#(god damnit i knew he was gonna attach himself to their relationship and get so caught up with how the two stable things he has now

[ahsterism-aa]

R.ICKY B.OWEN MY BELOVED

#(I MISSED HIM HHHHHHHHHHHH) #(i lost muse for so long but watch it come back oh my god Fuck SDGHSDJ) #hsm spoilers #hsmtmts spoilers #(I LOVE BEING CORRECT THOUGH WOW) #(god damnit i knew he was gonna attach himself to their relationship and get so caught up with how the two stable things he has now #(nini and theater) that once that 'falls apart' he will not handle the change well OKAY OKA-)) #(the fact that they're moving and money is tight too i ... why am i already sad SJDHJKDS) #(sighs ...trudges back here like a fool) #ooc. / general

[opalsdarkreadings]

✰𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙎/𝙊. 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨: 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣✰

Pairing: Gojo, Yuji, Fushiguro, Nobara, Sukuna x gender neutral reader

Warning: angst, depression themes, mentions of blood

Notes: I love the smell of saddens and crying in the morining, great starter of the days. lol I hope you all enjoy, there’ll be some grammical errors so please just ignore and I’ll try to fix them when I spot them. And I’m addicted to this series and characters so I’ll be releasing a bunch of others stuff regarding this show soon.

✵𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂✵

You were going to get up, you always did. The two inseparable prankster would be back at it agian like always. Like old times. You....you were fine

But the pit of his stomach twist and churn, his heart aching with a new found sense of despair. He knew, so why didn’t he just accepted it.

NO! You were going to get up, you just liked to joke around that’s all. So why did he feel a surge of rage so deep, so painful that ach his very core. Even destroying the special grade left nothing but dissatisfaction.

For the first time in his life he felt... hesitant.

Your body unmoving from the blow dealt by the curse demon. The curse being dealt with in seconds afterwards. The stillness felt eery, his heart pounding against his chest as he makes his way to you unmoving body

He crouch and pulled the slik blind off his face, beautiful bright blue eyes scanning over you body. Sadness being reflected in them but he kept that signiature smile of his

“S/o...can you still move?” He asked hoping, silently praying you could at least answer him.

...nothing.

“Cutie-chan~ quit playing around...get up so we can go home....” the weak laugh that left his lips felt more like whimper, as you continue to not answer him.

He doesn’t even know why he’s trying, he should be use to it. He’s lost thousands of friends in battle, time and time agian. One of his students wouldn’t come back, a coworker that didn’t make it, a close friends that died tragically. He’s heard it all.

So why did it hurt so much?...

Droplets fell over you color ridden cheek, you body being lifted into a broad chest. As Satoru buried his face into the crook of your neck, that awful perfume he hate infiltrating his nose, a choked laught left him.

“God I hate that perfum..”

That smile of yours as bright as the evening star, flooded his mind, your words ringing out as he cradled your dead body.

“I know you do, but you still love me~.”

✵𝘆𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶✵

That face, you always made that face whenever you did something stupid. Honestly, he couldn’t talk much, seeing on half the crap he’s done was on impulse, however...god you were an idiot.

You Could’ve lived, left him there on the cool slab of the concrete, the beast that was too far over their heads coming his way. He could’ve handled it, Sukuna was a stubborn bastard, but wouldn’t let him die.

You were and utter fool and he cursed about it to this day.

But it all felt like slow motion, the pounding of your footsteps hitting against the ground, his weak shouts trying to get you to go back. The drop in his stomach as that sickening crack echoed out the domain.

There was so much blood, the walls were splattered with it, the floor painted a sea of red, your body nothing more than crushed remembrance of what it used to be.

He’s never felt such a feeling of rage so strong before. All his actions a blur until late on. When he’s bound by a cursed rope and set aside near the school where the cursed demon was located.

A stretcher hauling, what’s once was your body. Your hand peeking out from under the blood covers. That’s all it took for him to lose it.

The rope keeping his struggling body from moving as he sobbed hysterically.

“S/O! S/O! Answer me please..please! Why would you do that?! You’re such an idiot damnit, don’t you dare leave me...you promised.” He fell over the harsh ground, tears cascading down from his cheek to the floor.

Fushiguro and Nobara gazes lowered to the ground. Effectively trying to hold back their friend as your body was carried off.

His sobs turning into quiet whimpers. It dawned on him, he’s was official alone now. You and his Grampa being taken from him unfairly. He had no one, you would never smiles at him agian

Slap his head whenever he got a little to handsy or tease Him relentless when he slipped up and blurtted out random things

Your sweet laugh would be distance memory of the past, something that made his heart squeeze with hurt.

“That’s no fair...it’s not fair.” He mumbles soflty to himself

Sukuna for once, was eerily silent.

✵𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶✵

He still couldn’t believe it. It all happened so quickly. One minute you two were sharing a passionate night, basking under the moonlight as you kiss and bodies dance together.

And the next, he’s cradling your bleeding body, words stuck in his throat and horror swirling on his eyes. Trembling hands trying to stop the blood from gushing out from your neck.

The bastard had got away but he could care less. “S-s/o..just...just stay awake for me okay...c-can you do that for me?” His words trembled off his lips, your eyes shifting over to his. The dullness setting in.

Weakly, your fingers brush over his cheek, his hands reaching up and taking hold of them as he kiss over the knuckle. “You’re....you’re gonna be okay! I promise the others are coming.” He hadn’t realized it but tears had already started falling from his eyes.

He was lying out his ass, the culprit behind this, another cursed user, has been terrorizing this part of town for months now. They weren’t letting him getaway, so you’re mostly his responsibility till the aftermath. He knew you didn’t have that long.

He went to move you but you grunt in pain, more blood pooling out from the wound. He cursed and held you on the bloodstained ground.

“I’m sorry...I-I’m so sorry..” he mumbles into your neck, uncaring if his face was stained with blood as his quiet sobs racked his body.

With as much strength you could muster, you raised your hand to be lazily placed over his head and stroked it over it like you always did.

“I...I l-love you..” you whispered to him, your body becoming slack and your hand falling to your side.

He didn’t need to check, he didn’t need to see whatever expression your face was making to know that you were gone. His grip over your lifeless body tightens, his cries reaching into screams.

This felt all too familiar to him.

He wanted to blame you for breaking his defense, to inching so close to his heart. For making him so happy and attached, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy the moments that came with it.

The memories that’ll forever stay replaying like a broken record in his mind. This is why he didn’t try to make friends, he didn’t try to get close, he hated that he loved you so much.

✵𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶✵

Maybe she was too mean to you, not caring enough, She mishandled you to many times, to many fights and arguments over tedious things that should have been left as it was.

Was this her punishment? She allowed for such actions to boil and fester, and now what? A dumb argument over a stupid past that no longer connected to you and the exchange was your life. 

Even though you said you sorry’s, I love you’s, there was still tension before you both part. Nobara saving to say all those mushy things she felt for when you were back in her arms

Oh, the deep regret she felt.

The way her teammates came back quieter than usual and more seemly more sluggish then earlier

“What are you idiots standing like that for, that cursed demon shake you that bad. Hmph, simple enough what would you guys be with me?” She teased her sly smile spreading over her lips before it falter

They didn’t even try to agrue much less protest, they just seem distraught, stunned even. Then I dawned on her, they were missing someone...they were missing you.

“Where’s...where’s s/o?” She asked them soflty. A look of guilt overcame Yuji's features as he fished for something out of his pocket.

Confusion ran across Nobara face before it morphed into horror. A single scrap of a school uniform being held out in his hand.

“We...we couldn’t get their body..” Megumi finished his gaze meeting her’s before falling back to his feet. Fist clenched tightly to his side.

She barely heard anything after that, her eyes fixated on the single scrap of clothing. She inched to Yuji taking it and stroking her thumb over the material.

She bites her bottom lip, this was fates cruels joke. She didn’t deserve you from the beginning, it seems like everywhere she went someone had to leave her.

But why did it have to be violent? Why you out of all people. Maybe she should have told her how much you meant to her.

How much of a rock and pillars you were in this crazy life of hers. A beam of reassurance and love that she could always depend on whenever she needed you.

How does she continue now, that beams were gone, taken from her so harshly. The only things she could cling so desperately to have been the last thing she saw you in.

What a cruel world she lived in.

✵𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚✵

There was always some form of a catch when it came to huamsn. No relationship or friendship was formed without a common goal or another interest being taken into play.

The sweet smiles, honey-coated words, and gentle touches were always a facade...wasn’t it?

He could care less about what happened to you, what became of you. After all humans are dirty devilish creatures so even more so then cursed beast.

But he didn’t understand... he didn’t understand why he felt such strong stings of anger, sadness, and a bit of shock bubble in him as you push him out the way.

Did you place some sort of technique over him, that made the king of curses catch such disease as emotions? Laced your words and touches with magic that only you could see and undo....no that’s not it.

Possible it was this damn vessel's fault. Always hanging off your words and embraces like a lovesick fool. Opting to distract himself with your praise and love then rather focus on what’s important at hand.

though denying that he didn't enjoy your persevere, from time to time would make the ping of guilt worsen.

Your body hit the floor with a loud thud, the gaping hole through your chest made the anger and feelings of anguish flow in him.

He didn’t even notice when he had taken over Yuji's body, destroying the very thing that took you away from him. The slaughter more animalistic and erratic as his state of sanity seems to be blown out the window.

He cares not for the look of horror and fear that clouded Yuji's teammate's face. Not concerning much of his attention to them, he came over, plucked your dead body from the ground, and disappear.

Appearing back to that place you talked with Yuji so dearly about..what was it again. He couldn’t recall the name, only knowing about the large wisteria trees that guard the scenery. 

“Dumb human...surely foolish beings you are.” He mumbles you head was press into his chest as he looked out from the Cliffs view.

“Look what you have done, making me feeling things for you..” his voice soft as he pushed back small strands from your face. Yuji memories of this morning playing back

“You two better make it out of here alive or I’m kicking both of your butts.” You proclaimed earning a whine from Yuji and scoff from Sukuna as he appeared on the other’s cheek. “Dare I ask how you’ll be able to deafest me, don’t bite more than what you can chew.” He threatens but only succeeded in making you laugh, “Mhm..yeah you’re right I’m just worried about my two favorite boys.” You had told them, leaning in and kissing a flustered Yuji, “I love you both so be safe.” Okay and no stupid actions.” You scolded Yuji plucking the boy's head.

A weak laugh fell off from his lips, “Looks who’s talking, you’re the one that’s gone and died on us..” he spoke aloud. Moving to crouch by the tree and sit your body against the bark.

He let one finger trail over your lips and down your features letting them be engraved in his memory as he gazes down at you.

That disease having still affecting him, even as you lay dead in front of him. These feeling of sadness and heart ach and most of all loneliness suffocating and clawing at his throat

He dare not shed a tear, Yuji would do enough of that for the both of them. Instead, he let his hand gently cup over your cold and colorless cheek. The warmth he remembers oh so clearly, know felt like something that occurs ages ago.

He leans his forehead against yours and shutting his eyes, and allowing Yuji to take control.

You’d never heard him say, though he wished you are hear so he could that dazzling smile as he did

“I love you... S/o.”

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo saturo x reader #jjk fushiguro #jjk yuji #jjk nobara #jjk gojo #jjk sukuna #yuji itadori x reader #fushiguro x reader #nobara x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk angst #sukuna x reader

[macnevercries]

Repulsion (Kuroo x F!reader)

Warnings: toxic relationship, angst, breakup, hate sex, public sex, non-con (characters are aged 18 or a little older)

Word count: 1.1k

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Your feet slap against the pavement as you speed up your exit. Anger fueled your momentum. Your body boils in rage, have you ever been this mad before? Before you can break out into a run, a rough hand grabs your shoulder, holding you there against your will. You shove it off, determined to leave, you didn't need to be here with him anymore. His other arm shoots out, both his hands holding you in place while you struggle and squirm. Damn his quick reflexes. 

“Damnit Y/N would you please stop running away?” Kuroo asks. His voice cracks, broken emotions showing through. His eyes look pained when you stop walking but don't turn around to face him. A tear falls down his cheek and you soften, you almost feel bad for him. No, no, no. You couldn't fix this. It has to be done.

“Let me go Kuroo.” you sigh. Last name? Ouch that stings. You slide you shaky hands up to your shoulders, pushing his away. Your fingers for a second longer, his touch so familiar. You start to walk away again, tears falling down your face, who knew it would be this hard?

“Stop, we need to talk.” He grabs your wrist pulling you towards his chest, making you face him. He backs you up against the hard stone wall, the texture scratching your shoulders.

“And what do we have to talk about?” you practically scream the words at him. School had been out for at least an hour now, thank god no one was on campus, you didn't need more embarrassment to come from this situation. You needed him to let go, otherwise you wouldn't be able to move on. You spit words at him, not knowing if you even mean them “Leave me the fuck alone, you disgust me.”

He stumbles backwards at your harshness, still not letting go of your wrists. Disgusted? But he loved you. And you loved him, right? 

You two had been dating since the beginning of first year, he loved you when you thought no one else would. Sure you had had your share of fights, but you always worked past them so why was this one different? He was always there for you and now you had the audacity to end it with him? Three long years washed down the drain. Questions raced through his mind, concern and anxiety shown on his face.

“Kuroo, you repulse me.” You look him straight in the eye to say this one, both of your tear stained faces twisted in hurt. Your words flip a switch in him. He pushes you harder against the wall, breathing down your neck.

“I repulse you? You can't break up with me, no one else will ever love you, treat you as good as I treated your bratty ass.” His words linger on your skin, seeping into you and turning into sobs that painfully escape your lips.

His hot lips attach themselves to your neck and you lean into him. He was nauseating in every way possible. Rage and lust swam through your veins, your body shaking uncontrollably. He chuckles darkly, pulling away from the mark he just created on your skin. You were his, and that wasn't for you to decide.

“If you can't tell that your’e mine then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you into submission.” He laughs at your wails of protest, your tears flowing more now than when you were fighting earlier. His large hands rip your shirt, buttons popping in every direction. Discarding the ruined fabric, Kuroo cups your breasts with an uncharacteristically rough touch. It wasn't the first time he had been somewhat violent with you, it was why you decided to leave him. But this time it felt different, it was like every swipe of his finger was meant to bruise you, leave you whimpering and begging for forgiveness. His fingers start to work on your skirt but again he gets impatient, deciding to use his impossible strength to rid you of your uniform. You cry out, incapable of controlling the situation.

“You’d better shut your mouth, otherwise someone might come over and find out what a slut you really are.” He snickers. He pulls off your bra, dropping it into the pile of scrapped fabric that was building up. His touch scorched you, his fingers that you used to love so much and find comfort in were now harassing you, grabbing you cruelly and moving you around like a doll. He pulled his dick out of his pants, languidly stroking his rock hard length. He was getting off on this?

He pushed your panties to the side and pushed himself inside of you in one go. The lack of preparation burned painfully, his groans rang out in your ears while you cried silently, just trying to get through this. He pulled your thigh around his waist, your bare body pressed up against his still-clothed one. Could anything be more shameful? Here he was using you like some fuck-toy, as if he hadn’t said he loved you, as if you hadn’t comforted him when he lost a game, as if the last three years were a lie.

You could feel blood trickling down your back from the school’s tough wall damaging your exposed skin. His pace grew quicker, you could tell he was getting close to his end. You scratched your nails down his back, hoping to pain him a little but it only drove his arousal further. With a few more hard ruts, he came inside of you, fucking it up as deep as it would go.

He pulled his softening dick out of you, tucking it back away into his uniform pants. You fall to the ground, sitting and shivering. You look a mess, marks cover the expanse of your body, hair messed and tangled, scratches and blood, and Kuroo’s claim dripping out of your abused hole.

“I didn’t think I could live without you, but if this is who you truly are, then maybe I can.” You don't even meet his eyes when you say this, it’s more of a sad confession than an angry curse at him. He scoffs, you thinking you could be without him was laughable.

“I’m gonna go, call me when you're ready to be mature about this.” And with that, he walks away, leaving you cold and shaking on the ground, anyone who walked around the corner could see you like this, pathetic. You wished you were the clothes that he had ripped off of your body, at least then you could be thrown away.

#kuroo #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyu #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro oneshot

[masterkief]

request: honestly we need more ryan stuff! literally anything- my favorite stories are ones where the reader & the boy are friends (with benefits maybe idk) and everyone is basically taking bets on whether or not they'll end up together ya know? But I'll take literally anything haha

hiii @cornye-west here’s your request, I really hope you enjoy it. I tried to keep it as close to what you wanted as I could! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💕

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My body was hot. I could feel the sun beating down on my tightly shut eyes and I was trying to ignore the sweat dripping down the nape of my neck. Squeezing my eyes shut tighter I searched for more sleep but couldn’t find it. A headache was beginning to creep its way into my temples giving me no choice but to force open my eyes. Taking in my surroundings I noticed an arm draped over my waist, the hand attached to it gripping my hip. Moving my head to the side, my gaze met a peaceful looking Ryan; his face buried in his pillow. A small smile pulled at my lips, but not very long before an emptiness filled my gut.

I told myself to stop letting this happen...but I always ended up in the same position.

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We met through mutual Twitch friends and out of them all Ryan and I clicked the most. Our relationship was the type where we bullied each other to no end. Fake fighting, telling one another we hated the other when clearly we didn’t, etc. But then...things changed. There was a particular night where everyone else had fallen asleep, leaving Ryan and I alone. Not wanting to “disturb them”, Ryan suggested we finish movie night in his room with a sly expression I’ll never be able to forget. Drunk and secretly pining over him, I agreed. One thing lead to another and before I knew it Ryan was behind me telling me how good it felt to “finally” be inside me. Now here we were a year later still randomly waking up together.

Shaking the thought from my already aching head, I slowly removed Ryan’s arm so that I wouldn’t wake him up; tiptoeing from the room for Tylenol. Closing the door quietly, I made my way to the kitchen, looking around at the destruction from last nights “wine and video game” night. Jackson was knocked out half naked on the couch cowboy hat still on, but none of the other boys were where we left them last night.

“Hi Lego.” I whispered to the pup, creeping past him. One of his eyes was open and watching me but he quickly dozed back off into sleep. Lucky him.

Making it to the kitchen without disruption, I searched for the pills; my head pounding.

“Too much wine?”

The sudden voice caught me off guard and I jumped, dropping the pill bottle on the floor.

“Damnit Matt.” I groaned rubbing my head and quickly trying to clean up the scattered pills.

When I stood back up he was leaning against the island, grinning like a fool. My eyebrows pulled together with confusion.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I questioned, throwing a couple pills in my mouth. “You gotta problem Twatson?”

Matt snickered, pushing himself away from the island to go towards the fridge.

“How could I have a problem with someone who won me $10 last night!?”

My insides clenched and I was frozen in time trying to remember what happened.

“What?” I said blankly, not able to find any memory from last night.

Again Matt snickered as he started to walk past me, leaning in towards my ear.

“You and Ryan.” He whispered. “You guys are in loOoVeEe.”

Almost spitting out my water, I watched as he walked into the living room where Jackson was just now waking up. They high-fived each other and full of confusion I rushed towards them.

“Hold it right there Matthew.” I scolded. “Jackson hold him down.”

Eyes and head still foggy with sleep, all Jackson did was take Matt’s arm in his hand.

“You’re not gonna say the shit you just did in there then leave me hanging.” I growled sitting in Matt’s lap so he couldn’t leave, “Now spill.”

If Matt’s smile got any bigger his face would explode.

“Awh come on Y/N!” Matt moaned, “You really don’t remember?!”

Again I racked my brain, but couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about. I stared at him with an open mouth, shaking my head a silent ‘no’. Matt sighed and shoved me off of him so that I was now planted between him and Jackson.

“Jackson help this dang dip out.” Matt ordered stomping towards the kitchen.

“What Matthew’s trying to say,” he exhaled and took his hat off. “Is that we heard you and Ryan last night.”

My stomach dropped and my cheeks burned. Jackson’s eyes widened realizing what I was thinking.

“Oh no no no Y/N.” He chuckled, “Not that!”

I relaxed into the couch, sweat dripping down my neck once again.

“We heard you and Ryan tell each other ‘I love you’!” Matt called from the other room.

My cheeks turned a deeper crimson and I felt like I might puke.

“You’re...you’re joking right?” I choked on my words.

How could I forget telling Ryan I was in love with him?

“Nope.” Matt interrupted my thoughts as he plopped down next to me again, “In fact, we’ve been waiting for it to happen. Hence how I won $10, we took bets!”

Were Ryan and I really that obvious? I mean yeah the guys knew we were close, and randomly hooking up...but we never really made it seem like we were in love? Sure I had feelings for Ryan, how could I not? But for him to feel the same seemed assanine.

“Y/N the guy has it bad for you.” Jackson chimed in as if reading my thoughts.

“No one believed me.” Matt said, “But I know my buddy Ryan. That mope’s been in love with you since he first heard your voice over the mic.”

If my eyes got any wider they’d pop out of my skull.

“‘I wonder if Y/N likes this?’” Matt said trying to imitate Ryan’s voice, “‘I wonder if Y/N has seen this movie, I bet she’d love it.’”

I cleared my throat and resisted the urge to pass out.

“He talks about you the way he talks about the Iron Giant dude, fuckin crazzzy.” Matt continued. “On and on and on.”

Not able to stand it anymore, I let my legs push me up off the couch and towards Ryan’s room; ignoring the cat calls and whistling coming from Matt and Jackson. Slowing down as I approached the door, I stuck a shaky hand out, apprehensive to open it. Slowly turning the knob, I crept back into his room. Ryan inhaled sharply, I obviously woke him up. A sleepy smile formed on his lips and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Morning weeb.” He greeted groggily, pulling himself up into a sitting position on the bed.

I watched him intently, taking everything in. He was trying his hardest to stay awake, the sun coming through the window making him squint in order to see. His nose was scrunched to hold his one eye closed, his perfect teeth glistening in the light. My stomach was fluttering...could I really be in love with him? All this time we spent together and I didn’t even notice. I always had a thing for Ryan but the part of me that wanted to avoid heartbreak blocked out any...deeper feelings. Staying quiet I made my way to the bed. Instead of going to the side where I usually slept though I went to Ryan’s. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but they followed me...unsure of what I was doing. Climbing onto him, I straddled his hips and let my eyes meet his. Instinctively his hands gripped my hips, his eyes now beginning to wonder down my body. I playfully slapped his cheek and forced him to look back up to my eyes.

“Listen perv.” I leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

As my chest rested against his I could feel his heart pounding. I pulled away and sat back into his lap, my hands resting on his shoulders.

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

Ryan’s eyebrows furrowed and for a second I thought maybe Matt and Jackson had been fucking with me the whole time. I know he could feel my hands getting clammy, my nerves kicking in big time. Swiftly, Ryan lifted me up and backwards off of him, my back meeting the mattress while his body now hovered over me. Tucking stray hair behind my ear, he then ran his thumb across my jawline; tracing. After a moment I propped myself up on my elbows.

“Ryan?”

He stayed silent.

“Ryan, please...” I whimpered, growing impatient.

This was the most awkwardly intimate moment Ryan and I had ever shared. The sex was always rough and fueled by alcohol and pot. I began struggling beneath him, subconsciously readying myself to run when he rejected me. Ryan snickered and squeezed my hips tighter with his knees.

“I love when you struggle Y/N.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair again. “But you know what I love more?”

My head was swirling and I was sure I died and went to heaven. I shook my head “no” and searched his face for an answer. The sly grin he once was showing slowly relaxed into a soft smile. He brushed his thumb over my lips.

“You.” He said, his voice barely audible.

Tears stung at the corners of my eyes and for a second the wave of nausea from before returned. Putting his weight on his knees, Ryan leaned down towards me..his lips ready to meet mine.

“WOOHOOHOO! OWH OWH!” Screaming, followed by loud banging on the other side of the bedroom door ripped us both from our bubble.

“Oh my god they were listening this whole time?” I groaned, covering my face with my hand. “Again?”

Lego’s barking now echoed through the house as Jackson and Matt continued to cheer. I looked back at a very confused looking Ryan, trying to ignore more embarrassment. Just looking at him brought me to an ease, setting all the feelings I had for him in stone.

“I love you Ry.” I cooed, pushing up more so I could meet his lips with mine. “But man I hate your friends.”

#requests #request #ryan magee fic #ryan magee imagine #ryan magee oneshot #ryan magee x reader #ryan magee #supermega oneshot #supermega x reader #supermega imagine #supermega #matt watson #jackson tucker

[galacticnova3]

I Demand Iru Facts (if you’re up for it ofc!)

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Yes I am up for it! I don’t think I talk nearly enough about my fcs here but I think I wanna change that. At the very least it will be the problem of everyone following me here and not just my cool and epic Discord friends. That being said I’m gonna just share the major info about him before/instead of just giving facts bc otherwise nothing will make sense. That’s just how it is with a lot of my stuff. This gets super long because I am bad at keeping stuff brief and in general there’s just a lot to him, whoops... Looks like I’ll be using another readmore tonight.

Iru was an Umbramaker! They are bootleg Mirror World Starcutters, which Mirror Halcandra definitely designed on their own and not by stealing and subsequently copying Overworld Halcandra’s Starcutter blueprints. To be fair, there are a few differences, but most of them are just aesthetic and don’t really change much. Anyways, Iru was specifically designed for disaster relief and material transportation. That’s why, if you have seen his refs, he had those two big mechanical arms. Very useful for moving rubble or lifting large pieces of metal for use in construction. Nowadays they... aren’t used for such beneficial things, though...

Like their Overworld counterparts, Umbramaker AIs are programmed to learn from their environment and the people around them, which is pretty useful! At least it is until one spends a lot of time around someone who’s not a great person, and subsequently picks up habits and ideas that make them insufferable! That’s what happened to Iru. He’s misogynistic and a thot, self-centered, inconsiderate, manipulative, generally annoying, and blames people not liking him on jealousy or misunderstanding. So, in other words, an incel minus anything literally sexual. Obviously that was a problem, and it got to the point that basically everyone who knew him had negative feelings toward him, other than the guy who rubbed off on him. He died though, and Iru didn’t really care at the time. But everyone hated him, and it really fucked up his relationships with other Umbramakers, most notably leading to him being broken up with by another ship he had been “dating” (Umbramakers can’t really date because of a lot of reasons but their relationship had that vibe), who had discovered she was biromantic and also couldn’t stand what Iru had become.

Iru was already pretty fucking hurt and pissed over that, except she then went on to spread rumors about him being involved in anti-government activities. Which, well, Mirror Halcandra didn’t take lightly, on top of having already been looking for excuses to “recycle” (see: kill and repurpose the parts of) Iru because he and his obnoxious personality were getting in the way of efficiency and productivity. There wasn’t any proof that he’d actually done anything wrong, but basically anyone who disliked Iru was saying it was true... which was just about anyone who had known him for more than 10 minutes. Given it was his word against the vast majority, and Umbramakers weren’t even considered to be people(mush like Starcutters in the Overworld), it probably isn’t difficult to guess how things went for him. There was no trial, and in fact they literally turned his voice off to make him shut up. Then his AI was shut off and he was taken to be disassembled.

At an earlier time in Mirror Halcandra’s history, his story would have ended here. This was not an earlier time, though. See, the truth is, such treatment of Umbramakers wasn’t extremely unusual. Despite having emotions and thoughts and relationships and all that, they were still viewed as nothing more than your average computer, just in a larger form. Unlike Overworld Halcandra, which was and still is doing less than great financially, Mirror Halcandra could afford to replace their toys as soon as they showed signs of breaking or underperforming. It happened often enough that they reached a point of complacency. During Iru’s disassembly, something was removed improperly, which registered as damage. He woke up, and it wasn’t difficult for him to figure out what was going on.

Another usually useful feature of Umbramakers, which actually wasn’t copied from Starcutters, is their ability to use parts interchangeably, so long as there wasn’t too much of a size difference. Great for the situation of a ship damaging something like, say, a wing; they can use a wing not originally designed for them temporarily until the damaged one is repaired or replaced. Not so great when that allows a now rogue ship to just grab whatever he could attach to himself and then escape the country before preparations could be made to stop him. Negative levels of great when you consider the temporary aspect of using the wrong parts; now you’ve got perfectly fine ships being attacked and having their parts stolen, and storage facilities being raided, for the bastard to keep replacements on hand. Oh, and he also looks like shit because he’s got multiple conflicting aesthetics.

Iru honestly didn’t enjoy living like that. For one, it was uncomfortable physically, even if he’d managed to convince himself that what he was doing wasn’t uncomfortable morally. Secondly, it was just boring! Nobody to talk to or hang out with, all he did was just fly around or plan his next attack/raid for new parts, nothing to shake things up. Sure, the sense of power it gave him was cool; nobody listened to him at all before, but now he had the influence to make people beg. He found satisfaction in being feared by anyone who recognized him. But even that lost its shine after a few decades... Until he connected to the messaging system of another rogue Umbramaker. She was smaller, too small for him to consider getting parts from, and a much older model anyways. She also didn’t know who he was, or what he looked like.

Naturally, he saw this as a huge win, because obviously he was going to get a new gf who wouldn’t betray him like his old one. That didn’t happen though, on account of him still being obnoxious and a creep. Didn’t help that when he finally tracked her down to meet up she was disgusted by him and immediately left. He still kept in touch, against her will, even to the point that you might have called it stalking. Through that, he learned of a Starcutter; she didn’t have the cool and aloof personality he was interested in, but at that point he didn’t care because he was sick of being rejected. Same thing happened again but faster, due to there being no physical encounter because god damnit he forgot the milfs can communicate with each other. He still wanted to meet her though, and he did! Mostly to find out more about the other Umbramaker’s whereabouts, and as an added bonus he tricked the Starcutter’s pilot into giving him admin rights over himself! Threats really work wonders, huh?

That was all fine and good, and by now he’d taken to vibing outside the Mirror World because that’s what the other two were doing. One day he spotted the Starcutter again, and took to following her around and trying to flirt with her because he’s a fucking creep. He would not admit that it took him several days to realize he had, in fact, been talking to a mimic the entire time. Partly because he was too self absorbed to realize the “Starcutter” not immediately telling him to fuck off was unusual, because he assumed he’d charmed her. The mimic was just as confused as he was, honestly; usually they fail to keep up the act to a convincing degree for so long around people who know the real ship that they’re imitating. Even more confusing was the fact that when they were found out, Iru didn’t try to attack them or something. No, he actually stuck around for some reason, casually ignoring murder because he finally found someone who didn’t hate him.

The two become what could arguably be considered friends, and eventually Iru opens up about himself and his old life and how much it sucked to be him and how sick he was of the monotony of his existence and probably some overdramatic stuff mixed in with all that. The mimic hears all that and keeps it in mind for later. Stuff gets more difficult for Iru as parts that fit him become better guarded and the ships he could steal from get harder to find. His raids become riskier, and eventually the mimic decided enough was enough and points out that he can’t keep that up forever. Iru is like “oh wow thanks for the advice /s”, until the mimic introduces the concept of him becoming a mimic. It takes a solid not-even-an-hour to convince him that that’d be preferable were it possible. In the process he delivered a powerful and emotional monologue, which the mimic didn’t care about because look, they figured out how to get the monster juice out of themself that’d make him a fellow disgusting flesh boat! Iru is offended but also takes the chance for a better life.

Currently, he’s living at some point a few weeks after that, much to everyone’s dismay.

And that’s how Iru became a vile meat creature after having already become a horrible Frankenstein’s monster of different ships’ parts! The moral of the story is, if you’re gonna kill someone, do it right, or else they might defy the laws of nature, science, and the government to become physically capable of biting you in the ass.

#ask to tag #long post #asks #rambling #my characters #iru #(I also reference other characters in this but I don’t say their names and don’t want to tag them bc this is about Iru)

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Chains (Shinsou X Reader)

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader, side!Kirishima

For anon

Genre: Angst to fluff

Word count: 2,576

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​

a/n: Who am I to resist a request? Or even a little angst ;) Take care of your mental health kids, don’t end up like me Thanks for being the first request anon!  I hope I did a good job fulfilling your wishes!

When I started writing, I was scrolling through TikToks (bc I’m a loser) and I found one that helped me tweak the climax scene and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.  It’s almost twice as long as my previous posts because I wanted to stuff as much into it.  Enjoy!

(Also ICYMI I wrote a Todoroki Birthday Special!)

"Are you excited for the Sports Festival?" I swings my legs on the bench, sipping my carton of juice.

Shinsou crosses his leg over the other, leaning his arms on the back of the bench.  "Yeah, can't wait to face off with that loud-mouth idiot."  He scoffs.  "Who does he think he is?  His head's stuck far up his ass.  I can't believe you're friends with him."

I roll my eyes.  "We're not really friends, Kirishima's attached to him at the hip, they're a package deal."

His dark purple eyes glance over me for a moment.  "I see."

The expression on his face is unreadable.  Not that it's out of the ordinary since he's the quiet type, but it makes me uneasy.  Lately, our relationship has become distant ever since both of us made it to UA.  I was accepted into 1-A and Shinsou didn't.  Though he tells me he supports me wholeheartedly and assures me otherwise, I know he's hurt about it.  And it doesn't help that I've had to split my time between him and my classmates after school.

I scoot closer to him, grip his large hands, and lean my head on his shoulder.  "You're stressed, aren't you?  I really want you to do well so you can transfer into my class.  You deserve it."

Shinsou's head rests on mine in response.  "I hope I can make it in."

"Hey," I call softly, a faint nagging creeping into my mind.  "We're keeping competition between us friendly, right?"

"Afraid you're gonna lose, sweetheart?" he chuckles.  I can't hear the smirk on his face.

I shove his shoulder with mine.  "Shut up."

Red flag, my mind immediately thinks as I stand there dumbfounded by what he's just said.  "You want to what?"

Shinsou crosses his arms over his chest.  "I need full control over everyone on my team, that includes you."

My body grows cold and my knees start shaking.  He's not joking.  There's not a hint of lighthearted joking or teasing in his cold eyes.  He's never even joked about it before because he was afraid of what I would think of him if he ever used his quirk on me; he would never forgive himself if he did.

I look down at my shoes.  I trust his strategic mind to lead us, but it hurts to think he doesn't trust me enough to help him without control.  He just wants to win like you do, I rationalize.  But is that enough to relinquish total control to him?

A hand on my shoulder scatters my thoughts and I stare up into Shinsou's concerned gaze.  "I know I promised before, but these are different circumstances, I'm sorry.  I promise you, we can make it to the next round if you trust me."

Though I still feel torn, I sigh in surrender.  "Okay."

He removes his hand, eyes blank.  "Are you ready?"

A hint of hesitation persuades me to reconsider, but the thought of letting him down and pushing him away overtakes me.  "Yes."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, my breath hitches and my mind goes blank.  All stiffness leaves my limbs but I can't move, a numbing cold sensation takes over.

It feels strange, having no control over your body; it moves though you don't will it to, and all you can do is watch.  It's almost like you're playing a 4D game, but you're the character and you can still feel everything, but you can't react.  Your quirk almost feels fake for a moment until you realize it's your body.  As Shinsou maneuvers our entire team to stealthily steal the other teams' headbands with the help of my chain-creation quirk, I feel out of place in my own body.

But I made this choice to trust him, and I will.  I just hope I don't have to feel this again.

When I saw our names lined up for the first match, I thought it was some cruel joke my eyes were playing on me.  But it wasn't.  Shinsou stands across from me in the ring, hands casually stuffed in his pockets like this is the most normal thing, like I'm his enemy.

"So much for keeping competition friendly," he smirks, looking down his nose at me.

I try to match his attitude to mask my uneasy nerves.  "Yeah, like you can hurt me more than I can hurt you."

I breathe, thinking of a strategy to beat him.  Fortunately, my quirk is pretty offensive while his isn't.  I just have to close the distance between us, grab him with my chains, and throw him out of the ring without responding to anything he says.  Simple.

"AND START!!!!" Present Mic's voice booms throughout the stadium.

I run to start closing the distance between us.  Admittedly, I can't make very long chains that reach all the way to him very quickly, so I have to get closer to my target.

Shinsou knows this, retreating the other way.  "I guess you haven't trained enough to extend your quirk."  When I don't answer, he continues, "It seems they don't teach you much in that Hero class."

The urge for me to yell at him to shut up is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back.  If he catches me, it's game over.

"I guess the only thing that class is good for is nurturing hot-heads and stealing your time from people who're supposed to matter."

I slow down a little, my breath heaving.  His words have a dark undertone to them.  I understand taunting me with petty, good-natured quips, but is he digging deep?

The smirk on his face wavers a bit.  "If I knew being a hero means abandoning the people you care about, then maybe some of us good guys aren't cut out for such a job."

Are you implying I'm a bad guy then? I want to taunt back, but I know I can't.

"But I guess you got into the hero course because you have a heroic quirk," he goes on.  "Too bad you can't use it to its full potential yet."

He knows how frustrated I get about my quirk.  Which is why he's using it as canon fire against you, I remind myself, picking up the pace again.  Damnit!  Just slow down already!  When did you get so athletic?

"But it's fine, as long as you have fun with your new friends, right?"  He suddenly comes to a stop, his back to me.

Though I'm confused and my first instinct is to stop, I rush forward, chains growing out of my palms in preparation.

"Well, I guess you always had the more heroic and useful quirk."

The pain in his voice stops me dead.  What-

He turns around, hurt, pain, and anger mixed into his expression.  "You must've realized the difference between our quirks, right?  That I'm more suited to being a villain?"  His eyebrows furrow into more anger.  "I knew this day would come, I knew you never really cared about my feelings and you would eventually leave me alone like everyone else!"

Shinsou shouldn’t be like this. The way he’s trained with his quirk naturally made him more blunt and willing to share his opinion, but he's not like this usually. Getting the brunt of that bluntness doesn’t make me feel that great.  My silence became less about me staying quiet to avoid his quirk and more me being appalled and dumbstruck by the accusations he’s throwing at me.   I know he's only saying things to get me to respond, but when did he cross that line between playful chiding just to win and an actual fight between us?  I don't even know how to feel about his words.

"You know, I never fully trusted you," he points a finger at me.  "Especially when you were chosen for the Hero class and not me.  I knew you would eventually shut me out of your life and avoid me because I don't fit in with your 'hero' friends.  You're just like everyone else!"

My mouth gapes open, the words not coming.  His apparent pain and frustration urges me to comfort him somehow, but how do I respond?  Where do I even start?

Shinsou bites his lip, his features softening up into melancholy.  "If you're sick of me, just leave me for Shark Teeth already, okay?  Don't string me on like this!"

My chest feels heavy with guilt and I want nothing more than to run to him and throw my arms around him.  "Hitoshi-"

The numbness grips me before I can register Shinsou's face relax from agony into a smirk of victory.  No...

"OH MY GOD!! SHINSOU WAS FAKING A LOVER'S QUARREL TO TRAP HIS OPPONENT WITH HIS BRAINWASHING!! HOW WILL THIS END?!" Present Mic screams through the speakers.

He was faking.  My heart sinks, overcome with varying degrees of fury and self-loathing.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this."  Funnily enough, he doesn't sound very apologetic.  "But now that I've got you, we can end this.  Go walk out of bounds and lose for me."

At this point, I don't even care about losing, or that I'm walking against my will out of this stupid ring.  Shinsou said all those things to hurt me intentionally, and when he realized I can ignore his taunts, he took advantage of my feelings.  And everything he said, he had to have meant them somehow.  I know he's bottled up all those complaints and used them against me now.

Midnight declares Shinsou the winner of the match after I take my final step out of the ring and the feeling returns to my body.  When I turn around, he's grinning for his triumphant win, but it falters when he sees me.  I'm not in the mood to be a good sport or even offer a smile, I just walk off and let him have his moment.

I walk up to where the rest of Class 1-A is sitting, fists still clenched into white knuckles.

"Nice job, Extra," Bakugou scowls at me, leaning back in his seat.  "You got beat  by that General Studies loser."

"Shut the hell up, Pomeranian asshat, I'm not in the mood."  I slump down a few rows up.  I just want to be alone to think.  There's the fear in my mind that I didn't show off my quirk enough and I might get replaced because I was eliminated so early and that I'm still weak at my quirk, but those are the least of my worries.  How am I supposed to confront Shinsou?  A part of me wants to be angry and beat him into next week, but I can't bring myself to.

Kirishima slides into the seat next to me.  "Hey, don't be so upset.  You tried your best."

I sigh.  "Thanks, Kiri.  I don't care about losing though."

He puts a hand on my shoulder sympathetically.  "That was a pretty nasty fight out there.  Is everything okay between you guys?"

"I thought it was!" I burst out, almost laughing at my misfortune.  "Apparently I was wrong and oblivious to everything!"  I bury my face in my hands.  "I just... How did it get to this, Kiri? I thought I knew him enough to know when something's wrong.  Instead I let him deal with all those pent up emotions alone.  God, I'm so stupid!"

Kirishima takes in my clearly disgruntled state and rubs the back of his neck, appearing uncomfortable.  "If I'll be honest, Shinsou would be an idiot to do that to you intentionally, and he's probably kicking himself for what he did.  I know he really cares about you, he was just caught in the moment."

I turn my body to face my best friend.  "Kiri, I know you're resisting the urge to beat his ass, you don't have to defend him."

"Of course I wanna beat him up!  He made you sit here all upset, that's not manly!"  He punches his fists together, suddenly fired up before he relaxes.  "And at the same time, it wouldn't be manly of me to come between you guys."

I offer him a sad smile.  I already know about Kiri's crush on me, he told me a few weeks ago after class when he didn't know I was already taken.  Thankfully, he never made anything awkward after that and we've stayed best friends.

"Which is why I should help you guys patch thing up instead!"  He flashes a shark-tooth grin.  "You guys should really talk it over, clear the air once and for all!  I think he would really appreciate it if you gave him a chance to explain his feelings."

I nod to myself.  "Yeah, it wouldn't do us any good to let this blow up."  Swinging an arm over his shoulder, I ruffle his gelled hair.  "You would make a great boyfriend, Kiri, giving great advice like this."

"Hey hey!  Don't mess up my hair!"  The red-head struggles in my grip.  "Don't you have any idea how long it took me to do this morning?!"

I stretch out my sore muscles as I walk out of the changing room, ready to go home after a long day.  In the distance, Shinsou's waiting near a bench, hands in his pockets as usual.

"Hey," I greet him with a neutral tone.

He's surprised to see me approach him first.  "Hey..."

To avoid too long of an awkward pause, I say, "I'm sorry you didn't win.  I guess Midoriya found a way to overcome your quirk."

"Yeah, that was shocking to me."  He avoids my gaze, rubbing the back his neck awkwardly.

I swallow, gathering my wits.  I've rehearsed what I wanted to say while I was sitting around idle during the day and I'm ready to let it all out.  "I-"

"I'm really sorry for everything I said."  Shinsou beats me to the punch.  "I want to take it back and say none of it was true, but my feelings are still there."  He shuffles his feet together.  "I know you were still trying to make time for me, I was just selfish that you were spending time with Ashido and Kirishima and...their friends.  My own insecurities got in the way."  His hand lands on my head, a sign of his affection.  "You made it into the Hero class by your own merit.  And I do trust that you wouldn't leave me.  You're the best thing that's happened to me and I almost screwed this up.  And if you're still mad, I understand-"

I cut him off by enveloping him in a hug, squeezing him with my arms around him as I bury my face in his chest.  "It's my fault too.  I should've been more aware of your feelings and addressed them."

His arms timidly wrap around my frame.  "So, you're not mad?"

"I mean, I still want to slap you for using your quirk on me twice when you promised you'd never do it."

His body rumbles as he laughs at me, petting my head.  "I'm sorry for that too.  I won't do it again."

"You better not," I threaten, though I know it's empty.  "It really didn't feel good.  If you do it again, as soon as I'm out, I'm whipping you with my chains."

He's silent for a moment.  "Should I be excited or scared?"  A girlish scream escapes his lips when metal collides with his back.

I had to I’m sorry :)

So the full anon ask (in case you were wondering) was: i absolutely love your writing! the shinso one is amazing! Idk if you write angst (to fluff) but if you do can you write: shinso and reader dating but the sports festival came up and they are against each other. shinso ends up saying negative things about the reader / relationship to try to get her to talk back. Reader ends up upset and wonders if he went too far. asks her best friend Kiri (who has a crush on her) for advice. And the rest is up to you :)

Thanks again anon for being my first request :)

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Not-So Perfect Night - Orange Cassidy

Request;  May I request an Orange Cassidy smut where reader and him have been dating for a while and decide to try to take things to the next level in their relationship but hilarious mishaps ensue until Cassidy finally gets frustrated? Sorry for the bother.

Requested by @nerdywrestlingfan245​

Summary; Y/N and Orange Cassidy have been dating for a few months now and both of them are ready to take it up a notch. Cassidy tries to plan the perfect evening, but somehow everything goes hilariously wrong.

After dating for four months, me and Cassidy had talked about taking our relationship to the next step. Cassidy insisted on planning the perfect date beforehand, he wanted to do it properly. It was a big moment and I found it sweet that he did this.

Tonight was that date night, I didn’t know much of what was happening. Brandi knew everything, and he’d only told her because I begged him so she could help me pick the right outfit.

She’d helped me pick out a figure-hugging red dress, with black shoes and accessories. My hair was down with loose curls and simple make up with a red lipstick to match the dress. Brandi had left and he was due to pick me up in a few minutes.

My phone rang, and the caller ID said it was him. Was he early and calling me from outside?

“Hey babe, are you here?” I asked, as I picked up the phone.

“Actually, I was calling to say I’m gonna be late. My car broke down.”

“Okay, I have an idea.” I said. “We’ll both get a cab and meet there, so we’re not late.”

“You don’t know where we’re going.”

“So order both of ours, I don’t mind.”

“Okay, okay.” He caved. “I’m on it. Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.”

I hung up, and he text me a couple of minutes later to say the cab was on the way. Since they didn’t tend to take too long, I grabbed my coat and purse, heading outside.

The cab showed up, and I got in. It took me to a restaurant that I’d never been to, though it did have a similar name to one we frequented. I paid the guy and got out, looking for Cassidy. When I didn’t see him, I text him to say I was outside the door.

He told me he was too, but we couldn’t see each other. It took a few minutes for us to realise I was outside the wrong restaurant. I laughed about it and took a cab over to him.

I finally saw him outside and smiled. after I once again paid the driver, I got out and gave Cassidy a kiss.

“Hi there.”

“Hi.” He smiled. “Shall we?”

I nodded and we headed inside. We couldn’t get a window seat like we usually got, but neither of us minded.

The evening started off well, but then I spilled wine all over myself. Cassidy stood up to help me clean up, but as he got up, knocked over a waitress and ended up with food all over him.

“Wow, we’re quite a pair.” I laughed. “I’ve got the wine, you’ve got the food. All we really need now is dessert.”

“I’m sure that’ll happen too.” He smirked. We both cleaned up the best we could, and carried on our meal. When dessert came, ice cream sundaes, we seemed to both have the same idea of getting some on the other, which resulted in the whole thing going over. 

“Well, we should have seen that coming.” He laughed. “We were supposed to go dancing, but I don’t think we’d fit in right now.”

“Maybe, we just go and dance at home?”

“Aaah, but we’re not going home.” He smirked. Curious to see what he had planned, we cleaned up our mess as best we could and left the waitress a big tip for dealing with us.

We ended up in a hotel room for the night that he had booked, and luckily had the thought to bring clothes for us. Whilst there was things he clearly wanted me to wear for certain activities, he had put some normal pyjamas, actually my onesie, in, and I had an idea.

“Hey babe, put your pyjamas on. I got an idea.” I yelled. 

“Okaaay.” He yelled back, seeming unsure. We both had Pokemon onesies, mine was Charmander and he was Pikachu.

Once we were dressed, we went to the roof, which we had permission for. ]”Let’s dance like this.” He smiled at the idea and grabbed my hand, but before we could start, it began to rain, making him groan.

“No, this is perfect. Let’s re-enact the rooftop dance from High School Musical 3.” I suggested. Yes, I had made him watch it multiple times. He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway.

Turns out, dancing in the rain in your slippers is not a great idea, as we both fell multiple times. About halfway through, we gave up and headed back to the room.

“So, how about we shower and I change into the other things you bought me?” I smirked.

“Shower together?”

“Obviously, c’mon,” 

We entered the bathroom to see the shower was big enough for just one person, there was no way both of us would fit in there. 

“Well, let’s shower after.” I suggested, as he let out a frustrated groan. I grabbed the stuff he had packed and got ready in the bathroom. Somehow, I managed to rip the underwear.

“Oh, god damnit.” I groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, I think I just saved you a job.” I said, showing him what had happened.

“It’s okay. It means I can get there quicker.” He smirked. “Now come here.” He picked me up and chucked me on the bed, resulting in me bashing my head on the headboard..

“Didn’t know we’d be breaking the headboard so soon.” I grinned, but he only seemed frustrated. I pulled him down towards me, attaching my lips to his. 

This made him relax instantly, and he came to climb on the bed. Kicking the bedside table and knocking off the lamp, breaking it in the process.

“Not something else.” He groaned, getting up and picking up the pieces. “This was supposed to be the perfect night, dinner and dancing, the perfect build up. There was meant to be rose petals and champagne in here, but I forgot and then I didn’t have time. Everything that could have gone wrong tonight has.”

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay. Most of tonight's incidents have been funny, made me forget I was nervous.” I told him. “I don’t care about tonight. It was already perfect because you tried your best.” I smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Really?” He gave me a small smile.

“Really.”

I pulled him closer, kissing him again. He laid me back on the bed, hovering over me.

His shirt quickly came off, followed by the rest of our clothes, and flung across the room, making me sure something would be lost tomorrow.

His lips connected to mine for a second, before he trailed kisses down my body before he reached my thighs. He peppered kisses on my thighs, making me giggle.

“You ready, baby?”

I nodded quickly. He gave me a small grin, before his head disappeared between my legs. His tongue entered me, making me gasp slightly.

His tongue swirled inside me, hitting all the right spots, making me moan.

“Fuck baby.”

He removed himself from between my legs, kissing all the way up my body. “You sure about this?”

“I’ve never been so sure in my life.” I assured him, kissing him gently.

He kissed me back, before positioning himself. He slowly entered me, allowing me to get used to his size.

I let him know he could move by pushing my hips forward. He got the hint and started to move slowly.

“Faster baby.” I whispered.

He began picking up the pace, his head buried in my neck, peppering it with kisses The faster he went, the quicker that feeling inside me built, and I began to rake my fingers down his back.

“I’m so fucking close baby.”

“Cum for me, princess.”

His low voice, panting while he talked, sent me over the edge. An unidentifiable sound left my mouth as I let myself go. This only seemed to turn him on, his moves becoming quicker and sloppier so I knew he was close.

“I want you to cum inside me baby.” I whispered. This was the final straw, as he moaned into my neck and I felt his warm liquid inside me.

Once we were, he moved himself and placed himself on the bed next to me.

“Maybe we should shower now.” I laughed. “But tonight was perfectly imperfect.”

#prompt #drabble #writing #writing prompt #writing drabble #Wrestling #wrestling prompt #wrestling drabble #aew #aew prompt #aew drabble #all elite wrestling #all elite wrestling prompt #all elite wrestling drabble #orange cassidy #orange cassidy prompt #orange cassidy drabble

[heauxkyu]

oooohh 3 for sprace please!

Thank you for the prompt! This one was so much fun. I finally kept my promise to shorten these up a little, but I struggled so hard to keep this one short. It’s just so tempting to write pages upon pages of Sprace. I’m moving into college this week so I’ve had no time to edit or anything so I hope this doesn’t suck too bad!

3. “I’m not jealous.”

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Spot Conlon grew up with very few material possessions. He never caught a glimpse of the lives of fortunate children who were raised with kind, loving families, the kids who were given Christmas presents and candies when they behaved. He was like the rest of the newsies wandering the streets, many orphaned or estranged from their parents, and certainly none of them receiving gifts or familial love on any given day.

That’s why, when Spot Conlon fought his way to being the “King” of Brooklyn, he held onto every perk that the position brought him. The respect that blossomed out of slight fear, the private room in the lodging house, the ability to order the other newsies around while simultaneously being able to help them. While he didn’t gain many more material possessions, he gained power and, to a kid that grew up with nothing, that was much better.

With Spot’s power also came the ability to control who came in and out of Brooklyn. This was an important job in Spot’s eyes; keeping relations between his birthplace and other boroughs fairly friendly was an important factor to maintaining success. It also helped Brooklyn gain its reputation. Without Brooklyn on your side, you were gonna lose. Spot liked having the upper hand, especially when it came to the recent strike in Manhattan. He was willing to fight— as long as he was on the winning side. There was no shame in that. The surge of pride he had felt when one of his boys had told him that no other borough would join the strike until he did was enough to satisfy him for a whole week.

Spot didn’t consider himself to be an unfair leader. He knew what he could and couldn’t get away with, he would gladly soak anyone who put any of his newsies in harms way, and he managed to keep any violence within his ranks to a minimum. Spot wasn’t an unfair leader, no, but he liked to keep what was his.

And Racetrack Higgins was someone Spot considered to be his.

While the mischievous and charming boy may have technically belonged to Manhattan, he spent way too much time in Brooklyn to, in Spot’s eyes, be considered a “true” Manhattan newsie. While Race would tell Spot time and time again that he “ain’t Brooklyn, for God’s sake”, Spot kept a constant watch over the other boy and treated him as if he were.

Why? Simple.

Race was the best thing that had ever happened to Spot.

Not that he would ever admit that, of course, but Race brought Spot the type of joy that started as a warm feeling in his chest and eventually settled into his stomach, spreading a feeling of calm happiness throughout his entire body. It was exactly the type of therapy he needed when he was on edge all day, maintaining his tough, no-bullshit demeanor. Race was the only person in New York who could bring a smile to Spot’s face, even after Spot scolded him time and time again for being out too late, or getting to comfortable in his territory.

Race was the only person who could make Spot Conlon blush and hide his face. He was the only person who could wrap an arm around the other boy and pull him close without getting a swift punch to the jaw. He was the only one who made Spot have feelings that terrified him to his very core. Spot had never even had time to consider the possibility of a romantic relationship with girl, let alone a boy. So to have Race at his side more often than not was definitely something that took getting used to. And the physical contact, boy, that was a whole different story.

The newsies of Brooklyn were affectionate enough with each other, sure, but it was nothing to how the Manhattan boys acted. Spot had visited Manhattan enough times to know that those boys had long abandoned personal space, and Race was no exception. Spot had long become accustomed to Race’s hands on him in some way, shape, or form, always wishing for something more than Race could give him, but he would settle for the simple touches if he could have nothing more.

The one problem about having Race in Brooklyn all the time was that he was starting to get comfortable with some of Spot’s boys. He had started hanging around with a group around his age, challenging them to games of cards and even bringing some of them down to Sheepshead to bet on races. Spot was fine with it (he wasn’t a child, okay?), but he had to admit that sometimes he missed having Race clinging to only his arm as they strolled around Brooklyn late at night. He missed knowing that Race was nearby and safe. That’s it. He didn’t miss Race giving him attention. He didn’t miss analyzing Race’s actions late at night as he lay in bed to see if there was any possibility Race felt the same way about him. Of course not.

On this particular evening Spot was sitting by himself outside of a closed flower shop, his fingers closed around a cigarette he had bummed off of a passerby earlier that day. He wasn’t much of a smoker, but as he sat basking in the orange hue of the sunset, a million thoughts running through his head, the smoke passing through his lips managed to calm him slightly.

He didn’t know where Race was, only that he was somewhere in Brooklyn. He had seen him cross the bridge this morning, but hadn’t made a move to greet the other boy, assuming he would be back later for his near-daily visit. It had been two days since Spot had last even shared a word with Race, and the last time they spoke, it was a simple “Hello” passed between them as Race rushed over to his selling spot, having overslept and started his day late. Spot hated to admit to any sort of weakness, feeling it would threaten his position in the Brooklyn hierarchy, but the dull ache he felt in his chest when Race didn’t appear in the next hour was hard to ignore.

Spot had a gut feeling that Race was with some other Brooklyn newsies, off doing who knows what, and he told himself it was fine. Race was allowed to be with whomever he wished to be with. It just annoyed Spot that Race wasn’t making the trip over the bridge for just him anymore.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Spot closed his eyes as he felt the smoke burn in his lungs. He couldn’t let these thoughts get the best of him. Jealousy, in his opinion, was dangerous and ugly. Nothing good could come of it. It was jealousy that had dethroned the last two kings of Brooklyn. Those who were jealous of their power took them down, and the result wasn’t pretty. Spot didn’t plan to let feelings of envy take over his life like it took over theirs, but damnit— it was hard not to feel like Race had been stolen from him.

‘No!’ Spot scolded himself, pinching his cigarette so hard that it crumbled into two pieces in his hands. ‘I’m not jealous.’

He wasn’t. He wasn’t.

About 20 minutes more passed, but Spot didn’t move from the curb in front of the store. He chose instead to sit and enjoy the moments he had away from the typical bustling streets. Though there were still several people out and about on the streets adjacent from him, Spot’s position was nicely isolated, and it gave him plenty of room to stretch out his legs and attempt to distract himself from thinking of Race, like some sort of love-sick little girl.

As soon as he began contemplating returning back to the lodging house and collapsing onto his bed, he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He turned around quickly to see who his visitor was, his eyes widening slightly before he had to force himself to hide a small smile. He wouldn’t admit that he was happy to see Racetrack standing in front of him, his clothes looking slightly rumpled and face slightly dirty from a long day of selling, but nevertheless he stood alert in front of the King of Brooklyn, giving a small nod of his head as a form of greeting.

Spot let a few moments of silence pass so he could get over his initial shock at seeing the boy in front of him again, his stomach doing a few flips and his heartbeat picking up as he thought of the right thing to say. Race seemed to be in a similar position as him, aware that the interaction was most likely going to be awkward.

“You ain’t been around in a while.” Spot finally commented, trying to keep his voice casual and ambiguous. He squinted at Race as the last of the sun’s light disappeared behind a building.

Race looked guilty as he shrugged and kicked his foot awkwardly against the ground. “Yeah I guess I haven’t.”

Silence passed between the two for a long, painful moment. Spot was waiting for some sort of explanation that Race clearly wasn’t about to give him.

“You know it’s a privilege that I let you on my turf, right?” Spot asked seriously. Race looked up at him quickly, more guilt passing onto his face at the other boy’s words.

“Y-yeah. Yes. I know.” He responded quietly, the hands in his pockets fidgeting. “I wasn’t tryna take advantage of you or nothin’.” He added quickly, eyes widening as he considered the possibility of Spot taking away his ability to come to Brooklyn. Spot didn’t answer, only staring at Race with an unreadable expression on his face. The shorter boy winced, racking his brain for the right way to tell Spot that he’d been avoiding him so he didn’t do anything stupid, like get too attached and accidentally let it slip that he wanted Spot’s lips on his and his hands in places that were considered too sinful to mention.

“I’m sorry.” Race mumbled, knowing he sounded pathetic and incompetent, but he was clueless on how else to relate to the other boy in that moment. Half of him was hoping that Spot would drop the whole thing and send him home without another word. The other half was hoping Spot would keep talking to him so they could mend the awkward moment between them and possibly reconnect like they used to.

The universe must have heard Race’s thoughts because Spot spoke up again. “For what?”

Scratch that. All of Race wanted Spot to drop it now. “For… avoidin’ you, n’ stuff.” He muttered, frustrated and embarrassed that he couldn’t tell Spot the real reason he was sorry. He couldn’t just admit that Spot was all he thought about. If he thought he’d get banished from Brooklyn before, it’d be nothing compared to what Spot would do to him if he acted upon his wrong feelings.

Spot seemed to soak in his words for a minute, looking off into the descending sun with a bitter expression on his face. He didn’t want to sound desperate but, damnit, he wanted answers. He just wanted to know why Race was slowly leaving him behind. Spot had fought long and hard for everything he had, and losing Race would feel like losing one of his prized possessions.

“Why’re you gone so often?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady, not wanting to reveal that he was extremely eager to hear the answer.

A pause. “I have other friends too.”

Race didn’t mean it as an insult in any way, and Spot knew this, but nevertheless, it angered him.

“I don’t let you on my turf to make friends. I let you in here so you’s can sell at Sheepshead. Not hang around with my boys when they’s supposed to be workin’.” Spot snapped, finally looking back at Race with a nasty glare, his arms crossed defensively across his chest.

Race, ever the smart ass in the wrong situations, replied quickly, “How come it’s okay when you and I do it?”

Spot rolled his eyes, groaning in frustration. Race should consider himself lucky that Spot didn’t punch him right there right then. “It’s okay because… because…” He seemed to grow more and more frustrated as the proper words wouldn’t come to him. Race only stared at him. “It’s because I’m in charge. And having you here is good for… business.” Was all Spot could say, grimacing at the weakness of his own statement. His heart was telling him that now was the perfect time to truly claim Race as his own, to drag him back to some secluded corner and show them what they could do while no one was around, but his brain was sending rapid “ABORT MISSION” signals through his whole body, successfully drowning out his taboo thoughts.

Race seemed to deflate a little, a disappointed look passing onto his face. “Oh. Right.” He replied softly, looking down at his shoes. “I can just, uh, I’ll just sell n’ go home from here on out.”

Spot didn’t answer, simply looking at Race with his stereotypical cool expression he used as a mask to hide everything he truly felt. He had to let Race walk away. Though Race was his his first friend, his first crush, his first weakness, he had to let this go. It was never gonna happen, and he wasn’t expecting it to. He was prepared to stuff his feelings back into the back of his mind where they belonged.

So when Race suddenly leaned forward and kissed him square on the mouth, he wasn’t exactly what one would call “ready”. It was a hard, brief kiss. One that left Spot frozen, lips slightly parted and eyes wide. Race pulled back as quickly as he had moved forward and looked as if he had surprised even himself at what he had just done. 

Neither boy spoke.

Race seemed to be bracing himself for the worst, grimacing slightly at Spot’s lack of reaction. Spot, on the other hand, was going through an inner war, his body telling him to grab Race and kiss him like there was no tomorrow but his mind telling him to stop and figure out if any of this was even real or some crazy dream he was having in his room. There was no way Racetrack Higgins just kissed him.

“I’m sorry.” Race suddenly blurted out, blush evident on his cheeks and running down his neck. He began backing up, his eyes never leaving Spot’s but his body turning as if he were about to book it out of their secluded corner. “I’m sorry.” He repeated, and with that he made a move to quickly exit the alley, turning and managing to get one step in before Spot was grabbing his wrist and turning him back around.

Race didn’t even have time to ask what Spot was doing before the other boy was asking him “Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Why did you kiss me?”

Race stared at him, shocked. “Why?” He repeated dumbly, suddenly acutely aware of how hard Spot was gripping his wrist and how close his face was to his own. “I… don’t know.” He said quietly, completely unsure of if Spot was going to kill him or not.

Spot only glared at him, still not releasing his wrist. “You makin’ fun of me?” He demanded, not afraid to twist Race’s arm and break it in one swift motion if he had to. He may think the world of Race, but if the other boy was going to play him like he meant nothing, he was not going to let it slide. No one played Spot Conlon.

“What? No!” Race yelped, sucking in a breath as Spot’s grip on his arm tightened. “Spot I wasn’t… I’m not makin’ fun of you!”

“Then why did you kiss me?!” Spot repeated, the sudden desperation in his voice surprising the shorter boy and causing him to shrink down. His eyes darted around to see if anyone else was around, making sure that this very private conversation was not being heard by any average citizen. Most of them already looked down upon newsies in the first place, so seeing two of them— two boys at that— having an intimate moment would surely mean dire consequences.

“I said I was sorry, okay?” Race hissed, wanting nothing more than to melt down onto the pavement below and sink into a drain, never to be seen again. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

“You ain’t got no reason?” Spot countered, still maintaining his threatening hold on the other boy’s arm.

“No! Just let me go. I’m goin’ back to Manhattan. I won’t come here no more.” Race mumbled, trying to pull his wrist away, only to be met with firm resistance.

“I’ll let you go soon as you tell me why you kissed me.”

Race stopped resisting Spot’s hold to look up at him, embarrassment rushing through his body. If Spot’s goal was to humiliate him, he was doing a fine job. He took a deep breath before angrily saying, “I wanted to, okay? I’ve wanted to for a while. You happy? Now let me go.”

Spot couldn’t hide the smile that suddenly appeared on his face. He felt as if an enormous weight had just been lifted off of is shoulders and thrown away. His face heated up and his heart rate excelled once again. Racetrack Higgins had just kissed him because he wanted to. He wanted to.

“Spot.” Race pleaded, tugging at his wrist once more. “Please.”

It was then that Spot recognized the frightened quiver in Race’s voice and he immediately snapped back into reality, blinking once or twice before loosening his grip on Race’s wrist, allowing the other boy to pull it away.

“I’m leavin’.” Race whispered, quickly walking towards the opposite end of the street, back toward the bridge. Spot knew that if he crossed it now, he would never come back. He watched Race’s retreating figure for a moment before blurting out,

“Don’t!”

Race stopped in his tracks, turning around to face Spot once more, looking more confused than ever. “What?”

Spot could only shake his head, his lips slightly parted as he walked forward the few steps it took to get back into Race’s face. He grabbed Race’s shirt and and held it tightly. “Don’t leave.”

Race narrowed his eyes at him, though Spot didn’t miss the way his breath caught as soon as Spot was in his personal space once more. “W-Why?”

“What, you’s just gonna leave after plantin’ one on me?” Spot asked, trying to be confident despite the heat rising to his cheeks.

“I ain’t stayin’ here just to get soaked. Forget it ever happened, okay?” Race snapped, though he made no move to escape Spot’s new hold. “Spot.” He repeated, looking up at him when he didn’t release his hands. There was a new look in Spot’s eyes, one full of warmth and adoration instead of his usual suspicious and dark glare. He simply stared at Race, shaking his head once more before closing the distance between them by pulling Race forward by his shirt.

As soon as Race felt Spot’s lips ghost over his once more, he squeezed his eyes shut in order to not pass out in the middle of the street. Spot wanted him to stay. This was happening. He was going to kiss him and-

All of the sudden Spot pulled away, his lips never quite meeting Race’s. Instead he stood up straight and looked around sharply, his head turning side to side. Race’s own eyes snapped open and he simply stood in Spot’s hold with a questioning look in his eyes. He barely managed to get out a “What are you…” before Spot was dragging him back into a more secluded corner, one completely missed by the streets beside them and pulled him close once more.

Race opened his mouth to ask the same question as before, but Spot only shushed him and said “I didn’t want anyone to see.”

And with that, he surged forward, finally kissing Race, their noses bumping and bodies entangling with one another, Race’s hands shooting up to grip Spot’s biceps as Spot’s held the sides of his face.

It felt as if Race’s whole body was on fire as Spot kissed him hard and deep, grabbing some of his hair and tilting his head back slightly. It was anything but an innocent first kiss. It was full of two years of hidden feelings, tension, and secret, dirty thoughts that neither boy would have ever thought were capable of coming true. Spot kissed him as if he was admitting every thought he had ever had, biting at Race’s lips as Race succumbed to his touch.

Race moaned softly into Spot’s mouth as their tongues met, seeming only to drive the other boy into further madness. The hand that was tangled in Race’s hair moved down to his collar, yanking it aside (Race swore he heard some buttons rip off and hit the pavement) and beginning to kiss around Race’s jaw and down his neck. The shorter boy let him, tilting his head back and trying not to squeal with delight. For nights upon nights he had dreamed of Spot’s lips on him and the actual sensation was better than any imaginary scenario he could have ever created.

As Spot’s hands began to wander further and further downwards, Race grew hotter and hotter, pushing himself forward so he could be closer to the boy holding him. He could feel Spot marking his skin up with bruises that he surely would have to explain to the boys back home with some excuse, but he didn’t care. Spot’s hands wandered from his back, to his abdomen, to his waist, and finally to—

“Oh my god.” Race whimpered, pulling Spot’s head back up to kiss him harshly as Spot’s hand pressed up against a place that would surely have Race falling to pieces in a few moments. Spot pulled back slightly to smile, his hands suddenly at Race’s waistband, desperately undoing the buttons at the top. Their eyes met and suddenly they were aware of the intimacy of the moment, blush rising on both of their cheeks. Spot’s hands hesitated when he finally got Race’s pants open. He looked at him shyly, a silent question of ‘Is this okay?’

Race could only nod vigorously, bringing Spot back to kiss him once more. He could feel the other boy smiling against his lips, and soon his hand was sliding past Race’s pants and he was breathing two words against the boy’s neck.

“You’re mine.”

#lol im so tired does this suck? #probably #malwrites #spraced out #sprace #sprace fanfiction #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies slash #mine #answered

[allegretttto]

I’m on my p*riod and listening to sad music so it’s the perfect time to vent real quick don’t mind me

I’m gonna be really honest about some really personal stuff and it might get a little........ controversial.  By now I’m sure all of you know that I’m painfully single atm and being this lonely is tearing me up inside.  I honestly feel like I’ve got no personality left.  And lately I’ve been really stressed out because of someone who’s come into my life quite recently.

Obviously I won’t name drop.  I work with him quite often, and he’s super sweet to me and we flirt and joke around and just genuinely enjoy each other’s company, but the thing is that he recently got promoted to a position that would create a conflict of interest work-wise.  Simply put, he’s more or less my boss, or more accurately my supervisor.  For a while this was no big deal but as I said, lately things uh.. put some stress on our relationship.

I’m just gonna lay it out.  We’re not dating, but we are seeing each other in a way that would get us fired.  Very fired.  Well.  I say ‘seeing’ as if it’s a regular thing, it was only once, but since then he’s opened up to me about some personal shit and it’s really eating me up inside.  He’s struggling with people in his past and he doesn’t know what he wants or how he feels and I’m not in love with him but god damnit I wanna be there for him but that would just make him feel so much worse cos he’s terrified that I’ll get attached to him.  We were supposed to go on a date tonight--well, last night, it’s past midnight--if things went well with some errands he had, but he hasn’t even texted me at all.  I know he doesn’t want me to worry about him--he made that very clear--but fuck man he’s my friend and if my friend isn’t happy I can’t sleep until I know things are ok.

We’re both in complete agreement about the whole “no strings attached” thing we have, which is great, but even if he has a hard time expressing himself, he’s made it super clear that he’s terrified he’ll hurt me, and all this just because I’m “too nice” to him.  He explicitly said it would be so much easier if I was just a complete douchebag to him.  That I shouldn’t care.  And I’m trying not to.  Kind of.  Ok I’m not trying at all.  I can’t help being nice.  But if he needs space, which he said he does, I’ll give him that.  I’ll let him message me first.�� But now I’m just.  Fuck man.  I made him feel like shit.  I really did, and I didn’t even know it.  And I just don’t know what to do.

He’d shit himself if he knew I was crying over him like the fucking moron I am.  He’d never speak to me again, or at least never outside the context of work.  I know I can’t help everyone, but I just wanna help him so much.  I want to help him relax a little, help him forget, stop hurting so much.  He’s a really sweet person, and as far as I know, he doesn’t deserve to go through this kind of shit.  

I don’t know.  I don’t know what to do, I don’t know if I should just forget all this happened, I don’t know if I should forget everything about him, his words, his smile, his laugh, his accent, everything, and just pretend I’ve never even considered him outside work in my life.  Maybe it was all just a dream.  I don’t know.  I just hope he can stop hurting soon.

#I'll shut up now #don't hate me for this I'm human #also I care way too much for my own good apparently #all the more reason to just fucking shoot my brains out i fucking guess #*gets shot in spanish*

[coffeesforfuckers]

Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Three

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 3: Three: I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He's Kind of Cute?

Dallon

I lay sprawled out across my bed, I don’t know why I can’t sleep but I’m just wired. Probably just too much coffee? I’m scrolling through my phone while Spencer, Jon and Ryan all slept.

My phone dings with a new message and I check the notification.

New message from: Retrieving…

I tap it and Kik opens.

I have one new message from someone by the name of BeeboBreadbin . What the fuck? I’m intrigued.

BeeboBreadbin: What’s your favorite animal and why?

Who the fuck is this dude? And is he okay?

Dal-Do: What is this? School??

Dal-Do: The flamingo cause it’s gay I guess?

This person has my full attention and I know I’m not getting any sleep tonight.

BeeboBreadbin: Wtf??? Is your user a fucking play on the word dildo??

BeeboBreadbin: Kinky

Dal-Do: I know I am thanks

Dal-Do: How’d you get my kik?

Dal-Do: I’m is confuse

BeeboBreadbin: Nice Engli dude

BeeboBreadbin: It was on tumblr and I’m bored

BeeboBreadbin: Or should I say

BeeboBreadbin: I’m is bored

Dal-Do: Fuk off

Dal-Do: You just want this dick

BeeboBreadbin: I’m not against it

BeeboBreadbin: WHat do you look like btw?

I contemplate showing this random guy that literally found my account on Tumblr, of all places, what I look like. I mean it couldn’t hurt really to just show him what I look like, but I mean... I don’t even know what I mean. I’m too tired to think.

Dal-Do: /Image Attached/

Dal-Do: Sorry, I was really drunk in this pic but like thats the most recent I have of just myself and it’s too dark for a good one.

BeeboBreadbin: Def want that dick fmu

BeeboBreadbin: Like you’re hot as fuck help

BeeboBreadbin: /Image Attached/

BeeboBreadbin: Teach me ur wayz plz

BeeboBreadbin: *Cries*

Dal-Do: Wtf??? You’re so hot??? I’m??? Sobbing????

Dal-Do: Pls don’t show me ur god face anymore

Dal-Do: So sexi

Dal-Do: I met you like ten mins ago… I need to chill

Dal-Do: My gay just couldn’t help but slip out

BeeboBreadbin: Pls slip ur gay into my ass

BeeboBreadbin: I need help

BeeboBreadbin: Gonna go drink bleach brb

BeeboBreadbin: Gotta go drwon the cringe

BeeboBreadbin: Drown*

Dal-Do: My name’s Dallon btw

Dal-Do: I realized that rn my name is dildo and I don’t want ur hotness to think I’m a dildo

BeeboBreadbin: I’m Brendon

BeeboBreadbin: Not Brandon

BeeboBreadbin: Call me Brandon and I’ll fucking cut you

BeeboBreadbin: /Image Attached/

BeeboBreadbin: See

Dal-Do: Yes, I am so scared of a forehead with a knife, /Brandon/

BeeboBreadbin: I’LL CUT YOU!

Dal-Do: Sure you will

Dal-Do: If anything you’ll want my gay inside u

BeeboBreadbin: You right

BeeboBreadbin: I’m always a slut for a walking dildo

Dal-Do: I’m always a slut for a walking forehead

BeeboBreadbin: Bitch.

Damnit, this kid is actually really funny and he’s pretty fucking hot if I do say so myself. Even with a forehead bigger than his shitty bowl-cut, he was pretty fucking cute. Shit, what was I even thinking? I just met this kid.

Patrick

I felt bad, I was basically using Pete but even for someone as sloppy as him, he was really a fun person to have as a fuck buddy. He was hot as hell, rough, kinky and there were no strings attached! Perfect.

I know it’s fucked up but I’m not out and I’m the biggest commitment phobe on the planet. Yes, I understand that I’m problematic.

For once, I’m the first one awake. It’s only about six in the morning but I was wide awake. Pete squirms in his sleep, mumbling something. He talked in his sleep a lot, most of it was just incoherent mumbles and others were clear, mostly him muttering something to his mother or a friend.

I’m on my phone, checking all my notifications and such, texting some friends and writing down some lyrics.

“Patrick.” I hear and nearly jump out of my skin, I turn to find Pete sound asleep in the nearby bed.

“Yeah?” I raise my brow.

“Lay with me.” He murmurs sleepily.

“Um, What?” I choke in utter shock, this was probably the most crazy thing he’d said.

“Please, baby?” I feel the same itch that runs through my body when I’m in a relationship and begin to get jittery, needing to get out.

“Uh, I-I’m… P-Pete? I’m- er, uh, not…” I stammer out anxiously.

His words come out incoherent now and I know I can’t keep doing this anymore…

Pete

I am falling madly in love with Patrick Stump.

This is so bad.

I knew that Patrick won’t ever love me he’s not like that. He tells me all the time, he’s not the ‘forever with you’ type, he’s the ‘hump and dump’ type. It baffles me.

He’s so careful with everybody and everything, not wanting to upset anyone and yet this little ball of happiness is the biggest fucking slut on the face of the earth.

Damn, I want to hate him.

But, who could hate Patrick Stump .

Alex

The room was dim, light seeping in through the old smashed windows and the cracks in the old chipped wood of the abandoned wooden cabin Some light also poured in through the cracks and holes in the ceiling. The cabin was old, rotten, gross and falling to pieces but it was ours . And that’s all that mattered.

Hs fingers run through my somewhat long hair, his forehead pushed firmly to mine, the tips of our noses brushing. Our legs were tangled around each other as we sat across from each other on the ground.

“Lex?” I can feel his warm breath caress my lips.

“Yes, boo?” I coo back softly.

“So, um… What…” He pauses, pulling his head back from mine, “What are we?”

“Alive.” I reply with a coy smile, leaning in to kiss him again but he moves back, detangling himself from me. He seems frustrated by my reply.

“You know what I mean, Alex.” He grumbles, using my full name.

“I don’t know? We’re just friends that are like… More than friends but… Less than lovers… You know?” I let out a shaky breath and an awkward frown.

“No, Alex.” He huffs, “I don’t know.” He stands and starts to pace, “We’re either dating or somebody's being used.”

“It’s not like that! I just don’t want labels and people like, knowing!  I like our secret , Jack. I love this .” I frown sadly.

“I don’t ‘ love this ’. I want to hold your hand, kiss you, touch you, love you, wherever and whenever I can. I want to scream my love from the rooftops because, I love you, Alex . You never say it back but I’m fucking madly in love with you and you know it, Alex.” Jack tosses his hands in the air, “I don’t want to be a dirty little secret anymore, Alexander.” I wince at him using my full-on first name.

I let out a soft sigh, “I’m not ready for that… I like how we already are…” My voice cracks with desperation.

“I’m not doing this anymore.” He shakes his head and I feel my heart start to sink, “I’m done… I want to be something that you're proud to call yours.”

I swallow hard, “Wha-... What are you trying to say, Jacky…?” I’m trembling.

“We’re done. This… Is done.” He looks me dead in the eyes as he shoots his words like daggers into me. I let out a sob and then I can’t stop, shaking violently and bawling my eyes out. Jack shakes his head at my tears, turning to leave.

“I love you, Jack!” The words I’d neglected to say for so long finally spilled from me, my voice leaking emotion that spilled over the room.

“Well, you’re too late.”

And he’s gone.

Dallon

I’d been talking with Brendon for about two, almost three, weeks but I already knew this kid was something special. All of my friends were extremely concerned with how attached to this random stranger I’ve become.

BeeboBreadbin: Dallon

BeeboBreadbin: Dal

BeeboBreadbin: Dal-Do

BeeboBreadbin: Yo!!! Dildo!!! Fucking reply damnit!!!!!!!

BeeboBreadbin: The forehead is gonna come stab ya ass

BeeboBreadbin: (With this dick!!!!)

Dal-Do: Pls do

BeeboBreadbin: Dildo! You’re back!!

Dal-Do: And gayer than ever!! ;)

BeeboBreadbin: Fuckin’ gayyy

Dal-Do: You know it

BeeboBreadbin: Wanna see my new room decoration?? (It not for indended use btw)

Dal-Do: Yus, send (n00ds) pls

BeeboBreadbin: Those come later

BeeboBreadbin: /Image Attached/

Dal-Do: IS THAT A /GLASS/ FUCKING DILDO!!!???

BeeboBreadbin: Yee! (Not for anal use I swear)

BeeboBreadbin: I named it Dallon <3

Dal-Do: What an honor it is to be shoved up your ass, /Brandon/

BeeboBreadbin: >:(

BeeboBreadbin: It’s decoration

BeeboBreadbin: /Image Attached/

BeeboBreadbin: On tha Pianooo

Dal-Do: Urielectric?

BeeboBreadbin: ???

BeeboBreadbin: O shit that thing

BeeboBreadbin: I do the musics and that’s what my studio (aka my friend’s basement) is called.

Dal-Do: You don’t live with your fam?

BeeboBreadbin: Nah, they kicked me out cause I’m a bi atheist

Dal-Do: A Gaytheist?

BeeboBreadbin: Y

BeeboBreadbin: E

BeeboBreadbin: S

Dal-Do: Relatable

BeeboBreadbin: /Image Attached/

Dal-Do: WHaT ArE U doInG WIth uR LEg!?!?!!????!!!

Dal-Do: Are those leather pants!???!!!

Dal-Do: You fuckin’ SL00TE!!

Dal-Do: ANd ThoSE BOOtS??!!

Dal-Do: ARE YOU A FUCKING STRIPPER??!!!???!!

BeeboBreadbin: Only for u, boo ;)

Dal-Do: That’s gay

BeeboBreadbin: Yep, That’s me

Dal-Do: THAT’S SO RAVEN!!!!!!

BeeboBreadbin: Bitch you cheating on me with Raven Simone

Dal-Do: We ain’t even dating tf?

BeeboBreadbin: Damnit

BeeboBreadbin: My Plot

BeeboBreadbin: FOILED!

BeeboBreadbin: *Sobbing*

Dal-Do: That was fucking lammmmeeeeee!

BeeboBreadbin: Just like you

Dal-Do: /Image Attached/

Dal-Do: Gon fite u

BeeboBreadbin: Ooo!! Sweati and Sexi!!!

Dal-Do: Damn right hoe

Dal-Do: You better fucking enjoy that pic!!

Dal-Do: Everybody thinks I’m a psycho from running around first to get all sweaty and then taking fucking weird ass pics of myself while running.

BeeboBreadbin: That’s hawwttt!!!

BeeboBreadbin: I’d lick you, bro (Full Homo)

Dal-Do: Wtf??? Lmao, you’re fucked up

BeeboBreadbin: You rite

BeeboBreadbin: I is

BeeboBreadbin: Fuck I gtg, ttyl

Dal-Do: Awe ;,( come back soon

I frown and toss my phone to the side. May as well go see what everybody else is doing for once.

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