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Online Matchup 6

Summery: Y/N gets texts from someone the last person they thought of. In doing so, learns a few things about their sister and who gave out their number.

Warning: swearing, fluff

Words: 3.4K

A/n: Feed back is always welcome, hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll

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October 23

Y/n (6:30 am) I thought you said you weren’t going to give Conner my number?

Jason I did not

Y/N Then why is he yelling at me for dissing his writing It has been two weeks And he’s still upset about it It’s been three hours since he started texting me And he’s still not done Why is the sunshine boy up at three in the morning anyways? I haven’t answered yet

Jason What the fuck No I didn’t give him your number And he begged me for it Should have known something was up when he stopped asking

Y/N Who the fuck gave him my number?

Jason I don’t know

Y/N Whoever it is, they are dead.

Jason I’ll help But Conner isn’t that bad

Y/N No But he hasn’t stopped being mad at me for what I said He won’t even let me get a word in

Jason He’ll stop, just wait

—

Y/n (7:30 am) Are you done?

Conner Nothing to say I see

Y/N It’s been a few years I’m not going to talk about that It’s stupid So why are you even talking about it?

Conner I’m offended

Y/N Then stop

Conner Why are you so mean?

Y/N Because we’re talking about something that happened in the past A past that I do not care for

Conner You were never this mean in high school What happened?

Y/N I moved away and became a different person Gotham has harden my soul Why do you care? We were never friends

Conner Yeah, but you’re my girlfriend’s sister I gotta at least try

Y/N … What?

Conner Ah shit She didn’t tell you?

Y/N W h a t

Conner Pretend I didn’t say that

Y/N NO I CAN’T PRETEND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M YOUR GIRLFRIENDS SISTER?

Conner Your sister is going to kill me

Y/N CONNER KENT

Conner Has anyone ever told you how scary you can be?

Y/N Yes now answer the question

Conner I mean That’s pretty straight forward

Y/N HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DATING? AND AREN’T YOU LIKE ANCIENT

Conner I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I’M A FEW MONTHS OLDER THAN HER AND WE’RE BOTH LIKE TWO YEARS YOUNGER THEN YOU And like, almost a year

Y/N WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?

Conner Something to do with her waiting for the right time

Y/N I’m offended

Conner Gonna have to take it up with her

Y/N I can’t, she’s in school Shouldn’t you be in class?

Conner Sick

Y/N That’s bullshit You don’t get sick

Conner I don’t have to explain myself to you You’re not my keeper

Y/N Nah, that’s my sister apparently

Conner Not gonna let that go, are you?

Y/N Nope

Conner Shouldn't you be in class?

Y/N Not until three

Conner Be annoying somewhere else

Y/N Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you How’d you get my number anyways?

Conner Oh would you look at that! I gotta go

Y/N Bitch

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Y/N (8:10 am) HE’S DATING MY SISTER?

Jason You didn’t know?

Y/N NO YOU KNEW?

Jason I feel like this is a trap

Y/N It’s not, and I’m not mad if you did How long did you know?

Jason Um, couple of months I think They’ve been dating longer though

Y/N Almost a year apparently I’m so mad And I can’t even call her because she’s in school Son of a bitch

Jason Let me know how that conversation goes

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Y/N (11:02 am) Cannot believe you’re dating Conner Kent

Ellie How the fuck do you know that?

Y/N I’m offended

Ellie Hey, you didn’t tell me you were talking to Jason

Y/N That’s different Whatever I have going on with Jason is new And I didn’t want to jinx it You’re dating Conner for close to a year I think that warrants telling your sister

Ellie It never came up?

Y/N Bull. Shit

Ellie You never liked Conner, I was afraid you wouldn’t approve

Y/N I have never said I disliked Conner I may have said he’s annoying sometimes and he’s too bright Hence why I call him sunshine boy

Ellie Do you approve though?

Y/N Does he make you happy?

Ellie Yes

Y/N Then I approve How’d that happen anyways?

Ellie Newspaper

Y/N I still can’t believe you joined the school paper

Ellie I love writing You did it

Y/N That’s because Kate made me I wasn’t there by choice

Ellie Right So, how’d you know?

Y/N Your boyfriend let it slip

Ellie What?

Y/N Which reminds me, did you give him my number

Ellie You know I’d never do that

Y/N Someone did, and he’s not telling me

Ellie Hold on a sec I’ll find out for you

Y/N Someone’s going to die I just don’t know who

Ellie (12:15 pm) Try not to kill Conner, I really like him Also, some guy named Tim I think that’s his friend or something

Y/N That son of a bitch

Ellie Do you know him?

Y/N Not personally, but yeah

Ellie Have mercy on his soul

Y/N Don’t you know him?

Ellie Why would I know Tim?

Y/N Isn’t Conner friends with the Waynes?

Ellie I think so…?

Y/N Eleanor You have been dating Sunshine Boy for almost a year And you don’t know?

Ellie Don’t call me that It makes me feel like I’m in trouble

Y/N Eleanor Stop deflecting

Ellie Okay, yes he’s friends with the Waynes I just never personally met them yet They kind of scare me

Y/N I’m ashamed to call you my sister

Ellie EXCUSE ME HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

Y/N YES I’m talking to one of them, remember?

Ellie JASON’S A WAYNE?

Y/N Did I not mention that?

Ellie NO YOU BURIED THE LEAD ON THAT ONE

Y/N Oopsie

Ellie DON’T OOPSIE ME Y/N

Y/N Welp, gotta go

Ellie BITCH GET BACK HERE WE’RE NOT DONE Y/N

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Y/N (12:20 pm) Your brother is dead to me

Jason I have like four You need to be more specific

Y/N Tim

Jason Ah, yeah okay that tracks

Y/N Tell him to count his days I’m coming for him

Jason All this over a phone number

Y/N He doesn’t even know me Why would he do this?

Jason I don’t know I personally think he likes the drama

Y/N I hope he knows the consequences

Jason He’ll find out once he meets you Conner finally confessed?

Y/N Not to me

Jason Had a conversation with your sister I take it

Y/N Apparently, I had this ‘I don’t like him’ vibe going on And that’s why she didn’t want to tell me Which fair, I didn’t like anyone in high school much But Conner was okay

Jason And now they’re dating

Y/N Which I find bizarre but if she’s happy then it’s whatever

Jason Did you threaten Conner if he ever broke her heart

Y/N … No Excuse me please

Jason I am so glad he’s not my friend

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Y/N You break Ellie’s heart I’m coming for you

Conner I would like to see you try

Y/N I will try And I will win

Conner Don’t know how, you know jack shit about me

Y/N I’ll ask Ellie once her broken heart is mended And then I will be coming for you

Conner Well, that won’t happen I don’t plan to hurt her

Y/N I hope so Cuz you’ll be dealing with me And I can be your worst nightmare

Conner Don’t you have a boyfriend to kiss?

Y/N Don’t you have girlfriend to kiss?

Conner I do and I’m about to go see her

Y/NNo Nope I don’t want to hear about your relationship Especially not you

ConnerAwe come Y/N Afraid of a little pda?

Y/NThat’s my sister you’re talking about Be careful Oh, before I forget Pass a message to Tim for me? Tell him he better watch his back

Conner SHE RATTED ME OUT

Y/N Sir, she is my sister She is my best friend And we’ll tell each other things you wish you could hear

Y/N I think I scared him

Jason He probably deserved it

Y/N Hey, what do you mean Conner’s not really your friend? Didn’t you hang out last weekend?

Jason Conners more Tim’s friend then he is mine And yes but only because I was doing something for Tim

Y/N He couldn’t have done it?

Jason Probably But I was coming out there anyways so I volunteered

Y/N You know what I think?

Jason No and I don’t think I want to know But you’re going to tell me anyway

Y/N Even though you claim you don’t like your family very much I think you secretly like your family You just hide it well Jason? Oh no I said something you didn’t like I’m sorry

Jason (4:20 pm) It’s okay So Wanna do something tonight?

Y/N: Ah, he speaks

Jason Okay, yeah that was kind of deserved I’m sorry for just disappearing on you earlier

Y/N It’s okay There will probably be times where I will do the same thing I just need some patience from you And I’ll be patient with you

Jason At least your honest

Y/N I just really don’t want to fuck this up

Jason I second that So, do you want to?

Y/N Do I want to what?

Jason Seriously? I asked like two seconds ago

Y/N Okay, but in my defense I am ~distracted~

Jason With another boy? How could you

Y/N Okay, first of all fuck you And second of all I’m trying to find the books I need

Jason Only if you’re going to help

Y/N I have some regrets right now

Jason Did you forget your library card again?

Y/N No, this time I actually remembered

Jason I’m proud of you for that

Y/N Mm, can’t tell if your being sarcastic or not

Jason 100% serious

Y/N Well damn Now I’m flustered

Jason Oh? Information to store away

Y/N I feel like I made a mistake

Jason Only time will tell

Y/N So, what was the question again?

Jason Scroll up?

Y/N Respectfully, no

Jason Lol okay Would you like to do something tonight?

Y/N Really trying to get to the fifth date I see

Jason Nah, I can wait for that I just wanted to hang out

Y/N Your brothers don’t need help tonight?

Jason Surprisingly no, they don’t. Are you trying to get out of hanging out with me?

Y/N Uh, no I’ve got a project I’m working on I don’t want to bore you

Jason Nonsense I can bring something to read It’d be nice to sit around and relax

Y/N If you're sure

Jason I’m sure I’ll bring food

Y/N You know where I live

Jason All I had to do is say food and you're in? Very easy to please huh?

Y/N I wouldn’t say that But yes, I’m very easy to persuade when foods involved

Jason Any food allergies?

Y/N Not that I’m aware of

Jason Alright I’ll text you when I’m on my way

Y/N Okay But don’t get to offended if I don’t respond There will be a chance I’ll turn off my phone once I get home I don’t want to get distracted Especially if Conner wants to yell at me some more

Jason Thanks for the warning

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True to your word, you hadn’t answered when Jason messaged you. But he wasn’t too worried, earlier while he was busy at home, you had sent a message saying you got home fine and that you’ll be shutting off your phone soon.

Jason had been too busy to answer, but his heart swelled at the care you seemed to have for him. That you knew he’d worry about you without having to say something. Sure, his family cared about him but there was something different when you cared.

He shot a text back saying he’d be coming soon before going about cleaning his guns.

An hour later, he was finished and left his apartment with food on his mind.

The sound of knocking at your door broke your concentration. You blinked back to awareness just as another round of knocks sounded.

“Come in!” you called, leaning back from the coffee table to stretch. You let out a noise of satisfaction when your bones cracked.

“You should have your doors locked when you're home alone,” Jason called, closing the door behind him. “You never know what creep might come in.”

“Yeah, but I knew you were coming and I tend to hyper focus on my work,” you answered, turning around to watch Jason walk into the living room, carrying a couple of boxes of pizza. “Saves me the trip of opening the door.”

“There was a chance that it wasn’t me behind the door,” he said, setting the boxes down after you made some room for them.

“No, but I don’t have people come over.”

“What about your friends?”

“They have a key, and come unannounced. Aside from my neighbours, you're the only one who knocks.”

“Still, gotta be more cautious,” Jason warned, grunting as he sat on the floor beside you. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate, only making idle conversation. The conversations ranged from what your favourite things are to embarrassed stories growing up, to darkest secrets.

Jason had kept his lips sealed with his secrets, but you weren’t mad about it. They were his, and his alone. If he didn’t want to share, he didn’t have to. And you made sure he knew you understood.

When there were only a few slices of pizza, and your stomach was full did you turn back to your homework. Reluctantly, you rather talk to Jason then do homework. But it wasn’t going to finish by itself and you needed the grade.

“Do you always work in silence?” Jason asked as he stood to stretch.

“Usually I have music playing, but the neighbours kept complaining about the noise level. And I don’t like blasting music in my ears,” you answered, and gestured towards your collection of CDs. “Help yourself if you find anything you like.”

Jason wandered over and whistled. “That’s quite the collection.”

“What can I say? Started it when I was, I don’t know, ten? And just kept collecting,” you said absentmindedly, “same goes with my books.”

“Let’s see what we have here,” Jason mumbled as he looked through them. “Classical, pop, rock, metal, jazz? Man you have a little bit of everything huh?”

“Yup.”

“Oh ho ho, what’s this?” Jason sang, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to watch Jason pull out a familiar CD. “A mixed CD? I didn’t know you were the type.”

You jumped up and tripped over the couch when you launched yourself over it. Picking yourself up from the floor, you ran and jumped onto Jason’s back, reaching for the CD he held above his head.

“Holy shit,” he grunted at the impact, stumbling forward, trying to regain his balance. “You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“That is not something you tell a person,” you muttered, making a noise as you tried to reach for the CD. “Give it back.”

“What’s on there? Porn?”

“No,” you said, flustered, “why would I do that?”

“No you're right, you’re not that type of person,” he mused, moving the CD further from you. He glanced up and laughed. “I didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“Shut up,” you squealed and shouted in victory when you succeeded in grabbing the CD from him. “Ha!” you said and jumped off him, you left the room to hide the mixed tape elsewhere.

“You know, there isn’t a hiding place here that I couldn’t find,” Jason said dryly when you walked into the living room.

“That I have no doubt,” you replied, sitting back on the floor. “But that cd is not one I would like to listen to right now.”

“Is it embarrassing?”

“Yes. I rather not cringe at all the memories those songs will bring.”

“That’s a juicy story I can tell,”he said, turning back to back your collection.

“Only if you tell me your death story,” you shot back. When Jason said nothing, you nodded. “I thought so.”

“Okay, so we both have stories we don't want to talk about,” he confessed, “doesn’t mean they’re great.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you continued with your paper and Jason kept looking through your CDs. A few minutes later, the room was filled with Tchaikovsky.

“Never thought you’d be a Nutcracker fan,” you commented as the first song started.

“Sometimes you just want to listen to the classics,” he said, moving towards your bookshelf. “Do you mind?”

You looked up to see him gesturing towards your books. You shook your head and went back to your paper. “I thought you were gonna bring a book.”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Too excited to come see me?” you teased.

“No, I had food on my mind,” he teased back and laughed at the look you gave him. “And you, I was also thinking about you too.”

You hummed, watching as he finally picked a book and made his way to the couch. He plopped down, he moved around a bit until he was comfortable before opening the book. You tilted your head trying to read the title and smiled.

“You’re full of surprises, Jason,” you said before turning back towards the coffee table again.

“So are you,” he shot back, and that was the end of the conversation. For a while, the only sounds were the music, the occasional page flipping and a pencil scratching against paper.

There was a peace that settled with the two of you as you did your own things. A peace that both of you haven’t felt in awhile, so much that you kind of forgot the presence of the other person.

You stayed on the floor most of the time, only getting up to use the bathroom and to switch out the CDs once they finished. A couple of hours later, your homework was finally done, you sat back and stretched.

“Hey, I just remembered I have som-” you cut yourself short when you looked up to see Jason fast alseep on the couch. You weren’t sure at what point he had fallen asleep, but it looked like he needed it.

So, instead of waking him up, you let him sleep. Standing up, you reached down to grab the Jane Austen book he was in the middle of reading. You made sure to bookmark it in case he wanted to finish it the next time he was over.

Setting it on the coffee table, you made your way over to turn down the music until it was just softly playing before grabbing a blanket to cover Jason with.

“Rest well,” you whispered as you tucked in him slightly. “I think you need it.”

You turned back to your bookshelf and grabbed a book for yourself before going to sit back on the floor where you were doing your homework and started reading.

Jason woke up to his phone vibrating against his leg. He blinked, confused about where he was. The ceiling he was looking at didn’t look like his, and the last thing he remembered was reading on the couch. At your house.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, as the puzzle pieces fell together. “I fell asleep.”

“Turn it off,” came a mumble from beside him. He turned his head to find you leaning against the couch, head tilting up fast asleep. “Five more minutes, Mom. I’m tired.”

Smiling, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and glared at the name that flashed across his screen. “What do you want, Tim?”

“Where are you?” Tim asked instead of answering. “You were supposed to be here like, two hours ago.”

“I told you I wasn’t going out tonight. Bruce knows this, so does Dick and they said they were okay with it.”

“Yeah, but you promised.”

“You and I both know, I didn’t promise shit,” he whispered, “whatever it is, you’ll have to deal without me.”

“Its not the same,” Tim whined. “And why are we whispering?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re with Y/N aren’t you?” Tim asked, and Jason could tell he was smiling.

“You know, I hope that whatever Y/N does to you, you’ll suffer,” Jason snapped and tried to keep his laugh in at the “hey!” Tim yelled.

“What did I ever do to them? We haven’t even met!”

“Enough that they’re out for blood,” Jason said, not wanting to elaborate. “I have to go.” He hung up before Tim could question him further, and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. Turning his head to look at you again, he thought about what to do next.

Sleeping on the floor like that couldn’t be comfortable and he knew should wake up and leave, but it was late and he wanted to let you sleep. Instead, he slowly got off the couch without waking you. He went to the bathroom before going around the apartment to lock the windows and doors, and turned off the lights that were on.

He made his way back to the living room, and gently picked you up before setting you back down on the couch. He tucked you in with the blanket you had given him.

Satisfied that you were safe in your own apartment, he turned to leave. But before he could, something grabbed his arm, stopping him. He stalled and turned around slowly, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed you staring at him.

“It’s late, Jason,” you mumbled, “I’m not going to let you go home this late.”

“How are you going to stop me?” Jason challenged. Instead of answering, you tugged his arm hard enough to make him stumble towards you. He braced himself against the back of the couch, preventing him from falling completely onto you. “You’re very bold when your half asleep,” he joked. You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged on his arm again.

“Shut up and lay down,” you mumbled, trying to get up from the couch. Jason moved to sit down beside you. “I’m too tired to move to my bed. So, you can take my bed or share the couch.”

He watched as you curled up on the one side of the couch and moved the blanket so he could have some too. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, eyes already closing. “I don’t make the people I care about leave in the middle of the night. You never know what could happen on the way home.”

Touched, and not wanting to make you worry, Jason took the corner of the blanket you weren’t using and settled down on the couch. He didn’t fall asleep right away. Opting instead to read more of his book. Within minutes of reading, however, sleep claimed him.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #jason todd #online match up #my writing #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you

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bloodyodyssey · 11 months

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its way past time i stop messing with this so basic sheet on my limbus oc Antigone. Im gonna put like everything under the cut bc im gonna ramble lol:

Basic info:

Name: Antigone

Age: ??? im thinking early-mid 30′s for rn

Height: 5′11

Hair color: Bown, almost a dark red color

Eye color: Gray

Character Color: Clandestine Terracotta

Appearance: Brown skinned woman with her hair shaved into a very low afro (not quite a buzz cut however). Large but sparse eyebrows and perpetually half-lidded bored looking eyes. She has one mole underneath her right eye. Other notable features are the scars on her face and neck. The first scar on her upper lip, is a result of her being born with a cleft lip and it never fully closed but it doesn’t give her any issues. Some of her gum and tooth can be seen through the gap in the scar. Another scar is located on her head, stretching from about the middle of her right temple to right above her right eyebrow. The last scar is an old burn scar that goes around her entire neck, and she often keeps this covered with a braided cord necklace and a light yellow scarf. She isn’t fond of anyone touching her neck. Antigone also wears amber colored earrings that she got from her sister, and they are the one posession she treasures most. she’s always torn between leaving them off so that they aren’t lost in battle, and keeping them on to have some form of attachment with Ismene, who she hasn’t seen in years.

Personality: Speaks in a terse-formal manner but she also enjoys small talk. Gets along well with other sinners who have a strong sense of personal justice (she adores don quixote thats her bestie) and is known to be petty and throw snide remarks at sinners who favor rules over what is right or wrong (so she butts heads with ishmael quiet a bit as well as outis.) She values life above all else and honors death, having seen so much in her own family. She doesn’t goad over her enemies when she kills them, and instead wishes them a peaceful rest and it sounds almost like a prayer to the other sinners (which many think is strange since religion is obsolete. Antigone herself isn’t really religious she just respects the cycle of life and fate almost to the point of fear but she doesn’t make this apparent)

Room: Like the other sinners her room is normal unless she is in distress. While distressed the room takes on an earthy tomb-like appearance with graves appearing in the floor. towards the back wall there is a single item- a thread spinner that is constantly feeding out red thread that joins together tattered pictures on the wall. Each picture is a photo of her family, from her mother and father, pictures of her brother, and a photograph of her and ismene.

Still working out some stuff while i go through the other games but her family maintained a prestigious company in one of the other nests (not large enough to be a wing per-se but still up there). Stuff happens and she’s banned from the nest she was raised in to the backstreets. She ends up taking the exam to become a fixer since she no longer has a support system or knows anyone in the backstreets and it would be a sure way to at least get some kind of income and support herself enough to at least eat and joins an office. She only ever does enough to keep afloat though, so she never rises above a grade 7.

#limbus oc #limbus company #i had more to type but this is like. more than enough lol

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 30

~2 Months Later~

[Ethan POV]

It’s been 2 months since I stupidly brought Sophie to y/n’s room. At the time I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted to hurt her, as crazy as that sounds. After hurting her I realized exactly why we shouldn’t be together. I’m now in a relationship with Sophie with the fear that I will be stuck with this permanent feeling that I’ll never get over Y/n.

Y/n has avoided me since that night, won't text me, won't look at me, she barely even goes to games. I heard that her and Mark’s relationship ended up taking a bad turn from a couple of the guys on the team. Mark and I are good and are actually becoming as close as we were before this whole mess, but he knows his limits when it comes to talking about our relationships.

It was the last game before I headed back home to Alberta for a week for Christmas, and I was laying in bed having my pre-game nap when I hear a knock on the door, “Yup” I yell out stretching as I wake from my sleep. Mark walks in and sits at my desk.

“I can’t do this with y/n anymore” Mark says and I sit up.

“You’re going to break up with her?” I ask him

“I don’t know- yeah” Mark says rubbing his face in his hands, “she doesn’t love me like she loves you. She hasn’t talked to you in two months and she still somehow manages to bring you up. She is forcing herself to stop loving you and she shouldn’t have to”

“I told you not to break her heart” I say as I feel the blood inside of me boil

“There is no love anymore, it was all fascination. I’m telling you because you need to be there for her, she's going to need you”

“I- um-”

“She is stupidly stubborn, you should know that. She will let you back in. You are the only person she will always let back in” Mark says standing up and then leaving.

I slap my cheeks wondering if I am still dreaming or not after Mark leaves before I get up and get ready for the game. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be there for her when she won’t even look at me or talk to me. I continue thinking about y/n until I realize that can’t happen anymore. Not with Sophie in the picture.

[Y/N POV]

The game ends, and I made my way down to the tunnel to see Mark. It was the last game before Christmas break so of course there was going to be a party. Mark came out of the dressing room and smiled at me, but it wasn’t the same familiar warm smile, it seemed less genuine.He gives me a side hug and Truss comes out next. We follow Truss to his car. We get home and go up to Mark’s room.

“what’s wrong?“ I ask him, but he refuses to look at me.

“it’s over, I’m breaking up with you”

“W-why?” I said, ask my voice breaks

“you aren’t happy, we aren’t happy. I’m not mad I just think it’s better this way for all of us” mark says watching as tears form in my eyes, and he shakes his head and turn away again, not being able to look at me

“so what, you want to go back to hating each other? was that easier? You’re gonna leave me all alone now?” I say, sitting on his bed and hiding my face into my hands, “Mark I said yes to marrying you”

“ and you shouldn’t have”

“ you’re right looks like it’s one of the million of mistakes that I’ve made in the past year” I say, standing back up from his bed, “obviously you’re the one that’s unhappy in this relationship, and I’m not gonna stand in your way. I guess you’re right we’re over.”

I stand and look at him, waiting for him to say anything, but he doesn’t so I collect some of my things and leave, letting the tears roll off my face. As I open the front door, I see Sophie and Ethan walking up the front steps into the house.

“Y/n, w-“ Ethan says, but I cut them off, brushing, passed him

“don’t fucking talk to me”

I end up walking all the way home not caring about how dark it was or cold it was. I was on a mission so I knew exactly what I wanted to take and I wanted them all.

I make it back to my house, thinking my friends would probably be at the party already, but to my surprise they were in the kitchen still pregaming. They saw me upset, and immediately stopped to come and comfort me. I told them about what happened and that I wasn’t really down for a party tonight and they all decided to just stay home and watch movies with me.

A week later, I’m now home in Alberta. My first night home was relaxing so far, but I’ve never in my life Wanted to drink more than right now. I heard Denise’s voice come from the kitchen, so I made my way down. She saw my upset face and opened her arms wide, and I didn’t say anything as I walked up and wrapped my arms around her and cried on her shoulder.

“ your parents told me about the break up“ she says, rubbing my back “his loss“ . I pull away and notice her whole family in the kitchen and I look back at her confused, “the whole gang is coming over“

“even the Edwards’?” I ask her and she nods, “ I didn’t know we were having a party“

“ Boxing Day party was moved today, because Terri Lynn, he’s going on a cruise” Denise tells me rolling her eyes

“ well, I better go get ready“ I say, making my way back to my room. I open my closet and grab a green suede dress, then walk over to my vanity and fix my hair and make up before walking back down into the kitchen.

Ethan and his family had arrived while I was getting ready. I stand in the kitchen with the adults before Ethan’s mother says that everyone’s in my living room.

I walk into my living room, and so far it’s only Ethan, Brett and the two girls as the rest of the families haven’t shown yet. I sit on the couch across from Ethan and look at his feet, unable to look up at him. I watch him nudge his brother before his brother speaks up.

“okay girls, let’s go get a head start on that gingerbread house making contest” he says, making the two girls squeal, following him to the dining room, and leaving Ethan and I alone.

I stand and leave walking back to my bedroom, and I hear Ethan follow me. I don’t bother shutting the door as I knew he was just gonna come in anyway. I sit on the bed, and he said beside me.

“ hey, I um-“ he starts, and I look up at him, “Mark told me what happened”. I laughed dryly before speaking up.

“yeah, right. He told you that he broke up with me because I love you?” I say, standing up and making my way to the door.

“yeah“ Ethan says, making me stop before reaching my door knob. I turn and look at him as he makes his way over and wraps his arms around me. I let him as a nuzzle my face and his shoulder, “ please tell me you still love me“

“ Ethan“ I say pulling away from him. I’m looking up into his eyes, “ we can’t be together“

“ why? There’s no one on this earth that will ever love you as much as I do. I still love you and I always will.” ethan tells me and I begin to cry thinking of all the times that Mark has said that to me.

“ I don’t wanna ruin our friendship-“ I start but sniffle, looking away from him

“ it’s already ruined. I can never go back to being just your friend. I can act like it, but it will never ever ever be real. not as real as my feelings for you. I love you.”

“ you sound like Mark. He told me he would never leave me now look where I am.”

“ I’m not Mark, far from it” he says lifting my chin, so I look in his eyes, “ give me one chance, we can test it out. We will have to be honest with each other if we do fall out of love, so we don’t ruin anything more. but I can promise you right now, I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

Ethan leans down, and presses his lips on mine. I let the kiss deepen as we make our way back to my bed without breaking the kiss. “ I love you.“ he says, as he sits on my bed, and I straddle his lap. “ I fucking love you” he says again into the kiss.

I feel him play with the bottom of my dress before lifting it over my head. He looks down, taking in the visual of my body before I press my lips back on to his. We begin making out as I feel his hands, reach up my body and massaging my tits through my bra.

I stand and looked down at him, watching his expression change from lust to sadness. I turn to the door and locked it before, turning back and watching the smile reappear on his face as he stands up, and our lips make connection again.

He reaches around me and unclasped my bra. I let it fall to the floor as I continued making out with Ethan. He starts to unbutton shirt until he takes it off, throwing it on my bed, then quickly reaches down to take his pants off next. I slide my panties off and make my way over to the bed and Ethan climbs on top. “ I need to hear that you love me.“ he says looking deep into my eyes

“ you already know“ I say, and bring my face up to rest on his Cheek, “ I love you Ethan”. I say, then he slides himself inside of me. He thrusts hard inside of me, but somehow it’s romantic. our eye contact, made it sensual, and felt like something you read out of a romance book.

We continued having sex in my childhood room, and I let him finish inside of me. After he finishes, he lays beside me on the bed and wraps me into his arms. He kisses the side of my face before I look over at him.

“ what’s wrong?“ he says, as he watches a wave of sadness rush across my face

“ Sophie“

“she means nothing to me, it’s over between us. And it has been for months.”

“ but you guys are together”

“no, we broke up before I go to the airport yesterday” he told me and I furrow my eyebrows at him, “ I told her that she was right back in September to break up with me, because she wasn’t you”

“you’re an asshole“ I told him

“Yep I know. Don’t worry, her left hand sure let me know how she felt“ he tells me, making me laugh.

I suddenly stop laughing and look at him in the eyes, “please don’t break my heart“

I watch him as he licks his lips, leaning in closer to mine and pressing a kiss before pulling away and looking at me, “I think we’ve broken each other’s hearts enough“

I smile and look over at my alarm clock seeing that it’s almost time for dinner, and stand from the bed, “ we should head down now” I smile at him and he smiles back. He gets up and we both get dressed, then head down.

We sit back on the couch, and still no one is in the room. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to him, and I look up at him with wide eyes.

“what?” He Questions with a smile, knowing what I’m thinking as I look around. His hand comes up, grabs my chin, facing him to plant another kiss. “Brett, taking the girls into the other room was just plan 1 of 5 that I came up with to get you to speak to me. Everyone here knows”

“I love you“ I say to him smiling

“I love you more“

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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five times keith kogane didn’t celebrate his birthday, plus one time he did

“You’re getting big, kiddo! Double digits this year an’ everything. Next thing I know, you’ll be towerin’ over me and askin’ me when I got so small!"

Keith giggled. He knew his Pa was teasing, because Keith was still very small. In fact, he was the shortest kid in his class. (Which didn’t even make sense, because Pa was as big as a mountain!)

“I’m not that big, Pa.”

“Oh, I dunno. I don’t think I could even lift ya up anymore.”

“Yes you can! Yes you can!”

Pa pretended to think, tapping his chin and screwing up his mouth. “Well, I could try, I ‘spose…”

Keith cheered, and Pa grinned before scooping Keith right up and throwing him up over his shoulder.

“Make way for the birthday boy!” he called, even though they were the only ones in the house and it wasn’t even his birthday until next month.

“Not yet, Pa! It’s in –” Keith paused to count carefully on his fingers, Pa waiting patiently – “twenty-nine days!”

“Aw, my little boy’s almost a grown man!” Pa tossed him down on the couch, flopping down beside him with his hand over his forehead dramatically. “My little baby Keith, ten years old. Whatever shall I do?”

Keith laughed, crawling into Pa’s lap and curling up under his chin. “I’m just ten, Pa. Nothing’s gonna change, ‘cept I’ll be bigger and smarter and stronger.”

Pa hummed, bringing up a hand to brush through Keith’s shaggy hair. “That’s right, kiddo. Nothing big will change. But we can still celebrate, huh? Whatcha wanna do?”

Keith brightened, flicking excited eyes up to meet his father’s. “Can I go for a big long ride in the firetruck? With the sirens? Please?”

Pa chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of Keith’s hair. “‘Course, kiddo. Anything you want.”

“Happy birthday,” Keith mutters to himself, glaring at the headstone in front of him. “So much for no big changes. Liar.”

He has the sudden urge to stand up and kick the cold grey stone. ‘TEXAS KOGANE,’ it reads, in big black letters, ‘LOVING FATHER AND LOCAL HERO.’ As if that makes it better; he’s dead, sure, but at least he was a hero.

A tear drips down Keith’s nose, without his permission.

He doesn’t want a hero. He wants his dad back, to take him on a ride around the town for his birthday, like he promised. He would even take just his dad, no birthday celebrations necessary. He’d give up a million birthdays to have his dad back.

Keith stares at his watch as the minutes tick down. 11:58. Really, he’s not allowed to be up this late. The lady in charge of this home is real strict about bedtime – lights out at 8:30, no exceptions for homework or reading or playing.

Or birthdays.

Keith doesn’t much care, though. He hasn’t cared about his birthday in two years. It doesn’t mean much anymore, anyway. The only thing that happens if he tells someone it’s his birthday is they look at him in surprise, then look at him with guilt, then half-ass a birthday wish or maybe some stupid little dollar-store present that Keith doesn’t even want. He only ever wants one thing, and he’ll never get it, so it doesn’t matter.

Sometimes, thought, secretly, in the very back of his mind, he thinks it would be nice to have someone plan a whole party just for him, with chocolate cake that’s mostly icing and sprinkles, and no candles – candles mean fire, and Keith doesn’t much like fire – but maybe the stupid little song, too. Maybe he would have a bunch of imaginary friends gathered around him, excited to celebrate with him, who smother him with hugs and kisses and happy birthdays and even birthday beats. Maybe there's someone who knows all the books Keith likes, and gets him those fancy hardcovers he can never afford, the ones that look real nice and feel even nicer.

But the clock ticks right past 12, and his birthday is over, and no one even remembered or cared, and Keith convinces himself that it’s better that way.

Birthdays are stupid and pointless. What does he care if no one loves him enough to celebrate? He wouldn’t celebrate even if someone did love him. It’s stupid.

“Hey, buddy,” Shiro says, shooting him a smile as Keith walks through the door.

“Hi.”

Keith moves to head to his room – he likes Shiro well enough, sure, but he’s not really in a social mood and doesn’t want to make Shiro hate him just yet – but Shiro speaks up again before he can.

“I have a couple questions about tomorrow, when you have a free minute. It doesn’t have to be now, just before you go to bed. Okay?”

Keith swallows roughly. Fuck. He was hoping they were going to ignore tomorrow, actually, but rationally Keith knew there was a fat chance of that. Shiro’s the type of guy to celebrate his plant’s birthday – and that’s a fact, they celebrated Shiro’s favourite cactus last week with homemade cupcakes that Shiro burnt so badly that Keith couldn’t actually tell what flavour they were supposed to be – so, of course, he’s going to want to celebrate Keith’s.

“Celebrating my birthday is against my religion,” Keith blurts, because he didn’t prepare a lie ahead of time, like a dumbass.

Shiro blinks. “Shit, kiddo. Have you been missing religious services, or something? Oh, God – fuck, I mean, not God – is it God? I don’t know jack shit about religion, sorry – shit, is swearing against your religion, too? Fuck. I mean, not fuck – fuck!”

Shiro’s getting so frantic that his face is turning purple, so Keith decides to put him out of his misery, even though watching him freak the hell out is admittedly kind of hilarious. (Shiro freaks out a lot, like he’s terrified he’s going to be the one to fuck Keith up. It’s very sweet, so Keith has yet to inform him that Keith’s already plenty fucked up, thanks, so he’s got nothing to worry about.)

“It’s a religion I made up,” Keith says, and figures that’s a decent enough lie as any. “It doesn’t have a name or services or anything.”

Shiro breathes a massive sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. Or, er. Not God.”

Keith cracks a grin. “Thanks, Shiro, but don’t worry. You can chill out. We’re good.”

“Okay, kiddo,” Shiro says, smiling back. “Sounds good. You heading to your room?”

“Yeah. I’ve got English homework.”

Shiro hums, tilting his head. “Do you want to do it out here? You don’t have to, and I’ll certainly be no help – I’m hopeless with lit analysis, unfortunately – but it might be nice to have company.”

Keith considers him for a moment. He – he hasn’t done homework with someone since his Pa died. No one else just wanted to sit with him, or whatever.

“I don’t make very good company.”

Shiro smiles. It’s a little sad, and Keith’s not sure how to feel about it. “I like your company plenty. If anything, I’ll be the one who makes bad company – I turn into a zombie when I have too much marking to do.”

Keith glances at the truly giant piles of student papers in front of Shiro. He thinks of his room, lonely and undecorated, ‘cause Keith is still waiting for Shiro to gently sit him down and explain that Keith’s a great kid, really, but there’s only so much Shiro can handle.

Shiro’s already lasted much longer than any other foster parent he’s had.

And, uh. Keith likes it here, a little. Sometimes, late at night, when Keith is imagining the birthday party he might have one day, he sees Shiro’s face smiling over at him.

“I guess I don’t mind doing homework with a zombie,” Keith says, and Shiro lights up.

Keith reads a lot. Whatever he can get his hands on, really. It’s for that reason that he knows, for a fact, that the man to coin the term déja vù was Émile Boirac, a French philosopher from the 19th century.

Keith hopes that motherfucking bitch is writhing in the deepest pits of hell.

Because Keith is quite happy to pin the blame on him for the horribly familiar ache he’s filling, looking at Shiro’s memorial on October 23rd, birthday plans fluttering away in the stale desert wind.

“Am I cursed?” Keith asks out loud, to whomever may be listening. “Did I do something? I’ll do anything to undo it, I promise. I’ll fucking – forget me ever even thinking about celebrating a birthday again, okay? I promise I won’t. I’ll do anything. I’ll – fucking – live in that stupid shack for the rest of my life and eat canned tuna until I die. I’ll do whatever you want. Just – please.” His face crumples, and his knees hit the hard cement floor, but he barely registers the pain. The same tear makes its traitorous path down his face, splattering on the floor. He reaches out and brushes his fingers over the carved stone: ‘TAKASHI SHIROGANE’.

There’s no other carving, this time. No star pilot, or explorer.

Loving brother.

“Please just – please just bring him back,” Keith sobs, even though he knows it’s just as fucking hopeless as it was ten years ago, and he’s alone, again, and this time there’s no one else coming.

Maybe it’s for the better. Maybe, as he shoves images of smiling faces singing happy birthday – a stupid fucking fantasy for a stupid fucking kid – into the back of his mind, where it belongs, this is for the better. The less people who care about him, the less people at risk, right? And the less people who can hurt him by breaking their promises and leaving him behind to pick up the pieces.

Birthdays are stupid. Caring about people is stupid. Keith is – Keith’s done being stupid.

Keith’s not big on eavesdropping. If he can, he minds his business.

But he figures if people are talking about him, then it’s not eavesdropping anymore. By then it’s just…gathering intel.

Yeah. That’s a great explanation for why Keith’s crouched by the common room door like a weirdo, straining to hear every last word coming from his teammates’ mouths.

“...I mean, it can’t hurt, right? It’s not like we’re doing anything obnoxious. Just the song and the cake!”

That’s Lance, unmistakably. He sounds a little annoyed, like he’s been arguing his point for a while – Keith is very familiar with that tone. He can imagine Lance’s face: mouth twisted into a petulant scowl, dark brown eyes narrowed and deadpan, arms crossed over his chest with his left hand’s ring finger tapping his bicep. He sounds snooty, too, so he’s probably even straightened up his posture and rose up to his full height.

Keith can’t quite tamp down his smile. God, he loves riling Lance up. Massive kudos to whoever’s doing it now, Keith’s jealous.

“I’m not sure, Lance.” That’s Shiro. “Keith isn’t huge on celebrating his birthday.”

Keith’s smile drops. Aw, fuck. He checks his watch, frustrated with himself, seeing clear as day that today’s the twenty-second.

Fuck. He let it sneak up on him, and now he’s going to have to shut it down like a jackass. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You guys never celebrated his birthday?”

“Well, we didn’t at first, but he warmed up to a small thing eventually –”

“That’s settled, then!”

Keith can picture Lance throwing his hands up, surely smug about winning the argument, but likely annoyed at having to argue at all.

God, Keith needs to stop thinking about Lance so much. It’s honestly embarrassing. Here he is, having a crisis, and all his stupid gay brain can focus on is a Cuban accent and the image of a bright smile.

Humiliating.

“Hunk’ll make a cake, we’ll wish him a subtle happy birthday when we see him tomorrow. We won’t even make a big deal about it, okay?”

“Okay,” Shiro says reluctantly.

Oh, damn you, Shiro, you bleeding heart. Heaven forbid you be a surly jackass for once in your life and tell everyone to piss off.

“Good. I can’t believe we missed it last year, I feel horrible.”

“Last year, we spent Keith’s birthday in a pile of corrosive alien goo on that mission,” Pidge points out drily. “Also, he told us his birthday was November thirty-first, and every one of us fell for it.”

Keith grins, because it’s true and he did. He laughed to himself for like forty minutes when they realised, and they were so ticked and preoccupied with throwing things at him – Allura and Lance were the ones throwing things, that is – that they forgot to ask him for his birthday for real.

Someone sniffs derisively. “Makes sense for his scorpio ass,” Hunk says.

“Is scorpio the bitchy one?” he hears Allura whisper.

“Yes,” Lance whispers back, as if he’s not a fuckin’ leo.

“Okay, let’s talk about literally anything else. Don’t we have preparations to do?”

Keith scatters before everyone can file out, hearing Hunk and Lance start talking excitedly about making their way to the kitchens. He makes his way to his room, racking his brain for a way to stop this in its tracks. Hunk and Lance will have already started on the cake, so he can’t hide ingredients or anything. Honestly, his best bet will probably be to hide the cake and hope everyone gets the message. It’ll be awkward, sure, and he’ll feel bad about ruining their hard work, but it’s for the best.

After all, birthdays are stupid.

He waits until he’s sure everyone else is asleep, and then sneaks his way into the kitchen, using all the ninja training he has available. He doesn’t turn the kitchen light on, using the cover of the shadows to hide his misdeeds.

(...Misdeeds? Who says that? Keith reads way too many novels.)

He finally closes his hand around the fridge door, pulling it open as quietly as possible. There, placed carefully away from anything that could ruin it, is a – chocolate cake. With more icing than cake. And endless sprinkles. No candle in sight.

Keith swallows the lump in his throat, forcing himself to get his shit together. It’s a fucking cake. So what if his team knows exactly what he wants? So what if the stupid little fantasy he dreamed about as a stupid little lonely kid is a very real possibility?

It doesn’t matter. Keith doesn’t do birthdays. Not anymore.

“Now, if I thought you were just stealing a bite, I wouldn’t stop you. But something tells me that’s not the case.”

Lance’s voice startles him so bad he jumps up with a yelp, braining himself on the fridge door.

“Jesus motherfu –”

Lance laughs quietly, cutting Keith off mid-cuss. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Bullshit, McClain, you jackass.”

Lance shrugs, grinning. “You’ll never prove it.”

“And they’ll never find your fucking body if you do that again,” Keith snaps, but there’s no bark behind it. “Why the hell are you here? You’re supposed to be asleep!”

“So are you. Instead, you’re committing birthday sabotage. What’s up with that?”

Keith stiffens. “No I’m not. I’m just – admiring it.”

“Uh huh. Don’t insult my intelligence.”

“I’m not –” Keith sighs, deflating. “Yeah, okay, whatever. I just – I don’t want to celebrate my birthday, okay? It’s no big deal.”

Lance stares at him a moment. Not glaring, or judgemental, or – anything, really. Just stares, until Keith starts to fidget.

“What?” he snaps. “Say something.”

“I don’t think you actually want us to pretend it’s not your birthday,” Lance says.

Keith blinks. “That’s – yes, I do.”

“I mean, I think you think you do.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Lance hums, pulling out two chairs and sitting in one. He pillows his head on his arms, resting on the table. He looks at Keith expectantly.

Keith rolls his eyes and stomps over to the chair, slamming the fridge door shut behind him. The room goes completely dark, save for the faint glow of the emergency light casting shadows on Lance’s face.

“Well?”

“I think, if you really wanted us to stop the birthday planning, you would have come inside and said it, instead of crouching outside like a weirdo.”

Keith startles. “There’s no fucking way – you saw me? I was behind a wall!”

“I heard you.”

Keith slaps a palm to his head, frustrated with himself. How could he forget? “You and your fucking bat ears.”

Lance laughs, poking Keith gently on the shoulder. “Me and my bat ears,” he agrees. He doesn’t say anything more, waiting patiently for Keith to organise his thoughts. That’s the thing about Lance – you’d think, with all the talking he does, that he wouldn’t be a great listener. But he is, really.

“Every person I’ve ever celebrated my birthday with has bailed on me,” Keith says quietly. “It’s not – it’s not always their fault, sure, but it’s a pattern.”

“Two’s not a pattern,” Lance whispers.

Keith shrugs. “Feels like one.”

“I bet.”

Keith’s heart starts to feel heavy. It always does, when he remembers anything adjacent to his Pa, and more recently to the memories of losing Shiro. He lays his head on the table, mirroring Lance, to see if that will ease some of the weight.

“I don’t want you guys to make it a pattern.”

Lance hums. “Not to be a bummer, but the chances of all seven of us surviving this whole thing is pretty slim. We’re going to do our best, obviously, but – it’s grim.”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Well, if we’re going to die anyway, why can’t we also celebrate your birthday? I don’t think acknowledging the fact that you were born and we’re happy about it is going to make us any more or less likely to die.”

“This is a really shitty pep talk.”

Lance laughs. “Yeah, it’s not my best.”

“Not even close.”

Lance grins at him, a flash of bright white in the dark. “Is it working anyway, though?”

“A little.”

“Yeah? Where’re you at?”

Keith hums, taking a second to formulate his thoughts into a Real Human Sentence, instead of the jumble of emotions it is currently. “Objectively, I know celebrating my birthday isn’t going to get anyone killed. But my birthday feels kinda shitty, usually. I don’t want to make more shitty memories with you guys than I have to.”

“I dunno. I think any memory I make with you is a pretty good one, so long as you’re in it.”

“...McClain, that is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your goddamn mouth.”

“Heh. You like it when I’m cheesy.”

Keith realises he has a choice to make.

He and Lance have been doing this – flirting, thing, for months. It’s – stupid. They argue and drive each other insane and tease and play and both of them know damn well they only do it to get a reaction out of the other, because it’s fun, and because they have this thing between them. They’ve never gone past flirting, though.

Keith kinda wishes they would. And birthdays – they’re for wishes, right?

“I like you.”

“Yeah, Kogane? You should do something about it.”

Keith has never been able to back down from a challenge. Especially not from Lance.

He reaches forward blindly – emergency lights or no, he can’t really see anything other than the vague silhouette of Lance’s face – brushing his fingers over Lance’s cheek, his eyebrow, his nose.

His lips.

Once he knows where he’s aiming, he leans over, pausing just millimetres away from Lance’s face.

“I think I wouldn’t mind. Celebrating my birthday with you guys. I think… I think I could trust you. To handle it.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Lance whispers, and closes the gap between them.

++1

“Happy birthday, baby.”

Keith opens his eyes to see his boyfriend of three years on the pillow next to him, shooting him a tired grin. Keith grins back.

“Thanks.”

Lance leans forward and pecks him quickly – close-mouthed, so there’s no morning breath.

“I am going to go get in the shower,” he says as he pulls away. “If you would like your first round of birthday sex, I would suggest you come join me.”

“If I ever say no to that, check me for a fever,” Keith jokes, and Lance laughs.

After they’re more than ready for the day, they head down to the kitchens, where the rest of the team meets them with more excitement than usual.

“Happy birthday, Keith!” they all say together.

“Thanks, guys.”

He slides into his seat, Lance sitting down next to him, not pulling away for a second.

“Here’s your icing with a side of cake,” Hunk teases, sliding him a plate.

Keith smiles, thanking him and diving in before Lance can steal it all, like the little shit he is.

“Any plans?” he asks, because that’s normal for him, now. Normal for him to wake up beside the man he loves, normal for him to meet his team and family, normal for him to spend the day with them.

Normal, even, for him to celebrate his birthday once a year.

“We were thinking we’d stop by Earth, pay your dad a visit,” Shiro says softly. “Then spend the day goofing around at that old arcade I used to take you to. Sound good?”

“Yeah,” Keith says, and he’s delighted to find he means it.

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partyinthemysterymachine · 2 years

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so i’m gonna get down and serious for a second here y’all ok

tw: talk of suicide

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so like. listen: i’m super mentally ill. i’ve been in and out of hospitals and therapy, done many different treatments, had my own experiences, successes and failures and neutrals, and i’m always going to be sick. always. that’s just the fact of it.

i’m always going to have great days or weeks or years, and really shitty ones. and i’m gonna be suicidal and i’m gonna get This Close to going through with it. i got the closest i ever had, back in 2018.(? 2019? that area. memory hasn’t worked right in ages, lmao)

at 34 years old i seriously didn’t think i’d be here. i legit didn’t think i’d make it to 25, let alone 30. and those’re pretty big numbers.

thing is, i guess i haven’t done much and i live with a lot of guilt. i’m disabled. working, let alone living every day, is very hard for me.

but never. in my fucking life. would i have believed the sequence butterfly events that have gotten me here. if Future Me had come knockin’ on 18-year-old Past Me’s door. and let me in a few lil’ secrets. and actually? wouldn’t want to know.

i’ve dealt with a whole lot of personal hardship and heartache, bullshit flying day and night, the weight of my failures and catching fire and toxicity and crashing and crawling out and becoming a better person and making mistakes and doing it all over again just for one good year, and then have it all crumbling. it happens. it just fucking happens, mates, and sometimes, you end up in the hospital where you actually need to be.

but those opinions aside, what i’m really getting at here with all this buildup is this:

keep fighting.

the next year is a big number for some people. the next tomorrow, week, month. big numbers. day at a time. minute by minute. your brain is an asshole. hell, you might be an asshole. a new hour’s upon us: learn to grow past it. accept recovery. accept the next ten minutes. the new failure. the last one. a chance at success whatever the fuck it is you want to do next even if it’s eat gummy worms and rewatch Most Brutal Metal Scream 2012 for the 20th time today.

just live, mate. the days are scary and time goes on. i can only speak for myself and i say, thank fucking god i’m still here.

because never in my fucking life would i have thought my events would’ve taken me not only this far, but to accomplish this much. to meet these man people, to share their everyday with them. to make and break friendships, to watch them peter out, to pick up on them again. to keep learning and growing and making mistakes and making happiness for not only me, but others whom i love, and love me back, even if they’re a passerby stranger.

i’m goddamn proud of myself. life is hard. life fucking sucks sometimes. my experience is not yours, and yours is not mine, and we cannot fully understand each other because of it. we can only relate in our own way, but fact aligns in the world’s greatest way to say “fuck you�� to everything else, to ever exist:

just keep fucking living. just. keep doing it, mate.

you’ll get there, wherever it is, in your own time. it sucks to wait. it’s shit to have to wonder when everything’s going to pick up because boy howdy has it been Ultra Bad for Too Long. but seriously.

i promise it’s worth it. i fucking promise it’s worth it.

just hang on. when you choose to hang on, when you choose recovery, choose to get better, to be a better person, to learn and grow and gain confidence and defend and succeed and flourish.. shit, mate. it’s not easy. it’s a constant process. but it’s you. that’s your gift to yourself. a wonderful gift.

life’s a piece of shit, but i’m glad i’m still alive.

i’m unhappy a lot, but i’m really happy for what i’ve done, am doing, and who i’ve met along the way, even as recently as this past month.

i’m really anxious and fraying, but i’m really looking forward to tomorrow and what i might bring to myself and others in the future.

self-love is hard. it’s gonna look arrogant and selfish to a lot of people. maybe it is, and can be, for sure. but i love me; i love my work. i love my skills and talents even though i despise many parts of me and my sick brain and what i’ve done to me, and done to others. that’s just life tho; and the world turns madly on.

but at least i’m alive.

i’m glad i’m here for it. and i’m glad you are too.

love u. see you tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that; and the tomorrow after that. 🥚💖

#ches writes #tw: suicide mention #ches writes heavy shit. ches has a moment where he's Having A Deep Thought There #idk jsut. thinking about the domino and butterfly effects man. life be wildin'. a lot's happened and happening and i can't be fucked lmao #i can't be fucked to not be so ferociously stubborn to enjoy my life now. i'm busy. i'm so super fucking Busy ok.#34 years old and i'm fucking trying ok and Good For Me.#and GOOD. FOR. YOU!! HIGH FIVE #ok bye~ 💖🥚🙏 kiss kiss #long post

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whoredmode · 1 year

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If no one's sent it yet, let's see 10 for the Boss ask meme.

⚜ Saints Row Bosses Ask Meme ⚜

10. How has your Boss changed throughout the games/years?

ohhh i feel like this will get. long. i’m assuming this question is more focused on an in-character perspective and less so on how he changed as player character in a game? so i’m gonna be talking about how he changes in his canon.

anteros was someone who felt neglected by society at large; with both of his parents arrested and him stuck being passed around from home to home at a young age, he grew cynical of the world around him. but he latched onto this idea that being rich and famous would be the thing to save him. that becoming Someone in this world was the ultimate goal. and in that way, he was kind of a loner. he’d been on his own for so long, he just assumed he’d reach the top that way too. he loved attention, and he loved using it for his own means.

so fast forward to the summer of 2006. anteros is a very popular stripper, but he’s still largely living out of his car. then one night, he just so happened to be walking by when he has an actual near-death experience, then out of the chaos comes julius and troy. he joins the saints because, despite having dozens of eyes on him every night, when julius looked at him, it was like someone saw him for the first time. whether he wanted to admit it or not (and he would not), anteros at this point was fairly gullible if you said the right things. there was a part of him that considered himself smarter than everyone, even though he really wasn’t. nothing worse than a guy who thinks he’s several steps ahead when he actually hasn’t moved at all.

but it’s during this era that one of the most crucial things about anteros comes out: he’s made genuine connections. these are people in similar situations to him, and he’s so happy to have known them. dex in particular; he’s fallen so, so deeply in love with him. he’s practical and honest and keeps him grounded in a way he’s never had anyone do before. he’s such a perfect complement to him that anteros really does finally feel a sense of purpose.

then. well. it all blows up in face. literally. five years pass while he’s in a coma and everything changes. suddenly stilwater is so different, so unfamiliar that he briefly wonders if he’s even in the same place at all. but despite the physical changes to stilwater (and himself), surely this must mean his friends are still okay, right? RIGHT? which brings forth one of the central internal conflicts he has at this point: he’s can’t accept this drastic of a change. anteros was someone who, at his core, lived for pleasure. and when there’s this large of a shift in that……he doesn’t exactly handle it well. but this is why people like johnny and aisha and troy are really important to him at this point: they symbolize that, in his mind, he can go back to how things were. even better for him, he can get more money and be more showy about it. but again this brings up another issue of, well, you can’t go back to the way things used to be. the past is the past.

i’ll save you the trouble of having to read a play-by-play of my canon, so i’ll just fast-forward and say: dex betrays anteros and escapes while anteros vows to get revenge.

then several years pass and the saints are celebrities. by this point, anteros is in his early-to-mid 30s and, in comparison to his old self, has mellowed out a ton. but regardless, he’s finally made it, right? he’s finally rich and famous, just like he always dreamed of being. everyone knows his name. but why does it feel this way? why are his issues not fixed? did he not just achieve his life goal?

anteros is faced with the possibility that maybe…he was wrong about what he wanted. that no amount of money in the world can bring back the people he cared about. the people that actually gave him a sense of purpose. no amount of cash or clout can heal the wounds of being betrayed by dex. but then, as his story progresses (again sparing you my long rewritten canon), he learns he can finally see dex again and finish things. because that’s what he always wanted, right? (spoilers: no).

there’s a lot to him and i feel like i’ve rambled long enough, but basically anteros was happiest when he’d actually let himself make genuine human connections to the original saints back in 2006, and he clings to the past way more than he’d like to admit. he loves his friends, what can he say? and a large part of his personal journey is just reckoning with and accepting the fact that you cannot change the past, no matter how haunted you are by it, and that sometimes you will just never get closure.

this isn’t even getting into the larger themes of the series itself (which, to be clear, anteros is 100% affected by); this is just a part of his overall character. honestly one day i would love to write a much longer essay/retrospective on the themes of the series and how it affects the cast, as well as the environmental storytelling of the first two games, but all that is for another time.

also by SRTT anteros got pinkish-purple contacts he wears sometimes so. that’s a change right.

#asks #that’s a lot but yeah. anyway i’ll be back to continue answering these later i got stuff to do #thank you for asking and thank you to anyone who reads all this lol

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Archives of the Old and New

WARNINGS: mention of blood, gore, mention of death

‘Your prescription item is ready for pickup. We close for lunch 1:30-2PM.’

Anika read over the text message again, then her eyes shifted to the clock on the corner of her phone screen.

It’s 12 in the afternoon now… Guess I can use this as my lunch break and go pick it up… Do I even have the time to walk there and back before my lunch break finishes? Meh, I’ll probably have to drive over there…

Just as she was going to set her phone on her desk, the camera flashed brightly and began buzzing, alerting her of a new… phone call?

It probably was it from someone she never knew. Anyone who’d met her even once would know a phone call with her was just about useless.

Who was it, anyway—

Oh…

She narrowed her eyes when she saw the caller ID.

She ignored the phone call and the flashing lights from her phone. Rather than hanging up, she pretended the incoming call wasn’t happening.

The flashing lights did eventually stop, thank goodness, but it was soon followed by another round of flashes.

Irked, she flipped her phone around and read over the text message.

‘hey there, cousin! just found out that it’s your birthday today!

the family hasn’t seen you or makina around in a while, why don’t you guys come visit?’

…

It took everything out of Anika to not roll her eyes. It was all so ridiculous that she could laugh.

She typed back.

‘Thanks for the wishes but I’m gonna have to turn down your offer. Makina and I already have plans once I get off of work’

She then immediately deleted the chat and shoved her phone back in her pocket, hoping to not hear from them again.

Oh, come on…

Her eyes were practically twitching, knowing that it was an incoming phone call from a specific group of annoying people.

She placed her phone on her lap so that the flashing lights and buzzing wouldn’t be a bother to the people around her.

But the phone kept going.

You’re doing this on purpose, now… Anika mumbled in her head, her eyebrow twitching.

There was a gentle smack on the table, sending vibrations through Anika’s arm that was resting on the table. The sudden feeling broke Anika out of her thoughts and she looked up quickly.

She was seated in a dim-lit Chinese restaurant that Shian had roped her into choosing. It was now well into the evening… she had already picked up her prescription hours ago, and she was finally free from work duties for the day. Makina was seated right next to her and Shian was in the seat right across. The redhead had her palm on the table and was staring straight at Anika with her usual blank expression.

So it was Shian that was trying to get her attention…

“You’re not gonna get that?” Shian asked aloud as she signed.

Anika chuckled. “Nah, they’re not important. Plus it’s not like I can talk to them over the phone anyway.”

“I know that,” Shian signed before she pushed the menu over to Makina. “But that’s not what I meant. I saw the caller ID, why not just tell them off?”

Anika and Makina exchanged knowing glances.

“Doesn’t matter if we reject them to their face,” Makina mumbled as she slowly flipped through the menu. “They’ll keep coming back.”

Anika waved her hand dismissively. “I’m in no mood to deal with them. They usually leave us alone or don’t even think about us, but they’re really on my case today.”

“Sorry…” Makina signed, keeping her gestures small, almost hesitant.

“What for?” Anika asked.

Makina covered her face with the menu, refusing to say any more.

Anika chuckled and gently pat Makina on the head. “Don’t worry, they’ve been bugging me long before you came into the picture. They do this every year, I just feel bad that you got strung along this time around.”

“Don’t fucking touch my hair.”

“Your hair’s always messed up, anyways,” Shian retorted.

“Fuck you.”

Makina slammed the door behind her, lazily kicked her boots off and silently dragged herself to her room, brushing past Anika.

“What the—” Anika slipped her shoe off her left foot. “The least you could do is set your shoes down and not throw them around!”

She sighed and reached for her right ankle, undoing the chunky silver chains attached to her heels.

Yet she couldn’t get the shoe off her foot.

She tried again.

Shit…

“Makina?” Anika called. “Come back here, please! I need your help again!”

Though she couldn’t hear it, she could tell Makina had let out a groan in annoyance. The tinier girl turned around and dragged her feet to the foyer. She sat herself on the floor and began tugging at Anika’s heels. She gave one harsh yank.

Yet the shoe was still stuck on Anika’s foot.

“Sorry…” Anika chuckled, embarrassed as she wrapped her hands around her knees to tug in the opposite direction. “I think I forgot to take shoe sizes into account…”

“Just how much money do you need to be spending on your fucking feet…” Makina mumbled under her breath, before trying to pry the shoe off of Anika again.

And again.

“What the fuck…? It’s not usually this difficult…” Makina crossed her legs and adjusted her grip, wrapping one hand around the heel and the other on the outsole, giving the shoe another tug with all the strength that was in her petite body.

“My leg, my leg, my leg!” Anika cried, gripping onto her knee for dear life. “You’re gonna pull my leg off! Lemme keep my leg! Lemme keep my leg!”

“Ah geez, shut up already!” Makina snapped before giving the shoe one last tug.

And it worked.

The shoe popped off of Anika’s foot like a cork to a champagne bottle, the sudden force sending both girls backwards. With a surprised yelp, Anika landed on top of the pile of shoes behind her.

Makina clicked her tongue and threw the heel next to Anika. She got up and trudged to her room without so much of another word.

“Thank you!” Anika sat up and organized the shoes she had landed on top of, arranging everything into a perfect line. Once satisfied, she got up slowly, nearly tripping over herself.

She looked down at her feet, her right foot still on the tips of its toes, throwing Anika’s body off-balance.

Maybe I should’ve just let her take my leg off… she thought as she stumbled awkwardly to her room.

The first thing she did when she made it past her bedroom door was shrug off her yellow jacket and hang it on her doorknob. Then immediately jumping right onto her bed, her back hitting the fuzzy green blanket and not caring at all that she still had her outdoor clothes on. She covered her eyes with her hand and relieved a big sigh. She stretched her hands outwards to the ceiling lights, almost to reach for the lights themselves.

Twenty-nine…

Thirteen years since then…

Thirteen… damn years…

She blinked.

Camera lights.

The kart had flipped over on itself, entirely crushed. Mangled, crumpled from impact, Vehicle parts thrown in every direction on the race track.

Entirely destroyed.

She blinked again.

More camera lights.

The room was white, pristine, and at the same time, gloomy. Her eyes moved to the IV line that was jammed into her left arm, then to her hands. Puffed up, nearly blue in color, stitched up in a horrible mess, steel pins sticking out from the bones in her hands.

And again.

More camera lights.

A man, far older than her, gripped the footboard and appeared to be boasting about and laughing maniacally.

What the hell was he yelling about…?

Why couldn’t the girl hear… anything…?

And again.

More camera lights.

The man in front of her hospital bed just seconds ago had collapsed to the floor.

With shaking eyes, her vision slowly lowered to her hospital gown, the once white garments now painted with large specks of crimson. Then moved back to the body in front of her.

The limp corpse that was once attached to a human head.

The human head that was nowhere to be seen.

Just remains of human flesh and innards blown in all directions of the hospital room.

From being tied down to her bed, all she could do was stare with her eyes wide with horror.

She opened her eyes again and slowly rolled over so she was no longer staring at the ceiling lights.

I hate it…

How I still think about those times…

How I still have no idea what happened then…

How I still think about the questions I never got answers to…

She sighed and hopped off her bed, making her way to her dresser, taking out a knitted long sleeve and a pair of fuzzy shorts and throwing them onto her bed. She pulled her silk camisole over her head and slipped out of her dress pants, tossing them into a nearby laundry basket.

Running up the sides of both her legs, to up her sides, to her shoulder and shoulder blades, her nearly-bare body was covered in long, aggressive, rugged shapes of what used to be terrible gashes.

And yet she barely noticed them.

Or rather, she paid them no mind.

While the entirety of her left leg was bare, the entire section below her right knee was covered in several layers of cloth.

She untied the elastic that held up her hair, her fingers grazing over the cluster of textured, jagged skin that slightly protruded from her parietal.

She ruffled her hair as she seated herself on the edge of her bed.

She removed the first layer of cloth on her right leg and traced her fingers over her achilles heel, then placed just the slightest pressure over it. With that, she pulled her lower leg off and gently placed it on the floor.

Her right leg ended just below the knee and was rounded in shape, cutting off where the rest of her leg should have been. From the base of her residual leg to the middle of her thigh, her leg was covered by a fitted silicone socket.

She unfurled the silicone from what was left of her leg and picked up the other fabrics she had discarded and lazily shoved the items into the drawer of her bedside table.

Her eyes moved over to her custom leg that she had picked up and changed into earlier that day, that was resting on her floor. While it was nice to have a leg that finally… fit… it was undoubtedly better to not be attached to a ten-pound prosthetic.

With a sigh of relief, she dressed into her pajamas and crawled under the covers. Hoping to finally knock out and get comfy and warm, she was blinded by the flashing lights on her phone, alerting her of a new text message.

She winced at the bright lights but still reached for her phone to open the chat.

It was from Makina…

Does she need something? What does she want—

‘happy birthday again’

What the…

Anika chuckled. Oh, what the hell…

‘thanks back’

It really did warm her heart, that even despite Makina’s usual aggressive words, knowing that she was appreciated by someone.

Actually being appreciated by someone… and not for some false, manipulative tactic for once.

As she exited the chat, she caught a glimpse of an unread text she supposedly received a few hours ago.

All feelings of warmth died instantly upon reading the sender of the only unread text.

‘shame, cousin. well be sure to pay us a visit sometime’

She wanted to throw her phone across the room. You’re just doing this on purpose, now…

Rather than opening the chat to tell them off, she deleted it.

As if I'd let you assholes anywhere near us.

When will you guys just leave us alone…

She tossed her phone onto her bedside table, and again, hoped to never hear back from them.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypmic arb #birthday 2022 #akihabara division #pixel syndicate #anika kiyozaki #shian meizono #makina setsukura #short story

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tokiro07 · 2 years

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@thatonearo‘s post about 132 got me thinking

Fuuko’s currently in 1972, so we know that Gina and Nico are definitely already around since this is the point where Andy should have already escaped capture in the previous Loop

Feng’s obviously around since he would have already had Unfade for about 50 years by this point

Yusai was probably around 20 in the flashback we saw earlier, so she’s likely been born but may not have become a Negator yet

Juiz is a bit of a mystery since her aging was slowed by Ark, but I’m willing to bet she hasn’t been born yet. I think that she only ages in years past when she was born, so if we assume she’s the oldest of the Union aside from Nico, she was probably born between the late 70′s or early 90′s

I don’t think it was stated how old Void is, but I feel like he’s maybe in his 30′s or 40′s, so he shouldn’t have been born yet

Everyone else is under 40 to my knowledge, though Creed could be a little older

I believe Isshin’s grandfather was the previous Unbreakable, so he’d definitely be alive at this point. I wonder if Fuuko plans to make contact with him?

Billy and Ruin should still be kicking around from the previous Loop thanks to Unruin, but I wonder how that’s going to affect the timeline? If Billy’s still around, then the Billy that’s supposed to be born between the 80′s and 90′s won’t grow up to go to war with Tella, so...what’s gonna happen there? I guess it doesn’t rightly matter since Tella’s memories can be regained with Remember, but still

...It only just occurred to me that Billy was probably in Afghanistan or Iraq, assuming he’s American. There’s plenty of other conflicts he could have been in, but those seem like the most likely. I imagine Tella’s still going to go off to war and Billy will join in to save his unit? I’m confident that Tella’s Rule is what got their unit killed, considering that he was a radioman whose ability seems to be Untell (presumably negates communication)

Anyway, in total, Fuuko could have made contact with up to eight allied Negators at this point, including Akira, though it seems likely that she either hasn’t met with or has temporarily separated from Andy and Billy. She doesn’t seem to have established the Union yet, but it’s also possible that she just doesn’t have the same resources that Juiz did. It’s never been established how Juiz ran such a huge, high tech organization, but I’m willing to bet she was loaded enough to support Nico’s wild inventions

Maybe she even recruited UMA Money to generate funds, that would honestly make the most sense

Fuuko appears to be homeless at the moment, likely traveling to gather Artifacts and Negators, so I imagine she’s at least made contact with a few of them and just doesn’t have the resources to do things the same way as Juiz. I expect things will turn around soon, but they likely won’t be the same as before

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime

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icequeen1371 · 2 months

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I talked to my mom at 5 o’clock last night at the hospital to see how he was doing. And to let her know that her other spawn was on his way to be with her for a few days. Then I called her at 8:30 because I know that’s when she gets home from visiting hours. She mentioned nothing of it. She mentioned having a glass of wine with her other spawn. Then I get a phone call this morning, and she asked me, “just calling to see how you guys are handling the news” she didn’t even remember she had told me yet. Her short-term memory is bad enough, but when she stressed out or upset tired it’s really bad. She totally forgot, telling me last night that he passed away. Didn’t even say anything. Like that’s kind of a big piece of information even though you have short-term memory loss. You know what I mean? I’ve kind of been walking around in days all day. We were literally going down to see him tomorrow and visit because we knew maybe there was a chance. What if he had another stroke and passed away. We didn’t know that things were that dire. And I really hope that his daughter didn’t know how bad it was he didn’t tell us. I’ll never forgive her for that. The first thing that my youngest said was, “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Those two were like to be in the pot ever since she was born. She hasn’t seen him since November. Ashley, I think it might be October or September. he couldn’t drive anymore with his dementia, he was not having very many good days where mom could bring him in without him, having an episode and us seeing it. She’s been dealing with a lot the past two years. All on her own. No one care, no family members, knowing how bad it was, nothing. I don’t know how she did it. Because the house was left in his sons. I’m not sure how long they’ll let her stay in the house before they tell her they want to put her up for sale. Not that she can afford to say they’re on her own regardless. Then with me on disability, I’ll get cut from disability if she moves in with me. And because I’m disabled, I wouldn’t be able to really care for her anyway. I don’t have the means or the vehicle or the physical ability. If anything happens God forbid. She doesn’t want to live with her other spawn eight hours away because she wants to be close to me. And she doesn’t want to move to Newfoundland because that’s really too far away. Although, I think it would be great. However, None of her family has even mentioned anything about it. No one has offered. Can you believe that shit? They assume she’ll be fine or being in a home or something. Meanwhile, they won’t accept her home because she’s physically in fantastic shape. It’s just shorter memory issues. That’s it. She can’t afford to be home anyway. She doesn’t have the money neither I. So I’m not sure what’s gonna happen for now we’re just trying to figure out how to get through the upcoming view at the end of the week or this weekend. And then I’m gonna have to put some kind of plan in order so she doesn’t feel so alone in the weeks afterwards. Ppl say those are the hardest. I wish I could ff to July or August. That’s 5 family members in 4 years. It’s been a lot.

#dead dad club #again #twice #step dad #funeral #death #grieving

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dolllgutz · 1 year

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I gave you a year of my love, a year of my life, and my anal virginity…I got assaulted and now have a messed up back for life because of you, my reputation is fucked because of you, I’m banned from certain places because of you, because I stood by you, because I had your back, because I believed in you, I believed in us, I gave you my heart and part of my soul, and you used it and tossed it out like trash, you allowed people to treat me terribly and be racist to me, you never had my back, you never really told me how proud you were of me.

You told me your ex’s all pretty much gave you no freedom and kept you on a leash, didn’t want you going places, didn’t want you doing things, didn’t support your music, or your fetish lifestyle, but here I came and I gave you all that freedom, all I asked for was to be loved, cared for, thought about … however instead I was belittled, put down, invalidated, and told I was just being emotional or over dramatic…I accepted that you were gonna sub to a woman that hasn’t ever really treated me with respect, and I thought that would be good enough for you, but it wasn’t, and you allowed her to ruin us, just like I said from the start…

This woman used you for her needs then threw you out like dirt, I was the one that had to pick up the pieces, I was the one that held you while you cried from the hurt of her doing that, but I can’t lie I was so happy she did because she’s such a terribly manipulative human being, and she has you poisoned…unfortunately a year went by and she came back into your life asking to once again be your dom, and just like that everything fell apart, you ditched me for her … you left me alone in my bed on a Friday night even though you promised me weekends were for us, even though when I wanted to hang with my sub in the past you told me no because Friday-Sunday are our days … but of course when you want to do it it’s all good, but when someone else does it’s a problem.

You treated me terribly but clearly that’s how I think I deserve to be treated … and for some reason I’d still take you back if you asked me … because I am an idiot, because I still love you, because while you’re doing so great, I’m falling the absolute fuck apart wondering did he ever love me…or was I just being used the entire time to fulfill a need in someone broken and destroyed … I endured your racist homophobic dad, and your psycho ass mom, I had to deal with death threats and threats alone because I dated you…

How could you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this? I gave you everything you asked for, I just wanted to make you happy, but the feelings were never mutual, you would just complain about having to come to my house on the weekends even though you knew it was because my mom was recovering from almost dying…for the first almost year of our relationship I was the one doing the hour and a half drive every Friday and Monday to go see you on the weekends, went to all your shows, and so much more…I gave you my everything and you literally just threw me out like trash then turned around and shit talked me to others. It’s absolutely heartbreaking, it’s shattering, it’s destroying…our entire relationship was just you projecting your insecurities, jealousy, controlling ways, triggers, traumas, etc onto me…

I just wanna know why…and maybe I’ll never get the real answer to that but I think I damn sure deserve to know why … you gave me 30% while I gave you my 100% … you need to seek therapy, your ego needs to be broken down, something needs to happen to wake you the fuck up, because you’re on the verge of being an actual psycho path with the lack of empathy you have for people.

You got mad and are mad at me for not acting up when my manager was sexually assaulting me, but you’ve never been in that situation so you have no right to be upset at anything…and for you to say “if that was me” if it was you nothing…you have no idea what it’s like to be in a situation like that, so you have no room to talk….

Anyways I’ll probably come on here more often for a while because I guess writing this out kinda helped…i genuinely just wish that someone could read this … I wish someone was listening …

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SANO MANJIROU x reader where readers father is a big head of the yakuza and the readers father and Mikey meet and they like eachother and t he father approves so flash forward Mikey is leader of NOT ONLY the crime syndicate with his wife BUT the yakuza Bc reader has was handed down the title and lets him take charge while she’s just vibing w the kids

Bonten Manjiro x yakuza heiress reader.

fem reader

Warning: swearing, none.

“We’re meeting my dad in an hour Mikey, you better be ready soon. Its gonna take us ages to get there even if Kaku is driving us!” You shout up the stairs of your two story penthouse, the dead eyed man is being lazy and slow as always it takes him longer than you to get ready and you have hair to sort, makeup to put on and a nice dress to find, yet it took you half the time that it’s taking your fiancé.

When he finally decides to descend the stairs he's only in half his suit, with a jacket and tie still missing, the scene descending towards you is a sight for sore eyes but its also highly annoying seen as he's still not even ready. You sigh while inquiring about his tie and jacket.

“They’re uncomfortable I don't want to wear them. I should just wear montsuki like your dad will probably be wearing its traditional for formal events right?” Mikey’s whining like a child as he moans about the itchy material of his slacks.

“Manjiro do you think my family is back in the Edo period? He’ll be in a suit like i told him if he wears a kimono or a montsuki I’ll have him go change. It’s not happening, please just wear the suit, I even picked it out specially for you baby.” Your voice comes out harsher than you wished it to but Mikey gets the point and walks back up the stairs to retrieve his suit jacket and the tie you had chosen for him also.

When he comes back down he stands in front of you so that you can do his tie for him and put his suit jacket on him. A ghost of a smile graces his face as he glances at your concentrating face while you adjust his tie. Finally satisfied you pat his chest and smile up at him, your hand grasps his as you both move towards the door to leave the apartment.

“Well lets get this shit show on the road shall we my love?” You grumble, desperate to get this over with for the both of you.

When you get outside the back doors of the car are being held open by a bored , looking Kakucho Hitto, he steps back when you both get to the car.

“Afternoon boss, little lady. We have 30 minutes to get there so you better get in the car fast or you’ll be late. Again.” Typical always has to mention past incidents.

After a good 15 minutes of silence Mikey suddenly speaks up pulling you out of your nerve riddled mind.

“You know its all gonna be okay angel. No matter what he says it’ll always be me and you for the rest of our lives.” He mutters it low enough that only you would be able to hear his consoling words, he takes your hand in his to give it a squeeze and a gentle stroke across your knuckles.

“I love you, thank you for doing this it means a lot. No matter what he says we’re never going to be apart again right?” Your voice is unusually quiet and timid, your eyes don’t even meet his but you squeeze his hand back hoping to get your point across.

“We’re here, boss.” Kakucho’s voice breaks the moment the two of you were having. Outside the car stands the closed gates of your childhood home, memory's flood back to you; good ones, bad ones, all of them hit you like a truck. You actually don't want to do this, who wold want to see the man who ignored you all your life and even let you run away at 17.

“Its been seven years already since I was last here. Jesus this fucking place hasn’t changed a bit from out here.” Your mood is already turning sour as you glare at the offending building. The gates open and none of your fathers underlings comes out to greet the both of you when you step out of the car.

“Young miss welcome back. Your father is waiting in the meeting hall, follow me if you will.” You recognise the man as one of your fathers long term underlings if your father has been the head of the yakuza for 30+ years then this man must have been here for half of it, you remember him looking after you a lot when you were a young child.

“Yes thank you, we will follow behind.” Your voice is stern and loud, you can’t show any weakness in this place its like a den of wolves ready to get rid of the heiress of all the families wealth. Your father had no other children to take over so you were the sole heir to everything.

With your shoes removed at the entrance and a few greeting thrown out here and there you finally make it to the door of the meeting hall. You cant believe after all these years he’s asking you to come meet him with your ‘perspective marriage partner’ as he said, he actually picked up a phone and called you for once dragged himself into the 21st century just to bother you.

“The nerve of this man, asking me to bring you so that he can see if he ‘approves’ of you like he has a choice who I marry anyway.” You sneer at the door as you mutter this to a chuckling Mikey.

“C’mon love lets get it over with, the sooner he approves the sooner I get to marry my beautiful fiancé.” His had burns a mark into the small of your back as he pushes you through the now open sliding door.

Seated at the front of the large room is your father or the esteemed leader of one of the largest yakuza in all of Japan. An empty cup of sake rests at his side, plates of food are seated at the other two open seats in front of him, like fuck you’re going to eat with him there you have no appetite at all even as you greet him and take your seats, intense nerves bloom in your stomach as he stares the two of you down. Mikey doesn’t even budge let alone shrink down he just stares him through as your father tries to intimidate him. God he looks stupid trying to scare your Manjiro that's never going to work.

A smile sneaks up onto your face as Mikey not only ignores your fathers stare he even starts eating in front of him, you supress a laugh at your fathers bewildered expression, his sake cup paused inches away from his face.

“So boy what are your intentions with my daughter?” Your fathers voice booms through the empty hall.

“Since when did yo-”

“I'm going to marry her, what else would I be doing here. We’re here to get that ‘approval’ that you want to give.” Mikey’s voice cuts through yours like the little shit he is.

“Who said I’d approve of you? She should be marrying another yakuza head and keeping the tradition going, she needs a strong man not some boy with no aspiration's.” Your dad decides to try slandering Mikey as a tactic, one that yet again does not work on the bored man by your side.

“Mhm this is good food love, you should try some... Y/n doesn’t want to marry someone else she wants to marry me she already accepted anyway so we’re just here to tell you.” Bored, bored, bored Mikey’s had enough already he just wants to go home and take a nap with you. Just then a phone call comes through Mikeys phone.

“Oh its Ran, watch something have gone wrong again, my love. Why can’t they deal without me for five minutes who needs there boss all day. Fuckin morons I have to take this I'll be back in a moment my dear.” Mikey walks straight out the door to deal with whatever the Haitani’s have done now.

“Father, you were quite rude to my fiancé a second ago, I don’t appreciate you calling him a boy or saying he has no aspirations. For your information Manjiro happens to be the boss of one of the largest crime syndicates in the whole of Japan, Bonten I’m sure you've heard of them.” You can't help the words as the spew out of your mouth aggressively. To say your father is shocked at your outburst is an understatement his moth is practically hanging open when Mikey walks back into the room.

“You should close your mouth or you’ll catch flies. Love I hate to do this but we need to leave soon Sanzu’s gone on a bit of a rampage and the Haitanis have had to knock him out, Rindo even got himself stabbed a bit so we should leave in about 15.” Well he did say they seem to have problems when he leaves for a bit.

“I approve of the both of you. Im also planning to leave the family to you my dear daughter.” Your father blurts out of nowhere.

“You- I- but. Oh my god, well um thank you for blessing us... You will come to the wedding wont you dad?” You mutter shyly a slight smile on your face the thought of finally getting his approval sparks something within you, a feeling that you might finally have a better relationship with your father.

“Oh great, did you tell him I’m a gang leader baby? Bet that sweetened the deal eh.” Mikey chuckles, but he reaches down to pull you up and into his arms.

“Well then I’ll see you two in a few weeks so we can go through venues and prices, you should have a traditional wedding.” Your father says while standing to see the both or you out.

“Now wait a minute I never said what sort of wedding we want or when.” Your voice is cut off by your father and fiancé talking about the wedding plans.

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5 Years Later

“Just you wait till your father gets home!” You jokingly shout up the stairs at your 4 year old twins. Paint covers the walls of your beautiful house that you share with your husband of 5 years and your three children, twins a boy and a girl and a 3 year old baby girl. One hand rubs your 7 month swollen stomach to be honest you don't care about the paint, it reminds you of all the life that surrounds you. Your three children come sprinting down the stairs stark bollock naked and smothered in paint, and straight out into the fenced up back garden. Thank the lord you have no close neighbours.

You can hear the splashing of the children in their little paddling pool as you near the garden, a sudden urge to sit down overcomes you when you get outside. You plonk your highly pregnant self into one of the garden rocking chairs where you can keep an eye on the children and you can also admire the view of the giant cherry blossom tree in the far end of the garden.

“Well look at my beautiful wife all pretty in the sun and my amazing little kids... wait why are they blue?! Y/n our kids are smurfs! Oh my god what happened to you all?” Behind you stands the love of your life with 3 overly excited and very blue children grabbing and wetting his pants, his face is all shocked and confused as he tries to pick all three up, covering himself in paint infused water in the process.

“They we’re painting and decided to paint each other as well. It’s alll over the walls in he hall as well can’t lie. How was work? Dad hasn’t been checking up on everyone too much has he? He did put us in charge three years ago he should be over it by now, he needs to settle down at his age.” You fuss over his suit as you speak.

“My god I love you y/n and our beautify children of course. Even the one that keeps waking me up at 3 am because mummy wants ice cream.” He mutters putting the kids down and reaching out to stroke your belly.

“I love you all too.”

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