#I just have to settle for making his life shitty enough that he threw me out of it

[perfectlyvalid49]

Well, @palefirefox decided to block me, which is actually probably fair, given that I’ve been relentlessly calling him on his bullshit. Before he did though, he did claim that he didn’t say any of the things I accused him of in my numbered post last night, and that I couldn’t find quotes. (bottom of my post included so you can see that it is what he's responding to):

I made the list I made by going through his blog, so some of them might be hard to find, but here’s what I could pull just from what’s on my blog (I highlighted the relevant parts on the longer bits because I didn’t want to be accused of taking anything out of context but there’s a lot to read):

Judaism isn’t a real religion/ Judaism doesn’t allow converts

If Judaism does allow converts it’s a Zionist plot

Palefirefox has “expertise in cultural history” that the members of the culture that is under discussion (Judaism) lack.

Being Jewish doesn’t mean you know more about Judaism than palefirefox does (given the way it was used to “answer” the question, I’m interpreting the below to mean that because Christians aren’t necessarily experts in their religion, Jews aren’t either. Which is actually a fair point, but it doesn’t answer the question of how he knows more, and also it’s easier to know when someone is wrong than to produce the correct answer yourself. I pointed out that the average Christian might not be able to name all of Jesus’s disciples, but they can probably tell that Odin wasn’t one of them.)

He has claimed that antisemitism isn’t a valid term because “Semite” refers to both Jews and Arabs, so Jews can’t use it to refer only to themselves

He has said that he won’t consider any evidence coming from the USA in general, and has disregarded provided links to proof because they weren’t quality (including the OED and BBC websites)

People claiming to be Jewish who are telling him that he’s wrong are probably lying and shouldn’t be believed

Jewish people were probably taught their own religion incorrectly and he knows it better than they do

While he demands that others provide proof of what they say, he flat refuses to provide any proof of his own.

Anyway, if anyone wants to send this on to him so that he can see that the mean lady on the internet has proof, I’d appreciate it.

#long post #antisemitism #antisemitic and stupid #he wants receipts? #I have a job where I'm barely supervised and on a computer all day #and I absolutely have the time and unbridled rage necessary to spend a few hours pulling up his own words to throw in his face #In general I know that harassing people like this is wrong #but his blog shows pretty good evidence that he may be an actual Nazi #I'd punch him if I could #I just have to settle for making his life shitty enough that he threw me out of it #consolation prizes

[hoodharlow]

Back to You

Part 1: Different Side I See

AN: if you saw me post this yesterday, no you didn’t 

Requested? No

Warnings: mentions of cheating done by non-main character, mentions of smut (if you squint you kinda 

Word Count: 2.3k words

“Why do you hate me? Have I not suffered enough?” 

“Aspen, honey,” Sage, her agent, began.

The tall brunette turned to her agent and shook her head. “No.” she responded before walking to her closet. 

“It’s just an evening.” they said as if it would soften the blow. They got up from their seat and walked up to Aspen, who threw her things into her suitcases. “Honey, this could be a good way to prove that you’re over it. You just finished filming a movie, and you won your first Tony a few months back. In addition, earlier this week, you got nominated for your first Grammy. Things are looking good for you. It's been eight months.” 

Sage was right, it had been eight months. Eight months since Aspen’s whole life fell apart. Eight months since her soccer player ex got caught cheating on her with Arsenal's, the team he plays for, main jersey chaser. And instead of him getting called out for being a cheating asshole, Aspen got the short end of the stick. She was ridiculed all over social media getting called stupid for thinking that someone with his career would be loyal. She also got dragged through the mud by the team’s fans for taking away attention from the fact that he scored the winning goal and the team won their match against their rivals.

There was a knock coming from the main door of her penthouse suite. Aspen set down her things and went to see who was at the door. She checked the peephole and cursed. 

"They put you up to this, didn't they." She said opening the door to the last person she wanted to see.

"Damn, not even a hello." Jack said, touching his chest. "And to think I brought you Nandos."

"Get inside." She said, rolling her eyes. 

"Yo, she saw right through it." He told Sage when he set down the take-out bag on the counter in front of the kitchenette. He grabbed the food he ordered for himself and went to sit on a couch.

"I just want to go home and not think about work until next year." Aspen said, rummaging through the bag to see what he got her. 

"Honey, just do this one thing for me and you're off the hook for the rest of the year." Her agent clasped their hands together, pleading. 

"Promise?" She held out her pinky finger to her.

"Promise." Sage nodded, wrapping their pinky around Aspen’s. 

"Fine." She said begrudgingly. 

"Great! Your cousin will be here first thing with some look compiled." They said, grabbing their Birkin that was next to Jack. 

"I was going no matter what, huh." Aspen said 

"That's right." Her agent smiled innocently. They waved at Jack and exited the suite.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked. 

"The stupid GQ awards thingy." Aspen waved her hand in the air. She sat criss-cross applesauce next to him and dug in her food. "He's going to be there." 

"Oh, I'm going to that, so are Urban and Ace. If anything happens, we'll defend your honor." 

"Great, what I just need is for my ex to see me with my other ex." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Jack could feel her nerves radiate off her body. Undoubtedly, anyone In Aspen’s shoes would be nervous to be in the same room as their ex, especially after what they did to her. When he saw the video of her ex and the other woman making out at some club, he felt angry with him. Only an idiot would fuck up and lose Aspen. Jack would know, he let her walk away because he was too scared to fight for their relationship. He'll do anything to get her back, but for now he'll settle by being her friend, even if it meant that he had to comfort her while she brooded over her shitty ex.

"This shit isn't all that, you know." He said to change the subject, pointing at the nearly finished Nandos plate. "I don't know why this had a chokehold on you when we were in high school."

"You can be honest. I'm not gonna snitch on you to KFC that you had chicken somewhere else." 

"At least because of this, I was able to bag you back in the day." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Your little obsession with Niall was how I knew you had a thing for us Irish folk." Jack said confidently.

Nearly ten years ago Jack and Aspen first became a couple the summer before they started their junior year of high school. But they were friends for years. They were always the first to sign up for community or school talent shows. One of the things they had in common was they both knew they were meant to be famous. 

After high school, Jack moved to Atlanta to pursue his music, Aspen moved to LA for school to study psychology. But deep down she knew her true calling was acting, it had been since she was young.

She knew she was meant to be on stage or in front of the camera. One of her fathers was the head of the performing arts program in the University of Louisville, so she spent most of her free time growing up in the theater. She fell in love with it. There was something special about being able to put on a costume and transform into someone completely different for a few hours. She loved having all eyes on her while she brought a script back to life. It was second nature for her. 

One day, back in 2018, after her ecology lab, she saw a sign posted in the quad about open auditions for casting for a movie. The part wasn't for one of the main characters. She was auditioning to play the older sister of one of the main characters. After several rounds of auditions, she didn't get the role, but the casting director offered her another role. It was for one of the main female characters of her favorite book series when she was in high school that was going straight to series on Amazon Prime. She accepted it immediately and dropped out of school. 

She was nervous to tell her dads. They both wanted her to go to school first so she could have a backup plan in case acting didn't work out for her. But upon hearing the news, they were excited for her and got in contact with Sage, a friend of theirs who worked in the entertainment industry. They became Aspen’s agent and the rest just fell into place. 

Jack and Aspen ended up breaking up in early 2019. Their lives got hectic. Jack's music was slowly but surely taking off and Aspen was focused on the show. Since they wanted to follow the series's timeline, they had to film everything within two years. Each season would come out with months between them. It was very ambitious, but the series was able to get it done. It became insanely popular, competing with other teen shows and movies from other streaming services. 

Despite everything, Jack and Aspen remained close friends. In 2021, they were seen together at one of Jack's festival shows and people all over Twitter were confused. Everyone was confused because they seemed like an unlikely pair. The only thing they had in common was that they were both from Louisville. Aspen rarely talked about her life before she got famous, just the general stuff about her family and how she was in college when she started acting. While Jack was pretty open about his life growing up, he never mentioned his relationship with Aspen. Mostly because there wasn't much to tell. They have known each other since middle school, dated when they were sixteen and broke up in 2019 on good terms. After that they remained good friends, but didn't hangout because they had busy schedules. 

At some point a fan page posted a picture of the pair at their senior prom that they found buried deep in the depths of Facebook, implying that they dated. Said fan page also went through so many posts on all social media platforms, screenshotting and screen recording their interactions and posted 'evidence' that there was more than what Jack and Aspen were telling them. So Jack made a statement telling his fans to stop lurking through old Facebook accounts because it was weird and evasive.

"What are you thinking about?" Jack asked her as he picked up their now empty food containers. 

"That we fucking made it." She laughed to herself quietly. "We're in fucking London. You're about to finish the European leg of your world tour and I just finished filming a movie." 

"I'm not surprised. I knew we were meant for this." He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "It was about time people got with the program."

"Yeah?" She asked him quietly.

"You're a star, Aspen." 

"I'm a staur." She said like Mia Goth in Pearl when her character had a breakdown after getting rejected by the church dance troupes. 

They both giggled, leaning into each other. Aspen’s green eyes gazed into Jack's blue eyes. Without thinking twice, she cupped his cheek and claimed his lips. Jack kissed her back, deepening their kiss. Without breaking their kiss, Aspen straddled one of his thighs, slowly rubbing herself against his dark jeans. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his hands rested on her ass. 

"When I came over, I didn't come to coerce you into sex." Jack said, breaking their kiss.

"I know." Aspen said breathlessly. "I want–"

"Sex with you is the last thing on my mind." He said, sliding her off his lap. "I have to go…I'm sorry, dude." 

***

Aspen smiled for the cameras. She looked radiant as ever in a custom gown. It was a pale pink, silk-satin, floor length gown that had a large flower around her neck and two cutouts, one above her chest and a small one just below her chest. The dress also had dramatic 80s style shoulder pads. She felt like she was part of an 80s soap opera. She even had a faux fur coat to beat out the cold November night. 

Her cousin slash assistant, Rubí, waved her over when she finished the red carpet. "They said we're at table seven. Which is thankfully on the other end where trashcan –I mean– Christian is. He got a seat near the speakers." She said, as they walked to their table.

Aspen looked over to the table and cursed. She spotted the back of stupid Jack's stupid head. She turned to her cousin, clasping her hands, and begged, "Rubí, why don't we just go back to the hotel? I did the red carpet. Sage wouldn't even know."

"No, I don't know what happened between you and Jack the other night, but you're going to sit through that dinner. And so am I because I'm fucking starving." Rubí wrapped her hand around Aspen’s wrist and dragged her to the table. 

Jack and his friends hadn't sat down yet, so they were standing in a huddle. Aspen tried her best to be discreet, but she made eye contact with Urban. She set her things down and went up to the group. 

"Hi, guys.” she said, hugging him. Then she hugged Ace. 

“Hi, I’m Aitch.” the British rapper said, introducing himself in a tone that was a bit too friendly for Jack’s liking. 

“Nice to meet you.” Aspen said, shaking his hand. 

Jack extended his arms ready to hug Aspen, but she took a step back. "Dude," she nodded curtly. 

She turned to her cousin and whispered in her ear something before turning to the guys. "If you'll excuse us, we're going to grab drinks. Y'all want anything?"

“No, we just got ours already, thank you though.” Urban answered for the group.

Aspen nodded and motioned at Rubí to follow her. Before they reached the bar, Aspen was stopped by Salma Hayek, so the trio made small talk. 

“What did you do to piss off Aspen?” Ace asked Jack as they watched her and Rubí walk over to the bar. 

“What makes you think I did something?” he said defensively. 

“Because we fucking know you. You always do something to piss off Aspen.” Urban shrugged. 

“I do not.” Jack scoffed. 

Ace and Urban shared a look but dropped the subject. They moved on to talk about Jack’s last few shows in Europe with Aitch. Jack stopped paying attention at some point. His mind went back to the other night when he rejected Aspen. She had every single right to be upset with him. As much as he also wanted to sleep with her, he was being honest with her when he told her that hooking up with her was the last thing on his mind. When her agent called him to help them convince Aspen to attend the awards ceremony. They told him that they knew Aspen wouldn't want to go because her ex was going to be there. He knew better than to try to rouse her up when he knew her mind was somewhere else. Could he have been more gentle with how he told her? Obviously, when he left her suite, he hated himself with how he said it. But he knew Aspen and despite everything, he would do whatever she wanted him to do.

Thoughtlessly, Jack excused himself and went over to the bar. Rubí saw him and pointed at her phone, answering it, leaving Aspen alone. 

“Hey,” Jack said, gently squeezing her elbow, “can we talk?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jack or should I say dude?” Aspen whispered. 

“Just give me five minutes, please.” 

“Fine.” she gave in. 

She pulled out her phone and texted Rubí that she was going to talk to Jack and they’d be back in five minutes. Jack took her hand, and they left the main venue to look for a more private place to talk. They settled for a bay window. 

“Okay, talk.” Aspen motioned, crossing her arms. 

“I’m sorry for not wanting to have–”

“You’re so fucking irritating Jack.” She cut him off. “I’m not upset because of that.”

“Then why are you being fucking petty?” he retorted. “I was clear with my intentions. I didn’t want to fuck you when you were still pining over your ex.”

“That didn’t stop you back at your birthday party.” she muttered. 

“What was that?” he said. 

“Nada.” she said, starting to walk away, but Jack caught her arm and pulled her back to him.

Jack gently pushed her into the brick wall and leaned into her. “Don’t fucking twist my words, dude. You were the one who pulled me to the broom closet at the bowling place. You were the one who dropped her knees and choked on my dick. After that you were the one begging me fuck you in the back of my like old time. And I let you do that because I fucking pittied–”  

Aspen cut him off by claiming his lips. The kiss was messy. The urgency between them increased as lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his hips. She pulled him closer by his shirt, wanting more of him. 

“Shit didn’t mean to interrupt.” Aspen’s ex called behind them, making the pair pull away. He walked away without saying another word, but Jack caught the smirk in his face.

“I’m so sorry.” Aspen began sputtering. “I saw him, and just panicked. I shouldn’t have–”

“You’re a fucking piece of work, Aspen.” Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I hope for our sake this is the last time I’m ever in the same room as you.” 

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[multifandomslxt]

BLACK ROSES Pt.5

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word count: 1.4k

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

Warnings for this chapter: mentions violence, panic attacks, Trauma, scars etc. Jeno is obsessed.

*((((A/N: words in bold are her conscience and words spoken in Korean are in italics ))))*

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@painted-hills @mings-cafe

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FLOWER OF THE DAY: The Hibiscus. They are the symbol of positivity, joy, and cheer. They can also mean good luck and wealth. They can be kept as a personal “good luck” gift. Or given to someone who needs some positivity in their life.

“No! that’s not fair!”  I screamed in exasperation.

“Flower, I’m not cheating. I promise you it is a word.” Jeno said with his eyes twinkling in amusement.

We were currently in his office playing Scrabble.

We sat on opposite sides of his work desk.

I know, I was bored, okay?

This is the third time he’s won and I’m getting annoyed.

“Finifugal is not a word.” I argued. What the hell did he take me for?

He looks at me and smiles, his eyes making crescents “It is though.”

I kissed my teeth and lifted my self out of the chair making a mental note to google the word later.

“I’m finished playing.” Since all he wanted to do was cheat, I’d leave.

He threw his head back and laughed at my disgruntlement.

“You can end the game Flower but you’re staying with me today.”

I rolled my eyes at his bossiness.

The man hadn’t let me out of his sight since I told him about the scars on my back.

That was 2 weeks ago.

And over said 2 weeks I got my phone back.

Yay.

“I’ve been under your nose for 2 weeks already.” I complained.

“Exactly, so what’s 2 more?”

I squinted my eyes at him but sat down anyway. “I’m bored and I can’t do anything with you always watching like that”.

He arched a perfect brow “Why not?”

I huffed and crossed my arms “I just can’t!”

He leaned back in his chair and smirked with a mischievous look in his eyes “Is it because I make you nervous flower?”

Just like that the atmosphere became heavy and thick with tension.

Sexual Tension.

I gulped and looked away from his gaze “You’re an asshole”.

Fuck.

Why the hell does he have to be so annoyingly hot?

I squeeze my thighs together at the inappropriate thoughts passing through my head.

I must’ve been doing a shitty job of hiding it because next thing I know he speaks.

“Is there something wrong princess?” He says lowly.

His head is tilted slightly and his eyes dark, enough for me to know that he knows exactly what’s going on.

“Everything is fine.” I rush out.

I rather die than let him make a fool out of me.

My attraction to him is not something I want, so I’ll ignore it.

“What did I tell you about lying to me Y/n?” He grunted out.

I shut my eyes tightly trying to shut him out.

Although, the heat pooling between my legs proved that my methods were not effective at all.

“Come here.” He spoke out to me.

I peeled my eyes open and met his gaze.

I could see him fighting the little restrain he had left.

Good, I won’t be the only one suffering today.

“Come. Here. Now.” He said calmly. His patience must’ve been wearing thin.

I got up from my chair and made my way around his desk settling right in front of him.

He had pulled his chair back and was now looking at me with his legs spread and a dark look in his eyes.

“You’re killing me” He was angry. Furious even.

I said nothing. Too afraid that I would give in to his addicting self.

I stood for what felt like hours under his heated gaze.

I watched him clench and unclench his jaw in some type of anticipation.

In the dark confinement of his office, I realized…

We were waiting on each other.

Unconsciously making a bet.

‘Who will be the first to crack.’

“I want you.”

Those three words were uttered in such desperation.

Those words were uttered by the one who cracked first.

It was me.

I held his gaze completely unfazed by my abrupt confession.

He says nothing for a moment.

But even then, I could tell by his eyes,

He wanted me too.

 Maybe even more than I wanted him.

“Before we start anything Flower, I need you to know that there is no coming back from this. After this I won’t be able to give you up or let you go.” He says sternly.

I expected to have my mind filled with questions, but it seemed for once my heart and mind were on the same track.

I wanted Jeno.

I wanted him Now.

“Do you understand?” Jeno continues oblivious to the fact that I already had my answer from the minute he walked into Izzy’s flower shop.

“Yes, I understand.” I said without missing a beat.

“Good. Now, strip and get on the table.” He says gruffly.

 My body buzzed in anticipation.

I wanted him to break me apart and put me back together again.

Something told me that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Soon, I was naked and sat at the edge of his table.

“Such a fucking good girl.” He smiled and looked at me.

My heart soared as he praised me.

“I want you to do something for me okay?”

I nodded my head eagerly.

I can’t wait to feel him inside of me.

“I want you to touch yourself.” He rasps.

I didn’t object but I didn’t move either.

I suddenly felt sick.

‘Touch yourself for me Dove’.

“No” I whispered.

“If you aren’t comfortable with that you can tell me flower.” Jeno’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

His eyes held sincerity.

“I’m sorry.” I said ashamed. This went horribly wrong.

“You don’t have to apologize baby”

He was still seated but his belt was undone.

He hadn’t touched me yet.

 I wanted him to.

I needed him to.

But I was scared.

‘Look at you trying to get rid of me already. I’ll never let that happen Dove.’

It happened so fast.

First, I felt nauseous.

The marks on my back started to itch.

Then they started to burn.

I dropped to the floor in excruciating pain.

I could hear Jeno’s voice in the background calling out for me.

“Flower? What’s wrong?’’ Jeno questioned alarmed.

I’d never heard him like that before.

I’ve never heard him so scared.

I tired to answer but my throat felt like it was closing up.

A vivid image of my brother’s face smiling down at me caused me to cry out.

“Y/N!” Jeno called out in alarm. He must’ve gotten up some time ago because felt his hands holding my bare waist.

“GET A DOCTOR IN HERE NOW!”

Was someone else in here with us?

‘This is what happens when you don’t listen Dove.’

I watched as the vivid image of my brother start to choke me.

I couldn’t breathe at all.

My hands clawed at my throat trying to pry my brother’s hands off me.

“Fucksake! Y/N breathe!” Jeno shouted.

I couldn’t.

“Breathe dammit!”

I was going to die.

”Y/N! Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes do you hear me!”

Suddenly, I was floating.

No, I think Jeno was carrying me.

He was running.

My eyelids felt heavy, and my limbs felt weak.

“Y/N please”

It must’ve been raining because I could feel the drops of rain on my face.

I smiled drunkenly.

I’d always wanted to die on a rainy day.

Then I realized, as blurry as my surrounding were I knew these dark halls.

We were still inside.

Rain doesn’t fall inside so how did I feel raindrops on my cheek?

My half-closed eyes looked up at Jeno.

As blurry as things were it was hard to miss his clenched jaw and watery eyes.

And before everything went black I realized,

It wasn’t rain, it was Jeno.

“Flower, you can’t leave me”

He was crying for me.

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[dingdongdoodilydoodilydoo]

Despite what people think, your mom is a raging Karen - nothing ever pleases her, nothing is to her standards, no one could ever make her happy. Molly was a bitter woman, to put it shortly - the burnt out husk of a once vibrant and proud woman.

She once had pride. In herself, her husband. In you.

There was a time when you remember her smiling. She smiled at you, and she smiled at your dad, and she smiled gladly. She possessed such a great fire and spirit that you missed on your rare moments of sobriety.

That stupid fire took everything from you.

The world spun on without blinking an eye as the family now in serious debt for a manmade fire that consumed the garage and slowly destroyed your parents, their marriage, your life and your self worth. It's the reason you hated - maybe still blame him even - Seth and his shitty smirk. While you took on the brunt of the blame for the accident that broke the family, he was placed on a pedestal and made the impossible standard you would never meet.

Because of that fire, Molly lost hers.

A drunkard for a husband years after the fire, a son who refused to live within her standards, and the laughingstock of her community because everyone but her saw Seth for what he was, she became the bitter thorn she is today.

You tell yourself that the reason you still keep in touch with a 49½ foot pole from the human equivalent of the Elephant's Foot is because she seems to only spark to life when she's meeting you head on. Verbal abuse or not, she lights up when you are around - whether because she's got a twisted way of showing her pride via Tiger Mom parenting tactics that would break anyone or because she genuinely only knows hatred, it's the only time anyone sees that spark of the old Molly.

"Pickles? I specifically asked you to get my special pinot noir! All I'm getting is thet terrible pop equivalent of a kid's grape juice! Ope, excuse me -!" She yanks on one of the Klokateers arms as she's getting her luggage brought in again, because the first set was confiscated - something about cheese and wine she had brought for the other ladies. Local stuff from the wineries south of the Illinois-Wisconsin border, cheeses made and aged locally.

She threw such a loud and abusive screaming fit when it was confiscated that she destroyed half a room, her clothes somehow, and made one or 2 Klokateers puncture their own ears than to continue hearing her that you got called to calm her down.

Which did happen, oddly enough. She saw you and completely forgot she had her 'mom night charcuterie goods' taken from her possession. She asked why you hadn't seen her right away, and made to tidy the room she tried to pretend was in that state already.

You look at her as she gives an earful to another poor Gear, feeling small again as sobriety drags you back to the reality that she was here, she was calmed, and she was not chewing you out ... yet.

"And make sure it's wine!" She yells at the poor Klokateer she just let go - no one else present now while she grumbles about the lack of liquor, you wonder why you even bother. Without anyone else nearby, you would be her next target.

"Did you hear Amber is setting up a school? I'm so happy Seth found such a bright you woman to marry -- when are ya gonna settle, kiddo? This rockstar life isn't gonna keep your lights on forever..." she says, grabbing what looks like a dress and places into a pile she designated as 'not Molly's taste'.

You fight the urge to tell her you're richer than entire countries, but bite your tongue. She's just rambling while she goes through the pre-assorted clothes some Gear had brought up for her, as she picks her selection for the long weekend ahead. She's not berating you, not entirely.

"So, Pickles. Are ya listenin' to your mother? You're zoning out again - are you high? Jesus, Pickles, I can't even talk to you without you having some kind of drug in you."

It's hard to think about.

Well, that is if he can even think at all.

Its nice for a moment, to remember that there was a time where she was happy, when your family was happy, when you were happy.

But that's gone now.

Now all of those moments are an internal purgatory, replaying in the back of his head while he tries to forget all of the bad times. A reminder that it could've been better, that he could've been better. A reminder that he could be worth something, that he wouldn't be a failure in his mother's eyes.

But, he isn't. He isn't good enough, he'll never be good enough.

It only worsens when she visits, when her presence alone makes him remember all the bad times.

The garage.

All the failed classes, all of the alcohol poisoning, all of the overdoses.

The reason he keeps his sweatbands on, all the scars he inflicted because of the constant torment he was subjected to. He tried so hard to forget.

But, now, here she was. To make him remember again. He wasn't even able to register that she had asked why he hadn't talked to her soon enough, only snapping back to reality the moment she went off about the wine.

"Yeah I-...I know, I forgaht, okey? They're jest givin' you what we have here—" The drummer had tried to explain before she had cut him off, opting to talk to a Gear instead.

Watching her mouth the poor Klokateer off was pure hell for him.

He was embarrassed.

It's not the first time she'd done it, no, the first time was when she had argued with the whole neighborhood about how Seth deserved to join a birthday party.

He tried to block it out, fidgeting with his sweatbands, tapping his fingertips against his thighs, anything to just...slip away, just for a little while.

This would be better drunk.

At least when he was drunk, he didn't have to think about his mom again.

He could be with his band right now, he could be with the rhythm guitarist who had issues of his own, he could be there to help, but he's here.

Why did he have to be here.

It could be worse though, she could be yelling at him, hitting and punching him, but...she isn't. Maybe she had a drink on the way here? He wouldn't be surprised.

Fuck, she's talking about Seth and Amber. He had forgotten about them for a while.

Oh, right, he gave them money...for...what again? He forgot, he blocked out most memories with his family anyway...fuck, the school...he said he'd do it for his nephew.

"That's- that's good for them, mom. Uh- y-you know, I'm the one who gave them the money to start the um...the school, y'know?" Pickles said desperately, almost begging for Molly to recognize he could do something to get her attention.

And...she doesn't care, of course, she never does.

Why does she always have to do this? Make him feel like he's worth nothing, make him feel like all of his accomplishments have done nothing. He's the seventh top financial power, and somehow, she can make him feel like a man with a dime to his name.

Why is she asking about tying himself down? What did- what did- why does that matter? She knows it's always been a sensitive subject, why did she have to bring it up now?

It could be worse.

Oh, wait, she's talking again.

Why wouldn't he be listening? There's nothing he could fucking do to distract himself anymore. He'd do it all to be high, drunk, anything.

Why did she have to remind him that he's just a junkie in her eyes.

Fuck it, talking back won't do anything, he isn't a child anymore. She can't hit him, she can't lock him under the stairs, she can't, she won't.

"I don't- I don't need to settle, I don't do commitment. You know that...remember what happened with— oh whatever..."

Oh well, so much for hoping.

She's gonna yell, she's gonna scratch, pinch, slap, oh god all he had to do was bite his fucking tongue.

The razor under his mattress is calling his name.

#//hey babes #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #🍺🥁💊 #🐍🥃 #rp blog #molly (metalocalypse) #seth (metalocalypse) #calvert (metalocalypse) #sh mention

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

Well, I have to say I know nothing about her. I have never seen or read an interview with her, I only know her photos on IG. I hope she is a good person and not just a clout chaser.//

Unfortunately it seems to be the opposite which is why a small percentage feel some type of way amongst the percentage of this fandom concerned about the bs age gap. Her and Justin are the reason the speculation continued they threw bs breadcrumbs and unfortunately this fandom took the bait. There’s still no confirmation of anything so no need to get riled up. As far as her I don’t know the chick but from the info I’ve gathered between her friend Justin, the Sugarbabies account, the alleged finsta that she unfollowed of them making fun of Chris, her acting career of porn related Lolita content (nothing wrong with nudity but when majority of your past roles are based on forcing this innocent childlike image with sexual undertone ……yeah I’m judging) I’ve seen gifs of her past “acting” role legit playing with herself…..this fandom claims to be fans of Chris but based on what I’ve been forced to come across because of the “detectives” aka stalkers of this fandom and gossip bloggers on other sites who just love to post things…..I’m not fond of this chick and I can see why some are questioning Chris’ attraction to her also the childish nature of her friends and his with the like/unlike follow/unfollow, but like they say, show me who your friends are and I’ll show you who you are. Chris has a history with women who seem problematic….maybe that’s what he likes, maybe he’s actually problematic himself in real life, who knows….again no confirmation of anything, could be strictly friends, he could be dating her mom. 😂 but too many “coincidences”. I just wish they either own up to whatever or keep shit private. To know people are speculating and instead of ignoring it you decide to add fuel to the fire is just a shitty thing to do to your so called fans especially when you volunteer a bs laser focused answer about love when that wasn’t even the question you were asked sir🤣😂.

At the end of the day it’s his life, his choice, his shitshow. Meh I have my own crap to worry about. I just wish this fandom would either wait for legit stuff to come out and then they can lose their shit. At the end of the day, he’s going to settle down one day and I can understand feeling the need to want better for him, but if he feels whatever he does is his best, then that’s his choice. We’re only accountable for ourselves.

There is a small percentage of fans that want the very best for the person they support, to see someone with all the potential in the world make what we deem shitty choices can be difficult to witness because many project their own mess onto others ie (if I were in your position I’d do this this and that) but again we’re not and we don’t know these folks so time for many to go touch grass.

I kid you not if Chris ended up with a woman who the fandom felt was a good fit meaning, has her own, isn’t riling up shit, makes Chris happy, etc I promise you you’d see a side of this fandom that many believe does not exist ie….calm. Lol yes there will be those who have an issue that he’s not dating them but trust with the right woman, I’m sure many would defend said woman and the madness would calm for the most part. I wish that in the future but with Chris’ track record I’d be shocked. Okay enough rambling for me, I’m just here for Dodger content!

Honestly, the more I see or read about her, the stranger I find this constellation. she seems quite immature to me. But maybe this is the image she wants to show. On SM you just see what these people want you to see. But jesus, this Lolita image is too much for me. Seriously, I'm not prude, but with an image like that, you're pigeonholed straight away.

#my opinion

[returntosaturn271995]

Tuesday, September 5th: Dolly, get me through

It's days like this that make me wish I smoked. Not that I regret having clean lungs and all, it's just something soothing to do with my hands while I look off into the sunset of a hard day's work. Had I been born in any other generation or simply a European country, I would have been a smoker. A leathery, yellow-toothed, halitosis-ridden BABE. Sexy as fuck as I chase the work day into night with my nicotine-shaking hands.

Instead, I had to settle for chewing a thumbnail off and taking one solitary toke of my joint because I have such a low tolerance for weed and am not drinking alcohol this month. Lame.

Today was a productive one though, with or without a little treat after. Dolly Parton's 9-to-5 was pumping from my Spotify while I worked my ass off from 6 am to 4 pm and took a 27-minute run on my lunch break (average pace 9 miles an hour).

Another indicator of things changing? My older pairs of jeans are all too tight. My muscle gain has left the delusional corners of my head and entered reality as they are now skin-tight. I felt proud of my slightly-less-chicken-like legs and threw out my old jeans. It was like the scene from ACOSF when Nesta needs new fighting leathers. In fact, a pair of leather leggings that I got from Aritzia years ago and kept for when I finally "got in shape", now fit me perfectly.

Today's Half-Baked Harvest meal was another bougie toast: I toasted some sourdough bread, coated the bottom with pesto sauce, broke a ball of burrata over it, sliced some rainbow cherry tomatoes, torn basil leaves, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, pepper, and sea salt. Mmmmm.

The guy who asked for my number at Palmy's yesterday followed up with a book recommendation. He's sweet but I'm literally going to therapy tomorrow because of how much I don't trust men. Seriously, I'm considering making any interested men put down a security deposit for all of the emotional damage to my ego. I'll thank him for the recommendation, but no more.

As my spiritual leader, Mathew McConaughey, has taught me: sometimes you need to give people a yellow light so you can have your green light in peace.

He was talking about putting boundaries on people interested in his fame, but either way, we don't feel like having a stranger fuck with our peace.

When I finally allowed myself to shut the laptop, I went outside to the lounger and laid back in my green floral dress with the sleeves and my hair around my shoulders. I meditated for 11 minutes on not letting anger, or any kind of emotion, create a feedback loop. To step back and acknowledge my emotions with compassion rather than step forward with absorption. Then my mind unpleasantly spiraled towards Morgan. It's been a year since we've talked.

I wonder who she's angrier at? Me for telling her the truth in an explosively bitchy way, or herself, for trying to cheat on Nathan blacked out? I suppose it doesn't matter. People leave your life for a reason, sometimes you leave theirs. I'm starting to realize that shit wasn't my fault. And that I probably would never have gotten this healthy if I hadn't stopped being the person I was back then. That includes the people I ran around in vicious circles with.

I forgive her. I forgive myself. No, I'm not reopening that chapter. I don't need everyone like I used to. When you're not your own friend, you'll accept some pretty shitty ones. When you're your own friend, you protect yourself enough that you don't go looking for chaos when you're understimulated. You don't confuse lack of purpose for boredom and you don't confuse boredom for loneliness or sex for company. Or drinking as a hobby.

Or a cigarette for a cherry.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ─ 𝐏.𝐈𝐈.

masterlist ─ part one • part three summary: . . .after Friday night's events, you and Eddie figure out exactly where you stand.

chapter warnings: pining, angst, misunderstanding, confirmed that Eddie fucks but not you in this part, insecurity, mentions of Eddie w/others, angst, friends to lovers, tw:wilderness therapy, references to "legal" abduction, PTSD. a/n: sorry for the length, wanted to put as much angst in this chapter so we could get to the good stuff in part 3. . no keep reading tab due to Tumblr removing content from the post (if you know a solution, please let me know) whenever I utilize it so happy scrolling lol. let me know if I missed any triggers. daisy edgar-jones is who I imagine eddie's mom to look like, so you can keep that in mind when reading if you want. took some inspo from fleabag. word count: 8.5k 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭. ─────

The sleepover was a bust. Judy had spent most of the night bummed, and so did you but you kept that to yourself as you tried to cheer her up. She hadn’t really been in the mood to talk about it.  Part of you wanted to tell her about what happened—or didn’t happen—with Eddie, but the prideful part of yourself that was hurting over this demanded you keep it a secret, like telling someone else would open the flood gates. Of course, that had everything to do with the fact that you knew you’d probably tear up and then cry, inevitably making yourself even more sad. It had only been Friday night, which meant you’d have to try and survive the weekend crying instead of enjoying it.  So you kept it to yourself. And still ended up having a shitty weekend because of course you still fucking thought about it. Actively thought about it. It was going so good, what had you done wrong to make it go south like that?  Needless to say, going to school the following Monday, had been a lot harder than it normally was.�� Usually, you threw off the blankets and dove for your closet to get ready for Eddie—even though he definitely didn’t know nor appreciate your attempts at catching his attention—but today, was different. Today was full of possibilities.

The way you saw it, Eddie could have come to his senses over the weekend and approach you sometime to pick up where you left off. Of course, with your luck that would most definitely probably not happen.  He could ignore you for the whole day. Which, because of your luck, would probably happen. The only neutral possibility, would be for him to continue treating you the way he had before Friday night. Just a couple of passing ‘hellos’ as he whisks past you, while you want nothing more than to stare after him.

 Jesus. You were practically dragging yourself around on the fucking ground for someone who probably didn’t even think of you in his free time! You wished you could just find a way to turn your feelings off. Life would be so much easier. The face staring back at you through the mirror looked miserable as you got ready, rushing through the motions. You had woken up pretty early, but it was nearly impossible for you to ever be on time to school and this morning proved to be no different. Normally, you didn’t mind being late. You were sheepish and charming enough with your teachers to get away with, maybe it had become routine to them. But being late meant usually walking into class after it had started. All eyes would be on you as you walked through that door to first period. The class you shared with one Edward Munson. No fucking way were you about to be put on the spot like that with your mental state today. After several rolling stops, and some definite speeding, you had managed to hurry your way into class just as the last bell rang. 

Most of the class was present, but still getting settled meaning no one was paying you any attention. Or at least you hoped no one was, because you weren’t brave enough to look the classroom over, making a beeline for your table towards the front of the class. Phew, crisis avoided. You’d never been more happy about Eddie’s group sitting somewhere behind you, before. Like, ever. 

Your anxiety was through the roof with all this flip flopping from wanting to see him to wanting to hide from him. You didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were afraid of getting the answer you didn’t want.

The relief lasted for all of about five minutes before your teacher was asking to pass the homework up front, and you stared stupidly up at the chalkboard because you knew exactly where your homework was.

In your locker. You’d shoved most of your things in there, but in your haste to still make it to class somewhat on time, you hadn’t taken the time to gather what you would need. Fuck. Again. With a heavy sigh, you raised your hand and waited for your teacher to acknowledge you. “I left it in my locker. Can I go get it?” You couldn’t miss turning in your math homework, you tested terribly, but since you cheated on your homework, you kind of depended on it to keep your B in class. 

Mrs. Boucher simply nodded, and you darted out of the class, hoping you didn’t draw too much attention. Miles Andrade wasn’t all that happy about your escape though. “Hey—why does she get to go get her stuff when she forgets it? You never let me!” “You don’t come back.”  His groan seemed to distract most of the class as they laughed at him, and you smirked as the door shut behind you. Once you managed to get the stupid combination lock to your locker open (which you struggled with constantly), you shifted through your textbooks until you found your math book and tugged the assignment out without opening or retrieving the actual book. You wouldn’t be able to focus on it, anyways, so you’d just be listening to today’s lecture.

You heard the squeak of a sneaker against the ground in the distance and silently cursed yourself at the realization that you hadn’t grabbed the hall pass before you’d left the classroom. To be fair, it seemed to be an unspoken rule amongst the teachers to make the hall pass as inconvenient as possible. Mrs. Boucher’s was a traffic cone. Whatever, you figured if worse came to worse, Eden’s little sister Suzie—the hall monitor— would stop you and escort you back to class so you could prove you had permission.  She wasn’t liked very much by Seniors. Or Juniors. Or Sophomores. The freshman had no choice, she used her power over them to keep them in compliance.  You respected that. You shut your locker, ignoring the flare of disappointment when you didn’t see Eddie on the other side. Not sure why you had the hope that he would be in the back of your head, but it looked like like you’d probably heard Suzie after all.  Maybe she’d gone down the other hall. Suzie didn’t mind chasing after runners, you’d witnessed it on several occasions, but if you could just get past the girls’ bathroom before she noticed you, you could make a break for it and beat her back to your class before she could embarrass you. With a solid escape plan, you turned to head back into the direction you came and jumped, hand flying to your chest as you nearly managed to avoid walking right into Eddie’s chest. “Oh, geez!” Eddie’s hands darted up in surrender, lips curling into his trademark smirk as he eyed you in amusement. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Just using the good ol’ public laboratory.”

You could only nod like an idiot, scared to voice anything else for fear of disturbing the standstill you two had going on. Or rather, that you had with him. He probably didn’t even care and that made you sad. You watched as the smirk faded away, his tongue poking out to run briefly over his top lip. It was definitely the observer in you, but for a moment, you were sure his cocky persona melted away. And suddenly, he was giving you that same look you’d cherished in the back of his van; big brown eyes wide, but fixated on you. His mouth opened once. Then twice, and he broke eye contact (you held it again!).

“Uhm, hey. So, about Friday. You don’t have to-uh. . . It was nothing. You’re all good.” His smile was nervous but still had that Eddie brightness. Wasn’t any comfort to your shattering hopes. It was nothing. Of course. 

Of fucking course it was nothing, because to him you were just another walking body in the background. You might have taken notice of him, but he hadn’t really known you. You had really thought that reading a couple of the same books and noticing you in what was most definitely an attention drawing costume meant he’d payed special attention to you. So what if he had noticed your disappearance for a school year? Clearly, it had just been an observation of his.  God, you really set yourself up for this one. Should’ve just left the party when you had realized you forgot your lighter. FUCK.

“Oh.” Was all you could actually breathe out. You were impressed with how strong your voice was, didn’t betray your actual emotions though you could feel something deep in you shaking, something in you unstable at the rejection you were suddenly faced with. “Okay!” You walked right past him to get back to class, trying to keep it together as you cursed yourself in your head for being stupid over and over and over again. Your assignment was placed on a pile with the others, and you slipped into your seat with an annoyed mumble. The day proved to be agonizing. You’d fought for your life to appear invisible the rest of first period, hightailing it the hell out of there the second the bell rang. The rest of your classes provided you with no sanctuary. Hadn’t learned a single thing as you fidgeted, willing the minutes to go by faster. Time wasn’t going to cooperate with you, and all the talking and crowds just made it worse. Lunch would be your deciding factor. If eating with your friends managed to make you feel better, you’d stay. You guys usually only spent a couple of minutes in the cafeteria before heading to the parking lot to hang out in one of your cars. If you still felt as manic after, then you’d just ditch your last two classes and go home. Of course, you would actually need to walk into the cafeteria to accomplish either. Staring through one of the rectangular windows of the cafeteria doors that usually remained shut—the ones directly across from them were considered the main entrance—you could see Eddie’s curly head poking out from amongst his table. You turned your head and could see Judy’s long, honey colored hair on the other side of the cafeteria, where you guys sat for your brief time there. You knew from your seat, you’d have an ideal view of Eddie and that probably wouldn’t be good for you today.

Maybe you could just wait for them in the hall. “What are you doing?” “JESUS!” You jumped as your heart nearly stopped, flipping around to face Eden. “I didn’t hear you coming, what are you doing on this side anyways?”  You tried to immediately redirect the conversation before she could ask anymore questions. She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, eyes scanning over you. You tried to appear nonchalant, but you knew she could see right through you. “Nancy finally let us go. And this entrance is much closer. You never answered my question.” Eden was an advice columnist for the school newspaper. Her brutal honesty was good for more than just hurting feelings. “I just wanted to see if somebody was already in there, before going in. Look, I’ll tell you and Judy more later, but I’m trying to be inconspicuous here.” And you would tell them later. Now that you got your confirmation, it was time to vent. “Oh, inconspicuous,” She repeated, nodding in understanding. Then, because this was Eden, she slammed the doors wide open. You winced as you heard them make impact with the cafeteria walls, but Eden payed them no mind as she made her way over to the table. Heads were already turning in your direction, so with a quick curse, you hurried to catch up with her.  “Thanks for being inconspicuous, you bitch.” You hissed, with no real malice, as you moved to sit in the seat next to her. She just laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. “You good?” Judy asked, eyebrows furrowing as her gaze flickered between the two of you. “She’s having boy trouble.” Eden answered, sitting tensely in the cafeteria chairs. Her stiff posture in public always made your back hurt. “Okay, how the hell did you know that?” It scared you how perceptive she could be, and all she’d seen was you looking through a shitty window. “I just can.”

“Is it Eddie?” Judy leaned across the table, trying to not look as interested as she was.  You opened your mouth to try and steer the conversation, but Eden again beat you to it. “Munson? Really?” “Oh, yeah, they were in the back of his van together at Steve’s party on Friday.” Oh, god. “Shut the fuck up, Eddie had her in his van?” “Mhm. Nothing happened though, they weren’t all sweaty. He gave her the cold shoulder, right after, too. I went out to find her after I got into it with Steve.” “Okay!” You finally piped in, glancing at the rest of the occupants of the table. You sat with a few other cheerleaders—the guys, specifically—but other than Judy and her younger sister Clover, none of you really liked each other enough to pay your conversations any mind. Still, you’d rather not test that today. “Lets go, we are so not talking about this in here.” You all gathered your things and left the cafeteria in favor of the parking lot. Judy’s Bronco was the most spacious out of all your cars, so that’s where you spent the rest of lunch, curled into the passenger seat while Eden was sprawled out on the backseat.

“Would you guys have kissed?” Eden asked after you had told them the whole story, including today’s uncomfortable hallway confrontation. “On Friday, I mean. Before, Killjoy over here ruined it.” Judy groaned from her place, leaning back against the driver’s door. “I already apologized, and I would also like to reiterate that it was not me who forced him to act like she wasn’t even there when I showed up.” “I think so.” You could remember how close he was, how you could feel his breath on your lips, it had felt very much so like you were gonna get kissed. “I just can’t wrap my mind around why he’d act like that, though. It’s like someone flipped a switch.”

“He probably didn’t want it to be a public thing. Like with Jenna Clark.” That caught your attention. Jenna was on your cheer squad, a pretty strawberry blonde who spent a lot of time with the jocks, something you couldn’t really stomach too long considering how douche-like a lot of them were.

She also had a nice rack. You were pretty sure, they came with a recovery plan, because there was no way she grew those during summer break.  “What does she have to do with anything?” You could feel that sense of dread forming in your stomach again. “She and Eddie hooked up last month. I heard her telling Sylvia about it in the locker room. Their whole thing was very mums the word, but his hook ups always are. Pretty sure he had a thing with Crystal and Andie, too.” At your silence, Judy glanced up and you could see the moment she realized maybe you were a little more invested in Eddie than you were letting on, she got this concerned look on her face, and leaned forward to take your hand. “Sweetie,” Boy, did it feel like your heart was meant to just fucking shatter today. “I’m only telling you this because I want you to be aware, I’m not trying to hurt your feelings. It’s like, it’s kind of a known thing in the squad. That he has a thing for cheerleaders. And they might think he’s a freak but… but I’m pretty sure—“ “They think he’s hot.” You finished for her, gripping onto her hand. So, the good thing was your mania had definitely subsided. Bad news, it was replaced by a sense of numbness.  Maybe it was because you like to torture yourself, but your mind flashed back to all those times you’d seen him be cordial and polite to some of the girls on the squad, how you had been sure at the time it was just part of his personality to flirt, how chivalrous he was. You could remember Jenna Clark and Alyssa Peters walking past Eddie during one of his rants, and you thought you imagined the way his eyes seemed to have followed her. It had been a very brief glance, but now that you knew of his…interests, you knew better.  “I,” You sighed out, leaning back so your head hit the window. “Am really fucking stupid.” Judy and Eden both protested in your defense.

“We’re not saying don’t go for it, maybe he was just giving you an out if you wanted one,” Eden offered up. “But if you don’t want an out, clearly he was interested and you meet the qualifications, so you can mess around. You can still swap spit with him, after all .” “No,” There was no hiding how upset you were, or more so sad than anything. “I don’t want to meet the qualifications, I don’t want to just swap spit with him, and I don’t want to be just another whatever to him.” 

The rest of lunch was spent with your two best friends attempting to comfort you. When the bell rang, they went to class. You went home.

Your mom was a night nurse and your father was a supervisor at the plant, conveniently also at night. They usually got home right about when you and your little brother got up for school, and then they’d go to bed once you’d leave. They were still asleep when you got home, so it made it pretty easy to go undetected. You stayed in your room for the remainder of the night with the resolve that you’d force yourself to get the fuck over it. The rest of the week blurred by. Your time at school was spent avoiding Eddie at all costs, other than your shared class, you wanted no contact with him. No more seeing him in passing, no more staring at him in the cafeteria, you were cutting yourself off cold turkey. Rather than meet up with Eden and Judy before lunch, you immediately started eating in your car and would just wait for them to show.  Undoing all the changes you had made to your daily life schedule so you could get little glimpses at him in the first place proved to be difficult. You had used to love the fact that you made it so you passed him pretty frequently in-between your classes, but now you had to go out of your way to avoid certain routes and time your classroom exits just right. Every time you felt like you had finally managed to find a good alternative route, he’d suddenly pop up in it. You were gonna need to bring an inhaler for the amount of times you’d had to double back and still get to your classes before the final bell.

Cheer practice was somehow worse. Down-bad-you from the past had thought changing the time you drank water in-between reps was insignificant, but as time went on, your body had become accustomed to exactly when it was you decided to rehydrated, and varsity cheer was no fucking joke, especially as a flyer.  Since you had timed your water breaks to match up with Eddie leaving Hellfire, you thought it would be easy peasy to just wait for the guy to get in his van and drive off, but no. In fact, he seemed to have developed a habit of just sitting in his van for ten minutes before he left. Those ten minutes that you avoided going over to the side of the field where you all had to leave your things—including your big ass water bottle—were usually spent in the early stages of hallucination. You swore you almost passed out once.

But it was worth it, because you stuck to your metaphorical guns. Your friends were proud of you, and while you still felt shitty—‘out of sight, out of mind’ doesn’t apply to Metal Heads who go out of their way to keep you company while you’re coming down from a high and make you feel special without being creepy—you did feel better about knowing your worth, and not settling for anything less than what you deserved.

You managed to keep it up for two whole freaking weeks. The longer it went on, the easier it became to ignore the aches in your chest that stubbornly refused to go away. Home life got a little more complicated as well. For some god-awful reason, your grandmother had moved out of her old folk’s home and into yours. You would have had no problem with that except she’s the reason behind most of your trauma and a raging bitch. She was one of those women who lived and breathed the idea that men were the superior of the sexes and a woman’s place was at his beck and call. It was also apparent in her treatment of you and your little brother, Timmy. 

She treated him like he was the second fucking coming of Ritchie Valens, and you like you were fucking Cinderella. Back when she watched you while your parents worked, you’d been forced to scrub the house from top to bottom, but the moment Timmy became old enough to do chores, all she did was force him to relax and watch cartoons.  She’d also been the one to convince your parents to do what they did. To let them take you like that. Ugh, fuck, you were so not going down that road. You had to give up your room on the bottom floor in favor of the upstairs free room, on the opposite side of the house. With that much distance between you and the hag, you were happy to. Plus, it was on the dipping side of your large, shed style home so you could easily use the tree near your window to sneak in and out as you pleased. That’s how you had escaped your home after your parents had left for work. Saturday night found you at Betty Jean’s house, packed with bodies, beer, and some very water downed vodka. Clearly, some of the guys had been duped, but the music was spectacular, the tequila was legit so everyone was having a good time. Except you. You looked the part, lips curved into a gentle smile, courtesy of the weed you had used to hot box your bug. Not nearly enough to have you loopy, but you were slightly more relaxed.

Judy couldn’t get out of her shift at the arcade, and Eden was babysitting her siblings with her boyfriend, Argyle. You weren’t keen on spending your valuable weekend time with that old bitch, so you’d decided to stick with a couple of the other girls from cheer that you could tolerate. They’d been droning on and on about who was gonna ask who to the winter formal—still months away—and who would be crowned snowflake queen and king. You had just started zoning out when a girl brushed past you to get to the chips, the smell of weed wafting into your nose. Not just any weed; some very strong smelling weed.

That could only mean Eddie was nearby. Suddenly, the entire atmosphere felt stifling as you feared a possible run in. What would you do? What would you say? Nope. You abandoned the gross beer you’d been sipping on the counter and pushed your way out the front door, taking a few moments to calm yourself once outside. Betty Jean had a huge front yard complete with a water fountain that put most malls to shame and just so happened to look like a really nice sitting spot, so you helped yourself, staring down at your moonlight enhanced reflection. It was a pretty peaceful atmosphere. The music was muffled, there was a nice little breeze going on, could have turned out to be a good night after all. “That’s three parties, now.” Came a voice from behind you, and your heart once more seized before restarting once you recognized who the voice belonged to. “Jesus, Eddie!” You shifted around to face the house and the boy leaning against it.

He gave you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sorry. Guess, I’m used to treading lightly.” It was so bad, but you couldn’t help the way you wanted to smile. You didn’t because you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, but you wanted to. An awkward silence followed, and your gaze dropped to the grass as a sense of uneasiness filled you. You had thought it was just you who felt. . . some kind of way about your predicament, but there was tension coming from him, too. It’s why you couldn’t look up at him, you knew if you did, you’d find him staring daggers into your soul. “How are you?”

“A-Alright, I guess. How are you?” God, it was painful. “You’re avoiding me.” Okay, that’s definitely not an answer to your question. You hadn’t even expected him to notice.

You opened your mouth, ready to deny it and maybe gaslight him a little when the intensity of his stare stopped you. It was a face you were familiar with, and not in a good way. It was the unreadable one, the one he’d quickly morphed into when Judy had yanked open those van doors, bursting in on your moment. Guarded. He knew you were going to lie. Was expecting it. No point in it now. “Yes.” Eddie didn’t say anything right away, just kept staring at you. Then he nodded, finished with whatever mental conversation he’d been having with himself. “Was it something I did?” He finally asked. You thought about lying again, then remembered he’d see right through it, somehow. 

“Yes.” He didn’t look happy with the answer, and before he could respond, you continued, spurred on by a burst of bravery. “It didn’t feel like nothing. You said it was, but it didn’t feel like that to me. I’m not naive enough to say that it was like fireworks or something, because we haven’t even physically touched, but it felt a lot like something was gonna happen. Not nothing. Even when you couldn’t look at me after, it still didn’t. Of course, now I know why it meant nothing to you. Just another cheer skirt, right?” Eddie’s guarded expression fell away, surprise taking its place as he soaked in the words you couldn’t take back. At least you hadn’t told him about your little admiration problem. “What? No!” You scoffed, turning back around to face the fountain.  “I know all about Jenna and Crystal and Andie. If you want to make your way through the cheer roster, that’s fine, good for you really,” Though in your head, you begged him not to do that, it would hurt your feelings really badly and probably have a lasting impression on you for the rest of your life. “But I’m a little too invested in you to just bend over and stand up every once in a while. So, that’s why I’m avoiding you.” You got up, ready to make a dramatic exit. You didn’t even get to take two steps when he had you stopping. “I didn’t know about your investment.” “What?” “You said you’re too invested in me to just fuck, right?” Oh, god. Sure, you had implied it but you didn’t say it. You had to get away from him and you had to do it fast. “I didn’t know that.” He used his foot to push himself away from the house, towards you. You couldn’t move. “I don’t know if it’s something about the hair, but I just seem to attract girls who force merriness on people. I’m not trying to go through the whole cheer group-’’ “Squad.” You corrected. “-squad. Jenna and Andie happened. But it was purely transactional with Crystal. Not that kind of transactional.” You knew he was a dealer, but for some reason your mind went flying to prostitution. “And I might attract them, but they didn’t really wanna parade around with the school pariah, you know? It was just sex. Whatever it is we had going on, they wanted it to mean nothing, which I was fine with. And I-uh, assumed, you would too. Only I could tell you were ignoring me the second you walked into Mrs. Boucher’s on Monday. Then, when I caught up to you in the hallway, you didn’t even look like you wanted to talk to me. So I figured you weren’t interested.”

Oh, how wrong he was. You played with the rings on your fingers, nipping at your lower lip.  “I wouldn’t say that.” You gaze returned to the water fountain as he neared you. If you had kept your attention on him, you would have seen the the subtle change in him, would have seen him perk up.

“I think you’re really cool, Eddie. I always have. Thought you might have thought the same about me in the van, then you got taken over by the pod people when Judy came around. Figured you might have been embarrassed of me or something, so I tried to avoid you at school after. Only it’s surprisingly hard to.” Your heart fluttered when he chuckled. “I’ve been chasing you around since.” He admitted, now right freaking in front of you. “I know I said it was nothing, but it wasn’t. Not to me, either. See, the thing is I’ve had this crush on you since my sophomore year. It only got worse when you started acknowledging my existence when we’d pass each other or see each other at school. When you stopped showing up, I thought you’d moved away and I was so fucking sad, man. Then you came back, suddenly the world had light to it again.” Eddie didn’t mention how you seemed to lack that light when you returned to school; how his outbursts got more frequent that year in an attempt to make you laugh since you looked to unhappy. “All those little hellos, waves, and smiles? They got me through a lot. Hell—if you weren’t in first period now, I wouldn’t even bother showing up.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Don’t you need to graduate?” “Well, yeah. But I’m pretty good at mathematics, I don’t really bother with the homework, usually just ace the tests she gives. Yours truly has a B in that class. It’s the rest that fuck with me. I show up to see you, not to do any actual work.” You shook your head, lips stretching up into a smile as you turned away from him in an attempt to keep him from observing it.

“I didn’t think you’d want your friends to know. That’s just how it usually goes.” He continues, his voice sounding unusually quiet, timid.

The urge to comfort and reassure him is too strong. Despite the racing of your heart—desperately hoping for something to happen, no doubt—you didn’t move away. In fact, you met his eyes and the vulnerability in them took your breath away. He wasn’t guarded anymore. Not right then. Not with you. They were pleading for you to understand. You did. You’ve seen what he’d been subjected to, the cruel and unwarranted (mostly) treatment and taunting. A few physical fights and more harassment than most people would ever experience. The occurrences had dropped significantly that year, but still. The Social Hierarchy is something that Hawkins would probably never be able to outgrow. You couldn’t blame most people for being victims to it, either. You had once been swept up in it. Had he been interacting with the sophomore year you—the first time, not the second—he would have been correct. You’d been engulfed in the popularity construct. Not necessarily popular, but desperate to save any kind of face. That meant you wouldn’t have been able to be seen with Eddie in any sort of public setting. That wasn’t you anymore. “I don’t care if people know. Besides, my friends aren’t the kind to care about the kind of stuff.” Eden was also considered an outcast and a frequent victim of Payton Alabaster, the meanest bitch (and you meant ‘mean’ in a mediocre mean girl type of way, you had no trouble putting her in her place) in school. Labeled a ‘basket case’ for her defiance against her family’s religion as well as all the dark clothes she wore, Eden was also one of your best friends and you‘d be damned if you let anyone’s wrong opinion of her keep you away. She actually reminded you a lot of Eddie.

“That’s a first for me.” Eddie finally choked out after a few moments of silence.  He slipped past you, making sure to brush against your side, as he took a seat on the fountain. You watched as he pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket, slipping one out and between his lips. He gestured to the spot next to him as he lit it.

Despite your hatred for the smell of cigarettes, you sat down next to him, eyes dancing over his illuminated features. Who knew when you’d get the chance again? You were definitely still a little high, if you were being this brave. “What are you doing?” He asked, smiling around the cigarette. 

“I’m admiring you.” Like you’d done so many times from afar. It felt like you were healing something in you to be able to do it this close. “Admiring me?” He sounded overtly incredulous as he pulled the cigarette away to exhale the smoke into the night air. “What exactly is there to admire this time around?” Initially, you wanted to play coy. You were never one to feed a mans ego, most of your affection was shown through your teasing, and honestly you didn’t like being vulnerable. But you had a feeling Eddie had rarely received praise.

“A lot, actually. Beyond your edgy fashion sense, and your pretty hair, your eyes are the first thing that catch my attention. They’re stupid pretty. Like illegally so. There’s this saying that eyes are like the windows to emotion or something, and I always thought that was fucking stupid ‘cause I can hide my emotions really well; however, when I look at yours, I can get a read on how you’re feeling. They give you away. And they’re so very Bambi like.” His eyebrows quirked up as the corners of his smile stretched impossibly wider. The cigarette was dangling between his fingers. He wouldn’t be able to keep it between his mouth with how hard he was grinning. As distracting as it was, you didn’t let it stop you. “Your face is very expressive, too. It’s always fascinating to watch you talk about something; even if I can’t hear what it’s about, I can tell how much you like it or how much you hate it, just by the faces you make. Your dimples are pretty endearing, too.” 

Holding eye contact with him proved to be a little intense for you, your palms began to sweat the longer he stared at you. 

“A-And you gesture a lot.” Your hands weaved around in the air, in a gesture that meant nothing. “With your hands, like this. It-It’s really something because, I’ve heard you speak before and you never seem nervous, more like you’re sure about what you’re talking about so the fact that you can converse with both your mouth and your hands—at the same time—is just really fascinating to me. Because I can’t. I’ve got to do one or the other, really. Usually, I just start talking and hope for the best, you know? I don’t even fully think of what I’m gonna say. Or I ramble. I start to ramble, like I’m doing now. The point is: you’re really pretty, Eddie.” You breathed out, shaking your head to try and bring some sense back. “Sorry for the monologue.”

The music from the house provides some background noise to fill the silence as Eddie ran a hand over his face, hand pausing over his mouth as he grinned like a mad man into it. “Well, goddamn. You got me blushing, Trix. Again.” It feels like you’re picking up right where you left off that night in his van. You’d been trying to let him know you noticed him then, too. You groaned at the use of the new nickname he’d bestowed upon you. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?” “How can I? You don’t know how fucking cute you looked in that costume.”

You felt your stomach turn in the most pleasant of ways when he called you cute. Those damn butterflies.

“We’re talking about you, not me.”

“Fine, then please tell me more about my Bambi eyes.” “Out of everything I said, that’s what caught your attention?” He lifted the cigarette back up to his lips. “Well, yes. See, apparently, I have my mom’s eyes. And much like the young prince of the forest, mine is dead, so the similarities between us aren’t lost on me. Hearing you talk about them like that, I don’t know—I guess it makes me feel kind of proud.”

He shifted around, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. From one of the slots in the sides, he pulled out a small photo, running his thumb over the subject before he offered it to you.

You made sure to handle it with a gentle touch as you looked it over. The photograph’s edges were frayed, and there were numerous creases but the subjects were still clear. It was of a woman, holding a toddler up to her face. Their cheeks were smooshed together as they both beamed at the camera—though the toddler was obviously mid laugh. She looked surprisingly young, she couldn’t have been older than 25 in it, with brown hair and a fringe framing her face. Her big brown eyes gleamed with happiness, the same eyes as the child she held. The resemblance was uncanny, you would’ve been able to tell she was Eddie’s mother even if he hadn’t told you they had the same eyes.

“You don’t just have the same eyes, Eddie. You two practically have the same face! She’s so beautiful.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away. “Thank you.” For some reason, you hadn’t been expecting him to respond, so you looked up at him and were once more caught by surprise to see that tender look on his face—the same one he had when he’d been close enough to kiss in the confines of his van. “What’s her name?”

Eddie licked his lips, swallowing hard at the way you didn’t refer to her in past tense, like it didn’t matter that she wasn’t around anymore because she had been at one point. “Penelope. Everyone called her Penny, though.”

“Penny,” You echoed, nodding once the name rolled off your tongue. “Yup, that sounds like it fits her.” Eddie laughed. “Alright, whatever you say, Thumper.” “Stop referring to me by various rabbit characters!” You handed the photograph back to him, trying to ignore the tingle that shot up your spine when his fingers brushed against yours. “No can do. I’m the freak, you’re the bunny. Labels stick, sweetheart.” He put out the stub of the cigarette against the stone of the fountain seat before throwing it into the water.  “Think I can make a wish off of that?” “No, Eddie. I don’t think wishing on trash is a thing.” He let out a dramatic sigh before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t need it, anyways. Things are starting to look up.” You hands moved to rest on either side of your thighs as you nibbled on your lower lip.

You could hear Human Nature begin to play inside, and it amused you that Michael would be the soundtrack to your little trauma story. He’d shared something personal with you, maybe it was only fair to do the same. Be as exposed as he had allowed you to see him. “My grandma recently moved in with us. I’ve never really wished bad upon anyone before—like okay, I mean death—but I wouldn’t mind if she expired already.” You knew how bad it sounded, normal people didn’t want their grandparents to die. But those people didn’t have her for theirs’.  “We never really got along, she’s very dated. But she’s got this iron chokehold on my dad, always guilts him into shit. My mom doesn’t say anything because she knows how much my dad loves her but, uhm, I never really conformed to her idea of the woman I should have become. In fact, we’d argue a lot. The beginning of my sophomore year—the first one—we got into this huge fight at a family dinner. It was pretty bad. I didn’t think much of it because I figured my parents knew how she was and they knew how I was so they would just let it settle. But they didn’t. She convinced them I was like, out of control or something. That I would spiral into a life of drugs, sex, and instability.” You took a deep breath, willing your voice not to shake. “Then one day, I woke up in the middle of the night to strangers shaking me awake. At first I thought someone broke in, then I saw my parents watching in the doorway. They dragged me out of the house, locked me in a car, and a twelve hour drive later, I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of other teenagers who’d also been taken. They’re called wilderness therapy camps, or something like that, for teens. Cut you off from the world. You get to hear from your family once a month, if even that." You could feel the wetness pooling at your waterline as you remembered every single detail during your forced stay in the shitty ‘camp’. All they did was make you feel isolated and work you to the bone. By law, you hadn’t been kidnapped. But for six months, you’d been forced to do whatever a group of strangers said or risk punishment, forced to smile in pictures they sent to your family after you’d spent the entire night and day crying, and wishing for nothing more than the comfort of your home. “Jesus fucking christ, how is that legal?” The anger in Eddie’s voice came as a shock to you. His whole body was tense, his jaw locked as he listened to you recount how your parents had allowed strangers to abduct you from your bed and hold you in the wilderness against your will for months.

“I don’t know, but I wish it wasn’t.”

Eddie was fuming, and berating himself for not having known you sooner. Hell, if he had even known the reason you stopped showing up to school in the first place, he would have made it his mission to find you, to break you out of there and bring you home. “I tried running away a couple of times, but I’d just get lost. And there were mountain lions in the area.” Your first encounter with one had scared the shit out of you since you thought it’d kill you. Ironically enough, you were hoping for that during your last encounter with one. Anything to end the misery that had become your zombie like existence. But it hadn’t been in the mood. “My parents had some sort of breakdown over it, and they demanded me back six months later. School was still going on, but the year was almost over and I was so behind in work. I didn’t really feel like . . .” Living. Existing, “. . . going to school. So I just started over in the fall.” “Fuck—C’mere.” Eddie sounded broken as he pulled you into his side, arms wrapping tightly around your frame. Judy and Eden had offered you comfort when you’d finally told them about what happened, but something about Eddie’s embrace felt different. You melted immediately into his arms, inhaling the scent of him, even the cigarette smell that lingered  on his clothes was appealing to you. Only because it was him. It was comforting. He was. He let his head lean up against yours as his large hand rubbed up and down your back, warming you even through the fabric of your clothes. The song had switched to something much slower, something gentle that you couldn’t recognize and you recalled your earlier thought about the night turning out nice.  Eventually and very reluctantly, you pulled away. Climbing out of his lap somehow felt more intimate than when he had pulled you onto it. You were all too aware of his hands settling onto your hips to ensure you remained balanced, and for a moment your mind wondered what they’d feel like over your bare hips, fingertips digging into your sweat slick skin as they’d guide you ruthlessly up and down on his— “Guess the grass isn’t greener on the other side, huh?” He commented, eyes still honed in on you as you snapped out of your terribly timed fantasy. 

“No,” You cleared your throat, willing your body to cool itself. You're grateful for the breeze. “No, I guess not. But it’s always nice to spill your guts to a stranger. Metaphorically.”  “A stranger? I tell you about my dead mom, and you refer to me as a stranger?” Eddie placed a hand over his chest to appear wounded as his mouth dropped open, eyes wide in amusement and disbelief. “I told you about being practically abducted!” It was so fucked up given the subjects, but you couldn’t keep the grin off your face. “Still doesn’t mean you know me well!” “Did you happen to hear anything about the crush I’ve had on you for years, or are we ignoring that for creative purposes, too?” That little tidbit of knowledge would NEVER be lost on you. If tonight proved to be your last night on earth, you’d go willingly knowing Eddie Munson had a crush on you. “Maybe you liked the idea of me more than the actual me. The same could apply to how I feel about you.” You mused, though you were positive that wasn’t the case.  There wasn’t much he could do that would change how you felt about him, and that kind of terrified you. Watching him from afar was one thing, but now you were in the danger zone. You’d gotten a little taste of the hurt that could come from this when you thought he’d just been messing around with you, this guy could do some serious damage to your emotions. Eddie rolled his head one way and then another, cracking his neck as he sighed. He hadn’t really known where this was going to go when he’d decided to confront you. Actually, he thought you’d tell him to fuck off, maybe throw an insult his way before disappearing from his life completely like he noticed you were already attempting to do. When you hadn’t done that, and instead had confessed that you liked him in a romantic sort of way—you hadn’t really said that but Eddie wasn’t a moron, he could read between the lines—he was ready to skip to the kissing and living happily ever after but you were right. Other than the growing affection, you two didn’t really know each other. He hated that. “So, what happens next then?” It was scary, giving you all the power but so much of it had been taken from you in regards to your life. If he could give you just a little more sense of control over your life, even if you decided that he wasn’t worth it, he’d gladly suffer. Just for you; he’d give you the chance to break him, like so many others had in one way or another. He watched you with bated breath as you stared intensely into the water of the fountain, plump lips pursing in consideration. You were torn. There was a part of you that wanted to throw caution to the wind and yourself at him, grab him while you could and run. But what if he didn’t end up liking you as much as he thought he did? What if it didn’t work out and you were left feeling stupid for getting swept up into some teen angst? You’d barely started talking to him but you found him so winsome. You were positive you could use someone like him in your life, but were you willing to risk losing him in the future because of some break up? You’d never been able to be friends with you exes before, and despite how charming he was, there was no way you’d be able to be around him if you’d fallen in love with him at some point only to break up.  “I’d really like to be your friend.” You whispered, raising your eyes to lock with his. Eddie could feel the disappointment sinking into his bones and weighing heavy on his chest. He hadn’t expected you to just pick him. For some reason, it still hurt. But he’d take you any way he could get you, and if you wanted to be friends, then he’d become your best fucking friend. Maybe there would be a chance for the two of you in the future. His tongue licked over his top lip as he nodded a couple of times.  “I’d like to be your friend, too.” Despite the bittersweet circumstances, you both smiled as you held your hand out to him. “Friends then, Bambi?” You teased, waiting for him to shake it. 

Eddie took your much smaller hand into his, and you were surprised by just how soft his palms were, despite the roughness of his finger pads. The metal of his rings felt cool against your skin. “Friends, Thumper.”

“Friends don’t refer to friends as animal characters.”

“You literally just called me Bambi, you raging hypocrite.” He pulled his hand away to poke at your shoulder. “That doesn’t count, you compared yourself to Bambi; therefore, you accepted his title.” “It’s cute how you waited until after I agreed to be your friend to reveal that you’re actually incredibly manipulative.”  “You’re lucky I didn’t wait until after the wedding.” You joked, nearly pissing yourself in relief when he laughed at it because you’d wanted to shove it back into your mouth as soon as it came out.

You had a feeling being friends with Eddie would be challenging, but you could do it.

Or at least, you really hoped you could.

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hi!!! can i request cartman x jewish reader? maybe she introduces him to her faith and he learns to be nicer?

thats a cool theme! here u go 🤍💕 -mod tweek

premise: you are kyle's cousin who's moved in to live with his family ⌒☆

"Cartman, just please please promise me you won't make fun of her. I swear she's really cool once you get to know her. I'll give you 20 bucks if you dont bother her for this whole week at least while she's just getting settled in. That means no Jew jokes around her. Not even if it's about me." Kyle pleaded while getting himself seated in class. "Yeah yeah whatever. I just need the 20 bucks. After this week though, don't expect me to be nice." Cartman said dismissively. "Fine."

Mr. Garrison clapped, getting the class's attention, "Alright class, settle down. Today is a very important day. We have a new student with us today. I expect you all to be on your best behavior. especially you Eric" Cartman rolled his eyes. "Everyone please welcome Y/N"

Y/N walked through the door, her head slightly turned down while she played with her fingers.

Cartman's eyes widened. "Woah.. she's hot.." Kenny said muffled through his orange parka. Cartman slightly nodded. "Dude, that's my cousin. watch it." Kyle turned back towards the two.

"Don't just stand there like a whore in church, tell us a bit about yourself." Mr. Garrison nudged Y/N. "Uhm.. well I'm from (your hometown/city/state), I'm Jewish, Kyle is my cousin actually haha, and i actually love kfc.. I don't know.. anything else I think that's it." "Well alright Y/N, why don't you go sit next to Eric over there. Eric raise your hand." Cartman didn't move. "ERIC GOD DAMMIT RAISE YOUR HAND" "fine, sorry" Cartman shot his hand up. Y/N sat next to Cartman and threw her bag on the floor next to her. Kyle eyed Cartman making sure he wasn't pulling anything stupid.

After around an hour of Mr. Garrison explaining his love life, he finally spoke about something school related, "Anyways moving on from my Tinder hookups, I actually assigned you guys a project. It's gonna be about the book Twilight. listen I know Principal Victoria doesn't think it's school appropriate but I think it's a beautiful love story. For the project you'll have to do a slideshow on whether you're team Edward or team Jacob. This is an individual project so you'll be doing it by yourself, except for Y/N. Y/N since you haven't had enough time to read the book you can work with Eric. I'm sure he'll help you just fine. Get to work guys."

Kyle side-eyed Cartman as another warning. Cartman just stared back innocently.

"So, uh, Y/N who should I choose to side with?" Cartman turned towards her. Y/N shrugged, "Bro I don't know you're the one who read it, not me." "Okay, first of all don't be a bitch. Second.. I guess I'll go with Edward" Y/N took out her phone to check the time, "Sounds good to me.. when's lunch by the way?" "At like 11:30. why?" "I'm hungry. I think my aunt packed me kfc for my first day." Kyle who was eavesdropping responded, "Yeah she did. She packed some for me too. You made a mistake of telling this fatass that though" "AYE DON'T CALL ME FAT YOU STUPID JE- you stupid idiot." Cartman caught himself. '20 bucks 20 bucks 20 bucks' He kept repeating to himself in his head. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Kyle gave him a sly smirk. Y/N cleared her throat shifting in her seat, "Uh anyways, i-if you want I guess I can do some research on Edward for the project to help you. I feel kinda shitty making you do all the work-" "Don't feel bad whenever me and him are paired up he makes me do all the fucking work because he's an annoying shit." Kyle cut her off. "MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS KAHL." Cartman retorted. Y/N turned back to Cartman "..Anyways if you wanna come over later to work on this I'm sure my aunt won't mind. She'd be happy I'm making friends." "What! I don't want him coming over Y/N please-" "Shut up Kahl. Sure I'll come over Y/N! It'd be my pleasure" Cartman said in a disgustingly sweet voice giving Kyle the same sly smirk he got from him earlier. Kyle stared daggers into him.

Time skip to lunch

"Dude, he's just hanging out with her for a project. It's not like they're dating." Stan comforted Kyle. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine," Kenny patted his back. "Whatever, I just don't want him near her. He's a horrible influence and a horrible person. Y/N's a good person, I don't want her being corrupted by him. Plus, once this week is over he's just gonna resort to bullying her."

Cartman sat at the table, followed by Y/N. Kyle rolled his eyes looking over at Stan who just gave a sympathetic look. "So uh how is your day going so far Y/N?" Stan broke the tense atmosphere. "It's going pretty well. Everyone's really nice. I'm hanging out with Wendy tomorrow, she's your girlfriend right Stan?" Y/N smiled. "Oh, yeah she is. She's really sweet, you guys will be great friends." Stan smiled back.

Y/N took the kfc out of her bag. As expected, Cartman's mouth watered at the sight. Taking notice to him eyeing her piece of chicken Y/N spoke, "Do you want a piece? You can just ask, you know. We're basically friends." She giggled. A light shade of pink dusted Cartman's cheeks, barely noticeable to everyone except.. Kyle.. His cheeks grew red too, not from good feelings though. An explosive anger grew inside of him. Stan began to ask, "Uh dude are you okay-" "WHAT THE FUCK FATASS!" Kyle yelled. The cafeteria went silent except for Kenny's giggles. "THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR KAHL?" "I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU RIGHT FUCKING NOW." Kyle forcefully pulled Cartman into the hallway.

"What do you want!?" Cartman half yelled. "DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON MY FUCKING COUSIN?"

"Kahl I-"

"ANSWER ME YOU FAT FUCK."

"WHY DOES IT MATTER?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE A NO GOOD ASSHOLE. YOU'LL RUIN HER. REMEMBER HEIDI?"

"DUDE I'VE CHANGED."

"Yeah fucking right. Stay away from her or I'll kick your ass in front of everyone."

Kyle stormed off back into the cafeteria, slowly followed by Cartman.

Y/N stared quizzically at Stan who just shrugged back at her.

"Uh.. anyways are you still coming over after school?" Y/N asked Cartman. Kyle banged his head on the table letting out a loud groan. "Yes, yes I am Y/N."

Time skip after school

"Sorry if my room's a bit messy, I haven't really had time to unpack all my stuff yet" Y/N sat on her bed. "No, it's fine." Cartman smiled looking around. "So.. uhm before we get started, can I ask you something?" Y/N said fidgeting with the fabric of her comforter. "Yeah, fine."

"Why do you and Kyle hate each other so much?"

"..Well.. it's been happening since we're like 4. It's not that big of a deal."

"Then why'd he get so mad at you earlier? I've never seen him like that before."

With a slightly visible blush on his cheeks, Cartman sat next to her on the bed.

"It's.. it's because he doesn't want us dating. Fucking stupid, right? Like I just met you" Cartman dodged the fact that he liked her despite just meeting her that day.

"Why? I mean you seem sweet enough.. Also.. I don't think it's stupid to like someone you just met. Sometimes when you know you just know. you know?" Y/N finally met his eyes.

"Yeah.. yeah I do know." His voice lowered.

They unintentionally inched closer together. Soon enough, without even having time to think about it, their lips met. They stayed like that for a little. Just kissing each other like nothing else mattered.. that was until Kyle opened her door, "Y/N my mom asked if you wanted- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME CARTMAN?!" "UH OH" Cartman shot up from her bed. "I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS FATASS"

"NOT A CHANCE JEW" Cartman ran past him.

Long story short, Cartman got beat up. Despite Kyle's pleas though, Y/N and Cartman started a romantic relationship.

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[pan-fangirl-345]

Promise Me You Won't Fall In Love

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been friends since you were kids, and you made a promise not to fall in love with each other. But of course, everything's fine and great until someone (both of you) fucked up and caught feelings.

TW: swearing, mutual pining, unrequited love (it is requited later), minor harassment (not a lot), and there is some derogatory talk from an extra that doesn't even have a name (Kei puts him in his place, I promise).

A/N: So this wasn't requested, but I've been thinking about this one a lot recently and I wanted to do something with it, hence this.

Note: Anything in italics is a memory! Well, not all of it, but the longer sections. Most of the time the one or two word-er things are simply emphasized, that kind of thing.

"Tsukishima, your girlfriend's here to see you!" Sugawara told the middle blocker, and he turned to see you leaning against the wall near Yachi and Kiyoko, laughing at something they were saying to you.

"She's not my girlfriend," Kei muttered, walking over.

"Kei! I knew you'd be here," you said, digging through your bag. "One of the girls in my class wanted me to give this to you."

You handed him a bright pink envelope with black sparkly writing on the front, his name scrawled in almost perfect handwriting.

"Another love letter?" he asked, taking it.

"Probably, I've stopped asking. It makes them think that we're together," you told him, crossing your arms.

Kei sighed, opening the letter with little fanfare.

He scanned through it quickly, rolling his eyes.

One thing he had noticed was that the letters he had been getting were really sucky poetry and fancy words. They knew nothing about him worthwhile and he was pretty sure they just wanted to check off the 'I have a boyfriend' box on their high school checklists.

Kei made a noise of disgust and walked over to the nearest trash can, dumping the letter in.

"I'm assuming that's another no?" you asked, smirking at him, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, ignoring the smirk on your face.

You, Tadashi, and Kei had all been friends since middle school. Kei had known you longer, since you lived in the same neighborhood, but you had kind of adopted Tadashi when you had heard about him being bullied, hence why Kei and you were actual friends now. Tadashi was the link between the two of you that had stuck. Being forced to make conversation as some of the only kids in the neighborhood had simply made you acquaintances.

"If you knew I was going to say no then why would you give me the letter?" Kei asked.

"Because I'm hoping you'll broaden your horizons," you offered, waving your hand dismissively. "Besides, it sends the wrong message if I just throw them away without giving them to you. Not to mention, a lot of the girls don't like me to begin with because I'm one of the few people you can tolerate for more than a few minutes at the time. You've never had a girlfriend, Kei, even if they aren't girlfriend material, couldn't you at least make a few more friends?"

"I can barely deal with you and Tadashi, I don't need anymore friends," Kei told you, and you laughed.

"Keep telling yourself that Kei. I'll see you guys later, alright?"

Tadashi and Kei nodded, watching you leave before they rejoined practice.

"Are you sure she isn't your girlfriend, Tsukishima?" Sugawara asked, watching the blocker with mild interest.

Despite being second years now, their former upperclassmen were showing up more as tournament season drew closer. Though Kei also suspected that they were being nostalgic and that they missed their underclassmen's chaos.

"I'm sure," he assured the former setter. "Why?"

"Nothing, just a hunch," he murmured.

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"Guys, do you ever wonder how many people see you on the side of the street and think, 'Wow, they are the most beautiful person I have ever seen'?" you asked, as you hung upside down on the monkey bars.

"I think the blood is going to your head, (Y/F/N)," Tadashi teased.

"No, I'm serious," you said, turning to look at him. "I was thinking, earlier, about how Kei keeps getting all these love letters, and it made me wonder how many people see me as attractive, but never say anything. I don't think it's very many," you admitted, "but I wonder if they are out there."

Tadashi sighed, putting his hands on his forehead in an exasperated manner.

"(Y/F/N)," he said, sounding almost breathless, "just because Kei is getting letters doesn't mean that people don't find you attractive."

"I'm not saying people don't find me attractive," you said, swinging yourself up onto the bars again. "I know someone in the world must have standards that low, but just because they find me attractive doesn't mean they would date me."

"Why are we talking about this?" Kei asked, annoyance riddling his tone.

"Technically Tadashi and I were talking about it," you told him. "You were simply listening to the conversation."

"That doesn't tell me why this is the topic of conversation," he countered.

"I'm just saying! Kei keeps getting all these letters, and it makes me wonder if these girls actually think that they're in love with him. Attraction is really just a release of chemicals in the brain from when we were simply a species trying to survive. But that's not love," you said.

"So what's love to you?" Tadashi asked, curious.

"I think real, true love is when you see something that reminds you of them and you smile, even without realizing it. I think it's when it hurts to see them hurt, but you stay by them instead of seeking revenge, knowing they need you in the moment. I think it's the little inside jokes that mean nothing to people around you, but it's everything to you. I think it's knowing that there are plenty of people that are better than you out there, but wanting to stick around to be better for that person, to prove that you're worth it.

"I think it's seeing all the broken pieces, and loving them all anyway. It's remembering the little things. It's being able to sit in complete silence and know what the other is saying just because of the way their eyes crinkle. It's knowing that they have the power to break off new pieces, and trusting that they won't. It's when . . . instead of breaking pieces of yourself so that they can handle you, you stay whole. If they choke, you know it's not love, not really.

"It's knowing that you can stand on your own two feet, but leaning on them anyway. It's knowing that you are your own person, but wanting to share it with someone anyway. It's feeling free and wild, but content to stay still, because you trust them. For me, I feel like love is knowing that someone would read with me on a window seat, watching it rain, but they would also drive just a little too fast down older roads with the windows down so we can pretend, just for a moment, that we're in a shitty music video."

You smiled as you turned yourself upside down on the monkey bars again.

"I think it's kind of like what we have, but more romantic."

"You've been reading too much fanfiction," Kei muttered.

"Maybe," you admitted. "But maybe that's because I want to be able to spew romantic bullshit like that when I finally find a guy that likes me for me. I realize that, realistically, I'll probably never feel like that. Or at least, I won't feel it enough to put it into words like that. Fantasy never lives up to reality after all. But it's a nice thought."

"So, you don't think you'll ever find something like that?" Tadashi asked.

"I think that I'll either end up married to a man that was good enough, or on my own with no social life except you and Kei. I'll rely on work to keep me entertained."

Kei snorted.

"What's so funny you overly salted French fry?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If I ever think you're marrying a man that's just 'good enough', I'll say 'I object!' at the wedding," he told you.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, smiling. "And why's that?"

"Because you deserve more than that," he said, looking you in the eye. "(Y/F/N), you are not the kind of girl that should end up with 'good enough'. You're too . . . free for that. Although, maybe independent is a better word. You would wither with just 'good enough', and that's not something I'm willing to let happen."

"Aw, so you do care about me," you cooed, swinging yourself upright onto the bars. "And don't worry Kei, we both know that Tadashi and I will never let you settle with 'good enough' either."

"What about me?" Tadashi squawked, and you laughed.

"Come 'Dashi," you chided, "we all know that you won't end up with 'good enough' even if you try."

His cheeks went pink and you laughed again.

Kei, as much as he pretended otherwise, really loved seeing you and Tadashi laugh like this. It reminded him that there were people who didn't see just the bastard act that he threw up to protect himself.

He loved the way your dimple appeared when you gave Tadashi that real smile, not the smirk or the grin you gave people. He loved seeing Tadashi carefree and not hiding behind his hand when he laughed or smiled.

He loved being able to sit and watch the two of you interact, but know that he could pop into the conversation whenever.

"Kei, that look on your face is kind of creepy," you teased, sliding to the ground to ruffle his hair, a small way of telling him you didn't mean it. "What's it for?"

"Nothing," he muttered, hoping to the heavens that his ears weren't turning pink, though they probably were.

"Come on Tsukki," Tadashi said, giving him a look, "we've all been friends for years. We know you better than that."

"I'm just glad is all," he murmured.

"Glad for what?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, leaning over them to look at his face.

"You. Tadashi. You know, my friends," he confessed.

Damn it! His ears were definitely pink.

But he didn't shove you off.

Most people assumed that Kei was a jerk all the time, and while that might have been true for anyone else, you and Tadashi were the exceptions to his rule.

You and Tadashi had been friends with him for almost your whole lives, and both of you had been there during the brother debacle.

You and Kei had lived in the same neighborhood for years, and had been a part of more than a few conversations that had been forced by social convention, and your mother had been good friends with his in high school, though they had lost touch after that.

You had noticed Tadashi being bullied in class and had stepped in, defending him and deciding that he was more worth your time than the other kids.

Which led you to Kei, when you found out that he had helped Tadashi on the playground, even if that had never been his original intention.

The three of you had become a trio of sorts in your later years, though your reputations weren't the most . . . innocent.

Kei had always had a sharp tongue and a quicker wit, and his irritation seemed to have no limits.

You were on level with him, though you were much harder to set off than he was.

Tadashi never really provoked, but he watched as the two of you eviscerated anyone that insulted him.

Kei was ruthless with people who made comments on you and/or Tadashi, never giving them a chance to get another word in, though they had often tried, simply making themselves seem more like idiots.

On the other hand, you tended to let people hang themselves with their own tongues, before using that quick wit and sharp tongue to gut them like the pigs that they were.

Tadashi had little confidence on his own, and he tended to be more affected by words than you or Kei, so most of the time he let you and Kei handle people, but every once in a while, he would be set off.

Nothing was scarier than Tadashi getting pissed. He was rarely ever confrontational, but when something set him off, it was terrifying. He got really quiet, and he never raised his voice. There was a quiet kind of fury that radiated from him when he got like that, and if you and Kei used your words to eviscerate, Tadashi used his to give someone hypothermia. He would make them get colder and colder before their brains tricked them into thinking they were too hot, and then ended them.

All three of you were terrifying in your own ways, but that didn't mean you were like that all the time.

Kei wasn't an asshole all the time, and he enjoyed receiving hugs and other types of physical affection, he was just shit at reciprocating it and letting others see that more 'vulnerable side of him', as he put it. He was better at fixing problems logically. He helped you and Tadashi study, or sometimes bought gifts to make you both feel better, little things that still made your days.

Tadashi was someone who might not be confrontational, but he was very good about getting you and Kei out of your heads when something did hit a chink in your respective armors. He knew that both you and Kei were more affected by what people said than most people were led to believe. He was also a very good listener.

You were the giver of physical affection when the boys needed it. Kei tended to need it more than Tadashi, since Tadashi had his moms who were more than willing to give hugs. Kei didn't like his mother thinking anything was wrong, and he didn't completely trust his brother anymore, so physical contact was kept to a minimum.

Tadashi was okay with giving Kei affection, but most of the time, when it came to Kei, you were the one he went to.

You had asked him once, why he always came to you.

"I sometimes think Tadashi puts me up on a pedestal," he had admitted. "He knows me, and he's my friend, but sometimes it feels like I can't disappoint him. I don't feel that way with you. Besides, your short enough that hugging you feels better. Plus, Tadashi is all bones."

"We're glad for you too Kei," you told him, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

Tadashi nodded, taking a seat beside Kei.

Kei's heart clenched, like it often did when he was reminded that he really did have great friends, and his ears got hotter.

"Alright, enough of the mushy stuff," he muttered, trying to wave you and Tadashi away.

"Come on Kei," you whined softly, gently bumping your head with his, "we all know that you have a heart! Don't be that way, it's just us."

Kei made a small noise, and you laughed, releasing him so that you could sit on his other side, peering up into his face with your adorable fucking doe eyes.

"You know you don't have to pretend with us," you murmured, leaning on his shoulder, taking his hand.

"Yeah, we've all been friends for long enough Tsukki," Tadashi agreed, leaning his head on Kei's other shoulder.

"I hate you both," he muttered, trying to hide his face in his hands.

"Nuh uh," you said, pulling away to pull his hands from his face, sounding like a child. "No hiding from us."

You took his hand again, and for a while, all three of you just sat there, enjoying each other's company.

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"Tsukishima! You're girlfriend is here again," Suga said, gesturing to where you were walking through the doors of the gym, laughing with Yachi.

"Again, she's not my girlfriend," Kei muttered.

He remembered, suddenly, about the promise you had both made when you were middle school and boys were starting to notice girls and vice versa.

"Kei and (Y/F/N) would make such a cute couple when they're older," your mother had told his, smiling as you both chatted at a neighborhood barbeque, being two of the only children there that could hold an intelligent conversation.

At that point, you and Kei were more than acquaintances, but you weren't exactly friends yet either.

Neither mother had realized that you and Kei had overheard, and when Kei had glanced at you, your nose was wrinkled like it did when you were grossed out by something, your expression mirroring his.

"Promise me something Kei," you had said, turning your attention back to him. "Promise me that you won't ever fall in love with me."

"Why not? I mean, I won't, but I want a reason," he had said, arms crossed as he looked at you.

"Because we're friends," you had said, like it had been the simplest thing in the world. "And because if we ended up falling in love and dating that means Tadashi would feel left out all the time and I won't let that happen. So promise me."

"I promise not to fall in love with you if you promise not to fall in love with me," he had offered.

"Deal," you had told him, offering him your hand to shake on it.

"Ah, Kei, there you are!" you said, smiling at him. "There's another letter. Based on the amount of hearts on it, another confession."

"Keep it," he muttered, pushing your hand away when you went to hand him the letter.

"Kei, I don't want to carry around another one of your love letters," you said, wrinkling your nose. "These aren't for me, and they make me sick, so please, for the sake of our friendship, take the damn thing off my hands so I can wash them."

He sighed, a pained sound that had you laughing, and took the letter, slipping it into his bag, wondering if the girls at school would ever take a hint that he wasn't interested.

"Why is Tsukishima so popular with the girls?" Hinata wondered out loud. "His personality is so crappy."

"And I don't think I've ever heard him say a nice thing to anyone," Kageyama added.

"That's because you guys are irritating to Kei," you interrupted, turning to them, arms crossed and hip cocked out to the side. "Most of the time, he's helpful and respectful. You two just aren't the kind of people he would voluntarily hang out with."

"Rude," Hinata cried, then pouted, "but true."

"The only people Kei really rips into are people he doesn't like, doesn't respect, people who disrespect Tadashi or me, or people who betray his trust. You two are options one and two."

"He just seems like an unfeeling asshole, even after three years of knowing him."

"I think it's the opposite actually," you told them.

Kei could feel your eyes on the back of his head, either unaware that he could hear you or uncaring that he was listening.

"I think he feels all of it, at one hundred and twenty percent. He just acts like that to avoid getting hurt in most cases. In your case though, he really does just not like you. Or, more accurately, he doesn't like that you two are so clearly passionate about something when he gets scared of something hurting him if he cares too much. Like Tadashi told you once, Hinata, if Kei didn't at least like volleyball, he wouldn't be here. Just think about it," you told them.

"(Y/F/N)!" Tadashi called. "We're still studying at your place right?"

"Yeah, just like always," you assured him. "Kei, you still have the spare key, just let yourselves in."

He nodded, spinning the ball in his hands as he watched you walk away.

"Tsukishima, are you one hundred percent sure that she isn't your girlfriend?" Suga asked, eyebrows raised at him.

"Three hundred percent sure," Tsukishima grunted as he served the ball.

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"Why do you never accept any of the confessions, Kei?" you asked, looking at him from over the top of your textbook.

Your head was hanging off the side of your bed and your socked feet were crossed at the ankles, resting on your wall.

Kei's neck hurt just looking at you, but he didn't say anything to you about moving.

"Because they aren't my type," Kei muttered, checking his notes before writing down an answer on his paper.

"What is your type?" you inquired, rolling onto your stomach, setting you book to the side. "Because I don't think I've ever seen you take an interest in a girl." You frowned, then added, "Romantic interest I mean."

Kei wondered what other interest you had thought he might get out of that, but he decided not to question it. Despite knowing you for years, and being as close to you as he was, you still managed to be somewhat of a mystery to him.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

"Yes, because I want to be able to set you up when you decide you're ready for a relationship!" you said. "Tadashi and I would make great wingmen. Well, wingman and wingwoman, but you know what I mean."

Kei actually turned to look at you at that one.

"You're serious," he muttered, noting the look on your face.

"Yes! Unless you don't think you're going to want a romantic relationship, which is completely okay too. I just want you to be happy is all."

"You know what makes me happy?" Kei asked, pausing to let you answer, but instead you stayed quiet, watching him with those damn doe eyes. "Getting my homework done and not having to deal with confessions from girls that don't know the first thing about me."

Kei heard your small chuckle, and as he went back to his homework, he found himself smiling.

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Kei had always known that, objectively, you were very pretty (he had heard enough from his classmates over the years to have it verified), but sometimes you did something, and he would realize all over again.

Today you had laughed a little harder as he ripped into someone, and you had given him one of those dimpled smiles that he adored so much, and he had stood there blinking for a moment before he cooled his expression again.

Kei didn't really understand why he got so mad when someone flirted with you in the hallways, or when you came to cheer the team on during games.

He had always assumed that it was merely because you were such good friends, but then he had realized that no one else got that mad, they didn't feel the same painful burning in the pit of their stomachs at seeing you with another guy.

Asking Suga had done absolutely nothing, the setter had merely suggested that Kei was jealous, which was absolute bullshit, and he wasn't desperate enough to contact Bokuto or Kuroo yet, though he might be at the point of asking Akaashi.

He would know if he liked you the way that the older setter was implying. He would know if he was in love with you.

Right?

Kei could worry about that later, right now he was more interested in getting that guy's hand off your shoulder and away from your neck.

"(Y/F/N)," Kei called, striding over, back straight. "The game's about to start, we've got to go."

"Kei!" you chirped, smiling at him, moving to his side immediately, giving the guy that had been bugging you a sugar sweet (and utterly fake) smile over your shoulder. "See you around never, hopefully!"

Kei pressed his lips together to hide his smile, letting you wrap your hand around his.

"Was that guy bothering you?"

"A little, but you got there just in time," you told him, your hand tightening it's grip for a moment before you let him go. "Thanks for always having the most amazing timing Kei!"

"Yeah, whatever," he told you, bumping your shoulder with his.

"Seriously, what is it with the girls that hang around with us and wandering off?" Daichi asked when you walked into the gym with Kei.

"Sorry guys! I just wanted to buy a key chain," you said, holding it up, grinning. "It's not my fault that athletes can't take no for an answer! Sometimes I think your on-court determination bleeds over into everyday life."

There were some nods, and Kei watched as the guy that had been bothering you stepped onto the other side of the court.

He followed the guy's eyes to you, where you were laughing at something Kageyama said.

Did- Did that moron just lick his lips at you?

Kei felt that burning sensation in his stomach again.

Kei didn't realize that he had been glaring until he heard your voice right next to him.

"Anyway, good luck guys!" you told them, affectionately ruffling Tadashi's hair, hip-checking Kei on your way into the stands, flashing him that damned dimpled grin over your shoulder.

"Hey, Blondie!" the guy called. "You, Glasses! I'm talkin' to you!"

Kei turned to see the guy from earlier smirking at him.

"Dude, your girl is so hot!" he said.

Kei felt the entirety of Karasuno tense behind him as they realized what was going on.

"Yeah, she is," Kei agreed.

"Think you'd be willin' to share her with me? I promise I'd take good care of her."

"Oh shit," someone muttered, and Kei saw red for a moment before he got himself under control.

"Is your ass jealous about the amount of shit that just came out of your mouth?" Kei asked, putting his hand on his hip.

Using insults like that was never really his thing, but he was really pissed right now.

"Hey, Tsukki," Tadashi said quietly, "you might not want to-"

"What did you just say to me?" the guy asked.

"Hey, Kei!" you called from the stands, waving at him to catch his attention. "Leave the smack talk for when you actually win! Block his spike down his throat for me, alright?"

He nodded, giving you a grin that had you giving him one right back.

"God forbid if she was a guy and they were on the same team," Suga muttered, and the others nodded.

"Alright, time for the game to start," Daichi said.

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Kei did as you asked: he blocked every single spike that the guy tried to send over the net, and Kei could already tell that the guy was pissed at the end of the first set.

He was spiking more and more aggressively, which was screwing up aim to the point where Kei didn't even really need to block.

"Go Karasuno!" you cheered, smiling at the team from the stands.

Kei, every time he felt his anger getting out of control, looked to you in the stands to calm down.

Finally, the scumbag was so out of control that he was switched out with another wing spiker.

From there, the game was easy.

By the end of it, Kei hadn't even needed to look for you in the stands. Not only had he memorized where you were, but no one else on that team pissed him off as much as that scumbag did.

As soon as the ball landed on the other side of the court, and it was called, you were running down from the stands, running for him.

"Kei! You were so great!" you cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck, jumping at him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist to keep the both of you from falling over, and he buried his face in your neck as he set you down.

"Oh my gosh, Kei that was so amazing! I think that's the best you've played all season! Seriously! Some of those blocked looked like they would've ripped my arms off, that was so cool!" you gushed, holding onto his forearms.

Kei nodded, giving Tadashi a look over your shoulder for a moment, letting him know that it was okay for him to go on ahead.

"Thanks for blocking the slime ball for me Kei!" you said, smiling up at him. "And what did he say to you that got you so pissed off? I haven't seen you that mad in forever!"

"It was nothing," he told you, "it was stupid."

"Are you sure?" you inquired, looking up at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure the team will tell you about it later."

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay," you told him, "'cause you looked really pissed. I haven't seen you that pissed off since that one guy tried to make Tadashi cry."

"I don't like it when people make you uncomfortable like that," Kei said. "It really pisses me off."

"Is that why you kept looking at me during the game?" you asked, and Kei wondered if any other girl would've been so honest with him about something like this, or if it as just the fact that you had both spent so much time together growing up. "I noticed that you always looked at me whenever you had the chance."

Kei nodded, gesturing with his head towards the doors, so that he could catch up with the team and talk with you at the same time.

"Yeah, that was one of the reasons. It kept me focused on the scumbag's spikes, and it calmed me down enough so that I didn't punch him whenever we were across the net from each other."

"I kinda wish that you had, but I also know that it would've gotten you ejected from the game, which is not something I want to happen. Anyway, thanks Kei," you told him, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, always," he said, putting his hand on your head.

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It was when you were over at his house Sunday morning when he realized that he might need to call Kuroo and Bokuto.

You, Kei, and Tadashi had had a sleepover, but Tadashi had left early to spend some time with his moms, so Kei had woken up to you with a hand on his chest and his arm numb from where it was pillowing your head.

The three of you had been sitting on Kei's bed watching a movie, but Tadashi had tipped over sometime near the halfway marker, and Kei had fallen asleep not long after that, so he could only assume that you had fallen asleep sometime after Tadashi had left this morning.

Kei turned on his side slowly, not wanting to wake you up, wrapping an arm around your waist softly.

He toyed with your hair, twisting it in his fingers gently, brushing it behind your ear, threading his fingers through it.

He wasn't ready to get up for the day yet, so he laid there with you, wondering how it would be ten years in the future.

Would your hair be longer? Would you cut it shorter? Would you dye it? Would you have kids by then?

That last one had made him pause.

He had always known that short of you dying or some huge falling out, Kei was in no way going to be able to get rid of you or Tadashi, but he had never even considered dating you, let alone anything beyond that.

So why was he wondering what your kids would look like? Why was he wondering how many you would want, if any? Why was he questioning how many stray animals you might bring home after work?

He sounded like every lovesick fool that got his heart broken in those weird movies that Tadashi liked to watch.

Kei glanced down at your face, and he suddenly found himself unable to think of a reality where he didn't wake up like this for the rest of his life.

When had he stopped seeing you as his little sister, or the annoying female friend that all of his classmates admired? When had he started seeing you as someone he could fall in love with, if he hadn't already?

But even with this new revelation, he couldn't bring himself to pull away from you.

Kei loved it when you both bickered like you hated each other, and he loved when you were able to throw back any insulting thing he said to you. He loved being able to have real conversations with you, but he also liked just sitting quietly with you.

This though, this was by far his favorite thing, seeing all the stress gone from your body, seeing your face without any kind of mask on, he adore seeing the calm serenity that came with sleep.

"Mm, Kei?" you asked sleepily, glancing at him. "What time is it?"

"Still early," he murmured, tucking you into his chest again. "Go back to sleep."

"M'kay," you said, nuzzling in close.

Kei waited for a minute before he grabbed his phone and his glasses from the side table, texting Kuroo.

Normally, he would've talked to Tadashi, but Kei didn't want to drag him into anything until he knew for sure, just in case he was wrong.

Kei: I have a question for you

Kuroo: What's up Tsukki-poo?

Kei: First, don't call me that

Kei: Secondly, and this is completely hypothetical, but how do you know when you love someone?

Kuroo: Aww, is my little kouhai in love with someone? How cute!

Kei made a face, taking a deep breath and glancing at you quickly before he turned his attention back to his phone.

Kei: Just answer the question

Kuroo: We're talking hypothetically?

Kei: Yeah

Kuroo: Can't you use the internet for this stuff? Why ask me? Why not ask Freckles? Or the pretty setter on your team?

Kei: The internet would tell me I have cancer, not that I might be in love with someone

Kei: Secondly, as for the setter comment, I'm assuming you mean Suga

Kei: Thirdly, he would go tell Tadashi, and then the possible love interest, and I don't want to deal with any of those things

Kei: So, please, for the sake of my sanity, just answer the question

Kuroo: Alright, alright. Jeesh. Hypothetically, if you were in love with someone you might start noticing their presence more

Kuroo: It would feel almost like you have a compass where the needle points to them, and you can't turn it off. You notice the little things more than normal, and you know them. I mean, really know them. They feel almost like a part of you

Kuroo: Seeing them hurt hurts you. You constantly feel the need to make sure that they're okay. Even the little things that kind of annoy you are a huge part of what you love about them

Kuroo: You find yourself smiling at them, even when they're doing something completely mundane, and you could recognize their voice in a crowd. Suddenly, they went from just another person, to someone that you could find in a crowd, even if they blend in enough that they normally fade into the background

Kuroo: Hypothetically speaking, of course

Kei was surprised by how much his mentor was able to type out in such a short amount of time, but in the end, he was most surprised by how much it lined up with what you had told him earlier. The basics were the same, and Kei sighed, realizing what this meant for him.

Kei: How to I make it stop?

Kei: Hypothetically

Kuroo: When I figure that out, I'll let you know

Kei blinked at that, then sighed again.

Kei: Thanks, Kuroo-san.

Kuroo: Sure thing Skinny, let me know how it goes

Kuroo: Hypothetically, of course

Kei couldn't help but chuckle softly, and he set his phone aside, wondering whether this was going to change anything, and how long he had been in love with you.

He had always noticed the little things about you, it was just a part of him being perceptive, and he had grown up with you, so he automatically knew you better than 80 percent of the people you went to school with.

But he was more in tune with your presence than even Tadashi was. And he had always managed to pick your voice out in a crowd.

He glanced down at you, and suddenly, instead of being worried about if he was in love you, he was more worried about whether you loved him back or not.

Kei debated texting Tadashi, but he decided that it could wait, and he wanted to enjoy this time with you unhindered.

Kei knew that he was never going to say anything unless he was sure you felt the same way about him.

For one thing, you were nice enough that it was entirely possible that you would date him just because you were too nice to say no. For another thing, he wasn't the kind of guy to make a move if he thought it wouldn't lead to a win. Not to mention, that if you he did ask you out and you said no, that might make things awkward in the friend group, and Kei didn't want that to happen.

He had gone this long, right? What was a few more weeks?

But, of course, things didn't go the way that Kei wanted them to.

As the end of a semester approached, as well as the end of the year, projects piled on, as did speeches and tests.

Kei had always done well academically, and he wasn't as stressed as some of the other people he knew, like Hinata and Kageyama.

You seemed to be feeling the pressure too, even though Kei knew that you were going to be getting some of the higher grades in class, just like always.

You were freaking out more than usual, and Kei realized that he needed to do something if he didn't want you to overwork yourself.

He found you on the swings at the park by your house.

He had gone over to make sure that you had eaten something, but your mother had told him that you had gone out earlier, and that she didn't know where you were.

"Hey," he said, announcing his presence as he settled beside you.

"Hey Kei," you replied, staring at the ground in front of you like it held the key to the universe.

"Are you okay?"

"No," you admitted. "I'm so nervous and freaked out that I can't eat anything. I have that weird mineral deficiency so drinking water just makes me really dizzy and I almost passed out when I stood up at the end of the day and there's nothing I can do about it! Not to mention that, once again, I got stuck with the morons that aren't going to do anything to help me with the project so I'm stuck doing everything by myself. For some of my classes, that's okay, I can just tell the teacher that they didn't help, but for some of them they're going to give me that bullshit lecture about working together. I have no idea what to do my speech about for that one class, and I have so many back to back tests that I think I might forget everything!"

Kei let you ramble, watching the way your hands moved around, trying to communicate the stress and anger and nerves that you were experiencing all at once.

He watched the way yours eyes widened and squeezed shut to add extra emphasis. He watched the way you glanced over at him to make sure that he was still paying attention, to make sure that you weren't annoying him, the way you smiled a little bit whenever you noticed that he was watching you and that you weren't annoying him by talking.

Somehow, you started talking about the constant love letters that he was getting.

"I mean, I get that some girls feel the need to have a boyfriend," you said, rolling your eyes, "but I have bigger things to worry about than their attraction to you, you know? One girl gave me a letter the other day, and I was so tired that I didn't realize what it was, and I started to read it and I was caught between wanting to laugh, cry, and hurl all at the same time."

Kei perked up at that.

"It made me kinda sad too," you admitted, your voice quieting. "I mean, it must really suck for you, getting all these letters claiming that they love you when they don't even know that first thing about who you are. I mean, it was hilarious that she even thought that you were interested in getting a girlfriend, and it was sickening how many times she used the words 'hot', 'sexy', and 'unadulteratedly handsome' to describe you."

Kei knew he made a face at that, with the way you laughed, before you continued, your voice even quieter than it had been, "But it made me sad to think that you keep having to read these things. They claim that they love you, that they want to be with you, and they don't even know who you are. Not in a way that matters at least. I don't know, it was just kind of depressing I guess."

You glanced at him, turning to face him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I started throwing them away. I'm getting sick and tired of being their carrier pigeon, and I really hate thinking about you having to deal with them all the time. If they want to confess they can find another way to do it."

"I don't mind, at all," he assured you, and you smiled at him.

But then your smiled faded into something similar to a frown.

"Hey, Kei?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember that promise we made when we were kids?"

"How could I forget? You never shut up about it during middle school," he teased.

"I broke that promise," you whispered. "That was one of the reasons that those letters made me so upset. As someone who has loved you, really loved you, for longer than they've known about you, it made me sick to read some of the things they said. I know that that makes me sound like some kind of possessive bitch, but it's true."

Kei stared at you, wondering if he had just heard that right.

You were in love with him? And had been for more than three years?

Kei felt like the breath had been knocked out of him.

"What's with the face Kei?" you asked. "I thought you knew already."

Kei didn't think that his eyes could get any wider than they were at that moment.

"Y-You . . . I-I what?"

"Come on Kei, you had to have noticed by now," you said, looking more concerned by the second. "I mean, it's not like I act the same way around everyone else that I do around you."

Kei let his brain process the things that you were telling him before he managed to squeak out, "You mean, like a friend thing right?"

You bit your lip, checking his face for something, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

"No, Kei," you said finally. "I mean like, I want to be your girlfriend kind of love."

You weren't looking at him now, and he was worried you were taking this the wrong way. He didn't want this to end in a misunderstanding so he sighed dramatically.

"So, you're telling me that I could have confessed months ago and avoided the entire overthinking part of my recent internal panic?" he asked, watching the way your brows furrowed with confusion, the way your head whipped up when you finally realized what he was saying to you.

"A-Are you saying that the feeling is mutual?" you asked, eyes wide as you both looked at each other.

"Yes, you dumbass," he teased, smiling softly at you. "I broke that promise too, so it's okay, since we both broke it."

Now you were the one staring at him in disbelief.

Then you were off your swing and pacing in front of them, waving your hands around like a madwoman.

"Holy shit, you love me back," you muttered, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye every few seconds, like you were worried he would disappear. "I-I don't know what to do from here. I never thought that I would get this far. Is . . . is this where we talk about whether we want this to be a serious thing?" you asked. "Is this where we agree that we love each other but we pretend like nothing's changed? What am I supposed to do in this situation?"

"For one thing," Kei said, standing so that he could wrap his hands around your wrists, gently making you look at him. "You could calm down and let me get a word or two in before you make yourself black out."

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

"For another," he continued, "you and I should go back to your house. Your mom is worried sick about you, and you need to eat something before you pass out. We can have a serious talk about what this means once you aren't in danger of passing out from exhaustion or malnutrition."

"Okay, but only because I know that you're going to make me do it anyway," you told him, making him laugh.

You both walked in silence for a while before you asked, "When did you realize?"

"A few months ago," he admitted. "I think I've always known, but that guy- the slimeball that I blocked- got on my nerves enough that I knew it wasn't some platonic 'protect a friend' thing. I started seeing it more and more after that. I talked to Kuroo-san about it when I was nearly 100 percent sure, and that solidified it for me I guess, that night you and Tadashi stayed over and we watched that horrid slasher film. I woke up and you were right there by my side, and suddenly I couldn't imagine waking up any other way."

"That really was a horrible movie," you muttered. "I didn't think you were going to be the cheesy one today, but then again, you are always surprising me. And you didn't think to tell me?"

"I was worried it would make things awkward, and I didn't want to say something and be wrong, you know? Besides, you can't say anything. How long have you known?"

"Do you remember the summer before our third year in middle school and we all stayed at my grandparents' camp for three weeks?"

"That long? We were- what?- twelve?"

"Yeah. I remember that there was a thunderstorm the first night we were there, and I got up in the middle of the night because I couldn't sleep, so I stood on the deck, in a tank top and shorts because I wanted to. I don't even remember how long I had been out there when you wandered out. I remember calling you a dumbass because 'What if I was a murderer?' and you just called me short.

"We both stood there for a few minutes, and when I shivered, you wrapped your arms around my waist from behind me, pressing your chest to my back and calling me an idiot for wearing something so light in the middle of a thunderstorm. Instead of doing the sensible thing and getting a blanket or a jacket, you just hugged me and stood there with me until I couldn't stand it and we went inside."

Kei remembered that. He had seen you standing out on the deck when the lightning had flashed, and he had been worried when you weren't in your room, so he had gone out to check on you.

You had looked so happy, standing there in the rain, listening to the thunder crash in the distance.

He had wanted to stay with you, so he had.

It was one of the first times he had decided that he didn't care what it looked like, he cared for you, and he was going to show it somehow.

Kei slipped his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers together.

You glanced at him, but you didn't say anything, just squeezed his hand and walked with him.

When you both got back to your house, you grabbed a plate of food and plopped down at your desk in your room.

Kei lounged on your bed while you ate, watching you flip through a textbook and scribble notes in between bites of food.

When you pushed the plate to the side, your turned to face him.

"So."

"So."

You both locked eyes and chuckled.

"I already told you what I wanted out of this," you told him, shrugging. "I'm fine with whatever we decide, but that's my best case scenario ending for this."

"You make this sound like a business meeting," he teased, watching you stand up to move next to him on your bed.

"What do you want from this, Kei?" you asked, glancing down at your lap.

"I want you to be my girlfriend," he admitted. "I want to glare at guys that think they even have a chance with you. I want to kiss you for good luck before a game, all that sappy shit that everyone says that I wouldn't be into."

You smiled, laughing a little breathlessly for a moment before you comprehended everything he said.

"All of it?" you asked, turning those damned doe eyes on him again.

"All of it," he confirmed.

You chuckled softly, taking his hand again.

"Good. Me too."

"Good," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

You giggled, something that made Kei stop for a moment, because you weren't the type of girl to giggle, at anything.

He smiled softly at you, and he wondered how much shit he was going to get from his team with you around, but he realized that it wasn't anything he needed to worry about yet.

Then he remembered something else.

"Hey, do you want to cause a little chaos?" Kei asked you.

"How so?"

"Remember how I said I talked to Kuroo-san?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he wanted me to let him know how it went," Kei admitted. "I have him, Bokuto, Akaashi, Lev, and Hinata in a discord group chat. I want to try something, if you're okay with it."

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, arching an eyebrow, a smirk on your lips that said you were up for almost anything.

Skinny: img.jpg

Skinny: Thanks Kuroo-san

five people are typing...

Kei laughed, leaning over to show you the chaos that had ensued when he had sent the group chat the photo of you kissing his cheek.

You giggled at the many exclamation points and question marks, snickering at Kuroo's reply.

"I love you," you told him, kissing his cheek again.

"I love you too," he said, ignoring the calls that were coming through on his phone as he leaned over to cup your face in his hands.

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[wetforbritishactors123]

Can you do a smut where Harry gets tired of slytherin reader constantly teasing him (stuff like taking his glasses and kissing him then sprinting away) and decides to teach her a lesson 👀 (dom! Harry and sub! Reader if you could)

Yeah of course!

I actually had fun writing this, so here you go! But it may be kind of shitty due to the fact that this is the first full on smut I really ever wrote, because I usually write like small parts of smut but I never really haven written a full on smut until now.

Word Count.1500+

18+

Warnings: Spanking, Teasing, Just Smut

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You were a menace. An absolute menace. You loved to tease and your boyfriend hated it. You loved to put him on edge, to make him sweat. It was fun for you but for Harry, it was another story.

He hated that you left him aching in his pants, which had him spend the rest of the day trying to hide a very obvious boner. It kind turned you on, knowing that he could crumple just under your touch. It made you feel dominant and in control.....or so you thought

You had a plan, a brilliant plan.

You marched into the library with a sly smirk painted on your face, you felt some stares lingering on you from the behind. Your skirt was hitched up which barely covered your ass and your blouse had the top few buttons loose which made some cleavage show, it was all a part of your plan.

You confidently strode towards a table where your boyfriend and his friends were sitting at. His eyes caught yours and he seemed to be pissed at you but then his eyes trailed down your body and his looked changed from pissed to hungry.

You put both your hands on the table and angled yourself towards Harry, your boobs directly in front of his face.

"So what are you guys doing?" You asked, with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"We're just studying." Hermione replied quickly.

"Oh I see", you say before standing up and walking behind Harry's seat. You saw him tense up which caused your smirk to grow wider. Once you were behind Harry's seat you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck before moving your lips to his ear.

"I don't think you need to study, Harry." You whispered into his ear while nibbling at his earlobe.

His breathing hitched and you grinned, "Your already so smart, that's why your the chosen one. But more importantly my chosen one" you whispered seductively. You looked up and saw a clearly uncomfortable Ron and Hermione both of them trying obviously to focus their attention on their books other than the horny couple in front of them. You let out a breathy laugh as you saw Harry's hands gripping the table.

Your eyes traveled to look lower where you could Harry's pants, and you could tell he was obviously hard. "Is my Chosen One hard?" You teased into his ear. You sucked on his earlobe for a few more seconds before having your mouth travel down his neck, you planted open mouth kisses onto his jawline. You move from his jaw to his lips and kissed him with passion. He instantly kissed back, this shocked you. You knew Harry wasn't a big fan of PDA, so he must've been really turned on to be kissing you like this. Your tongue swiped at his bottom lip. Your plan was just about complete. You quickly pulled your lips from his and before he could say anything you were out the door...with his glasses.

Harry was furious, you were constantly teasing him. "Bloody hell Harry! You get a lot of action! How do you do it?" Ron asked, in amazement.

"He's the chosen one, more specifically her chosen one", Hermione teased.

Harry groaned in embarrassment before hiding his face with his hands.

You were running down the long corridors of Hogwarts with Harry's glasses in hand. You had a big old grin settled on your face as you ran to the Slytherin Table in the Great Hall.

You quickly took a seat and one of your friends turned to you.

"What did you do to your poor boyfriend now?" She asked.

You laughed and held up Harry's glasses.

Your friend groaned and gave you a face that a mother would make to scold a misbehaving toddler.

"Y/N! You need to stop with this!" She lectured you.

You rolled your eyes at her and started to fondle with the frame to Harry's glasses, "I would but it's just too fun!"

You friend shook her head at you and sighed,"Look I know that you love to have your little games with Harry, but think about dealing with you from his shoes."

You laughed, "Yeah having a hot girl giving him some attention is just so bad."

Your friend rolled her eyes,"Your impossible."

You threw your head back and barked out a laugh. You didn't see anything wrong in your games, but Harry has had enough. He was sick of being teased and then ignored, he wanted to punish you. He stormed out of the library and marched his way towards the Great Hall. As he entered he found you talking to your friend. You turned to face the entrance of the great hall and saw Harry, you looked into his eyes and saw anger and lust. The look was so intimidating and it made you gulp. You never saw Harry with such a look before and it made you.....aroused.

Harry marched over to you and grabbed your hand, "Y/N, we're going." He snarled. You stared at Harry like a deer in headlights, you never saw Harry like this it shocked you. "Get up. Now." He demanded. The sharpness of his voice went straight to your core, you never felt more turned on. You cautiously got up and Harry took grip of your wrist and dragged you out of the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry pulled you into his dorm and pushed you onto his bed. His eyes lingered on you and you could tell he was furious. Oh yay rough sex, you thought. You smirked at the thought of how he would be angrily pounding into you as you'd be a moaning and screaming mess under him. "You think this is funny, do you?!,"He sneered,"I have to deal with your constant teasing and then you leave me to deal with a fucking boner so hard that the pain feels inevitable!"

You gulped, the smirk fading away. You weren't gulping from fear but from your arousal.

"I have to deal with a fucking boner almost every fucking day that you caused and won't even help with." He yelled.

Guilt washed over you, you were just now realizing the unfairness of your games. Was it really worth it to tease him like that just to feel in charge?

"Harry, I'm so sorry", you apologized.

"Yeah you'll be sorry in a moment." He said while glaring at you.

You were confused,"And what do you mean by th-"

"Strip and then get on you hands and knees", he demanded interrupting you.

You relunctantly pulled off your clothes very slowly as Harry watched with a hungry gaze. You felt aroused, being demanded to do things. It was oddly satisfying.

"Good" Harry praised,"Now go and be a good girl and get on your hands and knees."

You obeyed his demands and crawled to the middle of the bed and remained on your hands and knees. Harry walked over towards you with a wicked grin. You never felt more aroused before....and you loved this feeling.

Harry walked behind you and you couldn’t see him anymore.

“You’ve been a bad girl and bad girls deserved to be punished.” Harry said.

You were confused, what did he mean by that?

“Harry, what do you me-“

Smack!

You were cut off by a harsh pain on your ass, “Did you seriously just spank me?” You asked in disbelief,”I never took you for the one to be into spanking”

You were met with Harry’s hand to your ass, causing you to jolt forward. “Don’t talk without permission.”

You were in disbelief,”Are you kidding?”

He spanked you again in the same spot before kneading your skin, “Does it look like I’m kidding?”

And with that you decided to shut up. Who needed to talk during sex anyway?, you thought. Harry kept kneading the skin on your ass before smacking it again. At the sensation of his hand meeting the sensitive flesh on your ass, you couldn't help but moan.

"You like being spanked, don't you?" Harry mocked,"You like being punished, huh?"

You moaned at his words and he spanked you again. "Answer my questions." He demanded.

"Yes Harry I love to be punished, I love to be spanked like a bad girl," you moaned out.

Harry grew harder (if possible) at your words. His boner was painful and he wanted nothing more than to be pounding into your pussy from your behind. So he quickly baller off his trousers and underwear and climbed onto the bed and settled himself behind you.

You felt the tip of his dick rub through your folds before shoving himself into you. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out. He started pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. The room echoed with the sound of skin slapping and moans and grunts.

Harry soon grabbed the back of your hair and pulled your back against his chest, letting him fuck you deeper. He kept on hitting your G-spot and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach.

You felt Harry's thrusts to become sloppy and faster. You both soon came off your highs and collapsed next to each other on the bed.

You were out of breath, that must've been the best sex of your life.

"So are you gonna continue those games?" Harry asked.

You let out a laugh,"If I keep on getting a fucking like that afterwards, then yes."

Harry laughed.

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Requests are open

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[hyunjilicious]

I just read what is and what should never be and it was PHENOMENAL! I love everything you write anyway so I was wondering if you could do a small one where Bucky is alone and depressed and he calls yn because he feels lost and she is just there for him? No worries if you can't! I love you anyway 💕

Omg!! You’re too sweet! I really wanted to do this one justice, but I suck at angst... I love you too!! and I’m sorry if this sucks!

Summary: after the events of Endgame, you and Bucky part ways. Even though you haven’t spoken in months, when he needs you, you’re there ANGST 2.2k

Warnings: overall angsty vibes. Sad Bucky. Idk depictions of depression I guess? shitty writing!

“You came” Bucky's surprised tone pulled you out of your thoughts.

Before saying anything else, you shook your head in disbelief. From certain points of view, he looked exactly the same as when you last saw him months ago, but if you looked past his rugged exterior, it was very easy to tell something was truly eating away at his heart.

“Of course I came” you frowned, “You called me”

“Thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore” Bucky mumbled.

You looked him up and down, thoroughly confused by his statement, but decided to keep the tone of the conversation from going too dark too fast. “Shut up, Barnes” you scoffed, “Don’t even joke about that.” A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, but it was forced, you could easily tell he wasn’t truly being himself. “What’s up?”

Bucky took a deep breath as if gathering the courage to word his thoughts. When his eyes met yours he flinched, the pain clouding his otherwise bright blue eyes. He started with a long sigh and a shake of his head but then, cringed as he finally spoke up. “I need help”

His confession went directly to the pit of your stomach. “What happened? Whatever it is, you got it, but what-”

“Nothing happened” Bucky stopped you, “I need help”

“I don’t understand”

“I need someone to-” he sighed, closing his eyes as his head fell forward in what could only be described as shame, “I need someone to talk to” and it was funny, considering he just walked out of his psychiatrist’s office. “Someone that’s not paid to listen to me” he added, “Someone who understands”

It was moments like these that you truly wished Steve was still here. Or Nat. Your best friends, yes, but they were the glue that held you all together, and now in their absence, you were all threatening to fall apart. 

But of course you’d be there for Bucky. Whatever he needed you were more than eager to provide, but at the same time, you were fully aware that your capabilities were limited. You didn’t lack the understanding or the experience, but you lacked the words. You had the sympathy, but not the advice he needed. But you were there. Like you have always been and always will be, so, that afternoon you ended up on his living room floor.

Surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol that had no effect on either of you whatsoever, you sat and listened to him rant his heart out until his throat couldn’t take it anymore. And then he broke down - completely. A full on mess, tears staining his cheeks as the temperature dropped in the room with every other pained groan he’d release. But he let it all out and the weight he had been carrying on his shoulder was unimaginable. There were too many things eating away at his heart, but the guilt was what kept him under its spell, what kept him up for the last months, what was physically destroying him.

“Y/n... “ he called for you, face hidden in his hands as he spoke, “I know you’re gonna say no, but-”

“No,” you stopped him, “Then don’t ask me”

“Please”

“No, Bucky” you sighed, grabbing his wrist so you could look him in the eyes, “If you already know it’s a bad idea, please don’t tell me because I’m afraid I’ll actually go through with it right now”

“But i can’t fucking sleep!” he cried out loud, falling back against the couch, arms propped up on his knees, “I keep having the same nightmares over and over again, and I can’t take it anymore”

“You don’t-” you took a deep breath, “You don’t want me to erase your mind, do you?”

The look in his eyes proved that that was exactly what he wanted. And the unshed tears that coated the otherwise pure and radiant blue of his eyes was almost enough to convince you.

“Please-” he begged, “I-”

“No, Buck” you shook your head and shuffled to face him properly, “As time passes, it’s only gonna get worse. The past will eventually catch up to you. You’ll want to know what you did”

He didn’t have it in him to fight you, so silence settled for a while. “You know sedatives don’t work on me?”

“I… never thought about it, but that makes sense”

Bucky gathered his lips into a tight line and nodded his head.

“Lady shrink isn’t of any help?” you asked.

“I have no clue what she’s doing” he shrugged, “Maybe it’s good in the long run, but fuck if I know how she expects me to make any kind of progress right now”

“You are, tho” you reassured him, “Making progress I mean”

“Am I?” Bucky laughed incredulously.

“Yes! You’re almost completely on your own feet. You really pushed through”

“Or maybe I’m just ignoring all of my problems”

“You just told me about them” you chuckled, and threw an arm over his shoulders.

Hesitatingly at first, he eventually leaned in into your hold, allowing himself to completely fall against your chest. “I hate this”

“I think that’s a given” you laughed, curling your fingers around the roots of his way too short hair. “A wise man once said that whenever someone acts like they have their shit together, they’re either lying or delusional”

“Who said that?”

“I don’t know” you confessed, “I saw that on the internet”

For the first time that night, you actually heard him laugh, and it sounded so good - it was short and weak, but it was sweet and honest. “That’s a pathetic attempt at cheering me up, but I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it” Bucky said as he pushed himself up.

“I wish I could do more” you mumbled, “But I don’t know what, or how, but-”

“Thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me, you know that” you smiled.

He didn’t know that. He’d never stop thanking you for even the smallest gestures. The day where Bucky would understand that kindness, in some cases, is a given, was far away, but you had the patience and determination to work for it.

As you talked and talked, and the topic of conversation kept shifting from one area to the other, the sun set, night settling outside his small windows. It was time for you to leave, and you would’ve done it, had he asked you not to at the last second.

You had your shoes on and one hand on the door handle, when he stumbled over his words, obviously too shy to properly hold his ground. “Actually can you- can you-” he mumbled, pointing to his couch, “Can you stay here tonight?”

And of course you did. The night didn’t last much longer after that, with Bucky settling on the floor, only a blanket to keep him company, and you sprawled out on the couch as silence settled.

But your mind was too busy to drift off. You knew his’ was too, but decided to refrain from speaking up, hoping to let him fall asleep, even for a short while.

It was loud inside your head. You always promised yourself you’d never intrude on someone’s thoughts and read through them without their approval, but you physically felt Bucky radiate energy, and your mind just slipped. But then, your heart almost stopped.

You saw yourself. You saw yourself slapping him back in Wakanda when he decided to go under ice again, you saw yourself moving a car out of his way back in Bucharest, when you risked your life for his because you trusted Steve that much, and because you were that good of a friend. You saw yourself at Tony’s funeral, eyes shiny with tears and then felt an almost uncontrollable urge to hug yourself - and then realised it wasn’t your urge, it was Bucky’s. At this point, your heart beat so fast you were actually afraid he’d hear it. But when goosebumps appeared all over your skin, you realised he couldn’t hear you, that he was asleep and that the nightmares started materializing. 

What convinced you to act on it was the sudden jerk of his body and the way to fully tensed instantly after. So, unable to just sit and watch, you rolled over to the side and allowed your hand to fall by his temple, little specks of light rolling off the tips of your fingers as you forced the thoughts away. Seconds later, you saw him relax and shift around, gathering the blanket he laid on to his chest as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

His relaxed form and the steady pace of his breathing put a smile on your face. But you made the mistake of thinking this was a one time thing, however, before you realised, you found yourself leaning over him again, ushering yet another wave of nightmares away. And it kept being an ongoing process until the sun rose, and you cursed yourself as you did not get one second of shut eye. But it was worth it. The sight of him finally resting, knowing he spent his night in his happy place that you this time did not intrude on, made up for your tiredness. 

When Bucky drifted out of his deep sleep, you figured it was safe to relax too. But knowing that if you went to sleep right now you wouldn’t wake up until noon, you stood up, determined to give him the full best friend experience.

But all you found in his kitchen was a box of stale cereal, a soft cucumber and candy wrappers. Had he not looked so adorable sleeping shirtless and curled into a ball on the floor, you would have woken him up yelling. But instead, you decided to order some food, and the simple fact that the sound of the delivery guy ringing the doorbell didn’t wake him up, actually terrified you. With a life like yours, no one sleeps that deeply, but then there he was, snoring away the late hours of the morning. 

By the time he finally stirred awake, the food was already cold, and you were bored out of your mind. “What- what time is it?” he mumbled, voice rich with sleep.

“A little bit past 2” you yawned from your spot on the couch.

“2 pm?” Bucky huffed, sitting up in a hurry and rushing to grab his phone. “What the-” he turned to you confused, “It’s 2pm…”

“Yeah” you sighed, “And the food is cold”

“Food?” Bucky gawked, looking over at the small table by the window, “You got food?”

“You didn’t have any” you defended yourself. You wanted to scold him for not taking better care of himself, but he looked so homey and cozy and vulnerable, that you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Eventually, you stood up and walked over to him. “I’ll let you eat, Buck, but I gotta go” you sighed, giving him a hug, “Got some stuff to do” you lied, by stuff meaning sleep, since you were exhausted.

“Yeah, of course” he mumbled in agreement, wrapping his arms around your frame, and bringing you closer. He sank his head into the crook of your neck, holding you to his chest for a moment longer than you would have considered friendly. But you didn’t complain, his hold was stern and loving, and you really needed that right now. “Thank you” Bucky added when he finally let you go. His right palm cupped your cheek as he looked down at you, awe and admiration in his eyes.

“Nothing to thank me for, Buck” you smiled, and then pulled away.

He silently watched you get ready to leave, following you around until you reached the door and turned around to say goodbye. And it was weird. Your heart boomed against your ribcage, and you didn’t have to read his thoughts to know he was feeling the same kind of nervous. And it may have been the one too many stories you read but you actually feared something was going to happen. Thankfully, it didn’t. Instead you shared another hug, and parted ways.

However, all you managed to do was reach the staircase before you heard his door open, followed by the sound of his bare feet sprinting down the hallway. “What are you-”

“Can you stay?” he asked, shaking from head to toe, “In New York I mean, can you please stay? Just a few more days”

“Well, I- yeah, I guess I can” you mumbled.

“I just, I need a few more days. You’re screwing my head back on, I just need you now. Steve is gone, and Sam is all the way in Louisiana and I hate phones and I-”

“Wow-” you laughed, “I’m not even the second choice, I’m the third?”

“Shut up, Y/n” Bucky frowned, “Stop being a smartass for a second”

“I’m sorry” you rolled your eyes, but he didn’t care.

In the blink of an eye, Bucky threw his arms around your shoulders and hugged you close, and you weren’t sure if the ‘I love you’ that echoed inside your mind had actually been spoken or just thought, but it was everything you never knew you needed.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine

[blueskrugs]

Jump Then Fall | Jack Hughes

I am eternally soft for this kid, okay. this is not the original birthweek fic I had planned for him, but it is a bonus Swift Fic because I couldn't help myself. enjoy while I work on getting my shit together for the summer!

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length: 2k words

High school relationships never worked out. That’s what they always told you, at least, when you and Jack were young and in love. And they were right, sort of. You’d broken up not long after you’d both graduated, with Jack off to be drafted and you off to college. Except you’d stayed close, texting and talking on the phone often once Jack had headed off to New Jersey. He was one of your best friends, and you were thankful he was still in your life, but you weren’t sure you’d ever stop loving him, not really.

I like the way you sound in the morning We're on the phone and without a warning I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

Saturday mornings always meant long phone calls with Jack. You’d both wake up early and make coffee before spending most of the morning on the phone, talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes you wished more than anything that you could see his face, but you weren’t sure what would come spilling out of your mouth when you saw him.

One cold morning in December, you were pretty sure Jack had still been asleep when you called. His voice was slow and rough when he spoke, but you could still hear the smile in his voice.

When you heard him yawn, big enough his jaw cracked, you laughed. “Am I keeping you awake?” you asked.

Jack rushed to answer, “No, never.”

“Jack,” you warned.

Jack laughed. “We got in late last night, I’m just a little tired, I’m fine,” he told you.

“I can let you go back to sleep,” you said.

You heard Jack sit up on the other end of the line. “No way, absolutely not,” he said.

“We’re not even talking about anything important.” You’d mostly been stressing about the end of the semester.

“So? I like talking to you,” Jack argued.

You sighed. “You’re an idiot,” but it came out more fond than annoyed.

Somehow, that phone call lasted almost two more hours. Later, you wouldn’t remember what dumb thing you’d quipped that had made Jack burst out laughing, but you’d always remember the sound of that laugh. You’d wished you’d been able to record it, to have it to listen to on rough days, on days you missed Jack a little extra.

I hear the words but all I can think is We should be together

Jack was telling some story about his teammates. You were only half-listening, paying more attention to his face as he talked. It was late, and Quinn and Jack were home for Christmas. You and the three Hughes boys had taken over the basement for the night. Quinn and Luke were sprawled out on the couch opposite you, and you were buried under several blankets with your feet in Jack’s lap. He was using one hand to help illustrate his story, but the other was resting on your ankle, warm despite the chill outside, his thumb absently rubbing against your bare skin.

Quinn threw a balled up napkin at you, jolting you back to reality. “What’re you thinking about over there?” he asked.

“What?” You threw the napkin back at Quinn.

Luke chimed in, “Yeah, Jack’s not that funny, there’s no way you’re smiling at him.”

“Hey!” Jack protested. You dug your heel into his thigh, and he turned to grin at you.

You hadn’t even realized you were smiling. You always seemed to be smiling when you were around Jack, you couldn’t help it.

“Just missed you guys,” you said, grinning back at Jack.

Jack squeezed your ankle and went back to telling his story. You still weren’t listening.

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face, oh

When Jack first started growing his hair out, you hated it.

“No, why,” you said the first time you saw him that summer. Luke laughed from somewhere behind you.

Jack ran a hand through his hair and smirked at you. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You love my hair.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “I’ve changed my mind,” you said.

Jack squawked, outraged and offended. He slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close as you giggled and tried to get away. “You’ll pay for that,” he told you. You dug your elbow into his ribs until he let go of you.

Later that night found the two of you left alone near the bonfire as the sun went down.

“Hey,” Jack said. You locked your phone and tilted your head back to look up at him upside down. “Do you really not like the hair?” he asked.

You snorted. “Would you cut it if I said I didn’t?” Jack shrugged, not quite meeting your eyes. You sat up and twisted to look at Jack properly. “You wouldn’t, oh my God.” It was hard to tell, but he might’ve been blushing in the fading light,

“Just tell me the truth,” he said.

You looked at Jack, really looked at him. He was tan, a new burst of freckles dusted across his nose. He’d shoved a hat on since you’d first seen him earlier in the day, but you could still see how his hair was just beginning to curl at the ends past the nape of his neck. Jack stared back at you, blue eyes dark.

“I guess I could get used to it,” you said.

Honestly, you were so gone for him, you were pretty sure you’d end up still liking him no matter what he looked like.

When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you

Sometimes you didn’t know how Jack put up with it all. From losing streaks to being called a draft bust to people questioning whether he was capable of being a leader, there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t have to deal with some bullshit. You knew it wasn’t easy, but he rarely let it get to him. Rarely, but not never.

It didn’t surprise you when your phone rang after a rough game. You answered the FaceTime call without thinking about it, smiling softly when Jack’s face filled your screen. He looked tired, dark bags under his eyes and his hair hanging limply in his face.

“Hi, bud,” you said.

Jack closed his eyes and sighed, long and loud, scrubbing his free hand across his face. You’d been able to watch the game, had watched the blowout happen in real time, just another loss in this skid, in a season that had started out promising for once.

“I’m tired,” Jack whined.

“You look like shit,” you told him. Jack stuck his tongue out at you. “Do I need to get Ty to delete Twitter off your phone again?” you asked. Jack rolled his eyes, but you weren’t joking.

“No, I just-” Jack rubbed his eyes again. “Did you see what my plus-minus was tonight?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh my God, no, we’re not doing this,” you said. Sometimes Jack wanted to forget everything about a shitty game, but other nights he got frustrated and wanted to pick apart every mistake he’d made on the ice. You dragged your laptop closer to you. “C’mon, open your Netflix, we’re watching a movie.”

There was some scuffling on the other end, with Jack accidentally pointing his phone at the ceiling. “Fine, but I get to pick,” he said.

You argued half-heartedly with him for a while, but he won in the end, and you settled on some movie you’d both seen a dozen times. It was quiet while you watched, a comfortable silence, heavy with familiarity.

“Hey,” Jack said lowly as the end credits rolled later. You’d been half-sure Jack had fallen asleep on you. “Thanks.”

You smiled tiredly at him. It was late, and dark in his room, and you could barely make out his blurry form on your phone. “Anytime, Jacky,” you said, but you meant, “I love you.”

You can jump then fall, jump then fall Jump then fall into me, into me, yeah

Your doorbell rang one morning in early May. When you pulled open the front door, there was Jack, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pocket, standing on your parent’s front porch.

“I thought you weren’t coming home for a few weeks still,” you said, leaning against the door frame. The Devils season was over, but Jack had told you he was planning on sticking around for a while or traveling some before coming home for the summer.

Jack took one of his hands out of his pocket and ran it nervously through his hair. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, instead of responding to your non-question.

You raised an eyebrow at him. You’d known Jack for years, and you could probably count on one hand the number of times you’d seen him be nervous. “Well, don’t hurt yourself with that, bud,” you told him.

He made a face at you, but it also got him to smile. “Will you just let me-” he started, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

“Hey, c’mon, let’s go inside,” you said, stepping back to let Jack follow you into the house.

In the living room, the TV show you had been watching was still paused, but you both ignored it. You sat back on the couch, but Jack stayed standing, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You’re freaking me out a little, Jacky,” you said.

Jack sighed and sat on the floor in front of you, leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him. “I miss you,” he said.

“Jack, we talk every day,” you told him. “I’m right here,” you added softly.

Jack huffed and ran his hands through his hair again. He laid back for a moment, staring silently up at the ceiling fan as it slowly turned above you.

“Have you ever thought about getting back together?” he asked when he sat back up.

You thought about it a lot, actually, but you just said, “Yeah.”

“Do you think we could do it?” Jack asked next.

You hesitated on that one. You’d thought that, maybe, you could’ve made it back when you were in high school, but things were so different now. You’d listened to the opinions of others so much back then, had broken up in part because you thought that it was inevitable anyway. Could you make it through all that again? You still had a few years until you graduated, and New Jersey wasn’t exactly close.

Then again, you two were as close as ever. Jack had only missed a handful of your Saturday morning phone calls, and it was always just because of hockey. He was still sitting on the floor in front of you, looking nervous as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

Jack’s face fell a little. “Do you think we could try?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you said, just as honestly. You’d never been good at saying no to Jack, anyway.

Jack beamed, and you knew exactly why you still loved him after all this time. Jack leaned forward and tugged at your foot. “Hey, come down here,” he whined. “Wanna kiss you.”

“Or you could come up here?” Jack tugged harder. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking needy,” you laughed, but you slid off the couch and let Jack pull you into his lap.

His hands went to your waist, sliding under your T-shirt, and he smiled smugly up at you. “Hi.”

You pressed a kiss to his nose. “Hi,” you said back.

“Uh-uh, you can do better than that.” A kiss to his cheek. Jack rolled his eyes and put one of his hands on your cheek to drag you in for a real kiss. “That’s better,” he whispered, but you were already leaning in for another kiss.

#cait writes things #jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine

[kenmei]

-ˏˋ EVERYTHING BUT! ˊˎ-

♡ gn!reader x boyfriend!sakusa kiyoomi

cw: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, slice of life, a pinch? of toxic behaviour, kinda suggestive somewhere in the middle, timeskip!au, established relationship!au

synopsis: in the times where home doesn’t feel like how it should, somewhere along the blurred lines of forgiven and guilty, “i’m home” gains back its familiarity

wc: 1900+

notes from mei!

happy bday to omi omi!!

it’s routine.

“i’m home.”

words that are familiar leave his lips; an expected response lingers in the air—it’s routine. the problem is, he’s only met with silence and an unusually cold apartment complex.

there are leftovers on the island; down the hallway leading to yours and his shared room, the lights are off. kiyoomi sighs, shrugging off his coat and not bothering to keep the sound of his dangling keys to a minimum.

and for the fifth time that week, he eats dinner alone.

the next morning proceeds as usual. quiet good mornings, a kiss to the cheek that feels robotic. he makes the food and you make the coffee; working in tandem as the news fills the silence between you both.

“i’m going out today.” you say, spoon clanking against the mugs as you’re pouring in the creamer. “hairi’s birthday.” you add.

he doesn’t turn to face you. “okay.”

you both eat in silence, not bothering to make small talk because the last time you tried, it ended up in a fight that brings you to your situation right now.

the night after, you both “made up,” but after a day and a half passed, he snapped at you more harshly than usual, giving you the silent treatment and coming home extra late just to get on your nerves.

tired of being a verbal punching bag, you reverted back into the person you promised you wouldn’t be again, because you wanted to be better—because you trusted in him enough that he wouldn’t make you feel that kind of pain again.

but now you’re here.

the words scratch at your throat as you open the front door. it’s dark, but you hear the shower running.

you’re not sure why you suddenly feel so anxious, but then again, you dreaded the entire uber ride “home.”

because as much as you love kiyoomi, he’s dragged you to hell and back for the past week and a half. as much as you’re willing to put up with his bullshit because you know he’s just like that, you’re not sure if this relationship is even worth it anymore.

it’s because you know his bad sides, good sides, everything-in-between-sides, you can’t find it in you to say something other than a half-assed sorry because you don’t want to drag things out.

you don’t want to lose him because he’s still your kiyoomi. 

he’s the boy who shared his umbrella with you in high school, the boy who threw his jacket on your head because you never listened to him when he said it’s cold out, wear a jacket.

the man who makes you play with his hair; the one who likes to be babied from time to time. don’t leave, he used to say, arms trapping you to his chest as you both wasted an hour in each other’s embrace.

in every season, all your favourite memories involve him.

and you’re being honest when you say you don’t want anything else—anyone else, but him. he’s a part of you now, and after him, you never thought of life without him.

but as you sit on the couch, head hung low, you think, perhaps, life would be better.

you fell in love rather young, at seventeen where love was like sunshine and rainbows. seventeen, where you didn’t know any other romantic kind of love besides him.

but now you’re twenty-three, where love feels more or less of a shitty scripted tv show. twenty-three, where you know there are many different kinds of love besides romantic.

“what are you doing?”

like you’ve been programmed, you stand. “sorry. i was waiting for you to finish.”

you brisk by him, blindly picking some clothes to use for pyjamas.

and he lets you, waiting for you to finish.

as you’re settling into bed, his lips find yours in a teeth-clashing, empty manner. naturally, you return, unaware of the void in your eyes as you humour him.

hands find their way underneath your shirt and you tense up.

he pulls away. “what’s wrong with you?”

“what do you mean?” you reply, pushing him off you. “...i’m kissing you back? why are you complaining?”

“you’re so bland lately.” he scowls, “you never say anything besides sorry! it’s like i’m dating a fucking statue!”

with the remnants of liquid courage swishing in your bloodstream, you snap, “what the fuck am i supposed to say besides sorry?!” you say, keeping a level-tone as you look at him in disbelief, anger bubbling in your veins. “you’re always mad at me and i’ve done nothing! you keep taking your bad days out on me!”

“that’s because you never do anything right!”

your mouth falls open in bewilderment. getting out of bed, you grab your phone. “fuck you.” you spit, “go find someone else. i’m not dealing with you anymore.”

a shout of your name, the sound of something falling to the floor.

the click of the front door doesn’t let you hear anything else.

kiyoomi<3: please come home

kiyoomi<3: where are you?

kiyoomi<3: talk to me baby please

“no.” you scoff, powering off your phone. you throw it to the other end of your hotel bed, grabbing your laptop.

two days.

(you wish it wasn’t like this).

glancing at the time, you think now would be a good time to go back to the apartment. he’s at practice and you need to start getting your shit out of his place.

your phone beeps a few more times and you wonder why he’s texting so much when he’s at practice. but then again, desperateness isn’t something to take lightly.

and you want to laugh at him, because now, when you’ve left, he’s texting you nonstop, leaving you a shit ton of voicemails you don’t even bother listening to.

your chest hurts, you’re sure everyone and their mother’s can tell you’re literally lifeless as you drag yourself to your car.

the drive is quiet and full of an empty head. you might’ve accidently ran one or two red lights, but you can’t find it in you to care.

jiggling your keys, you swing the door open, expecting to be met with emptiness.

but he’s there, on the couch with his head hung low, phone in his hands.

it looks like he’s pleading to the phone. you take note of his disheveled appearance and apartment. his head shoots up when he hears keys jingle, eyes widening before his eyes gloss over when he takes in your somewhat put together appearance.

you move to close the door, to leave him in there, but his voice stops you from shutting the door all the way.

“wait!”

it’s desperate and broken, you mentally smack yourself in the head for opening the door again. he relaxes a bit when he sees you again, mouth opening before it shuts abruptly.

he doesn’t know what to say.

and before he can get his head to work right, you turn left and go down the hallway, shoes on and all.

he follows, silently, watching in pain as you grab your duffle bag and start stuffing clothes in it.

he follows, chest pinching and palms sweating as you move around the room, shoving whatever you can into your bag.

you don’t even know why he’s here. he never misses practice.

“please.”

your back is facing him as the words, quiet and heavy, leave his lips. you choose to ignore him, rummaging through your bedside drawer in case there’s anything you might need.

a call of your name.

“stop.” you mutter, scratching your eyebrow in irritation. “we’re not doing this again.”

your lip trembles, you take a deep breath to try and stop the tears from falling.

it hurts to see him like this. your chest aches when you see the bags under his eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. “we’re not doing this again.” you repeat, an attempt to solidify yourself, but instead, you’re sobbing quietly into your bedside drawer, a polaroid of you and him staring back at you.

“i can’t do this.” you cry, recalling his hurtful words.

frantically wiping your tears, you reach into the desk to flip the picture backward.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” he says, voice wavering.

it’s only been two days, but he feels like he’s been through a century. he thought he’d be fine, that you’d come back.

but after having his texts being left on delivered and his calls going straight to voicemail, the buildup of everything and the reality of everything punched him in the gut.

a home that was once full of love. a home that was once so easy to come home to.

it’s scary how fast everything went tumbling down.

and kiyoomi’s more than aware of how selfish he is. coming home to everything being in it’s exact place isn’t all that odd, he just loathes coming home to everything being in it’s exact place, but you’re not there.

your candle you love so much stares at him. pictures hung of you and him mock him.

everything in this apartment, it was there. everything but you.

and it drove him crazy.

you, the only one he’s ever felt so strongly for. you, the one who makes home feel like home.

but as he stares at your back, tears of his own getting caught in his lashes, he hates that he makes this “home” of yours and his, feel unfamiliar.

and kiyoomi isn’t good, he knows he isn’t. he’s selfish and he likes things done his way because he likes things done right.

but he doesn’t know how to make this right. he loves you so much, but all he can do now is watch as you suffer.

he knows his problem, he knows his shortcomings, his faults—kiyoomi’s had too much time to be fucked up by it all. but the only thing he doesn’t know how to do right, is to fix the problems before his eyes.

a second passes and he finds his body moving before he can think.

he pulls you into his chest, uncaring of your fists pounding against his chest. he holds you tighter because this could be the last time.

and kiyoomi wishes he could do it all over—to go back in time and be the person he promised himself he’d be for you, his supposed forever.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers into your hair. “i know you’re tired, but please let me apologize to you, i don’t want you to walk out that door thinking the things i’ve said to you are true. they aren’t, i swear.”

his arms tighten around you when you stop fighting against his embrace. “all those things i’ve said and done that hurt you, i didn’t mean.”

“i know that, kiyoomi.” you cry, “but i can’t do this anymore.”

“don’t say that.” he pleads, “please, y/n, let me try again.”

and you’re crying because it’s so raw and real. his voice is so gentle and his embrace feels so soothing.

this is all you want. to be in his arms and be held together by him.

he gets his response when your arms circle around his middle, when you bury your face into him and grant his wishes of letting him fix the mess he made of you and him.

“thank you.” he whispers, a choked sob breaking free and he pulls your impossibly closer.

it’s half-past two and everything is where it’s meant to be.

(i'm home).

#mayhaps i'll make a part two #hmmm #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu angst #haikyuu hurt comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi fluff #sakusa imagines #sakusa fluff #sakusa headcanons #sakusa angst #sakusa kiyoomi fluff

[nightowlfandom]

Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

Just wanna say if you see your name used here, I don’t have beef with you okay? I had a random name generator in another tab and just used the first name I saw.

Once again someone doesn’t want me to be great so....this might be the only post today because I....dunno I can’t post when I’m not in a good mood and its been real shitty.

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Leggo!

...

You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more. 

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people. 

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course. 

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman. 

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss. 

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck. 

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

 “When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?” 

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

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[zeroweeenies]

friends with benefits, megumi x reader? (make it long please, i just finished giving my final exams)

I bet you did amazing <3

“Not So Bad After All”

Desc: turns out megumi isn’t as bad as he seems.

Character(s): Megumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.1K

WARNINGS: belly bulge, praise, blood (non sexual), enemies to friends with benefits, aged up megumi, 18+ minors dni

You loved Fridays. You loved Saturdays even more. You loved that you could relax unwind on your couch and watch your favorite shows with a beer, especially after a long week of classes.

So when your weekly alleviation was interrupted Friday morning with your mom asking you to help Fushiguro and his dad to help you move into their new house next to you, you were pissed.

Now here you were, carrying heavy ass boxes like a factory worker, and for the likes of Fushiguro at that. You’ve known him ever since you both were small kids since his dad Toji and your mom were best friends in high school.

Unlike your parents, you and Fushiguro didn’t have the greatest friendship, hell you two didn’t have a friendship at all.

Most of your encounters only ever occurred because of the connection between your parents, and because you both attended the same University.

He was just so damn annoying, always shooting you dirty looks or teasing you about how you looked. You wondered how he could make fun of your appearance when he had that weird ass hair.

You weren’t just gonna let them get the last laugh, oh no. There was no possibility that he was going to fuck with you and you let it slide.

So whenever you around Fushiguro, you made it your life’s mission to fuck up his whole day. Whether it be with a snarky comment or scribbling all over his homework, you had to find some way to piss him off.

You huff as you set the heavy box down, moping to your mom. “why do I have to be here?”

She hoists the box up from the moving truck as if it were a feather. “Because we,” she grunts, “are good people who help our friends out.”

“Fushiguro is not my friend.” you scoff at her words. “I think you’re getting delusional, ma.”

She stops as she sets the box down at the doorstep, holding her finger up in your direction.

“Watch your mouth.” she says in a warning tone.

“Don’t think just because you’re in college that you’re too old for a beating, little girl.”

“And go get the boys, they should be out here helping, too.” she sends you off, returning to the truck to retrieve more boxes.

You kiss your teeth, waving her off. “Whatever.”

“What was that?” she chirps from inside the vehicle, daring you to repeat your words.

“I said I love you mom!” you rush into the house, managing to avoid her.

You walk into the house in search of Fushiguro and his dad when you spot him on the couch watching tv. You almost scoff at the sight of the tall boy just sitting there while you’re outside working your ass off.

Walking up to him, you smack the side of his head, causing him to hold that very spot. “ouch! what the fuck!?”

“This isn’t the fucking moving company, you need to be outside helping.” you point towards the exterior of the house with your thumb, one arm across your chest as it propped up your elbow.

“Yeah yeah, whatever” he rubs the side of his head as he stands up.

“Where’s your hot dad at shitty hair?” you teased, knowing he would get mad. Fushiguro hated two things: people talking about his dad, and people talking about his hair. To your surprise, he didn’t snap at you. Instead, he snapped back at you in the same tone.

“In the kitchen arranging the appliances, how about your hot mom moon face? i think i wanna pay her a little visit,” he shot back, leering down at you.

This is exactly what you were talking about. Fushiguro always had some smart comment to throw at you. Whatever you threw at him he ended up throwing it back ten times harder, and you couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him.

Especially the moon face remark, and to think you had stopped being insecure about that.

You roll your eyes at him, storming off to the kitchen to find his dad. You walk in to see him putting away appliances in the cabinets, the sweat from his toned body making his shirt cling to his body. He looked good.

You knocked at the wall announcing your presence, practically foaming at the mouth as Toji spun around to face you from where he was standing. He chuckled when he noticed the way you were looking at him, wiping the pooling sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Fushiguro’s dad had always been good looking, you knew it ever since you were younger. It’s not like you were in love with the guy or anything, it was just an innocent little school girl crush that you developed. Besides, he was way out of your age range to begin with.

“What’s up kiddo?” he scruffs up your hair. Despite being so tough on his son, the man always had a soft spot for you. It was almost like you were a second child to him.

“I’m not a kid anymore,” you pout “and mom needs you outside to help with the boxes” you say with ire in your voice.

You were a little annoyed that the man still saw you as a child. You were in college and had your own apartment, you paid your own bills, you even had a pet that you cared for.

So it was a bit irritating that his disposition about you remained the same despite the fact being that you were morphing into an adult.

“yeah right, you and megumi will always be kids to me. even when you get old and have to shit in diapers” he wraps his arm around your neck, walking you to the front of the house.

“gross.” he laughs, removing his arm from you as he walks around the truck where your mom is.

“Me and Megumi finished this load. Ready for the next trip?” she nodded towards the truck, hopping in the passenger’s side when Toji gave her confirmation.

“Yup,” the tall man walked around to the driver’s side, swinging the heavy door open and sliding in place.

Your eyes shot open in bewilderment, rushing to the side where your mom was. “Next trip? There’s more stuff!?”

“Sweetheart don’t be like that, there’s only a few more things we have to get from the old apartment. we’ll be done after this, I promise.” she said with assurement in her voice. “Now move, i don’t want you to get run over.”

You stepped back in disbelief, nearly tripping over your own two feet as you watched the truck fade away into the distance. You were already taking time out of your day to do something you didn’t want to do in the first place, now that time was getting extended.

The sun had begun to set over the horizon, painting the summer sky with a beautiful mixture of orange and pink. You stood in the driveway, dumbfounded for a few moments before you could even formulate a sentence.

“This is some bullshit.” you huffed out, earning a wry laugh from Fushiguro who stood a few feet away from you.

“Weekend isn’t going as planned, is it?” he chirped from behind you, causing you to turn around and stomp on his foot as you walked past him to get to the house.

He hopped on one foot, holding the other one that you had stepped on.

“Shut the hell up. And help me put the rest of these boxes in the house shitface.”

“Says the one that has a face with more craters than the moon,” he mumbles out, barely audible enough for you to hear.

When Fushiguro brings the last of the boxes in the house, you’re settled on the couch watching tv. He purposefully plops down on the couch at the exact spot where your feet are resting, causing you to land repeated butterfly kicks to the side of his thigh.

You feel Fushiguro grab you by the ankle, yanking you forward so that your legs were in an awkward position. He leaned over you, his face getting dangerously close to yours and his body sitting between your legs.

Face growing hot, you tried to pull your ankle from his tight hold but to no avail. Fushiguro only tightened his grip on you causing you to wince. You attempt to kick him off you with your free foot but he only catches that one too, now holding your legs open with both hands.

If you weren’t flustered before, you definitely were now. The dark scowl on Fushiguro’s face only excites you even more. You weren’t supposed to be feeling this way, you’re supposed to hate him. But here you are, hot and bothered with the boy you hate spreading your legs wide open.

“Do that again, and I’ll hurt you. Bad.” he whispers with warning in his voice, face nearly touching yours.

His voice promised danger but was alluring all the same. It made you tremble, underwear starting to grow wet.

“Fushi-wushi, how’d you know I like pain?” you challenged him, daring to inch your face closer to his.

“You know, you should take a girl out on a date before you try to get between her legs,” you snicker, pushing him off you before sauntering off into the kitchen, hips swaying in efforts to tease him.

Megumi sits on the couch, shocked and flustered at your boldness as he watches you disappear into the other room.

You retrieve the pitcher of orange juice that sits in the freezer, opening it and placing it on the counter as you go to get a glass from the cabinet that sits way too high for you to reach.

“Shit. How am I supposed to reach that?”

You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth, contemplating asking Fushiguro for help or try to get it yourself knowing it’s too far out of your grasp. You choose the latter.

There was no way you were about to ask that bozo for help. He’d probably tease you about your height, rubbing it in your face about how you couldn’t even reach to get a flimsy little glass.

You steady yourself on the balls of your feet, stretching as far as you can to reach the glass. Your feet begin to burn, your calves burning from the stretch as your fingertips brushed the glass.

You must’ve tapped the object a tad bit too hard because it came tumbling down, knocking the carton of orange juice down to splatter all over your clothes before hitting the floor, shattering in the process.

A shard of the broken glass cuts your foot, causing you to scream. A confused Fushiguro speeds into the kitchen, eyes widening at your state before rushing off. You raise your injured foot off the ground, hobbling to the opposite side of the counter so you didn’t hurt yourself again.

The pain in your foot only grew, drops of blood hitting the floor as you winced.

Fushiguro reenters the room, a white box in his hand with a red and white sign on it.

“Sit on the counter,” he instructs you, and you do as he says, legs swinging from the place you were sitting. He drops to his knees and pries the kit open, revealing medical tools and supplies used to clean up wounds. He slips on a pair of gloves then pulls out a pair of tweezers, beginning to work on your foot.

Fushiguro angles your foot with his left hand, using his right to remove the glass with catlike precision. He’s so focused, the look of concern on his face baffling you. You cringe as you feel the glass exiting your foot, tears prodding your eyes from the agony.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he grits his teeth, never averting his eyes from the task at hand.

“Because I can-” you hiss, your foot recoiling from the stinging feeling of the alcohol that he applied to your foot.

“I can do it myself,” you sigh out, the sting beginning to dissipate.

“No you can’t, ___ . You could’ve really hurt yourself.” You noticed the resentment in his voice, he wouldn’t even look at you.

“Why do you care so much anyw-” you holler at him

“BECAUSE,” he yells at you, his eyes softening at the way you jumped back from him.

He sighs, continuing to nurse your foot by wrapping it in gauze. “I have my reasons” he gives you no further answer.

Any other time you would’ve yelled back at him, but the genuine concern in his voice only instructed you to be quiet.

He notices your ruined clothes from the orange juice that splattered over it. He also takes note of the way your shirt sticks to your breasts with your perked nippes showing through. He averts his eyes, quickly shooing you off.

“Look at you, you’re all sticky. I have clothes in my room you can go wear something of mine. I have to get this stuff cleaned up.” He turns away from you, securing the med kit before tending to the mess you made.

You could only nod, scooting off of the counter before leaving the kitchen on your injured foot to retreat to Fushiguro’s room.

There was this feeling in your chest that you just couldn’t shake off. Why did you feel bad? You couldn’t stand Fushiguro, so why did it bother you to see him upset?

You shut the door, peeling yourself out of your sticky clothes before searching for something to put on.

Megumi finishes cleaning up the glass and spilled juice when his phone lights up with a ‘ding’ noise. He picks up the device, noticing a text from his dad.

‘piece of shit truck broke down. we won’t be able to get home until the morning. there’s money for food in my room if you need it. -dad’

Megumi sucks his teeth at the message, heading upstairs to tell you the sudden news. He opens the door to his room, seeing your half naked body as you turn around, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

He caught a glimpse of the thong you were wearing, seeing how it nestled perfectly between your cheeks. Your ass looked good. He notices you’re not wearing a bra, his eyes trained on the way your pebbled nipples stick out.

You cover yourself with the shirt you found, snapping him out of his trance causing him to avert his eyes back to your flustered gaze.

“Can you get out!?” you shove him out and close the door behind him before he even gets the chance to apologize.

Megumi slaps his hands over his face, cursing to himself for not thinking to knock as he heads downstairs.

What was that? Was Fushiguro... checking you out? You caught him looking at your tits through your shirt earlier, and now this. You couldn’t front, Fushiguro was a good looking guy, but you didn’t like him like that. Did you?

When he was between your legs on the couch, your face was hot. And he made your underwear uncomfortable, but that didn’t mean you liked him. Did it?

You’re talking about a boy you grew up loathing, and you were pretty sure he couldn’t stand you either. Now you were questioning whether you had feelings for him. It made your head feel fuzzy.

Coyly walking into the living room, you sit on the couch opposite of Fushiguro. The awkward silence between you two only grew while the loud sounds from the tv served as white noise.

Fushiguro finally breaks the quietness between you two “The moving truck broke down, so you have to stay here for the night.”

Shit. And to think things weren’t awkward enough, now you have to spend the whole night alone with him.

“Oh.” you simply state, twiddling your thumbs as you look down.

A few moments pass before you glance at Fushiguro, finally deciding to speak. “Sorry I broke your glass…” you mutter out, making him laugh from beside you.

“Moon face is apologizing? Pigs must be flying,” he was holding his stomach from how hard he was laughing.

You were never really good at apologizing, always too prideful to own up to your faults. But when you did, you always meant it. So Fushiguro laughing at you only prompted you to fold your arms.

“Well now I take it back” you pout, turning your body away from him.

“Awww come on,” he scooches over to where you’re sitting, tilting your chin up to face him with his thumb and forefinger.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I was being a dick.”

The awkward tension in the room was now replaced with sexual tension, your breath catches in your throat from how close he was. He could kiss you right now if he really wanted to.

You take this time to analyze his features. His thick lashes had grown out, curling up to his eyebrows beautifully. His jawline was sharp now, with his Adam's apple more prominent. And his lips were smooth and plush with a natural sheen to them, both a bubblegum pink color.

You had never seen him this way. Maybe you were just too busy hating him to even notice; but he was older, more mature now. He looked hot. You guess you weren’t the only one who had grown up.

“Fushiguro, why were you so worried about me earlier?” your breaths got heavier, heart pounding out of your chest as his face neared towards you.

The thumb on your chin ran along your mouth, Fushiguro’s eyes flickering to your lower lip.

“I can show you better than I can tell you. Will you let me?” he asks for your permission.

You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly where this was headed. And you didn’t mind. It had been months since you last got off, so you’d give in to your desires this time.

You close your eyes, letting Fushiguro close the distance between you two. His lips connect with yours in a heated but sensual kiss, tongue entering your mouth making you stifle a moan.

You let his hands wander your body. The meat of your thighs, the flesh of your ass, your soft tits. Megumi wanted to feel all of you. After so long, he was finally getting what he wanted. He was going to savor this moment.

He pulled his lips from yours, breath heavy against your swollen lips from the bruising kiss. His hands rested at the hem of your shirt, silently asking if he could take it off. You nod, raising your arms for him to remove the clothing.

You sit there in only your panties, Fushiguro’s eyes scanning your naked chest as he throws the shirt across the room.

“Your tits are so pretty,” latching onto your breast, he sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He tastes the spilled orange juice from earlier on your skin, it drives him absolutely mad.

You throw your head back as Fushiguro makes dark bruises all over your chest, you’d have to cover that up with makeup later on.

He trails his tongue all the way down your sternum and stomach, moving down until he’s face to face with your cunt. He presses kisses to the fabric right over where your clit is, licking stripes over it making you whine for him to do more.

Fushiguro gets your message and hooks his finger over your thong, pushing the material out of the way before he jabs his tongue into your hole, rubbing your clit at the same time

“You taste so fucking good,” he removes his tongue from inside of you, slurping and sucking on that sensitive spot that drives you crazy.

You can’t control your moans now. The way he’s eating you is driving you nuts, and you feel yourself getting closer when he nudges two fingers in your pussy, curling his fingers as he works them in and out of you.

“Fuck— yes yes yes, right there” you wail, feeling your release near.

Fushiguro groans at the way your fingers suck him in, his sweatpants grow uncomfortable from his rock hard dick drooling with precum.

“Right there? You gunna cum?” you nod your head furiously, eyes shutting tight with your mouth wide open.

Fushiguro takes advantage of your open mouth by pushing two of his fingers in, holding your tongue down as he muffles your cries.

Fuck. Fingers in your mouth. Fingers in your pussy. You could just die.

“Go ahead, cum. I got you.”

You let out a long moan, pleasure soaring through you as Fushiguro folds you in half on the couch with his fingers up to the knuckle inside of your pulsing cunt.

He works you through your orgasm, suckling on your clit as you begin to come down.

He palms his cock through his sweats to relieve himself from his painfully hard erection as he comes up to kiss you, swirling his tongue on yours allowing you to taste yourself. You moan from tasting your juices on his tongue, remembering your flavor along with Fushiguro’s.

“Good fucking girl” he detaches his lips from yours, breathless. You motion to pull his pants down but he catches your hand in his, causing you to frown at him.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted up at him, making Fushiguro let out a groan.

As much as he wanted your soft lips wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t allow it. He wanted tonight to be about you, he wanted solely to be the one to make you feel good.

Pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth, he gave you a knowing smile.

“I know, baby. Tonight’s about you though.” biting your lip, you give him a small nod as you watch him pull his shirt off along with his sweats.

He was sexy. His arms were decorated with muscles, his toned stomach and abs must’ve been crafted by the gods themselves. His prominent v-line extended down his pelvis making you salivate.

He pumped his thick cock in his hand one, two, three times before approaching you to your position on the couch, legs wide open with your panties pushed to the side. He barely gets the tip in before he pulls out again, letting out an audible groan.

“What’s wrong?” you sit up on your elbows, furrowing your eyebrows.

He runs his free hand down his face, looking down at you. “I don’t have a condom.”

You look down, licking your lips. You always practiced safe sex. You never once let a guy fuck you without a rubber. But the thought of Fushiguro going raw in you has you clenching around nothing.

“It’s okay, you can cum inside me. I’m on birth control.” you mumble, too embarrassed to even say it louder

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “You sure?” you nod, and that’s all he needs you to do before he slides into you in one fell swoop.

You throw your head back from the feeling of him stuffing you. His cock is so thick, stretching you out so perfectly you can’t help but scream.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathes out, shoving his cock in and out of your sopping cunt.

Your hole is so sloppy, you can feel yourself dripping onto the cushions right below where Fushiguro is fucking you senseless.

“Look at you, making a fucking mess” he gapes at where the two of you connect, pounding your pussy as your slick covers his abdomen. “I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I knew you get this wet for me”

His words only make you clench around his fat cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. You try to hold back your moans, only making Fushiguro pin your arms above your head.

“Ah ah, let me hear those pretty moans. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” he commands you. The loud slaps filling the room and the lewdness of your tits uncontrollably bouncing in front of him only embarrass you further, pushing you closer to orgasm.

Fushiguro pulls out of you, flipping you onto your hands and knees before he pushes back into your soaked pussy, finally drawing out a moan from you.

“That’s a good girl,” he ruthlessly pounds you, cooing in your ear about how well you’re taking his dick. He was so deep, his cock fucking into your cervix. You could feel him in your stomach.

He presses his hand to your stomach, and you felt his dick pushing in and out of that very spot.

“You feel me in your tummy? I’m right here, baby”

he breathes in your ear, the feeling is too much, you know you’re about to cum at any given moment.

“‘S too big-- too much,” your eyes retreat to the back of your head, nails clawing at the arm of the couch.

“Yeah? You can take it. You’re a good girl, I know you can.”

And you do. You take all of his fat cock in your little pussy because he tells you to. Because you wanna be a good girl.

He didn’t know how long he could keep this up, he was about to blow his load inside you but not before you tell him what he wants to hear.

“Fushig-”

“Megumi,” he corrects you

“Megumi, please let me cum—!” you beg, tears streaming down your face.

He ponders on it for a while, hips never faltering against your ass.

“You gonna stop pretending you hate me?”

“Yes—!”

“You gonna stop being such a damn brat?”

“Yes yes yes—! I’ll do anything you want, jus’ please let me cum”

His breaths begin to stagger. He’s cumming.

“Cum baby, cum all over my dick” he rubs on your clit, tipping you over the edge. Any and all sound you hear is blocked out, you can only feel yourself floating.

Your little cunt strangles Fushiguro as his cream fills you, the white liquid spilling out as he fucks it in and out of you.

Your body collapses onto the sofa below you as you come down from your high, twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He really fucked your brains out.

The edges of your vision begin to fade into white as you feel your limp body being scooped up and carried out of the room.

You fade in and out of consciousness when you feel a warm wet material run up and down your skin, seeing a tall figure looming over you before you finally black out for good.

Your eyes flutter open, taking note of your surroundings. You were in Fushiguro’s bedroom. Feeling a heavy arm around your waist, you turn your head to find him sleeping peacefully next to you.

‘He looks so cute when he’s sleeping.’ you smile sheepishly, attempting to slide out of his hold only for him to pull you closer.

“Gonna leave without saying goodbye first?” he speaks in his deep morning voice, the sounds going straight to your core.

“We can’t let our parents catch us like this. And if I keep listening to your morning voice I just might fuck you while they’re here.” you admit.

He lets out a deep chuckle “I don’t mind, let them listen.” he pulls you even closer, his morning wood pressing up against your ass.

His voice is seriously doing something to you. If he kept testing you, you’d end up taking him up on his offer. But you can’t let it distract you, you have to get dressed.

“I’m serious, I gotta get dressed” you say flatly.

Fushiguro lets out a whine, not really wanting you to leave. “Fine,” he surrenders, pressing a kiss to your nape that makes you shiver.

Sliding from his grip, you scour the room for your clothes, slipping them on as he comes up to hug you from behind.

“Are you gonna let me see you again?” he presses his lips to your shoulder and neck, waiting for a response.

You think over the question for a minute. Considering what it would be like to have a recurrent fuck buddy. None of the other guys you slept with could get you off properly, except Fushiguro.

Fushiguro actually was a decent guy despite being a dickwad most of the time, he was also someone you could trust after knowing him for so long. Besides, he knew how to fuck.

You answer his question with a simple nod, turning around in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Good,” he presses a kiss to your lips, his hands snaking down past the small of your back to grab a handful of your ass.

“Megumi!” you hear a voice call out to him. It sounds like… his dad?

His eyes blow wide as he shoves you into his closet without warning. You decide to keep quiet, but you notice your panties are on the floor in perfect view as his father enters the room, telling Fushiguro to help move the rest of the boxes.

You can only hope he doesn’t notice but his eyes make direct contact with the fabric as he’s about to leave the room, shooting his son a shit eating grin.

You would be embarrassed, but you take note of the box of rubbers sitting on the shelf next to you. ‘That sneaky little fucker.’

You couldn’t complain, you wanted to feel all of him anyways. Your attention is turned back to the two people in front of you.

“That’s my boy!” the older man cheers as he humps the air, smacking it with his open palm as if it were a woman. He pats Megumi on the back before exiting the room.

“My son is the man!” he shouts proudly throughout the entire house.

You slowly emerge from the closet, hands forming in an ‘ok’ sign as if to say “Smooth.”

He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his nape. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You wave him off, assuring him there’s no problem.

“So uh, see you next Saturday?”

You nod giving him a smile, turning around to leave his room. Saturdays were your favorite day, but you didn’t mind giving that up if it meant spending your free time with him. He had you wrapped around his little finger already and he didn’t even know it.

Maybe Fushiguro isn’t so bad after all.

Oops-

You mean Megumi.

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BNHA Gods AU - Thanatos - Shindou Yo

GODS AU! - What kind of shitty god are you?

Pairing: Shindou You x Reader

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, Minors, DO NOT ENTER.

Warning: NSFW, Mentions of non-consent, slight blood/gore/murder,slight yandere.

Word Count: 2016

Authors Note: This was written in one night, I really wanted to make it in time for this collaboration despite everything going on right now. I hope you all can forgive me since this wasn’t proof read but hopefully you all can enjoy the Gods!AU Shindou!

GODS!AU Collaboration: Please check out the collab here from @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​

The age of gods was long over. They no longer walked this earth. No one worshipped them; they became the words of fiction and stories.

Let the gods guide you.

Live your life well and the gods may reward you.

Do not turn away from the path of good, lest the gods punish you.

Where were the gods when you needed them? When your mother had dressed you up as a pretty doll, when you smiled and jumped in the excitement of a new dress, and when she had shown you to a portly older gentleman. He took you, none-too-gently, and placed a bag of coins into your mother’s palm. She had left brusquely, curtly, and took care not to look you in the eyes.

How long had it been since then? Your childhood had gone by in the mess of yelling, screams, and scullery work. When you were old enough? You now lay on the floor with your clothing strewn apart, dried tears on your face and a voice hoarse from screaming.

This was a life where no gods deigned to visit—this was a place of vileness, sordidness, and loathsome men. You were nothing more than a commodity to them—they had no qualms about leaving you on this dirty floor.

God, you had prayed so many times. Save me.

You’d been delivered to them, lent like broken toy until they called the brothel master to fetch you.

You had been defiled too many times to believe that any God would help you now.

Where were you? What had they consecrated this time? They had laughed and they had jeered while you had cringed at the blasphemy they spewed. They had taken their belts to mark you, left you bleeding, and then poured acridly old liquid, “—better hope this fucking holy water works.”

“They would laugh at this.” You blinked away the tears, blinked to see the dormant idolatry of Thanatos nearby. You scrabbled at the ground, trying to find a perch to lay your hands on so you could get up. You winced at seeing the dried blood and spilt fluids. If there was a moment for Thanatos to judge you, this would be now.  

But would he?

Gods had come and gone, with nary a care. You tried to stand, tried to ignore the mess they had made, and you glared at the idolatry. “You didn’t stop this.” You pointed to the empty room – “You’re supposed to be some merciless, hateful god of death.” You scoffed, knowing it was pathetic. Here you were, reaching a level of desperation to talk to some useless piece of stone and an empty room like it would answer you. But all the resentment, anger, and bitterness spewed out – here and now— you hissing, “You’re a fucking piece of shit god.”

And yet.

“If my life was enough of a price, would you come here and now? Or am I too dirty for someone like you? You want a precious little girl, an innocent naïve little sheep?” You furiously took the idol, glaring before slamming it as hard as you could to the floor. Take that, you fucker.

You watched the idol shatter into pieces, the useless stone rolling away. You should fear your own blasphemy and yet… satisfaction had you feeling smug.

“My, my, that doesn’t seem very nice.”

Holy fuck. You whipped around—the room was empty. When had someone come in? You nearly screamed at the mysterious voice, your arms reaching out to blindly shove at the culprit while you stumbled backwards.

A masculine hand caught your arm, tsking at you and he emerged from the shadows with a disappointed look. You nearly fell backwards but his iron clasp had you standing upright.

“Who are you?” Shock and fear colored your tone, the smugness was fleeting as you look to the door, a door that hadn’t budged since the scraggle of men had left earlier. How did he get in? You looked at him, swallowing nervously, your gaze flitting up and down to make out this stranger in the darkness.

“You called me and yet, you still ask me?” He stepped further into the firelight… You looked up at this dizzyingly tall man, you could make out the messy, dark locks framing his chiseled face. But more so, you found yourself staring into eyes the color of pure jade. He was far too handsome, his features bold and brooding, the stubble on his face giving him a heathenish look. He was broad and lean, the muscles of his arms and chest visible through his disheveled shirt.

Someone who made you stop breathing.

“No.” You breathed— “You’re lying.” You called no one, he was here to take you back to the brothel, you tried to wrench your hand pathetically away. He couldn’t fool you, no matter how handsome he was.

“Calm down.” He pulled you into his chest, you were the one falling forward as he stopped your mewling struggles. You heard those words countless times; it had always preceded the acrid smell of chloroform…

“I don’t want to go back.” You choked out, letting your wrists fall slack. “I don’t want this.”

His voice lilted up, questioning. “Go back where?” You could almost believe the sincerity in his voice, the confusion, the perplexity of the situation. But people loved playing with you, toying with you in these games— men liked playing with women as if it were a game of cat and mouse. You curled your fingers into your palms, once again trying to suppress any kindle of hope—because you inevitably always were sold back.

Meanwhile, Thanatos, the god you had summoned with your blood, piety, and holy water—looked heavenwards in frustration. “Girl, speak your name.” He commanded—you answered obediently.

How? You didn’t mean to answer him.

“I am Thanatos. Now speak plainly. I’ve heard your desperate cry for help, for vengeance.” He leaned back against the stone table, tugging you into his lap. “Now can we dispense with the formalities? I’d much rather you call me Shindou instead.” You found yourself caged in—your chest against his bare one as he gestured for you to look up. “You summoned  me. And while I normally ignore mortals…” He let his hand fall loosely to your back—you stiffened, squirming—as his calloused fingers brushed against the filth on your skin, the torn scraps of fabric that hid nothing from his gaze.

“I was personally interested in this offering of yours.” You stilled. There had been no one in the room with you to hear your vitriol words—but this was the temple of Thanatos. Could it be?  “Oh. You don’t believe me?” You looked doubtful. Well he couldn’t blame you. His lips curved, expecting this reaction. He waved a hand in the air, letting the firelights flicker to black and purple flames, letting it dance across the room hauntingly for you. You watched transfixed. “But parlor tricks? A dime a dozen.” He said dismissively. He tapped the table, a prompt for the shadows around you to contort menacingly and snaking up your legs.

You jumped more into his arms, away from the strangely prying and invasive shadows as it crawled disturbingly high up your body.

“Girl, they’re simply an extension of me.” You could hear the humor in his tone, see the shadows snake away as he chuckled at your close contact with him. “But I suppose I can be nice for a bit.” He let the darkness recede and the orange firelight to flicker back.

“Now that’s settled, may I discuss your price?” You… took a moment to blink, to really focus on him. Something about him, the closer you were, was making your senses hazy. He seemed to realize, crooning gently to you. “Oh baby, I know gods are supposed to be tempting to mortals and all that but where’s the little spitfire that threw a little tantrum at me? I quite enjoyed it.”

The haze dissipated a bit. You… had thrown down the idolatry, you had committed blasphemy in the actual face of a god. You wanted to die, the shame overwhelming you. Thanatos—no, Shindou simply laughed though—“Baby, don’t think of me as one of the pious assholes. I don’t need you to prostrate yourself to me and those hopeless,” he waved at the ostentatious ornaments adorning the room, “piece of shit, ugly crap of me. I’m a lot more handsome in person, don’t you think?” You couldn’t disagree.

This kind of man—God, you corrected yourself—exuded charisma, aura, sexuality that vibrated with your own being. Like you were made for him, your body melted against his light touch.

“Demon got your tongue? I can fix that.” Shindou cradled the side of your face, leaning in to press a kiss. You gasped, giving him an opportunity for his tongue invade your mouth—ravishing and giving you no air to breathe. He reached down to anchor your hips against his, drawing you more into his lap and letting his hardness press into your dampened, slickened ache between your thighs.

But you were dirty and filthy. You pushed him, and he let you, you knew his strength far outstripped yours. “I can’t.” You shook your head. “You must’ve seen what happened…” It wasn’t just one disgusting man, it was many who had left you sticky and ruined with their fluids on your unwilling body.

Even now.

“Seriously? Shindou sighed. He tutted at you like a child—which as a mortal, you must’ve been. “I came all this way out for your offering, for this delectable and luscious body and you dare to impugn me with your sense of shame?” He cocked his head. “Like I didn’t know? All those men…” He parted your legs, let the sticky fluid drip. “All those men, and they didn’t break your spirit. You come to me, fiery and burning with revenge, and I answered your call. What could be more attractive than this?” Albeit… Shindou did frown. “I don’t care for those worms to mark what’s mine. I guess they all have to die, wont they?”

Your eyes widened… your words caught. You wanted to protest—the mocking feeling of horror should’ve come at the thought of such senseless murder and death…. But you could only feel the sense of relish, of pure desire to see the blood of your captors. You bit your lips, futilely trying to hide your anticipation and eagerness.

“Ah, that’s my girl. I knew you and I would get along.” Shindou pulled down the rags of your dress,  watched your nubile body pull close to his and you shivered—his hardness grinded against you—a god like this wanted you. You could hardly believe it. You whimpered as he bit down your throat, bit at the junction of your shoulders while you bled. He licked the bloody trail down your ample breasts, swirling his hot tongue around the hardened peaks and making you arch in muted pleasure.

“Oh no, you can’t stay quiet.” He let the shadowy tendrils return, let it wrap around your throat and craning your neck backwards. His hands traced over your slickened breasts, pinching, pulling, vibrating as you screamed in pleasure and pain. “Sounds quite nice.” He mused, condescendingly. His hands eventually travelled to your taut thighs, teasing the inside of them, and drawing them further apart.  His fingers brushed against the dirty cum—he didn’t care for it but he supposed he’d just have to fuck you enough so you’d be dripping with his own cum—all the more reason to cleanse this lustful, vengeful darling of a human.

He had waited for someone like you. Other gods deigned to have their innocent little virgins on their sacrificial alter.

He wanted a tainted, corrupted human whose lust rivalled their desire for revenge—a human he could turn into his little fuck toy of a god, one who would stand by his side as he ruled over mayhem, murder, and death. Preferably, begging for his cock and drunk on cum – not a bad start, he mused. Not a bad start.

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