#i did the *fucking dishes* in the middle of the week. that NEVER happens

[webslingingslasher]

do u think when peter and trouble “broke up” he’d get pretty sensitive abt everything? like i imagine him hearing a guy from the football team or something scored a date with trouble and he just feels… defeated or how she still talks to ethan and go to lunch or a get coffee together which just drives him fucking nuts because ‘you’re supposed to be with me. right here. right now. this second.’ ://

yeah.

there's a diner off 113th, it's tiny and the food isn't that great. peter went with ethan one day on a whim and for being so close to campus the only people occupying the space were over sixty.

peter was hungover and while it wasn't special it made him feel better.

then, he brings you. and he did give a fair warning, but he thought you'd love it anyway. you ate the toast off his plate, you shared your hashbrowns and for the first time peter didn't mind sharing food.

each time you'd sit across from him in that diner, peter would watch you sip on coffee, then some of his orange juice. you'd never fail at sharing something that made him laugh.

one time you were there for four hours and neither of you noticed.

after the dozenth trip, you asked him if he thought everything was mediocre or if there was one shining dish. peter said no, everything is the same flavor of bland. you told him you should try the entire menu.

a new tradition. each visit he'd over a new meal and you'd do the same, then split them down the middle and swap halfway through.

it was sacred for him, peter could just have a quiet morning with you, no one was around, the looming questions that happen in his bedroom don't exist at that wooden table.

when it was just you and him, he felt unstoppable.

there were fourteen meals and seven visits away from finishing the menu when you stopped coming. it was something he avoided after you walked away from him, he couldn't even look down that side of the street for weeks.

until one morning after another night of drinking way too much, ethan tells him the only cure was retirement home food from that one diner. peter's a little too clouded and agrees, it's just a diner and it's just shitty food.

but it's not. the second his hand wraps around the doorhandle a wash of memory coats him, your arm is supposed to wrap around his, you're supposed you bump your hip into his, you're supposed to pull him to your table.

your table, it's funny he thinks of it that way. he doesn't understand how he's not supposed to when all he can think of is the secret kisses and delicate touches you shared. the moments he's told you more than he ever has to anyone else.

ethan's trying to talk to him but peter can't listen, the menu feels like fire under his fingers. ethan's sitting in your seat and he feels a pressure in his chest build, the table's wobbly because your elbows not there to level it.

the words are gibberish, all he can focus on is number seventeen, you told him you'd get it next time.

ethan orders coffee and seventeen. peter loses it, he can't be in here. that was supposed to be your seat and that was supposed to be your coffee and that was supposed to be your meal.

and you were supposed to be here with him. but you're not.

'i have to go.' the table shakes when he stands, his hands do the same in his pockets. it's so fucking cold outside, you'd dig your hands under his shirt for warmth and peter never understood how it worked for you, because he felt like he was getting burned by your touch instead.

he can never go back because you left him. peter tells himself it's fine because the diner is shit anyways.

it just wasn't as bad with you.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #frat!peter drabbles #tasm!peter x reader #uni extras

[igotanidea]

Forgetter: Jason Todd x reader

This was one hell of a day.

(this narrator got a feeling like she's been using this line in the story way too often, but hey! Y/N had a really busy and hectic life so what do you expect me to say?)

No, but seriously.

When she got into the shop in the morning before work to do some quick grocery and saw the flowers and buquetes standing pretty much everywhere, her first thought was what's the occation.

Took her three hours to realise the date on the calendar.

February 14th

St. Valentine's Day.

And it made her smile wondering what kind of gift her beloved boyfriend would offer her. Honestly she would be over the moon with just one flower or a simple card, but knowing Jason and his deeply hidden romantic soul he would go for something original.

So all that was left was waiting for the evening till the end of her shift and getting home to have some hearty celebration.

***

8 hours passed in a blur. Between a ton of people wanting something, new cases and stuff needed ASAP or even yesterday, stupid photocopier that refused to cooperate and a few small but quite painful paper cuts there wasn't much time to fantasise.

And all she needed for some love, peace and quiet, perhaps a glass of wine and chocolate, movie and cuddles with her favourite teddy bear while whispering sweet words of some long forgotten Romanticism poet.

Instead, she walked in on a blood stain on the floor. A red trail starting from the window and leading to the kitchen.

KITCHEN.

Out of all places that was the one he decided to crawl into, and it made her shiver. There might have been a few reasons behind his (lack-of) logic, but this room was the only one filled with sharp tools perfect for defence. Or attack. Depending on the side.

"JASON!!?!?" she yelled dropping her bag on the floor and completely forgetting about the necessity of keeping quiet while in a potentially dangerous situation. "JACE WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!" she frantically rushed to the kitchen searching for dead bodies or chopped limbs.

There was no such thing.

But-

the pile of dirty dishes in the sink

the mobs of clothes begging for laundry

unidentified stains on the floor, the origin of which she didn't even want to guess

and the smell of burning.

and her wonderfully wonderful boy wonder sitting in the middle of it all, shirtless (which may have been a mildly mitigating circumstance) with some new fresh cuts and bruises (which were definitely aggravating the situation) patching himself up.

"Hey princess." he said jauntily sending her the most charming smile as if this was all normal.

"Jace--" she opened her mouth to say something, anything but no words came out and she just froze in the middle of the kitchen with empty eyes fixed on his silhouette.

"Hey. Hey Y/N? What happened? Look at me." despite the stinging and half-applied stiches he got alarmed and was by her side immediately. "Baby. Come on, talk to me." his hand on her cheek brought her back to reality.

"What- What is all this?" she half-sobbed waving her hand around the mess.

"Oh, yeah, right, sorry about that. Didn;t really have much time for the house maintenace today. I got a trail of this villain that-"

"Villain....?" she stuttered. Any other day, any other night she wouldn't say a thing about his Red Hood duties, but 14th? Did it mean nothing to him.

"Yeah, I've been hunting him down for weeks now and-"

"Jason..."

"I got involved and lost sense of time I guess while--"

"Jason..."

"Look I promise I will clean it later, after --"

"TODD!" she yelled in frustration

"WHAT?" he spat back instinctivelly getting into fighting mode when her scream spurred him on. "shit. sorry. Sorry baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you... Hey! Hey Y/N, please, don't cry!" the tears falling down her cheeks were both confusing and heartbreaking "god. fuck. I'm sorry. I;m so sorry..." he muttered wrapping arms around her and pulling her to his chest feeling guilty like never before.

"What day is today...?" she sobbed, the words a bit muffled due to the squeeze.

"Wednesday."

"What day of the month?!"

"14th...." his eyes grew wide "Oh, holy fuck...."

The amount and variety of curses that rushed through his head are not to be repeated here.

The one that took the spotlight though was something along the line of him being a total fuckup for forgetting the so-called most romantic day of the year.

Holy fucking mother fuckery fuck. (yeah, I know what I said before about not quoting his thoughts, but screw it, he was wailing in self-hatred).

And even if it meant nothing to him, it meant so much to her. And she was his girlfrend, his lover, his soulmate so this was a huge, huge failure on his part.

"Y/N..." he whispered not sure how to proceed but knowing well enough he had to thread carefully. "Y/N, princess, please forgive me...." the grip on her body tightened significantly as Jason headed to the rage fit and was barely holding back from punching a wall in blind fury on himself for letting her down.

"I just wanted some quality time with you..."

"Quality time?" he repeated. That was a surprise. So she didn;t want flowers? Jewellery? Chocolate? A spa weekend? An expensive shopping on his expense. Cause he would give her all that if she said a single word. But she chooses...

"Yeah, quality time." she pulled back and looked up into those remorseful green eyes. "Just you and me. No vigilante. No Red Hood. I know it's a lot to ask, but please... please..., be Jason Todd for me tonight."

"Y/N." his tone was serious and she knew what was coming.

"Ok... Ok, I get it..." she muttered, avoiding his eyes, wriggling to escape his embrace.

"Don't you move away from me, you silly girl!" he grabbed her waist again and carried her to the couch bridal style. "Quality time. You want it you got it."

"Did you just paraphrase--"

"Ariana Grande. Yes. But trust me, she got nothing on you."

"Does it mean--?"

"I'm staying with you. But only on one condition."

"And what may that be?" she smiled softly, nuzzling against his chest.

"You get into your silly head that I love you every day of the freaking year, ok? I don;t need those five special days to go overboard while forgetting the other 360. My love is always with you."

"You only say it cause you're too much of a pussy to admit you fucked up." she teased, but smiled fully through the remnants of the tears

"Oh did I really?" he brushed lips over hers "did I really fuck up?"

"Big time..."

"guess that leaves me 364 days left to beg for your forgiveness."

"Idiot!" she punched his chest playfully

"Come on sweatheart we both know you love me." he grabbed her wrist and kissed the inside of it before planting soft pecks on each of her knuckles while looking deep into her eyes.

"Yeah... you keep telling yourself that..." she hummed.

She loved him.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff

[cherriesformatt]

baby blues || matt sturniolo part 4

matt x fem!reader

summary: you bring your baby home but nothing feels like it should you try your best to hide your feelings from matt but that never works because he knows his girl...

warnings: postpartum depression, sad, mood swings, kind of angst

word count: 1,4k

a/n: I think that might be the last part but idk let me know! Also thank you for almost 200 followers that's crazy!

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The day we brought Noa home was one of the hardest days in my life. I barely could walk, I was hurting and bleeding a lot. My body was sore and didn't look like my body at all. The amount of people in our house gave me so much head ache. I was glad that everyone came and our moms are here. They cooked and bonded together even if they did not see each other before in real life. My mom did flight from Europe to be with us for two weeks so she could help.

I was so tired but I could not sleep. I was so scared something will happen to Noa. I tried my best to smile and talk to everyone so Matt would not get even more worried.

The moment I started to worry myself was that the feeling never left. Two weeks passed and I felt like I was living in someone else's body. I did not feel like myself. I was feeling so exhausted and guilty.

I would find myself having panic attacks in the middle of the night or day and hid hid in the bathroom also no-one would know.

Matt was so natural about all the baby stuff. Changing her diapers, feeding her, putting clothes on her. I was so scared that I was doing everything not to do all of this.

Today I barely even held her in my arms. I did not want to.

It was her bedtime. Matt gave her a bath while I got ready her pajamas and everything on the changing table.

"Don't forget her monitoring sock" I said watching him getting her ready to bed. She looked so small in her sleep swaddle.

"I know baby... I already did, she is all good and ready. Do you want to try to feed her today?" He looked at me with small smile.

I shook my head quickly and pointed at the bottle on the stand next to the rocking chair.

Whole pregnancy I was thinking I am going to feed her but I couldn't I only pumped so she could use a battle. I was scared she is going to choke and it is going to be my fault.

"Okay... that's okay I am going to feed her and put her down" He said as I left the room.

I checked on my phone if the camera and sock monitor were working and went down the stairs.

I started cleaning after dinner. My plate was almost full. I did not feel hungry those days. I made myself to eat so I had enough supplies for the baby.

"Hi... y/n..." Matt walked into the kitchen looking at me while I was putting last dishes away.

He looked tired and worried. Bags under his eyes bigger than usual. But he looked good. His outfit was nice, his hair was fresh and he smelled nice. I felt like a crap next to him.

"She's asleep?" I asked looking at my phone to check on the baby.

"Yes, she is all okay... Baby we need to talk" He put my phone down and connected our fingers together. The other hand rested on my chick and he stroked it gently.

"Look at me..." He said and I did.

"What's wrong sweet girl? You hurting... I can see it but I can't help if you don't talk to me..." He said not sure how to start this conversation.

"How did you..." I wanted to ask but he interrupted me.

"Of course I know... do you think I don't see you constantly worried, you barely even sleep. I hear your crying...I just.. I didn't know what to do, how to help you. But I can't look at it anymore. Y/n you don't even hold her anymore..." He says, his eyed watered.

"She needs you the same as she needs me... fuck she needs you more. I am trying my best so you could recover. But I can't do it by myself baby... tell me what's wrong" He holds me and I do not know what to say.

I feel my body started to shake and I started to cry. I felt awful. So selfish and like the worst mother.

" Shh... I'm sorry... I shouldn't say that..." He regrets starting the conversation after I broke into pieces in front of him for the first time.

" No... you are right... Im the worst mother in the world" I said stepping away from him.

"That is not true baby" He put his hands on my hips and he looked at me with worry.

"Oh but it is... you do all of it... so smooth.... I can even hold her without being scared I hurt her...I can't even look her in the eyes because I hate myself Matt" I said really quiet.

" Honey..." he started and I couldn't help myself I just cried.

I felt his sarong arms around my body. He picked me up and moved us to the couch. He held me close to him on his lap and kissed my temple.

"Sh....I m so sorry you are feeling this way...I want to help you baby... but I do not know if I can...how can I help" She whispered and stroke my back rocking us.

He waited for me to calm down and when I did I looked at him.

"I'm sorry Matt.. I am so sorry for everytung... I love you both so so much but I can't... I can't do it Matt... I am so scared.... " I said.

"I am here baby... We are going to get threw it together okay?" He brushed my hair from my face with his fingers.

"I think I need help..." I said first time ever thinking about it out loud.

He kissed my head again and nodded.

I started attending meetings in the same week. With small steps and with Matt by my side. I felt better and better. I started to be happy and started spending time with Noa without feeling guilty all the fucking time.

" Hi mama...." Matt said holding Noa in his brothers kitchen when I walked in.

That was a month from our conversation. Noah was 1,5 months old. She was healthy and happy. There best baby in the whole world.

"Hello everyone... How was work day with daddy? Did you scream so everyone would find out about you?" I kissed Noa's little nose and Matts lips. He laughed at what I said. The boys waved at me.

"She did not... still daddy's little secret but a hungry one" He said.

"But we needed to start filming three times because I couldn't stop staring at her" Chris said.

They both loved Noa so much but she was a soft spot for Chris. I already know he is going to spoil her so much.

"I know I know let me wash my hands first" I went to the sink, washed my hands and took her into my arms.

"Please no boobs showing out here" Nick said and I rolled my eyes.

"Not for free... I am going to Matts room and then you can show me the video?" I look at Nick.

"Yes! I am so exited" He said.

I went to feed little miss. It felt great to be able to do it and enjoy it. Thanks to that I feel like it helped me to built the connection I lost with my baby blues. This month was hard for me but I finally see the sun. She was in front of me this whole time but now I can fully enjoy and embrace being a mom. I know that after this I will be never scared to ask for help ever again.

" I missed you..." I kissed her head after she is done eating and fix my bra and shirt and walked back to the kitchen.

"We're ready!" I said walking to the boys on the couch.

Nick started to play the video when I sat next to Matt. It was mix of me being pregnant and little video of our photoshoots during pregnancy and at the end there was a black screen with little Noa crying after she was born.

We decided that it is time to share the news with the world. We do not want to show her face but we do want the world to know about her.

"Lets do it..." I said and wiped my tears of happy memories from my cheeks.

" Yes... lets do it" Matt kissed me on the lips and I smiled even more.

" I love you..."I said and she smiled as well.

"I love you both to the moon and back" He hugged me and kissed Noas head.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

[nihilizzzm]

The fellowship at the house party

tw: drinking alcohol, smoking weed and nicotine

yeah so i might be hangover again but at least it gives me dope post ideas

(disclaimer that makes it even funnier: every description is based on someone i know and i was drinking with, so yeah, call it my slavic heritage ig)

Frodo: His house, not his idea. It was available. He has a big house far away from the city centre, so loud music won’t kill anyone. He specifically said he’a never doing a big party. It happened anyway. At first he is stressed about everything, trying to save as much furniture as he can. Than he decides that fuck it and drinks some beer. At some point he doesn’t care anymore, goes to sleep. No hangover, in the morning he’s drinking coffee and watching everyone cleaning up the mess.

Merry: Very much not his house, very much his idea. Surprisingly he’s not that drunk, but his goal for the night is to get Pippin drunk as fuuuck. He looks after him tho, as much as it’s possible. He invited most of the people. The best dj, not the only one unfortunately, but definitely the most skilled one. Did spend some time in the smoking circle in the garden. Also no hangover (surprisingly v2), helps cleaning. He has his honour.

Pippin: Came to drink and so he did. No shit talking, first thing he said when he entered was ‘where’s vodka?!’. From the very beginning he knew he is gonna be the drunkest. He was not tho, this spot is reserved for someone else, but he was trying his best. Merry helped him a lot. Also he smoked a lot. Anyway right after midnight he passed out, slept under the table. Hangover in the morning, still he was satisfied with himself.

Sam: He helped Frodo decorate. Came earlier and made sandwiches. Some laughed at this idea but at the end of the night there was not a single one left. Pure soul, he doesn’t rly drink. He had like one and a half beer and that’s it. He was sitting with Frodo for the whole night and put him to sleep. In the morning he helped cleaning but most importantly he was the one telling everyone what they have to do.

Gimli: Challenged Legolas to a drinking competition. We all know how it went down. But before he was the best dancer. Ok, maybe not the best but the most committed one. Also came earlier and helped Sam with making drinks, the fancy kind (with what was available and affordable ofc). He was bitching in the morning but helped with the dishes.

Legolas: Oh boy… First of all danced with Gimli, then they fought, then he won the drinking game with him. They kissed in the process, they are in a weird situationship. After the party they started dating. After Gimli passed out he got even more drunk and got into full diva mood. Suddenly he became best friends with Boromir with who he usually is not that close. He is one of the two people who went to buy more booze in the middle of the night to the nearest petrol station. He was also the one who took the most of the photos, mostly blurry tho. Miraculously not hangover. How? Magic ig. Or maybe bc he’s the one who ate all of the sandwiches. Doesn’t clean in the morning, he sits in the kitchen with a tea and posts photos at his insta and laughs at Gimli and Boromir.

Boromir: Had a shitty week at work and with his father so he knew he’s gonna be drunk. But man- Drunk a lot, smoked a lot (he doesn’t even smoke usually??). Literally the amount of booze in his system would kill Pippin. Talking about Pippin they did drink a lot together before Pippin was out. He’s the other half of people who went to the petrol station. Why? He wanted more alcohol and Legolas said he will pay if Boromir would carry everything. They rly started getting along after certain amount if booze. He fell asleep on the couch. Aragorn gave him a bucket, he didn’t need it but in the morning he started thinking it would be better if he did. He didn’t help cleaning, he wasn’t trusting his legs well enough. He was just sitting on the couch in dark glasses and hoped for his life to get together. But Aragorn was sitting with him so it was nice.

Aragorn: Didn’t drink a lot. Smoked weed tho. He was almost all the time in the smoking garden circle with Gandalf. Than went inside to check on people and when he found out Boromir and Legolas are out of the house he lost any hope for a good ending of this night. He got so stoned that when everything was quieting down he was sitting with drunk af Boromir on the couch and started braiding his hair talking about some metaphysical shit. He also became very open about his feelings, Boromir doesn’t remember. They will work it out eventually. Until morning he was sober and made everyone electrolytes and tea. And gave Boromir the glasses. Helped with cleaning.

Gandalf: He brought weed. Didn’t even get inside, literally just sitting and smoking. In the middle of the night disappeared. In the morning texted if everyone is okay and didn’t stop asking until everyone answered. Said he’s never doing it again and that every single one of the members of the fellowship is a stupid bitch. Checked twice on Pippin. Shouted at Boromir with all capital letters for like 20 minutes. Boromir just muted the chat. He did appear on the next party anyway.

Bonus:

Faramir: Boromir specifically told him not to go, bc he feared the young one will get drunk. He didn’t. Drunk a bit, danced a lot with Eomer and Eowyn. Had fun. Boromir doesn’t know he was there and nobody will ever tell him.

#lotr #boromir #aragorn #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #aragorn x boromir #aramir #legolas #lotr incorrect quotes #faramir #gimli #gimli son of gloin #gigolas #gimli x legolas #legolas x gimli #boromir x aragorn #gandalf #merry brandybuck #merry and pippin #pippin took #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #lotr headcanons #tw drinking #drinking #alcohol #tw alcohol #tw smoking #tw weed

[ash-dark-desires]

Headcanon: they didn't hangout like, you know, the 3 of them very often, but Julia thought Ashley could warm up about their relationship if she felt invited and welcomed in their dynamic (although Julia enjoyed spending time with Ashley as much as washing a gigantic pile of dirty, crusty dishes). Ashley was a very lonely girl, and she only half-behaved when Andrew was around. Plus, she thought that Andrew seeing her sister having fun (or at least, be mildly ok) with them would give her bonus points. So, during the first weeks, they started inviting Ashley to the mall and stuff, once or twice.

It was a major disaster, like everything was when Ashley was involved. That brat monopolized Andrew's entire attention the moment she started acting up. It was either him telling her off for shouting and cursing like a sailor in the middle of the mall, or him trying to calm her and suffice her every need and whim, like a spoiled toddler.

"I'm bored"

"I want ice cream"

"Andy, give me 5 bucks for a cone"

"Why the fuck are we watching a rom com?! Splatterbrains 4 sounds cool, and you told me you wanted to watch it, Andy!"

"I think my migraine is fucking me up again"

"Fuck, I'm bored"

"Wait, I'm dizzy. I think I'm going to throw up"

One time she even went as far as pretending to trip and fall down the stairs.

As much as Julia swore the little bitch did it on purpose every time Andrew and her had a nice chat, or even tried to kiss, Andrew didn't seem to realize. He would never call on her BS, at least not directly or effectively, and Julia sure wouldn't be the one bringing it up. It didn't help that Julia desperately tried to... bond(? with Ashley, by showing her cute clothes that brought her interest or by trying to add her to the conversation, because it would always backfire by Ashley making herself the center of attention, and slowly but surely pushing Julia out of the conversation, just to make it about Andy and Leyley.

It was always about fucking Andy and Leyley.

But that was not the worst. Andrew tried to include Julia when that happened, and he really seemed to try to have some intimacy with her despite the situation, but there was a time she couldn't just win:

As much as it was an odyssey for Julia to touch Andrew, she would think they could finally enjoy some of their date as a couple, even if it was just touching hands, but then Ashley would just do it.

She didn't even have to ask for it, she would just hold his hand, lean for a hug.... and he would always correspond, even if visibly embarassed or half-annoyed, with affection. He would even kiss her on her head

Just like he did when Julia and him were alone and intimate.

Julia thought she was being paranoid the first time, but she ended up confirming mentally that, every time this happened, Ashley would, just for a second, side-eye her, even smirk a little maliciously, and with a clear intent every woman would be able to understand.

"He's mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Very soon after, Julia stopped asking Andrew to invite Ashley, and he seemed to read between the lines.

#andrew graves #ashley graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #gravecest #tcoaal #andrew x ashley #ashley x andrew #gravescest #ship: coffincest #coffincest #does this count as a fanfic? #tcoaal fanfic

[ktkat99]

Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 10. Phone Call

*Mr. Wayne? This is Becky, from Gotham Academy.*

"Hello. Is something wrong?"

*Your son Tim Drake has been marked as absent today. I was just calling to check if you forgot to call in and excuse his absence?*

"No. He should be there. He didn't show up?"

*I'm afraid not.*

"Alright. I'll find him. Thank you for calling."

Bruce hung up his phone and called Tim.

No answer.

He then pressed the speed dial for Jason, the only one of his kids who was both in town and not in school.

Yyyyy

Jason grumbled to himself under his breath as he trudged up the front walk to Drake Manor.

The kid had left his cell phone in the batcave the night before, so they weren't able to track him that way. However, he had told everyone he was heading home to get some sleep after patrol the night before, so that was where he was starting.

Bruce was seeing about checking the bedrooms at the Manor, just in case. After that, they'd expand their search radius and call in backup.

Jason reached the door and slipped the spare key he'd made himself into the lock.

The door clicked open.

"Yo, Tim! You here?" He called.

The only noise was a slight echo, returning his question back to him.

He tried to pretend he wasn't concerned as he entered the house and began searching.

The kid could take care of himself just fine, but that didn't rule out the possibility that something had happened.

"Tim!" He called again.

And again, nothing.

He wasn't in the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, or anywhere else downstairs.

So Jason went upstairs, ears straining for any sound. Maybe Tim had just slept through his alarm clock? Maybe he'd caught a cold and had forgotten to call the school?

Or maybe he'd been attacked.

This house had been broken into in the past, after all.

Either way, he didn't hear so much as a whisper from anyone else as he climbed the stairs.

Had Tim even made it home last night?

"Timmy, you in here?" He reached his brothers bedroom door and knocked as he opened it.

The room was messy, the bed had obviously been slept in, but there was still no Tim.

Now Jason really had his guard up. There had been no signs that Tim had been downstairs yet, as the kitchen was clean and no dishes were in the sink, but he had been upstairs sleeping that night.

And now? Why wasn't he answering?

Could he not hear Jason?

Could he hear but was unable to respond?

Stealthily, Jason padded down the hall to the next door, the bathroom.

He palmed the switchblade he always kept in his pocket and pushed the door in.

Splashes of water on the counter by the sink led him to believe that Tim had at least gotten ready for school.

Or, well. Gotten ready.

But that still didn't offer any hint as to where he was-

Tim's backpack lay in the middle of the hall.

Jason narrowed his eyes, mind jumping immediately to 'there was an attack', until he saw which door it was outside.

Oh.

Fuck.

He slipped his knife back where it went and walked up to the door, once again knocking as he pushed it open.

Sure enough, Tim was seated in the window seat by his parents' bed, head bent, breathing softly.

"Tim. Hey, wake up."

Jason walked over and knelt by his brother, slipping the file he'd apparently fallen asleep reading out from his fingers.

Tim's eyes twitched behind his eyelids and he sighed, pulling his hands in closer to his body.

"Tim. Wake up."

"Hmm?" Tim's eyes opened. "Wha..?"

"What's going on, man? It's not like you to play hookie."

Tim blinked and squinted, taking a minute to register who, exactly, was talking to him.

"Bruce thought you were kidnapped. Why didn't you go to school?"

Tim closed his eyes and sighed, turning to look out the window. "Sorry. Did he need me for a mission?"

"No. The school called him when you never showed up."

"Hm. Sorry."

"Tim, what's going on? What's with all these papers?"

"They were dropped off before I left. It's… it's all the legal bullshit I have to go through. My parents wills, and all that."

"You lost track of time?"

Tim shrugged.

"Tim?"

"I don't… really think I can handle being around people."

Jason nodded and stood, shoving Tim's legs aside and sitting beside him on the window seat.

"What's wrong?"

Tim stared out the window mutely, arms crossed. He took a long slow inhale, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the wall, exhaling just as slowly.

Then he pointed at a file that had been set aside.

Jason had nearly sat on it.

"What's this?" Jason picked it up and opened it, flipping through.

"Just what it looks like. Everything I did for them… for him… was for nothing. I was never going to be good enough for him."

Jason saw the page he was talking about and had to thread it twice.

And then again.

"Wow. Tim. I… I'm so sorry."

Tim didn't react, but his eyes closed and he bowed his head. Jason could see the tears seep out from between his eyelids.

Jason read the page again, just to be sure.

He then pulled out his phone and sent a text to Bruce.

J- *Tim's safe but you need to come over here. He just found out he's not Jack's kid.*

B- *I'm on my way. Is he alright?*

J- *No.*

#batman #tim drake #jason todd #red robin #batfam #red hood #twow #twoweeksofwhump #bruce wayne #good brother jason todd

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 3 ~ College Au

Warning: Swearing

You’re trying to bake cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and Bakugou is angry but also really hungry because it’s 3am, and some fucking extra set off the fire alarm and he is very vocal about how he’s going to make that fucker pay.

‘Waking up at 3am hungry and pms’ing is not a good combination especially if you are not at home in the convenience of your own kitchen. But what can a girl do when she wants some cookies.’ You think, quietly walking towards the communal kitchen of UA University as to not to disturb the other students. As silent as you can you started mixing ingredients to make chocolate chips cookies getting distracted now and again by the movie softly playing next to the mixing bowl.

After mixing everything and lining the tray with parchment paper and cookies you open the oven door and place the delightful smelling cookies in and closed the door again going back to your movie. Quickly forgetting about the cookies so enamoured with the movie you did not realise the timer went off. Speedily zipping up as you started to smell smoke.

‘Okay maybe baking cookies in the middle of the night was not such a smart idea.’ You think looking at the smoke cloud forming in front of the oven. Maybe you really should have paid more attention instead of watching the movie that you were watching. Just as you open the oven door an alarm goes off. ‘Fucking wonderful now people are going to wake up and it will be all my fault’ you think again as thundering footstep cut off any more thoughts that could form.

“Fucking extra do you know how late it is?” Cursing as you turn around and see Katsuki Bakugou the notorious mean boy and college grump. “You’re the fucker who sets off the fire alarm with your awful cooking all the time and now I find out you can’t bake for shit either.” He started fanning the kitchen after opening the door and kitchen windows. “Can you switch of the fucking alarm before I blow the damn thing up.” He yelled pointing at the alarm with small sparks forming on his hand “Sorry yeah I will do it now.” You muttered embarrassed as hell. Not wanting to face anymore of his wrath you switch off the alarm.

“Why the hell are you baking at 3 in the fucking morning?” he yelled not giving a damn if he wakes anyone up. “I was hungry for cookies, then I got distracted with my movie.” You admitted with a rosy cheeks. “You, you got distracted by a movie?” he asked flabbergasted, raking his hand through his blond locks. “Yes okay sorry mister grumpy pants. I won’t do it again.” You grimaced at the look on his face. “Damn right you are not because I am going to teach you how to fucking bake something decent.” He started.

“And not to burn down the bloody kitchen at THREE in the morning.” He exclaimed “Sorry.” You apologised again but this time looking him in the eye as to not believing that the notorious grump is going to teach you something. “Okay first of all never, and I mean NEVER watch a movie while baking because that takes away the art of baking something delicious.” He grumbled grabbing new ingredients. “Second follow the recipe to the t okay, that way it will come out perfect every time you make something.”

“What did I tell you was going to happen when I catch you watching a movie while making food?” you heard from behind. Cursing yourself for being so dumb you spin around to greet your boyfriend. “Heyyyyy, baby your back here early.” You tried to change the subject and Katsuki just glared down at you. “Okay fine.” You relented. “You said that you were going to punish me with washing dishes for a month no matter who cooks.” You smiled at him shyly. Standing in the communal kitchen with an apron on.

“And what exactly were you watching may I ask?” “Nothing.” That earn a slap to the butt. “The Ancient Magus' Bride.” You sighed out knowing that he is going to freak. “The new episode?” you nodded ashamed knowing he wanted to watch it together. “Okay make punishment two weeks longer.” He said turning towards the stove. “Baby please.” You pleaded. “I am sorry I just needed to know what was going to happen. It won’t happen again.” You pleaded your blond boyfriend. He stayed quiet.

“Please Katsuki. You know that I mean it.” You pleaded again and he still stayed silent. “Okay fine I get it you aren’t speaking to me.” You sighed sadly. “I will be in my room.” You muttered starting to walk away. “Promise?” he asked making you stop in your tracks. “I promise Kats.” He pulls you into a bone crushing hug. “As long as you keep your promise punishment can go back to a month.” He smirked down at you. “Now tell me what you thought of the episode.” He teased causing you to gasp. “You watched it too didn’t you?” he just nodded with a shit eating grin making you whine out his name with a smile forming on your face.

“I wanted to see you sweat for a little bit but you know I can’t stay mad at you especially when you treat me like you did last night.” He grinned thinking about to last night smirking as he sees the blush forming on your already rosy cheeks.

“You’re the worst.” You whined smiling nonetheless at the man you love. “Oh so you don’t want this cake that I bought you?” he teased showing you your favourite cake from your favourite bakery. “You are so mean to me.” You prolonged the ‘e’ causing Katsuki to laugh. “Please can I have it.” You begged with a smile. “Of course baby I was only teasing.” He handed you a fork with a kiss to the cheek.

You really could not be happier to almost burning down the kitchen a few week back. Because that lead to the most wonderful night of your life and it got you a loving and caring boyfriend, who can still sometimes be an asshole but you really would not change it for anything in the world.

Day 2 | Masterlist | Day 4

#y/n #bnha #mha #fluff #reader #female reader #y/n imagines #fem!reader #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #fluffy june prompts day 3 #college #college au

[eratolasting]

Tapes (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: @lunatictardis 's raffle. One day you buy a new tape to listen to and find yourself enraptured by the narrator's voice.

Warnings: Use of the name "Sara" x2, voice kink, hand kink, breeding kink, stranger sex, semi-public sex, car sex, fingering (f receiving), soft choking, slight degradation, use of the word slut, squirting.

Word Count: 4.1k

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

Finally it was the weekend. A day off of work was exactly what you needed. Not even just to relax, to get things done around the house. The week had been busy, and the dishes were piling up, you needed to do laundry, and vacuum. After sleeping a good few hours, you got out of bed and started about the chores you needed to do that day. 

Before, however, you placed a new cassette tape into your player and started it up. You liked to listen to something while you did chores, it made it go by a lot faster than if you were folding laundry in silence. Pet Sematary, that’s what you’d gotten at the store recently. Stephen King books were always good, but you had little time to actually sit down and read them — so, listening was always a good option. 

A man's voice started up with a simple “Pet Sematary by Stephen King.” You tilted your head slightly at the voice. Even from those simple few words, you decided you liked whoever was recording it. They had a nice voice. “Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as the entered the middle age, but that was exactly what happened…” 

You paused your plate scrubbing to listen better, a soft tingle growing in your lower belly. Oh fuck, he had a nice voice. 

“...although he called this man a friend, as grown man must do when he finds the man who should have been his father relatively late in life. He met this man…”

You weren’t even a full paragraph into the book yet, and you were rubbing your thighs together, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as you imagined this same voice whispering sweet nothings to you, telling you how badly he wanted to fuck you, saying how pretty you looked with your face all flushed and his fingers around your throat. 

Your brow knitted together and you closed your eyes, biting your lip as you took in a breath through your nose, trying to calm the heat rushing through your body. This was a bad idea, apparently. You'd get nothing done today at this rate… but what was the harm in a little play time before you actually got your chores done. 

You kept the tape on as you touched yourself, leaning against the counter with one hand gripping it and the other between your legs. 

"Fuck, the things I want to do to you. Wanna stuff my cock into your tight little pussy and just ruin it. Make sure no one else can ever make you feel like I do. Rub that puffy little clit for me, baby… yeah, that's it. Good girl." You could literally imagine him talking to you. 

It guided you through not one, but two orgasms. Once you were thoroughly satisfied, you washed your hands and restarted the tape. Maybe now you could focus and get some work done. 

“Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as the entered the middle age, but that was exactly what happened…” 

You sighed softly as you worked around the house, getting a quarter ways through the book before you were done with everything you needed to finish that day. You flopped onto the couch, turning the player off before you picked up the cassette case. You flipped it over to look at the back, seeing if there was any information. 

You didn't know why you were so interested, other than you hadn't cum like that in months, and especially not by yourself. 

Seeing no information, you placed the cassette back into its case and got up. After mulling over it for a good few minutes you got into your car and drove to the store you bought it from.

“Hi there, how can I help you?” The worker asked, a short girl with blonde curls and a welcoming smile.

You didn’t know how to word this, even though you’d thought about it for the entire drive. What did it matter that you wanted to know who this man was, and if you could get more of his cassettes? Would this woman even care?

“Yes, hi. I bought this tape a few days ago and—”

“Oh, is there something wrong with it?” She asked, holding out a hand for it.

“No, no, definitely not! I was actually wondering if you had some information on it?” You bit your cheek, trying to not blush or feel embarrassed. 

“Well, we do keep a catalog of things. What did you want to know?” She asked. 

You hesitantly handed it over and she looked at the front covering. “Ah, Pet Sematary. This is a good one. Are you looking for more Stephen King, or—?”

“No, actually. I was wondering if the person who read it has any other tapes? His voice is… very calming—and he’s good at doing characters voices. Very interesting to listen to!” You were beginning to ramble, so you shut your mouth.

“Let me check, though I don’t see why he wouldn’t have done more.” She smiled at you and went around the desk. 

She opened up a large binder and flipped through a few laminated pages before placing her finger on it and sliding it down until it stopped. “Ah, alright. Edward Munson did the voice-over for this one. Now, let me check the computer.” 

She moved to the big box and typed slowly on the keyboard. “It takes a few minutes to load, but it should give tell me what we have in stock of his.” She smiled at you.

You nodded and smiled back, waiting as patiently as you could manage with your toes tapping softly against the linoleum flooring. 

The computer beeped and she leaned into the screen, squinting. “Okay, Edward Munson… Pet Sematary… let me see…” She tilted her head and nodded, “Yes, okay. We have a few things he did in stock. Funniest thing, though. He’s local.” 

“What?” You asked, unsure you heard her right. “Yeah! He’s from here.” 

“Well… do you have any information on him?” You asked.

She scoffed softly. “I’m sorry, but do you think computers can do everything? No, I’ve only got basic information in here. Says where the tapes came from, is all. Hawkins Studio. It’s where our local bands record tapes and records, too.”

You nodded, slow. “Well… thank you for your help. If you direct me to the tapes, I’ll get another one.” 

She pulled out a few options for you, and you decided to go on the set of the original Lord of The Rings. That would be interesting. It wasn’t until you were in your car that it had finally settled in with you that this man, Edward Munson, whose voice you’d masturbated to, was… was a local. He was from Hawkins. 

You swallowed thickly, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. You had a choice to make, here. You could go home and continue to just listen to him… or you could take a chance. See if he was single, maybe? Jesus, how stupid was that? Though… your friends had been telling you to get back out there.

You sighed, and pressed your forehead against the steering wheel. What was the worst that could happen, here? He could reject you, that was all. 

Your heart thumped in your chest as you started your car back up and began the drive to Hawkins Studio. You hoped, hoped that they would give you some information on him. 

However, once you parked in the little lot of the building, you sat in your car for a good twenty minutes, working up the nerve to go in. Finally, after hyping yourself up, you got out of your car and went inside. 

“Hello, do you have an appointment?” The receptionist started off quickly. 

“Uh, no, actually I—” She cut you off.

“Would you like to set up an appointment? We don't allow people to just walk in and use the studio space.”

“No, I’m not here for—” 

“Well then I will have to ask you to leave. The studio is in use at the moment anyhow.” 

You stood for a moment, shocked at how this was going so far. You cleared your throat, “You don’t understand, I’m not here to use a studio.”

“Oh, are you with the band? We don’t allow…” She made an ugly face, searching for the words, “...groupies into the space either. For good reason, too. The last time it happened there was a lot of cleaning up to be done and no one was happy about that.” 

“No! No, I am not a groupie.” You laughed, though it was strained, dry. “I just wanted some information on someone who has used the studio before.” You explained.

“Oh, I see—” The phone rang, “One moment please.” 

You groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead. This was going great. 

After her quick conversation and setting up an appointment with someone, she looked back up at you.

“What was it that you wanted to know, dear?” 

“Edward Munson, I was wondering if you had any information on how I might find him or contact him?” You asked.

“Oh, I apologize. We don't give out information like that. However…” 

“You’re looking for me?” 

Your face turned bright red as you heard the voice… his voice, that voice, right behind you. You swallowed thickly, and you couldn’t turn to look at him. You were too embarrassed, caught in the act of trying to find him. You didn’t think you’d get far with this anyways, so finding him on accident? 

Slowly, you turned, brushing some hair behind your ear sheepishly as you took in his figure. He was taller than you, with long curls and beautiful brown eyes. In his hand was a cup of water, and there was a good bit of sweat dampening his bangs and coating his upper lip. He was dressed in a cut-off Metallica shirt and black jeans with holes in the knees, complete with chains and a studded belt. 

This was…not exactly what you had expected when you had heard his name, his voice. 

However, you weren’t disappointed. Not one bit. He was handsome, even in his boyish way. 

“I— yes.” You released a breath, “I was—I heard—I got a—” “Woah, woah, sweetheart. Just take a breath for me, okay? You’re fine.” He smiled at you. It was friendly, sweet.

You did as he said and took a breath, closing your eyes in the moment to calm yourself. 

“Now, try again.” 

“I got a cassette tape, one that you recorded. And I thought—I may try to find you since you were local. I…enjoyed your reading.” You explained.

He smiled a little wider. “Yeah?” He asked. “It’s a pastime of mine, one that makes me more money than the band does.” He chuckled and lifted his wrist to look at his watch. “We’re done with the studio space in about an hour. You can come in, if you like metal music? Then we can talk afterward.” 

You hadn’t expected such kindness, but you nodded anyways. You liked whatever music. You were sure that whatever you heard of him you would like, anyways.

Your body was already hot allover from hearing his voice again.

He nodded towards the hallway. You followed him down it, and into a door. 

“Guys, this is… Oh, I never caught your name.” He laughed a bit, “Sorry about that.” “Sara.” You responded, smiling at the group of men in the room. “Sara,” He repeated. “Well, you can call me Eddie. This is Gareth, Michael, Pete, Jared, and Tyler. Sara came here looking for me because she listened to one of the books I recorded on tape.” He grinned.

The guys grinned back, all sharing looks. 

“You can sit here, sweetheart. We’re just about done. Just make sure you keep quiet ‘cause we’re working on an album, alright?” 

You nodded, your lips curling up into a smile as you sat on the couch Eddie had directed you to. 

You watched as Eddie picked up his guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder. The other few got into their places, and the music started. Your cheeks flushed as you watched him, watched the way his hands moved over the strings, the way his fingers plucked at them, how his veins were displaying themselves because of how hard he was working.

You were fucking done for. A sexy voice, and sexy hands? He was easy on the eyes, too. By the time they were finished you’d heard a few of their songs, and your panties were thoroughly soaked through — you’d kept imagining his hands all over your body, with him whispering the dirtiest things to you.

You bit your lip as he put his guitar back into its case, and you stood.

“So? How did you like it?” He asked, grinning at you.

You nodded, with a smile. “It was good. Can’t wait to buy the record when it comes out.” You admitted, brushing some hair behind your ear. 

“You’re too kind.” He laughed and picked up his case. “Walk out with me?” He asked.

You nodded. He said his goodbyes to his bandmates and the two of you walked out of the studio with the group oogling at you from behind.

“So, you were looking for me, right?” He hummed, as he opened up the back door of his van. There was a mattress there, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he lived in it. Not that it was a huge problem if he did. “What were you wanting?” He asked, sliding his guitar case into a space to keep it out of the way.

“Oh, you know. I was just — “ You didn’t know what to say. In all honesty, you never even thought you’d find him. Luck was just on your side, it seemed.

“Just — ?” He prompted, standing back in front of you, facing you now. He lifted his hand and softly brushed some of your hair behind your shoulder, his fingers delicately brushing against your neck. 

You gasped softly, not expecting such a touch. He grinned. 

“Just —” You began again, but your words caught in your throat as he took a step closer to you. So close, that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. 

“Just—” He was mocking you this time, playfully. “Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.” Eddie smirked. His fingertips delicately brushed along the top of your shoulder and down to your arm. You shivered slightly. 

“You.” You finally spat out, your brain a little fuzzy from the soft touches after you spent a whole hour thinking about him touching you.

“Me?” He chuckled. “You want me? But you don’t know me.” 

“I don’t care.” You breathed and broke the space between you to press your lips together. 

You could feel his smirk against your lips as his arms wrapped around you, pulling your body flush against his. Here you were, in an open parking lot, with his band members still leaving, throwing yourself at him. A stranger. Someone you’d never even met before today.

You couldn’t care, though. Especially not with feeling his cock twitch against you. It wasn’t hard yet, and you could still feel how big it was. 

His hand slid down to your ass and he walked you backwards until your knees felt the edge of the van, hiding the two of you between the open doors of the back. 

He broke the kiss, and grinned at you. “Climb in, sweetheart.” He quirked his brows at you. 

You did as told, climbing into the back and he followed after you, closing the doors behind him. He turned back to you and tilted his head, looking you over as you sat, with your chest heaving, on the mattress. 

“Seems like you’re just a little slut, hm? Come to meet me only to be fucked in a parking lot. Pathetic.” 

You flushed, but you liked his words, so… you nodded, slowly, spreading your legs apart for him to display how wet your panties were beneath your skirt.

His eyes met with your core, and he laughed, a barking, loud laugh. 

“You’re mine and I don’t even know you. Tell me, what were you thinking about so much that you are already soaked without me so much as touching you.” 

“I-I— um… Thinking about your hands… you touching me while you… while you talk to me…” You bit your lip. “Oh, really?” He asked, amused. He climbed up onto the mattress, and his hand disappeared beneath your skirt. You felt his fingers press against your soaked core and you moaned, falling back to let yourself rest on the mattress. “Like this?” He mused, rubbing his fingers against you. “You like my voice, baby? Think it’s sexy?” He teased you, his finger pressing against your clit. “Want me to tell you how fucking pretty you are? How much I wanted to just tear your clothes off and fuck you right in front of that receptionist the moment I saw you, heard you say my name?” 

Your brow knotted together and you nodded, your lips parted as you moaned for him. 

“God, I did, sweetheart.” He sighed, kissing your jaw softly. His fingers hooked in your panties and pushed them aside before he pressed one into your dripping cunt, curling it. You whimpered, grabbing a handful of his hair as your other hand gripped at the sheet beneath you. “Wanted to rip this pretty skirt off of you and bend you over her desk. Wanted to make you look up into her eyes as I railed the fuck out of you. Let you take me over and over while anyone could just walk in and watch us.” You moaned loudly, tilting your head back further as his lips trailed across your throat. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty… and you’re all mine, aren’t you? Bet you want me to stuff you full with my cum, breed you fuckin’ full with my babies. Don’t even know me…it’s so dirty.” He sighed, pressing a second finger into you as he sucked a spot into your neck. 

Your face was red, hot, and your legs were spread as wide as you could get them for him as he fucked you open with his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” You cried out, your back arching. 

“Hmm?” He asked, a low chuckle in his throat. “What’s that, baby?” He pressed his lips against yours softly, before pulling back to look you in the eyes, “You want more? Tell me that. I’ll give you everything you want, sweetheart. So fuckin’ perfect for me.” He sighed, happy. 

You nodded, “Please, please, fuck me. Fuck me and cum in me.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

“Such a dirty girl..” He hummed, leaning in to kiss you again. He pulled his fingers out of you and climbed over your legs to position himself between yours. He pushed your shirt up, his hands toying with your chest and plucking at your nipples delicately before his fingers trailed up to your neck. He grabbed your throat as he kissed you, holding you in place as his tongue dived into your mouth and explored it. 

You couldn’t fucking handle it. You whimpered, your hips moving up because you wanted — needed to be touched. 

He chuckled again, and let go of your throat to undo his belt and his jeans, shoving them down only enough to pull his cock out. You broke the kiss so you could look down at it the moment you felt it touch your thigh.

“Fuck—” You whined, your lips parting open as you saw just how big it was. He was going to split your fucking body in two with that monster, but you couldn’t wait for it. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he guided his cock against your folds, rubbing himself against you. Your panties, however, had a different idea as they slid back into place before he could stuff himself inside you. You both groaned, and he reached down with both hands to rip them apart with no issue. 

It was hot, you had to admit. Him ripping your clothes open. You felt a little woozy from that, but thankfully you were already laying down.

He positioned himself again, and slowly pushed in. You moaned, your head tilting back as he stared down at where your bodies connected until he was fully sheathed inside of you. He was breathing a little heavily, his breath mingling with yours. 

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He hissed. 

You couldn’t help but agree, the stretch of him causing a soft burn inside of you. You didn’t care. It felt so fucking good. 

He slid his fingers up and into your open, awaiting mouth. You closed your lips around them, sucking and running your tongue over them as he groaned and softly shifted his hips inside of you. You could taste yourself on his fingers. 

“Shit, such a good girl, taking all of me like this… and raw, too? How fucking dirty. Don’t even know me and you’re letting me fuck you… fuck, it’s so hot.” He groaned, pulling back and thrusting back into you.

You cried out as he hit your g-spot, your eyes squeezing shut. 

“Fuck, that made your little pussy flutter around me. That feel good, sweetheart?” 

God, you couldn’t even think. His fingers were in your mouth, his cock in your cunt, and he was talking to you, telling you what was happening. You could fucking die.

“Bet you don't give this pretty pussy the attention it deserves. If it was mine I’d be stuffing it full every fucking day. Every chance I got.” He groaned, finding a set pace for his hips.

“God, you’re so tight I don’t think I can even—fuck.” He didn’t finish his sentence, his hips just sped up. 

“Gonna pump you so full of my fucking cum, I bet it’s going to just spill out of you. Gonna make sure you give me a baby, huh? You like that, don’t you? The thought of giving a baby to a stranger? Yeah..” He sighed, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “Fuck—”

You were a mess. Moaning, whimpering, whining as he fucked his fat cock into you. There was nothing more you wanted right now than to be his. For him to stuff you full every fucking day and to make sure you were never without an empty uterus. 

“Mmm….ah—” You gasped out as a new sensation began to rise in you. Your belly was growing hotter and hotter by the second, and it was something akin to an orgasm… but different. 

“Keep going, Eddie, please —” You cried out to him, only urging him to speed up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t take it—” You gasped, your back arching up as he reached down between you to rub your clit with his spit-soaked fingers. 

On a pull out, it happened. The pressure in your body released and you squirted onto his thick cock, screaming. 

He laughed, loudly, amused. “Wow, you are a fucking slut. You like this way too much.” He laughed some more, before shoving his cock back inside you and kissing you deeply, his hand on your throat again to hold you in place.

His cock kept going and going and going until that pressure built up again—and you made an even bigger mess. You whimpered and whined, your cunt fluttering and sucking him in deeper. God you’d never… this had never happened before. 

“Shit…gonna fill you up, yeah? So fuckin’ hot.” He sighed as he broke the kiss. Sweat dripped off of his forehead onto your throat as he watched the way your pussy greedily sucked him in again, the sounds of your combined sex’s making loud noises in the van. 

“Gonna fuckin’ — fill you to the brim, shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—!” He let out a strangled moan as he bucked his hips into you roughly.

You were almost thankful for him to be finishing. You didn’t know how much more of it you could take.

“Fuck, shit—” He sighed, his hips slowing before they finally stilled. His lips pressed against your skin wherever they could reach before they met yours again, and he slowly pulled out and dropped onto the mattress next to you.

“Well… it was very nice to meet you, Sara.” He grinned.

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Tag list: @eddiemunsons-girl @spiderrrling @syddsatyrn @mayeddieandstevegf

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader fanfic #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine

[amielxxxangel]

Random black phone head cannons

Ok so I just gotta explain, in my head canon they all didn’t die, they got kidnapped yes but the grabber kept them probably doing some fucked up shit that traumatized them and were able to escape in which they became a close knit group finding comfort with one another and end up moving with eachother. I ship them as a poly but this could also be platonic, whatever makes y’all comfortable!😊. Now ONTO THE THE HEAD CANNONS

Griffin still sleeps with a stuffed animal, his room is filled with stuffed nails from all sizes. His most favorite plushie is a Rolly poly plushie the boys got him for his birthday

Finney and bruce still practice baseball even though finney quit his team. he helps bruce practice because he knows how how much bruce wants to get into the big leagues

Finneys room is filled with galaxy posters small planets and rockets made out of cardboard hanging on his ceiling

Robin teaches the others taekwondo and karate to defend themselves. Bruce and vance pick it up easily, while finney griffin and billy struggle

Griffin does both ballet and gymnastic and whenever he has a show or competition the others make sure to come and watch

They also do the same for every game that Bruce has

Robin and vance spar with one another. They’d be outside practicing kicks, punches and blocking

Being the first three of the grabbers abductions vance, billy and griffin were inseparable after escaping is one was missing or they didn’t know where one was they’d freak out.

Griffin, being the first abduction went through so much and struggled the most once they were able to get out. It was so bad that the first few months if one of the boys grabbed him and he didn’t know who it was he would start to have a panic attack.

It got better but now the boys make sure to say something beforehand so griffin knows who it is.

They never leave robin and vance unsupervised, they just don’t if they do they’re either doing something illegal or kill themselves/someone.

Whenever Gwen comes to their house they let her do their nails and style their hair, they can’t say no.

Gwen, robin, and vance also have braid trains in that order.

They go to drive in moves every week using robins uncles truck.

They all take therapy after what happened with the grabber. Vance being the most stubborn and not really opening up while the rest work on their trauma.

Vance does get there eventually with the help of the others he opens up about his trauma from the time in the basement.

Billy was really insecure about the scar on his face, sometimes he’d look at the scar and start to uncontrollably sob it gets so bad that he wouldn’t notice the others trying to comfort him until he calmed down.

He now considers it a battle scar after the other reassured him how it makes him look strong.

Even though they all have their room they usually end up sleeping with each other in one bed.

It’d be robin and griffin in the very middle because they’re small then billy and finney and then Bruce and vance on the outside.

Finney and bruce are the main cooks of the kitchen they always make the best dishes for everyone.

Nobody lets vance be in the kitchen by himself he’s either burn the house down or make a dish that is utterly inedible.

If vance was very sure that he wanted to cook then have someone be with him usually Bruce or finney to help him because if not they would be eating burnt chicken.

Robin has a closet filled with bandanas it’s his most prized possession, he’ll know if someone took one of his bandanas.

Nobody bullies any of them for being gay or having a 6 way relationship because it has robin Arellano and vance hopper in it, saying or ridiculing the relationship the boys have is basically a death wish.

And nobody Bullies finney,bruce,griffin, or billy because of the same exact reason they their bfs are robin Arellano and vance hopper, if anybody did and those two found out they will double teamed.

Finney and bruce tutor the rest of the boys when they’re all struggling with school, they’d have a tutor session on the weekends if anybody needed help.

Vance is protective of all of the boys he just doesn’t admit to it to keep his bad boy act.

That’s pretty much it lol hope you guys liked these and I’m making more in the future😋

#the black phone #tbp #vance hopper #griffin stagg #billy showalter #finney blake #bruce yamada #robin arellano #they’re all in love #headcanon

[outerspacebisexual]

Congratulations on the followers! I hope there is another celebration for more soon as you deserve all the recognition!

I was hoping it's not to late to request from the prompts list. If it not I would like to request 13 and 18 with Argyle and a female reader. The reader has a crush on her friend Argyle, so when he returns from Hawkins and he tells her about what happened/is happening shes worried and upset.

Bad Trip - Argyle

Summary: Your friend Argyle shows up on your doorstep after vanishing into thin air. You aren't entirely pleased to see him.

Pairing: Argyle x Reader

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: swearing, little fight, fluff!

a/n: i love writing side characters that i can just make shit up about. like, does argyle have a sister? dunno. does he have one in this? absolutely.

thank you for requesting! <3

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You were hallucinating.

That was the only logical explanation for how Argyle was standing on your doorstep with an awkwardly sheepish smile on his face after being missing for a week.

Every thought emptied from your mind as the shock turned into relief, and then quickly morphed into anger. You stepped forward and planted your hands on his chest, sending him flying back a few feet as you pushed him.

His smile dropped as he stumbled. “What—”

“How dare you,” you seethed, stepping closer to him. “How dare you just show up like nothing happened? Like you didn’t just disappear without a single fucking word.” Tears pricked at your eyes as you continued your tirade while Argyle just stood there, watching you with wide eyes. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?”

He reached out to take your hand, but you stepped back, pulling your hand to your chest.

“Don’t.”

“I can explain everything, I swear,” he said. “Well, as best I can. There are still some things that are totally way over my head. But I can explain as best I can.”

You were crying in earnest then.

For a whole week, you had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown after you arrived to work to find Argyle had ditched his shift mid-way through. You had gone to his place after your shift ended, thinking that he might have split to hang out with Jonathan, but he wasn’t home.

You tried calling him the next day, but still nothing. You hadn’t been able to shake the sinking feeling in your gut that something was wrong.

And after the third day of radio-silence from him, you had used the spare key to let yourself into his house.  Nothing had been moved. All of his clothes were still in his closet. The dirty dishes were still piled on his counter. The movie that he’d rented for you guys to watch on the weekend was still sitting on top of his TV, even though it was due two days ago.

It looked like he had simply gone to work and not come home. That sinking feeling had turned into a pool of dread.

You had called his older sister, thinking that maybe he had gone to visit her, but she hadn’t seen him. You had even tried Jonathan, but his line had been busy every time you called.

No one in Lenora Hills seemed to know where he was. He had just vanished in the middle of the day.

You had been on the verge of calling the police, but hesitated. What would you have even said to them?

Despite the fact that you want to be so much more, you were just his friend, and he didn’t have to tell you where he was going and when, even though he normally did tell you everything.

Seeing him now, your heart was torn between wanting to throw yourself into his arms and never let go or throw him of your lawn and never see him again. “Go away, Argyle,” you managed, swiping at your wet cheeks. Your voice was pathetic, even to your own ears.

“I can’t leave with you crying like this,” he said softly. “Let me explain, please. And if you still want me to leave then I will. I won’t even fight you on it.”

You stared at him, debating letting him in. He looked hurt at your hesitation, face falling as you didn’t immediately welcome him in like you always did. That one look alone had you pulling your door open, leading him to your couch where he began explaining his disappearance.

An hour later, and you were wondering what kind of new strain Argyle had tried that led to a trip this bad.

You held your hands up. “Wait. So, Jonathan and his brother and sister somehow have magic powers?”

“No, just his sister. It’s so totally insane, dude. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

The whole time he’d been explaining this crazy story, you had sat in silence, which you returned to now. You just blinked at him. “Right.” You still weren’t entirely sure if you believed it, but Argyle had never lied to you before, and to start with something this fucked up would be out of character for him.

He seemed to be excited about his little adventure. You weren’t sure how in the hell he could have any positive feelings about the gruelling week he’d had, but…that was just Argyle.

After a moment, his eyes fell to his shoes as he said, “I’m sorry that I didn’t call. It’s just, you know, secret government assassins on our tail and all.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I did want to,” he continued, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “And I thought about it, like, all the time. But… but I thought that they might be able to trace the call or something, like in those spy movies you like.” He paused, finally looking up at you. “I didn’t want them finding you.”

Your heart melted at the sincerity in his voice. Even with all everything going on, he was still thinking about you.

“It’s alright,” you told him. “I was just so scared that something bad happened to you. I mean, I guess it did, so I was right, but I’m just glad you’re OK.”

He smiled, his casual Argyle smile that made you weak at the knees. “Gotta trust that gut instinct more often.”

You scoffed. “I trust my gut all the time. It’s you and Jonathan who second guess me.”

“Trust me, I won’t be second guessing any shit you say from now on.”

You couldn’t pull your eyes from him, just so overcome with gratitude and disbelief that he was sitting across from you. Safe. Even after being involved with monsters and superpowers and secret government agents. “You’re not allowed to be gone a whole week ever again,” you said. “Especially without telling me.”

Argyle laughed, throwing his head back. “I won’t be going anywhere any time soon. Not without you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, at the underlying meaning that you prayed you weren’t imagining. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

#argyle x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #argyle x you #argyle x y/n #argyle fanfiction #stranger things one shot

[huggybug]

47 and 59 for dilf day with brendan brisson!

happy dilf day!

47. “Did you have a bad dream?”

59. “You’re okay, don’t cry”

“This isn’t a one person decision Brendan!” You whisper-yelled at your boyfriend who was drying the dishes as you leaned against the counter opposite him.

“I never said it was” He was frustrated and you were annoyed which meant the conversation was going absolutely nowhere. “If I knew it would be such a problem…”

“What? You wouldn’t have had the first one?” Brendan’s jaw dropped, shocked that you’d even say something like that.

“You’re so fucking dramatic” Brendan lets out a dry laugh. “I’m not asking for a lot here, I don’t know why you’re so upset” He was asking for a lot, he was asking for another child.

“Because Brendan! You don’t understand how much work it is!” As much as you loved your son, raising him was a full time job, something Brendan would never understand because his job takes him away for half the year, not that it was his fault.

“Are you saying I don’t do anything for you guys?” He started to get defensive as you ran your hands over your face in frustration.

“No- I… you just don’t get it Bren”

“Mommy?” You spin around to find your son standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. You can tell he’s been crying which quickly raised your concern.

“Oh buddy, what’s wrong?” You crouch down as he waddles over to you, Brendan sighing as he sets the dish towel down on the counter before making his way over to where your son was now burrowing into your arms.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Brendan asked, slowly bending down next to you, arm hovering around your back, still unsure of where you two stood in the moment. However, your little argument was the last thing on your mind as you felt your son cry in your arms.

“I- I…” He tried to say something but choked on the tears and flailed towards Brendan so that the three of you were in a group hug.

“Hey you’re okay, don’t cry” Brendan tries to talk him through it as you rub his back soothingly. It takes a few minutes but the tears finally stop and Brendan’s able to pick him up, leading the way to your bedroom where it was decided by your son that you all were sleeping tonight. You get him settled into bed and then silently move around the room to get ready for bed yourself, trying to ignore the thoughts swirling in your head.

You come out of the bathroom to find Brendan laying next to your son in bed, gazing down at him as he slept peacefully. You stayed quiet as you watched Brendan play with your son’s hair, watching in amazement at your two boys who are quite literally carbon copies of each other.

“I shouldn’t be pressuring you into it” Brendan breaks the silence. His voice has lost its edge and you can tell that this was him waving the white flag. You let out a sigh as you crossed the room and climbed into bed on the other side of your son.

“I understand what you want and it’s not like I don’t want another too but I don’t know if I can do it Bren”

“We can plan it so that I’m around for the first few months and… I can stay in more when I’m home-” You appreciated that he was willing to be around more but in the long run, it didn’t mean much. Him staying home when his friends went out to the bar would be nice but that was only a handful of times, it wouldn’t exactly make up for the weeks on end that he’d be on road trips.

“I think I need more than that though”

“I’m giving you as much as I can babe” You took a deep breath. He was right, there wasn’t anything else he could offer and you were probably just being difficult. “You know what they say, you’re never actually ready for kids, they just kinda happen” It was true, you two weren’t exactly planning for your son and everything seemed to work out pretty well. You look down at the sleeping boy in the middle of your bed, smiling at the clear resemblance to his father.

“Maybe another one wouldn’t be too terrible” You smile which makes Brendan grin.

“Are you sure?” He asks and you nod slowly. He carefully leans over your son to kiss you and it makes you immediately forget about the argument you just had.

“Well we aren’t going to try right now” You shoved him away lightly which made him laugh. “Go to sleep babe, you’ve got an early morning with this guy” You gesture down to your son who was surely going to be up at the crack of dawn, something that was not going to be your problem.

#happy dilf day! #brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson imagine #brendan brisson blurb #dad au #vegas golden knights #hockey writing #nhl players #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction

[abigail-nicole]

tgcf live read, part 5

in which the author moves her live-tweet of Heaven Official's Blessing, Tian Guan Ci Fu, all-around perfect novel and joy to everyone who reads it, from twitter (beta, qi rong, ruined by cryptobros and billionaires) to tumblr (alpha, hua cheng, shitposting for 10+ years and chaotic neutral). please buy officially licensed Heaven Official's Blessing translations from Seven Seas, enjoy the beautiful official donghua while we can get any smidge of gay representation out of mainland China, and enjoy!

initially live-tweeted 3/29/2020:

oh my god there’s a pregnancy episode. You know I’ve never counseled any of my patients on the grudge that could be left by an aborted fetus

Xie Lian faking pregnancy Im here for this

Oh!!!!! This is great!!!!!

Xie Lian has a ghost baby who’s waiting for him to transition & get pregnant CLEARLY THE ONLY EXPLANATION

I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

I cannot wait to see the art for this??? It’s gonna be Exquisite

UNEXPECTED!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH SCREAMING SO LOUD I STARTLED THE CAT

Wasnt chapter 95 of mdzs ALSO A KISS CHAPTER

*incoherent noises* jgk fed gjbcgjkjfdhioollllojhghsadfsdff

(archivist note: my favorite fan cosplay photo art of this moment)

Oh my god xie lian REACTS SO POORLY WHAT A DUMBASS

The ghosts offering to help Hua Cheng rape someone is NOT funny but it made me laugh out loud

well now this is just

I’m gonna start counseling my pts on the spiritual strength of their fetuses. The strongest is clearly that lady who got shot in the uterus at 14 wks and made it to 28 weeks

Obstetric cultivation is my jam y’all

THEY'RE JUST HANGING OUT TOGETHER! BORROWING CLOTHES FROM EACH OTHER!! SOFT BOYFRIENDS!!!

Hua Cheng: i can cook for you

Xie Lian: no, let’s go out to eat

Hua Cheng: ......... you asked for this

oh to be Hua Cheng, smiling, watching your boyfriend eat

Xie “I JUST TELL THEM I’M IMPOTENT TO GET WOMEN TO LEAVE ME ALONE IM REALLY JUST GAY” Lian

Hua Cheng here like (smirking emoji x3)

Oh my god boyfriend calligraphy lessons SOFT...!!! SOFT!!!

I vehemently disagree with this “this father has to be included in the ghost fetus rights” case but that’s my own business

everyone: why the FUCK do you have this sword oh my god

The last time we saw e’ming it was shaking in sadness that it had hurt Xie Lian and I’ve cried in my heart every second from then until now

MY TWO FAVORITE WEAPONS ARE FIGHTING????? NO THEYRE BEST FRIENDS!! RUOYE & EMING OTP

YES PET THE SWORD ITS A GOOD SWORD GOOD SWORD

every time they hang out im just like......yes....pure oxygen, clean water, pollution disappearing from this earth....

Yes e’ming ruoye weapon pet otp

Oh my god this Which Weapon Pet Will Help More With Cooking is Exactly what my soul needs in these trying times.... I’m so blessed.....

Xie Lian - Wei Wuxian - being terrible at cooking

this is COMEDY GOLD

Hua Cheng: *doing dishes*

Shi Qingxuan: WHAT THE FUCK

Qi Rong: IM A FIERCE GHOST TOOOOOOOOO

Xie Lian: *hiding*

This is the best dinner party

This is the best fucking dinner party scene in any book I have ever read

Honestly the book could end right here. This scene is the Blessing in the title Heaven Official's Blessing

Shi Qingxuan is gonna go back & tell everyone they ate dinner with Hua Cheng and No One is gonna believe it

Poor Shi Qingxuan Lolololol

Awwwww theyre finally exchanging phone numbers!!!! also lol @ xie lian’s little joke here

can’t wait for the scene where they start flirting via communications array & shi qingxuan is staring back and forth at them & shouting at ming yi WHAT THE FUCK WE’RE RIGHT HERE WHAT ARE THEY DOING GET A GODDAMN ROOM

ugh I’m so happy to stop on this note & look forward to reading tomorrow & not having to pick up in the middle of Tragedy Book 2 (& apoarently also Tragedy Book 4). In conclusion Hualian is the Real Official Blessing We Made Along The Way

OMG I SAID THIS SCENE WOULD HAPPEN also i cant wait to find out hua cheng’s password (narrator voice: she would be disappointed)

Shi Qingxuan: i made them strip but oh god he just admitted he likes xie lian NOW its weird

Hahaha just wait till this is a sex thing (smirk emoji)

I also get bored and play dress up in the middle of hostage recovery

to be continued in part 6!

#tgcf #tgcf liveread

[mymindisacage]

A DAISY PUSHER — CHAPTER TWO

The Painting at the End of the Stairs

Word Count: 5,964

description: sylvia goes away for the week.

a/n: hey guys please tell me if theres inconsistencies in my writing. usually theres a literal month or two between when i write each chapter because i forget my book exists and im worried i forget things ive solidified in canon... please do enjoy this because i keep forgetting abt this even though its my lifes work...........

“—And I told her that she can suck my big fat balls.” Anastasia chuckled.

“You don’t have balls, Anastasia,” I responded.

“The point still stands, you weirdo.”

“Yeah, stop being a big fat party pooper, Syl’,” Emily told me.

I picked up my lunch. I had a homemade ham and cheese sandwich, pineapple chunks, and a bag of salted almonds. Zorion always tried to convince me that the school lunch was the best thing on the planet, but I never believed him. During freshman year, I got food poisoning from the school’s food. I don’t remember what it was, but it was gross.

“Sylvia,” Klara started, chewing and covering her mouth. “Did anything cool happen in class today?”

“Um…” I mumbled.

“While we’re young, Sylvia.” Anastasia groaned.

“Sorry. Some girls looked at me like I stabbed their mother when I walked into the bathroom. They were doing their makeup or something, I don’t remember.”

“Wow, I hate chicks like that.” Emily nodded.

“Thank god I use the dude’s restroom.” Zorion groaned. “They just fingerboard on my stall and turn all the lights off.”

“Whoa. They do what?” I gaped.

“They… fingerboard and turn all the lights off?”

“Yeah, why?”

“They’re crazy.”

“God, dudes are scary—”

“Oh, that’s not even it!”

“Here we go again…”

“I remember in eighth grade, some kids would run full-force at the door. The locks rarely ever worked, so a lot of the time they’d just burst in while I was trying to take a shit. Now, because I’m trans, they were probably just attacking me because they recognized me by my shoes. Middle school dudes are a million times worse than high school dudes because they have so many of the worst aspects one could have. Audacity.”

“At least dudes let you know they hate you.” Anastasia groaned, talking while chewing. “Chicks just stare at you and giggle.”

“Anastasia, I hope you get jumped today.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

I looked over at everyone else’s plates as they talked. They were nearly finished with their lunches, and I was barely starting. I took nibbles at my sandwich, but I wasn’t particularly thrilled to eat it. I took the fork out of my lunchbox and began eating my pineapple chunks, but I still wouldn’t eat them. I just sat and played with them.

I ended up eating my bag of almonds. I never got hungry during school. I had a small stomach and quickly digested food, so I wasn’t very suited for meals. I snacked through the day. People would say it wasn’t healthy for me, but I tried to mix in fruits and nuts and lunch meat during the day. I would always eat what people deemed sides at meals because the main dishes were harsh on my stomach. I always felt rude.

I zipped my sandwich back into its bag and closed the plastic container my pineapple was in, zipping it into my lunchbox. I kept my almonds out and munched on them as the chatter filled my ears and I sat, listening.

“My brother got a girlfriend.” Emily groaned.

“Woah, woah,” Anastasia gaped. “You have a brother?”

“Anastasia. You have been friends with me since you were in elementary school. Tell me you know my goddamn brother.”

“Dude,” Klara cackled, banging on the table. “You didn’t know about her brother?”

“No?” Anastasia responded, shock filling her face. “Who the hell is he?”

“He’s probably in your classes. He’s that ginger Freshman.” Emily told her.

Emily sat up from her place in her seat and looked around the cafeteria so she could search for her brother. She sat down and began speaking again.

“Okay, Anastasia,” Klara said, turning around and pointing. “Look for a tall, skinny, ginger kid over yonder.”

“Um…” Anastasia mumbled. “Holy shit, Andrew’s your brother?”

“What, you know him?” 

“Yeah, my girl Savannah is dating him.”

“Oh, my god. Small world, I guess.”

“We live in the middle of nowhere. It is a small world.”

I checked my watch. It read twelve thirteen, which was two minutes before lunch ended. I began putting my things away and into my bag, and everyone at the table followed. I wouldn’t tell them, but I loved eating with them. I loved sitting with them and learning about how Anastasia didn’t know Emily’s brother until now. I was grateful to have friendship, no matter how little I showed it to others.

“Guys, I’m going to my class,” I began. “I’ll see you later.”

I began walking, but Zorion followed.

“Don’t forget, you have little ol’ me in your fifth period!” He beamed.

“Thanks, Zorion,” I mumbled. “You ruined math class for me.”

I walked to class as he rambled on about things I didn’t care enough about to take an interest in on my own, but he was my brother. I cared about what he liked, so I let him ramble.

“So me and Klara—” He started.

“Klara and I, Zorion.” I corrected him.

“Klara and I were hanging out yesterday, remember? We went to McDonald’s or Wendy’s or something…”

“You went to Subway, Zorion.”

“Same thing!”

“Those aren’t remotely similar.”

“They sell sandwiches. We were at Subway and I was eating my footlong, and we were talking about something I don’t remember, but the funniest song came on over the speakers while I was talking, so we just stared at each other for a few seconds before I started laughing. Then, I started choking on my sandwich.”

“Ah. That was so interesting, thank you for that.”

“Dude, you’re so mean to me sometimes, you—”

He ran into the door trying to turn into it. It swung in his face because it didn’t have a stopper.

“Ow! Fuck, that hurt!” He whimpered, holding his head in his hands.

“Language, Zorion.” I reminded him, hitting his arm.

“Oh, bite me.”

We walked to our table, where we sat next to each other. He sat to my left. I unpacked the contents of my backpack needed for math class. My graph paper notebook, pencil case, and laptop. Zorion seemed neglectful of what he had to do in that class and was doodling on his hand with a dry-erase marker. The teacher started attendance and Zorion continued doodling with his chin against the table. It was astonishing how he could sit like that all day. Though he did have horrible back pain he made a point of complaining about it, so it’s not like he’s free of ailments.

“Sylvia? Sylvia Becker?” The teacher called.

“Oh, I’m here,” I replied, shooting my hand up.

“Okay. Zoe Becker?”

“I’m here,” Zorion mumbled, putting his head down on the table.

I looked at him. He congested his posture and moved his hands to the top of his head, clutching his hair lightly and letting his cheek rest on the cold table. I put my hand on his back and patted him gently. I tried to be comforting.

“It’s— I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

I wanted to say “It’s okay”, but it wasn’t okay. He had told the teacher many times about his name since the first day of school, even emailing his teachers in advance. He tried so hard just for that to happen. It wasn’t okay.

“No, it’s not your fault,” He mumbled. “Don’t be sorry, Syl’.”

“Oh, sorry.”

I did it again. I would always apologize to people. I would apologize to the point where sorry wasn’t a word I meant anything through anymore. He sat up and began rummaging through his backpack for something. He pulled his sketchbook out and began doodling when the teacher began her lesson. I watched Zorion doodle for quite some time as the teacher gave us notes to take. He poured his feelings into art, I knew he did.

I never had anything to pour my feelings into. I had music, but I couldn’t write music if my life depended on it. I often tried to explain my feelings through instrumental songs, ones where the guitars told the story. Or I had songs where the lyrics were there for the ambiance.

We were told to pull our computers out, and I followed through. Zorion did too, but he was way more off-task than I was. He just sat and played MineSweeper or other games, while I tried to do my work.

Maybe I poured my feelings into my work. I would often find myself doing my homework, a habit many wished for. I would put everything I had into my work because it was all I had. In band, I tried so hard to be the best trumpet player in the band. I dreamt of going into drum corps, but those programs exceeded four thousand dollars.

I looked again at Zorion to see him asleep on his desk. His head was in between the nook of his arms and the back of his pink head of hair faced me. I could hear him breathing, but I could hear everybody breathing. I decided to leave him alone.

Students began to pack up their belongings as the clock ticked ever closer to the end of fifth period, so I nudged Zorion on his shoulder and he shot up, mumbling about something he was dreaming about. He packed up his things quickly and stood by the door, waiting as if nothing had happened. I rushed to meet with him and he was swaying on his feet.

“That’s so embarrassing!” He groaned.

“You just fell asleep,” I muttered. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s not.”

“Whatever.”

“Anyways—” He said, getting cut off by the bell as students began filing out. “—See you at home.”

“Bye, Zorion,” I responded.

I had one more class to get through. American Sign Language II. If I could just get through sixth period, I would be free to go home. I didn’t have a seventh period class, I made it so I wouldn’t. I took four core classes and two electives, but Marching Band gave me credit for P.E., so I didn’t take it. However, during concert season, I had zero period, so a free seventh period didn’t really shorten my school day, it just kept them at their usual time.

I sat at my desk and listened to the teacher bore on to those who would listen, while occasionally reminding the class that she was the one in charge. Next to me were people whispering to each other in an attempt not to get caught by the teacher, but we all knew it was them filling the classroom with noise. It was always so painfully obvious who was talking that whispering was just for fun at that point.

Eventually, the class began to pack up and I finally got the chance to be alone. Emily had a free period the year before, but her ambitions were not fit for a seven-period schedule, so she took the extra class: Psychology. I’d wanted to take it, but the class was limited to Juniors and Seniors.

I pulled my headphones over my head as I left campus, walking at what I deemed a “leisurely pace”. I made my way through campus and left the doors of the school and began enjoying the scenery of the outside world. Despite what everyone else thought, I could hear through my headphones, and I heard my name through muffled conversation.

“Dude… Sylvia’s right there!” I caught through the muffled noise of my headphones, prompting me to turn the song off and walk slowly so I could hear them.

“Shut up, she can’t hear us,” The second voice said. “She has her headphones on.”

I turned my head around to see Zorion and Anastasia, who appeared to be walking somewhere I wasn’t going. We made brief eye contact before Anastasia and Zorion attempted to run off, but Anastasia fell flat on her face in the wet grass.

“God dammit!” She yelped, shooting up and clutching her skirt in her hands. “Is my hair okay?”

“Is it ever okay?” Zorion laughed.

“Shut up, Zorion,” She spat, turning to me. “If you say anything to Ma, you’re dead.”

“You guys do know I don’t care if you ditch, right?” I interjected, staring at Anastasia.

“Oh. C’mon Zorion, let’s go.”

“Ope, bye, Sylvia!” Zorion grinned, running off.

They always saw me as this rule-abiding saint, when that wasn’t who I was. I wasn’t the kid to remind you of the syllabus or the student handbook, I would just mind my own business; It’s what worked best for me. To stay as inconspicuous as possible and go unnoticed was often the ‘goal’ of the social aspect of school, as I never liked people having opinions about me.

Of course, school was more than that to me, I loved many aspects of school. I loved band, I loved math, and I loved things that made sense to me. I loved performing. When I said that, nobody would understand, but I loved performing. I lived for performance. Since Freshman year, I have found an unusual fondness for field shows. I loved field show and the nature of tournaments.

As I walked down residential roads, the trees narrowed in closer to the street, the leaves covering the hot September sun. Though, at the end of this street, there was a blinking stop sign. It ruined the general look of the street, but what did I care?

Cars revved by me and I passed other students, students I recognized and could tell you nothing about. Parents parked on this street, so I passed many students sitting on the curb in front of houses, or maybe standing on the sidewalk. I walked home, I loved walking. Marching band combined with my love to walk gave me chiseled, masculine calves. I wasn’t fond of it.

Soon enough, I pushed my way onto my street and entered through the back to see someone I didn’t expect to see so early. My mother.

“Mom?” I mumbled, wondering why she was home so early. Worrying why she was home so early. “What happened, are you okay?”

I set my things down as she began to talk, her accent thin from her time in the Midwest. While it had been spread out over time, her dull tone still revealed her Russian heritage when she said certain words.

“Nothing, Sylvia, it is nothing.” She said, shooing me away. “We’ll talk later, I am on the phone.”

“Oh. Okay.” I muttered, picking my things off the floor.

Ma began shuffling papers together, and I noticed a picture frame on the table before it quickly joined her pile. I looked around and a frame from above the television was missing. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what the picture was, thinking for a few seconds to no avail. I turned to the stairs and for the first time noticed the painting. It was a grayscale image of a living room with a colored, glowing bassinet in the middle. In the bottom right was a signature, the signature of my mother.

I walked up to my room, ignoring the painting as it took a permanent space in my subconscious. I changed into flowier clothes that allowed me to lounge better, consisting of no shirt, a sweater, and no pants. I lay on my bed and quickly escaped into unconsciousness. The bed, blanket, and pillow wrapped around me as my body consumed my conscious mind in its effort to recharge.

To no surprise, I was awoken too soon by Zorion calling my name. I checked my clock and it was four o'clock. I grumbled, itching my eyes, and Zorion called my name and ordered me to come downstairs. I, somewhat begrudgingly, left my bed and grabbed a skirt from my dresser. As I ran down the stairs, I pulled it over my legs and fastened the zipper. I glanced at the painting again. It had gained a residence in my mind until I talked about it. I stood next to the stairs and Zorion, Anastasia, and Ma were sitting on the couch.

“Dude, finally, Ma said she wanted to tell us something,” Zorion groaned, putting his phone down. “Sylvia, this is an intervention!”

“No it’s not, Zorion, please be serious,” Ma scolded with her hands in her lap. “Sit down, Sylvia.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, finger-combing my hair and sitting down on the couch.

She cleared her throat and began talking. “I know you all noticed I am home quite early, and I have called you here to tell you that you are going to need to take the next few days off of school. I am traveling abroad to take care of family business, simply formalities. You three will be staying with your uncle.” 

Groans emerged from Zorion and Anastasia, while I remained unphased.

“Uncle Nick, Ma?” Zorion whined, clutching his face and throwing his head off of the arm of the loveseat he was lying on.

“Yes, and you need to stop complaining or I will make your stay much worse. I have emailed your teachers and they said that you can do your work online and that any tests will be made up next week because I know you three would not do it if I did not.”

I got the point. We would go to Uncle Nick’s for four days, not including Tuesday night and Sunday morning. Zorion and Anastasia complained as Ma rattled on about how she hadn’t seen her family in decades, but I snapped back to the conversation when Ma started talking about packing bags.

“If you three would pack now and we leave by five, I will pick up dinner for you.”

“Ooh! Guys, hurry, I want Sonic.” Anastasia yelped, running up to her room.

“Hell no! I want chicken!” Zorion yelled, following suit.

I hated chicken. It was rarely made well and was often too dry and stringy for my liking. I did not want chicken, but I also didn’t want to go to Uncle Nick’s, so I assume nobody gets what they want in this world. I quickly rushed to my room and began packing. I brought a jacket, two sweaters, six shirts, four pairs of pants, two pairs of shorts, eight pairs of underwear and five bras. I packed my school computer, school binder, music binder, and sketchbook, as well as my trumpet. I brought chargers for my phone, computer, and headphones, as well as an extra phone charger in case Zorion or Anastasia needed one.

I walked downstairs to wait on the couch to see that Zorion had finished before I did. I sat down and put my hands on my lap.

“Zorion, did you pack?” I queried.

“Yeah, why do you think I’m here?” He scoffed.

I picked up his duffle bag and it felt like the only thing in it was his computer and a pair of socks.

“Zorion, what’s in this?”

“Clothes, my laptop, chargers.”

“How many shirts?”

“One.” He said, not looking up from his phone.

“One? One?”

“Yeah, the two I’m wearing now equals three but...”

“Did you pack any underwear?”

“Yeah. Two pairs.”

“Two?! You are insufferable.”

“Well… front side, backside, inside-out, backside inside out? A single item of clothing can last me a week as long as I shower.”

“Shut up, Zorion.”

Time went by. When I sat on the couch, it was four thirty-six, and the clock ticked to five, and when it hit four fifty, I called for Anastasia.

“Anastasia, come down!” I called.

“Wait, I’m almost done!” She huffed loudly.

“You’re not even finished?” Zorion laughed.

Anastasia came barreling downstairs, holding her bag across her body. She was leaning as if when she stood up straight she’d fall over.

“Anastasia, what is in there?” I groaned.

“Huh..?” She mumbled, blinking quickly at me before responding. “Oh! My bag, my bag! Yeah, I packed clothes, makeup, clothes… Um… A jacket.”

“Gosh… Am I the only sensible person right now?” I groaned, holding the bridge of my nose. “Ma, we’re done!”

“Good, please get in the car,” Ma called from her room, audibly gathering her things.

Anastasia, Zorion, and I ran out to the car, Zorion, and Anastasia arguing over the front seat. Ma came out, her suitcase in hand. She clicked her keys, unlocking the driver’s seat.

“Mom, can I have the front seat?” Zorion whined.

“No, I want it!” Anastasia cried.

“Neither of you two gets it now, Sylvia can sit up front,” Ma said coldly. 

Thank the stars. I would always get nauseous if I sat in the backseat. As Ma opened the trunk, she unlocked the other doors of the car. I preferred to sit with my things, but the others put them in the back. We started driving and Zorion and Anastasia argued about where they wanted to eat, but Ma pulled into Sonic, not bothering to ask anybody in the car.

“Hell yeah!” Anastasia exclaimed, telling Ma her exact order.

Zorion groaned, but I just zoned out before telling my mother that I wanted a corn dog. After I ate my food, I sank into my seat and shut my eyes, longing for the touch of sleep once again. My eyes drifted back into my skull as the dark vignette of sleep consumed my brain.

“Sylvia, wake up, we are here.” My mother whispered, shaking me lightly.

“Huh..?” I mumbled, opening my eyes. “Oh. Uncle Nick’s.”

I grabbed my things and checked my watch. It read seven forty-eight. I shuffled the limbs of my body to wake them up, quickly grabbing my bag off the floor of the car and stepping out. Anastasia stood with her arms crossed, making quiet conversation with Zorion as they both awaited being let into the house.

The sun just barely dipped below the horizon, painting streaks of pink across the sky before fading off into a deep blue. The dark, warm air hugged my skin as I mindlessly approached Zorion and Anastasia. They were rattling on about how much they wanted to go back home until someone emerged from the front door of the house. It was Nicolai.

He said nothing, simply gestured that we could come in with his hand, and went back inside. His dark blonde hair was gelled down to his scalp and he wore a light blue button-up shirt with a pair of khaki dress pants. He walked back into the house and the three of us followed quickly.

“Fuck, man, I don’t want to be here.” Zorion groaned quietly.

“Shh… Shh…” Anastasia hushed. “He’s right there.”

A chill ran through my spine as we walked into the front door and we were all addressed.

“Zoechka, Silvushka, Nastya! Hello, you three.” Uncle Nicolai spoke. His use of diminutives showed his love for us, as they were used with affection.

His accent was thick, and as the feeling of uncertainty and distance set in, I felt alone. I felt different. Different from everyone in my whole family, my whole world. He stood next to the stove, cooking what was dinner for seven.

“Masha, you are here.” He smiled, his face lighting up.

My mother’s name was Mariya, but her family referred to her as Masha. His tone had more inflection than I had ever heard in a voice like his as he talked with my mother in Russian. His cold expression was one I couldn’t read, one I couldn’t learn. Ma’s, however, was distressed as she rambled on with only simple words flooding to me as she spoke.

Uncle Nick simply looked at his son to signal to him what he wanted, and he followed his silent request. He shooed us out of the kitchen, pushing us to the living room. Amelia sat on a cushion closest to the wall on the couch that faced the back windows. As Zorion and Anastasia sat on the couch, she tensed in fear at the sudden interruption.

“Oh. Hello, you two.” She grinned, her soft voice reflecting an accent as well.

They clamored on, but I quickly sat down at a chair facing the living room entrance. Nicolai stood to the right of it, the side without couches, with his hands behind his back. He had a cold expression on his face as he stood, looking dead as always. His face resembled his father's every time I saw him.

As I stared more and more intensely, we locked eyes. I quickly looked away, making sure I couldn’t see any part of his body at all. I did the one thing I could do: Pull my headphones over my head and play on my phone. I was always the outcast. Unlike Nicolai, who had things to do and people to relate to, I had nothing and nobody. Nothing to do and nobody to relate to.

I wasn’t tired. I’d slept so many times that day that sleep became something unimportant to me. I stared off into space as I fully grasped the situation around me as if my eyes were sucked into my brain for just a brief moment, but I was finally alive and could process what was going on. My mind rattled, a disgusting, eerie sound, as my mind raced, yet I came up fruitless. No reasons could come to my mind as to why I was there.

Then, it clicked in my mind. The one person I was sure knew was Nicolai. Yet he saw me as someone otherworldly, not in a good way. He saw everyone as inferior, especially women, so getting a straight answer out of him would be one of the hardest social interactions I’d have to have. I had to do it, though, and I knew I would.

Eventually, I mustered up what little courage I had to talk to the one relative my age who genuinely frightened me. I got up from my seat in the oddly comfortable chair I was sitting in and approached Nicolai, still standing next to the doorway.

“What do you want?” He spat, his cold gaze unmoving. His accent was nearly as thick as his father’s.

“Why am I here?” I asked, quietly. “Why are any of us here?”

Nicolai physically turned his head to look at me, and the look he wore was pure disgust and shock.

“Do not act that way, Sylvia, you are not dumb.” He said, looking away from me and back to the wall. He was ungiving.

“Listen, you need to tell me, I don’t under—”

“You do not understand? What is there not to understand?”

“Hey don’t cut me off.”

“Sylvia, you will follow the same path your father has. It has been laid out in front of you like a devastating work of art.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“If you are too idiotic to understand that, I guess you are just like him. Now, get.” He shooed me off with his hands, but I remained relentless and stood where I was.

“What do you not understand, Sylvia? Get.”

“No! Not until you tell me what is going on here.”

He looked at me weirdly before he called his father in his mother tongue, something about dinner. Quickly, he left his post next to the entryway and went into the kitchen to set up the dinner table. Zorion, Anastasia, and Amelia sat on the couch, laughing. I sat quietly next to them on the floor, playing with my hair.

“Look who joined the party!” Anastasia laughed.

“Hi, Amelia,” I said, ignoring Anastasia.

“Hello, Silvushka!” Amelia responded, her face lighting up. “Oh, you three, it is almost dinner time, I see Kolya setting up the table.”

She had referred to me with a diminutive, which warmed me, as I knew the history behind them. It took me a bit to understand who Kolya was, but I saw Nicolai setting up the table in the background. It was a weird nickname in my opinion, as it had a K and a Y, and completely rearranged the other letters of his name.

She got up from her seat and I looked at what she was wearing. She wore a black, short-sleeved button-up and an ankle-length, brown, pleated skirt. Her wavy, brunette hair was different from her brother's straight blonde hair, something I had never noticed before. It was shoulder length, but the back was up in a small tuft of a ponytail. She clearly hadn’t brushed her hair in a few days, but I understood. Hair is awful, sometimes.

She made an indiscernible conversation with her father, who just stared at her with the same look Nicolai had looked at me. It was like it was genetic, the only face the two of them could make. His son, however, walked not past the entrance of the kitchen to alert us that dinner was ready and that we needed to come to the table.

As I sat at the dinner table, my body tensed. The atmosphere was rigid and thick like I was swimming in snow. There was a bench that touched the wall, two chairs facing the wall, and two more chairs on the sides of the table. I sat in the chair closest to the basement, the one on the side of the table. Ma was sitting to my right in a chair, and as everyone picked their seats, Uncle Nicolai began serving food in the seven bowls his son had laid out.

Nicolai sat down before the other three did, and he stared at me the whole time. He looked at me above his glasses, which had a beaded chain that went around his neck. For the brief moment we locked eyes, I felt uneasy.

Zorion sat next to me, Anastasia sat next to him, and Amelia sat next to her. Unlike Zorion and Anastasia, she was silent. Her hands were on the table, staring blankly. As Uncle Nicolai finally plated his bowl of food, he somewhat awkwardly patted my mother’s back. Something was wrong. I knew something was wrong and I didn’t know. I didn’t know what was wrong.

“Masha would like to speak about our arrangement before we begin eating.” Uncle Nicolai said, sitting down.

“Yes, I would, thank you,” Ma said. “I know I haven’t always been on the… best terms with my family, so you three have my eternal gratitude for taking care of my children on such short notice. I am leaving for Germany to take care of family business tomorrow morning. I expect you three to respect my brother and the rules of his home, please.”

Uncle Nicolai made a gesture, in which Amelia and Nicolai started eating. I followed, picking at the odd sausage and gravy mixture in my bowl. Chatter made its way across the table, but it wasn’t much. Somehow, even Zorion and Anastasia were reduced to whispers. The loudest anyone would talk was Uncle Nicolai scolding anybody who put their elbows on his table.

Amelia and Zorion ate quickly like they had somewhere to be. Nicolai, much like his mannerisms, ate slowly, yet faster than I did. Ma ate with haste, as she did have somewhere to be in the morning. As Zorion and Amelia finished their food, the four others were only halfway done. I, however, wasn’t close to halfway done. As everyone finished their dinner, I found myself just halfway done with my food, eventually sitting alone at the table.

“Uncle Nicolai, I can’t eat all this food,” I mumbled.

“I made that for you, you will sit at this table until you are done.” He said coldly.

“Kolka, she has a small stomach,” Ma said, washing her dish.

“No, Masha, she will eat what I made for her.”

“You’ve always been like this Nicolai, you won’t listen.”

They continued to fight in Russian as I tried to eat the rest of my soup, but my mother took it from me.

“Sylvia, I’ll eat it,” She said, a cold smile on her face. “Please, go set up in the living room, it’s almost time for bed.”

I hurried off in fear to the living room, where Anastasia was blowing up an air mattress she pulled out of god knows where. I stared blankly as she pumped air into the mattress, Amelia bouncing her hands on it every few seconds.

“Oh my— Anastasia, where did you get that?” I sighed.

“Well,” She giggled. “If it matters so much, I brought it. This couch messes up my back.”

“Dude. You brought a whole mattress?”

“Yeah. Are you mad you have to sleep on the furniture?”

“No.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

Anastasia set the pump down and lay on the mattress, loudly groaning. She was trying to flaunt her one smart moment to everyone.

“Oh, you three, it is time for bed. Goodnight.” Amelia sputtered, rushing to her room as quickly as she could without running.

The heels of Nicolai’s shoes clicked quietly against the wood of the hallway, and he quietly walked off to his room. As the noise from the four of us died down, the hushed argument from the kitchen dripped into the living room. I listened, trying to understand what little words I knew, but Zorion and Anastasia were too loud.

“Shut up Zorion!” Anastasia giggled, bouncing on her bed.

“You shut up, this is why you’re adopted!” Zorion spat back.

“Oh my god,” Anastasia gasped satirically. “I’m adopted?”

The volume of her statement was unknown to herself and even Zorion, who kept talking. I, however, noticed that once Anastasia said what she said, the argument stopped. The hard clacks of Uncle Nicolai’s shoes were much different than his son’s, though it might have been because he was upset.

“We do not yell past ten.” He yelled, quite hypocritically.

Anastasia stared and nodded her head, while Zorion fiddled with his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Anastasia mumbled.

Uncle Nicolai scoffed and turned the ceiling light off, walking to his room. He left Ma in the kitchen, but I didn’t want to wait for her to come out. Zorion turned onto his side, looking away from us and onto the couch. Anastasia tossed and turned until Ma came into the doorway, where she shot up.

“Goodnight, you three.” She whispered, walking off.

“Night, Ma,” Zorion mumbled, somehow already nearing sleep.

I said nothing. I sat upright for some time, listening to Anastasia tossing around and Zorion’s soft snoring. Honestly, some would just describe it as heavy breathing. The shirt I wore irritated my neck, but no matter how many times I pulled it away from me, it came back just as fast. I laid down on the throw pillow on the couch, too lazy to bring out my own.

I stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t mine, it was different. The couch wasn’t mine, the room wasn’t mine. None of this was as familiar as my room and that made it so hard to sleep no matter my exhaustion. I was always like this when I went to someone’s house, but it was worse here because I couldn’t stay up until I dropped, I had things to do.

The air conditioning whirred, Anastasia mumbled, and Zorion breathed. So many noises in that one room accompanied by the sound of my breathing was too much to handle. I reached for my phone and headphones on the floor. In the time it took me to turn my headphones on and play music through them, my heartbeat was strong and I was sweating cold.

Soft guitar filled my ears, and while the shirt still bothered my neck, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything outside of what I was doing. I stared at the ceiling once more, longing for my room. The longest week of my life was ahead of me, I knew it.

#꒰ a daisy pusher ꒱ #— 🌐 ꒰ chapter ꒱ #original work #original story #original character lore #original character #oc #oc lore #writer #artist #fiction #writeblr #creative writing #content creation

[starswallowingsea]

Cw for abuse and suicidal ideation and probably a host of other things but

AITA for expecting my roommates to do the chores they said they'd do/ask me for help if they couldn't do them on their own?

AITA for telling my roommates their arguments sent me into a severe panic attack right after the argument happened?

AITA for thinking my roommates should break up?

This is gonna be a long one under the cut

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Okay so I know moving in with them without thinking it through entirely was a bad move but I was 20 and everyone else I had asked about moving in with had already gotten arrangements set up so when they asked me it was like fucking fantastic I don't have to worry about this anymore.

So lets set the stage. I (at the time, 20 FtM) and some friends D (20NB) and M (20F) moved into an apartment together in 2021 for the 2021-22 school year. Rent was cheap, each of us would only pay like $230 for it and utilities were included (except Wi-Fi) so it was a steal for how big the unit was.

The first few weeks everything was fine. D told me they and M would sometimes have arguments but it wouldn't be big ones or very frequent and we had decided we'd be mostly responsible for cleaning up after ourselves. The chore split changed once classes started obviously and I ended up being the one who did dishes. Every day.

I do not mind doing dishes most of the time especially if it was just the three of us, but they frequently invited people over and cooked for them (I told them when we moved in to try and let me know if people were coming over. They only let me know like three times the entire time we lived together but they had people over like 5 days a week el em ay oh) and often left a mess in the kitchen because it was "too much work to wipe the stove down if [D specifically] spilled something."

Now I was keeping the kitchen as clean as I could. I swept like three times a week and mopped at least twice a week after sweeping, wiped down all appliances. The only thing I didn't really touch was the fridge. I'd get on them to clean it and make sure their food wasn't going moldy (a frequent occurrence which they blamed on their ADHD but never like. Bought less food or tried to set up any sort of management for that problem). I once threw out an entire gallon of milk that had curdled and they had. Interesting reactions to say the least.

But anyway other than the fridge I tried to keep the kitchen pretty clean. I did dishes twice a day most days and during our second semester would more often than not get anxiety about not doing them before I went to work because the sink was full but I was up at 6am and out the door by 6:45 and only really had time to shower, get dressed, and eat. They never did yell at me bc I'd do them after I got home in the afternoon but just for context here.

Anyway they started fighting after about like 6 weeks of us living together. The first time I ignored it but after two or three arguments I tried to intervene with them on the porch. It was the middle of the night in October in Michigan and we were all miserable. D had accused M of being uncaring about their issues and that it had quote "been a big problem recently" and that they absolutely needed M to always be open to talking about D's problems. I sided with M that it was late and everyone should just go to bed and come back with a clear head but D was insistent that they figure it out before going to sleep. It was like 3am. That was the only time I tried to step in and figure out their problems and mediate.

These fights continued to get worse and I started trying to get them to do a little cleaning in the living room which both of them had agreed to take care of but it was such a mess because they almost never cleaned up after themselves (I'd more often than not had to grab dirty dishes from the coffee table for example) and so eventually they invited a friend over to help clean.

I had come home from work and was like oh new person why are you here? And D told me that they were here because someone (me) couldn't be bothered to help us out. They never asked me to help clean and when I did offer they said they had it so I just let them be. I know how it feels when people ignore you when you say you have something and try to help anyway so like. Idk what I was supposed to do? And like I said I kept my part pretty clean for the most part.

Eventually we had an argument (more like D lashed out at me after that I think? My time-line of this period is a bit jumbled) and said that because I was a trans man I was trying to use my masculinity to exert power over them and tower over them (I am a whopping 5'4 and pretty average sized but I guess I carry myself in a way that can make me seem bigger than I really am sometimes). Anyway I was just like whatever and mentally checked out because I'm pretty sure they were gaslighting me about things I had said but I really can't be sure bc like the axe forgets the tree remembers etc but I legit have no memory of when those comments would even had been made because at that point I had taken to just hiding in my room 99% of the time unless I needed to cook something or go to class.

I want to say like two months after this they had another argument. It was like 6pm on a Tuesday and it was winter still so it was dark out. Their argument sent me into a panic attack that caused suicidal ideation. The very few panic attacks I've had never were that bad but D wanted me to drive them to DnD because they didn't have a ride and I said sure. In the car at a red light in town I told them their argument made me have a panic attack and I was riding through it *while driving* and they told me "Our arguments shouldn't be making you react like this. You need to go to therapy." Which just felt like a gut punch. The entire time we had lived together they constantly blamed their issues on past trauma and mental illness so I tried not to get on them too much but that still felt like such a shitty move.

Like D would constantly go on rants about how they'd always accept when they were wrong but then in practice it was always blaming M for their problems. Multiple times I thought about telling M they should break up but by that point I'm pretty sure D had been trying to manipulate M to be against me, just based on the arguments we had.

At one point they left the house and hadn't even been arguing but someone tripped over something and made a loud noise and I was in a call when this happened playing dnd and I literally had to mute myself and calm myself down and ended up not playing the rest of the session.

Anyway AITA for. Any of this?

#shay speaks #long post #well its under a cut but whatever #this i think is most of it. maybe a few specific instances removed #like not telling me they got a second cat until i came home to them playing with it #no text or anything about getting a cat just 'we're going to the cat cafe today' #anyway. #abuse // #abuse cw #abuse tw #suicidal ideation cw #suicidal ideation //

[pickledpascal]

Love Ya, Bye!

Relationship: Benoit Blanc x Ezra Wayne

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Ezra can tell when Elle needs to isolate because he does too.

Those few months between winter and spring, where the cold seemed to drag on for a little too long, were some of the hardest days for Ezra. Nothing particularly horrible happened to make him that way, it was just how it was. And being cooped up with Elle and Benoit for weeks and weeks didn’t help. Part of the reason Ezra became an actor was to be able to go to far off places and get his mind off reality for a little while. Now that his next project wasn’t for a little while, it was much harder to keep his mind clear.

He could sense when Elle was the same way.

It wasn’t tense in the morning, but it was quiet. Much more quiet than other days. Elle and Ezra were eating in the kitchen, alone. Benoit had to go into the office much earlier than he had planned. As soon as Elle finished eating, she opened her mouth to suggest something to do.

“I really love you, sweetheart, I do. But I think we both know we need to get the fuck away from each other for a little while.” Ezra sighed, setting their dishes in the sink. He knew when they had to isolate. It wasn’t the worst thing. They just needed a break, to not be around anyone. Recharge their battery.

Elle pursed her lips and nodded, “Yeah…” She knew it was true but she still felt weird about needing away time from her father. Ezra was the best dad anyone could ask for, understanding, caring, affectionate, unafraid to disclose his feelings. 

She felt guilty sometimes for not being a ‘normal’ child, but Ezra knew Elle would never be normal. He didn’t expect her to be, at least. So she made her way upstairs and did what she usually did when she felt the need–the itch–to be alone and recharge. She read with her headphones on full blast while sitting in the very middle of her bed, surrounded by pillows. 

Ezra had his own special ritual when it came to moments like these. He would go to the basement, decorated and fitted to closely resemble a ‘man cave’ except not really. It was more of an activity room with guitars and couches and TVs and a bar and–okay, yeah, maybe it was a man cave. Just a little. But he would go downstairs and pick up a guitar, absentmindedly strumming as he hummed a song that got stuck in his head earlier that week. It calmed him, grounded him too. 

Sometimes, being alone was like a paradise. One that enveloped you like a warm blanket on a cold day or a cold pool in the hottest of summers. It was relaxing, it let you breathe properly again. Ezra was one who knew when his social battery dried up and was able to admit it to himself and others. Being open about these things wasn’t always easy but it helped in the long run.

It seemed like an eternity before Benoit rounded the corner of the stairs, a slightly concerned look in his framed eyes. “You alright, darlin’?” He asked softly, resting a hand on Ezra’s shoulder as he stopped playing. Right because he’s never really seen them do this yet. Their life has been crazy the past six months. Now they have a sense of normalcy, their old habits were coming back.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Ezra tried to ease Benoit’s worry, setting his guitar off to the side as he stood, Benoit’s hand trailing down to his waist. “Just needed an hour to myself.” He hummed, appreciating the touch as he kissed Benoit gently.

The other man hummed at the kiss and cocked his eyebrow, “Elle said you’ve been down here all day. Since eleven in the morning. It’s four, darlin’. We gotta get you somethin’ to eat.” Benoit said softly, brushing a hand against Ezra’s cheek. The taller man’s stubble was growing out to be more of a beard. Benoit quite liked the way his facial hair felt against his skin. 

“Benny…” Ezra whined softly as Benoit pulled him up the stairs. “I promise you I’m alright.” Even he knew he was wrong, but admitting it wasn’t as much fun as being difficult.

“To hell you are.” Benoit shook his head as he pushed Ezra into a seat, a plate already on the table for him. The detective had such acute mother hen instincts, it was like he could hear a stomach grumble from miles away. “Elle already ate, so it’s your turn.” 

Ezra let out a sigh and nodded as he started to eat from the plate in front of him. Forget his social battery, he didn’t realize how much he needed food. Being alone for so long, he didn’t exactly realize how much time passed. He could get a bit carried away down there. Not necessarily a bad thing but having Benoit to pull him out was like a gift. 

“Better?” Benoit asked softly, a knowing look in his eyes.

Ezra shrugged teasingly, “I mean, the cheese could be melted a bit more.” 

“You’re insufferable.” Benoit shook his head with a smile, rolling his eyes. 

Ezra nudged Benoit’s shoulder with a light laugh. “But you love me, don’t you, sweetheart?” Being somewhat of an asshole was partly in his DNA. Also partly just because it was fun.

“I do.” Benoit hummed as he pressed a kiss to Ezra’s lips, running a gentle hand through his black hair. “You are everything to me, darlin’. I think you should start actin’ like it ‘cause that ain’t somethin’ to take lightly.” He whispered, his thumb grazing just below Ezra’s bottom lip.

Ezra looked into Benoit’s eyes, a light smile at the edges of his lips. Thoughts flooded into his mind, only one he could act upon without fear. He pressed a kiss to Benoit’s temple, tilting his head slightly so his lips were by his ear, “You keep teasing me like this, I will book a hotel room just for us.” 

He really did hope Elle was not standing right behind them or that would’ve been really awkward for her to hear.

“What are you waitin’ for?” Benoit cocked his eyebrow. A response Ezra wasn’t expecting. Sure, Benoit had been making… moves for a while that suggested his intentions but never like this.

It was safe to say Ezra went through with that plan. The next morning, only sheets covered their body while Benoit layed next to Ezra. A content look on both their faces.

#oc #benoit blanc #benoit blanc imagine #daniel craig #benoit blanc x ezra wayne #glass onion #knives out #a knives out mystery #benoit blanc x oc #the missing link #wholesome #family dynamics

[things-to-tell-my-therapist]

I really don’t know how people can tell me to be open about when I’m feeling suicidal or about all the destructive thoughts in my head when we both know for a fact it just ruins everything if I do and doesn’t make a difference. I will still be thinking those things, screaming them in my head at myself constantly and it’s just not something you can sit down and have a chat about then move on to the rest of your day. You really want me to tell you what goes on in my head when I’m spiralling? You really want to know? It’s just flashing images of smashing my fucking skull into the wall or breaking my arm or tearing my goddamn eyeballs out. It’s screaming like I’m being murdered, shrieking at myself to do better to shut up to get over it to stop crying to get up and do SOMETHING but not being able to do anything. It’s that voice at the back of my head constantly telling me it would be easier to just end it whenever I can’t do the dishes or I missed a deadline. It’s screaming at people to go away when I’ve got messages I haven’t opened in weeks from my closest friends that I’ve left mid-convo but also feeling incredibly depressed at the idea of being alone and missing them with all my heart. It’s wanting to beat myself into a pulp yelling WHY CAN’T YOU DO IT, WHY CAN’T YOU BE NORMAL on repeat since I was 8. It’s this innate NEED to be understood but stopping people at every chance from doing so because I can’t bring down these walls without being intoxicated or in the middle of a breakdown. I used to rip my hair out as a kid and try to smother myself with my pillow every night before bed because I couldn’t stand the way I felt and my tiny brain couldn’t understand it. It used to be my nightly routine to kneel at the side of my bed and pray, beg, to the God I was taught was a saviour and cry myself to sleep every time He failed me. I would beg with tears covering my face for a friend, a better family, a better life where people didn’t hate me just for existing, just somewhere that I felt I belonged and wasn’t a burden or punished for being one. I got so used to being groomed that I would seek out adults on the internet as soon as I got access to it because their attention felt like a good thing and it made me feel valued instead of worthless. My self-esteem was purely built up from adult attention growing up and now that I’m nearly 20 I’m disgusted if someone even a few years older looks at me. The things I used to do to get their approval makes me sick now. My entire experience of growing up felt so performative and dysfunctional, I don’t even know who I really am sometimes because I certainly don’t want the person I remember to be me. I hate myself because I hate who I was and what I did and how I let it all just happen to me AND THEY NEVER GOT ANY CONSEQUENCES. NONE OF THEM. AND I’LL NEVER STOP HATING THAT OR MYSELF AND WANTING TO BE DEAD.

#rant #mentally ill #tw suicide mention #vent #tw grooming #tw self harm #tw csa implied #cba to tag anymore tw