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saursoob · 10 months

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER - as bf’s

genre: fluff, random bf txt things, bf!txt x reader

yeonjun:

when you and yeonjun go on dates he takes soo many pics of you and the date you’re on! literally 30 million pictures of you he thinks you’re so beautiful he cant help it but if you’re not also doing the same and taking cute pictures of him as well he’ll get all fake upset “hey, i look cute too! take some of me” and he’ll pose all pretty waiting for you to take some of him 😭

if he playfully teases you and you get a little pouty he’ll definitely notice right away and pull you close and say something like “you’re so cute when you pout” and kiss you on your nose or forehead

he shares his food with you 24/7 “my baby always has to get the first bite” & will always ask after if you liked it “is it good my love?” he says it with such cute eyes UGHH he’s so cutie

soobin:

lovess movie nights with you but you especially love when its horror and he tries to act all tough but ends up screaming and hiding in your arms whenever there’s a jump scare and when the the movie ls over he says to you,“honestly that movie wasn’t even that scary” and says it so confidently too 😭

also the way when you make him laugh so hard to the point where he falls on to you laughing and/or shakes you slightly with his hands is literally so adorable + when he laughs his voice slightly squeaks at the ends of them

or the way he gets all flustered when you talk about how he was when you guys first met “you were just so shy soobin i cant help but tease you about it” and he comes up with sooo many excuses waving is hands in the air while a pink hue is tinting his cheeks, “well im just a naturally introverted person!” we all know its because it was love at first sight and that man was already so whipped for u

beomgyu:

loves loves loves being around you hes literally so clingy with you always playing with your fingers or hair he just loves being around you and he feels comforted by just that so cuddling with you is his fav & he absolutely loves when you play with his hair while cuddling especially during loser lover era when his hair was long <3

definitely will apologize first when in a argument but it will take him a while since his mindset is “why do i have to apologize? i didn’t do anything wrong, right?” but he will anyways because he cant stand you being mad at him for long

he loves teasing you but this time when going on a date with you he does it with his looks, tell me why this man pulls up to your date looking so scrumptious in a suit and tie ofc he teases “i look good right babe? i bet you can’t resist me right now” with that smirk of his so true i cant 🧎‍♀️

taehyun:

taehyun doesn’t often show his affection in physical touch but instead buys you “gifts”, it doesn’t matter whether its food delivered to your house after you get home from work because he knows how tired you must be after a long day or something as random as something he picked up for you while shopping that reminded him of you he’s always thinking of u bae

also when you guys go on dates he is not afraid to spend money on you always making sure you get the best, taking you to five star restaurants and such + acts like its no big deal “babe are u alright?” NO IM NOT?? THIS IS SO FANCY? swear wouldn’t even care if one appetizer is 1000+ dollars like what. anything for u he says so 🤷‍♀️

definitely would “make” you go to the gym with him you went willingly to watch him workout okay at first you were gonna actually work out with him but how can you when your boyfriend looks so good lifting weights like that?!?! its actually impossible not to stare at that sight

kai:

kai is such a reassuring boyfriend like any worries you have GO TO HIM!! not to mention so considerate like whenever you vent to him he’ll always ask “babe, do you want comfort or advice right now?” and by the end of it you’ll forget why you were even worried in the first place UGH kai is the definition of perfect bf

yk how protective he is with his plushes with the members? yeah not with you, he will literally let you borrow his fav plush and yes i say borrow because don’t get me wrong he LOVES you but he’s still a little protective with his babys also you guys definitely have matching plushies he bought you two pucca & garu

you two always talk in baby voices with each other def not in a cringe way though, it’s literally just became a normal thing for you two. at first it was to make fun of each other but now its just randomly. for the record though you don’t always respond back all cute 😭😭 “is it good y/nie?~” you give him the biggest side eye “well now im not hungry thanks!” LMFAO you both laugh about it so dw

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uraharasfavoriteexperiment · 3 days

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~ | short leash

[ pairing ] roommate!byakuya kuchiki x streamer!male reader [ genres ] smut. js filthy smut. [ cw ] kissing (more like making out), really heavy cursing, finger fucking, rough sex, light choking, breeding, praising, body worship, pet names (love, prince, doll, doll face, baby, kitten), short!reader [ author's notes ] cloud ten is a thing now. make cloud ten a thing. oh also there's a mention that you're grimmjow's brother + a grimmichi mention. [ words ] 2665 (how did this take so long.) please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

"m/n-"

you hear a familiar voice from across your flat. you grin, practically bouncing in your gaming chair out of sheer excitement.

"hey guys, i gotta go~" you say, giving your live chat the cute puppy pout you were known for.

"whaaat nooo!!" came a stream of incredibly pouty protests from some of your regulars, "whyyy"

you smile, pouting again. "my boyfriend is home!" you say, hoping they'll come to understand.

"oooh ok then go! go go go, go be with ur big handsome hunk~"

your brightly colored, coral-blue eyebrows disappear into your equal-parts brightly colored, coral-blue hair.

"elaborate." you demand, your voice cool, low and almost indistinguishable from your boyfriend's.

"oh gulp ok um- well he snuck on ur cam a couple streams back and i- 😳 that man is. is very hot. um. yeah."

you grin proudly, blushing lightly and nodding furiously.

"yeah, he is hot. he's really hot, i love him." you admit happily, looking over at your office door impatiently. your grin widens when byakuya walks in, and you squeal happily, looking back at your camera.

"alright guys, i'm gonna head out for the night, the man of the house is home and i gotta help him decompress from work." you say, faking a sad pout and dragging the pad of your pointer finger down your cheek to simulate a tear of sadness.

"i might get on tomorrow, but maybe not~ byyyye!" you smile and wave, flashing your happiest grin to your chat. you click the "End Stream" button and turn off your camera, spinning around in your chair and running into byakuya's arms. he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair. he inhales a deep breath of your comforting scent, letting his eyes close and squeezing you possessively.

"you've washed your hair." he observes quietly. you look up at him, confused.

"how'd you know?!" you ask, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy. his soft, tired smile becomes slightly more mysterious. you squint at him suspiciously.

"byakuyaaaa..." you say, "tell me."

"nope." he responds. you growl. byakuya goes completely, utterly, and defiantly silent in response.

you growl again, much more furiously this time, and without warning you give him the furious-pout-puppy-eyes combo...

and his demeanor crumbles.

"whenever you wash your hair it becomes shinier and more fluffy, and it starts to shine blue." he admits, his face turning a light, rosy pink. you smile shyly, your heart swelling with intense amounts of affection that you couldn't dream of explaining in words.

"you're so damn cute, 'kuya..." you say, pouting again, "makes me wanna ruin you."

byakuya's eyes darken and his aura changes from tired to something more threatening. his hands slide down your back and squeeze your waist, pulling you further up against him. he leans in, and his face is suddenly less than half an inch from yours. your heart skips a beat.

"you ruined me a long time ago, m/n..." he says in a near-whisper, "and besides... it's not gonna be you who takes control tonight."

you grin, leaning in and closing the distance, letting byakuya pick you up by your thighs. he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you effortlessly toward the plush, satin couch you had in your office, dropping you carefully into the cushions and quickly yanking off his shirt, not even bothering to move his hair back out of his face.

he needed you too much, and byakuya was an incredibly impatient man.

he pretty much falls on top of you, immediately burying his face in your neck and latching onto your throat hungrily. you moan at the sudden (and quite aggressive) contact, and your hands stray of their own accord up into his hair. your fingers tangle into his long, dark locks, and you pull his hair a little without noticing, eliciting a ravenous growl from the back of byakuya's throat. he bites harder on your flesh, leaving a bright purple mark on your throat.

byakuya pulls away without any warning, making you whine in furious protest. he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly, kissing you roughly. he keeps the kiss heated but continues to tease you, waiting. then, when you moan needily into his mouth, he takes the chance he's been waiting for, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you moan again, but this time the sound is a little more highly pitched.

"'kuya, c'monn..." you whine, "quit teasin' me, quit bein' a meanie~"

byakuya grins, shoving his tongue down your throat again. he growls, the immense pent up horn evident in his voice as he slips down your body like a snake, leaving little kisses and loving nibbles on your neck and collar bones. he continues this way for a few seconds, then his hands slide up underneath your shirt to grip your waist.

"take it off, kitten." he demands quietly, "now." you nod quickly, gently pushing him off of you and sitting up. you bend over and pull your shirt off as quick as you can, tossing it onto the floor and impatiently pulling byakuya back down with you, smashing your lips onto his. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and sliding his rams around your waist again, growling possessively.

"you're on a short leash tonight, you know." he says, breaking the kiss and looking you right in the eyes, ignoring the whiny protest you give. you look up at him, confusion clear in your face.

"what do you mean, 'kuya?" you ask, "what'd i do?"

"you made me go to that fucking meeting, m/n." he says as though this should have been obvious, "kurosaki and your brother are beyond insufferable, they never stop fighting. they're worse than you and renji."

you groan, rolling your eyes and squirming aggressively underneath byakuya's weight, pouting furiously at him.

"how's it my fault that blueberry and strawberry can't keep their hands to themselves?!"

"because i said so."

you pout in an unnamed emotion miles past fury.

"not fair."

"i'll make it up to you later." byakuya says quietly, latching onto your throat again with no warning. but this time he includes something else in his torturous ministrations- something a little more kinky.

one hand slips sneakily up your body, and he pokes your bottom lip with two fingers, looking at you expectantly. you grin, giving him what he demands. your tongue comes out and you take his two fingers into your mouth happily, moaning, whining and whimpering around them while he bites and sucks on your neck and throat, leaving the prettiest, purplest hickeys he can make all over your supple, irresistible skin.

byakuya lets you suck on his fingers for a while- about five minutes, before willing (more like forcing) himself away from your throat. he gently pulls his now-soaked fingers out of your mouth, grinning when he sees the shiny string of saliva that connects your swollen, pink lips to his fingers. he takes his weight off you, sits back and looks at you, and you don't even need to be told. you nod, quickly sitting up and kicking off your pants and boxers, pulling him down into another kiss.

while byakuya kisses you, he pulls you close to him by your waist- and now is when you notice that he, like you, is completely naked. he bends over you and touches his forehead to yours as he carefully presses his two fingers into your entrance, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly guides you into the moment, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

"you're doing so well, doll," he whispers lovingly, kissing the tip of your nose. you whine, shifting a little as he starts to move his fingers inside you.

"keep doing well and i'll fuck you dumb, kitten." he promises coolly, grinning when he sees the lewd, hentai-equivalent facial expression you make. your eyes roll up into your head and your face turns red, and a needy, wanton moan escapes your throat.

"oh god, please- 'kuya, please," you whine, "i-i'll be a good boy-"

byakuya interrupts you, kissing you roughly.

"you'll be a good boy anyway, brat," he hisses, "you've misbehaved today, and you need to repent." he grins wickedly, grabbing your chin with the hand he wasn't finger-fucking you with and forcing you to look at him. you shyly make eye contact with him. an invountary whine escapes your lips and you bite your bottom lip, shifting needily underneath him.

"good kitten." he says lowly, his voice dripping with lust.

byakuya then leans down and latches onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth again and his hand tangles into the hair on the back of your neck. he decides to play with you a little, tugging on your hair, adding another digit into your body without warning and continuing to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers.

after about five minutes of torturing you, he pulls his fingers out of you and repositions himself between your legs, grabbing your thighs and using them as leverage to pull you closer to him. he gets onto his knees in order to support his weight better, then bends over you and kisses you again...

but this time it's different- softer, more gentle and comforting as he slowly, carefully bullies himself into your hole, eating up every moan and whimper that leaves your lips as he fills you up with his ridiculously sized cock.

"f-fuck..." you whine, "shit, 'kuya, you're huge- mpfh-"

byakuya interrupts you impatiently, smashing his lips onto yours. he shoves his tongue down your throat yet again, choosing to wrap one hand around your throat at the same time and absolutely relishing in the choked gasp that rips from your lightly constricted throat in response.

"quiet, doll face." he commands quietly, and the cold, authoritative tone in his voice makes you obey without question, biting your bottom lip again and going silent. your eyes flutter closed and your face turns lily-pink, and a shaky breath escapes you as he starts to move. he lets go of your throat and grabs your thighs, squeezing and kneading them possessively as he steadily speeds up. within not even two minutes he's effectively railing you, holding you by the hips with your thighs wrapped around his waist as he punishes you for what you've done.

"you're doin' so well, kitten," byakuya coos into your mouth, "takng your punishment so fuckin' well... i'll have to remember to reward you dearly after you've taken your retribution."

your face turns bright red at the unwarranted praise, and your heart starts to race, having finally caught up with your head and realized what was going on inside and around your body.

within another five minutes your moans and whines start to become more desperate and high-pitched, and byakuya's name quickly becomes a common appearance in the short spaces between the lewd sounds you were making. your thighs squeeze his waist tightly and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your nails scratching bright red lines into his back and shoulder blades.

"aagh, fuck- fuck, shit- ah, fuck, byakuya-" you start to ask him to fuck you harder, but then the tip of his cock hits your prostate, making every thought leave your brain and causing your eyes to roll up into your skull.

"oooh fuck, baby, right there-" you growl like a stray dog, hugging byakuya as close to you as you can as your mind slips over the edge and you ascend to cloud ten. byakuya grins, burying his face in your neck and bites down- hard- on the spot right behind your earlobe, making you all but scream out of sheer, blissful pleasure.

"you're so pretty, baby," he whispers into your ear, making you whine needily, "your thighs are so thick and strong... and your waist is so perfectly shaped..."

your hole clenches around byakuya's cock and you moan loudly in response, making him let loose an animalistic growl that sends lustful shivers raging down your spine. his grip on your hips, which you hadn't noticed before, tightens aggressively, and he's sure it'll leave bruises on your skin later on. the idea of that makes byakuya's skin crawl and sends nasty thoughts flaming through his sex-fogged mind, but he keeps the filthy thoughts to himself and continues on the path he's currently on.

"'m g'na breed you, doll face," he hisses into your ear- and the very idea of it made a violent shiver run down your spine. byakuya feels your body shake, feels your insides squeeze around his cock in response, and a ridiculously uncharacteristically wicked grin spreads across his face- a grin so stupid that you could physically feel it against your neck.

byakuya chuckles, biting down on your neck again and sucking on your already-abused skin until yet another violent purple hickey comes to fruition. his hands slide down your sides and he squeezes your ass hard, so hard- plenty more than enough to make you moan again, and then, without any warning whatsoever, byakuya's pace quickens.

he presses one fist into your gut, forcing you to feel the way he's fucking you, making sure you know exactly who's fucking you so good.

so good...

so...

damn-

good.

your chest starts to heave, your lungs wheezing for air, and your eyes roll up into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you like some sort of heavy force. your pretty sounds go silent, as if someone snuck a hand behind your throat and flipped the off switch...

it infuriates byakuya.

he wants to hear your voice. he wants to hear the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth; he wants to hear exactly how blissful he's making you feel. he growls in irritation, pressing one arm against your throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard for you to breathe, but not enough to cause you any harm. leans down over you and uses his knees and his free hand to balance his weight, fucking into you faster and faster, harder and harder and harder, fucking you relentlessly through your already-ravaging orgasm.

his own walls crumbled quickly after that moment, and soon he has both arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly enough that you're still having trouble breathing. you're hugging him back just as hard, but with all four limbs- you're back to making your pretty little sounds, but it's mostly whimpers because you're losing stamina and byakuya is slowly suffocating you. byakuya continues to abuse your prostate, growling into your ear a disorganized mixture of possessive, worshipping and filthy comments that makes your head spin.

"h-hurry..." you whimper weakly, nuzzling his ear with your nose to try to egg him closer to his own orgasm...

and it works. byakuya's walls fall to the ground in pieces. he growls like an animal, slowing down drastically, instead choosing to fuck deeper into you as his orgasm finally finds him. he presses his hand into your gut again, applying as much pressure as he can muster up, whispering filthy, disgustingly sweet praises into your ear (mostly concerning your body) as he fills you to the brim.

byakuya releases the pressure on your gut and slowly pulls out, letting his weight fall on top of you, his chest heaving against yours as you both slowly regains conscious control of your minds.

"you did so well, kitten..." he purrs into your ear, his voice softer than usual. "so fucking good."

you smile weakly, a light pink blush dusting your cheeks. you hug him with every drop of strength you've got left, and he hugs you back, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"byakuya..." you say quietly.

"yeah, prince?" he responds quietly.

"i love you..." you whisper. byakuya smiles, reaching up with one hand and caressing your cheek with his thumb, dusting your neck, shoulders, collar and chest with light, cloudy kisses.

"i love you too, doll."

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myperfectfatdads · 5 months

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Boat Trip

I wish my family had a boat, but my friend Joshes family has a boat. When he invited me onto it I was super excited this will be my first time on a boat well ever! Josh said to let early in the morning at the docks, I’m going with him and his dad. Josh just wanted it to be us two but his dad insisted for him to go as they never get to go out on the boat anymore and he misses it.

Arriving at the dock I see Josh and his dad and me and him are sure ready to get on the boat and out into the ocean. We’re both really good swimmers Josh thinks we are because we did lesson when we were young but I think that it’s because of our fit bodies I mean come on why wouldn’t we be good at swimming. Joshes dad on the other hand if he falls into the water I think is big belly will take him under and drown him. He’s definitely not the fittest man out there I mean he is old though being 58 years old. Getting onto the boat it’s nice not to big but also not to small the perfect size. Joshes dad also wanted to drive the boat which im fun with because that’s just more time to talk to Josh. We don’t get to talk as much as we used to now that we are in college and don’t really have the time to hang out everyday like we used to. It’s takes about an hour or two to get out to what seems like the middle of the ocean not another piece of land in sight or boat. But what am I to know I mean this is my first time on a boat well ever. “Hey boys a brought a bunch of beer if you want some it’s in the cooler down stairs” says Bob, Bob is Joshes dad. Looking into the cooler he’s not wrong there is a ton of beer in there. “Well bro let’s this party started” Josh says while cracking open is first bottle of beer. We are old enough to drink beer now but I’ve never been a huge fan. I started drinking beer last year Thats when u fist tried it and have never had the urge to try it again. After a long day of drinking swimming in the water and eating food all three of us were exhausted. I had a few beers myself but Josh definitely had the most out of all three of us which is surprising because his dad loves beer. Looking at Josh he was definitely drunk.

He also wasn’t looking to good as his belly was sticking out a little bit when normally he has a nice hard six pack his face is also rounding out a little bit. His dad didn’t seem to mind though he would also come up to him and slap his gut and say that’s my boy. I think that Josh just needs to get to sleep he’s not looking too good he’s also looking a lot older than when we got into the boat. I tell his dad that I think we are ready for bed as it is starting to get late, but his dad just looks at me and says come one I haven’t had this much fun since I was young let the old guy have some fun won’t yah here I’ll grad you two another beer its on the house. Josh does look like he could stay up a little longer I mean sure why not we’ll have another beer. “Okay I take you up on your offer I got I real good beer I want to have you guys taste for me” says Bob. What’s so special about this beer anyways? “Nothing it’s just a normal beer here it’s a new flavor though. I could tell he wasn’t telling us the full truth but it’s my best friend’s dad so it’s okay. Me and Josh both take our beers and take a sip. “This one teste different man I don’t know what I think about it burpppp” says Josh. “Haha that’s my son!” Says Bob. “Well I think I’m gonna hit the hay this man is tired we’ll cheers to another fun day tomorrow” says Josh. We all say goodnight but Bob seems older happy for some reason and I don’t know why maybe it just because he doesn’t really have any friends so he thinks it’s cool or fun to hang out with us. Waking up in the morning I’m being called up for breakfast by Bob, ugggg I feel super sluggish what was in that beer from last night. Your sleeping next to Josh as you wake him up he’s like a new man he grew a whole beard over night and it’s grey too! Hey bro you good your not looking the best. “Yeah man I’m fine I’m just really hung over I think” says Josh. Well your dad is calling us up for breakfast so let’s go, maybe just take it easy today dude. “Yea we both should your not looking awesome too bro” says Josh, yeah I definitely had to much beer last night. “No dude I mean your belly” says Josh, looking down at your belly there is a little bump, oh it’s all good my metabolism good dude it will go away soon. Going up to breakfast you see Bob with a full meal, woah you prepared all of this on a boat thats awesome. “Yep you boys better eat up well because I’m think of another day of drinking and swimming maybe I’ll even get in the water with you guys if I don’t sink haha” says Bob. After a very fun day of drinking, eating bobs delicious meals and swimming you feel exhausted. Man I’m tired dude I’m about to go to bed are you? “Yeah I’ll be there in a sec” says Josh. “Here dude let’s have one last beer before bed my dad saved us two special ones.” Says Josh. Oh okay sounds good one more before bed won’t hurt. Josh and I drink our beers and then get into bed. Waking up in the morning it’s our final day, Josh is already out of bed which isn’t normal he normally sleeps in and I’m the one who has to get him up. As you get out of bed you feel super heavy and sluggish, must have been from all the beer last night. Walking up the stairs you head to men laughing. Bob and a stranger?? Hey Bob who is this fella? “What do you mean who burppppp is this fella it me Josh” says Josh. Looking at his body this is not Josh it’s at man in his mid 50s.

You and your dad could be twins you two look the exact same age. “Haha we get that burppppp a lot” says Josh. “I mean look at you bro we could almost be twins looking down at your body your met with an old man with one big beer belly.

Woah you’re right I guess the beer really piled on me. “Its sure did man but we still got one more day left on the boat and this papa needs some beer in his belly so open that cooler Bob” says Josh “You got it, that’s my sun going on boat trips with his old man” says Bob. “Haha who you calling old man I bet I look older than you and I bet I have the louder burp, burppppppp.” Says Josh. “Well boys this had been the best boat trip ever can’t wait for the one next burpppp week” says Bob. For some reason this feels so wrong but also so wright at the same time, but you can’t wait tell next week to see you two best friends again and experience that weekend all over again.

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sixosix · 2 years

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akaashi keiji: you can hear it in the silence

blurb keiji is hiding something from you. only when you get the courage to unearth it will you get more than what you anticipated.

a/n there were a lot of comments saying they wanted more of childhood!friend akaashi so i come here to serve! based off of a ts song. also im not sure abt the ending lolol

# wc, angst to fluff, mutual pining, but ofc neither knows about the mutual part, childhood friends to lovers, late night slow dancing awh, confessions

you wake up to noises. most, muffled and distant on one ear with your other is pressed against a lap; some, slow and near, like akaashi’s breathing and soft humming he doesn’t seem conscious of doing.

“hah?” comes someone’s voice. you recognize it, but in the dregs of exhaustion, you can’t pin a name to it. “this again? are you a pillow now or something?”

“i don’t mind,” akaashi says, and his grip on your hair tenses a little like it’s a lie, “we do this all the time.”

your brows knit together subtly.

the voice -- kuroo, you now identify -- hums thoughtfully. “yeah, i know that. but don’t let y/n… step all over you or something just because you’re used to it. you’re a smart guy, ‘kaashi.”

akaashi doesn’t reply this time, even when you were so sure that he would ask kuroo by what he means. keiji knows what he’s talking about. this unsettles you more than you’d like to admit.

you didn’t realize you were gripping his jacket tightly until his fingers resumed playing with your hair, soothing your nerves with just a touch. this makes you wonder, does he know you’re awake? or is it just a subconscious instinct to comfort you?

“well? are you gonna do it or not?”

do what?

akaashi lightly scratches your head. you’re probably purring, who knows. “i’ll see you around, kuroo.”

kuroo sighs. “see ya, man. kenma says bye.”

akaashi hums again.

you wake up and pretend as if you weren’t aware the entire time. if akaashi noticed, he doesn’t call you out on it. so you talk; you talk about how yukie and kaori will treat you to ice cream later and if he wants to come. about how they want to watch a romance movie with you tomorrow and they spoiled you about a slow dance scene. about how you’d like to hang out with him some more.

but he doesn’t speak again the entire night, sharp eyes far away from where he actually is.

akaashi is hiding something from you.

you should’ve known earlier, given how you pride yourself in knowing akaashi better than anyone else, but somehow you’ve missed this one.

ever since that practice match with nekoma -- ever since kuroo entered the room, and said words that made bells ring in the back of your head -- you’ve been noticing signs from akaashi that proved your theory that akaashi is avoiding you.

it’s a subtle shift. akaashi is certainly slippery when he wants to be. but for someone who has been best friends with him since you were plucked out of the womb, you noticed.

when you invite him to your house, he declines, always saying that he’s too tired but maybe he could next time (which would be fine, if his next time didn’t involve repeating the same words; it would be understandable if he didn’t sneak out to practice -- so aggressively, almost angrily -- when he thought you left the school).

when you talk to him -- this one is a tricky one -- he’s quiet. he usually is comfortable with letting others lead the conversation, but this is a tense silence. the kind of quiet that means he’s thinking hard and worrying about something. sometimes, some days are like that. you just don’t understand what’s so different about this one that has him hiding it from you.

it frustrated you. but you love him too much to risk making him uncomfortable for pushing.

but your heart breaks when you realized he's pushing you away.

you decided to give him space. you didn’t talk to him in the same way he didn’t instigate a conversation. you didn’t go to him in the same way he didn’t look for you the way he usually does. it’s been a week since you two last talked.

whoever came up with the quote fondness makes the heart grow stronger knew their shit.

“a fight?” ren, a classmate who you’ve only spoken to about three times, ponders aloud. he’s staring at you. “are the high school sweethearts fighting?”

“what? which high school sweetheart? where?” you whip your head around, disappointed to see everyone chatting peacefully. no high school sweethearts drama here, no sir.

“you and akaashi.”

“what?” you cough as an excuse to cover your face. “w-we’re not like that.”

“really?” ren looks genuinely surprised. “oh, my bad. sorry for assuming.”

“no harm done,” you smile, pointedly looking back at your notebook.

ren doesn’t get the hint. “say, l/n. i overheard the girls talking about this horror movie. do you like horror movies?” you haven’t given it much thought before. you usually didn’t mind any movie so long as you had akaashi’s blank-faced commentary and criticism that never fails to entertain you. the memory makes your expression sour.

“ren-kun,” you start, cutting off his pitch about how he had bought two tickets for him and his brother but blah blah blah this and that.

“y-yes?” ren looks hopeful.

“am i a bad friend?”

“...what?” ren blinks once, then twice. “uhm. i wouldn’t know, not exactly. but you seem sweet. and nice. i don’t see why you would be.” at your silence, ren shifts awkwardly foot to foot. “do you think you’re a bad friend?”

“i don’t know,” you murmur. “maybe he does.”

“who?”

“akaashi.”

ren looks contemplative, then sighs. “do you want to take your mind off of it?”

your eyes skim over the imprinted words on the book. you’ve been on the same sentence for the past few minutes, and never have any word registered on your mind. you don’t notice the door sliding open and someone entering. “and how do you suppose i do that?” you ask him, only a little absentmindedly.

“listen, l/n. to be straightforward with you, i really want to take you to this movie,” ren says. the boldness is almost charming. if only he was your type (and if only your brain would be caught dead if you were to think about anyone else). “it doesn’t have to be a date, but if you give me a chance it could be.”

you stare at him, dumbfounded. “uhm.”

you don’t want to go. someone wise once said (yukie-san) that horror movies were a cheap trick to get their date to hang onto their knight in shining armor because they are scared or whatever the boys wrote in playboy 101. honestly, all things considered (and you really don’t want to consider it), you’d rather not do any of that. it’s kinda lame.

you don’t have to answer when your eyes widen at the new figure coming up from behind ren.

“sorry, yamamura-san, but i already have plans with… l/n-san,” akaashi says, steely-eyed as if daring ren to doubt him.

“oh?” ren glances back and forth between the two of you. he holds akaashi’s gaze, and it’s almost a sneer. “hm, sure, okay. offer’s still up, though, okay?” but he walks away, tail between his legs at the surprising hostility radiating off of akaashi.

akaashi watches him leave with a funny expression, before turning back to you and his face softening.

you scoff. “i’m not gonna thank you.”

akaashi smiles, as though he was already expecting that. “you looked uncomfortable. you can just tell them that you have plans with me and i’ll understand and play along.”

but he doesn’t understand that you don’t want him to do all this from the goodness of his heart, but actually because you want a date from him, does he?

you sigh, breaking eye contact. “so you avoid me all week and then make my plans for me? some nerve you got there.” you’re not actually mad at him. akaashi shows his way of caring through subtle ways like this, because he can’t bring himself to just say plainly what he wants.

somehow, knowing all these little things about him makes it harder to get angry.

akaashi looks guilty at least. “sorry, did you plan on going?”

“no, of course not. you know i’d rather not bother,” you laugh.

akaashi looks thoughtful at this response.

it’s 2 in the morning.

2 in the morning and you’ve been tossing and turning unable to sleep so you decided to watch some shitty reruns that weren’t even close to enjoyable. but it took your mind off of things. like the fact that your akaashi is drifting away and he won’t even tell you what you did wrong.

and also-- what in the everloving fuck is akaashi keiji doing standing outside your window like that?”

“keiji?” you whisper, hysterical in a way that neared yelling; you didn’t notice the slip of his name, but he did. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

you had to pinch your arm to make sure that you aren’t hallucinating.

akaashi’s gaze on you is piercing. you definitely don’t look at the way the long sleeves of his shirt is cuffed around his forearms-- you do not. “can you sneak out?”

“what? right now?” even with your incredulity, he nods patiently. “are you fucking crazy!? how the hell did you even--”

“let me have this, y/n,” akaashi says, looking at you so earnestly you want to slap yourself silly for even raising your voice at him. “please.”

“akaashi--”

“keiji,” he whispers back, craning his neck to glance behind him. he’s usually not this adventurous, but you tell yourself that this is probably not the last surprise he’s giving you. “come on.”

so you give in.

well, kind of. you were expecting him to take you somewhere and kidnap you. maybe offer you to the aliens so it would leave some explanations as to why akaashi is acting so fucking weird!

but he actually led you to your own backyard, where there’s a speaker on the table and his phone on top of it. it’s playing some slow music you vaguely recognized played by a popular artist. you wonder if your neighbors have suddenly gotten deaf or if you’re the only one who feels as if the world has gone silent just for this.

akaashi must like this song if he’s willing to listen to it right now after offering:

“can we have a dance?”

you stare at him, round-eyed. so this is why he’s all dressed up. and you’re in your most comfortable pajamas. “you’re fucking crazy.”

akaashi can’t hide his smile. “that’s not an answer.”

you give in, taking his hand as he guides you to wrap it around his and the other on his shoulder. “keiji.”

“y/n.” he has one hand on your waist now. you don’t think you’ve been this intimately close to akaashi before, so you need to speak up before you lose your mind.

“did i do something? to, like, make you mad at me or something? did i upset you?”

akaashi’s eyes soften. “no, of course not.” you don’t know, but somehow you two are slow dancing, and akaashi is leading -- so naturally, as if this is how it’s supposed to be.

“then why were you avoiding me?”

“i didn’t mean to. i was just… thinking.”

you pair are swaying slightly, following the melody. your heart is fluttering and akaashi keeps looking at you. what the hell is happening? “d-does it have to involve not being around me?”

“i didn’t like the space either, y/n. but i was thinking about things that you would hate me for.”

you sigh. “keiji. look. you’re my best friend -- my bestest one ever -- and i love you more than you know, do you seriously think i would just hate y--”

akaashi’s eyebrows rise to his hairline. it’s the most expressive you’ve seen him. “what did you just say?”

you’ve never said the “L” word before. especially not just to akaashi, because then it would mean different. and akaashi -- stupid keiji who knows you too well -- knows this.

“--you, uh-- fuck.” you pull away from him. “did i just confess? was that a confession? please ignore what i said. i didn’t say anything. let me continue my monologue, dammit.”

akaashi can’t stop smiling. “do you mind repeating that? i didn’t hear you properly.”

“no. nooooo, don’t look at me like that.” you cover your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see the way he looks so happy. it’s not good for your soft heart.

“and how do i look at you?” akaashi is amused. he’s just teasing you at this point.

when you don’t reply, akaashi persists. he hasn’t been this assertive since… ever. maybe you’re a bad influence on him. “how do you know that you love me?”

“i don’t know! i just-- i just look at you and--” your voice goes quieter. “i think i do.”

akaashi hums, tugging you close until your chests are touching and leads you to sway again. “then, in that case. i think i might be in love with you, too.”

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heartache-otbs · 1 year

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daylight - lrh (songfic)

an: this song is stuck in my head and i figured it'd be an ouchie fic so im sorry

summary: songfic, daylight by maroon 5 (first verse / chorus)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

warnings: angst maybe? it's sad.

word count: 767

Here I am waiting, I have to leave soon. Why am I holding on?

Luke lays under the cool silk sheets, your body close to his as he lightly caresses your face under the moonlight. He can't sleep.

He hasn't been able to sleep for weeks. He's been stressing about going off on tour, without you. He loved his job, he loved travelling the world and he loved his fans.

But he also hates his job, because it takes him away from you.

Tomorrow is the day he has to leave, you had fallen asleep pretty early, tired from helping him back and prepare. So Luke had been staring at you for hours, memorizing what your face looked like and touching every square inch of skin he could, trying to hold on to you.

We knew this day would come, we knew it all along. How did it come so fast?

Luke doesn't know why he's desperately trying to hold onto you when this day was inevitable, how could he be so upset when this day had been coming for months? Shouldn't have he accepted it by now?

He thought it was just yesterday that he came home to you, announcing that he could finally go back on tour after the pandemic. How happy you two were and how proud you were of Luke. There was so much love and happiness in that moment, yet that memory in Luke's mind has faded into a blue hue of hidden regret.

It's too soon. Luke begins having second thoughts. I can't leave.

This is our last night, but it's late. And I'm trying not to sleep. Because I know when I wake, I will have to slip away.

Luke has hit the point of exhaustion, he can barely keep his eyes open but he refuses to go to sleep. The moment he wakes up he has to get in the car and get on the road, you couldn't take him because you had a school priority that you couldn't get out of.

"That's okay," Luke had sighed when you told him that you wouldn't be able to see him off "you need to do what ya need to do YN"

Inside he was torn to shreds, knowing he couldn't kiss you at the gate made him not want to go through it.

So Luke kisses you now, soft kisses all over your face while you sleep, his soft lips lingering on your warm skin every few seconds as he makes sure to kiss every inch.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. Because in daylight we'll be on our own. But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

You actually cried so much before bed. Once Luke got in the shower, you lost it. You were in such hysterics that Luke heard you from the bathroom and came out to comfort you, tears escaping his face as well.

As you held each other, Luke kept promising that he was never going to let you go. That he'd never let anything come between the two of you, that he'd hold you forever if he needed to. He made a slight joke that he wouldn't go if it made you stop crying.

Was it really a joke though?

What the big thing was about the next day, was that you two had never necessarily been separated for each other for a long period of time. You two had gotten together right before the pandemic started, so you spent all of your time at each other's houses. Moved in together pretty quickly, he hadn't gone anywhere for work and if he did you went with him, because of the pandemic you had online school.

But now with societal normalities back in place, you and Luke had to be separated from each other. Something that you both would have to learn how to deal with.

You two really didn't know how to exist without the other one on hand, some would say it was an unhealthy codependency but you and Luke were just happy.

What would you even do without Luke? It'd be so quiet. So empty. You'd no longer have his comfort coming back from class. No more making pancakes for him on Saturday mornings. Your routine will be all out of sorts, what will make up for it?

You tried not to think about it once it crossed your mind, instead, you let Luke hold you as you drifted off, sinking into the last night you had him next to you, dreading the daylight.

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svechnikovvv · 2 years

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family issues

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pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

warnings: profanity, dives into family issues

word count: 1,392

summary: after your parents getting into an argument, you stay the night at robin’s, a bit steamy

a/n: my mommy issues got the best of me on this one. so i apologize. also, sorry this one's relatively short

you stayed the night with robin since your parents got into another really big argument.

***

"come on m/n, you barely make any time for family anymore" you heard your dad calmly say to your mom

"well im sorry that i have a job!"

"please don't yell, y/n is sleeping"

"you're seriously worried about y/n right now?!" your dad wasn't one to raise his voice, but he finally had enough.

"yes, i'm worried about her! sue me for caring about our daughter that you seem to be disregarding!" she lets out a scoff

"disregarding my own daughter? seriously d/n?"

"yes! can't you see it?? you constantly blow her off for 'work' or make up some bullshit excuse as to why you can't attend anything school related. did you know, she aced that geography test that she was stressed out about? did you know that she brought her school mathletes club to nationals? did you know any of this?!" his voice softens a little towards the end.

"do you know how much it kills me when she looks out in the crowd for you at any of her band performances and you're not there? so yes, you've completely disregarded her and shoved her aside. i get it, you have a job, you bust your ass working, but so do i. so that doesn't give you any excuse to not support her.

"she goes the extra mile to make you feel proud of her and you. don't. care. you're failing her, m/n. and i'm sick of it. she doesn't even have that spark in her eyes anymore. she looks tired. and i'll be damned if i keep watching from the sidelines as you tear her down. fix this."

it goes quiet and tears are streaming down your face. but your dad had a point. she was never there anymore.

"i'm leaving. this is too much for me." you hear your mom say and your dad starts yelling again.

"too much?!" he scoffs. "you're telling me that caring even the slightest bit about your daughter is 'too much'?! you want to know what's too much? this marriage. i'm not going to keep pulling your weight around here."

"fine. see what i care. i'll mail you the divorce papers" you hear the front door slam and you assume your mother left. if you can even call her that anymore. you wipe your face and get up to go check on your dad.

you open your bedroom door and see him sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen counter, head in his hands. you slowly walk to him and place a hand on his shoulder. he turns to face you and the rims of his eyes are red. he gives you a lopsided smile.

"hey kiddo. cant sleep?" you hug him and he hugs you back.

"i'm so sorry dad." you let out a sniffle and he sighs.

"don't be sorry for the inevitable" you pull back from him and nod.

"go try and get some sleep, okay?" you nod again and walk back to your room. you sit there and stare at the ceiling for a while.

once you hear your dad's bedroom door close, you quietly get up and grab your overnight bag. you shove an outfit for school tomorrow into the overnight bag and you make your way to the front door. you write a note to your dad saying that you're going to robins. you then grab your school bookbag and you leave the house, locking the door behind you.

you swing one leg over your bike and mount it, pedaling towards robin's place. once you get there, you knock on her door. loud enough for her to hear and quiet enough not to wake anyone. she opens it immediately since she hasn't gone to sleep yet and she's shocked to see you standing there.

she takes in your disheveled appearance and pulls you inside with her, instantly bringing you into a hug.

"what happened pretty girl?"you loved when she called you that.

she brings you to sit on her couch and she pulls you into her, rubbing your back soothingly. you explain everything that happened to her and she listens to the whole thing intently, confused as to how your own mother could every hurt you. robin thought you were the sweetest thing to ever walk the face of the earth and she loved you more than she loved boobies. which was a lot.

"do you want to head to bed?" she asked after everything and you nodded and the two of you got up, heading to her bedroom.

"don't judge my room, i haven't cleaned it in a while. wasn't expecting guests" you let out a weak laugh and she feels good that she made you laugh.

you two settle into bed and drift off to sleep.

***

you were woken up by robin peppering kisses all over your face. you laughed and you two eventually got out of bed and got dressed for another awful day at hawkins high.

you heard robin struggling to do something in her bathroom and you walked in to see her trying to do her eyeliner.

"let me help" you take the stick out her hand and motion for her to sit on the toilet lid. she listens then you situate yourself on her lap.

you cup her cheek in your hand and carefully apply her eyeliner and her hands around your waist tighten a little.

"all done" you say, then pulling back to admire your work. robin hadn't spoken yet, just kept staring at you.

"what? is there something on my face?" you go to look at yourself in the mirror but robin stops you. she holds your face in her hands and smiles.

"what did i ever do to deserve you, y/n?" she then pulls you into a kiss and you hear a faint moan come from her. you pull back and rest your forehead against hers, the sound of her panting heavily being the only sound you can hear. you let out a small laugh.

"robin, it's not even 7:30 in the morning and you're already horny? god, and i thought steve was worse"

she laughs and pulls you back into another kiss. you two are then broken apart as you hear a horn honk outside.

"shit, steve's here to take us to school"

"speak of the devil and he shall appear," you mumble to yourself, but robin heard it and laughs. she goes to walk to her bedroom but you grab her hand and pull her back to you.

"thank you robin. for everything you do. i don't tell you i appreciate you enough" she furrows her brows and grabs your hands in hers and faces you.

"why are you thanking me? you know you're always welcomed here. and i'll always be here for you. there's no need to thank me" you look down at your feet and she tilts your chin up to look at her.

"there's those pretty eyes i adore so much" you smile and your face heats up.

"i love you. so much"

"i lo-" she's cut off by steve yelling.

"robin come on! how hard is it to put on shoes?!" you both laugh and head out, locking her door behind you. steve gasps a little. robin slides into the passenger seat, you in the back.

"apparently tying shoes takes a long time and is actually quite fun" robin says to him and he just about breaks his neck to look at her and you laugh.

"please don't talk about sex with y/n to me" you interject.

"we didn't fuck, steve. we were making out. tonsil tennis if you will" steve starts to choke a little and robin is laughing her ass off in the passenger seat.

"just.. be quiet please. my virgin ears can't bear to listen anymore"

"yeah, okay, virgin ears. oh my god, steve! steve! harder!" you imitate moaning and robin is thoroughly entertained by this as steve's face goes red.

"i hate both of you" you then laugh

"i'm only messing with you steve-o" you then ruffle his hair and he swats your hand away.

"do not touch the hair" you and robin laugh and steve continues his drive to hawkins high. it was the longest twenty minutes of his life.

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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NO?! RIGHT?!

Teen dad!Billy Hargrove x Teen mom!hopper!Reader

Summary: Weeks after an incident with your boyfriend your not feeling well and with hopper concerned he takes you to the doctors.

A/n: sorry it took so long to put out another part to this. Reader is Adopted. This takes place before Vicky is born. im also appologizing right now i do my reserch but of course things arnt going to be accurate due to the fact ive never been pregnant.

Warnings: Teen Pregnacy , Angst, Morning sickness, mentions Neil’s terrible and Abusive Parenting, Established Relationship, Strong Language,OOC BIlly, She/her pronouns

Word Count: 1.2k

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You had been home sick for 3 days not feeling well having felt queasy and tired. Your dad was getting ready for work when he heard you in the bathroom retching into the toilet. Your head on your arm leaning against the toilet seat. You were feeling a bit better after that, you were obviously sick with something. “Are you sure your gonna be okay if I leave you here?” Hopper said weary “Yeah, yeah I should be fine in like a few days I’ll be okay,” “If you're not better by tomorrow morning I'm taking you to the doctor okay?” he says sternly butting on his jacket. El was toasting egos in the toaster while you were feeling a little better, you decided to try and go to school getting dressed and ready to be a bit late. You saw billy in your first period. You could feel your boyfriend's eye’s on you. As your class ended he came up to you leaning his arm next to you on the locker. “You been gone for 3 days, and every time I call your house all I get is your little sister saying you're sick, ” he says searching your eyes. “What's up with that Doll?” “I've just been sick I'm not contagious or anything I was feeling a bit better so I came in” Billy's eyebrows furrowed. “Well, I'm glad to have my girl back,” he smiles looking at your lips leaning in and pressing his slightly chapped lips to yours. you went threw the day with a very little bit of nausea. But you managed the rest of the day without too many issues just being really tired. Which Billy defiantly took notice of. You had made it back home and tried to eat something really that's you had been avoiding all day cause you were worried about queasiness. After a nap and eating a snack you were doing okay till 5:15 and your dad brought dinner home. “I got you an appointment with your doctor tomorrow something is clearly wrong,” Your dad says with a deep sigh “Uh thank you,” you said digging into your food. You were up bright and early, heading to the doctor. “Okay, so I do have to ask this hopper just in case. Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?” your doctor Hopper looked at you, eyebrow raised waiting for you to answer the question. “No right?!” he says sternly looky “I uh maybe, I would say no but there was an incident a few weeks ago with my boyfriend where the condom ripped and we thought it would be fine,” you rambled on. You could see Hopper in the corner shaking his head and rubbing his temple. “okay that's fine we can simply run a few tests, cause due to your symptoms it seems nothing else could be wrong aside from you seem to be a little dehydrated, and a bit bloated, can you tell perhaps when your last period was,” your doctor said. “Uh mine was a little over a month ago so technically mine should have started I guess,” you say a bit unsure, she nods writing it down. “Well we’ll do a blood and urine test and we’ll let you know when we have the results,” she said. You got the blood test and urine test and scheduled an appointment for later that week to go over the results. “Why wouldn't you tell me something like that happened” Hopper “Oh yeah, it would be super easy to say ‘hey dad remember my boyfriend you hate, yeah we’ve been screwing in the back of his car, and the condom we used was faulty and I might be pregnant with his baby’” you snapped. Hopper let out a sigh as you rode in silence for a while “Are you mad at me?” you said tears and streamed down his face hopper looked between you and the road “Christ kid, no I'm not mad I'm just concerned,” Hopper said “Your 17, and I'm just worried about how difficult this will be for you,” he said with a deep sigh. You nodded and the rest of the ride was silent. For the next few days, you were at school waiting for the result to come back in the weekend finally came around and so did your appointment. “Well, your test result came back Y/n you are pregnant we're gonna get you set with an ultrasound so we can see exactly how far along you are,” your doctor said you looked at your hands nodding. The truth is that a part of you knew you were pregnant, but the truth was really setting in as the words were uttered by your doctor. Your mind went blank as she gave you an appointment date and gave you some recommendations, and vitamins on what you could start doing now. leaving the doctor's office you had a lot on your mind you intended to keep the baby. That was something you thought about long and hard last night. How would you tell Billy though, you’d have to say something eventually. Your ride to the store was silent, your dad getting out to grab things as you went threw the pharmacy isles you grabbed the vitamins while Hopper grabbed some snacks and other things. Your mind was everywhere. as Hopper paid. the ride home was silent “What are you gonna do? are you gonna tell that Billy kid?” Hopper said “yeah, I'll tell him I think I just need a minute.” you got home and went in your room waving to El as she sat in her room in the cabin. you weren't entirely sure how to tell your boyfriend this was kinda a roadblock in your guy's plans for after high school. Go to California live carefree for a while, be wild young adults before possibly settling down. but now this threw a bit of a Rench in the plan. Billy was also a bit rough around the edges you had been keeping him in check with shit he use to say, influenced by his asshole of a father. You finally decided to tell him while the two of you were on your way home Billy driving you out near the cabin. the speed of Billy's Camero going too fast to be anywhere near safe. Half of you didn't really think much before what came out your mouth. “I'm pregnant” those two words caused the car to swerve a bit “Y/n What the hell! You don't just spring that on a guy,” he says looking between you and the road. He pulls over albeit roughly and brakes leaning his head against the wheel. He breathes out looking at you. “You're sure, like you not fucking with me,” he says lowly. you look at the roof of the car. “I'm not fucking with you I'm serious billy,” there was a long pause of silence “So are you gonna say anything,” “I mean it's mine right?” he says raising an eyebrow at you “of course, it's yours I haven't fucked anyone else,” you say slightly frustrated at his response “ Well then I'm gonna help raise it,” he said leaning back and joining you in looking at the ceiling of the Camero “I may be an ass but I want to be better than my shithead of a father,” he says breathing out “I'm not gonna leave you to do this alone okay,” he said looking at you and grabbing your hand.

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 7 months

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I just finished ur werewolf richie fic what the fuck what the fuck it was v good and i love all of them so much but it also spat on me and ripped my heart out and i’m mad at you (i’m not ily for making this masterpiece im sad it’s over but not cause u put my favorite characters through it). you wrote it ages ago but i thought i would lyk anyway🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

AHHHH THANK YOU!! :') this is so nice thank youuuuu and I truly apologize it is truly so brutal hgjklf <3<3<3<3

as both an apology and a thank u here's a like full chapter of the sequel fic I never ended up writing about how each of the Losers find out Richie's a werewolf

(for context Mike DEFINITELY knows something is up with Richie by the end of the original fic, or at least suspects, so she finds out/talks to richie about it first)

(and also also for context this is a big streddie fic in my brain this part is just a Stozier Moment but it's important to me that everyone knows this)

Link to fic for context :)

She doesn’t mean to go to Stan’s.

Like super does not mean to go to Stan’s.

Like, the first thought when she woke up, sick on blood, cold and hurting, was ‘I want Stan but I cannot under any circumstances go to Stan’s right now because I can’t drag her into this’ doesn’t-mean-to-go-to-Stan’s.

She meant to go to Mike’s when it became clear going home and being alone was not going to be an option tonight, not if she wants to feel like a person tomorrow.

It’s not that she really wants to drag Mike into this either, but Mike had quite honestly dragged Richie, teeth and all, to her and she’s working on trying not to feel like it’s selfish to get her involved.

But she didn’t go to Mike’s house, because she is selfish.

She knows it’s stupid but tonight was one of the bad nights and she’s hurt and she’s scared and she’s just so tired and all she wants is Stan. Stan just has this practical, mini-adult, weirdo way of making everything feel, even if it’s just for the moments you're with her, like it might be okay.

She considers coming through the window like she does with Eddie’s, but Stan’s parents (fucking surprisingly) don’t hate her guts and her whole body goddamn aches too bad to feel like risking it.

So she just knocks, as boring as it is and as weird as it feels to be doing it so very early. They’ve got a doorbell but it makes Donald pissy whenever someone uses it, so, normally Richie slams on it as many times as it takes to get a reaction. But not tonight. Tonight she doesn’t want a reaction, she wants a Stan. So she waits.

And waits.

And knocks again.

Stan (god, fuck, thank god, it’s Stan) answers the door, finally, and despite her repeated reassurance to herself that Don and Andrea Uris do, in fact, like her, Richie feels her whole body slump in relief.

No reaction, just a Stan.

She’s got her arms crossed tight over the front buttons of a cardigan she’d definitely stolen from her dad, it's way too big on her, hitting well past the thighs of her rolled up jeans and tangling around her fingers. They aren’t pajamas, but they aren’t anything Stan would ever leave her house in either, and something muddled in Richie’s tired brain goes ‘huh’. There's a red calculator-keys indent on her right cheek.

There’s always been a sort of art form to understanding the complicated language that is Samantha Uris’ startlingly expressive eyebrows, one most don’t bother learning and Richie is fluent in. She can easily translate, from the way her cocked eyebrow droops into something furrowed as she takes in the scene that is Richie, that she’s fucking concerned.

She’s sure she’s what one might call.. a sight, bloody and dirty and wearing whatever mismatched, musty clothing she’d managed to keep stored in the clubhouse before the full moon for situations like this.

(Last night had been one of the blurrier nights, when she couldn’t quite remember how she’d gotten old barbed wire tangled in complicated knots around her ankle or whether or not she’d killed anything. She hated those nights. Fucking hated them so much. She’d had ample amount of time to adjust, she’d was far better at dealing with the idiosyncrasies of being a monster now than she had when it'd all first happened, but she still hated the not knowing of it all, it made her feel useless and dangerous and often left her in dire need of hugs she was too worried to ask for.)

Stan ushers her in, grabbing her upper arm and then recoiling back in something that could either be horror or hurt when Richie flinches away, hands tucking under her armpits in an awkward crossed-arms self hug.

“What the fuck, Rich?” She hisses, unfolding her arms just long enough to close and lock the front door before she leans against it, shoving her hands back into place. She seems entirely lost on what she’s supposed to do, which is fair enough, Richie hasn't said anything yet. She thinks absently that her silence might be more startling than anything else.

She really doesn’t think she can say anything, she hadn’t thought of an excuse for the injuries Stan hadn’t noticed yet but was sure to once they were out of her dimly lit foyer, she hadn’t thought of an excuse to even be here because she shouldn’t be here.

There is also the dangerous, ever present possibility that she will do nothing but sob if she opens her mouth.

She’s already toeing the thin line between holding it together and a complete breakdown, and Stan Uris has a way of making that already fragile line as structurally sound as a strip of cellophane.

They just stand there for a moment in a silence more awkward than they’re used to.

Richie shifts her weight, wincing when she puts too much pressure on her fucked up ankle, if Stan notices she doesn’t give any indication other than a slight raise of her eyebrows (that means she’s noticed, she’s absolutely goddamn notices, but she’s waiting to give Richie a chance to tell her herself).

The door down the hall clicks softly open, breaking through the quiet. Stan’s parent’s room. Her shoulders immediately tense, hands absently fiddling and straightening the buttons down the front of her sweater so suddenly Richie isn’t even sure Stan knows she’s doing it.

“Samantha? Who's there?” Andrea Uris appears, padding halfway down the hall before stopping, pulling her long, silky robe tightly around itself. Stan’s posture slumps to something more comfortable. She always looks more comfortable around her mom.

(Richie had always liked Stan’s mom, for the obvious reason that she didn’t make Stan all rigid and anxious like her dad did, but there was more to it than that: Andrea Uris was almost startlingly like her daughter. It’s a fact Stan would resent if you told her, so Richie keeps quiet about it and appreciates it from a distance.

Except right now she really, desperately wanted her to go away before she noticed something or told Stan’s dad who would most definitely say it was too early and kick her out. Or call her parents. Which is way worse.)

Her eyes catch on Richie’s ankle and one eyebrow raises carefully. Fuck.

“It’s just Richie, Mama, can she stay over?” Something unreadable flicks across Mrs. Uris’ face, hidden by her quickly pursed lips and slow nod.

“Well, I suppose it’s practically morning anyway, as long as you two keep it down.” She gives a final cursory glance to Richie’s ankle, lifts a hand to wipe a smudge of what she desperately hopes is dirt and not blood off her cheek, and spins on her heel, walking back to her bedroom. Before she closes the door all the way, a snippet of conversation, a lie to Stan’s dad about the paperboy coming bright and early, drifts down the hall that Richie knows only she can hear. Stan’s shoulders untense at the same time as hers anyway.

“Come on, let's go upstairs.” Stan holds her hand out, tentative and wavering in the space between them, not quite touching like she's afraid Richie will flinch again. She takes it, lacing their fingers together and trying very hard not to cry not to cry not to cry as Stan guides her up the familiar path to her bedroom.

She falls back into her desk chair, legs extended and arms crossed as she studies Richie up and down. Richie just stands there, shifting nervously under the scrutiny and shaking her head when Stan looks pointedly at her bed. (She’d managed to slice her back up a little, somehow, and can feel the cuts already scabbing over, they weren’t too deep, but the back of her sweatshirt is still damp with blood and her ankle is still somewhat mangled, she doesn’t want to stain any of Stan’s things. Because Stan gets all panicky about stuff like that and she already shouldn’t fucking be here-)

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Whatever do you mean, Staniel?” She asks, going for casual dismissal and stumbling somewhere closer to ‘I am definitely hiding something’.

“You’ve been acting weird. I thought it was… I figured it was everything that happened that summer,” Stan sat up carefully, one hand subconsciously rubbing up the scars that lined her cheek.

They rarely talked about it, ‘that summer’, nobody quite knew how to go about it and Stan especially could never seem to find it within herself to say Pennywise, not that Richie blamed her.

“But that was two years ago. It’s not that I expected you to be over it obviously, but I don’t think that's what's going on here.”

“What are you talking about?” She laughs, sharp and defensive, and Stan furrows her eyebrows together, rocking out of the chair so she’s standing in front of Richie, one hand firmly on her shoulder like she’s worried she’s a flight risk. Maybe she is.

“Richie, I want to help you but I need to know what's wrong.” She tries for a smile, it’s reassuring in the barest sense of the word but only because it’s Stan. The smile doesn’t reach her eyes, she’s worried, Richie is worrying her, that's not what she wanted.

“Nothing is wrong, I’m fine!”

“I’m sorry, but you can't show up on my doorstep at six in the morning, bleeding and covered in dirt, and just expect me to think you’re fine! Why are you acting so weird?” Stan is getting angry, some of her carefully-crafted-Stan-Uris-patented-composure slipping enough that Richie’s instincts are telling her to shut the fuck up or get the fuck out if she doesn’t want a fight. Coming here was stupid.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Richie who still can’t bring herself to leave because even as Stan squints at her, all unwanted concern and frustration, Richie feels so much safer than she has all night.

“I’m not acting weird!” She is. She knows she is. It’s a literal wonder she hasn’t had a thorough Stan interrogation yet.

“Yes you are! What the fuck is up with you?” Stan shoves her shoulder a little too hard, prodding her in the chest like she’s trying to force her worry to resonate in Richie with her finger tip.

“Nothing!”

Her and Stan don’t ‘fight’; they bicker and disagree often enough, sure, they playfully argue in a way that makes half their school think they hate each other, but they don’t fight. Not often, at least. It always makes Richie feel constantly overwhelmed and upset and wrong so she tries to avoid it as often as possible, and, despite how easily she gets into arguments, Stan tends to hate confrontation. Especially with Richie.

“Just tell me!”

“I’m a werewolf!”

(Now, to take a step back, the worst fucking possible thing for one to say to their best friend who they most certainly don’t want to know certain things, such as their incredibly traumatically acquired lycanthropy, is “I’m a werewolf!”

Are we clear on that? Good. Because while it rarely comes up for most people’s day to day lives it’s pretty solid advice that in this moment Richie Tozier desperately wishes she’d been given.

In her defense she’s exhausted and achy and just wants a hug from the person whisper-shouting at her so her critical thinking isn’t really powered up to full but, still, it’s an inadvisable tactic that, in her opinion, probably will end with said whisper-shouting should be hugger running for the hills.)

Why the fuck did she say that oh god oh god oh god shes going to hate her now, fucking idiot, why did she just say that-

Stan just lets out a low, angry laugh, startling her out of her panic and into a new, limited edition version of panic that was just sort of confused.

“Fucking fine. Don’t tell me.”

“What?”

“I said don’t tell me. God, fucking… whatever, Rich.

“What?” It comes out all choked and weird the second time. She’s giving her an out and Richie has no clue why she suddenly feels as though she cannot take it under any circumstances.

“Beep fucking beep. I’m not in the mood for a weird, shitty joke, right now.”

“It’s-” (This is where you stop, Richie,) “I wasn’t-” (fucking laugh like your an asshole so she doesn’t know you weren’t lying,) “Stan.”

“What.” She snaps. She’s fucking pissed and Richie is well aware all she’s doing is making it worse.

“I wasn’t kidding.” Well, fuck.

“Sure.”

“Stan.” She’s making it very hard to accidentally expose life changing truths to her tonight. Which is to be expected, she guesses. Stan’s never been into change or mysticism or things that didn’t have concrete scientific evidence backing them up, but she’d figured, with clown shit that at least this would be a little fucking easier.

And then she does something really goddamn stupid.

Stan blinks hard at Richie’s bite-scarred arm, and then down to where she’d yanked off her sweatshirt onto the floor, and then back up to her bite-scarred arm, and Richie just stands there and shivers in her stupid little tank top and thinks that she really goddamned should have taken the out and let Stan be pissed off at her.

She doesn’t look at the scar when she can help it, it’s gross and it’s big and it’s… uncomfortable. She fucking hates it and there's a reason her wardrobe has shifted exclusively to long sleeved button ups and light jackets regardless of the weather. And now here she is. Just letting Stan stare at it over and over and over like she’s got short term memory loss exclusively for big gross bite scars.

Stan’s mouth drops open, a bit fucking belatedly, before she takes a shuddering breath in through her nose and squeezes her eyes shut, “When- what- no. Okay. No.”

“No?” Richie giggles, feeling a little hysterical. Stan does a weird, garbled approximation of a giggle back.

“You… You’re not kidding? I’d like you to be kidding I think.” She just keeps staring.

Richie considers just cutting her arm right off, “Mmm. I’d love to be kidding.”

She finally looks up, makes frantic, slightly insane eye contact with Richie, and offers a sturdy “Well fuck.”

Stan wraps her ankle. Richie tells her she doesn’t need to, that it’ll be fine in like an hour and maybe she should actually just go- but she just rolls her eyes, pushes her onto the bed, and makes some wry comment about Richie needing to pay her dry cleaning that makes Richie a little dizzy from the sudden awareness of the metallic scent of her blood saturating the baby powder clean fabric softener of Stan’s sheets.

She bites down hard on her tongue to keep from wincing as Stan cleans the sloppy puncture wounds. She tastes copper and somewhere in the back of her head Eddie Kaspbrak cries out some probably-wrong-warning about human teeth being able to bite through their tongues or fingers with the same amount of force you would use on a carrot, it’s just that your brain doesn’t let you.

She wonders, if only to distract herself from Stan’s shaky fingers around her leg, where that statistic falls for dogs.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?” Stan asks, eventually, as she messes with the bandages she’s wrapping around Richie’s ankle. Unwrapping and rewrapping and unwrapping and rewrapping the top layer in a way that means she’s probably-definitely a little more nervous about this whole thing then she’s trying to let on.

“I mean it’d kinda be a dick move not to let you, huh?”

“Probably.” She snorts, and god, it’s all so Stan, and so fucking normal, that Richie wants to cry.

“Ask away, Stan-a-rita.” She says instead. Probably a little too choked up for a word like Stan-a-rita.

“Wow. Horrible.”

“Hey, I’m having a day, cut me a break.”

She rolls her eyes, but her smile seems supremely forced, which makes Richie nervy. Stan isn’t one to fake smile. If she’s unhappy she’s generally more than fine with making sure you know it.

“When? When did you… y’know?”

“Get bitched?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, come on do you know how long I’ve been holding off on bitch puns?”

“Richie.” She says, instead of ‘come on, asshole, I know what you're trying to do and I’m not letting you off that easy- answer the question’ but Richie got the message all the same.

“It was fuckinnn’ clown shit, near the end of that school year.”

“Fuck, Rich.”

She lets her head flop back onto the mattress, “Yeah.”

To her surprise, Stan pats her ankle firmly and flops on her back next to her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh, yeah, course, that'd go well: ‘hey Stan, y’know that fuckinnnn’ monster clown that tried to eat your face and killed Georgie fucking Denborugh?’” Stan flinches and Richie tries to ignore it, even if it leaves her feeling like a complete dick, “‘Yeah, he made me a monster too. SURPRISE! Lets have a fucking sleepover.’”

“Don’t call yourself that.” Stan grumbles, softly, reaching for her hand on the top sheet. Richie yanks it away before she can.

“I mean I am.” She laughs, frantically, “I mean- I mean, god, fuck Stan you shouldn’t even be talking to me anymore, I’m… I’m a fucking monster-”

“Hey! Don’t call yourself that.” Stan snaps, too sharp to leave much room for argument. At any other time Richie may not have even tried, bottled it up and decided later whether to believe what she’d said. But this wasn’t one of those times, this was a matter of Stan’s safety and she didn’t seem to understand.

“No! I’m a fucking- I’m a werewolf and I don’t even know what I’ve killed and I’m… I’m a monster.” She repeats helplessly, shoving herself off the bed. Trying to get Stan away away away but she just scrambles off and sits in front of her. Knees pressing against Richie’s tangled up legs.

“You’re Richie.” Stan says firmly, leaning so close that Richie can feel her breath across her nose, the Stan-specific scent washing over all her senses, eraser rubber and grass and too sweet black English breakfast tea, the kind that costs too much and comes in a fancy little gray-blue can she keeps as storage containers in her desk drawers once she uses the last tea bag-

And then they’re kissing.

Richie Tozier has spent a lot of time picturing her first kiss. She never pictured a face, she had hopes of course, but she wasn’t unrealistic and she didn’t want to let herself down before the kiss had even happened.

In her head it was something prettier, she was prettier somehow, less gangly limbs and tear soaked cheeks and bloody ankles, she never had a werewolf living inside of her, instead it was all some romantic bullshit that Ben would have dreamed up.

This isn’t what she’d pictured, not at all, their noses squished together and her teeth got in the way and Stan pulled back almost immediately, she was filthy and smelled like wet dog and her stupid fucking scar was still on fucking display and Stan hadn’t gotten a good night's sleep and her hands were shaking.

But she was just kissing Stan Uris. Stan Uris kissed her, and that is so much more incredible than anything Richie’s shitty little daydreams could have ever dreamed up (not that she hadn’t pictured kissing Stan, she fucking had, probably an embarrassing amount, but she’d never thought it’d be something that could have ever ever ever actually happened).

“What?” She manages, scrambling back hard against the bed even though there's nowhere to go, blood pounding in her ears.

“I… you were being stupid. I had to shut you up.” Stan chokes, bringing a hand up and tugging hard on a loose curl unraveling from her bun. The whole thing tilts lopsided.

“I’m always stupid! You’ve never shut me up like that before!”

“I’m sorry! I thought- you just- that was… out of line, I shouldn’t have done that.” No. No, no, no that’s not what Richie means, absolutely not. Her heart is hammering so hard in her chest it hurts.

“I didn’t say that! I just… wasn’t expecting it!”

“I should have asked, I’m sorry-” Richie tumbles over her own knees to get back to her, accidentally yanking the edge of Stan’s comforter with her and knocking one of the pillows to the floor. For just a second she thinks about how much Stan would hate that, but then they’re kissing again and pillows aren’t really the first thing on her mind.

Second kisses are supremely better than first kisses apparently, less awkward, she knows how to tilt her head and she is the one who initiates it this time so her teeth don’t get in the way.

Stan breaks away slower this time, keeping their foreheads pressed together, and whispers “Oh fuck… thats why your teeth-”

“Yeah.” She snorts, weakly, “Your bedside manner needs some fucking work, though.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean, come on, that’s why your teeth-”

“You said I could ask questions.” And then, entirely too delighted, “Bitch.”

“I told you! Bitch puns are fun!”

“We’re talking about this some more.” She warns, but she’s grinning.

“Yeah, yeah,” Richie grumbles, disoriented, a little, by the emotional whiplash of whatever the fuck today is shaping up to be, “Can I take a nap first?”

“If you shower.” She says, flatly, pushing herself up off the floor.

“Together?” She teases, wiggling her eyebrows and Stan presses a flat palm against her face, pushing her farther down to the floor.

“You wish, Tozier. Shower.”

“Come on, seriously?” She whines, “I already got blood on your sheets!”

“Yeah, and I’d like it if you didn’t biohazard up new ones.”

She giggles around the facefull of towel Stan launches into her face, “I’m traumatized!”

“Join the club.”

(Fun fact: Third kisses are even better than first and second ones.

Second fun fact: Richie is really, honestly excited to find out if kissing is just one of those upward trajectory things that never really plateaus out.)

And maybe she’s going to cry a little when she gets into the shower, like Stan’s not gonna be able to hear her right in the en suite. And maybe maybe she’s gonna cry again when she gets out of the shower and sees that Stan’s nicely folded the pair of too-long pajama pants and sweater she always steals for sleepovers.

And maybe maybe maybe she’s going to cry a little when she leaves the bathroom and Stan hands her a neatly-written list of werewolf related questions on a piece of college ruled notebook paper with the ripped-up spiral edges very-precisely torn off so the sides are even.

But Stan just rolls her eyes and calls her a baby in an even, pretending-she’s-not-worried-so-Richie-isn’t-a-repressed-weirdo-about-it way.

She didn’t know it was possible to feel so fucking normal after what the fuck just happened. But she’ll have a subsequent werewolf-and-lesbian related crisis later, maybe tomorrow. Right now she’s bizarrely okay for the first time in maybe two years and it’s time for fucking bed.

(Jesus fuck, going to Stan’s was so the right goddamn call.)

#stozier #fem stozier #fem richie tozier #fem stan uris #werewolf au #fic #im ngl I did not totally proofread this but it think its alright???#I think stan and richie deserve to kiss just a little bit

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deedala · 10 months

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Having just finished a big family BBQ (all my clothes and hair still smell of smoke, but I’m too tired to do anything about it, so my bed’s gonna smell of smoke until I change the sheets after work tomorrow CRINE) - - aaanyway…

Post S11:

Who do you think is the best at organising regular get togethers?

Who regularly drags their feet and/or cancels or simply no shows last minute? And for what reason?

Where do the get togethers take place?

Of what nature are they?

Is there something one of them learns to do or always ensure they cook/bake/bring for these family events?

I’m having Gallagher Family Feels m’kay? m’kay!

lolol ok i accept this peace offering!!

Who do you think is the best at organising regular get togethers?

gosh thats gotta be debbie right? not only is it extremely important to her but she also LOVES that shit. though i also like to think lip is also very adamant that weekly dinner and other events are not shirked! and of course liam is always very invested in everyone being together as well.

Who regularly drags their feet and/or cancels or simply no shows last minute? And for what reason?

im gonna say carl 😆 i can see him going into his like bachelor boy era or some shit. being flaky to party with buddies and hook up with girls lol

Where do the get togethers take place?

i think eventually mickey and ian can host sometimes. otherwise its hard to say cuz i have some different thoughts/wishes about what happens with the gallagher house after the funeral. but yeah i guess if we assume they all move out then lip/tami/liam/freddies place would probably end up being the most accommodating, also debbie and franny’s place because debbie loves hosting 😊

also do we think carl buys the alibi and becomes a bartender? i kind of like this idea, but that his version of the alibi is just slightly less of a “shithole” (elevated slightly by the money and ideas of former officer tipping) and therefore makes more money, so the fam still loves having parties there.

Of what nature are they?

weekly family dinner

all the holidays which are often full day gatherings

all the birthdays

celebrations for first day of summer vacation

every time someone has a big career or school milestone

fiona finally visits (crine)

the ball family visits!!!!!! (its been so depressing leaving them out of all these other answers)

and lots of random meet ups and hangouts in between just because someone offers to order pizza and kfc and have everyone over to watch a show together or hang out in the backyard pool(or apartment complex pool) cuz its a super hot evening!

Is there something one of them learns to do or always ensure they cook/bake/ bring for these family events?

debbie loves making pie right?? would it be too silly to say lip gets really into cooking and likes to make like proper cooked from scratch type meals 😆 ian … gosh i have to right?? ian likes making tomato sauce from his tomato garden and bringing it over for whoever is hosting to use on the pasta or lasagna or pizza whatever they’re making that night 😌

I'm having Gallagher Family Feels m'kay? m'kay!

it IS okay but now you’ve inflicted then upon me havent you!!!!!! so thanks 🥺🥹🥺🥹

send me asks!

#i loved these thank you!!!!#omg i an spiraling though haaaahh!!!!!!#asks🌱#michellemisfit

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b1mbodoll · 5 months

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AAAAAAA OMG DO I HAVE A LONG ASS ASK FOR YOU. MY DATE/NOT DATE HAS JUST CONCLUDED....

So a little back story - I worked with this guy this past summer and like the first time we met I alr liked him. Like he was exactly my type. Like 100%. But I'm super shy (never dated anyone, never kissed anyone, never held hands with anyone) so I never really did anything obvious that I liked him bc I was nervous. We kind of flirted (maybe) a lot near the end of the summer. We texted a lot a lot but he ended up moving up to college for his apartment earlier than expected so we never got to see eachother after our last days of work. There was lots of drama on my end surrounding that trust. Like mental anguish bc I fumbled the bag hard.

Anyways. We start school respectively (I go to school in NY and him in TX) and we don't talk that often, just snap like everyday. But as the semester goes on we reply to each other's stories and have short, friendly convos more frequently. Flashforward to like, a week ago or something. I reply to his insta story and we start talking. He finds out that I'm going home for Thanksgiving and he is to so he asks me to hang out. This is odd bc we weren't close enough as friends for me to think that he would ask to see me.

Anyways again, I'm skipping details bc otherwise I'll never finish this lmao - the date/not date was like everything else we do. Vaguely romantic but could also be friendly. He picked me, we ate dinner and then went ice skating together. He walked up to my door to get me, held open doors for me, and opened the car door to walk me back to my house after we got back. But like - no moves were made. No attempts to hold my hand or kiss me. AT ALL. But like he also complimented my butterfly hair lips like sir 😭😭 idk what you want from me.

But now I'm feeling kind of tired of 6-7 months of not knowing where we stand with eachother. So I texted him afterwards saying "Thank you so much for tonight, I loved seeing you again! Although, I did want to know if it was a date or if it really was intended as just a hangout, bc it did seem like it sometimes? Either way, I'd love to meet up with you again if we're both in town!" He then liked bith of the thank you messages and replied, we definitely should. But then he replied to the daye/not date ask with - I don't know. I'll have to think about it. He then said something about it being more than he anticipated but still good, so idk if that means that it wasn't intended as a date but became one and he enjoyed it or if he meant it as a date but I fumbled the bag (I give just as many mixed signals bc I'm an anxious coward lmao) but it still ended up okay.

HOWEVER, I AM A GENIUS, LIKE RIZZ MASTER 1000. I accidentally left something in his car so tmmr morning he's gonna drive back to drop it off (It's like an hour round trip for him). And tomorrow is the day I will stop being a bitch. I'm gonna tell him that I'm interested but that I also do genuinely enjoy him as a person so like, however he intends to meet up with ne in the future I'll be okay with that.

So yeah. Story time over 🫶🫶🫶🫶 Sorry that it's actually so long but I remember how excited you were so I wanted to let you know how it went 💗💗💗💗

IM ON MY KNEES RN STOP u r so cute and agh!!!!!! i will be needing an update with whatever happens pretty please, honey 🤲

im so ☹️☹️☹️ u guys went ice skating ☹️ that’s so so so so fucking cute!!!!!! that actually is so cute my heart cant take it ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ but no moves being mad.. 🤬 yeah i need to have a stern talking to with this man!!! what r ur intentions with my little angel, you HEATHEN!!! hehe no but srsly dont be anxious sweetheart! i know its hard n way easier said than done, but you seem so wonderful and im sure he thinks that as well! im so glad you had a good time <3

rizz master 1000 has me crying omg ur too silly 😭 but him driving AN HOUR TO GIVE U UR THINGS STOP IT my little heart is so warm :( im proud of u for messaging him and asking for clarification about what the lil hangout was! n pls u r anything BUT a bitch!!!!! ur perfect and i hope things work out well with him!

dont apologize for he length! i love anything romance so inwas looking forward to this update!!!! wishing u the best of luck with him <3 mwah

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.sweethearts #fullsun9890

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dreadofthegrave · 9 months

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augh. whinging about life events

this is something that would be in a circle in twitter dot corn but i don't have circles here so i will simply put it under a readmore and assume that anyone who doesnt care will simply scroll by as i gen hope they will <3

anyways. last week was vacation and coming back from vacation i got thrown in the metaphorical frying pan. person who was supposed to be watching the house fucked off w/o telling us thursday afternoon (we came back sat night) leaving our cats and her cats (inc. a 5 month old kitten in a separate room) alone. which the other cats would have been fine alone for a few days but the litterboxes were full which makes me suspect she did not clean up before she left. kitten was left with no water and no food (she gave him food but he scarfed it down immediately. because he's A Kitten) and she had the audacity to try to lie to us!! about when she left when we straight up had proof from the security system logs that she was gone for longer than she said she was <3333

did i mention this girl is supposed to be living with us for a few more weeks lol lmao

we spent an hour and a half cleaning the house from the misc toilet and vomit stains around after having already driven a collective 7 hours home from our vacation spot.

we grilled her pretty hard after she came back sunday nite at like 9:30 pm and she kinda gave a half hearted apology and i emphasized that. i agreed to the kitten staying over (which she had thrown on me like. night before we leave) (she adopted the kitten the weekend we left for vacation) with the agreement that she would be taking 100% care of him which she was Not.

and then she fucked off again for all of monday. i think she stayed monday night but she was gone the next morning. she also sprang on me monday nite that "oh do you mind if i stay at my friends house the days i have work because it's closer to my workplace" (by a magnitude of like. hours) and i said yeah because it was LATE and i was WORKING the next day so i didnt have the energy to have a long conversation. i shouldn't have said yes.

she was gone all tues and wed. she didn't have work today so she should have come back to my house but she didn't because she was with her mom. didn't tell us that btw.

now it is thurs night she's probably going to arrive back way too late for me to have a conversation with her because i go to bed early. because i wake up early for work. my sister called her and had a long convo and i sent her a text message saying the kitten has to be gone by the end of this weekend because my sister and i have been taking care of HER KITTEN this entire week basically. when i already gave her a warning for being negligent with the kitten.

tired of hearing the kitten yowling the whole day because my sister and i are both busy and we can't play with him. me because i have my desk job my sister because she's prepping for her job starting next week. regardless ITS THIS GIRLS KITTEN NOT OURS THAT WE DIDN'T AGREE TO TAKE CARE OF

i haven't even broached the topic of payment because i expected to charge her rent for the couple of weeks she was living with us but since she's only been here like. a grand total of 8 hours (when she wasn't watching the house the week we were gone) should i just charge her for using our house as a boarding house for her cats. lol. lmao. im getting some payment out of this even if i have to bug her for it

all that aside. getting grilled at work for things partially my fault and partially not my fault and feeling indignant about it. got told i wasn't communicating well enough when i have been responding to every single silly little email that was sent to me so idk. maybe check your inbox then? anyways i have to finish a report tomorrow i've been putting off for. a disgustingly long time so this is a situation i put myself in but im still mad and stressed about it

good thing i talk to my therapist tmmrw because im just gonna be like hi :) the shit hit the fan my dude

oh as an aside my brain has been bad enough this week that i decided to take a break from twitter since i figured spending my limited free time endlessly scrolling through a collapsing social media site wasn't helping my brain trying to self-cannibalize. tumblr is. Okay. for now. debating filling my queue and leaving for x amount of time but for now i need some outlet

what else. had an onslaught of flies in the house this week. killed about 20 or 30 tuesday and wednesday. thankfully there seemed to be a lot less today so i'm hoping it was just a freak accident and not a serious problem. clothes dryer has been broken (still turns, but no heat) for three weeks now. repairman has stopped by three times with a fourth time coming. i'm about ready to pull the plug after the next time he comes and just buy a new dryer even if that's going to be $$$$ because... it's an old dryer. maybe its time is just up

didn't mean for this post to be so long LMAO if you made it this far you get a picture of harley (my mom's cat). i just gotta make it through this week [pained smile]

NINJA EDIT BECAUSE AS I WAS TYPING THIS UP THERE WAS A NEW KITTEN DEVELOPMENT. after i texted her she got upset enough to decide to drive to our house and pick up the kitten and leave which i mean. lol. lmao. i gave you a warning and you decided to still fuck off so that's not my fault at this point. she's still an hour away so i will probably be going to bed when she comes home. don't have it in me to have another 10pm serious conversation lol lmao lol

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Hi merky! Just know I'm going to bed now but I have ideas for the drawing prompts!!! Im considering drawing both, but ive actually never watched ToH.. im taking your ask however as the final sign that i should so i shall share my thoughts with you >:] I'm also gonna try and snap some minecraft pictures tomorrow, but I didn't cuz my brain was sooo fucking tired and I forgored [and also have to figure out how to take screenshots on my computer ;^^]

I built a huge house though!!! It's three stories but kinda narrow? It's got a kitchen, an attic (which will be my room) and a really tiny bathroom that's just for afk ^^; im also planning to make a living room! I've also got a really nice exterior going which I adore!!! #o(>♡<)o# so many plants and shrubs... there's also a really big and nice basement, but I didn't build that! I just mostly worked on the house, which started as a temporary dirt hut and kinda evolved into something more elaborate over time!

Anyway, I hope your day was well! I care for you and im here if you need anything!! ^◇^-Ollie

WAIT YOU HADN'T ALREADY?? I sent you Raine as the alternative because I was trying to pick out something from another fandom you were in and VAGUELY remembered seeing an Owl House reblog from you. OH WELL! It's a neat show and I'm sure you've heard more than enough about it already so I'll spare you from any more haha. I got a couple prompts of my own sitting in the inbox right now, so if any of those were yours, then good news! THE IDEA IS IN MOTION! ( After spending. an embarrassing amount of time deciding which card and what flowers I was using)

Also your Minecraft house sounds lovely and I can't wait to see pictures of it!! I can't promise it'll work on every kind of computer ever, but usually pressing fn and f2 at the same time will take a screenshot for you. You'll have to go fishing around in the game files to find your screenshot folder, but it gets the job done! If you have a printscreen button that'll send a screenshot right to your clipboard, but if you don't play in fullscreen it'll capture your taskbar too so be careful of that.

NOW INFO DUMP UNDER THE READ MORE FOR MY NEATO MINECRAFT WORLD <3

OK so I don't actually have much built on this one yet because I've been busy surviving BUT I have big ideas!! IMPORTANT CONTEXT BEFORE I GO OFF HERE my world has a mod on it that realigns all the Minecraft code so being underwater is GOOD that's how I'm supposed to play! It's fun and safe and I can do all the stuff I need to down there! BUT ON THE OTHER HAND being in air does the little bubble popping and eventually kills me. Context over!

First big question right off the bat. WHAT HORSES... Horses don't do water Minecraft! WELL WELL WELL One day I had Minecraft open in the background during a thunderstorm and a skeleton trap spawned right over my cave. I triggered the trap by accident while collecting kelp aaand after defeating all of the riders I now have a bunch of skeleton ponies (: Skeleton horses are cool because in Minecraft Skeletons CAN'T drown. So these guys cruise around the caverns like it's nothing! I can ride them too, which. isn't any more effective than swimming because I swim VERY WELL with this mod. But it's the thought that counts! Companionship is hard to come by down there so I LOVE these freaky little guys. They scream horrid sounds from the abyss while I work and I just <3 those are them!! I haven't given most of them names, but one is called Fibia (Fibula + Tibia. I was tired and forgot those weren't one word)

I've been working on re-shaping the caverns before I start building, because while the caves and cliffs update is EPIC there are just sooo many nooks and crannies to get lost in. THANKFULLY the caverns have so many openings to the surface that I can usually swim back around to my base of operations (first cave in the cavern that I dumped all my junk in while I build). I'm going to grab some screenshots once I'm done with all that terraforming and sketch out some ideas, but right now I'm thinking that I should hijack some kind of sunken research facility. I'm talking fallen vessels, abandoned equipment, THE FULL SHEBANG! It's going to look so cool and be the perfect use for all of this copper I keep digging up.

So if you happen to find any cool submerged architecture and technology in your travels I would LOVE to be tagged for that kind of stuff! And also. I left you hanging on the bird thing. I WILL GET YOU THAT BIRD PHOTO!! I don't have any of them yet because I haven't been taking my camera out with me, but the next chance I get I'll see if I can snap those guys!

#m asks #m craft #< my tag for my minecraft world #Hi hi! It's nice seeing you in the inbox (:#Same goes here! Whatever Whenever? I'm your! . ! Person for the job!#I don't usually do custom tags for askers here. but if that's something useful for you then just let me know and I'll come up with some!

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