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sleepy-belphie · 3 years

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I have a request if you’re up for it. An MC who just arrived in the Devildom who’s lover just dumped them the day prior. The bros know MC isn’t emotionally or romantically available at the time but the bros still fall in love regardless. How will the bros handle the situation? Thank you! 🙏💗

Hi! I sort of took this idea and ran with it and wrote basically a headcanon short story for each bro lmao. Sorry I got a bit carried away but I hope you like this and it satisfies you! :)

Also thank you so much @midnight-dome for the help with Asmo, you’re a lifesaver

Tags: @kawaiiblack

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Lucifer:

The success of the program depends on your wellbeing

So he checks in on you every other day like clockwork

“Is there anything you need to make your stay more comfortable?”

You always say no

At first, he’s glad you’re staying in

Because it means less trouble for him

But when you skip all of your classes one day, he comes to your room ready to give you a firm reminder of your tasks here

He’s about to knock when he hears you sob

Now, Lucifer has heard a lot of crying in his life

But he’s never heard someone sound so completely broken

He shocks himself when he turns on his heels and walks away

He shocks himself even more when he texts the group chat and demands everyone leaves you alone for the day

That evening he comes into your room with a small plate of food

By then you were are least on top of your sheets

You knew he was gonna ask the same question as always

But this time, his words were different

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Help?”

He simply nods

And though he didn’t outright say what he meant by help, you knew

“I...don’t know?”

“Hm, okay. I’m going to listen to some music in my study. The door will be unlocked should you wish to join me.”

Then he’s gone

The few precious moments Lucifer isn’t working, he prefers to not be disturbed

So why on earth did he invite you to join him in his study?

He doesn’t have time to ponder it because the door opens and you come in with a blanket wrapped around you

The first night you both listen in comfortable silence

A few nights in, you start asking Lucifer about the records he puts on and he has no qualms educating you on it

On night 10 you tell him about the breakup

Once you’re done he, again, asks the same question

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

‘You’ve done more than enough to help me Lucifer, thank you.”

He finds himself blushing from the sincerity in your eyes and the warmth in your smile

That night you fall asleep before the record finishes

Surely you’d wake up aching if he left you in a chair

So he picks you up, carries you to your room, and tucks you into bed carefully

He tells himself he’s doing it for Diavolo

It’s for the program, this is his job

He’s gonna need time to accept his own feelings before he can tell you anything

For now, he’ll keep doing his “job” and spending evenings with you

Mammon:

He didn’t want to be your babysitter

He was a busy guy! He had stuff to do, money to make, things to steal

Some days he gets Beelzebub to keep an eye on you so he can do what he wants

One night in particular he heads to your room to make sure you won’t interfere with his plans

“Yo! The Great Mammon has things to do so don’t-”

He pauses when he sees you sitting on your bed with your headphones plugged into your laptop

He would have assumed you were just watching a sad movie by the tears streaks on your face

But the pain in your eyes…

He’s seen that look before

His brothers held that same look the day they fell from Heaven and lost Lilith

Mammon sits on the bed and you jump, finally noticing him

You expected him to make fun of you but instead, he grabs the tissue box on your bedside table and hands it to you

He glances at your laptop to see what you were watching and sees a paused video of you and someone else

You tell him about the breakup and Mammon listens closely

“What a jerk! Ya deserve better than that! I’d teach ‘em a lesson if they ever showed their face around here!”

You smile for the first time since he came in the room and he feels like he’s done something right

“How about we get some late-night food? I know a 24-hour restaurant with the best baked newt ever. Your treat.”

He’s shocked when you agree

He makes a point to hang out with you more often

He can’t recall exactly when you went from “a human” to “his human”

Maybe it was when you held his hand while you erased all your photos and videos of your ex from your computer

Or when you texted him at 3am because you couldn’t sleep and before he could even think about it he was up and on his way to your room

Or when he spotted you in one of his jackets while walking home from RAD

But his greed was kicking in and he wanted you to be his and only his

However, much like he puts himself first, he knows you need to do the same

So though his nature and mind wants to kiss you silly and have you for himself

Part of him knows he’ll ruin things if he lets his greed take over

So he’ll fight his nature and try his best to be patient

Leviathan:

He had been playing one of his games online

He’s on a big winning streak and feeling a bit cocky

He sees he’s been matched with someone else so he gets into gamer mode

Then he loses the first round

He’s a bit shocked and pissed that his streak was now broken but he has to prove his superiority to whoever this opponent was

So he rematches them

And loses again

And again

He loses 7 rounds in a row

By this point he is fuming

So like any salty gamer he sends a very lengthy, angry message to their inbox

Accusing them of using cheats and hacks because there was no way anyone was more skilled than him at this game

He gets a reply a few minutes later

“Um.....is this Leviathan? Avatar of Envy? It’s MC…”

You knew it was Levi because his username is the same across all his social media platforms

Cue Levi barreling into your room a minute later

“How are you so good!? You’re cheating, aren’t you!? You cheater!’

You weren’t cheating, you just had been playing games day in and day out to distract yourself so you got really good at it

Levi all but demands you to come to his room and show him what you know

You were already playing all night anyway so why not play with someone?

Initially, Levi would have you come over just to show him your tactics

(Also to get some team wins on his stats because he never has anyone to play with)

But you were actually pretty chill for a normie

Maybe if he exposed you to his otaku ways you would take to them and he wouldn’t be the only one in the house anymore!

You don’t become an otaku but you do get invested in almost every anime he shows you

He starts inviting you over for midnight premieres of new episodes

He starts buying extra merch because what if you wanted one?

He was used to disproving looks from his brothers when he mass buys stuff from Akuzon

But you only smile and listen when he tells you about his new special edition item

You never once judged him and his unconventional ways

This epiphany makes him extra nervous for your weekly hangouts

It was only a matter of time before you came across a break up in an anime

When the episode ended you told him about your break up and how the protagonist reminded you of yourself because they also were taking a break from love

Levi has seen this anime before actually

He remembers how the protagonist reacted to a side character confessing to them and it went bad

So while he knows he likes you, he holds off on saying anything because the last thing he wants is to be a bad story arc in your life

Lucky for him he’s always a flustered blushing mess so you shouldn’t suspect a thing

Satan:

He is the Avatar of Wrath so whenever there is rage, he is aware

He feels anger radiating through the house one day and thinks his brothers are just fighting again

Imagine his surprise when he realizes the source of the anger is coming from your room

He walks in and sees you throwing things around and screaming, your room was destroyed

He sees you’re about to step on some glass and instantly swoops in and picks you up so you don’t hurt yourself

But then you curl up against him and burst into tears

He stands there, not quite sure what to do

He ends up sitting on the bed and letting you cry for a while

You word vomit about your break up and he listens carefully and notes the anger welling up inside you as you speak

He knows all too well what anger can do to someone and a fragile human shouldn’t have to go through that

“Would you like some tea?”

He can spare 30 minutes for some small talk with the human if it meant that you wouldn’t be left in your thoughts

You look at him like he has three heads but agree because your room is a mess and you don’t wanna deal with it right now

Tea time becomes a daily occurrence and soon enough it escalates to full-on hangouts

Going to the bookstore, going to cat cafes, going wherever you wanted to really

One time you both took a day trip to the human world

Lucifer wasn’t happy to find out his brother and you were gone for an entire day but he lets it go when he sees that you’re smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks

What Satan didn’t expect was how these outings made him feel

He finds himself distracted from his books because he can’t stop thinking about how cute you looked holding that black cat at the cafe

Or how happy you looked when you took him to that ice cream shop in your hometown that you really love

He wakes up and you’re the first thing to pop into his mind

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s fallen in love

But he also knows this isn’t the right time, you aren’t ready

So he’ll keep being there for you as a friend

And if you ever want him to be there as something more, he’ll happily oblige

Asmodeus:

There was a movie night at the House of Lamentation

Today’s movie was an action movie, courtesy of Mammon

Amidst all the face punching and explosions, there was a budding romance between the main characters

After the third obnoxious makeout scene, you leave the room claiming you need to go to the restroom

But you leave just a *little* too fast and Asmo can feel something is up

And he thrives on gossip so he intends to find out what is it

He leaves the room a few minutes later and catches you in the hallway, determined to get you to spill the tea

You tell him about the breakup

He wasn’t prepared for the tea to be so bitter

“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Face masks!”

He had to save face somehow and beauty was his default

He’s a bit shocked when you agree but you both ditch movie night to do face masks and talk a bit

He decides to share a couple of bad date experiences he’s had to make you feel better

“Trust me, you haven’t felt embarrassment until you have someone vomit Enfield brains on your new pants and shoes while at one of the hottest clubs in the Devildom.”

You spent the entire night giggling and listening to his stories

Devildom products are surprisingly effective on your skin so you keep asking Asmo to show you new products

Plus his company is nice

Self-care days become a common occurrence

Then those self-care days become self-care sleepovers

He starts intentionally waiting to try anything new because he wants you to be there when he does

He buys more of those scented candles you told him smelled nice

A few weeks later you’re having a self-care sleepover again and you have this really cute focused look on your face while painting your nails

He knows he likes you, but this was different than his usual attraction

He didn’t want to fuck you

Well he did but not just fuck you

He wouldn’t mind if there was something more

But you routinely ended your self-care nights by yelling ‘Fuck love!’ at the top of your lungs and laughing

So he knows now isn’t the time and he’s actually okay with that

You were a sight to behold regardless of his relationship status with you

But he hopes you’ll indulge in him one day

Beelzebub:

Mammon keeps pushing his human watching duties on Beel

But he doesn’t really care because he’s being paid in cheesecake

After his third day of keeping an eye on you, he notices you aren’t eating much

Being the Avatar of Gluttony, this is basically a crime

He starts bringing extra snacks with him when he hangs out with you

“I think the chocolate flavor is better than the vanilla. What do you think?”

He actually doesn’t have a preference

He just wants to know which snacks you like more so he can bring more of them

He makes a game out of it so you don’t think about how much you’re eating

“It motivates me to work out longer when I get a snack, could you help me?”

You sit on his back and after every pushup, you both eat a bit of whatever snack he has

He keeps going until he thinks you’ve eaten a decent amount

Or you say you’re getting full

Belphie notices that Beel is refilling his snack stash more often but he doesn’t say anything

Beel feels an immense sense of accomplishment when you finish your plate at dinner a few days later

Soon after you tell him about the breakup

“It hit me hard but you made it easier to cope, Beel. These hangouts are the highlight of my day so thank you.”

There’s a certain pang Beel gets in his stomach when he’s really hungry

Somehow your words made that pang happen in his chest

But this didn’t hurt him, quite the opposite actually

He felt good, he felt happy

It was strange for his stomach to be the quiet one while his heart went wild

But this wasn’t a change he minded too much

He wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knows he wants to figure it out with you

And he’ll take his time doing so because he liked how things were now

Belphegor:

He’s intrigued by you after the first week of your stay

He’s never seen a human who slept as much as he did

Frankly, he was impressed

Until Lucifer informed everyone about your recent breakup and made it clear to not upset you

That’s when Belphie realized these were not the leisurely naps he takes, but depression naps

One day he sees you sleeping in the living room and you looked so distressed

Sleeping was meant to be a peaceful state but you looked so unhappy

So he wakes you up

“You’re in my sleeping spot.”

You weren’t in his sleeping spot.

“Oh sorry, I’ll move-”

“You’re already here. We can both fit.”

Before you can protest he’s all comfy next to you and falling back asleep

Having another person next to you was kind of comforting so you let it go and go back to sleep

What you didn’t know was Belphie could partially influence your dreams

He can make them more pleasant but he can’t control what you dream about

He knows it works when he wakes up and you have a relaxed expression on your sleeping face

You wake up soon after looking confused

“Good dream?”

“I think? I had a dream I rode a unicorn to the moon then carved my initials into it?”

Napping together in the living room becomes a routine

And every time you woke up you told him about the dream you had with a small smile

A few weeks later he notices he no longer has to influence your dreams for them to be good

So he leaves you be and instead curls up in the attic for his afternoon nap

He wakes up a bit when he feels someone lay down next to him

It’s probably Beel

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved napping spots?”

His eyes open and he looks over to see you pouting at him

“I just sorta ended up here.”

“Well, I can’t nap without my cuddle buddy now can I?”

You’re teasing him and he should be annoyed

But he’s blushing

He spoons you to hide that fact, resting his forehead on your shoulder

But while your dreams were getting better, it didn’t mean you were ready to move on

So he just enjoys his intimate cuddling sessions with you and tries not to think too hard about the fact that he really likes how your body fits against his

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ushiwhore · 4 years

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Contentment

Tendou x Reader , Oneshot!

Warnings: Fake Dating. Curse Words. Unrequited Love. Angst.

Word Count: 3,338

Being best friends with your crush and his best friend has its benefits, but it also has its disadvantages. Especially when feelings are at stake.

Read the second part: click here

It was lunch and you were sitting in the library with Tendou and Ushijima, talking about how their days were going and the practice that would be held later. Everything was going swell up until now.

“There’s someone in my class that I really like, and it’s driving me crazy because we’ve been talking but it seems like it’s going nowhere.” Tendou huffed as he shoved more rice into his mouth.

Ushijima and you shared a look of confusion. How come he hadn't brought this person up sooner? Your mind felt hazy as you tried to remember if perhaps he’d talked about them before and you weren't paying attention.

Impossible, you always listened to him talk about his days with such adoration. Making sure he knew you were listening and that you cared. Always.

“Eh? Y/N? Ushi? No response? Help me out here please.” Tendou snapped you out of your thoughts, a small pout on his lips, his cheeks no longer stuffed with rice.

“Uh- What’s this about a love interest?? How come you hadn’t told us sooner? Ushi and I could’ve been like your very own wingman and wingwoman, y’know?” You let out a small chuckle to follow your statement, wanting to seem as casual as possible. As unbothered - with your crush/ best friend having found someone they like - as humanly possible.

“Well I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure.. Been talking for a whole month! Now I’m kinda hooked.” He admitted. Ushijima wasn’t necessarily sure what to say, but his eyes were glued to you, noticing that something was off.

Now that you thought of it, Tendou HAD been smiling at his phone more often. He was so cheerful, but that was how he usually was. It made you feel so stupid. This whole time, you thought it had been because of you. He was happier whenever you guys hung out because he’d been talking to whoever it is he liked.

“What are you going to do about it?” Ushijima asked, tilting his head curiously. All you could do was simply sit and stare as Tendou began to discuss his big plan.

“It’s clear that she thinks I’m gonna wait around for her, so I want to show her that I’m wanted elsewhere, y’know? I wanna show her that if she doesn't get on it, somebody else will.” The whole time, there was a wide smile on his lips, his enthusiasm spilling. You and Ushijima were nodding along as he spoke, and once he was done, he looked at you expectantly.

“... Satori? Don’t look at me like that-”

“Y/N Pleaseeeee?? Just for a few days, a week, maybe?”

“What exactly do you want me to do??”

“Just the usual. Let’s hang out but instead I’ll post about you and we can be flirty whenever she’s around. I just want her to see what could’ve been. Or maybe make her see what she’s missing out. AKA me~”

Ushijima was looking at you, giving you a look that screamed “This is not a good idea. You’re going to regret this so much.”

Why? Because he knew about your feelings. You had even ranted to him about Tendou whenever your crush on your best friend got to be too frustrating. As perceptive as everyone knew Tendou to be, it all went to hell when it came to you. He thought he had you all figured out, so your blushing states and the flirty banter just went over his head. You were friend zoned before you even had your chance to confess or anything. Not that you would ever- it wasn't your style. Plus, you didn't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship.

Despite the look he was giving you, and your common sense screaming at you to not be the biggest fucking idiot on this planet, you agreed to help him out.

He let out a laugh, clapping his hands happily before wrapping an arm around you. “Well, lover of mine.. how about a date tomorrow?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you curiously.

It was so hard to contain the blush that creeped onto your cheeks, you were burning up just with his gaze and arm on you. A small sigh could be heard escaping from Ushi’s lips. He knew there was tons of texts and calls coming from you in the next couple of days.

°•°•°•°•°

A few days later, it was lunch time again. Tendou was sitting beside you with his arm wrapped around your waist as you both ate. Ushijima had to stay back in a class to retake a quiz the teacher thought he could’ve done better on.

“They’re staring y’know?” he hummed softly as he offered you some of his food. You gladly ate it, a small blush on your cheeks again. “Are they now?”

“Mhm. She’s staring too.”

Fuck. There it was. It’s not like you’d forgotten that this was all to make the girl jealous, but it had been nice to push it to the back of your mind and just enjoy his arms around you. “Ah. That’s good then.” you replied, trying to stop the lump in your throat from forming by focusing on your food.

He leaned in and placed a few kisses on your cheek and jaw. And it brought you flashbacks of last night when he had walked you to your dorm.

“So, lover of mine, what am I allowed to do and what’s crossing the line?”

You two had your fingers intertwined as he swung your hands back and forth gently. You were biting at your lip, eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration.

“Hugs. Cheek kisses are fine.. hand holding. The basics, I guess? Or what else do couples do?”

“Kiss on the lips.”

“Right- Would.. would that be necessary?”

“Mmm I don't think so. You’re already doing so much for me, Y/N. I really do appreciate you, our friendship, and everything you’ve done for me.”

He stopped walking, you were both standing outside your dorm now. Hearing him say all of this would typically make your heart flutter and your stomach do flips. But now.. now it made you feel like shit. Friendship was all you’d ever have with him. He appreciated you as a friend. You looked down at your shoes, them seeming much more interesting than the tall man who stood before you with the softest smile on his lips.

You felt a small kiss against your cheek before he softly pat your head. “Love ya tons, Y/N. I’ll come pick you up in the morning so we can walk to classes together, yeah?”

The heat easily returned to your cheeks after the small kiss was placed on your cheek. All you could do was nod, unlocking your front door. Once it was opened, you stepped inside and turned to look at him.

“Goodnight, Satori.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Well, you two got cozy fast..”

The deep voice brought you back into reality. You had been snuggling into Tendou’s side as he continued to eat, not really bothered by the silence that had taken over the table as you thought about the night before.

“Not like we didn’t do this before.” Tendou pointed out.

“I guess you’ve got a point. But well, I aced my quiz.”

“Look at you, ace of Shiratorizawa’s Volleyball Club and ace of the math tests.” you smiled at him, reaching out to give him a small pat on his shoulder, slipping out of Tendou’s embrace.

Ushijima smiled softly at that, “Thanks Y/N. Apparently I missed some of the points since my work was right but I bubbled in the wrong ones.”

“Too focused on volleyball, as always Ushi.” You hummed, offering him one of the snacks you’d bought earlier.

“Not always. But what were you guys doing anyway?” He asked as he took the snack, throwing another small smile your way to show he appreciated it.

“We were roleplaying as boyfriend and girlfriend and everybody was staring. Even y’know who.” Tendou said with a smile.

You playfully cringed at that, “I’m going to break up with you if you say it like that again.”

“Not yet, Y/N! Wait until the end of the week please.” He hummed before picking up his phone and getting distracted by a notification.

There it was. The sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach. Wait until the end of the week. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Your gaze met Ushijima’s and he gave you that same look from yesterday.

“She texted me!” he cheered happily.

I’ve made a mistake. That’s what your eyes screamed as you kept eye contact with Ushijima.

I know you did, is what his eyes said back.

°•°•°•°•°

You were sitting beside Tendou on a field, enjoying an ice cream cone. He'd already had his photoshoot moment with you. He’d taken pictures of you shyly covering your face with the ice cream cone and uploaded it with captions you two would usually make fun of. You were all over his story too. Photos and videos he had taken of you while you did stupid shit. He’d even saved some onto his memories.

“We’ve gotten a lot of support.” He said, breaking the silence.

You two had laughed so much it made your tummy hurt. It was like whenever you hung out with him prior to the heartbreaking revelation. But now it was bittersweet since the reason behind these hangouts were to get someone else to like him.

“Has she hit you up?” You asked, unable to hide the bitter tone that slipped along with your words. He raised an eyebrow at your tone, but nodded. “Yeah. She was pretty straight forward.. asked me if you and I were dating. I told her I might just cuff you.”

“That’s good then, right? She's clearly interested in a relationship now.” You said, the smile on your lips not reaching your eyes. “Tendou.. is it okay if I head home? I’m feeling a bit tired. It’s been a long week.”

He had a concerned look on his face but he nodded. “Of course. You should’ve said something earlier, Y/N.” He scolded, helping you stand up and starting to walk with you.

“Ah, actually, is it okay if I walk back on my own? I have something to do real quick before I head to bed.”

Lie. It was a lie. You just didn't want him around right now. It hurt too much.

“Oh- Sure. I’ll see you at school then? Thanks for tonight. I had fun.”

“Me too. Goodnight Tendou.” You smiled and waved before walking off to your dorm, leaving a confused Tendou standing at the field.

°•°•°•°•°

"You should've never agreed to it.." Ushijima said as he softly rubbed his hand up and down your back. Your hands were clutching onto his sweater, face buried into his chest as you cried your eyes out.

"I-I know.. but I can't ever say no to him.. I'm such a fucking idiot."

"You're not. You're just a very kind person, and sometimes people take advantage of that."

"I'm an idiot, Ushi.. fuck- Why did I agree to it?"

It'd been a whole two weeks since you had started that whole fake dating thing to get Tendou's crush to like him back, and it had taken a huge toll on you.

He could have his arms wrapped around you and be feeding you some snacks, when suddenly he'd pull away and say that she was gone, and there was no need for it anymore.

He'd take you out on dates and walk you home, making sure to notify you that she had texted him some flirty things, or had complimented how he looked on the pictures he had posted.

He would kiss your cheek and make you laugh, before bursting out into giggles with a "You should've seen the look on her face! She so wants me now."

She definitely did want him. She wanted him enough to reach out and ask how serious things were between you two. And if they weren't serious, how would lunch on Saturday sound? Perfect, it's a date.

He'd reached out to you over text, thanking you and praising you for even helping him through this unorthodox procedure, but that it wasn't necessary anymore. They would go on that date, and he'd planned on making it official then.

You sent a simple "Congrats, Satori! Have fun and be safe." And hid your phone away, heading to where you knew you'd be safe.

And that's how you ended up in Ushijima's arms, bawling your eyes out.

"I-I really thought Ushi.. I mean- I knew that we were doing it for horrible reasons.. but I thought maybe he'd see just how good WE would be together. Am I delusional, Ushi?"

"Not at all. I think you would've made a wonderful partner for Satori, or anyone, really."

You let out a small, bitter laugh at that. Clearly your best friend didn't see it like that. You pulled away from the embrace, wiping all the tears away and frowning at the sight of Ushijima's drenched sweatshirt.

"I'm so sorry.." you looked at his sweatshirt, "but thank you.. thank you so much for letting me in. I know it's late. Thanks for dealing with my bullshit."

"Of course, Y/N. You're just as important to me as Tendou, and I hate seeing you upset. I'm sorry he doesn't return your feelings."

You solemnly nodded, feeling sorry for yourself as well. The pain in your chest didn't seem to go away.

"What can we do, Toshi? It just wasn't meant to be. Plus. It's my fault. I knew it was strictly platonic fake dating. I let myself believe I had a chance. But it was clear I didn't."

Ushijima no longer knew how to respond, so he just gave you as much comfort as he could. With back rubs, hugs, and gently playing with your hair. All these actions allowed you to believe you'd be okay.

Even if Tendou Satori did not feel the same.

°•°•°•°•°

The date had apparently gone well, seeing as your lunch table was now occupied by Tendou, Ushijima, and the one and only. The one who had stolen your best friend's heart.

You stopped in your step as you saw her seated at the table. It seemed they were doing introductions. You knew you couldn't handle such thing right now, so you turned right around and walked to the library.

This did not go unseen by Ushijima, who excused himself by claiming that he had to print out some assignments for later.

"Have you seen Y/N? Did she come today?" Satori asked before letting the male part ways.

"Yes, she came. But she might be stuck in class or something. Enjoy the rest of your lunch." He politely excused himself before walking to the library where he knew you'd be.

Without a doubt, you were seated towards the back, face buried in your arms. He pulled a chair out and sat beside you. "Y/N."

You looked up, the pout evident on your lips. "Hey Toshi.. you didn't have to come, y'know?"

He nods, "I wanted to." You simply nod, looking down at the table before speaking again.

"She seems nice. She's really pretty. I can see why he was so set on making her his girlfriend."

"She's lovely. Very kind and charming." He admitted, much to your dismay. Of course she'd be perfect. That made it hurt even more. It made it obvious why he'd prefer someone like her over you.

"But you're also pretty, and very nice. He's missing out."

You looked up in shock at his words.

"You really mean that, Wakatoshi?"

The use of his name rather than the nicknames you usually called him was a pleasant and welcome surprise.

"Of course. There's no reason for you to be upset. You're strong, and I know you can get over this."

You couldn't help but notice how unusually talkative Ushijima had been recently. His comfort was on another level. He was saying all the right things. It was healing you, even if you didn't know it just yet.

"I-I'll get over it.." you said with little confidence, before taking a small breath. "I'll get over it."

The second time around there was definitely more faith in your words. You would be okay.

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The next day, it wasn’t a surprise to see her at the lunch table again, yet it still caused you to freeze on the spot. As much as you wanted to turn around and run out of there, you couldn’t move.

He was gently caressing her cheek, giving her a bunch of small, shy kisses while he held her hand. It made your stomach twist and turn, and you were sure you could taste blood.

Blood. Red. Red hair. Waving.

Fuck. He’d seen you, and was now ecstatically waving for you to come sit at the table. The girl had turned to see what he was making a fuss over, giving you a curious look.

You knew you probably looked like shit. Even with Wakatoshi’s kind and supportive words, you’d still bawled your eyes out the entire day. A small sigh escaped your lips as you made your way over to the table.

“Y/N! I want you to meet someone- or well, my girlfriend, to be more specific.”

Satori’s words had her blushing, but she still bowed politely.

“Pleasure meeting you. I know we didn't get the chance to meet yesterday, but I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Did you hear that your boyfriend was using me to get you to date him? Did you hear that I’ve had a crush on your boyfriend for years?

There was so much anger and pettiness in you, but you tried not to show any of it. “Good things, I hope.”

She quickly agreed, starting to talk about something they’d done together last night. A date, you gathered, though you kept zoning out as she talked, talked, talked, and talked. She was perfect, really. But right now you wanted nothing more than to just scream for her to Please Shut The Fuck Up.

Halfway through lunch, you excused yourself, saying you had some things to do, but that you hoped the 3 of them had fun.

You weren't healing just yet, you were grieving what could’ve been. You were doing and thinking stupid shit.

As soon as you walked into the bathroom, you turned the sink water on and splashed the cold water onto your face. The fresh feeling allowed you to calm down and truly think this through.

Anger wouldn’t solve anything. You didn’t have the right to be angry at your best friend because: 1) He didn’t even know about your feelings. 2) He had openly told you that he liked someone else. 3) You willingly put yourself in the situation you’re in now.

A small sob escaped your lips at the new realizations. You were past denial and anger, you were now in the stage of acceptance.

Tendou Satori, your best friend and crush, did not love you. You loved him though, no matter what. Your feelings would not interfere with the wonderful friendship you had built with him for so many years.

If you truly loved him, you would support him, and his happiness would be enough, even if you were not the provider of said happiness. You’d be content with just watching from the sidelines and cheering him on.

You took in a small gasp for air as the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over and it was time to head to class. You rubbed at your eyes, a new feeling settling in your chest as you walked out of the bathroom.

Contentment.

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Avoiding gazes, friendships dwindling, it all leads to contentment.

Sometimes, you have to sacrifice certain things in order for you to achieve your best state. To reach yours, it took avoidance and time, but now you’re beaming.

The state of contentment has finally been reached.

A/N: Hello! I’m not sure if anyone will read this, but if anybody does: I hope you enjoyed it!! This isn’t too long, or maybe it’s something people scrolled past because holy FUCK it was too long for their preference. Anyway, I love me some Tendou content (: Even if it was quite clearly not fluff. I should write some fluff after this.. Thanks for reading!!

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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take my hand — kaminari denki

— denki takes great pleasure in listening to music on the playlist he made for the two of you. whenever there's music, he doesn't hesitate to ask you for a dance no matter how ridiculous you two looked.

pairing: kaminari denki x reader

tags: friends to lovers, slight soulmates au, just denki and reader goofing off

genre: fluff

word count: 1.0k

a/n: part 4/7 of the event!! i kinda had a hard time thinking abt this, i hope kaminari isn't too ooc here! also not proofread

being with kaminari denki is electrifying. no pun intended.

life before you met him was somehow bland, boring and simply lifeless. he's this unstoppable force that burst itself into your life and there was nothing you could do to stop it. it's not like you wanted to, after all everything is fun ever since you met kaminari.

he liked dragging you into his many shenanigans that always gets you two into trouble and always ending up with aizawa glowering down on you two. he even threatened to call your parents at one point but kaminari managed to talk your way out of it. to this day, you still couldn't believe how you both got out of that mess.

he may not be the smartest of the bunch but he sure as hell knew how to make you happy. you swear sometimes you think he's your soulmate. sure, he's probably far from what you imagined what your soulmate would be like but you wouldn't have it any other way.

he always greets you with a friendly and bright smile when you see each other in public. asks you how you are doing when he notices you alone by yourself and offering you his own company even if it means he's exchanging it for hanging out with his friends. he even introduced you to them and before you knew it, you're part of their rowdy gang that often gets themselves into trouble all the time.

amidst the craziness and fast paced lifestyle that kaminari is living, sometimes he just likes to chill and hangout. he'd plug in his phone and play the playlist the two of you compiled that is composed of all of the bops that you both loved. most of them were memes but others are just seriously too good not to listen to again.

“may i have this dance?” he asked in his worst british accent he can muster, hand thrust forward towards you who is currently sitting on the floor as you read a manga.

“of course, my good sir.” it was like clockwork how you play along with his antics. standing up, you grabbed his hand as he helped you to your feet.

at first you both swayed side to side softly, hands clasped as you stared at each other with unhidden emotions swirling and encasing both your eyes. then it ended with the two of you just jumping around in your room and singing into your hairbrushes to the top of your lungs.

“TELL ME WHY!” you sang, hand reaching it to kaminari dramatically.

“AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HEARTACHE!” kaminari supplied, matched with him kneeling on the floor with his other arm clutching his chest as with his eyes closed.

“TEEEELL ME WHY”

“AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A MISTAAAAKE”

“TELL ME WHY I NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAY,” you both looked at each other before singing in unison, “I WANT IT THAT WAAAY”

your jam sessions (as kaminari called it) usually lasts up until midnight and it would end up with the both of you getting noise complaints as many people are already asleep at that time and aren't too happy to hear backstreet boys blasted in the middle of the night. after the loud singing or more like yelling, and jumping around in your room, you'd both pass out asleep and wake up late for your classes.

this has been a routine for the two of you after a stressful week. he'd visit you at your dorm room, and you'd visit him at his. it's like you can both read each other's thoughts and have telepathic connection. kirishima had called it creepy one day, but you both told him that it's because you're soulmates that's why you understand each other too well.

it was just a joke to you, but kaminari found himself blushing and stuttering, heart beating wildly whenever he's with you on his end. he liked to believe you are his soulmate, it makes him feel good saying it.

one hellish week after an exam, kaminari immediately sensed that you'd beaten yourself up with the weeks prior to the dreadful day. he hasn't seen you since and you've been cramming, holing up yourself in your room to study without distractions. that includes him. now that exams are over, he took it upon himself to help his favorite person unwind and make them feel better.

now here you were, at your favorite restaurant. kaminari can only look at you with a frown as you still haven't touched your food. you stared blankly at your food as you poked it with a fork, seemingly lifeless. you haven't spoken since the two of you got there.

the restaurant was pretty quiet, save for the music playing in the speakers. that's when kaminari thought of a wicked idea. a mischievous smirk stretched across his face as he looked at you, nudging your foot with his own.

“what?” you mumbled, looking up from your food.

“may i have the pleasure of dancing with you?” he had a silly smile on his face as he kneeled in front of you. you immediately looked around, afraid that people might took the wrong idea but none of them were looking in your way.

“come on, i know how much you love this song.” he tempted, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“here? right now?” still unsure, your eyes roamed to and fro around the restaurant. it might be embarrassing but if he's gonna do it with you…

“alright. yes, you may have the honor of dancing with me, mr. kaminari.” you both bowed first before he took you to the center of the restaurant, hand on your waist and the other on your hand.

you were still a bit hesitant to dance with him in a place like this but soon, you found yourself loosening and swaying along to the beat and before you realized, the two of you are lost in your own world.

“you are crazy, denki.” you fondly murmured, so only he could hear.

“for you? yeah, i am.” he coolly retorted, smirking down at you with a smug expression that earned an eye roll from you.

dancing with kaminari in a restaurant full of people ogling the two of you weirdly isn't what you expected you would spend the end of your exams, but then again, with kaminari when did you expect things? he has always proved himself to be full of surprises.

general taglist: @chibishae34 @heyheysey @bukojuiice

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sweetiejunie · 4 years

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Confessions

Summary: They both have their own confessions. Beomgyu had secrets. Yeonjun thought he was over you. But was he really?

Genre: fluff, angst

Beomgyu x reader, Yeonjun x reader (decoupling)

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A/n: a short oneshot i wrote inspired by my favourite ep of HIMYM

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You loved yeonjun, you really did. And he loved you. But were you in love? No.

That ship sank a while ago, but you had remained good friends with him and the other boys. You both figured it would be too much of a waste to completely throw away everything you had. And you still enjoyed the others company, who was he to take that away from you. At the start, it was hard. But as time went on, things fell back into place. You had to admit, it was a bittersweet feeling but you were glad you didn’t completely lose him. He was still one of your best friends. Everything went back to how it was before you started dating. Well, almost everything.

When the other boys found out you had broken up, they were devastated, of course. To them you and yeonjun had always been their one true pairing, their OTP, soulmates. The couple they were rooting for to get married. And when you broke up, they were shocked and they were also there to help you through it. Especially beomgyu, he had made it his job to visit you everyday until you were better. Bringing you all kinds of sweets or food that would make you happy. Or bringing you out on fun adventures so you had an excuse to get out of bed when you had spent the whole day crying. All that was just supposed to last for a little while, until you got back on your feet. But even after everything seemed back to normal, beomgyu still found himself at your doorstep whenever he had the chance.

Beomgyu didn’t want to say it, but while he was busy bringing you ice cream and chocolates everyday to cheer you up, he started catching feelings. He loved making you laugh when he saw tears prick your eyes. He loved the way you smiled at his jokes and how they made you feel better. He loved spending time with you, watching whatever movie you wanted and listening to any song you played. At first, he thought he was just being nice, looking out for a friend that was broken. Time went by, and all the more he realised just how much he dreaded the days he couldn’t visit you or the days you didn’t reply to his texts. He realised what he felt was something more than what he felt for a friend. But he couldn’t like you. You were his friend’s ex. He couldn’t break the bro-code.

As the days continued, so did his visits. And everyday, he just felt himself falling deeper and deeper into that hole. But he couldn’t stop himself. Everyday, he saw you smiling when you opened the door for him, a smile that made his heart jump out of his chest. He wanted to grab your hands and hold you close. To call the days you went out together ‘dates’ instead of just friendly hangouts. He wanted to take you on late night drives to the most romantic places he could think of, and have you fall asleep in his arms.

He had fallen fast, and he had fallen hard. He thought he could get over you, to simply forget his feelings existed. But that proved to be much easier said than done. He tried cutting down on the days he saw you, using excuses like he was too busy, or he was too exhausted after practice. It killed him to lie to you. And seeing the sweet responses you gave him to ‘rest well’ and to ‘take care of himself’ wasn’t helping.

Beomgyu couldn’t take it. It’s been months and he felt guilty for hiding his feelings. He knew it was wrong for him fall in love you, but he couldn’t control his emotions. And it was eating him alive. He had to tell someone. And that day after their practice, he decided to tell yeonjun the truth. It was make or break it, but he had to get it out.

He found yeonjun on the couch, using his phone just scrolling through his feed. Beomgyu had gone through what he wanted to say in his head a thousand times, but nothing could prepare him for the real thing. He stood there for a while, looking over the corner at yeonjun, processing how to go about this.

“Stop staring, you look like a stalker,” yeonjun suddenly called out, causing the poor boy to get flustered.

“Hyung,” beomgyu said softly, walking closer to him.

“Beomgyu, something wrong?” Yeonjun asked, sensing something off about his younger’s demeanour.

“I uh, i need to talk to you.”

Yeonjun hummed a response, putting down his phone and turning to look at beomgyu, who stood there, shifting his weight from foot to foot, playing with the edge of his hoodie. He was nervous. Who wouldn’t be? He was about to tell his mate he had fallen head over heels for a girl he used to love.

“So er,” beomgyu started, “i dont know how to tell you this and i know it’s wrong of me to feel like this. But... i think i like y/n.”

There was silence, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. To beomgyu, it felt like it lastest an eternity. And he thought he was about to get punched as he studied yeonjun’s blank face, just staring at him.

“I- i just wanted to tell you cause i felt guilty. I know she’s your ex and all so if u dont feel comfortable with the idea of me being with her, I won’t do it! Ill get ride of my feelings, i promise! I just thought I should let you know-“

“Go for it,” yeonjun smiled, standing up to give beomgyu a pat on the back. “We broke up months ago. We’re just friends now, if you like her, I shouldn’t be the one stopping you. But you better treat her well.”

His words shocked beomgyu, but he was glad to have his blessing. It meant he was over you and beomgyu could feel at ease. He rushed over to your place and confessed everything.

And later that night, yeonjun got an extremely important text.

From beomgyu: Y/n and i are dating!!

In that moment, despite what he had said prior, he felt jealous, annoyed, frustrated. Whatever you want to call it. He tried to convince himself that he was happy for you. No, that he was over you, or so he thought. Seeing you with someone else just made him realised how much he was still actually in love with you.

He would never admit it but a part of him was hopping you would have said no, and send beomgyu home. He was supposed to be your friend, he was supposed to be happy his best friend was happy. He hadn’t noticed it, but when beomgyu returned home that night, yeonjun completely switched off, disregarding any attempts beomgyu made to start a conversation and locking himself in his room.

Yeonjun thought he was okay with you and beomgyu being together but as the days turned to weeks, yeonjun was starting to ignore beomgyu more, barely acknowledging him when he spoke. Yeonjun hated seeing you with him. He wanted you to be happy and he wanted beomgyu to be happy, but not be the reason for each others happiness.

The worse days were when you would surprise beomgyu at the dorm. You would greet them as per usual and run to hug beomgyu. That used to be him. The gifts you used to get for yeonjun, now you got for beomgyu. Your laugh that echoed from beomgyus room used to his favourite sound, but now was the bane of his existence.

The other boys noticed this, but didn’t dare say anything. Until one day, they drew the line. You had came over to the dorm and beomgyu decided to bring you out for a small ice cream date. The rest of them were on the couch in the living room, watching a movie before they saw the two of you giggling as you made your way out. The moment the door closed behind you, yeonjun scoffed.

“What’s up with you? You got a problem with ice cream now?” Kai chuckled.

“Nothing’s up. I just think y/n deserves more than a lame ice cream date. Sure, ice cream is nice and all. But let’s be real, ice cream sucks. Ice cream lies, they keep secrets, and when it comes down to it, they just end up hurting you,” yeonjun responded, his emotions taking over him when he continued. “I- i just can’t believe y/n is going through with the idea of going out wit- for, ice cream.”

The three boys listened attentively, shaking their heads. If it wasn’t obvious enough, yeonjun wasn’t talking about ice cream. They knew they had to put an end to this. It was getting out of hand.

“Okay hyung we have to talk. Room, now,” soobin announced.

“Nice try but no, it’s just going to be 5 minutes of you two sorting out his love life, followed by an hour of you playing mario kart. No way. Hyung, you, me, roof, right now,” standing up, taehyun pushed yeonjun towards the fire escape that had a staircase to the roof.

“But it’s January-“ yeonjun defended.

Ignoring him, taehyun continued pushing him out, “move.”

“Alright, we’re both freezing so cut the crap and just say it,” taehyun said the moment they were on the roof.

“Say what?”

“That you’re unhappy y/n and beomgyu are together!”

Yeonjun was in disbelief at his assumption, “what? No. I’m happy. I encouraged him to go after her.”

“Because you thought you were okay with letting her go! But now that she’s gone, it hurts.”

By that point, yeonjun had been hurt many times in his life. Past relationships, failed auditions, and the list goes on. But when he first saw that text message that you two were together, it hurt just like all the previous times, just times a million.

“No. I’m happy for them,” he argued again.

“Is all you’ll let yourself say out loud. Cause if you said how you actually felt, that would make you the worse person on this roof,” taehyun stated, arms wrapping around himself when a cool breeze past them. “So I’m going to give you an out.”

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Yeonjun mocked back.

“By saying something worse.”

“Like what?”

Taehyun hesitated, “sometimes, i wish I wasn’t here. Sometimes i wish i could just pack up a bag and leave in the middle of the night and not come back.”

Yeonjun listened as he spoke. The words echoing in his ears as he processed what taehyun meant by them. And as the moment of silence passed, yeonjun confessed.

“Y/n shouldn’t be with beomgyu. She should be with me.”

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Just something random, something short, something sad. Hope you liked it!

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jamielea81 · 4 years

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Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 7

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, pining, fluff

A/N: This fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome.

Word Count: 3,959

Catch up with Chapter 6

“You so owe me. BIG time.” Travis said, getting into the Uber you ordered.

You had taken an Uber to the airport and grabbed another to go back to the hotel. Chris had offered up his driver, but technically that driver was paid by the studio and you didn’t want to take advantage like that. Besides, having a car on your own terms meant you and Travis could talk in private, minus the stranger driving you.

“I know. I know. And I appreciate you so much.”

When you texted him a week prior telling him you needed him to be your fake fiancé, he called you immediately. That call had been uncomfortable to say the least.

“So, let me get this straight. You told everyone your fiancé was named Travis? And then you showed Chris Evans a picture of me, Travis?”

“Yes, you, Travis,” you muttered. “It wasn’t on purpose. I wasn’t thinking and thought of you, one of my dearest friends. You should really take this as a compliment that I consider you husband material.”

“Ye-ah, sure. Compliment. What do you need me to do?”

A week later you were picking him up for the airport for his three-night stay in cold Vancouver. The plan was to get a room at a different hotel away from everyone else, but Monica had insisted on you taking the room while she bunked with Maggie who had her own room.

“Just don’t fuck on my bed,” she had said.

“What’s the plan today?” Travis asked.

The two of you had just gotten back to the hotel. Travis was laying across your bed with his arms behind his head.

“I’ve gotta be at the studio in two hours, so I thought we’d just hangout and catch up. We can order some food or eat at the studio when we get there.”

The plan was to have Travis come with you to the studio, meet everyone, and then head back on the shuttle bus to the hotel. He was then free to do whatever he wanted, but was not allowed to bring a girl back to the room. You didn’t even want to think about that scenario. It would frankly be a nightmare.

“Let’s order something. I’m kind of starving,” he said, sitting up and pulling out his phone from his pocket.

Monica, David,” you began, Travis’ fingers entwined with yours. “This is Travis. My fiancé.”

Boy, was that hard for your lips to spit out.

The fiancé. Finally, in the flesh,” Monica said.

“Thanks, for offering up your room,” Travis responded with a smile. It was too nice of a smile. You had seen that particular smile when you had been out with Travis. Your group of friends had called it his “take me home” smile. He needed to tone it down.

“Yeah. No problem,” Monica said, apparently not picking up on his subtle flirtation.

“So, this is the fiancé. ‘Bout time you came by for a visit.” David said, patting an arm on Travis’ shoulder.

“Trust me, I’ve tried, but this one won’t let me.” Travis said, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You scoffed and pushed on his chest. “You know that’s not true, babe. Our schedules just haven’t lined up.”

You and Travis always called each other babe, so saying it in front of your colleagues, no, work friends, wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Well, either away, it’s good to see her smile about something other than work. Are you as big of a workaholic as she is?” David asked.

“No one loves working more than this one. But she keeps me motivated, so I can’t complain,” Travis said, kissing your temple.

This is going better than I thought.

Hugh, the assistant director Steven, and Travis were all huddled together discussing shop. Travis was still and up and comer so he wanted to pick their brains since they both worked on major studio projects. You took the time to go over the scenes for today. Having found an unoccupied chair, you envisioned the scenes in your mind as you read through them. It was something you always were able to do and it worked well in your favor.

“Travis go home already?”

Chris

“Funny,” you deadpanned. “Yeah, he said it’s too cold here. Turned right back around for the airport. He’s one of those odd ones that’s actually from Los Angeles.”

Chris grinned, taking a seat on the table next to your script.

“That him talking to Hugh?” Chris asked pointing in the direction of the three directors.

“Yep. That’s him.”

Travis looked up and saw you looking in his direction. He raised his hand and gave you a wave. Boyish smile present on his face. He was good at that. Of course, you two had been friends for a long time, so it wasn’t too hard to pull off. He said something to Hugh and Steven and then jogged over to you.

“Hey babe,” he said, stopping in front of you.

Chris hopped off the table and got to his feet. Travis stuck out his hand.

“Travis, this is Chris,” you said as the two men shook hands.

“It’s great to meet you, man. Love you work.”

You internally rolled your eyes. You really hope he wouldn’t fan boy out and you could tell Travis was just on cusp.

“Thanks, man,” Chris replied.

What’s with the word man? Must be a guy thing.

“What time did ya get in?” Chris asked.

Travis looked at you. “Like, ten. Right, babe?”

“Yeah. Picked him up and we ordered some lunch before coming here,” you smiled back at Travis before looking at Chris.

Chris nodded his head absentmindedly. This whole interaction just felt weird and you couldn’t figure out why. It didn’t feel this way when you introduce Travis to the others, but you kind of just wanted to run away now.

“Travis is actually going to take off though. You’re going to nap, right Trav?” You got to your feet and wrapped an arm around his back.

“Yeah, figured I’d nap for a bit and then maybe go explore the area while I wait for you to get back.”

“I’ll call you when I’m on my way back,” you said, leaning into his side. Travis wrapping his arm around your front, giving you a squeeze.

Travis turned to face Chris offering him his hand again. “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“For sure. ‘M having people over tomorrow actually, so I’ll see you there,” Chris replied.

He is?

“You are?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” Chris gave you a questioning look. “It’s a whole thing.”

You honestly had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but you weren’t going to have that conversation in front of Travis.

“Cool. Looking forward to it.” Travis looked back at you. “Walk me out honey?”

You nodded your head, and then looked back at Chris. “Be back in a few.” Chris nodded before heading to the table that held coffee and hot water for tea.

When you were safely out of view from prying eyes, you pinched Travis’ side. He yelped and released his hold on you, rubbing the offending spot with his hand.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“You need to control those flirty eyes of yours.”

Travis shook his head but kept pace along side of you. “I didn’t flirt with Chris.”

“Good one Trav,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I’m talking about Monica. I work with lots of pretty people. You need to rein in the flirtiness. I don’t think you even know when you’re doing it.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. “I love you, button. My eyes are only for you.” He touched his free hand to your nose. “Boop.”

You chuckled lightly and shook your head. “No wonder we didn’t work out.”

“Ouch! That hurt.”

“No, it didn’t,” you replied.

“You’re right. It didn’t,” Travis chuckled.

You snuggled into Travis’ side while you waited for his hired card in the cold. To anyone walking up to your exchange, they would buy that you were indeed a couple. The two of you were just close. It was no wonder his name was the first to pop in your head when you needed a name for your fiancé. You were lucky to have him as your friend and even luckier that he didn’t have anything going on this week.

“I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way,” you said, patting his head.

“Have fun at work dear!” he called, getting into the car.

You blew him a kiss before going back inside.

Filming had ended for the day which was great because you were beat. Waking up early to pick up your fake fiancé from the airport really took a lot of a girl. You sent a text to Travis to let him know you were on your way back.

Travis: I’ll order more food

Y/N: Chinese?

Travis: Anything for you dear

You chuckled to yourself, sliding the phone into your back pocket.

“What’s so funny?” Chris said, approaching you.

��Uh, nothing. Travis said he was ordering more food. That man can really put it away.” Chris hummed in reply. “So, you’re having people over tomorrow?” You gave him a questioning look.

“Well, I’d like to get to know this young man that plans to marry my friend. Figured having you guys and some others over would be a good idea.”

“He’s not that much younger than me. You really need to knock it off.”

You weren’t sure why it bothered you so much, but it did. It was such a double standard. What if you and Travis were really together? Him being five years younger wasn’t that big of a deal. Plenty of guys date and marry women ten or twenty years their junior.

Chris held up his hands in surrender. “I was only implying that he is a young man compared to me.”

“Yes, because you’re so old Mr. Evans,” you sassed.

“Older than you.”

“Ah, yes. That’s true. A whole what, four years? Tell me about the world, old wise one.”

“You offend me greatly, Y/N. I’m having a special get together in your honor and this is how you treat me.”

“Shuddup,” you mumbled.

“Make me,” he replied. Roughness ever present in his voice.

You let out a slow breath. He was too close to you. So, damn close.

“I, ah. I ah…have to go,” you stuttered out. “See you tomorrow?” You chuckled. “Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You started to walk away. “See you tomorrow morning.” You were nearly to the exit and still couldn’t get your damn head on straight. You turned around to face him in the distance. “Night, Chris.”

Fuck me. I mean, really.

Thank goodness for an outdoor shoot, even if it was cold out. You bundled up as much as you could and still have the ability to walk. Keanu was filming with Maggie this morning on a couple of scenes, then she was shooting one scene with Chris before you wrapped for the day. You had some work to do back in your cubical slash office, but that was only because it was impossible to work with Travis in the room. He was technically on vacation, that you paid for, but you still weren’t going to ask him to turn down the TV. He was doing you this huge favor after all.

Since you were busy going over scenes with Keanu, Chris didn’t have the opportunity to talk to you for most of the morning. You sent him a wave from across “the stage” which was really just an open field. He returned it with a megawatt smile on his face. He sent you a text an hour later of him in makeup getting an open wound applied to his face. You sent him a GIF back of someone’s head in a toilet. There was such a comfortability there that you hadn’t experienced before.

You couldn’t get him out of your mind. This was not a good thing. Had this been another studio. Had this been another movie. Had you not lied to everyone you had gotten to know and worn your grandmother’s ring on your left-hand finger. Then maybe. Maybe you wouldn’t be scared out of your mind. Maybe you would flirt right back. Maybe you’d ask him to have a drink with you. Maybe you’d ask to see him after filming wrapped. Maybe in a year you could say that you and Travis called it off. But that couldn’t happen. How often did you keep in touch with the actors you had worked with? Maybe one. It was hard to do when everyone was working on other projects with a new group of people. He’d move on by then. Chris was too in demand. He’s too good looking. Too charming. There’s no way he’d be there a year from now. Let alone, interested in you.

Pressing the doorbell for the second time, Travis shook his head and turning the door knob on Chris’ condo door until it opened. Someone had propped open the door into the building, so you hadn’t buzzed to be let in.

“Trav!” you scolded.

“It’s a party. Relax.” Travis said, shrugging his shoulders.

Walking in, you waved as you saw a few people from the crew sitting on chairs and the couch in Chris’ living room. Kings of Leon’s Sex on Fire played in the background and you wondered if this was Chris’ playlist or someone else’s.

Maggie, Monica, Daisy, and Joe were our on the balcony with drinks in their hands. Monica spotted the two of you and motioned for you to come out there. You mimed a drink in your hand and held up the pointer finger of your other hand indicating that you’d be out after getting a drink of your own. Only one drink, of course.

You moved to the kitchen, spotting Chris, Keanu, David, and a few others from wardrobe and makeup. Essentially the people you interacted with the most.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Chris jested.

“My fiancé is pretty. It takes time for him to get ready,” you teased.

Travis smacked your butt. “Not true. She couldn’t keep her hands off-” You cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth and shaking your head.

“Give this man a drink! Please.”

David grabbed a beer from the fridge and passed it to Travis.

“Thanks, man,” he replied getting a nod from David. “And thanks for having us over,” he said to Chris.

“Oh yeah. No problem. We all kind of like this one and wanted to get to know you.”

“Such flattery. Kind of like. You’re going to make my head explode.”

Travis wrapped an arm around your back and kissed your temple. “Not you, my love.”

He was good. You had to give him that. He remembered all the little touches, things you were totally forgetting. You leaned into him a bit more and smiled at your friends.

“Beer me please,” you said.

When Harry Styles’ Adore You came on, you knew it wasn’t Chris’ playlist.

“Whose phone is playing this music?” you asked Monica.

“Chris’ actually. He found your Spotify playlist and added a bunch of your songs.”

You were pretty sure your eyes had popped out of your head. Okay, not really. But you were sure you resembled a cartoon character.

“Again. I don’t understand why he’s single. Most importantly, why hasn’t he asked me out?” she whined.

“Um…Not sure. I think he’s just really professional,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Well, I wish he would get a little unprofessional with me,” she whispered.

You chuckled awkwardly looking around the room. “Have you seen Travis?”

“I think he was talking to Maggie last time I looked.”

You nodded. “I’m going to grab another. Do you need one?”

“Of course. Thanks,” she replied.

Travis wasn’t on the balcony and he wasn’t in the living room with you, so you headed to the kitchen where the beer was. You spotted him immediately, a glass of dark liquid in his hand, one elbow leaning on the kitchen counter talking closely with Maggie. You rolled your eyes and shuffled to them.

“There you are babe.”

Travis looked up and held his free hand out to you. “Perfect. Y/N, come here. I was just telling Maggie about that script I got a hold of. Don’t you think she’d make a perfect Erika? She’s the right age and height.”

Maggie had the decency to look a little ashamed. Granted, you were sure nothing happened, but Travis was doing the lean in thing that no doubt led to the moving a strand of hair behind her head, which led to the hand hold.

Fuck, Travis.

“You know, babe, I haven’t read it in a while so I can’t recall at the moment. Could I actually talk to you for a second?”

“Sure, love,” he said sweetly. “I’ll talk to you about it later Maggie. We should exchange e-mails or something.”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll give it to Y/N to pass on,” she replied.

You gave her a tight smile and pulled Travis down the hall into the guestroom you had stayed in.

“Travis,” you said shaking your head.

His arms crossed over his chest. “What?”

“What?! Dude, you’re totally flirting.”

“I can’t just turn off the charm.”

“Could you at least try?” you asked. “I know you’re the one helping me out, but Trav, it looks so bad when you’re flirty. Why not just try flirting with me?”

“Ick! You’re like my sister.”

“Har-har. You’re so damn sweet to me.”

Travis pulled you into a hug. “You know I’m kidding. I promise to be on my best behavior.”

“I know,” you sighed. “That’s what worries me.”

You gave up on the whole one drink about an hour ago. You were on your third and it was helping. Travis was being very cuddly with you much to your relief.

Jonas Brothers’ What a Man Gotta Do came on and you physically clapped because it was one of your favorites.

“I'm not tryna be your part time lover. Sign me up for that full time, I'm yours, all yours,” you sang.

Travis grabbed your hand and spun you around causing you to erupt in giggles. He had always been into swing dancing. His mother owned a dance studio and he was required to choose one type of dance and he went with swing. You had no idea how to dance, but you had grown accustom through the years of Travis spinning you, Emma, and Joanna when he had the chance.

So what a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you What a man gotta do? What a man gotta prove? To be totally locked up by you

“You guys are so cute!” Daisy cheered.

David along with Elaine from styling had both gone home in the last twenty minutes, but everyone else was hanging out in the living room. A couple of people sat on the floor. Travis and Joe sat in the two upholstered chairs, no doubt talking shop while Maggie, Monica, Daisy, Chris, and you all sat cozy on the couch.

“We should play a drinking game,” Monica suggested, handing you a new beer. There was a small cooler on the floor in front of the couch you hadn’t noticed before.

A sourpuss look flashed across your face causing Chris to chuckle. “Okay, that’s a no from Y/N.”

“What’s next for everybody after we wrap?” you asked, trying to change the topic.

“I’m filming in New Mexico. It’s a thriller, but I haven’t really read through the script.” Daisy said quietly. “I usually just let my manager handle all that.”

Maggie raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

“I’ve got couple of months off. Didn’t want to jump into something else right away,” Chris responded.

“You and I will be on the next project they put us on most likely. David said they liked us as a team,” Monica said, bumping you with her elbow. “I don’t see it.”

“Bitch,” you said, glaring at her.

“You love me,” she replied.

You popped a shoulder while taking a long pull from your beer. At least they were considering keeping you on.

Lizzo’s Cuz I Love You started to play on the speakers.

“Turn it up!” you shouted. When everyone turned to look at you, you ducked your head. “I really like Lizzo. Okay?”

“I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm crying 'cause I love you, oh. Yes, you,” erupted from your mouth.

Maggie gasped out a laugh.

“It’s the best part of the song,” you replied bringing the bottle to your mouth once again.

Conversations continued, but when the chorus started again, Monica, Maggie, and Daisy all joined you.

“I'm crying 'cause I love you, yeah. I'm crying, hey,” the four of you sang out.

Chris gave you the most endearing smile causing you to lose any focus you may have had.

“What?” you asked softly.

Chris shook his head lightly, bumping his knee against your own. “You’re just cute.”

The chorus came around again and you sang it along with the other three, but your eyes were on Chris. “Cause I love you…” His eyes widen and you realized your error. You turned your head to Travis who was still deep in conversation with Joe. “Trav, I think we should head back to the room.”

He looked to you, seeing the worry in your eyes. “Everything okay babe?”

“Ye-yeah. I just want to spend some more time with you,” you said getting up from the couch.

A chorus of oohs echoed around the room. You promptly stuck your tongue out and spun around. Okay, it was safe to say you were a little drunk.

“Cars ordered. Says the driver is ten minutes out.” Travis said holding up his phone to you.

Chris promptly got up, turning his back to you as he promptly moved down the hall. “I’ll grab your coats,” he yelled over his shoulder. You were about to offer to help, but Travis offered before you could.

A minute later the two men were back. Travis promptly helping you with your coat. You gave Chris a hug but it was awkward as he hands just lightly tapped your back. It was an impersonal hug and you knew he was doing it for Travis’ sake. The two of you had been pushing boundaries without even trying.

Travis was on his way home and you were at work. The two of you had stayed up late as you confessed your feelings about Chris. Travis, the ever-supportive friend held your hand throughout as you relayed your fears about your job and your heart. That’s the funny thing about love, you never truly knew how the other felt. Love involved risks.

Chris was back to texting you several times a day. When Travis was in town, he didn’t text at all as he wanted to give you and Travis time together. Neither of you spoke about the get together at his place and you took at as a sign that it was all one sided. Filming would be ending soon and everyone would be back in Los Angeles where the spell would be broken. You lived in California full time and Chris was in Massachusetts eighty percent of the time. You wouldn’t see each other. In a matter of months, he’d be promoting this film and you’d be on to the next one.

Chapter 8

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hazzmedicine · 5 years

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his replacement

summary: Harry has made it clear to Y/N that she isn’t his girlfriend, so she has no other choice but to take someone else on what was suppose to be their trip.

a/n: There will be a part 2 but this has been brewing in my head for a while now. Hope you enjoy! Also let me know if I should write in third person with y/n or in first person. 1.3k

As she sat alone in her bed, she thought of all the ways she could have done something different. She thought about how far back in time she needed to go so that the present could be altered. Maybe if she reminded him more then he wouldn't have forgotten. But she reminded him over and over again so that shouldn’t have been the problem. Maybe if she would’ve booked the trip on another weekend then he would’ve been more available. But he would never be 100% available for the next couple months, at least not available for her.

It seemed as though no matter what Y/N could’ve done, nothing would’ve worked. Harry would still be unpacked and filling his day with his work. He would still be angry with her for “meddling in his life” and would still have no regret for yelling at her.

She tried to tell herself it wasn’t her fault. Although the words Harry spat at her weren’t exactly wrong. They were definitely harsh but ultimately true. She wasn’t his girlfriend, he made that very clear, and she shouldn’t have expected a romantic getaway with the guy she was just sleeping with. However, in her defense, he was the one who agreed to go, who let her believe it was more than friends with benefits, so he had no right to totally freak out on her.

If he didn’t want her to feel like his girlfriend then he shouldn’t have treated her like she was. Now matter how much she convinced herself that it was nothing more then sloppy (but very enjoyable) sex with her friend, Harry, she couldn’t get over the fact that he treated her to “dates.” He never disclosed them as dates, but the vibes were definitely there. He took her out to a nice dinner “just to celebrate” her newest business deal. They went out to the movies, like regular friends do, but he was very touchy during those times, having an arm around her shoulders or holding her hand. He even scheduled to make times to hangout with her, while his other friends only got him when he was available. She felt special in a way and sometimes it slipped her mind that they weren’t actually together.

The more she thought about the argument she had with Harry hours prior, the more she went from sad to angry and it was then that she decided she wasn’t going to wait around for him to change his mind about her. She was still going to the Bahamas with or without him. And since she had an extra ticket, she might as well invite someone else.

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That someone else is Shawn Mendes. Y/N had met Shawn Mendes two months ago at a red carpet event. Striking up conversation was easy after they were formally introduced by a mutual friend. She realized quickly that he was a simple, easy to talk to fella. Throughout the night, and into an after party, they were inseparable. When she needed a drink, Shawn did too. When a friend pulled Shawn onto the dance floor, she happened to know that friend too, so she was also dragged along. They both exchanged jokes as they watched people get way too drunk and embarrass themselves. Overall, it was a fun night.

So much fun that if Y/N wasn’t hooking up with Harry, she probably would’ve taken him home. But she passed on that opportunity and has since then become good friends with the Canadian superstar. It was easy to get Shawn to accept her ticket to the Bahamas. He just finished his tour which gave him the freedom to relax and she knew he needed it.

“Are you all packed and ready?” Shawn asked upon his early arrival at her condo. They were leaving today and figured riding together would make things simpler.

“Yes I am. I was so excited, I’ve been packed for three days,” she beamed. His eyes grew wide in disbelief at the size of her suitcase. “I’m kind of an overpacker.”

He chuckled. “You don’t say.”

They left shortly after she had grabbed last minute items, like her phone charger and toothbrush, and made their journey to the airport.

When they arrived at the airport, the paparazzi were already there. For a second, fear popped into her head of what they could make this look like. The reality was two friends of the opposite sex going on vacation together for a week and a half. But others would love to twist it into another young vacationing lovers that would eventually break up from a cheating scandal. It didn’t bother Y/N that people would assume she was dating Shawn because, well, he was a good looking guy. The only thing that worried her was what Harry would think if the story got twisted. But then again, this could’ve been him. However, he chose to decline. Screw him, she thought.

She put on a bright smile as she walked ahead of Shawn into the airport. She was off to a trip she wouldn’t forget.

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The beach house Y/N and Shawn were staying at was breathtaking. It was so close to the beach that the sound of crashing waves can be heard from every room of the house. It was spacious and bright. There was a hot tub and hammock out back for them to relax on. There are two bedrooms - one for her and one for him. They arrived mid afternoon and decided to take some time to unpack before they’d go down to the beach to look around.

“Hey, Y/N, come check this out,” Shawn calls. She finds him lounging on the couch with his laptop resting on his lap. When she looks at the screen, she sees articles pulled up with their pictures from the airport plastered all over them. She cackles as she reads the title of the article, Shawn & Y/N Seen On Their Way to a Romantic Trip.

“Okay, you’re laughing,” Shawn observes as he tries to analyze the situation.

“Of course I’m laughing. I saw this coming! I bet your fans are having a field day with this.”

“Yeah, well, what do we do now?” Y/N grinned at him.

“Absolutely nothing. We know we’re just friends on a friendly trip,” Y/N emphasizing the friend part. “Who cares if others are wrong, it’s not going to ruin our trip.” Shawn nods along in agreement. “And from now on, we’re gonna have limited screen time. We can’t waste our trip worrying about everyone else.”

“You’re right.” Shawn shuts his laptop close and takes his phone out to power it off. He looks at her with an expectant look, it was her turn to turn in her phone for the rest of the evening.

When she pulls her phone, she notices the silent incoming call she has. The one and only Harry Styles is reaching out to her for the first time in a week since their argument. He must’ve seen the articles, she thinks. She never told him about giving his ticket to someone else. How could she when she was too hurt to talk to him after his rude remarks. And he was too stubborn to call her and apologize. It was his fault that she found his replacement.

And he realizes this now as he reads through the many reports of her vacationing with her “new lover.” Harry examines the photos, trying to decide if her smile is genuine or just for the camera. He really hopes it is just for the camera. But when he can’t figure out if she’s happy with someone else on what could’ve been their trip, he feels like he has no other option to call her. He waits impatiently as his phone calls hers.

“Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system…”

She waits patiently for Harry’s call to be sent to voicemail and then finishes turning off her phone. She smiles up at Shawn. “Ready to go out?”

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past-perfect-future-tense · 4 years

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Jake On Weed

Pairing: Thor x OC (sort of OC, sort of Reader Insert) Loki x OC Friend of Main Character

Warnings: Fluff, Comedy, Fangirling for Middle Aged Ladies

Word Count: 3799

Summary: You are a huge fan of a-ha, you are going to their concert with your best friend and well, you never know who you’ll see.

A/N: This was written for @captain-rogers-beard One Hit Wonder challenge. Thank you for giving me an extension. This thought for a story has been in my head for a while now, so I had to take the opportunity to write it down. My prompt/song was Take On Me by a-ha. A-ha is my favorite band in the world! Plus I saw a comic of Thor wearing an a-ha tshirt and being that I love both, they all had to go together. Also this was inspired by my life events and by my dear friend who had some of the events in the story happen in real life. This is also my tribute to the fact that I have tickets to see them in LA this August, although with the pandemic going on, that may not happen. I kinda left Infinity War/Endgame out and obviously Loki is alive. Also tagging my Thor’s Whores as well.

Enjoy!!

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The lifelong, not quite obsession but bordering on fanatic for the band had started when you where 11 years old. It started when you had first heard ‘Take On Me’ played on the local radio station. As the song became more popular, it was played more regularly until eventually it became a #1 hit single for the band. Due to the songs resounding popularity, subsequent music video that is still one of the best ever made, and this had catapulted the band into worldwide stardom.

The more popular they became you knew more about them. Being the first group from Norway to have this kind of international success was a big deal. You always had a special place for Norway in your heart as that’s where your maternal ancestors were from. Each band members were all extremely cute, and the lead singer could sing. I mean his voice was amazing. Within a short time they had more videos on tv, more singles on the radio, you had their posters on your walls, and so that love was cemented.

It was so much so that when it seemed as though the band had disappeared from the airwaves in America after their amazing second album, you had to buy their music from record stores at import prices. You didn’t mind because you knew their music was worth the price and the time you waited, however that didn’t make it easy to be a fan of the band.

Being that when they toured the US the last time, you were too young to attend their shows, so sadly you missed out on seeing them in concert. It was something that you would always regret and that you’d hope to one day change making that dream become reality. Now that dream did come true 10 years ago when the band had decided to go their separate ways and did a final tour including many places they hadn’t toured in more than 20 years.

That concert was a dream come true. Something that you never thought would happen and you remember it like it happened yesterday. You and your best friend, Bridgette, who also loves the band the way you do, still talk about it. In all actuality it was your mutual love of the band that brought you too each other. That bond is stronger than ever and the fact that this would be the one and only time you’d see the band perform live was a bit disheartening however sharing the experience with her made it hurt less.

So imagine your mental state when the band announced they be touring again, in support of their first albums release, ‘Hunting High And Low’ playing the album in its entirety on the 35th anniversary of its’ release, as well as a setlist full of their hits and fan favorites, you and your bestie had already decided that if they toured here, you both would be there.

Nothing would stop it.

Nothing.

Nothing short of a global pandemic.

So, when the actual global pandemic happened and the tour was postponed, you two were devastated. What was one more year to wait when the first time you waited 25 years? You had both prayed and thanked Asgard for bringing the band back to you and keeping those that you loved safe. The time had gone fast and you two were planning another weekend that included the concert and hanging out with other friends that were fans too.

The day of the show was a whirlwind. Meeting your friends for a late lunch prior to going to the preshow fan party. The party was fun. You got hangout and see people that you’d only meet online. A few you had met the prior show and were happy to reconnect with over your shared love of the band. One friend in particular, Elizabeth, who you talked outside of the fan boards and shared life experiences with was there and you were so happy to see her. The following day the three of you were scheduled to go to the fabric district to hang out before the next show the following night.

However tonight was what you were focused on. You and Bridge had found your seats. They were in the third row from the stage, just to the left of the stage. Elizabeth and a few of your other friends were in the front and second row just ahead of you. You weren’t sure how you were going to survive but you knew you would. As you two were waiting you were looking around the theatre and the two seats next you were empty. It was getting closer to show time and you were wondering something to yourself, however you said it out loud because that was your mental state at the moment. The energy of the entire place was electric! “Do you think Thor likes A-ha?” You asked Bridge.

She looked at you and a pensive look crossed her face, a momentary change from the 15 year old fangirl smile you both had been wearing the entire day. “That’s a good question. I mean, why wouldn’t he like A-ha?” She asked you back and you thought about it. You did see that one drawing from the Loki, Agent of Asgard comic and it always had you wondering. In the drawing Thor was wearing an A-ha t-shirt. So maybe??

“Maybe he does. I mean the band are Norwegian and the ancient Norse did worship Asgard.” You thought about it and so did she. “Wouldn’t it be funny if they sat next to us for the show?” You say and your friends face breaks into a smile before a face of utter shock passes over it. Since you were turned to look at her away from the empty seats on your left you had no idea what was making her react that way. In responding to her you scrunch your eyebrows together, you were perplexed. You mouth ‘what?’ to her and she motioned with her head behind you. Turning to see what got her in awe, you turn to look and into a nearly brick wall of a chest. Slowly turning your gaze up, you see a sight you never thought you would.

Thor. Thor, the God of Thunder. Asgardian King.

There he stood looking down at you. His smile as big as you had seen in photos and on tv. The bluest blue eyes looked at you and they held nothing but joy. You mentally say what the actual fuck, however you realized you actually hadn’t when Thor says to you, “Pardon, I didn’t quite hear you.” You look at him and then you feel a hand on your shoulder as you turn to see your friend standing up next to you holding on for support.

“I’m sorry, did I say something?” You ask him back.

He begins to answer you when from behind him immerges his brother, Loki. “You said what the actual fuck, with a question on the end. You heard her brother; we have much better hearing than the Midgardians do.”

“I know we do, but I try not to make them feel bad about Loki. It’s not their fault.” Thor had turned to his brother and made a sad face at him. Loki rolled his eyes.

“Did I make you feel bad Ms?” Loki asked you and you stood there looking at them both.

Your bestie squeezed your shoulder and you responded, “No, not at all. I mean I know I’m Midgardian and have no powers.”

“See Thor, she’s perfectly fine.” Loki says in his smooth as silk voice. He smiles at you, but you see the mischief in his eyes. “Are you alright?” He asks but you see he is looking at your bestie now. You looked back to her and she’s looking at him.

She nods her head at him and says, “Yeah, I am.” Her eyes don’t look convinced but you’re not going to point that out. She did stop shaking or was that you? At this point it was possibly both of you.

“Are you excited for the show tonight?” You hear that big voice again and turn your attention back it from Loki and your bestie.

“Oh yeah, we’ve been anticipating it for a while now. Especially since they postponed it from last year. How about you guys?” It felt weird referring to them as just guys but in all honesty they were dressed in casual clothes. Loki in a leather blazer, black with dark jeans, hair slicked back, and this air of magic around him. It was tangible. You were positive everyone around them felt it. Thor was wearing a wine colored bomber jacket, dark blue jeans, black boots, long braided beard, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It had grown out since they had founded New Asgard in Norway after Hela, their sister destroyed Asgard in a jealous fit of rage. A simplistic yet accurate description of events.

Occasionally you see them on the news and other online outlets. Thor helping the New Avengers and Loki keeping mostly quiet. Mostly. “We have been long time fans of the band. Actually, Loki brought the band to my attention within his time travels and being that Asgard is in Norway, well it’s not difficult to be a fan.” Thor answered you and smiled. You smiled back and suddenly the lights dimmed in the theater and you knew the show was about to begin. Thor turned towards the stage after you did. Someone over the sound system said hello to the crowd and you and your friend cheered, loudly. A spotlight came on and Magne stepped out into the light, walking over to his keyboard, Morten followed and stood center stage at his microphone, and Pal Walked out last standing at his mic on the left side of the stage, guitar already slung, ready to play.

“Hello LA” Magne says and the crowd cheers. Your friend Elizabeth turned around and smiled at you and Bridgette. You both smiled at her and then you turned to your left and there was Thor and Loki, Thor cheered along with the crowd, Loki applauded earnestly. You and Thor smiled at each other, you thought you’d died and gone to heaven, maybe you did but who cared? You certainly were in some sort of heaven and you’d be damned if you had to return to whatever life you lived prior.

The band began to play and started with, “Take On Me” The audience was singing along. This may have been their breakout hit but it certainly wasn’t their only one. You turned to Thor and he was singing to the song as well. When the chorus comes on and you swear he and Loki are both singing ‘Jake On Weed’ and not ‘Take On Me’. You and Bridgette both look at Thor and Loki as they sing loudly, ‘Jake On Weed’ during the chorus.

“Sing it with us, ‘Jake On Weed’.” Thor says loudly into your ear as he leans down.

You look at him and ask loudly, “Why?”

“I’ll tell you after the show over drinks, okay my lady.” Thor says and you look at him albeit a bit stunned but you start singing ‘Jake On Weed’ instead of ‘Take On Me’. Now you knew a certain story behind those lyrics, but you had no idea how Thor and Loki knew those exact same ones. You were definitely going to ask him over drinks. Hopefully, he didn’t forget or find the company of another instead. Elizabeth heard you four singing the lyrics and turned around stunned. She knew the story, it was her story after all. She knew that Bridge and you knew, the other two were a huge mystery to her as well. Before the end of the song several people around you were also singing ‘Jake On Weed’ instead of ‘Take On Me’. The band laughed at the audiences’ antics to the lyrics and continued on with the rest of the show. Bridge and you sang along to every song, dancing too, and you tried not to bump into Thor, although it was hard not too. He didn’t seem to mind though, as a matter of fact he loosened up and swayed to the music too. You wouldn’t call it dancing however if you were him, you’d be a little self-conscious too. The first set was the entire album ‘Hunting High and Low’ in the order of the tracks on the album.

You and Bridge couldn’t help but be teary eyed when the band played the title song as you did the first time you saw them live. You tried not to let Thor see but he leaned down, “Are you okay my ladies?”

You nod yes and answer him, “Yes, we just get a bit emotional at the song.” He put his hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. You tried not over analyze the interaction, he was just being nice. You both smiled at one another and turned your attentions back to the show.

Set List:

Take On Me

Train Of Thought

Hunting High and Low

The Blue Sky

Living A Boy’s Adventure Tale

The Sun Always Shines On TV

And You Tell Me

Love Is Reason

I Dream Myself Alive

Here I Stand and Face The Rain

The second set was a mix of their hits from their other nine albums as well as new track that hadn’t been released called ‘Digital Rain’.

Set 2

Analogue (All I Want)

Foot of The Mountain

The Swing of The Things

Crying In The Rain

Sycamore Leaves

Digital River

I’ve Been Losing You

Stay on These Roads

Encore

Scoundrel Days

The Living Daylights

You and Bridge got teary eyed during ‘Stay on These Roads’ however Thor didn’t say anything, but sang along with you as you put your arm around him this time. You were not sure why you did but you felt he needed the reassurance and a connection. He understood the lyrics; if anything they spoke more to him than most. With everything he had been through over his lifetime, he knew that you had to stay on no matter how bad it got. That better things were ahead. The band closed with their Bond Theme, from the movie of the same title, and it was the perfect ending to an amazing night.

You were sad to see it end, however Thor and Loki turned to you, “So I offered to buy you a drink.” He says to you.

“You did offer but you don’t have too.” Trying to let him out of the obligation he set for himself.

“No! Now, we are not ready for the night to end just yet and besides, we promised to tell you the story of the song.” Thor smiles. “Now I know you know who we are but let me introduce myself and my brother. I’m Thor Odinson and this is Loki Odinson, my brother.” Thor extends his hand towards you and you offer yours in kind. Expecting a handshake and getting a kiss on the back of your hand instead. You tried not to blush, but Loki saw it and he made a smirk at you. You rolled your eyes at him and he laughed. Thor kissed Bridge’s hand too, ever the gentleman you thought. She blushed and the blush furthered when Loki winked at her. Again you rolled your eyes at him. He smirked at you and you turned back to Thor.

“My name is Elora and this is my dear friend Bridgette. We are heading out to an after party in Hollywood with other fans. Would you like to join us? Then you can buy us a drink and share your story about Jake On Weed.” You say trying not to sound like you just had one of the best nights of your life but you couldn’t hide your happiness. The smile on your face was too sincere to wish away.

“Loki, what do you say?” Thor asked his brother. Loki looked to you and Bridgette.

“Only if she let’s me buy her drink.” He looks as Bridgette and winks at her.

“Of course he can, right Bridge?” You answer for her because you knew that’s what she wanted. If you considered yourself a Thor’s Whore, well then she was a Loki’s Loose Lady. “I’m going to order a car for us.”

While you were ordering the car, Elizabeth walked over to your happenstance group of the evening. “Hey! The show was fantastic!” She paused and reached out to hug you. You hugged her back and then she continued with what she was saying. “You all are coming to the party, right?” She looked to Bridge, Thor, and Loki.

“We’re all going to be there. Oh, let me introduce you to out newest friends?” You say with a question. You look at Thor and he nods yes to your question. “This is Thor and Loki Odinson, Asgards biggest A-ha fans. Who knew?!”

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Jane says and waves at them from where she’s standing next you. “Okay, do you have the address to the party?”

“Yes. I already ordered a car to come and pick us up. It should be here in about 10 minutes, so we should probably head out to meet it soon.”

“Good. I just ordered our car as well, so we’ll all head out together.” Elizabeth said and then continued her train of audible thought. “Can I ask you two a question?” She looked at Thor and Loki as she asked.

“Certainly. We’ve nothing to hide.” Thor says smiling at Loki who just shakes his head at him.

“Fair enough. So why were you singing ‘Jake On Weed’ instead of ‘Take On Me’?” Elizabeth asked them with a bewildered look on her face.

Thor and Loki exchange glances. Loki actually chuckles before he speaks. “Well it was record store day and upon my travels throughout the realms, I’ve come to discover the love of vinyl. I have quite a collection and I enjoy listening to it. Our mother would’ve loved it, right?”

“Oh she’d love to sit and listen to music with you. You always did have the arts in common.” Thor says with a fondness in his voice to offset Loki’s hint of sadness.

“Upon learning of record store day, I took Thor shopping with me in the DC area to look for the releases. Now we happen into a store, with a young man as the clerk. He is on his phone, managing his social media accounts or whatever it is they do. The phone rings, the store phone not his cell phone, and he answers it. Of course you know he’s trying to be helpful. I can hear her talking to the clerk on the other end of the line. Good hearing, Asgardians have good hearing.”

“We’ve already established that Loki.” Thor interjects and Loki smiles.

“Yes, we have. So She asks him for a specific Record Store Day release. “Take On Me”. Of course he can’t understand her and looks at me. I whisper to him, “Jake On Weed” So repeats it to her, “Jake On Weed?” She replies, “No, Take On Me by A-ha” He answer’s her, “Is that A H A?” She replies “Yes”. He say, “Um, no, we don’t have that one. Sorry.” So that was the end of that conversation. Now you have to understand 3 other individuals called asking about it while we were there. You got the ‘Jake On Weed’ and to the others I told them ‘Spank My Knee’, ‘Pee On Me’, and ‘She Just Teed’. Yours was my favorite.” Loki smiled his mischievously charming smile at Elizabeth who looked amazed and in awe.

“So, it was you who did that?” Elizabeth shook her head and laughed. We all did. Bridge and you had heard her talk about this and sadly you never did get your copy of ‘Jake On Weed’ that Record Store Day. Elizabeth did and she had an unknown interaction with the God of Mischief himself.

“It was and look at how it has brought us all together.” Loki added.

“We should probably head out front, our cars are probably waiting.” You say to the group who has now become a bit larger with Elizabeth’s party joining in on the story you all knew but from one point of view.

“After you.” Thor says and let’s you lead the way out of the front lobby of the theatre. He places a hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the crowd of fans waiting. Loki walks with Bridgette behind the two of you. You spot your car waiting for you.

“We’ll see you there!” You say to Elizabeth.

She’s walking the opposite way to her ride. “Okay, be safe! See you in a bit.” Elizabeth replies with a huge smile.

The four of approach the minivan and the driver roles down the passenger window. “Elora?” He asks.

“Yes, party of four to West Hollywood.” You say to him and he smiles.He opens the side door automatically and Loki grabs Bridgette’s hand.

“Trouble makers to the back of the bus, right?” He askes her and she looks at you then back to Loki.

“It’s the best seat in the van.” Bridgette says to him and helps her in first and slinks in after her. You watch in almost utter amazement as they get into the rear seat of the minivan.

Suddenly you feel the hand move from the small of your back to you right hand. It was large, calloused, and warmly electrifying. You looked over and Thor motioned for you to get it. “After you, Lady Elora.” He bows a bit and you duck inside sitting in the far captain’s chair behind the driver. Thor sits in the other captains chair and the driver closes the door.

“Are we all ready?” The driver asks.

“Yes, my good sir.” Thor answers and turns, smiling at you. “So you ready for that drink?” He asks you.

“Oh yes and you may get a dance if you’re lucky!” You tell him and wink.

“I do feel lucky.” Thor says and reaches over taking your hand. You look at your hands, fingers intertwined. You can hear Loki from the rear seat whispering in Bridgette’s ear. Your hearing wasn’t as bad you pretended. Of course, you didn’t have to hear whatever Asgardian sweet talk he was telling Bridge. Thor wasn’t the only one feeling lucky.

‘We’re talking away

I don’t know what I’m to say

I’ll say it anway

Today’s another day to find you

Shying away

I’ll be coming for your love, okay?’

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A Different Kind of Hangout

So after literally FOREVER I had tons of motivation to write and I came up with this…its basically just smut but there’s some pretty cute fluff as well! What can I say, I love my boys…also it got super fluffy at the end idk wtf happened to me but 3am writing hit different

Warnings: nsfw, smut, dry humping, some dirty talk , swearing, you get the idea

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: Will wants to fool around with Richie for the first time…summary sucks but pls read lol

NSFW under the cut!

“I’m bored,” Richie whined as he hit the spacebar on his laptop, pausing the shitty movie that was very disinteresting to him. He turned to Will, who was cuddled into his side, and asked him, “Do you still wanna watch?”

Will shook his head in response, before telling Richie that he was bored as well. The movie was a low-budget horror flick, the plot being so ridiculously stupid to the point where you couldn’t even make fun of it. Sticking Charlie Sheen in a conspiracy movie about aliens and dinosaurs alongside Molly Ringwald was definitely something not worth seeing it through to the ending. The problem was, they had already watched a bunch of youtube videos prior, as well as having previously watched everything they deemed “good” on Netflix.

“I’ve already seen BoJack too many times, we’ve seen Big Mouth, Shrek, yadda, yadda, yadda…” Richie trailed off as he sighed into his palm. Will hummed a quiet yeah in agreement and gently squeezed Richie’s interlaced hand, softly rubbing his thumb over the other’s.

Richie looked over to him and was now overwhelmed with the sight of his boyfriend. Will was absolutely gorgeous every minute of every day, but this day was a sunny day, pastel yellow rays of light shining in through Richie’s bedroom window, cascading upon Will’s features. His bright hazel eyes were glimmering as he focused on fiddling with Richie’s hand, his hair was the slightest bit messy, looking adorably…floofy, as Richie always describes it, and the gleaming light made his skin appear the softest thing in the world, as if Richie’s calloused hands on him would cause scratches would appear.

Will let out a small squeak as Richie ripped his hand apart from his own and pinched his cheek.

“You’re just so cute!” He cooed, earning an annoyed glance from Will, who just laid there and took it. His Grandma used to pinch his cheek whenever he, Jonathan, and Joyce visited her in the country, and it doesn’t hurt any less now that he was in college and all grown up. In fact, Richie pinches his cheeks harder.

Richie pulled his hand away and closed his laptop, leaning up slightly to place it on his bedside table. He rolled onto his side and ran a hand through Will’s hair, raising it up through his fingers and watching it flop back down each time.

“Do you wanna just make out?” Will asked, avoiding eye contact, suddenly finding the drawstrings of his - Richie’s - sweatshirt to be very fascinating. He and Richie have been together for over a year, but Will was still on the shy side when it came to certain things. Richie told him he would never say no to kissing and cuddling, but Will always feared asking because that’s what being shy all your life does to you. Even though he’d become more confident and social over the past handful of years, Will just wished that Richie could just read his mind and automatically know that he wants a goodbye kiss or a hug without him actually having to ask.

Richie chuckled, “I was just about to say that!” Before cupping Will’s face and leaning in to press his lips against him. Will smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arm around Richie’s waist, pulling him closer so that they were chest to chest.

They stayed like that for a while, passionately connecting their lips together, before Richie’s tongue swiped across Will’s bottom lip. Will opened his mouth and allowed Richie’s tongue to enter his mouth, both of them lightly giggling at the weird sensation of their tongues touching. It was nothing new, but they didn’t know if they’d ever get used to the first few seconds of it. Will cringed at the flavour of ground beef and Coca Cola washing over his taste buds, recalling the Taco Bell breakfast - yes, breakfast since Richie woke up craving diabetes - date they had earlier in the day. Regardless, he still enjoyed the way his and Richie’s tongues danced lazily with each other and sighed in bliss.

However, Will’s dick had some other ideas. He felt it twitch in his pants and knew he had to be careful here. Because of how horny he’d been all week, and had been prone to masturbate more than usual, his mind was being filled with suggestive ideas. However, this was the first time he was getting aroused by a makeout session, or at all in someone’s presence.

Growing up, Will’s hormones weren’t all over the place as opposed to his friends, who’s main priorities seemed to all lie in sex, sex, and more sex. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas all had girlfriends, while Will was struggling with his sexuality, so it made sense. Over the years after he came to terms that he was gay, he figured out what got himself going and touched himself the odd night, but he didn’t want anyone actually putting their hands on him outside what happened in his head. It wasn’t until a few months ago that he found himself wanting to be sexually involved with Richie. Will knew as a teen that eventually one day he would be comfortable enough with someone to let them see his private places, but even though his dick twitched again inside his pants as Richie began peppering kisses along his jaw, he wasn’t quite ready to expose that part of himself yet. However, he still wanted to do something, particularly involving one fantasy of his in which he often humped his pillow to.

Will waited until Richie took his lips off of his neck and kissed him again, placing his hands on his chest and gently pushing him on his back. Richie sighed into Will’s mouth as the latter hovered over him. Moments later, Will swung a leg over Richie’s crotch, lowering himself to sit just inches away from his dick. They’ve made it a rule to leave x amount of space between Richie’s dick and Will when he’s sitting in his lap (it was rarely the other way around) to avoid unwanted boners. And it worked pretty well. Richie would speak up if Will accidentally moved a little too close, and Will would stumble out an apology and scoot backwards, and they would continue doing whatever. But this time, he wanted Richie to get hard.

Richie slid his hands down Will’s waist and down to his ass, giving it a good squeeze before raising his hand and delivering a firm smack to his right cheek. Will let out a shriek that dissolved into a small hum. Richie loved having his hands on his ass, and Will often wondered what else Richie might like to do with his ass– and okay, woah, he needed to calm down, and more importantly keep his dick down at least for now.

Beginning to mouth at Richie’s neck, Will moved his hips forward so that he was sitting over the invisible boundary line on Richie’s crotch.

“Baby,” Richie panted, licking his lips and letting his head fall back onto a pillow. “You might wanna, y’ know, back up a little…”

When Will kept quiet and continued to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck, Richie let out a whine. He did not want to sprint to the bathroom out of humiliation and have to jerk off while Will was in his room, waiting for him to come back and continue to simply kiss him.

“Baby, ‘m gonna get hard…”

Will pulled off and wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck, the long sleeves of his boyfriend’s stolen sweater flapping as he did so, and rested his head on his shoulder. He was extremely grateful to have such a caring boyfriend like Richie, who completely understood that Will wasn’t ready for anything sexual when he brought up taking things to third base in their relationship a long while ago, and Will’s wish to keep things as they are, with makeouts and ass grabs. Richie told him that once he decided he was ready, he would always ask permission to touch him to make sure that he was okay with everything, but said that Will didn’t need to ask to touch him. I will literally never say no, He remembered Richie explaining, If you get home and really want some dick, just use me as you please, no words needed. I’ll be more than happy to assist the monsieur! As…charming as that conversation was, Will didn’t feel right going ahead with this without Richie’s verbal consent.

“Um…” He whispered into Richie’s ear, before feeling his cheeks heat up, causing him to bury his head in the crook of Richie’s neck. Of course, things were just starting to get good and he had to get all shy. When he didn’t move, Richie asked him if there was something wrong. “N-No, no…I, uh,” Will started, screwing his eyes shut even though he knew Richie couldn’t see him. “I’m doing it on purpose…like, not moving back…because I kinda wanna, um, you know…is that okay?”

There was silence for a moment, and Will’s heart was beating out of his chest. He was ready to run out of the room until Richie spoke up.

“Oh…” He said quietly, and then it really clicked. “Oh. Oh! Oh, fuck! Okay, yeah, I get it now,” Richie laughed, calling himself an idiot. His demeanour shifted to a kid in a candy store, asking Will what exactly he wanted to do, his cock beginning to prick up at the idea of finally getting some action with his boyfriend.

Will pulled away from Richie’s neck and faced him, cheeks dusted a rosy pink and his lip flushed between his teeth. Richie couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him.

“Well,” Will began after they parted, eyes glued to Richie’s mug on his bedside table. “I-I wanna keep my clothes on. I don’t want you to see…down there yet.” Richie nodded. He sensed Will’s insecurity in regards to the whole situation and rubbed a hand up and down his back to soothe him a little bit. “But, I still wanna…you know…”

“You want me to give you a handjob over your clothes?” Richie guessed.

“No…” Will replied, but fuck, he never even thought of that. “Well, maybe another time, but I wanna stay in this position…and…move-”

Richie snapped his finger and pointed it at Will. “You wanna grind on me!”

“Would you like a prize?” Will groaned, hand covering his beet-red face.

“The ‘prize’ is gonna be you humping me, baby, fuck…” He groaned, his dick further hardening in his sweatpants. Richie could get fully hard in two minutes, and it was looking like he was going down that road. It was a high probability that Will could feel his dick poking his thigh, but he didn’t say anything about it if he did.

Will didn’t remove his hand from his face after a few moments, and Richie resumed the position of rubbing his back. “Hey, I know I’m never serious, but you better cherish it because I’m going to be right now. If you wanna do this, then let’s do it. We’ll find a good rhythm and it’ll feel really good. If you don’t wanna do it, or wanna stop in the middle then you just tell me. I have no problem with that, okay? I just want to make sure you feel comfortable and enjoy this, and I want you to know that I would never make fun of you if you do something wrong, or come too early, or fart or something, because some things are just bound to happen,” He shrugged his shoulders, “So you have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby, okay?”

Will slowly put his hands back around Richie’s neck and looked into his eyes. He felt much more relaxed because Richie was telling the truth. This wasn’t going to play out perfectly or like studio porn because they were only doing this for the first time, and plus, Will wasn’t getting naked so he didn’t have to fret too much about his body. However, he was still a little on edge because he and Richie weren’t entirely in the same boat. This was going to be Will’s first time doing anything sexual with someone, while Richie, on the other hand, had already lost his virginity before college. He’d admitted that he and his best friend Beverly screwed around here and there, but it was never anything serious. Still, he had more experience than Will, which put a small damper on any confidence he had. However, Will had to push the thought out of his head because this was going to be Richie’s first sexual encounter with a boy, so there was going to be some shared firsts.

“Okay…thank you. I don’t know who you are and what you did with my boyfriend, but-” Will paused upon Richie bursting into laughter and titling himself as Gandhi, which made no sense, but Will just snickered along. “Seriously, I want this.”

Richie vigorously nodded his head. “Okie Dokie! And I know you said you wanted to keep your clothes on, so would you wanna do this in our boxers? I mean, it eliminates two layers, and I think it’ll feel better, but it’s all up to you.”

Will thought about it for a long moment, having only imagined doing this with everything on, but recognized Richie’s point that it would feel better without pants, and nodded his head. “Yeah, okay.”

He rose up and hovered over Richie’s lower half, hooking his hands inside the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down to his ankles before Richie kicked them fully off. Will knew Richie was hard, he could feel his dick against him a few moments ago, but seeing the large tent in his grey boxers made his mouth go dry as he felt a wave of arousal wash over him, blood rushing down to his own hardening cock. When he tore his eyes away to look up at his face, Richie was blushing.

Will crawled towards him and kissed him before they switched positions. Richie pulled down his black track pants and slipped his ankles out of the cuffs before balling it up and throwing it across his room. As he was about to look back to Will and get down to business, he jumped off of the bed and locked his door. He almost forgot to do that, and what a story it would be if Bill came back to the dorm anytime soon and saw some things he shouldn’t. Richie turned back to the beauty on his bed and smirked at him.

“Can this be the part where we get even and I stare at your dick?”

“Shut up!” Will giggled and instinctively closed his legs, before opening them again a few moments after. “Although…I guess it’s only fair, but I’m only a little bit hard…”

Richie could tell. Will was drowning in his sweater, the bottom sightly draping over his crotch, but Richie could still recognize the small bulge in his blue boxers. It wasn’t as prominent as his own, but the only thing he cared about at the moment was the soon reality of Will grinding against him, using him to make himself feel good.

He crawled back on the bed and laid beside Will, the latter resuming to hover over Richie. Panic washed over him as he realized he needed to find a good position, and he gulped. But Richie flew to action, as usual, and wrapped his arms around Will’s waist, pulling him close, but Will’s hips still remained to hover. He assured Richie that he wasn’t going to back out, but he was still a little anxious. They decided to put on some music to try and relieve the stiff tension of silence in the room, and Will thought to himself that rock ‘n’ roll wasn’t exactly the most appropriate for the situation, but it did make things a little less awkward.

Richie would’ve bucked his hips up to make the first move, but Will was too far back, so he couldn’t. But he decided he’d need to give him a little push in the right direction. He leaned up and connected their lips whilst he rubbed Will’s back, and pulled back after Will sighed into his mouth.

“Come on and make yourself feel good baby,” Richie prompted, smirking to himself as he watched Will shut his eyes and bite his lip.

That was it. Of course Richie would be good at talking like he was straight out of Will’s wet dreams. Of course he would be. Will felt his cock begin to ache at his words and decided to get this show on the road. It was no different than what he did in the privacy of his own room, sticking a pillow between his legs and rutting against it until he came, imagining it was Richie anyway, but now he was finally going to be doing the real thing, so he pushed all of his worries behind him. Will sucked in a shaky breath, wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck while he kissed him, and lowered his hips down until he felt his cock lightly brush against his boyfriend’s. They both lightly gasped, barely audible over the music playing, and Richie’s hands flew to Will’s ass, pushing him fully down onto his crotch.

Will weakly thrust his cock against Richie’s, burying his face into the crook of his neck, holding back a whimper at the delicious friction in an attempt to keep silent, as opposed to Richie, who let out a low groan as he bucked his hips up at the same time. Will was much too embarrassed to let any noises slip, unwilling to expose any more parts of himself, but as they picked up a steady rhythm, Richie wondered if Will was enjoying himself. He was cursing and moaning, while Will was solely panting against his neck.

“Will, baby, are you– does this feel good?”

He felt Will nod into his neck, followed by a muffled, “Feels so good.”

“Okay, just making sure,” Richie squeezed his ass before letting out a small grunt as Will jutted his hips forward again. “It’s just because I don’t hear anything and I worry…”

Will mumbled about it being embarrassing, and Richie did his best to reassure him that it’s definitely not embarrassing, but rather hot and a turn on. Will agreed that he liked hearing Richie moan, and the latter told him he would sound so cute if he let the filter slip a little, gently begging him to make some noise for him. One thing about Richie is that he could be quite convincing sometimes, and as a result, in the next few moments Will was letting out soft uh uh uh ‘s into Richie’s ear.

Richie’s dick twitched as he listened to Will and felt his hot breath on his ear. He let out a loud fuck as he leaned his head back onto the pillow. He was so fucking hard in his boxers, cock sticking straight up and stretching the fabric, and he could feel the slightest amount of wetness on his tip. Will wasn’t much different, cock curved to the left inside of his boxers, throbbing and leaking as well.

Raising his head, Will sloppily pressed his lips to Richie’s, shoving his tongue inside of his mouth. Richie tightened his grasp on Will’s ass, pushing him forward and guiding him to move his hips faster. He broke away instantly, turning his head to the side, eyebrows scrunching together and mouth falling slack as he let out a small whimper at the sudden rush of pleasure. Richie couldn’t help but bite at his throat until Will retreated back to burying his face into his neck.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Richie groaned out, “Grinding on me while wearing my sweater, like shit, baby, you could kill me.” Will panted, That’s the goal, into his ear and mouthed at his neck. “I gotta ask,” Richie started, cursing as the friction his cock was receiving began to steadily build a knot in his stomach. “Did making out really rile you up this much?”

“B-Been horny all week,” Will replied, internally screaming because he would never dare say that out loud on a regular day. “Why did I tell you that?” He groaned.

Richie lowly chuckled, “You can’t think straight when you’re feeling so good. Also, welcome to my life whenever you come around.”

“I-I make you horny when we hang out?”

“Fuck yes, I was horny at Taco Bell this morning, I just hide it well and keep it in my pants.”

Will let out an unbashful moan and quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. Oops, he accidentally let one slip. But he forgot about it within seconds, and ground his cock down harder against Richie’s, chasing the waves of pleasure that ran down his spine. Feeling the increased dampness of the fabric around his tip, the tightening of his balls, and his cock having a full-on heartbeat, Will knew he was going to last about five minutes or less.

“F-Fuck, Richie, what do you think about?”

Noticing the sudden change in Will’s behaviour, Richie figured he was getting closer, and he wasn’t too far behind. He bit his lip, bucked his hips up faster, and explained to Will, “I just wanna make you feel good, baby. I-I want you to moan my name, I wanna suck your cock, stick a couple of fingers in you before I fuck your cute little ass real good…” Richie moaned at his own words, feeling the knot in his lower stomach growing.

“Oh, keep talking, please, I’m close!” Will whined loudly, not caring what he sounded like anymore, he was too far gone. He sped his hips up, grinding as fast as he could, cock begging for release.

Richie internally laughed for a moment, having thought nobody would ever ask him to continue talking instead of shutting the fuck up, but shook his head and got back to reality. Will was shaking in his arms, humping him like there was no tomorrow, and the sight was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

“I masturbate to you every night,” Richie moaned, “ I come so hard thinking about you, making you feel good. Last night I imagined sucking you off underneath the table while you draw–”

“Holy fucking shit, yes!” Will practically shouted.

“Yeah? You want me to do that, baby?” Richie panted against Will’s neck.

“Yes yes yes yes yes! Oh shit–I’m gonna–I’m gonna-”

“That’s it, baby, be a good boy and cum for me,” Richie whispered, unknowing of where this sudden pet name came from, but boy did it have a magical effect on Will.

He pulled Richie in as close as he possibly could and stilled his hips, letting out a loud string of cries as he came, boxers filling up with shot after shot of hot cum. Richie could feel it seeping through the fabric, and faster than he could even let Will know, his back arched and he was coming into his own boxers with a roar. Will was trembling in Richie’s arms, and both of their orgasms seemed to go on forever, loud moans echoing the bedroom, but Will eventually slumped down into Richie’s hold, breathing heavily and heartbeat pounding in his ears. Richie was trying to catch his breath as his body relaxed into the mattress, and both of their energy was completely drained, neither one making any move to get up.

Will felt as if his cheeks were on fire, stinging with heat as he came back to his senses and realized that he really just had the most intense orgasm of his life from grinding on his boyfriend…and also came in his underwear and oh my fucking shit he came in his underwear and it felt disgusting and there was probably an enormous stain–

“Hey, you alive?” Richie poked his back.

“Yeah.”

“Good. That was fucking amazing!”

“Yeah, it was,” Will smiled, pecking him on the cheek.

There was silence for a moment.

“So…” Richie started, turning to face Will. “Do you actually wanna do that stuff I said? Or did you just say yes in the heat of the moment…”

Will reached up and began swirling Richie’s hair with his fingers. “I do, but not yet. I mean, you haven’t even seen my dick yet, but we can work up to everything if you want to do it too.”

Eagerly nodding, Richie replied, “Fuck yes. Yes, I want to. Whenever you’re ready, though. I don’t want to put any pressure on you.”

“Thank you,” Will hummed and gently pressed his lips against Richie’s.

“Of course,” Richie said, “So, about you being horny all week–”

Will cringed and sat up on Richie’s lap. “Uh, we don’t need to talk about that…” He placed his hands in front of his crotch as he looked at Richie.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t get out of it,” Richie motioned for Will to take his hands away. “We’re both sporting a lake here, so lemme see.”

Slowly pulling his hands back, Will let Richie look at his stained boxers. He looked to Richie’s, and couldn’t help but giggle as he noticed a recognizable pattern in the mess. Richie looked up to him, his face deadpanned, and eyebrow raised as if to say, What the fuck are you laughing at?

“Oh, no I’m not–I would never–” Will just pointed to his crotch. “It looks like a heart!”

Richie looked down, cracking into a smile. “Holy shit, it does! Just for you, baby,” He said, making kissing noises in Will’s direction. “And I think I see a pattern in yours! It’s…a fuck ton of cum!”

“Charming,” Will replied. He looked down for the first time, and yeah, that is a fuck ton of cum. It was drying too, and becoming sticky and gross. “I think I need to go clean up. But I’m all sweaty, so can I take a shower?”

“Mi casa es su casa! Just wash out your boxers and put them in my laundry, I’ll wash it for you.” Richie was definitely going to wash it. Totally not right after he jerked off to it. No way!

When Will climbed off of the bed, Richie went into his closet and fetched him a towel. “Now, do you want to go commando when you get out or do you want to borrow one of my boxers?”

Will’s eyes lit up at the idea of getting to wear something of Richie’s. He loved wearing or using anything that belonged to his boyfriend, like his sweater and towel. He’s even stolen a few shirts from Richie’s dresser when he uses the bathroom. “I’ll just borrow yours, but I think my pants are dirty too,” He innocently complained, but Richie saw right through him.

“Oh yeah? Is my sweater, too? Do you want me to give you another one?”

“You gave this to me! And no, I think it’s just fine the way it is.”

Richie playfully shook his head as he got out a pair of red track pants, a pair of boxers, and a bonus Motley Crue t-shirt to make Will happy because why the hell not. He liked to tease Will for his obsession of wearing his stuff, but he couldn’t deny that he didn’t look absolutely adorable in everything.

Richie laid on the bed scrolling on his phone, patiently waiting for Will to return. He’d picked out his own clothes to change into once he took a shower afterwards, and luckily, Will only took a few minutes and was soon back in the room. Richie did a double-take on him because it looked like Will was being swallowed by his clothes. Will was shorter than he was, so the pants slightly dragged on the floor and the t-shirt looked more like a short dress than anything. His hair was long and wet, no longer looking floofy, unfortunately, but he still looked-

“So fucking cute,” Richie squealed at him, hopping off the bed and pinching his cheek once again.

Will whacked his hand away. “Stop it!” He lightly laughed.

Richie couldn’t believe how lucky he was to end up with a complete treasure like Will, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. And even though he’d spent all day with him, it still wasn’t enough.

“Hey, why don’t you stay the night?” Richie invited, “We can eat nearly expired iced cream and I promise we’ll find something fun to do!” Ever since mid-terms began, they each balanced their time between studying and hanging out, which meant neither of them stayed overnight. But now that bullshit was done and over so Richie wanted to make up for lost spooning in the night and burnt toast breakfasts.

“Yeah, sure, but I don’t care about doing something fun, I just wanna cuddle with you for hours after you shower…” Will looked up at him dreamily. “So get to it! You smell!”

“Yes, sir!” Richie saluted and slapped Will’s ass as he walked out of the room.

He grinned to himself the entire time he was in the shower. They seriously just humped each other and came together! What the fuck! Richie would be furious if he awoke from a dream any second, but luckily it was real. Everything was real. What a lovesick puppy he was.

When he came back to the room, Will was bundled up on his bed in the blankets and had his arms outstretched for Richie to climb in with him. He looked like a giant fluffy marshmallow, and Richie would be damned if he didn’t dive into bed and hold him in his arms for as long as possible. Hopefully forever.

#i love my babies #ryers #notsfw #richie tozier #will byers #stranger things #it

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bethsteaclub · 4 years

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My First GB

Some of you have asked me to write about my first time having sex but that was really boring and by the books. He was my first bf in high school and the first guy to ask me out. We were in the same edgy anime, punk rock friend group at school. We didn’t really click but I was a huge nerd in high school and was very flattered to get asked out at all. I had a fairly big glow up the last few year. High school me was a dork and I looked and acted the part. He was my first partner and it was nothing to write home about.

So instead I’m going to tell you about my first gang bang. Which actually wasn’t too long after my first time It was about 3 months later. First I should say this experience was when I was a minor and it was with adults. At the time and now looking back it was mutual and I don’t hold too many bad feelings about the experience. That being said it was adults taking advantage of me when I lacked the experience and knowledge I do now. This might upset some of you but now I am over it and have met and hooked up with some of these men as recently as a year ago. So I am over the issues it all brings.

Ok, so I was about 15/16 years old and staying over night at my friends house for her birthday. There was 5 of us including my friend staying over for the party. I drew the short straw and had to sleep on the ground which was very uncomfortable for me. Around 1am after they had gone to bed I decided I was going to go downstairs and get some water. My friend also told me if I can’t fall asleep on the ground I can sleep on the couch downstairs.

When I get down there my friends dad had some of his friends over and they had ben drinking. I ran into him in the kitchen and he asked me how the party was and if I couldn’t sleep. Your basic small talk. I know some of you are probably wondering what I was wearing. Well it was nothing special at all. Basic underwear and pyjama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. Plus bed head. I wasn’t looking like any kind of snack I assure you of that.

Following our small talk he asks me if I can carry out some beers for him since he had to carry a bunch. I helped him out and go to the back patio where his friends are. There was 5 all together including my friends dad. They had been drinking and chatting for hours by that point and they were clearly tipsy but still very much ok. I know this is a normal night for them in the summer. Sitting out there chatting and drinking is how they like to spend their time.

I go out and I can tell most of them are thinking “Why is she here?”. My friends dad tells them I was helping carry some beers out and one of them asks me to sit with them. The others overall seem reluctant but he and my friends dad insisted so I did. Nothing was too weird after I joined them. They just chatted with each other about this and that till my friends dad offered me beer. It was the middle of summer and it was really hot outside even at night. I considered water but I wanted to drink with them. I had stolen alcohol from my parents and others before but never had an adult offer it to me till this point. I wasn’t sure but decided to have some. They started to ask me questions about school and life.

I can now looking back and see where they started to condition and lead me into what happened. My friends dad got closer and more touchy and he was saying how I’m more “mature” than the other girls. Through their questions I let out that I had a bf not long before then and that he was my first time. They teased me in a fun playful way about it and made me feel comfortable about telling them all that. He also at the same time worked in how hot it is outside eventually leading to how I must be hot. He asked me if was wearing anything under my pyjamas. When I told him I was wearing underwear, he told me how I would feel more comfortable if I took off my pyjamas bottoms and that my t-shirt is long enough to cover me up. Which the rest of them also agreed with. I told him how it would be weird to take it off in front of them and how I don’t think my t-shirt is actually long enough.

Through the alcohol and them not making me feel weird about it I went around the side of the house and took it off. Looking back they made sure I didn’t go inside to do it and made sure I was still outside so I wouldn’t get cold feet and back out. When I took my bottoms off I noticed how my t-shirt really wasn’t long enough. It barely went past my butt, but it was too late. I was already standing there outside holding my pyjamas bottoms in my hand. I walk around the corner as confident as I could tugging my t-shirt down as much as I could. They cheered when they saw me and I lifted my pyjamas bottoms in my hand over my head and shook it in celebration with them. When I went to sit down I was embarrassed by how short my t-shirt was but they didn’t seem to notice or say anything about how short it was. They focused mostly on complementing me. They told me how nice my skin is and how pretty I am and how mature I am. How other girls my age wouldn’t hangout with them like that. All while my friends dad keeps giving me more beer and gets more handsy with me. Having been a nerd that no guys had an interest in had me over the moon. I was extremely flattered.

Before I knew it I was making out with my friends dad. When I say making out I mean MAKING OUT! None of that teen crap. Full on adult French kissing with his tongue down my throat and his hands all over me. He pulled me right into him and started to try and lift me up onto his lap facing him. I become more aware of myself when he tries to do that and I remember how short my tshirt is and how there’s a bunch of them watching this. He tells me not to worry about them and pulls me onto his lap anyways. Now I’m sitting on his lap facing him with my pantie butt out in the open for them all to see. All while we kiss and he grabs at my body. I feel someone other than him touch my butt and I break out of my trance. He tells me how I should kiss the others too. How it’s rude for him to hog me.

Before I know it I’m getting pushed off his lap and I’m standing with 2 of the others who suddenly take my t-shirt off. I wasn’t wearing a bra so my boobs where out in the air now. When I realized I went to cover them with my hands but one of them were already on me kissing me. While I was busy with that one of them pulled my underwear down. I could then feel them all grabbing at me and they turned my head this way and that to kiss me. I was dizzy and had spit all over my face when it all suddenly stopped and my friends dad told me how they want to continue but it’s up to me if they do. How if I want to be a good sport I would let them continue and not tell anyone. I was drunk, dizzy and extremely horny from what they had already done to me. I had no idea what was coming so I said yes. Then began the next 4 hours which now looking back really set the tone for the rest of my life.

My friends dad pushed me onto the table, turned me around, picked me up and placed me on the table. He then took off the panties which have been at my feet this whole time. He then revealed his penis. Which for my today wouldn’t be much of a big deal. But to me back then it was a whole other thing entirely. It was nothing like the virgin teen dick I had 3 months prior. This was an experienced adult dick. A dick that fathered 3 children. I was not ready but I was in for the crash course. He slammed it into me with no remorse whatsoever. I can’t imagine the face I made but I’m sure I made many like it over the year. I groaned so intently and let out all my breath as he entered me. I had groaned loud enough that one of the others suddenly placed their hand over my mouth. But the experience was too intense for me to hold back or worry about that. I kept moaning and groaning. He came hard only my stomach. Before he could even finish one of the others dragged me off the table and pushed me to my knees so I could give him a blow job.

I could still feel my friends dads dick inside my pussy but I was already giving a sloppy blowjob. The 5 of them had their way with me, either with my pussy or my mouth or both at the same time. That is until one of them wanted to take my anal virginity and but wanted to do it right. He took me to the bathroom to give me my first enema. Which is something I do almost daily now. I can’t speak for what he did exactly because I was very much not in my head at that point but I do remember it working well enough and him fucking my ass in the tub with my top half slouched out of the tub. I also remember not being a fan of anal when he did do that. My little butt was not ready for an adult dick in there and for sure not someone so aggressive. Once he had carefully taken my anal virginity he took me back to the other who were annoyed with him for hogging me. On the other hand they were very happy with what he had done to my ass. They then continued to double penetrate me and fuck me silly till a little after 6am. They then all left and my friends dad cleaned me up in the shower got me dressed and gave me one of his wife’s birth control pills. I fell asleep on the couch to get woken up by my friends dad about an hour later. No one had gotten up like he expected yet and he was horny again.

He pounded me into the couch. I was not in the best condition when my friends woke up. I was loopy to say the least due to no sleep, still being very drunk and well…all the fucking. My friends dad dropped me back home with the others thinking I wasn’t feeling well. He made sure to tell me its our secret. I left in and didn’t wake up till about 4pm that day. It all felt like a dream when I did finally wake up but I could still feel them on and in my body. I didn’t like it and felt gross but also at the same time it made me really wet. Following that time I was with my friends dad 2 more times and 2 of the others a few times as well. I was never with all 5 of them at the same time again. Thats the best way I can put what happened to me that night. It was a lot of firsts for me and I still think about it all the time.

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lovedaisyandeleanor · 4 years

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Let’s Go Camping!

With SO much uncertainty (are you tired of hearing that yet) our summer plans are so much in flux, it was definitely difficult to get things scheduled on the calendar. Before we knew it, we were already at mid-June and next to NOTHING scheduled on our summer activity calendar. After spending some time on the Reservation site, I quickly booked as many weekends as possible!

We ended up scoring one-night at an Idaho City Back country yurt, two days before the reservation date! We went up with our faithful camping buddies (the Scott’s) and had a fabulous time kicking off the summer camping season!

The first trip is always the hardest, trying to get ourselves all organized and situated. It was nice that is was only one-night and we didn’t head up until Saturday afternoon, meaning we had Friday night to prep and Saturday morning to pack up.

We got to the yurt parking area just after 2, and loaded up our wagon and made the 1/2 mile trek to the yurt. The dogs LOVED the walking trail to the yurt and it was nice knowing that it was completely private and we didn’t have to worry about other dogs (or people) riling them up.

After a few trips back and forth from the truck with our stuff, we settled into our new surroundings. Because we were only there for less than 24 hours, we tried to soak up as much time as we could. My favorite part of the yurt is the privacy - we could let the kids (and dogs) run around to their hearts content, and didn’t have to really worry about them wandering off or making too much noise.

We did a mini-hike (it was way shorter than we thought after the trail ended unexpectedly), made dinner, had s’mores and time around the campfire. It was a bit of a rough night sleeping (I shared the top bunk with Eleanor) but doable - especially with the wood burning stove to keep us warm all night.

The next morning went by QUICK by the time we got up and settled, we pretty much had to start packing and cleaning. It was a great trip though! Perfect to get our feet wet in the camping season.

The next weekend we headed out to a new (to us) campground - Bull Trout Lake. It was a little further out than we usually go, but it was SO worth it. I took a 1/2 day off Friday (and it was Darnell’s birthday so he took the whole day off) and that allowed us to get out of town a little earlier than normal.

The site was beautiful - super spacious and we backed up to the lake! But that also meant a TON of mosquitoes (ugh, I was just barely recovered from the previous weekend). It also meant that the church group (with a LOT of youth) came tramping through our campsite to access the lake...while that got old quickly, I tried to count ourselves fortunate that we scored a great spot (especially considering I booked it just a week prior). I booked a double site because it was available and we thought for sure we’d have another family join us - but all of our standbys were busy that weekend. So, we ended up at a bigger site just to ourselves (I will say, it was super nice to have the extra space (and table!)).

The first night was fun. The girls have always been good camping sleepers, giving Darnell and I a nice ‘date night’ by the campfire. It did get COLD at night (the poor dogs were not used to the cold) but the girls didn’t complain one bit - they even slept in the next morning giving Darnell and I quiet time then too!

After breakfast we decided to make the 20 mile drive up to Stanley to see the Sawtooth Mountains - and it was SO worth it! The drive was pretty, and we ended up stopping in Stanley for a late lunch/hangout. Darnell got beer, and I got a hot coffee, and the girls got scoops of ice cream :)

On the drive back we stopped at Stanley Lake and the girls got to play on the beach for a bit. The weather was a bit unpredictable (sprinkling one minute, sunny the next) so I didn’t let them get all the way in the water, but Daisy waded up past her knees and Eleanor was content playing in the sand.

We ended up making friends with the couple at the neighboring campsite, and their little girl. She and Eleanor had fun playing together and it was nice to have them be dual entertained. After cooking/eating dinner we spent the night around their campfire sharing stories and having some adult social time - fun!

Overall it was a GREAT trip. The bugs were a major bummer, but luckily the girls were relatively unaffected by them. We are tired, but rested in other ways :)

#summer #camping #2020

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connorparry42794 · 4 years

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April 16th 2020

We have been in quarantine for a few weeks now. I’m pretty sure I am losing my mind. I had a full on breakdown the other day. I was so bored, walking around the house with nothing to do. I had the day off from both jobs, and needed some entertainment. I begged Cameron and Arrianna to play a game with me and they told me “no”, and I lost my shit. I don’t know how they do it. Neither of them or my mom are working. Yet, they sit around all day looking at the same tv screens without moving. They sleep all day, stay up all night, and eat nonstop. I continue to have both jobs during this, and I STILL can’t cope with not being able to see my friends or going out on the weekends. Maybe we are all just built different, maybe they can handle doing nothing, or maybe (and this is what I truly think) their depression is so bad that they don’t even notice it. I’ve been trying to keep myself as busy as I can to try and stay sane, because I know that I’m prone to spiral down if I don’t keep myself busy. This quarantine is making it difficult for me though.

We have to wear masks at both my jobs now, enforced by the governor. The masks we are provided are just old cut up T-shirts. They proved no protection from anything. It’s all just a show for the public, just another example showing it doesn’t matter what top healthcare professionals are saying, everything is for the image. The masks aren’t there to protect us workers or the populace, just to keep us calm. The same can be said for the gloves I've been forced to wear for the last few weeks now. One pair of gloves for the whole shift, despite how many different peoples hands I touch during the shift. It’s not about protection, it’s about the idea of protection.

Josh and I have been on rocky water. He is such an unusual character and I will admit that he annoys me, but there's a certain part of me that just can’t help but feel bad for him, maybe that’s why I continue to give him my attention, or maybe I really do have feelings for him. I haven’t decided yet. His latest antic really pissed me off though. A few days ago, I woke up with a sore throat. Not thinking anything about it, I messaged him about it. He asked how I was feeling and what else was wrong. Thinking he was just concerned about me, I mentioned how my back was sore as well. Then he recalled how I felt warm the other day when we were together. I agreed that perhaps I was coming down with something. He immediately went to his job and told his boss that I wasn't feeling well and that me and him had broken self isolation rules to hangout a few days prior. He was sent home from work, and the bank asked me to get tested for Covid-19. If I didn’t get tested then the whole bank was in risk of being shut down. As annoyed as I was that Josh did what he did, I got “tested”. I didn't want to be the reason a bunch of people lost their job during these times. I called the doctors office and answered a few questionnaires and then had to wait for a video chat with a nurse. Only for them to say I didn't need to be tested because my symptoms weren’t consistent with that of coronavirus. So that was a fun stressful day. The kicker being that after all was said and done, and Josh was able to go back to work, he texted me asking if we could hangout later this week. He truly is clueless sometimes.

A welcome addition to my life right now is Mike. I started talking to him on grindr (I know). We immediately hit it off. We have so much in common including video games, books, our hobbies, and our general attitudes and perspectives on life. I’m not sure what he thinks of me, our interaction so far has been completely platonic, which I’m content with, but I also wouldn't mind pursuing something further in the future, if it felt right for both of us. I’m not going to try and think too much about it, especially since it will be a while before we actually get to hang out in person because of this quarantine. For now, he is a welcome distraction.

This is all I can think of to talk about. If I think of more I’ll just make a new post or something. Hopefully I will continue this in the future. There’s something therapeutic about putting your thoughts down in words.

-Connor

#journal #Josh #Mike #covid19 #depression #family

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gonzagasearchsecrets-blog · 5 years

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Gonzaga Search Secrets

Hello everyone,

Some of you are going to be very angry at me for making this post. If you are one of those people I’m sorry that you think secrets make a cohesive and friendly campus experience, but they do not. This post is for everyone who did not have the chance to or is still thinking about attending the Search retreat at Gonzaga University in Spokane, WA. It is also for the people who feel excluded from their friend group by constantly being told “you just need to go”. Consider this a tell-all review of one of Gonzaga’s best kept secrets.

Search is a denomination agnostic retreat offered 4 times a year at Gonzaga University for current undergraduates. The search retreats usually sellout for the entire year in August before the school year even starts so it is near impossible to be able to go as a Freshman unless you know prior and most of the people there are Sophomores or higher. I’ll give a quick rundown of the timeline of events and what you can expect:

Day 1:

You leave from Cataldo circle and arrive at Bozarth mansion in the evening. You do some ice breakers and meet your retreat leaders and then you do this really obnoxious song thing that the leaders have made up. Get used to this song, because you will be doing it multiple times a day and it will be painful every time. You have a few moments to hangout and then it’s off to bed. I have to say that the dorms are pretty decent and the food is solid.

Day 2:

Here’s were things get weird. The leaders have little speeches throughout the day about events in their life that usually coincide with a certain theme. They tell pretty personal stories about self worth and loss of faith in God. You have a journal session after that and then everyone is broken up into guys and girls for small groups.

They have some VERY probing questions in these groups about sex life, depression, relationships, you name it. The leaders do not ask directly about these things but they do encourage people to get deep on these topics. People who I had just met talked about suicidal thoughts, sexual assault, parents being abusive, etc. Why should you tell all these people who you barely know about all these personal things? What’s to stop them from spreading the information later on when we are back on campus. People tell me that this is their favorite part of Search, but is it so that they can vent? Or is it because they like to hear to fucked up things that have happened to other people and feel superior and have dirt on them? The worst part is all of these people with serious issues were not encouraged to seek mental help after and as far as I know they never did. Just a lot of pats on the back and there-there’s for them in the small group.

After that, another annoying song and then you get introduced to the idea of Fred. Fred is a metaphor for God and he has “prepared” a nice little pamphlet thing of all the things that you like. You can usually figure out at this point that they sent out some sort of questionnaire to your parents and friends to see what you like to make this thing. I never felt more alone in my life than reading all the things that my parents thought I still liked from middle school. Maybe this would have been cool if they had done better research or if my relationships were better with my parents.

There are a few big secret reveals that night. One of them is that you have letters waiting on your bed from your loved ones and friends. This was a cool thing that they did and I did appreciate it. This practice is similar to a Kairos retreat if you’ve been to one of those. The next big secret is the reveal that there are a shit ton of people that have been hiding around the mansion helping to do things. They have this massive skit/play which is pretty funny and then they talk about how they are sponsors for certain searchers. They then proceed to tell embarrassing stories about you that they got from your friends which is kind of shitty and an invasion of privacy in my opinion but it is all in good fun. One thing that did freak me out though is that there were videos shown of you throughout the week that were taken by your friends or by people who had been at Search before. Pretty creepy to say the least.

This is a common theme as throughout the night they reveal more and more teams of people that helped plan the event and what they did to help. They have Search alum from across the world send in videos about how they are praying for you and it all culminates in a final ceremony where they have you burn a piece of wood to represent your sins/fears/anxiety or whatever.

Day 3:

Not much to say for this day. You have breakfast, another small group, and then you get to go into the attic area to see that they have murals put in place for each Search retreat that has happened since the beginning. That’s right, just when you thought you were finally in the club there’s an even higher club that you can try to get into. It was cool to see but it just continued the theme of me feeling like I don’t belong and excluded. You take the bus home and you see all the people who helped out waving to you at random points along the way which I thought was a nice touch.

Overall, not the best experience for me personally but I can see why people would enjoy it if they had a good friend group at Gonzaga and stable mental health. I was in a really rough spot mentally and already feeling excluded in other parts of my life which is why some of the things I outlined above probably impacted me more than they should have. I was also salty because I was a senior going on the last retreat for the year so I couldn’t even help out in the future like my other friends. The truth needs to be known though. I’ve seen Search used more as a tool of exclusion than a tool for good at my time at Gonzaga and it needs to stop. No more exclusion, only transparency. The best is yet to come.

#kairos #gonzaga #gonzaga university #retreat #search #search secrets #secrets #tbiytc #religon #catholocism #jesuit #mental health

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megwritesfanfiction · 6 years

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KWP - Supernova (BNHA, Kacchako)

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia. I am not making a profit off of this.

A/N: Okay, Kirishima is becoming too fun to write...

This prompt continues: First Days Fragile Roses Rematch

AO3

“Dude…”

Bakugo sighed, jaw clenched as his hands tightened around his coffee mug. “I really didn’t take a three hour train ride to listen to you bust my balls,” he grumbled.

“Just…” Kirishima shook his head, folding his arms in front of his chest as he looked at his friend in disappointment. “How can I not bust your balls?”

The blonde scowled sinking further into his seat. He set his eyes to the window next to him, watching strangers disappear down the sidewalk. Bakugo couldn’t even argue with him.

“You didn’t kiss her!” Kirishima exclaimed, slamming his fists against the table. “I’m pretty sure the purpose of your three hour train ride is for me to bust your balls.” It had been about a week since the school year had ended, and Kirishima had been more than surprised when his hot headed friend decided to pay him a visit.

Technically, Bakugo’s train wide was two hours and thirty minutes. “Can you drop it?!”

“No,” Kirishima stated with an unsure shrug. “Isn’t that the reason you’re here for me to talk some sense into you?” Oh how the tables had turned.

Bakugo’s teeth ground together as a ragged hiss escaped him, “How the hell was I supposed to know she wanted me to kiss her?” What else was he supposed say? He couldn’t say he was here to hangout. For a moment, he considered telling the red head he was sick of dealing with his parents, but even that excuse felt weak at this point.

Honestly, Bakugo hadn’t planned on telling Kirishima about the missed kiss. He wasn’t sure how they’d started talking about it. Kirishima had mentioned something about school. The subject of school lead to their class. Talking about class lead to the subject of Uraraka.

Before Bakugo knew it, he was telling him about what happened during their sparring match.

How their match ended with him pinning her to the ground.

Not kissing her.

“From what you told me,” Kirishima cast him a small sorry-not-sorry frown. “You should have known.”

Bakugo growled.

“Dude, she got you chocolate for Valentine’s Da-“

“She got some for Deku, too,” Bakugo spat venomously.

“You also got her flowers that she happily took and then invited you to dinner after.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes huffing, “It was the cafeteria.”

“You all have been hanging out more since White’s Day!”

They really hadn’t hung out at all prior to White’s Day. “Tch.”

“Look, man up,” the redhead insisted, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

Bakugo tightened his arms in front of his chest, eyes narrowing murderously.

“You can look at me all pissy with your stank face if you want to, but I’m right,” Kirishima insisted, giving a hard glare of his own. “I get that it’s hard for you to embrace your feelings. And, you’re one of those ‘I’mma bite you before you can bite me’ hot tempered people. I get it, dude.”

“Are you finished, Freud?” Bakugo was suddenly regretting mentioning what had happened in the gym

“You’re an asshole.”

He wasn’t wrong, but… “Fuck you, shitty hair!”

“But, you’re not a bad person,” Kirishima told him. “Underneath that bundle of rage, repressed emotions, fowl language-“

“I get it! I have issues!”

“You’re a good guy,” the redhead told him seriously. “And if you keep hesitating and playing games, you won’t have chance with her.”

Bakugo sighed, exhaling some of the rage bubbling inside him, “So, what the hell do I need to do?”

That was probably as close to “Okay, you’re right” Kirishima would ever hear from him. “Ask her out.”

“Where?”

“Lunch, dinner…” Kirishima shrugged. “What does she like besides food?”

“She likes…” Bakugo’s lips twisted as he stared blankly in front of him. Why the hell was this hard? “Pink, mochi, stars…”

“So take her to dinner and go look at stars.”

“Really?”

“You asked for my advice.”

“I’m suddenly regretting it,” Bakugo huffed, running a tired hand over his face.

“I’m telling you,” Kirishima insisted. Placing his hands to his hips, he allowed a wide grin to overtake his face. “Take her to dinner, get some mochi, and go find a spot to look at stars. Find some constellations, planets, the moon, some supernovas, an-“

“How the hell are we supposed to find a supernova?!”

“Figure it out. You’re missing the point-“

Bakugo was pretty sure Kirishima must have missed the whole astronomy unit they’d taken this past year.

“The point is you need to ask her out! Dinner, mochi, and a supernova.” The redhead nodded proudly. “Keep it simple.”

“If we are able to see a supernova, that would probably kill the mood and us, you moron,” Bakugo informed as he pulled out his phone. “Not so romantic.”

“Whatever.” Kirishima snickered, “Then make sure she sees exploding stars behind her eyes when you kiss her this time.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“No you don’t. You totally love me. You can say it.”

Bakugo snarled, pulling up Uraraka’s phone number, “No.”

“Well, I’m manly enough to admit it.”

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too, bro,” Kirishima grinned, leaning over to tap his friend’s hand and ignoring the warning growl. “So, what are you going to say?”

Why was the hell was he friends with this idiot?

“Dude, don’t tell me you’re texting her?”

“I swear to god,” Bakugo mumbled, slamming his phone on the table. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Kirishima rolled his eyes, “Call her.”

“What?! Why!?”

“You don’t send a text message to ask a girl out. Trust me.”

No. No way. Not ever. No.

Kirishima snatched his phone, quickly pushing the button to call Uraraka and setting it on speaker. “This is your moment!” He slid the phone across the table with a grin. “I believe in you!”

“What the hell!?” Bakugo panicked hearing the ringing. “What did you do!?” He hissed.

“Hello?”

Kirishima pointed at the phone. “Answer it!” He mouthed pointing at the phone.

“Hello?”

Fuck. Goddamn it. Shit. Bakugo quickly picked up the phone, glaring daggers at his friend across from him, “Hello.”

“Bakugo?”

Why the hell did she sound so surprised? “Yeah. What’s up?”

Kirishima shook his head, brows wrinkling in confusion. “Really?” He mouthed. “Not manly! Did you think to try ‘How are you’ or-“

“I’m well. Just enjoying our time off. How are you doing?”

Bakugo pointed a warning finger at him. “I’m alright,” he spoke in the phone. “I was wondering…”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah…?” Kirishima whispered giving a bright smile and two thumbs up.

“Did you want to hangout sometime this week?”

“Of course.” Her voice was soft and excited. “What did you wanna do?”

“I mean, you didn’t officially ask her out, but,” Kirishima mouthed. “Good job, man. Proud of you!” His hands clapped together quietly as he continued listening.

That idiot was a dead man.

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“I’m happy you called me,” Uraraka smiled, turning her head to face him as she stretched out against the grass. Her hands rested against her stomach, heels clicking together before she looked back up to the stars. “I’m kinda surprised you did.”

Bakugo frowned, turning to face her, “Why?”

“You don’t strike me as a person who calls people,” she shrugged innocently as her eyes traced random dashes between stars. “I figured you were more of a text message person.”

He was.

“But, I’m glad you called,” she repeated, grin widening as she turned to him once more. “You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

“Tch, I don’t mind.” If he could deal with train ride to see hair for brains, Bakugo could withstand the three hour ride to Suzuka.

“I could’ve met you halfway, you know.”

“I already told you I don’t mind.” There was an irrational nagging part of his brain that didn’t like the idea of her taking the train alone at night despite the fact that Bakugo knew Uraraka could hold her own.

He’d seen that girl lift twice her body weight and had experienced her fury.

He knew she could take care of herself, but couldn’t shake worrying about her.

“I had to take the train to get here anyway,” she smirked.

“Well, next time I’ll come to your town.”

The thought of next time made her heart skip a beat. “There’s not as much to do there,” she shrugged a little.

“Because we did so much today,” he scoffed with a little smirk.

“We did!” Uraraka cheered. “We had ramen, went walking, got mochi and now,” she drawled, poking his shoulder. “We are stargazing.”

It was honestly the best afternoon he had in awhile. “I’m sure we could do those things outside of Tsu.” His fingers dug into the grass as he sighed.

“I’m sure we could do those things in Tokyo, too,” she whispered, curling her fingers into his hoodie and giving it a little tug as she looked at him grinning.

“We can.” They would.

Uraraka rolled to her side, resting her forearm underneath her face as her other arm stretched out between them, “I wish there were more stars though.”

“You mean you wish there were less lights,” he smirked, turning to face her.

“Whatever gets me more stars.” She grinned as her knuckles brushed against his palm. Uraraka scooted closer to him as she tilted her face to meet his gaze.

“We’ll have to go the mountains then,” Bakugo told her softly. “A lot less light pollution.”

Uraraka sat up, leaning over him. She tentatively brought a hand to his face as she glanced down into red eyes. “You’ll take me sometime?” She whispered moving closer to him.

He nodded, swallowing loudly at the weight of her eyes.

“We’ll have a picnic?”

“Of course,” he breathed quietly, staring at her mouth. Bakugo never found himself hesitating until he found himself caught in her eyes. The sound of his heartbeat thudded in his ears as one of her hands tentatively crawled up his chest.

What the hell was he so afraid of?

Her lips curled into a slow smirk. Soft brown eyes falling at half mast.

He panted softly against her lips, paralyzed.

“Yeah,” she leaned down, brushing her nose against his.

Bakugo leaned up closing the distance between their lips.

Crawling to her knees, she cradled his face in her hands as they slowly moved away from each other. “You kissed me,” she murmured against his lips with a small smile.

“I did.” He sat up a little, touching one her hands resting against this cheek.

“About time,” Uraraka grinned as a soft laugh escaped her lips.

His eyes narrowed playfully, pressing their foreheads together, “Don’t start with me, cupcake.”

“What?” She whispered innocently, eyes shining.

“You know exactly what.” Bakugo placed another kiss to her lips. Pressing a little longer this time as he savored the feeling of his nerves dissolving.

She giggle into the kiss, tracing her fingertips to his hair. “I think,” she murmured. “I think we definitely need more stars.”

“I’ll do you one better,” Bakugo promised capturing her lips once more.

He’d show her a supernova.

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currentlyfangirrling · 6 years

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Taxi (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

AN: In which a young girl goes to New York for the first time and accidentally gets into an already occupied Taxi.

Warnings: none

It’s my first night in New York for my friend, Sarah’s bachelorette party. My friend, Claire, and I came a day early before everyone else came. We wanted to explore New York by ourselves first prior to Sarah making the plans and controlling everything that we did for the next few days.

We made my way to the hotel and checked in. Once we got into our hotel room, I unpacked my bags and took a shower to rinse off all the traveling we had done today.

As we got ready to go out, we took a few shots before leaving the hotel room. We were both only 20, but we didn’t pay for fake IDs just so that we wouldn’t use them.

We made our way down to the lobby to grab a taxi to take us out to dinner. Getting a taxi to stop and pick us up was hard. Really hard. Almost impossible.

We eventually decided to just walk down the street to a bar for dinner instead. It was a nice bar in a way. It wasn’t too crowded but crowded enough to make causal conversation with a stranger. Claire and I liked to dare each other to talk to strangers so that we would become more confident, and it usually got us free drinks when we talked to the right guys.

After we ate and had a couple of drinks with a few people, we were ready to go clubbing. I was already drunk, unlike Claire who seemed perfectly fine. I’m such a lightweight, it’s horrible.

Claire managed to grab us a taxi to take us to the club. I stumbled my way into the taxi and shut the door.

“Where to?” The man asked. “Cielo club, please,” Claire answered.

As we walked into the club, I made my way to the bar to order another drink. Claire stopped me before I could tell the bartender what I wanted, “Is that a good idea?” I laughed at her, “I like to think it is.” I answered her.

After I finished off my drink, I ran towards the dance floor and I dragged Claire with me. Next thing I know, Claire was already grinding up against some guy.

I was starting to realize how exhausted I was from dancing and needed to take a break, so I left and made my way to the bar again. I ordered another drink and dipped on it as I checked my phone. It was half past 1 and I wasn’t even close to being tired.

I shut off my phone and made my way to the dance floor again. Claire had managed to come up to me and introduced me to her man. “This is John. He works on Wall Street!” Claire had a huge smile on her face as he was wrapping his arms around her waist. He was cute. And successful apparently considering he was dressed in nice clothing and wore a Rolex on his wrist.

“Nice to meet you! I’m (Y/N)!” I introduced myself as I continued to dance. John and Claire continued to dance with each other for a while until Claire told me that she was planning on going back to his place. I nodded at her and told her loudly that I have her on find friends so that John could hear me. I had to make sure that he knew I would know where she was at all times and he better not be some creepy psycho.

They stayed a while, but once they left so did I. When I went outside it was cold and raining. I tried to stay dry, but it was practically impossible. I managed to get myself a cab so that I could go back o the hotel to sleep.

When I went to open the door and got inside, I looked to my right to see a man sitting next to me. “Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize this was taken,” I said, reaching for the door handle to get out.

The man looked at me soaking wet and shivering, “Wait, where are you headed?” He said, tapping my arm and stopping me from getting out. “The Roosevelt Hotel,” I managed to say. I was still a little drunk and was starting to become exhausted.

“That’s on my way! We can share,” he said. His voice sounded familiar in a way. I turned back to look at him when I realized that the person I was sharing my taxi with was Sebastian Stan.

I rubbed my eyes at first because I thought it was my drunk mind playing tricks on me, but it wasn’t. This was real and I was star struck. “If you want? I just assumed that you didn’t want to stand in the rain and wait on another cab,” he said, snapping me out of my trance.

“Yeah. Yeah. Thank you,” I said, smiling at him. I was shocked and confused. I probably looked like shit also. Damn it! I totally know that I look like shit. I’m standing in front of the sexiest avenger and I look like roadkill.

“It’s not problem. I’m Sebastian,” he said reaching out his hand to shake mine.

“I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand. This isn’t real.

“Nice to meet you too,” Sebastian was so polite. He then instructed the taxi driver to drop me off at my hotel. As we started to move towards my hotel, Sebastian broke the silence. “Where are you from?”

“How did you know that I’m not from here?” I asked, with a confused expression on my face.

“Well, you’re staying at a hotel so I just assumed,” he replied.

“Oh right. Duh,” I laughed. “I’m from (W/Y/F,” I answered.

“Oh interested. What brings you to New York?” He asked looking at me with wondering eyes.

“My friends bachelorette party is this weekend.” I looked back at him and smiled as he turned his body towards me to continue the conversation.

“Oh, that’s cool,” he let out a smile that showed parts of his teeth. His smile made me melt in my seat.

“Yeah,” I responded. I did not know what else to say considering I already knew who he was and didn’t need to ask him the same small talk questions that he was asking me.

“So, is this your first time in New York?”

“It is. It is a lot bigger than I imagined it would be. I guess you can say that Apple’s 3D maps don’t really give you a good idea of how tall the buildings are.”

Sebastian let out a subtle laugh and my comment, “That’s good! How long are you staying?”

“Not long. Just 4 days,” I replied, smiling at the fact that he thought I was funny.

Sebastian was silent for a moment until he said, “That’s a good amount of time to see the sights, I suppose. If you’re into all the touristy stuff.”

“I’m actually not. It’s cool, but I don’t want to pay money for something I can look at alone for free.”

Sebastian raised his eyes brows at my response, “I guess you’re right, but it’s so much better in person.”

I nodded, “I’m assuming you’re into all the touristy stuff then?” He let out a slight sigh and responded, “I would say yes, but I never have enough time to enjoy the sights.”

“Work?” I questioned, even though I already knew what his response would be.

“Yeah, I’m really busy,” he laughed.

“I suppose staring in movies and going to premieres does take up a lot of time,” I responded, looking at his with a smile on my face.

“Oh, so you recognized me. I was curious as to why you weren’t asking me questions earlier. You already know the answers,” Sebastian turned his body to face the front of the cab instead of me.

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to say anything. I just wanted to have a normal conversation with you,” I confessed.

“Really?” Sebastian looked at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to make things weird between us. I mean you’re really hot and I was already probably acting weird because you’re so hot, but- Oh my god, did I just say that out loud?” I covered my hands with my mouth.

Sebastian started to laugh hysterically. His hand was over his chest while his head leaned back letting out a loud laugh. Once he stopped laughing he said, “Thank you. That actually just made my night.”

“I’m so sorry. That-that was weird. Forget I said that.” I was so embarrassed.

“Here,” the taxi driver announced.

As I got myself together about to get out of the taxi and pay for my part of the ride, Sebastian touched my arm preventing me from getting out. “Don’t worry. I’ll pay,” he smiled and winked at me.

I turned to smile back at him, “Thank you. Have a good night.”

“Have a fun trip,” Sebastian shouted as I closed the door behind me.

As I walked away and heard the taxi drive off, I then heard tires screeching to a stop. I kept walking towards to entrance and walked inside as I heard my name being shouted from outside. I thought it was just my imagination so I kept walking to the elevator and pressed the button.

The doors opened up and I stepped inside as I heard my name being called again, “(Y/N)!” Before the doors began to close, i saw Sebastian running into the building with my wallet in his hands.

I tried to stop the doors from closing, but it was too late, so I shouted him my floor number just as they shut.

When I got off the elevator, I waited for Sebastian to come upstairs. It wasn’t long until the elevator doors opened again with Sebastian waiting inside.

He walked towards me with my wallet still in his hands, “I think you forgot something.” He started to laugh as I took back my wallet. “Thanks,” I said, smiling at Sebastian who was a lot taller than I imagined him to be.

“Of course,” Sebastian said, smiling as he put his hands in his back pockets.

I started to walk away to my room until I realized that he wasn’t walking back to the elevator. I stopped and turned around to ask him a question. I cleared my throat, prepping myself for a possible rejection, “Do you want to hangout in my room? I highly doubt the cab is still downstairs.”

He pulled one hand out of his back pocket and ran his fingers threw his hair, “umm-“

I started to panic, “I mean you don’t have to. I was just curious if you wanted to.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I’d like that actually.”

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brokencrayonsstillcolor · 6 years

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This is going to be a super long rant but long story short, I need new friends!

Someone in my life has been making me feel like shit lately, and she's supposed to be one of my best friends. Lately she's been a lot more vindictive lately and I feel like it’s because I’m not at her beck and call 24/7. See, before I didn't have much of a life and I could pretty much hang out whenever but now I’m in school full time and work part time and the little bit of free time I have all I want to do is sleep. I noticed her doing it more and more shortly after my semester started. There was a night that she wanted me to come over (she asked me around 4) and I told her I had some physics homework I had to do and I would try to get it done, she told me I could do my homework at her house but I know myself and I never would have gotten it done. So I worked on it at home and when I finished at around 7pm I snap chatted her and told her I could come over now (we tend to hang out later so it being 7pm was normal/reasonable for when we normally hang out) and she responded with a pitch black picture and something along the lines of she wanted me to come over earlier and her husband will be home from work in TWO HOURS so I don't need to come over. I instantly knew she was mad, normally she’d love the company for those two hours while her husband was gone. The pitch black snapchat also lead me to believe she was angry cause there was no way she was napping at 7pm because she has 2 kids. I didn't think too much of it until that weekend when she snapchatted multiple times both Friday and Saturday that she was hanging out with one of our other friends (we almost always hang out all together) and playing games. So, I sat at home the whole weekend, which I was honestly fine with except for the fact I knew my friends were hanging out and I wasn't invited. She has done this to me before when she's been mad at me, she’ll post snaps or pictures of her hanging out with people or doing something fun knowing full well that I'll see it and a lot of times she snaps me the pictures directly.

During the following week we hung out and made plans with a group of friends to go to dinner and a haunted house Saturday night. If you know me, you know I love baseball, Milwaukee Brewers baseball in particular. The Brewers made it to the post season (for the first time since 2011) and they ended up having to play a game Saturday night and that game would decide if they went to the World Series or not, so it was a big deal. So, on Friday night, once I knew for sure the Brewers were going to be playing Saturday night, I told everyone that I would have to cancel because I couldn't miss the game. I know it sounds crazy, but missing a game and not knowing what's going on within the game gives me so much anxiety and with a game that important I knew it would be A LOT worse if I wasn't watching the game. I told her I could still go to dinner with them and asked where dinner would be. She then told me that they would be going somewhere cheap because they had decided they were going to do an escape room in the afternoon. So basically, I had been on a group chat a few days prior to discuss plans, I mentioned that I MIGHT have to cancel due to the game, then they planned to go to an escape room and I knew nothing about it which means they had a separate group chat without me before I even canceled for sure and I was never told where dinner would be. She snapped me all night about all the fun they were having. Then the next day she snapped me that they were all hanging out again and once again, I was not invited. So, I feel like because I picked watching the game, something I love, over hanging out I am being punished.

Yesterday around noon she texted me that people were coming over at 8pm to hang out and I was invited. Well, Monday was just one of those days for me, I left my homework and all my lab materials on my counter and I just felt stressed and rushed all day, so it did take me awhile to get back to her. Once I did, I told her I had class until 8:30 and as long as I could be productive before that class, I could come over, but I wouldn't be able to stay too late cause I have an 8am class. She responded with, “haha well you didn't respond so we changed our plans. we will have to hangout another night”. I apologized and told her that it was one of those days where I’d lose my head if it wasn't attached, which I'm sure everyone has experienced at some point and can understand. She read the message but never responded. Something felt off, she’d never change plans to hang out for me. So, she lives on my way home from campus, so I decided to drive by, and sure enough, there were two other cars in her driveway. So, they didn't reschedule or change their plans, they (I'm sure it was all her) just uninvited me.

That’s a terrible thing to do to someone, especially someone with severe anxiety and low confidence who already questions everything she does and says and is so worried that no one likes her. And she knows this too, we've been friends for almost 14 years, my struggle with anxiety is something that I am very open about. I question everything I do and say as it is and wonder if people like me or if they just feel bad for me and I always try to tell myself that it is just my anxiety talking, but maybe it's not?

This isn't helping my depression either.

And here's the thing, I have been a great friend to her for so many years. When her parents kicked her out, she lived with my family rent free, free food, free internet, and free tv, my parents never took a penny from her, because that's what friends do, they help each other when in need. I will rearrange my schedule to accommodate her, I've gone to doctors' appointments with her because her husband was working and she couldn't take the twins by herself, I spent hours and hours at her house keeping her company because she's a stay at home mom and she's bored, I’ve put my dog in her kennel for longer than I’d like so I can hang out with her. And when I tell her I have to leave so Maisie doesn't have to been in her kennel any longer she takes these backed jabs at my dog. Yes, Maisie has a lot of energy and needs more attention than her couch potato dogs, but I wouldn't trade her or change her for anything.

Don't take backhanded jabs at my dog, she is my baby and my best friend. She would flip out if I said anything remotely negative about her dogs, so why is it okay to say something about mine?

So, if anyone wants to be friends, I could use some new ones!

#friends #shitty people #bad friends #anxiety #depression

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