#maybe that just means (hey youre not supposed to feel bad about him dying this tiiiime)

[lonelyquail]

ok so while my ds is getting sand poured into it at alarming rates I'm thinking about how jrpgs in specific have a really weird desync with How Important Death Is. like some address it better than others but it very frequently happens where if you take a step back youll go "am I wild or is everybody just like, Really down with murder in this game". and consequences for said murder, especially in a characterization sense but even just actual physical consequences, don't really happen? unless it's a vehicle for conflict but like. when it is a vehicle for conflict it feels weird because why are These Guys actually taking the fact we killed somebody in broad daylight seriously and coming after us for it while all the other npcs and even the main party took it like it was another saturday evening

see I Think where the issue lies is in the fact that everything is in its own little world when you're in a battle? like. when you fight an enemy and you get leather out of it it's seen as something the enemy Drops and not. their hide. when you defeat a character in a battle it does just feel like you Defeated them. unless there's dialogue afterwards that says otherwise you don't even mentally assume you killed em you just wounded them enough to make them flee or dissolve or whatever. and it's Weird to just. have that assumption there because for a lot of games it really isn't clear if you're killing them or defeating them !!

that last point is extra important when you have the specific brand of Skittish Hero / Noble Hero Who Doesn't Kill People / Rational Hero In Way Over Their Head or whatever where you really don't think they Would kill a guy just to get them out of the way. in that case it's REALLY weird because it's hardly brought up. even if it Is brought up that that guy Sure Did Die the mc doesn't tend to actually have a reaction ??? and I don't know why this is ???? like Any written reaction would be more interesting than nothing even if the guy doesn't have a full on crisis about taking another life having them go "oh shit, The Consequences" would be nice. really anything except (oh cool we can advance the plot now).

I will also mention that Some deaths do matter plot wise but very frequently what makes them matter is how much of it is linked to an in game battle I think. if your mc just finishes a fight and comes back to the overworld and the guy's Disappeared or Dissolved or whatever it means they don't matter. if the guy's still around after the fight it means it's more significant, especially if they're still alive but wounded or Really Shaken Up. because this clears up the indistinguishable line between if a battle is lethal or not and if a character decides to deal a finishing blow now it's Way more telling of their character. even though this is basically the same thing that happened in the (killed In A Battle) scenario. just with more dialogue. I will also mention that the person who deals the finishing blow is Rarely Ever that good hearted protagonist and often they'll even go :0 at somebody else committing a murder despite them instigating and helping murder quite a few people. just. In Battle. so it's less bad. I guess.

this is leaving out the fact that in party deaths are often a Major Major Blow because like. ok that's fair. that's A Guy You Knew that's understandable. anyway I don't really know where I'm going with this I just think it's interesting how in these types of games death can swap from not mattering at all to mattering a Lot and if u don't think about it too hard u don't even question it. I'll probably be putting some examples in the tags idk

#i will note that in this specific instance most of my party Is actually super down with murder like vocally #so its less weird but it Is weird that the mc does. Not Seem The Type. #i mean not to say he should have tried to spare everybody i think its kinda neat that he doesnt but #if the fact that he doesnt was brought up at all thatd be interesting. have him acknowledge he killed a dude #but no hes just kind of standing there like (ok what next) no leaning one way or another #these would all be interesting reactions if they were actually Brought Up in dialogue but no its just. oversight #anyway this is about sand but ive also felt this about live a live and even bits of twewy #like specifically in lal the fact that the edo chapter Exists and killing people is just Battling Them made me look at Every Other Chapter #thru a lens of (okay am. am i killing these dudes.) and the answer is I DUNNO #like the guy exploded into a cloud of mist theres no way hes Not dead but its STRANGE #this felt most noticeable in the imperial china and present day chapters because they had mcs who decidedly did not feel down with murder #specifically present day because masaru is fighting this guy for the crime of killing a guys. and woa. he killed a guys. with his Hands #i think theres only a handful of deaths in lal that actually mean anything and you can tell which they are because they dont explode #like in You Know The Part with The Character I Cant Say that guys i think the only time defeating an enemy Leaves A Corpse #ok actually thats a lie the Other Guy I Cant Say in The Chapter Before That also died like that and that was equally important #s also worth mentioning that said first guy can ? also die without leaving a corpse? just turn to ash?? #depending on where u go with him. which is weird right. thats weird right. #maybe that just means (hey youre not supposed to feel bad about him dying this tiiiime) #anyway its 5 am ill post this in the morning #vee shut up

[hyunnie04]

puppy love

inspired by that one scene in skip and loafer where mitsumi pets shima's hair;; not my best but its cute jskfdh

kim seungmin x reader

genre: fluff, non-idol au

you have been staring at seungmin the entire day. not because of anything bad, it’s just that there's this one thing that has been bothering you lately. propping your fist against your chin, you let out a burdened sigh.

ever since he had dyed his hair this captivating caramel color at the start of senior year, which was only a few weeks ago, you can’t seem to get your eyes off him. 

the change was refreshing, like seeing him in a completely different light. it had suited him so well, the blondish gold complemented his features like it was supposed to be like that from the start.

whenever you would place your curious gaze on him, the gears in your mind start turning, unable to place your finger on what it reminded you of. it had definitely started to become sort of a routine for you.

you’re also pretty sure seungmin had figured out you have been burning holes at the back of his head during lectures or lunch. he would sometimes look back at you with a quirk of his lip and a questioning gaze, making you shift your focus to somewhere else, cheeks reddening like a child catching glimpses of their crush.

but now you are sure he looked like someone. but who? you’re trying to figure that out yourself.

you don’t know where this sudden fascination with his hair came from, was it because it made him look so handsome? or maybe the way it looked very cute whenever it flopped around when he moved? 

confused feelings for the caramel haired boy aside, you decide to let it go.

you were hanging out with the man himself and a bunch of other friends one afternoon and started scrolling through your phone. they wouldn’t mind, seeing as to how all of them were currently preoccupied with playing a board game.

“hey, you can’t just do that! you have to give me money!”

“i can do whatever i want!”

you subconsciously block the noise coming from your rowdy friends, very much used to the chaotic nature. your thumb landed on a really adorable picture of your sweet little puppy back at home, already missing him. a thought instantly strikes you.    

you look up from your phone. and then to seungmin. and then back to your phone. 

it’s the exact same?!

you’ve finally cracked it. he looked exactly like your family dog. comparing him to an actual dog sounded mean, but you meant this genuinely as a compliment, you absolutely adored your golden retriever puppy- haru, more than your own family. the longer you thought about it, it’s sweet demeanor and honey colored coat resembled kim seungmin right in front of you.

after thinking about this revelation, you kept it to yourself, out of context it could sound mean. the last thing you wanted was to offend someone when you meant it in an endearing way.

so upon walking home one day, hurried footsteps trailed behind yours, prompting you to turn to see who it was. it was seungmin himself, his hair flopping in the wind, resembling the cutest pair of puppy ears.

he finally stopped, panting heavily after chasing you for a good while now. he straightened up, opening his adorable mouth to say something to you.

you couldn’t help yourself, the thought of wanting to feel his soft looking hair.

“haru-” you cover your mouth as soon as the words left it, extremely mortified to have said it out loud.

“haru? who’s that?” seungmin teases your increasingly flustered state. “are you mistaking me for someone else?” it was too late, you have to explain now.

“no...its...my…family’s dog…” you blurted out, embarrassed of saying it in front of him. you had fully expected him to get mad but he doesn’t. instead, seungmin lets out a chuckle, his eyes crinkling in what seems to be delight.

“well, my hair is really soft.” he watches your face morph into confusion as he tucks his hands coyly into his pockets. he wasn’t mad?

 “do you want to touch? you've been staring at it all week.”

seungmin wasn’t known for being touchy with his friends or anyone for that matter so you can imagine the shock on your face when he leans down to your level, silently allowing you to do so.

placing a hesitant touch on his honey hued locks with one hand, you slowly bring your other to ruffle his head, really going at it and much like you would do to haru. a grin graces your features as his strands get messed up, absolutely elated that you now know what his hair feels like.

once you were done, he straightens up and pats his messy hair back in its place as best as he can. seungmin quietly wraps an arm around your shoulder, as if nothing happened.

“got it out of your system?” you nod gleefully.

“good, now i can ask you out for a date.”

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz scenarios #seungmin #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin fluff #skz fluff #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff

[multifariousqueer]

Okay..hear me out

Both of the miles dating a villain hcs? Kinda like Spiderman and black cat type of relationship?

Bet let’s do it.

Miles’ x Villian!reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of death and cuts, maybe some toxicity idk, lmk if I missed one

Miles 1610:

At first, you would sneak around with it and make sure he didn’t know.

Miles never questioned how you got fancy stuff, he just thought you had money saved up and we’re working

I headcannon that y’all would have secret identities at the same time, like y’all would be hiding your identities from eachother.

Y’all both sneak in the same dorm out of breath from fighting each other

“Hey babes” “hey what’s up? Why are you so sweaty” “why are you sweaty?”

It turns into you both going back and forth before you make up a lie

“I was… working out!” “You never work out” “are you tryna say something, Miles?” “No! No I’m just saying I’ve never seen you work out before, that’s all” “okay.”

You both get away from each other and sigh a breath of relief

Miles is lowkey afraid he’s catching feelings for the villian(you) but he tries to suppress it

You’re catching feelings for Spider-Man but trying not to say anything

I think he reveals his identity first.

You’re in shock but he doesn’t know that you’re the villain and he thinks you’re just shocked about Spider-Man

“So… what do you think, Mami?” “Wow. I mean wow. I’m proud of you but that’s a lot of information”

He is scared you’re gonna break up with him when in reality, you’re scared he’s gonna turn you into the cops

You still love him and this doesn’t change anything, it’s just you have more information on Spider-Man’s whereabouts 

He finds out you’re the villain during a fight in which you get hurt really bad and Spider-Man(miles) saves you from dying but reveals your identity in the process

“Y/n?…” “yeah?”

You cry because he steps back and covers his mouth with his hand

This man is so shocked and hurt oml

“So I’ve been fighting you this whole time?” “Yep. I’m sorry Miles I hope this doesn’t change anything”

It changes

He’s more protective of you and watches you 24/7 to make sure you aren’t partaking in any of your heists or crimes anymore

Y’all team up against a really bad guy(like the spot) and you learn to use your powers for good not evil

Miles 42:

Like our Miles, he keeps his identity a secret and you don’t realize it because you’re so caught up in your own crimes

He watches you from afar but doesn’t do anything, he just studies you and makes mental notes on your fighting skills

If y’all interact, you’d be very flirty and he would be very cold bc he has a girlfriend(you)

“Sooo the prowler huh?” “Yeah? You gotta problem with that?” “Nope, just wondering”

Is pissed that you’re hitting all of his spots and targets before he can

If you kill a guy Miles was supposed to kill, he wouldn’t be too happy

“That cabròn thinks he can take my money? He has another thing coming that’s for sure”

You sit terrified bc Miles looks genuinely angry since that’s how he got all his money that he used to spoil his princesa

Realizes something is up with you quickly tho

“What’s wrong, Ma? Where’d you get that cut on your face?” “Oh this? It’s nothing, really” “do I have to beat someone’s ass, mi amor?” “No miles it’s okay”

Watches you after school and watches you for the next week or so to make sure no one is bothering you but instead, he finds out your secret identity

He is shocked but doesn’t show it. He keeps it to himself tho

When you realize he’s the prowler, he brings up you being a villain

“So you’ve been the Prowler this whole time??? How could you keep something like this from me?” “It’s pretty simple when your girlfriend is also a villain. No te hagas el inocente, mi vida you’re just as wrong as me”

He is indeed right about that

You help him with some of his missions and he helps with some of yours

Together, y’all terrorize the night(mostly stealing from the rich and helping the poor)

Strengthens your relationship tbh

If something happened to you however, he would never forgive himself though, even if it was your fault

Y’all are Bonnie and Clyde fr 🫶🏽🫶🏽

#mcu fanfiction #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales headcannons #miles x reader #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #across the spiderverse spoilers #miles morales fanfiction #earth 42 miles #e42 miles #miles morales prowler #miles!spiderman #miles!prowler #miles 42 #earth 42 #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse fanart #spiderman into the spiderverse #marry me miles #marvel #for you #spider verse

[flowersandbigteeth]

hey is it alright if I send a request? Maybe comforting the reader when they are sad and feel inadequate and lonely? I don’t mind who you want to write for I just wanted to ask because I’m really struggling atm

Helloooo! I'm sorry you are feeling down. I also have been feeling down for a while, so this kind of took me some time to write. I didn't really know what to say to make myself feel better let alone someone else...but Vass just has a way of cheering people up I think ^_^

Drider (Vass) x gender neutral reader

Word Count: 1.2k

W: hurt/comfort fluff, little bit of angst and bathtime, sfw drider fluff

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Vass asked, looking down at you. 

You weren’t your usual cheerful self, bouncing around his nest on the spongy floor as you worked on the little assignments he gave you to help him out with his business. 

You sniffled and Vass gasped, scooping you up in his arms. 

“Dumpling,” he murmured, pushing your tear streaked face up to his, “tell me what’s going on…” 

You nodded to the mess you’d made on the floor. While working with the dyes you’d spilled the wrong color and then slipped in it, turning you and a whole pile of six beautiful shirts that were supposed to be red, blue. There was no way that was coming out and it was all uneven. You couldn’t save any of it, not to mention the blotchy blue streaks covering your feet and legs. You’d be dyed for weeks.  

“I can’t do anything right,” you mumbled, lowering your head, “I just mess everything up.” 

“(Y/N),” he cooed, trying to give you an encouraging smile, “you just made a mistake. I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself falling but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.” 

Your eyes filled with tears. 

“No,” you murmured, “I’m just a fuck up. I always ruin everything. That’s why they made me a trapper and wouldn’t let me back in the village. I was always knocking things over and breaking things. It’s like…I have a curse or something.”

On the word curse you let out a high pitched sob and tears tumbled from your cheeks. 

“I’m cringe,” you wailed. 

Vass tried not to laugh. 

“Cringe?” he asked. 

You nodded through your tears. 

“My whole life is just cringe. Everyone else makes a mistake once in a while, but I can’t walk two feet without breaking something or knocking it over or saying something stupid.” 

Vass clucked. 

“I’ve never heard you say anything stupid, (Y/N)” he assured you. 

You trembled in his arms. 

“You don’t understand,” you sniffled, “you haven’t known me long enough. Once I told the chief of the village in front of the whole assembly that he “rode me too hard” and everyone laughed. I was always saying stupid stuff like that. I was the laughing stock of the whole village. I’m just…cringe…nothing comes out right. I can’t ever do anything right. It was better when I couldn’t speak at all. I just suck.” 

You dissolved into your own pity party of tears and Vass sighed, pulling you to his chest, tucking you under his chin while he carried you to the bathroom. He didn’t speak or try to console you while he undressed you and then slid into the water with you. Sitting you on the little ledge of the large pool he carefully scrubbed the excess dye off of your feet. 

It didn’t come off completely, but you were no longer dripping with it. 

“You wanna know how my dad died?” Vass asked suddenly. 

You blinked at him through your tears. It wasn’t the sort of thing you could say “no” to, despite how caught up you were in your own misery so you nodded. 

“He was unabashedly a bastard,” he announced with a chuckle. 

You blinked. 

“What?” you asked. 

Vass’s eight eyes flicked up to you and he nodded. 

“He was. He was mean, drank too much and got meaner. He used to walk around the castle showing his dick to anyone he could catch just to prove how big it was and trust me it wasn’t that big. He almost bankrupted us on multiple occasions, almost dragged us into war by sleeping with the King of Verunia’s wife, and wrote really, really, really bad poetry about all of it, which he insisted our papers publish. He even wrote and forced the court to cast in movies he produced about his exploits, always painting himself as the hero.

“He died in a prison cell in Verunia, not from execution, but because he tried to eat a rat and contracted some kind of plague that gave him diarrhea. Can you imagine? The King of our land dying from trying to gnaw on a rat? The papers all published that he shit himself to death. The King. He was cringe, but you know what? The asshole had the most confidence of anyone I’ve ever met. It’s not fair.” 

Your mouth fell open a little at his story. 

“What’s not fair?” 

He chuckled. 

“That you’re in my bathtub crying over being the cutest little thing on the planet and he…spent his whole life informing anyone who would listen of what he thought were his many endearing attributes. I mean…anyone else would have been embarrassed, but not him. He held his head high every day of his life and I imagine he died with his head just as high.” 

He shook his head. 

“It’s not that you’re cringe,” he sighed, “it’s that the world doesn’t work right. The best people question themselves endlessly while the worst breeze through life like nothing around them matters. It should be the other way around.” 

He gave you a small lopsided smile. 

“You could spill a thousand vats of dye and you’d never be as cringe as my dad,” he said, “if you want more proof I’ll show you some of his poetry.” 

You looked at him and blinked before a little giggle wormed its way past your lips. 

“I-I’m sorry,”  you mumbled, “I shouldn’t laugh.” 

He shrugged. 

“It’s funny now,” he said, “but I can’t in good conscience let you sit here and beat yourself up and that’s what you’re doing. You’ve cornered yourself and now you are beating yourself down with your words. So you say silly things sometimes and you’re a little clumsy? You’ve never tried to hurt anyone. You’re kind to me and everyone else you’ve met.”

He chuckled. 

“You try not to step on ants,” he said, brushing your cheek with his fingertips, “If that’s your brand of cringe then I will happily be cringe with you. You can be cringe all day and I’m just going to think you’re cute.” 

You pouted. 

“It’s not cute,” you said, crossing your arms. 

He smirked at your defiance. 

“I’m not allowed to think you’re cute anymore?” he fake pouted back at you with his handsome face, “dunno if I can do that.” 

He pinched your blue toes. 

“You’ve got cute little toes…” 

Then he pinched your knees. 

“Cute little knees…” 

His fingers traveled up to your soft belly. 

“Cute little belly…”

He gathered your hands in his and pulled them to his lips. 

“Ten cute little fingers…” 

His eyes focused on your lips and he bent down and pressed his mouth gently against yours. 

“And a perfect, cute little mouth,” he purred into your lips. 

You were too flustered to feel very upset anymore and your cheeks bloomed with heat. He pulled you into his arms and rested his head on your shoulder so you felt the heat of his breath on your neck. 

“So stop beating up my cute little mate,” he said quietly, “I love you and I’ll fight you if I have to.”

You giggled at that. 

“You’re gonna fight me?” you asked. 

He nodded into your neck. 

“I’ll fight anyone who tries to hurt my mate, even you,” he assured you.

You giggled a bit and leaned your head back into his chest. 

“Well you’re a lot bigger and stronger than me,” you sighed, “I guess I have no choice but to surrender.” 

He hummed happily in victory. You still felt a little cringe and maybe a little silly for even being upset to start with but tucked in Vass’s arms you felt like it might be okay anyway.

#drider x human #drider boyfriend #yandere male #monster x reader #x reader #drider x reader #yandere fluff #male yandere #monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #human x monster #monster oc #spider #drider #sfw monster fluff #monster fluff #fantasy fluff

[nervousgardenerkid]

Hey, I love your writing 🫶

Please can you write an Eddie angst pleaseeeee.

The idea is that reader has been in love with Eddie for years and when he dies they’re distraught. The gang helps them through all the stages of mourning. Months later they wake up feeling really good so they go to one of the gangs house where they all will be hanging out. They all are acting really off and try to make them leave and then Eddie walks. Reader thinks they’re hallucinating until Eddie starts talking to one the kids and then it dawns on them that their best friends and the person they love have been lying all this time knowing the suffering they’ve endured. An argument and a confession follows, where they try to explain they did It to protect them but reader isn’t having any of it. All they want to do is hug Eddie but they can’t even look at him. They leave on bad terms with everyone. I can’t think of an ending heheh :))

I’m so sorry that request is so long. Thank you so much hope you have a lush day :))

In the back of my mind, you died

a/n: ANON I LOOOOOVEEEEEE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!! YOUR BRAIN IS SO SMART FOR THIS!!!! i'm sorry it took so long my life has been hectic rn😭i'm not sure if i'll be writing a part two to this?? the ending might be fixed/changed cause idk how i feel about it,,anyways i hope you enjoy it and credit to the gif owner! <3

read part two here!

Denial. That's all you've been doing is denying. Eddie didn't die, no. He's just decided to lay low until this whole "earthquake" shit and him being a murderer dies down. That's all he's doing you think to yourself, but that doesn't stop the nightmares of him dying in your arms. Every time you close your eyes you see the exact moment where the life leaves his eyes. You can't escape the horrible memory no matter what you do, you don't want to consider therapy cause how are you supposed to say that the love of your life died in the claws of bats from another dimension? Exactly, you can't.

You appreciate your friends, you do. You love them so much but you wish that they can leave you alone.

“I’m not broken, you know that right?”

Steve looks up from the magazine he's reading on your bed and smiles.

“I know that.”

“So why are you guys on babysitting duty with me?”

He sighs.

“Y/n, we're just worried. You've been ignoring the fact that Eddie-”

“Don't.” you cut him off.

“He's gone y/n. We're not rushing you to let him go, take all the time you need.” he stands up from his spot on the bed and crouches down to be eye level with you.

“But you're going to have to accept it sooner or later, and when you do we promise to all be here for you.”

Tears start to form and you throw your arms around him finally letting go of all the bottled-up emotions you have.

Anger. Pure anger is running through your veins when you see students gathered in front of Eddie's locker. Some are writing mean things, others are leaving sincere notes either way it pisses you off. Nobody in this school liked Eddie! It was always just you and hellfire who stuck up for him, so why the hell is everyone acting as if they care?!

“This is bullshit,” Gareth mumbles next to you.

You scoff. “Tell me about it. He's gone and suddenly the whole town loves him?”

“Like they weren't accusing him of murder weeks ago.”

If there was anyone you knew who was taking his death as hard as you, it was Gareth. Gareth knew Eddie his whole life, Eddie was practically his brother, and the fact that he doesn't even know what happened to him kills you.

“I fucking hate this town.” You whispered while shaking your head when the cheer team leaves a teddy bear in front of his locker.

Gareth chuckles, you take it as a sign of agreement.

“If I could I burn it to the fucking ground.”

You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are red and you're not sure if it's cause he's been crying, or because maybe rick gave him the hookup but you give him a soft smile. You've talked to Gareth before, and you consider him a friend. You glance down at the watch resting on your wrist and look back at Gareth.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

“Hell yeah, let's go.”

You Gareth quickly exit the school and you both try to ignore the heartbreak you feel when you think of how happy Eddie would be knowing his best friends have someone to watch each other's backs.

Bargaining is something you find yourself frequently doing. You toss and turn through the night and look at your alarm clock. The bright red 1:00 taunting you. You let out a quiet tsk and decide enough is enough, quietly searching through your dresser you pick out the first pair of pants and grab the first shirt you see. You open your window making sure to leave it a crack open for you for whenever you sneak back in. You're not sure where you're going yet, your brain is not up to full speed with your body but soon you start recognizing that you're going to Eddie's trailer. Before you know it you're a good distance away from it but you stop in your tracks. Your heart is pounding and it's the first time you ask yourself what exactly are you doing here? We're planning on going to the upside down to find Eddie? Were you even looking for Eddie? Your thoughts are cut short when you see a familiar set of curls hidden under a hat exit the trailer quietly.

“Dustin?”

His body tenses and he turns around slowly to face you. He smiles at you nervously and waves as you take steps to get closer. You weren't supposed to be here, he hasn't even spoken a word to you and the guilt is already starting to eat him alive.

“Y/n! What are you uh, doing here?”

You cross your arms.

“I should ask you the same thing.”

Dustin stood frozen on the porch speechless, his eyes scanning your body trying to find any kind of clue as to why you're here. He wants to come clean and say it but he made a promise, and he was way too scared to break it. He narrows his eyes at you and something in his clicks when he sees the determined look on your face.

“Were you going back?”

“I-i think so? I don't know.”

Dustin mumbles out a Jesus Christ and stumbles over to you, dragging you away from the trailer.

“Are you insane?! What exactly were you gonna do?”

You stop walking, causing Dustin to look at you. His heart sinks when he sees tears falling down your cheeks as you stumble over your words.

“I just want him back Dustin.” you cry out.

Dustin wraps his arms around you and holds you as you cry, his brain is screaming for him to tell you. To just end all the pain you've been feeling but he made a promise. They all did.

He pulls away from you and gives you a sad smile.

“I miss him too, but y/n, you can't risk your life going back in there for something that's not even there.”

“We just left him there Dustin. His uncle never even got to see him.”

The both of you are crying now.

“And that's killing me, but there's nothing we can do.”

You look Dustin in the eyes and you have a strange feeling in your gut that he's hiding something but you're too exhausted to question him. You nod your head, wiping away the tears that fell down your face, and take a deep breath.

“Yeah. Yeah, you're right.”

“C'mon, let's go home. You can ride my bike, my leg is killing me.”

You hum knowing his leg is a bit more sensitive since the incident and agree to take him home.

“I'll walk home after I drop you off.”

“My mom thinks I'm at Lucas’.”

Silence is shared between the two of you as you slowly turn to look at Dustin.

“You mean the Lucas who's practically living at the hospital reading to Max?”

Dustin kicked a rock and mumbled out how it sounded better in his head. You shake your head and chuckle, throwing your leg around his bike and waiting till you felt his hands resting on your shoulders. While Dustin was getting on the bike you took a glance at the trailer that sat behind you two and you could be sworn you saw a figure that you knew all too well.

“You ready?” Dustin asked you. You looked at him then back at the trailer only to be met with nothing. You cleared your throat and nodded your head.

“Yeah, let's go.”

Everyone was worried about you the second Eddie was gone, but to their surprise, you were still up and moving. What they should have been worried about was the third month of his death. Depression hit you like a semi and you couldn't get out of bed to save your life. Everyone would stop by to drop off some food and water only to throw it out the next day when they saw it was untouched. They tried everything to get you out of bed but were unsuccessful every time.

It was midnight now, Nancy was sleeping on the couch in the living room as you rotted away in bed. They usually didn't spend the night but you haven't eaten in five days, to say your friends were worried about you was an understatement. You stared at the picture of you and Eddie laughing that rested on your nightstand when the familiar feeling of needing to use the restroom came back. For the first time in days, you slowly took the blanket off of you and began to sit up in bed. The room spun a little bit but now you were sitting up and looking at your bedroom door.

Go. You thought to yourself. Just go pee and then you can get back into bed. The thought of standing alone was enough to exhaust you, let alone use the restroom. You know you should get up, your bladder was starting to hurt from how long you haven't used the restroom but you couldn't move. You look down at your feet and see one of Eddie's shirts on the floor, it was his favorite, and now it's dirty. It's dirty, it's on the floor, and it was nearly forgotten about until now. The pain in your bladder was getting stronger but you didn't move, you stayed sat in bed looking at the shirt with tears streaming down your face.

Your thoughts are cut short when you feel a sudden pang of pain in your lower abdomen. You let out a gasp and quickly put pressure on it but it only makes things worse. I need to pee. Was the only thing running through your mind. You start to stand up but let out a small cry from how much it hurts.

“Y/n?” You heard Nancy call. You stayed quiet trying to steady your breathing. You take small steps toward your bedroom door, counting down how many you have left to go to the restroom when you fall to the ground. You hear Nancy start to run to you as you cry and clutch your side tightly.

“Jesus Christ, what happened?!” Nancy asks as she rushes over to you. You push her away determined to get yourself to the restroom. You know what she's thinking. You know she probably thinks you're insane at the fact that you could get a kidney infection trying to get to the restroom by yourself cause you're thinking the exact same thing. You curl into a fetal position on the floor, your breathing rapid as the pain gets worse with each passing minute. Nancy decides enough is enough and helps you up while whispering how you'll be okay. She helps you stand up and gently shushes you when you let out a whimper.

“It's okay, you're gonna be okay,” she whispers. She takes you toward the restroom and turns on the bath for you. She makes sure the water is warm before she looks at you, you have your shirt pulled over your legs as you sit on the toilet finally giving your bladder some ease.

“I uh, I'm running you a bath,” she says gently. “If you need help with anything, call me, okay?”

You nod your head and watch as she leaves the bathroom and closes the door, leaving it a little open.

You sigh and slowly get off the toilet, holding onto the wall for support as you flush it. You step into the bathtub with your shirt still on and sit in the warm water. Nancy knocks on the door and peeks her head in to check on you. You both make eye contact and you clear your throat.

“C-can you wash my hair?”

Nancy nods her head and rolls the sleeves of her pajama shirt up. She sits on the edge of the tub and gently strokes your hair as you rest your cheek on your knees.

“There's a cup in the cabinet. Eddie would bring the dog that lived next door and we’d give her a bath.

Nancy makes her way to the cabinet and grabs the small cup, filling it with water and counting down before she gently pours it onto your head. Comfortable silence is shared between you two before she drains the water and grabs a towel. She helps you stand, squeezing out as much water as she could from your shirt before you grab onto her hand.

“Thank you. F-for helping me.”

She gives you a sad smile and wraps the towel around your shoulders.

“I changed your sheets, and there are some clothes laid out for you.”

You hold onto her hand as she helps you out of the slippery tub and onto the cold tile floor. She leads you to her room, closing the door all the way so that you can change out of your wet clothes. You place the towel on the floor and toss the shirt on top of it knowing you'll take it out soon. You slip into the comfortable clothes and sit on the edge of your bed, your hands rubbing over the clean material of the new sheets Nancy changed for you.

Your eyes drift back to the picture that's on your nightstand and you swear that you can hear Eddie's voice in your head telling you to eat something. You hear three knocks on your bedroom door and you're guessing you told Nancy to come in cause now she's leaning up against your door and smiling at you.

“I know it's nearly one in the morning but are you hungry?”

You wanted to say no, you're too tired to eat anything and you just want to lay in bed and sleep until you feel better, but you don't. Instead, you slowly nod your head.

“I think there's still some pizza in the fridge from when Steve and Robin came over.”

Nancy gave you a genuine smile, happy that you finally decided to eat some food. She started to leave your room to reheat the pizza when she heard you call out for her.

“Thank you. Seriously, this whole…healing process hasn't been easy for me.” You clear your throat and send her a small smile. “So thank you, really. You've all helped me so much, I don't know what I would do without you guys."

Something in Nancy shifted, you could tell from the way her shoulders dropped and the small smile she gave you.

“Y/n?”

She wants to say it. She's seen you suffer enough and it's killing her not to tell you everything she knows. It's on the tip of her tongue, she's so close to saying it. You look at her with raised eyebrows.

“You never have to thank us. What are friends for?”

A few more months pass and little by little you start to feel okay, normal even. Is currently Friday, which is movie day at Steve's. It started as a way to get you out of the house but it's blossomed into something more now, you park the car in front of Steve's house and grab the snacks that are in the passenger seat of your car. You hum out a tune and gently kick at the door with your foot. Robin opens the door laughing but quickly stops when she sees it's you.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?”

“Haha, very funny.” you teased. “It’s movie day! Here grab the snacks so I can come in,” you say while dumping some snacks into her arms. She stumbles over words and her feet as you make your way into the house, you throw a hey to everyone and place the snacks onto Steve's counter.

“Geez, why is everyone quiet? Did you guys start the movie without me?” you chuckle out. You turn toward your friends who are sitting on the couch staring at you with wide eyes.

“Jesus, are you guys okay? It's like you've all seen a ghost or something.”

“Thanks for giving me my vest back Steve, I've been dying to see her again.”

Your body stiffens and your blood runs cold when you hear a voice that you've missed for far too long. Your eyes lock with Dustin and suddenly everything clicks. The night you found Dustin at Eddie’s trailer, the way everyone looked at you with guilty eyes, how everyone seemed like they were walking on eggshells when they were around you. They knew. They all knew.

“It's no problem man, I washed like three times- oh shit.”

This had to be a trick. You must've not been over his death yet and now your brain is making you hallucinate him. You slowly turn around to face him and tears instantly form in your eyes. Eddie feels himself freeze under your gaze, feeling like a criminal that's been caught. You shake your head and walk up to him, you raise your hand as if you're going to rest it on his shoulder but you freeze.

“You're not real.” You whisper while shaking your head. You let out a laugh like it's some kind of sick joke and turn toward your friends.

“Please tell me he's not real.”

The lack of answers confirmed it for you. You then turned toward Eddie with tears streaming down your face, but there was fire behind your eyes.

“How long have you been here?”

“Y/n, hear me out-”

“How long?!”

Eddie stays quiet and decides his shoes are much more interesting cause he can't bring his eyes to meet yours. You let out a scoff and look at your friends.

“Okay, since the fucking ghost doesn't want to talk I'll ask you guys. How long has he been back?”

“Ever since you caught me at his trailer,” Dustin spoke up.

You sniffled and nodded your head.

“So did you all know?”

Everyone on the couch nodded their head and Steve mumbled a quiet yeah.

“Was anyone going to tell me?”

“We wanted to,” Mike began.

“That's not what I asked. I asked if you were ever going to tell me.”

Everyone was silent once again and to be honest, you were getting fed up with it.

“you know what?” you chuckled out. “I think I'm done.”

“Done?” Nancy asked.

You grabbed your keys and started to walk toward the door.

“Yeah. With you guys.”

Everyone started to talk over each other and Eddie rushed to stand in front of the door, blocking you from leaving.

“Hey hot shot, just hear them out. Hear us out.” He begged.

For the first time in months, you look Eddie in the eyes, and it feels like you're back at the very beginning.

“Get out of my way Eddie, or else you'll wish you were dead.”

Defeated, he steps out of the way but chases you outside. The sun was no longer in the sky and the dam finally broke. Tears were streaming down your face and you felt arms wrap around you. You try your best to push him away but he's not letting you go.

“Get off of me!” you cry out.

“Sweetheart, please.”

“No! Do you know how fucking miserable I was Eddie?! Did you know that I considered going back to that hell hole to get you?!” you're pushing him now and you catch a glance of your former friends watching you from the window.

Eddie grabs your hands trying to stop you but you twist out of his grasp.

“For months people you love have suffered Eddie! This isn't even about me anymore! Does your uncle know you're back?! What about Gareth and the rest of the party?!”

Eddie shakes his head and tears are forming in his eyes.

“Really?! You're crying, Eddie?!”

“You weren't supposed to find out this way.”

“Then how? How the fuck was I supposed to find out Eddie? Were you going to come to my house with a bouquet of flowers? Were you gonna wait until I tried to go back to the upside-down again?”

Eddie stayed silent. He never really thought about how he was going to tell you, or how you would react. He knew that the more time dragged on the more difficult it would be, but he still had hope.

You saw a tear fall down Eddie's cheek and it took everything in you to not wipe it away. You've dreamt of this moment, you've even prayed for it but this isn't how it was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be happy he was alive, jump into his arms and finally kiss him as you've always wanted to do.

“You know,” you started as you walked to the driver's side of the car. “You may not be dead anymore Eddie,”

You start the car. “But you're dead to me.” you nod your head at everyone gathered by the window.

“They are too. I don't want to see any of you ever again.”

You drove off after that, you weren't sure where you were going, considering all your friends lied to you about something that big. Part of you wants to rationalize what they've done, and you can kinda understand why they did it but you would've never done that to them.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as you walk up to the front door of the last person you should be seeing. You knock three times and wipe away the tears that are streaming down your face, you look like a mess right now you're sure of it but you don't care.

“Y/n?” Gareth asks with concern. “What's going on, why are you crying?”

“Eddie isn't dead.”

Gareth wants to laugh, but he can't. He won't. The way you look right now, the shakiness in your voice. He wants to think you're joking but what kind of sick person would make a joke about this? He steps to the side and opens the door wide for you, silently asking you to come in. You step inside his home and stuff your hands into your pockets, not bothering to wipe away your tears anymore.

“You've got a lot of explaining to do.”

You let out a humorless chuckle. “How much time do you have?”

Gareth let's out a sigh and hugs you, his hand rubbing your back gently as you cry into his shoulder.

"I've got all the time in the world right now."

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things blurb #stranger things angst #eddie stranger things

[babybluebex]

Ok but being close with Eddie but never admitting how you feel about him in fear of losing his friendship. After the close call with the demobats you start to pull away and once he's healed enough he confronts you wanting to know why

oh anon i want you to know this started as a small blurb and i got SO carried away, so have this hehe warnings under the cut for mentions of blood and injuries

You couldn't even bare to glance at him without the memories returning, the rushing of blood in your ears as Eddie laid on the floor choking and dying, the cold in your heart when you thought he had died. He was asleep in the spare bed at Dustin's house, his trailer not having survived the earthquake, and you were the one tasked with watching him for the night. Typically, it was Dustin— to the outsiders who peeked in, it made more sense if there wasn't a revolving door of the wanted murderer's friends cycling in and out of the house— but you had begged him to even let you see Eddie. But now that you were next to him, you understood why Dustin had said no.

Eddie looked awful. Like, awful awful. "Microwaved shit," Eddie would say, if he were awake. His eyes were rimmed with purple and blue, his mouth dry, puffy, and still blood-stained. His hair hadn't been kept, and you absently pushed it back and combed through it as you watched him breath. His breathing was wheezy on every tired inhale, and he exhaled through his mouth. You couldn't take the sight of him, all bruised and battered in the small bed, and you bit your lip as you got up to leave. A glass of water would help your heavy heart, or maybe you could pretend it would and the placebo would help.

"Hey," came a gargled, raspy voice, and you turned quickly. Eddie was awake. He blinked blearily, probably overridden with pain, and he smacked his dry lips together a few times. "Where're you goin'?"

"Just getting some water," you said hastily. "I'll bring you back something. A-And some pain meds."

"Wait," Eddie told you, and he shifted in bed to face you. He didn't have a shirt, letting the wounds on his side and the scratches on his arms breath, and you looked away as the blankets fell to expose a smooth hip. "Oh, what? Never seen a hip?"

"Eddie," you sighed. While you were glad that his humor had remained, even in pain, you weren't in the mood for games. Every time those big, brown eyes landed on you, you felt sick, and you could only remember the screech of the tailed demobats as they nearly ripped Eddie limb from limb. But they hadn't, you reminded yourself. Eddie was alive. He was here and alive, even if he was in bad shape.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Where are you going?"

"I told you, I'm getting some water," you told him, and he shook his head slowly, carefully; his neck wound was still looking bad.

"No, not that," Eddie said. "What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on, Ed," you sighed. "Why would you think that?"

Eddie sighed and touched his side gently, seeming like he was ready to drop the subject. "I'm sorry," Eddie said gently. "But thank you, for taking care of me and all."

"Of course," you told him. "You're my best friend."

"You're treating me like I'm not, though," Eddie said, and anger brewed in your stomach. Why won't he just leave it alone? "What happened? Why did that fuck you up so bad? If this were Dustin, you wouldn't be so torn up about it."

"I told you," you sighed. "You're my best friend, I can't just... I was covered in your blood, Eddie. I thought you were going to die in my arms, and I made my peace with it in seconds, and now..." Your voice broke, and tears dotted at your eyes. "And now you won't leave me alone!"

"What do you mean—"

"Every second of every day, you're there," you sniffled. "You're in my head and you won't get out! How am I supposed to function knowing that you're here and I can't help you?"

"Why are you pushing me away?" Eddie asked. "Why won't you even won't look at me anymore?"

"Because I love you!" you told him. "I love you and it fucking sucks to see you hurting so badly, so I... I just don't see it. I choose not to see you fighting for your life, and it hurts to pretend that you're not hurting, but it's easier for me to pretend because... Because I love you."

Eddie didn't seem taken aback by the confession, like you thought he would be, and he slowly reached out for you. You hated the way his hand and arm shook, and you quickly tangled your fingers with his. "I-I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I didn't mean to... Just dump that on you, I..." Eddie carefully tugged you back closer to his bed, and you sat back down in the chair and leaned forward, pressing your forehead into Eddie's chest. "I'm sorry."

Eddie's hands clumsily touched your cheeks, and he lifted your head up to look at him. His big eyes were full of tears, and he held your face in his weak hands. His thumbs smoothed over your cheeks, drying up your tears, and he whispered, "I love you too."

"Eddie—" you started. but he tugged you close to him before you could say more, and he kissed you. His lips molded to yours, like he was made to fit with you, and you kissed him back quickly, wishing and hoping that the moment was real. You needed Eddie to be kissing you, because then it was all real. You wanted everything to be real, even the bad parts, because the bad parts led you to him, to this moment.

"I really mean it," Eddie whispered, a shaky breath hitting your lips. Your arms went around him, and you guided him to lay back down. Obviously, sitting up and talking and doing so much was too much for him, and he winced as his wounds throbbed with pain. "I love you. I've loved you for years."

"Shut up," you laughed gently, and Eddie's hand took your tightly, tighter than you thought he would be able to.

"No," Eddie said. "You've opened this can of worms. Now you're gonna hear all about how much I love you."

You sniffled. "When did you realize?" you asked.

"Same moment as you," Eddie said. "When I was making my peace. I realized how much I would miss you, and it didn't make sense to me until you got to me. Watching you kneel down and feeling your warmth around me, I knew why I would miss you. Because I love you."

"You're so cheesy," you laughed lightly.

"Swiss cheese, maybe," Eddie said. "The amount of holes I've got..."

You sighed, and Eddie chuckled before a cough wracked through his body. "You know," you started as his coughing trailed off. "Getting attacked by wicked devil bats and living to tell the tale is pretty metal."

"I'm the most metal motherfucker ever," Eddie said, and you pushed back his hair to kiss his forehead. "Take that, Ozzy."

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[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | lV

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your first lessons at Cobra Kai are what you expected, though, what your boyfriend does was the last thing you thought you'd ever see.

Warnings: bullying, name calling, violence

Word Count: 2.1k

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“C’mon you saw Miguel kicked ass,” Eli attempted to get Demetri on board with the whole karate thing.

“It’ll be fun,” you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder before he had the chance to knock down any positive thought.

You stayed huddled together, your shoulder brushing with Eli’s every so often.

“Quiet!” a loud voice shouted and you all flinched, the dojo dying down. “Face front,” he scanned over the group before he began snaking through, taking a look at all of you. 

You felt a little self-conscious when he approached, your gaze trying not to meet his.

“Nice shirt,” he complimented Demetri and you were taken aback. “I’m joking. It sucks,” he was quick to take it back after Demetri thanked him.

He then went on, telling someone he had terrible teeth and calling another a virgin. 

“When I look around this dojo, I don’t see Cobra Kai material,” he began. “I see losers, I see nerds,” he added.

You glanced down, regretting you showed up. If he was just going to bully you like Yasmine and Moon, then what was the point?

“But in my short time as a sensei, I’ve also seen some miracles,” he looked over to his first two students; Aisha and Miguel. 

You smiled slightly at that, maybe you were too quick to judge just like he was.

“So maybe there’s some hope for you yet,” he did another scan. “But first I need to see where everybody is at, so fall in!” he ordered. 

You all glanced at each other, murmuring in confusion. 

“Line up!” he clarified.

Thinking he meant to lind up behind Aisha and Miguel, you followed the crowed. You stood between Eli and Demetri while you awaited the next orders.

“No lines,” he sighed out, running a hand over his face.

“You mean rows?” Demetri spoke up. 

You stifled a laugh. This was exactly what you expected when you decided to join Cobra Kai.

~

The next day at practice, you all managed to get into rows. 

You stood behind Miguel. Demetri and Eli stood next to you in the row. 

“Fighting positions,” Sensei barked.

You got into position, raising your fists and making sure your stance was proper. 

“Jab punch,” he said but didn’t order to go so you waited, though a few didn’t listen. “No, not until I say go,” he added for clarity. “Hiya,” he gave the all-clear.

You followed through with the motion, left fist then right, making sure you used the weight of your body to help. 

He went around, correcting students until he came to the front. “Hey, Lip,” he called out and immediately your blood rushed cold. “Yeah, you. The one with the freaky lip, who do you think I’m talking about?” 

Eli faltered, his gaze dropping. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Lawrence,” Demetri spoke up. 

You inhaled, not knowing if that was a good idea or a bad idea. As much as you wanted to stand up for Eli, your boyfriend for crying out loud, you also knew Sensei was kind of a bully. You didn’t know how to stand up to them yet…

“Sensei Lawrence,” Aisha corrected. 

“Okay,” Demetri chuckled. “You really shouldn’t make fun of someone’s physical appearance,” he explained.

You agreed wholeheartedly but that feeling in your stomach told you he should shut up.

“Is that so?” Sensei’s brows raised. “So I’m not supposed to mention his lip at all?” he pointed at Eli. 

His brows creased together, biting down when the entire class’s attention fell on him. 

“Well, yeah,” Demetri said point-blankly. 

“Maybe that’s what they teach you in school, but out in the real world, you can’t expect people to do what they’re supposed to do,” Sensei pointed. 

You felt inclined to agree but at the same time, you wanted him to stop making fun of Eli. There was no harm in being nice.

“You hear that lip?” Sensei called Eli’s attention again. “If you can’t handle someone making fun of you, how are you gonna handle an elbow to the teeth?” he asked.

Are those equivalent though? You asked yourself. You bit down on your lip, holding your hands behind you as you watched as a bystander.

“By calling the police,” Demetri suggested.

You glanced at Miguel as he told him to knock it off and you couldn’t help but agree. Still, you didn’t say anything. 

Speaking up will only make it worse.

“Why should I be scared of him? Because he’s got a snake on the wall?” Demetri gestured. “It’s not like he can give us a bad grade, we’re paying him,” he made a note to emphasize. “He can’t actually hurt us”.

The feeling in your gut grew, something bad definitely was going to happen.

You were right.

Sensei stayed quiet but stalked over to your best friend. 

“Are you done?” he came face to face with him. 

Demetri looked confused, the rest of the students circling around. You sent Eli a worried look, one he returned.

“Go on, hit me,” Sensei ordered. 

Demetri got into the stance and attempted to throw a punch but was easily blocked, the hit not even hard.

“Harder,” he said. 

Reluctantly, Demetri did again but failed. The third time, Sensei actually flipped him onto his back. 

Demetri huffed out in pain and most likely embarrassed.

“Let that be a lesson to all of you,” Sensei pointed a finger around. 

You averted your gaze, fidgeting on your feet. You weren’t sure whether or not to call that a close one.

~

“Do you still want to go?” you asked Eli as you sat in study hall.

You felt more at ease now, Kyler not messing with any of you now knowing Miguel would beat his ass if he got caught messing with his friends. 

“Yeah,” he set his pen down. “I think what Sensei says is a little true,” he shrugged. 

“Me too,” you agreed. “I’m not happy about what he did to Demetri though,” you shrugged.

“He quit, so I don’t think that’ll be a problem anymore,” he responded. 

You nodded, deciding maybe it was for the best. He had a bad experience, but it was clear you two wanted to learn self-defense. 

“What about you though? He calls you “Lip”,” you furrowed your brows. 

“I can take it,” he averted your gaze, voice softening. “I want to go back,” he reassured.

You pressed your lips together. 

It was an easy answer, you were going back.

The third time’s a charm, right?

Wrong.

“Okay, everybody, fall in,” Sensei walked out of his office.

You and Eli took your places. 

“Where is everyone?” Sensei glanced around the emptier dojo. 

You glanced over your shoulder as he named out the hurtful nicknames he called out. 

Gee, wonder why they left. 

Part of you was proud of Eli, even after the bullying he received, he had the desire to come back. That took guts and it only made you like him more. 

“They quit, Sensei,” Miguel answered.

“Are you serious?” he dropped his arms to his side. “I mean, good, that was a test,” he recovered. “I wanted to see who the quitters were. Not you guys, you’re in it to win it, right?” he attempted to encourage and you gave in, nodding slightly. 

He went on, saying how you could be doing other things but instead chose to learn how to fight. Which you figured was a good thing.

“Lip. Look. Even Lip’s tougher than those guys,” he pointed at Eli.

You sighed out. This could have been better. 

“Could you please not call me that?” Eli spoke up, which caught you by surprise but your pride grew even though you weren’t sure how this would go again. 

He repeated what he said after Sensei didn’t catch it but Miguel butted in, hoping to diverge the situation.

“No, Lip has something he wants to say,” Sensei brushed off. “Sorry, speak up, Lip. Or is your tongue messed up too?” He taunted.

You saw the way Eli’s demeanor changed but you were unsure how to help. But your eyes widened when Sensei made a comment that didn’t sit well with you.

“Um, the doctor said I could be on the spectrum,” Eli reluctantly responded. 

Your heart fell. He shouldn’t have had to explain himself. 

Sensei made an obscure suggestion for him to “get off it pronto” and then followed with him getting surgery to “fix” his lip.

“I was born with a cleft lip. This is the scar from the surgery,” Eli explained. 

Part of you wanted to go up and kiss him right there to prove to everyone he wasn’t a loser. But you couldn’t find any ounce of courage within you to do it. 

“You mean it looked worse before?” Sensei’s brows rose.

“Can we change the subject?” Eli’s eyes darted across the room, unsure of how to diffuse the conversation. 

“I want to but it’s right in front of me,” Sensei made the situation worse. “If you don’t want to just be a nerd with a scar on his lip, then you gotta flip the script, okay?” He told him, bringing up more suggestions of getting a tattoo or a patch. 

The more he spoke, the more Eli got nervous. Without another thought, he walked out of the dojo through the back.

You hesitated running after him, but you were honestly afraid to face the scrutiny of Sensei. 

You would check on him after class you told yourself. 

And you did. 

You rode your bike to his house first thing after class.

Knocking on the front door, you wrung your lip between your teeth as you waited in anticipation.

“Hi, Mrs. Moskowitz, is Eli here? He left his shoes and bag at the dojo,” you held up his items. “He also hasn’t been responding to my messages,” you pulled your sleeves over your hands after she took his belongings from you.

“Hi, hon,” she greeted. “He’s not really up for company at the moment, I’m sure once he feels better he’ll talk,” she pressed her lips in a reassuring smile. 

“Okay, thanks. Can you let him know I just hope he’s okay?” you asked.

“For sure, but can you tell me what happened? He won’t talk,” her face pinched in concern as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“The teacher is a little tougher than we thought,” you shrugged, not wanting to give too much away since you knew Eli’s mom would blow things out of proportion.

You also knew Eli would rather forget about this ever happening. 

“Thanks for stopping by,” his mom nodded before shutting the door.

~

He wasn’t at school the next day either. 

You stared at your phone, going through the unreceived messages before locking it and throwing it in your bag. 

A few minutes later, class started. 

You were lined up next to Miguel when Sensei walked out in front of you. 

“Three more absences,” Miguel sighed.

“A bunch of pussies,” Aisha mocked.

“No, it’s my fault,” Sensei admitted and you were shocked. “Since you joined, I’ve been hard on you. But Cobra Kai is about strength. If you’re not strong on the inside, you can’t be strong on the outside,”

He went on to say that he once used to be a loser until he shed his skin and became badass.

You nodded along, each word hitting. You knew he was right and maybe that’s why you decided to come back even though your friend and boyfriend decided to quit. 

You didn’t want to be a loser anymore that was an easy target for Yasmine or Moon. You wanted to be the badass who knew how to stand up for herself. 

You knew deep down this is what you needed to do to get to that point.

Just then someone entered.

Your eyes widened in shock, heart rate rising as you stared at the boy with the blue mohawk. 

He radiated such confidence that you gravitated towards him. When you glanced into his eyes, that’s when you realized who it was.

“Eli?” you furrowed your brows, staring at the boy you fell in love with in kindergarten who looked entirely different.

“I took your advice, and decided to flip the script,” he smirked.

The tone of his voice, his stance, his gaze—he was an entirely different person.

You were taken aback…in a good way. 

“Woah, you’re the kid with the lip?” Sensei Lawrence pointed at him. “You see, this is what I’m talking about,” he smiled as he pumped his fist. “Hawk,” he snapped his fingers. “Fall in”.

The name was fitting.

He stood next to Aisha.

Sensei scanned across the room before he opened his mouth, standing in front of Hawk.

“Fear does not exist in this dojo, does it?” he asked him.

“No, Sensei,” Hawk squared his shoulders. 

“Pain does not exist in this dojo, does it?” 

“No, Sensei,” Aisha shook her head.

“Defeat does not exist in this dojo, does it?” 

“No, Sensei,” Miguel affirmed.

With approval, Sensei turned around before he shouted, “Class, are you ready to learn the way of the fist?”

You all responded firmly.

“Yes, Sensei!”

#eli moskowitz x reader #hawk x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz #cobra kai

[wooahaes]

strawberry cheesecake

pairing: non-idol?han x gn!reader [reader has a uterus/is menstruating]

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: menstruation tw. food tw. this was meant to be non-idol but honestly read it however you like, idc. reader gets kind of emotional bc have you ever had really good food when ur having a bad day? its healing. also this isnt proofread.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute boy and enjoy cheesecake w him and then take a lil nap while being comforted... han would understand me on the cheesecake part. he would. also this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. be free.

“Oh, hey! Sorry to bother you, but, uh... Why did Jisung tear ass out of here like... maybe ten minutes ago?”

You’d been half-asleep when Chris called you for the third time in five minutes. Work was tiring, you were exhausted and ache-y, and you had opted to collapse into bed for a quick nap before you made dinner and relaxed for a few hours. Of course, fifteen minutes after you laid down and barely five minutes after you fell asleep, your phone had started ringing. And of course, it was the Christopher Bang himself, calling about your boyfriend like you kept tabs on his every move.

“No clue. Bye, Chris--”

“I’m asking because he mentioned your name,” he said before you could hang up. “Did something happen? Like. He heard someone mention what time it is, said ‘oh, shit’ and then booked it out and said he’d be back in maybe an hour. I mean, we’re not busy or anything, but if you needed something--”

“What?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck, you were still feeling a headache coming on. “Chris, I don’t know why he would--”

Immediately, you heard the sound of your front door being bust open and the sound of footsteps. Your bedroom door opened after a moment, and there stood Jisung with a plastic bag in one hand.

“Is that him?”

“That’s him,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll text you later.”

Jisung quickly made his way over to you, setting the bag aside carefully as he sat down in front of you. “I didn’t forget!”

You stared at him. “Uh. Hi, baby--Everything okay?”

“This morning,” he opened the plastic bag, “you said you wanted cheesecake after you got off work. I was going to bring it by sooner, I just--I got caught up with the guys, and then--”

He pulled out two containers of cheesecake from one of your favorite cafes to frequent with him. The strawberries and whipped cream were packaged separate, and there was something cute about the way Jisung was careful to make sure they were still sealed as he set them on top of your slice--setting his own strawberries with yours.

“And then I had to order and wait and--and it didn’t take long, but I was supposed to come straight here, and...” He trailed off, looking up at you. “Do you feel okay? Did you eat? And take medicine?” He frowned. “Baby.” He set the containers aside as he began to look you over. “Is your head hurting? I know you sometimes get migraines--do I need to grab medicine?” he said, his voice a little softer now. “I promise I didn’t forget until now--”

You gently clasped a hand over his mouth, “Honey. It’s okay.” You said, “I forgot I even said that.” You couldn’t help but smile, pulling your hand away so that you could plant a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “But it’s really sweet you brought me cheesecake.”

Jisung was blushing when you planted another tiny kiss against his lips, just soft and chaste as could be. “Do you want it now? I can put it in the fridge if you aren’t hungry.”

“What about you?” You said. “I thought you were hanging out with the guys.”

He reached for his phone, pulling it out--angling the screen just right so that you could catch a glimpse of missed calls and texts from his friends (which must have come before Chris decided to outright just call you instead). “I think I scared them.”

“Chris said all you said was my name and ‘oh, shit’ before you booked it out,” you said, “so they probably thought I was dying.”

He frowned at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “I can stay long enough to eat cheesecake with you,” he said. “I’ll text the group chat.”

Jisung had looked away from you, watching you break into your cheesecake. When you tried to return his small container of strawberry sauce to him, he pushed it back to you--insisting that you could have it today. He finally looked back to you a few moments later after sending a quick text, only to notice the way you were sitting there, fork still in your mouth and tearing up.

“Is it bad? I can go somewhere--”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. Jisung had ran to get you this cheesecake and was apologetic because he knew how bad your periods could get. Maybe it was the hormones, but something about the combination of a caring boyfriend going out of his way to make you happy and the sweetness of a slice of cheesecake was enough to make you want to cry. 

“Do you need medicine?” He asked a moment later, watching you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you watched the way he brushed it back. “Just tell me what you need, okay? Is today bad?”

Another shake of your head as you took another bite of cheesecake, rattling off something about how you just really loved him. He had smiled at you a moment later as your words fully sank in, and he shifted so that he could be sitting closer to you.

“I really love you, too,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Despite what he said earlier about staying long enough to eat with you, you managed to get Jisung to cuddle with you for what was meant to be a few minutes. He pulled you into his arms, already starting to curl up closer and closer to you.

“You said you’d go back,” you reminded him, yet still snuggling in. He was holding your heating pad in place, and the last thing you truly wanted was for him to leave you when your cramps had yet to die down. “Jisungie,” you whined, just to tease him. “Neglecting your friends for me...”

He planted a tiny peck into your neck. “I’ll go in a few minutes.”

(And yet he stayed right there with you, dozing off faster than you did... even with the numerous texts from most of his friends later on asking where he went. Chris merely texted you to make sure both of you rested well.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

#wooahaes.fic #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz x you #stray kids imagine #skz fics #stray kids fics #skz fluff #han jisung x you #stray kids fluff #i literally almost forgot to add tags to this fic.

[elvensorceress]

Wednesday WIP⚡️

tagged by @alyxmastershipper @spaceprincessem @jobairdxx @hippolotamus @messyhairdiaz @ebdaydreamer @monsterrae1 @sibylsleaves @911onabc @honestlydarkprincess @spotsandsocks @rewritetheending @wikiangela @buddiearemydads

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from Catching Lightning (which is now over 30K 🫠) Eddie returning home from another failed date...

Eddie drives home in the rain to an empty house, and what does he know about any of this? Maybe he’s not cut out for this. Maybe he’s supposed to be alone. The rain is mocking him but maybe it’s not wrong. 

Everyone dies alone. 

He texts Chris goodnight and doesn’t receive displeased messages from Pepa this time, but the raining picks up and turns into a storm that knocks out power to his whole neighborhood and leaves him in the dark. 

There’s lightning in the dark. 

And thunder loud enough to make his house creak and tremble. He curls up in his bed and his hands are fine. They’re not shaking like the house. His lungs aren’t wailing like the wind. His stomach is tight and tense, churning acid and emptiness, but he had a strong margarita and no dinner. Everything tastes like metallic fizzing on his tongue. There’s no flavor to anything. He didn’t want to eat, and it’s probably good that he didn’t because there’s lightning outside and he just feels like throwing up. 

His phone has only 24% power left and he shouldn’t do it. He shouldn’t. He’s a grown man and it’s just a stupid storm and everything is fine. They’re not out in the bad weather. Lightning doesn’t strike twice? 

It doesn’t have to. It kills everything on the first try. 

Eddie was sore and bruised black and burned in a faint fractal for a week or so, but it was nothing like what happened to Buck. 

Nothing is happening to Buck. He’s fine. He’s probably still on his date and fucking his new girlfriend in the middle of the storm. Or something equally stupid. Eddie’s not going to do anything. Because he’s fine and nothing is wrong. 

And somehow his hands have other ideas because he’s picked up his dying phone, typed and sent a text before he’s even realized what he’s done. 

Hey. Did your power go out? Ours went out. Mine I mean. Chris isn’t here. Everything is dead.

It’s stupid. Eddie is being so fucking stupid. And the longer he stares at the words and the little “delivered” under them without it changing to “read,” the worse it is. 

Everything is dead. Everything. Everyone dies alone and lightning kills everything and Eddie doesn’t know how to feel, how to spark, how to chemistry, how to magic, how to build, how to love. 

The things Eddie knows are gunfire. Helicopter crashes. Car crashes. Bombs and explosions. The earth collapsing and burying him alive. Freezing cold water. Drowning. Bleeding. He’s always bleeding. And then he’s ripped in half by cruel sudden nightmarish electricity.

The same kind that cracks and flashes outside his window. The only light that exists anymore. Because everything else dies. 

He has to breathe. Frank taught him breathing. Inhale for eight seconds, hold for five seconds, exhale for eight seconds. 

There are sounds, noises that aren’t thunder. There’s a light thumping near his bedroom door. On his bedroom door? Eddie didn’t lock it tonight. He didn’t need to. He usually doesn’t in case Chris needs something. But Chris isn’t here tonight. And Eddie’s too overloaded to shock or startle when his door opens. He doesn’t look. It’s dark. He can’t see much. 

But he knows who sits next to him and touches him gently. 

Eddie reaches, feels around for that hand resting on his arm. It turns like it might hold his, thread with his, weave them back together. Eddie doesn’t settle on his hand. He finds Buck’s wrist, curls his fingers around it, and presses below his thumb. Until there’s a radial pulse beating steadily against his fingers. 

He has a pulse. His heart is beating. His heart is beating he’s alive his heart is alive. 

There’s a sob that breaks out of Eddie’s chest. And then he’s crying. He’s crying and can’t stop. 

“Hey,” Buck says. Gently. Sweet, soft, worried. Full of something that sounds like, feels like love. He touches Eddie the same way. A hand on his arm, a hand on his side. “Come here.”

Eddie doesn’t know reasons at this point. He doesn’t know arguing. He only knows needing to feel how Buck is alive. 

Eddie sits up and Buck meets him with arms that close around him and hold him tightly. And he’s warm and alive and solid and breathing and real and Eddie breathes in the citrus vanilla coconut that lingers on him, and his own heart beats and beats and beats. 

“It’s okay. I got you,” Buck whispers and rubs a hand over Eddie’s back and then strokes Eddie’s hair as he cradles the back of his head. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”

Eddie doesn’t ask how Buck knew, but of course he did. And with Buck in his arms, holding him tightly, the storm outside isn’t loud anymore. It’ll fade and burn out. Buck is safe. He’s alive. The tension melts away and Eddie is done crying and panicking. He’s not alone. 

“Here. Scooch over.” Buck nudges him gently until Eddie moves backward into more of the middle of the bed. Buck takes his place, Eddie’s usual spot on the right side of the bed, and motions for Eddie to lie down with him. 

It makes Eddie’s heart beat too hard. It’s not used to beating anymore. But Buck tucks his socked feet under the covers and he’s wearing dark gray sweatpants and a long-sleeved navy blue shirt. Clothes he sleeps in. And when Eddie lies down beside him, Buck directs Eddie’s head onto his own chest. Until Eddie can hear the clear, rhythmic thumping of Buck’s heart. 

His heart is beating.

It’s loud and perfect and drowns out everything else. A fresh wave of tears leaks from Eddie’s eyes, too sudden and too much for him to stifle it.

#buddie #buddie wip #wip wednesday #jenwyn wip #fic: catching lightning #911 #always need cuddles #they are required #my kingdom for the quarantine snuggles

[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x black reader! You get saved by Superman and accidentally call him by his name.

Okay this isn't how you thought you'd spend your night out all you wanted to do was just spend the day at home baking cookies and binge watching your favorite TV series but no you were forced you go out on a date and now your hanging from the roof top trying not to die! Just great the only reason why you went on a date was because Y/B/N (your Best friend name) thought it'd be nice if you went out and have fun so they set you up with some dude from their job some guy named John don't get me wrong the guy wasn't an asshole but only thing he could do was just talk about himself and how perfect he was he was a total snob the only person you can think about spending a night dinner with was Clark Kent your best friend but no he has feelings for Lois freaking Lane! I mean you can understand she's pretty you can give her that but she is a reporter and he's the freaking Man of Steel like come on dude how's that even gonna work?! Okay maybe the main reason why you don't like her is because you were secretly jealous that she had Clark's attention I mean you've known him nearly your whole entire life she's known him for like a couple of weeks and boom he's all cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs for her! Ugh It must be the red hair the redheads always get all the attention. You snap out of your thoughts as you could hear the rooftop breaking apart.

"Wow looks like this is how I die, ha and I didn't even get to finish House of the Dragon!"

With that you lost your grip and was sent flying through the sky screaming your head off you had your eyes closed waiting for your death but than you'd felt someone holding you tightly.

"It's okay, your safe now ma'am." You open your eyes too see the man of steel himself holding you in his arms with a soft smile on his handsome face, hey maybe almost dying wasn't such a bad thing after all if you get to live like this hehe.

He lands on top of an apartment building he puts you down gently checking for any bruises.

"I'm glad I was able to get to you on time don't worry about the others I took care of the robbers." I let of a sigh of relief giving him a smile.

"Oh man what a relief...Thanks Clark." You stand on your tippy toes to give him a hug but you felt him tense up hmm guess he's not a hugger............wait oh shit you said 'Thanks Clark and not 'Thanks Superman' oh shit! Did you forget to mention that Clark had absolutely no idea that you knew about his powers yeah you accidentally caught him using his powers when you were to go visit him on the farm. We both just stood in silence starring at each other he was able to say something but I cut him off.

"Uh oh wow you caught me in such a perfect timing! Thanks for everything but I'm pretty sure you're busy and I mean super busy well I'll just uh be on my way thanks for everything Clark I mean Superman I mean!" You covered your face with embarrassment you were honestly just making things worst for yourself at this point.

"Y/N?"

I peek through my hands hiding my red face only to see him smiling like a big ass teeth and all smile.

"How long have you known?"

"Since I caught you lifting up your dad's old truck behind the farm.." he looked shocked.

"You've known that long and didn't say anything?!"

"How the hell was I supposed to tell you?! 'Hey Clark I saw you lifting up your dad's truck with one arm want to go fishing later?' Not a great way to start the day Clark Kent!" You say arms crossed he just lets out a laugh walking towards you grabbing you by the waist spinning you around causing you to let out a screech of alarm hands on his shoulders.

"Clark! Put me down!" He does but was still smiling arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry, 'm just happy that you know it makes it easy for me now."

"Huh? Easy for what?"

That's when he gave you a kiss on the forehead causing you to blush he pulled away looking down at you straight in the eye.

"Easy for me to tell you that I love you Y/n." He gives you a tight hug you let out a sign hiding your face in his shoulder smiling.

You'd have to definitely thank Y/B/N after this!

Meanwhile somewhere in metropolis Y/B/N was sitting down eating popcorn watching The House of Dragon until they sneezed

"Is someone talking shit?"

#clark kent #superman #henry cavill #black reader #chubby reader #y/n #superman x reader #superman x you #clark kent x you #clark kent x ofc #superman headcanons #clark kent x female reader #henry cavill headcanon #henry cavill superman #henry cavill x reader

[lumenflowered]

Pelipper mail! A nightmare that isn't yours. For its original dreamer, it was always painfully reoccurring, especially in her youth.

Your duty, your burden, feels too big for your own body. You are nine years old again, with the weight of the world lying right on top of your shoulders, again, without even the decency to wait till you grow a little older, a little stronger, so that maybe everything won't seem so bad through a grown-up's eyes.

"Hello, Princess Zelda!"

You snap out of your daze and look up at the voice's owner— a boy of nobility, accompanied by five or six of his peers. The duke's boy. You know his name is Imos, and he is eleven years old.

"Lovely weather today, isn't it?" Imos says loftily. "But it might rain."

Your face does not shift, and you level a blank gaze with him. "And?"

"Perhaps you ought to return to your study and… what was it? Awaken that sacred power that's going to save us all from certain doom?" The other boys and girls hide shrill giggles behind their hands. You don't mean to curl your fist (it is very unbecoming, after all), but then your nails dig into your palms anyway.

"Look at her," the baron's son shouts with glee. "She couldn't tell a cucco apart from a heron if she tried."

That embarrassing memory floods your mind and your face goes a bit pink.

The count's daughter waves him down. "Oh, spare her! She fails at everything, even the bare minimum!"

"Did you hear she was caught sneaking into the library by her father?"

"Did you hear she got sick from her last fountain trip 'cause the Goddess thinks she's so stupid?"

"Did you hear that his Majesty confiscated all her books because she couldn't stop reading them?"

"Eugh, what kind of princess likes to read so much?"

"Only lunatics with thick-wired spectacles do that!"

"Did you hear that in the past three years, she's done nothing at all?"

"Yeah, except become a booky freak!"

On and on the children go and erupt into high-pitched laughter, and rage and shame constricts around your throat— the kind of tightness that makes you want to explode into a million little pieces and somehow still scream at the same time. The kind that makes you want to disappear and not come back.

Tears prick at your burning eyes and you are just about to think, you are not going to cry in front of—

"Hey, your Highness," Imos says in a mocking tone, and he walks up to you, but his smile falls into a serious frown. "It's been however long and you don't exactly have forever to save all our asses. So you need to toughen up. Otherwise…" He shrugs, stepping back to rejoin his friends. "We'll see you on the other side of hell."

You feel your heart twist as they whoop and jeer. "Aww, look! Is the little princess gonna cryyyy?" the captain's son taunts. "Does the little princess want her muuum?"

The other children actually stop and gasp, and he clamps his mouth shut with a slightly guilty look. Before they all burst out laughing, again. Endless nightmare. Blurry, leering faces you cannot discern. Endless, endless laughter.

"Are you going to cry for your mum, Zelda?"

"Put a little doggy treat that says 'Queen of Hyrule' on a stick so Zelda will jump after it like a pet!"

"Mother won't save you now, princess!"

"And your daddy thinks you're a failure!"

You can't stop the tears. You can't stop. And then you're curled on the ground gasping for air like a dying fish and crying for your father who would never come for a failure like you and you just want someone to hear you and to just hold you and it won't stop it won't stop it won't

"I just want my mother," you wail, and their laughter sounds like screaming. "I just…"

and pain will never fucking stop, least of all for you

That i s...

...Children do always know how to be the cruelest. Those of nobility especially; they had many examples to learn from, after all. I suppose that does not vary as much as I thought (or perhaps hoped) it did between worlds.

Zelda, if you happen to be reading this, I am sorry you had to deal with anything approaching... this.

(Urbosa or Link, if you happen to be reading this, would you mind giving Zelda a hug for me?)

#pelipper mail #tw nightmare #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

[peachhflavoredblood]

Hi! Can I plz ask for a Komegi fic? I was thinking maybe the two are having a relaxing time in the bath together. Nothing sexual, it’s just intimate. Maybe Nagito’s went into one of his manic downward spirals so to comfort him Makoto washing Nagito’s hair to help the other man relaxed.

Yes. I love you thank you. I love you. Komaeda is what I live for. I think I lost the plot somewhere along the way but just know, it was in mind and I will rewrite it if you don't like it!!

TW: Existentialism, potential disassociation trigger.

“Makoto-”

Nagito calls out to his boyfriend.  

“Wait okay, do you want peach or the rosemary pomegranate one?”

Naegi grabbed the two bottles of shampoo. (The same ones that Komaeda had bought for him after he found out that the other was using…head and shoulder. And Makoto said that he needed to show himself more respect.)

“Those are yours-” “If I mix them, it won’t cause mustard gas, right? I played potions when I was little, it’ll be fine.” Makoto questioned, talking to no one but himself. He gently kneeled down on his partner’s- no, his bathroom floor.

After Nagito’s most recent breakdown, the pair had decided Makoto should move into Nagito's home. The pair being Makoto and Komaeda’s therapist, of course. Komaeda had insisted that Makoto deserved to be in a far nicer, far bigger and far warmer home.The younger man still lived with his sister and her wife. Anywhere was warmer than that apartment. Plus, Komaeda was loaded. He was basically Togami without legal limits.

Not that he only liked his boyfriend for his money! He adored him for his sense of humor, his kindness, his intelligence and most of all his passion! 

“Hey Makoto?” “Huh?”

Komaeda snapped him out of his train of thought, which was more than welcome. Any real Komaeda was better than the best imaginary Komaeda.

“I was thinking last night. Why is living so hard? Why must we be given false good days only to fall deeper into despair with so many terrible bad days? It truly makes me wonder what the point of it all is. Why must we feel despair…? Why is hope so temporary while despair is forever. They’re considered opposites. Why is one so much more powerful?”

Normally this would’ve caught Makoto off guard…but he was dealing with Nagito and he knew the other better than most things.

“Gee, that’s pretty philosophical, huh?” He responded, pumping the shampoo on his hands.

The brunette hummed in thought as he lathered the shampoo up, moving to his boyfriend’s hair.

“If every day was great, would it still be great or would it be a normal day? If we didn’t overcome hardship, wouldn’t that make us lumps of…something. I don’t know, I failed science. Despair doesn’t extinguish hope…just like hope doesn’t extinguish despair. When someone is at a fair, they could look at a ferris wheel and say “I won’t get on that because there is a 2.5% chance of it crashing.” On the other hand, someone could’ve just gotten into a ferris wheel crash, they could say “I’m alright. I made it. I survived.” You know?” Komaeda thought of a rebuttal before letting it go. 

Makoto rubbed the shampoo into the white hair and continued.

“We can worry about things like that, we can worry about each other getting hurt, or we can enjoy our time together and cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Nagito nodded and leaned in for a kiss, only to be met with fingers against his lips.

“Sorry…I don’t like the taste of shampoo.”

“Never thought you were one of those. I suppose you’re going to make me shower before we-”

“No! I didn’t mean that! I just-”

“I’m messing with you, Makoto.”

“...I still don’t like the taste of shampoo.”

“Who does?” I loved writing this. Ily all, drink water. Don't die. Dying if dehydration when you can help it is cringe. Ily again. K bye.

#komaegi #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #danganronpa #gay ship #gay men #fluff #men in love #one of them is depressed with a smile #one of them is a smile with depressed #guess who is who #drink water #ily #dont die #dying of dehydration when u can help it is cringe. #dying is cringe #ily again #k bye

[sugaroto]

Hazbin hotel x ouk crossover

I haven't thought this much, I just thought how some characters exist in both but my only example is Saint Peter

Ok wait, imagine Menippos, dying, and going to hell and he goes to the hotel to go to heaven-

Wait would that work? Gabriel kicked him out lots of times cause he's not a Christian

Well anyway maybe he went cause the rent is free(?) According to Angel at the pilot at least

Hermes and Charon went cause they missed their vacation boat and well its a hotel so it looks like vacation

Charon: this reminds me of home 🥰

Hermes: This shithole is nothing like the underworld

Ch: What would you know you didn't live there

H: oh yeah? Who was bringing the souls daily huh?! Χαραμισα τα νιάτα μου να πηγαίνοερχομαι σε αυτό το αχουρι

... Also he is the kind of person to try to make money out of some shady business so he could become an overlord by bullshiting around and getting souls

And then Charon ruins it stupidly

Oh also he probably goes on a journey to find his soul

BUT before that Alastor tries to make a deal with him for whatever reason not knowing Charon doesn't have a soul, so now whatever the deal was Charon wins and Alastor gets nothing in return

Maybe Charon, sad, tries to copy Hermes and buy some souls as well, "I don't even have a soul, why does he gets to have 25?" But he's pretty pathetic so no one want to sell their souls to him

Also, I feel like Cherri is his type, maybe he tries to flirt with her and she laughs at him

He then tries to take her soul (hey cherri would you give me your soul? I don't have one😭😭😭) but Cherri is smarter than him and he's desperate so it's like a deal that benefits Cherri like, bring me breakfast in bed and do whatever I say and when I want you give me my soul back and Charon is like ok

YAY I HAVE A SOUL GUYS GUESS WHAT I HAVE A SOUL I HAVE A SOUL

The guys call him stupid

Vaggie absolutely hates Menippos

At the start Nifty thinks the dark ripper is a bad guy and tries to get with him

She kicks him when she realizes he isn't

"Ouch! Why did I say ouch I dont feel pain" (he doesn't have muscles or something idk what he needs to feel pain)

It takes a moment for nifty to realize the bad guy is Hermes cause he looks good with his godly appearance or something

Menippos realized Angel dust is a porn star and tries to flirt with him thinking he's a girl and then starts questioning his sexuality when he realizes he's a guy

Hermes fancies Alastor cause he looks like a goat

When they realize what the hotel really is about and whats going on with heaven and hell one of them implies to bother Gabriel about it

And they text him on those I-gios(or what they were called) phones "can u let ppl in hvn??"

And he comes down cause that's how the phones work like "What the-... I mean, what does that mean?"

"ALSO WHY ARE YOU STILL BOTHERING ME HES DEAD AND YOURE STILL BOTHERING ME😭😭"

Gabriel didn't know about the extermination cause hes from a different universe and there's lot of paperwork so he's not sure how to get sinners into heaven but the more the better

This was not actually supposed to be a whole post, I just wanted to throw the peters in here yell crossover and leave, I suddenly had inspiration

#this was fun #hazbin hotel #ουκ αν λαβοις πάρα του μη έχοντος #Hermes #charon #Menippos #angel dust #alastor #nifty #vaggie #saint peter hazbin hotel #cherri bomb #sugarenia talks

[h3rmitsunited]

thinking about dirk getting a couple months into his friendships with Todd and Farah and completely losing his shit and like running away for a week

like listen, this guy is not someone that has lasting connections to people... not to like good friendly people. The Rowdy Three are probably the closest thing he's had to a constant connection over the years and we see how shit that goes for him

so like he goes on cases, he meets some folks, shit gets wacky, maybe some people get hurt, maybe he does weird shit, maybe things end up okay, but nobody ever sticks around

He is always... alone.

That's what he tells Todd. Always alone.

Which means he doesn't have to think about long term, or the impact of his decisions or how relationships go or whatever. These people aren't going to be in his life for long anyways. He's always surrounded by disaster and danger and death, so maybe they'll die before he solves the case.

It's not necessarily callousness, it's survival.

And then suddenly, the Spring case and time travel Dirk tells him, hey this guy's your best friend, and Dirk goes okay cool man

But like what does that even mean to him?

I can see why Dirk wouldn't really think about how Todd would take him keeping the time travel/maybe clone Dirk talking to him in the hall a secret, because like how often do these friendships last? Sure it hurt to hear Todd tell him he deserves to be alone, and he's trying to fix it, but by the hospital, he's sadly resigned to that being it.

"Well, here I am again."

But Todd surprises him by showing up. By saying that he's gonna stick around and then Farah wants to fund his agency and suddenly there's a long term and its exciting but also scary and there's no way this can last

and maybe it's a bit of a whatever when he feels that pull dragging him out to the sidewalk and into Blackwing's clutches because yeah this makes more sense now... he's not supposed to have friends and an agency and people that like him and stability so being rekidnapped, that's more his speed

And sure in blackwing, he's still daydreaming and night dreaming about Todd and Farah and getting out, but how shocking must it have been to actually get out and then have those two people be there waiting for him when he fell out of the trunk

That it wasn't just another restart, another case that brings him to more people with different names and faces and that don't stick around after he finishes the case

It's Todd Brotzman and Farah Black and they're here and they know him and it's crazy, but he's supposed to be the same guy that they knew from the last time he saw them and he doesn't usually have to do that and todds expecting more and he wants to give them what they want but he's never been good under pressure and it's worse now because blackwing and there's too much and people know him and they're there and now people are dying and Mr. Priest is back and everything is bad and Todd is looking at him like he's broken and this is the time that it would be better to just let them take him away again-

He shuts down. He pushes away. It's better to be alone. It's better when people don't know him enough to expect certain thing from him.

But he pushes through because he may be having a breakdown, but hell, he still has enough gumption to finish the goddamn case because he's a fucking detective.

And he does and once again, Todd and Farah are still there

And they open the agency

And its going and they stick around

But that little niggling itch is still there that this isn't going to last, that he doesn't get long term, he doesn't get to keep people

But Todd and Farah are still there and they know more and more about him all the time and knowing him means it's harder to hide the bad parts, the parts he doesn't like and tries to cover with bright colors and eccentric personality and rambling words

And one morning Todd comes in and sets a cup on Dirks desk and it's not coffee because he hates coffee, it's tea from that shop that he likes on the corner that the morning worker knows his name and Todd knows his drink exactly and it's perfect and Farah's left a note on his desk telling him exactly what questions he needs to ask this client at the meeting later because she knows that he'll forget because he always does and Todd looks at him in this way that feels too much

And he excuses himself to the bathroom but instead runs out the backdoor and just bolts because he wasn't expecting to still have this and it's terrifying because it's been this long and he's let himself want this life and now it's going to kill him to lose it and it's going to happen because it always does, so he's just gotta beat it to the punch

And then disappearance and panic and calling in the reinforcement and tracking down dirk and the long exhausting emotional talk about trauma and healing and growing and finding ways to feel safe and todd and farah convince him to come back

And its not fixed but it gets better and it takes time and love and support and fucking therapy man and dirk finds himself gazing at the two most important people in his life and it doesn't make him want to run and he can be okay with the time that he gets with them

#i have dirk thoughts. like theres no way this guy doesnt have multiple freakouts about his friends #this may also be somewhat projecting my own attachment issues onto the blorbo but like you know he needs therapy #dghda #dirk gently #todd brotzman #farah black #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #not trying to erase mona she'd be there too but mostly just focused on his new besties #im having found family feels #they all need each other

[thedangerstranger]

Pelipper mail! A nightmare that isn't yours. For its original dreamer, it was always painfully reoccurring, especially in her youth.

Your duty, your burden, feels too big for your own body. You are nine years old again, with the weight of the world lying right on top of your shoulders, again, without even the decency to wait till you grow a little older, a little stronger, so that maybe everything won't seem so bad through a grown-up's eyes.

"Hello, Princess Zelda!"

You snap out of your daze and look up at the voice's owner— a boy of nobility, accompanied by five or six of his peers. The duke's boy. You know his name is Imos, and he is eleven years old.

"Lovely weather today, isn't it?" Imos says loftily. "But it might rain."

Your face does not shift, and you level a blank gaze with him. "And?"

"Perhaps you ought to return to your study and… what was it? Awaken that sacred power that's going to save us all from certain doom?" The other boys and girls hide shrill giggles behind their hands. You don't mean to curl your fist (it is very unbecoming, after all), but then your nails dig into your palms anyway.

"Look at her," the baron's son shouts with glee. "She couldn't tell a cucco apart from a heron if she tried."

That embarrassing memory floods your mind and your face goes a bit pink.

The count's daughter waves him down. "Oh, spare her! She fails at everything, even the bare minimum!"

"Did you hear she was caught sneaking into the library by her father?"

"Did you hear she got sick from her last fountain trip 'cause the Goddess thinks she's so stupid?"

"Did you hear that his Majesty confiscated all her books because she couldn't stop reading them?"

"Eugh, what kind of princess likes to read so much?"

"Only lunatics with thick-wired spectacles do that!"

"Did you hear that in the past three years, she's done nothing at all?"

"Yeah, except become a booky freak!"

On and on the children go and erupt into high-pitched laughter, and rage and shame constricts around your throat— the kind of tightness that makes you want to explode into a million little pieces and somehow still scream at the same time. The kind that makes you want to disappear and not come back.

Tears prick at your burning eyes and you are just about to think, you are not going to cry in front of—

"Hey, your Highness," Imos says in a mocking tone, and he walks up to you, but his smile falls into a serious frown. "It's been however long and you don't exactly have forever to save all our asses. So you need to toughen up. Otherwise…" He shrugs, stepping back to rejoin his friends. "We'll see you on the other side of hell."

You feel your heart twist as they whoop and jeer. "Aww, look! Is the little princess gonna cryyyy?" the captain's son taunts. "Does the little princess want her muuum?"

The other children actually stop and gasp, and he clamps his mouth shut with a slightly guilty look. Before they all burst out laughing, again. Endless nightmare. Blurry, leering faces you cannot discern. Endless, endless laughter.

"Are you going to cry for your mum, Zelda?"

"Put a little doggy treat that says 'Queen of Hyrule' on a stick so Zelda will jump after it like a pet!"

"Mother won't save you now, princess!"

"And your daddy thinks you're a failure!"

You can't stop the tears. You can't stop. And then you're curled on the ground gasping for air like a dying fish and crying for your father who would never come for a failure like you and you just want someone to hear you and to just hold you and it won't stop it won't stop it won't

"I just want my mother," you wail, and their laughter sounds like screaming. "I just…"

and pain will never fucking stop, least of all for you

...Oh.

That felt... uncomfortably familiar. I suppose... I was never bullied quite like that, but... the feelings remain, all the same.

I guess if I'm to try and find any silver lining... it must be nice, to want your parent.

#pokeblogging #rotomblr

[goodnightmemes]

BONES SENTENCE STARTERS / s01e015 - s01e17

❛ It's fascinating how interests and intimacy can be cultivated online. ❜

❛ Cement shoes, pretty trite. ❜

❛ So what if your computer date's a psycho? ❜

❛ You know, what ever happened to seeing someone across a crowded room, eyes meeting, that old black magic gets you in its spell... ❜

❛ Don't go overboard with psychology. It's not your thing. ❜

❛ Look, I am an adult. I see men. I go out with them on occasion. I sleep with them. ❜

❛ You know it wouldn't be difficult to someone to encode a secure data strip implant it on an ID card with a correct digitally encoded authentication data and sneak in here. ❜

❛ I know it's hard for you to admit you're wrong about something but I really don't care about your feelings right now, I'm more concerned with your life.

❛ I'm not letting you out of my sight until I find out who is trying to kill you. ❜

❛ Hey, [name] is a big strong hot guy who wants to save your life. I mean you actually have a knight in shining FBI standard issued body armor, so cut him some slack. ❜

❛ Is that why you brought me here, to scare me into giving up? ❜

❛ I can give you answers. I can help you. You really want me to walk away because it's dangerous? ❜

❛ Is that the psycho? ❜

❛ A person's environment is a reflection of who he is. ❜

❛ You think you're staying here with me? ❜

❛ Let's talk revenge, bloodlust. ❜

❛ I'm just thinking people don't really change. We like to believe they do but they don't. ❜

❛ You're feeling something a little more devious, more like a frame up. Oh I like it, very conspiratorial. ❜

❛ People never tell me I'm right. They only say I'm crazy. Love you, man. ❜

❛ Maybe that nurse was right to be pissed that you were leaving. You don't seem good. ❜

❛ How could it not be my fault? It was my job to protect her. ❜

❛ So my death will be justified now? ❜

❛ Well at least then I'm dying for a good reason. ❜

❛ This conspiracy thing is a lot more intense when you're in the middle of it. ❜

❛ It's okay. I'm right here. It's all over. Okay. Shh. I'm right here, alright. ❜

❛ You saved my life. ❜

❛ May I borrow your gun? ❜

❛ We've been working together for months. A little trust would be nice. ❜

❛ You don't just go running after guys into the dark. ❜

❛ You get invested in your work, time has a way of getting away from you. ❜

❛ What, so,  you gonna tell me, uh, "I know what you been through. I been there, too, you know? I know how you ended up how you ended up". You telling me that? ❜

❛ You did what a soldier had to do. ❜

❛ Yeah. You know... I was a good soldier. I was a very good soldier - but a pretty bad human being. ❜

❛ You know what? I think it's best I not talk about this anymore. Not cause any more trouble. I... I got to go. ❜

❛ You haven't eaten anything all day. Now, I have some killer yellowtail here and spicy tuna rolls. ❜

❛ Time gets away from me sometimes. ❜

❛ I wish you were a little more scared. ❜

❛ Those are rhetorical questions I'm not supposed to answer, right? ❜

❛ There's always going to be casualties. The important thing is to recognize the enemy, and take him out so more people don't get hurt. ❜

❛ Okay, that, what you just said right there - that was cynical. It was glib and cynical. ❜

❛ If you really want to know what I've done, I'll tell you, but you better be ready for the truth. ❜

❛ You're hiding. You have to face your demons. ❜

❛ I like it. Someone's honest, says the truth. You don't lie, I guess. ❜

❛ Can I just have a gun at least until they get here? It's not for shooting rats. It's for psychos with climbing axes. ❜

❛ We go in there, you are responsible for whoever is on your left. Okay, you put your gun on him. ❜

❛ Wondering whether or not to shoot, you shoot. ❜

❛ Who vacations in the desert? It's like lunching at the dump. ❜

❛ You're really sending me mixed messages. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, I'm freaking out, I guess. I'm sorry. Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. Pretend I didn't call. ❜

❛ You won't get anything out here. We're about a hundred miles past where Jesus lost his sandals.

❛ If you hug me and you be all caring it's because you think [name] is dead. ❜

❛ I want you to get federal on his ass. ❜

❛ The suns's been up for an hour out there. It's already the surface of Mercury. ❜

❛ No offense to you, but you are a stodgy traditionalist when it comes to relationships, buddy. ❜

❛ Let's rush him. He can't shoot us both. ❜

❛ You point your gun at everyone who comes by? ❜

❛ Okay, we got that one wrong. ❜

❛ Okay, who are you, Dr. Phil? ❜

❛ Who's Dr. Phil? Some kind of expert? ❜

❛ Now he's gone and I feel like I can't even breathe. I can't even take a breath. ❜

❛ He said that if you stood still long enough, that the desert would actually speak to you. Show you some kind of truth. ❜

❛ Maybe he deserved more, not my place to say, but he couldn't have done better. No man could. ❜

❛ My lungs are gonna come out through my throat. ❜

❛ If you expect to win arguments around here, you'll need at least one doctorate. ❜

❛ I'm just afraid that I don't have a generous heart. ❜

❛ I'm afraid that I won't have the chance that I had with [name] ever again. ❜

❛ Nothing in this universe happens just once. Infinity goes in both directions. There is no unique event, no singular moment. ❜

❛ I promise from my heart. You will get another chance. ❜

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