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zwedexx · 2 months

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AWFC x English-Italian Reader - Chapter 2

Summary: Reader is dealing with the effects of their concussion

TW: concussion, alcohol, maybe depression

WC: 1232

A/N: Sorry for taking ages, i was productive today so here is chapter 2. Do i hate it.. kinda. also to make it clear, the reader takes more medication than needed because they forgot they were taking them due to memory loss. also if you wanna chat abt anything i've written, my asks are always open. Also not proof read

It has only gone downhill since your conversation with Leah. You were only able to talk to her because the effects of the medications they had used to stabilize you hadn’t fully worn off yet. But once they did, the doctors refused to give you more. You weren’t new to concussions, and you knew that they weren’t going to give you anything because they needed to monitor your symptoms, but the pain had never been this bad. The smallest amount of light or sound would make it feel as though you were being stabbed right through your frontal lobe.

Your teammates tried to help by being there for you, but they were doing everything but helping. They would always seem to make your pain worse, and you hated it. There was a big part of you there that wanted your chosen family to be there right by your side, to make you feel better like they had last year when you got COVID. But you couldn’t take them right now. It hurt you too much to tell them to their face, so you had the nurses and medical staff prevent them from visiting you.

The only good thing to come from your self-imposed isolation was that none of them knew of your diagnosis.

“I don’t want you to get too alarmed, but based on your current symptoms and seizure, it’s looking ever more likely that it will be too dangerous to continue playing football.” The doctor had informed you once that you were able to communicate without being in total agony.

You stayed silent; you did know what to say.

“It's not a definite conclusion, but we have to consider the severity of your symptoms and the potential risks involved,” the doctor continued. “We will monitor your condition closely, but I want you to understand that there's a real possibility that returning to the game could pose serious health risks, both in the short and long term.”

You stayed silent, absorbing the weight of the doctor's words.

The doctor's words felt like an assault on your very existence. Football wasn't just a game; it was your lifeblood, the essence of who you were. It was the only thing keeping you going at times.

Only a few days before Christmas were you discharged from the hospital. All the older teammates offered you a place to stay. Viv and Beth were the first.

"Look, I know you might not want to burden anyone, but we're a team. We look out for each other," Beth said, concern etched on her face as she walked beside you.

“Our guest room is always open to you." Viv continued

Leah had offered the same. And you gave them all the same bullshit story.

“Guys, I’ll be fine. My parents are coming to take care of me. They’ll be here tomorrow. Go enjoy your holidays.”

“If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to ask. We’re all here for you if you need us.” Kim said.

Part of you really wanted their help. Part of you wished they would force you to stay at their houses. But the part that was against it was stronger.

When you finally got home, there was no one waiting for you. You sort of chuckled to yourself. Your parents were never going to come take care of you, but your teammates didn’t know that. Your parents weren’t bad people, but you hadn’t left it off on the best of terms. It all started when you were young, you hung out with the ‘wrong kind of people’, you got into a lot of trouble, and you did bad things. As young as 13, you would go out late at night with your friends and sneak into abandoned buildings or construction sites to drink and smoke. In your mind, these were the nights of your life. Your parents were quite absent from your life; they were far more interested in their businesses and enterprises, and those people took an interest in you. They wanted you around; they could make you feel like you belonged.

It took you being arrested for being drunk, disorderly, and almost OD’ing for them to figure out you’d been sneaking out for over a year. That was the first time you’d really disappointed them.

Only a few months later, you’d disappoint them again after you had taken up drinking again, this time with a new group of people. That’s when they started to realize that you might be the problem.

The final nail in the coffin came when you decided to sign with Arsenal. Your parents couldn’t understand why you’d ever do such a thing. They only saw it as another stupid mistake to add to your long list. They could have stopped you, but at that point, they didn’t care anymore. Only a week after you’d signed, they’d fully moved to Milan.

The first few days at home were fine; at least that’s what you thought. You were on track, you took your medications every day, and you didn’t put too much strain on yourself. You ate healthy and went on walks. You were ready to do anything to get back to the sport you loved. Anything.

It was the day before Christmas Eve when you realized your 10-day supply of medications was almost done. You couldn’t believe it; you had taken the correct amount every day, or at least that’s what you remembered.

You thought you could do it. You thought you could make it through the holidays without medication, but you were wrong—so very wrong. The days stretched out in a seemingly never-ending cycle of pain. The relentless headaches intensified, and you weren’t able to cope with the unmedicated effects of a concussion this severe.

You tried to reach out to the pharmacy, hoping for an early refill or something to manage your symptoms, but the holidays meant it was closed. You debated calling your teammates, even getting as close as dialing Beth’s number, but as the phone rang, you second-guessed your decision. What would you say? How were you going to tell them you had lied to them and, due to your stupidity, had put yourself in another predicament.

It wasn’t long after you made that call that the isolation and pain became far too much. Over the past few days, thoughts of turning to an old friend returned.

You were Italian; by nature, there was always a bottle of something in your house; it had never tempted you until now. Football was always there, replacing it in a way nothing had ever done for you. But that solace has been taken from you now. The promise of a temporary escape from all the pain was undeniable.

You hesitated, holding the bottle in your hand. You uncapped the bottle, and the scent of grappa, your common poison of choice, wafted through the air. You took a sip, surrendering to the pain.

The first sip was sharp, with the burn racing down your throat and the warmth quickly spreading through your chest. The level in the bottle dropped steadily, and with it, the pain was momentarily forgotten. With each passing moment, the effect intensified.

It wasn’t long before you were free. You felt nothing and were worried about nothing. You knew you could be putting both your concussion and alcohol recovery in danger, but you didn’t care anymore.

#woso #women's football #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #women's soccer #woso fanfics #beth mead #leah williamson #vivianne miedema #katie mccabe #kim little

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raapija · 11 months

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Käärijä's Veikkaus interview, 5.5.2023

Ten Questions For Käärijä

In this interview Vantaa's most famous bowl-cut Jere Pöyhönen tells, how he thinks about his Käärijä-named alter ego and why he would sometime want to "whack" Käärijä. Furthermore, he reveals his embarrassing vice - and reminds you that in every one of us there lives a tiny Jesus.

Q1: Why do you have such a funny haircut?

"When I was in junior high, I got a bowl-cut during a break. It was on a whim. There were us two boys, who did it, and we rocked with the bowl-cuts. I've always been whimsical, a guy, who is easy to provoke. I like to try things, and I've never really been embarrassed by anything. We had a few friend groups in Vantaa, with who I hung out with, and I was always the clown in the group. I like to make others laugh and I also like to laugh at myself. The others laughed with me, not at me - or that's atleast what I like to believe!"

Q2: So, Vantaa - you're a born and bred Vantaa-citizen. What does Vantaa mean to you?

"Quite a lot actually. I think that Vantaa is an under-dog kinda place. It reflected, for example, in hockey, which I used to play a lot. When we played against Espoo, it had emotion! The deal is, in fact, that Vantaa-people hate people from Espoo! [laughter] People from Vantaa are somehow more real than Espoo-citizens or people from Helsinki, more honest. If a Vantaa-person doesn't have money, then for fuck's sake they don't have money, they won't try to hide it, like Espoo-people do. Indeed, Vantaa is the place to be. Or at least the Tikkurila hoods, Myyrmäki on the other hand... We totally aren't any kind of a big and happy family in Vantaa. [laughter] East- and West-Vantaa are completely different things, kinda like the Bronx and Brooklyn. Actually I'm from Ruskeasanta, and for example Ruskeasanta's or 'Rusa' 's Shell (a gas station) has been a significant place in my life. We used to go there with friends on our mopeds and drink coffee and tea, fool around, bully vocational school students."

Q3: Wait a minute, you've gone to vocational school, too, but you aren't a student who drives around Tikkurila, around the local blocks?

"I haven't really driven there, maybe a couple times. But I haven't been serious about it in that way. I've never been a car-person, more of a moped-person, and that moped I liked more to tune and decorate, than to drive. I painted, tuned and tinkered with it. I, for example, melted Legos on the covering so I could get more plastic on them - no-one could ever guess, what color moped I'd come to school with."

"In my opinion, vocational school was more of a lifestyle than one going to vocational school. Students drove from gas station to gas station and went to Jumbo (a mall) with driving gloves on. I would rather stay at home to sleep and play Habbo Hotel. Sometimes I'd go to meets (meeting organized by youth to come show off their mopeds), and those were fun, but to those, too, we went with a few friends to laugh at the other dudes. [laughter] If I would now go to Rusa's Shell, I hope people would react to me positively. I'm still nevertheless on their side.

Q4: What kind of memories do you have from Vantaa's Tulisuudelma (a pub, restaurant and music venue)?

"There I didn't go a lot. I was more often at Porkku (Pormestari, a nightclub that has since closed). The few times I was at Tulisuudelma, I sang karaoke. Vesku's 'Hyvää Puuta', that was my favorite. But Porkku was, at least in my mind, Tikkurila's most popular bar. It was a bit like Pinkku (a restaurant called Pingviini), but the cooler guys went to Porkku. [laughter] Yeah, vocational school students went to Pinkku. It might be, that 'Cha Cha Cha' is about a night in Porkku. There I have my first bar-memories. It became my own little home, where all the friends in town came to."

"'Cha Cha Cha' represents dancing, and dancing represents freedom for me. That, that you have to be able to not be afraid to dance without thinking what the others think, even without drugs. You can see it as a drinking song also, I don't care about interpretations, but to me, it represents a lot more also. I want to encourage people to break free, because it's not about how well you can dance, it's about how you carry yourself. I'm not the most skilled singer, rapper or artist. But I believe in this thing, this madness, and I put 150 points on it. It creates the aesthetic, that he is just crazy and a star, even though really I'm just a regular dude from Vantaa."

Q5: The song lasts 2 minutes and 55 seconds. Because of those shy of a three minutes you'll soon go on a long trip abroad to perform. What does that feel like?

"As a thought it's damn crazy. How much work - hours, days, weeks, months - and then it's over. Those are probably my life's most important 2 minutes and 55 seconds. I think, that Käärijä is going on a little trip, does what he does best and it goes just the way it is meant to go. Everything doesn't even need to be so fucking thought out and perfect. It needs a bit of improv, my own style. Because I don't like to be bound."

Q6: You're a pop-star and many people have put a lot of money into your career. Isn't it inevitable, that in some way, you are bound?

"Yeah, that's exactly true. I've had had to work on that. I avoid it, when people tell me things and try to get me to do stuff, that I don't stand behind. It's been hard learning to say no, but it has been a necessary skill. Those people do see Käärijä as a product. It feels like a crazy thought - I'm like a walking billboard. But I'm a human and I have to do my own stuff, my own values, and not be with a note on my forehead saying 'buy this' or 'I'm selling this'."

"I've gone along with a couple things, but those have been the kind that benefit me. I want to rip out everything from those guys - the record label, ad-collabs and everything, and secure it that I'm not being fucked over. This is a rough business. People want a piece of Käärijä, which they can benefit from, so I have to be really alert. And not everything can be measured in wealth. For example, I've done stuff for charity."

Q7: Many of the stories about you are headlined "Jere from Vantaa", and that's the way you seem like: a nice basic dude. How does that nice basic dude handle all that hassle?

"At the beginning, not so well. I'm humble, and I still have a lot to learn about a certain type of roughness. You have to know your value and value yourself. Who am I, where do I belong, what do I want from life - I think about these and develop all the time. But it's not easy when the big bosses come to say how things are. Then you just have to stay tough and argue against them."

"The piss hasn't got up to my head, because I'm not 20 anymore. If all this had happened at that age, I would most definitely be an asshole. I can differentiate Jere from Käärijä. If on the streets someone films me, or someone sends me suggestive messages on instagram, I know that those are meant for Käärijä, not Jere. They don't really even know Jere, in a way."

"Jere sometimes wonders on red carpets abroad 'why am I here?'. It sometimes feels like a ridiculous circus show - even though I obviously enjoy it and value it. Byt my morals lie elsewhere. I don't appreciate people if they have some great job and money, that doesn't interest me at all. People shouldn't be seen as products, but people should be seen as people and appreciated the way they are. That's why it feels so weird when people go nuts sometimes about this Käärijä-thing, start to cry when they see me. In Madrid one guy fainted because they saw me! It was at the same time like wow, we had created something that had caused this kind of a reaction. But at the same time I think 'what the fuck just happened to you?'."

Q8: What sort of a relationship does Jere have with Käärijä?

"A really good one, mainly. We have a lot in common. In a way I'm a Käärijä-fan because I have to like the thing I'm doing, and in my mind we're making the best shit in Finland ever. But sometimes, when there's so much of this Käärijä-stuff, I'd like to whack that Käärijä: every time I come home and look in the mirror, there that bowl-cut is. Then I miss it, when I could go as Jere to the shop and be Jere to the people and not everyone would circle around Käärijä: how are you, how are you managing, how's the gigs, how's the music - fuck it. Let's talk about the weather!"

"Käärijä is also an armor. If someone asks to put on the bolero and go lay around for those photos, Käärijä will do it. Jere might not. With Käärijä I'm able and not afraid to do things. But the way that everyone right now wants to benefit from Käärijä, is of course sometimes heavy - and that's Käärijä's fault! He fucking did it! [laughter]"

Q9: If you could choose anyone to go in a sauna with, living or dead, who would you choose?

"That's a tough one. I'm a fan of Rammstein like crazy and I can relate to (the singer) Till Lindeman. But they say he's a really stiff guy. We probably wouldn't have a lot of conversation in the sauna..."

"If Jesus is really a real person in history, I'd maybe choose Jesus. I'd like to discuss with him: what all did he do, what kind of a guy he was. I'm really interested in that. Was he a regular fellow like all the rest of us?"

"I believe, that in all of us, there lives a tiny Jesus. I mean that I don't believe we're just a brain and a lump of meat. We're so much more. I don't necessarily mean supernatural things, but that there's something else, something that we can't reach with our level of consciousness. I don't believe in coincidences. There's always a reason why things go this or that way."

Q10: Do you have some secret or habit that you're embarrassed about so much that you wouldn't want to tell of it to anyone?

"I don't really have skeletons in my closet like that... Well, this is a bit dumb, but the thing that I'm sometimes afraid to do, is: I like to put ketchup on everything. I put ketchup in meat soup, too. Once I was in a fancy steak restaurant, a great steak in front of me, and I thought, damn I'd kill for some ketchup now. But there were people around, certain type of steak enthusiasts, that I couldn't do it, because people would've judged it really hard. Yeah, maybe it's about being from Vantaa! [laughter]"

Käärijä's make-up and hair: Tiia Loikkanen

Photography digitech: Pauli Boström

Photography: Ville Malja

Original writer: Jose Riikonen

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hqbaby · 8 months

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fourteen — somebody’s losing

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.6k content. swearing, mentions of pregnancy, rough sex, unprotected vaginal penetration

“Aren’t you coming, Oikawa?” Hinata asks, bag slung over his shoulder as he passes Oikawa at the entrance of the locker room. “Omi said he’s treating us to that new barbeque place.”

The setter shakes his head. “I’m meeting up with Y/N,” he sighs. “Haven’t hung out with her in a while.”

“Tell her hi for me please!” Atsumu says as he walks out of the room, climbing onto Hinata’s shoulder much to the younger boy’s dismay. “I was gonna visit her, but she said ya already had plans. She wasn’t feelin’ too good today.”

“Yeah, she mentioned that her stomach was acting up.” Oikawa nods. When Suna walks out of the locker room and waves goodbye to him, a mischievous smirk makes its way to Oikawa’s face. “Gee, what if she’s pregnant?”

Both Atsumu and Suna’s faces visibly pale.

Oikawa starts walking away, patting Atsumu’s shoulder as he keeps his eyes trained on Suna. “Hope you’re ready to be a father, man.”

You laugh into your hands when he tells you about it later in his dorm room. “You did not say that to them!”

“Of course I did!” He’s laughing along with you. “You should’ve seen their faces! Suna was about ready to throw up!”

“That’s so evil, Tooru!”

He throws his hands up and shrugs innocently. “Hey, I’m not the one fucking you.”

You groan, throwing your legs over his lap and reaching for the bag of chips in his hands. “Do we really have to talk about this?” you ask, popping a chip into your mouth. “I said I was sorry for fucking your teammates.”

Your best friend rolls his eyes. “And I said you need to stop apologizing because that’s totally not the point.”

“What is the point then?”

“I don’t know if these guys are a good idea, Y/N,” he tells you. “Atsumu’s extremely anal about volleyball, it’s actually ridiculous. And I know that because I’m just like him,” he adds before you can even say a word. “I just don’t see him being a good partner in a relationship.”

You sink into your spot on his bed. “I know that,” you say quietly. “But I’m not any different, you know, which kinda works out in our favor. I get him, he gets me. Tada!”

Oikawa flicks your forehead. “Are you actually thinking about being in a relationship with him?”

“Maybe?”

“Y/N.”

You huff. “I mean, yeah. Kinda.”

“What about Suna then?” he asks. “You said you’ve been fucking him for, what, a year? Why not him? It seems like he makes more sense between the two of them.”

“Do you want me to be with Rin?” you shoot back. “Mr. ‘It’s Just Sex’.”

“I’d rather you not be with either of them, but I know you, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’ve stuck with that guy for this long just because you like fucking him.”

“You’d be surprised,” you say. He just stares at you with a raised brow, unconvinced. You relent. “Okay! Fine! I may have had a tiny crush on him for a while. But he’s an asshole. Atsumu’s not.”

The words feel strange on your tongue. You know it’s the truth. You know that’s exactly how you feel, but it’s weird saying it out loud. Suna’s an asshole and you’ve always known that, no matter what you might have felt for him. You also know that Atsumu changes things a little. That having someone who actually cares about you and doesn’t want to keep you a secret makes a difference in the grand scheme of things.

And that’s the only difference that matters.

Oikawa puts his hand on your knee. “You’re gonna have to choose eventually,” he says. “It’s not fair to them, but more importantly, it’s not fair to you.”

A laugh slips from your lips. “There’s nothing to choose,” you tell him. “Atsumu’s good for me and Suna isn’t. Atsumu might actually fall in love with me and Suna won’t. Atsumu wants me and Suna doesn’t. There isn’t much of a decision for me to make, is there?”

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good. So fucking good.”

You’re on Suna’s bed, ass up as he fucks you from behind. Your head is pressed against his pillow, moaning as he moves at an unimaginable pace. “Rin! Right there! Oh fuck!”

His thrusts send the whole bed shaking. “Right here?” he asks, reaching a hand around your waist to play with your clit. “That feel good, baby?”

“So good, Rin!” Your hands grasp his sheets, searching for something, anything to ground you. “Rin, please! Please!” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, too fucked out to care. “R-Rin! Fuck!”

The room smells of sex and sweat, walls vibrating with the sounds of skin against skin, the wetness of your cunt, and Rin chanting your name as he feels you tighten around him. “You close, baby?” he asks.

You nod, eyes crossing as you get caught in a state of complete ecstasy. “Uh-uh!”

“You gonna come with me?”

“Uh-uh!”

His hand comes down on your ass as his thrusts grow stronger, deeper. “Come with me, babe.” He feels you clench him, the tightest he’s ever felt, the best he’s ever had. “Fuck!”

He comes inside of you as you scream his name into the mattress. You clutch the sheets and cream around him, moaning when he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Eventually, his thrusts become slower and more shallow as the two of you come down from your highs.

You slump forward, letting your ass drop, and he falls onto the bed beside you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he says. “That was good.”

All you can do is hum in agreement. Your body aches too much when you try to move. You can already feel just how sore you are between your legs. That really was good.

Ping.

“Is it mine?” you ask, still unable to move your head up.

Suna flops over to check his bedside table. “Yeah,” he tells you. “You want it?”

You nod, groaning when you reach out for the phone he drops in your hand. “I would punch you right now if I could.”

He chuckles. “Does it hurt that much?”

“You have no idea.”

You manage to pull yourself up and turn your phone on, ignoring the way your legs protest as you move.

A message.

tsumu: found him at a party

tsumu: doesn’t wanna go home

tsumu: [sent an attachment]

It’s a picture of a spaced out Sakusa floating around a pool, fully clothed with the addition of a plastic crown on his head. A tired Osamu watches at the edge of the image, clearly having been dragged out in the middle of the night by his brother to pick his friend up.

you: lmao have u tried dragging him

tsumu: i pushed osamu in to get him

tsumu: [sent an attachment]

The picture’s blurrier, capturing Osamu screaming at the camera and Sakusa still floating but with noticeably wider eyes this time.

you: u r soooo dead

tsumu: ikr

tsumu: anw just wanted to let u know

tsumu: in case they can’t find my body tmrw

tsumu: night sunshine

You blink, staring at your phone. You don’t know why, but part of you was expecting him to ask you to come over. Or ask if he can see you tomorrow. Or something. And he didn’t do any of that. It surprises you a little.

“You okay?” Suna asks, lifting his head to look at you.

You stare at him for a moment. You almost forgot where you were.

“Oh,” you say eventually, “yeah, I’m good.”

Without even thinking, you get out of bed and start picking your clothes up from the floor, making your way to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” he asks, brows furrowed. “Are you going somewhere?”

You’re on the toilet when he asks, already putting your bra back on. “Uh, yeah,” you tell him, grabbing a piece of toilet paper. “I’m going back to my dorm.”

“But why?”

You’re back in his bedroom, pulling your clothes on. “I have an early class tomorrow.”

Suna frowns. “But you always stay over. Even when you have to leave at like seven in the morning.”

“Did you want to fuck more?” you ask. There’s no venom to your tone, just genuine curiosity.

That only seems to make it worse.

“What?” He sounds offended, shocked even. “You’re just gonna leave because we’re done fucking?”

Some part of you thinks that you’re being silly. He's right, you always stay over. No matter what you had to do the next day, you never just got up and left in the middle of the night. Not when all of this started and especially not anytime in recent memory. But some other part of you asks why?

Why would you stay?

It’s just sex.

You smile at him, trying to pass your words off as playful. “Aw, can’t sleep without me?”

He looks serious. “Y/N—”

“It’s the first day of the new semester tomorrow,” you tell him. “I just don’t wanna be late.”

“You won’t be late if you stay over—”

You wave at him, already at the door. “Bye, Rin.”

He sits on his bed, stunned as the door closes behind you. He tries to wrack his brain for something he could have done. Did he hurt you too much? Did he say something wrong? Did he do anything to make you leave?

It takes a moment for the loudest thought in his mind to become clear, and when it does, it’s all he can think about: You just left him, but somehow, it feels more like he lost you.

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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A/n. The ask is split up into 2 and then again per member excluding yuna obvi… enjoy! Also not me using my friends amazing brain for yet another ask

Cocks ~

Yeji

I feel like yeji has a kinda of tan dick and very blushed balls

And they hang low

With almost no hair

sometimes accidentally she sits on them

when wearing joggers or leggings u can see them

has to tape them up in her compression shorts for performances

Lia

Lia is a little below average

And her pubs are in the shape of a heart

And her reason for it is when you give her head it’s so you know she loves you

I feel like she has balls that are pretty close to her cock rather than hanging down idk 🤔

Thier still viable but not like the other girls

Like she doesn’t have the problem of accidentally sitting on them

but no matter how high up and small they are there so full of cum

And she most definitely likes when you play with them

Ryujin

I dont feel like ryu is particularly hung

like somewhere in between

I feel like ryu has a cute cock head idk y

You just always like to kiss it before going down on her

Makes her eyes flutter shut

And cock twitch

She likes running her hand in your hair when you do it

chaeryeong

I think chaer has a bigger dick than her members or atleast one of the biggest

Yes and it has a good weight to it

Just to tease her a little you like to give it a squeeze

Will moan and throb under your touch before snapping out of it and pushing into you

Feel like her balls are on the small side but there not all that tucked up

Their not so close together they have a little space between each other

Its about a finger tick gap maybe half

And if your sucking her off or in missionary and shes gonna cum grab her balls and play with them

She also loves the sound of them slapping against you

And when you’re knotted if you rub between her balls and her ass she’ll cum a little bit more

During sex ~

Yeji (+ ryu & Lia bonus at the end sorta)

If shes horny then She looking to see where u are to drag u home

Imagine this look;

Nothing else matters right now if your in my way you better move

Staff clearing outta the way like “oh shit shes coming”

No matter where your at in room you can smell her coming

Shes releasing such dominance and all her pheromones u stop mid convo and just stare

She wraps her arms around you when makes it over to you

Probably kisses tour neck and whispers the dirtyest things into ur ear as she pulls you as close as possible grinding slightly

And you just place your hand on it

She gets riled up to the max

Has to be reminded ur not at home yet

Drags you to the van so you guys can go home already

Ryu Bonus ⬇️

But Ryujin being a little shit and taking her time

Shes just smirking as she saunters to the van stoping to take selfies and pretend to tie her shoe. Yeji locking her jaw and tapping her nails impatiently

Ryu acting confused when she gets in the car

Fake innocent confused face “yeji wats wrong? U look a little… mad?” The others laughing

Yeji giving her the death stare

Litterally as intimidating as a baby kitten and ryu just laughs at her And winks at you

Honestly has that shit eating grin the whole ride cause shes such a little shit u have to stop yeji from throttling her

She’s only doing it so yeji will go hard on you so she can jerk off to it

ryu only after her own pleasure, the harder yeji goes the louder you are the better she can jerk off

Lia Bonus ⬇️

Yeji likes sharing you with lia

And she likes to compete with her to see who can fill you with more cum

She totally competes omg there both so determined and its so hard cause lia comes so fast

And the person who cums the less to wear a cock cage the next day

No cause yeji wearing a cock cage is so cute cause she scrunches her face up everytime she catches it

But lia is all whiney and pouty and probably still cums in the cockcage cause if how sensitive she can get

Lia

I feel like lia has rlly sensitive nipples too and like if she got them pierced playing with them makes her cum sooooo fast

She just loves when you tug on them

her back arches and her cock twitches so bad and her moans turn into high whines 🥺

When it’s over she likes to cuddle up to you and just purr

Yes she litterally cuddles up to you sm like nuzzling into your neck and just ugh shed be So cute 😭🥺🥺🥺

Make sure to pet her head

cause if u play with her hair she falls asleep Sooooo fast 🥺🥺🥺

Like 🥺 is she naked? Yes is she basically a dead weight on you? Yes but is she the cutest little thing? YES 🥺🥺

Don’t even think about moving because your not

If she wakes up and u r gone she gets so sad :(

And when you get back now you have to sleep with her cock in you

She litterally wont take no for an answer, you left her you pay the price and thats her draped over you, cock inside you and her face in your neck

U can only leave when she says

She a horny little shit so even in her sleep she’ll start thrusting in the middle of the night

she gets so horny that she could be in deepest if sleep and still her hips will buck and she will shoot loads of cum into u.

You’ve leaned to sleep through it tbh, both of you wake up to her still hard and your cunt full of cum

Being with her you better hope that your birth control works otherwise you 100% are going to have her pups

I feel like its a real worry to get the best birth control because the amount she comes and the amount she likes to just keep her dick in you and fill you its ALOT

of course later on after her idol career its great if you two actually try for pups cause it wont take that long

Your probably going to have like 4 kids

The amount she cums means birth control is the only option or you’d go threw so many condoms a day

Oh definitely its gonna be pretty much everytime u fuck u end up with a kid cause sex with lia is an all day event

Let’s just say she’s had to buy a new bed 3 times and it’s going to be 4 because you definitely heard something crack the other night

But the thing is the bed could fall apart and shes still gonna fuck you till shes sated enough to care about the broken bed

You have a name to name basis relationship with the ikea employee that u buy your bed from practically every few months

They worried for y’all ngl

And the make and model that you get is on file

Like u walk in and hes like “the usual?”

And lia has NO SHAME

She just skips in,

Smile on her face

And pulls out her card pays and leaves like its nothing

The mangers are always wondering why she has to replace the bed so much

But do they ask? No. Cause they know that no amount of curiosity is gonna be worth knowing that answer

They especially don’t want to know with the way that she looks at you

Shes just insatiable like if she needs to she will make out with u infront of staff and its full on MAKE OUT

They’ve definitely had to drag her away on more than one occasion

Like she has to perfom in less than five minutes and shes ready to fuck u then and there

She doing what dogs do

Like she has no idea what her hips are doing

She could be hugging or kissing u and her hips are just jerking. She’s basically humping u

Depending on the outfit is how she fucks you

This outfit;

she fucks you hard

But!

If she’s wearing a cute outfit she just wants to make soft love

This is her “im jelous and im gonna ruin u” face;

And if you ask what you did all she’s going to say is you know what you did

Like if she looks at U this way there is no forgiveness, no second chance or way out and you know it

You have exactly 5 seconds to get over to her or your punishment is worse

And you try and make it less by placing little kisses all over her face and neck

If u try her patience and give her a look back then she will drag you over to her

But if you walk over to her and place kisses to her face and neck. Shes gonna let you, it might ease ur punishment but she might need a little more than that

Ryujin

sex is ryus priority and she doesnt much care for quickies tbh

She wants to fill you up as much as possible

she loves filling u and then fucking her cum deeper, plus once shes started fucking u her head just spins and she cant help but give you everything in her

It’s not even about getting you pregnant she just wants you to have everything that she can give you and it’s an add bonus that other alphas can smell her

I feel like in her mind the harder she fucks you and the longer she cums in you and covers your neck in kisses the harsher her scent on u is and the more it can ward off people

Also she loves the look on people face when they can clearly smell her ALL OVER you

That smirk on her face as they walk by

staff get embarrassed cause of how obvious it is u 2 just fucked

compression shorts aggravate her

she finds having her cock confined and stuck to be uncomfortable and painful

fucks you or asks you to suck her off

turns into a whole sex session and shes always late or misses practice performances

Chaeryeong

Waits for u

Imagine getting home and seeing that;

You don’t know if you done something bad or she wants to fuck you

And she just tells you to strip and ur like “am i getting fucked or punished”

She loves having it be a mystery

She tells you afterwards

Likes to see if ull admit to doing something wrong she doesnt know abt

Your so confused you don’t know if it’s because you ate something without her or if it’s because you accidentally got your coworker’s scent on you

Like you’d shift a little and try to discretly sniff to see if someoen scented you and she just looks so amused as u figure it out

And when you smell it you start apologizing but she just thinks you look so damn cute

Like ur apologising rapidly, eyes wide and she just coos at you before pulling you onto the bed

And just fucks you slowly looking at you with a loving look the whole time

slow thrusts and soft wet kisses, love in her eyes and she scents you because she knows her baby had no idea what had happened

When she finishes it’s with you on her lap and she just holds you for an hour

But you can still feel her pulsing

Her cock pulses deep inside you while she wraps u in a tight hug, nuzzling and kissing at ur neck

And when you move she just looks at you to make you stop

You move or go to get up and she gives u this look and u know to stop immediately. Then she kisses u sweetly like a silent “well done”

So you just play with her hair and now you have her chuffling

The sound is such a deep yet soft one. might even flicker her eyes closed and just hold u completely content

And then just falls asleep on you

But u cant be mad cause its such a soft moment

You just place kisses on her nose

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Hi, it’s me again (:

What was your favorite character traits about Rachel Amber?

Hey! Happy to see you and boy what a great question, thank you! Loaded answer ahead; TLDR, see the good in Rachel Amber.

Rachel's many things. Pretty, hot, charming, stylish, not to mention her lovely voice, these physical traits are already a great start for many. Then you have functional traits-- ambidextrous (can I just say that's hella cool, omg I want that too), social genius/people skills, straight As student, drama queen, masked with a layer of mystery, many people would've already fallen for her, in-game and out, me being one of them when I first got to know her as a character (so pretty much those were my fav traits of her).

But if we strip her physical beauty down and shove aside her fascinating skillset, who is she really? We may never know 100%, but some character traits can still be found.

Here are some of my favourite (&underrated) Yangs to Rachel Amber's sides. aka why Rachel Amber should get more love & less hate from the fandom

Ofc there are exceptions, but those are not relevant in this post; assumptions & headcannons are added

1. A good heart

Kindness to me will always be one of the most important character traits to have for anyone. With all that powerhouse of a Rachel Amber can accomplish, she chooses to use them with kindness.

With her social skills she chooses to lift people up, saving Hayden from a quickly-escalating scolding from Mr Keaton in ep 1, asking Chloe in a nuanced way if she's "taking (getting kicked outta Blackwell) this a little too well", kinda guiding her independent thinking rather than directly telling her what's right or wrong. (There'd be constructive criticism between Chloe & Rachel, which I stan in a relationship/friendship.)

With her intelligence she tutors Justin & helped him improve his algebra from an F to a C I believe? That's pretty impressive, ngl

with her ambidexterity.. idk, she makes Chloe happy :> (yes i'm totally referring to doing graffiti with her left hand on Chloe's insistence *cough*)

This is why I'm inclined to believe that tornado was not Rachel's revenge. She'd never choose to put Chloe, her parents, her friends, at risk; if she wanted revenge she could've killed the men w her powers. Sure you can say some of these might be her trying to live up to her DA father / principal assistant's duties, but at least she chose to do them. She could very well be a kid who doesn't give a damn or fluff through some of these things that requires time & effort.

2. Sees the good in others!

One of the most underrated Rachel Amber traits imo. This girl literally has a reputation of "her friends are her friends", and does not discriminate in terms of friendship/who she hangs out with. She picked Chloe up from her lowest (saw her & praised her for backtalking the biker, defending Nathan, & "you're more of a hero than you think you realise", when Chloe didn't take Drew's money). Rachel stuck with Chloe when no one else did (puts up with her sh*t, which ofc Chloe does the same), literally chose Chloe to share her uncertain future outside Arcadia, did not take her chance to leave when she could in those 3 years, most likely cuz she wanted to leave with Chlo. She also hung out with Nathan (& Chloe when so many wouldn't), saw the good in Frank (yes. same as Nathan & Chloe his reputation is far from great and despite the unhealthiness of this relationship, she at the very least cared for the guy, & saw the humanity inside him), & very sadly fell for the portrayed "gone through some serious shit" act by Jeffers*n, all these showing her being an empathetic & sympathetic person.

I'll add non-judgemental as well, cuz it's why she's able to get along with so many people so well. Like what her VA Kylie Brown says in an interview, whoever you are, Rachel'd be like "hey you're a pretty cool person, let's talk!" It's inspiring. I love that about her. Gotta have more Rachels in the world.

3. Ambitious. Puts in the hard work. Persistent.

"One day, I'm gonna climb Mt Everst." says a 15 year old Rachel in Bts, who has posters of travelling in Asia (the green poster has Chinese words saying "go travel in China", amongst others), already speaks about her courage & ambition. And of course, leaving Arcadia with no one but Chloe for a better life. Yes you can say it's reckless, because it's a big idea for a teenager, but she didn't just give up on it. It stuck with her, and she worked hard for it. Doing photoshoots to get modelling jobs, maintaining her 4.0 GPA, finding opportunities to leave... she did those for 5 years. And in the comics universe, they made it out! Now they're over 22yos with an LA apartment, Rachel's in modelling gigs with her acting career kicking off... what could've been for game Rachel. (oh the things I'd do for Bts' ending to be Max appearing in the nick of time instead of that damn vibrating phone!) Also I wonder if in some universes, like the wheelchair Chloe one, a missing Rachel could mean she actually made it out without others knowing, instead of the darker end.

4. Caring & thoughtful & protective & passionate partner/friend/lover!

She listens to Chloe's problems (therapy session), she gives Chloe nice clothes to wear within the few days they'd met (what financially challenged Chloe needed, & in a way that wasn't awkward for Chloe), she sends post cards to Chloe while she's away (she thinks about her often), & "don't f****ing touch her". Passionate lover, I mean.. the way she kissed Chloe under that lamp (with high intimacy of course) is good enough an example. Chloe's the romantic one in my head. Rachel, the passionate.

*the way she puts her hand on C's shoulder after wiping her tears, OmO*

So far these are the character traits I can think of, and your question helped draw out Rachel's positive sides that are too under-recognised. Thanks again! :)

These links helped me understand Rachel & Amberprice better, here for people's reference:

youtube

Because I choose to see the good in Rachel, I'm her defender through and through. Join me, if you can.

Edit: damn I literally wrote an essay, maybe 1 day there'd be a video!

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stillfrownyclownlol · 5 months

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The writing is not writing so um

*Bursts into tears*

Aidlyn ship question thingy because they are the only thing keeping me alive at this point 🙃 BTW this thing is EXTREMELY long so be warned.

Questions from @jennystahl

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

1. How did they first meet?

On the school bus during their first day of freshmen year, obviously :)

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Ash: ... ... ...well. you know. she thought he was a creep- which, to be fair, is a little bit true. Annoying, pushy, borderline stalkerish...she also thought his contacts were weird.

Aiden: He thought she seemed really interesting :) he was very excited to talk to her and he thought that her sitting in front of them was a sign she wanted to start a conversation. Thought her hair was pretty.

3. Did any of their friends and family want to get them together?

Taylor thinks they are super cute together! So does Logan, one time he offered to check their star sign compatibility ^_^ Ben is totally supportive of whatever Aiden wants to do, will be his "wingman" if he asks. Tyler thinks they should just suck it up and get together already. Her parents...ehh...they trust her to make good decisions, even if they think Aiden is "eccentric" (they're still on good terms with him tho!), Jessica and Daniel are just happy he found somebody.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Aiden aiden aiden aiden.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Hahaha hahaha. Yes! Of course- Aiden didn't think Ash would ever like him like that so he kinda just buried his feelings since he DEEPLY values his friendship with her. Ash is not really good at distinguishing her feelings between romantic and platonic so it took her a long time to realize. At the beginning she was kinda freaked out about it, but she accepted it pretty quickly.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soul mate, what would they think?

Depends when, but I assume this means when they just met.

Ash: "what kind of sick joke is that?"

Aiden: I don't think the idea would bother him or anything. Would probably get a good laugh out of it though.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

No phantom dimension at least, but Ashlyn would probably be coasting through life alone struggling to make connections, and Aiden would probably keep spiralling if he didn't make any real friends. I think he'd be a lot more unhappy than her.

GENERAL

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Ashlyn. She told him kind of bluntly that she had feelings for him and that she wanted to get that off her chest (Taylor gave her the advice). Aiden was ecstatica to say the least.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Not really...they'd already hung out together alone so they just went out again and did what they usually did. They just like to go somewhere quiet like the graveyard and spend time together, Ash's love language is quality time <3

3. What was their first kiss like?

*kneels* Red...I'm praying rn because i hope this will happen in the webtoon...

BUT FOR NOW

Probably a heat of the moment kind of thing. Specially if it was Aiden that was injured. It takes a lot for Ash to take initiative lol. If they weren't dealing with the phantom dimension anymore, I think Aiden would just ask her if he could kiss her after a date or smth. Either way, it's probably very awkward on Ash's part lmao :"D they probably knocked their teeth together haha

4. Were they each other's first anything?

Aiden is pretty much Ash's first...everything. he's the first guy she's kissed, her first relationship, and, technically, her first friend. Ash is Aiden's first romantic relationship. He's had friends before tho and he's kissed some other people, but nothing serious.

5. Height difference? Age difference?

Aiden is 174 cm and Ashlyn is 155 cm, so...7ish inches? I don't know how to convert-

Aiden was born in October 2000, and Ash was born in June 2001, so they have about 8 months between them 👍🏽

6. What's their relationship with each other's families? Do they share a friend group?

Ofc they share a friend group lol.

Mike and Emma like Aiden ^_^ they're pretty close with all of Ash's friends, but when they found out they were dating they didn't spare him the "parent-boyfriend" talk lol. Ash's relationship with his parents is...pretty awkward, she doesn't like them all that much, but Aidens been working on their relationship so she doesn't say anything. Same with his aunt and uncle. She likes hanging out with Lily tho, even if she's awkward around kids :)

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

Depends on the situation, but usually Aiden will, he basically has no filter when it comes to talking with people lol. Very much the "Excuse me sir, she asked for no pickles." Meme 🤡 (Ash would just be annoyed and scrape them off)

8. Who gets jealous easier?

Aiden absolutely. It's the BPD + ADHD rejection sensitivity. Can spiral into irrationality ngl. Thankfully he doesn't get aggressive or gives her the cold shoulder, if anything he gets clingier.

9. Who whispers unsuitable things in the others' ear?

Aiden 100% 🫠 will say the most out of pocket shit ever at the worst possible time and Ash just has to fight back her laugh because oh my god, this guy.

LOVE

1. Who said "I love you" first?

Aiden. She got kinda awkward and couldn't say it back, but he didn't take it personally because she hugged him afterwards.

2. What are their primary love languages?

Ash is quality time as mentioned above. She doesn't need grand gestures, or gifts, or him reassuring her constantly, she just wants to...be around him.

Aiden is definitely touch. It's easy, it makes him feel good, and he feels like it expresses what he wants to say better than words. But he really likes it when Ash reassures him with words of affirmation anyways.

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Do you even have to ask? Aiden pretty much greets her with one every day and Ash still hasn't understood a single one. There's also like, a 25% chance he will forget the pick up line half way through delivering it so he'll just bungle the whoel thing up.

4. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Aiden kinda hovers around her in public so PDA is a given. She's got a pretty strict "no pda at school" rule tho. She's okay with him putting his arm around her or putting their heads together, but no kissing. Cuddling at home? That's fine, she likes napping with him.

5. Who initiates kisses?

Ash if it's on the mouth, Aiden if it's anywhere else.

6. Who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Neither, they sleep facing each other. Aiden moves around in his sleep a lot which drives Ash nuts. They usually end up tangled together, to Ash's despair.

7. What are their favourite things to do together?

Ash isn't super picky, she generally prefers something they can do at home. She really likes watching documentaries about her special interests while they lie on the couch together.

Aiden likes doing puzzles with her, they get to talk together while doing one of his favourites activities :) he likes to go out too, but he doesn't want Ash to get overstimulated, so they'll usually go out to some deserted place at night.

8. Who's better at comforting the other?

They both suck at it lmao 💀 but Aiden calms down a lot faster than Ash does, so technically Ash is better.

9. Who's more protective?

They both are extremely protective. And like in a feral way ngl. They WILL choose violence lol.

10. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Ash likes physical affection because she doesn't really know how to respond to verbal affection. Aiden is fine with either, a cuddle or a compliment is good for him :) Slight preference towards physical touch tho, and verbal is like a little treat for him since Ash almost never does it.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship?

I let you go to Red's playlist for that :D (But I recommend "High on Life", good song that explains Aiden's view on Ash)

12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Ash doesn't use nicknames a lot, she just calls him Aiden, or something like "stupid, idiot, dumbass, imbecile" when he's annoyed her. Mr. Durable is the closest thing to a pet name she will give him lol.

Aiden will call Ash every single freaking thing you can imagine. Baby, babe, Bae, my love if he's feeling dramatic, Red because he's obvious like that, "wifey" is he's feeling fearless lmao. And then there's the *weird* petnames; "my sweet ketchup packet", "my favourite little rubix cube", "my beautiful princess with a disorder". All of these make Ash want to rip her hair out.

13. Who remembers the little things?

Neither of them do in on purpose 🤡 Aiden will just hyperfixate on stuff Ash tells him and remember it for special occasions. Ash is more about the every day little things, reminds him to drink water, sends him food in case he forgot it, asks how he's sleeping.

DOMESTIC LIFE

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Aiden had a whole thing planned before Ash asked him for the tax benefits.

2. What's the wedding like? Who attends?

They prolly got married at city hall because they're not religious and also a big wedding in front of a lot of people stresses Ash out. The squad came and both sets of parents 👍🏽 They prolly had a small party afterwards to celebrate.

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Probably just one...I think they'd either talk about it for a loooooong time or have one on accident haha

4. Do they have any pets?

A big rescue dog, breed undeterminable. :)

5. Who's the stricter parent?

Ash absolutely, somebody has gotta keep everybody in line! Not afraid to go into "Sargent mode" if necessary >:)

6. Who worries the most?

Aiden, but like in a private way where he can't even sleep. The BPD hits and he sees the world as very dangerous. Ash is better at rationalising her worries.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Aiden, bugs don't really bother him, so he probably catches them if he's bored and finds one. Ash isn't afraid of bugs either, but she dislikes spiders. Too many legs :p

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

They'll usually meet up with the rest of the squad and their families! If they can't, Ash likes to keep it lowkey ^_^ Aiden WILL go all out for Halloween tho. And Christmas. And New Year's, and...yeah, they both have different ideas lol.

9. Who's more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Aiden pretty much sleeps for like 4 hours every night and gets up at like 5 in the morning just to do crap, so if they don't need to do anything, Ash will call him back to cuddle for a bit. Helps him sleep <3

10. Who's the better cook?

Ash, her parents taught her the basics. She's not a master chef or anything, but she won't set the kitchen on fire like Aiden.

11. Who likes to dance?

Ash is way more passionate about dance (specifically ballet) than Aiden is, but they both like dancing. Sometimes they slow dance at home if they're feeling romantic :)

#sbg #school bus graveyard #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard webtoon #headcanons #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #aidlyn #aiden x ashlyn

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the-wisteria-house · 2 years

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How You and Aizawa got together.

I know this has been done-but I wanted to give my take on it.

WARNINGS: Angsty, mutual pinning, mentions of character death, and not to graphic mentions of injuries.

So you and Aizawa went to UA together, but you where in class B.

The two of you where both introverted awkward messes.

The only reason you first ever spoke to one another in the first place was because he was in your hiding spot during lunch.

The conversation was pretty awkward honestly.

"I uh, didn't realize somone else knew about this spot..." You stammered awardly, not knowing what to say.

He thankfully saved you from social suicide and spoke next.

"Sorry, I didn't know someone else ate here, it is a dusty old closet... It's kinda a gloomy spot." He said in a blunt, but clearly embarrassed tone.

He didn't talk to people much (especially girls)

"Man, you didn't have to put it like that." You glared at the other first year. Though there was no real malice in your voice.

He was right after all.

"You're here too though y'know." You couldn't help but retort.

The boy only gave you a blank look before responding with a simple: "Touche."

From that point forward you guys would eat lunch together everyday.

You bonded over your dislike for socialization (ironically) and having mental quirks.

It was just you guys.

Well just you guy's until you both met Oboro and Hizashi,and they ruined it all.

Those boys would harass the two of you in your spot everyday, so you guys snuck up to the roof.

That didn't do much because they found you not to long later.

But what made it worse was because they found you and Shouta in a compromising position...

You guy's got in a playful argument about whether Greenday or MCR was better.(Greenday obviously)

It escalated into playful rough housing.

You had Shouta pined, hands holding his wrist above his head when you were found.

Oboro joking asked if the roof is where to two of you makeout.

Shouta couldn't look you in the eyes for weeks after that

He'd never admit it but he'd thought about it once or twice

But that's not all

He thought about holding your hand and making cringey poetry to recite to you (he totally dosen't have a book full already)

He couldn't stand how illogical you made him and it cracked the squad up

The boy's would alway try and set you and shou up on dates

Kageyama would also join in on the fun

Oboro would alway try and push Aizawa to confess to you

While Midnight would always give you tips on how to catch Aizawas attention or on how to tell him how you felt

But you never thought he liked you back

One day in your second year you were cloud gazing with oboro and you got on the topic of romance.

"Come on (n/n) you have to admit you a Shou would make an awesome couple!!!" He gave you a closed eyed smile.

"Oh shut it Weather-boy. Shouta dosen't like me that way...That's just some pipe dream." You can't help but sigh and glare at the sun

Oboro busted out laughing at this,"God- (n/n)!You-you're hopeless!"

He managed to calm down his laugher after a few minutes and give you a serious look

"Shouta adores you; he looks at you like you hung all the stares in the sky. He just doesn't know how to say it... I love him he's prettymuch my brother at this poin, but I know he'll get to in his head, and let his chance slip pass him."

You knew what Oboro was getting at

So you decided you'd confess to Shouta despite the urge to vomit at the idea

You and the gang were going to go to the arcade after your work studies ended for the

Your plan was to confess

Sadly that day never came

Your hope of ever confessing to Aizawa shattered the moment the ruble made contact with your best friend.

You fell into an anguish,but you had to keep it together for Shouta.

And you did for years, or at least made it look like it.

Shouta shut you out but you wouldn't leave his side.

You couldn't and never did.

You may have became shadows of who you once where, but you still cared deeply for one another.

You stopped eating on the roof; it hurt to much.

You started eating in the courtyard instead.

You usually ate in silence.

Hizashi joined you guy's in your spot,so did Nemir, but it wasn't the same.

Hizashi and Nemir both grew busy with work studies and couldn't join you anymore.

But eventually you guy's found your voices and slowly began to communicate again.

You where a pair to be feared in joint training exercises.

After graduating from UA you became roommates.

It was actually Shouta's idea. He said it was only logical to cut the living

Once you started living together you could tell the death of ypur freind still effected him as it did you

Then you had an accident

Your employer gave you some faulty intell on the target you were going after

You caught the suspect but not before you broke 3 ribs, your left arm, right leg, and had a minor concussion

The hair on the villain could turn into a blade; you had a perment scar on you left cheek after that

You were in the hospital for a few day's, but you were passed out for the most of it.

According to the nurses Shouta refused to leave your side.

He took you home once you were ready to be discharged.

He was very attentive, but oddly distant at the same time.

This only grew worse as time progressed. He'd become snappy, though he'd never raise his voice.

You thought he was annoyed at having to take care of you so you tried to convince him to go back to work.

He didn't know how to respond. Did you want him to leave? He couldn't leave you alone what if you got hurt, and he could have stopped it?

No he couldn't leave you when you were vulnerable. "No, not now." He said, voice absent of any emotion.

He would remain seemingly absent of emotion. Well until the fight.

You where trying to get something off the top shelve in the kitchen, but you were ment to be on bedrest.

You couldn't reach the snack you wanted and tried to use your crutch. In hindsight this was foolish on your part.

You fell and that produced a loud bang, rousing shouta from his nap.

When he heard the bang from the kitchen he instantly knew something was wrong.

He ran as fast to investigate and found you on the floor. "(N/n)- What the hell are you doing out of bed!" His eyes were glowing a intimidating red as his eyes peirced your very soul.

He was pissed

He quickly, but as gently as he could picked you up of the floor.

He didn't utter a single word till you got to your room.

Then all hell broke loose.

"Are you and idiot!? The doctor told you to stay in bed! Are you trying to het your self hurt?" He blew up with in seconds of placing you on your bed.

"I was hungry!"You try to defend.

This only made his more angry. "I would have made you something! It was illogical for you to get up and risk getting hurt!"

You knew he was right but you couldn'tback down,"I didn't want to ask you! I could do it myself!"

"If you could do it yourself then why did I have to pick you up off the floor?!" He was pacing back and forth at this point, the tension in his shoulders clear.

You where at a lost for words,"I-why-why do you care so much! It's my body!" You quickly spit out.

"It's because I love you damnit! God- I always have...I can't loose you too...It'd kill me if I did- I know that for sure." His voice grew quite at the end.

The shock must have been clear on your face. It took you a few minutes to respond. "I-Shout...What do you mean?"

"Damnit- when you're involved all rationality flies out the window! It makes no sense!" At this point he's gripping his hair like a life line.

When he walks past you again you grab his arms and stop him.

"How long." The question hangs in the air until he quitly breathes out, "Since we were 15..."

You got him to sit down eventually.

That night was full of alot of confessions and tears.

Okay I'll be honest...I did not edit this. I started this 2 weeks ago and added pieces here and there, so there may not be much of a flow, but I spent to much time on it to not post it...

I hope you enjoyed please feel free to tell me what you think. :)

#aizawa x y/n #aizawa #aizawa headcanons #mha aizawa #mha midoriya #aizawa fluff #aizawa angst #aizawa sensei #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha fanfiction #y/n x mha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x gn!reader #aizawa x male reader

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weixuldo · 2 years

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Enigma// Ch 2

Modern!Anakin x Reader

(a/n: So I’ve got an idea about this story, but dont worry I’m gonna juggle this one and unconditionally :) as always ty for reading and I hope you enjoy this one just as much as my other stories)

as time goes on you grow closer to Ahsoka, though you still wonder about her friend...

Warnings: cursing, alcohol, mature content?, anakin is an asshole, PTSD,

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A few weeks passed without seeing the group from that night, though you had become closer with Ahsoka. The two of you had exchanged texts and did study sessions quite often. You found that not all D1 athletes were complete assholes. The two of you liked to go club hopping on friday nights and tonight in particular the two of you were already buzzed by 7:30.

You enjoyed Ahsoka, she could make friends with about anyone, her jovial spirit mixed with her seemingly infinite wisdom drew so many people to you guys. But the more you hung out with her the more you remembered her friend, Anakin.

You hadn't seen him since the night you first met him, though you wished you could have seen him more.

There was just something so interesting about him…

“Hey!! Ready for a shot?” Ahsoka smiled, placing two small glasses on the table in front of you. You smiled and took one from her. The two of you downed the vials of liquor and began to laugh.

“Ahhahah, that one burned” she laughed making a face at the drink.

“I’ll get the next round, but we’re doing a mixed drink” you offered, to which she threw a thumbs up.

She plopped down on the stook next to you and pulled out her phone. Ahsoka was a curious girl, she seemingly could drink forever and not have a hangover, but at the same time keep up her healthy D1 physique and talent. Tonight her hair was in box braids and she sported a simple maroon slip dress.

You were also dressed up and the two of you were definitely collecting the attention of all kinds of people. You took a look around to look at your fellow attendants, there were some conventionally attractive people, but you couldn’t get her friend out of your head.

Shamefully you had tried to find him on all social media but were saddened to see he either didn’t have a profile or the one he did have, had no posts. You glanced up at your friend who was deeply invested in whatever text conversation she was having on her phone.

You were filled with liquid courage so why not ask the question that was looming in the back of your mind for months.

“Hey, Ahsoka… remember your friend Ben and the other one?” you asked, trying to sound innocent.

“Yeah, Ben and Anakin,” she said, still typing.

“How do you know them?”

She set her phone down and smiled, “Yeah, so Anakin was my neighbor when I was a kid and he was friends with Ben. But we got a lot closer when they went to high school because they did ROTC and my dad was the Commander for their school. When they would have to go to meets I liked to tag along so they kinda made me like their little sister. but when I finally went to high school ROTC they were already in the real military, so yeah” she shrugged near the end.

Makes sense why he had all of that military stuff.

“That’s really cool Ahsoka! Ben seems really sweet and so does Anakin… kinda… Is that why you were celebrating with them? Because of the military job? ” you trailed off.

She let out an abrupt laugh, “Sorry! Hah, Anakin isn’t the best at first impressions, and yeah funny thing is I’m gonna be doing basic training with the same sergeant they were under.”

“That's nice” you smiled “And yeah… I really don’t think he wanted anything to do with me”.

She gave you a funny look, “Well, he did let you stay at his house, so he doesn’t totally hate you”

“I was drunk, he probably woulda done that for anyone” you scoffed.

“Hmmm I don't know F/N, He’s quite picky as to who is allowed in his “cave”. He could've just said no.”

You pondered for a moment before speaking again, “Is he nice? Cause he was a little scary”.

“He’s honestly a sweetheart if you get to know him, he just keeps a lot of walls up because he’s scared too.”

“Scared of what?” you asked.

“Scared of people judging him or looking down on him for shit he’s done or shit he deals with” she said flatly.

“Hmmm…” you smiled. “Maybe not the best time, but is he single?” you asked, alcohol heating your cheeks.

She grinned at that, “Yes, yes he is… why do you ask?”.

“Oh, I don't know…he was kinda cute” you looked away.

“Would you maybe want his number?” she asked

You snapped your head towards her, “Yes?!”.

Both of you started to giggle, “let's order the next round first” you offered.

Once you had your new drinks perched prettily in front of you she began to give you his number.

“Sooo, I just want to let you know he has a lot of baggage… buuuut you should totally go for it” she smiled.

Baggage? You wanted to uncover his secrets. As you typed his number into your phone you realized neither Ahsoka nor you would be doing this, or even discussing this sober. You hoped she wouldn’t remember all of tonight.

“just want to make sure, do you think he’d be comfortable with me having his number?” you asked sheepishly.

She giggled and pulled out her phone, “I think he’d be blushing on the other side of the screen”.

“What?”

“Yeah, I know him really well and ever since we stayed at his place, he’s brought you up several times” she remarked as she sent the contact information.

“Really? Me?” you asked, astonished.

“Mhmm, he's been like “Where's your little friend Ahsoka?” and hinting at inviting my other “Friends” over when we hang out, and I know he knows you’re the only one I usually hang out with outside of them and school” she laughed as she brought her drink to her lips.

Once she was done she added, “and trust me, that is him showing interest. I haven't seen him like this in a long ass time”.

“I don’t think I did anything particularly outstanding to earn his attention” you lamented, adding his contact into your phone.

She shrugged and finished her drink.

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It was now around 10:30 or was it 1:00? Ahsoka was still going strong, dancing with some random people you two had just met. She was quite impressive.

You, on the other hand, were winding down at the bar. you drank more than you usually did and were debating if you should go back to the dorms tonight or find someone to stay with.

Your insides felt warm because of the alcohol sitting nicely in your stomach. Your cheeks were rosy and you were feeling fucking fantastic. You observed the people in the club, some were dancing, others heavily making out, but a couple across the floor caught your attention.

They were sitting together, hands entwined and you saw the guy crane his neck to kiss her head. They looked like they were supposed to be at a romantic picnic, not a club. They were so lovely, so caring, so perfect…

You wanted that.

You wanted that so bad.

The alcohol definitely made you bold, because you reached into your purse and pulled out your phone. Before you knew it your message was sent up in a small bubble.

“Hey”.

Simple.

You placed the phone back down but it dinged almost immediately.

Who is this, and how do you get this number?

“Its F/N, Ahsoka’s friend, and she gave it to me”

Why do you need my number?

You felt yourself blush, why did you need the number?

“Idk? I have just kinda been thinking abt u…”

He took a while to respond to that

It's Friday, the two of you must be out, how long have you been drinking?

“Maybee, and idkk”

You laughed at his concern, it was kinda cute.

Soon you heard your phone ringing, it was him.

“Hheelloo?” you answered

“How long have the two of you been out?” you heard him say from the other side of the phone. His voice was a tad raspy but just as good as you remembered.

“Umm, I don't know since like 7:30??”

“Christ! Its fucking 3 in the morning F/N!” he growled.

You felt a nice sensation shoot to your core. Your name sounded so nice on his tongue. You wanted him to say it again.

“We’re fine, we were just gonna get an uber or somethi-” you were cut off by a wobbly Ahsoka.

“Who ya talking to?!” she asked

Giggling you told her “anakin”

She excitedly shouted, “Ahhaha! Hey Sky guy!! Come and *hic* party with us!!”

“Damnit, where are you two?”

Ahsoka giggled and told him the location.

“I’m calling Ben to pick you two up, you better be fucking glad he doesn’t have work tomorrow”

You were saddened at his words, why was he not coming?

“Where exactly is he gonna drop us?” you shot back, harsher than you intended.

You heard him sigh on the other side, “He’ll drop you two at my place, it's not safe for you two to be unsupervised”.

“Says who?” you said back.

“Me. i’m not going to stay on the line with some irresponsible college students”

Ahsoka butted in, ��HEY! Don’t act like you were any better than we are, I know for a fact you do just as much as us Anakin Skywalker!” and with that she hung up.

She huffed and crossed her arms, “he thinks he’s so much better than us because, what? He’s older? Cause he doesn’t club? He’s just as bad, he just does it alone” she huffed with a frown.

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(A/N: ok, so if you dont know what ROTC is its basically like the junior military program in highschools, it may just be an american thing? But anyway, ik Ahsoka’s parents arent in actual cannon, so they wont be and integral part of this story anyways. Also I do not condone getting this drunk lmfao)

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bugeyedfreaks · 4 months

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Slim/Grubber

Brace yourself, anon. This might become your new OTP. 😩

Gettin' The Skinny – Slim/Grubber Crack Drabble

Ace just. Didn’t. Get it.

Well, in a way, he kinda did. Kinda. There were actually many things about his friend Grubber that he couldn’t comprehend, and yet, simultaneously, completely understand. For instance, he could barely begin to get why someone so unbelievably cool hung out with his gang. Not that the Gangreen Gang wasn’t cool– in fact, they were the baddest squad of villains that lived in Townsville– but if he had wanted to, the multi-talented hunchback was spoiled for choice when it came to all of the opportunities at his disposal, the possibilities for worldwide fame and stardom that he could pursue if he so chose, yet he had decided to stick with his pals, living in comparative obscurity here in this dump (in the literal dump that the gang’s hideout resided in, no less).

Not only was Grubber super chill and super competent at a million things, he also happened to be one classy charismatic casanova, a real smooth operator, a total ladies’ man. Ace considered himself to be something of a good-looking guy too, but Grubber? He was on a whole ‘nother level. It seemed like wherever the boys would go, whether it was out to the museum to draw mustaches on all the paintings, or to the convenience store to steal snacks and shove over store displays, Grubber was the one who’d be turning people’s heads, and not just because he was actively committing crimes. It seemed like he had admirers everywhere he went, not that it was any surprise why.

It’s just that one thing drove Ace crazy… the guy was freakin’ oblivious to it! He could have dated anyone in town he’d wanted, and yet Ace hadn’t seen him go out with a single person once, not even acknowledging anyone who worked up the courage to ask for his number. It didn’t make sense. But tonight, finally, Grubber was dressed up in a suave-looking tux he’d stolen, getting ready to go out with some mystery date he’d recently met, one that he’d been bragging about to the guys all week. Ace just didn’t get how it’d taken him this long to finally meet someone he was just as crazy about as everyone else was for him.

As Grubber preened himself in a broken old mirror on the wall, the rest of the gang sat around a wooden table they’d salvaged from outside their hideout, hanging out and playing cards. Ace leaned back in his chair as he turned to look at his friend, tipping his sunglasses down.

“Ya look fine, Grubber,” he groaned, waving a handful of cards in the air. “Quit fussin’ around and play the game with us for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, man,” Arturo said as he dealt a card on the table. “Sit down. You're already muy guapo. Alright, go fish, Billy.”

“Duh, okay!”

Big Billy drew a card from the stack in front of him, stared at it, and began to laugh uproariously.

“A-huh-huh-huh-huh! Look! This fishy’s wearing a baby bonnet!” Billy turned his card around to show everyone the cartoon illustration on it of a baby fish holding up a huge “4,” and banged his fist on the table while tears streamed from his eye. “Fishies don’t wear no bonnets! A-huh-huh-huh!”

“Ugh!” Snake slapped his cards face down on the table and threw his hands up in the air. “I keep telling you, Billy, you’re not s’posed to show us your cards!”

“But the fishies are so cute,” Billy softly muttered, pouting and rubbing the bottom of his eye as he examined his card again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“The girls?!” Snake yelped, whipping his head towards the front door as he hid behind the back of his chair.

“Chill, Snake. S’probably just Grubber’s hot date.” Ace casually slid out of his chair and headed over to greet whoever had knocked. At the mention of his date, Grubber excitedly jumped, sticking out his tongue and adjusting his bowtie in the mirror a little more anxiously.

Ace opened the door to the hideout, peering into the darkness of the night, the familiar scent of the rotting trash from the dump wafting in from outside. He’d expected to see a tall, slender smokeshow standing in front of him, but instead, he was looking into the eyes of a tall, slender, slimy blue amoeba with a beige hat on. It wasn’t just some ordinary amoeba wearing a hat. Ace knew this guy, and Ace hated this guy. It was Slim from the Amoeba Boys, the stupidest, most pathetic bunch of “bad guys” in all of Townsville: the kind that no self-respecting gang like his would ever want to do anything with.

“Ohhhh, no, no way! Scram, ya freaky petri dish reject!” Ace hollered. He picked up a battered soup can that was near the door and chucked it at him. “Get outta here! We ain’t lettin’ no Amoeba Boys on our turf!”

“What? Nah, hey, stop it! I ain’t stayin’ long!” Slim protested, cowering away from Ace. “I’m here for my date!”

“Your what?”

Grubber brushed past Ace out the door, excitedly spitting as he held a huge bundle of red roses, and hugged Slim tightly. After he’d pulled away, he slicked his pomade-caked hair back and handed Slim the bouquet.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on,” Ace stammered as the rest of the gang got up from their card game and gathered in the doorway, “That’s your date?”

Grubber whirled around and blew a terse raspberry in reply.

“Nah, I ain’t makin’ fun of ya, I just didn’t–”

A slightly angrier, longer raspberry followed, one that Ace raised an eyebrow at.

“No, what’re ya, nuts? I don’t care that he’s a he.” He jabbed a finger at Slim, who shrunk down and began to shiver. “But I do care that’s he’s an Amoeba Boy! Grubber, do you have any idea what this is gonna do to our street cred if word gets out that you’re datin’ one of them? They’re the worst villains in town!”

“Phhbbttt!”

Ace slapped a hand over his forehead and ran it down his face.

“Ya don’t care, do ya?”

“I know what it’s gonna do to my cred!” Slim said, slowly standing upright as he grinned. “No one’ll wanna mess with me an’ the boys now that I’m datin’ one of the baddest villains in town.”

Grubber beamed, standing on his tiptoes and giving Slim a loving kiss on his gooey blue cheek as he wrapped an arm around what Ace assumed were his shoulders.

“I can’t believe it. There’s no way that you’re actually dating this guy,” Snake piped up, giving Grubber a suspicious look. “You told me your date was stacked!”

“Pbbbhhhttt!”

“You said ‘stacking?’”

“Yeah,” Slim nodded. “The boys and I was busy one day stackin’ up oranges that had fallen off one of them carts outside, pretendin’ to help out so’s the greengrocer wouldn’t see us stealin’ one.” He hung his head in shame, frowning. “But it turns out he thought we were helping, so… we never actually got to take nothin’…” Suddenly, he lifted his head back up, eyes beginning to sparkle as his expression brightened. “But that’s when I saw Grubber! It was when youse guys were spray paintin’ the windows of the department store across the street. We got to talkin’, an’ I guess we hit it off… an’ then he asked me out.” He turned to gaze at Grubber, his mouth curving into a wobbly, infatuated smile. “It was love at first sight…”

Grubber responded with a heartfelt splutter, waggling his elongated eyes up and down as Slim gasped and blushed a deep blue color. The rest of the boys stuck out their tongues and groaned.

“Yuck,” Snake shuddered. “Save all that sssssappy sweet talk for your date, man.”

It wasn’t the strongest word he could think of to describe it, but Ace was certainly feeling conflicted. The whole thing was starting to remind him about a dopey movie he’d watched one time on the gang’s busted TV. It was about a guy who wore balloon-shaped pants and tights who fell in love with a hot chick who talked funny (well, all of the actors in the flick talked funny). The two of them were from families who hated each other’s guts, and from what he could remember, the whole thing didn’t end too well. He sighed. Even if he hated those Amoeba Boys, he couldn’t let something like that happen with Grubber. A friend in love was a friend he was going to support, no matter who they’d fallen in love with.

“Alright, alright,” Ace forced a grin on his face and waved a hand at Grubber and Slim, signaling that it was time for them to head on out. “Sorry Grubber, we get it, you’re bananas for each other. Now go on, get outta here an’ have fun, ya crazy kids.”

Grubber nodded and took Slim’s gelatinous hand, giving the gang a cheeky wink as he let them know not to wait up for him. The gang wished Grubber well, hooting and hollering and waving after him as he and his date went off to have a wild night out in Townsville together.

“Man…” Ace muttered, leaning against the doorframe as the two of them strolled out of view behind a massive mountain of garbage. “Y’know what, boys? I think we’ve all learned somethin’ tonight.”

“That you can’t judge a book by its cover, boss?”

“That Grubber’s an enigma none of us can even begin to decccccccipher?”

“Duhhhh, that guys from gangs that don’t like each other should still be able to hug and smooch and hold hands without the gangs going to war with one another?”

“Nah.” Ace wearily slid a hand into his pocket, the other grabbing the doorknob. “We learned that our dear ol’ friend Grubber’s really, really into amoebas. And while I’m happy for the guy…” He began to slowly close the door. “…I kiiiiiinda wish we hadn’t…”

#powerpuff girls #ppg #the gangreen gang #gangreen gang #grubber #skinny slim #this was a crackship request given to me during the witching hours #and it was supposed to a drabble but you know me... writing way too much once again...#hope you enjoy!#gonna add this to my ppg q&a tag... i guess that'll be the general repository for my ''creative'' writing #and by creative i mean cursed #powerpuff q&a #cursed ships

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madxyy · 1 year

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✧˚ · . burden --- steve.h

summary: This feeling comes and goes but it’s worse this time and Steve is the only one who notices, but once you tell him, it breaks him.

warning(s): mention of self harm thoughts, depression, anxiety, steve being a total sweetheart, best friends to lovers, crying like A LOT, hurt/comfort, kissing, kinda implied sexual innuendo at the end, fluff, no use of y/n, babe, baby, sweetheart used, reader is referred once as ‘lady’

a/n: this is my first post! i’m sorry if it’s really bad, i’m still learning how to write so i’m open to tips/suggestions on writing <3 I hope you all enjoy this!! mwa <3

word count: 2,486

You’ve been acting weird. Well, according to steve. Steve Harrington, your best friend of 7 years. He could read you like a book, so it’s hard hiding stuff from him. Especially how you are feeling. It all started a week ago when you stopped hanging around the kids and the core 6 (as Eddie so lovingly named you all).

Anytime they asked if you wanted to hang out or when the kids needed a ride somewhere you would always make up an excuse “I’m sorry guys I have to help my mom do something today, maybe next time?” “I have homework” you would say regretfully. You hated doing so, it felt selfish to you; making the kids walk to the arcade. But you couldn’t go on with this facade. It was worse than before. You would always hide it but this time you really couldn’t, your mom knows all about it. She tries her hardest to help you in any way she can but you would always push her away. You winced at the thought. You know she is just trying to help and you know you need help but your solution was not to put your problems on anyone else. Everyone else before your problems, always. Especially when it came to steve.

With his parents scolding him for not living up to their expectations, being a “disappointment to the family” “wasting his life” he would always feel like such a failure and then on top of that when the break up with nancy happened it crushed him and made him feel so much worse. At the time steve needed you the most and you gladly lent him your shoulder to cry on. You would always be there for him. Day and night comforting him in the best way you can with binge watching movies, making him laugh, trying to get his mind off it or sometimes when you had to be verbal “it will get better” “do you need anything?” “tell me what I can do for you?” “you’ll find someone better steve, i promise you” “maybe the hair was too much for her to handle” ”ignore them, you, steve harrington are not disappointed understand me?” “Do you want me to stay?”. It was really heartbreaking seeing him go through all that. When he cries you cry and vice versa. It was also getting harder and harder harboring the love you have felt for him these past years, but you promised yourself that you would put the friendship and Steve first. You didn’t want to lose him.

When Steve called to see if you wanted to have a movie night with him you automatically declined, you couldn’t lie to him, you know he’ll just figure you out. As soon as you hung up, he looked at the phone with a puzzled expression. He couldn’t take it anymore. He figured you wanted space so he distanced himself a couple days but something was really wrong. Steve grabbed his car keys and drove straight to your house.

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Meanwhile, you were on the couch watching “Back to the Future”. As Marty was about to push the ‘teenage version’ of his dad out of the way of the moving vehicle, you heard a knock on the door. Confused, you got up to look through the peephole - oh no. This can’t be happening. Fuck. You took a deep breath and slowly opened the door to a disheveled Steve Harrington. He was standing there, hand in his pocket while the other one was running through his precious mane (again...named by Eddie). As soon as you open the door his eyes connected with yours. That made you catch your breath but you quickly pushed it away hoping steve wouldn’t notice but he did. He always notices when it comes to you. You let out a nervous breath that you didn’t realize you were holding “H-Hey steve what are you doing here?”. His eyes sighed at the sight of you. “I just wanted to see if you were alright, you’ve been kinda MIA for a week” you lightly laughed “Oh…um.” Before you can pull out more bullshit from your ass Steve rushed out a “do you mind if I come in?”. Was he nervous? No, why would he be? You blinked totally forgetting that he was still outside standing on your porch. You nervously shuffled away from the door , giving him the space he needed to enter.

You closed the door as soon as he fully entered. You walked back to the couch, sitting on the far left where you pressed your legs against your torso. You looked up to Steve–who was still standing awkwardly by the door–with an expected glance. He cleared his throat and sat next to you. It was silent for a few seconds until he turned to you “well...?” you looked up at him “hm?” he chuckled “are you going to tell me why you’ve been MIA this past week?” he said while giving you a lighthearted smile “oh” his smile slightly faltered. He hadn’t heard you sound this nervous since you pranked him that one time during freshman year with a scary note in his locker and he asked you about it, it was hard lying to him so the whole time you were a nervous wreck. “I was just busy with a lot of stuff you know….essays, helping around the house, my job, don’t worry steve I'm fine” to other people they might have believed you but he could see right through you and you hated it.

The slight wavering in your voice, avoiding eye contact, fidgeting with your hands, biting the skin off your lips. All things you do when you are lying. He tapped your knee “Hey…look at me” he said softly. You took a deep breath and hesitantly made eye contact and oh was it a terrible idea. There he was, Steve Harrington, giving you puppy dog eyes “tell me what’s wrong sweetheart” you just stared into his eyes contemplating whether you should tell him or not, thinking of all the possible outcomes and scenarios “I can’t…” you uttered. His heart broke, you sounded so fragile and scared he didn’t understand. He thought back to the times where you would just isolate yourself from everyone and everything for days and sometimes weeks and he always just thought you needed a break from work or something so he always respected you taking time for yourself. But this…this just made him worry. “Please baby…this is breaking me”. He didn’t mean to sound so scared but when you heard the crack in his voice-oh no-that did it, the dam broke, you couldn’t keep it together anymore your eyes started to tear up and you let out a sob. Fuck. Why must he care so much. Immediately he sprung up to your side and held you. The side of your body now pressed up to his chest “Let it out sweetheart it’s okay” he said while peppering kisses to your head. Tears started swelling in his eyes, you clutched his forearm that was now wrapped around your torso. You clung to him–the only thing holding you together–you hiccuped against his jacket as you tried to catch your breath. You shook your head “I’m sorry I’m sorry” he detached himself from you, automatically missing his warmth but not for long as his hands immediately found the sides of your face “what are you sorry for baby? don’t be sorry” you noticed the tears that were flowing down his cheeks and started frantically shaking your head “no…no it’s not " his eyebrows scrunched up in a painful way as you let your head drop "babe you’re scaring me, please please tell what’s wrong” he pleaded while you swallowed all your nerves.

He connected both of y'all foreheads together “please…” he whispered. Licking your salty lips you started taking a deep breath “It’s just..” you sighed “sometimes I get these feelings where I feel really numb to everything and…” you sniffled “like I can’t breathe, it’s like I'm suffocating and I just want a break…” you pause “I just want a break steve..” you softly whispered like you didn’t want anyone else to hear. Like it’s such a cruel thing to say. Steve was still registering what you were saying. Looking at you with such sincerity it makes you want to hide. Not knowing if you should admit this fuck “most times…I think..” you look up at the ceiling hoping there would be something, an answer, a prayer, a miracle, a chandelier to fall and crush you, anything that would stop you from confessing this because it was already hard for you to admit it even if you admitted this to yourself over and overs again “I think I would be better off dead” as soon as you admitted it your body started shaking and it was hard to catch your breath from crying too much.

Steve was breaking. His heart just got stomped on. He also started crying with you. Hard. Getting a better hold of both sides of your head “look at me” you shook your head “baby…” he said oh-so-gently. Letting out a breath you looked up to meet his bloodshot eyes “listen to me, you are not better off dead you hear me?” you just looked up at him with pain. You didn’t believe him, and he knew, which broke him more. “you…god…” he let out a puff of air “you are a godsend…you take people's pain and pile it onto your pain and I don’t know if I love or hate you for it..” he throatily laughed “but I know you think your problems aren’t important and a burden to everyone but trust me when I say it isn’t” you swallowed and blinked a few times as your shaky hands hover to hold onto his wrist “you are always the tough guy for everyone but today let me be the tough guy for you…” a shuddered gasp left your lips “steve…please” he smiled through the snot and tears that were now streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks “without you here everyone would go crazy” he pause “especially me” you looked between both his eyes who were looking so intensely into yours, like he wanted you to know he meant every word he was saying ”please sweetheart, don’t be scared to put your pain on me, i’ll gladly hold onto it for you. Please put all your problems, pain, feelings, onto me, I will..” he sobs “I will hold onto it forever baby, as long as you want me to” he licked his salty lips “I'll always be here, I’m not going anywhere and if I do—which I never will—you can kill me” you both laughed “I don’t think I can kill you even If I try to” you said quietly. He smiled. “Yeah I bet, especially with this invincible mane of mine, it could never be defeated” you shook your head and laughed, a genuine laugh.

He wiped your tears from your swollen cheeks as you did the same to him. “There’s that beautiful laugh.” You blushed as you both just stared at each other with heart eyes. Suddenly the air was filled with tension, you didn’t understand why until you truly took in your surroundings. Right in front of you was Steve Harrington looking at you with such want. Longing. Which is what he felt for a while, he long to know what your lips felt on his, waking up next to you every morning and sleeping beside you at night, finally calling you his. His breath fanned your parted lips “steve…” you said breathlessly. You looked up at him and oh was it a sight to see. There he was, Steve “the hair” Harrington, staring at your parted lips with tear stained cheeks, mouth also agape, beautiful hazel eyes solely focused on you (not like they never weren’t to be honest. They always are). You both slowly started closing the gap between each other, the gap that held the line of friendship and what if’s. Your lips lingered on his, lightly brushing against them. What if this ruins the friendship? I can't lose him. Although, at this moment all you can think about is steve steve steve steve. His touch. His shaky hands on your tear soaked face that were holding you so gently like you were made of glass. His scent. You were just engulfed in him. He noticed your overthinking and quickly evaporated any doubtful thoughts you were having and closed the gap.

A release gasp left your lips that were quickly sealed with his. You both let out a breath of relief. As you both were breathing each other in, steve pressed your back against the couch while you entangled your hands in his hair. He tasted like strawberry and salt from the tears to the chapstick he used. One of his hands slid from your face to your waist. Passionately holding you tight. Scared to let this moment go. You both kept making out slowly and gently until you ran out of breath and had to–unfortunately–remove your lips from his. His lips chased after yours and you couldn’t help but smile. He clenched his jaw. The last thing he wanted was for you to pull away. Before the moment ended he gave your bottom lip a peck before opening his eyes to see you smiling up at him, the most beautiful smile that could kill a nation. “I highly doubt that” he blinked. “Wait… you heard that?” you threw your head back giggling “yes harrington” he blushed “oh…” he said while giving you a bashful smile. You shook your head as he leaned back admiring you “I love you” his eyes widened. Shit. Fuck. I need to stop thinking aloud.

After a few beats of silence, steve started panicking. You just stared at him with a look he couldn’t decipher. You looked up at him with dazzling eyes. Before steve can say anything else you stopped his panic state. “I love you” you say breathlessly. His mouth goes agape with his pink swollen lips, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. He just kept on staring. His heated stare made you wish the couch just swallowed you whole. You pressed your back further into the cushions until out of nowhere you were picked up from the couch squealing with legs wrapped around his waist, arms hugging his head, head hidden in the crook of his neck, consumed with his cologne that he claims “the ladies will dig” (he truly just wanted one lady to dig it). “Steve wh- what are you doing, put me down!” you said in between laughs “what do you think i’m doing?” he asks like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “going upstairs so I can show you how much I love you.”

#steve harrington x reader #hurt #comfort #hurt/comfort #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #joe keery #stranger things fanfic #fluff #sad #trigger warning #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n

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broodsys · 6 months

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ive been thinking about this a lot lately and kinda just wanna say it somewhere.

that said, feel free to just scroll on by bc this is heavy. also super long? i just- needed to get it off my chest, kinda.

cw: sexual assault, alcohol and drug use

so, in highschool there were these two guys who were in my friend group but i wasn't rly friends with, we'll just say L and N. L had an obvious crush on me and kept trying to get me to date him even tho i had a boyfriend and he knew my boyfriend - once i ended up going on a date with him bc my autistic ass thought he was just trying to hang out, lmao. anyway, it was awkward, esp once my friends told me uhhh no that was a date? u just described a date.

N was a lot more chill but also kinda... he was nice and all, genuinely nice, but he was also one of those no no i'm not sexist i'm an equal-opportunity hater haha! guys. so i wasn't rly close with either of them

but when i went to college they were the only two ppl i already knew and i was rly overwhelmed about being all alone on campus at first, so i ended up spending quite a bit more time with both of them, in and out of school. and it was fun when it was the three of us! they were amusingly raunchy and we talked a lot about related subjects and went on walks together and idk, it was nice. this was before i realized i was trans but i think it fulfilled a Just One Of The Guys need i had at that time

got p close with both of them, esp L. ended up at his house by myself quite frequently. and, well, we drank - this being before i realized i had a unrelated liver disease. and by this point i was out as trans and my family was AWFUL about using the right pronouns and i had no in-person connections who used the right pronouns and i was... p desperate for validation. while also using both alcohol and weed quite heavily to cope

so, yknow... hang out with someone who calls me 'he', talk about gender shit, sigh and go along with the eight million dumb YT videos he wanted to show me, but whatever, i got free liquor and it was smth to do, right? i was even able to lean into being a system around him! that was super validating.

so, surprise surprise, we ended up becoming kinda fuckbuddies. and i was okay with that - p open that i wasn't interested in a relationship but like, sure, we can fuck around. so we did. usually drunk. usually quite drunk. but that was okay because there was still consent going on

but i had one very clear, very explicit boundary. and once he started to cross it - i called him out on it and he pushed back and i had to tell him to stop several times. it wasn't like... aggressive? just very, very coercive. took me a long time to accept that it was still a form of rape. hell, i still struggle to type that out, i want to add caveats to it. but it just was. and that was the big change for me, when i realized he wasn't actually going to respect my boundaries. still hung out with him for a while after that and we had sex a few more times while i was processing my feelings about everything and trying to accept that he was in the wrong and i had a right to be upset

but after that, i just started feeling rly shitty on the walk home whenever i left him. there were subspace/subdrop issues at play, too, which was another brand-new discovery for me, and no aftercare ever, but it was... yeah. it was bad.

still, took me a while to break off the relationship. i was actually at a conference for a school thing when i did it, because being around ppl who saw me as a man, who respected me, who treated me kindly... it totally changed how i saw interpersonal dynamics. like, that whole experience was a MASSIVE wake-up call for me. so that was when i cut him out of my life

now, oddly, this story isn't about L. it's about N.

afaik, N had no idea about any of this. but a while ago, idk probably over a year now, he sent me a nice text mentioning that he didn't know why we'd fallen out of touch. and i usually delete texts after a while but i still have that one. sometimes i want to reply - not telling him the details, just like 'yeah so me and L had smth weird and i didn't want to put u in a position where u had to choose' but also just- memories, yknow? i associate them together very strongly bc the three of us spent sm time together

but i still feel kinda bad. kinda miss N. i saw him become a better person while i saw L kinda become a worse person. i just feel... idk. torn? ultimately i gotta take care of me because no one else can, but i think about him quite often, and about that text i've never replied to. and i also spent time with N alone, and it was just chill. he never tried to fuck me. when i slept over he let me have his bed and made sure there were fresh sheets and everything. he watched me play videogames at his house and let me spend forever on character customization and made sure i had vegetarian food to eat. he was nice, without any strings attached. and we talked about, shit, everything. once we walked for hours and hours - p much the entire night - just talking. he rly opened up to me a lot, and i opened up to him - not about everything and not about anything with L, but about a lot of other stuff. it was an important friendship.

and i just... i regret losing that a lot. i've been thinking about both of them a lot recently. part of it is just coming head to head with things i was using weed to repress now that i've been sober for a while, granted. bc i've been thinking about a lot of things in my past recently.

relationships are messy. but i regret that a good friendship got stained by a bad one.

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chaotic-aro-incarnate · 8 months

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Only Friends main cast and how & why they hook up with each other headcanons

Boston & Nick, Sand & Ray, Boston & Top: already happened so we know how that'll go

Top & Mew: with all their 4D chess that they're playing, something's gotta give at some point and that's how they'll finally have sex

Top & Sand: Sand mentioned being hit on a lot + having one night stands somewhat frequently and Top goes to the bar that Sand works at. Totally feasible that they hooked up at one point. Though in the preview for Ep 3 Sand says that he only has sex with someone once if it's just a hook up, which I wonder became his rule before or after Top

Ray & Boston: messed up proxy fucking where they're both thinking about Mew and Top respectively and are making things worse for themselves by doing it

Mew & Boston: happens after Top hooks up with Boston again and before Mew and Top actually have sex. Mew finds out about Top and Boston and gets revenge on Top by hooking up with Boston instead of him (also a very pointed "well I had to see what was so good about him that you'd pick him over me" from both parties)

Mew & Ray: alternate way where Mew gets revenge on Top for cheating on him, sine it seems like Boston is planning to play on Mew and Ray's relationship to make Top sleep with him instead (Mew: oh you thought I was messing around with him so you got with Boston? well, I guess now I actually do need to hook up with him). Poor Ray doesn't know how to say no to Mew, even if he knows he's just being used to get back at Top

Sand & Boston: similar situation to Sand & Top. Boston is a frequent customer at the bar where Sand works and hooks up with people all the time, statistically it probably happened and neither one thought too much about it and have kinda forgotten it happened and only remember when Boston runs into Sand after hooking up with Nick at their apartment.

Sand & Nick: they're roommates who have both been dragged into this mess of a friend group and are both in less than ideal situations with their fuck buddy/friend with benefits. enough depressed heart-to-hearts about the matter and they decide it might be better to simply fuck each other instead

Ray & Nick: Nick finds out that Boston is still sleeping with other people and has a crisis, Ray is being self-destructive and gets into an argument with Sand. they run into each other without knowing all the connections between them and hook up in a hopes of solving their problems, completely unaware how many more problems that they are causing for themselves

Top & Nick: Nick finds out that the guy Boston is still hung up over is Top and decides that he's going to fuck him as well because why shouldn't he? If Boston can do it, he should be able to do it too and maybe he'd find out what all the fuss is about. Probably after Mew found out about the cheating so he's not talking to Top at the moment, and Top figures out that he might as well sleep with the guy propositioning him because how much worse can things get?

Ray & Top: this is just straight up hate-fucking, no two ways about it. Ray resents Top for hurting Mew, Top doesn't like Ray due to the jealousy as well (since Ray's closeness to Mew seems to be what breaks him with Boston). Mew is mad at them both and off doing something (or someone) else. They run into each other at the bar while drunk and then pick a fight that escalates to them having sex

Mew & Sand: I don't know exactly how this would happen, I just know it's probably the worst thing to happen to Ray and he will make some bad decisions if he finds out it happened

Mew & Nick: .......ok I've been thinking but I seriously can't come up with a situation where they would end up hooking up together. they might be the only ones who won't have sex within the main cast because I'm at a loss of thinking how this one would happen. unless Nick and Top hook up and Mew finds out and then goes on a mission to have sex with every boy that Top has in order to prove a point to him

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #i was going to tag all the ships but that's too many lol #especially since most of these don't have like an established order to the names #that's like 30 tags

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shantaecadaver · 10 months

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New Shantae Game Announced*

*ok technically it's an old game that's being finished but it's easier to just say new but whatever holy shit a GBA game in 2023 this is fucking awesome

Sorry I've been inactive on this blog btw, I have like 8 total blogs I run & it's hard to be super active on all of them. Plus I don't see nearly enough Shantops content on my feed as much as I should. we need to like, get to fixing that y'all. We need to make more of the peak lesbians.

Anyways I hope it's fine if I kinda use this blog to vent about my personal gripes with the franchise bc I feel like writing wise, I had like.....some pretty glaring issues with the last two games.

But I'd like to issue a callout to WayForward: Guys it is 2023 & I STILL see your official social media accounts calling Shante & Rottytops "Best Friends"

"Best Friends"

I fuckin' promise you, if you acted like Rottytops does to Shantae to your best friend? They will, within less than a week, be asking you to sit down & discuss personal space & how they just want to stay friends.

Shantae & Rottytops dynamic is not "friends" like have you ever played the games? Anyone who has played the games & also has a functional brain can tell you without question that those bitches are advanced lesbians. Like this is the gayest thing to ever gay in the medium of video games. Video gaymes.

They are not close friends lmao. Like that is now how friends act. Y'all @ wayforward are the ones who wrote the games. You guys wrote them to be gay in the first place. This is your doing, none of us did that. You did that. So like, I humbly ask that y'all stop being cowards & just let them kiss ffs. Like: Okay let me bring up one example, though I'll have more to say in the future.

To this day, I am still so fuckin' infuriated that they didn't just let Rottytops confess her feelings outwardly here. Like this was THE time to do that. It would have hit hard & followed up on the last game. But no, nah, they just took the cowards way out.

I know it's dumb to get hung up on this for so long but I just really had to say it bc man it irritates the fuck outta me when I remember it.

In fact, I am gonna just uh

gimme one sec

Alright guys I did it I fucking fixed it. We did it everyone lesbians are finally real.

#shantops #rottytops #shantae #rottytops x shantae #shantae x rottytops #shantae half genie hero #shottytops #rottytops shantae #lesbian #lesbian pride #rottae #shantae series #shantae risky's revenge

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the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us · 11 months

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I'm sorry you have to deal with the billy stans. I tried once, but they wouldn't listen to a word I say.

Like when I brought up that Max was verbally abused they twisted in a way that because she yelled at Billy and drugged him she was also an abuser who was on the same level as his dad because she used the words Neil used on Billy. However, they really close their eyes at how Billy also uses those words at Max (the Say It and Understand part). They also ignore the context. She had to watch Billy almost kill a guy. What should she have done? Talk him out of it. Drugging was her saving Steve and Billy because he would have murdered him.

Him threatening Max in the car earlier in the season was after Max expressed that she liked it here and it was Billy's fault for them to move, he then had to intimidate her by driving recklessly (putting her in danger for funsies) and wanting to run over a bunch of kids so he has control over Max again. If that isn't abused, idk what is. Or when he broke her skateboard after he found out Max hung out with Lucas at the arcade. It's implied he does this quite often, idk if this is normal sibling behavior, lol. Max even confides to Lucas that Billy takes out his anger on her, but his stans ignore it. She literally cried in front of him, which is big because Max is very closed off.

Also, the way they shit on Steve at the Byers house. Like Steve only lied because Max was terrified of getting hurt by her brother. I could even imagine Lucas begging Steve to do something because he knows about the situation, and he would have picked up on the racist undertones Billy gave him. To say Steve lied for no reason and was in the wrong idk, he didn't want Max to be hurt. Billy would have done something to her. He held in his anger the entire time waiting to explode, and Max already told us she would receive it. Billy didn't care about her he only cared to get her home so he could stay out of trouble. So Steve got Billys anger full unleashed and yeah me may have thrown the first punch (after Billy threatened Lucas and pushed him violenty in a cabinet), but after he was knocked out, Billy never stopped. Some even say Steve deserved it, which is like okay?? But then ship h*rringrove at the same time.

Also, Billy isn't even redeemed in my eyes he never made amends to Lucas and Steve. Maybe he treated Max better, but he still wasn't sorry about his behavior towards Lucas. Max had every right to have complicated feelings about his death. I think that was the thing s4 got right. Her not being able to open up to Lucas or Steve because Billy hurt them, so she retreated and pushed them away. She knew her friends hated her brother because he was awful to them. So she felt like she couldn't tell them she missed him or felt guilty for gis death. At the same time, she felt relief because he couldn't harm her anymore, which also made her feel guilty because that's still her brother.

I get why he acted the way he did, but that doesn't give him a free pass to do whatever. I have a friend who relates to Billy, like she also acted it they way he did, but she never makes excuses for him. She can recognize his faults. Billy needed help, which he sadly never got, that makes him tragic, but he also hurt people along the way, and they also have every right to critique his behavior. Same with people watching the show, they should be allowed to discuss it in a way without others coming for them and harass them (especially if you tag it accordingly).

I'm sorry this is kinda long, but you can't say this on here, or you will be hunted down and ridiculed. (Also, you can totally ignore this if you don't want to have this discourse anymore)

No bc you're so right I'm just so over Billy that I can't be bothered to add more.

Perfectly worded, I find Billy an interesting character for sure, because the abuse cycle, the patterns of trauma infliction, it gives a new perspective to how abuse affects people.

The Billy stans excusing his actions just ruins this take for me, and it also just feels like a further insult on Max and Lucas's characters.

Also the Hargrove stans are by far the most unnecessarily aggressive, toxic, and illogical, and I've seen the twitter Steve vs Jonathan discourse.

#rem does stuff and panics #stranger things #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #anti billy hargrove

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writingkitten · 2 years

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Ricardo Morales x Reader: Helping Karina

What did I do instead of sleeping? I wrote this fucking thing!

Warnings: teenager in dangerous situation, implied underage drinking, implied (kinda) drug use, rich guys who think they can get away with anything, righteous violence, a little bit of blood

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You and Ricardo had moved in together a few months back. It was something he’d wanted for awhile — after the first date, he laid in bed trying to think of “totally-not-weird” ways to bring it up to you. By sunrise all he had to show for his racing thoughts were dark circles under his eyes and the conclusion that he should probably wait. He held out for a year, but couldn’t take it anymore after that. He’d asked you on your one anniversary. Ricardo had taken you to a spot that overlooked all of Los Angeles, music playing softly from the car radio as you both sat on the hood, eating takeout and drinking cheap wine straight from the bottle. Just the slightest bit buzzed, he handed you the key to his house, and asked you to make it his home.

Now, there you both were, cleaning up after having dinner, that same wine having been sipped from glasses out of his kitchen cabinet. Your kitchen cabinet. You’re washing off the dishes, handing them off to Ricardo for him to dry and put away. He had his back to you, still wearing his work clothes, minus the jacket and the sleeves rolled up. He purposefully kept his leather holsters on, knowing how much they turned you on. He was in the teasing mood.

You and Ricardo spoke quietly to each other, talking about whatever came to mind, just wanting to hear each other’s voices. At the end of a long day, hearing Ricardo speak had the same effect on you as taking a muscle relaxer. You could feel the tension in your body slowly unwind with each syllable that passed through his beautiful lips. Your voice had the same effect on him. He hasn’t told you yet, but he keeps all of the voicemails you’ve left him, even the most mundane ones, just so he could play one and listen to it when particularly stressed at work.

Ricardo was sorting the silverware, putting them away in the correct drawer when your phone started buzzing next to you. The name “Karina” illuminated the screen.

You had met Karina a little less than a month into your relationship with Ricardo. His little girl — 16 years old, but nonetheless — was the most important person in his life, and he wanted you — the woman who had quickly become equally as important — to meet her. It was almost like taking you to meet his parents, if he were still a teenager; he wanted Karina’s approval.

He didn’t get it. When she saw you, a woman significantly younger than her father, not even ten years older than herself, she was outraged. She could never pinpoint exactly why; surely part of it was the stereotype of young women taking advantage of older men, as well as the slight creepiness of her father dating someone so much younger than him (a feeling ingrained in her by societal standards, and amplified by her mother’s reaction to the news). The night you two met, she had texted a friend to come pick her up from the restaurant and made up an excuse about having to study for an exam. You and Ricardo both saw through the lie, but let her go anyways.

That night was the only time you’d seen Ricardo cry, him leaning against the bathroom sink in his white undershirt and boxers, head hung low. You didn’t want to directly bring it up to him, knowing he’d try to say he was fine, so instead you forced yourself into being the big spoon, much to Ricardo’s confusion but also happiness.

Since then, you’d seen Karina a handful of times, each encounter with her being curt and tense. You never held any hard feelings towards her, though. How could you? She was Ricardo’s daughter, a part of him and his life that you were more than willing to accept. But no matter how hard you tried to befriend Karina and show her how much you truly loved her father, she never believed you.

Needless to say, the fact that she was calling you now was a little more than surprising.

The phone only rang buzzed twice before you answered.

“Hey,” you said cheerfully, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you rinsed the soap off of your hands. Ricardo glanced over his shoulder at you, but didn’t pay much mind.

A broken sob cracked through the phone, “Y/n, I-I need you to come pick me up.”

Your stomach immediately sank to the floor as your heard the desperation in Karina’s voice. You looked back at Ricardo, who was still busy putting away dishes, unaware of who was on the phone or the state that she was in.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” you asked quickly, stepping out of the kitchen. Those words, along with the clear concern in your voice, caught Ricardo’s attention, and he kept an eye on you as he finished cleaning up.

“I… I drank some alcohol, a-and these guys keep trying to touch me-“

“Where are you?” you ask, pacing the living room.

“I’m at a party… it’s at this abandoned house, in West Adams- please don’t tell my dad! He’d kill me if he knew I was here and I tried to call my mom but she isn’t answering and all my friends are either h-here or not answering their texts or too scared to come-“

“What’s the address?”

Ricardo comes up to you, drying off his hands with a dish towel, his brows furrowed. Your eyes meet his, and he sees slight panic in his eyes, along with something else he doesn’t quite recognize.

“I-I don’t know,” Karina stutters. You hear loud banging on the other end of the call, and Karina yelps, “Y/n, please, I need your help!”

You push past Ricardo, grabbing your keys off of the table by your front door. Ricardo follows quickly on your heels.

“Okay, get somewhere safe, away from those guys.”

“I’ve locked myself in the bathroom, but they’re right outside the door,” more loud bangs are heard, “Please hurry! I don’t know how long this lock will hold…”

“Listen to me, okay? Sit down on the ground and lean all your weight against the door. If there’s another way to secure it, do that, too. I’m on my way, just hold tight.”

“Okay… I don’t have much battery left…”

“That’s okay, just hang up, and if your phone gets to one percent and I’m still not there yet, use the last of that last little bit to call the police. I’d rather you be…” you quickly glance at Ricardo before continuing, “…arrested than hurt.”

“O-okay, Y/n,” another set of loud bangs, accompanied by a cracking sound and shouts, cause Karina to sob even harder, “Hurry!”

With that, the call ends. As soon as you pull the phone away from your ear, Ricardo is practically interrogating you.

“What’s happening? Who was that?”

You look in his eyes and see the fierce, protective warrior in him on the precipice of breaking free.

“Trinity, my friend, she went to this party and it’s a little too sketchy. She needs a ride home.”

“Where is she? Why would she get arrested? Did she take drugs or something-“

“Rick, I need to go,” you say, opening the front door.

He goes to grab his jacket that hangs by the front door, “I’m coming with you.”

“No,” you practically shout, your firm tone catching Ricardo off guard, “I love you, and I know you’re trying to help, but bringing my detective boyfriend would just escalate everything.”

“Y/n-“

“I’m leaving, you’re staying,” you say with a finality that leaves him glued to the spot as you walk out the door.

The crisp night air is pleasant against your skin, which burns with adrenaline. You get in your car, backing out of the driveway and speeding off down the road. You spare a glance at your home as you go, and spot Ricardo watching you from one of the front windows. Even from a distant, his worry is clear.

You make your way across town, running red lights where you could, accepting the fact that you’ll probably get a few traffic tickets in the mail. You don’t turn on the radio, but instead of silence your ears are filled with the rushing of blood. Turning onto the highway, you realize that, despite the situation, you feel no fear. Not for yourself, anyways. You fear for Karina, and, by extension, Ricardo. If anything were to happen to her… God, you don’t even want to think about that. Devastation is a puny, pathetic little worm of a word compared to what he’d feel.

You can’t let him get hurt. You can’t let them get hurt.

The focused scowl on your face is only broken by a tear running down your cheek as you realize that your feelings aren’t just about Ricardo. No, you’d never had a good relationship with Karina, but your heart would break if she was harmed.

‘Oh God,’ you think, ‘Is this my motherly instinct kicking in?’

“Y/n, you don’t want kids. You don’t. Want. Kids.”

You’re going over 100mph on the highway, passing cars left and right. Some drivers honk at you or flip you off. You grind your teeth, wanting to scream at them to fuck off, to say that the last thing you need — or care about — is their ire.

You get off the highway and start navigating through the outer streets of West Adams. The streetlights grow scarce and the homes become far more dilapidated the deeper you go. A speech comes to mind, one you’ve heard from Ricardo more times than you can count. You can practically hear his voice raging about the socioeconomic impact against minorities, how racial prejudice and the lack of proper public education, amongst so many other things, were the reasons areas like this existed. You always admired the outrage evident in the clench of his jaw and tightening of his fists. You huff in bitter amusement thinking about it.

‘My woke king.’

As you get into the heart of West Adams, you begin to hear a dull thudding sound. For a moment, you think your ears are playing tricks on you, but you roll down the window just enough for the sound to become clearer. Somewhere nearby, loud music blasts through cheap speakers.

You follow the sound, each beat getting louder as you get closer. At this point, it seems like the area around you is completely abandoned, save for the rhythm that vibrates through the air. You turn down a cracked and worn road, and bright pulsing lights radiates from a house at the end of the cul-de-sac. The place is clearly packed, if the overflow of people on the front lawn is anything to go by. You pull up on the grass, forcing partygoers out of the way as you get as close to the front door as possible. You quickly get out of your car, ignoring the people drunkenly yelling at you.

When you enter the house, the heavy reek of weed hits you, making you feel as if you’d already gotten a contact high from such a brief breath. You squeeze through the crowd, dozens of sweaty bodies shoved together in the small living room — or what you think is a living room. The inner walls of the house are crumbling, holes are scattered throughout the ceiling (and you’re sure you can hear even more people in the attic… who will probably fall through to the ground floor at any moment). Mold grows in every corner of the room, and when you see it, you realize that part of the darkness you smell comes from that.

‘Shitty place for a party…’

You make your way to the entrance of a small hallway, where the crowd somewhat thins out, though not by much. You see a group of four guys, all clean cut and freshly shaven, smoking cigarettes as they stalk around a closed door. They scream ‘Daddy’s money’, and you know that Karina is behind that door.

Shoving past the people in your way, you get to the bathroom, your eyes raging as you make eye contact with each of the guys.

“A little old for a party, aren’t you?” one of them huffs out, the smell of menthol and nicotine rolling off his tongue.

‘I’m 24, you fuck,’ you think, but don’t say anything. You push past him, nearly pressing your face into the door.

“K, it’s me,” you shout over the music, using her first initial just in case these rich scumbags don’t know her name. You’ll be damned if you give them any information that could help them track Karina down.

“Y/n?” she barely croaks out.

“Yeah, sweetie, I’m here. It’s okay to come out.”

“You her mom?” a different scumbag asks, blowing a thick cloud of smoke directly into your face.

You ignore him as the door barely opens. Karina peaks out from the crack. She looks rough, with mascara running down her face, her eyes swollen and puffy, and hair completely disheveled. When Karina sees it really is you, she opens the door just enough for you to reach your arm in. You wrap it around her shoulders, clinging tightly to her and pulling her out of the bathroom. She stumbles a bit, clearly having more alcohol than she had let on.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” you say, a threatening edge to your voice.

“Oh c’mon, baby girl, you don’t have to take her away so soon!”

You wince at the name he just used. That was a name you only let Ricardo use. Not even any of your previous lovers were allowed to call you that, but the way Ricardo said it made you swoon. Hearing it from one of those disgusting pigs felt like a knife twisting in your stomach. The ice was thin. If even a feather landed on it, the whole thing would crack.

Pulling Karina with you, you force your way back into the living room and out the door. The fresh air, though still somewhat thick with weed, was a relief on your lungs, and you quickly realized that you were, in fact, the slightest bit buzzed. No doubt Karina was, too.

You quickly threw her in the passenger seat, not in anger at her but to prevent anyone having any access to her longer than necessary. When you turn, however, you’re face-to-face four rich guys. They stare at you predatorily, disgustingly smug grins wiped across their mouths.

“You’re too young to be her mom,” the guy who first spoke to you says.

‘Really? Too old for a party, too young to be the mom?’

“Unless…” his grin turns into a toothy smile, “…you got an early start. Why don’t you open those pretty legs for us and we’ll-“

A jaw-cracking punch knocks the guy to the ground, blood quickly running from his open mouth. You shake your hand, knowing your knuckles will be bruised by dawn.

The other three guys quickly turn to help their friend back up, and you take the opportunity to sprint to the driver’s side. You throw the car in reverse, and are racing out of the cul-de-sac before they get him on his feet.

The first couple minutes are silent, save for the deep breaths both you and Karina take. Whereas you were steady before, now you have to keep both hands clutched to the wheel to stop them from shaking. Karina is less capable of hiding her trembles.

As the moments pass, you suddenly realize something.

“Um, where… where do you want me to take you?” you ask quietly.

Karina looks over at you, and from the quick glance you take, you see her eyes are red and glassy.

“You… you can take me to my mom’s place.”

“…Is she home?”

Karina pauses, then shakes her head.

You sigh, “Look, Karina, I’ll be totally honest with you. Even if your mom was home, I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you there.”

“Where else am I gonna go?”

“Home, with me.”

Karina’s eyes widen, “No, I can’t! My dad will know something’s up, I can’t let him find out about this!”

“Hey, chill,” you say reassuringly, “We’ll come up with a lie to tell him, okay? I don’t like lying to your dad… but I’ll make an exception.”

“It better be a pretty good lie. You know how he is…”

There’s a lull in the conversation. The blood rushing in your ears has subsided, and the quiet hum of the engine calms your frantic heart.

“…Thank you.”

Karina speaks so quietly, you almost think you imagined it. You come to a stop light, and look over at her. Her eyes dart from you to her feet.

“Karina, I’ve got your back. You can always count on me, alright?”

She nods, rubbing the sleeve of her shirt against her eyes. The mascara smears even more, making her look somewhat like a raccoon.

The light turns green, and you drive a few blocks before stopping at a fast food place. You park the car and start digging through the glovebox. The distinct noise of crumpling plastic is heard as you pull out a pack of wipes.

“Look at me,” you say gently.

Karina turns to face you, and you carefully wipe the wet cloth across her cheeks.

“I don’t wear makeup, so I don’t tend to keep makeup wipes around,” you say with a slight laugh, “but this should get most of it off.”

Karina stares at you wide-eyed as your clean the messy makeup off her face. When it’s all removed, you pull back to take her face in. Without the mascara and foundation, she looks more like the girl you see Ricardo looking at in his wallet. Innocent, sweet, naive to all the harsh realities of life. Your heart clenches when you think that she was in a place as dangerous as that party. God knows, you wouldn’t be surprised if Ricardo ended up having to investigate an overdose or something out there.

You put the wipes away and lean back in your seat, taking a moment to close your eyes and clear your head. You have to come up with a cover story, an explanation for why you went to save your friend and returned with a tipsy, weed-scented Karina.

“Listen,” you start slowly, “I’m gonna go through drive-thru and order you some tea.”

You look over at her, and smile softly, “We’ll go over the story on the way home. Sound good?”

Karina gives you the smallest smile, and nods.

“Good. Now,” you say, throwing the car into reverse, “how do you take your tea?”

***

You walk through the front door of your home, Karina right behind you. Once the door is shut and locked, you feel the night catch up with you, a pounding headache hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Ricardo is sitting on the couch, still in his work clothes. When he sees you two come in, his face lights up in happiness, which quickly twists into confusion.

“Karina,” he says, standing up and coming to you both, “what’re you doing here?”

Karina opens her mouth to speak, but quickly stops when she sees Ricardo sniff the air. He leans closer to her, sniffing again, then straightens. A thick eyebrow is raised as his eyes take on a very serious glare.

“Why do you smell like pot?”

“She and her friends went out to grab a bite,” you say, and Ricardo’s eyes go to yours, “There were some weird guys smoking weed near them. After I picked Trinity up, we stopped by the same restaurant to get her some water, and I bumped into Karina. She was kinda uncomfortable because of the guys, but didn’t want to flake out on her friends. So, I said I was there to pick her up.”

Ricardo hums, looking back at Karina, “You’re supposed to be staying with your mother. Why didn’t you go back there?”

Karina looks nervously at the ground, and shrugs, “You know how mom is. And after being around those… guys… I just felt safer coming her.”

Ricardo’s gaze softens, and he pulls his daughter into a tight hug.

“You always have a safe place here, Karina,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he squeezes her tightly.

When he lets go, Ricardo glances over at you. His eyes quickly go over your body, pausing briefly at your bruised and swollen knuckles.

“Come on,” he says, turning back to Karina, “go get a shower. Wash the stench off and then go get some sleep. I’ll make your favorite breakfast in the morning.”

Karina smiles brightly at him, then flashes the same look at you. Your taken aback when you see genuine appreciation and, dare you say, a hint of admiration in her eyes. Karina quickly disappears down the hall, going into the bathroom. She shuts the door, and you sigh in relief as it clicks in place not out of fear, but out of privacy.

“So,” Ricardo starts, and you turn to him. Your breath catches in your throat when you sees his serious glare has returned, the full force of it now directed at you. “You must’ve been at the restaurant awhile. You also reek of weed.”

You shrug, “The shit clings to you.”

Ricardo takes a step forward, closing the gap between you two. Your chests and stomachs touch in such close proximity, and one of his large hands comes up to gently run through your hair. In an instant you feel yourself being sent into sub-space, and, at the moment, that is very dangerous territory.

“I know the truth,” he says softly, “I followed you to West Adams.”

You look down, your eyes starting to sting as your vision blurs.

“Ricardo, I am so sorry…” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He gently tugs the hair at the back of your head, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “Why did you lie to me?”

Your lips tremble, “Karina was already so scared… I just… I needed to help her…”

“We could’ve helped her. Together.”

You close your eyes, “I know. She just really didn’t want you to know where she was. Ricardo, she’s gone through enough tonight. She learned her lesson-“

His lips interrupt you, kissing with such a soft tenderness that you feel butterflies in your stomach. You barely move, only allowing your lips to dance with his as you relinquish control to him. Only when his lungs ache for air does he pull away, and despite your own chest burning for oxygen, you chase his lips for more. He grips your hair tighter, stopping you from moving forward.

When you open your eyes again, you see the kindest love in his eyes, and a gratefulness that you’ve only seen victims give him after a criminal has been arrested or convicted. You’ve never seen that same depth of gratitude expressed by your detective.

“This… this is why it didn’t work out between Karina’s mother and I,” he says, petting the back of your head, “She wasn’t willing to risk her own safety for that of Karina’s. And yet here you are, throwing yourself in harms way.”

“Rick…”

“It was stupid,” he says firmly, “and if something like this happens again, I want you to tell me the truth. Alright?”

You nod, “As long… as long as you don’t beat a dead horse, and get mad at Karina when the experience was bad enough.”

Ricardo leans forward and kisses you again, this time more ardently.

“You’re gonna make a wonderful mom,” he says, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

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