#that I’m a shitty friend and I need to shut the fuck up forever

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Can’t wait to have my meds again so I can write and actually feel good about being here and on discord again. I’ve been spiraling without my medication and it’s made everything really very beyond rock bottom. I am in the abyss at this point.

#my mental health is bad enough rn where like #I saw a reblog art post again and spiraled #like I know it’s not a You Need To Reblog EVERYTHING that ever crosses your dashboard as soon as you see it post #but that is what my unmedicated brain is taking it as #and it’s just making me paranoid that if I don’t reblog everything #even if it makes me wholly uncomfortable or I don’t understand it #that I’m a shitty friend and I need to shut the fuck up forever #and that people are mad at me because I don’t do that #it’s not good and it doesn’t make me feel good whatsoever #I’ve been spiraling bad for like five days so please stop yelling at me #Egg Rambles

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Puppy Love

a/n: HII, I haven’t written in a minute and this came out today. So, enjoy! 

Also, just like the rest of you sluts, I too, am OBSESSED with Pedro Pascal. Glad to be here. 

Joel Miller x Reader

Word Count: 1065

MASTERLIST here if you’re interested! 

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“Ellie, please.”

“Come on, dude. What did you guys used to say…Yo-Yo something. Oh, Oo, YOLO?”

Y/N eyerolled at the mouthy teenager now prodding through her personal life. Granted, it wasn’t Ellie’s fault, she just called it as she saw it. Honest and brutal, even when she didn’t need to be.

“You don’t get it. Not a lick. So kindly shut the fuck up.”

“So, you’re just gonna hold on to this pipe dream…until you croak?”

Her questioning tone almost earned Ellie a slap but Y/N remained calm.

“Wow, kid. Anyone tell ya you got a way with words?”

“Nope. You’re the first. Lucky you.”

Ellie annoyingly enunciated every word loud and clear rifling through Y/N’s chaotic brain. He would never be hers even if they weren’t stuck in this apocalyptic hellhole. Back then Joel had endless opportunities to speak up and half the time he chose to shove her feelings so far under the rug that she couldn’t help when the disheartenment finally sunk in.

“But seriously.”

“Seriously nothing. Zip it, El.”

Her hands waved furiously in the air creating obscenely silly gestures. For once, they were left to simmer in silence, albeit temporary. Y/N stared holes in the ground beneath her hiding the unshed tears she refused to let fall.

“Things are …complex. More than you can understand.”

“Then help me, what’s the problem?”

“Ellie, look around us! You don’t—you don’t even know what it was like back before things went to shit. Joel isn’t the type of guy…”

Warm words swam through her chest, their presence suffocating meeting early death as her lips pursed shut.    

“Y/N…”

She bit her lip in anticipation hoping for the right words to stumble out Ellie looked on with a hopeful light in her eyes.

“Joel has Tess.”

Had Tess.

“But he’s in love with you.”

Vicious headshakes were all Y/N could muster praying not to slip further into her meddling.

“No, he’s not. And you can’t go around sayin things like that! Jesus.”

Y/N made quick work, eyes bouncing between every corner of the room making sure Joel hadn’t snuck it. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“I see the way you look at him, you know.”

“I know.”

“Then why--?”

Anger getting the better of Y/N, she frivolously snapped back; “You wanna know why, hmm? I’ve loved Joel Miller since I was 27. The idiot dropped a might I mention PIPING HOT americano down my blouse.  The second he smiled I knew I was a goner.”

“Okay?”

“So, he knows, known, whatever you wanna call it. He friend zoned me then, same applies to now. I just hang onto him because I’m a lovesick puppy just patiently waiting for her turn. I’m the best friend, Ellie. Joel Miller doesn’t love me, he just loves the way I make him feel important, heard. Then like clockwork, he’s got himself a new girl on his arm to impress and I’m left –” Her lip quivered, it felt different saying it out loud, more real, visceral. No more pretending.

Y/N cleared her throat stiffening her once welcoming features, “It’s called unrequited love, El and I hope you never have to know how shitty it feels.”

“Oh come on, just because the world ended doesn’t mean everything went to shit.”  

Her left eye twitched at the teenager’s choice words lowering her voice to a mere whisper. Y/N reached towards the girl, caressing her cheek in a motherly manner. El leaned in accepting the gesture.

“I love Joel Miller. He doesn’t love me. And that’s okay because I get to throw all my unreiprocated love on to you, and for that I’m forever grateful. Like it or not kid, you’re stuck with me for however long life allows.”

“Oh great, just what I needed. A mother of my very own!”

Y/N playfully slapped her shoulder; “Hey now, your birth mother did a super fucking hard thing AND delivered a healthy baby. Do you think pregnancy is easy? Or how about the horror of delivering the thing that’s been taking up space in your body for the last nine months, huh? Women didn’t have it easy then and we definitely don’t in this joke of a world nowadays. So, to wrap this up; just because she created you doesn’t mean you can’t accept love that feels similar. I can’t take the place of your mom and I am so not old enough- “

Ellie’s eyebrows crinkled together; “Aren’t you like considered geriatric?”

Horror paled over Y/N. Why this little—She breathed deeply hoping to simmer the bitter bitch growing within her. She annunciated her words very clearly; “I am 46, you little brat. The least you could do is respect your elders if you’re gonna talk smack.”

Ellie huffed; “I just don’t get it.”

This piqued her interest; “Get what?”

“Men. Like, are they are all complete psychopaths?”

“Well, that’s a bit harsh but yes, in general they are a nuisance to society…or what’s left of it.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Ellie’s arms snuck around her waist pulling her close. Y/N welcomed the embrace thankful for the small moments she was still afforded.

“You deserve to be loved no matter what. I’m glad I found you… and the grump.”

“He’s a good man. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“I won’t. I just wish he could see how fucking badass you actually are. I mean I’d date you.”

Y/N’s eyes glazed over momentarily; “Damnit, you’re making me feel things I don’t have the time to feel.”  

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?

“Don’t give up on him, I’ve seen things from a different perspective and as an outsider looking in, this ain’t a closed case little lady.”

“Wow, how southern belle of you. A girl like yourself would do well in the South.”

“The what?”

Exasperated Y/N mustered a reply; “…Ugh, don’t worry bout it.”

Her innocent smile emerged displayed for Ellie’s eyes only.

“I lurve you, Y/N.” Their foreheads bumped lightly causing a giggle to stir between the pair; “Back at ya, kid.”

Little did they know who had been standing on the other side of the door hiding just out of plain sight. Joel gulped hoping for the spit to help his now parched throat. I can’t lose her. I won’t lose her.

His boots smacked heavily against the cement closing the distance between. Y/N yelped surprised by the sudden intrusion. Now or never.

“Y/N.”

#joel miller x reader #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller oneshot #joel miller angst #joel miller x you #tlou #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller drabble #pedro pascal x y/n #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal x you #joel miller fluff #the last of us fic #pedro pascal imagine

[bookshelf-dust]

really know him

part i part ii part iii part iv

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3,686

warnings: swearing, reader has a shitty mom, a few uses of y/n, anxiety, fluff and angst

a/n: hi! listen, i know, i know, it’s been more than a month since i published part two and i’m sorry. but i promise it won’t take as long anymore. i hope you like this part! there’s a lot going on. it’s getting messy, my dudes. love you! <333

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Your room is small. And you don’t mind that one bit. Hell, you’re lucky your parents snagged one of the few single-wide’s with a layout nice enough that there even are two bedrooms. 

But sometimes the small space can seem confining, like right now. 

You’ve been staring at college-ruled paper for what seems like forever now, and…you’ve got nothing. You spent all day brainstorming for this essay, and now that you’ve sat down, you’ve lost it all. It’s as if there isn’t a single coherent thought left in your brain. 

You hop up from your seat, thinking that if you get a drink, maybe listen to some music, then you’ll be able to get a hold on your concentration. 

And it works, for a while. You’ve been at your desk for well over an hour, and you’ve put a hell of a dent in your paper. 

But having your headphones on means you don’t hear your parents come home, not until your mother is smacking her fist against your door frame to get your attention. 

“Hello?”

You’re quick to push the pause button in on your walkman and put your headphones on the tabletop in front of you. The amount of eraser shavings you’ve accumulated is unsettling. 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Your mother lets out what you're sure is the most dramatic sigh known to man. “Of course you didn’t, not with those things on your ears.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better about it, okay?”

She crosses her arms, leaning against the wall just inside your room. “Mhm. How’s your paper going?”

“It’s fine. Not due for a week.”

“So you’ve said. Anyways, I came in here because I was at the store yesterday, and Sherri caught up with me.”

“Oh, yeah? How is she?”

Sherri Henson is a bitch. She’s the kind of woman who peaked in high school and can’t seem to grasp that—even if she is well into her fifties by now—spending all her time corralling the neighborhood gossip. She’s lived a couple trailers down from you your whole life. And she’s yet another reason why you need to get the fuck out of dodge. 

“Oh, she’s fine. She just wanted to tell me that she’s seen you hanging out with that Eddie Munson boy. And I haven’t heard good things about him. I just wanted to know what you were up to.”

Your stomach drops. Of course she’d say some shit like that. “We’re friends. I’m allowed to have those, aren’t I?”

“Yes. But don’t you think it would be wise to make good friends?”

You rub at your forehead, already sick of this. There’s a reason you don’t tell your mother anything about your life. 

“You don’t know anything about him, do you?”

Your mother pushes her glasses up into her mess of hair. “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t really understand how you can be judgmental of a guy you don’t even know. You’re always whining about how I don’t have friends, and now that I’ve made one, he’s not good enough?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I just don’t want you to harm your education by hanging around some good-for-nothing boy.”

“I think I can make my own decisions.”

“Clearly not. Look at you.” She doesn’t say anything more, but leaves the room instead. 

You should be used to this. You should know that your mother doesn’t like that you aren’t a carbon copy of her. But it still stings. The feeling is drowning you; the feeling of being pathetic, unsuccessful, embarrassing. 

You need a minute. It’s not like you can concentrate on your paper here anyways. Your mother has already shut herself up in her own bedroom, and you know she won’t miss you if you’re not around. 

A lift of the blinds in your bedroom tells you that Eddie’s van is parked outside his trailer, but you don’t feel right just running over, so you call. 

Of course he picks up.

He hasn’t even said his name yet and you’ve already started talking. “Eddie?”

“Hey, yeah, something wrong?”

You sound frazzled. If Eddie’s being totally straight with himself, he might even say you sound a little panicky. Claustrophobic, maybe.

He doesn’t like hearing you sound like this. 

“Would it be okay if I came over for a bit? You can say no, I just…your company might help.”

You can feel that cocky ass grin from over the phone. The way your words register in his brain and he comes up with a response he knows will get you riled up.

“Oh, my company? That what you need?”

“Eddie,” he can practically see you waving him off, “nevermind.”

He laughs. “Okay, sorry. Yeah, you can come over. You didn’t have to ask. Could’ve just busted in.”

“That seems like a horrendous idea. And isn’t Wayne home?”

“Yeah, but he sleeps like the dead. He wouldn’t even notice. That’s what he gets for having me around after all this time.”

“Poor Wayne.”

He scoffs and stumbles over his words. “Poor Wayne? 

“Yeah, I feel for him, having to put up with you all these years. Anyways, I’ll be there in a second.”

“You little shit–” he starts, but you’re already hanging up. 

Eddie opens the door closest to his room to watch for you. You bound across the road and up the concrete step, clearly pleased with yourself. He backs up, that stupid ass grin on his face, and gestures with his arm for you to go inside. 

He notices you’ve brought your bag with you. “Plotting my murder?” he inquires, eyes dancing over the corduroy. 

“Absolutely. Any sort of preference?”

He sits down on his bed, back to the wall. “Maybe the candlestick? Rope could be fun. Or if you’re feeling particularly malicious: poison.”

“Remind me to never play Clue with you.”

He laughs and it’s low and drawn out like he knows he’s being annoying. Like he knows you enjoy it. 

“Why, because you know I’ll kick your ass?”

You smile at him, and it feels like he’s won the lottery. “Precisely.” 

“I’d go easy on you,” he argues. 

“Bullshit.”

Eddie watches you fiddle with the zipper on your bag and then pull out a piece of paper. You flop down in his desk chair, making yourself at home. He’s told you to do that more than once, so he’s glad to see you act on it. 

“What are we working on?”

“I’m supposed to be finishing a paper, and that’s what I was doing, but being berated doesn’t really help my focus.”

He chuckles, opening a bag of Skittles you didn’t even know he had. “I wouldn’t think so. You wanna talk about it?”

“No, that’s okay.” 

Eddie nods, hoping you’ll open up to him sooner than later. 

“Would you prefer if I just went about my business while you worked?”

“I really would, Eddie. Thank you.”

“Mhm. Anything you need, sweetheart.”

He hops up, and his fingers go to mess with the radio, but he stops himself short. “Will this bother you? If I keep it low?”

You shake your head, tapping your eraser on the desk. He gives you a frantic thumbs up before trying to make sure the music doesn’t murder your hearing. 

It’s on some rock station, where some of the songs are ones you’re familiar with, others not so much.

“Good?” he asks, and you return his earlier thumbs up. It makes him grin.

He settles back on his mattress, though it groans in protest as he does. He scratches away at a notebook for a while, and the room stays quiet. Just being in the same room as him is enough to keep you calm and give you time to focus.

You make more progress on the paper now then you had at home, and start to think maybe you should do all your work in Eddie’s company.

Eventually Eddie gets bored and pushes up, his hands coming to rest against the desk on either side of you, caging you in. He kisses the top of your head before resting his chin on it, peering down at your paper.

“Damn. Almost done?”

“Yeah. Should probably quit and come back to it later anyway.” 

“Wanna see something fun?” You look up at him and he’s got a wild look in his eyes, a wide smile on his face. 

“I don’t know if I trust that.”

“Oh, come on. Take a break. For me?” Eddie bats his eyelashes and you smack him on the arm. He stands and stumbles backwards as if you’ve brutally wounded him, though the smile stays and really ruins the act. 

“Fine. Let’s see.”

He’s got this brilliant, boyish look on his face. You can tell he’s excited. It’s the kind of excitement that rubs off on you, that makes you anxious to know what it’s for, even if it is something small. 

He moves to the corner of his room and opens this big chest that you might not have even noticed because of how much surrounds it. You realize, though, that there’s a handful of Dungeons and Dragons handbooks, a binder covered in stickers, other things you don’t entirely understand.

Eddie digs around for a second, and then he pulls out a little velvet bag. He brandishes it to you, shaking it a little. Whatever’s inside makes noise.

“I got new dice. And I know what you’re thinking, ‘Eddie that’s so amazing, I can’t believe you’d share this with me,’ but believe it, because they’re cool, okay? Prepare yourself.”

You take a dramatically over exaggerated deep breath, gearing yourself up. “Ready, Eddie.”

He snorts. He can’t believe you. 

He dumps them out next to you on his bed. “Ta-da!”

You pick one up, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t squeal. The dice are a translucent red color, with black numbers, and they’ve got little bats set into them. 

Fucking bats. 

You look up and Eddie’s big brown eyes are shining down at you. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, clearly trying to contain himself.

“Eddie, these are so cool!”

He throws himself on the bed beside you. “They’re sick, right?” 

You pick up a handful, looking at all of the different ones as they roll around between your fingers. “Yeah. These are fucking cool, dude.”

Eddie giggles. He giggles. His glee is palpable. 

“I’m honored that you wanted to share this with me, Mr. Munson.”

“Of course, of course,” he says, scooping them up and putting them back in the bag. “I don’t just go showing my dice to anyone, you know.”

You laugh, hard, and it’s the first time Eddie’s heard you laugh like that. He thinks he could live off of the sound. He wouldn’t need anything else. 

“Well I’m glad you showed them to me.”

Eddie winks at you. “Me too.”

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Eddie doesn’t hear from you for a few days, but it doesn’t worry him really. He knows you're busy with school, and he is too, now that he’s trying to get the hell out of there for real this time. He’s also working on a big ass campaign. He thinks this might be the one where Dustin’s character finally dies, the little fucker. He’s managed to kill off everyone else’s characters at least once (Gareth a few more), but never Dustin.

He does miss you, though.

Eddie is finding that he doesn’t like being without you as much as he likes being with you. 

He’s starting to show you parts of himself that he hasn’t shown other people before. He usually doesn’t have the ability to sit quietly in a room with someone else. Or watch for fucking bats. Hell, he built a fort for you. 

And he’s laying in bed, well past the time he should be asleep, thinking about how he doesn’t feel like you’re letting him get to know you like he is you. 

Eddie’s room is dark except for the light coming in through the window. He goes to rest his hand on his chest, but cold metal meets his bare skin and he’s quick to unsnap the bracelet he left on his wrist. 

He knows what you’re in school for. He knows you’re into bats. That you laugh at stupid, immature shit just like he does. Shit you’d get in trouble for laughing at. 

But if what he’s feeling, deep down, is what he thinks it is, he wants to give all of himself to you. And he wants all of you. 

He really does. 

And something about the way you held him that night that you stayed over told him you felt more. He can see you letting go sometimes. But more often it feels reluctant. 

Eddie just wants you to know that he’s not going anywhere. That he wants you safe. Happy.

He wants you for you.

Not for whatever else anyone tells you.

You are everything he’s ever wanted.

You.

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“How’d you do on your paper?” Eddie asks. You’d told him when it was due, and just now that you’d gotten it back.

“Fine.”

“Fine? That’s all I get?”

Something’s wrong with you today. He’d invited you over for lunch, and you’d come, but the smile you gave him at the door wasn’t genuine. Something is hurting you, and you haven’t told him what. 

And it’s killing him.

He can’t help you if you won’t let him. 

You set down your drink, a little harder than you’d meant to, and sigh. 

Fuck, Eddie thinks. The last thing he wants to do is frustrate you. 

“I got a B.”

His eyebrows raise over the enormous bite of sandwich he’s just taken. He decides to behave and chew it all before he speaks. Wayne might not get the same treatment.

“Oh yeah? That’s so good! I’m proud of you.”

You nod your head, but you don’t look at him. If he’s being honest, it kind of hurts his feelings.

“You might be the only one,” you mumble. 

“What do you mean?”

“It’s…it’s nothing, Eddie. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

He grabs the bag of chips out of your hand before you can shove your mouth full of them, and you look incredibly offended. 

“Don’t do that. Tell me what you meant.” Eddie’s voice is serious. He’s never spoken to you like this before. 

You run your hands over your face. “My mom. She told me I could’ve done better than that.” You don’t say that she also said it was probably a result of spending so much time with Eddie. 

Eddie sets your bag of chips back down. “That’s bullshit. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

“You’re a total badass, and I know you’re hard working as shit. If she can’t see that, then fuck her man.” 

You won’t look at him. 

You won’t look at him. 

“You can’t listen to that shit, man. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this, Eddie.” He cocks his head at you, brown eyes boring into yours. “And it’s not exactly easy, just ignoring it. I’ve heard it for years, that I could be trying harder or doing something differently or anything, so it’s like fuckin’ ingrained in my brain. And sometimes I think it’s true.”

Eddie reaches across the table for your hand, his laying palm-up, waiting for you to accept it. You limply supply your hand to him, and he pushes his thumb into the center, rubbing in slow circles. He’s hoping the contact might be enough to pull you out of your head some. 

“Look at me,” Eddie says. 

You're quick to think about the night he found you moping on the bench. He’d said that then too. 

“Look at me.”

You shake your head again. 

“It’s okay. I’m not going to make fun of you,” he says, and you believe him, though really looking at him and his big brown eyes is enough to wash a surge of sadness over you. 

Eddie uses his thumb to wipe the fresh tears from under your lashes, grazing the tip of your now stuffy nose with his knuckle. You wrinkle it and he grins. 

Eddie’s thinking about it too. How upset you’d looked. How upset you look now. But he also remembers something else. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

“Not really, no.”

You hadn’t wanted to talk about your feelings then, and that was understandable because you hadn’t seen the guy in forever. But it’s different now. Isn’t it? Eddie feels differently for you. And he can see that you care about him, obviously, but what if he’s reading this wrong? What if you don’t want him as anything other than a friend?

This time though, you do look up at him. “It’s not true. I know your brain is telling you that, and maybe you even hear your parents saying that shit, and if your mind works anything like mine does–and I think it does–then I know it’s so fucking annoying, and you can’t do anything without hearing some negative response.”

“But it isn’t true. You work your ass off, and you’re kind and caring, and I’m sorry, but I can’t have you thinking otherwise, you hear me?”

You nod your head, and Eddie’s quick to swipe up the tear he sees fall, before you even know you’re crying. 

He gets up, coming over to where you're sitting and crouching in front of you. He puts his hands on your knees, but you push them off and stand, forcing him to follow so that he doesn’t bust his ass. 

You wipe your face off, drag your hands across your jeans, the feeling of Eddie’s hand on yours still burning through your nerves. 

“Eddie, I think I’m gonna go home.”

Something about this, about the tone in your voice, how resigned you sound, makes Eddie frustrated. 

He doesn’t move from his place in front of you. He can’t just let this go. He isn’t wired that way. 

“So this is how it’s gonna go, huh?”

You blink at him. “What are you talking about?”

He puts his hands on his hips, and he knows he looks like Wayne, he knows it, but he can’t find it in himself to care right now. 

“You come over, you’re upset, but you won’t talk to me about it, and when you do start to talk about it, you give me vague answers and you shrug it off. That’s not talking, Y/N.”

“This is hard for me, Eddie! I don’t know what to do with myself when someone wants to listen to me, okay?”

“I understand that, but you’ve gotta at least try.”

“Try what?”

“Letting me in, for fucks sake! I can’t fucking help you, if you won’t let me in!”

Eddie sounds exasperated. And now you’re both shouting at each other. Shouting.

“Eddie, I–”

“Listen, just give me a second. You wouldn’t talk about what happened that night you stayed over except vaguely–and that’s okay with me–but then you wouldn't talk to me the other day, either. And now you’re just…I feel like you’re shutting me out.”

“I want to help you, and I know it takes time to open up, but I know that you know you’re safe with me. And I want to help make it better. I want you, Y/N, and I just–why won’t you let me in?”

It feels like your heart has stopped. Like he’s messing with you. But you know better than that. And you should’ve known that was coming at some point. 

“Eddie, don’t say that.”

“Say what?” He wants to hear the words leave your mouth. 

You mess with your fingers, and he grabs your hands to get you to quit. “That you want me, Eddie. You can’t just say that.”

“And why can’t I, huh? Because it involves feelings? Y’know those things that you won’t share with me?”

You step a little ways back from him, but you’re still cornered. He knows that stung, but if he hadn’t said it now, he might never have at all. 

“Eddie, you can’t actually want me. You’ve said it yourself, I’m incapable of being open and not fucking things up! Look at what we’re doing!”

“And what if I do want you? What then?”

“Then I don’t know!” you yell, louder than you’d intended. 

Eddie moves away from you then, sitting back down, and crossing his arms. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, despite the fact that you’re arguing. 

“I never said you were fucking things up. And I didn’t say you were incapable of being open,” he breathes. “That’s all I want, for you to be open with me. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me, like you have to let that shit eat you alive.”

“But aren’t I? Fucking it up? Eddie, you’re the only friend I’ve got and you’re being honest with me and all I’ve done is fuss at you. That’s like, the definition of fucking things up.”

“You’re not. I just want you to let me in.”

You’re both quiet for a minute. You walk around the trailer, cleaning up your lunch and grabbing your things. It’s mindless, and you’re not even sure you want to go home. 

“I meant what I said,” Eddie starts. “I do want you. And I mean as more than just a friend. I’m—” I’m falling in love with you. But he doesn’t say that. He doesn’t say that he wishes he’d said so sooner. That he’d told you in high school. None of that matters now. He wants you, and he thinks he always will. 

“I would never lie to you about that,” he says. 

You take a shaky breath. “I know that you wouldn’t, Eddie. I just…I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me. You do know.”

“I think maybe you should want someone who’s not so much trouble.”

And Eddie can’t say anything, because you’ve already turned and rushed down the stairs, the door slamming shut behind you. 

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sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 3)

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summary: sid and annie have the fight that ends it all

warnings: general angst, swearing

author’s note: hi friends! i'm so happy you're all loving this series! this is a flashback to the fight sid and annie have that ends their relationship, so this happens eight years in the past. it's short but it's important to the plot! enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Sidney had just come home from a gruelling game against the Flyers where he’d taken one too many hits and they’d lost in OT. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and hold Annie, forgetting about the shitty day he’d had.

But when he unlocked the door to their house he found Annie sitting in the living room, tears staining her face as she stared blankly ahead. Sid dropped his bag and rushed over to her, kneeling in front of Annie and cupping her face in his hands.

“Annie?,” Sid whispered as he wiped at her cheeks. She blinked and met his eyes, her green ones brimmed with unshed tears. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

“Do you love me?”

“More than anything,” Sidney replied quickly, scanning her face for any sign as to what was going on. “Baby-”

“I can’t do this anymore Sid,” Annie breathed out, eyes shutting as she said the words. “I… You’re never home and when you are all you’re focused on is hockey. I just can’t be second place anymore.”

Sidney looked over Annie’s face for any signs that she was bluffing but only found hurt and sadness there, “Baby where is this coming from? How long have you felt like this?”

Annie stood, shaking her head as she walked away from him, “Forever Sid! I’m never your first thought. I, god, I want to spend my life with you and you can’t even consider me! You’re never here and when you are all you can think about is hockey. Will I ever come before that?”

Sid sighed, running his hands down his face, “Honey, I just do-”

“Why the hell am I still here if you can’t make me a priority Sidney?”

There’s a crisp in the room as Annie’s words sink in. Sidney looks over at her, the determined look on her face despite her wet cheeks. That was his Annie, always overpowering her weaknesses to protect herself.

“Baby I’m trying! Don’t you see that?,” Sidney begged. “I love you so much, more than anything in this world, Annie. But I also have a team to think about, a whole fucking franchise riding on my shoulders! Don’t they matter too?”

Annie let out a laugh at that, running her hand through her hair, “Yes Sidney, they do matter. And they clearly matter more than me.”

Annie turned and walked away from Sidney, who quickly followed her. She went upstairs into their bedroom, Sid’s heart sinking as he watched her pull out a suitcase from their shared closet.

“Baby, don’t do this. Please, let’s talk,” Sid begged as he stood in front of Annie, gripping her shoulders tightly. “I can… We can work something out?”

“Are you willing to compromise on your hockey schedule? Take things for the team out of your schedule so I can see you more than twice a week,” Annie asked, lips turned down. When Sid didn’t answer she huffed and pushed past him. “Yeah… Didn’t think so.”

Sidney watched in silence as Annie began tossing things into her suitcase, tears streaming down her face. He wanted to say something, anything, to make her stay. But he was at a loss for words, only snapping out of his thoughts when Annie was standing right in front of him.

“I’m sorry Sid, I never wanted it to end like this. But I need to look after myself,” Annie took in a deep breath, then leaned up to press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you Sidney.”

Without so much as another word, Sidney Crosby watched Annie Wright walk out of their bedroom with his heart clutched tightly in her hand.

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[goodnightmemes]

YELLOWJACKETS SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ The only thing you should ever say to the police is, "I want my lawyer." That's why I put it on the cookie. ❜

❛ Before you go, you should take some Hawaii 5-0 punch. It's just regular Hawaiian punch, but I gave it a snazzier name. ❜

❛ I might have to break up with him. Unless I get lucky and he just disappears. ❜

❛ I don't want to talk about the future, anyways. I'm all about living in the moment. ❜

❛ You're, like, holding on to me or whatever. That's, like, haunting 101. ❜

❛ I had to cut back the rations again. There's not much left. ❜

❛ The thought of you with someone else always scared me. But it also turned me on. ❜

❛ I'll make a solid kidnapper out of you yet. ❜

❛ There's no such thing as false hope. There's just hope. ❜

❛ I'm not scared of you. I'm never gonna be scared of you. ❜

❛ This is how you're choosing to say "I love you," for the first time? ❜

❛ You weren't the only smart one. You just liked to think you were. ❜

❛ What if my only way of dealing is to numb myself into oblivion? ❜

❛ They're too focused on their own shit to even notice that I'm gone. ❜

❛ Well...you're not a picture of normalcy yourself. ❜

❛ I can feel your heart beating. ❜

❛ Everyone has their role. ❜

❛ Stop reliving this! You're in the vise grip of your trauma. ❜

❛ Every time that you try to save someone, a lot of bad shit happens. ❜

❛ Serial killers love puzzles. It's a documented fact. ❜

❛ For fuck's sake, shut up! Don't you see how much damage you are doing? ❜

❛ I don't even know where you end and I begin. ❜

❛ Believe me, if I could relax about anything ever, I promise you, I would. ❜

❛ As I'm sure you can imagine, emotions can run high in a place like this. ❜

❛ You never know when you might need to leave the country sans passport. ❜

❛ It made me feel like...I didn't know what was going to happen. And I liked that. ❜

❛ You can't blame yourself. We all did it together. ❜

❛ Dude, I don't even remember what socks I put on today. ❜

❛ I guess I'd kind of do anything to see him again, you know? ❜

❛ Moving in with you means everything in my life changes. ❜

❛ I think shit is gonna get a lot worse out here. ❜

❛ Thing is...it's one thing to point a gun at a person. It's another thing to use it. ❜

❛ There's a look people get when they realize they're going to die. It's that one. ❜

❛ My hand wasn't shaking because I was afraid. It was shaking because of how badly I wanted to do this. ❜

❛ I'm gonna live how I want to. How I know I'm meant to. And I'm gonna be the person that I know I am. ❜

❛ They're all lucky to have you. It's pretty rare to have a friend who's relentlessly got your back. ❜

❛ In small towns, everyone knows who and where the weirdos are. ❜

❛ I don't normally hitchhike and...look like this. ❜

❛ I know that you're depressed. I know that you can't see it, but I can always tell. ❜

❛ Yes, I am still depressed because it's kind of a forever thing, but I'm doing real work. ❜

❛ And I swear to God, if you lie to me again…I am so fucking over secrets. Like, I can't. ❜

❛ Oh, my fucking God. So, you… you killed a person? ❜

❛ Maybe one day I can talk to you about it, but for now, can that just be enough? ❜

❛ I don't understand why you won't see what's right in front of you. ❜

❛ I'm sorry I disappointed you. I love you even when you try to control me. But I'm okay now! ❜

❛ I think we need to get you out of here. ❜

❛ But I just got here. I don't - I don't want to leave you. ❜

❛ As parents, it's part of our job. We have to protect her, we have to shield her from making the same shitty mistakes we made. To throw our fucking bodies in front of her if that's what we have to do. ❜

❛ No, you can't deny this anymore. There is something deep inside of you that is connected to all of this. ❜

❛ So, you gonna tell me why you're here, or are we just gonna pretend this isn't super weird? ❜

❛ I'm doing a fucking thing here. I don't need you getting in my way. ❜

❛ If I happen to mention sacrificing anything on an altar, well, just ignore that part, okay? Thanks. ❜

❛ Do you get how lucky we are? Some people never find someone they trust enough to share their deepest secrets. ❜

❛ You think I'm capable of murder? ❜

❛ You're charming and impulsive, which are traits of most serial killers. Only, you pull it off. ❜

❛ Look, all I'm trying to say is, I like you regardless of your extracurricular activities. ❜

❛ That's medication for me to mind my own business. You should take two. ❜

❛ Maybe you don't have to be dying to have regrets. ❜

❛ I'm mixing my pop culture metaphors 'cause I'm fucking upset! ❜

❛ I can't ask you for your help 'cause I don't want to hurt any more of the people I love. ❜

❛ You should know better than anyone we can't define a person based on their past. ❜

❛ I don't need your fucking prayers, I need you to have my back. ❜

❛ We weren't alone out there. ❜

❛ You should get the hell away from me. I'm poison. I ruin people. ❜

❛ We did so much fucked up shit out there. And, yeah, maybe it was to survive. Maybe. But I don't think we deserved to. ❜

❛ Women have been having babies for millions of years. You're gonna be fine. ❜

❛ The wilderness recognizes your sacrifice. And so do I. ❜

❛ The power of that place. The god of that place. We did terrible things in Its name. ❜

❛ It's all your fault. There's just something wrong with you. You always do this. ❜

❛ Aren't you probably the last person who should be giving me legal advice right now? ❜

❛ I know I have no right to ask you this, but truly, what is going on with you? ❜

❛ I just want to know you haven't given up on love. ❜

❛ Maybe I have given up on love. But don't flatter yourself. It's not because of you. ❜

❛ You know I don't deserve your friendship, right? I just hurt people. ❜

❛ Suffering is inevitable. And only by meeting it with compassion can we truly begin to grow. ❜

❛ I never even wanted to be a mom. ❜

❛ I did not start out a bad person. But in case you haven't noticed, life doesn't tend to turn out the way you think it will. ❜

❛ Oh, no. What happened? Fuck, are we going to jail? ❜

❛ It's you and me against the whole world. ❜

❛ You lost a lot of blood and you were unconscious. We thought we lost you. ❜

❛ I kept surviving all this shit that should've killed me, and I just...I figured it meant something. You know, like maybe it meant that I had some kind of purpose in all of this, but, uh...Yeah. I'm not fucking seeing it. ❜

❛ I need to know why the fuck I'm still here. ❜

❛ Shouldn't you be in therapy? ❜

❛ I'm not like you, okay? I don't think of killing as a joke. ❜

❛ I really am very grateful that your hobby seems to be figuring out how to be the perfect serial killer. ❜

❛ I've always kept my daughter at arm's length. I think just out of fear that she would...die, I guess. Or maybe that she was never even real to begin with. ❜

❛ I can't have another death on my hands. ❜

❛ I can't wait for you. I don't have that kind of time. ❜

❛ Tell me, is there anything of value in this life that doesn't come with risk? ❜

❛ Does a hunt that has no violence feed anyone? ❜

❛ What, do you want to casually reminisce about our time in fucking oblivion? ❜

❛ Well, if I'm repressing things I don't know about, I am very okay with never figuring it out. ❜

❛ I know there's a lot of pain. You need to let it out. ❜

❛ I don't understand. You measured the grave to the standard six feet? ❜

❛ You're lying to me. And I want to know why. ❜

❛ Maybe [name] dying wouldn't be the worst thing. ❜

❛ When they get a whiff of how much of a liar your mom is, they'll realize that the ❜ psychopath apple doesn't fall far from the fucked-up, man-eating tree. ❜

❛ So, this is what you've all been doing with your lives? Chasing blackmailers and murdering lovers? ❜

❛ I think we can agree that it's in everyone's best interest that [name] is gone. ❜

❛ If I die, don't waste my body. Promise me. ❜

❛ I thought you loved all of me, like I love all of you. ❜

❛ We put ourselves in danger for you. You've been using us! ❜

❛ I've been trying to fix...No. I have been telling myself that I've been trying to fix things and make the problems go away, but the truth is, I've just been doing stuff that makes it worse. ❜

❛ We're all pretty messed up. It's time we finally fucking talk about it. ❜

❛ This isn't something that therapies can fix. ❜

❛ I think that you might be taking this whole, like, cult leader persona thing... a tad far. ❜

❛ I never meant... I didn't want this. ❜

❛ You started this. It's done. And it's going to save all of our lives. ❜

❛ I appreciate you trying to teach me...forgiveness. It's a nice idea. ❜

❛ I let him die in my place. It was supposed to be me. ❜

❛ You're a good person. You really don't belong in this place. ❜

❛ I'm not ashamed. I'm glad I'm alive. And I don't think that any of us who are still here should feel ashamed of that. Ever. ❜

❛ That was a beautiful false confession. I could see it came out of real love. ❜

❛ You want to help me move this body? ❜

❛ It's up to you. You can submit. Or you can run. ❜

❛ You know there's no "it," right? It was just us. ❜

❛ I never wanted to be in charge. ❜

❛ No. I'm not supposed to be here. ❜

❛ This is exactly where we belong. We've been here for years. ❜

❛ It's not evil. Just hungry. Like us. ❜

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[daisynik7]

On Pins and Needles

Pairing: Mitsuya x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4.1k

Summary: You babysit Luna and Mana for the first time. Mitsuya catches up with Draken before attending a short, but tumultuous Toman meeting at Musashi Shrine.

Author's Note: Please enjoy chapter 2 of this series! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated. Would love to hear what you think about this so far! You can also read this on my ao3.

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“You cooked spaghetti? From scratch?” Mitsuya hovers over the hot pan on the stove, covered to keep warm. “Are you sure it’s edible?”

Draken punches him playfully in the arm, smirking. “Shut up, asshole. I didn’t invite you for dinner just to talk shit.”

He nudges his friend in the ribs. “I just never thought I’d see you all domesticated and shit. It’s creeping me out.”

“Do you want to eat or not?” he huffs, shoving a clean plate towards him.

Draken and Mitsuya have known each other since they were kids, friends bounded forever by their matching dragon tattoos. It wouldn’t seem like it, considering how attached to the hip he is with Mikey, but Draken remains the most loyal to Mitsuya, and vice versa. To see his friend like this, cooking regular dinners in a normal apartment with his long-term girlfriend is a dream he’s been wishing for since the night they shared that meal together at his unusual home. Draken has never lived an ordinary life; orphaned, raised by sex workers in a brothel, destined to be a delinquent from the start. Out of everyone, he’s the most deserving of simplicity, of stability. And it seems at last, he’s found it. 

Mitsuya twirls his fork around the heaping pile of pasta, sticking the huge bite into his mouth. Surprised, he blurts out, “Oh shit, it’s actually good.”

Draken kicks him in the shin from across the table, grunting. “Of course it’s fucking good, did you think I’d serve you shitty spaghetti?”

Laughing, Mitsuya swallows the rest of his food, sipping on his glass of water. “When did you learn to cook? It hasn’t been that long since I was here last, right?” He usually comes over to hang out with Draken and Emma at least once a month, whenever his mom isn’t working the night shift. Their meals always involve ordering take-out or delivery, and the kitchen remains untouched unless they’re reheating leftovers. So, the sudden switch to homemade meals is a pleasant surprise. 

“I started about three weeks ago,” Draken answers, chewing on a meatball. 

“Why?”

He doesn’t respond right away, properly finishing his bite, staring down at his plate. Then, he announces, “Emma’s pregnant.”

Mitsuya’s eyes widen, and a piece of food drops from his mouth. “Holy shit,” is all he manages to utter.

Draken finally looks up, grinning, eyes glowing with joy. “I know.”

They both get up from their seats to embrace, Mitsuya patting him hard on the back, repeating, “Holy shit!” a little more excited this time. 

“It’s fucking nuts, man. When she showed me the test, I lost it. Who knew that pee on a stick would make a grown man cry?” There are tears in his eyes now, shaking his head at his friend, still in disbelief. “The next day, I decided that we need to start saving money, which means no more eating out. So, I learned how to cook. And I guess I’m pretty good at it.”

For the third time, Mitsuya mutters, “Holy shit,” unable to stop grinning. 

“I can’t wait for Emma to get home from work so she can show you the picture. She specifically told me not to show you until she’s here, so you’re going to have to wait.” The two boys sit down to return to their meal, enjoying their pasta with bigger smiles on their faces. 

“She’s working? Doesn’t she get maternity leave or something?” 

“Idiot, they don’t give maternity leave till the third trimester. She’s only eleven weeks pregnant right now.”

Mitsuya nods silently, stuffing his mouth with another bite. It’s at this point that he is reminded how young he is, ignorant to adult matters such as this. Draken’s always seemed much older than his age, forced to grow up too fast. Both he and Emma opted out of high school. Draken started working as a mechanic for a local car shop as soon as he turned sixteen while Emma climbed her way through retail jobs until she landed a receptionist role at a dentist’s office down the street. And although they don’t make the most money, they are steady. Solid. Most important, they’re happy. “Can’t believe Ken Ryuguji is going to be a father,” Mitsuya says quietly, more to himself than the soon-to-be dad in front of him. 

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?”

He gazes at his friend. “It’s actually the least crazy thing I’ve heard. You’re going to be a great dad, Draken.”

He chuckles, blushing. “Come on, man. Don’t say such sappy shit.” He smiles, focusing on the plate of food in front of him, clearly elated. 

It's exciting news, of course, and Mitsuya is beyond thrilled about it. He can’t help being nervous for his friends, though, especially since Draken is still very much affiliated with Toman. Don’t get him wrong, he would die for Toman. He would kill for Toman. Is it a good idea to welcome a new baby into this type of world? Expose them to crime, violence, unwavering and sometimes dangerous loyalty? He wouldn’t change his life for anything; that doesn’t mean he’s blind to the flaws and obstacles involved in it. 

Halfway through their meal, Emma arrives, excited to see him. “Taka!” she greets happily, dropping her bag on the floor. He glances at her belly, searching for any signs of a baby in there; he considers re-taking sex ed based on how oblivious he is about this. She flicks his head, laughing. “I take it that Draken already told you the news. And no, I’m not showing yet.”

He scratches the nape of his neck, embarrassed. “Ha, I know. I was just…checking.”

The parents-to-be cackle, amused at how dense he is for someone who is already legally an adult. They poke fun at him even harder when Emma reveals the sonogram, and he can’t properly locate the fetus, exclaiming, “Why does it look like an alien?!”

Emma sits at the table with them, helping herself to a large plate of her boyfriend’s spaghetti, slurping on a big bite of noodles. Mitsuya asks, “So, how did Mikey react to the news?”

She wipes residual sauce off her lips with a napkin, answering, “Well, we haven’t told him yet.”

He glances at Emma, then at Draken, confused. “What? Why?”

Both of them focus on their plates, avoiding eye contact. “It’s not the right time yet.”

He doesn’t pester them further, noticing Emma’s now quiet disposition at the mention of her brother. It’s strange to think that they’re keeping something as important as this from Mikey, someone they practically worship, someone they love. What could be the reason? Reading the room, Mitsuya doesn’t mention anything involving Mikey the rest of dinner, instead catching them up on school, his sisters, and his most recent project, which is teaching his classmate Shimizu how to sew. They listen intently, happy to hear that he’s doing well, for the most part. Draken shows him a few of the recipes he’s tried so far, with Emma in the background raving about each one. As it approaches closer to nine, the two men leave on their motorbikes towards Musashi Shrine for the big Toman meeting. 

They ride beside each other, the night breeze surrounding them in an exhilarating rush of wind, cruising through the bustling streets of Shibuya. Mitsuya always feels nostalgia cruising next to his old friend, as if they’re still kids, acting tough and pretending to know what they’re getting themselves into. In reality, they had no clue what being in a gang entailed. At the time, it’s what gave them purpose; it gave them power. And being young and impressionable teenagers, that’s all they wanted: to be a part of something bigger and greater than themselves. 

“Hey, Mitsuya,” Draken yells over the sound of his engine. “About Mikey. I know it’s been a while since you’ve been to a captain’s meeting. So just a heads up: he’s been acting a little different recently.”

“What do you mean?” 

“He just doesn’t seem like himself. We haven’t seen him outside a Toman meeting in over a month. Emma’s tried to reach out to him, but he always says he’s too busy to hang out. We don’t have a clue what’s going on with him.” Their reaction from earlier makes sense in this context. Knowing Emma, she’d want to share the big news with her older brother in person, not through text or phone. 

Draken continues. “I’ve been so busy at the shop, so I haven’t had much free time myself. Still, I try to get through to Mikey, but he just doesn’t let me in. He’s even shutting out Takemitchy, and he loves that guy.”

Mitsuya is unsure how to respond. Being so preoccupied himself, he hasn’t been the best at keeping in touch with Mikey either. If his precious little sister can’t get through to him, who else can?

They arrive outside the shrine, parking their bikes at their usual spot, hidden from the public. Draken readjusts the braid on his head while Mitsuya fixes his helmet hair. “Do you think Mikey is okay, though?” It’s a silly question in retrospect, after hearing how withdrawn he’s being. To him, it’s all that matters; that his friend, who’s been through more shit than anyone else in a mere 18 years of living, is okay. 

With a serious expression on his face, Draken replies, “Is Mikey ever just okay?”

~~~

While you slice scallions at the countertop in the kitchen, Luna and Mana sit cross-legged around the dining table, concentrated on drawing in their notebooks. You glance over to them, asking, “What are you drawing now, girls?”

“Fruit!” Luna answers. “What’s your favorite fruit, Miss Shimizu? I can draw it.”

You stop cutting to face them, smiling. “I like apples. And you don’t have to call me Miss, Luna. You can just call me Hana.”

“Okay Hana! I’ll draw some apples.” Luna grabs the red, green, and yellow crayons from the box, sketching her next piece on a new page.

The other sister has her tongue out, brows knit tightly together, extremely focused on the piece of paper in front of her. “How about you, Mana?” you ask, kneeling beside her. “What are you drawing?” 

“An elephant,” she replies, expression relaxing a bit. 

“Wow! Look at its big, long trunk! And floppy ears! It’s really great,” you compliment, patting her on the head. 

She grins at you. “Thank you!”

Earlier, the three of you watched a few episodes of their favorite anime until you heard their stomachs rumbling, hungry for dinner. Mitsuya showed you the pantry with the instant ramen; you scoped the rest of the shelves, finding a can of Spam and some sesame seeds to elevate it. 

You return to the cutting board, finishing off the rest of the green onions you found in the fridge, checking on the eggs you’re boiling on the stove. You’re hoping to get them soft-boiled, which would be a perfect addition to the meal. The last ingredient you prepare is the Spam; you slice and chop half a can into bite sized pieces, sautéing it in a pan until it’s slightly grilled on all four sides, setting it aside on a plate covered in a paper towels to soak the remaining grease. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch Luna and Mana sniffing the air, eyes lighting up. Mana exclaims, “Smells yummy!” You smile to yourself, excited to see their delight, hoping that they like it. 

By the time it’s almost seven, you instruct the girls to clear the table, which they do diligently. When they return, their eyes sparkle at the bowl of ramen in front of them. 

“Wow!” they exclaim together, inhaling the aroma steaming from the soup. 

Even you can admit that you did a good job with this; the presentation is delectable with the perfectly soft-boiled egg yolk running into the broth, pieces of meat scattered generously, all topped with a flourish of green onions and sesame seeds. If it doesn’t taste good, at least it looks good. 

Thankfully, it’s a hit with the girls, who slurp their noodles cheerfully, adding their own commentary between bites. 

“The Spam is so yummy!”

“The soup is so tasty!”

“This egg is perfect!”

“It’s so delicious!”

You try not to let the praise get to your head, remembering that your two critics are little girls and not professionals; still, you feel warm and fuzzy inside, seeing their bright faces enjoying the dish your prepared for them. Sipping on a spoonful of broth, you ask casually, “What kind of food does your mom cook?”

After slurping on a long noodle, Luna responds, “Mom doesn’t really cook. She only knows how to make rice. And that doesn’t count because it’s in a rice cooker.” 

“Taka does all the cooking for us!” Mana chimes in, squishing a piece of Spam between her fingers before popping it into her mouth.

Your ears perk up at the mention of their older brother. Seriously, what can’t he do? “So what are your favorite meals that he makes?”

Mana replies, “He makes really good fried rice!”

“Oh, and chicken stir fry!” Luna adds. “He makes ramen sometimes when he’s in a hurry, but he doesn’t put all this yummy stuff like you do.”

“You should teach him how to make it like this!” the youngest suggests.

“I’m sure he doesn’t need me to teach him anything.” After all, he’s the one teaching you. What could he possibly learn from you that he doesn’t already know himself? There’s nothing special about you; you’reordinary. 

The three of you finish the rest of your meal, bellies full and nourished, ready to continue the night playing with their dolls and action figures. Each toy has a detailed backstory that you listen to with intrigue. Their Hello Kitty doll is in love with the Bumblebee Transformer; their romance ends tragically because the robot lives a double life as a car and the cat hates cars. Their creepily realistic baby doll is the child of Goku, who appears to have been played with too roughly over the years. They zoom around the world, which in this case is their living room, fighting giant Pikachu, who Mana portrays perfectly. 

Five different make-believe scenarios later, it’s already past nine. What time do children usually sleep anyways on a Friday night? Before you can suggest bedtime, Luna and Mana both surround you, peering up at you with irresistible puppy dog eyes. “Hana, can we please get some ice cream from Lawson’s? It’s just down the street.”

“Please Miss Hana!”

“It’ll be really quick!”

You smirk, unable to deny them when they’ve been so well-behaved all night. “Alright, but you have to stay with me the whole time, okay? No running off.”

“We promise!”

“We can hold hands!”

And that’s what you do, walking along the pathway towards the 24-hour convenience store, both girls at either side of you, cheering when they see the illuminated blue sign sparkling in the distance. Inside, they pick out their favorite frozen treat while you do the same, adding a few snacks you think they’d like for the next time you babysit. On the way back to their house, you stay huddled together, enjoying your ice cream in the peaceful late-night breeze.

~~~

Mitsuya and Draken sit on the steps, waiting for more of the captains and vice-captains to arrive before heading up. Takemitchy, Chifuyu, and Hakkai arrive together, greeting Mitsuya gleefully after not having seen him in a while. Eventually, Smiley and Mucho show up, and all together, they head up the stairs, passing through the swarm of men standing at attention. 

Mikey is already front and center, long overcoat hanging proudly over his shoulders. He towers over everyone else despite his small stature; it’s a skill that only Toman’s leader holds. When the other captains arrive, they stand before him, except for Draken, who takes his place beside Mikey. Mitsuya notices them talking to each other quietly, hands covering their mouths to prevent the others from reading their lips. Mikey gives him a subtle glare, turning away to avoid his gaze. What was said to instigate a reaction like that?

Draken’s voice booms loudly. “Alright, listen up! Mikey’s got something to say!”

Mikey steps forward, staring blankly at the crowd in front of him. “There’s a new gang that has emerged from Shinjuku: The Leviathans. I’m sure some of you have already heard about them. They are small, but they’re quickly growing in numbers each passing day. They’re promising new members freedom to do as they please, which means these thugs are picking fights with anyone that crosses their path. I’ve encountered a few already.”

The crowd starts buzzing, some sharing their own stories, others surprised at this recent development. When it gets too loud, Draken yells out, “Shut up!”

Quiet again, Mikey continues. “They’re amateurs when it comes to fighting, but they’re all unhinged and hungry for blood, which makes them dangerous.”

“Too dangerous for Toman? Yeah right!” someone yells. “Let them fight us. We always win!”

Draken repeats, more aggressively this time, “Shut up! Let Mikey talk!”

With a serious expression on his face, Mikey says, “That being said, maybe we need people like that in Toman. Men who are willing to die for our cause. So, we’ve devised a plan to infiltrate the Leviathans and absorb them into Toman.”

The bustle amongst the men grows louder. Someone asks, “How are we going to do that?”

Draken starts, but Mikey cuts him off instantly. “I’ve assigned Kisaki and Hanma to lead the charge.”

The vice-leader gapes at him, clearly shocked by this. Mitsuya reacts similarly, turning to Takemitchy beside him and whispering, “What?! Kisaki and Hanma?” He hasn’t forgotten the trouble those two have caused for Toman and his friends. Lies, deceit, lack of empathy, cruelty, this only scratches the surface of what those two have exhibited since they joined a few years ago. 

Takemitchy glances at him, also stunned. “What’s Mikey thinking?”

“I’m also appointing them to third and fourth division captains.”

This causes an uproar, even from Draken. “Mikey! When did we decide on this?!”

Without looking his way, Mikey states, “I decided it right now.”

Takemitchy runs up to him, pleading, “Mikey, don’t do this! We can’t trust them! Remember what they did during the fight with Taiju?”

Mikey kneels, staring him down in the face, dead in the eyes, gripping the collar on his shirt. “Are you questioning my memory Takemitchy? Do you think I’m stupid enough to forgot?”

He shakes his head. “No, no, no Mikey! I’m not saying that at all! I’m just…shocked you would trust them with something to important!”

“Who else should I trust to tame wild beasts but the wild beasts themselves?” he mutters, pushing his friend off, standing to address the gang. “My decision is final. If you don’t like it, feel free to leave Toman. Just remember: if you’re not with us, you’re against us. Dismissed.”

With that, Mikey, turns on his heel, not bothering to elaborate his announcement to anyone else despite their protests. Draken follows him, talking to him with no response, the two disappearing in the darkness. The rest of the men burst into chatter, many of them questioning Mikey’s decision, a few agreeing with him blindly. 

Mitsuya stands beside Takemitchy, placing his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, sighing. “Don’t worry. I’m sure there’s a reason for this. We just have to trust Mikey.”

Takemitchy turns to face him, tears in his eyes. “Has Draken told you?”

“About what?”

“How Mikey’s been lately?”

He shrugs. “He told me he’s been a little quiet. So what?”

He grabs Mitsuya’s shoulders, shaking him. “That’s an understatement! Mikey hasn’t talked to any of us! We have no idea what he’s doing. It’s like he’s not even here!”

“Takemitchy, calm down – ”

“He’s gone, Mitsuya. And I don’t know where to find him.” There’s desperation in his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks, gripping tightly to his jacket. 

He didn’t realize how bad it’s gotten. No one told him that Mikey was behaving this way until recently. His regular life as a student sheltered him from this, so much that he neglected it, missing out on meetings and regular hangouts with his crew. He forgot what his major priorities are: aside from being Luna and Mana’s big brother, he’s a Tokyo Manji gang member for life. That’s what he signed up for five years ago. That’s what he committed his future to.

“Takemitchy, we’ll bring him back, okay? Mikey’s not gone. He’s just lost. We’ll bring him back,” he repeats, reassuring his buddy. “We’ll bring him back.”

~~~

After your little trip to the store for ice cream, you instruct the girls to brush their teeth and get ready for bed, which is met by disappointed groans. When you offer to watch one movie with them before they sleep, they’re frowns turn into smiles, hurrying to change into their pajamas so that the three of you can cuddle on the couch, surrounded by blankets, squished between the giant Pikachu and a few random plushies they collected from their bedroom. Halfway through the film, Luna’s eyes begin to drift closed, while Mana is already snoring to your other side. As gently as possible, you carry them one-by-one into their room, laying them carefully on their mattress. With both kids tucked comfortably beneath the covers, you shut the door quietly, heading to the couch to finish the rest of the movie on a lower volume. It’s past eleven when you hear keys jingling from outside and the front door creak open. 

You turn to see Mitsuya emerge from the darkness of the hallway. “Hey,” he greets in a hushed voice. “Sorry I’m a little late. I grabbed a bite with some of my friends before heading home.” He scans the room, smirking at all the stuffed animals chilling on the couch. “I’m assuming things went well, since it doesn’t look like a complete disaster in here.”

“Yeah. It was fun. Your sisters are really sweet. They even drew something to decorate the fridge.” You point out the artwork hung by magnets, one of the elephant Mana created, the other of the variety of apples by Luna. 

“That’s awesome,” he says, smiling. He glances at the stove, inspecting the pot on top of one of the burners. “What did you end up making for dinner?”

“Just some instant ramen. I added a few ingredients to make it fancy.”

“Wow. I’m impressed.” He uncovers the lid, smelling the leftover soup. “If I had known you had extras, I would have just eaten here instead.”

“There’s not that much left over. There’s half a can of Spam and an extra soft-boiled egg in the fridge in case you want to add that in for tomorrow.” You lean against the counter, watching him. 

“A soft-boiled egg? You really did make it fancy. The girls must have loved it.”

“Yeah, I think they did. They even said I should teach you how to make it.”

He chuckles, eyes twinkling at you. “Maybe you should. I’m always down to learn.”

There’s an odd flutter in your belly, unfamiliar and foreign. Doing your best to ignore it, you change gears quickly. “Anyways, I should probably head home before it gets too late.”

“I’ll take you. I can’t let you walk alone when it’s almost midnight.”

You wave him off. “I’ll be fine, I only live ten minutes away – ”

He interjects, slipping into his shoes. “I’m taking you. It’s the least I could do for making you watch the brats tonight.”

“You’re already teaching me how to sew, that’s more than enough.”

“So let me just take you home, then, okay? It’s really not a big deal.”

He’s being very persistent, and you don’t want to appear rude by repeatedly rejecting his offer. So, you relent, gathering your bag, following him out the door towards the motorbike. He passes you the same helmet from earlier, grinning. “I promise I’ll go slower this time,” he says, giving you a wink. The weird sensation in the pit of your stomach returns, only growing stronger as you slide your hands around his waist, reciting your address to him before he fires the engine, zooming out of the neighborhood. 

Five minutes later, you arrive outside your home, windswept and flustered, most importantly, in one piece. Hopping off the bike, you unbuckle the helmet, passing it to him. 

“Keep it,” he says, pushing it back towards you. 

You stare at him, bewildered. He laughs, explaining, “I don’t usually take anyone else on the bike, so you can keep it for now. Just remember to bring it on Fridays.”

Not wanting to question him further, you murmur, “Okay. Thank you.”

“I’ll see you at school.”

“Yeah. Have a good weekend.”

He waves, rolling his bike in the opposite direction and cruising away. 

With the helmet cradled in your hands, you head inside your house, greeting your parents before you run into your room, face hot with this unfamiliar sensation kindling in your chest.

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[mouthfullofmunson]

Okay but Eddie and witch reader

They are both the freaks of Hawkins

She is pinned as the baby eating witch and he is a cult leader, both probably “devil worshippers”

She’s 18 and he’s 20 ofc

I think their styles are a lot alike, dark clothes, both with curly/wavy shag haircuts

They both have shitty families who kind of abandoned them

He lives with his uncle and she lives with her aunt

she even lives a couple trailers down from him

And to cope with their shitty lives they became obsessed with their “weird” interests

Eddie, d&d and guitar. Y/n crystals and all things witchcraft

They both know of each other but haven’t talked enough to really know each other

But they’ve been teased for absolutely forever and people making rumors that they were together

So one day they bump into each other and Eddie is teasing “hi baby eating witch”

“Hi cult leader”

And when they need to find a sub for hellfire since lucas has a game, Eddie goes to y/n to see if she knows how to play

And sadly, she doesn’t, but she is very willing to learn

So Eddie let’s her observe the hellfire game, making sure she takes notes during it and watches every move

And before they know it they are hanging out after school while Eddie teachers her how to play d&d

And since she was so willing to learn what he thinks is kind of boring to her he makes a deal with her and let’s her teach him about the crystals she’s always carrying and the witchcraft books she always reads

So she lends him a few books about witchcraft and he actually reads them- or attempts to

And his friends notice it before him

“Eddie are you… are you reading a book?”

They all watch him flip through the book at lunch

“Yeah, why does it matter to you?”

“You never read?”

“I read stuff!”

“Is it because of that girl? You have to be in love with her to be reading an actual book!”

And that’s when he realizes that he actually has a crush on the baby eating witch

So he becomes hyper aware of it when they hang out for their little lessons

And y/n notices that he’s being weird so she tries to say something but he shuts her down

“No I’m not being weird?! You’re being weird. You’re the weirdo.”

“Yeah, you’re just being extra weird today, freak.”

And he’s so terrified but he keeps looking at her lips while she talks and y/n notices it and gets frustrated after he ignores her words and watches her lips so she finally leans in and kisses him

And she’s surprised at how much she likes it

But she’s also had a thing for him since she was in the third grade and he was a big fifth grader

But he taste like cigarettes and the orange juice he stole from the cafeteria at school, drinking it straight out of the carton

Eddie is completely frozen but his brain forces him to move his lips with hers

And once she pulls away he is completely breathless

And a little terrified

Because he’s not had many kisses like that in his life

Most girls just want a quick hook up with him because they guessed he was desperate and wouldn’t tell anyone as long as they gave him a fuck- which was partly right…

And he freaks out a little until

“Why are you so shocked? You’ve been watching my mouth like a hawk for an hour now.”

And his head is racing and he cant help but think about what else her mouth can do 😕

So of course he pops a boner after the kiss

And there is no hiding it

When y/n notices she’s instantly flattered, and excited that Eddie munson has a hard on because of her

So she sinks onto his laundry covered floor and sits between his legs, asking him if she can pull his pants down

And beside answering her questions all he can do is lean back on his hands and watch with wide eyes and his mouth slightly ajar

He could believe the girl he read a book for actually likes him back, and actually kissed him, and is giving him a blow job?!

I think he would cum kind of quick

He didn’t know she had him so worked up until he finally got her

And then when she sits there, wiping her eyes and trying to catch her breath, he instantly feels guilty and knows he should return the favor

So he’s offering to eat her out- insisting actually, even though she said it’s no big deal and he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want

But he does want

He’s fantasies about her taste far too long to pass up the opportunity

Especially when he was peeking up her skirts any chance he got to see if she was bare under or if her thin panties showed the print of her

So they trade spots and he gets on his knees, helping her pull her dark blue lace panties down her thighs before he’s diving him

Hoping everything he’s doing feels good because he’s only had quick fucks with people who only bothered to get dick and leave

So he was worried especially since he never got the chance to give head before

Just doing whatever make her moan the loudest

And when she cums he’s so proud of himself

Having to refrain from jumping up, run around the trailer, then come back and get a double high five from her

It becomes a normal thing

Calling y/n over every other night so they can give each other head, maybe teach each other about d&d or witch craft, nap, and then she’s back to her trailer

And y/n invites him over to her trailer, apologizing for the overwhelming smell of incense, her aunt was a huge hippie and taught her everything she knew

So the trailer was decked out in witchy decor, loud colors, beaded curtains everywhere

And Eddie is so shocked her room is so nice, moon printed midnight blue bedding with neat little rugs by her bed and by her desk, no trash on the floor, no porno mags, her clothes all clean and neatly hung up or folded

And that night they finally have sex, candles going and the smell of y/n’s ‘full moon’ incense burning into their clothes

And they both decide that that’s when they are officially boyfriend and girlfriend

But they don’t acknowledge it until Eddie passes on plans with Dustin because he’s “going over to his girlfriends house” that night for a “family dinner”

Which means Wayne is coming over on his day off and meeting his sons girlfriend aunt for the first time and they are having a proper meeting

Wayne and y/n’s aunt would hit it off

And y/n’s aunt would absolutely adore Eddie

And Wayne would love y/n

Wayne would get so happy when y/n came over and he was there to sit and have a cup of coffee with her because she’s just so nice to talk to, there’s no work in the conversation it’s always light and breezy

And y/n’s aunt would be so excited when Eddie came over for a proper dinner instead of y/n shoving them in her room all night, only coming out when they want snacks

:)

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[prettywordsblog]

PAIRING Roman & gn reader

SUMMARY two friends, catching up. But the topic of childhood memories spark tensions.

WORD COUNT 1.7k

THEMES angst, one sided feelings, Roman being Roman

A/N got inspired when I was reading dog and bone on ao3 (go read it)

You and Roman have known each other since childhood. You, being Logan’s goddaughter, had grown up quite close to all the Roy children, but being closer in age to Roman meant that the two of you stuck together. Luckily, you never endured Logan’s toxicity— directly at least.

You often witnessed his wrath, unleashing on his poor children. It always made your head spin. Often, you’d stay up late, comforting whichever child that fell victim to his anger. And even more often, this was Roman.

The door of your apartment clicks open.

“Roman?”

“Nyello,” You hear his voice behind you. “I always forget how much I love your apartment. I really feel like I’m part of the lower middle class whenever I’m in here.”

You roll your eyes at his snarkiness, but smile. It’s nice to see your old friend.

“You really took your sweet time getting here didn’t you?”

He checks his watch. “Time is relative. I’m basically on time.”

“If on time means an hour late, sure.”

“We’re just hanging out, what’s the rush?” He sits on the couch across from you, slumping down on it like a bored schoolboy.

You raise your eyebrows “Well, if you showed up on time, we’d have more time together. Beer?”

“Yes please, madam” He says ‘madam’ with a certain sarcasm.

You grab two bottles and hand one to him. The two of you drink and talk for hours, like time hasn’t passed since you last saw each other. The conversations go from childish banter, to the siblings and the family.

“Maybe Logan will drop dead soon and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. He’s prehistoric.” You scoff. “I bet he witnessed that asteroid killing the dinosaurs.”

“Fingers crossed. But you know he’ll live forever just because he’s the embodiment of evil, and evil never dies.”

“I guess you’ll be around for a while then.”

“Oh fuck off,” He rolls his eyes. “I’m good. Unlike Dad I don’t have the soul of a sadist lurking under my skin.”

“Yeah, true. You got the soul of a masochist instead”

“Is that why I’m sitting here drinking beer with you instead of someone whose company I actually enjoy?”

You smile. “Yep.”

He takes a hearty sip of beer. “Sounds about right.”

Hours continue to pass. Time with him seems to fly by.

“Oh man, I'm going to hate myself tomorrow morning when my head is banging and I'm remembering everything I said to you tonight.” He puts the fourth bottle down.

“Hey,” You shoot him a look. “Talking to me is a blessing.”

“Hanging out with you like this is a sign I’ve truly hit rock bottom. I mean, I could be out doing something else.” He crosses his arms and puffs his chest out ever so slightly. He thinks he looks cool, but he’s clearly forgetting he’s a tiny, insecure man.

“Uh huh,” You nod, unamused. “Like what? Flirting with women and then getting scared when they wanna sleep with you?”

“Shut up. I have the worst friends.”

“Friend, you mean. There’s just me.”

“Well, you’re a shitty enough friend. I don’t need more.”

You smirk. You know he doesn’t mean it. It’s easy for you to see past the rude comments, despite the fact he hasn’t always been like this. “Glad I’m special enough to be the only one.” You pull your legs up to you, sitting criss-cross on the couch.

“At least somebody likes me. Well I don't even know if you like me actually, I think you just tolerate me because I'm your childhood friend and you've already invested too many years in this relationship to quit now.”

You shrug. “That’s definitely one theory.”

You think to yourself for a moment and chuckle. “You know, when I think about it, neither of us really had other friends growing up. Same with Kendall and Connor and Shiv.”

He thinks for a moment. “Yeah, I guess we never really did.”

“No wonder we’re such awful people”

“Well, I definitely think you're onto something. We're just a sad bunch of lonely little shits aren't we?”

“Roman? Talking about his feelings?” You let out a fake gasp. He’s not exactly talking about his feelings, but it’s rare he’s honest like this.

“Oh, shove it. I just had a thought, and I'm allowed to have thoughts.”

“You know what, it’s actually nice that you’re not having weird, perverse thoughts for once. Maybe this is good.”

“Hey. I’m not as depraved as you are. Whore.”

“Mhm,” You take another sip of beer. “Remember that time you sent your own father a dick pic?”

He groans. “I’ve told you this before. It was for another girl, who just happened to be under Dad’s contact.”

You raise an eyebrow. He left out the part about how it was for Gerri. “Oh yeah, speaking of that. How’s it going in the uh, woman department?”

“Well, it's pretty dead actually. I've just been so focused on trying to avoid my father's wrath recently I haven't had time for any more of my womanizing ways…”

“You could always go for the geriatrics in ATN, since that seems to be your type.”

“Oh yeah, those are the only women who would sleep with me right?”

“I figure you’d like it that way,” You laugh.

“Har har.” He rolls his eyes.

A moment of silence passes. Talking to Roman again had been sending waves of nostalgia all night. It’s only been a couple months since you’ve seen him, but it felt like ages. Your mind wanders down memory lane, particularly to the sweet, intimate moments you shared with him in your youth. You hesitate to bring things up, but decide there’s no harm in it.

“Remember when we used to sleep together all the time when we were little? ‘Cus you were scared of sleeping alone?”

He pauses, and then snickers. “My god, you have some nerve. Are you trying to embarrass me now?”

You scoff. “Way to ruin a potentially sentimental moment. I was just… reminiscing.”

“Reminiscing? Oh yeah I’m sure, you’re just all sentimental about our childhood. Is that what you call it?”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Jesus is it that weird that I think about it every now and then?”

“Well, for normal people maybe not, but for you it is a little weird I must say. You know why?”

Your nose wrinkles as you shoot him a look. “Why’s that?”

“Because you're you. And I know you're not just reminiscing and thinking about the "good old days." I know you're thinking about us and how we used to be and what could've been.”

Your mouth drops open slightly. The sudden aggression makes something in your stomach churn. It reminds you of Logan, in a way.

But you just inhale deeply and turn your head towards the window.

“Oh please, don't you play dumb with me! I know you better than anyone else does.”

You get up abruptly to throw the empty cans of beer away. “You’re such a dick.”

He gets up as well. “Oh, I'm the dick, okay. Because I can see what you're feeling and you're clearly not used to anyone actually reading your emotions so now you're freaking out and getting all pissy at me.”

“You don’t have to rub salt in the wound.”

“So there’s a wound?” He puts his hands on his hips, in the typical Roman fashion.

You narrow your eyes and him. “Yes. There’s several.”

“Oh come on, it was such a long time ago.”

“I would be over it if I wasn’t strung along by you all the time, like a fucking dog. I’m always stuck at your side but you just get to do whatever you want because you’re Roman Roy.”

He groans. “Oh please, don't even start with me. You love being at my side, because I'm the only person you know that actually treats you with a modicum of respect, unlike my father who's a walking pile of dogshit you've grown used to, or Kendall who is just an entitled brat, or Shiv who doesn't even see you as a person. But I still treat you like a human being despite all the crap you've put me through over the years. You just don't want to admit that I'm the most decent person in this whole rotten family.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut, turning away from him. “God, you drive me insane.”

“Yeah? Well, welcome to my world.”

You lean against your kitchen counter. You can’t believe his audacity. To bring up the fact you still want him after all these years, to bring it up like it’s nothing. You never even told him.

You always forget how perceptive he is.

“I stick by your side ‘cus I know no one has your back like I do.” You mutter.

“Yeah, that's true. But you know what else is true? The reason you keep sticking by my side is because deep down you still believe that I might return those feelings for you one day.”

Your heart drops even more. You want to say something, something quippy. But you can’t, all you can feel is that burning in your throat, and you know you won’t be able to say anything without coughing up sobs. So you sit there. And sniffle quietly.

His gaze softens, however. He feels panic arize in him, snapping out of his ill-mannered mood. “Hey, wait. Don't cry. God, I hate it when you cry. Hey, hey, don't get all teary eyed on me. You know how much I don't like it when you're upset.”

He walks over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, trying to present a scrap of regret. “Don't cry, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me tonight. I'm sorry, I am. You're my best friend. You are, and you always will be. I don't know what I'd do without you to be completely honest.”

Seconds pass silently. He stands there, not knowing what to do, other than attempting to comfort you as he watches tears stream down the side of your face.

“…Rome?”

“Yeah?”

“… Can we lay down together? Like I mentioned earlier?”

You feel his grip on your shoulders lighten. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Let’s do that, it’s okay.”

The two of you walk to your bedroom, not a word spoken. You lay down beside him, looking up at your ceiling.

“I can’t remember the last time we did this.” He finally says.

You move your hand on top of his, gently running your thumb alongside his. “It’s been a while.”

“A long while.”

#roman roy x reader #roman roy #succession #kieran culkin #angst

[fullofgutsndopamine]

Like You Imagined (When You Were Young)

or: austin sets you up on a date

more here

“look,” austin rolls his eyes, “when have i ever steered you wrong?”

you snort, slamming a cabinet shut probably harder than it needs to be: “There was Anthony,” you tick off on your fingers, “And Samuel. And Cliff, the guy who cried-“

Austin huffs, holds in hands up in the air as if waving a red flag

“But there was also Sam-“

“Sam had a girlfriend. I was the side piece.”

it rolls off to you now with a smirk, how these use to be such terrible memories you spent literal months tossing and turning over in bed and crying over are now little tidbits you can drop when you want to remind Austin he is not the perfect matchmaker he wants to be so desperately.

“Okay,” he sighs, “So a few bad dates-“

“seven-“

“we don’t have to put a number on it,” he waves his hand, “but this time i got it right, i just know it.”

“Austin-“

“come on!” he all but groans, “I promise, if this is a bad one, i’ll never try and hook you up again.”

finally, you stop stirring the pot on the stove long enough to eye him: “ever again? and i get to hook you up with a blind date.”

He groans, “Be serious-“

“No deal.”

you smirk and look back at the stove, knowing he’ll give in. you two have been friends for years, and you pouting and complaining about the horrible dates is enough for him to crack.

“actually, i’m confident enough i’ll take the deal, satan.”

and now he’s smiling as he makes his way to you, ignoring the hot stove and the work you’re doing and before you can regret it, your shaking hands with him.

days pass a quickly and before you know it, you’re in your shitty car driving downtown.

austin gives you nothing to go off of.

not a name, or a job, or even a fucking description-instead, just directions.

“He’s proud of this date, i don’t fuckin’ know,” Austin is bitching as you drive downtown, “Said to meet you at Pages. It’s downtown, on Clarke Street. He’ll be the tall fuck by the new releases.”

a huff, “‘A tall fuck’ isn’t a lot to go off of.”

a pause. it’s long enough it makes you worry your lip, the dry skin bothering you.

“Hasan.” he finally allows, “His name is Hasan. And that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

“Yeah uh,” he clears his throat, “it sounds fuckin’ nerdy but comic books are some of my favorites.”

The bookstore is near empty as you walk in, save for one guy by the new releases, is running his fingers over the spines of the books only to shove them back into the shelf deeper.

“Hasan?”

you’re suddenly aware of yourself, of your voice-

but instead he turns around with a smirk, using his knuckle to push his glasses up his face-

“well,” he smiles widely, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

and he’s bringing you in for a hug as if you two are two long lost friends, like you’ve known him forever. it’s comforting and borders on endearing.

“Well,” you say, “you first. let’s get the mood right for the evening. I don’t like to go first. show me your favorite.”

and he’s smiling,his eyes flick over you once before they stop and a smirk creeps onto his face when he sees the necklace around your neck.

“my pleasure, little flower. follow me.”

A blush works it’s way up your face but you bite your lip to hide the smile as your fingers collide with the cool metal of the necklace as you follow him deeper into the store.

he walks backwards as he talks.

“Are comics a red flag?”

his fingers point up to the ceiling where a sign hangs loudly proclaiming this the comic section.

a pause as if he’s waiting for you to laugh in his face or say you have a sudden emergency, like reading comics would be the biggest red flag he can think of.

“Uh-“ he shakes his head, a smile blooms on the corner of his lips and he turns his head to hide it, “Spent summers in America and well-this is where you’d find me.”

As if proving it his long fingers slowly creep over the paper spines before coming to a stop, slowly pulling out a paperback comic and holding it for you:

“This alone got me through some lonely summers.”

he smiles as he thumbs through it, as if he memorized his favorite part as he drops his shoulder so he isn’t looming over you and let’s you see the page in question.

his smile makes you smile. clearly, someone enjoying this so much, the simple things and how fond he is of it-how could you not.

he shakes his head, shaking away any fond memories and shelves the book back.

“Alright, let’s see your favorite.” He smiles, “Nothing pretentious, i hope or it might be a red flag.”

you bring him to your favorite section, the romance area where the books are models looking disheveled or a damsel in distress, worn brightly colored books-you try to focus on the alphabet, where the novel would be to desperately try and ignore how close he walks to you, how his hand hits yours gently as if he’s looking for an in, an invitation to tangle his hands in yours.

And he lets you talk about it. where normally they’d cut you off, rolling their eyes as you info dump on your favorite novel, how it still makes you weep but holds the title as your favorite-instead he’s smiling, his eyes on yours-only stopping every once in awhile to flick down to your lips, watching the way they curve and move as you talk-

hours pass as you both go around the bookstore-when the closing announcement finally comes, he holds the door open for you as you leave.

outside the moon is high in the sky, the air thick with the summer heat that still makes your sundress stick to your back, even when it’s 9 at night and the sun is gone.

you try to ignore it, aware of hasan, and yourself and how he insists he walks you to your car (“What and not be a fucking gentlemen? Austin would never let me hear the end of it.” and he says it with a wink and a smirk.)

his hand is on your door as you finally think fuck it as he’s still talking about his favorite novel-now or never-you think, pulling yourself onto your tip toes and letting your lips crash into his. he hesitates for a second, before his ringed hand cups the side of your face, the smile on his lips as you’re kissing as if he’s relieved, like he was thinking the same thing.

He holds the door for you to your car as you get in red faced-he resists the urge to pump his fist in the air, or holler thrilled he finally had a good date-

it isn’t until hasan is back in his car his lips still buzzing from you, tingling as he runs his thumb over his own lips as if to remember you that he finally realizes he didn’t get your number.

#caroline writes #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you #hasan #hasan piker x you #hasan piker fanfic #hasan x reader #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker

[nancywheelxr]

HAHAHHA okokokok I know that was kinda a bad starting lol. I don’t know if u need a scenario or anything but if u DO need one, could you do one where Max is just being annoying towards Steve and he just gets fed up? Haha sorry I’m asking for so much

ahdsgjs i do appreciate some sort of prompt, yes! it's totally fine, anon, it's def not much! I hope you like how it turned out!

***

Steve startles nearly half a foot in the air when the car door is wrenched open.

“Jesus Christ, what the– what are you doing?” He pulls his jacket out of the way just in time before Max throws herself into the passenger seat, bag quickly discarded to the floor, and slams the door shut hard enough to shake the whole vehicle. “Hey, hey, careful! What’s this, anyway? You can’t just go walking into people’s cars– what happened to stranger danger?”

It’s the last minutes of sunset, orange light fading into a quiet blueish dusk, and Spring is in full swing, April showers and all that. It beats down softly against the car roof now, pit-pattering drowned by the occasional traffic outside, and Steve frowns at the sky briefly before looking back at the little intruder, “seriously, what the hell?”

“Oh my god, Steve,” Max rolls her eyes, slouching in the seat, arms crossed, and glares up at him like he’s the one being weird here, “Dustin said you’d be here, I’m not waiting in the rain. You’re late, by the way.”

“Yeah, ‘cause they’re always late,” he answers almost out of reflex. Then, “wait, what did Dustin say?”

Apparently having deemed Steve not worthy of her full attention, Max turns to the glove compartment, opening it unceremoniously to rifle through his things. “That you’re giving us a ride to the diner. Don’t you have better tapes? I mean, Tears for Fears? Really?”

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with– whatever, gimme that, stop going messing with my stuff–” he scowls, reaching to snap it shut. “Where’s your boyfriend, anyway? Isn’t it basketball day?”

“Where’s yours?” She fires back, then huffs, redirecting her glare to the high school outside. “Practice got canceled, he’s playing with the nerds instead.”

“I– what– you can’t just– ugh.”

The look she gives him is full of pity. “You sound like Mike.”

Steve clears his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Jeez, you’re really coming for the kneecaps today.”

“Are they always this late? I’ve been waiting for like, forever.”

Personally, Steve doesn’t know why she’s so surprised considering the everything about their friends. Of course they’re late, Dustin probably got distracted by something unimportant that probably made Eddie go off on a tangent and now Mike is probably frowning at nothing because that’s like, Will’s personal idea of heaven or something. “Dunno, man, it’s not like this is routine for me either.”

“Isn’t it, though?” 

“No, it isn’t,” he insists, “I’m just helping out ‘cause Nancy’s helping Robin with some school thing.”

“Are you, though?”

“Well, yeah! This is just a favor! This is not gonna be a thing, okay? Actually, this is probably the last time.”

“Is it, though?”

“I do have other stuff to do, alright? I’m not available 24/7 for you twerps to– to just– I don’t know, call for a ride or whatever.”

“Do you, tho–”

“Do not finish that sentence!”

Max can’t quite hide her giggles, laughter spilling out from between her fingers, and god fucking damn it, these kids will drive Steve into an early grave and they’ll probably give him a shitty funeral on top. Ugh, and it’s not like Steve can stay mad either, not when Max is finally opening up to them again, looking more like herself, like she’s fully there, not just a vacant shell floating in a current.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he grumbles, but a smile is pulling valiantly at the corner of his lips, “see if I don’t kick you out.”

She doesn’t even have the decency to look a little bit cowed at least. “In this weather? Please, no, you wouldn’t.”

Yeah, no, he would never, but he’s saved by the bell from doubling down on his bluff. Movement outside catches his attention, and Steve cranes his neck to watch their so-very-late friends pause at the front doors, squinting at the rain still falling stubbornly before splitting in a mad dash for the cars. “Oh, thank god, finally.”

Will, Mike, and El skip after Eddie, loading into his van in an orderly manner, one after the other and probably like, buckling up their seatbelts out of their own volition. 

Steve, on the other hand, gets Dustin opening the passenger door and immediately arguing loudly with Max about shotgun rights while Lucas clambers into the backseat and then leans between car seats to also argue loudly that Max is right about everything, actually.

As he pulls out of the parking lot, Eddie waves cheerfully. After a beat, so does Will from the passenger seat. In their car, no one is screaming about shotgun for infinity.

Steve fights the urge to just walk out of the car and into the woods. 

“OKAY,” he yells above the cacophony, smugly pleased when they fall blessedly silent, “Max, stop goading him. Dustin, she’s right, she was here first, if you wanted to choose, then don’t be late next time, now get in the damn car and out of the rain– if you get a cold, I swear to god– Lucas, sit back down and put on your seatbelt. You two little shitheads, too.”

It’s like herding cats, Jesus. “Great, thank you. Now, Max. You can choose the music.”

“Hey, that’s not fair, I never got to choose when I was shotgun–”

Kate Bush starts wailing about Wuthering Heights as Steve turns the key, tuning out the shouting with a sadly practiced ease. Always the goddamn babysitter.

#stranger things #st #steve harrington #max mayfield #stranger things fanfic #st tag #steve and max tag #my writing #anon

[stormyoceans]

[VICE VERSA episode 3 parts 1&2]

Talay with his anti-fantasy bias again, thankfully Puen answers him for me

Hey Nurse, don’t you have a /job/

WHAT DID PUEN DO TO MAKE TALAY WANNA KICK HIM

Maybe Puen was on to more than I thought when he brought up hurting him (WHILE LITERALLY IN BED)

“It’s extremely difficult to find a match” Bitch where, the only example you have are two girls who clicked on the same day

These two seem to have switched, now Talay’s the chill one while Puen is fussing over going back

“If it’s you, I’m okay” Puen: *d-doki*

“I don’t like pink” Talay shut the fuck up

Also just because the pants belong to Tess doesn’t mean you HAVE to wear them

“Open your mouth willingly or I make you” There he goes again with his dom streak

“The café doesn’t really wow me” That’s because you’re not in a CAT café my man

Talay please don’t ever apply for the job of forensic sketch artist

“Were you born with straight hair” Nope my hair is hella gay

DID YOU GUYS EVEN PAY FOR THE MEAL

Okay but Tess is just the kid of the guy who owns the film company right? How on earth did the script become his business? What the heck is his position

It went by fast but Up and Aou went to “pee” /together/, HMMMM

“You once had a 39 degree fever” Puen should’ve said “yeah but this is a /forty/ degree fever”

AOU SPITTING OUT HIS DRINK IS SO FUNNY SLDKJFSKLD

Right so this is where I really don’t Puen simply because I h a t e drunk drivers, it’s one of the most irresponsible things you can do and I wish they’d chosen something less severe to show that he’s not treating Tun’s life with respect

(Jimmy’s drunk acting is still pretty funny though)

I feel so fucking bad for Up and Aou man, they worked so hard on this and now their friend is acting like a clown and about to ruin the whole thing and they don’t understand why

DON’T OPEN YOUR MOUTH WHEN THERE’S FOOD IN IT PUEN, FUCK

It’s pretty thoughtful of Talay to ask him what’s wrong rather than to keep chastising him

Poor Tun is literally living the “what if you woke up famous” question

Up’s “HELLO!” I’m screaming

Call me an uncultured swine but isn’t social satire also a form of comedy

Maybe Tun shouldn’t have gotten physical but I don’t even give a shit, throw those asshats in the trash instead of the scripts

Like yes apparently the scripts sucked and yes they thought they were alone but would it kill you to be professional (and respectful, like they literally SPAT on the scripts) at your workplace, Jesus

Going by their flaws I’d probably hate Tun’s script the most lmao, I hate plotholes (well, big ones that truly kill a story)

I think I’d be with Up; toss a middle finger at 26P and try every other film studio

As much as I have my gripes with Puen being stupid I appreciate that he regrets it so sincerely

I NEED TO KNOW IF THOSE GOOFY EXPRESSIONS WERE ALL SEA, LIKE THE DIRECTOR SAID “okay go nuts with your face” AND HE DID

“The old Tun has died” You have no idea

Screw the person who has to clean these windows lmao

Love how Up’s sentence is five times the size of the other two XD

the way i ended up writing an entire in-depth analysis for this episode yesterday only to lose it forever because of my shitty internet connection :)))))))))

not even gonna try to replicate it but the point was!!!!!!! i feel like people either want to ignore the drunk puen narrative or use that to condemn him and i think both attitudes are kinda doing a disservice to the character. the show can’t really explore that side of him because it would clash with the tone of the story, but it does help the viewers form a pretty clear image of puen in their heads, of someone who is acting irresponsibly and should know better than drink and drive, and at the same time of someone who is very lonely and unsatisfied with his life despite being famous and rich. puen is a deeply flawed and human character, and throughout the show he makes tons of mistakes, because at his core he is a selfless man who desperately wants to be selfish for once, which is understandable to a certain extent, but not when he ends up hurting others (in this case, up and aou and, in a way, even tun)

in episode 6 puen says that talay “is the light that saved me” and that’s so true!!! but what i’ve always loved the most about them is that talay is just the lighthouse guiding puen in the right direction: talay is stern but caring, he points out how wrong puen was but never judges him for it, and when he realizes how bad puen feels for what he’s done, he tries to cheer puen up any way he can, but never steps in to fix the situation for him. talay is there to give puen advices and support, but puen is the one to actively make amends and change his behaviour. before being lovers, puen and talay are friends who make each other better, and that’s why i like them so much

ANYWAY!!!!!!

“Open your mouth willingly or I make you” There he goes again with his dom streak <<<<< CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO PUT THIS IN MY TOP 10 MOST UNHINGED PUEN MOMENTS IT DEFINITELY DESERVED A SPOT THERE SHAME ON ME

Okay but Tess is just the kid of the guy who owns the film company right? How on earth did the script become his business? What the heck is his position <<<<< i think it’s because tess’ father always wanted him to work for the company, and in episode 1 we see tess’ brother bringing talay along to help out with all the people wanting to sell their movie project. that’s how he meets tun again, and in episode 2 when talay goes to bar and meets up and aou as well, he says “your screenplay is bought. i talked to my brother for you”, so i think talay acting as an intermediary also made the project his responsibility in the company (it’s like he’s their agent, sort of?)

I NEED TO KNOW IF THOSE GOOFY EXPRESSIONS WERE ALL SEA, LIKE THE DIRECTOR SAID “okay go nuts with your face” AND HE DID <<<<< IM PRETTY SURE THAT WAS JUST SEA BEING HIMSELF because apparently stealing phones and making funny faces is his hobby

also i don’t talk nearly enough about my love for up and aou but GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

#at this point the universe is basically screaming at me to shut the fuck up about vice versa and i simply choose to ignore it <3 #vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

[ftmgay]

No one's taking your ass seriously,bitch. You'll never be a male. The whole world is laughing at you,you know that? You're an annoying straight woman who's also racist towards women of color and homophobic towards lesbians. No one cares about your made up 1% ethnicities,you annoying white bitch. Fucking insufferable Karen bitch. You're exactly THE SAME as a conservative yet your dumb NARCISSIST white girl ass don't believe you are and think you're saving the world with your online activism when you're making it worse for everybody. Not to mention the your so called "activism" were never genuine or physical,always only online & only to make yourself feel good which is a common theme with white liberals. Conservatives at least own up they're shitty people who just hate women & POC but you over the top confused progressive retards will call women,POC,and lesbian women "nAziS" & "biGoTs" for not agreeing with your misygony,racism,and lesbophobia. Nazis are your own race's,your white ancestors' sick creations,so stop projecting it onto the rest of us POC. Your coward rapey ass is backpedalling & playing victims hard in that notes as if any of us care. Typical retarded Tumblr user behaviour. Get jumped and get shot thru the head for threatening lesbian women of color with rape. Someone needs to punch your insufferable pale white girl's throat already and shut you up forever. Liberal white girls like you who use your mentall illness as excuses are a bunch xenophobic bigots who always got away with everything. I'll trade you in the males' prison for any black man who got punished more for less crimes. You deserve their wrongfully decided punishments instead.

I’m not a straight woman to date I’ve only had sex with trans men and fisted 3 of them

So does that make me a lesbian idk that’s not very straight woman of me

Well no cuz I’m dating a guy who is cis but we’re probably going to fuck and I’ll top…

I’m not white my browner friend said I look Mexican enough

Shut up before I vore your schizophrenic ass

[milo-is-rambling]

Couldn’t sleep so I went to get up thinking oh I’ll have to grind weed so I can fall back asleep and then I thought no I’ll take a a dab but I thought no that’s too much I’ll just smoke flower and then I went to get up and I accidentally lifted my blanket too high and knocked over the little jar I had on my bedside table that had ALLL OF THE INCENSE STICKS IVE COLLECTED FROM THE LAST TWO YEARS IN IT. So I breathed. And I breathed. And I turned my light on. And I got really annoyed and picked up small sticks that blend in with my floor for five minutes and then I breathed some more and couldn’t fit all the sticks back in the jar bc they’d been placed meticulously so they all laid perfectly against one side so there was still room to put more and I was not about to individually put all those sticks in that jar when all I wanted to do was to smoke and take off the heavier blanket and pass out. So I moved the incense sticks to my skull jar that I haven’t used in a while and now it looks like this.

But I did earn a dab being allowed from my brain in the process. So yay me. Also funk has been absolutely SCREAMING at me at the top of his little bird lungs bc I turned the light on to smoke and play accidental pick up sticks for twenty minutes and it’s giving me a headache and it’s just like godddddd how can everything go so wrong so fast not just me knocking over a jar of sticks but like. Life. Something about me collecting all my incense sticks and ash since I first moved into this house two years ago and then accidentally dropping the sticks like two days after I accidentally spilled incense ash all over my bed and didn’t even tell anyone cause it made me so annoyed and ashamed for some reason and I can’t even explain why I’m collecting the sticks or the ash. Like I have no fucking clue what I’m doing or why. I started collecting incense ash like three years ago when my friend and I went thru a ooo witchcraft phase and I just never stopped dumping the ash from my ashtray into a cheese container with a small plastic spoon like I don’t even know why I’m doing it I just set myself down this path and now I’m here and I’m attached to a jar of fucking kindling at this point like why did I cry over knocking over a jar of sticks what is wrong with me does it ever get easier why have I been taking my meds for almost 100 days and I still lose my shit over little things I feel like I will never be normal I will never get to be the person that will make my parents proud I feel like I’m constantly gonna be finding myself making one wrong move and ruin the thing I’m doing just to pretend I’m doing something with my life like I don’t even know what I want to do in the future there’s so many options everything is so scary forever I went to Walmart and I wanted to crawl into the squishmallow display and just die like if one more person looks at me and acknowledges I have a body I feel like I’ll lose my shit like oh my god I know I’m mentally ill but fucking hell. Just give me a break (I say while not having a job not doing school not even doing theater rn I’m just sitting at home in my brain and losing my mind waiting for therapy on the third) I’m so close to having someone to help me untangle my brain I really want to open up I want to feel like I can I want to remember shit I always forget I want to avoid crisis modes and be normal I want to get a job I want to shut up. Literally ever. If I could ever at any point learn to shut my fucking mouth and brain mouth up at the same time. Would be fucking fantastic. It seems impossible. Either I’m not thinking when I’m talking and then I’m an asshole or I’m not talking bc I’m thinking so hard about how I’m an asshole. Like either way in my head I am a shitty person forever and like I know I’ve been shitty like I know I’ve done shitty things but like I’m not broken forever I know there’s food in here but I need someone else to force me to see it bc I can’t find it on my own and I don’t trust it when it comes from my family or friends and a part of my brain says oh ur paying ur therapist to say that

But i want a therapist who will call me out on my bullshit and would tell me if I was being the asshole in the situation yknow. Anyways this is a lot of text and I’m not going to reread it all have fun going to the internet rambling blog void block of text goodbye gonna smoke a bowl and pass the fuck out hopefully my back and neck will stop hurting and I will stop being too hot and too cold at the same time and I will not have nightmares about past relationships or future relationships or picking incense sticks up for forever and they all match the color of the carpet and also it’s fine cause they look better in the skull jar and it’s fine and it doesn’t make me irrationally mad still even tho I picked them all up but I don’t know for sure if I got them all but I think I did but it’s going to bother me if I find them on my floor tomorrow. Okay bye

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Would you be able to do a liv Morgan x reader where she thinks reader cheated on her so reader goes out and gets drunk and when they eventually don’t come home she gets worried and goes to look for them and finds reader sleeping on a random bench at a park and she then takes them home and on the way there the reader says they would never cheat on her. If not it’s ok.

Cheater, Question mark.

Liv Morgan x Reader

I changed it up a bit because somehow I couldn’t make it make sense ;-; liv finds reader in a bar they used to go together to instead of the park bench

The slam of the door echoed through the whole house, yet somehow you found yourself completely not caring as you walked into the outside, taking in a desperately needed breath of fresh air.

The tears flowing down your cheeks showed so much yet explained nothing. You hadn’t even processed what you had just been accused off, completely catching you off guard.

“Why would I cheat on you?” You defended yourself after an hour of interrogation. You tried your best to remain calm but being accused of something so absurd was beyond you. You never gave her a reason to doubt you, so why would she think you spending an hour after work to work overtime once a month was justifiable as cheating?

“You tell me. You’re the one coming home late.” Her voice was completely monotonous, elbows leaning against her knees as tears ran down her face too. You knew about the trust issues she’d had in past relationships, but to not trust you felt a bit exaggerated.

“Liv, this isn’t the fucking movies! Just because I’m sorting something for work after hours means I’m either working overtime or the interns need help with paper work. I’ve told you this before.”

“You told me once. You’d be late once. Not every other fucking week!”

“I spend ONE out of THIRTY possible days to work overtime and I always come back to you. I sleep next to you, wake up next to you. Don’t you think I would have left if I found someone else?” You took a deep breath before finally finding the argument too ridiculous to continue. “Besides you have nothing to complain about. I keep my mouth shut when you latch yourself onto your fucking friends in the ring, way more than necessary. I’m sorry we acquired different career paths with different schedules.”

You only remember grabbing your coat and slamming the door after that.

Now you found yourself at the only place that could potentially give you comfort.

The bar you and Liv met in.

You were happy to get out of the rain, but the absolute nothingness in your heart completely outweighed the happiness of lack of rain.

Scanning the place before finding a seat at the bar, you recalled the first encounter you had with Liv. It was a late Sunday and you’d had a shitty day, thinking the bar would provide at least a little peace before you had to go home and finish the paper work for the next day. Little did you know that your decision would change your life forever.

“What would you like?” The bartender interrupted your thoughts. You were glad though, it’s not like you and Liv broke up.

“Um, whatever’s strongest.”

He nodded and got to work as you got back to looking into the distance, processing everything that just happened.

It wasn’t until your fourth hour at the bar did people start to pour out. At almost 1 am, everyone wanted to go home. Everyone apart from you. Thankfully, the bar was open for 24 hours, so you could sit there for days without being kicked out. The people in there were mostly respectful and kept to themselves, so being drunk wasn’t an issue.

Your head laid on the bar, an empty glass which had been refilled multiple times during your stay sat next to your clearly drunk form. You looked drunk, but your mind was filled with the same memory, replying it on a loop so much you felt dizzy.

Unknowing of what time it was, the sun was already coming up and not many people were left in the bar. People would start to fill in at about 10 am when football matches started. That’s when you planned to leave, but 10 was 9 hours away, and you had nowhere else to go.

You’d been there for almost five hours already, resting your head on the bar as you watched the replay of the match from the morning. You weren’t into football, but there was nothing else to look at or focus on, and letting your mind wonder would result in more alcohol consumption and that meant an even worse hangover tomorrow.

You paid no attention when the bell rang to inform people someone had just walked in. You didn’t even notice it to be honest, the football match was way too interesting and your mind was clouded with drinks. It wasn’t until a similar shade of blonde obscured your vision.

You immediately recognised her as Liv, only now lifting your head and sitting up straight.

“Don’t worry I was here for all five hours.” You slurred, trying to make it sound like a joke. “Ask my best friend, Steve.”

You pointed at the bartender, who probably wasn’t even named Steve. Poor guy was new too, and had to witness you drink yourself to almost unconsciousness for five hours. Judging by his face, he had no idea what was going on either.

“Okay, let’s go home.” She said softly, smiling politely at the bartender before helping you up. “You have to sober up.”

You didn’t even try to fight her, too tired to resist her grip, which by the way, was relatively light.

You got into the passenger seat and looked out the window as she got into her own seat, turning the car key into the ignition.

It was mostly quiet, not even the radio threatening to play as the tension could be felt even with you drunk out of your head. It wasn’t up until you hiccuped that she looked at you, only to find you already looking at her.

A single tear caught her eye, slowly running down your cheek as you continued to stare at her as if it were the first time you noticed you loved her.

She reached one hand out to cup your face, rubbing away the single tear that managed to escape your eye. You instantly leaned into her hand, missing her touch even though it had only been a few hours since you last saw her.

She’d clearly not got any sleep either, eyes red and swollen from crying and body moving in a lazy, tired manner.

“I’d never cheat on you.” Your voice was quite yet still managed to sound sore, the shouting from before not helping your case. “I love you too much.”

Even drunk you sounded genuine, making the blonde in front of you smile sadly, feeling guilty for starting such a horrible fight with no proof.

She regretted everything that happened, especially for the fight she started unnecessarily. She wanted to apologise right now, but you were too tired to stay up and fully process what she really wanted to tell you.

She’d wait until the morning, when you’d fought your headache completely away and you were capable of hearing her out.

The morning rolled around way too quickly for your liking. Barely getting 6 hours of sleep after drinking was hell, and waking up earlier meant having to deal with the consequences faster.

The world was spinning and nausea overcame all of your senses as fragments of memories from last night flooded your thoughts. They were still fuzzy and incoherent, but it was enough to guess what had happened.

You got drunk.

You understood why they call it a hangover, it felt as if the blackest of clouds have been placed over your head with no intention of clearing until late afternoon. Your brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of its skull, dehydration too obvious to ignore.

You raised your heavy eyelids only for them to fall half shut again. You inspected your body before sloppily standing up and making your way into your bathroom. 

You splashed cold water on your face just to feel something refreshing and instantly wished you could wash your brain free of the toxins too. How the smell of the vodka was intoxicating last night, yet this morning it added to the nausea. Staring into the mirror at your reflection, you recollected everything you could remember. 

You sighed, leaning against the sink heavily, relying on it to hold up your half-conscious and drunken state. You don't even remember getting home. The only think recognisable was you storming out of the house, after that...it was dark.

The thirst didn't subside after each slow drink from the tap. You swore you could feel your skull crack as your stomach lurched and gurgled loudly, reminding you of your regrets. 

You groaned, using your aching muscles to walk back into your bedroom. The bed was empty, so either Liv slept elsewhere of just woke up before you, and with your recollection of events, you thought it was more the second option.

You were in your sleep clothes, but don't recall getting changed into them. You couldn't even remember getting home for fucks sake. It was more than frustrating not remembering why you got drunk, especially since you didn't get this drunk often.

There must be a reason.

Walking downstairs, you were met with the strong scent of coffee before you could see anything else. Liv liked her morning coffee, so it was no doubt her work that made the whole house smell of caffeine before 9am.

The second you stepped a foot in the living you you remembered everything. It all came crashing at once, kinda overwhelming you to the point you had to hold onto wall so you didn't trip.

"Jesus." You sighed, trying to once again process what had been said. After a moment, you walked into the kitchen to see the blonde's back facing you, she'd not yet noticed you were there and she seemed to be organising some of the kitchen cupboard. She always did that when she was nervous.

You walked closer to her, not really knowing what to say. So instead of speaking, you walked until she noticed you beside her, your arms extended for an inviting hug.

She let go of everything she was holding, which was really just a bunch of seasoning in salt shakers you found in some shop. She didn't really care if they broke, she kinda just let them drop onto the counter before she flung herself into your arms, neck digging into your neck.

"I'm sorry."

You nodded, kissing her temple before she pulled away, a tear flowing down her cheek as she looked up at you.

"Me too." You replied, smiling gently at her as you leaned down to peck her lips.

This felt much better than fighting.

THE END

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[tobi-momo]

A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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[xxlost-cityxx]

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: Rough anal sex, virgin Katsuki Bakugou, slight choking, slight piss kink/bladder control, brief spanking, rimming, bottom Katsuki, dom Kirishima, begging, crying, anal fingering, degredation and praise

I posted this on Ao3 literally last night, so enjoy.

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Stupid fucking Kirishima with his stupid fucking face and stupid fucking body-

Again. Once-a-fucking-gain. Katsuki was hard at work. Kirishima had simply aided Katsuki in a surprisingly powerful villain attack- even though everyone knew Dynamight had it under control. But Eijirou's help...made it easier to take down the villain- NOT that Katsuki needed his help in the first place. 

The villain landed a hit on Katsuki and he flew into a pile of concrete and wooden rubble, and the next thing he saw was Red Riot, unhardened, nearly body slamming the guy into a wall, digging his forearm and elbow into his neck and his knee between his legs. It looked painful for the villain and it looked like Ejirou was definitely holding back from completely crushing the dude's balls...But. The way Kirishima was looking at the guy, a stone cold face, a deadly glare he hasn't seen since the last time Eijirou had heard Monama talk back in U.A. He was mad. And Gods if that sight didn't make him pop a boner-

So now here he was. Virgin Katsuki pretending he was too good to be around all his druken friends who were surely getting laid tonight, meanwhile, all Katuski would do tonight is ride his dildo until the sun came up. 

Bakugou couldn't jack off. It wasn't really a fact, but he's pretty sure that any man would avoid jacking off with even a small risk that you might blow your own dick off, especially if you were gay. Gods bless the prostate. And really, it takes forever to cum riding 6 inches of colored silicone without touching your dick, but the point was, it got the job done and no one knew his secret to having 'thunder thighs' or some shit. He still remembers the first interveiwer who asked about his leg day routine, stating that he had entranced everyone with his thighs or some shit. He never thought he'd be referred to as 'thick' or whatever it was.

He took another shot of vodka, ignoring the pestering jealousy as he watched Kirishima dance with Denki. It was obviously platonic, not only did they repeatedly state in multible interviews that they were 'strictly bromance' and that they liked fucking with their fans's minds, Denki was dating Dead Eyes and Earphones. 

Bakugou wasn't even a little tipsy really, it took a lot to get him drunk. It took a lot to get any of them drunk, but that didn't stop anyone from trying. But Bakugou wasn't going to go home drunk and have drunken masturbation for 5 hours, never was his thing. So he'd stick to being sober for tonight. 

He growled as Kirishima's hand was on Denki's hip, Kaminari's back against Eijirou's chest. The much smaller blonde wiggled his hips against Kirishima's surely soft dick. Sero and Mina were laughing their asses off from their seats, Denki smirking and trying to be as dramatic and intimate as he could, a few phones recording them. 

Katsuki growled to himself, slamming the shot glass on the bar top so hard it slightly cracked. He stood up and grabbed his coat, oblivious to how red eyes quickly switched from watching the smiling and laughing faces of his friends to laser focused on the ash blonde in a split second. 

As Katsuki left the bar, he grumbled to himself until he was outside his place. 

An hour later, he was panting. It felt like his entire body was covered in lube by the time he was bouncing on the silicone properly. He frowned, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the head bump into his prostate with practiced movements, usually a feeling that would have him gasping and shuttering, but he wanted this cock to be Kirishima's. He was sick and tired of riding an inanimate object that didn't praise him, didn't make noise, didn't cum. He wanted to be pinned and fucked so hard he would have to call off work the next day.

He whimpered as his toned thighs easily let him travel up and down the silicone. Silicone. He couldn't even get himself hard, he was soft, even with his ass stuffed and his prostate stimulated, he was soft. There wasn't a twitch, and even his prostate felt dull. 

He groaned to himself, sliding off the dildo and reaching for his phone. He quickly unlocked it and pulled up his gallery with his singular 'clean' finger, quickly going to his hidden folder and clicking on the picture that always got him hard. Kirishima did a photoshoot nearly 6 months ago, he was in a kimono that was completely opened with white pants that banded to his stomach. He stared at Katsuki through the picture, a belt in his big, tanned hand. He already felt his cock harden slightly, a small frown painting his face as that was like a weak attempt at mimicking his usual reaction to the picture. 

He slid back on the dildo propping his phone against his wall and started bouncing. He imagined those toned hands sliding against his back, barely touching him, and it was almost like he could feel it, his body twitching with slight interest. He imagined his voice, telling him to ride the dildo, training his hole for what was surely a monster cock, Eijirou too nice to let Katsuki destroy himself on his cock right off the bat...unless… What if he would just fuck him? And that got his reaction. His dick was fully hard now, but it wasn't aching with need like usual. 

What if Eijirou would slam into him as soon as the dildo was out? Would he let Katsuki adjust, or would he pound him into oblivion with the raw power his body held? 

He let out a moan, but the pleasure didn't last long as his phone started ringing. He nearly flinched, scowling at his phone for ruining what he worked hard for, but his face sofened as it was Kirishima calling him. 

His mouth went dry, his eyes slightly wide. He doesn't know what really compelled him to answer the phone, but as Kirishima's voice rang through the other end, he couldn't help but bite his lip and shift on the dildo. "W-What do you need, Dumbass?" He asked, cursing himself for starting his sentence off weak. "Haha- Hey, Kat! I just wanted to made sure you were okay. You hit that rubble pretty hard today, and you left earlier than usual." His cheery, sober, voice said. Katsuki closed his eyes, slowly rolling his hips up the dildo, the familiar arousal burning in his stomach, finally. 

He stifled a whimper, "M' fine, Shitty Hair…." He pretended to grumble out, desperate to think of something to keep him on the line as long as possible. "That's great! I was a little worried, y'know. Didn't want to lose the manliest man I've even known since highschool!" He said, and Bakugou's heart did a mixture of dropping and fluttering. He felt guilty for trying to get off to his voice, clearly ignorant and innocent, but he couldn't help but acknowledge that he didn't refer to him as his best friend which would usually put him down. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his hips, gasping as he accidentally his his prostate. He dropping the phone, slapping a hand over his face. "Katsuki!? What was that?" Kirishima urgently called. Bakugou's dick was on fire, his body was alight with arousal, if only Kirishima knew. 

He hesitantly picked up the phone. "I'm f-fine~ Shitty Hair!" He replied, cursing himself for not stopping himself from slowly bouncing on the dildo again. 

Silence. 

He slightly wondered if he accidentally hung up, but there was still static. "I'm not stupid, Katsuki." Kirishima suddenly said. Bakugou froze. His voice was lower but soft, almost like he was hesitant to say it in the first place. "W-..What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, not daring to move on the dildo, even though he wanted to take advantage of Kirishima's tone so fucking bad. 

"Are you getting off right now?" Kirishima asked, Bakugou suddenly became aware of how slick and schelchy the lube was. Bakugou's throat closed up, his mouth too dry to produce words. "Fuck…" Kirishima whispered, the sound making Bakugou's eyes widen. "Are you trying to fuck with me…?" He asked, but Bakugou wasn't deaf to the distant sound of Kirishima nearly break checking himself. 

Bakugou whimpered quietly, but a part of him prayed that Kirishima heard him, and as his breath hitched over the phone, he knew he did. 

"Fuck-" Kirishima groaned. Bakugou gasped at the sound, bouncing on the plastic lightly once again, the lewd noises surely reaching the phone. "C-Come over." Bakugou's stern voice said, once again sounding weak in the beginning. "Already on my way." Kirishima nearly whispered back. 

Bakugou's body was on fire, every part of him was twitching. The call ended only a minute ago, and suddenly Bakugou's night was going to change who he was. He was hard, nervous, excited but horny above all else. As soon as he heard his front door open and nearly slam shut, Bakugou gasped, trying to let out his nerves. Heavy, fast footsteps made their way down his halls, and suddenly Bakugou was conscious about how he should present himself. 

He didn't have time, and so he let himself be cocky, leaning forward on his hands, arching his back and rolling his hips on the silicone gracefully, and it probably looked a little too good based on how smooth the action felt. But he didn't have room for his usual pride, Kirishima was stuck in the doorway with his mouth slightly open and wide eyes. Bakugou looked at him in the mirror to his side, and his eyes were staring at him. 

"Holy fuck.." He groaned, his hand slowly moving to his crotch, but he gripped the inside of his thigh. Mid. Thigh. 

Bakugou's eyes widened as he finally had the rough sketch of Eijirou's cock in his mind, and fuck he wanted to go stupid with cock. 

"C'mon…" Bakugou nearly whimpered, rolling his hips a little more dramatically. Kirishima groaned in the doorway, slowly walking into the room, Bakugou's position giving him the perfect view of his pink, glistening and stretched hole swallowing the silicone easily, the dildo's girth seemed pathetic to what Eijirou knew he had. 

Eijirou knelt down behind him, and as Katsuki smiled, expecting him to caress his body, that didn't happen. 

Kirishima quickly wrapped his hand around the smaller man's throat, yanking him back to meet his still clothed chest. Bakugou wheezed at the unexpected and sudden movement, but fuck if his own cock didn't love it already. 

"Riding this pathetic dildo while I was out there concerned about you, hm?" He darkly whispered, his finger tips lightly digging into his neck. Bakugou whimpered, wiggling his hips back, trying to get a feel for the man's clothed cock for himself. Kirishima sighed, almost in disappointment. "Tell me.. What were you thinking about? Riding this pathetic excuse of a dildo." He asked, talking right into Bakugou's ear. Bakugou let out a stuttering breath, squirming in Kirishima's sturdy grip. 

"Tell me." 

Bakugou gasped at his dark tone paired with his hand gripping his entire neck roughly. He wasn't used to feeling so small compared to someone else, but fuck he was loving it. 

"Y-You…" Bakugou gasped out as Kirishima loosened his grip just enough. "What about me..?" He asked, only slightly softer. 

Katsuki's cock was aching, begging for the same attention Eijirou was giving his throat. "H-How hard you would fuck me- How big your cock is…" Bakugou finally admitted, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Kirishima hummed in his ear, his hand moving to the back of Bakugou's neck instead and pulling him up to his feet. Bakugou let out a guttural moan as he was ripped off the dildo still suctioned to the floor. 

Kirishima hummed, noting how the dildo really did look like a pathetic version of himself. 

Kirishima dragged Bakugou to his bed, glaring at the blonde when he tried to move. He pulled off his own shirt and pants quickly before joining him on the bed. Bakugou's eyes quickly widened at the sight, his mouth slightly open and his face slightly filled with fear and shock, but quickly replaced with determination. "Better fucking prep me, asshole." Bakugou spit out, laying on his back. 

He didn't expect Kirishima's rough nature to continue though. Eijirou glared at Bakugou before swiftly gripping his neck and pinning him further into the mattress. "Excuse you? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to right now? Order me around again, I fucking dare you." Kirishima spit out a look of fake disgust on his face. Bakugou was shocked by the moan that left him, more than happy with his decisions from tonight, at least so far. 

He yelped as Kirishima's hand left his neck and grabbed his hips instead. Kirishima pulled his ass into the air, Bakugou's legs spreading automatically, falling to almost meet his chest. "W-What are you gonna do?" Bakugou asked, eyes wide with arousal. "None of your fucking buisness." Kirishima spit out, digging his thumbs into the stretched pink muscle. Bakugou gasped as Eijirou pulled his rim apart, testing just how stretched he was. 

Bakugou saw his cock when he took off his pants, the way it weighed itself down, how his fingertips would definetly have trouble touching each other, and the fucking length- he wondered if Kirishima would actually show through his stomach…

As Kirishima added a finger to stretch and play with his rim, he decided to take down the roughness, only for a couple seconds though. "Use the traffic light system, okay?" He almost ordered, wanting to keep the same sexual energy but also let Bakugou know there was a safe way out. Bakugou's breath stuttered and he quickly nodded, having read enough fanfiction about being fucked by Kirishima and having done enough research to know something as simple as the traffic light system, and he's so fucking green.

Bakugou didn't expect a tongue to enter him though.

Bakugou nearly shouted, gripping at the sheets before pathetically trying to reach for the other man's head. "N-No!" Bakugou shouted, but it was moan filled and an empty request. Kirishima's eyes shifted to Bakugou, lapping his tongue over the blonde's rim before softly shoving it inside as far as he could. 

Bakugou was squirming around at the foregin feeling, gasping every time he moved his tongue, it felt so warm, soft and perfectly wet. 

Kirishima took his mouth away, licking his lips as he roughly slammed 3 fingers into the unsuspecting hole. He quickly spread them as far as he could, Bakugou's gasp turning into a pained moan. As Kirishima softly stroked his slightly pulsing insides, Bakugou was panting with wide eyes. "Beg." Kirishima ordered darkly, jamming his fingers into Bakugou as far as he could, hitting his prostate hard. 

Bakugou moaned out, caving in on himself because of how Kirishima held his ass up. But he wouldn't beg. 

After a few seconds of soft finger thrusting and no begging, Kirishima picked up the pace, slipping one of his fingers out, knowing Katsuki won't like the lack of fullness anymore. He jams his fingers into his prostate every time, Bakugou's eyes nearly crossing as he tries to arch his back but just keeps caving in on himself. 

"Fucking. Beg." "F-Fuck you.." Bakugou responds, his voice shakey, the defiance fake and fragile. Kirishima's eyes narrow, a frown forming on his lips. "Fine." He replies, shifting one hand to Bakugou's abdomen and pressing, pleased with the slight fullness under a specific layer of muscle. He continued to slam into his g-spot, Bakugou's eyes widening and getting slightly watery. "W-Wait-!" Bakugou moaned out loud, slight panic coating his oh so beautiful face. The tip of his penis kept rubbing against Kirishima's arm, and he knew so much stimulation was working against him. He was either going to beg or piss himself. 

"S-Stop! Too much- T-Too fucking much! I have to go you f-fuckkk-ing lunatic!" He moaned out, grabbing at Kirishima's arms. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you, or you're going to piss yourself, get your clean sheets dirty, all unsatisfied and embarrassed. Poor little Katsuki couldn't hold his little blatter while I fucked you with my fingers." Eijirou cooed, tiliting his head a little before bending down and licking along the back of his thigh to the crease of his ass. He travels up to his sack and licks him firmly with the flat of his tongue. 

Katsuki screams.

His clawing becomes frantic, and he's sure he's sobbing, but he's no match for even Kirishima's strength. "N-No! Ei- Stop! I-I'm gonna pee!" Katsuki cries, thrashing around as much as he can. But as Eijirou gently sucks in one of his balls, his resolve snaps. "Please! Please, please, please!" Katsuki finally cries, Eijirou's fingers slowing down and his hand letting up on his blatter. He moves away from Katsuki's cock and smirks down at the red and teary face below him. 

"Please what?" He asks, Bakugou's eyes widening. "P...Please… Please fuck me… I want you to fuck me with your fat cock!" He cries, tears falling from his eyes. 

Eijirou sighs, content with his work. "Good boy~" He coos, swiftly plunging 2 more fingers inside and spreading them. Katsuki gasps, looking up at Kirishima who refuses to look away from his face. 

As Kirishima slowly pulls out, he bends over and grabs the lube from the floor, popping open the cap and pouring it into Katsuki. He flinches and wines at how cold it is, and Eijirou just travels the bottle to his cock, rubbing his hand over it and coating everything with lube. 

As he sloppily closes the bottle, he moves Katsuki onto his stomach, Bakugou groaning as he was finally out of that horrid position. 

Kirishima places the tip at his entrance, kissing Bakugou's nape, and right as Bakugou prepares for a dreadfully slow slide. Kirishima slams into the hilt. Bakugou's eyes shoot wide and his thrusted up further into the bed with the force, his mouth dropping open as a horrid moan filled scream leaves him. 

This is it….he's not a virgin anymore…

He feels nothing but cock, painfully perfect cock that makes it hard to breathe.

Kirishima groans at the tight feeling, his body shaking as he convinces himself not to fuck Katsuki into oblivion. 

Eijirou starts off slow, dragging his cock out halfway before pressing in again, the pace making them both groan. God, Katsuki's back tooks so fucking pretty all arched like that, delicate but strong all in one. He always knew Bakugou would look so pretty with his face burried in sheets, his ass high in the air and filled with his cock. 

He feels himself slipping, his thrusts slipping into violent, angry lust every so often before he catches himself quickly. 

But as Katsuki's sweet moans keep reaching his ears, he finally gives in, grabbing Katsuki's wrists and pulling them back, lifting Katsuki off the bed and using his wrists as leverage, pulling his weak body back onto his cock as he slams his hips into the man's ass. 

"Holy fucking shit~" Bakugou's voice calls out as Kirishima's thrusts get rougher, violent. His voice bounced with the thrusts, his moans cutting each other off as Kirishima no longer cares about hitting the man's prostate, pounding into him purely for selfish pleasure Bakugou didn't know he was capable of. 

"Fucking pathetic cocksleeve- Such a fucking whore for dick, huh? You fucking-love! -taking my fat cock like this!" Kirishima spits out, pulling on Katsuki's wrists harder. Bakugou's eyes are crossing, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. 

'Ruining me-'

"Not a single thought going through that head of yours, huh? Just taking my cock so good like this, loving how I ruin every other cock out there for you! Only my cock can make you cum, can make you feel so fucking good!" "Y-Yes~" Bakugou's broken voice cries out, tears sliding down his cheeks. 

The bed is slamming into the wall so hard the pictures are rattling, and Bakugou can't register anything but cock, pleasure, Kirishima and cumming. 

"So fucking good, so~ fUCKing go-od~" Bakugou sobs, not caring of the searing pain in his arms and shoulder blades. But as Kirishima angles his hips, he starts slamming into Bakugou's prostate, and as Bakugou tries to arch in Kirishima's hold, he cums. He clamps around his cock so hard Kirishima moans, letting go of Katsuki's arms and letting him fall face first into the bed as his entire body rocks with unbroken thrusts, shaking with the ongoing orgasm that never seems to end. Eijirou hears the sobbing and groans with pleasure, swinging his hand down to Bakugou's ass, growling as he watches the muscle and fat ripple with the perfect impact. 

Kirishima puts his hands in the curve of Katsuki's spine, pressing him down and shifting forward, slightly sitting back on his calves as he jackhammers into Bakugou's swollen, red and oh so fucking soft boy cunt. 

Katsuki is screaming but it's so distant to Eijirou, all he can hear is the squelching of his ass and all he can think of is cumming. 

"FUCK- EIJIROU~" Katsuki screams, sobbing and begging for him to slow down, not to thrust so hard, not to be so brutal. He can't feel his limbs, all he can feel is the overstimulation as his body is pounded so hard he inches forward on his bed, only to be pulled back just as quickly. He feels like a cocksleeve because he is one. 

Kirishima groans, finally slamming into Katsuki with all he has, his cock pulsing inside Bakugou almost like a slow vibrator. As Kirishima completely fills Katsuki's intestines with cum, his own cock spurts out a pathetic amount of it's own cum, his balls drawing up tight and his cock twitching with painful interest. 

Kirishima and Bakugou are panting, and as Eijirou gives another overstimulated thrust for good measure, the both moan out. 

"F-Fuck…." Kirishima groans, Katsuki panting into the sheets with wide, tired eyes. 

He really did ruin Katsuki's chances at fucking anyone else. There's no way he can go back to toys, and there's no way he can fuck anyone else.

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