#and go the fuck to bed cause it's like 4:30 am rip

[alastors-morningstar]

my thoughts on the drEP,

to whoever wants to hear;

Slow Down:

Originally when we heard the snippet for it, I figured it wasn’t going to be my favorite song on the ep, but I absolutely love this song!

Favorite lyric: I lay awake at night, feeling like I’m behind.

The song itself, the melodies and lyrics are so mystical, looking into the future while reminding yourself to stay in the now while also reflecting on the past is so beautiful. Plus, the use of seasons within the song and the play on words “the summer will spring up on you again”. The writing in this song is absolutely amazing.

2. Kind of Love:

Remember when we thought KOL and “total disconnection” were different songs?

Favorite lyric: Even when you’re far away, next to me is where you’ll stay.

This song is so sweet and lovey-dovey and adorable.

The softer words and instrumentals, I can easily imagine this song in the background of a coming-of-age movie. Like those cheesy ones where the main character gets in trouble/caught in a lie in the middle of the moving and has to make amends with his friends/family and there’s musical component for the amendment montage in the last 30-40 minutes of the movie before everyone forgives him in the end.

3. Paranoid:

Gives me Olivia Rodrigo vibes during the verses/pre-chorus. Which I love! It’s so sassy and fun. It’s also more upbeat musically than the other songs for sure. Which helps to play into the “paranoia” and the “mind racing” aspects of the song.

Favorite Lyric: I can’t stop hearing you, so can you kill the noise.

I just hate how short the song is! I need more of it!

4. Spotlight:

Absolutely fuck me up! My favorite song on the ep for sure! I just can’t begin to say how much I love this song. Like I’m blushing while listening to this. I feel this song is not meant for my ears. Like when you walk in on a couple kissing. Like I’m not allowed in on this private moment between Dream and his lover. (It’s George btw)

His voice in this song is AMAZING! Also, you can totally hear him smiling while he’s singing the chorus.

Favorite Lyric: A celebrity in my head, a superstar in my bed

BTW DNF is real!

5. Everest:

Of course, I love this song, it’s the dream team song.

Also, I’ve never heard Yung Gravy rap before this, and I dig his tone.

Favorite lyric: I love what life’s been dealing.

TBH I cannot for the life of me pinpoint George’s vocals since Sapnap’s stand out to me. But everyone I see says they can hear George and I wanna find a video where they isolate the vocals.

6. Invincible (like u):

Does it make me think of my mom? Yes, it does.

Am I crying? Also, yes.

Favorite lyric: Might lose, but you never quit.

I guess Dream just has main character disease because I can picture this song in a movie too. But like a band movie where the main character sings the song after a fight with his parents. (Like Unsaid Emily from Julie and the Phantoms).

7. Until I End Up Dead:

I still cry when I hear this song.

RIP Technoblade

Favorite Lyric: I’m not staying in my mind; I’m living like you said.

Like Dream I’m agnostic, so not believing in heaven/afterlife can be scary because what’s left after this? Rotting in the ground? Dust in a vase? It makes life worth it. But life is worth it. Cause the end doesn’t matter, it’s the middle that does. So you have to make the most of it.

Final Ranking/Thoughts:

Spotlight

Slow Down

Paranoid

Kind of Love

Until I End Up Dead

Invincible

Everest

I just can’t even begin to express how much I adore Dream, how much I love this EP, and can’t wait to hear what he comes up with next. His talent in music has for sure evolved since Roadtrip and it’s so worth it. His dedication to his craft is breathtaking. He’s so inspiring and amazing. I honestly just want more already. I’m insatiable when it comes to Dream, his voice, his story telling, everything. I am also just so proud of him. He has every reason to quit, to leave the fame behind, and he still pushes forward and does the things he loves and wants to do, haters be damned. His EP is a 10/10 in my book.

#dreamwastaken #drep #drusic #mcyt

[jenojaemssss]

dazed and confused

pairing: jeong jaehyun x gn!reader

genre/categories: angst, college!au, frat boy!jaehyun, a bit of fluff

word count: 3.6k (this was literally supposed to be a drabble wtf)

warnings: mentions of sex, allusions of sex yk the vibes, oh and a lot of cursing 'cause i lack the ability to keep language below 14+

synopsis: jaehyun isn’t scared of heights. he isn’t afraid of roller coasters that dropped at those terrifying heights. but he is, in fact, so utterly terrified of falling.

a/n: y’all this was supposed to be a drabble…but i wrote too much and now it’s a fic and idk how i feel abt it LOL anyways, it has not been (and will probably never be) proofread so please excuse any grammatical and spacing errors! i will now go cry with my 3 assignments due in like an hour.

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faded. drunk. confused. mentally unstable. all these words, along with maybe 30 more could be used to describe your current state as you sludge your way into a familiar bedroom at the nu chi theta house after puking up probably a lifetime’s worth of alcohol.

the god awful ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head makes the room spin, but you’re awake enough to recognize that the room was currently occupied. before you can mumble out a string of curse words and a sorry, you particularly notice exactly who was inside the room.

you’re caught off guard by a, now pissed looking, jaehyun along with someone who you don’t immediately recognize. you realize then who’s room you just entered and mentally smack yourself, reminding yourself to rid of the habit.

the other person is hiding underneath a blanket as jaehyun does his best to cover their figure, protecting their privacy to shoot daggers at whoever was interrupting his ordeal.

it takes you a couple seconds to fully register what was happening in front of you and you scoff.

so that’s how it is.

jaehyun, on the other hand, has his eyes widened. so wide that you think there are more whites visible than the typical brown orbs. he’s gaping now, mouth open and trying to think of excuses as to why he was in bed with someone else after dumping you only 2 days ago.

in his defense, there’s no need for an excuse. the two of you were already over, and he could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck. you could be doing the same.

but you aren’t.

instead, all of yesterday and the day before, you hunkered in your bedroom, cuddled in a blanket with tissues sprawled all over your bed and the floor. you went to your classes, hoodie pulled up way over your head to shield your puffy face and baggy eyes, came home, drowned yourself in ice cream, and cried.

yet he’s here, hooking up with people after leaving you heartbroken. you should’ve listened to jungwoo when he warned you about his flatmate; about his tendencies to sleep around and leave his relationships in the dirt.

when you and jaehyun first began flirtatious interactions with one another, it wasn’t in your intention to start anything serious with the dimple-faced boy. yet one encounter followed another and you never realized how hard you were falling until you were up at 3 am smiling at messages he’d sent you the previous day.

when he asked you to be his girlfriend after about 2 months of successful dates, you were ecstatic. your mind raced back to jungwoo, correcting him telepathically. he was so wrong about jaehyun. he was the sweetest person you’d ever been with, and was so patient with you.

It even made jungwoo take back his words after you announced the relationship to your best friend.

he said jaehyun had changed since he’s been with you.

that change lasted about 4 months afterwards.

4 months of pure bliss; cute dates like picnics at 11 pm after going on drives, watching the sunset from the roof of a nearby apartment building, jumping fences into the expanses of lakes after hours.

4 months of being pressed into a mattress with jaehyun gazing down so lovingly at your writhing body. him pressing into you as your mewls surround the small bedroom. him holding you as both of you come down from your high.

4 months of falling in love with jaehyun.

all to waste after he texted you during class, saying that he needed to talk to you. at least he had the decency to not dump you over text.

jaehyun said something along the lines of “it’s not you, it’s me,” and mentioned that he “doesn’t like being tied down.” you remember nodding, emotions not surfacing until he stands up and leaves you at the coffee shop just around the corner of your dorm building.

your coffee shop. the one you two went to whenever you wanted to find the other. it was like your secret hideout, because no one from your campus knew of this place, even though it was so close to home.

you thought things were going so well, the two of you even making plans to meet each other’s parents over the coming break. but with only a few words from one side, and wordless nods coming another, everything faded to dust.

so as you stare at the man who shattered your heart with someone else underneath him, you plaster a polite smile before flipping him off and exiting the room. his shouts follow you, and you inwardly scream at him to shut up. he has no right to sound so broken at the moment.

you pass by jungwoo on your way out and he immediately notices your tense figure, trailing his eyes towards the direction you were coming from. his jaw clenches when he realizes, wanting to barge into the room and beat the living shit out of his flatmate, but instead follows you out the house.

the blaring music coming from the beaten house becomes muffled by the time you step foot outside the door, tears threatening, but not yet falling from your bloodshot eyes.

jaehyun isn’t slow to catch up with you, but is stopped by a raging jungwoo before exiting the house. jungwoo warns jaehyun to leave you alone, but jaehyun is persistent, pushing past his friend to grasp your shoulder before you could storm away from his reach.

his previous rendezvous has been completely forgotten, and all jaehyun could focus on was you. he notices how you reeked of alcohol, a hint of marijuana radiating from you as well. what he notices the most, though, was that you had a hint of his favorite perfume lingering on your skin.

before you have the chance to turn around, jaehyun is ripped from you, a loud smack following almost immediately after. jaehyun stands, one hand holding onto his pounding cheek while the other grip’s jungwoo’s shirt.

your best friend has both his hands tightly fisting jaehyun’s shirt, staring bullets into the boy’s face.

“you have no right to barge out here and chase us down after you let y/n go,” jungwoo growls. he sees red, heart hurting for his best friend. he cares about you so much. the two of you always fitting into one mold, completing each other, and every time either one of you had their hearts broken, the other would be there to fix and mend everything.

yet, he’d never seen someone hurt you as much as jaehyun did. however much you hurt, it hurt him equivalently. he knew this one was different, because the pain you felt was so much more intense than any you’d experienced before.

what pushed jungwoo even further off the ledge for him to act like this though, was that if he were to be in the same position as you, you would be doing the same thing. you’d also be doing your best to keep him from hurting himself over and over by someone who only meant trouble.

“woo, that’s enough,” you mutter out before coming to push the two boys away from each other.

“y/n, let me explain,” jaehyun grabs your arm as he says this, eyes searching yours for some form of reaction. your previously watery eyes are dry now, and the emotion that was threatening to overcome you minutes prior have all disappeared. you shrug off his hand.

“there’s nothing left for you to explain.”

it killed you, but you had to muster the strength to spit those words at the man you were falling in love with. you knew that it would have been worse if you were to hear him out.

“y/n please just-”

“that’s enough,” you whip your head in his direction, warning him with your eyes.

“but y/n-”

“i said enough!” you’re yelling now, slightly pushing the boy back. he stumbles over himself, and jungwoo takes this opportunity to grab your shoulders and tuck you safely behind his back. you had tears running from your eyes, frustrated at the tugging of your heartstrings because you’re supposed to hate him. you were supposed to be elated that you were in this situation, him begging for your time.

yet it hurt seeing him so broken in front of you, begging for another chance. it hurt so damn much, and you’re so angry at yourself for being such a pushover.

jaehyun straightens himself, looking in your direction but not quite at you because you're hiding your face behind your best friend’s denim jacket covered back.

“y/n, i just want to apologize.”

“there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“there-”

“no, jaehyun, there isn’t,” you use this as a stepping stone to emerge from behind jungwoo, who’s calmed down a bit since connecting his fist with jaehyun’s sharp features.

“don’t talk. let me finish,” you raise a hand before he could get another word out of his mouth. he shrinks a bit, but his eyes focus on your figure slowly approaching him, letting you know he’s listening.

“there’s no need for you to apologize for whatever you were doing because we aren’t together anymore and you can sleep with whoever you want. i don’t care, it’s none of my business. you don’t have to apologize for me walking in on you, because again, none of my business anymore.” you take in a deep breath before you continue.

“if you were going to apologize for breaking up with me, there’s no need. what’s done is done,” you whisper. you feel a huge lump form in your throat. you do your best to swallow it, along with your pride, and smile up at him.

you can’t really read him, but you can tell he’s in thought. you continue.

“if you were to apologize,” you began, sniffing up the snot that’s beginning to trickle down your nose. you probably look like a mess, but you could care less. you needed to get all of this off your chest. you wouldn’t have any other opportunities, so might as well do it now.

fuck the fake smile. fuck faking it til you make it. this is so much better.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were sincere with me,” you continue. jaehyun’s eyes go wide, and you notice the slight, subconscious, shake of his head. you proceed.

“i shouldn’t have believed it when you said i was different. fool me once, shame on me. but you continued to make me believe that i was different.” jaehyun opens his mouth, but you give him a look that shuts him up completely. he needs to fix that habit of always wanting to interrupt.

your ramble continues. “you should be apologizing for lying to me when you said you wanted to meet my parents. we set up the date and everything, and they were actually looking forward to meeting you, but now i have to tell them you aren’t coming,” you speak as calmly as you can. anything related to your parents always makes you ten times more emotional in every situation, and this was taking somewhat of a toll on you.

“you should be apologizing for making me feel special all the damn time. you made me believe i was the only one for you and that you were the only one for me. you made me feel so fucking foolish after you left, you know that? i thought we were doing so well, and you just left me in the dust after being so fucking vague. what do you mean ‘it’s not me, it’s you?’ it makes absolutely no fucking sense,” you’re almost hysterical now as you let everything fall down your face. you’re still eye to eye with jaehyun, and he looks taken aback by your declarations that he’s rendered speechless.

your next few words are what makes jaehyun’s world come crashing down.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were falling in love with me too,” you whimper. you’re full on sobbing now, and jungwoo assists you from falling to your knees.

it takes jaehyun a couple moments to register what was happening, a couple moments to fully comprehend what you were saying; what you meant.

you were so broken because you were beginning to love him. and he let you go.

“i’m..i’m-”

“leave, jae. do it when i’m asking nicely,” jungwoo’s low voice echos from your spot on the ground. your shoulder shake with every sob you’re letting escape you.

“jungwoo, let me fucking talk, okay? stop interrupting me every damn time while i’m trying to figure things out with y/n. this was our relationship, not yours!” he’s yelling now, and jungwoo shrinks. he knows he’s stepping over the line, but some things reach a limit, and jaehyun is reaching his.

“yes, i know y/n told you things, but did you know that i used to wait after classes when the weather turned bad just to make sure y/n wouldn’t be walking home in the rain? always forgot an umbrella when it counts,” he chuckles the last line, eyes teary.

“did y/n tell you that every single time my phone rang, i was internally wishing that the name popping up on the screen would be ‘lovely’ and no one else’s? i always wait for your calls, you know,” he directs it to you this time. “they always made my day.”

you raise your head when you realize he was walking to you. when you see his tortured expression while reminiscing his feelings for you, you suddenly had the urge to run up to him and wipe away the tears falling from his handsome face. you hated that that was your first thought, though.

“did y/n tell you i was falling too?”

you tense at his words, and jungwoo scoffs.

“if you were falling, why did you break things off?” the words leave your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. your mind was running a mile a minute because in what world did it make sense for jaehyun to dump you when he claims to be falling in love with you.

“i was scared,” he finally mutters after a couple seconds of painful silence.

“what is there to be scared of, jaehyun?” you’re standing now, jungwoo completely baffled at the interaction taking place in front of his eyes. he realizes then, that maybe jaehyun was telling the truth.

jaehyun was scared of falling.

jungwoo recalls all the times jaehyun has been in an actual relationship, but can only remember one other time that he actually introduced someone to the boys as his. all the others were just casual flings, where they'd be slipping out the door before anyone could acknowledge their existence.

when he broke things off with that past relationship, his actions were similar to the ones he’s portrayed the past few days. silence in his room instead of the typical blaring music from his sound system. a shocking decrease in teasing his housemates. jungwoo even noticed that he didn’t see the dimples on jaehyun’s face as frequently.

the one other person ended the same way, jaehyun breaking it off about 4 months into the relationship, saying he didn’t like being tied down.

he didn't like being tied down? he doesn’t like...shit, what a fucking dumbass. he’s scared of being in love, jungwoo realized.

“that’s what you meant,” jungwoo states his epiphany out loud and he stands up. he brushes off any dirt from his pants and begins to walk towards the house, knowing that whatever happens on the front lawn would heal more than harm.

you look at your best friend in confusion, but he plasters a grin on his face and looks in your direction before turning to jaehyun. “you need to stop being such a wuss.” and he’s back inside the house.

“it seems like everyone’s mission is to cut me off today, and it’s getting a little aggravating,” he tries to joke and you just stare at him in silence. he takes it as an, “i don’t care, just talk,” and begins his tangent.

“i broke things off with you because i was scared,” he begins. you follow his words with a nod, emphasizing that you’re listening to the man standing across you.

“i’ve never been in love before, and i didn’t realize how-how utterly terrifying it felt. i was close one time, but i broke things off before anything else could develop because i didn’t think i was ready for it. i felt like i was incapable of love for a while because of my stupid frat boy image, you know?” you nod in response to his rhetorical question and he begins moving towards the small bench sat on the lawn. you follow suit and sit yourself down a good distance away from him.

he talks again, this time sounding more regretful than anything. “i sometimes tell myself how idiotic i am because i let them go before. if i just had the balls to accept the fact that maybe i was falling in love, i wouldn’t have to see them roam around campus a couple months after with someone else.”

you remember briefly jaehyun’s previous relationship. it was the talk amongst your campus because the jeong jaehyun was in an actually relationship with someone. and people were making bets on how long they thought it’d last. same as they’ve been doing for your relationship with him.

“it all kind of got to me without much of a warning because like, shit, falling in love with someone meant checking your phone every 3 minutes cause you’re scared you missed their call, or calling them if they took too long to assure you they’re home safe, that kind of thing,” he smiles. “no one teaches you that.”

you chuckle dryly because he hit the nail on the coffin. no one tells you the details about being in love, only mentioning the feelings and not the irrational things you’d do for them.

jaehyun continues after he assures himself that you’re listening to his words and internally heave a relieved sigh. he was scared you were going to have things come in one ear and out the other.

“at the same time, if i kept them in my life, i wouldn’t have met you. we wouldn’t have developed a relationship, and i wouldn’t have began to fall in you,” he scoots a bit closer to you, and you let him.

“and you wouldn’t have broken my heart like this,” you retaliate and he physically winces.

“ouch. you’re not wrong though,” he smiles, dimples reappearing on his face.

“get to the point, jaehyun. it’s cold as fuck and i don’t have a jacket,” you complain when he’s silent for a little too long. you’re holding your arms now, hit by the frosty air. when he’s silent for another moment, you look up from your feet, ready to complain again. but instead, you’re met with a hoodie being pulled over your head and you’re stunned.

“when i said i was cold, i didn’t mean for you to give me your hoodie.”

“well, too bad,” he smiles widely. the hoodie smells like him, and you take in his scent. the sweater was a bit larger on you, so you begin to roll the sleeves up, pulling your arms out of the sweater paws.

“as i was saying, i realized i was falling in love with you and i was just- i don’t know, i was scared. i think i’ve said the word scared like 10 times today, but what other word is there?” he chuckles. you do the same.

“so i did what any other sane person would do and dipped. i ran away from my feelings because in my brain, it was the best thing to do. and i hurt you in the process because i was being a selfish asshole, and i’m sorry,” he finishes, you assume. as you’re thinking about how to respond, he catches you off guard with something you never thought would leave jaehyun’s mouth.

“oh, and i love you. i’m sure of it,” he declares.

and you’re crying again. as intoxicated as you were just 30 minutes ago, you swear that in that moment, you weren’t drunk on the drinks or faded from the j’s, but you were intoxicated by jaehyun.

the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s smiling at you.

he stretches out a hand in your direction, asking for your permission to take your own and grab his hand in response. his hand engulfs yours like a hug, and he intertwines his fingers with your cold ones.

“so does this mean you love me back?” he questions.

you nod, because you can’t think of anything else to say. you’re so utterly in love with him that you’re rendered speechless, you fool.

“and does this mean we can start over?” he asks, hoping for another nod.

instead, you speak. “why were you fucking someone else when i got here if you’re in love with me?”

jaehyun is now the one rendered speechless and gulps before answering. “have you ever heard of heartbreak sex?”

“isn’t that supposed to be with the one who broke your heart?”

“yeah, but if we had sex, i would only fall in love with you more.”

“and you don’t want that?”

“i do now,” he smiles.

you roll your eyes and say nothing.

“i’m sorry i hurt you.”

“you better be.”

“i promise i won’t do it again.”

“next time you do, i’m chopping off your dick in your sleep so you won’t be able to go have heartbreak sex with someone else.”

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Soul Lily Pt. 4

Pairing: Mafia!Tattoo!Soulmate! Dabi x reader💥🤗

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Where quirks and soulmates exist, you're lucky enough to not be wanted by your soulmate. Not knowing who he is, or what he does other than being a tattoo artist, you will try to convince him that you're meant to be with him, only after convincing yourself first, of course. He doesn't know you're trying to become a hero, and you don't know he's a villain in a mafia group

Word count: 3k

You lay in your bed and stare at your ceiling, your alarm for the day having woken you up. You needed to go train, but you were exhausted.

“(Y/n) you old fuck, get out!” Katsuki bangs on your door and you turn your back to the door, ignoring him.

He knew not to open your door when you’re asleep or when you just woke up, he didn’t want to know how you slept.

“(Y/n)!” He bangs on the door again and you groan, sitting up and getting dressed for training.

“I’m coming!” You shout. Looking down at your digital clock on your bedside table, you read 4:00 am.

Rolling your eyes, you grab your phone and look at the note next to your clock.

You pick it up and read the number on the back of the note.

“Take this as an opportunity to get closer to him and get him to like you.” You thought.

Tapping your phone in thought, you open it and type in the number, sending a text.

You: Hello?

Unknown: Who the fuck is this

You: Nevermind I don’t want to work with you-

Unknown: Hey hey hey get your ass back over here

You: Tell me your name first 😠

Unknown: The fuck I will

You: Okay bye

Unknown: WAIT WAIT FOR FUCKS SAKE

Unknown: Tell me yours first 🙄

You: you said you already knew mine, which is kinda creepy ngl 😳

Unknown: You didn’t say that last night when I was touching you

You: oKAY OKAY

You: Its (Y/n)

Unknown: Dabi

You: HUH

You: sounds familiar 🧐🤔

Dabi💎: Yeah it sounds like what you’ll be screaming soon

You: CAN YOU RELAX WE JUST MET

Katsuki bangs on your door and you shoot up off the bed, ripping the door open. He jumps at how aggressively you opened the door and starts backing away when you lift your hands into claw form, jumping after him.

“(Y/N) NO!”

“YOU DIDN’T LET ME SLEEP IN AND YOU KEEP HITTING MY PRECIOUS DOOR!” You chase after him, grabbing your house keys on the way as he runs out the house and you slam the door on your way out, quickly locking it and running after him.

You both drop to the ground after finishing your training in a forest, taking deep breaths. You ran until you got to your usual training spot, which is 30 minutes away, but with your determination to kill your sibling, you got there in 10. And you continued to train for the next 9 hours since you had a day off. Both you and Katsuki didn’t like to let your body get away from its physique, and you both had a lot of bottled emotions so it helped.

“I..hate you..” You huff and he kicks you away, huffing as well.

You kick at his leg and push him away down a hill, to which he suddenly digs his fingers into the dirt to prevent from rolling away.

He pulls himself up and jumps on top of you but you kick your legs up in his direction.

Before you can kick him away, he uses his quirk to launch himself away from you.

“Ahh you’re lame.” You roll onto your stomach and get up, watching as he rubs his hands, a gesture he’d only do around you.

“Come here.” You walk over to him and he drops his hands.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m not asking.” You grab his wrists and heal his hands, rubbing his palms softly.

“You know we’re not supposed to use our quirks in this type of training.”

“And let you kick me?” He says in disbelief.

“I would win, so yes.” You say smugly and pat his hands away when you’re done.

He tries swinging at you but you dodge it, grabbing his wrist and upper arm and pivoting away. He lands on his back when you flip him over, huffing and him groaning.

“Like that.” You place your hands on your hips in victory and he grabs your ankles, pulling them down above his face and causing you to slip and fall on your back with a groan as well.

“The fuck you do.”

You hear slow clapping and you both look up, Katsuki pushing your legs away from his face and sitting up.

“Well, well, well.” Kaminari walks up with his friends and you sit up, planting your feet flat on the ground and bending your knees, your elbows resting on them.

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing the two of you here, alone.” He comments and you can already see Kirishima cringing.

“We’re sparring, fuck off.” Katsuki defends.

“How convenient, you’re both sweaty and out of breath and you’re here alone. Must be a different kind of sparring~”

Mina shoves his shoulder and he nearly falls down the hill.

“Didn’t think you’d be into older women, Bakugou.” Sero comments and you try not to throw up.

“Guys, he’s training. She’s a third year, so it’s good he’s getting more training in.” Kirishima tries to find an excuse and Sero shrugs.

“That’s right, Kirishima.” You stand and walk over to them.

“You should get some training in as well, maybe I could help?” You give them a warm smile and they glance at Katsuki, who’s just finished huffing a little while ago.

“How long have you been training, if I may ask?” Mina asks.

“Since four a.m. Why?” You tilt your head and you can see their souls leave their bodies, even Kirishima.

“Y-you’ve been training for 9 hours..?” Kaminari timidly asks and you nod happily.

“Since we have time, yes.”

“How long do you usually train for?” Kirishima questions.

“Hm, when we have school we wake up at the same time, and we have to be at school by 8:45, so around 4 hours. It really isn’t a lot compared to today.” You dust off your workout pants and the three of them already look exhausted just thinking about it.

“You want to join us tomorrow?” You ask and Katsuki jumps up.

“Absolutely not. I don’t need these fuckers getting in the way.” He complains and stands next to you, crossing his arms.

“Aw come on, you scared I’ll embarrass you in front of the pretty lady?” Kaminari teases and you walk up to him, startling him.

He looks down at you and you suddenly hook your leg behind his knees, grabbing his hand.

“Oh-” He starts but you pull his legs towards you, causing him to fall backwards. He nearly hits the ground until you pull his hand close to you, avoiding his impact.

Sero starts laughing and stops when you look at him.

Helping Kaminari up, you dust off his sweater.

“He would have let you hit the ground, just so you know.” You smile at him and he blinks as you begin to walk home, Katsuki following.

“Quit walking ahead of me!” He shouts, leaving his friends behind.

“Let’s follow them.” Kaminari starts but both Kirishima and Sero grab his shirt before he can start walking.

“Let it go man, or else Bakugou is gonna beat you up next.” Sero pulls him away and they start walking.

“And he’s not gonna be nice about it like (Y/n).”

“Mom still has leftover tempura from the other day, unless you wanted to get something else?” You follow after him and he doesn’t say anything.

“Alright, leftovers it is.” You look around your neighborhood and he digs in his pocket, shoving it into your arm.

“Take it.”

You look at it and see it’s the money from the other day.

“No.” You walk away and he catches it before it falls, angering him.

“(Y/n)-”

“No, I’m not having this conversation with you again, Katsuki. Keep it, or else I’m giving you more next time.” You continue your walk and he huffs, clearly upset.

You both don’t say anything for the remainder of the walk and you check your phone for new messages.

Dabi💎: Are you coming or not

Dabi💎: I’m not asking

Dabi💎: You want more of those stupid photocards or not

Dabi💎: I’m gonna go to your job and tell your manager you steal dogs for a living

Dabi💎: Answer the fucking question 💢

Dabi💎: Your first day is today

Dabi💎:Nevermind your ass is too slow

Dabi💎: Also why the fuck were you awake at 4 am for

Dabi💎: loser

You smile at your phone and reply.

You: I should be asking you the same thing

Dabi💎: Took you long enough

Dabi💎: I don’t sleep

You: Do you have trouble sleeping?

He stared at his phone, reading over the question twice, then once more for good measure. That isn’t important information, so it won’t hurt anyone.

Dabi💎: Yeah, I do

You pause, surprised he actually answered when he was so hesitant to even tell you his name.

You: Ah, I do too

Dabi💎: For someone so happy go lucky as you, I highly doubt that 🙄

You: Well you shouldn’t be so assuming 🤡

Dabi💎: Did

Dabi💎: did you just clown me

You: Yes sir i did

Dabi💎: You’re fired

You: I was never hired in the first place 🤡🤡

You: Aaah youre a clown🤡🎪

Dabi💎: I will come to your house and meet your parents

You: WAIT WAIT IM SORRY

You: THAT’S NOT FAIR I JUST LEARNED YOUR NAME

Dabi💎: QUIT PLAYING THEN AND COME TO WORK

You: I NEVER AGREED TO WORK THERE

Dabi💎: TOO BAD HURRY YOUR ASS UP

You stifle a laugh and walk in your house with Katsuki, getting ready for the day.

You don’t think you’ll have to dress up fancy, so you decide on black ripped jeans, a black sleeveless turtleneck and a zipper hoodie. If they complain about your outfit, you can just zip up the hoodie and call it a day.

Slipping on some ankle boots, you grab a few pieces of leftover tempura and head out, walking to the tattoo shop and eating them on the way.

It seems a lot farther than you remember, but you keep walking until you see a few stores along with the shop.

Grabbing the door handle, you swing it open and the little bell rings, the girl at the front desk looking up.

"Oh, you're the girl from before." She leans on the desk to get a better look at you and you walk up to her.

"Yeah, is Dabi here?" You ask, seeing your wrist blank.

"He just went out to get food, he's doing a piece and they both went to take a break." She explains and you nod, extending a hand.

"(Y/n)." You introduce and she takes it, shaking it awkwardly.

"Toga."

"Don't hold her hand for too long or she'll bite you." The man with white hair comes out and she suddenly lets go.

"Don't lie to her!"

"It's not a lie if it's true!" He counters, crossing his arms.

"What do you want?" He asks, not bothering to introduce himself.

"Dabi told me to come here, for work." You shrug and he frowns. You think. He has a hand on his face but based on his body language, you can tell he's not happy.

"I didn't tell him to do that-" He says and the bell cuts him off, signalling Dabi's arrival.

Your arm and neck go into full bloom and he stops when he sees you.

"You actually showed up." Dabi mumbles, catching your attention away from your tattoos.

"Yeah, I did." You play with your sleeves and he takes his food to his room.

"Come on." He peeks his head out of his room and you jump, trailing after him.

"She's pretty." Toga comments and Shigaraki rolls his eyes.

"Not for you, though." He walks away into his room and shuts the door behind him.

"This is where I do my tattoos," He shows you around the room, a black leather chair in the center. A blue flame neon sign sits by the back wall, a neon white flower on the wall behind the chair.

His inks are all lined up nicely for the customer he was working on recently, all his current utensils on a small table next to the chair. He has a drawer in front of the chair on the right side to the door, some old ink spilled on it. A couch is sitting under the blue flame sign, a blue flower on a table next to it. His walls are painted black and there's a bright white light on the ceiling, another small white light next to the chair to light up the person he works on.

"Don't touch that." He scolds when you walk close to the flower next to the couch.

"I wasn't." You cross your arms and your hoodie slips off your shoulders.

He stares at his flowers that so delicately decorate your soft skin, kissing every corner where his lips would be.

"You have this flower on your phone, too." You stare at it and he looks up at your face that's slightly worried.

"Mm."

"Am, I your second chance?" You ask and he sits up straight.

"Huh?"

"I know those are rare but-"

"No, you're not. I just like that flower." He dismisses your worry and begins to eat, not taking off his jacket.

"Um.." You're suddenly shy around him, which isn't normal for you, since you're usually confident to drive off creepy men.

"Look, I only have 15 minutes left before the fucker comes back to finish the last part of her piece and I wanna finish eating before she gets back, okay?" He stares as you nod slightly, timidly taking a seat on his couch and taking your eyes off him.

He watches as you keep glancing up at him and back at your tattoos, trying your best not to touch them as he eats.

You decide it's best to go on your phone and distract yourself.

While he eats, he watches as your hand slowly inches up to your lips, playing with them. You smile at something on your phone and cover your smile with your hand, your tattoos glowing slightly.

You look at them and look up at him, to which he looks away immediately.

"Can I ask you something?" You ask, putting your phone down.

He side eyes you as he puts another spoonful of food in his mouth.

"Why didn't you just get a healer?"

"If you weren't stuck with me do you really think anyone would work here, seeing what we look like?"

"If people come here to get tattoos knowing what you look like, I don't think they'd have an issue working with you based on your face." You stare at his scars and he turns away.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" You suddenly ask and he turns back.

"No." He responds and you frown.

"Rude."

"You asked."

"Didn't think that'd be your response." You take out your phone again and scroll through your socials.

A knock comes to his door and he puts his food away in a mini fridge in the back of the room.

"Put this on." He tosses you a black face mask and puts one on himself. You follow his orders and he opens the door, revealing a tall slim lady with shorts.

"Chair." He orders her, shutting the door behind her once she enters.

He gives her a towel but she just sits on the chair.

"Take your shirt off and cover yourself with this." He tosses the towel on her lap and your eyes widen.

"I won't be needing that." She says in a sultry tone and Dabi puts on gloves.

"Not asking. Cover yourself, my apprentice is here, have some modesty." He gets his inks ready and she just barely glances at you, rolling her eyes.

"She can leave."

You stare at her and Dabi raises a brow, pausing his actions.

"She's staying. Now put on the towel or you'll be the one leaving." He adjusts his mask and she snatches the towel off her lap, standing and pulling her shirt off in front of his face.

You look away and he glances at you, smiling slightly under his mask as you look around the room.

“You plan on getting any tattoos?” He asks and you don’t respond, thinking he’s speaking to the lady.

“Well, as long as you’re the one doing them for me~” She slowly sits back on the chair, not bothering to put on the towel. He grabs the towel and tosses it on her lap again. She snatches it and covers her bare chest, leaving the part that has to be tattooed exposed.

“Not you.” He grabs his gun and you stare at a few things he has hung around the room.

“If you’re gonna be working here you have to pay attention when I’m talking to you.” He throws another towel at your face and you jump, holding it and looking at him.

“For what, aren’t you supposed to be paying attention?”

“I can multitask, you fuck.” He adjusts her seating and places a copy of the remaining piece of her stencil onto her skin, peeling it off after some time to leave the purple lining.

You stare at the female pain chart he has near the couch and your eyes widen, slowly turning to look at her.

He’s doing her piece on one of the most painful spots, under her breasts on her ribcage.

She squeezes her eyes shut as he starts using the gun on her, the ink being placed into her skin.

“Um..” You stand and he keeps his focus, wiping off the excess ink every now and then.

“Um, do- do you want me to help?” You ask, rubbing at the back of your hands. He stops inking and looks up at you.

“Me?” He asks and you shake your head.

He looks down at the woman who’s gripping the arm rest in pain and discomfort.

“What exactly are you going to do?” She snaps and he continues tattooing her regardless of her complaints. She’s made it this far.

“No, you can just watch.” He waves you off and you nod, standing in the same spot and looking over his hands.

Your eyes trail over his visible hand tendons that flex every time he lifts his hand away from the woman’s body to find a more comfortable spot. His shirt leans away from his body and you tilt your head slightly to get a better view.

Your flowers sit under his scars and glow softly when you look at them and he stops inking, looking up at you through his lashes. You jump and stand straight up, turning away as if you found what you were looking for.

“Come here.” He orders and you shake your head.

"Not asking, come here." He stops inking and you shuffle over as he pulls a chair next to him, patting it for you.

You sit on the chair next to him and he hands you his water bottle.

"Hold this for me." He continues inking and you stare at the metal bottle, holding it between your hands.

"For what?"

"I'll tell you later."

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[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 4

summary: sometimes the price to pay is the worst consequence 

warning: kidnapping, torturing, blood, cursing 

w/c: 2,907

a/n: i had this idea so long ago and seeing it written it’s absolutely amazing. i hope you guys like it! happy reading everyone 🦋

prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~

After Tom hung up, he quickly got dressed. 

“Babe, what happened?” she asked leaning over the bed to grab her underwear. 

“James.. he is dead.” he said, poking his head out of the closet, seeing her face of shock. 

“Um.. how? w-why?” she stuttered, running her hand through her hair. 

“Darling, i don’t know but i have to go over there.” Y/n was still in shock, how can someone she just saw earlier in the day was found dead. Her thoughts were cut short when Tom came out of the closet and gave her a kiss. 

“I’m gonna figure this out, okay? I’ll call you. I love you.” Tom said and left for the hotel leaving Y/n alone in bed, worried to death. She spent the whole day at home, waiting for Tom to call. Y/n wasn’t gonna stay inside the rest of the day bored to hell. So of course, she kept herself busy. She painted and played the piano in a small library Tom had made for her. She was writing a song for her husband which was quite hard. The melody didn’t sound as soothing as she wanted to. At the end of the night, she was drinking tea on her bed while watching tv when her phone finally rang. It was Tom. 

“Babe?” 

“Hey, darling.” 

“How are you? Are you okay? Is everything okay?” 

“Honey, calm down. I’m fine. I just got caught up, I’m sorry I didn’t call.” he chuckled making Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re okay. I was literally going crazy.” 

“I’m sorry love, it’s just pretty hectic over here.” 

“It’s alright. Are you on your way home?” she asked, feeling hopeful and bit her lip. 

“Actually, love. I wanted to talk about that.” Y/n stayed quiet waiting for him to continue, immediately feeling upset. 

“I have to leave for a few… have to go to Washington.” 

“Why?” she whispered sadly making him frown too. 

“Some business issues, darling. Just gonna go check it out, see what’s going on.” 

“Can’t Harrison go and handle it?” she asked as she ran her finger around the teacup. 

“Not this time. They need my signature to prove Haz is not lying. You know us mobsters have serious trust issues.” 

“How long are you gonna be away?” 

“Like three days.” 

“Do you have clothes?” that made Tom smile, loving how she worries all the time. 

“Yes, I do.”

“And your toothbrush?” she smiled as his laugh filled her ears. 

“Yes, my love. I have everything.” 

“Okay, then.” she said softly as she fidgeted with the blanket. 

“I have to go, baby. I’ll call you in the morning.” 

“Okay, goodnight. I love you.” 

“I love you too, princess. ‘Night.” they hung up and Tom went back to work while Y/n’s eyes teared up. It was gonna be a peaceful nice so she felt the sudden need to do something she’s never done and was slightly scared to do. She just needed to be alone right now. Y/n got out of bed and put on her silk robe, going downstairs to talk to William. He was sitting on the kitchen stool drinking coffee with Susan, the maid. 

“William.” she said softly not wanting to startle anyone. He heard his boss and quickly stood up from the stool, turning to her. 

“Gather everyone around, please.” she turned around and left to the main entrance leaving William and Susan all confused. Wondering what she was going to say. A few minutes went by and all her employees from the house gathered in front of her. 

“Hello, everyone. I don’t know if you know but Tom is gonna be away on a business trip for the next three days. You all can go home today, to your family. Take the rest of the day off. I’ll see everyone tomorrow.” she smiled as her employees smiled too. They all said thank you and spread out to grab their belongings. She turned to William who was still standing there, not moving an inch. 

“William, you can go home.” 

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t leave. I don’t want to.” 

“Thank you. You can sleep in the guest room.” she said as she walked upstairs to her room to try and get some sleep. 

The clock read 3:30 am when Y/n woke up abruptly from a slamming door. ‘It must be William.’ she thought as she suddenly felt really thirsty. She walked out of her room and made her way to the kitchen. The whole house was dark, only lights that were reflected inside were the ones from the pool. She opened the fridge to get some water and when she closed she saw a figure next to her making her gasp. The jug of water crashed on the ground, covering the floor in broken glass. As she stepped backwards, trying to get anyway from the intruder, her back met a strong broad chest. The man quickly wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place as she kicked around trying to get out of his grasp. Y/n was about to scream for help when the person in front of her quickly covered her mouth. 

“Where’s the chip?” the person asked as she struggled against the strong grip around her. Y/n shook her head making the person roll her eyes. 

“Check the whole house! Now!” he screamed and a bunch of people walked in, beginning to trash the whole place. Flipping tables and furniture, breaking bases, mirrors, picture frames, everything. The man behind Y/n kept a strong grip around her with one arm and covered her mouth with his other hand, making her see how they destroyed everything. She kept screaming into the man’s hand and moved her body abruptly to get out his grasp. 

Suddenly, people started walking down the stairs holding William at gunpoint while his hands were up in surrender. He was about to say something when one of the men hit him in the back of the head with the barrel of the gun, leaving him passed out on the floor which caused Y/n to scream into the hand. 

“You’re gonna wish you’d never taken that information.” and with that he punched her so hard that she fell unconscious onto the man’s arms that were still wrapped around her. 

‘Ugh, what a massive headache.’ Y/n thought immediately when she started waking up, thinking that everything from the night before was a dream. She was hoping she would wake up in her bed, nexto to her husband but it wasn’t like that. Once she opened her eyes, she felt immense fear from her surroundings. She was tied up to a chair with duct tape over her mouth and she was in some kind of basement. After what felt like hours of her trying to break free from the ties, the door behind her opened letting a man walk in. 

“Well, hello there. You finally woke up.” a familiar voice said she struggled against her restraints feeling immediate fear. 

“It’s a pleasure to have you here.. Mrs. Holland.” the man said finally standing in front of her causing her to lift her head slowly. Her eyes went wide when she saw who it was. Which made her pull against the restraints even harder, needing to get away. It was Adam. The same Adam that was spying on her and her husband, the same Adam that probably killed James. He laughed at her fear as he ripped the duct tape off her mouth making her groan in pain. 

“Now, let’s talk. Shall we?” he said as he placed a chair in front of her and sat down. 

(Washington…)

All the way in Washington, Tom was having dinner with a couple mob friends when Harrison’s phone ran. He saw it was William calling which made him answer immediately, knowing something bad must be happening.

“William, everything alright?” 

“Haz, he took her. He took Y/n.” he grunted getting up from the floor feeling immense pain on his head. Harrison’s eyes went wide quickly turning around so his boss wouldn't hear.

“Who took her, William? What the fuck happened?” he whispered aggressively running his hand through his hair. 

“Adam… he came here, trashed the whole place. He came looking for the stupid chip.” 

“Where the fuck was everyone? That house is supposed to be surrounded 24/7.”

“Mate, I know that. Y/n sent them all home for the night.”

“Why the fuck- okay, thank you William. I’ll call you later, after I tell Tom.” he whispered not wanting his boss to hear. 

“Alright. I’m sorry, mate.” Harrison hung up and turned to see the men laughing, Tom all smiley with no worries. It pained him to be the one to ruin that but he had to say something. Y/n’s life was on the line. With all his courage, he walked towards Tom and leaned getting close to his ear.

“William called. It’s about Y/n.” he whispered then stepped back making Tom turn to him and give him a questionable look. He excused himself from the table and walked over to Haz, pulling him towards the hall of the restaurant.

“What about Y/n?” Tom asked angrily with a clenched jaw.

“Adam showed up at the house.” Harrison saw how he wanted to interrupt so he held his hand up to shut Tom up.

“He went looking for the chip, trashed the whole place and took Y/n. I asked William where everyone was and he told me that she had sent them all home for the night.” Tom stayed silent for a while, feeling anger course through his body like wildfire. All he replayed in his head was ‘took Y/n’. 

“Let’s go back to New York. Now.” he said angrily and stomped outside of the restaurant, getting into the car with Harrison behind him. Tom couldn’t take Y/n out of his mind. Thinking how scared she might’ve been, how he wasn’t there for her, everything was eating him alive. He bounced his leg up and down the whole way, feeling nervous and worried and angry all at the same time. All he wanted was to be with his wife, to keep her safe and he wont till he gets her back. 

(New York…)

She huffed as another punch hit her cheekbone causing it to open. Adam has been torturing her for what felt like hours. He hit her in the face, her torso, even on the side of her head. All his rage went out on every punch he gave. 

“No one is gonna fucking steal from me again. Specially stupid ass women like you.” he said with gritted teeth, punching her in the corner of her mouth making her cough and spit out blood. 

“Didn’t your mom ever teach you to not hit girls?” Y/n mumbled with her head hanging low, feeling dizzy from all the fist to face contact. He laughed dryly and yanked her head back by her hair making her wince in pain. 

“She did.. but she also told me to defend myself and you’re a slimy little bitch.” he said with gritted teeth as his grip on her hair got tighter making her shout in pain. Adam let go of his grip pushing her head forward. He was about to punch her again when he’s phone started ringing. One of his men gave him the phone which made him smile devilishly once he saw the caller id. He took the gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at Y/n as he answered the fun.

“Hey, Tommy.” her eyes went wide when she heard her husband’s name and started pulling on the restraints. 

“Tom!” she shouted causing Adam’s employee to stand up and cover her mouth. Of course, she continued shouting Tom’s name over and over again. Until she had enough of being silenced and bit the guys hand making him scream and take it away. 

“Tom! Please let me talk to him, Adam. Please, I need to talk to him.” Y/n begged on the verge of crying. He laughed and placed his phone on her ear. 

“Y/n?”

“Tom, baby-“ 

“Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?” 

“Baby..” she whispered as she started to cry.

“Tom, I’m scared.” she muttered feeling ashamed and disappointed in herself. 

“I’m gonna find you, okay? Try to give me a coded message, baby. Just try, please.” She started looking around, trying to look for something familiar that Tom would notice but all she saw was Adam and his men staring at her. 

“I-I can’t. There’s nothing- I can’t.” Tom was about to answer when Adam came and ripped off the phone from her ear. 

“I’m sure you guys had a nice conversation.” 

“If you dare fucking touch her, I’ll find you and cut you in tiny little pieces.” Tom said with gritted teeth. 

“Oh well, Tommy you might have to sharpen your knife then.” He quickly hung up the phone before Tom could start talking. 

(Tom’s private jet..) 

The mob boss threw his phone on the floor as he stood up and walked back and forth in anxiousness. He ran his hand through his hair, only thinking about his wife. 

“He fucking touched her, Harrison. He… fuck!” Tom screamed with gritted teeth only wanting to kill Adam over and over again. 

The plane finally landed and they drove quickly to the house. William was waiting outside with a bruise eye and a sling holding his right arm. The car came to a stop and both men stepped out quickly walking towards the man who was scared. 

“Mr. Holland, I’m so sorry. She sent everyone home but I decided to stay to look after her and then they came in and just-“ 

“William, breath.” Tom said, interrupting his rambling. 

“I’m so sorry. I- I couldn’t do anything.” 

“It’s not your fault, William. Do you have any idea on where she might be?” he asked, walking into the house with the men behind him, going into the kitchen. 

“Of course, I thought about the hotel. His house too or maybe James’ house. She can be anywhere by now.” Tom stayed silent rubbing his chin in deep thought. 

“We should go to the hotel an-”

“Wait, didn’t you put a tracker on James’ car?” Harrison interrupted leaning against the counter. 

“Did you ever check it, boss?” William asked, turning to him waiting for an answer. 

“Not really.. James was found dead that day. Never got the chance.” he said softly as he stood up to get his laptop. He turned it on and began typing away, looking for the current location of the vehicle. It was at Le Royale, where James was last seen before he got murdered. 

“I wonder why he went back there..” William said walking away to get some water. Tom quickly thought about the chip Y/n had. 

“Will, does the chip have access to the security cameras?” 

“Yeah, I think so.”

“We have to find it, right now.” and with that, they all spread out around the house. They went into every room and checked every closet and drawer. Tom finally made it to his bedroom that stayed as Y/n left it. Bed undone, her clothes on the floor, the smell of sex still in the room and her purse wide open on the dresser, next to her laptop. He ran and grabbed it, then ran downstairs to call the guys. 

“I got it!” he shouted as he got closer to the computer, immediately plugging it into the device. Tom sat there again, typing and typing, trying to pull up the footage of James in Adam’s office. He was thinking about this for some time. Finding proof that Adam killed James, sending it to the police anonymously and following them when they went to look for him at his home. That way he could find Y/n. His thoughts quickly changed, ‘That would take too long.’ he thought quickly stepping away from the computer. William and Harrison looked at each other in confusion wondering why he would just stop. 

“I have to call him.” Tom mumbled standing up from his chair and pulling out his phone, quickly dialing Adam’s number. 

“Hello?”

“What do you want?” he asked angrily as the man laughed. 

“What do I- oh Tommy. It’s not that easy.” he said as he watched Y/n get her head dunked in water repeatedly, not giving her time to breath. 

“I’ll give you anything. Just tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you just… just please give me Y/n.” Adam stayed quiet for a bit as she gasped for air once her head was out of the water. 

“Give me my chip back and we’ll schedule a place.” Adam said, holding his hand up, signalling his stop the turtering. He then hung up and walked towards Y/n who was still gasping for air. Tom put his phone back into his pocket and made his way to the boys who were still on the computer. 

“Adam wants the chip.” he said, breaking the guys’ trance.

“I’m gonna give it to him-”

“But Tom-” Harrison started interrupting him out of shock. 

“I’ll give it to him empty.”

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[ickymichi]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

a tendou satori x reader series.

✟ there’s always been the one rule every person who’s been in a band knows not to break, never mess around with your band mates. but Satori was sick of the groupies, sick of catching the bra’s and panties that were flung at him every night. he just wanted the one thing he couldn’t have.

✟ warnings: swearing, eventual smut, eventual angst(?), drug use, inappropriate themes, comedy.

✟ things to know: band au!, some timeskip careers mentioned, slow updates.

✟ if you’d like to be added to the taglist just send an ask! <3

✟ word count: 1.8k

✟ note: first actual chapter of this series! it’s nothing big but obviously i wanted to get something written for this series! but i hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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The bright lights and screams from the small crowd in the underground venue was what brings you back down from the high you’re always on whenever you sit on the small bouncing stool behind the drum set on stages every second or third night. You heard Semi thanking everyone for coming and whatever shit he always says. Once you seen him bow and Tendou go to pick up the collection of bra’s and panties thrown on stage, you raised a hand and threw one of the drumsticks into the crowd, your own way of saying goodbye before making your way offstage. Semi and Tendou’s tall frames following behind, the same order as always.

The sweat was pouring out of you, tonight being more of a wilder one than the usual calm sets you’ve been having in bars or party’s recently. they were easy money, but they got boring after just a few hours. so all three of you were in desperate need of a night like tonight.

Turning the corner of the small, dark corridor to your dressing room for tonight you were met with the stench of weed, 3 different girls on the beat up leather couch, a rolled joint in one of the girls hands and white lines on a tray to the others left. Like always, you went straight to the showers to get the scent of sweat and fake smoke of you.

You really don’t know when but the cropped black tank top you had on was ripped down one side but your usual headband you sported every show was missing and it now became you new priority to track it down. “Satori! Where the fuck is my headband?” you stomped back out to see the wanted man desperately trying to pull the tight leather pants down his lanky legs. His head was whipped up to at the sound of your annoyed voice and then quickly darted his eyes over to the blonde that had previously rolled the joints and was now fawning over semi and his revealed tattoos. “oi” was all you muttered out behind her and holding out your empty hand—also noting some of your rings were gone. She turned her head to you with a scowl covering her features, which also revealed your missing accessory that caused your distress. “that’s her bandana and she’s quite obviously looking for it back,” Tendou quipped in making every one bar the girl laugh. After time, she untied it from the back and forcefully placed it back in your hand. Dramatically you held your arm, acting as if she pained you, tendou again laughing with you.

Finally you were able to hop into the shower and quickly get your self freshened and rub the accesses makeup off your eyes that was already smudged from your constant wiping, trying to stop the sweat dripping from your hairline.

“(y/n)!! please help me out of these, semisemi just keeps fucking laughing!” the peace and quiet you had was quickly interrupted by Tendou’s loud whining. “how the fuck am I not supposed to laugh when your walking around with them swinging around your ankles and your dick hanging out?” “what, Its out?!”

The large door separating the bathroom from the connected dressing room swung open and revealed Satori with his leathers pooled at his ankles and— surprising his dick not actually ‘hanging out’. “please help me sugartits, they’re fucking stuck even with my skinny ankles,” he hopped onto the counter and held his legs up for you to guide them off him. “well for starters, take your fucking shoes off!, and also I swear i saw these in the women’s section of some online store?” jokingly you shouted at him and moved to untie the doc martin’s around his feet. “yeah? You probably did, stole them from that chick that wouldn’t stop hanging off me last month,” both of you laughing at his silliness and falling into a comfortable silence.

The only noise was the voices off the others in the separate room and a recognisable Mötley Crüe song shaking the floor from the stage.

“what you think of tonight then?” the silence being broken by Satori like usual. “uhhh, it was definitely something but yeah, it was fun. Its nice to have a night like that every now and then, specially since we’ve just been in bars doing the same covers for the past two weeks. What about you huh?” he hummed, a noise of agreement showing he was listening, a habit you grew to learn. “I guess it was good fun yeah, although I didn’t appreciate nearly getting hit with a dildo within the first two songs. But I agree, it’s nice to do our own shit and not covers in a bar with a bunch of middle age boring shits. I think we’ve another show that’ll probably be like this again on Saturday.”

Saturday, today was Thursday so you’ve a nice day or two to just lie around, the other probably filled with travelling and setting up.

After about 10 minutes you had unlaced both his boots and chucked them onto the floor and not too long later his ‘borrowed’ pants joined them. “thanks chicken, lifesaver as always,” he pulled you into an embrace with one arm before leaving to find his spare clothes in the other room. He did always have the weirdest nicknames.

The night bled into the early hours of the morning, Semi and Tendou both getting their share of the girls there while you kicked your feet up, sparking up a conversation and passing the joints with your friend Taichi who was also your ‘manager’, he wasn’t really he just acted like it when venues would ask important questions and tagged along for the free show and nights at different clubs.

He was also the one who suggested you start moving to the motel down the street for the night before the venue boots you all out. Quickly you agreed, not fancying seeing any more glimpses of your friends and strangers body parts. Obviously the girls whined to the boys, asking if they could come, saying it’s dangerous for girls to walk home alone at night, “sorry ladies, but we’ll be sharing a bed tonight and I don’t fancy getting an unwanted facial on a Thursday night,” you butted into their persuasive conversation by wrapping an arm around the boys from the back of the couch and giving a friendly smile.

By the time you all got your equipment packed away and into the van it was nearing 4:30 in the morning and you, quite literally we’re going to fall into the bed. It wasn’t the nicest of places but you were just spending tonight and the next two there, unless you decided to go out after the shows and find some rando’s condo to spend the night in. All three of you pushed your way into the small room trying to get the edges of the double bed. And it wasn’t easy trying to squeeze through two 6’2 lean men, resulting in you again stuck in the middle of them staring at the blank roof, desperately waiting for the sun to rise so you could find some place to get food and away from the mess of limbs under the covers.

When you did wake up it felt like you’d only slept for two hours, when in reality it had been about 10. The afternoon sun melting through the old curtains and falling into your pillow. As you moved to see what had finally woke you from the deep sleep you saw Semi at the small table, his guitar resting on his knees and his worn, nimble fingers scribbling words on his notebook he kept for when lyrics would come to him.

“mornin’ early bird,” all you could let out was a groan, your mind still coming to its senses. “there’s food n’ shit there Satori went out to get it, we was the first up, surprisingly,” he breathed out the last remark before moving to pick up the red pencil and get back to writing lyrics before they left his head.

The food that Tendou got was still warm so he must’ve of been up long before you anyway. “where is he?” “beats me, probably wandering round like always,” quickly he responded and took the pic from between his teeth and started strumming a tune while humming, what you were guessing, was the lyrics on the page.

Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you pulled your phone from where it was connected to the wall by the charger and found Satori’s contact and pressed the call icon, moving away from the sound of Eita and his guitar you went to go outside and sit on the bench outside your rooms window.

“hello, hello,” his ever cheerful voice filled the speakers of your phone that was wedged between your shoulder and ear. “hey, I was just calling to see where you are that’s all,” you piped up when he went quiet, tutting when you realised you were out of cigarettes. “oh you know, just out sightseeing ‘tis all,” “cool cool, well i’m going to the store now you need anything?” he hummed into the phone, indicating that he was thinking of something he needed. “just cigs I guess and get me that drink I like while there, i’ll pay you later,” bidding him goodbye as the small shop on the corner came into view you slipped your phone into your sweatpants pocket and walked to the back where they kept the energy drinks.

Exiting the shop with everything you needed you walked to make your way back till you saw a familiar head of red locks across the street and quickly, but quietly made your way to his figure.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his ribs press into your arms, something you’ve noted recently. He sucked air into his lungs and jumped slightly before laughing with you. “here you go your highness,” was how you greeted him and chucked him his requested items. “thanks muffincake, i’ll pay you back later I swear,” you scoffed and shook his offer off, suggesting you stroll around the city until Semi called either of you to ‘get your sorry asses back to the room’.

Your stroll progressed into a very long walk and by the time Satori suggested you head back with an arm around your shoulder it was already dark, the night life staring to come out of hiding. eyeing a club across the street you thought might be a good shout to visit in case you three got bored tonight, making a mental note of its location.

“Didn’t Semisemi say we need to go over the set list again cause, someone, messed up last night,” a sing-song voice dragged you out of your club browsing and brought a scowl to your face. “excuse me, you’re the one who told me we were doing ‘nasty’ after the interlude, prick,” he pulled his chin up and started to ‘think’ about your accusation before loudly dubbing it false; “nope, I don’t recall doing such a thing. I could never, but if it boots your already sky high ego then, of course I did my dearest apologies baby cakes,” “do you ever shut up,” “when i’m face first in pus-” “Don’t even!”

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#🎸.my band #🤍.satori #tendou fic #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou headcanon #tendou smut #tendou x y/n #haikyuu tendou

[hey-there-love]

Foolish

Summary: Being the new kid is tough right? Try moving across the world to attend the elite hero course at U.A. Unfortunately, following the path of the straight and narrow is difficult when you have a first ball of death throwing twists in it. Nobody said it was going to be easy. New experiences, new interests, new friends...what could go wrong...right? (It’s all cute at first until the smut shatters it...not right now though ;) )

Chapter 1: Welcome, Y/N

Content warning: adult language, cringy situations

Word Count: 1.6K

You let out a sigh as you stood infront of your new dorm, Heights Alliance. U.A high school was Japan’s best school for up and coming pro hero’s and you were chosen to attend. You never thought you’d see the day where you’d finally walk the halls of the prestigious school.

Being a native from the United States, it had always been your dream to attend U.A ever since you watched a sports festival two years ago, unfortunately you never peaked the interest of anyone with your admissions. That was until an earthquake caused by a villains powerful quirk had changed your life.

Long story short it was a normal day at your respective internship with America’s number 3 pro hero, Hopewing, on patrol. A devastating earthquake began and you single handly rescued civilians from a restaurant that caught on fire with no casualties. The villain was apprehended quickly, but an extensive search and rescue mission was done to recover victims of the earthquake. You didn’t think it was a big deal, you were just doing your job, but news outlets picked up on your heroic act and it spread like wild fire.

Countless offers began to stream in for different agencies and schools all across the country. With multiple letters of recommendation, a distinct offer from your dream school rolled in with a promise to be taught in the central . Even if you hadn’t fantasized about attending U.A, you would have been insane to not take the offer.

So, after finishing out your first year at Elite High School you uprooted, packed up your life, and traveled across the world . Classes started next week and nervous was an understatement. You had anxiety as soon as you touched down in Japan. Things here were different. On top of you being a new student in a foreign country you were living in dorms with your classmates.

You always lived at home with your mother and father , never sharing a space with someone else let alone 20 new people who all shared different quirks and attributes. It was nerve wracking, some were going better than you, who knows what level everyone is on. Your anxiety was making it hard for you to breathe. What if-

“Y/N. Did you hear me?” Mr. Aizawa interjected.

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, I kinda zoned out.” You squeaked. Never in a million years you would have thought that when you were told that your home room teacher was picking you up from the airport and taking you to your dorms that it would be the pro hero Eraser Head. You jaw had hit the floor.

“You know Y/N,” he began, “It’s okay to have anxiety about your situation, but I assure you this is the group of kids to share classes with. They are the best this school has to offer. They can teach you a lot.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

“Come on, let’s go. Iida and Yaoyorozu are waiting to help you settle in.” He said grasping, one of your suitcases. You took a deep breath and followed your home room teacher up the front stairs. As you walked into the doors, you were greeted by two people. One was a tall man with black hair, glasses, and crazy huge calves and the other was lean woman with a luscious black ponytail and the sweetest smile.

“Ah! There you two are! Welcome to U.A! My name is Tenya Iida, Class 2-A representative and this is Vice President Momo Yaoyorozu.” The man in the glasses announced, smiling widely. He spoke rigidly and bowed.

He threw you off at tad bit with the formality. He talked like he was a politician running for office. “Hey, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you both.” You extended your hand awkwardly since you were holding your carry on and a box. He gave you a firm handshake.

Yaoyorozu smiled and shook her head, “Iida, our classmate looks like her hands are full. Take her box big guy.”

“Oh, right! Sorry about that!” Iida took the box and your suitcase from Mr. Aizawa. You were grateful because it was getting a little heavy in your arms.

“Well Y/N, you’re in capable hands with these two. I’ll leave you to it.” Mr. Aizawa turned on his heel to leave. “Come to my office 30 minutes before class on Monday and we’ll go through your schedule and get you a map of campus.” He called over his shoulder.

Just like that Aizawa the security blanket was gone and you were left alone with the two. They seemed nice, so hopefully the rest were the same. “Alrighty let’s head on up.” Yaoyorozu suggested. Your trio approached the elevator. “So, this is Class 2-A’s dormitory. There are 5 floors in total. The first floor are where the common rooms are located. Including the kitchen, study area, and the gym. Floors 2, 3, 4, and 5 are dorms. Our bathrooms are communal pertaining to who lives on each floor.” She explained.

Holy crap, this place was huge to say the least. You were excited to explore everything, especially the gym but that would have to wait until the jet lag wore off.

“I’ll tell you ahead of time Y/N, everyone is excited to meet our new classmate. If you ever get overwhelmed then instruct them to give you some space. They all can be quite a lot sometimes.” Iida warned, pushing his glasses up on his face.

“I’m sure I will be okay! I’m just happy to finally be here.”

Yaoyorozu gave you an award winning grin. “I’m happy for you too. Someone as talented as you belongs at U.A.” You felt a blush creeping on to your neck.

“Please stop, you’re being too kind. I’ve actually researched the both of you. You guys are so amazing and your quirks are insane!” You replied.

“Well, we appreciate it. So, we’ll bring your things up to your room, give you some time to freshen up, and then head down stairs to meet the others in an hour?” Iida said as the elevator reached the 4th floor.

You agreed as you stepped out and had a look around. The floor was in the U shaped. Next to the elevators was the bathrooms and the entrance branched out into two hallways.

“For obvious reasons the boys are on the right hall and the girls are on the left hall. Your neighbors on this side are Uraraka and Ashido, while the boys are Shouji, Kirishima, and Bakugo.” Yaoyorozu said and lead you to the third door down. She unlocked your door and handed you the gold key.

Iida opened the door and allowed you two to walk in before him. You were sure the big grin on your face was visible miles away.

“Now, I know it’s not much right now, but I wouldn’t stress about unpacking just yet. I’m sure you’ll recruit some help after dinner.” Iida said and sat down your things.

“Thanks guys, I’m going to go wash off this traveling and I’ll see you then.” You smiled. Iida bowed and Yaoyorzo waved before exiting. You quickly made your way to the bed and plopped down, absolutely beat. You began to take in your new home. The white bed frame was against the right wall, matching colored desk was placed against the left wall. There was a giant window on the back wall facing your door and in the corner was a small closet with low dresser inside

You looked around at all the boxes wondering if all your things would fit in this room. Maybe a little unpacking wouldn’t hurt. You opened your two suit cases and began hanging up clothes, organizing sleep clothes, undergarments, and socks in the drawers. Once that was done you began to search for your travel sizes hygiene products, making a mental note to go out for the essentials tomorrow.

Once that was located, you decided to pick out an outfit to wear. Since you arrived in sweat pants and an old t-shirt of your moms; you wanted to look semi decent when you met the others. You went for a simple pair of black jeans and your previous alma mater’s sweat shirt.

You grabbed your phone planning to text your parents that you’ve settled in and made your way to the bathroom. You began to type out a message as you neared the threshold.

Not paying attention as you rounded the corner you crashed into something hard...someone hard.

“Oi, pay attention!” He yelled as everything you were carrying flew onto the floor around you.

“Oh shoot, I am so sorry!”

You both simultaneously began to reach down to pick up your things and bumped heads.

“Fuck. Are you a clutz or something?” He growled holding his forehead. The impact caused you to see two pairs of red eyes glaring at you.

“Look, that was definitely my mistake. I apologize.” Your vision began to come back together and you started to get your things. He reached for the jeans and handed them to you.

You both stood up and then you realized how handsome he was. Spiked ash hair covered his head like a crown, crimson eyes, full lips, and a strong jaw line.

Wow...they definitely make them different in this country.

“Tch, you got a staring problem or did you knock something loose, dumbass?”

“My name’s Y/N, not dumbass.” You shot back, annoyed. He stood silently, shaking his head, and began to chuckle. “What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“Um...you’ve got...” was all he said before pulling the black thong with a cherry print from your shoulder and holding it infront of you with one finger.

“Oh my god.” You squealed and ripped it from his hand. He continued to laugh and walked out of the bathroom. You ran straight to the shower and locked the door. You sank to the floor with your hands covering your face.

Great. I’ve been in Japan for an hour and I’ve already embarrassed myself.

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #my hero academia #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou

[claireunoia]

Ok but what about Peter getting his revenge on the hj during his class? So he does the same to you (if you know what I mean) when your teaches asks you to read something

u naughty little nonnie. that REVENGE is sounding a little too nice to peter right about now.... also again. why am i writing this during class? we don’t fuckin know-

read this so you’ll know why peter is getting his revenge on you

you were definitely not paying attention like you wanted too. your body just simply telling you no as you slouch on your desk chair, wishing this class was over so you could have a break. your teachers assigned so much homework yesterday and had to stay up past 3 in the morning to get all of it done so you didn’t get as much sleep... and you were starting to feel the effects of that.

peter sat behind you on your bed, on his laptop doing a paper that was due monday while you were on a zoom call. peter saw you trying to doze off forwhat felt like the millionth time. a scowl etched on his face as he thought about the evil little stunt you pulled just last week... but then, that scowl quickly turned into a evil smirk. the absolute perfect plan forming into his mind.

you were sleepy and not paying attention which means the teacher will call on you to speak sooner or later and that just made peter even more excited. not saying a thing he got up and quickly made his way towards your slouching figure, making sure to not get in the camera.

you felt the boy at your back so you press your mute button to speak to him. “what’s up?” you tiredly ask, you were slightly grouchy but you’ll never be that way towards peter so you tried to mask your attitude.

“nothing... just pay attention to your call” peters voice almost scarily dropped down a few octaves drastically, and you felt like you could’ve let out a damn waterfall then a ocean.

but you were confused at the same time... why was he using his deep sexy time voice... when you were on a class call? you question in your head with a furrowed brows, but those thoughts instantly faded when you felt his big hands rubbing roughly at your thigh, itching higher and higher to your core.

“p-peter what a-are you doing?” you stammered, eyes nervously flickering between the meeting and his darkening eyes.

“shhh, don’t want to miss any important details now do we?” peters words immediately made your eyes widened and you can swear, you never felt so mortified in your life.

he notice the look on your face and smirked even wider than he already was, if that was even possible. not even a second later, peter went under your desk; kneeling directly in front of you, pushing yours legs apart roughly.

“y/n, hun! how about you go ahead and read the next part for us” your teacher calls out through the screen, the rest of the class not really giving a damn, just wanting this to be over.

you pressed the unmute button, “u-uh- i don’t really want t-too” you stuttered with a tight lipped smile, trying to quickly re-examine yourself out of this situation.

“nonsense! i haven’t heard from you the whole time, just read that part and i promise i’ll leave you alone” your teacher laughs. you muttered a defeated ‘fuck’. how the hell were you suppose to read to 30 fucking people with peter between your fucking legs, ready to attack- “you heard her... read it” peters low voice demand, a toothy grin spreading across his lips at your pouted face. peter feels no remorse at fucking all.

then out of nowhere peter gripped your leggings tightly and yanked, ripping the material right off you. “holy shit-“

“y/n? what was that? are you okay?” your now teachers concerned voice asking, hearing the loud ass rip.

“uh- yeah! yeah yeah yeah, everything’s you know- i’m fine... my m-my uh- dog! yeah my dog just ripped... my new pillow” you tripped over your words, sounding like a complete fucking idiot. forced chuckles coming out your tight fake ass smile just to express your words to the boy between your legs and the fucking teacher who just wouldn’t catch the fuck on.

“oh yeah! i get you, the little furries can be like that sometimes, haha i actually had a dog 4 years ago-“

and now she was telling her whole fucking life story... great.

“teach! the story remember” you heard flashes exhausted voice, and now you hated him more than ever.

“oh yeah! sorry, y/n hun, began” just then peters index finger rubbed up and down your clothed folds, slowly. enjoying the sight of you struggling to form words.

“okay... uh- h-health is dynamic, or subject to constant change. f-for example, you might be the top performer for your basketball team on tuesday and sick in bed with the flu on w-wednesday” you shaky voice read, peter now deciding to pull your panties off which you were thankful that he was being somewhat easy on you, cause if he ripped those off, you wouldn’t know what to do.

“t-think of your health at any moment as a point along a c-continuum. This contin- uum spans the complete spectrum of health from chronic disease and p-premature death to a high level of health” peters tongue than made direct contact with your aching clit and you never clicked your camera and mic off so fast in your life.

a long drawled out whimper left your lips as you watch peter lick through your drench folds, his blown eyes never leaving yours. he gave your nub a soft kiss before lifting his head and started to get up from under the desk.

one last smirk on his lips as he whispered the words that will leave you traumatized, “paybacks a bitch.”

#peter parker #peter’s thots #peter parker drabble #peter parker blurb #peter parker smut #avengers #marvel #avengers smut

[acciomanorian]

New Year’s Eve - Nessian

Here is part two of your present this year Sim @perseusannabeth. Sorry it’s so late, but I had some family things that happened on new years, and then moving for school, that I just wasn’t really in a writing mood. But I finally finished so I hope you love it!! It’s a Nessian fic, so I hope you really enjoy it!!

8:00 am, December 31, 2020

Nesta Archeron woke up with a start as her alarm clock blared in her ears. She was in no hurry to get up, instead choosing to lie in bed for some extra minutes, and warmth, had it not been for the insistent pounding on her door. Nesta threw off her comforter, and pulled on her Harvard Alumni sweatshirt, before pulling her hair into a messy bun and making her way to the door of her one bedroom apartment..

“Nesta!” The familiar voice calling through the door made Nesta smile, even if she did have to leave the warmth of her bed. 

Nesta opened the door to find her best friend standing there, with a warm latte in one hand, and a bagel bag in the other. Of course, Cassian would know the exact things to get her out of bed and ready for the morning. 

“Cassian, you do realize that it’s eight o’clock in the morning, and that not everybody has to work on New Year’s Eve?” Cassian only grinned, and held up the coffee cup, before pushing through the door and into Nesta’s morning.

1:30 pm, December 31, 2020

“Feyre, calm down… No, there is no reason to worry… Yes, your party is going to be fine. I’m bringing the alcohol, and Elain has the pizza pick up. Remember, there’s only gonna be the eight of us… Yes, nine if Mor brings her girlfriend. Oh wait, isn’t Amren going to Varian’s?... Okay, I’ve gotta go. Cass is banging on my door, again. Love you, bye.”

Nesta sighed as she finally disconnected the call with her sister. Feyre and her husband Rhys were hosting their annual New Year’s Eve get together this year, and Nesta’s little sister was stressing, hardcore. Nesta didn’t know why though, considering the pair had been hosting every year since they had gotten together.

A crash as something, or someone, heavy barged through the door. “Cassian! What the fuck? Did you just break my door?”

“Wouldn’t that be funny,” he laughed, his amber eyes shining. “But no. I did not. I did bring you a gift, however.” Cassian held up a small package in his hands, wrapped nicely with a red bow. 

“A Christmas present. Cass, it’s New Years, not Christmas. Plus, you already gave me that.”

“What, I can’t give my best friend a present on New Year’s too? C’mon Nes, you know you want it.” Nesta grinned and grabbed the package out of his hands. She greedily ripped open the package, only to find the most unexpected object inside. 

“A dildo?!” she asked incredulously, throwing the box on the counter as Cassian roared with laughter. 

“Thought you would appreciate that,” Cass said between breaths, leaning onto the table to support himself. 

“Yeah, real appreciation.” Turning towards her room, Nesta didn’t fight to hide the smile showing on her face, both at the absurdity of the gift, and at her best friend's utter recklessness. This was certainly turning out to be an interesting New Years. 

4:30 pm, December 31, 2020

Nesta jumped a little at the site of Cassian laying on her couch, beer in one hand, book in the other. Of course she knew that he had stayed while she had gotten ready for Feyre’s party, but to find him reading, let alone it being the romance novel that she had kept on the table. Certainly was a surprise. 

“Can we go yet?” Cassian groaned, getting up from his position, and placing the book back on the coffee table, cover side up, showing Nesta’s current favorite book, The Roommates. 

“Yes, you oaf. Let’s go.” Cassian jumped up from the couch and rushed to the door, before remembering that he should let Nesta leave first. Ever the gentleman, she thought, a small smirk on her face. 

It didn’t take long for the pair to reach Feyre and Rhys’ home, and Cassian was wearing a shit-eating grin as he waited for his brother-from-another-mother to open the door (as he liked to call Rhys and Azriel). Of course, with alcohol involved, the three would most likely be getting into a lot of trouble. It would be up to Nesta, Feyre, and Azriel’s girlfriend to keep them under control, at least until the new year. 

The front door opened to a man, tan with violet eyes, a party hat on his head, which he promptly transferred to Nesta’s head. “Everyone’s here now, let's party!” Rhysand explained, pulling Cassian into the house, who grabbed Nesta’s arm and pulled her too. 

It was a whirlwind of motion once Nesta and Cassian were already in the house, with Cass being pushed in the direction of the living room, and Az standing by the fireplace, nursing what appeared to be a whiskey, while Nesta was pulled from behind, into the kitchen, where all the women were sitting, gossiping over wine. From the looks of it, Feyre and Mor, the first to be here, were already on their second or third glass. 

“Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do,” Nesta laughed, giving Elain a hug as she passed her, and then picking up her own wine glass. As Nesta was about to sit, she heard a roar from the living room, followed by what sounded like the word “present” in Cassian’s voice. “Bastard,” she muttered under her breath. At the stares she received from the women around her, Nesta went into the story of her New Year’s Eve gift from her idiotic best friend.

11:45 pm, December 31, 2020

Everyone was beginning to wind down now, watching as the Dick Clark New Year’s Eve show was awaiting the dropping of the ball. Feyre and Rhys were cuddling on a chair, whispering to each other, as were Mor and her girlfriend, Rita. Az was MIA, probably sleeping off the alcohol he’d dranken earlier due to his loss in beer pong. Elain was on the phone, probably talking to Lucien who was in the Army, and oversees. Meanwhile Nesta and Cassian were sitting on the couch, Nestas head resting on Cass’ shoulder as he hummed along to whatever song was playing on the tv. 

Slowly the group watched the clock count down. Elain had gone off to wake Azriel up so that the group could celebrate together, and now they waited as the final minutes of 2020 came to a close.

Too tired to realize, Nesta didn’t notice the way Cass looked at her as she laid across his lap, the heat in his eyes. But as the clock reached one minute, Nesta began to imagine how it would feel to have Cassian’s lips on hers, wondering if he felt the same way about her. 

11:59:10, December 31, 2020

“10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!” The whole house erupted in celebration. Nesta was moved around in quick hugs, before finally finding herself face to face with Cassian. 

“Happy New Year, Nes,” he said quietly, before closing the gap between them, his lips finding hers, in front of all their family and friends. Someone whistled, probably Rhys, before he was shushed and presumably pushed out of the room, if the tripping sound had anything to say. 

Nesta breathed heavily when they finally parted, her cheeks reddening, but a smile upon her face. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to kiss you?” Cassian asked. Nesta just shook her head.

“Since the day I met you, when you pushed me out of your seat cause I was flirting with Feyre. “Nesta laughed, before pulling his face back to hers. Suddenly, she was excited about what the new year would bring.

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[oh-sweet-mama]

𝐈𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮

T.W: Sex, swear, slight exhibition kink

TROS spoilers!!!!! (Little it's nothing obvious but it has to do with a certain general)

Y/n

Bang!

"That will never work! We'll lose valuable time and expend to many resources!" General Hux boomed at me.

I sat calmly. Watching him.

"General, please calm yourself." I sated nonchalantly. My voice modulator rumbling.

"No you calm down. You can't formulate a plan!" He yelled back.

He couldn't see my expression due to my mask. I reached up and removed my mask. The hiss of air revealed my face. I made direct eye contact with Hux.

His face was red with anger.

"General Hux you are acting like an infant. I know what I'm doing do not doubt me." I said keeping my voice calm and level.

"The rest of you are dismissed!" He shouted. Jolting people awake. Some were day dreaming letting their mind wander as Hux tried to lecture me.

Everyone filed out. Including Supreme leader Ren. I felt his try to communicate through my mind. But I was angry and irritated.

"You are calling me an infant?! I stand over you! You listen to me! You are just another whore on this ship!" He screams at me.

"General Hux, let me remind you that I was promoted to tier 4 supreme commander, while you're just a general. I'm not just another whore on this ship." I look him dead in the eye and whispered, "call me a whore all you want. I'll still be more be better than you. Spy."

With that I got up from my chair, grabbing my helmet and putting it under my arm, then walking out. I turned a corner to see the supreme leader leaning on the corner.

"Stop staring Ren," I  waking past him. He quickly catches up to my quick gait. "Fucking Hux I swear to god!"

I yell.

"He underestimates you, my love." He states, "he underestimated the power of a Jedi."

"Yea, yea don't be throwing that around out here! They could kill me!" I hush him.

"Looks like my princess needs to rid of some stress."

"Yes, yes I do."

~time skip~

Kylo tosses me on the bed. He's already stripped me and himself of our uniforms.

He hungrily kisses my neck. Trailing wet kisses down my jaw and onto my breasts.

"Shit." I moan as he sucks on my left nipple.

Kylo moves down my body. He kissed my inner thigh.  He them on his shoulders. He suddenly attached his lips to my clit.

"Fuck!" I moaned. I tired to raise my hips from the bed, but I used his hand to pin me to the bed.

He stops right before my knot in my stomach snaps.

"The hell?" I ask.

"Not yet. Stress relief takes time." Kylo stated seductively.

"Fuck that." I state.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes! Please fuck me!" I beg. He's bringing me to the edge then stopped for the past 30 minutes. I could tell neither of us were going to last long.

He thrusted into me. I stretched around him. It stung, but it felt good.

"Move!" I moaned.

He started a pace that pounded into me.

"Fuck, Kylo!" I moaned. The knot in my stomach was tight and ready to snap.

"Fu-ck y/n," he moaned, "I can't keep this."

He kissed my neck as he treated his forehead in the crook of my neck.

The door opened.

"Ren, the council requests a word and you have unfinished report from the last mission."

"I'm a little busy!" Kylo yells back. Luckily he was shielding me.

"I'll reimburse you for whatever whore you're fucking." Hux states.

"Fine, I'll finish in front of you." Kylo states.

He bucked his hips against mine. Which caused my orgasm to rip through me.

I came down from my high as Kylo finished his. He pulled out and pulled the sheet over me to cover my body. He got up to find his uniform.

"Commander?" Hux boomed.

"Yes General?" I asked laying back into Kylo's pillows.

Kylo walked over zipping the chest piece of his uniform up.

He kissed me.

"We'll finish this later." He states. "Come on General."

He grabs his helmet, followed by the hissing of air.

"I am utterly disgusted that you did that with your coworker!"

"She's more than a coworker."

718 words

#kylo ren smut #kylo #kylo ren x reader #kylorensmut #kyloren #kylo smut

[maybe-your-left]

ASK FRIDAY?! OKAY BITCH. FMK: KYLO, CHARLIE AND CLYDE.

I WANT DETAIL. I WANT GRAPHS AND I WANT POINT, EVIDENCE AND AN EXPLANATION.

Before you start a riot, remember you asked for this. And of course, I’m going to walk you through every moment of it. 

1. Fuck.... Charlie Barber. 

Your front door open and shut, the sound of shoes being shucked off filling the air. Trudging down the hallway was Charlie, looking exhausted from his day at the theater. Normally he would call before showing up, you both had a deal that you had to inform the other of your presence. In case the other had company, which you frequently did, you knew Charlie didn’t have any other lovers. But he never expressed wanting you to be monogamous as well. You knew that he was in a bad mood, he would only show up unannounced if he was. 

He began to hurriedly rip off his clothes, eyeing you perched on the bed. “You need to be naked, on all fours, and ass sticking out in 30 seconds.” 

You nodded, tearing off your clothes. Positioning yourself in the center of the bed, your knees spread apart enough for him to slot inside them. You steadied yourself on your shoulder, looking at him from the side and letting your fingers play with yourself. Dancing them between your folds, lighting pulling on your clit as Charlie began to fist his cock. 

He took his place behind you, rubbing his tip up and down your pussy. Swirling it around your hole, dipping it in and out. Letting you try and trap him inside, “My my, aren’t you wet today. Did you have some fun while I was gone?” 

You giggled, pressing your hips back into him. 

He smacked his tip on your ass, “Is that why you didn’t answer my calls? Were you getting your whore pussy fucked by someone?”

“I might’ve been…” 

“Ah,” he cooed, pressing his cock inside you. Pulling out over and over, not giving you his full length. “Is that why you’re so wet? Do you have another man’s cum inside you?” 

You didn’t answer, knowing that your silence would speak volumes to him. Just rocking your hips back onto his length. Charlie hmmed once again, “I know you do, I can see it seeping out of your slutty hole. Do you want me to fuck it out of you? Replace it with my cum?” 

You moaned, chanting yes over and over. 

“Do you want daddy to fill you up with his hot cum? Let that other man see how full I can make you?” 

“Yes, fuck Charlie,” you groaned. Now fully rocking your hips into his, working his cock and out of you, squeezing out the leftover cum from your earlier tryst. Charlie growled, placing his hands on your hips and keeping you steady, completely flush with his cock. “I think I’ll fill you 4 times tonight.” 

----- 

2. Marry….Kylo Ren. (please imagine our wedding dress in black.)

“Get up.” 

“Wha?” you groggily reply, the sheets being torn off your body. Exposing you to the cold of the room. At the foot of the bed stands your very loving boyfriend, balling the sheets in his fists. Glaring at you with his deep auburn eyes, he barked again, “Get up. We’re going somewhere.” 

You sat up, angrily crossing your arms and huffing at him. “Why? You never said anything abou-.” 

“Is that how you talk to me?” 

You grit your teeth, “Yes.” 

Kylo hmmed, putting his hands behind his back and slowly walking towards your side of the bed. Stopping directly in front of you and bending at the waist, leaving the two of you nose to nose. “Angel, I don’t really want to have a bad day today.” He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before gripping your cheeks with his thumb and forefinger. “Now get up, get dressed, and get your ass to the hanger in 15 minutes, or else I’m leaving without you.” 

You nodded, eyes wide at his authoritative tone. He gave you a small smile, kissing you softly on the lips before pulling away. 

-----

Kylo refused to tell you where you were going, just telling you to stop fidgeting and relax. You weren’t a big fan of surprises, especially Kylo’s surprises because they usually were sexual, violent, or disgusting. After about 4 hours of flying the two of you landed on a heavily wooded planet, much like Endor but without the wookies. Everything was covered in a blanket of snow, lightly falling in small snowflakes to the crunching ground under your boots. Kylo had stormtroopers carry your bags, along with his own. Signaling you to follow him down a ramp towards a hidden city. 

Twinkling lights littered the skyline, street lamps glowing in the light snowfall. The streets were bare, all the people probably hiding because the Supreme Leader of the Galaxy had landed in their quaint town. Kylo stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into him, he let out a sigh through his mask. Opening a front door and gesturing for you to enter first. 

Inside was a beautifully decorated store. Lined with gorgeous dresses that ranged in color and length, you were awestruck. Lightly running your fingers on fabric that hung on the racks near the front entrance. The store had everything, anything you could’ve ever wanted. Kylo swatted your hand away from a gown, encasing your fingers in his leather paws. 

Around the corner came a small, elderly woman. Her eyes bright and shining, a small pair of glasses perched on her nose. She smiled at the two of you, “What can I do for you Supreme Leader?” 

“We are here for a wedding dress.” 

Your eyes popped out of your head, fully flipping around to face him. The woman nodded, “Right this way,” her hands grasping your free arm. You resisted slightly, “What are you talking about? Why am I getting a wedding dress?!” 

She brought you to a podium, having you stand in the center, and began measuring you for the dresses. Kylo stood behind you, his arms crossed behind his back as he spoke to the lady, “We would prefer it be black, I’ll be wearing a complete suit that is in that color.” 

“Of course Supreme Leader.” She spoke, maneuvering you around. “Anything else for the two of you?” 

“A matching bridal lingerie set as well, please.” 

She nodded, giving you a smile before walking towards the back of the store. Once she was gone up ran at Kylo, grasping his robes and yanking him down to your level. “What do you think you’re doing? Taking me here and demanding to get a wedding dress?!” 

Kylo hummed, pulling back slightly, “We are here because we are getting married.” 

You let go of him, waving your arms around like a maniac. “Oh are we? I don’t think I remember having this conversation with you!” He didn’t move, mask staying focused on your agitated form. 

“We aren’t even engaged yet Kylo!” 

“That’s been handled.” 

“By whom?” you scoffed, “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to ask me, not have one of your knights do it for you.” 

Kylo grabbed you, spinning you around and pinning your back to his chest. Forcing you to stare at him in the mirror across the podium. His large, imposing form encasing you in his arms. You could feel his deep breaths, chest rising and falling as he stood in silence. 

“You do love me, don’t you?” he asked, breath barely a whisper out of his vocoder. 

You gulped, eyes slightly tearing at him. “Yes, of course, I love you Kylo.” 

“Then marry me.” 

Your eyes squeezed shut, a small sob breaking through. Kylo tightened his arms around you, cooing through his helmet. You began hiccuping between your sobs, managing to spin in his arms and grab his shoulders. “Please,” you took a breath, “please can you take off the mask?” 

Kylo sighed, releasing you and doing as you wish. Tossing it onto the nearby viewing couch. When he faced you, you began sobbing again. His own cheeks stained with tears, eyes bloodshot, and nose slightly running. He let out a small sob, “Will you be my wife?” 

You nodded furiously, “Yes, yes I will.” 

———

The day had come, you were standing at the end of a walkway. Snow falling down all around you, the chairs lined with people, everyone was eager to see the Supreme Leader marry. You would become the Empress of the galaxy, it was a big deal. There were photographers scattered all around, capturing the first moment you rounded the corner to see Kylo. 

He stood on the altar, in a full black suit. His hair was cut slightly shorter, his cheeks rosy from the crisp winter air. Behind him stood the knights, all out of uniform and flanking his sides, except for Vicrul. He was the one who was giving you away, meeting you at the beginning of the chairs. 

The music began to softly play, tune in rhythm with your steps as you approached Kylo. From behind your sheer black veil, you could see his normally stony exterior melt away. Beaming with pure happiness and unbridled love. The closer you moved, the more you teared up. Taking in deep breaths as you clung to Vicrul. Each step you took crunched on the freshly fallen snow. 

Kylo met you at the foot of the altar, giving Vicrul a small nod. You turned and embraced the knight, whispering thank you. Kylo grasped your hand, walking you up towards the officiant. Phasma was standing in a smart-looking black suit, towering over the two of you and your blissful union. 

“You may be seated,” she spoke to the crowds. “We are gathered here today, to witness the most sacred of unions. One of pure and unrelenting passion and love, one that puts even the famed Romeo and Juliet to shame. I do know that these two profess their mind body and souls to one another,” she turned to you. “Will you please slide the ring onto the Supreme Leaders finger?” 

You nodded, shakily taking the ring from Vicrul behind you. Holding Kylo’s large hand in your own, tears falling from your eyes as you barely got it on his finger. Behind you, Phasma spoke again, “You may now recite your vows.” 

“Kylo,” you choked. Unable to look into his eyes, as his own tears would cause you to weep more. “I never thought I would be here, to find someone who truly understands and loves me as much as you do. Not one moment in my life has brought me to believe that I deserve this, or you. But here I stand. Pledging my loyalty, fidelity, passion, and undying love to you. Even after death.” 

You both took in a deep breath, preparing for Kylo to speak. Phasma repeated the command to him, producing the ring from his pocket. He almost dropped it from how much he was shaking, letting out a small laugh as he wrangled it onto your finger. The ring was a gold and white diamond, mounted with a red kyber crystal. Gleaming in the soft daylight, swarming with the force Kylo embedded into it. 

“My love,” he hiccuped, brushing his cheek with his free hand. “There is nothing in the galaxy that can compare to my love for you. The heavens themselves would weep if you were not to walk on this earth, and I cannot imagine what I would be without you.” He paused, taking in a deep breath as he ran his thumb over your knuckles, “You are my life, my savior, my light at the end of the tunnel. I would have no direction if I was without you, like a ship lost at sea. I wouldn’t be able to be the person I am today without your constant love and devotion. I know that I can never match the kindness, caring, and undying love you have given me, but I will spend the rest of eternity showing you how much I love you.” 

You let out a sob, clutching onto his hands as you openly wept at his words. Fully knowing that your bridal makeup was ruined, mascara would be staining your cheeks while your eyes would be bloodshot. Phasma looked at the two of you, taking in a shaky breath, “I now pronounce you man and wife, Supreme Leader you may now kiss your Empress.” 

Kylo turned to you, bringing his hands to the hem of your veil. Softly lifting it over your head and revealing your face. The moment your eyes met you smiled, a true smile. Showcasing your ruined makeup, rosy cheeks, and dimples. Kylo looked no better, his crooked teeth breaking through his mask. His lips pink and quivering from the anticipation, Kylo brought his hands to your cheeks. Whispering just as your lips met, “You look more beautiful than I ever imagined.” 

-----

3. Kill….Clyde Logan.

I know. I’m upset about it too, it would be like the death in Old Yeller, I would shoot him for his own good. Like a mercy killing, he would understand, saying “I know darlin’.”. We would share one last kiss before I shot him with a double-barrel shotgun. I have to be authentic to the book, and that’s what Clyde’s wishes were. 

I cannot go into detail because it will break me, so instead I’m focusing on my wedding night with Kylo. 

I’m literally crying in the club rn. 

@finn-ray-nal-beads you wanted to be tagged

#adam driver #kylo ren #charlie barber #clyde logan #fuck #marry #kill #ask fridays #historyandfandoms50

[tomthesoftie]

laundry day

a/n: this took me like 2-3 hours to write - oops - i came up with this idea when i was drawing in my sketchbook, hopefully it’s good because it’s already 4 am lol

pairing: college!flirt!tom holland x nerdy!reader

warnings: foul language, kind of sexual not really, tom being a dick and a flirt, y/n has a shitty day, rip harry is such good friend

masterlist

pt.1 | pt.2

After a long day, you headed back to your dorm, taking a bath a soon as you got back. You had planned on going to the library to do some late night studying, or just reading, after your bath. Unfortunately, it was laundry day and you only had a white, cropped camisole and a short skirt, that was too short to be worn anywhere, left in your closet. You groaned having no other choice than to take those. 

The day had been terrible for you. You had been assigned stacks on stacks of papers that were either due by the end of the week or 3 weeks, maximum. Then, when you were rushing to get your lunch, some ass cut in front of you and took at least 30 minutes to order, resulting in you not having any lunch and rushing to your class. After that class, you had 15 minutes to get to your next lecture, so you decided to get yourself a coffee. Thankfully, you were able to order this time with no interruption, but when you were walking to the lecture hall, a curly brunette “accidentally,” and harshly, bumped your shoulder, making you drop the coffee in your hand. You cried out, feeling your anger succumb your every emotion.

“Dude,” you exclaimed.

You were never the kind to fight back, but today had already been so shitty for you that you’d snapped.

The brunette grinned, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“My ass,” you rolled your eyes, clenching your fists at your side, “look, buddy, today has already been a very shitty day for me, so if you wouldn’t mind, at least sound sincere when you apologize for fucking spilling my only source of energy.”

“Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he laughed, not taking a single word you had said seriously.

“You know what? Just fuck off,” you stomped away, remembering that you still had to get to your next lecture.

He snickered behind you as you walked away, clearly finding amusement in your indignation. 

That brings you to where you are now: heading to library in a skimpy outfit with a strap of your book bag clinging onto your right shoulder. By now it was 8 P.M. and you still hadn’t gotten any food to eat. Although your stomach was growling louder than a predatory animal sensing danger, you were determined to get to the only place you could seek peace: the library. 

As you walked in, Harry, one of your close friends was eyeing you weirdly. He had volunteered to work at the library, seeing he could do his homework and study there, as well as get in a few aesthetic pictures.

“What are you wearing?” His eyebrows furrowed, scanning your outfit.

“Don’t judge, it’s laundry day and today fucking sucked,” you groaned loudly, knowing that no one would be at the library at such a late time of day.

Your stomach growled, “You got a lion in your shirt, or shall I say piece of fabric?” 

“I haven’t eaten lunch or dinner at all today,” you slouched, dropping your bag to the floor, “got anything I could eat?”

“Of course, I got to have a snack or twenty if I’m going to be working till 10 P.M,” he handed you two large energy bars, “you’re gonna need it.”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” you pulled a chair over to the circulation desk, where Harry was seated.

“I know,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing you book bag, pulling out Pride and Prejudice, one of your favorites. You opened the book to the page you left off on and began reading. Harry had gone back to studying and taking pictures, mostly of you.

“Harry,” a voice boomed as it entered. 

You had only gotten 45 minutes to read in peace. You mentally and probably physically banged your head with the book.

“Are you ready to go?” The voice continued. 

As you listened closely, you realized you’d heard to voice before. You just couldn’t put your finger on who it was. 

“I still have 1 hour left, Tom,” Harry stated.

You lifted your head in the direction of the familiar stranger. It was curly brunette, the one who had knocked your coffee out of your hand and given zero fucks about it.

“Who’s there, Harry?” you asked, staying hidden in your seat. 

“Just my older brother, Tom. I don’t talk about him much ‘cause he’s a dick,” he said, raising his voice at the end, making sure Tom could hear him.

“Right, I’m the dick,” Tom mumbled to himself before snapping back, “call me another name and I won’t be giving you a ride home tonight. Also, who’s the girl?”

“Y/N, she’s my friend,” he replied, paying no mind to his brother.

Tom brought it upon himself to scope you out. He wandered through the isles of books and looked at all the seats in the library, finally finding you to be sitting with his brother. His eyes scanned your body, admiring the suddenly too tight tank top and short skirt on you.

“Hey, coffee girl,” he winked.

“You know Tom?” Harry glanced at you, confused.

“No, I don’t. I just know that he’s a douche who can suck and choke on his own dick,” you had tensed and your anger from the afternoon had started rising again. 

“I’m sure you’d like to,” his stance not faltering.

“Son of a bitch,” you simply flipped him off, not wanting to put anymore effort into him than necessary. 

He chuckled and brought a chair over to sit himself next to you. The warmth of his body was radiating off of him. 

“Pride and Prejudice, a classic. I’ve never read it, though. Would you say the 2005 film was worthy of its positive reviews?” Tom tried to start a conversation, but you ignored him, scooting your chair away from his.

“C’mon, darling, if you’re still mad about the coffee, I can make it up to you,” this peeked your interest.

“How so?” You asked, placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“You and me, tomorrow at 12 P.M, that french café near the garden. See you then?” He offered, arching his brow.

You sat silently, thinking about it, “Fine, but don’t think that this is a date.”

He grabbed a pen and post it, writing his contact information on it, “Whatever you want, princess.” 

You snatched the paper out of his hand and began packing your bags. Forgetting that you were wearing practically a strip of fabric around your waist, you bent over and grabbed your bag, giving Tom a great view of your ass and the black, lace panties you wore.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N, your skirt.”

Your eyes widened in realization, “Oh shit, sorry.”

You stood up straight, pulling the skirt down as far as possible and started to head out before a voice stopped you.

“Also, feel free to wear that tomorrow,” Tom winked one last time before letting you walk away.

Your face was burning red and you couldn’t help but let your giggle slip through your lips. You were sure gonna wear this tomorrow.

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[liberty-barnes]

Miah’s 1K Celebration

so...

welcome to the mess that is my 1k celebration cause i’m unable to make simple choices and can’t stand the thought of letting people down

as you can see, i’m perfectly normal

the literal 1005 people following me would disagree on that but heyyy details

so anyway

one thousand

one bloody thousand people following me

my inicial reaction is whyyyy??? i’m just a bisexual disaster who sometimes writes a half decent fanfic but you deemed me worthy of your follow?

then i started crying cause yk

but bottomline is, i love you all, you’re the bestest people in the whole entire world, so i’m gonna make both a sleepover and a writing challenge

sleepover cause i like answering questions

writing challenge cause it gives me a chance to show you all other artists and discover other artists myself cause we all need them and they deserve more recognition

special shoutout to my mutuals who i’ll tag at the end for always being there for me and supporting me through every high and every low, y’all are the real heroes here

BUT ANYWAY, ONTO THE CELEBRATION PART, WHICH FINDS ITSELF UNDER THE CUT OTHERWISE IT’D BE TOO BIG TO PROPERLY REBLOG (i tend to ramble a bit, but you already knew that)

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: December 20th 2020

Who can participate: everyone, anon or not! no need to be following me either

send me asks for:

✨ my opinion on...

🌻 cast my mutuals as...

🎵 i'll put my playlist on shuffle and give you a song

🍉 random fact about me

🦔 what's my favorite...

🍀 i'll give you advice (or just listen to you rant, if you want)

💬 last text [insert person] sent me

💌 handwritten letter

🎬 movie rec

📖 fic or blog rec

📘 inspiration behind [insert fic name], how i came up with it or if you have questions about it

🖋 line from one of my WIPs (tell me if you want fluff or angst, i won't tell you the pairing or anything, that's no fun)

💋 kiss, date, marry [insert people]

🎤 give me a song an i'll do a mini cover of it (it will be 1min long tops cause that's all tumblr can take lmao)

📷 random picture from my camera roll (you can request a theme if you want, like pictures from my childhood or awkward pics or something)

Rules:

• Open to anyone (don't have to be following me)

• Send me a DM or ask with the prompt(s) you want (two people tops per work) and who you're writing about

• Smut is allowed but make sure to put it in the warnings

• I will accept works for any Marvel character or cast member, part of the Holland clan, 1D member or affiliated, Teen Wolf characters or cast member, Maze Runner character or cast member

• Can be reader inserts or not, but please specify it in your DM/ask too

• Tag me when you're done

• All works will be rebloged under #Miah's 1k writing challenge and put in a masterlist that will be specifically created for this writing challenge

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: January 11th 2020

Prompt list:

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

3. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

4. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

5. “Can you just please hold me?”

6. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

7. “Can I stay here tonight?”

8. “You’re really warm.”

9. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

10. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

11. “You are crushing me right now.”

12. “Darling I love you and all, but please get out of my kitchen.”

13. "I leave you alone for five minutes and this happens."

14. "I didn't fall. The floor looked lonely so I wanted to hug it." "Then why are you crying?" "It was an emotional reunion."

15. "There's no such thing as too many fairy lights."

16. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

17. “I love you.” “No you don’t”

18. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

19. “I miss the old you.”

20. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

21. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

22. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

23. "It's okay. It's not your fault that I couldn't be enough."

24. "Please don't leave me."

25. "You have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

26. "Will you shut up for once in your life?"

27. "This isn't about us."

28. "I will shove a christmas tree so far up your ass that when you open your mouth we'll see the fairy lights."

29. "I'm not crying, my eyes are sweating"

30. "Is that blood?" "Yes, but it's not mine." "Is that supposed to make it better?"

31. "I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

32. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

33. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?"

34. "I can explain!" "Then explain." "Okay, I can't explain."

35. "Get out of here with your facts. Just because you're accurate does not mean you're interesting."

36. "How many hearts did you break while trying to keep yours intact?"

37. "I know everything. It's in the job description."

38. "One more word out of you and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth."

39. "Do you listen to girl in red?"

40. "Is that code for something or am I just paranoid?"

41. "With how things have been going, I might as well start working at a circus."

42. "I love (him/her/them)." "Then why did you give up?" "Cause (he/she/they) deserved better."

43. "I want to ask but something tells me the answer will be more disturbing than anything I can think of."

44. "Do you think he's... *flicks wrist*?"

45. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" "Do you want me to answer that honestly or politely?"

46. "Just how clumsy are you?"

47. "So... the weather?"

48. "Just leave."

49. "Don't you fucking dare!"

50. "You don't have to talk right now. But whenever you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be here to listen."

tagging and complimenting my amazing mutuals cause y’all deserve it

@parkersbliss​ thank you for marrying me, first of all, and for being the most amazing wife one could ask. i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and i will never stop ebing thankful for your existence

@peterspideyy​ thank you for listening to my rants along with grace and supporting me during all my simping, you’re the sweetest thing existing since powdered sugar

@theamazingtomholland​ thank you for always putting a smile on my face, reminding me that i’m loved everyday and just being you, cause it’s the best thing you could be

@lozzypoz321​ thank you for listening to me rant abt my fics and how much i hate writing and then motivating me to write again or do basic things like get out of bed lmao (we still have the best taste in music)

@everything-is-alrightt​ kenzie lovely, thank you for being the pure little ball of unfiltered joy that you are cause even thinking about you and the jump shit your brothers get up to makes me smile like crazy, you’re amazing and don’t you dare forget it

@spider-trash​ thank you for being my brother, going alon with my ridiculous schemes for corrupting posie and making me laugh out loud every time you come up with something even worse, you’re the coolest bro i could ask for

and finally, thank you @fallinfortom​ for inspiring me to write in the first place, being an amazing mum to us, an actual good role model for me to have and for your random appearances in my dreams and the fun english teacher who makes us read tom holland fics instead of english literature. you’re amazing and i’m incredibly thankful to know you

love you all to the ends of the universe and back again, Miah

#libbys stuff #miah's 1k celebration #miah's 1k sleepover #miah's 1k writing challenge

[goldenfawnwriting]

Birds Of a Feather- Part 16 Hawks Fic

Summary: Finch has been missing for over a month with no trace and Hawks is getting very nervous.

A/N: So I started writing this and had it halfway done two days ago but when I went to save it, it deleted it all so fuck me I guess lmao

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, I think that's it.

It had been a month now. Finch had started wearing heavy eyeliner, foundation to cover her freckles. Menial things to try and evade the commission's dogs a little longer. She kept her wings wrapped up in bandages, telling the people she worked with at the small cafe that they had been burned badly beyond recognition and that they used to be a pinkish hued white.

When she got home every night to her much too expensive, tiny apartment, she unwrapped them, staring deadly at the fallen feathers. They were breaking off from the tight wrapping. She only threw them away, going about her usual showering and watching a bit of tv before going to bed. She had been doing alright for herself but she was going to have to go withdrawal more money soon. She sighed, she really was dreading having to do that. To go about withdrawaling money she would have to travel at least 50 to 100 miles away just to avoid tracing.

Which would just be annoying. The more she traveled the more of a chance someone would recognize her. She knew that, but she also knew she couldn't put it off for much longer.

Hawks on the other hand was pulling his hair out at the office. They wouldn't allow him to go search with the other people out looking for her. He was told to just sit still and look pretty and if anyone asked during interviews he was supposed to tell them that she was fine and just taking a break.

His mind was going off the wall. He had looked over the papers over and over and over and just couldn't find a lead no matter what. The last time she had taken money out it was in the city before she left. She must've gotten another phone, another number, cause her old phone was both missing and unresponsive. She probably turned it off and dumped it somewhere. He was at his wit's end.

"Mr. Hawks? They're asking for you in conference room three."

A petite, older woman called from his doorway. He huffed, running a hand over his face before setting the papers down on hid desk and standing from his chair. He glanced over at Finch's old desk, there was a thin settling of dust on everything and he grimaced. It had been so long. He just wanted her home.

He made his way to the conference room and knocked before entering, swinging open the door to enter. He was greeted with all the higher ups of the commission and he swallowed hard. What was going on?

"Hawks, nice of you to make it. We've missed you at the last couple meetings."

He only nodded to the man in the black suit.

"Why am I here?"

He questioned gruffly. He really didn't feel like another interview, let alone some menial publicity event.

"We have a new ping on her bank account. We want you to investigate."

Hawks snatched the papers from him violently, looking at the location and time. 4 minutes ago, about 58 miles away.

He could go now and get there in an hour. If she was moving under cover she wouldn't be flying so he could get there and still have about an hour to search before she would really be gone again. He didn't wait for them to say anything else, he took off out the window at the speed of light, pushing his wings to go as fast as he possibly could.

He made it in about 30 minutes, a new record for him. He was absolutely exhausted as he slowed down over the city it pinged from, flying around the perimeter before going inwards to look down on the sidewalks. He scanned and scanned and was upset to not come up with any brown wings strolling down main street. Not that he expected her too. As he continued looking he noticed an odd woman, looking up at him before tearing into the entrance of a store. Was she a criminal? He hummed but decided not to persue. He was here for one reason.

That's when it hit him. The bandaged appendages. He whipped around, flying back to the store and ripping the door open, searching it quickly before turning to an employee.

"Did you see a woman with bug bandaged wings?"

"U-uh she just went out the west entrance!"

He was running then, pushing through people before he spotted her again, running through the crowds away from him, trying to disappear into the people but he wouldn't allow that. He sprung up, using his wings to propel him over the crowd before coming down and grabbing her, tumbling them both to the ground.

"Let go of me!"

"Why were you running?!"

He huffed, getting her up and handcuffing her before getting them out of the crowd. He needed a more private place to talk. She thrashed, trying to get away. She knew she was screwed. He had found her and there was no way out of this. He was going to catch on to her at some point, why was she so surprised? Maybe because she thought she had disguised herself pretty well? Of course that would mean nothing to Keigo.

They entered a back alley where Hawks turned her around to face him, leaving the handcuffs on just to make sure she wouldn't run off.

"Finch?"

"W-who are you talking about?"

She tried to play dumb but she was way too nervous, fidgeting with her hands and looking off. She had never been a good liar.

"Stop playing stupid, where the hell have you been? Why did you go? Do you know how much everyone has been worrying? Asami, me, everyone at work!"

"Oh stop, I know no one at work missed me! You've probably had girls at your knees every day since I've been gone..."

He grabbed her chin and made her look at him, his thumb and index finger digging into her jaw and forcing it into an upward angle.

"Stop it Finch. I'm not kidding, where have you been. I've been killing myself trying to find you."

"I just wanted to get away..."

"Is this because I didn't say I love you back, because if thats the case-"

"That's not it! I just wanted to get away, I needed some time.."

"Ya and to stress out everyone who loves you. We thought you were dead Kore."

Her eyes were filling with tears and Hawks let his hand slip away from her jaw. Her short, choppy bob moved to veil her face as she looked down. He sighed and looked around, anywhere but her.

"What happened to you? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine..."

"What's going on with your wings?"

"Nothing, they're fine."

"Then unwrap them and let's go home, Asami has been up my ass-"

"No!"

There was a pause as he stared at her. No? He was dumbfounded. She wasn't going to come home?

"K-Keigo... I can't..."

"What do you mean?"

"C-can we go somewhere else to talk...?"

He nodded and uncuffed her, opting to grab her hand instead.

"My apartment is like sixty some miles away. Can we go there?"

She offered. He couldn't lie, he was curious about how she'd been living.

"Ya, that's fine. I'll follow you.."

He was appalled when she started walking.

"Wait- you're not gonna walk there right? Just fly..."

"I can't."

"What do you mean, you said they're fine-"

She turned, undoing the bandages to unwrap her wings. When she finally let the bandages drop his jaw went slack, his eyes wide. Her feathers slowly were falling out, molting if you will.

"It's from keeping them wrapped, almost all of them are gone. I can't fly without feathers..."

"You haven't been flying this entire time?"

He whispered. He was almost brought to tears. Her wings, once so beautiful, were so hideous now, marled and torn apart.

"No. If I flew people would see me. And I couldn't just let the colour be known, you guys have been reporting every fucking second of the day."

She growled. He reached out, his fingers nearly grazing the broken feathers before she ripped her wings away, folding them up.

"If you want to come let's go, I'm not waiting around forever."

He blinked away the shock before sighing and following her lead. He hated walking through cities. He always got wayyy too much attention.

#hawks angst #bnha hawks #hawksbnha #wing hero hawks #mha hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo

[apoguecalledjj]

Fixation (Chapter 7)

Series summary: Eleanor is new to the outer banks, and the pogues are quick to take her in. But so are the kooks, and as she grows closer with Rafe, trouble emerges. Trying to balance her relationship with the pogues and the kooks, as well as dealing with her own personal problems, Eleanor falls into a hole she may not be able to dig herself out of.

Chapter Word Count: 3383

Chapter Warnings: Physical abuse, drug use, vomiting, overdose, hospitals

Previous Parts: Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7

Taglist: @prejudic3 @maragritatimebaybee @drewxxrudy @outerbankslove @bricksatanakinswindow @alexa-playafricabytoto @gigi-june

The only words uttered from Rafe’s mouth on the drive home were “What the fuck.” The fact that he had even allowed her into his truck shocked Ellie, for once, instead of taking a chance to beat up a pogue, he simply grabbed Ellie’s arm and yanked him to his truck.

JJ’s eyes had met hers as she was forcefully dragged away, his eyes filled with worry as he glanced at the tight grip Rafe had on her, but she shook her head and discreetly gave him a thumbs up, letting him know she was okay. Even if she wasn’t sure she was.

Rafe’s hands now clutched the wheel tightly, his knuckles white and shaking. Every so often he would glance over, anger prominent on his face, before shaking his head and turning back towards the road.

“Rafe,” Ellie started, quietly, scared of angering him even more. He didn’t respond, instead just simply grunting at her voice. “Rafe, I love you, I swear. I do.”

“Do you? It sounds like there’s a but.” Rafe didn’t turn his attention from the road. The calmness in his voice terrified Ellie.

“There’s no but. I’m sorry, babe. He started to lean in and before I could even stop him-” She trailed off, cursing herself internally. Rafe hated JJ enough as it was, and now she had thrown him completely under the bus even though they were equally at fault for the kiss. 

“Ellie I don’t care.” Ellie looked at him, biting her lip in confusion. “I know what the fucking pogues are like. Especially JJ.”

He pulled into the driveway of his house, pushing the truck into park and jumping out before Ellie could even move. He was waiting for her, he plucked open the passenger side door and motioned for her to get out.

Both her feet had barely touched the ground before Rafe shoved her roughly into the side of the truck. “You shouldn’t have been fucking around him though,” He snarled into her ear, his fingers digging deep into her shoulder blades, her back pressed against the truck.

“I’m sorry, Rafe,” Ellie choked out, her shoulders burning with pain. Rafe pushed her against the truck harshly once more before pulling away.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you won’t do it again. I love you.” 

Ellie nodded quickly, wiping away a couple of stray tears that had leaked from her eyes. “I love you too.”

“I’m going to take a shower. Wait for me in my room?” Rafe didn’t wait for a response, immediately moving to go into the house. Ellie wasn’t far behind him. 

All she could think about was getting high. She needed something to distract her from everything. The fact that she and JJ had kissed. The fact that she enjoyed it. The realization that she was scared of her boyfriend, who she knew she had no true feelings for, and that she couldn’t stop thinking about JJ. 

Ellie knew exactly where Rafe kept his coke, but she was shocked to see way more than she was used to in the drawer. Immediately, she ripped open the bag, preparing a line and wasting no time snorting it.

A few lines later, Rafe emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped low on his waist and his hair still dripping wet. “Oh fuck Ellie what are you doing? That’s the shit I was supposed to sell for barry.” He ran a finger through his hair, clearly stressed, his gaze locked on Ellie, and the abundance of powder in front of her.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow, Rafe. I’ll pay you back. Just c’ mere. I got a line here for you.”

Rafe would never turn down coke, and soon, the two of them were laughing and giggling together, the night finally going right. Everything from before was forgotten, and all Ellie could focus on was that moment. The kiss, the fight, all forgotten as she did line after line after line. --- JJ was stressed and none of the pogues could calm him down. “I should call her.” He stood up suddenly from his spot on the couch, looking towards where his phone was charging in the kitchen of the chateau. It was late now, nearing 1 AM, and nearing 7 hours since Rafe had dragged Ellie away, causing her to miss her shift.

“You can’t call her man. She’s with Rafe. It’ll make things worse.” Pope spoke from where he was sat next to JJ. The four of them, Pope, John B, Kiara, and Sarah, had immediately left The Wreck and came back to the chateau after finding JJ stood in shock alone with his head in his hands outside.

“She’s doing fucking drugs, Pope! And now she’s gone home with Rafe. You didn’t see the way he grabbed her. He’s gonna hurt her, I know it. And I didn’t do shit! I should have done something. He’s gonna hurt her because of me. It’s all my fucking fault!” JJ rambled on, yelling and clenching his fists. 

John B rushed across the room and grabbed him, trying to calm him down. “JJ. You gotta stop. If you would have touched Rafe it wouldn’t have helped and you know that. She’s okay. Rafe’s not gonna hurt her.”

JJ sat back down, defeated. He was exhausted, his head spinning. All he could think about was confessing to Ellie, kissing Ellie, Rafe grabbing Ellie. Ellie doing coke. So many things Ellie didn’t deserve. He searched, searched his brain so hard for reasons Ellie would turn to Rafe, and give in to doing drugs. He found nothing.

“I texted her, JJ. She messaged back. She said she’s good. And there’s a smiley face. You can relax now,” Kiara said. She turned her phone screen towards JJ, allowing him to read the texts.

“We still caught her snorting coke,” JJ reminded her. He was stressed, terrified for Ellie, he wanted nothing more than to rush over to figure 8 and help her.

“We’ll help her in the morning, JJ. We’re not gonna let this go any farther, but there’s nothing more we can do tonight. Not while she’s with the brother.” Sarah told JJ. “Right now we should just try to get some sleep. She works tomorrow, right Kie?” Kiara nodded, and Sarah continued, standing up from where she was sat. “Exactly, so let’s get some sleep now, and we’ll talk to her in the morning. We can meet her at the wreck, first thing.”

Reluctantly, JJ agreed and made his way to the spare bedroom. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, he finally fell asleep, but not before setting an alarm for 8:30, a half-hour before the start of Ellie’s shift. --- One minute, Ellie was feeling great. All her stress was gone, her mind free of any negativity. Euphoria rushed over her, her body lazily leaned up against Rafe’s as she gazed at the ceiling.

The next minute, she was anxious. She had no idea what changed, or what she was anxious over. Suddenly, it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her throat was tight, her heart thumping so hard she could feel it. Ellie was so aware of everything, her body touching Rafe’s, his hair tickling her face. The way her shirt stuck to her body. 

Her hands slightly trembled, and she tried her best to stop them before Rafe noticed, but she felt as if she couldn’t focus on anything. Rafe felt her shaking, which was quickly getting worst, and pulled away to look at her. “Ellie? What’s wrong?”

Ellie opened her mouth but she couldn’t speak, instead beginning to gag as a wave of nausea rushed over her so quick she hardly noticed. Sweat pooled on her forehead, down her back, and god, why was her shirt sticking to her so fucking bad? She tried to pull it away but her body was trembling, she couldn’t get a grip on the fabric.

“Gonna throw up,” She mumbled as she continued to gag, her vision blurring as excessive heat came over her. She was so hot. So fucking hot. What was going on? Her heart, beating, beating so quick, it was gonna come out of her chest. Her heart was gonna beat out of her chest.

Ellie’s breathing quickened, she tried to focus on her heart, trying to slow it down so it wouldn’t beat right out of her chest, but everything was swirling, why was everything swirling?

Rafe picked her up quickly, rushing to the bathroom. he placed her gently on the floor but realized shortly after that she couldn’t hold herself up. He held her up to the toilet, and it didn’t take her long to empty the contents of her stomach- the alcohol she had drunk earlier that night. She had forgotten about that.

Rafe cursed, this was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight. Ellie had never gotten hungover this bad before, so why now? They hardly had any, and It wasn’t even the next morning. He swore again as he felt her go limp in his arms, she had fallen asleep, he assumed.

He picked her up once again, carrying her to the bed. The heat radiating from her body scared Rafe. He placed her in his bed, before going back to the bathroom to get a cold cloth for her forehead.

What the fuck was wrong with her? He had never experienced something like this before. He was used to dealing with hangovers, he got them al the time, and Topper was a lightweight. He had dealt with comedowns from coke, dealt with Ellie’s comedowns specifically, and it had never been like this. 

How much had she done tonight anyway? Rafe realized he didn’t know. He glanced at the multiple bags sitting on his desk from where he was sitting next to Ellie’s still trembling body, and finally noticed how many of them were empty. Was she overdosing? He couldn’t call an ambulance. That would get him, and Ellie probably, in trouble, and she wouldn’t want that. She would probably wake up in a few hours, perfectly fine. Yeah, Rafe thought, she’ll wake up perfectly fine.

Her phone lit up from where she had thrown it on the bed earlier. A text from Kiara, asking how she was. Rafe frowned, enraged at the reminder that his girlfriend was friends with the pogues, but the last thing he needed was them showing up here, so he sent a text back.

Ellie’s body jerked roughly. And then again. Rafe turned to look at her and his heart immediately dropped, her body jerking and twitching much more than before. Was this a seizure? There was drool, slightly dripping from her mouth, and Rafe officially panicked. This was bad. This was really fucking bad.

He turned Ellie on her side, he managed to remember that. Then he rushed across the room, quickly chucking the plastic bags with remnants of white powder into the back of his quite cluttered drawer.

Finally, after one last look at Ellie’s twitching body, he called an ambulance, gave them directions and instructions, and left. --- 8:45 the next morning, the pogues were at The Wreck. The five of them were sat at a corner table, silent. JJ twiddled with his fingers nervously, looking up every couple of minutes to check the door.

Kiara’s eyes didn’t move, they were fixated on the front door, waiting for Ellie to walk in perfectly okay. None of them would admit it, in fear of making JJ’s anxiety worse, but they were all worried about Ellie’s wellbeing.

Pope glanced at his watch. “It’s 9,” He muttered, leaning to peer out to the parking lot for any sign of Ellie’s truck.

“She’s never late,” JJ spoke quietly, his jaw clenched as he gazed around the room.

“JJ, I’m sure she’s fine, just give her 10 minutes.” But Kiara’s voice wavered, she was unsure as well, constantly checking her phone for the time. “She’s never late,” JJ repeated.

5 minutes passed, then 15. 20. Still, no sign of Ellie and the morning rush was about to begin. Mr. Carrera came out of the kitchen, a deep frown etched into his face as he made his way to the teens in the corner.

“Kiara? Eleanor’s meant to be here. Do you know where she is?” His voice was stern, it was obvious that he was disappointed.

“We don’t know dad, we’re worried about her. We were waiting for her to show up.” At Kiara’s words, his face softened, and he gestured towards the kitchen.

“Come back. We’ll make some phone calls. I’m sure she’s okay.” He placed his hand gently on his daughter's shoulder as she bit her lip nervously.

Kiara followed her dad to the back, leaving her four friends. Pope’s stare was fixated on nothing, he was staring ahead blankly, not knowing what to think. John B ran his hand through his hair, over and over again, it was getting greasy but that was the last thing he cared about. Tears welled in Sarah’s eyes, the thought of her brother hurting her new friend tearing her apart. JJ’s lip quivered, he was trying his best not to cry but wasn’t doing a good job. No one mentioned it, the fact that JJ was openly crying just showed how serious the situation really was.

No one spoke, no one had anything to say. They all cared about Ellie, she had weaseled her way into their hearts and they all considered her a good friend.

Kiara burst out of the kitchen, the door banging loudly against the wall as she ran causing multiple customers to look up. Her movements were frantic as she darted across the room, her eyes wide with shock. JJ jumped up, knowing something was wrong.

“Come on guys we have to go.” Kiara didn’t stop, instead just motioned for her friends to follow her to the van. “Ellie’s in the hospital.” --- The five of them rushed into the hospital, earning many glares from nurses and doctors as they did. Pope was the first to spot Travis Adair sitting on the other side of the waiting room, and they made their way over to him quickly.

Travis stood up, his face furious as he faced the three pogue boys. “You,” He snarled. “Was this your fault?”

It was obvious that it was only directed at the three pogues, the two kook girls not included in his discriminatory accusations. Sarah but in, using her kook status to her advantage. “Travis, none of us know what happened. We love Ellie and we’ve been worried all morning. This isn’t any of our faults, she was with my brother last night.”

Travis’s expression turned to confusion. “Rafe?” Sarah simply nodded, and Travis sat down, sighing deeply. “I suppose I should tell you what happened, then.” He paused. “I’m sorry for blaming you.”

JJ nodded curtly, normally he would be offended but at this moment, he just needed to know what happened to Ellie.

“She overdosed on cocaine. The doctors said the levels in her body were extreme, and there were also traces of alcohol. An ambulance was called to the Cameron residence, but there was no one to be found there, besides her.” He nodded towards Sarah. “I assumed she was with you guys, but now I know I was wrong.”

JJ rubbed his jaw, he needed to know if Ellie was okay. He didn’t doubt that the levels of cocaine in her body were high, Rafe often had lots and he was an idiot when it came to drugs. It angered him even more that she had been left alone, Rafe didn’t even have the decency to stay with her and make sure she was okay. His hands balled into fists by his side, if he wasn’t so desperate to see Ellie he would have already left to beat the shit out of Rafe.

Travis continued. “They found her seizing, unconscious. She had vomited multiple times. I was told the seizure could have been avoided if the ambulance would have been called earlier. But, Rafe, I guess, didn’t call when he should have.”

“How is she now?” John B asked.

“Stable, but still unconscious. They have no idea when she’ll wake up, so we’re just waiting it out. She’s allowed one visitor at a time, Annette is in with her now, but one of you can go in next.”

They all looked at JJ. Of course, he should be the one to see her first, they all agreed on that. He simply nodded, accepting that he would be the first one to see her.

“We know about her mom,” Kiara spoke softly, looking up from the tiled floor to meet Travis’s eyes.

He nodded. “That’s another factor in this. I was unsure if she would have told you guys or not, she was pretty set on keeping it secret. I guess that shows she really does trust you guys.”

‘Will she have to go to rehab?” Pope inquired.

“We haven’t decided yet.” 

At that moment, Annette appeared from down the hallway, smiling softly at the teenagers surrounding her husband. “I’m assuming one of you want to be the next to see her?” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“JJ,” Kiara exclaimed, pushing him forward. “JJ’s going first.”

Everything was a blur to him as he walked down the hallway. “117, 117, 117,” He mumbled to himself, not wanting to forget it. He bumped into someone, he wasn’t sure who, and mumbled an apology but didn’t stop. All he was fixated on was the numbers on the doors.

117. He found it and pushed the door open slowly. At first glance, the room seemed empty, there was no sign of any movement. But it didn’t take long for the steady beeps to reach JJ’s ears, and he walked over towards the bed, a tear falling from his eye once again as he finally took in Ellie’s appearance.

She was pale, paler than he had ever seen her. Her lips were chapped, aching for the lip balm she usually applied religiously. An IV was in her hand, which was rested on the bed behind her. The makeup she had been wearing the night before was smudged under her eyes, no one must have had a chance to take it off. He made a mental note to tell Kiara to bring makeup wipes and lip balm later. 

JJ sat in the chair next to her and gently took her hand into his. It was limp, which worried him, but the heart monitor next to the bed assured him she was alive. 

“El,” He whispered, even though she couldn’t hear him. “El I’m sorry I didn’t help you in time. I shouldn’t have let you leave with Rafe.” His voice shook as he started to cry. “I know I said this yesterday but I have to say it again. You’re doing things to me El, I’m fucking crazy about you. And-” He choked back a sob. “It’s scaring me. I’ve never felt like this before, and it’s really scaring me. And now, seeing you here like this, it’s, it’s tearing me apart.

“You gotta wake up soon, El. I need to see your beautiful eyes again. I want to see you smile and hear your voice.” JJ let out a light chuckle through his cries. “Oh, El, if you could see me now you’d tease me, I know it. All sappy and sad, crying. I never used to cry, not in front of anyone, anyways. I think the pogues have seen me cry more today then they have since they've known me.”

JJ squeezed her hand gently. “Last night I told you I was falling in love with you, but I take that back. The falling is already done. I’m in love with you, El, and I’m terrified. I don’t know what to do, or how to do this. I never knew what I wanted in life, but now I do. It’s you, Eleanor. All I want is you.”

JJ waited quietly, knowing it was far fetched yet praying anyway for some type of response, but instead was just left with the beep, beep, beep of the machine by the bed.

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[hammeredalcoholic]

fuck away the pain

inspired by: Fuck Away the Pain by Divide the Day

fake it like you love me, c’mon baby touch me

3 long weeks ago, your boyfriend of 3 years dumped you for another woman. Kakyoin tries to help you feel better with a night at the bar, but Jotaro has different ways to help you forget.

rated: 18+

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It had been 3 weeks. Three long unforgiving weeks, full of crying, drinking and smoking pack after pack of cigarettes. You barely left your measly apartment, staying in bed with your laptop, doing commission work for money. Your skin itched, eyes stinging from fresh tears. Why did it have to be like this?

It had been on a whim, and your boyfriend of 3 years decided that a chick he dicked down a few times was worth more than you. It hurt, the way he ended things, a simple text saying, “I don’t love you anymore, let’s move on to other people.”

You wanted to scream your lungs out at him, for not being able to keep his dick in his pants. But what can you expect? Your friends were right.

Speaking of your friends, Kakyoin had wanted you to go out to the bar with him and some of his buddies. He had said in the phone call, “You need to get out of the house, fresh air and good time will do you good.” You had sighed at that, but he was probably right. You did need to at least try to get this bullshit off your mind. What better way than a few strong mixed drinks?

It was Friday night, edging close to 8 and Kakyoin said he’d be there to pick you up in about 30 minutes. You had already showered, applied a generous amount of makeup to hide the bags that had developed under your eyes. You quickly looked through your closet, deciding on a simple worn band t-shirt, black distressed skinny jeans, and a black belt.

You got dressed quickly, slipping on socks and your trusted chucks, and looked over yourself in the mirror. Have you lost weight? Maybe, but who cares. It’s time to get sloshed.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, knowing it was Kakyoin, you grabbed your jacket and wallet and dashed out of your apartment.

You jumped into your friend’s car, a little too excited for your taste. Kakyoin gave you a bright smile. “Hey! I’m glad you decided to go with us.” You shut the door once sitting down, and looked over at him.

“Yeah, I suppose it would be good to try and get out a little more.” You replied easily, before taking notice of the two other men in the backseat. You didn’t know who they were, but you'd recognized them from Kakyoin’s social media.

“Oh! Sorry, these are my friends. Jotaro and Polnareff.” He waved towards the backseat with one hand, pulling the car out of the parking lot of your building, and heading towards their bar of choice.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked them, a little timid. Polnareff, with seemingly the most obnoxious hair you could picture, grinned back at you, elevating the worry you had. “Nothing much, sweet thing! Excited to get your party on?” You nodded at him, a flush staining your cheeks.

Jotaro, seemingly a little uninterested in the conversation, looked over at you and smiled slightly. You smiled back, before turning back around in the passenger seat and focusing on the road.

Kakyoin turned on the radio, turning it up when he found the station he was looking for. Polnareff sang his heart out in the backseat, leaning into Jotaro with every long note. You could have sworn you heard Jotaro say “Good grief,” more than once.

His voice was deep, and slightly… Arousing? Interesting.

Soon enough, Kakyoin pulled into the bar’s parking lot. Polnareff and Jotaro got out, and you slipped out of the car and looked at the building. It wasn’t too special, just a run of the mill bar, and you noticed the men making their way to the door. You picked up the pace and went inside.

Sitting down at the bar, you looked over the menu of drinks, before deciding you could go for a strong whiskey and coke. Placing your order with the bartender, and looking at who had sat next to you. Kakyoin was on your right side, and Jotaro was on the left of you.

Jotaro was looking at you. You didn’t notice right away, with the way his hat was shielding his gaze. His eyes were a deep blue, piercing your soul. You hurriedly glanced away, and engaged in the conversation Polnareff and Kakyoin were having.

“Ooh! I sure hope some pretty girls come in! That would definitely spice up the night. Right Kakyoin?”

Kakyoin huffed a laugh, “I’m sure it would for you, Polnareff.” He then glanced over at you, smiling slightly. “So how are things? Getting any better?”

You sighed before shaking your head. “I wish. It’s hard to get out of bed in the mornings. Surprised I even got out this far.” Kakyoin gave you a sympathetic smile.

Polnareff butted in, “Wait, am I missing something? What’s going on in your life, mon chou?”

You sighed slightly, before hearing Jotaro’s voice behind you. “Yeah, maybe we can help.” His voice sent shivers down your back. That’s right when your drinks arrived. You thanked the lord above, before quickly gulping down half your drink. It stung, but it was a good feeling.

“Well, about 3 weeks ago, my boyfriend of 3 years decided that someone he’d fucked like twice was better than me.” You looked down at your glass.

Kakyoin put his hand on your lower back, giving you a reassuring rub. “And, to top it all off he broke up with me in a text message.”

Polnareff gasped. “How absurd! Such a dibshit! Truly he doesn’t understand the complexities behind a relationship.” You smiled at him, his french accent articulating to show how mad he was.

Jotaro gave a quiet grunt. “Yeah, must be a dickhead. Who’d give you up?” You did a double take at that. He basically said it under his breath, so neither of the other men had heard it. Only you.

You needed more to drink.

After a couple hours a good 4 rounds of drinks, you were feeling pretty good. A light buzz rocked your head and your stomach felt warm. You quietly slipped off your chair, and all three men looked at you.

You smiled, “Just going for a smoke break.” You turned on your heel and headed towards the door. You heard someone else get off the barstool and footsteps heading after you. “I’ll come too.” Jotaro said.

You silently gulped, and nodded.

Stepping out into the night, a slight chill caused your skin to go up in goosebumps. You glanced back at Jotaro, who was silently walking behind you. You strode into the alley behind the bar and pulled out your pack, slipping a cigarette between your lips. Jotaro beat you to it, lighting his own and taking a drag.

He held up his lighter, giving you a flame. You leaned forward and lit it, pulling hard before leaning back against the wall behind you, letting the smoke exit through your nostrils.

“Thanks.” You said, before going in for another drag. He nodded in acknowledgement, nursing his own cigarette.

There was a period of silence between the both of you, letting the stream of nicotine hit your systems. He glanced over at you, before speaking slowly.

“Hey, I know this is sudden. And I just met you, but I want to make you forget that douchebag.”

You choked on the smoke in your throat. Coughing slightly, you looked back at him. “What do you mean?”

He smirked slightly, before taking a final drag from his cigarette, and flicking the filter a few feet away. “Let me fuck away your pain.” With that he pushed you up against the grungy bar wall, and kissed you. Hard.

Your cigarette fell from your fingers, and you felt yourself melting into the kiss. How long has it been since you felt like this? Months, maybe. A shiver raked your spine, and you felt his tongue on your bottom lip. You opened slightly, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and vodka.

It was addicting.

He pulled away, breathing heavy. His eyes were lidded, and blown. “He didn’t deserve you.” He mumbled, before pulling you into another heated kiss. His hands roamed your body, caressing your hips and waist, pulling you even closer.

You pulled away, panting hard and cheeks flushed. “Fuck, Jotaro- I haven’t felt like this in ages.” He frowned, before his hand came up to cup your face. “Bastard. Didn’t even treat you right.”

You gasped at that, and Jotaro took that and openly kissed you, before pushing his knee in between your legs. God- You were soaked. When did that happen? He pulled back, then leaned in and kissed your jaw, then your ear, then your neck. You shivered against him, slightly rutting against his knee for friction.

“I want to keep going, but I don’t think this is the place for that.” He whispered against you, and you nodded, unable to speak. “This bar- It has a backdoor, close to the bathrooms. Follow me.”

He then pushed himself off you, walking deeper into the alley. You followed him blindly, and he opened the backdoor, grabbed your hand and pulled you in. The bathrooms were one person and unisex. Perfect.

He pulled you inside one, before pushing you back up against the door. You heard him lock the door, and his mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting. You mewled softly, your fingers digging into his back. He groaned against you, and his hands pulled at your shirt. He lifted it slowly, taking in your breasts.

“Oh, fuck.” You blushed madly, pulling your arms back to cover yourself. Jotaro stopped you, pushing your arms up against the door. “No, you can’t hide from me.” He kept your arms above your head, his other hand going to caress your left breast, while he pushed his mouth down and nipped lightly at the other one. You moaned softly, jutting your hips out slightly, overtaken by the feeling.

He switched, mouthing the other one. “Tch, if we had more time, I’d love to rip this off you.” He toyed with your bra strap. You shivered again. “Shouldn’t we get to the main event?” You whispered slightly, pushing your crotch against his obvious boner.

He chuckled softly, before turning you around. You pushed your ass out, grinding against him. He felt big. You weren’t sure if you were going to fit him all inside you. Might as well try, right?

Jotaro groaned at the friction, and tugged at your belt and zipper. He successfully pulled down your pants, met by a black lacy thong. “God, fuck. You’re so hot.” He mumbled against your ear. You huffed out a breath, and you felt his fingers tracing around your folds, rubbing against your panties.

“God- Just touch me! Please.” You begged, and he smirked against your neck, pulling the material aside and slipping two of his digits inside you. You almost screamed, biting onto your hand to keep quiet. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

He pumped the digits inside you, his thumb coming up to rub at your clit. You almost came there, your legs shaking with no abandon.

That’s when you heard it. The clank of his belts being undone, and the unzipping of his pants. You felt the material being pulled down, and his hard cock pressed against your ass. Fuck, he was big. Way bigger than you thought.

“Are you ready for me to help you forget?” Jotaro said, pulling aside your thong, and dragged his dick against your dripping folds. “God, yes. Please, Jotaro!” You begged, and with that, he slid inside slowly. You gasped at the sting, he was stretching you, and it felt great.

He soon was inside you to the hilt, both of you panting hard. “You’re so tight.” He said between pants. Without a moment's notice, he pulled back and thrust into you. “Holy shit! Jotaro!” You screamed, and his hand came up to muffle your voice.

“Quiet.” He spoke, and pounded into you roughly. One of his hands grasped at your hip, pulling on it in tune with his thrusts, while his other hand grasped harshly around your mouth. You were moaning with every deep thrust, pushing your hips back to meet his eagerly.

This felt absolutely amazing. The mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke and the sounds of skin against skin made your head run wild and your core hot. You soon felt a long forgotten feeling of a tight coil in your abdomen.

Pushing your hand down, you rubbed at your clit with two fingers, eager to reach satisfaction. With each sultry rub, you clenched hard against Jotaro’s cock, and you felt his thrusts become erratic. He was close too.

“Fuck, god, keep doing that.” He spit out, grinding his teeth together as he continued to thrust mercilessly into you. You rubbed yourself faster, feeling orgasm creeping up, and twitching hard on his cock.

Then it hit you. White spots cluttered your vision and you felt tears leak from your eyes. You screamed his name, clenching down on him hard. He thrusted into your tight heat a few more times before letting out a dark sigh of relief. You felt his cum running down the inside of your thigh.

God that was hot.

Jotaro pulled back, before reaching and grabbing a paper towel. He cleaned himself off first, then grabbed another one and carefully wiped away the remnants of his orgasm from your pussy. You sighed, loving how careful he was with you, despite just fucking you into one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

He threw away the paper towels, and pulled his pants up, zipping and putting his belts in place. You followed suit. Once you were finished, he was looking at you, with that dark gaze.

He pressed his lips against your own, softly, not hard and rough like it had been previously. He pulled back, and stared into your eyes. You blushed.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Soon.”

You smiled slightly, before turning to unlock the door, craving another cigarette.

“Tomorrow morning sounds good to me.” You replied easily, and Jotaro smirked as he followed you back into the alleyway.

...

Kakyoin sighed against his water. He was supposed to be the designated driver, and it seems like you and Jotaro had been smoking for more than an hour. Polnareff had finished his 7th drink, and decided that he needed to use the restroom.

That was about 10 minutes ago, and the redhead resorted to aimlessly scrolling on his phone. That was until Polnareff all but knocked into him after how fast he was running from the bathroom.

“Kakyoin! Oh my lords, Kakyoin!” He gasped, before slamming down into his barstool. “What, Polnareff? Was the bathroom dirty or something?”

“No, no, no! Mon cheri! Jotaro and your friend were in the restroom right next to mine. It sounded like they were enjoying themselves!” Polnareff laughed.

Kakyoin blushed and decided to order another tall drink.

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[yikestripes]

Four Eyes

@lanezstuff

Here you go, love! Sorry it’s sorta short, i’m getting back in the game. I hope you enjoy it !!!! <333

Request: Can you maybe ship me with an IT character? My name is Lane. I’m 5’10 and on the thicker side. I have waist length blonde hair and big blue eyes. I normally wear ripped jeans and band T-shirt’s with dirty converse (I’m not very girly). I have a very loud and humorous personality. I am a really sweet loving person and strongly enjoy movies, rock/ alternative music, and anything horror related. I’m also currently in college studying to get my bsn in nursing. Thank you. So much love. ❤️

I ship you with Mr. Richie Tozier!

“Babe?” Richie called as he ran up the stairs and bounded loudly towards your room.

“Yeah Rich?” You yelled back as you tie your shoes. “I’m in here- Oh!” You started to say as he entered.

“Hey Doll,” Richie said with a grin, kissing your cheek before plopping himself on your bed. You smiled back and pulled your long hair back, preparing for another day at the Quarry with the Losers.

“What time are we meeting the others?” You asked, checking your appearance in the mirror, running your hands over your curves as Richie smiled behind you in the mirror.

“Around 1:30, I believe.” He responded absentmindedly; you turned your attention to him to realize he was staring at your ass.

“Eyes up, Tozier.” You crossed your arms and Richie’s face lit up pink.

“Sorry, couldn't help myself; especially when the view is as amazing as you,” He bore a shit-eating grin, to which you laughed a little.

“It amazes me how you got me to fall for you with such corny shit as that.” Richie didn’t say anything, just bore the grin a little longer before getting up, starting to get antsy.

“Alright alright, we can go.” You grabbed your bag off the bag of your desk chari and followed him outside, and climbed on the back of his bike, holding his waist tight.

Richie was sorta grateful you couldn’t see the look on his face, it was the same look he wore every time he thought you weren’t looking. He knew you’d make fun of it, and almost wouldn’t fully trust him when he told you how much he loved you. But he loved you more than his boy brain could allow him to articulate, and he just hoped you knew that. You did, you absolutely did.

You rocked up to the quarry shortly after, taking a small detour past the barrens, where you proceeded to make out for 10 minutes before you realized the other Losers would be waiting.

“Hey guys!” You hopped off the back of Richie’s bike, and pulled Bev into a quick hug before moving on to greet the others.

Beverly was part of the reason you were even with Richie, you’d been pining after him for about 4 months before you even realized how much you stared. Not that Richie minded, he knew the entire time. Even after your obvious staring had ceased, he knew you were practically in love with him, and he knew he felt the same. He was just curious to see if you would ever say anything, considering your sweet and outgoing persona, he always wondered if that had any impact on your confidence.

You’d been patching him up after yet another Bowers run-in (more like Bowers chasing Richie on his bike in his car to the kissing bridge, and beating him there). It wasn’t even Richie’s fault, he had been minding his own business in the arcade, when Bowers started taunting him and provoking him. Richie had tried to keep his temper in check the way you’d taught him to, to keep him from getting in fights such as this, but it was no use when Bowers wouldn’t shut up about you. Richie had had enough.

“Have you seen her eyes, Rich? They’re bigger than yours behind those stupid fucking glasses, Four Eyes!” Henry snarked. Richie began walking out of the arcade. “I almost got her last week, she totally wanted me. She couldn’t have made it more obvious, well, more than she does with Richie “Four Eyes” Tozier.” He continued. Richie’s blood was boiling, but Bowers was not worth it. “She can come begging on her knees for me any day.”

Something in Richie snapped like a stressed rubberband. He whipped around, and punched Bowers square in the nose, blood gushing. He staggered backwards, his goons instantly going towards Richie as he recovered.

“Fuck,” He winced and shook out his hand, sprinting out of the doors of The Capital and mounting his bike faster than he had when he was outrunning the fuckin clown.

He heard a car engine revving behind him and knew that Bowers was hot on his tail, and cut over towards the Barrens. He cut through every shortcut he knew, en route to The Kissing Bridge, suspecting Bowers wasn’t smart enough to track him.

Boy, had he been wrong.

“COME HERE FOUR EYES!” Bowers screeched out of the window, throwing the car into park and barreling out with Belch and Criss in tow. Bowers caught Richie by the back of his shirt and yanked him back onto his ass.

“See what happens when you mess with the Bowers gang, Trashmouth?” Bowers sneered, flicking his knife between his fingers, eyes alight with pure insanity.

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Richie said between his teeth.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bowers let the blade out.

“I said, Don’t. Talk. About Lane. LIKE THAT!” Richie leaned back and drove his elbow into Bowers’ groin, causing him to collapse and his knife to disappear into the stream below.

Criss and Belch quickly jumped into action, pummeling Richie until he started to see stars. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see red and blue lights flashing, and distant voices yelling. Belch and Criss coaxed Henry up in enough time to run away. As for Richie, he was left to try and stand up, and hopefully find the best nurse he knew before he passed out from the pain he felt all over. He was hobbling down Main Street, passed the arcade and the ice cream shop, where he encountered you leaving Mr Keene’s pharmacy downtown.

“Richie?!” You called out, seeing him hobbling. “Oh my God!” You guided him to the alley next to the store and gently helped him sit down; despite this, he was grinning at you through a black eye and split lip.

“Heya, gorgeous.” Your heart swooned a little bit, but you ignored him. “What’s crackin?”

“Your head, apparently.” You said, quickly assessing his injuries before getting to work. “You’re so lucky,” You were saying, wrapping bandages around his arm. “If I wasn’t here, or if I had gone shopping with Beverly, you would be screwed.”

Richie laughed, then winced.

“My point exactly.” You said pointedly.

“Oh come on, doll. I know for a fact I can always count on you.” He said, for the first time in your 4 years of friendship, genuinely.

You didn’t say anything, just blotting away the excess blood from a cut on his face.

“I know I can. I always can. You’re always fucking taking care of me and patching me up and shit. I wouldn’t be fucking anything without you.” He swallowed a little. “It’s one of the things I love most about you. Besides your amazing personality, sick fashion sense, or all the great memories I have with you, you’re reliable. And beautiful.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks, touched by his words.

“T-thanks R-Rich.”

“Jesus, you’re starting to sound like Big Bill.” You gave him a look and he just grinned back. “I just thought I’d let you in on it, how great you are.” You smiled.

“Thank you Richie, you’re pretty great yourself. The comedy king,”

Richie just smiled again, took the tissue and bandages from your hands, and took them in his own. He sat more upright, his dark eyes sparkling in the fading light.

“I have to do something,” He said quietly, scanning your eyes.

“What is it?” You asked, blinking again.

He put his hands on the sides of your face and kissed you, smiling into the kiss. You pulled away, breathless and wide eyed, Richie wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, I usually have that effect on people.” He leaned back and rested his hands behind his head, watching as you spluttered.

“Wh- H- oh my GOd!” You sat there for a minute trying to collect yourself, all the while Richie looked proud of himself for having that sort of effect on you.

You glared a little, and caught him off guard with another kiss, effectively making his cheeks turn pink. This time, you grinned.

“So, how are things in the land of love?” Bev asked, nodding her head in Richie’s direction, who was currently arguing with Eddie.

“Amazing, honestly. I owe it to you, for teaching me how to be so confident.” Bev just smiled.

“It’s what I do,” She sent a shy smile to Bill, who grinned. You started taking off your clothes alongside Bev, earning catcalls from Richie who quickly quieted under your glare, and got a running start to be the first into the water.

“Come on you sissies!” Beverly cried, slicking her hair back.

“We’re getting shown up by a couple of fuckin girls!” You heard Richie yell.

“Yeah, o-our girlfriends d-dumbass!” Bill responded, looking over the side. After he finally asked Bev out, Bill’s stutter had gradually improved, partially thanks to her, and partially thanks to his constant reciting of tongue twisters.

Richie leaped off and almost landed on you, giving you half a heart attack in the process.

“Jesus, Rich, you almost killed me!” You said, clutching your quickly beating heart.

“Well shit, then i’ll be without my woman! I’m so sorry my love!” He grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug, laughing.

“I swear Richie Tozier,” You rolled your eyes as he pushed you away a little bit.

“What do you swear, Lane?” Your breath hitched, it did every time he said your name.

You blanked, causing him to grin. “That’s what I thought.” You shoved his head underwater, swimming in Stanley’s direction to get away from Richie.

“IT’S ON!” He launched himself toward you, and tackled you, peppering your face with wet kisses.

“EEWW RICHIE STOOOOP!” You cried in between laughs.

“Nope!”

“You’re so disgusting!”

“Yeah, but i’m alllll yours.”

“Don’t remind me.”

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