your situation, and despite his efforts to keep you at Old Eagle, you tell him your heart belongs to Abbott. 
Two hours later, after far too much paperwork, you return to your classroom- your almost classroom. Melissa had finished your bulletin board for you, and now she’s scrolling through her phone with her cat-eyed glasses on.
“Sorry, hon,” you apologize. “I didn’t think it would take that long.”
“Well?” She looks at you imploringly.
“I have to call Ava and tell her I will be accepting the second grade position at Abbott,” you grin brightly. “And then I have to take all of this down to set it up in my own classroom- right next to yours.”
Ava is delighted with your news, telling you she’s thankful that she won’t have to interview “any boring ass people who will leave in three weeks anyway”. Then she tells you to get your tasty ass into Abbott today if possible to sign your contract and start decorating for your class.
“I know we were supposed to have a nice dinner tonight, but-”
“You signing the papers to get your contract at Abbott is way more important than our dinner, amore,” Melissa says as she starts taking down the things you’ve place around. “And besides, we can always have a nice dinner afterwards.”
The two of you head down to the school in Philly, you sign your papers, and start to set up your room before heading back to her house. You pull your laptop up, eager to sign back in to your Abbott email and check your roster for this upcoming school year. She cooks, and by the time dinner is ready, you’re looking for apartments to move into in Philadelphia.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, hon?” she asks as she slides your plate over to you. “I know you ain’t still looking at your roster.”
“Apartments,” you sigh. “I figure now that I don’t have any ties to my suburban school and my lease is up in October, I might as well make the move out here.”
Your girlfriend bites her lip nervously before blurting out, “What if you just moved in with me?”
You have to stop yourself from dropping your jaw. “What?”
“I mean… you’re always here and spending the night anyway. You have a drawer at my house. Why not just- move in?”
“Are you being serious right now?” You ask her as you stand and make your way to her side of the table. 
She gives a noncommittal hum. “It’d make sense. If you-”
“I would love to,” you tell her as you crash your lips together.
The next few weeks are hectic for the both of you. In between preparing for the school year, packing up your apartment, and then development week, you both are up to your eyeballs in work. But you’re always together, and that’s what matters.
There really isn’t even a big shift in moving in with your girlfriend. She was right. Half of your things were there anyway; now it’s just official that the two of you share a home. And it truly feels like a home- much more of a home than the dingy apartment you had out in the suburbs ever was. 
On the first day of school, the two of you walk in hand in hand, having taken only one car. You watch the news together with your crew, and then you head off to your own classroom. She heads to hers. And when you go to stand outside of your room to greet your new students, you catch a glimpse of Melissa. In that moment, you know you made the right choice. Abbott is home. Melissa is home. 
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henreyettah · 7 months
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AUgust week 3: childhood friends, part 2!
(Lil fic under the cut)
PENNY
My name is Penelope Bunce, and I have three friends. Simon’s a whole one, because he was my first friend, and so is Agatha even though she likes to pretend we aren’t whole friends.
Shepard is half my friend and half Premal’s, because they’re in the same grade. He’s a Normal, so Mum doesn’t want us to be around him much, but today we are anyways because he lives next door to the house the Coven is meeting at.
Basil is also my half friend, but that’s because he’s really bad at paying attention to me when I ask him very nicely to do so. Mostly when Simon’s around. Sometimes he’s really bad at paying attention because he gets sad about his Mum. I think he’d be less sad if he wore different colors, but his Dad won’t let him because they’re in mourning.
The bug I’ve found worms it’s way across my palms, and Basil turns his head after Simon instead of looking at it like he should. I want to show it to Agatha, but she would be mad if I dropped it on her. Shepard’s already learned to write, so he’s too old for bugs. And Simon’s busy running around. My fingers curl carefully around the bug to keep it from leaving. I don’t like the other kids here, the ones that aren’t my three friends.
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artbyblastweave · 8 months
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One thing I think about a lot in regards to Bakuda is that one of the few hints we get into her backstory comes from Tattletale, who, while trying to paint a picture of Bakuda’s weaknesses, intuits that she cracked and threw a fit because she was coddled her whole life and couldn’t handle mild censure, criticism, or failure. From here Taylor jumps to assuming that she snapped from a bad grade, and this is why she held Cornell hostage.
But the groundwork from this conclusion was laid by Tattletale, who at this point in the story is actively trying to mold Taylor’s perceptions of events so that she won’t get scared away from the lifestyle. Tattletale being the one who gives Taylor the slanted, decontextualized story that Glory Girl triggered from getting fouled in a basketball game, when obviously the actual situation she was in was substantially more fucked. Tattletale being the one who tries to convince Taylor before the bank job that the cape scene runs on Megamind logic, while simultaneously lumping Lung (the one supervillain who Taylor has actually fought in costume at that point) into the category of irrational, inhuman monsters. 
Bakuda had a tinker trigger. You don’t snap from one bad grade; you don’t get a tinker trigger unless, on some level, you see the train coming, even if nobody else can. All signs point to some Uniquely Fucked Situation that would make Bakuda everyone’s Poor Little Meow Meow if we were receiving information about it from anyone other than licensed spin-doctor Lisa Wilbourne (or Armsmaster, or the News, you get the dynamic here.) Also it doesn’t help that she melted an innocent guy in front of everybody. I mean by the time she runs into the Undersiders it’s not like they’re not going to have to fight for their lives, that ship has sailed. But given the sailed ship, Lisa doesn’t exactly have any incentive to accidentally build empathy in the newbie for the mad bomber currently attempting to torture them to death. They are predictably unconcerned with the precise path by which Bakuda came to be this performatively brutal and sadistic. And a scant few minutes after assembling this unflattering mental model of Bakuda, there goes Taylor, choppin’ off digits.
Something about good guys, bad guys, the book’s constant refrain about how framing is everything in the cape game. I forget precisely where I was going with this. Much to be done with Bakuda. Like nearly all Worm side characters there’s a lot of there there in spite of (and to some degree because of!) her lack of screen-time.
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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 8 months
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Beach Body (Idia x GN!Reader)
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Content Warning: Body insecurity, mild angst, self-esteem issues, self-deprecation (Idia)
A single speck of black was visible on the sandy beach. It sat alone, highlighted by wisps of fiery blue hair that peeked out from under its hood. The legs that curled up before the speck, tucked under its chin, were paler than the sand, as white as a sand dollar. The umbrella high above the speck was the only thing to shade it from the harsh, hot rays of the sun. It cowered away from them, as if it wished to disappear from the scene altogether. That assumption was correct - Idia would rather be elsewhere. 
The only reason the man was not back in the safety of his hotel room was the robot boy that played among the waves. Idia had made that waterproof body of his for the trip, so he could play with his peers like any other kid. Idia thought that would be enough; he could simply watch Ortho play from the balcony of their condo. Ortho had other plans, however. There was nothing the boy wanted more than to have his beloved brother with him out on the beach. He said it would be fun to make such memories with him. Though Idia silently disagreed, there was no way he could refuse those pleading eyes. 
So, here he was, sat alone on the beach while Ortho had fun. The boy would come check on him once in a while, try to coax him out into the sea to play with him, or to play in the sand. The only successful attempt had occurred two days ago, when the sandcastle building contest took place. To think Idia thought they actually had a chance at winning - laughable. It was bad enough that they weren't allowed to use magic; when Idia was asked to hand over his tech, and Ortho was told he couldn’t use any tricks of his own, Idia knew they were goners. They came in dead last that day. Ortho had fun, but never again would Idia expose himself to such humiliation. 
The black hoodie that covered his torso sweltered in the heat, but it was the best Idia had to cover up with. You won’t catch him frolicking about like some oblivious loser in a beach episode. That sunny spotlight was for the main characters, the hot NPCs - Idia was neither. He hated this so much…he let out a long sigh as he draped his arms over his knees and rested his chin atop them as he continued to watch Ortho. He cracked a little smile as he heard Ortho squealed in delight when Epel splashed him with water. Well, at least one thing he did was worth something. 
“Idia?” 
Idia flinched at the sudden sound of his name. He whipped his head around to look up at the person addressing him: [Y/n]. “W-What?” 
You pointed to his hoodie. “Aren’t you burning up in that thing?” 
Idia glanced to the side as he lied, “No.” 
“I can clearly see the sweat dripping off your face.” You tugged on his sleeve. “C’mon, you’ll burn up if you don’t!” 
“No!” Idia tugged the hoodie closer to his body. He glared down at the towel he sat on as he grumbled. “Geez, can’t a guy get some peace?” 
You furrowed your eyebrows at his sour attitude. “Are you still upset about the sandcastle contest?” 
“I’m not upset,” he mumbled. Another obvious lie. 
“Don’t be mad - ignore Leona and his bullshit.” You knelt down to look Idia in the eye. “He was just trying to get a rise out of you. You did a lot better than I would have.” 
Idia clicked his tongue as he scoffed. “You can make something worse than a pile of sand?” 
“It wasn’t a pile of sand,” you chuckled. “It was a cute little house! Ortho told me you came up with it; it’s the one from ‘Miko Doesn’t Talk’, right?” 
Idia’s eyebrows lifted, surprised you knew of the show. “Y-You like it?” 
“The anime? Yeah, I think it’s cute! I’ve only just started watching it though, so I can’t say much about it.” 
Idia let out a quiet giggle, “Noob - haven’t even seen a show that beginner grade.” 
It was your turn to scoff, though a smirk accompanied yours. “Well, if someone would come out of their room and talk to me more often, maybe I wouldn’t be such a noob.” 
Idia had nothing to say to that - he just rolled his eyes and looked back out at the sea. Ortho had come closer to shore, he and Deuce now looking for seashells. Baby games…but Idia thought it was cute how Ortho wanted to make them matching shell bracelets. He then saw you move out of the corner of his eye, a water bottle slowly coming into his line of sight. He looked back in your direction with a confused expression. 
“Here,” you said as you lifted the bottle closer to him. “I came to give you this. If you really have to keep on the hoodie, you need to drink more water.” 
“Water’s for normies,” he mused. 
“And heat stroke via stubbornness is for losers,” you retorted. 
Well, you had a point. Idia hated plain water, but he was thirsty. So, with an overdramatically annoyed sound, he took the plastic bottle from you. His fingers brushed against yours as he grasped the bottle; he quickly pulled away and looked down before you could see the pink of his cheeks. “Thanks…” 
“No problem.” Your smile was as bright as the sparkles that came with an SSR card pull. The swimsuit you wore made you look like the love interest in an otome game…why did Idia have to be like this? Before his thoughts could get too carried away, you broke Idia out as you spoke again. “Why are you wearing that anyway? It’s not even that windy today, and it’s not going to rain either. You don’t need it.” 
“You don’t need it,” Idia mocked in a voice that exaggerated yours. He scoffed again as he continued, “What do you want me to do, huh? Take it off and get laughed at by everyone?” He sipped his water sharply before he mumbled under his breath, “It’s not like I’m a protagonist with abs.” 
You furrowed your brow, “Epel doesn’t have abs, neither do Deuce or Ace, and they’re out without a shirt.” 
“They don’t look like a dweeb,” Idia grumbled as he took another swig of his water. 
“You do not look like a dweeb,” you said as you gently elbowed his side. 
Idia smirked again as he chuckled. “What do you have, x-ray vision? How do you know?” 
“I don’t,” you admitted, “but you’re not bad looking, Idia.” Idia glanced back your way as you finished your thought. “I’ve always thought you looked pretty cute.” 
Cute cute you called him cute aaaaahhh!!! 
‘Calm down Idia,’ Idia told himself. ‘You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re cool, you’re fine. Be cool, be…be cool.’ 
Idia managed a grin as he leaned a little closer. “C-Cute, huh?” He mentally called himself dumb for the stammer. “Like what, a puppy?” 
“No, not a puppy,” you laughed. “That’s more of Jack than anything.” Idia held back a laugh of his own as he saw Jack’s ears perk up in the distance. It nearly slipped when the beastman looked in your direction with a look between surprise and puzzled on his face. “I think…hmm…” You thought it over for a bit; honestly, Idia was afraid of what you might say. When you finally did speak, he was nowhere near prepared for what you said. 
“You remind me of the cute loner best friend the main character ends up with in a romantic comedy.”
Idia’s mind ran a mile a minute as he processed your words. Him, cute guy? Love interest in a romantic comedy? What? Good thing his hoodie hid his face when he looked down, or you’d see just how blushy he was. He barely registered the words that came out of his mouth in his flustered state. “Are you the main character?” he mumbled. 
“Huh?” you asked. “What did you say?” 
Idia quickly regained himself, though clumsily. “I, I, u-uh, nothing!” For the first time since he’d gotten to the beach, Idia scrambled up from his spot on the ground. “I-I just remembered I forgot, um…O-Ortho’s bag! Need that if he’s going to collect shells.” He was sweating more now than he ever had before. “I-I’ll see you later!” 
Never did anyone know that Idia Shroud could run that fast. Idia felt ridiculous, honestly - like some anime school girl that just got rejected by her crush. You hadn’t rejected him, but you surely would have laughed if you heard what he said. C’mon, you? With him? Laughable. You’d likely end up with one of the main guys, like Malleus, or Vil, or Leona.
It’d never be with him…never. Idia felt a lump form in his stomach as he slowed down. As his shoes clumped along the wooden walkway that led to and from the beach’s entrance, he tugged his hood further over his head. He could see his once blue hair was now a flaming bright pink. He groaned as he rolled his eyes to the sky, so very frustrated with himself. He told himself to be cool…when was he ever. 
“Get an actual beach body and maybe you could have a shot with the main character,” Idia grumbled to himself as he walked along. 
Hopefully you didn’t notice Ortho’s bag on the beach towel where he’d left it. 
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getosuguruismyman · 7 months
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tw: blood, mention of gun and dying The aftermath of you taking a blow for jjk men
kento nanami, yuuji itadori, toji fushiguro, and Satoru gojo x fem!reader
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after the mission…
Kento Nanami
you and nanami were in the car driving back home after your mission. It was a quiet ride, you held your waist with pressure as blood seeped through your clothes. Nanami is really mad at you right now because you took a ‘could’ve been lethal’ hit.
30 minutes before
you and nanami were fighting side by side against a strong curse the curse was special grade, you jumped on top of the monster and formed cursed energy in your hand and punched the curse in the face, the curse grabbed you and threw you to the ground. Nanami wanted to go help you but he had to finish this now. You were getting up when you saw the curse made a secret attack from above and nanami wasn’t aware of this so you got up fast and pushed him out of the way, causing you to get slashed through your waist. Not gonna lie it was pretty bad it reminded Nanami of what happened to haibara so he rushed over to help you. He looked at you then the curse he used ratio on the curse then helped you to the car
Now
You guys are quiet in the car because he kinda yelled at you for being reckless and not caring for your body. It basically went like “why did you do that? You could’ve died.” “I did it cause someone was unaware of the attack and I didn’t have time to shout so I went to go save you. I don’t understand the problem.” “You don’t understand the problem?” And you guys just argued the whole time.
once you got home nanami got out the car first to come open the door and help you. He opened the car door for you, as much as you wanted to be stubborn the pain in your waist was so unbearable, you let him help you. You tried to stand up on your own but it was very painful. Nanami saw the look on your face and knew it was painful for you so he held you in bridal style and walked you to the house. You held onto him with one arm then the other arm was on your wound. You guys got into the house and nanami placed you on couch and went to go get a first aid kit. It was kinda late so you had to wait to go to shoko. Nanami came back with the first aid kit and he started patching you up first he disinfected with alcohol, it stung like hell so you winced really hard “sorry” nanami apologized every time you winced.
the tension between the two of you was so awkward. You spoke up first “I’m s-“ “I’m sorry, you’re not the one who needs to apologize I shouldn’t have overreacted liked that. We’re sorcerers we’re gonna get hurt and I need to accept that idea.” You was so caught off guard by his apology and you wanted to smile and be happy but he was stitching up your wound and that definitely hurt. He finished up finally and when he was cleaning up you had the urge to hug him to death. So you shifted from the couch to the floor and hugged him tightly “I love you Nanami I really do and I’m sorry for making you worry i won’t do it again” you kissed him passionately on the lips, and nanami was loving the kiss and hug. He broke the kiss first real quick “I love you too.” He kissed you back passionately.
yuuji itadori
it was a mission with you, yuuji and megumi. You guys were expecting a 3rd grade curse, but it turn out the information y’all were given was false. You’re 15 minutes into your fight and it’s not looking to good for megumi he’s beaten up pretty bad. Yuuji is trying his best to hold his own against the curse. He’s trying to reframe from using Sukuna, you were going to use your most powerful technique against but before you could create all the curse energy you needed, you saw the curse disappear from sight and yuuji didn’t know where it went. You looked up and saw the curse come flying down at full speed yuuji wasn’t aware of this. There wasn’t any time to warn him “ITADORI!” You heard megumi behind you but it still wasn’t enough time. You acted impulsively and lunged at where yuuji was. You grabbed him by his hood and dragged him back. You doing that caused you to fall forward and the curse was just an inch away from you, you moved to the side and doing that didn’t cause critical damage but it still managed to stab you through your side causing you to bleed out badly.
~~30 minutes after~~
yuuji rushed you home. He wanted to take you to a hospital but you refused to go. Yuuji held you in bridal style trying his best to not cause you any pain, but sadly for you every step he took hurt like hell. Once you guys got him he ran you to the couch and laid you there while he went to go get the first aid kit. He came back with the kit and was on the phone with someone. “Yea shoko it’s pretty bad she’s bleeding out of her side she was stabbed first then the cursed moved the sword upwards which made her bleed more.” Of course he called shoko, you refused to go to the hospital so he had to call her. “Ok, ok I’ll do that. Yup I’m pretty experienced at this so it should be fine. Yes thank you.” He took the phone away from his ear and placed it on the coffee table. He then crouched down to start disinfecting and stitching you up. He was quiet. To quiet. “Yuuji what’s wrong?” You said weakly. He looked up from your wound and had a serious resting face. “Why did you grab me? Why did you take the hit for me? Why did you put your self at risk for me?” You were confused on why he was upset at you for saving him “because you were unaware about the curse and there wasn’t any time to tell you.” He gave you a sad look “still y/n I’m a vessel of Sukuna. Even if I died Sukuna would just bring me back.” You looked a little discouraged at what he said “yea yea so what your saying is I should’ve let you died because the demon inside you would wiling bring you back to life? Ok..” he gave you another sad look he didn’t want you to be mad and he didn’t want you guys to argue about it.
“I’m sorry I just wished you cared for your body more that’s all” he kissed you on your forehead. He got up from the floor and started cleaning up. He was done patching you up, you didn’t even notice your guys talk kinda caught you off guard and took your mind off the pain. I guess pain is an illusion. You sat up on the couch it hurt to get up but you were uncomfortable. Yuuji came back and sat down next to you. He still had a sad guilty face. You felt bad, you getting hurt is making him sad. To cheer him up you got an idea. You shifted yourself on top of yuuji you were sitting on his lap. He was surprised you were moving again but also surprised that you’re on top of him. You gave him a seductive look which made him blush a little bit “w-what are you doing?” You leaned in ignoring his question you kissed him passionately. He didn’t stop you he was enjoying himself he started deepening the kiss he placed his hands on your waist holding you down. You grind your hips a little bit, the kiss felt good, he slipped his tongue in your mouth making it a nice and steamy interaction. You then broke the kiss and hugged him tight. Whispered in his ear “wanna go to the bed?” He didn’t waste no time picking you up and taking you to the bed closing the door behind him.
Toji fushiguro
You’re known for being reckless and careless. And Toji loves himself a badass wife, but sometimes you can get too careless. He doesn’t admit it but sometimes he doesn’t like seeing you get hurt.
whenever your in bed together, sometimes you would have your back towards him and he sees all your scars. It hurts him a little bit to be honest. He would kiss them and rub his fingertips over the dry rough spots.
you slammed the front door open, holding your stomach with pressure, Toji followed behind slamming it shout. “Then what the fuck was that huh!? Y/N I haven’t gotten a clear answer!!” He was still trying to finish your argument from the car but you said all you had to say. “So you’re just not gonna answer me?! It’s not the woman saves the man, it’s the man who saves the woman!” You snapped your head around at him.
“excuse me? I’m sorry I didn’t know it was like that it’s only I had to save your ass from being killed cause you don’t know how to control your goddamn urges.” You groaned after talking back to him. The pain in your stomach was already unbearable, you turned around and continued walking to the bathroom.
toji followed right behind you. You just kept ignoring him because listening to him complain was annoying. You walked into the bathroom looking for the stitches. It was at the top shelf, what a pain in the ass you thought, you leaned up to get it and then a sudden sharp pain hit you. You dropped to the floor, on your knees holding your stomach with a lot of pressure. You wanted to cry but didn’t.
Toji saw you and rolled his eyes. He went into the bathroom and grabbed the stitches, once he had the stitches he bent down and picked you up on bridal style taking you to the living room. You held your stomach groaning at the pain you leaned into him so you wouldn’t fall. He placed you on the couch. you didn’t say anything to him because you felt he would try starting an argument again. Without warning he yanked your shirt off leaving you sitting there with just a bra on. “Toji Fushigoru!!!” You yelled at him more for not giving you a warning. “Oh calm down, as much as I love looking at those big tits, I can’t stitch you up with your shirt on.” You were blushing at his comment, he started stitching you up and it really hurt. “I’m- why did you do that? You could’ve died.” You avoided eye contact
~~50 minutes ago~~
you and Toji had gotten a mission last minute you guys had to rush to the sight. The mission was to take down 2 mafia bosses, when y’all got to the building it was an ambush. The intel y’all were told was leaked to them leaving y’all out numbered. “Seriously why can’t we just have a normal mission for once.” Toji sighed he just wanted to pound into you all night. You on the other hand just wanted to sleep. You yawned “honestly this might be the most normal mission we had all week. Let’s just get this over and done with.” You pulled out your katana getting ready.
“You take half and I take half” Toji didn’t say anything he just did what you said. After 20 minutes into the fight you were almost done finishing your half. You snapped the last 2 remaining men you had to take out. You finished finally. You sighed you were so tired right now. you looked over at Toji and see him still fighting plenty of men. You didn’t get involved because it’s Toji and he’s a psychopath who loves fighting and you were just to tired to help.
Toji saw you just watching him finishing up. He smiled “Alright time to stop playing around my wife is waiting for me~” he started to get serious and moving faster. You grinned at him working faster just to get you out of here. You were about to clean up when you noticed one of the attackers moving away from the rest and standing behind Toji, the rest surrounded him making it impossible to get out of. You saw the separate attacker pull a sword out your eyes widen as you rushed between the blade and Toji.
You coughed up blood as the blade was through your stomach. You didn’t feel it at first it was numb down there. You stumbled backwards a little bit. You looked between the blade and the attacker. Yiu snapped the attackers neck. Toji’s eyes were filled with pure rage right now. You stepped over the dead body’s while taking the sword out of you. You walked to the nearest wall and sat against it.
Toji was just killing faster than before. You just wanted to rest and ended up falling asleep. Once you woke up you were in someone’s arms. It was Toji of course he was carrying you to the car. He saw you awake while placing you into the car. “Oh you’re awake. Good. Mind telling me what the fuck was that.”
~~Now~~
”I’m sorry I was being reckless.” He finished stitching you up a lot faster than you thought. While you were apologizing you got cut off to Toji kissing your knees. He made his way upwards kissing you, first he kissed your thighs then he kissed your hips making his way up your neck to your lips. He didn’t want a peck he wanted a full make out session. He kissed you lips passionately and slipping his tongue in. You let out a little moan you were caught off guard by this.
he placed a hand on your bare hips gripping it tightly as he kissed you passively. “Just don’t do that shit again got it? Or I’ll have to pound that information into your head” he was grinning while saying that. “Maybe you just might have to~” he didn’t waste a second he picked you up you wrapped your legs around him while kissing him on the lips. He took you to your room and shout the door. Let’s just say after that you couldn’t walk for a couple of days.
Satoru gojo
You walked in the house first holding the side of your head where you were slashed at. Satoru followed behind you, he was quiet still. He must still be mad at you. You just ignored it and went to the bathroom to find the stitches. You opened the cabinet and found them.
your head hurt so much and you groaned at the pain. Satoru saw the pain you were in, he grabbed the stitches that were at the top of the cabinet and grabbed your hand leading you to the couch. He sat you down on the sofa. You could tell he still was worried about you even while he’s mad.
he wiped your hair out of the way so he could see your cut more. It was deep and it was still bleeding dripping on your face. He frowned at your cut. He hovered over you to start patching you up. It stung but you could mange. “Why did you do that?” You were surprised he cracked first with this silent treatment thing first. “Because you were going to get hurt and there wasn’t enough time for y-“ “that doesn’t matter. You never put your life at risk like that.” He was stern with his words.
~~30 minutes ago~~
you and gojo were sent on a mission to fight rogue sorcerers, not your favorite thing but it’s gonna happen. [im to lazy to write the settings and stuff so you can make it anywhere 😭] you and gojo were fighting them, not what you originally planned but they didn’t listen. Gojo was fighting a sorcerer who could make clones of himself, you fought someone who used curses it was easy to knock them out.
you turn around and see gojo is still fighting the clones he was getting teamed on. You didn’t think much of it because he’s Satoru gojo one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers, so you waited until you saw that is infinity was turned off. You got a little tense knowing that so you kept an eye on him. You saw one of the clones move out of the crowd with the rest going behind Satoru with a knife.
your eyes widen. And before you knew it you were standing behind gojo taking a the blow for him, the knife cut you deep on the side of your head. Gojo saw this and he was shocked on what just happened, to end the fight he used blue taking out all the clones and original in one blow. You held your head with pressure exclaiming on how much it hurt. Gojo took you to the car and drove you home, the whole car ride was quiet until gojo spoke up. “Why the hell did you do that?” He gritted his teeth. “Do what? Protect you?” You were so confused right now.
~now~
“I’m sorry ‘toru. I’ll try my best to not protect you.” You rolled your eyes at him. He sighed poking you with the stitches you winced every time. He was done stitching you up. He started cleaning up and seeing your cut just hurt him, he felt like he was the reason for the cut. He kissed you cut trying to calm the pain down. It worked obviously. Oh what the hell you couldn’t stay mad at this cutie. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips.
he was blushing a little bit. You both were. “I’m sorry” he whispered in your ear while kissing your earlobes. You wrapped your arms around him shaking your head slightly from side to side “no I’m sorry I was being reckless, I didn’t mean to make you worried.” You hugged him. He’s so tall that he’s bending down, “I was just scared of losing you…” he started nuzzling his face into your neck it tickled a little bit. You kissed him on the cheek “you can’t get rid of me that quick. You kissed him on the lips, having a steamy make out session, he wrapped his arms around your torso.
he picked you up from the couch, he didn’t break the kiss when he did this. He led you to your bedroom…and you know what happened after that 😉
I’m sorry for the people who were looking forward to Megumi’s story but I will not be doing his no more, I’m sorry
Sorry it took me a while to finish Toji’s story. I was busy with work. I tried to make a it a little longer and adding more details and fluff stuff so I hope that made up for everything. Anyways I’m working on the next story soon.
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All I wanted was you | Xavier T.
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Summary: All Y/n wanted was Xavier.
pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader
warnings: Cursing and like rude comments ig??? No smut u lil weirdos (I was reading smut like 2 minutes ago but whatever)
Enemies to lovers??
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I hate Xavier Thorpe.
I hate all the stupid things he says. All the unnecessary comments he makes. 
Sometimes I want to kiss him, but the other times I just want to bash his head into the fucking wall. 
Every guy that has tried to ask me out I rejected because of him, I only wanted him. He just won’t get what I’m trying to tell him. Most of my friends know about the feelings I’ve developed.
It’s stupid. I’m tired of acting like I hate him. When I don’t.
“What are you thinking about?” Xavier says from next to me. Right now we are in Ms. Thornhill's class. She gave us assigned seats and mine was next to Xavier's.
“Thinking of the best possible way I can kill you in your sleep and get away with it,” I reply to him. Snarky, like always.
“Aww, you’re thinking about me.” He teases. You don’t even know, Thorpe.
I chuckle in response.
If only I could get him out of my fucking head. It’s like I’m being haunted. “What plant is this?” Xavier asks shoving his paper in my face. Gosh, he is so stupid sometimes.
“It’s the bleeding heart, we have been learning about it this whole week, idiot,” I explained it to him. “How is learning about stupid ass plants going to help us in life anyway.” He remarked mostly talking with his hands.
I’ve always noticed that.
“It will help you if you decide to go out into the wilderness Mr.Thorpe.” Ms.Thornhill overhears from her desk “Now, do your work.” She adds then goes back to grading papers.
I quietly laugh. “Bitch.” He mutters.
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“Let's go shopping for the Rave’n.” This is the sentence that brought me here watching Enid twirling around in her perfect white dress.
“Do you like it?” She asks, for the 100th time “Yea, its cute.” I reply. I’m not trying to be a bad friend or anything but I just don’t really care about the dress or the Rave’n overall, I don’t even think I’m going.
“You keep saying that!” She pouts like a child “Anyways, what are you going to wear?” She questions me. 
My PJs, then I’m getting into my bed and going to sleep.
“Um, I don’t think I’m going,” I answer honestly. I know she's going to freak out. “What do you mean!” She yells.
“I just don’t really feel like it this year Enid, I’m sorry.” I apologize. “Nope, you are going. Even if I have to drag you there with my own paws.” She threats. “Please don’t make me,” I beg already knowing where this is going.
2 minutes later I’m in a spaghetti strap white dress with a slit on the leg.(the photo is at the bottom, or Imagine whatever you want idgaf)
“Its perfect.” Enid squeals “we’re going to be the baddest looking bitches in the room.” She snickered. Oh lord save me.
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“Put the heels on before I hit you.” Is what echoes off of my dorm walls right now.
currently, Enid is forcing me to put heels on. I promised myself I would fight back, but it wasn’t enough against Enid's wrath and her claws. 
I internally cried as I slipped on the white heels. “Gorgeous,” Enid says looking at both of us in the mirror. If only I felt it.
“My goal tonight is to make Ajax jealous,” Enid says. She has been mad at him ever since he stood her up and considering the way he talks about her something obviously happened.
“What is your goal?” She asks me. To stay away from Xavier as best as I can. “To sneak away when you’re not looking.” I answer causing her to giggle.
A knock on the door stops her giggling, “He’s here.” she squeals running to the door “Who?” I say. What is this girl planning? “Well, I found some people who didn’t have dates and.....” Enid trails. 
“What!” I yell. I wanted to go by myself, not with some horny teenage boy.
“Who are the ‘people’?” I ask her. It better not be some jackass.
“Kent and that guy from the pilgrim world.” She answers before I can say anything she opens the door. Just like she said Kent and Lucas are standing at the door. “Hey guys, we were just finishing up.” She says.
She set me up with Kent. He asked me how to spell ‘you’ last year. God, I’m going to kill her.
My heels click against the hard floor under me as I walk. “Let's go!” Enid squeals practically running down the hall. I try my best to catch up with her in these heels.
I almost fall over a few times but I managed to catch up with her at the doors. “Come on!” She says dragging me into the door leaving are dates. “Welcome to The Rave’n girls.” Ms.Thornhill says with a creepy welcoming smile.
“Let's go get some Yeti-tini.” She shouted over the loud music. She grabs my hand and we walk over to the stand. I end up bumping into someone while waiting for her to fill our cups.
“Sorry,” I say before I meet the eyes of the person. It was Xavier, in a white suit and his hair down like usual. (Kill that man bun it was triggering the first time I saw it.)
“You actually look good for once.” He says while looking at my outfit. For once? “Well, you kinda look like that old man from KFC,” I reply.
“Touché.” He snickers “Look who has been paying attention in french, I’m proud.” I say giving him a little clap “Only took me 2 days to learn, a new record.” He laughs.
I look next to me and Enid has disappeared. “You here with anyone?” He adds. So much for staying away from him tonight. “I mean I guess not, my supposed date is making out with someone right now.” I say pointing to Kenny making out with a girl I don’t know.
“What about you?” I ask “Not really I pissed her off and she ran.” he explains earning a hum from me. Who is his date?
“Want to dance?” He says changing the subject. I can’t dance for shit. “I don’t see why not.” I answer.
Unexpectedly he grabs my hand and leads me to the middle of the dance floor. Life just seems to love me right now because as soon as we hit the middle of the floor it turns into a slow song.
 “I’ve never slow danced in my life.” I tell him with panic on my face. “Just follow me.” He says as if we’re in some movie “People only say that in movies following you isn't helping shit.” I explain to him, I’m most likely going to bust my ass.
He starts laughing as I trip over my own foot “Shut up.” I say hitting him upside the head and making him laugh harder. I wish a hole would just swallow me whole right now.
“Do you just want to get out of here?” He asks.
“yea, but we better run before End attacks us.” I tell him he smiles in response. He takes my hand and leads me out of the dance.
Me and Xavier end up on the balcony that overlooks the quad. I usually hang out here when I’m not in the mood to hang out with my friends. 
Silence fills the air as we look over the balcony “You know I don’t actually hate you.” Xavier says out of nowhere. “I guess you’re okay.” I say sarcastically rolling my eyes causing Xavier to chuckle.
“The argument I got into with my date was about you.” Xavier confesses. “talking about me, eh?” I ask. I don't recall doing anything to Xavier or his date, I don’t think.
He laughs.
“I just felt like you needed to know.” He tells me “What did I do to start the argument?” I ask him. “You didn’t do anything, it’s my fault.” He answers.
“I’m so confused.” I giggle. Did I do something to his date? “She said I talked about you too much.” He says.
Oh.
“Can I do something?” He asks me “Go ahead, Mr.Thorpe.” I say. I don't know what I expected him to do, but it most certainly wasn't this.
Xavier gently put his lips on mine. It felt like finally eating food you have been carving for a long time.
Sadly Xavier pulled away to breathe. Our noses touching “I think I kinda like you.” He admits. “Kinda?” I ask.
If only you knew, Xavier.
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Damn this took all night my back hurts. Btw I apologize I was very bored so I wrote this, I’m begging you if I spelled something wrong tell me bc its so embarrassing. Anyways I think ima start a kill Xavier's man bun cult what do you think?
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hajiberry · 2 years
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COLLEGE HOCKEY EREN
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he’s literally campus royalty and he knows it
he’s cocky in a way that’s not obnoxious just extremely confident
his grades aren’t necessarily bad but he’s not on the deans list or anything
he’s got a full ride hockey scholarship
so to say he cares about hockey a little more than school would be the understatement of the century
hockey is 100% his life
not too crazy into superstitions for games but will freak out if he doesn’t have his game day hair tie that he’s had since middle school. the things definitely seen better days.
him and jean were on different teams in hs and when he got to college and found out they’d be on the same team he threw a fit about it for like a month
can get hammered the night before a morning practice and skate like he’s never taken a sip of alcohol in his life
the two of you met when you were partnered up for a project in your sociology class even though you knew who he was before hand
immediately after introductions he goes “so i’m not sure how much i’ll be able to contribute with this cause of hockey so you don’t mind doing most of the work, yeah?”
you just looked at him for a second, waiting for him to laugh or say he was just kidding
when neither of those things happened you were the one who started laughing
“are you being serious?”
he just looked at you, slightly confused as he slowly nodded
“yeah it’s like a really important time in the season right now”
“well so happens to be a really important time in the semester for me so hate to burst your bubble but you’re going to be helping with this”, you almost started laughing again at the look of horror on his face
“well i’ll only really have time after practice so hope you don’t mind being up late”
“no problem, I’m at a night owl”, you responded with an eye roll
and that was how your ‘friendship’ with eren began
you’d stop by his house monday’s and wednesdays at around 8:30 after his practice which by the way wasn’t even late, he was just trying to get out of the project
after your initial annoyance with him you started to actually look forward to working on the project with him
“can’t believe you actually tried to get out of this”, you said with a chuckle as you guys more or less worked on it one night
“it was worth a try”, he mumbled, throwing a balled up straw wrapper at you
“maybe if you were partnered with someone who actually cared if you guys won the big game it would’ve worked”
he laughed, raising an eyebrow at you “‘big game?’ huh”,
looking at him you shrugged, “or whatever you call it”,
he was still laughing as he said “I’m assuming you’ve never been to a hockey game or anything, yeah?”,
“your assumptions are correct”
“come to my game tomorrow”
this time it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “won’t your girlfriend be mad you invited another girl to your game”
“no, cause i don’t have one”
you had just assumed this whole time big time hockey god on campus would have a girlfriend, you tried to hide your pleasure in the fact that he was single
“okay, i’ll go”
you were shocked with how much you actually enjoyed the game
your eyes practically stayed glued to eren’s figure the whole time
you knew he was good but damn not this good
eren’s team ended up winning so you stayed around to congratulate him and say hey
you felt eyes on you as he bolted up to you, sweeping you up in a hug
“aaah i’m so glad you made it, awesome game, right?”
“yeah it was really fun”
“oh I know, glad you got to see such a good win”, he said, flashing you a grin. “some of us are getting drinks after, wanna join?”
there was no way you were turning down drinks with eren and his cute hockey friends so you said “yeah for sure”
and that was how your friendship entered more than friends
you were both sitting at the bar when he asked “so yesterday when you found out i didn’t have a girlfriend did that like matter?”
looking at him you chuckled, “what do you mean? like was i happy or something?”
for the first time since you’ve known him eren actually looked nervous as he gave you a nod
you felt your face heat up as you said, “yeah a little actually”
“cool cool”
“cool?”
“yeah cool, cause now i know you won’t totally reject me when i ask you out”
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a/n: was this totally self indulgent because i currently have a slight hockey obsession? yes and yes. hope someone enjoys this half as much as i do lol
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fizzigigsimmer · 15 days
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My fave ballet tube channel out here feeding me plot bunnies for Harringrove Ballet School Au. Just imagine, Billy arrives on campus. Spitting mad cause his dad made him take the bus. Cheapskate wouldn’t even spring for a plane ticket when it’s Billy’s financial aide filling his pockets. He decided halfway there he’s not going to stay. He’s going to hop on the first bus back to Cali as soon as he can raise the money and that’s what he tells Madame Harrington. She may have bought Neil but she can’t buy him. Nobody can force him to stay here - which is true. He’s hoping she won’t want to deal with a runaway and a bad attitude, that she’ll just revoke the scholarship and end this farce for him. Neil will beat his ass black and blue but what else is new. At lease he’ll still have home and the beach.
Madame Harrington doesn’t look happy but she doesn’t get angry either. She makes Billy promise to sleep on it. Sit in on a class, have a real think about what he’s about to throw away. Billy’s not stupid, he knows she’s hoping he’ll see other kids dancing and make some friends and suddenly want to change his mind. It’s not going down like that. And it doesn’t. The class she takes him to is tier one, the advanced class. It’s mostly juniors and seniors but Billy spots a few younger kids and a couple of absolute shrimps who look like they haven’t left the seventh grade. They’re good though is the thing, doesn’t take more than a few steps to see why they’re in here dancing with the big kids. A redhead catches him watching in the doorway and gives him the stink eye.
And then whatever combination they’re doing ends and everyone is clapping, and the instructor calls out that it’s time for their soloist. “Be the swan, Steven. No spaghetti arms!”
The energy in the room just changes, the chatter lifting in anticipation as the students drift back to the edge of the room as a solitary figure steps forward. He’s got good shape. Strong legs - so long - and lean arms. Those fucking tights love him - holy shit. Billy can be forgiven for missing the first few steps he takes while he blinks away the after image that bulge has burned into his fucking retinas. But when he’s capable of seeing beyond it again, he sees this kid - this Steven - floating across the floor in some of the prettiest lines he’s ever seen. He thinks the number from Swan Lake. Thinks Steve-o is gorgeous when he’s not fucking it up, playing to the crowd and losing focus. It’s only a wobble here or there, just minor imperfections.
It annoys the shit out of Billy.
“Who’s the diva?” he asks Madame H. under the sudden swell of clapping and cheering as the boy’s solo comes to an end.
She smiles, a twinkle entering her eye.
“That would be Steve. My son.”
Her son? Wait! That’s Steve Steve? The kid he used to penpal and trade basketball cards with. That’s Steve Harrington?
“Oh yeah?” Billy sneers, hoping to hide how dry his mouth has gone. Challenges with an arched brow, “Teachers son thinks he’s hot shit huh?”
But Madame H. seems unperturbed. She doesn’t tell him off about his language or take offense for her kid’s sake, just keeps smiling at Billy with that little glint in her eye that’s too fond for comfort.
“He’s been best in his age group since he was eight. Makes it hard to keep him challenged. I was hoping that would change with you here now, but if you’re set on leaving I guess I’ll have to come up with something else.”
It’s so stupid. Some reverse psychology bullshit, but damn it it’s working because Billy isn’t as keen on leaving as he was when they walked in.
“You sure that’s what you want?” He asks, barely waiting for the perplexed look to form on her face as he shrugs off his duffel bag. He strides into the room like he owns it, feels the heads turn towards him as his sneakers thud hollowly on the hard floor. The chatter dies as he calls out, “you call that a dance?”
His eyes lock with the boy in the center of the room.
Billy will show him a dance. He’ll show them all.
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love-byers · 2 years
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the effect heteronormativity has on how watchers view byler keeps me up at night so i wrote out their story but took out names & instead used "boy" and "girl" 
read this and tell me it's not romantic:
boy asks girl to be friends on the first day of kindergarten.
boy has girls artwork all over his walls. boy has a binder full of girls drawings.
girl goes missing in 7th grade and boy does everything in his power to find her.
when girl is found and is recovering in the hospital boy is the only one not sleeping while waiting for her to wake up and when she does wake up he runs to her room and lays his head on her chest.
a year later when girl is struggling with ptsd, boy is always there for her. when she leaves school early to go to the doctor, he stares longingly and sadly at her empty desk. he notices when she's quiet, even though she's always quiet. when she has a flashback on halloween he puts an arm around her and takes her back to his house safely and talks about what she's going through. when she's going through something extremely scary he sleeps on her floor so she won't have to be alone. when she goes back to the hospital, boy sleeps in a chair next to her bed. when girl is possessed and loses her memory, she only remembers her mom and boy. later on, boy starts crying and says asking her to be his friend on the first day of kindergarten is the best thing he's ever done.
when boy gets a girlfriend, girl and boy start having problems for the first time in their relationship. after 6 months, boy and girl get in a fight over boy ruining their friend group by spending all of his time with his girlfriend, and girl leaves his house. boy bikes across town in the rain to her house and bangs on her door screaming apologies and begging her to come out so they can talk.
when girl is packing to move away, she assures boy she won't move on from him and their friend group and he reacts like this:
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then boy's girlfriend, who is moving away with girl's family too, says she loves him and kisses him and he reacts like this:
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when boy is leaving girls house after she's gone, he looks back at her house sadly and bikes away. he goes home to his mom and this happens:
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6 months later when boy goes to visit his girlfriend and girl across the country, boy is awkward to girl and won't hug her, even though it had never been weird for them to hug before. he just pats her on the shoulder.
boy, girl, and boy's girlfriend go to a roller rink where girl feels ignored and like a third wheel. boy's girlfriend gets publicly bullied and runs away. while boy and girl are looking for her boy gets angry at girl for moping, not talking, and rolling her eyes because she "sabotaged the whole day", even though it seemed like he was ignoring her.
their argument goes like this:
girl: well what about us?
boy: *stops walking and turns around* what?
girl: you're mad that i didn't talk to you? you've made it clear you're not interested in anything i have to say
boy: that's just not true.
girl: you called maybe a couple of times, it's been a year. meanwhile [girlfriend] has a book of letters from you.
boy: that's because she's my girlfriend!
girl: and us?
boy: we're friends! we're. friends.
girl: well we used to be best friends!
boy: ...well maybe you should've reached out more, i don't know, but why is this on me? why am i the bad guy?
later on, boy comes in girls room and thanks her for knocking some sense into him because he was being a total self pitying idiot. when he starts to talk about the last few days, girl says she deserved it and boy assures her she didn't deserve anything he did to her. boy says their friends back home are great, but it's not the same without girl. and maybe he was worrying too much about his girlfriend and lost girl. boy says he wants them to go back to being best friends.
also during this trip, boy's girlfriend gets upset with him because he's never said "i love you" to her. he signed all of his letters with "from, boy", and he still doesn't say it even when she's crying and practically begging him to.
boy talks to girl about how he's afraid his girlfriend doesn't need him anymore and feels inferior to her.
girl gives boy a painting she made for him and confesses her love for him, but uses his girlfriends name to cover it up, so boy thinks this is actually his girlfriend's feelings. she says she's afraid of losing him and will always need him, and that he is the heart of their group and everything would fall apart without him.
after this, boy is able to say "i love you" to his girlfriend, but they are distant after it and his girlfriend doesn't talk to him much.
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sugarsfics · 1 year
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Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right? 
A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple
Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 
Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,  
Word count: 2.0k 
Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.
Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.
“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”
Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.
Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.
Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.
You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.
Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.
Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”
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i love eddy so so much, can you do some fluff where either the reader or eddy has had a bad day and they just comfort the other
you were napping in ethan’s bed, waiting for him to come back from class, when the door slammed shut and your eyes flew open. a loud yell of “fuck” echoed around the room and you sat up, rubbing your eyes.
“shit, babe, i didn’t know you were here already.”
“yeah, second class got cancelled so i came after the first. you okay?” he could tell by your voice that he had woken you up, which only soured his mood even more.
“i woke you up didn’t i?” he dropped down onto the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“s’okay. needed to wake up anyway.” you threw the blankets off of you and moved so you were sitting next to but behind him. you ran one hand up his back and let the other rest on his shoulder until the other got there, giving him a soft massage. “what’s wrong?”
“how bad would it sound if i said everything?” he asked, sitting up a bit.
“just because it feels like everything doesn’t mean it is,” you said softly. he let out a sigh, leaning back so he was laying on the bed, though his feet were still on the floor. you leaned back on one hand to focus on him still and the other fell to rest on his stomach.
“i failed that test. got the grade today.”
“that’s not the end did the world. i’ll help you study next time and we can get your grade back up. there’s still plenty of time in the semester.”
“i woke you up from your nap.”
“ethan, you know that’s not a problem. i would’ve woken up soon anyway.” he sighed, bringing one hand up to cover his eyes.
“hey,” you laid down next to him, sliding your hand on his stomach up to pull his hand away and cup his jaw. “what’s really going on?”
“i don’t think i’m playing in tampa,” he whispered, and you could see tears in his eyes.
“baby, i know it sucks but-“
“but you bought a ticket to fly there and watch me play! and my parents are coming. and this is such a big thing for the team and i don’t get to play with them! i don’t get to help them. what if they lose?”
“ethan, calm down, take a deep breath.” you waited until he did as you told him to and then you nodded. “frozen four is still a week away. you don’t know for sure how you’re going to feel by then.”
“but my wrist hasn’t been feeling any better since it happened.”
“and if you don’t get to play, it sucks. it really does. because i know you want to be out there playing and helping your team get the win but you know what won’t help them? you going out there with an injury and not playing your best. or worse, hurting yourself again.”
“yeah, i guess so.” he didn’t sound very sure of his words though.
“hey, i know you’re mad about it, it’s such a shitty thing to happen. but you have to listen to the trainer so you get better and not more injured.”
“i know,” he whispered, and you finally saw a tear roll down his cheek.
“and you know what?” he hummed, acknowledging your question. “i’m still gonna love you whether you play or not. because you’re still my super talented, super hot, super good in bed boyfriend, ethan edwards.” his cheeks flushed at that and you couldn’t help but grin.
“i love you too, no matter what.”
“good,” you said, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. “now let me tell you about this whack ass dream i was having.”
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staceymcgillicuddy · 8 months
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Prompt #9 please!
Oh, Nonnie, this is my last prompt in the inbox and it got me all in my emotions as well! Love an established relationship feelings-fest! (Prompt is "Listen to me.")
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“Chrissy?” 
Eddie taps on the door of their overpriced hotel room and waits. He has a key, but he wants to respect her need to take a moment. After all, it isn’t every day that your wife flees her little brother’s rehearsal dinner in tears after telling her own sainted mother to “just shut up, okay?” 
Not that Laura Cunningham’s much of a saint. Still, Eddie’s treading carefully because this is the first significant time they’ve spent with the Cunninghams since the Christmas disaster of ’91, and there’s nothing that can send Chrissy spiraling back into the abyss of her childhood faster than a scathing comment from her mother. 
“Hey, Bets,” he says, trying again with a nickname that he only pulls out when the stakes are high. He can’t remember how it started—Christine Elizabeth shortened to Lizzie, Beth, Betty, Bets, maybe—but after eleven years together, eight of them married, and a hundred pet names split between them, what does remembering matter?
Pressing his ear to the door, he waits until he hears a sob before deciding that she’s had warning enough and uses his key.
The room smells like Chrissy’s perfume with an undercurrent of faux-floral toilet scrub. It’s not a place they could ever have afforded alone, which is part of the problem. As parents of the groom (and at said groom’s request), Phillip and Laura are paying for their attendance, which has set Chrissy on a self-destructive path where she has to battle a tornado of tolerance and an earthquake of obligation and yes, sure, Eddie’d suggested they just get a room at the Motel 8 and save themselves the hassle, but she’d wanted to do it for her brother. For Charlie. For his bride-to-be, Addie, who’s actually a cool girl. They’ve been to stay with Chrissy and Eddie in Chicago twice now, and Eddie digs her taste in music more than he’ll ever admit. 
(Addie also said she dug Eddie’s band-on-the-side, which is all he needs to love someone forever.) 
“Eddie,” comes a plaintive wail from the bed.
Chrissy’s curled on her side with a pillow hugged to her abdomen, still wearing the blue floral dress she’d sported to dinner. It has ridden up her thighs considerably, and Eddie must have grown as a person because he only thinks about that for maybe .02 seconds as he crawls onto the bed behind her and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her against his chest. 
“She had it coming,” he says into her artfully coiffed hair, which rests shellacked and sticky against his lips. “Baby. She did.” 
“Is Ch-Ch-Addie mad?” 
“Nobody’s mad except your mother.” In fact—and he won’t tell her this now—Addie’d been hiding a giggle behind a napkin. Eddie knows for a fact that she feels about Laura much the same as he does. Only, you know, she can’t say that to Chrissy because while Chrissy’s allowed to hate her mother, nobody else can say a word, and God, yeah, families are complicated. Eddie’s grateful that he only has to worry about Wayne, and Wayne never gives them any trouble. 
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” she says around another miserable little sniffle. 
“Eh.” He shrugs and kisses the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. “She was picking at you, and you snapped. It happens.” 
“But I wasn’t going to do it this time! I was… I worked on all those coping m-mechanisms!” That brings a fresh volley of tears. “Sandra’s going to be so disappointed.” 
“What, like you’re gonna get a bad grade in therapy?” 
“Yes!” She trills the word out on a wail.
Eddie loves her so much, but she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, and while he never minds comforting this particular damsel in distress, he’s also not gonna let her beat herself up when Laura’s the one who threw the first punch. 
“Alright, buddy, c’mon.” He pulls away enough to coax her onto her back, where she stares up at him from puffy, red-rimmed eyes and a blotchy complexion. “Hey.” 
“Hi,” she says. 
There’s snot beneath her nose, so he grabs a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand and holds it to her face. “Blow.”
She blows—honks if he’s honest—and he chucks the tissue onto the table before focusing on her. 
“Okay, counselor, facts of the case. Did your mother kick the evening off by telling you your dress was too tight?” 
Chrissy frowns. “It is, and—”
“Bzzt!” Eddie digs his fingers into her side, which has the intended effect of shocking her into a squeal. “Irrelevant. Conjecture. Also, bullshit. You look hot. So, true or false, counselor? Did she do that?” 
Chrissy nods, mute, pressing her lips into a thin line. But, hey. Not crying, so that’s something. 
“And did she, or did she not, tell everyone at the table that they’re paying for us to be here?” 
Another nod. 
“After which—and correct me if I’m wrong here—she put her hand over your plate so the waiter couldn’t give you any of the lobster risotto.” 
Chrissy’s mouth twists into what might be termed a smile, and she shrugs. 
“So then I switched plates with you, and she gave me that look she always gives me.” 
“What look?” 
“The look where I’m a pile of actual dogshit she’s just stepped in.” 
“Oh.” Chrissy’s smile widens, and she shrugs. “Right. That look.” 
“All of that to say, by the time she gave her little speech about grandchildren and welcoming a daughter into the family… I dunno, Bets, it felt like justifiable homicide to me.” 
“But I did it in front of everyone…” 
“Yeah, well, so did she.” 
“But—“ 
“No buts. Listen to me. Your mother’s never going to change, but you change every day. That’s why you’ve got me, and Sandra, and all our friends who actually like you instead of the stupid little dress-up doll your mother spent eighteen years trying to turn you into.” 
This is not the first time they’ve had this conversation. Chrissy already knows how he feels. However, if the message takes a million times to sink in, Eddie’s willing to keep talking. 
Chrissy blinks, sniffs, and rubs her eyes. “Okay,” she says because she’s not so good at acknowledging the truth of the matter. “I should call Charlie’s room. Apologize to him and Addie and—”
“Or,” Eddie says, cutting her off before she can work herself into another lather. “We could call up room service and charge two fucking massive slices of chocolate cake to your parents.” 
“Eddie…” 
“Best part is, they’re both for you.” 
"Eddie."
"I'll have a bite. And you can call your brother, too."
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All the prompts I've answered!
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bellatrixobsessed1 · 2 months
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The Campus At Night
Summary: Azula can't sleep and Katara sacrifices sleep to study for her mid terms. The two cross paths during a midnight snack run.
Azula doesn’t bother with shoes, this late at night socks are enough. She doesn’t bother dressing herself either, this late the dormitory hallways won’t have anyone around to see her in her frumpy sweatpants. 
She rubs her eyes as she pads her way down the dim hallway. She can hear the hum of the vending machine. It isn’t her first choice, not in the slightest. But she has once again stayed up well past when she’d like to go to bed. She tells people that she is studying like everyone else–people seem to take more kindly to her when they think that classwork doesn't come naturally to her. They aren’t so petty and hostile when they think that she has to pull all nighters to get her good grades. And so it is a double win; people will leave her alone and nobody has to know why she is really awake.
Though campus life suits her just fine, she rather misses home. More than she had anticipated. It would have been easier if she had left on a bad note; if she had nobody to miss. Sometimes she lies awake thinking of home. And when she does fall asleep things are sometimes worse. 
It wouldn’t matter if she were at home instead of in her private dorm room, the night terrors have plagued her since she was a child and, though they are less in frequency, they are thrice as potent and intense as they were when she was just a child. She has more to fear, more stressors to fuel her episodes. 
Tonight is no exception. She awakens with a racing heart and a few tears decorating her cheeks. Whatever it was that had played out in her mind retreats back into the darkest corners of it, leaving her with only a vague sense of doom and dread. 
She can never really go back to sleep after one of these episodes and so here she is, going for a midnight snack just to have some sort of distraction. 
It works better than it did when she was at home but it still doesn’t work so well. Dim hallways with flickering lights make her nearly as jittery as corridors completely engulfed in darkness. She doesn’t know what she expects to come and whisk her away, just that she is certain that something will. It will leap from her mind into reality, jump out at her from around a corner or grab her hand as she reaches it into the vending machine. 
She shudders. Maybe she should just go back to her dorm room. But then she would just be entirely alone when the entity came for her. Just as she had been at her family’s mansion, when the darkness between her room and father’s room was great enough to make staying alone in her room and waiting it out more appealing than making a mad dash down the hall only to be scolded for her ‘silly’ fears–a twelve year old girl shouldn’t be acting like a frightened toddler. 
Tonight these thoughts infringe so intensely that they push her night terrors aside. And that is worse; at least she can remind herself that the night terrors aren’t real. The things that she thinks about now are. Father had hurt her, he had made her feel inadequate and humiliated. And she had turned around and made Zuzu feel that way. And where was mother? Where was uncle? Those answers hadn’t come up during the therapy sessions that father insisted were making them look foolish. What will my investors and business partners think? They’ll ask me how I expect them to believe that I can manage a business when I can’t even manage my daughter. I had high hopes for you…
She swallows hard, the tears prickle in her eyes but she doesn’t let them fall. She forcefully shoves her hands into her pockets as she sulks up to the vending machine. Father has since taken those words back but now and then they resurface. Now and then she believes those words more than any of the praises he has extended to her. 
She pushes a few buttons and hopes that whatever snack falls will be good, she hadn’t exactly been paying attention to which buttons she’d struck. It doesn’t matter, she’ll eat it anyhow, she is hungry and stressed enough. It’ll give her something else to put her attention to.
.oOo.
 Katara is no stranger to late nights--that's what the college experience is supposed to be about from what she has heard--staying up late and regretting it the next morning. She knows of only one other student who interprets that notion the same way that she does. And she doesn't particularly like that person. Not that she has ever talked to her, but she has always had this aura about her. Katara also doesn’t trust business majors on principle. 
Katara groans and rubs her head--it aches with the load of several study guides from several classes. She yawns and looks at her watch; nearly midnight. No wonder her stomach is rumbling. No wonder her eyes are beginning to gloss over.
Truth be told she isn't sure how much more she can cram, her head is overflowing with sociology facts and terms. She looks back to her watch, 12:02. She supposes that now is as good a time as any for a midnight snack run.
She rises from her chair and stretches her arms and legs. She swears that these exams are going to be the death of her. She has put enough caffeine in her body to take out a bodybuilder and she is considering another one. She is beginning to understand why Sokka had been so hooked on energy drinks. 
Yeah, that’s what she’ll get. An energy drink. She groans. That’s probably a horrible idea; what she really needs is some sleep. A lot of sleep. She puts on her fuzzy slippers–the blue ones shaped like dolphins–and ventures out in the hallway, trying her absolute best to not shut the door too hard, lest she earn herself a disgruntled, ‘you need to be quiet’ from that On Ji girl. 
Her legs feel so heavy.
Really, her entire body feels weighted.
More likely she simply has no energy to drag it much further. 
Katara groans again when she sees someone else standing before the vending machine and does so a third time when that person turns her head to reveal a familiar face. Even at this hour and free of all makeup, that face still has a remarkably self-important, cocky air about it. 
Reluctantly Katara pushes through that ripple of superiority that radiates from Azula and approaches the vending machine. She clears her throat and Katara swears that Azula jolts, if only a little. “I need to use that.” 
“Right. Yes.” Azula mumbles and, to Katara’s surprise, sidesteps out of the way. 
Perhaps it is the lack of sleep that puts her in a daring, or perhaps, uncaring mood. But she doesn’t stop herself from remarking, “I never took you for a midnight snack kind of person.”
Azula shrugs.
Of course Azula can only spare her a shrug. She probably thinks that Azula thinks that she should consider herself lucky for even being acknowledged by her. But then she replies. “I am usually not.”
“Well, what’s so special about tonight?”
Another shrug. 
Four words is probably just as much as Azula can stomach speaking to someone who had to save up and work extraordinarily hard to get into a university like this. This time her silence is much longer before she finally speaks, “why are you up? I thought that you didn’t like the people who pull all nighters.”
Katara considers mirroring Azula’s dispassionate shrugs. “Late night study session.”
Azula nods. “Yes. That’s why I am up.” 
“You study for your tests?” Katara scrunches her brows. “I always thought that…”
Azula half frowns. “I need to study just like everyone else.”
Katara bites into her newly acquired peanut butter protein bar. “Okay, now why are you really up?” She laughs. “I know a straight A student when I see one.”
“Because good grades also come naturally to you?” Something about her posture seems to relax. “Right, yes. You’re the student who got in here through exceptional academic performance…”
Katara grits her teeth, readying herself to sling some sort of comeback at her.
“This campus needs more of that.” Azula nibbles upon a chocolate bar. “A whole lot of idiots are walking around here because money can’t buy brains even if it's spent on ivy league education.” She takes another bite. “Acquiring brains would require Chan and Jet to actually show up to class and show up without hangovers.”
Katara laughs. Azula manages a laugh too. And then the silence resumes with Azula staring off at nothing in particular. A few times it seems as though she wants to say something else but ultimately doesn’t. Maybe she doesn’t know what to say. 
Truth be told, she hadn’t expected Azula to be so quiet and softspoken. She is always so confident and eloquent in class.
“So why are you up?”
Another shrug. 
Another pause.
“I suppose that I have trouble sleeping in places that aren’t home.” 
Katara can tell by the bags under her eyes that it is something more than that but she won’t push.
.oOo.
Azula finds herself biting the inside of her cheek. “Would you like to see my dorm room?” It gets quite lonely sometimes. More often than not she finds herself wishing that she had chosen to the same university as Mai, but she hadn’t wanted to go to a whole different country. She wishes that TyLee would have come along with her instead of going to cosmetology school. 
“Yeah.” Katara smiles. “Sure.” 
Azula’s tummy tickles. She hadn’t expected the girl to say yes. “Okay.” 
“...Okay.” 
Right, yes, she should start walking now. She gestures for Katara to follow and leads her to the door with the dragon painting. 
“Did you paint that?”
She shakes her head. “My brother did.” 
“He’s a good artist.”
Azula nods and slides her key into the lock. “It’s a little messy.”  She motions Katara in.
“Messy!? This is the cleanest dorm I have ever seen.” She looks around. “If you’re talking about those papers scattered on the desk…” Katara trails off into a laugh. She wanders about the room gandering at the books on her bookshelf and the strands of blue lights that she has strung up on the ceiling. She runs her fingers over some perfume and nail polish bottles and pauses to inspect the dragon sculptures and incense burners by her bedside. 
“I like these.” She points at Azula’s small collection of theater masks. 
“Mother gave them to me. I got a lot of going away and good luck presents.” She crawls onto her mattress and hugs a pillow to her chest. “Father gave me those speakers and the TV. And the violin. I think that he wants me to learn to play it.” She pauses. “I’m not musically inclined.”
“But you have a nice voice.”
“That doesn’t mean I can sing with it.”
“Have you tried?” 
Azula grimaces. “I don’t plan on it.” 
“Maybe one day.” Katara flashes her a mischievous smirk. 
Azula flops down onto the mattress. Her eyes feel so, so droopy. “Maybe I can help you study.” She yawns. 
“Help me study? You look like you’re going to fall asleep at any minute. I should probably let you get to that.” 
Azula’s stomach sinks, she isn’t ready to be alone yet. “I’m wide awake, I assure you.” She ends with a betraying yawn. 
Katara chuckles. “I can tell.” She pauses. “I should probably get some sleep too.”
Azula’s stomach sinks further as Katara nears the door. She has only just met her, it would probably be weird to ask her to stay the night. “When was the last time that you had a sleepover?” 
Katara tilts her head. “I have one every night with my roommate, Suki.” 
“I mean a real sleepover with music and magazines and gossip.” 
“Technically, never.” Katara confesses. “Toph and Suki were always bored by that and we would spend our sleepovers terrorizing my brother, Sokka.” 
Azula smiles. “Mai, TyLee, and I did that to my brother. One time we managed to braid my father’s beard before he woke up.”
Katara laughs again. “Yeah, we haven’t done that since we were kids.” She leans against the door. “Are you trying to imply that you’d like to have a sleepover?”
“That depends…”
“I’ll go get my pillows.”
“You will?”
.oOo.
The more time she spends with Azula the more apparent it becomes that she doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends. And now that she sees it, it seems pretty obvious. Azula always has kept to herself during class. She doesn’t think that she has ever seen the woman talking to anyone outside of class either. Nor in the cafeteria–come to think of it, she has never seen Azula in the cafeteria at all. She spots her sometimes in the book and coffee shop and she is always by herself. 
The more time she spends with Azula the harder it is to see why; she’s actually quite friendly–a bit of an awkward dork. A prideful, somewhat snobby dork. A dork who always likes to be right about everything but a dork no less. 
The more time she spends with Azula the more it seems as though she just has a very serious case of resting bitch face and a very serious case of resting menacing aura. An aura that sleepiness is slowly eroding. She rubs her eyes with the backs of her sleeves. Baggy sleeves that cover the entirety of her hands. She is so much smaller without those high heels. 
“Are you ready to go to sleep?” Katara asks. 
She is met with a sleepy mumble that she can’t decipher. It is an answer in itself. Azula has already curled herself up under the covers with her head burrowed deep into her mountain of pillows. Katara would wager that she is already asleep. Sleep that was probably very long overdue. 
She gets the sense that Azula has trouble sleeping. “Goodnight.” She says just in case and turns off the lights. Perhaps she could have a few more sleepovers with Azula. Perhaps, if things go well, they can be roommates next semester. She thinks that, that could be good for both of them.
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