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chelseeebe · 10 months

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come pick me up.

part one to do you think i have forgotten (about you)

summary: it had always been you and eddie. but one night and a whole lotta unexplored feelings leave you both reeling and you’re not sure if it ever really was you and eddie.

a/n: ermm this is so so long i’m so sorry already LOL i’ve had it in the drafts for so long but i reread it n rlly liked it so i wanna post hehe! side note: there are ZERO pictures of eddie not in that fuckin hellfire shirt D: i can’t have a grown man wearing that now …

loosely based off of the cook/freddie/effy storyline from skins uk if you’ve seen it you’ll know.,,, they’re like in their early twenties n it’s set sometime in the 90s ish tho it’s not rlly mentioned

no use of y/n! smut, 18+. this is more so stevexreader than eddie but they do have a relationship of sorts n it’s a lil’ complicated.

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the sound of a high pitched alarm screaming jolts you awake. still partially in last nights clothes, the grubby feel of makeup on your face. leg slung over eddie’s torso.

you groan, shoving his arm as he’s still very much asleep, ‘shut up,’ grimacing as the noise continues.

he mumbles something, wildly slapping his arm about to turn off the damn thing.

you run a hand over your face, remnants of your black eyeliner on your hand. that horrid taste in your mouth only found after a night of drinking. which seemed to be just about every night at the moment.

‘why’d you set an alarm, you freak?’ rolling over onto your stomach, perched on your elbows, watching as his eyes slowly open, obviously feeling as shit as you did.

‘i have- had class, you freak,’ he grumbles, looking up at you from the pillow, curly hair fanned out around him.

you scoff, ‘like you were gonna go,’ attempting to rub the rest of your mascara off, sure you looked similar to a wild raccoon.

he hums in response, shuffling under the covers to tangle his leg with your yours, ‘you gonna sort this out for me?’ referring to the obvious morning glory tenting the blanket.

‘you gonna ask nicely?’ you respond, snarling at his crudeness.

whatever he was about to say was interrupted with a knock at the door, ‘we’re coming in, you have five seconds to not be naked,’ robin’s voice echoes.

you look up as robin walks into the room, hand over her eyes until steve gives her a small nudge, indicating the coast is clear, ‘oh good-,’ she sniffs, ‘it smells like weed and sex in here, you’re fucking disgusting.’

‘thanks for reminding me,’ eddie leans over, retrieving the half-smoked spliff from last night and lighting the end.

steve’s eyes are firmly on yours, kinda sad and defeated. he had that same look on his face whenever you and eddie were together, which was often.

you’d sort of always had this.. thing with steve. encapsulated by his presence. there was always something unspoken between you and you were never sure if it was because he hated you or not. small glances and touches that seemed to linger just a bit too long.

you’d sorta taken his best friend from him at one point, coming between their friendship suddenly and with no warning.

steve was intrigued by you too. this mystical, unobtainable persona you presented to the world. something he couldn’t crack. just couldn’t quite understand it.

‘we’re getting breakfast, i was going to ask if you wanted to join but i assume that won’t be happening,’ she raises her eyebrows, noticing your severely hungover state.

they liked to party too, just clearly not as much as you and eddie. both of you had no understanding of when to call it a night, egging each other on til the point of no return.

‘i think we’ll give that a miss,’ eddie’s answers for the both of you. steve’s eyes immediately look down, suddenly interesting in the burn marks in eddie’s carpet.

you’d actually met steve first, on the first day of classes in freshmen year. you went over to a sheepish steve, who looked slightly scared, and obviously lost. offering him the directions to his room.

he’d smiled back, introducing himself to you on the way. appreciative of your kindness. you probably wouldn’t have helped if he didn’t look like that, but still, it was nice.

that’s when eddie had bounded over, all hair and denim. loudly taking over your conversation, introducing himself with a smirk, hand already creeping onto your lower back. that’s when steve had nodded towards him and informed you of their already established friendship.

you weren’t really sure when it became you and eddie. well, it wasn’t. not officially. god, you didn’t want official. he was fun to fuck and even better to party with. maybe the fact he dealt had been a factor in solidifying your strange relationship. maybe not.

robin rolls her eyes, ‘right, well you boring fucks can rot in bed all day, suit yourselves,’ ushering steve out of the door, slamming it behind her.

you blink, hating this awful, guilty feeling steve always left in your stomach. you’d tear a guy like him to shreds, maybe it was for the best.

whatever self-wallowing, steve-centric thoughts you had are interrupted when eddie’s arm snakes around your back, pulling you onto him.

‘i still need a little assistance here,’ he grins from beneath you, running his hand down your back, firmly grasping your exposed ass as you clamber on top properly.

you try your damn hardest to push the reflecting image of steve from your mind. though it doesn’t quite work until eddie’s calloused palm softly taps against your cheek, ‘anyone in there?’

you frown, returning the playful slap as you grind mindlessly against him, his fingers digging into the pliant skin of your ass.

‘you can do that again.’

eddie hadn’t shut up about his birthday for weeks. you’d all planned to go to the same bar you went to most weekends, except this time everyone had to go and he got to be centre of attention.

he’d been pissing you off all night. obviously far too drunk, jaw clenching from the copious amounts of shit he’d sniffed. hanging from your shoulder, speaking over you and splashing beer down your top as he slurred through his words.

‘i think we’re gonna head home,’ steve speaks up when you exit the bar, eddie already looking for the next place.

‘whaat? you’re fucking boring,’ he pokes a finger into steve’s chest, far too intoxicated, ‘you’re staying out, right?’ he looks over to jonathan, argyle and nancy who also shared an apartment not far from yours.

‘nah man.. it’s late, it’s been fun though,’ jonathan shrugs as nancy finds a taxi to take them home.

‘fuuuck you guys are really ditching me on my birthday? at least you won’t let me down,’ his arm hooks around your shoulder, yanking you into him.

you pull back, which wasn’t particularly hard in his state, ‘get off of me.. can i get a ride with you?’ looking over at steve, his hands cautiously poking out of his pockets.

he nods sheepishly as eddie practically erupts, ‘it’s my fucking birthday, and you fucking losers are going home?’ he’s screeching, throwing his arms around, making a royal scene in the middle of the street.

robin finds a cab willing to take the group of you home, calling you over to the yellow vehicle, ‘eddie let’s just go home, it’s late,’ attempting to coax him into going with you. you’d deal with his shit in the privacy of his bedroom.

he laughs, turning away from you and walking up the dimly lit street, ‘you.. you can get fucked,’ he slurs, disappearing into a nearby bar.

steve stands at the cab door, watching as you frown at eddie’s back. internally deciding whether to give in and follow him or to leave like you’d originally planned.

you let out an exasperated sigh, ‘he can go fuck himself,’ you spit as you slide into the back of the cab. steve follows, shutting the door behind him, flashing you a small cautious look as the cab pulls off.

you collapse onto the sofa the second you set foot in the apartment. completely at your wits end with eddie and his the way he spoke to you.

‘i’m going to bed,’ robin announces, slinking into her own room, leaving steve to awkwardly linger in the living room.

you didn’t want to worry about eddie. he was a grown man who could definitely handle his own. besides, why should you when he’d explicitly told you to fuck off?

steve clears his throat before taking the empty seat beside you, ‘he didn’t mean it.. it’s just drunk talking,’ he nods, attempting to reassure you.

it wasn’t as if you were really upset about it all. more so annoyed that you’d let him treat you that way. continually. over and over again.

whatever the fuck was going on between the two of you had started to wear thin. there were only so many times you could put up with his shit before it got tired.

eddie could be a horrible drunk. it wasn’t often but when that version of him came out you’d prefer to be far far from it. he was cruel with his words, venomous as they rolled off his tongue. then you’d get into a screaming match and then either end up hate-fucking or you’d just both never bring it up again.

‘no, he did,’ you sigh, kicking the shoes from your feet with a thud, ‘i don’t care.. really.’

‘right,’ he nods, not totally believing you, ‘y’wanna smoke?’

a small smile creeps onto your face as he reaches for the small black box eddie kept on the table, pulling out a small baggie of weed, something eddie definitely wouldn’t miss. he didn’t even need your reply, beginning to roll up.

perhaps you’d smoked a little too much, sputtering on the final toke of your second or third spliff before handing it back to steve. he sits on the other side, an awful lot closer than he’d been originally.

it was quiet, but comfortable. not awkward at all.

‘y’know..’ he speaks up, looking over at you, ‘actually.. nah,’ changing his mind almost immediately.

‘no.. what? what were you gonna say?’ you furrow your brows, vision hazy, the room full of grey smoke.

he sort of chuckles to himself, stubbing the end of the joint out in the glass ashtray before looking at you again, ‘it’s stupid,’ he warns.

‘even better.. tell me,’ you nod, encouraging him to go on.

he pauses for a moment, a tiny smile on his pink lips, ‘i always thought.. well, that you and me were gonna end up together, i thought you liked me for the longest time,’ shaking his head as he looks down.

your heart thuds. a mixture of your high and the unidentifiable emotion coursing through your veins. there was no questions to being with eddie. it was simple, sex and parties. no complicated feelings involved.

but within a second, steve had completely changed everything. a feeling you’d suppressed since your situationship with eddie had started. completely convinced that the odd relationship you had with steve was just because you were banging his best friend.

‘i didn’t.. i didn’t know you felt like that..’ you manage to get out quietly, watching as he slowly stands up, he doesn’t look at you once. too ashamed, embarrassed that he’d just admitted everything to you so easily.

‘well, now you know,’ he says quietly before disappearing into his room.

you linger on the couch for a moment. unsure of what to think of anything he’d just said. whether you should knock on his door and tell him you’d felt the same or just go off to your own room and wait for eddie to crawl in.

it wasn’t as if you felt nothing at all for eddie. you did, of course. but you didn’t love him. not the way you maybe should’ve. not the way you felt about steve, his gentle nature and soft caramel tinted eyes.

you stand from the couch, feet taking control as you walk to his door. a small slither of orange light peaking from underneath. raising your fist to knock but stopping, arguing with yourself. this couldn’t be a good idea.

before you can even convince yourself to knock, the door opens. steve stands on the other side, his own chest heaving as your eyes meet.

‘i-,’ he croaks, but you cut him off with your lips, pulling back just as quickly as you’d moved forwards.

you stare at him for a few moments, swallowing all the courage you’d just worked up.

‘..now you know,’ giving him a meek smile before walking back to your room. you lean back against the door, heart beating a million miles an hour.

a repetitive banging sound forces you awake in the morning. hissing as the sounds of an extremely dramatic moan get louder. high-pitched and obviously put on.

it takes a moment for you to realise just where the noise is coming from. eddie’s room backs onto yours. the headboard colliding with the wall at an alarming pace.

you stumble out of bed, throwing on an old dirty sweater and groggily making your way into the living room.

steve sits slumped over the table, looking particularly miserable this morning. despite what had happened last night. you wondered if he’d told robin who sat scowling at the door. steam practically coming out of her ears.

her eyes widen as you appear in the doorway, rubbing the residual sleep from your eyes, eyes flitting between your frame and the wooden door.

‘well shit, i was about to cuss you out,’ she remarks, astonished that you were stood in front of her.

steve’s whole face brightens when he realises you’re stood in front of him and not in the room making those god-awful, oscar worthy noises.

‘if that’s not you.. who the fuck is in there?’ robin gasps, now utterly bemused by the entire situation.

you shrug, choosing the seat opposite steve, making brief eye contact and flashing him a small smile. would he bring up last night? or was it never to be spoken about again?

relief is written all over his face. obviously under the impression that you’d made up with eddie at some point in the night. not once checking that you were in your room.

‘jesus christ i’m gonna kill him,’ robin fumes, sipping on a mug of coffee. her eyes are narrowed, attempting to set the room ablaze with her mind.

‘it won’t last long,’ you add, reaching over to steal a slice of steve’s buttered toast. he lets you, obviously. letting out a soft snort at your joke.

‘nothing is that good,’ robin shakes her head.

the noises quieten, a shrill giggle coming from the hallway as a scantily clad blonde appears in the doorway, closely followed by eddie, sporting a pair of boxers that hid absolutely nothing.

‘that way,’ he groans, guiding the smiling woman away towards the bathroom. his eyes momentarily meeting yours, total venom behind his glare.

robin jumps up, splashing coffee over the floor, ‘don’t you dare think about fucking in my bathroom,’ she warns, chasing after the odd couple.

you can hear an altercation as presumably eddie slams the bathroom door on robin, her fists pounding against the wood, hollering about her new bath mat.

steve glances at you, searching your face for any type of reaction. he doesn't find anything, instead you smile softly as robin re-enters the room, cursing at the bastard freak. she grabs her bag, slinging it onto her shoulder before stomping over to the door.

'i'm going out, let me know when he's done with his weird exhibitionist routine,' slamming the door as she exits, the poorly built walls shaking as she does.

there's a faint sound of running water, obviously coming from the bathroom, closely followed by a series of questionable grunts and groans. you choose to try and block it out, though engaging in conversation with steve at this very moment seemed almost too awkward.

'did you tell robin?' you pipe up, playing with your fingernails as you just about meet his gaze.

'uh.. yeah,' he grimaces slightly, 'i-i just thought.. well i thought that was you this morning, i was.. confused,' apologetic for his blunder.

you nod, 'i don't care.. i just wanna prepare for the inevitable grilling i'm gonna get,' chuckling in an attempt to ease the tension. it works as his lips curl into a small, playing with the discarded crusts on his plate.

the god-awful noises from the bathroom worsen and your eyes are pulled from steve, looking towards the cause. perhaps this was eddie's way of making you jealous. revenge for choosing to go home and not put up with his drunken assholery.

you’re sat tracing patterns into the velvet fabric of the sofa, practically shaking as you wait for steve to get back from campus.

he was your friend for fuck sake. why was this so nerve wracking? ask him to hang out, if he says no then so be it. you’ll deal with the awkwardness of your shared kiss alongside eddie’s misguided anger.

he’s later than you’d expected. becoming far too engrossed in the random soap opera on the tv when he does eventually get back. almost forgetting about what you’d got yourself so worked up over.

‘hey,’ waving his fingers as he comes in.

christ, he almost seemed more nervous than you were.

‘hey,’ not wanting to jump down his throat the second he walked in the door, turning the tv off and running your palms down the sofa.

‘spoken to eddie?’ he asks curiously, slinging his bag from his shoulder and slumping down next to you on the couch.

‘nah.. he went out this morning and hasn’t been back,’ you shrug, wishing that he wouldn’t have just bought that prick up.

he nods, looking down at his jeans, finding a loose thread to play with.

‘would yo-,’

‘d’ya wanna-,’

you both start at the same time, stopping to let him continue except he’d done the same thing. sitting in the silence for a brief moment.

you chuckle nervously, ‘sorry, what were you saying?’

‘i was just gonna ask if you wanted to.. maybe do something tonight? if- if you’re not busy,’ shrugging it off, trying his hardest to play it cool.

‘oh,’ laughing softly, the pair of you were like nervy teenagers, comical, ‘i was gonna ask you the same thing.. yeah i’d love to.’

steve grins, transported back to freshman year of high school, trying to find the gall to ask tammy thompson to the fucking movies. it all seemed so childish, innocent, the way you melted around each other.

‘okay.. i’ll get changed, give me five,’ he nods, leaping from the sofa and speeding off to his room.

you bite down onto your bottom lip, trying to contain your smile. kicking yourself for the adolescent excitement it gave you.

the bar was packed for a wednesday night, steve shouldering his way through the crowd with you following closely behind. not brave enough to cling onto his hand, wrapping your fingers around his forearm instead.

‘jesus christ,’ he exclaims when he finds a spot just about big enough for you both to stand. you were close. closer than you’d ever been. at least in public.

you hold onto the glass bottle he’d passed you from the bar, ‘d’ya wanna go somewhere else?’

‘what?’ he shouts, the music too loud to hear you properly.

you lean in closer, lips brushing against his ear, the feeling makes your heart pound, ‘you wanna go somewhere else?’

placing his hand on your arm so he could shout back, the mixture of his cologne and beer filling your nose. it was intoxicating, making your head giddy.

‘i’m good if you are,’ wisps of his hair sweeping against your cheek.

you nod, beaming up at him as you take a swig of the harsh beer. the crowd seemingly disappearing from around you as his eyes focus on you, his own smile overcoming his face.

okay, perhaps you’d had a little too much to drink. but a little dutch confidence never hurt anyone.

you’re definitely not complaining when you grab his hand on the way out of the bar, quickly intertwining your fingers as he weaves his way to the door. still as packed as when you’d got there.

you giggle as he trips over the step coming into the bar, sending you flying into his back as he regains his balance.

his hand is quick to steady you, resting on your waist. the street light illuminating the gleam of his eyes, slightly glossy from the multiple beers he’d sunk inside.

a drunk student roars past you, snapping you out of the moment, steve’s hand still lingering on your waist. something that would’ve never happened if he were sober.

‘shall we go home?’ you ask, not breaking from his gaze.

he nods, moving his hand to offer it out for you to grab. leading you over to an empty cab, leaning through the front window to talk to the driver.

the drive home is heavy with tension. sitting in silence as steve makes polite conversation with the driver, fingers still wrapped around yours. heart thumping as you near your street.

the apartment dark and silent when you get in, the only light coming from the old fairy lights robin had hung around the room. there’s no hesitation, your hands grabbing his cheeks, smashing your lips to his the second the front door closes.

it takes a moment for him to realise what was happening, hands quickly finding solace on the small of your back when it clicks properly. it’s greedy and desperate, tongue sliding into his mouth, wanting to touch every inch of him.

hands sliding down his chest, grabbing at the fabric, his leg slotting between yours, guiding you backwards. straight into the coffee table with a bang.

you spring apart, eyeing eddie’s room cautiously, saying a silent prayer and hoping he didn’t come out.

steve’s eager to resume, eyes hungry as they flit between eddie’s door and your face.

you pull back completely, taking your lip between your teeth and hooking your finger around his pinky, leading the way to his bedroom. it was the furthest away from eddie’s and made the most sense.

he shuts the door gently, flicking the small bedside lamp on, illuminating the obvious tent in his jeans. your mouth falling open at the sight of it, rubbing your thighs together to try and satiate the growing throbbing.

you’re quick to resume the kiss, moving on him swiftly, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. he collapses backwards onto the bed, your body falling on top of his chest, hands caressing his cheeks.

the next moment you find yourself underneath steve, pressed into the mattress as he holds himself above you. eager hands finding the short hem of your skirt and sliding underneath on the soft skin of your thighs. you had never seen him move with such confidence before, normally a little shy in the way he carried himself.

his finger hooks into the waistband of your lacy panties, tugging them down to your thighs. his growing erection digging into your core with every movement. moaning into his mouth when his finger begins circling your sensitive clit. this had definitely killed any and all assumptions that he was a virgin.

it’s as if he had been waiting for this very moment for his entire life, sliding his fingers between your folds and into your already soaking hole, your mouth falling from his as your head rolls back onto the pillow.

‘oh my god,’ a breathy moan escaping from your lips as his fingers pump in and out, his other hand causing a dip in the pillow next to your head.

his fingers slip out of you and begin to unbuckle his belt, barely getting them down and around his legs before his cock springs up. bigger than you ever could’ve imagined, mouth hung open as your peer down between your bodies.

your shirt is pulled off over your head so quickly you weren’t sure if you had blinked, landing on the floor alongside his with a soft thunk.

you draw your eyes back up to meet his once more, ‘you’re sure?’ he reaffirms, pupils dilated, wetting his lips with his pink tongue.

‘so sure,’ nodding encouragingly underneath him, readjusting your legs to loosely wrap around his torso. you’d never been more sure of anything in your life.

he returns the nod, positioning himself at your sopping entrance and without breaking eye contact he slides in with a sharp intake of breath. you can’t contain the whimper that collects in your throat, the stretch of his cock taking you by surprise. the sting felt good, like he was always supposed to be there between your legs.

he’s still, waiting for your encouragement to move. you give it in the form of a squeeze on the back of his neck, clinging on to the skin as his hips move slowly. low, hungry grunts roll from his lips, the bed frame creaking in time with his thrusts.

‘fuck,’ you breathe out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth acutely aware that eddie was only a few doors away and could definitely hear the happenings in the room. even if you could manage to stifle yourself, the undeniable sounds of skin against skin would expose you.

‘is that- is that good?’ steve mumbles, moving slow but hitting deep, nudging against your soft spot, already hurtling you towards your orgasm.

‘jesus christ.. yes, yes,’ beginning to buck your hips back against him, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. finger nails leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin as tears prick in your eyes.

steve groans as his heavy balls slap against the back of your thighs, pushing himself fully inside, ‘i’m not.. hmph.. not gonna last long,’ arm beginning to buckle with the weight of him.

you clench around him as your high topples over at his words, burying your face into the pillow next to you. unable to withhold the high pitched wail from leaving your mouth, barely managing to muffle the sound.

his rhythm falters, hips slamming into yours for the last few desperate pumps before he pulls himself out. thick ropes of cum spurting out and onto his hand. and the bed. and your thigh. crying out as his chest heaves above you.

‘holy shit,’ his arm gives way and he ends up next to you on the mattress, panting for air as he reaches for a dirty shirt on the floor, using the first thing he could find to clean off his hand.

you turn your head to face him, a lazy smile on your face as he offers the shirt out to you, mouthing a small sorry.

he throws it to the other side of the room, running a hand over his damp face, ‘i uh.. i last way longer normally,’ bashful and doubting his performance. it was only because it was you.

‘steve,’ you smile, grabbing his blanket to pull over your body, ‘don’t do that,’ seeing the shy boy from once before, you much preferred the steve from earlier.. confident and sure of himself.

‘yeah.. sorry,’ his lips curling into a soft smile, turning his body towards yours, arm snaking out to pull you closer, clammy palm resting on the small of your back.

you giggle quietly in response, settling in to your new position, sharing the blanket with him.

your eyes don’t leave each other’s as he begins to babble about something from the bar, clinging onto your skin as if you were somehow going to slip away.

you hadn’t even realised that you’d fallen asleep in steve’s room.

so when eddie comes in unannounced in the early morning, you thank your lucky stars that you’re facing the wall with steve’s body hiding yours. shoving your face into the pillow to hide yourself, hair sprawled around you, helping your case.

‘yo.. bro,’ he whispers, stepping into the room and over a pile of clothes, ‘good night?’ he cocks his eyebrow at steve as he turns around, glaring at the interruption.

‘uh.. yeah yeah,’ steve panics, realising what eddie had walked into and the chaos that’d ensue if he figured it out, his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

‘sounded like it,’ eddie chuckles, shaking his boot to rid it of the discarded shirt on the floor, ‘look, have you got ten bucks? i can give it back tomorrow,’ he bargains, smiling at steve.

‘yeah.. yeah, my wallet’s on the desk,’ steve nods towards the desk, adjusting himself to make sure he was covering you when eddie stomps over to the desk.

ten dollars was a worthy sacrifice to not have to deal with eddie’s temper tantrum in the morning. it wasn’t like he’d never find out. just not now.

‘thanks bro.. i’ll get it back to you tomorrow, hey,’ eddie rubs his stubbly face, ‘d’you know if dickhead’s in? i knocked but, uh.. no answer,’ quite obviously referring to you.

you have to resist the urge to sit up and cuss him out.

‘uhh.. no, no idea sorry,’ steve shakes his head apologetically, lying through his teeth.

‘alright well, have fun,’ wiggling his eyebrows as he exits, closing the door softly.

you exhale when the door clicks shut, though you stay in the same position, not entirely convinced he’s not stood outside the door listening.

‘don’t speak,’ you mouth to steve, who looks wearily at you until the front door closes and you fully turn to face him.

‘jesus christ,’ you breathe, ‘he doesn’t knock?’

‘usually he does.. i bet he wanted to see who was in here,’ his arm twitches, unsure of whether to keep clinging on to your waist or to remove it.

‘i mean,’ you shrug, ‘he’ll found out eventually, right?’ it was inevitable, especially as you were living together.

‘i s’pose.. you don’t care?’ taken aback by your nonchalance towards the situation.

‘not really.. i just don’t think he needs to know, not yet,’ you croak, he had literally just banged another chick practically right in front of you. any guilt you may have felt about the situation had disappeared.

‘yeah,’ he gives you a tired smile, nuzzling his head into the pillow, all soft and sweet.

‘i dunno about you but i’m going back to sleep, until at least lunch,’ your hand running along the curve of his bicep, mere inches away from each other.

he hums in response, his lingering arm pulling your waist closer, eyes drooping as sleep takes over.

you’re awoken again by the slam of the front door, robin leaving for work. letting steve know that everyone in the apartment could hear your late night activities.

steve grumbles, complaining about her heavy-handedness. you leer over at the alarm clock, wanting to get out of steve’s room before eddie gets back from work, making sure there were no possible chances of awkward questions this afternoon.

‘shit,’ you hiss, climbing over his still half-asleep body and grabbing whatever t-shirt you could find, pulling it on over your head, ‘eddie’s back in like five.. i’m gonna get out of here now, saves the aggro..,’ slipping into your discarded underwear.

‘right.. good idea,’ he mumbles, one arm folded underneath his pillow as he comes to fully.

you sprint out of there and into the kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal when eddie strolls through the door, whistling some tune to himself. he glances at you before taking a seat at the cluttered dining table.

you don’t say a word, discarding your plan to sit at the table and instead tucking in to your cereal on the counter, pretending to read some flyer.

‘where were you last night?’ he asks, leaning back on the chair to get a full view of you, ‘i knocked on your door but..’ narrowing his eyes.

‘i was probably fuckin’ asleep,’ shoving another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, making brief eye contact with the man.

he squints, trying to figure out why that shirt was so fucking familiar. was it his? were you wearing his shirt in some weird goading way?

steve emerges from his room, shirtless and running a hand from his messy hair. eddie’s eyes flit between the shirt and steve. cogs slowly turning in his brain.

no. no the shirt wasn’t his.

it was the fucking shirt he’d kicked off of his foot when he’d stormed into steve’s room this morning. same boring design printed on the front.

on you.

from steve’s floor.

the night after steve had, very loudly, had a female friend over.

you’re oblivious, focussing on your bowl of soggy cornflakes as steve clatters around behind you. making his own bowl. neither of you looking at each other, making everything ten times more obvious.

‘you’re fuckin’ joking,’ he loudly proclaims, standing from the table, nearly sending the chair flying backwards.

your head shoots up, confused by what he had seemingly angered himself over now, ‘what?’ eyebrows knitted together as he storms over, mouth hung open in disbelief.

‘you fucked him?’ jabbing his finger at steve, ‘my best friend?’ arms flying around in anger.

you look to steve for some help, eddie positively fuming, his jaw clenched at your lack of an answer. in fact, your reaction, or lack thereof, had only solidified everything.

‘no,’ you eventually croak, ‘i- we-, that wasn’t me,’ stuttering for some excuse, though you know he didn’t buy a word of it.

eddie’s face twists up in a mix of anger and hurt, eyes glossing over as his lips tremble, ‘eddie-,’ steve begins, cut off as eddie storms out of the tiny kitchen, grabbing his wallet from the table and pausing when he opens the front door.

‘you deserve each other,’ he snarls before disappearing, shaking the walls with his violent slam of the door.

you stare at steve in silent disbelief, dropping the spoon into your discarded bowl. you’d predicted his reaction to go something along the lines of that, just not expecting it so soon. hoping to have prepared a solid speech in the meantime.

‘shit.’

‘it’s okay.. h-he was gonna find out eventually.. he’ll calm down,’ steve tries to soothe you, well aware that eddie held onto his anger, let it simmered until it all bubbled over and some poor soul got the brunt of months of rage.

you want to feel bad, feel guilty but when steve’s hand sits on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, it vanishes. his chestnut eyes providing a sense of comfort you’d never felt before.

you were used to eddie being out. missing in action for days on end. but by the fourth day of him not coming back to the apartment, the pit in your stomach starts to worsen.

the guilt had caught up to you, as if you were the one who had shoved him out of the door. you had, in a metaphorical sense.

the first few days were, nice. though you felt worse for even feeling that. but, you’d been hanging out with steve more. it was different to before, getting to know his personal quirks, the things that made him tick. something you would’ve brushed off before.

you were friends, sure. you hadn’t really had the opportunity to get to know him like this before. it would’ve felt like some sort of betrayal to eddie. even though in some ways the way it had come about now was much worse.

on the fifth day, you’re sat on the couch with steve. picking the hangnail from your finger, wincing as it started to bleed.

‘d’you think he might’ve gone home?’ you ask, looking up at steve who was spaced out next to you.

they were from the same small town, had started out sharing classes in high school and had since been friends. admittedly growing apart when you’d come into the picture. you’d heard stories from the others about how close they used to be, never apart, according to jonathan.

‘i dunno.. he hates hawkins,’ steve shrugs, seeing the worry spread across your face, ‘but i could call his uncle? see if he’s there?’

you nod, thumb in your mouth trying to pull off more of the sore skin. he gets up to grab his phone, already dialling the number when he comes back into the room.

‘hey! wayne.. it’s steve- yeah yeah, i’m good man.. i was just wondering if eddie was there? oh no, uh- well.. we haven’t heard from him in a few days, y’know what he’s like… sure, thanks man,’ clicking the button and ending the call.

he looks over at you, a pitying look on his face as he shakes his head no.

‘i’m sure he’s alright.. he’s dramatic, you know that,’ he collapses onto the couch, this time closer than before, nudging your elbow with a weak smile.

you were well versed with eddie’s dramatic personality. having dealt with his temper tantrums and storm outs for years now. though, it had never seemed this bad before.

realistically, you knew he was probably crashing on a friend’s sofa. overstaying his welcome and partying too much. he was likely coming down from some insane party as you sat thinking about him.

‘i just.. feel bad,’ you whisper, leaning into steve’s side. his arm reaches around to your shoulder, rubbing softly against your arm.

‘i know..i do too,’ he admits, you and eddie hadn’t been a romantic thing. not even really a thing, if you were being honest. it was sex and partying, getting completely trashed and using each other in an attempt to fill the void inside of you both.

but steve and eddie had been friends for years now. they’d argued over the stupidest shit but never something like a girl. steve had had to genuinely weigh up whether his friendship with eddie was worth losing.

if eddie couldn’t get over it, would steve be able to repress his feelings for you? or would he be fine with losing eddie if it meant that you were together?

when robin gets back from work, she narrows her eyes at the two of you curled up against each other, ‘is this gonna be a regular thing?’

‘would you have a problem with it if it was?’ you ask, watching as she dumps her back and slumps on the empty seat.

‘oh no, i’m just thinking about how much peace and quiet i’ll get if you and eddie aren’t screaming at each other every day,’ kicking her doc martens from her feet and leaning into the cushions.

‘if he comes back,’ you remind her.

she hadn’t really seemed too fazed when he’d stormed out. thankful for no more early morning wake up calls from his wooden bed frame. but you can tell that even she was beginning to feel at least a tiny bit worried.

‘he still not called?’

you shake your head, ‘no one’s seen him, he’s not home.. i guess we’ve just gotta wait til he’s calmed down,’ shrugging, more so trying to convince yourself rather than her.

no matter what, eddie had a special place in your heart. even if it wasn’t love in the romantic sense, there was too much there to disregard that. he was your best friend at one point, how could you?

it’s another five days of fretting and concern before you hear a word from him. your phone rings in the middle of the night and you sit up, feeling along the nightstand for the buzzing plastic. an unrecognised number.

‘hello?’ you speak into the receiver.

steve stirs, waking up at the sound of your voice. admittedly, you’d been sleeping in his bed. sharing kisses and late-night chats about just about everything. it all felt very quick, but just right. like now that’d you’d both realised that you could have this, that anything other than this felt wrong.

‘hi,’ eddie’s voice rings out, recognisable even through the phone.

‘eddie? you’re okay? where are you?’ you babble, steve sits up at the mention of his name.

‘i’m uh- with my dad, i just, listen.. i need you to bring me some shit.. we’re going away and i’ve got nothing with me,’ his voice crackles and you can hear him shift around in the payphone box.

‘what? you’re going where? where are you?’ baffled, unsure if you were still asleep and not understanding him.

‘away, i’m staying in porter.. look, can you do it?’

‘eddie that’s-,’ but you stop yourself, ‘yeah, sure.. when?’

‘tomorrow, i just need some clothes, my watch and my savings.. they’re under my mattress.. tiny box, you’ll see it,’ he rushes, running out of minutes.

‘o-okay, where shall i meet you? i don’t know it well,’ you garble, nodding at steve when he mouths a confused porters?

‘little bar called sam’s.. i’ll be in there, i’ve gotta go, this thing’s running out,’ he sighs, muttering a small, ‘thank you,’ before the line goes dead.

‘he’s at the fucking beach.. wants me to drop some shit for him.. he said he’s with his dad? i-i thought his dad left..?’

‘he did,’ steve looks puzzled, taking the phone from your clutch and looking at the withheld number, trying to figure out if he could call it back, ‘he left years ago..’

eddie’s smile falters when he notices that you’d bought steve and robin along. steve dropping your hand the second his eyes meet eddie’s.

‘what the fuck are you doing here?’ the chair scraping the wooden floor as he stands abruptly.

the man you can only assume is his dad looks over, gripping onto the beer bottle, eyes flitting between his son and your trio.

‘eddie.. i asked them to, we wanted to know if you were okay,’ your voice shakes, frowning when he scowls at you. you’ve pissed him off, again.

‘i called you because i trusted you, not him,’ he spits, walking over to where you were stood by the door, ‘where’s my shit?’

‘it’s in the car,’ quickly coming up with a lie, trying to keep him talking for as long as possible, ‘i need to talk to you.. before you.. leave,’ you pout, trying to get him away from his dad.

‘about?’ he hits back harshly, still upset that you’d even dared to bring steve along.

‘about.. everything,’ you exhale shakily, ‘give me five minutes, please.’

he looks back at his dad who checks his watch before shrugging. he couldn’t give a less of a shit as long he got this promised money.

‘fine,’ he says through gritted teeth, storming past a gormless steve and robin and exiting the restaurant.

you glance at steve before following him out, not sure how much longer you could convince him you’d bought everything he’d asked for.

he’s already lighting up a cigarette when you reach the street, perched against the windowsill in days-old clothes. he looked a mess. even worse than his usual gritty self. eye-bags and a sunken face to match.

you breathe out, how do you even start a conversation like this? sorry i fucked your best friend but i actually really like him was probably not the best way to go about it.

‘i’m sorry,’ seemed like the best place to start, ‘it wasn’t fair to you.. what i- we did.. i can’t tell you how shit it makes me feel.. to know that i hurt you.’

he blows the smoke out of his mouth, expressionless, ‘okay.’

is that it? after his great big performance that was all he could say?

‘what?’

‘i said, okay.. what d’you expect me to do? start crying and begging you to love me?’ scoffing as he takes a long draw of the cigarette. his eyes cold, merciless as he glares at you.

‘you ran away.. made everyone worried sick about you.. and all you can say is okay?’

he shrugs, ‘i’m over it.. you’re welcome to each other,’ stubbing the cigarette out on the brick wall, stepping closer to you.

your mouth opens and shuts, flabbergasted by his stinking attitude, ‘shout at me, scream.. fuck- hit me if you want to.. stop pretending like you don’t care.. because i know you eddie munson and i know you do.’

his eyes narrow, intimidating as he towers above, ‘i don’t give a shit, you’re only upset because you want me to.. that’s too bad,’ his adam’s apple bobs, a tell-tale sign that he was lying.

your eyes search his for anything. a glimmer of weakness.

but his eyes are stern, emotionless as his brows thread together.

the door to the bar creaks open and his dad stomps out, muttering to himself, ‘c’mon son, let’s get the fuck out of here,’ replacing eddie’s spot on the windowless ledge and lighting his own cigarette.

he doesn’t break eye contact, ‘i’m gonna take a leak and then i want my shit,’ jaw tense as he barges through the door.

you squeeze your eyes shut, biting onto your bottom lip before cricking your neck. that hadn’t gone exactly to plan. now what the fuck were you gonna do when he realised you hadn’t brought the one thing he’d asked for.

‘i know what women like you do,’ his dad speaks up, taking a long drag on the cigarette, ‘you don’t get to fuck up his life and then happily move on.’

eyes springing open when you realise he’s talking to you, ‘what the fuck did you just say?’

he laughs, a deep belly-laugh, ‘you heard.’

you’d love to smash the smug look from his dirty face. knock his head into the brick wall and drag eddie kicking and screaming back to steve’s cat whether he liked it or not.

‘women like me? the only person who cares enough to drive all the way out to this shithole to save your son? is that what you meant?’ stepping up towards him, as if you were even capable of doing anything.

‘you came to rub it in.. flaunting in with pretty boy there,’ his lips snarl, ‘pathetic really, shouldn’t have bothered.’

eddie comes back out, robin and steve trailing behind, trying to converse with him but being completely blanked, ‘where’s my shit then?’

‘uh.. steve’s car,’ beckoning to where you’d parked somewhere in the distance.

steve flashes you a worried look knowing damn well there was nothing eddie could want in his car. luckily eddie doesn’t pick up on it and instead starts walking in the direction you’d motioned, expecting you all to follow.

‘why’re you in such a hurry?’ you call out from behind, trying desperately to bide time. he was certain to flip his shit the second you reached the car and he figured you’d lied to him.

‘because i want to get the fuck out of here,’ he snaps back, charging on ahead.

you walk in silence to steve’s car, nervously glancing over at steve as eddie and his disgusting pig of a father walk on ahead. steve reaches over and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze though it doesn’t really do much.

eddie’s spots the car first, striding over and peering into the windows, ‘where’s my shit then?’ turning to glare at you with a disgusted look on his face.

your mouth opens and closes, no viable excuse coming to mind, ‘eddie.. i didn’t bring anything-,’ swallowing as you gain some slight confidence, ‘i’m not letting you go with him.’

his dad completely flips, turning to his son, ‘you’re fucking useless, you know that? how the fuck d’you manage to mess this one up?’ practically foaming at the mouth.

‘dad i told her! this isn’t my fault.. we can still go.. i’ll find the cash somewhere,’ his eyes pleading with the estranged man, he had shrunk back into a scared little boy right before your eyes.

his father shoves him away, snarling at his son, ‘you think i actually want to go anywhere with you? my colossal fuck up of a son? you’re dreaming,’ positively fuming.

‘but.. dad,’ he’s almost begging now, regressing back to the night he watched his father walk out on his mom, feeling the heartache all over again.

steve steps up, getting closer to the pair, ‘you should go,’ placing his hand on the man’s arm.

he jerks his arm from steve’s grip, scoffing at you all, ‘don’t bother trying to find me again.. i don’t wanna know,’ poking his sausage finger into eddie’s chest before pulling himself away and trundling off back to the bar you’d met in.

your eyes immediately turn to eddie who was watching the man leave for the second time, tears pricking in his eyes. your chest pangs with hurt, you’d never meant for it to happen like this.

eddie speeds off in the opposite direction and you have to pull on steve’s arm to stop him from going after the boy, ‘he’ll come.. just.. give him a few minutes,’ nodding reassuringly.

steve sighs before turning to face you, ‘okay, you should go anyway.’

‘yeah.’

deciding that it had probably been enough time, you follow eddie’s path and eventually find him perched on a crumbling stoke wall, aggressively wiping his cheeks when he spots you walking over.

you sit in the empty spot next to him, staring down at the grey concrete. not wanting to break the silence and potentially piss him off more.

‘fuck,’ eddie finally breathes, sniffing and wiping his nose on his filthy sleeve. he clearly hadn’t showered in days and you wonder what on earth they could’ve possibly been doing.

‘i’m sorry,’ you croak. you weren’t just sorry for not allowing him to run off with that wretched man but for the fact that you and steve had quite obviously betrayed him.

you hear him swallow and then a rustling from his pocket. looking up to find him with a cigarette hanging onto his lip. he offers the box out to you, as he usually would.

delicately taking one from the pack and placing it in your mouth, waiting patiently for the lighter.

you sit smoking your cigarettes in the calming silence for a few minutes. gazing out at the horizon, the sky awash with all sorts of moody greys. fitting.

‘are you coming home?’ you ask quietly, standing from the wall with your hands shoved in your pockets.

eddie exhales, his eyes closing briefly before he stands, ‘yeah.. yeah let’s go,’ admitting defeat as he lets go of his dad forever, ready to put an end to his reckless escapade.

robin and steve are leaning against his car when you walk back. there had been a silent agreement to not mention it. just get in the car and go.

you sat in the back with eddie, watching as he stares out of the window, pressing his forehead against the cold glass. you move over into the middle seat, resting your head against his shoulder.

things would be alright.

things had been actually sorta alright. eddie had seemingly come to terms with you and steve becoming a thing. at least, if he hadn’t, he’d been keeping it to himself.

you tried to keep things respectable of course, jumping apart when he’d enter the room or going off to your own room and creeping into steve’s when eddie had gone to bed. but he wasn’t stupid. and you knew he wasn’t stupid. it just seemed better than rubbing it in his face.

things were completely different with steve and you’d felt a sense of pressure that hadn’t been present with eddie. steve was soft and kind but you couldn’t be so laidback about everything with him.

when you’d disappear at parties to split a bag with someone, he’d want to know. or when you were upset and stressed out, he’d want to know why, how he could help.

which was fair enough, obviously. it was just different. before, eddie would offer some generic advice and a spliff and be done with it. now, you were expected to actually address your issues head-on, not just bury them with sex and drink.

finals week had been harsh on all of you. the apartment in disarray as you were all working overtime to save your grade and not get kicked out of college.

you’d, perhaps a bit unfairly, taken your stress out on steve. arguing with him about menial shit that you didn’t really care about, just finding any excuse to shout and push him away.

he’d sit there and take it, offering sensible solutions and trying to resolve whatever bullshit you’d made up that day. a stark difference to eddie who would’ve screamed straight back at you.

come friday night, you’d all finished exams, sitting around the table when eddie swanned in, flapping some flyer for a party, going on about how you should all go.

‘we’re finished, free,’ he argued, pleading his case to the three of you.

robin flat-out refused, said she needed to sleep for a solid week and then she’d be ready to party. steve umm’d and ahh’d, settling on staying in but he was down to go out tomorrow.

‘i’ll go,’ you speak up, eyeing eddie from across the table, you hadn’t hung out alone yet. this would be a new feat.

‘alright,’ he shrugs, looking at steve for his permission or straight up denial of you two going alone.

steve just nods, ‘alright, call me if you need anything,’ glancing at you with an assured smile.

he wasn’t worried. not really. you’d shown him plenty of times that you loved him even despite your incessant attempts to push him away. even in the bad arguments, he’d kept his cool and waited for you to come to him, keeping everything on your terms.

you’re nervous though. you and eddie partying together had never been a good idea, egging each other on, getting utterly trashed just because he’d dare you to.

not tonight. you swore to yourself before leaving. pressing a tender kiss on steve’s lips, leaving traces of your sticky lipgloss behind.

eddie’s pov

it’s a little after midnight when steve gets a phone call from eddie, asking him to come and pick you up. still waking up as he walks across campus, passing countless drunk students as he finds the thumping party.

you’re incoherent on the couch, steve’s eyebrows raising expectedly as he walks into the room. eddie stood to the side watching as your arms instinctively wrap around steve’s neck. even in your drunken stupor you went straight to steve.

it fucking stings.

he looks on worriedly as steve hoists you from the couch, ‘hey man.. uh, she said some pretty weird things tonight, i dunno.. i don’t think she’s okay,’ recalling your earlier slurred words.

you hadn’t meant to, but you’d spilled everything to eddie. a tequila fuelled rant about how steve was so perfect and how bad you felt that you just weren’t. how you didn’t know how to stop pushing him away, even when you didn’t want to.

steve nods, it wasn’t like he didn’t already know you were on this self-destructive warpath. he just wasn’t sure how to tell you that you didn’t need to do this without sounding like a dick.

your arms lazily flop around his neck, laying your head against his chest as he carried you bridal style through the party and right across campus back to your apartment. eddie trailing behind in silence.

‘thanks.. for calling me,’ steve smiles as he nudges his bedroom door open just as eddie was about to disappear into his own room.

‘course,’ he nods, melancholy as he watches your fingers curl around steve’s jacket, pulling him down onto the bed with you, babbling a chorus of steve’s and love you’s as his door closes.

cursing himself for never being that soft with you. never providing that level of safety.

he lies awake for hours, staring at the ceiling. at some point he hears you tumble out of steve’s room, rushing to the bathroom and subsequently throwing up into the toilet. debating whether to hop out of his own bed and help.

but then the padding of steve’s feet make their way through the hallway, his soft voice helping you brush your teeth and get cleaned up. eddie’s assistance was unnecessary. damn, he wouldn’t have a clue what to even do.

on the occasions that you’d thrown up in the morning, eddie would’ve led in bed and laughed. called you a pussy and waited for you to crawl back to bed in a mood. he wasn’t gentle like steve. that shit came as a second nature to him but to eddie? not a touch of it.

he even hears the soft kiss he gives you on the way back to his room, your appreciative little murmur and the click of his door shutting again.

and he wants to kick himself. scream and cry and throw a tantrum because in an ideal world, that would’ve been him.

but he can’t blame you, no matter how much he tried. it’s his fault he’s such a colossal fuck up. not yours. not steve’s. his.

he eventually gives up and moves to the couch, not getting much luck at sleeping in his bed. the suns rising when he hears snippets of your hushed conversation.

it didn’t sound angry. or even upset. just barely audible speaking’s about your feelings.

‘i know.. i don’t mean to,’ he can hear, a twinge of sadness in your tone.

‘you don’t need to.. not with me,’ steve mumbles and the blankets rustle, snapping him out of his trance.

he can hear small i love you’s and the sound of lips smacking. but then your muffled breathy moans start and the bile rises in his throat. undeniably he knew what was going on in there, everything being confirmed by the rhythmic creaking of the mattress.

and he knows what you look like. he can see it. feel it. hell, he lived for it at one point

pushes himself from the sofa and straight out of the door. not wanting to hear a second more.

you don’t feel as bad as expected in the morning, rough but not as bad as you should be feeling.

robin’s now ready to celebrate, steve agreeing and you almost want to hurl at the mention of going out. eddie sits in silence at the end of the table, he’d been pretty strange this morning and you’d wondered if you said something to upset him last night.

you could vaguely recall the self-pitying spiel you’d forced him to listen to. physically cringing at the fact you’d started crying and wailing about steve to him.

robin suggests having some people over, just a small thing with close friends. maybe if everyone was up for it you could all go out afterwards. that you could agree to.

she rounds the troops, calling the friend you all shared. who all agreed to get there at eight. something small and casual she repeats down the phone.

there’s a few tag-alongs, people you’d met briefly at parties or friends of friends who had been dragged along. so it wasn’t the small gathering you’d pictured with just the gang. but it was okay.

the speaker being turned to max and the living room full of people. everyone in high spirits because finals had finished and were relatively confident that they’d at least scraped a pass.

you edge through the crowd, waking over to steve who was splayed out on the couch, spliff hanging from his fingers. he grins when he sees you, opening his arms.

‘hey pretty girl,’ beckoning for you to climb onto his lap, arms snug around your waist as he passes the spliff to you, still giggling at his pet name.

eddie glowers from behind the couch, huffing before pushing himself up and storming into the kitchen. he hadn’t realised how much he’d already drank, liquor coursing through his veins.

‘watch it,’ someone exclaims when eddie barges into their arm, subsequently spilling his beer onto the boys shirt.

eddie sees red. turning to the boy and snarling as he shoves his chest, sending him to the floor.

‘what the fuck did you say?’ grabbing the boy by the collar before smashing his fist into the side of the poor boys face.

steve hears the commotion, leering over the sofa to see what the fuck was even going on. he shoves you off of his lap, running to go and grab eddie from on top of this boy.

you finally see what everyone had crowded around, watching as eddie’s fist pummels into his now bloody face. only easing when steve grabs onto his arms, gasping for breath as he’s thrown back into reality. realisation setting in about what he’d just down.

people rush to the unconscious boy, somebody screaming to call an ambulance. the music cuts out harshly, silence echoing around the room as you stare at eddie, wide-eyed. terrified.

you’d never seen him like this. so brutal, covered in someone else’s blood. his chest falls and rises, staring back at you with an equally as horrified expression. steve is saying something to him but it’s not registering. a ringing in his ears as the world crashed and burned around him.

the police turn up alongside the ambulance crew. taking statements from whoever hadn’t left and eventually cuffing eddie. muttering about crazy fucking kids and quite forcefully pulling him from the apartment.

his eyes lingering on yours as he’s guided out. steve’s arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. you’re still in disbelief, tears welling in your eyes as you remember how unforgiving and downright cruel he’d been.

‘you wanna go to bed?’ steve asks, chest vibrating with his low voice. fingers combing through your hair, in your own corner of the living room as robin and nancy attempt to clean the floor.

jonathan and argyle are picking up tiny shards of glass, not an ounce of conversation between them. all still reeling from eddie’s outburst. you were sure he was going to jail, there wasn’t any way he could possibly wriggle out of this one.

‘we should-,’ the words getting caught in your throat, ‘we need to help clean,’ pulling back to look at the state of the room, discarded cups and splatters of alcohol on the walls.

‘we’re nearly done.. you should go to bed,’ robin nods, wringing the cloth out into the sink.

even they had come to the conclusion that this was something to do with you. you and steve in particular. the way eddie’s eyes had locked onto you the second steve had pulled him off of the boy.

you knew it. he’d been frosty and unusual with you all morning. with everyone in fact.

eddie emerges from his room for the first time in days. looking worse for wear and feeling just as shit. the tag on his ankle restricting him from leaving the apartment freely.

he peers down at the blinking red light, mentally cursing the plastic as he drags his feet along the carpet. he can hear you and steve chatting quietly, not really able to make out what was being said.

not expecting you both to be sprawled out on the couch, your leg draped over his waist as your delicate fingers combed through his hair. the last few days had been so bleak, that he couldn’t really find it in himself to hate that you were sharing these moments with steve.

he sighs loudly, hoping to let you know he’d entered the room. not wanted to be involuntarily including in whatever may have happened next.

you sit up slightly, gazing at him stood behind the kitchen counter, ‘hey,’ it’s quiet, but he hears it. almost deciding to ignore until he remembers how much you’d doted on him and helped him recently.

‘hi,’ but he doesn’t look back, staring into the empty fridge, waiting for something to materialise. but it doesn’t.

‘when’s your court date?’

the words sear in his ear, an unwelcome subject.

‘next tuesday,’ deciding upon a swig of milk straight from the carton, not exactly the five-course meal he was hoping for.

‘okay well, we were.. we’re gonna come, y’know.. for support,’ your eyes are unrelenting, following him around the kitchen.

‘don’t bother, i’m pleading innocent,’ completely monotonous in his response.

he’d already argued with the state provided lawyer about this. a shoddy man who could not care less whether eddie went down or not, just wanting to cash his cheque at the end of it all.

the balding man had called him stupid, ‘there are multiple witnesses.. plead guilty and they’ll probably pity you n’ slap you with some community service or summit.. don’t be stupid son.’

you scoff, using steve’s chest as leverage as you sit up properly, ‘you’re joking? right?’

his eyes finally meet yours, thumping his fists on the marble counter, ‘i am innocent,’ no one could understand where he was coming from, not even the man who was being paid to at least pretend to care and understand.

‘you beat the shit out of him, eddie.. you broke his fucking jaw,’ your eyes are wide, looking at him like he’s an idiot- which he was, but not about this.

‘i was provoked, self defence,’ he says in all serious. he was frustrated, lashed out but at the end of it all, the guy had bashed him first.

‘wh- because he accidentally knocked into you? you really must be fucking stupid.. what are you thinking?’

eddie notices steve, or what he could see of him, tense up, obviously not wanting to anger the violent monster eddie had become in so many people’s eyes.

‘it’s my choice.. i was fucking provoked, saw some stupid shit.. that’s not my fault,’ relinquishing the blame to you.

in his eyes, if he hadn’t seen the disgusting display of affection, he probably wouldn’t have fucked up that boy. but he had, and that wasn’t his fault. so how was he guilty?

‘you’re ridiculous.. i actually can’t believe you,’ your eyes full of disappointment.

the way your face falls, eyes narrowed and sharp as knives makes his heart twist. genuine hurt flashed on your face. almost paralleling the horrified expression you’d held as he was cuffed and dragged away.

‘it’s my decision, i wouldn’t expect you to know a thing about what it’s like to be me,’ kicking the fridge door closed with a loud thump.

you disappear from his sight, flopping back down onto steve’s chest with an exasperated sigh. he rolls his eyes before stomping off into his bedroom. his mood probably wouldn’t be so terrible if he could just leave this godforsaken apartment.

actually, why shouldn’t he? if you were so certain that he was going to jail anyway, what harm was there in going out? fuck it.

so he gets dressed, pulling his denim jacket on and spritzing himself with aftershave. he’d worry about the tag later, surely one of his buddies would have something to hack it off with. hopefully with minimal damage to his leg.

you don’t even look up from steve’s eyes when he comes back out, having had enough of his idiotic attitude for the day.

‘woah, where are you go-,’ steve starts before being cut off with the front door shutting, he was gone, without so much of a look back.

jogging down the stairs and out of this suffocating hellhole.

it doesn’t take long for the police to show up, banging their fists on the door and red in the face with anger.

they grilled you and steve for what felt like hours. making sure you hadn’t helped in his escape. tearing his room apart for some sort of clue to where he’d gone.

‘we found the tag at a location not far from here.. could anyone be hiding him? he’s in serious trouble.. we need anything you’ve got,’ the officer pleads, frustrated with having to deal with this bullshit on a thursday night. you don’t blame him.

you shake your head, ‘no.. i-i mean, there’s a few bars down on main but our friends aren’t stupid enough to help him.’

any previous feelings of worry had disappeared, replaced with frustration. you weren’t prepared to spend your whole life trying to find eddie every time he decided to run away. he so obviously didn’t give a shit about what you thought, it was a waste of energy at this point.

the officer sighs, ‘right, well you let us know if he gets in contact or comes back here,’ rummaging in his pocket for a small bit of card, ‘that’s my personal number.. call me straight away.’

you nod, thumbing the glossy card and flopping back onto the couch. steve shows them out, closing the door softly after they leave. he gives you a look, full of pity. he doesn’t say a thing but you know what he’s thinking.

‘i’m done,’ holding your hands up, ‘he can get himself out of this one.. i don’t care anymore,’ surrendering completely.

he nods, looking as just as tired as you felt. sometimes you forget that this isn’t just between you and eddie, steve is right in the middle of it all too, staying quiet and holding back for eddie’s sake.

you’d tried to be courteous and thoughtful with eddie. pulling away from steve when he’d enter the room, trying not to be so overly affectionate in front of him. you felt like maybe you owed him that for how you’d gone about it, but why?

not once had he ever shown interest in being with you romantically, he was the one that’d explicitly said that you and him were friends with some added benefits. screw him.

‘you hungry? i wanna get out of here,’ pushing yourself from the couch and throwing your arms around steve’s waist, cheek squished against his chest.

‘i could eat,’ returning the hug, swaying slightly as his hands roam around your back.

eddie’s pov

eddie checks his phone for the umpteenth time.

no new notifications

he was anticipating at least something from you by now. hell, even a pathetic hi would’ve sufficed. the man wasn’t dumb, choosing to hole himself up in gareth’s basement with a six-pack rather than hitting the main spots.

he questions whether the dinghy, dark basement was any better than the confines of the room he’d escaped. supposing that you and steve weren’t next door, anything would be better.

he debates just calling you first. curious to know why you hadn’t called. maybe after the next beer. or maybe now. fuck it, it’s already dialling.

it rings and rings, becoming increasingly concerned with your well-being.

‘what?’ your voice rings out after the fifth or sixth ring.

he’s taken aback, ‘hello to you too,’ taking another swig of beer, his knees pulled up to his chest.

‘what d’you want?’

christ. you really weren’t falling for it this time.

‘nothin’.. just expected to hear from you by now, that’s all.’

he can hear the eye roll through the phone, your tiny almost inaudible little tut, ‘i’m not saving you this time.’

‘i didn’t ask you to.’

‘so why’d you call then? i’m busy.’

‘you with steve?’ he doesn’t even know why he asked, of course you were.

‘yeah, i am.. is that what you wanted to hear? or were you hoping i was out searching for you with the police?’

ouch. you’d called him out. figured out his silly game and threw it straight back in his face.

‘i didn’t- you just had to rub it in, didn’t you?’ anger rising in his throat, ‘you always do.’

‘you think i’m doing this to make you jealous? this isn’t about you anymore.. you need to get over yourself,’ you sigh, empathetic about the harsh words that’d just spilled out, ‘i love him, eddie.. you’re gonna have to deal with that.’

and with that the phone clicks. you’d hung up. you had hung up on him, no grovelling or pleading for him to come back home. that was it. the harsh truth and now he had to just sit with it.

his head falls back against the cold brick, staring up at the damp covered ceiling, weighing up his options. he knew he’d fucked up. best case scenario, he’d get a couple extra months on his sentence. worst case, they’d throw the book at him for wasting their time.. not to mention the already hefty sentence for the assault.

you had completely and utterly exhausted yourself trying to support him and even you had had enough. he only had himself to blame for that. maybe jail would be a good thing? he could get his head straight.. get over you, maybe even find some purpose in his life.

he pulls another beer from the pack, cracking it open and taking a long swig. exhaling as the bitter liquid seeps down his throat. there was only one way out of this fucked situation and he knew that.

eddie perks up when he hears your key in the door, sat on the couch for what seemed like hours waiting for you both to get back.

your face drops the instant you see him, gripping onto steve’s hand as you walk into the dimly lit living room.

eddie stands, holding up his hands, ‘i’m gonna hand myself in.. i just-,’ he exhales deeply, ‘i wanted to say goodbye,’ jaw tense as he looms between you and steve.

‘you are? do you want me to call the sheriff? i- he gave me his number..’

‘no, no.. i’m gonna go down there.. it’s easier,’ eddie motions towards the door, shaking his head.

you stand dumbfounded for a second before nodding slowly, chewing on the inside of your cheek, ‘it’s the right thing to do..’ the lump in your throat growing as you look back at the pathetic man in front of you.

steve gives him a weak smile, patting his hand on your arm. there’s a brief moment of silence. the three of you all staring back at one another in awe of the fucked up mess you’d wound up in.

‘c’mere,’ steve motions to eddie, walking over to the boy with arms outstretched. he pulls him into a bear hug, clapping his palm on eddie’s back.

from the look on eddie’s face squished against steve’s shoulder you can tell he needed it, ‘i’ll miss you man..’ he breathes into his best friend’s sweater.

‘we’ll come and visit.. you’re not getting rid of me that easy,’ his laugh is shaky as he pulls away, smiling proudly at his friend.

you stand slightly behind steve, watching on with tears brimming in your eyes. even though steve had tried to reassure you, you couldn’t help but feel so guilty that this had ultimately all happened because of you.

eddie walks over slowly, throwing his arms around your body, gripping his fingers into your arms knowing that this may very well be the last time he ever got to hold you like this.

your arms cling around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest, ‘i’m proud of you..’ was all you managed to croak out, tears wetting his dirty t-shirt.

he sniffs, swallowing the lump in his throat, ‘thank you.. for everything,’ because truly, you were the only person to never give up on him, even if he had made it incredibly difficult for you.

you lift your head off of his chest, staring up at him with sodden cheeks, bottom lip quivering as you let go of him. both physically and emotionally.

he puffs his cheeks out, wiping his face with the back of his hand before clearing his throat and nodding at the pair of you, ‘you take care of her..’ eyebrow raised.

‘aye aye captain,’ steve gives him a tight lipped smile and a half-assed salute, watching as the man he had grown up with walked out of the apartment, head held high and a newfound spring in his step.

the end of the beginning.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x you #steve harrington fic #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #steve harrington smut

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makethemhoesmad · 3 months

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Can youuu write about cc and reader getting into a heated argument and cc got carried away and said rlly hurtful words to reader and she doesnt realize until reader stands there frozen and doesnt say anything bcs she can’t believe cc would say that and she just walks out and cc regrets saying those stuff to reader (reader is a woman hihi😻)

hi hi

i changed to first person for the reader bc it was pissing me off to do second person

enjoy!

“And i’m sorry that i can’t make it to this game tonight until the second half, i have a paper due and it’s a huge part of this class!” “you’ve had two weeks to do your paper! that’s plenty of time, but you were too busy with your stupid book club to bother to do it! and now that i have something important, you don’t give a shit!” “I do care! that’s why i’m coming to the game late, instead of not at all!” maybe i don’t want you there!”

I freeze. Caitlin storms out, grabbing her bag and slamming the door behind her. I stand there, staring at the door, for i don’t know how long, tears silently running down my face. Then, i clear up all of my stuff out of caitlin’s apartment, and drive back to my own. I had been considering moving out of mine completely, but i guess there’s no reason to now. I chuck my stuff on the barren floor of my bedroom, slide into the cold, stiff sheets of my bed, and sob into my pillow. She told me she didn’t want me at her game, so i won’t go, and i won’t watch it. And when she gets home, i won’t be there. Wiping my face, i sit up and pull out my computer. i still have to finish my paper, it’s almost done. I just have to edit my final draft.

The sound of banging on my door wakes me up. My computer is shut and shoved next to me, and i’m half falling off the bed. I pick up my phone to see about 25 missed calls and texts, all from caitlin. i hear banging on my door again, then the sound of a latch opening. “baby…” i hear someone whisper. i stay quiet. she doesnt need me, she said it herself. I curl up, pretending to be asleep. if i don’t answer her, she’ll go away. I hear her walk into my room, and kneel next to me. “baby, i didn’t mean it. i was mad and it was wrong of me and i don’t deserve to ever be near you again. tell me to leave, and i will. i’m so, so sorry. i missed you at my game, and i wish you would have been there.” I open my eyes to see her face, still sweaty and slightly tear stained. I reach up, cupping her face with both hands. “sorry doesn’t make me forgive you, but you being here will.” i reach down to try and tug her up next to me, moving my computer to give her space. she pulls me into her, burying her face in my neck. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry” she mumbles against it. I rub her back, shushing her, “sleep baby. we can talk about it in the morning”

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#caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #iowa wbb #hurt/comfort

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hellavile · 2 years

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chase. sasuke.

⨳ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, quickie sex, black coded, sasuke is needy, surprise party for the hubby, creampie, reader fingers herself, choking, slight intoxication, sasuke’s rlly rough <;3

⨳ mocha’s note; happy super late birthday to daddy sasuke. *swoons* <3

sasuke’s day didn’t go exactly how he planned it. all fucking day he’s been running around finishing missions for naruto who’s so far up his ass he feels like he gave birth to the guy. and that’s not even the main reason why he’s angry. sasuke finds it odd that no one in the entire village had wished him a happy birthday today. yeah, he may not be the most favorited, but his close friends, the ones he’s known for half his life didn’t have shit to say to him. and sasuke being sasuke didn’t bother speaking on it, assuming either they’d forgotten or simply just didn’t care. he’s been out since dawn, taking care of things for the village until the sun began to set and the area grew quiet.

fuck it. there’s nothing much to say to anyone, he won’t even hold a grudge tomorrow. he’ll just go home and sit in solitude with you, his precious wife. let’s hope you hadn’t forgotten either. you were still asleep when he left, curled up naked under the cream silk sheets, face buried into his pillow you had snatched from his side the moment he left the warmth of your shared bed. he wanted more than anything to stay inside with you all day. cuddle, cook his favorite dish and sit by the pond in the backyard talking for hours.

he’s exhausted when he’s facing the main door of your perfect home, only the two of you. its super dark once he walks inside, taking off his shoes before cutting on the light. he’s so in his head that he’s lost most of his ability to be aware by the people in his house. that is until he takes sight of the twenty people in his house popping confetti in the air and screaming happy birthday. sasuke is on high alert, activating the lightning blue of his chidori in his hand, hearing your voice gasping and running up to stop him.

“baby, baby, chill!” the softness of your palms encase the heat in his cheeks, lowering his face to yours to look into those big, pretty eyes of yours. wide with panic. sasuke immediately comes to his senses and relaxes, his many friends surrounding his home trying to maintain their smiles.

“oh, fuck me . . . i’m sorry,” sasuke apologizes to you first, kissing your forehead and pulling you in for a tight hug. “i hate surprises.”

“you hate everything!” naruto exclaims behind you, causing you to laugh into your husbands chest, squeezing his arm and nestling your face in his chest. both of you needed one another’s warmth.

“you included,” sasuke jokes. naruto growls, ready to throw the two-tiered birthday cake in his hand at his face. the candles are still lit, awaiting sasuke’s wish before they’re blown out and they can all finally enjoy the party they’d been arranging all day.

“we wanted to do something nice for you,” sasuke listens to you explain. “sorry for their lack of care today. we were all just really focused on keeping it as secret as possible.”

you understood him so well. maybe they all did realize he was upset about it all day. sasuke smiles endearingly, thanking everyone in the room before sakura is unable to contain her excitement and pleads for sasuke to blow out his candles. he keeps you in his hold, closing his eyes to pretend he’s making a wish, because to be honest, he didn’t need a new one. you and his family were enough.

your traditional spaghetti, a few slices of cake, and an overly amount of liquor swirled in his system by the end of the night. spending most of the time conversing with your friends, drinking and laughing. sasuke had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. constantly trying to grope your body, reaching his hands under your dress and having to swat his hands away. he’d even bite your neck and when one of the guys caught him he’d play it off as if he was snuggling you. everyone knew it was a lie. sasuke could never handle his liquor and when he’s drunk he’s the horniest man known.

while most of everyone was outside on the patio, sasuke took this change to drag you to the bedroom, locking the door for obvious reasons. he didn’t want to be disturbed. he only needed you quick and without anyone noticing the two of you were gone. though that was impossible. it’s his own party.

“i needed you so bad,” sasuke kisses over your face and neck with a heavy tongue following, hot hands lifting your sundress over the globes of your ass he spanks after aggressively bending you over the mattress.

“i need you more,” you can’t help but to give in, melting in his touch. your hips ache as his fingertips trace over your skin, hooking a finger under your lacy red thong, an opposite contrast to the yellow dress on your flourished skin, and tugging them down until they hit your ankles.

sasuke pulls his heavy cock from his briefs and taps your ass cheek with it, biting his lip and groaning unintentionally loud. he’s so hard it’s unbearable. precum leaking from the engorged, fuchsia colored head. he lays it on your backside, sliding his left hand under your stomach and up to your neck he grasps before pressing his mouth to your cheek, breathing unsteadily.

“get that pussy wet for me,” sasuke lands a hot hand on your ass hard, a salacious moan pulling from you as you look into his eyes while you suck on your fingers, coating them with your saliva before reaching underneath yourself and sinking them into your cunt, pumping while he grinds his hips.

the silent room echoes with nothing but the slickness of your slick pussy and heavy breathing. the hairs on your neck and the goosebumps running along your arms heighten with every strike sasuke lands on your ass, humming as you whimper and fuck yourself, his hits vibrating straight to your throbbing clit.

“m’ready, ‘ke. needa feel full,” the way you say his name with such sultry in your voice while dragging your cum covered fingers over the tongue that sticks out of your mouth fucks him up. he could cum on sight.

“yeah? it’s empty? it needs my cock?” he hits your ass again after you whine about it, by now the right side bruised and red. taking a chunk of the left, his long fingers are sprawled, gripping hard and angling his waist back to slide slowly into you inch by inch.

“whimper and i’ll go deeper,” his brows are bent low, focused on your pussy suctioning him, the vein on the upper side of his dick pulsating the second you arch your back and claw at the bedding, whimpering and waiting for him to fuck you just like he needed to.

when his skin collides with yours it’s like waves clashing. the way sasuke fucks you is an outer body treatment like no other. he likes to be rough about it. knows the difference between harder and faster. and he likes it hard. it’s better for him because he can feel your voice stutter and your body jolt. he can feel the drag of his cock inside of you, slow stroking as you clamp around him and try to milk him for all he’s got. hard because you cry like a desperate slut who’s getting her cervix kissed back to back. hard because he can grab you and pin you down and force you to take it while your tears soak your face, a fucked out smile curls, and your eyes are white.

“i’m bout to fuckin’ cum,” the groan is guttural in his throat, sasuke picking his pace up and fucking you faster, throwing his head back, chasing his orgasm. he gasps when you take the initiative and clap your ass back, sasuke in shock, scrolling his eyes back as you grasp onto his arm for balance.

“keep fuckin’ doin’ that,” suddenly, he pins your arm behind your back, entwining your fingers to hold hands before grabbing your neck and squeezing just enough to blur your vision, breath shaky as you rock your body back to his. “fuck. fuck.”

you can tell he’s ready to pull out with the way his weight fluctuates from yours, and you bitch about it almost instantly, crying out a whiny ‘noo, cum in me’ before using your free hand to keep his thigh to yours. sasuke loses his balance, chest to your back and all of his weight suffocating you deliciously, balls deep while his balls seize up, flat to your ass and shooting his thick load into your womb.

“babyyyy,” sasuke moans in the crook of your neck, hiccuping as his waist continues to roll into you as you cum from being so full. clenching your walls making it a task to pull back. he’s pulsating wildly inside of you, groaning and smacking your ass once more before rolling the two of you on your sides so you can breathe.

“thank you,” he smiles drunkenly.

“happy birthday, sasuke.”

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lewkwoodnco · 3 months

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Ok would you consider writing more for George?? (shamelessly on an Ali kick atm if you couldn’t tell, this is @bobbys-not-that-small). If I was in the LnCo universe I think I’d be a librarian with little or no talent because I’m too jumpy and scared to be an agent. I’d wanna be a librarian who sometimes bends the rules for the agents who stay really late researching by bringing them a cup of tea or a snack 😊

After Hours - George Karim x Reader

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

a/n: asjfhfjlfh thank youuu to @bobbys-not-that-small for helping me get out of my writing slump!! this palate cleanser was exactly what I needed <3 decided to try smth new with the presentation of my fics wooooo but am having issues with the keep reading divider so this might be a little inconvenient to scroll past :( alsoooo may have gotten a little carried away here hehehe woops

warnings/tropes: snippy George (is there rlly any other kind tho) needs his biscuits, mild angst, happy ending, slight enemies to almost-lovers, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

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Lockwood was standing over the kettle in the kitchen, half-asleep. Lockwood & Co.’s latest case was a bit more complex than they were used to, which meant that George needed a few extra days to properly research it. That meant that his and Lucy’s sleep schedule had started to settle down into one that was more typical - one where Lockwood was struggling to stifle his yawns in the middle of the night.

He hears some sounds coming from the hallway, and registers them half a second later. He picks up the nearest weapon he can find, a whisk, and tries to call out to the intruder, but his throat is so dry it’s more of a wheeze. The kitchen door inches open, and Lockwood poises to attack, before he pauses and squints at the figure in the doorway.

“George?”

George walks in, putting down his bag and jacket on one of the dining table chairs. “Thought you’d be asleep, Locky.”

“What’s this, a midnight stroll?”

“Sure.”

Lockwood blinked at the kitchen clock blearily. “It’s a hour to dawn.” As George shuffles about the kitchen, fixing his own cup of tea, a thought flits through his sleep-addled brain. “Hang on.” He opens his eyes even further, taking in how fully dressed George is, and starts putting two and two together. “Don’t tell me you’ve only just returned from the Archives.”

“Your hand’s in the milk jug. Again.”

Lockwood glances down and swears. George slips out of the kitchen with Lockwood's tea and biscuit, and he's just awake enough to notice.

“Hey, hey, it’s not your turn on the biscuit roster!”

But George was too content to care much about that. He had finally gotten a satisfactory day's worth of research which quelled the buzzing in his brain, if only for a couple of hours. As he settled into bed, his thoughts wandered to the librarian from earlier.

He had been so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice anyone was standing over him until the sharp tap on his shoulder. When he did look up, he flinched terribly from the shock. In all fairness, she had been extremely apologetic.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that we're closing soon."

George slowly scanned the library, only just realising that the Archives had completely emptied. It was just the two of them and their voices echoing up to the high ceilings of the room. He half-formulated a response for a moment, but then realised this was his ideal situation, and turned back to his book.

There was another insistent tap on his shoulder and he glanced up to see a firmer set to the librarian's features.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough just now. We're closed."

"Okay," he murmured, still half-absorbed in his book. She sighed exasperatedly.

"Look, Mr. ..." she trailed off, and George stared back at her unhelpfully. She spied his name scrawled at the top of his notes, which he was too slow to shift out of sight. "...Karim."

"You're good at reading upside down."

"Thank you, it's one of my many talents. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I still have to ask you to leave."

"What if I said you were really good at reading upside down?"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Mr. Karim."

"Please, you don't need to address me by my surname." If the reddening of her face was any indication, he was right in guessing that he hadn't been able to snag his first name from the sheet.

"...I'm good, but not that good. My point, Mr. Karim, is that you have to leave."

He hummed noncommitally. She frowned. “Now you’re just being mean.”

George fought the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes.

“What can I say? You make it so easy.”

"I'll let you borrow an extra book."

"Hmm."

"Two extra books."

After that, they went around in circles for a while, before she stormed of. As the sun continued to set, she started switching off the lights. Even in the dark, he could feel her eyes burning into the back of his skull. He pulled out a few candles and lit them, just in time to illuminate her scowl as she irritatedly walked past him. She returned from her desk a moment later, her face stony.

"I'll ban you from the library if you don't leave right now."

"By all means." Her mouth shrivelled like she had just tasted something bitter, and he knew he had called her on her bluff.

"I'll revoke your borrowing privileges."

"Yes, because not letting me take books home is exactly how you'd get me to leave the library."

"I'll...I'll set the fantasy section visitor on you."

He didn't even look up from his book. "Give him my regards."

He paid dearly for his tongue-in-cheek a few minutes later, when he was smacked by a puff of icy mist, sudden enough to make him splutter with shock.

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

"You...liked that." She echoed him tonelessly.

He tried to muster up as much dignity as he could while feeling like his face was about to freeze off. "Mhm. Refreshing. Might go as far as to invite you to do it again."

She scoffed, slamming the spray bottle down in surrender.

"Fine. You win. But if you set anything on fire, so help me I will- hang on, I've got a lantern in here somewhere." With that, George watched her drift away distractedly, still mildly damp. He wondered how long he had to wait before asking for something to dry his glasses with.

For the next week, the librarian tolerated his odd hours, and George liked to think that she was coming around. She found out his first name from his library pass the next day, he found out how far he could push it with the late hours. Really, they were almost friends. He liked to think that especially after the night where he got hit in the face by something in a brown paper bag.

"Accidental pastry delivery," the librarian was saying, over the crinkle of the paper bag. "They wouldn't take it back and I've already stuffed myself the best I could."

George peered into the bag to see a deliciously flaky tart and a soft, powdered doughnut. He looked up to see her walking away, and was momentarily distracted by her odd shuffle. It took him a moment to realise she had a slight limp, as if she was carrying some dead weight. But when she returned, holding a tea tray and a viciously folded notebook, all thoughts about her limp flew out of his head. He wouldn't have thought to find such charmingly delicate fine china in a library, of all places.

"How much sugar do you take in your tea?" George blinked, still processing the pastries. She set a cup of tea in front of him, and he decided that it had just the right amount of sugar. She sat down opposite him and poured her own cup of tea, before scratching away at what he could now see was a crossword puzzle.

"Crosswords?"

She arched an eyebrow. "There's only so many books you can read in a day."

"Yes, but...crosswords?"

"You wouldn't believe how fun they are. For instance, right now I'm looking at a six-lettered word for 'nuisance.'"

That shut him up rather quickly. But over the next couple of nights, accident or otherwise, she always joined him for a cup of tea and a little treat once everyone else had cleared out.

And so a rhythm was established. On most nights, their limited conversation rarely strayed away from the tired topics that were which pastry he wanted, how late it was getting, and if he knew a five-letter word of only consonants for 'the immature form of an insect.' But he always wondered about her on the walk home, though he could never quite figure out how to ask. It was on a particularly uninteresting night that he got the answers to these half-formed questions.

He was doing his research, as usual, and she was sitting opposite him, pouring over a crossword puzzle, as usual, when he realised he needed a different volume. She barely stirred as he left the table, silently scratching away at the rough paper. Her stock still image lingered in his mind’s eye. There was something off about her today. She was a little more distracted than normal, and the abnormality unpleasantly reminded George of how little he knew about her. She was always just...there, hovering about, no matter how late it was. Didn't she have a family waiting up for her?

He returned to find her eyes fixed on his scribbled half-thoughts, as if intently deciphering his upside-down scrawls. She jerked back as he set the book down, eyes flitting nervously, almost guiltily.

"You took your time. Thought you got lost back there."

He opened his book with a deliberate slowness, as she fiddled with her pen. When he didn't respond, the forced cheeriness in her voice faded, as her eyes drifted back to his papers.

"Terribly exciting, isn't it? Being an agent."

"S'pose."

"I wanted to be one, when I was younger. Much younger."

The edge to her voice was subtle but unmistakable. He didn't like the way it grated unpleasantly against his ears.

"So how'd you end up here?"

"My talent never really blossomed. Good thing, too; I'd be all thumbs with a rapier anyway."

He frowned. "Hang on. How much can you see, exactly?"

"It's like...like a mist? Sometimes I miss them entirely."

"But you stay out so late past curfew."

"I know. I just try to walk home quickly enough. It's worked out so far."

George glanced at the flaky tart and the repulsively sugary, deep red jam glistening up at him, almost quivering in the flickering candlelight. His appetite was suddenly feeling a little funny.

"Nymph."

"Hm?"

"Five letters, no vowels. Nymph."

She glanced at her crossword, giving a small hum of approval. "So it is."

"But you already knew that."

"Did I?"

Her voice took on a mildly dispirited tone, but it was enough to signal her fading interest in the conversation. His prodding felt frustratingly futile - even now, there was so much of her shrouded in the shadows, shrouded in mystery. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, and he didn't like it. Suddenly, he wasn't sure how much he believed her, something she seemed to pick up on.

"Look, I'm too much of a live wire to be an agent. Can't we just leave it at that?"

"It’s getting late,” he said softly, and the words felt foreign on his tongue, for someone who never cared about the time. His voice sounded distant even to his own ears. But she had already returned to her crossword.

Days passed, and the awkward night was forgotten. They continued growing closer and getting more familiar with each other, if at a snail's pace. One night, she had used up the last teabag for George's tea and waved off his insisting that she have the tea, instead opting for a drink that looked suspiciously alcoholic.

As George expected, she was a little past tipsy by the time they were done, and he lingered behind worriedly as she fumbled to lock up. He walked with her a little further than he normally did, occasionally tipping her upright when she got too giggly.

"Where did you say you lived, again?" George tried to keep his tone nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't realise she never said it a first time. She vaguely pointed ahead, speaking thickly, but he couldn't quite decipher her slurred words. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed her face flush against his as she repeated herself, gesturing wildly with her other arm.

"Two blocks down, then a left, walk another block, then a right, and it's the third door on your right. 51 South Street. There's honeysuckle all over the door, you can't miss it."

She tilted her head sideways, lips brushing his cheekbone. He didn't dare to breathe.

"I can take it from here. Don't think I'll be forgetting this in the morning."

She let go of him as smoothly as she hap clasped herself to him, walking ahead briskly with only minimal stumbling.

"Night, Georgie!" Yes, she must be quite well past tipsy. He watched her till she turned the corner, and almost reluctantly turned to walk home himself.

"Where's Y/N?"

George didn't mean to be impolite, but when there was a different librarian handing him his day pass the following week, he didn’t know how else to respond.

“Miss L/N’s called in sick this morning. But I’d be happy to help you with any of your Archives needs.”

The Archives felt frustratingly foreign that day. He hadn’t realised how comforting her lingering had been, to feel rather than see her wandering through the aisles just feet from him. The Archives’ closing was enough to chase him out a few hours later.

He started on the beaten path back to 35 Portland Row, before pausing. He turned, looking at the roads behind him, softly lit up by the fading rays of the setting sun. She couldn’t live that far. Just a block, or maybe two, then…was it a right?

Haltingly, he walked forward, looking this way and that amongst the tall houses which were all beginning to look worryingly identical. But she was right. 51 South Street did stick out with the heavily perfumed buttercup-yellow honeysuckle framing the door. That, and the girl smoking on the front steps of the house.

She glanced up from the gravel she was staring at as he drew closer, staring at him with cloudy eyes until she finally seemed to register him.

“…George! You’re - what? Did something happen?”

“You tell me.”

She fiddled with the ends of her hair with her free hand distractedly. “Oh. I’m alright. My leg was feeling a little bad in the morning, so I called in sick.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Didn’t take you for a smoker.”

“I’m not. It just helps with the pain.”

“For now. For an hour. You know it’s only making it worse in the long run.”

She either coughed or laughed, he couldn’t tell. He watched her breath smoke like sighs, in silence.

"I used to be an agent. And I wasn’t half bad at it, either. But I tripped up, once…lost half the nerves in my left leg. After the ghost touch, my Sight-” she pressed a hand to her eyelids, trembling for something grieved. “My Sight…it was never the same again. I tried to stay on for a while, but it was so difficult, and so painful for everyone…so I left. I couldn’t do anything with my hip connected to this…dead weight.” She tapped her cigarette experimentally, ash snowing over her shoe. “I’m dead weight, Karim.”

He wanted to comfort her, but he was never the comforting type.

“You miss it.”

“I do. I love the Archives, but…I feel like I’m part of everyone’s life, except for my own. I don’t feel like my own person. I felt so…alive as an agent. Like I’d burst into flames at any minute, as if I had that much more life which the visitors didn’t have.”

George knew the type. He lived with the type.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad you didn’t. Burst into flames, I mean.”

She half smiled into the palm she was resting her chin on. “Aww, Georgie.”

George coughed awkwardly, starting to drift away now that she was clearly feeling better. He recognised that teasing look on her face a little too well. “Okay, you’re alright now.”

“Did you oh so miss me today?”

“That’s enough out of you.”

“Not getting fond of me, are you Georgie?”

The back of his neck flamed red. She was definitely alright now.

TAGLIST: @dangelnleif @elenianag080 @snoopyluver20 @ell0ra-br3kk3r @avdiobliss @mitskiswift99 @ahead-fullofdreams @mischivana @houseoftwistedspirits

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #fanfiction #george karim x reader #george x reader #george cubbins #george karim imagine #george karim x you #george karim

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shankschewtoy · 11 months

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Hi hi!

Alright, so I'm here to ask you politely for Noya and Tendou hcs/scenarios (whatever u want rlly) abt how they would react to their s/o moving to cuddle them closer in their sleep

Hehe

+ the s/o has a tight FUCKING GRIP and the boys literally can't break out from it in the mornin

Could add if Noya and Tendou do it too if ya wanna

Hope it's not much detail, rlly sorry if it is :[

Take care <3

a/n - error your requests are always the highlight of my days 💜💜😭

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o is taller than nishinoya 💀

Please let go of me

- Noya really wants to be the big spoon, but uh- you’re taller and it’s kind of weird that only about 2/3 of your body is being hugged 😭 soooo you’re the big spoon most of the time, and trust me, it’s just better this way 💜

- it’s morning, and you woke up nuzzling into his fluffy hair. You didn’t know what shampoo he used but damn you needed whatever it was because his hair was silky soft. Your arms were wrapped around him, cuddling him gently before you started to give him a hug.

- my poor guy woke up unable to breathe 💀 he was a bit confused as to why he was struggling to take a deep breath, and why he couldn’t move a muscle… “Y/n-?? I can’t- I can’t move babe.”

- …

- “hello-????”

- “bAbe. Can’t- can’t breathe!!!”

- he was trying his best not to hurt your arm as he tried to get your attention and wake you up. You were like half awake when this was happening so when you finally woke up, you managed to let go. “Morning noya :)”

- mans over here wheezing and coughing like he has stage four lung cancer, give him a little bit lmao.

- “Please don’t “morning” me- you almost squeezed me to death! I’m not a stuffed animal!!”

- “well- you’re the size of one. >:)”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- he tried picking you up but since you’re so tall?? Didn’t go so well. It’s not that he wasn’t strong enough, it’s just that his arms weren’t big enough to hold your legs, and your back at the same time. Sulked about it for around an hour with Tanaka laughing at him the next day.

- you can’t physically squeeze this noodly man to death lmao. He will literally slide out of your grip. Sooo he’s the one that squeezes you to death 😭 you’re peacefully sleeping, and all the sudden, you have to pee so fucking bad.

- right when you start to get up, he will literally pull you back and squeeze your stomach, making you almost punch him in the face. “Tendou I need to pee. So fucking bad please let go of me.”

- “I’m ok. You can suffer tho :)”

- “LET GO PLEASE.”

- you tried squirming but tendou was too tired to let you go. And also he needed cuddles right that second. What could he say? His needs were very important 💀 he finally let you go, and he found it absolutely HILARIOUS how fast you ran to the bathroom.

- “BAUAUSHUDHDUSHEUDHIDHDIDJF YOU RAN LIKE A FUCKING CHEETAH KDBISBSUDHIFBFFJ”

- “SHUT UP! YOURE THE ONE WHO NEEDS CUDDLES EVERY SECOND!”

- “you’re the one who always needs to pee right when I need cuddles.” this “argument” went on for hours but it ended with you two cuddling 😂 also with all this yelling, poor ushijima in the room next to yours was struggling to fall asleep.

a/n - I totally did not spend an hour figuring out how to format their banners for this 👀

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu tendou #tendo x reader #tendou headcanons #tendou hcs #tendou satori #satori tendō #satori tendou #satori tendo x reader #tendo satori #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x reader #noya x reader #haikyuu noya #haikyū!!

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goddess-of-green · 2 years

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𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚋𝚢 | 𝚗. 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚊

You think your bed is more comfortable than anything else. Komaeda thinks so too. Word count: 676 | creds to zakiko for the art!

enjoy this drabble until i talk myself into functioning again.

(wrote this on my phone early asf in the morning. i was rlly tired if you can’t tell.)

Warnings: GN!Reader

Tucking yourself into bed, you curled into the most comfortable position you could and adjusted your blankets.

Monokuma had been going completely off the rails lately and you were nothing if not exhausted by it. Each day on the island only felt longer and longer.

Despite your awful circumstances, you found it in yourself to be grateful you at least had a comfortable bed to sleep in at the end of it all. Soft sheets and a nice warm cottage just to yourself certainly helped you stay sane during the killing game.

Before your thoughts could go much further, you found your consciousness slipping and your thoughts trailing off as you fell asleep.

You weren’t sure how long had passed before you woke up again, but it felt like it had been at least a few hours.

As you came into awareness, you realized what had woken you up in the first place, and looked up groggily at the figure looming over you.

“-/N…Y/N…” Komaeda whispered, nudging you so gently it was a wonder you’d woken up at all.

Despite your coming to, you nearly flinched as Komaeda came into focus, and you looked him up and down.

His long green jacket was hanging at his elbows, hanging down long enough to cover his boxers, as it didn’t look like he was wearing pants, though his pale arms and collar bones were on full display due to this scoop neck tee.

His hair was even more of a mess than usual, (if that was possible) and he had a pillow tucked under his arm. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was there for.

Still, your brain was cloudy from just waking up, the only thing on your mind was continuing your rest, but you couldn’t very well just ignore him and go back to sleep. Especially considering he broke into your cottage.

“Ko…? Huh…?” You murmured, blinking up at him.

“Y/n…” He clutched the pillow tighter, an uncharacteristic look of nervousness crossing his face as he looked into your eyes. “I’m…so sorry to ask this of you…but...um…” He trailed off, seeming to have trouble saying it.

“You wanna sleep together?” You murmured, gazing at him with hazy eyes. You were still half-asleep.

Nodding, Komaeda looked to your face anxiously for a response.

This wasn’t the first time Komaeda had done something like this. You really should have expected it, but at the same time, he should have expected what your answer would be.

You scooted over as efficiently as you could with your mind still so fuzzy, stopping when there was a Komaeda-shaped space beside you in bed, and you patted it with a small smile, frankly tired of using your words.

Komaeda swallowed hard at the display, but made no move to deny it and quickly took the opportunity to get into bed with you.

He put his pillow beside yours and settled in with you, taking up the space you’d given him and more as he pressed himself close to you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his head on your chest, intent on listening to your heartbeat. It was slow, because of how tired you were, but he seemed to find the steady rhythm relaxing as his eyes drifted shut.

Half asleep, and much more comfortable with a warm boy cuddled up to you, you felt yourself start to drift off for a second time, and you stroked Komaeda's hair until you fell asleep, wanting him to doze off before you.

Tugging gently on the ends of his soft white hair proved to be relaxing for you too however, and you quickly found yourself falling asleep, arms coming to rest lovingly around Komaeda's shoulders.

You may have been stuck on an island of death and despair, but…you two were at home right there. Fit together like a puzzle piece.

#sdr2 x reader #super danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #dr x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #dr2 x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader

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italeean · 7 months

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Hello ^^ I’m honestly pretty late, but may I partake in the event?

Name— Suzuni or nickname of Suzu

Description— I enjoy writing stories (though I more often than not find myself daydreaming about what I could write instead lol) and artistic activities such as painting/art & ceramics. Ofc I suck at my hobbies 👍👍 (I think so anyway)

I like,, honestly I have no idea. Daydreaming/picturing scenarios in my mind? I do it rlly often lol, so ig I probably like it? As for dislikes, myself— And rudeness and arrogance lol

I try to surround myself with people who are both playful/teasy but also decently observant (Warning for mental illness mention— I have depression and consequently may make darker comments at times). I also tend to use a lighthearted and casual tone when talking about serious topics relating to myself (e.g., warning again here, self-death)

Oops that got long, sorry about that :’l

I’m a lee, and as for fandom, either Haikyuu! or My Hero Academia if that’s alright ^^

Relationship— romantic because why not lol

Preferably a male character

Anyhow, have a nice day/evening ^^

Hiiii!! Sorry for the inactivity... again 😅 istg this period is driving me bonkers but I'm also having lots of fun!! Anyway, thanks for participating, I hope you'll like who I matched you up with ❤️🍡 *hands you the usual dango to eat while you read*

🔮 So, for my event your pair is... SHINSOU

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

1. Sneaky, fairly smug and a little mysterious. Perfect ler material if you ask me 😌 2. I see him as a very caring and careful soul, who doesn't bond with everyone but holds extremely close the ones who manage to gain his trust 3. He would be able to understand if you need help or are struggling mentally, and he'd be there 24/7 for you 4. He could use his quirk to induce relaxation and/or make you fall asleep... obviously if you're comfortable with it and give your consent 5. He would totally get involved in your hobbies! I already see you two painting or doing ceramics together 6. You probably have made a "couple sculpture"... like a heart broken in half and each one of you keeps a half in their bedroom 7. He trained with Aizawa. He knows how to be silent. Expect surprise tickle attacks from any direction at any time~ 8. He'd be extremely happy to read your writings and give you a review about them!! He'd probably use tickling to convince you to let him read them hehe 9. Tickles whenever you say that you suck at what you do! He doesn't tolerate when someone talks badly about someone he loves (even when it's you talking badly about yourself) 10. He finds it extremely cute when you space out and daydream, so instead of interrupting you, he would cuddle up to you and hold you in his arms while you imagine any kind of scenario 11. He probably volunteers cat shelter, and sometimes you join him. Seeing how gentle he is with cats made you fall in love with him all over again. 12. When his insomnia hits hard, he comes to your room and you two end up hanging out together all night long. Or if you fall asleep, he just cuddles you and watches over you, as if he could keep bad dreams away.

🔮 Tickle scenario

Everyone liked weekends, but you surely had one more reason to enjoy them. Both you and Shinsou were free from school, which only meant one thing: date!

You always did something different: watching anime, making sculptures, painting, chatting, taking walks... one time you even tried to crochet, but he made a mess and got so grumpy that you decided to drop that activity.

That Saturday, you two decided to go at the cat shelter to do some volunteering. It was a really unusual date, but you loved spending time with each other and a ton of purring furballs. Also, the happy, adoring expression on Shinsou's face was so endearing...

The owners of the shelter were extremely nice with you, and they adored how you spent your free time on "volunteering dates". Obviously they made you work a little, but then they let you play with the kitties as much as you wanted! Actually, they let you play until it was closing time... or else you would've never gone back home.

"Hey baby I'm done with Kai, we can go home." Shinsou called for you after leaving a 5-month-old kitten to sleep, but he got no response. He saw you sitting on a chair, your back was facing him. "Baby didn't you hear me? We got-" "Shh!" You suddenly interrupted him.

He raised an eyebrow and approached you, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The new refugee of the cat shelter, who refused even to approach the sweet owners, was cuddled up on your lap and peacefully asleep. "Would you look at that..." the tall teenager smiled, "seems like this little rascal finally chose someone to trust." He was overjoyed to see that furball finally open up.

"Too bad that this human is already busy with someone else~" He reached out to grab the kitten and put him back in his sleeping pillow, but you swatted his hands away. "You're not ruining this moment..!" You whisper-yelled to not disturb the sleepy little angel, "It took me the whole day to get to this point, now we're staying here." You stated, more assertive than ever.

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your antics, "Oh really? Then it would be a shame if a sudden earthquake disrupted your peace~"

You didn't have time to ask him what he meant. A tingly feeling spread throughout your body, making you almost jump and throw away the poor kitten. "Shinsohohou!! Stahap ihihihihit!!" You did your best to keep your legs still and not wake the little furball, but at the same time you desperately tried to swat Shinsou's hands away from your sides.

"But I'm doing nothing, honey... it's just the earthquake." He mused, close enough to your ear to make it tickle, and then blew a raspberry on your neck for good measure. He had to admit, he was a little surprised by how much you were resisting the impulse to squirm away. In other circumstances, you would've already jumped away and hidden somewhere, maybe curled up in a ball.

"Wow, not so squirmy now that you have the little rascal on your lap, huh?" He asked as his fingers played with both sides of your ribcage as if it was a piano, "I think we should name him Giggles... a fitting name related to a wonderful memory like this one..." He thought out loud with the clear intent to tease.

However, the fun had to come to an end. The owners were closing up and you two had to go back to school. He chuckled evilly and without wasting time, he drilled softly under your arms. This time, you couldn't hold back the squeal, which woke up the cat.

"Ah... you're finally awake, Giggles. Did you have a nice rest on my girlfriend's lap?" The violet-haired guy slowly approached the cat, "Now it's time to go to your actual bed, though. But we'll be back soon, alright?" He picked up the little one and laid him on his sleeping pillow and waited for him to fall asleep, then he looked at you and helped you up.

"Come on, say goodbye to giggles and get ready to go, or else I'll let you alone in Aizawa's clutches if we arrive late to UA." He told you with a smug grin on his face. You quickly got ready, not wanting to be scolded by the strict teacher, said goodbye to the owners and got on your way with your boyfriend.

"So... did you have fun on this date, Giggles 2?" Shinsou asked, laughing at how red your face turned, which made you smack his arm in utter embarrassment.

"Shut up..."

#350/400 followers event #tickle matchup event #my hero academia tickle #boku no hero academia tickle #mha tickle #bnha tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!shinsou

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sanderchu · 2 years

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HEY BAE

how abt a fic where sapnap is rlly tired and just wants to be with the reader but they are streaming (the reader is a streamer) and sapnap is tryna get the readers attention?

Sleepy but needy

Note: YES TYSM I GOT YOU 😭

Reader: gender neutral reader

It was late and you decided to stream. You were just chatting with your fans and having your laughs here and there. You were in the room next to from sapnap. You, dream, and sapnap all lived together but you were dating sapnap. Lately sapnap hasn’t really been getting attention from you. He’s not the person to look for attention but from you he wishes all your attention was for him and him only.

When he heard you laughing and talking in the other room he felt a bit jealous but he brushed it off and just labeled it as being exhausted and just wanting to embrace you. No matter what though he just couldn’t fall asleep without you so with the little energy he had left he got up from his bed and made his way to your streaming room aka your bedroom but you don’t really use it because your mainly sleeping with sapnap half the time.

He knocked on the door at first but heard no response from you and just heard you still talking to chat. He decided to just walk in and that made you notice him. He immediately walked up to you and stood next to you with a tired look. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” Sapnap shook his head as he held out his arms. “But I’m streaming-“ just like that sapnap waved to chat with a very low and mumbled bye and ended stream. “Problem solved” he mumbled as you sighed at his behavior and got up to hug him.

He then just grabbed your hand before letting go of you and started to walk to his room with you. You just smiled at his behavior since you never really saw him like this until now. A tired clingy sapnap, it was an interesting sight yet soothing in some way. When he finally got you into his room he laid on the bed with his arms open. With hesitation you immediately went into his arms as he moved his hands to your waist.

He hid in your hair as it carved his face but he didn’t seem to mind. “I love you..” he mumbled on the verge of falling asleep, “I love you too sap” he soon fell asleep before you but not you so far behind.

#dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap #dsmp scenario #scenario #mcyt imagine

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neekoo · 2 years

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i only want to be with you , hiyori tomoe

♡ — note ; sorry i’m ngl i don’t rlly like this.. this is kidn of bad and dramatic… a bit ooc i think :3 and sorry if there’s mistakes btw i was half asleep when i wrote this

warnings ; fluff to slight angst(?) if u squint, fake relationship

you remember the first time when hiyori asked you for a favour, a favour you never expected.

it’s been days, weeks, months ever since you started to “date” hiyori

but why you? was a burning question that never got answered. you weren’t the most beloved neither were you notorious, you and hiyori were polar opposites. he is bright, fun, warm as if he was a sun. in contrast you were quiet, reserved, kept to yourself.

ever since you needed to keep up with the act of dating hiyori has been hell and also amusing, “hell” being that hiyori almost always brings you to shopping sprees. hours and hours of walking all over the mall felt like years and years of aimlessly going in circles, even worse you have to carry his many bags of purchased items that could be stuffed with every single item in each and every store. at that point your legs were literally killing you, all you could think about was until you got home to finally rest.

“fake dating hiyori is quite burdensome…” you thought to yourself, you were almost at your limit when hiyori told you,

“let’s go to oneeee more store! i promise there will be something amazing just for you!”

you heaved out a sigh, you felt like a parent following your child as he explores every crook and crevice of the mall. if you looked more closely you swore you could see a bright sun and clouds floating above hiyori’s head while you had dull rainy clouds, funnily enough almost matching the impressions of both of you. you continued to sulk as you followed hiyori’s lead, going inside a small shop filled with tiny charms, jewellery and keychains. you were in your own world as hiyori suddenly came up to you holding two keychains, one black cat and one white cat. he started to gently shake it as light bell sounds started to chime from the bell collars both keychains had.

“let’s get these, they’re matching” he brightly told you while grinning ear to ear.

it was the very first times your feelings started to blossom, he was cute in a sense. despite being all gloomy minutes ago. you nodded at him, the more you imaged his grin getting engraved in your mind, the more you start to curl your lips slighty, his grin being contagious.

after purchasing the keychains, it was the end of the day already. the sun was setting slowly and before you were going to pass hiyori all his bags he took the keychains and showed it to you.

“which one do you want?” he asked.

you took a few seconds hesitating and randomly picking one, which just so happens to be the black cat. you saw hiyori eyes light up a little, like how a birthday candle would start flickering with tiny flames, then blowing off. he suddenly took the millions of shopping bags from you and before he made his departure,

“i wanted you to choose the black one” he cheekily said as turned to face you, meters away from you before he scurried away. you took a few seconds to process,

“what was that?” you said to yourself, in astonishment.

you started to hold in a chuckle, you cannot help but start to laugh more. maybe being with hiyori was not so bad.

when you got back home and showered and changed. keeping and organising everything, you saw the keychain. you held onto it, remembering the small but significant interaction you had, it stuck to you because it made your day, it felt special, you felt hiyori did not just choose it out of the blue and it was carefully and personally picked. you found yourself smiling at the keychain and stopped out of embarrassment, remembering that it’s just fake dating, maybe you should not let yourself dive in too deep. you quickly attached the keychain to your school bag and went to bed straight away. you didn’t need to think about something that brought you a wave of emotions instantly.

but even when you were trying to distract and block out your thoughts, you could not stop thinking about him just because a short sentence he said and a keychain he gave.

the next day when you were walking to school alone, enjoying the peace and quiet until you heard footsteps running behind you, much to your dismay (or pleasure) hiyori caught up to you, greeting you and trying to make small talk with you. you noticed the keychain he bought yesterday, attached to his bag, around the same place as you attached it too. you started to feel warm but ignored it and reminding yourself “it’s not real”.

“why are you suddenly all so clingy now, aren’t we faking our relationship?” you asked trying to sound firm but you made it sound more timid.

“aw why are you suddenly so cold now? don’t think i never noticed how your eyes widened when i showed you the keychains!”

you didn’t even notice you reacted so evidently when hiyori showed you the keychains, how observant isn’t he?

you ignored his response and mumbled under your breath “you’re funny”

although you never expected this to happen, you started to enjoy being around hiyori and allowed yourself to get closer to him. but you made sure to keep reminding yourself that you guys are fake dating not in a relationship, the most that will happen is being close friends you thought, just to help shield away from actually letting your feelings feed into your daydreams.

“why did you want me to choose the black cat for our keychains?” you suddenly asked hiyori when you were hanging out with him in a cafe.

he stopped for a second and then looked at you “because you remind me of a black cat (name).” he cheerfully said patting your head. you started to feel bashful and looked away as he kept going on and on about his claim, making you feel even more embarrassed.

which was one of the many reason you started to fall harder and harder for him. you liked his company, it felt comforting.

it’s been months since you both have been keeping up the fake relationship, you felt like both of your relationships were flourishing until something happened.

hiyori asked you to meet him at an area, a quiet street, the environment was serene, trees decorated with white jasmine flowers, rose bushes around you were present, it made it more pleasant, no one was around, only you and hiyori.

you saw him waiting near one of the trees and you ran up to him, curious to what was going to happen.

he started to speak, he looked more glum than happy which concerned you a bit. “i’ve been needing to tell you this but i haven’t found the right time, but i think now is the right timing.”

you hold your breath as you predicted what was going to happen.

“since we’ve been holding a fake relationship for months…”

you exactly knew it was about this relationship going on, you cannot help but feel a little heartbroken, you were overthinking things.

“i have to leave the city, for a few reasons regarding to my family”

there was a long silence before he continued,

“we’ve spent a lot of time together and you’re really fun to be around but i think we should end the relationship, i don’t know if you want it to be an actual relationship which i want but i’m not sure if you feel the same,” he started to babble and all you picked up was “end the relationship” and “want an actual relationship”. you stay rooted to the ground eyes widening in surprise and he continued to speak, suddenly stopping and then saying “i’m sorry for giving trouble by asking to fake relationships, you can leave if you want. i know you probably don’t like me” both of you were standing in front of each other, seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours when you were with hiyori, you were still in your train of thoughts he was starting walk away consumed by his own sadness.

the sun started to set as the sky oddly turned to a pinkish red hue, the colour tinted onto hiyori. it was then you were snapped back to reality and before he was out your reach you held onto the sleeve of his shirt, bringing you closer to him

“but i only want to be with you…”

you stared down at your feet starting to feel more timid as you softly whisper.

#꒰ 🐾 ﹒ chalice ˎˊ˗#hiyori tomoe x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #hiyori tomoe #HELP KMAGINE HIYORI RUNNING AWAY WITH A TON OF SHOPPING BAGS #i need to eat hiyori #i have to sotp making stories inspired by song titles

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creaturefeaster · 1 year

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Sorry I’m gonna reference a rlly old post here, but what’s going on in the I created a monster Ching animation. Is that Debbie in it?

Sharing the video referenced for those who don't know about it.

Anyway yeah that's Debbie, though the framing is kind of bluh, I'd like to go back and redo that some time. I'd also like to go back and edit the outdoors parts, because the landscape in the bg is not accurate to where he's supposed to be.

Debbie is not wearing her horns or her iconic dragon hoodie because she is meant to be asleep, awoken by a looming host Ching who has a habit of hanging around while people sleep, and generally being a silent observer in many situations. Debbie is, naturally, creeped out by this. But, she'd need to rationalize it because: mimes are weird, they don't always get the social etiquette & normalities of the living.

Ching turns off the light and leaves her to sleep, and walks away, catches himself in the mirror, and briefly remarks on the host that he wears. He, as stated before, loves his host. So whatever is going through his mind in that moment, he's clearly enjoying it.

In the latter half, he is resting against the wall of a house outside. Because his host is a plant person, his energy diminishes easily in the night, so he rests outside in wait for the sun to bring him energy and wake him up. Or, he could have been up to non-host related things in the night, idk. That's not really relevant to the animation though.

Really the whole animation is just him being a weird little creep. Host Ching is like that. Sometimes he's really silly and goofy, sometimes he's a bit uptight and punctual, sometimes he's a lot more quiet, slow, brooding. The shifts in personality just come from the conflict between his true self and the host.

#i love working with host ching #it always feels like he controls the writing #I'll start out with something in mind and by the end he's got me to an entirely different conclusion #but I'm never disappointed with it #i love when characters carry you in writing #brambleramble

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 33

anon - how about baby scarab sees another hallucination of harrow and ammit while talking with the boys

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anon - Hi and hello!

I don't really know how to do an ask BUT here we are. also, English isn't my first language so i hope my ask would make sense to you by any means.. AANNDD to the important thing!

First, you did an incredible job writing baby scarab series. Thank you so much for your hard work!

About the ask: if you're comfortable, here it is!

( y/n have a nightmare about being stuck in an Asylum -same Asylum that the boy's was running from- with a reputation for being a troublemaker. things get a bit too much as Her father being also one of the patients, and the boy's being in charge. The real nightmare starts when she try to communicate to any one of the three hard-working boys, and her father.)

Do your magic ✨️

The artwork that made me type all this crap "the art is not mine, Credits to the owner" : https://pin.it/7FPKFfh

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anon - Idk silly idea I love

So imagine reader has a shit day right and the boys are doing moon knight stuff and they get a text from their phone like come to the roof nerd and it’s big bro Spider-Man!!

Just imagine him playing some fun music and dancing with the reader on the roof

Me and my friend did this once, we both were in rlly bad states of depression and we ended up blasting music and he and I danced to stupid songs in the rain

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A/N : so theres a lot to unload

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave a request, i love reading them :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

playlist

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, confusion, needles, night terrors, peter being peter, casper being casper, drugs, violence. let me know if i missed anything

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it’s been a week since you’ve been back in your own body, and you’ve hit the living shit out of khonshu- but it’s been a calm week.

you’d explained to casper that you weren’t in the right state of mind and he understood, things going back to normal after that.

well, as normal as it gets around here.

here being trying to french braid jakes hair while he complains about you pulling too hard.

“cariño mio- must you tug so hard?” jake asks you and you hum.

“yes. i must” you answer, almost finishing the braid that goes right down the center of his head, the sides still being down since that hair isn’t long enough.

“are you almost done?” he complains and you scoff.

“yes. and it wouldn’t take so long if you didn’t have crusty old man hair” you respond, taking a hair tie off your wrist to secure the braid.

“now you’re done, you baby” you jump over the edge of the couch to sit next to jake, who looked to you.

“does it look good?”

“mhmm” you assure him and he nods.

“now do khonshus” he suggests and you chuckle.

“he doesn’t have hair”

“get him a wig”

“i spend too much money on marshmallows so no, i’m not buying him any more shit”

jake laughs at your response, and sighs after. “you spoil him too much, princesa” he tells you and you nod.

“i can’t help it” you shrug.

“isn’t it your bedtime?” marc asks sarcastically and you glare at him.

“no” you deny it, and shakes your head, unable to keep back a yawn as if on cue.

“no?” marc says rhetorically.

“okay- fine” you get up off the couch with your hands up, heading to the bathroom to change and take your medicine.

once you do so, you come out and find that steven was now fronting, and sitting on the bed.

you were at his place after all, you practically live there more than half the time now.

“come on, i’ll stay until you fall asleep, but we’ll probably gone still when you wake up” he says sadly and you form a pout on your face.

“don’t give me that look, it just makes this harder” steven informs you as you sit down on his bed.

“when do you think you’ll be back?” you question, and steven hums.

“marc said a little before lunch- and we’ll pick you up something to make up for it” he answers quickly and you chuckle.

“you better” you tell him playfully and he ruffles your hair before pushing you down.

“okay, sleep now so we can get going” you hear marc’s voice.

you groan and turn your body so that you’re head is on the pillow, steven pulling up one of the small blankets to cover you.

“i promise we’ll be back before you know it” steven tells you, kissing the side of your head before standing up and backing away.

“please be safe guys” you say in a louder voice, to make sure all three of them heard you.

and they did, all of them giving you verbal agreement that they’d be safe.

“now close your eyes, it’s almost midnight” marc tells you, and you scoff, burying your face in the pillow.

“bye guys, love you”

the three of them all responded with, “love you too, kid”, “yo tambien te amo, buenas noches”, and “night, love” before leaving, while you let out a breath and try to go to sleep.

you knew they’d be okay, they were capable of beating the worst villains out there- plus with layla who is a total badass.

speaking of layla, you put a mental reminder in your head to call her tomorrow.

and after that, you fell right asleep. peacefully.

or so you thought.

~~~

your brain feels like it’s buzzing- the noise being unbearable.

you can’t feel anything, and your eyes refuse to open.

“..miss y/n?” you hear a familiar voice, but it’s muffled since your ears also feel like someone shoved a ton of cotton balls in them.

you finally regain feeling in everything, and slowly blink open your eyes, instantly noticing the bright lights and white colored walls surrounding you.

you panic as your breathing quickens, looking around the unfamiliar room.

“miss y/n?” you hear the voice again, all too clear.

you flinch at the sudden sound and look back forwards, clutching onto the arms of the chair you were in.

“steven?!” you exclaim, launching yourself out of your chair just to fall forwards onto the desk, steven putting down the clipboard he was holding and coming around to help you back into the chair.

he puts an arm around your back and one of his hands holding yours, leading you to sit back down.

“careful, the sedative we gave you is quite strong” he advises, leaning on the desk in front of you, hands clasped in front of him while you blink rapidly.

“sedative..?” you trail off, noticing the strange outfit steven was wearing- khakis and a white collared shirt under a brown sweater vest.

along with his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“yes, you had another outburst” he starts, your breathing quickening again.

“you almost managed to leave this time, but don’t worry, you’re safe now” you get the feeling he was trying to be comforting, but instead it sent a chill down your spine.

“where are we? what the hell is going on?” you ask shakily, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“that’s a silly question.” steven chuckles. “you’re home” he shrugs with a crooked smile.

you shake your head slowly, gripping the armrests again and gritting your teeth.

“this isn’t home- i don’t know where i am!“ you exclaim, steven tensing in the slightest.

“i want to go back to your flat! the one in london! we- you- i- i live in an apartment in london. that’s my home” you say sternly.

steven hums and adjusts his glasses before speaking again. “no, y/n. this is your home and it has been for a while” he starts.

“you’re in the putnam medical facility here in chicago illinois” he explains and you shake your head.

“when i fell asleep i was in your flat. in london” you grit out, glaring at steven who looks at you with pity filled eyes.

“when you fell asleep, it was after you disarmed two of the nurses here” he starts again, you scoffing. “we had to sedate you again, and for that i apologize” he puts a hand to his heart, talking slowly.

“no” you mutter. “this isn’t real- steven whatever joke you’re playing- it isn’t funny. please stop” you shake your head, squeezing your eyes closed as you try to take steady breaths.

you hear steven let out a breath. “i can assure you that this is real, i’m your doctor, y/n” you look up from your seat.

“and you are my patient, it’s my job to take care of you” he says slowly which has you shaking your head again.

“no no no” you chant over and over again, building up all the strength in your body to try and get out of the chair.

steven straightens himself, ready to help you in case you fall over again.

“you’re.. you’re lying. this is a sick joke” you try to convince yourself.

“y/n.. please sit back down, we can talk-“

“i don’t want to talk!” you snap, pointing a finger in stevens face. “i want to go home- to MY home in LONDON” you exclaim.

“you hear me?! LONDON!” you yell in his face, making him put a hand to your shoulder just to have you push it away.

“please calm down, remember the breathing exercises we practiced last week?” he asks, and you scoff.

“no. and you know why? because i was at home last week- with you.. and marc… and jake.. i..” you trial off.

“wait- marc and jake, where a they?” you look around at the windows reflections, noticing that they are the same as the actual person in front of you.

it reminds you of when you first met jake.

“they are on sabbatical at the moment, but don’t worry you’ll see them again” steven waves you off, moving closer to you as you take stuttered steps back.

“where..”

“oh! they’re in the headspace, they don’t like interacting outside the body” he nods to himself.

this was the exact opposite of what they liked.

marc and jake- and even steven didn’t mind talking when they weren’t in the body.

your mind was swarming in confusion- this all felt so real yet you keep trying to convince yourself it’s a dream.

“yes they do” you start, making steven give you a confused face. “they talk to me all the time”

steven just chuckles, and your face pales as he brings an orange bottle out of his pocket.

“i think it’s time to take your medication” he reaches a hand out towards you, the other still holding the pill bottle.

“no” you back away a little faster, steven slowly taking steps towards you.

“that wasn’t a question” he says in a sickly sweet tone, making a tear roll down your cheek.

this wasn’t your steven.

this wasn’t your steven at all.

you eventually run into the locked door, turning around quickly to bang on it as hard as you can while trying to open it.

“LET ME OUT! SOMEBODY PLEASE-“ you choke on your own words, feeling more tears form.

“you’ll feel better after you take your medicine, y/n” steven says, reaching you and slowly reaching out to grab your hand, you trying to sink away from him even though you’re backed up against the door.

“no- please” you feel your hands shake, one of them being grasped by stevens.

“you have to, it makes you feel better” he tries to reason with you. “i’ve noticed when you don’t take it, you can be quite the trouble maker” he tries to joke with you, slowly pulling your sluggish body away from the door by your hand.

you look back towards the door, wishing you could’ve figured out a way to open it, and by the time you look away from it you’re already back in the chair.

you keep a heavy glare trained on steven as he dumps two pills into his hand, and putting them into yours while handing you a glass of water.

“go on, take the-“ stevens cut off by you shooting up in the chair, throwing the pills to the ground and smashing the glass cup to the ground as well, water flying everywhere.

steven flinched, backing away and pressing a button under the desk.

“i’m not taking any damn pills- let me leave” you say darkly, steven giving you a look of guilt.

“you’ve never acted like this before- sure you’ve had outbursts but-“

“but what? this is all a dream” you shake your head, steven tilting his head at you.

“when i wake up i’ll be back home” you laugh to yourself uneasily, making steven try his best not to back away.

“so you know what? fuck you- and fuck all of this” you end it darkly, two figures barging into the room, one with a needle.

your face drops at the sight, and flashes of the man that took your blood plague your mind for a moment- making you back away slowly.

“wait you didn’t say anything about a needle-“ you turn to steven angrily.

“what did you think we meant by sedative?” he asks calmly and you panic when the two people come closer.

you suddenly feel the adrenaline fade- making you tired and not able to make a run for the open door.

“no- wait wait wait- please not the needle!” you plead with the two nurses, both of them looking to each other for a moment before coming closer, easily holding you still as you feel a prick in the back of your neck.

“wait- steven..” you trail off, feeling your eyelids become heavy again, steven waving to you as you fall to the floor unconscious.

~~~

you woke up panting, a cold sweat running down you neck while you rub your eyes.

you take a few calming breaths before you look down and see that you’re in a bed you don’t recognize.

you shoot up in the bed, throwing the white covers off of you to shove yourself in a corner of the all white room.

staring at the door, you feel your throat tighten and your eyes water, just letting tears freely flow down your cheeks.

what was going on..?

you wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

but it felt like this nightmare was a reality.

you had no idea at this point, you just felt like those doctors probably pumped you full of drugs.

you slowly blink and you quietly sob into one of your hands, the other picking at the white long sleeve shirt you had on.

you had your knees to your chest, the white of everything becoming too overwhelming.

you wanted to just snap out of whatever this was and find yourself back in steven, marc, and jakes bed.

the dark academia vibes consuming you- the smell of the books and the hum of the lights in gus’ tank.

you missed it.

you missed home.

you’re broken from your thought when the door unlocks and clicks open, and you immediately notice marc’s posture by the way he walked in and calmly sat on the messed up bed after locking the door behind him.

he let you stare at him before he spoke, letting your tears calm and your breathing to become not so rapid.

“how are you feeling?” he asks, him wearing something different to steven- that being just dark pants and a dark blue button up.

you don’t answer him, you just keep staring.

marc sighs and you flinch, making him tilt his head at you. “i’m not here to hurt you. nobody is” he says in a calm voice.

“then how come i feel like i was just hit with a bus?” you ask sarcastically in a raspy voice.

marc hums and runs a hand through his hair. “it was for your own good” he informs you and you scoff.

“my own good..?” you echo back and he nods.

“maybe seeing your father would put you back in the right mindset?” he suggest and you look at him wide eyed.

“he’s dead.. and even if he was alive i wouldn’t want to see him” you try to tell marc but he just chuckles.

“this just be the drugs talking, you love seeing him” he gets up from his spot and offers a hand to you.

when you don’t take it, marc just takes it upon him to lift you up and basically carry you outside the room.

you just let him, you could barely move.

when you first woke up it was another adrenaline rush, and just moving to the corner of the room had tired you out.

marc set you down in a wheelchair, and you limply sit in it as he pushes you through a set of doors to a huge open room- one man sitting calmly on a couch sipping tea.

you recognized him instantly.

it was arthur harrow.

you squirm in your seat as much as you can, pushing yourself into it as marc pushes you closer to your ‘father’.

“is she alright?” harrow asks marc, and he smiles in return while nodding, stopping pushing you when you’re right in front of harrow.

“i’ll give you two some time” marc says quietly, leaving the room while you stare ahead in fear.

“y/n?” harrow says quietly, making you dart your eyes to him specifically.

“why am i here..?” you murmur to yourself.

“you don’t remember?” harrow asks you genuinely and you make a face.

“remember what?” you ask in return, wanting to know what his answer would be.

“your friend.. what was his name..” he starts. “ah! casper! that’s it, he and his mom dropped you off here to get you help” he says and you scoff.

“..why would he do that?” you ask hesitantly.

harrow looks down then back up at you. “because of your schizophrenia, dear” he informs you and you shake your head.

“don’t call me that. you’re not my father” you shake your head and feel your eye twitch.

“he wouldn’t do that- he said i wasn’t crazy” you start ranting. “he said- he said he didn’t think i was crazy- why would he bring me here?” your breathing quickens again and harrow puts and hand up to try and calm you down.

“i need to get out of here” you whisper to yourself, harrows eyes widening at that.

“but this is your home-“

“THIS IS NOT MY HOME!” you yell at him, forcing yourself out of the wheelchair to make your way to the window leading to outside, harrow leaving the room.

you make it to the window and start punching it as hard as you can, the glass cracking under the pressure while your knuckles get cut up and bleed.

you didn’t care about the stinging pain though, all you cared about was getting out of there.

one last punch and the glass shatters, and you cover your face with your arms until it stops falling.

you smile to yourself for a split second before climbing out, again not caring about any new injuries you could’ve gotten.

you limp behind some bushes outside when you hear people rush into the room you were just in.

so you put a hand to your mouth to keep your breathing quiet as they all look out the window for you.

you close your eyes and pray that they can’t see you behind the bushes, and when you hear them go back inside you let out a quiet breath of relief, sinking to the ground in exhaustion.

the relief doesn’t last long when you open your eyes again though.

you came face to face with none other than jake lockley.

standing in front of you, looking down at you with a stern look on his face.

he had an outfit change as well, now in a full black tux with a leather jacket over it.

and don’t forget the matching hat.

“are you lost, querida?” he asks and you back yourself up into the bushes, getting dust and dirt all over your white clothes.

jake clicks his tongue and crouches down in front of you, making sure to keep a tight grip on your ankle to keep you from moving further away.

he tilts his head at you and scoffs. “i thought you were smarter than this” he murmurs, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

you didn’t have the energy to try and fight him, you only had the energy to lightly hit his back with shaky hands as you cried for him to let you go.

and another pinch in the back of the neck later, you were out again.

~~~

this time you woke up restrained.

in a new room, new clothes, and the restraints being a straight jacket wrapped tightly around you.

you looked around you properly and saw that you were in a padded room, with only a small section of what you assumed was a see through mirror.

they were probably looking at you from the other side, thinking you were too dumb to realize.

you tried to get your arms free, which was useless because you could barely move them an inch, not even able to stand up either.

you throw your head back against the soft wall, until you hear the door click.

inside came marc- back in the clothes he had on earlier- and layla, in a doctors outfit. a stethoscope around her neck and several pens in her white coats pocket.

marc locks the door again, both of them moving to stand in front of you, while you look up at them with fear and confusion.

“you’ve never acted like this before. has something happened?” layla asks in a slightly higher pitched voice than you remember.

“…i..is this real..?” you hesitated in asking, fearing the answer.

“why of course it is” layla tells you and you nod to yourself, looking down and taking deep breaths.

you shove your face into your knees, them being brought up to your chest.

“i knew i’d end up in here” you mutter to yourself.

“i forget to take my medication once and now.. now i’m officially crazy” you say to yourself, blocking out everything around you.

you then start to hear music, the song blitzkrieg bop, but very muffled.

you head shoots up, seeing layla and marc no where, and you stare forward, wondering what could be going on.

“what now..?” you whisper to yourself, closing your eyes and trying to block out the noise.

the music gets louder and louder while it throbs in your head, making you grit your teeth and let out a pained groan.

it continues until you feel like your head is about to split open- and that’s when the miracle happens.

~~~

you shoot up again- blitzkrieg bop playing faintly from your phone, which was on stevens nightstand beside you.

wait.

stevens nightstand.

your phone.

you look around on surprise, finally seeing the flat as tears rush to your eyes again.

this time, the tears being real.

“oh my god..” you murmur to yourself, grabbing the pillow you were laying on and shoving your face into it, breathing in the familiar scent of your boys.

you missed them way more than usual now, wanting to make sure this wasn’t another part of that all too realistic nightmare.

the song- which you now registered as the ringtone you had set for peter- stopped then played again, signaling that he was calling you for a second time.

that you know of.

you pick up your phone, seeing that it was 3 in the morning, only being almost 4 hours since your boys left.

seeing peters name pop up again made you worry.

was he in trouble? did he need your help?

you answer the call and put the phone to your ear to hear a relieved sigh.

“i’m so so sorry did i wake you up? i shouldn’t have kept calling” you listen to peter apologize with a smile on your face as you stare around the apartment, overly joyed to be home.

“peter”

“..yeah?”

“you didn’t wake me up, you’re fine” you say quietly, scared your voice might break.

“oh uhh.. are you sure?”

“mhmm” you start, still scanning around the room while speaking. “why are you calling me?”

“i’m on the roof”

“what?”

“my spidey senses were going crazy- and they stopped when i got on the roof so i thought it would have something to do with you” he explains and you furrow your brows.

his senses were going off because they somehow knew you needed to be woken up from that.. very realistic nightmare?

hm.

thank god for peter parker.

“..i can sense your sadness” peter starts. “come up here” he hangs up.

you scoff and take one last good look around the apartment, seeing gus happily float around in his tank before leaving out the window.

once you get to the roof, peter was playing some calming music off his phone and waiting for you, leaning on one of the vents.

“are you alright?” he asks you and you nod, him obviously noticing your shaken up form.

“..it was a nightmare” he states and you freeze. “wasn’t it?”

another slow nod, and you look down until peter comes over and takes your hands in his.

“don’t let it freak you out too much, it’s not real” he tells you softly and you nod again, already tearing up.

“oh, y/n” he says and pulls you into a light hug, letting you silently cry into his shoulder while lightly swaying to the calm music.

your tears stopped and you still found yourself swaying back and forth with peter, him having both his arms around your back.

“better?” he asks and you nod into his shoulder.

“good” he starts. “just.. if you ever need to talk.. just remember that your big bro spider-man is always here to help” he says and you snort.

“hey- don’t laugh at me” peter ends up chuckling as well, and you break the swaying hug to try and attempt to spin him, which resulted in him almost falling over while both of you share a laugh.

you two are terrible dancers. but that didn’t stop you from dancing for about a half hour until you got tired again.

“would you want to meet here again tomorrow? for spidey stuff?” peter asks while helping you back into the apartments window.

“of course, who would pass up training with their big bro, spider-man?” you ask sarcastically and you see peters cheeks flush.

you chuckle and pat his shoulder. “yeah, i’ll be there” you say and he smiles at you.

“see you then” he nods, jumping back onto the roof to get his stuff.

you closed and locked the window, and once you look around you get scared to go back to sleep.

even though you knew it was a dream, it felt so real. it really felt like everyone just abandoned you.

you really thought you were crazy.

you were tired though, so you couldn’t help it when you hugged the pillow to your chest when you eventually lay down, falling asleep again.

this time, peaceful and dreamless.

~~~

when you woke again it was calm.

and you were beyond relieved that you found yourself in the flat where you fell asleep.

no more white walls, and no more creepy vibes coming from here.

just silence, and you loved it.

you look down at yourself after throwing the blanket off you, seeing that you’re indeed still in your darker clothes you went to sleep in.

you were debating on telling the guys about your vividly realistic nightmare, pros and cons coming with it.

they could think you’re making it up, and that you’re actually crazy and throw you in the loony bin.

or they’d comfort you and try to make your day better.

you knew they wouldn’t think you’re crazy but the thought always passes through your mind.

one thing did cross your mind though. was harrow trying to communicate with you through your dreams?

you wouldn’t put it past him, and he did talk to you out of a sacrificial corpse.

someone must have found a way to let him contact you without actually coming into contact with you.

he still had plenty of followers around the globe, maybe they were helping his spirit get to you.

well, whatever he wanted to say he didn’t say it. he wanted you to stay trapped in the nightmare to make you believe that it was reality.

he wanted to get on your hood side so that when you woke up you’d carry on his legacy.

bring real justice unlike whatever khonshu was doing.

you shook your head and took in a breath, picking up your phone to check the time.

it was only 7 in the morning, so you still had a while before your boys got back.

you sigh and as if on cue, casper’s name lights up on your phone, signaling that he was calling you.

you furrow your brows and answer it on speaker, curious as to why he was calling you so early in the morning.

“y/n!” he yells into the phone making you snort.

“yes?”

“you’ll never guess what i just found outside my house!” he exclaims again and you get curious.

“what is it?” you start. “and calm down” you add on and casper hums in acknowledgment.

“i found kittens!” he whisper shouts into the phone, making you gasp.

“ohmigosh how many?” you ask, sitting up against the headboard, phone resting in your lap.

“only two. but my dad doesn’t want them in the and i don’t know what to do” he ends sadly and you sigh.

“i’ve been sitting outside and feeding them for a while.. and everyone that walks past doesn’t want one” he explains.

“i’ll take them” you blurt out, making casper gasp.

“really? you’re a life saver! when do you think you can get them?” he asks and you swipe down your screen to see it’s been about a half hour since you got up, the exact time being 7:32.

“i can come right now” you respond. “but i’ll have to be quick”

“okay. thanks again, y/n” casper ends before you hang up and swing your legs over the bed.

you grab your jacket from where it was on the floor and put it on, slipping your phone in the pocket and putting your shoes on.

you unlock the door when you get to it and leave almost right away, speed walking down the hall after locking the door again behind you.

you basically ran out of the building.

you were excited to take kittens home, plus you had to be there when everyone got back.

plus you had to hide the kittens.

you’d figure it out as you go.

you got to casper’s house really quickly, he was waiting for you outside on the steps, the kittens just sitting there.

one of them was completely black, with pretty blue eyes. the other was a calico, with bright green eyes.

“holy shit” you breath out, casper chuckling at your expression as you crouch down next to him and put your hand out to let’s the cats approach you.

“yeah, i had the same reaction” casper tells you, and you can tell he’s all of a sudden very nervous.

he kept picking at his fingers while avoiding eye contact.

“is everything alright?” you ask, scratching behind the calicos ears and the black one rubs against your legs.

“yeah, yeah, it’s just-“

“you can talk to me” you say, lightly elbowing him in the knee and moving to sit on the steps next to him.

“can i be honest with you?” he asks hesitantly and you nod.

“every time i see you.. i just.. all i can think about is when we kissed and it makes me nervous because we never talked about it and-“

“casper”

“i’m so sorry- listen, i can-“

“casper”

“no just listen to me!” he exclaims and you nod, putting your hands up in surrender.

“let me take you out” he blurts and you keep nodding, hiding a small smile behind your hand.

“yeah- okay” you answer, one of the kittens hopping up into your lap.

“cool” he coughs awkwardly, helping you stand, you now holding the kitten that hopped in your lap.

“i’ll uh.. i’ll text you” he finishes, bending down to hand you the other kitten.

you’re now holding the two small animals to your chest, them hiding their faces into your shirt.

“i’ll see you then” you say awkwardly, slowly backing up to get back home.

casper hums and waves to you shortly before heading back inside his house.

it was a very quick and awkward interaction, but you couldn’t think about that now, you had to get home.

~~~

they could be home any minute now.

it was almost noon, like they said and the damn cats wouldn’t stay put in the bathtub where you had wanted to hide them.

just until you could leave them alone at your place.

even though casper had fed them, you gave them little bowls of water and som salami.

cats can have salami right?

either way they loved it.

you figured out that they were both females, still not knowing what to name them.

you just called them ‘black cat’ and ‘the other one’

it’s a temporary arrangement, since you didn’t want them to be nameless forever.

you heard the door click open and you curse to yourself and you place the cats back in the bathtub, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door shut, making marc give you a weird look as the suit disappears from his body.

“what-“

“oh hey you’re back” you interrupt him and he raises an eyebrow.

“what’s in there?” he asks like he already knows what’s going on.

“nothing” you say too quickly and something hits the door, making it rattle from the other side.

you make a face, and marc walks towards you slowly. “tell me- did you bring home another animal?”

you shake your head. “she’s telling the truth” steven observed that you didn’t do your ‘tell’, since he would know if you were lying.

“..i brought home two” you mumble, marc sighing.

“open the door”

you make another face and open it, the two kittens rushing out to rub on marc’s legs.

“where did you even-“

“casper called me. his dad hates cats and there’s nobody to take care of them” you tell him, fiddling with your sleeve.

marc sighs and you can sense a switch, jake now slowly crouching down to pet the cats.

you stand there confused and crouch down as well, watching as the cats push each other to get more pets.

“can we keep them?” you ask and jake chuckles, looking to you.

“marc is shaking his head in the doorknob” he points it out and you groan.

“so that means yes” he says and you perk up.

“really?!” you exclaim and jake nods.

“you name one then” you suggest and jake tilts his head at the kittens, and ends up gently picking up the black one.

“this gato is…” he trails off, him and the cat having a staring contest. “luna”

the cat meows happily and jake smiles at it.

marc was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. he’d never since he met jake see him so soft for someone that isn’t you. who knew it would be for a cat?

“and the other?” steven starts. “what’s her name?”

“uhmmm..” you trail off.

“i have no idea”

you look behind jake, seeing movement and see harrow again, but this time only a flash, until what looked like an alligator appeared before leaving again.

you mistakenly let out a gasp, making jake look to you curiously. "are you okay, princesa?" he asks and you nod slowly, both of you standing up to guide the kittens to the kitchen.

~~~

after the calico glaring at you and everyone for suggesting ‘dumb’ names, you thought back to the nightmare while the kittens slept on the couch next to each other, you and steven on the floor.

“..steven?” you call out quietly and he hums looking to you.

“i uh.. had this weird dream last night” you start, steven looking at you with worry.

“be honest but do you think i’m.. crazy? as in padded room and straight jacket type of crazy?” you clarify and all three guys look at you wide eyed.

“oh heavens no!” steven exclaims.

“okay- and would you ever keep me somewhere against my will?“

“no” they all say in unison and nod.

“just had to make sure” you mumble, steven carefully reaching a hand out and wrapping it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“darling, you aren’t crazy” steven starts. “if you were, then we’d be insane” he jokes and you chuckle.

“three of us sharing a body” he begins again. “now that’s crazy” he chuckles with you.

“we love you but we would never keep you anywhere against your will either” marc says and you smile.

“thank you guys”

“it’s no problem, kid. we just want to make sure you’re comfortable” marc tells you and you smile again.

“i’m lucky to have you guys”

“damn right” jake mumbles and you make a face at his reflection in the coffee table in front of you.

you didn’t utter another word until you fell asleep again on steven, since it was late.

earlier you and the guys spent a lot of time getting the house ready for the kittens, and didn’t realize how late it was until you all sat down.

it was late already again, and your boys made sure they stayed up to chase away any other nightmares that dared to plague your mind.

they eventually did retire from that, opting to just let you sleep on them while they dozed off.

not a single dream entered your mind that night.

and jake was right, you are damn lucky.

lucky to have them.

oh and don’t forget the cats.

yep.

then too.

but mostly your boys, marc, steven, and jake.

no cat could compare to your grumpy dads, nothing could.

it was just your dads and you.

~~~

A/N : FIRST ID LIKE YOU ALL TO LEAVE SUGGESTIONS FOR THE CALICOS NAME!!! once i get some names, ill pick which ones i think would suit the cat, and then have another poll. LINK!!

sorry its a bit rushed in some places but here!! its very confusing so sorry about that too

this was actually a fun concept to work with, so i thank you guys for your very out of the box requests!! feel free to send in more, i love reading them <3

see you in a couple days!! <3 :)

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