#but the moment you’re like ‘I’m done w this toxic back n forth we’re not even a couple’

[crybaby-bkg]

a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

…

Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

#sorry this is kinda angsty lol #but I saw this tt earlier where this girl was so giddy bc ‘no caller id’ called LOL #and it just reminded me of the first part to this #at first he’s all ‘no we can’t date bc of xyz bullshit reason’ #but the moment you’re like ‘I’m done w this toxic back n forth we’re not even a couple’ #he’s like WE WERE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME!!!!! #delusion is what I like to call it #also he definitely takes you out to a place that’s very secluded and exclusive #to shut you up for the time being #the whole ‘at least I took you out!’ shtick #I hate him actually #but the toxic hate sex goes crazy ☝🏻 #okay gn I’m sleepy and I felt so shitty today #or yesterday #so I’m hoping today will be better #maybe I’ll mediate before I start on my work #I wanna go on a walk sometime this week bc it’s gonna be great weather but my anxiety keeps telling me #that one of the stray cats or foxes is gonna attack me AKSJDKDJDJD #omg does anyone remember me talking about that calico kitty in my backyard at one point??? #I haven’t seen her since and I hope she’s okay :( we miss her :( #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬

[hydroponicjj]

no place like home

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: you get kicked out of your house and have nowhere to go. you want to tough it out on your own but your boyfriend won’t let you.

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of abuse, alcohol, swearing

a/n: i’m back!!! wrote this instead of studying for my spanish midterm oops. hope that you all enjoy and make sure you send requests!

                    「 ₊˚.༄ 」

You were good at hiding your emotions.

This wasn’t something that you were appreciative of, you were ashamed. You wish that you could express how you genuinely feel without being terrified that someone would take advantage of your vulnerability.

But that’s just how life works when you grow up in a toxic household, with a mother that isn’t the friendliest.

“Y/N?” Peter spoke, causing you to return from your trance.

“If you aren’t going to take this seriously then you can just leave.” He puffed, flipping back and forth between pages, searching for an answer.

“I-I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

The two of you were currently studying for your midterms in Peter’s room. He was sitting at his desk, books sprawled everywhere while you sat on the carpeted floor, back pressed up against the wall.

“I can’t find the answer to question 32, did you?” He asked.

“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.” You replied, weakly.

Peter huffed as he flipped the pages aggressively.

“What is it?”

“It’s just-” He hesitated, “I don’t understand why you come over here every day and just sit there and do nothing.”

You felt a pinch in your heart as he let out his frustrations, “I’m sorry.”

“And stop apologizing!” Peter struck his fist down on his desk, causing you to recoil.

He noticed how you inched away from him, “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right,” You took a deep breath, “I’ve been in my head a lot lately and I haven’t been the girlfriend that you need right now.”

“Not to mention I’ve been a terrible study buddy.” You laughed, Peter smirked.

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that I scared you.” He was disappointed in himself. For a split second, he forgot about how sensitive you are.

“How about we take a little break? We can go out and get something to eat and maybe watch an episode of The Office?” You suggested as you stood up.

“I’m in work mode right now,” Peter watched your face for any signs of disappointment.

You nodded, glancing at the clock, noticing the time, “I should get moving before my parents notice that I’ve been gone this long.”

You bent down and began to place all the science and math textbooks into your bookbag.

“You should spend the night. May won’t mind, she loves having you over.”

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured but, Peter didn’t look satisfied.

“Hey, hey,” Grabbing his arms, you wrapped them around your waist, placing your head on his shoulder, “It’s okay, I promise.”

You stood in each other’s embrace for a few moments, finding harmony in each other’s presence.

Peter’s mind is always going 100 miles per hour, especially right now with the stress of midterms and having to make time to patrol the city. The both of you were dealing with stress and being able to have a few seconds of tranquility made all the difference.

“I’ve gotta go.” He released you from his clutch.

“Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.”

“I love you.” He beamed.

“I love you.”

--

Sneaking into your house is way harder than sneaking out. Having to avoid not only your parents but your loud dog that gets super excited when she sees you.

Throwing your bag on your bed, you climbed through your window, careful not to slip on any of the toys scattered on the floor.

Everything had been calculated so that your mother and father would eat dinner while your dog begged at their feet, so you come out of your room and claim that you had been taking a nap.

But not everything goes according to plan. Your parents never let the dog out of your room so, she was lying in your bed instead of on her own. She felt your bag hit the bed and shot up, beginning to bark.

“No, no, no!”

It was pointless trying to get her to stop because you could hear the harsh footsteps on the way to your room.

Your mom stood in the doorway, arms crossed as she leaned against the frame. The tension increased by a tenfold. Your confident stature depleted with every second that passed.

“You know, if I’m going to pay for this room, I expect it’s going to be used, right?”

“Yes,” You’d learned that she’ll make it easier if you agree and don’t antagonize her.

“So, when you’re not in here, it tells me you aren’t using it.” She spoke, malice laced within her voice, “Do you want to live here?”

“Yes.” You responded.

Your mother nodded her head, “If you sneak out again, I’ll see that you don’t have a room to come home to.” She sent you a passive-aggressive smile and slammed your door.

You let out a sigh of relief, even though she just threatened to kick you out if you snuck out to see Peter again. The exchange had gone better than most nights, presumably because it was too early for her to drink.

Flopping on your bed next to your dog, you let her give you a couple of kisses before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and sending Peter a message.

You: Hey! I’ve made it home.

Peter: Great. Still studying :(

You: Keep pushing!! I’ll make sure that I help next time

Peter: Any problems?

You: Nope :)

Peter: Good.

Peter: Wanna retry this study date tomorrow at 6:30?

You: Yep, see you then <3

“Shit.” You huffed.

--

You were asking to get thrown out. Here it was, 6:00 pm, and you were crawling out of your window as if your mother didn’t threaten you with eviction less than 24 hours ago.

As you strolled toward the Parker’s apartment, you thought of how your foolproof plan could go wrong. Would your dog bark again, or would your mom be waiting in your room as soon as you arrived?

“Hey,” Turning your head, you saw none other than Peter Parker send you his alluring smile.

“W-What are you doing out here?” You questioned, eyebrows contorted in confusion.

Pulling his hands from behind his back, he displayed 3 bags of food, “I was picking up our dinner for tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“I thought we could scrap the whole studying idea and have dinner with May.” He revealed.

You tried your best to control your facial expressions and body language, not wanting to give Peter any signal that this would raise a problem.

“Sounds good.” You nodded.

“I’m so glad that we’re able to do this before I patrol. It puts me in a good mood before I go-”

“Kick some ass?” You interjected.

“Somethin’ like that.”

The rest of the walk to Peter’s apartment was filled with stories of the peculiar things that he would see while patrolling the city at night. Weird things that people tried to steal and the extravagant costumes people wore.

“A nightgown?” You asked as you entered his apartment.

“A nightgown,” Peter confirmed as he took your jacket, hanging it on the rack mere feet away from the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N!” May greeted, waving at you from the kitchen.

“Hey, May! So nice to see you again.” She emerged from the kitchen and gave you a small hug before turning her attention towards her nephew.

He handed her a receipt, and the placed the bags on the dining table, “Let’s eat.”

“So, Y/N, how’s school going? Someone has been studying like crazy.”

“School is going well. I think people are stressed with midterms, but I can’t wait until things get back to normal.” You explained, putting food onto your plate.

The conversation flowed nicely. It was easy to talk to Peter’s aunt because she was so understanding and non-judgmental, she had become more of a mother towards you than your actual parent.

“I guess it’s true that time passes faster when you’re having fun,” Peter spoke.

You looked at the clock, it was almost 9:45. It was at least a 30-minute walk back to your house

“Oh my. I’m sorry to rush out like this but, I have to get home before-” You paused, not wanting to say anything that would worry Peter or May, “This was fun we’ve gotta do this again.”

“Soon.” May smiled, watching as you grabbed your coat, frantically.

“I love you, Peter. I’ll text you when I get home.” With that, you exited the Parker’s apartment and rushed out of the building.

There was no way that your absence went unnoticed by your mother, now that she’s on high alert of you sneaking out. You had completely forgotten about checking the time. There was something about the Parker’s that made your problems seem so minuscule to the point where you didn’t even think about them.

With every step you took, the pit in your stomach increased in size. Whatever destiny you had waiting for you at home, you didn’t want it. You wished that you could turn around and go back to Peter’s apartment and exchange funny stories with him and his aunt.

But you can’t outrun fate.

When you reached your window, you were faced with 3 black trash bags and a note, “I warned you.”

“Fuck,” You sobbed, “She fucking kicked me out.”

You always knew that your relationship with your mother wasn’t the best but, you loved her and you assumed that she loved you too. You didn’t even want to imagine what feelings she harbored towards you if she could throw you out with ease.

You opened the bags and saw your clothes, materials for school, and a few miscellaneous things. There was no way that you could carry all of this stuff, it was way too heavy and you didn’t own a car.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” You heard someone say from the roof.

The first thing you noticed was the colors red and black and knew exactly who it was, “What are you doing here?”

“Y-You rushed out of my house like we had a disease or something, I knew something was wrong.” He explained.

You couldn’t see under his mask but it didn’t take a genius to know that he was confused, “What’s all this?”

“Pete, I think I’m in trouble.” You croaked, your eyes were red and blurry from crying.

He came down from the roof and instantly embraced you in a hug. You let a sob escape your throat as he held you, “Why didn’t you just call me? We could’ve figured something out.”

You sighed, “I’m not your responsibility. Plus, you have all of this stress on you and-”

“Did you think that I’d turn you away or something?” He questioned, taking off the mask covering his face so that he could look you in the eyes.

“Look at me,” Peter gently took your face in his hands, “I know that you grew up thinking that you are a burden but you’re not.”

“Do you remember when I was distant from everyone for months after Uncle Ben?”

You nodded.

“You were the person that restored me to normal. No one asked you to but you did, remember that?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, resting your face in his palm.

“We’ll figure this out together.” Peter reassured, caressing the back of your head as he pulled you into yet another hug.

“Together?”

“Together.”

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[alexandraburton-x]

@zachwinthrop       zach urged thickset limbs across his chest, tilting his head just so. the conversation was ( m u f f l e d ), odd words whirling away in askew directions, riding along the heavenly breeze. he pivoted, planting his palms against the tiles, almost SPILLING himself through the railings to hear. she sounded timid. zach squints, unaccustomed to hearing her so nerveless. she was a pocket of fire - an emblem of pure force, radiating energy. but she sounded meek. his lip unveiled glittering teeth. an animosity burned for asher in the pit of his toughened paunch. he blamed everything entirely on the blameless man.        for a moment, asher’s voice dissipated entirely. zach assumed the man must have dispersed out of earshot, but alex’s lies seethed through her teeth. he almost laughed. he could still taste her; lavish and sweet upon his tongue. his heart pirohuetted upon the re - emergence of asher, a thunderous comeback smacking upon his accusatory lips. he raised his eyebrows, envisioning the flame ignited in alexandra’s chest upon the presentation of a CHALLENGE.

            asher bowed his staunch chassis, aureate tinctures riveting hers as he rumpled french lace into the palm of his hand & hurled into against her chest. ❝ z a c h . it’s him isn’t it? here’s here, ❞ his name bristled from between asher’s gnashed ivories and cleaved at the insides of her ears. her manicured crescents corkscrewed excruciatingly around her neck as the umbrage gurgled in her windpipe, begging to be purged. she swallowed it, but it mangled her throat and entrapped the tip of her blush muscle. ❝ i don’t know what you mean, asher, ❞ her inflection was like silk; her features stone - hearted and inhuman as he scorned her. ❝ are you truly going to sit here and pretend to be that dense? did you bring him here & fuck him. ❞ something inside of her fractured. perhaps it was the last remaining ounce of prudence she contained, a strident crack floating through the air that only she could hear as it perforated her skull and drifted into nirvana.           ❝ don’t, ❞ she admonished, shifting her hollow gaze to meet his. alexandra peeled the ribald lingerie from her bust, absorbing his callow visage as he attempted to consternate. ❝don’t you D A R E bring him up, ❞ she incensed, placing the soles of her feet onto the opulent carpeting, rising to her meager five foot two slant. ❝ bring him up? he’s everywhere, alex. we’ve been together for months & you’ve never once mentioned him. i come home after a week and he’s in your fucking house, he’s at dinner, and i’m willing to bet any amount of money that he’s in paris right now. how can you stand to be around him? i know what happened, alex. between the two of you and you’re still offering him the time of day? ❞ he raked his inked digits through his swart tresses, tugging them upward in vexation. alex simpered, nursing softly upon the innards of her cheek; flesh deteriorating as the syllables mauled to escape their burning confinement. un, deux, trois.           ❝ you don’t know anything about him, or M E, or us. what the fuck we ( b o t h ) went through. you think that because you found something, you know everything? you really think you know it all? ❞ the depth in her tonality amplified, her eyes S T A R L E S S and devoid of any forbearance. ❝ our relationship destroyed me. we were fucking toxic, W E, not him, and it taught me more about myself than i could have ever learned with anyone else. as many times as he broke me down; he saved me O N E more from my fucking self. ❞ alexandra chortled, tinctures pirouetting into the back of her head. ❝ and you’re terrified. you’re afraid that you & i will never amount to what i had with him. let me save you another five months of your time, we won’t - ever, not in this lifetime or any other. do you have any idea what it’s like to feel like you would lay your life down for someone? like, you would fucking rather die than be without them? honestly. we didn’t make it; we didn’t work out. i don’t fucking know where we stand & it doesn’t matter. he will A L W A Y S be a fixture in my life. he’s everywhere because he has to be. we’re all the other knows. ❞           asher shook his head, his fingers smoothing across his temples as they pulsed. ❝ you can’t see him, al. if you want us to work, i’m telling you. it’s done. ❞ she paused, mulling over the choice selection of words that gushed forth in her mouth. ❝ i don’t want to hurt you. it isn’t my intent, but i swear to god, if you push me, i will. ❞ asher pivoted on the balls of his feet, edging in the opposite direction as he cackled. ❝ what are you gonna do? fuck him behind my back? ❞ alexandra scoffed, gilded halos piercing his countenance like daggers. she wanted to tell him how he’d only had her flayed against the bedroom door moments before his return home, how she came S O fucking hard she’d hoped even he could feel it - but she didn’t. ❝ i think you need to leave. get some air & maybe looking for the pieces of your mind while you’re at it, because clearly you’ve fucking lost it. maybe i’ll still be here when you get back. ❞ asher meandered the suite, collecting his things in ( s i l e n c e ) before he left, slamming the door closed upon his exit. she took a moment, glimpsed carefully around the empty room before smashing her coiled fist into the glass coffee table.

#( ! ░ — interaction.

[zachwinthrop]

@alexandraburton-x

     asher bowed his staunch chassis, aureate tinctures riveting hers as he rumpled french lace into the palm of his hand & hurled into against her chest. ❝ z a c h . it’s him isn’t it? here’s here, ❞ his name bristled from between asher’s gnashed ivories and cleaved at the insides of her ears. her manicured crescents corkscrewed excruciatingly around her neck as the umbrage gurgled in her windpipe, begging to be purged. she swallowed it, but it mangled her throat and entrapped the tip of her blush muscle. ❝ i don’t know what you mean, asher, ❞ her inflection was like silk; her features stone - hearted and inhuman as he scorned her. ❝ are you truly going to sit here and pretend to be that dense? did you bring him here & fuck him. ❞ something inside of her fractured. perhaps it was the last remaining ounce of prudence she contained, a strident crack floating through the air that only she could hear as it perforated her skull and drifted into nirvana.     ❝ don’t, ❞ she admonished, shifting her hollow gaze to meet his. alexandra peeled the ribald lingerie from her bust, absorbing his callow visage as he attempted to consternate. ❝ don’t you D A R E bring him up, ❞ she incensed, placing the soles of her feet onto the opulent carpeting, rising to her meager five foot two slant. ❝ bring him up? he’s everywhere, alex. we’ve been together for months & you’ve never once mentioned him. i come home after a week and he’s in your fucking house, he’s at dinner, and i’m willing to bet any amount of money that he’s in paris right now. how can you stand to be around him? i know what happened, alex. between the two of you and you’re still offering him the time of day? ❞ he raked his inked digits through his swart tresses, tugging them upward in vexation. alex simpered, nursing softly upon the innards of her cheek; flesh deteriorating as the syllables mauled to escape their burning confinement. un, deux, trois.     ❝ you don’t know anything about him, or M E, or us. what the fuck we ( b o t h ) went through. you think that because you found something, you know everything? you really think you know it all? ❞ the depth in her tonality amplified, her eyes S T A R L E S S and devoid of any forbearance. ❝ our relationship destroyed me. we were fucking toxic, W E, not him, and it taught me more about myself than i could have ever learned with anyone else. as many times as he broke me down; he saved me O N E more from my fucking self. ❞ alexandra chortled, tinctures pirouetting into the back of her head. ❝ and you’re terrified. you’re afraid that you & i will never amount to what i had with him. let me save you another five months of your time, we won’t - ever, not in this lifetime or any other. do you have any idea what it’s like to feel like you would lay your life down for someone? like, you would fucking rather die than be without them? honestly. we didn’t make it; we didn’t work out. i don’t fucking know where we stand & it doesn’t matter. he will A L W A Y S be a fixture in my life. he’s everywhere because he has to be. we’re all the other knows. ❞     asher shook his head, his fingers smoothing across his temples as they pulsed. ❝ you can’t see him, al. if you want us to work, i’m telling you. it’s done. ❞ she paused, mulling over the choice selection of words that gushed forth in her mouth. ❝ i don’t want to hurt you. it isn’t my intent, but i swear to god, if you push me, i will. ❞ asher pivoted on the balls of his feet, edging in the opposite direction as he cackled. ❝ what are you gonna do? fuck him behind my back? ❞ alexandra scoffed, gilded halos piercing his countenance like daggers. she wanted to tell him how he’d only had her flayed against the bedroom door moments before his return home, how she came S O fucking hard she’d hoped even he could feel it - but she didn’t. ❝ i think you need to leave. get some air & maybe looking for the pieces of your mind while you’re at it, because clearly you’ve fucking lost it. maybe i’ll still be here when you get back. ❞ asher meandered the suite, collecting his things in ( s i l e n c e ) before he left, slamming the door closed upon his exit. she took a moment, glimpsed carefully around the empty room before smashing her coiled fist into the glass coffee table.

    he had no idea how he knew, but he k n e w. and victory tasted so fucking sweet. zach could almost feel the enmity brewing beyond the tracks of her ribs - the heat begging to burst into a ( w i l d f i r e ). alexandra began to lash at asher, again and again, zach’s prestige huge and GLORIOUS upon her tongue. and it did more than any award, any amount of fame, any mass of screaming fans could ever do for him. god, he fucking L O V E D her. he loved the life out of her. he loved her so much it felt as though his heart was being strangled at the very concept of constraining something so world - shatteringly immense. he gritted his teeth, jaw flexing, driving the palms of his hands so hard over the edge of the tiles that his skin SPLIT. she hummed in his veins. auric tinctures furled backward into his head. and she was still going, and going, and g o i n g, until the charming sound of asher fleeing the room pooled a deep silence he could almost feel her drowning in. the sound of glass s p l i n t e r i n g leaped in his chest. zach heaved, chest inflating and deflating, and lolled his head back against the railings. what the fuck do we do now, baby? what do we do now?

#para