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[toxxtt]

rarepair hell

(puppet shogun not ei :))

[darling-i-read-it]

Reunion Part 2

Part 1  

Trevor Philips x fem!reader, Michael Townley x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3,4k

Warnings: general gta things, murder, the mission where tracey is auditioning for fame or shame, violence, heavy allusions to smut 

Author’s Note: Trevor Philips <3 Trevor <3 T <3 (also I don’t plan on continuing this idea but would love requests for this game if anyone has any :)) 

Tagging: (hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you! You showed interest in a second part and I finally was able to finish what I had <3): @pngxxx, @ugh-why-ugh, @raspberriesbbylol 

Summary: The reader and Trevor go to confront Michael.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

When he pulled up to Michael’s house it was with a slight amount of tension. You were more nervous than him. You had decided the two of you would crash at his friends place while you were away from Sandy Shores, though he made you swear you would go back to the trailer. You weren’t sure why he had fallen in love with the place but you were willing to oblige. You just wanted him to shower first. 

“So this is where Michael Townely is living out his days,” Trevor grumbled. He shut the car door aggressively. You crossed your arms. There was a car in the driveway. You wondered if it was his or Amanda’s. Maybe the kids. They would be so old by now. The last time you had seen them they were just little ones, running around, finding personalities. 

“Michael Townely leaves the door unlocked,” you noted as you pushed the front door open. 

“Fuckin rookie.” 

Trevor pushed past you. You could hear the buzz of a conversation happening in the other room. You followed him as he followed the noise. 

“Stop it you two! You’re ruining my fucking yoga!” You recognized the voice of Amanda. The shrill was hard to forget. 

“Somebody say yoga?” Trevor stepped forward. You remained back a bit, watching to see how they would react to him. Plus, you knew Trevor wanted his moment. There was a long stunned silence. 

“Trevor?” Michael asked. Even hearing his voice made you angry. You didn’t know how Trevor was holding it together. 

“Michael…” “Hey..it’s good to see you man.” 

“Hmm yeah I bet it is. ‘Course, I’m not the one that’s been resurrected.” You stepped into the room, causing another gentle stunned silence. 

“Nice house you got here Mikey.”

Michael had gone to your house. He had waited there and you never came. He figured you had skipped town at the very noise of something happening with the job but he should’ve known better. He should’ve known you would go to Trevor first. You would always go to Trevor first. 

Michael put his son behind him subtly. You tilted your head at the silent insult. You had held that kid the day he was born. 

“I got in a bit of an awkward situation.” 

“Hmm you’re telling me bro. One of those…fake your own deaths to your best buddy and then run off with the dough..live in a big mansion. Awkward. Situation.” Trevor approached him. Michael eyed you. If he had the capacity he would be stunned by the look of you. He had missed you so much. A part of him had even missed Trevor. Maybe he just missed the then. 

“That’s one way of looking at it.” 

“Yeah? Do you have any other ways of looking at it?” you asked. You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall beside a man who had an unnaturally large bun in his hair. You recognized the others in the room but not him. Maybe he was Amanda’s boytoy. You almost snorted. 

“It’s been a long time. I’ve been in witness protection, I still am.”

“Save the excuses Michael,” you argued. You pushed yourself off the wall. 

“Where are our manners!?” Trevor exclaimed. “We come waltzing in and don’t even say hi to old friends. Amanda, it is good to see you. I missed you. You used to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way,” he said, approaching her. She backed away as he walked forward. You eyed her evenly. He pointed at Jimmy. “Jimmy, you used to be thinner. But ah, can’t blame you.” He gestured to Jimmy’s parents. 

You stared, reminded of a life you could have had and never got. 

Trevor stopped at the man with the man bun. 

“Who are you?” 

“Namaste. I’m Fabien.” You snorted. Trevor turned to you.

 “You all remember Y/N! Except you Fabien.” You waved. “You know, she thought I was dead. I thought she was dead. I wonder who would’ve pushed that idea!” Trevor was standing in front of Michael again. You walked forward. 

“You look good Michael,” you mused. “Amanda, are you fucking Fabien? I’ve gotta know, I’m sorry.” Amanda gasped and tried to stammer out half thought up answer. Trevor interrupted her. 

“Where’s Tracey?” 

“Jim, where’s your sister?” Michael questioned. 

“Uh..um…uh she’s..she’s trying out for TV.” Everyone turned to look at him. The tension dissipated. 

“She’s what?” Michael asked. 

“Yeah, she’s auditioning for Fame or Shame.” 

“The fuck you talking about?”

“You know, it’s that talent slash skill show. She loves it, you guys know that.” “What’s her talent?” “Dancing.” 

“Oh Christ, she’s a horrible dancer.” 

“She might disagree with you on that.” 

“Jesus Christ, now. Now? Where?” 

“Um..the Maze Bank Arena.” 

Trevor jumped into the father son conversation. 

“Our little Tracey being humiliated, let’s go. We go get her.” 

“We?” Michael asked. 

“We,” you agreed. “You gonna stand there and argue while your daughter becomes a national laughing stock? You’re worse than I thought.” Michael held your eye contact. 

“Fine.” 

-

You grabbed Tracey, who was ecstatic to see you and Trevor until she wasn’t. Then you followed some dick head through Los Santos. Trevor punched him, stripped him, then recorded him doing some shitty dance. All regular Trevor things. 

“You comin’ babe?” Trevor asked, hoping into the front end of a semi. 

“I’ll meet you back at the apartment,” you promised. “I’ll have this asshole drive me.” You gestured to Michael.

“Don’t put any bullets in his head without me.”

“Yes sir.” 

“Don’t be long!” 

Trevor took a hard turn but before he left completely he leaned out the window. 

“Hey Michael!” 

“Yeah Trevor?” 

He leaned forward, a small smug smile on his face.

“She fucked me. She fucked me.” Nine years of that lingering question and there it was. There was the truth that Michael had been hanging off of. The way Trevor said it, he knew it was true. The eye roll on your face was too obvious. “See ya soon.” 

He drove away. You were left in his dust, in the Trevorless hole. You looked at Michael.

“That true?” he asked, like he didn’t know the answer. 

“Nine years. All our money. Death certificate.” He nodded slowly. 

“So you found the easiest psycho on the block?” Your jaw hardened. 

“I found my best friend.” Michael knew he was being hard on you. He shouldn’t be. You weren’t insane like Trevor. You were insane with Trevor. He might’ve been able to build a relationship with you if he had told you he was alive sooner. 

You were offended. Michael was acting like he hadn’t just waltzed back into your life after being resurrected. He had no right to judge you and Trevor. 

“I thought you were dead,” you told him. He nodded once, gesturing to the car. You got in the passenger seat. There was something to be said about you trusting him enough to drive you around. He could cap you and leave you, you knew that. He was capable of it. But he wasn’t going to, not now that he finally got you back. 

“I couldn’t exactly tell you I was, after it all went down.” He started the car. 

“Where are we going?” 

“I ain’t taking you back to Trevor if that’s what you’re asking.” You rolled your eyes. He avoided your question. “I knew you were out there, I figured Trevor was. I knew Lester was. It was better for everyone if I stayed dead.” 

“Brad went to jail.” Michael gave you a side eye. You squinted at him, confused. Finally your eyes opened wide in realization. “They killed Brad.” 

“Brad died,” he said, like it was any better. 

“Who is in that jail cell?”

“No one.” Your mouth dropped a bit in amazement. All this time, the grave you had been mourning at was not Michael’s but Brad’s. You felt a pang of guilt. He deserved your grief all this time. You looked straight ahead. He was driving through the heart of Los Santos. 

“Damn,” you muttered. “Still can’t believe you’re alive Mikey.” 

“Me too girl. Me too.” He took a sharp turn. “Thank you for helping me with Tracey. Not that I needed it.” 

“You had it handled, I know.” You rolled your eyes. You glanced over at him. Your Michael Townley, alive again. You shook your head. “Amanda seems happy.”

He scoffed. 

“You met Fabian. She’s clearly happy.” You snorted. 

“I never liked her and then Jimmy came along and…”

“Yeah well I wanted a family,” he admitted. “Fat lot of good it’s done me now. Both my kids hate me and my wife cheats on me. I’m back in the world of crime with my formally dead best friends.” “We were not the dead ones.” 

Michael thought of Lester’s words. 

She deserved better than both of you. But you have to know she would’ve always chosen him. 

He shook off the haunting thoughts. He didn’t let himself feel how much he had loved you. 

“I went to your apartment,” he said.

“Stalker.” 

“Yesterday,” he corrected. “I waited for you. I had Lester tell me where you lived and I waited,” he explained. “You never came.” 

“Yeah I think Trevor cleared that one up for you,” you muttered. “I was in a shitty trailer bed in Sandy Shores.”

“You were always welcome in my bed  in Rockford Hills.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Townley, you’re a married man!” He glanced over at you. You met his gaze. The joke hung in the air and slowly became more serious. You pursed your lips and a sense of melancholy went over his eyes. “What a life it would’ve been though huh?”

“It doesn’t have to be-”

“Yeah Mikey. It does.” Your voice was serious. The one you used during business. He pulled into the parking lot of the boardwalk. He wasn’t sure what made him come here. He just didn’t wanna go home yet. Kids passed in front of the car, going towards the rides. The car stayed running. “You died on me.”

“I’m not dead now.”

The look you gave him was not a forgiving one. You reached across the center console, grabbing his hand. You smiled sadly at him. 

“I gotta go.” 

“No you don’t.” 

“Yeah, I do.” 

For a moment he thought you were gonna kiss him. Your lips were so alluring and so close. The same lips he had fantasized about when he was still a kid technically, early twenties, filled with hormones. Your look was too fucking sad. He had gotten you back, your lips were right there. What had he always sworn he was going to do if he saw you again? Damn Amanda, damn Trevor? 

He kissed you. It was feverish. Fast, passionate, filled with years of tension. You kissed him back for a moment. There was a moment in that kiss, maybe longer than a moment, where it was all okay. It was the kiss he had always wanted and it felt as good as he had always thought it would. 

You pulled away and got out of the car. You didn’t speak, you didn’t break that moment for him. He was still leaning across the console when you left the car and he lingered there for a moment too long. You took out your phone, walked towards the amusement rides, and called a cab. 

-

You tossed money at the cab driver, enough for a tip as well. The driver left you quickly, back at his job just as quickly as he had come. You were grateful the drive wasn’t long. 

Michael’s lips still stained yours. You wanted to kiss Trevor. Bad. 

It wasn’t that the kiss with Michael wasn’t good. In fact, it was great. It was a good kiss with a guy you had once loved, with a guy you could’ve built a good life with. But now it tasted like betrayal and lost worlds.  

You didn’t bother knocking. The door opened slowly into the hallway. You could hear voices coming from inside the apartment. 

“Debra isn’t gonna like this,” Floyd said nervously. 

“Debra isn’t gonna like any of this. Don’t fuckin worry, I’ll make sure you’re man of the year in way of making girlfriends angry,” Trevor’s voice responded. When you turned the corner you could see Trevor was writing on the walls. The main entrance that had once said live, laugh, love, was now crudely covered with eat, shit, die. You recognized the handwriting. 

“I really would prefer it if you didn’t,” Floyd said. Trevor turned around to answer him, some sarcastic answer hanging on his lips. He didn’t say it when he saw you. His face immediately softened and whatever snarky comment he was going to say died in his mouth. 

“That was quick.” 

“Michael’s fast,” you muttered. He narrowed his eyes on you. 

“You didn’t-”

“No. No.” He nodded once. He felt relieved to hear that. You were his. He wasn’t gonna share you any more, he was sick of sharing you. 

“Do you think you could get him to stop?” Floyd questioned. You looked at the walls, covered in black markers. You shook your head. 

“He doesn’t have a leash.” 

“My girl.” He waltzed back over to you, cupping your cheek with his hand and kissing you. It was the kind of kiss you were wanting. You melted into it, not caring that Floyd was watching. 

Floyd wanted to make a comment about how you deserved better. But the way you leaned into the kiss was something Debra had never done for him. Maybe he could take some notes from Trevor. 

“I grabbed the guest bedroom. King bed.” 

“That’s Debra’s bed,” Floyd muttered, but neither of you listened. 

“That sounds fancy,” you admitted. You smiled up at him, happy to be back. It was like a dream. All of those fantasies you had about what life could’ve been had started to mold into this weird perfect situation with Trevor. “You test it out yet?”

“I wanted to wait for you m’lady,” he said, lowly. You rolled your eyes but it didn’t seem genuine with the smile on your lips. He put his hand on the small of your back. 

“Did you take a shower?” He was the one to roll his eyes this time. 

“You’re askin a lot of me doll.” 

“We need to go shopping too. I can get you all snazzy,” you promised. “I’ll steal some of Townley’s money to do it too.” 

“You had me at steal.”

He was like a love struck puppy. It read in his eyes. Trevor fell in love with every girl who gave him a passing look. This one was looking right at him, always had been. He was so exhilarated with winning the game he and Michael had played for so long that he couldn’t feel anything else except lust and love. 

“Shower.” He groaned, long, dramatic. 

“You wanna come?” Your smile was playful. You pushed him towards the bathroom. He took it as a no. His hands lingered on you for as long as you let him. “I’ll be five minutes.” 

“Scrub between your toes too T.” 

“Yeah yeah.” He walked into the bathroom, waving. He hadn’t brought clothes in with him. He would either walk back out in the same outfit, defeating the purpose of the shower, or he’d walk out naked. You walked to the guest bedroom and grabbed some clothes for him, feeling Floyd’s eyes on you. 

“How long do you think you guys will be staying?” he asked nervously. He could read Trevor but you were harder to understand. You seemed normal for the most part. He was worried you might blow up on him. 

“Hopefully not long,” you promised. You could hear the water running so you opened the door. 

“Ocupado!” Trevor called. You put his clothes on the sink. 

“Wear these.” 

“Is it lingerie?” You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you. 

“I’m sorry we crashed like this. Been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

“He doesn’t exactly care for boundaries does he?”

“Don’t say that too loud Floyd,” you joked. You looked around. Everytime you entered this apartment it was slightly dirtier. You wondered what would happen when Debra returned, storming through the door. “We’ll be out of your hair as soon as possible,” you lied. 

“Okay,” he muttered. He looked down at the table, smeared with pizza sauce and other substances he didn’t want to identify. 

“Sorry about him. He’s just kinda..like that.”

“So you two haven’t seen each other in a long time?” he repeated. You nodded once. 

“I thought he was dead. He thought I was dead. Life of crime is not for the faint of heart,” you said offhandedly. You wondered if you should run to your apartment and grab some clothes. You wondered how long Trevor planned on staying. 

“Yeah I don’t think I wanna be involved,” he explained. You shrugged. 

“Happens to the best of us.” 

You walked into the guest bedroom to look around for some clothes of your own to change into. You tossed your phone on the sheets, noting the new contact in it. Michael De Santa. There was a text from him. 

You looked at it from afar, like reading it through a squint would make it less real. 

It doesn’t have to be like this. 

That was it. He knew it had to be like this. You had told him. You had a text from Lester as well. His faceless contact made your phone screen bright. 

It’s safer to stay out of this, was all he said. You rolled your eyes. When had you ever cared about how safe something was? Your bullet wound in the shoulder ached with the memories. You didn’t like being warned or being persuaded. You turned your phone around. 

The bathroom door opened. You were standing beside the closet, moving aside some of Debra’s things. Thankfully she seemed to have brought most of it with her, wherever she went. 

Trevor walked into the room, closing the door lightly behind him. You met his eyes. He was clean, wet from the humid water. Finally wearing clean clothes, sweatpants and a shirt. He dipped his head to kiss you like you were giving him his last breath. 

“I wanna get married,” he muttered against your lips. He was leaning against the bed, his back legs flush with the sheets. You laughed. “I’m serious. It’s been too long. We would’ve done it ages ago.”

“Slow down cowboy.” 

You gently pushed him onto the bed. He looked up at you with the most devoted eyes. You straddled him, pushing your hair so it was out of your face. 

“Aren’t you wanted by the FIB?” you questioned. “You think they’re gonna sign our marriage certificate?”

“We can get an Elvis. Get drunk. Have a month long honeymoon.” His eyes wandered your body. His body reacted quickly to you being on top of him. The thought was alluring, you couldn’t lie.

“Okay,” you breathed, kissing him. “Later. We have all the time in the world now,” you promised. “I just wanna stay right…here.” He moaned as your lips nipped his ear. 

“Whatever you want.” 

[poeticpascal]

Crazier Than Him (Trevor Phillips x Reader)

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Summary: You and Trevor are a match made in heaven, as Michael knows all too well.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: these two are crazy and in love, poor Michael and Franklin, non-graphic descriptions of torture.

A/n: I've been replaying GTA V lately and was reminded of how much I love Trevor... so here ya go!

Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met.

Irrational, chaotic, unhinged. Completely incapable of regulating, understanding, his own emotions. Somehow totally deluded yet desperately nihilistic.

And when he was with you? God, somehow it got worse.

You, Trevor’s girlfriend, who waltzed into his life one day like you were always meant to be in it. That’s what he always said; “she’s a part of me, Mikey. More a part of me than I ever thought my own arm legs were.”

You egged each other on. He was mad? Better believe you were already speeding onto the street, guns loaded and knife in your hand. You were upset? Ten guys would be locked up in your basement by the end of the day, gagged and blindfolded, your boyfriend sat beside them with puppy dog eyes waiting for your next command. 

“The hell did these guys do to her?” Michael had asked, the time he heard that story (because yes, it really did happen). 

“What? Nothing. I took them from the street - I just wanted to help her feel better.”

You made each other insane, more so than you already were, because apparently impossible things can happen. Trevor was so much more… Trevor, when it came to you. He was touchy, sensitive, passionate. And he always talked about you.

“Ain’t she gorgeous, Mikey? Huh?”

Michael wasn’t falling into that trap again. “Sure, T.” He just sighed, hoping that his friend would back down.

“The fuck is that s’posed to mean? You don’t think she’s pretty? ‘Fuck is wrong with you? Franklin, you know what I’m talkin’ about, right?”

“F, don’t-” Michael tried to warn, but it was too late. 

“Yeah dog, shit, she’s crazy, but she’s damn fine.”

Trevor’s face soured immediately as he quickly stomped the short distance between him and Franklin and pointed a finger in the younger man’s face. “Mhm… so you’re sayin’ you wanna fuck my fuckin’ wife? Huh? That what you’re fucking saying, Frank?!”

“T, calm the fuck down!” Michael yelled, and Trevor changed course. “For starters, you fuckin’ asked. And secondly, she ain’t even your wife! She’s just your girlfriend!”

And oh boy, was that the wrong thing to say.

“She’s just- WHAT?! You think I couldn’t marry her, Mikey? How about I marry my fist into your FUCKING-”

Yeah. Franklin learned pretty damn quickly not to give in to Trevor’s provocations after that.

And you? You were no different. Hell, you were worse.

“So, uh, how’d you two meet?” Michael asked, sitting uncomfortably beside you in the back of the chopper. Trevor had insisted you should ride beside him in the front, but Michael knew all too well by now that nothing could get in the way of you both getting… frisky. And he certainly wouldn’t put it beyond you both to get down to business while Trevor’s flying a fucking helicopter across the city - so he put his foot down, instead leaving a very frazzled Franklin to sit next to your boyfriend.

“You really wanna know, Mikey?” Trevor shouted, grinning like a maniac.

Michael groaned. “God, I guess not. Lord knows you probably threatened to eat her left calf or somethin’-”

“The fuck did you just say?” You sneered from beside him, eyes locked on and a violence in them Michael had only ever seen in one others’; the psycho flying this fucking chopper.

“It was a joke, sweetheart-” there was a knife to his throat before he could finish his sentence, already digging in so harshly he could feel droplets of blood start to fall.

You’d all but jumped from your seat, leaning all your weight into the blade against the man’s skin. “You wanna say that again, sweetheart? You think mocking my man’s funny, do ya?”

Michael looked desperately between yourself and the men in the front; Trevor just smiled, and he knew him well enough by now to know he was getting turned on by your display of aggression. And Franklin… well, he’d learned to keep his mouth shut, hadn’t he?

“You think makin’ fun of your friend is funny, Michael? Think you’re better than him?” You sneered. 

“No! For fuck sake, no. It was a joke, alright?”

You finally relaxed, releasing your grip on his throat and returning to your seat. Michael quickly wiped at his wound; superficial, but it stung like a bitch.

“I think he’s jealous, baby,” you laughed, and Michael couldn’t have hidden his incredulous stare if he tried.

“Mhm…” Trevor replied, his attention completely deviated from the helicopter he was piloting now. He was only focussed on you. “Think we should taste a chunk outta his thigh, eh, sugar?”

Franklin tried to suppress his snicker, though Michael caught it, but he was more concerned with the way you watched him now, a malicious glint in your eye. “Oh, I think that’d be fun.”

Yeah. That’s you two. Loved up, drugged up, hopeless romantics who somehow fit together in spite of everything. It was sweet, really, in a twisted sort of way.

And of course, you egged each other on. How couldn’t you? Just when Michael thought both of you had reached your psychopathic limits, you outdid yourselves, every single time.

“How about we do this by the book, huh?” Trevor grinned, pacing back and forth before the half-conscious man, his chair creaking as he slumped to the side. The tape around his wrists and ankles were just about the only things keeping him upright at this point.

You and Michael sat on fold-up chairs to the side. A third one sat empty beside you; Franklin had left a little while earlier, around the time Trevor picked up the wrench, his stomach unable to handle the torture that was unfolding before him.

You’d chosen to sit back, letting Trevor “have his fun”, as you’d put it. Michael did all he could to stay silent in his chair - he was outnumbered now, and certainly didn’t want to get into a shouting match with you both over what was right and wrong. You needed information from this guy - believing him to be an ally of the late Steve Haines - and he was stubborn to say the least.

Still,  Trevor had been overly brute with the man, who was beyond speaking a coherent thought at this point. The maniac grinned, picking up the blood-splattered jerry can and removing the cloth from the spout, tipping the hostage’s chair upright. “A little waterboarding never hurt anyone, huh?”

“No, Trevor!” You shouted, and Michael jumped out of his skin. You’d left your seat, storming across to your boyfriend who just stared at you in shock, grabbing the can from his hands and placing it back on the table.

Michael sighed - perhaps finally, for all the craziness the both of you shared, you’d hit a limit. The man couldn’t cope with anymore, wouldn’t be useful to you now beyond enjoying the assault on his fragile body, and while Trevor was happy to do just that it seemed you’d put your foot down and-

“You know that’s fucking legal, right? And for good reason. Ain’t nothing good can come from waterboarding the son of the bitch. May as well take him for a day at the park, Trev.” You sneered, all but prancing around the small cart that held each item of torture your boyfriend had picked out.

You grinned, and Michael buried his head in his hands. He knew you well enough by now to know any ounce of humanity he’d hoped for was nonexistent in your mind. The pliers you chose were weighty in your hand, strong, and when you strolled your way to the barely-there shell of a man before you, Trevor could only match the wild look in your eyes,

“Let me show you how it’s really done.”

And that’s how the both of you went along; killing, stealing, running. A fucked up Bonnie & Clyde, Michael always thought. And for all the misery you caused, and all the history between him and Trevor, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a certain way to know that even the worst pair of fuckers he’d ever met could find each other.

Yeah, Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met. Until he met you.

[starksinner]

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Summary: You left and you horribly wish he would’ve forced you to stay.

Pairing: Trevor Philips x AFAB!Reader, Franklin Clinton x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Possessiveness, Fuckbuddies, Unhealthy Relationship, Average GTA Stuff

November 16th, 2017.

It was easy to regret not catching a ride back to Los Santos with Franklin in his sexy white Bravado Buffalo S. 

Regret is easy, regret you know. Regret can grow and grow it does as you make eye contact with the hillbilly jacking off next to the icebox in front of the Yellow Jack Inn. 

After a couple of days gallivanting around the desert shit-pile that was Sandy Shores, Franklin deemed that your weed-fuelled, fuck-filled adventures had reached a necessary end.

Despite his intriguing offers of more shenanigans and freaky sex once you both got back home, you weren’t all that keen on leaving the town of meth production and Republican rednecks just yet. 

“M’gonna go see him,” you sighed, resting your head back against the stained motel pillow. 

Moments before, as Franklin had fucked you raw into the cheap motel mattress, you were met with the smell of blood and piss and cum as your face was shoved into the shitty cushion.

Despite the abysmal scent, the man was taking you so good and so fuckin’ hard, you couldn’t force yourself to care. 

Now though, as you laid sated in your post-climax glow of sweat and semen, the smell against your cheek served as an unignorable reminder of your still bleeding heart. 

That man, that asshole, that meth-head-Trevor-Philips-piece-of-fucking-shit—goddamnit.

You still hopelessly, stupidly, selfishly loved him. The fucked kind of love.

Always caked in blood, smelling like piss after running off to get high and grinning like an evil bitch as he came all over your chin and tits. The smell of the Derelict Motel—the sheets, the pillow, the musty air—was all just a nauseating reminder of how much you missed him. 

Your therapist was gonna kill you. 

“You know that ain’t a good idea,” Franklin murmured, running his thumb over the plushness of your bottom lip.

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t help but shiver at the way he looked at you, his gaze so soft and so full of adoration. 

He made you feel like you weren't just a burning shitpile of flesh, bones, and substance abuse issues.

Frank is a good friend, a great man, a nice fuck. He was always there to bring you back down to Earth. He was so easy to love and you sure as shit loved him a whole lot. Beautiful fuckin’ man. “He ain’t right in the head about you.”

“We both know he ain’t right the head about nothin’,” you argued, leaning your body over his. Beautiful man.

“And he’s a big boy. He can take it. Whatever I wanna throw at him.” Your legs quickly became tangled, Frank’s hands resting over your hips as you smiled and played with his chest hair. “He can fuck all the people he wants, but I can’t touch or look or fuckin' breathe around anyone but him? He’s a fuckin’ ass.”

“He fell for you, girl. T’s always been crazy an’ possessive, his shit ain’t nothin’ new.” Franklin snuggled your body closer to his, sighing softly as he pressed his face into the warm crevice of your neck. 

He couldn’t control himself, not when he had you like this. You were so hot and so sweet and just so fucking delicious. 

Shit. 

His lips lingered over the sensitive spot at the base of your throat, his tongue reaching out to tease a fading bruise. He did that. He made that. He marked you. 

Fuck.

He groaned as you gave him easier access by raising your chin, letting him worship you like the real fuckin’ princess he always thought you were.

“He was fuckin’ paranoid and possessive in all the worst fuckin’ ways, Frank. I fuckin’ hate him for how he acted when I said I was leavin’ but I still...miss him.” You hummed softly as you felt Franklin’s lips suck right over your pulse point, his teeth just brushing over your delicate skin.

You held down the urge to beg him to bite you.

“Yeah, you miss him, but ain’t nothin’ gonna be solved if you both end up killin’ each other...or fuckin’ each other,” Frank breathed roughly against the shell of your ear as his hand wandered across your stomach and down to your aching clit. 

He immediately preened at your wetness and teased the bundle of nerves with soft, circular motions. You gasped as you felt his cock harden and twitch against your thigh, begging for your pretty fucking attention.

He grinned and quickly shoved a finger into your cunt, making you moan and writhe oh so beautifully against him. “Jus’ come back home with me, baby…”

You could barely solidify your thoughts, whimpering like you were.

His motions were so smooth and perfect and rhythmic. Frank was good at a lot of things, but you considered his talent of fucking you mindless as one of his top three.

You immediately felt your wetness start to leak down your thighs. “If he still isn’t over it...I’ll fuck off, hitch a ride, meet you back at your place…yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he gripped your throat just how you like and shoved another finger into you, leaving you mewling and squirming in his grasp. You reached for him, hard and thick in your palm, and squeezed. 

The best girl.

If you were parting ways, Franklin was gonna have you one last time. He understood Trevor’s possessiveness. You were great company, a great fuck, a great woman.

Addicting, hell blazing, heavenly—you were everything. So fuck yeah, he was gonna have you as many times as he possibly could. “Lemme take care of you, babygirl, then you’ll be all good to go.”

The Yellow Jack Inn has never been known for its posh customers or regular demonstrations of human decency, but a man jacking it in front of such a fine all-American establishment is still a sight you couldn’t have properly braced yourself for.

As the ash of your blunt falls to the dirt, your eyes stay transfixed on the man by the icebox as he lets out a disturbing howl and drops to the ground.

His pants are stained, his dick disgusting and soft. He lets out a series of groans as he turns to lie flat on his stomach, his cock scraping against the sand.  

Jesus H. Christ. What a charmer. 

You manage to twist away from the scene in repugnance and perhaps a more sinister part of you in mild delight, settling yourself in the alley next to the bar.

You restlessly attempt to calm yourself against the brick, picking at its shoddy green paint job before you begin rolling another blunt. 

You’re stalling. Like a little bitch. It's embarrassing how much a man can turn you into such a conniving fickle coward. Perhaps not just any man. Your paranoid fuckin’ shitshow of a somewhat ex-lover. 

Embarrassing. Unbecoming. Completely mindfucked. 

You know Trevor’s inside. He’s an enigma, a loud, idiot one at that. Over the noise of clanked bottles and shitty laughter, you can hear him.

Stupid, how much of him you can hear. And see. And smell. And understand. In everything and anywhere and with anyone. He never leaves you even when he’s left you. He never leaves you even when you've left him. He’s a parasite that you’ve coddled, and cared for, and loved and fucked. 

The timber of his voice warms you in a special, fucked up kind of way. It’s familiar and it’s settling and it kills you to know that he’s spent fourteen months ridding you of it. Of him. His clinical insanity has rubbed off on you beautifully. You left and you horribly wish he would’ve forced you to stay. 

God.

Would he kill you? Kiss you? Fuck you? You’re still stalling.

Maybe all three?

Being the oil to a homicidal cannibal’s match, you could never really know what the fuck you were gonna get. You anticipate an explosion, but you’re clueless to its degree. 

You pocket your blunt, walk over the man with his dick in the sand, and open the door to the biggest health hazard in California. 

Chapter 2

a/n: found this oldie from 2021 that i was in the mood to refresh & post! i haven't written in literal years, be nice to me! also, happy ten years to this stupid fucking game. i love u. i feel old (i'm not) and i'm tired (constantly) and i hope you enjoyed (lie to me if you didn't) :3

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[sidemenxyn]

Harry & Y/n moments caught on camera!

Tw: language, minor injury, alcohol/mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, blood and I believe that’s it!

Afab reader

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There is a clip of Harry on stream and you had just come back from Starbucks. You walked into the room and saw Harry on stream and tried to be quiet. Harry turned around after hearing the door open and closed, he smiled “Hey Y/n” you smiled “Hi Haz.” Harry mentioned “don’t worry about being quiet, ok?” You smiled and nodded. Walking over to him you handed him a drink as he looked up at you “is this for me?” You smiled “yeah, got it just before I left so it should be still warm.” He beamed with excitement, smiling he stood up and gave you a kiss “thank you babe.” “Your welcome, I’m just gonna sit on the bed and watch you stream.” He smiled and nodded as he loves your company when he streams.

One time your were streaming later in the evening, you were streaming because Harry had a few of the boys over and they were watching the ufc. So you decided to stream and let them do what they want. And of course Harry and the boys had a few drinks so he was a bit tipsy. One thing about Harry is when he’s drunk he can get clingy. So when the ufc was done he went straight to your office room. You heard a knock, so you spun in your chair and asked “yeah?!” Harry opened the door. You smiled “hey Harry, you ok?” He nodded and asked “can I join you?” You smiled and nodded. Standing up as he walked over and sat in the chair you were sitting in seconds ago. You sat on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled “what you up to?” You replied “I am making a zoo.” He asked “give me a tour.” As you were giving him a your you can already see the fan edits and the chat spamming cute things. Every so often he would give you a kiss on the cheek.

It was in the cold vs hot football video ChrisMD filmed, you and Harry were on the cold team. And for a forfeit if you missed a goal, you’d remove a item of clothing. And as you already had your coat and sweatpants off you were now in your leggings and T-shirt. It was now your go and sadly you missed the goal. So you walked back over to Harry, Reev, Ethan and Chris. You asked Harry to hold your mic while you took your shirt off. You looked at the camera and joked “Chris is trying to kill us with hypothermia!” You laughed with the boys as you slipped your shirt off. Now wearing your sports bra and leggings. You shivered, Harry saw that so he walked over to you and hugged you from behind and put your hands in his coat pockets. This was another fan edit filled moment.

You both were filing gta with the boys, since you play the game more than Harry, you were better. So when you were done with the race, you could hear Harry going off on his antics about the game. So being the amazing girlfriend you are, you went to his office. You sneaked in and took the controller, shushing Harry as he giggled too loudly and he flew up three podiums. The boys grew suspicious and asked ‘if Y/n was doing it’ he replied “nah just got that random motivation from somewhere.” You then got him to forth place.

You both were cooking for your channel, when Harry grabbed some flour and at first he made lines as a ‘drug joke’ making it look like cocaine. You laughed “Harry don’t do that to the fucking flour!” You both were laughing the whole time. Then he glanced at the camera, a mysterious glance that turned into a flour war. He threw some flour in you, not even a second later you both burst out into a flour war. What made it even funnier was that Calfreezy just came home from going out. And when he saw all the flour and the two culprits, his jaw dropped “what the fuck are you pair up to?” It was like a parent finding their kids doing something they shouldn’t be doing. What a chaotic video that was.

In a sidemen video, you two were on the same team. It was the America holiday one. You, Tobi, Harry and JJ were sitting outside with the camera crew. Making some s’mores, you all heard a bear growling. Harry jumped and screamed so did JJ, you and Tobi were laughing. You spread your arms out and stood in front of Harry “I’ll protect you Harry!” You all heard it louder again this time you jumped; Harry grabbed you and pulled you into him out of reaction. You grabbed the second baseball bat, you all ran towards the door and tried opening to find out it was just the speaker. You shouted “fucking scared the living shit out of me!”

You and Harry attended Chip’s pub crawl video and as a forfeit Harry had to do karaoke. So to ease his nerves of singing in front of a crowd, you did it too. You both sang ‘Mr.Brightside’ and you were loving and so did Harry. He found some confidence with you there and doing it with him. So this made the video and made it the ‘wholesome part’ and yes, more edits!!

You were making some food, when you had cut your hand with a knife. It wasn’t a big cut but it did bleed. So you ran into your shears bedroom, forgetting Harry was streaming. You ran into the bathroom and went to the sink and started running the water. Harry was concerned and asked “are you alright, Y/n?” You said “I cut my hand while cutting potatoes.” You and Harry can’t stay serious with anything so as you both stared at each other for a moment you both started laughing. Yes it hurt a bit but laughing made it somewhat better. Harry spoke “how the fuck did you manage that? Were you cutting with your eyes close?” You laughed “I did blink when it happened so? Kinda?”

“HARRY!” You shouted all the way from the living room. He was streaming once again. He ran into the living room thinking your hurt or something. He sees you in a ball on the sofa “what?! You ok?!” You pointed to the other side of the sofa. That’s when Harry’s eyes met the massive spider on the sofa just next to where you were sitting. “What am I supposed to do?!” “I don’t know?! Kill it?!” “I’m not kill-” “just do something!” He went over to the kitchen and grabbed a cup. That’s when the spider thought it was funny and crawled towards you. You jumped off the sofa and ran over to Harry, your hearts beating fast and your somehow out of breath. You hid behind Harry as he got the spider and placed it outside the front door. You closed the door quickly and went back to watching your show. Harry walks back in and continues his stream. The chat kept asking what happened so he explained “a fucking spider was on the couch next to Y/n, so obviously I had to deal with it and then it crawled at her.” He looked at the camera and giggled.

You both were in a sidemen reacts with Tobi and Simon, watching worlds biggest animals (you can see where this is going…) and as Harry did the intro he added “low and behold, Y/n’s mums on screen” and of course it was a fat animal. You gasped loudly and joked “right! I’ll come beat you up, you know!” Simon asked “isn’t Harry in Guernsey?” You replied “and so am I, I’m upstairs.” Meanwhile Tobi is laughing his head off. You said “hey, wait till my mum sees this, she’s gonna beat you up next time she sees you.” Your all laughing to the point you almost can’t breath. And yes, your mum did (playfully) punch Harry when you all met up.

[sugartitstownley]

The fevers, the heartaches (Trikey)

Prompt: A tiny glimpse of Michael’s first night after Ludendorff. Honestly, this is just angst. :,)

Warnings: small depictions of blood, vomit, and other gta-esque things.

I listened to this classic for the story.

The soft rumbling of cars driving by is barley noticeable over the radio being tuned in the corner. Dave Norton sits on the brown leather motel chair — a motel right off the main road in Ludendorff that he brought Michael to so both men could lay low until it was safe to relocate him and his family to Los Santos.

“Now, why won’t this stupid radio work? All I’m getting is static.”

Michael faintly hears Dave’s voice call out from his spot on the bed, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he keeps his eyes straight ahead, watching as a fly makes its way off the small boxed TV to the once-white walls that are now stained yellow and brown from ware.

“Townley, you listening?”

Michael forces himself to look at Dave, who’s now frowning in his direction. “What?”

“I don’t like that look,” Dave says. “There’s no backing out now. It’s too late. Philips is long gone. And we will be too in a few days.”

Michael gives a noncommittal hum. “And do you think I’m doing the right thing?”

“Michael — I think this is the only right thing you’ve done.”

At that, Michael just turns back to the wall, his eyes following the fly as it walks, buzzing and flying every so often. Life was so fucking easy for some creatures, he thinks.

After a few minutes have gone by, he lets his quiet voice wash over the room. “What’s going to happen to Trevor?”

“I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“Yeah, Christ,” Michael huffs. “I mean — I guess. Shit, I don’t know. Are you going to go after him?”

“I don’t think so,” Dave shrugs, his voice quiet too. “There’s not really a point. He thinks you’re dead.”

“Yeah,” he shakily breathes out. “I think I’m gonna go shower.”

Dave barley spares him a glance, continuing to poke and prod at the radio while Michael slides off the bed, grabbing his duffle bag and making his way to the bathroom.

Once the door is closed and locked, and he’s a safe distance away from the agent, he leans back against the door. The almost numb feeling he was experiencing mere moments ago vanishes in the silence of the four walls, and the events of the past 24 hours slam into him.

Michael’s face suddenly burns with a mix of anger and overwhelming regret. Trevor’s face — his words — ring through the air like the man is standing right next to him, screaming in his ear.

“T, you gotta get out of here!”

“Ain’t gonna leave you, Mikey!”

He knows Trevor is loyal, almost to a fault. And the only reason he ended up running was because Michael pleaded at him to go, yelling that he was dying and Trevor, if he stayed, would only be next.

He has been trying with everything in him to convince himself for months that his friend was a liability — someone that would end up killing him, Amanda, and their kids. Trevor’s reckless and irresponsible behavior only worsened as Brad pushed his way into the group, and it was becoming too much to deal with.

Even now, Michael knows that Trevor would never hurt Tracey or Jimmy on purpose. And if he was being really honest — truly, truly honest — he might even admit that his disdain for Brad’s integration into their little two-man posse was mostly driven by jealously at Trevor’s infatuation with him, even if it was friendly.

It was no secret that he and Trevor were more than friends themselves. It wasn’t uncommon for Michael to find himself kissing him after a successful score or leaning up against him during a movie just to be close. Which is why, as utterly fucked up as it is, Michael told Trevor to run.

But now, as his vision swims with unshed tears, he isn’t sure if his last minute decision will bring Trevor more torment than even death would have.

Michael tries to grab the towel off the broken rack, determined to forget the mess he’s created for himself. But as Trevor’s last words to him swirl in his mind, his hand grips at the rack too forcefully, leaving a bleeding gouge from the protruding metal as he pulls his arm back .

“Fucking shit!” Michael curses, watching the blood drip to the floor beneath him.

Michael grips the towel rack that’s already pealing off the wall from use and poor upkeep and yanks on it until the paint is falling to pieces at his feet and the bar is tearing off the wall.

“Fuck you,” he spits, throwing the bar into the corner of the small bathroom, the harsh sound of metal hitting tile echoing through the otherwise quiet room. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Feeling himself losing control, something he so desperately craves, he can no longer keep the tears that threatened to fall earlier at bay.

As his muffled cries fill the room, he slumps until his back is against the wall and shoulders are hunched as if the weight of his guilt is physically pushing him down.

The silence in the bathroom suddenly feels suffocating, and Michael can’t help but clench his fists as his heart pounds so loudly that he’s surprised he can’t hear it.

Grappling with the onslaught of his sudden panic, he tries to wipe his tears, only to smear blood down his face from the open wound on his hand.

“Damn it,” he hisses.

Usually unbothered by the sight of blood, he’s not sure why the metallic smell filtering through his nose is all of a sudden becoming unbearable. Queasiness twists in his stomach, leaving him trembling and lightheaded as he pushes himself off the floor, barely making it to the toilet before he was emptying what little dinner he had.

He takes a few shallow breaths at the end, trying to get his body back in his control.

“God, I don’t know if you’re there,” Michael’s raspy voice forces out, raising his head — eyelids half open. “But please.”

Michael doesn’t know what he’s begging for. The vomiting to stop. The tears to stop. Trevor’s crushing last words to him to vanish from his mind. Or, maybe, just for God to kill him right then and there.

A man is better off dead if he’s just going to cry and whine to God every time he sins, his mom used to say. How fucking ironic.

He flushes and then lays back against the tile floor. “I’m so sorry.”

He’s not sure if he’s talking to himself, to God, or to Trevor. He briefly allows himself to wonder what the other man is doing right now. Probably, if Michael has to guess, he’s somewhere a few towns over, creating upheaval in a dingy motel — quite like Michael is now. He and Trevor can be alike in that way at times.

He grabs at the toilet paper and dabs at his blood-dried hand before pulling out his phone and looking through the last couple texts between him and Trevor.

Dont forget the beer M. Need it to celebrate after the score.

Got it already. Be back soon.

K

Michael hits ‘reply’ and runs his fingers over the keys, typing slowly.

Please take care of yourself. Delete.

I’m sorry. I’ll always love you. Delete.

I wish I could forget you. Delete.

Michael drops the phone on to the tile beside him, knowing he can’t send any messages, and moves to stand up. His legs feel like jelly as he starts to pull his shirt over his head and unbuckle his pants for the shower he was supposed to take fifteen minutes ago.

Reaching for the metal handle, he turns on the hot water and steps inside, reveling in the steam that nearly burns his skin.

He knows San Andreas is waiting for him, and it’s too late to back out now. It’s too late.

When Michael finally does emerge from the bathroom — clean from blood, tears, and vomit — he finds Dave still toying with the radio, pretending not to watch as Michael lays down in the motel bed.

But just as his eyes start to feel heavy and the events of the day briefly begin to fade from memory, Dave’s voice sounds softly from the other side of the room.

“Los Santos will make it easier. Forgetting will get easier.”

And, God, Michael hopes that’s true.

[nervousron]

Chronological Lazlow Jones quotes and facts from Vice City, up to GTAV

22 year old radio intern Lazlow covers his eyes and hides in the corner when ladies enter the recording booth without their shirts

“Im 100% rebel. I got kicked out of school after the 12th grade, man” (for non-american readers, this would be university)

“Dont sell out. I never will”

“I am the master of darkness - that’s why my name’s Lazlow”

“Remember, Im going to be famous one day.”

Lazlow’s V-Rock Radio job application was sent in hand written calligraphy with a bouquet of flowers

Lazlow was in high school band

“I flunked school cuz im parkour”

He is pro gun and conservative

“How is that fair? I mean Im white, middle-class, very erudite -um, yknow, whatever that means- but people just respond badly to me, i don't understand it”

“-and you keep saying ‘im from the streets’, Yknow what dude? Everyone has a street in front of their house, that doesn't make you cool”

“Its kinda been a dream of mine to sleep with housewives…”

“I love your strap, you’re a great guy!”

Lazlow was tricked into joining the military briefly

Lazlow’s mom sent him to inversion and conversion therapy

“This is the west coast. I’m only into lesbians, man”

Lazlow breaking into tears when a caller continuously encourages Lazlow to shave his bush so his dick looks bigger

“Hanging upside down to sleep doesnt make you cool, or alternative. I know because I tried it”

A guy called in saying he moved from Hampshire and Lazlow told him his english was good and asked if it was hard getting used to the language

As of gta III Lazlow is married. As of IV he is divorced, balding, and has a mustache. His wife left him for his best friend after he brought home a heavily drugged woman for a threeway.

He used to look at his best friends dick when he was sleeping.

(About the Brittish)“I think they were speaking English before we were. I mean, the people here were speaking Cherokee and Shoshone.”

Lazlow gets upset when a man implies spanking kids is okay. He gets even more upset when he realizes the man doesn’t have kids and just wants to be spanked

“My father was strangely silent my whole childhood, which y’know, explains a lot”

“So you would MILK your grandmother like some kind of TEAR COW?”

Lazlow pushed a hotdog salesman’s head into a pot of boiled hot dog water and tried to drown him. This was a very cathartic experience for him.

“You stick your hand down a stripper's panties, yknow, and you discover a pair of balls. Well guess what baby? The bitch is back. But im not a bitch, Im a man. Uhh-”

Lazlow was regularly caught kissing men backstage at concerts in the 80s

Lazlow mentions its easier to spike women’s drinks with GHB in Liberty City than Vice City

“Go play sudoku and die peeing on yourself”

“You’re not my type. I prefer unconscious chicks or milfs with stretch marks”

Lazlow has tried blogging, being in porn, vinewood, working glory holes, and taking "facefulls of pills" to be happy.

“dude. Can you really not rub your junk and talk about schools. Dude. dude.”

“And you just wish that ONCE you could share a bed with someone who wouldnt get creeped out by the pictures of my ex wife on the nightstand”

“You can catch an STD! From a Him/Her!”

Lazlow bites strangers when he’s mad

“Im a RAGING heterosexual”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Y’know, I’ve worn some panties. Its not weird if a chick asks you to do it. Then its hot”

He begs strangers on the street to watch him windmill his dick online.

“This mustache once got me laid. Yeah, Yeah.”

“Isnt there one where theres a cup and two girls…”

He accosts Fred Armisen in the street. Fred is somehow much worse than Lazlow.

“DUR DUR DUR text message. EL OH EL”

“You’ll NEVER get to experience the 80s”

“For once, Lazlow is not getting bummed. I’M doing the bumming”

in Episodes From Liberty City, Lazlow’s mother and step-father pay for his radio show and he lives in their home. He hates his step-dad and new step-sisters

“Im the g-spot of radio”

“I’m here to stay. Like the national debt. or syphilis.”

Lazlow’s brother is a tv producer

Lazlow promised $2 to a man to follow him down the street with a saxophone to set atmosphere for his radio show

“I’ve really gotta spread my scent right now. And by that, I mean pee”

Lazlow’s step-dad is a mortician

Lazlow is pro choice, but only because he doesnt want to be a hypocrite

Lazlow’s sister was supposedly kidnapped. He claims he did not personally murder her.

“Nicaragua. Which is a company that sells nicotine… water”

“Do have a second for gay rights?” “Okay, a second. Sometimes five minutes if I’m drunk and nobody’s looking”

Lazlow makes his intern follow him with a camera and pretend to be paparazzi. It backfires.

Lazlow got hairplugs some time between IV and V

Lazlow invented podcasting

“It’s not molesting if they’re ugly. Trust me, i’ve been doing it for years”

“Molesting is when they’re human and cant complain, or dont like peanut butter on their junk. Those sheep wouldnt have complained if they COULD have. They were loving it!”

Lazlow’s intern tells everyone at the gay bar that Laz wants to get railed by three guys. Lazlow, not understanding spanish, is very excited by the attention.

Lazlow knows space facts off the top of his head

Lazlow Wants to cum in zero G

He has a grandma fetish

Lazlow talks about his experience of getting pissed on by groups of strange men

Lazlow is "Left wing", but only because he doesnt want to be fired

Through tears “I dont understand valleys or clouds, it sounds like a nursery rhyme”

Lazlow told the press Michael "molested (him) into cutting his hair"

Lazlow got roofied at his Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting

Through tears “Tony? Can we hug? Please? You shouted at me a lot… And Tony? I dont think you can say ‘Gay Tony’ anymore, it’s not PC, the internet will go crazy”

Lazlow spins records at kids birthdays

“He wants me to beatbox, i’m gonna fuckin get LAAIIDDD”

“One more scandal will ruin me. I’m WOKE now”

[soconfusedwithmylife]

i told you he is always been texas touya to me!!!! he is his own person!! i saw the ooc tag on the fic the other day and honestly you should remove it cause it feels like they are indeed in character like yeah that's what an american touya with that background would have turned out like in a quirkfree world. like so much of who we are is just chance and outer stimuli and thats just who texas touya is in that context so i dont think he is out of character there. does that make sense i havent had my coffee yet T-T also because of that texas touya and texas tomura are stand alones to me lmao,, beloveds,, as i said in my first ever ask, i'll just be like talking about texas touya and my sister will know the difference! i think that's neat! also UGH speaking of neat hsc having both the gta and the stardew valley gameplay featured equally SPEAKS TO ME, thank you. i didnt understand the american breeds but we used to have these mfs called guineafowls in english and they were absolute heathens. heathens i tell you. they'd keep on flying over the roof, they'd refuse to go in at nightfall like the others do, they'd had these absolute demonic screeches and they'd just not shut up and they were so so aggressive like who hurt you bro the others are just minding their own business like damn. one of them tried to fight our german shepherd one day and mind you that sheppie is a whole another level of menace, and the fucker lived to tell the tale i was shocked. so yeah normal chicken are already brutal but those fuckers??? they hundred percent did come from those weird raptors, i believe them. oh and my laptop is fixed. your days of peace are, once again, over. have a nice day :)

Omg (I say that every time, I know, but anyways) it means so much that you don't think they're ooc. It makes so much sense and I fully agree, that's how I justify making them weird 💀 I see them as stand alone people as well so it's highly validating for you to say that fr.

Those sound like nightmares with feathers. Hens are usually pretty docile unless they have a stick up their butts, but roosters are DEMONS. Hell spawn. I think it mostly depends on breed and how they're raised though. But those Guinea fowl do sound like straight terrors and you have my sympathy lol

I never live in peace, knowing what I must write eventually >:)

[scarletk537]

The next day, as sunny as usual, though some grey clouds passing by, it was the day that has kept inside for awhile now, will be revealed to hear. Though it's not so easy.

James May has arrived back at the park and now is waiting for the children, Tamia and Cleo, under the tree, promised them to come here and explained everything to them. As he wait for the two, he felt a little reluctance about this. One is why the children need to know him? And two, will he tells them who he was?

Letting out a sigh, he tries to clear his head a bit by looking at the trees as the wind flowing within the leaves, though he is still reluctance about the topic. He just have to wait for the children, that's all it matters.

"Mr May!"

The voice rang in his ears from the distance and James turned his head to that voice and his mouth stretched to a grin as he sees the children, Tamia and her little brother, Cleo, has arrived, but with no parents around.

"Hello, you two!" he greeted them. "You've finally here, I thought your parents won't let you both see me. I forgot to tell you not to tell your parents or anyone that we shall met here again." "Oh don't worry, Mr May," Tamia said. "I told my parents that we want to meet the Johnson family, because they want us to come over to their home with their cousins to play some games."

James lets out a sigh of relief. 'Well, that's probably a good thing.' he thought.

"Nice one, my dear," he said to Tamia. "But please called me James. Mr May sounds a bit old, despite I'm being old myself." "So, can you tell us now? You promised us you'll tell us," Cleo asked him. James's grin suddenly turned into a thin smile. He wanted to tell them, but deep down, it was too soon to tell. If he told them, will they believe him? Will they trust him?

'Will they...'

Without other options, he takes a deep breath, and as he opens his mouth to speak, a different voice called out.

"Hey kids!"

Everyone turned to that voice and out of the blue, a tall, handsome looking man arrived. He wore blue shirt, jeans and sneakers, and his hair is a bit grey.

"Huh? Uncle Tommy?" Tamia spoke, recognized who is that person was. "That's me, kiddo!" the man, known as Tommy by his first name. His eyebrow raises up when he noticed James May. "And you are?"

"An English muppet," James began. "Funny, very funny," Tommy said with a smirk. "The name's Vercetti. Tommy Vercetti." "The drug lord of Vice City I presumed?" James replied with a sarcastic tone. "What are you, a cop?" Tommy inquired. "No, I'm just an arse," James snided with a smirk.

"What are you doing here, Uncle Tommy?" Cleo asked Tommy. "Looking for you guys, that is," Tommy replied. "Actually, I came here, stopping by to see your parents and others. Your mom told me you went to see the Johnsons, but instead you met.. whatever he is."

"We were just chatting, no big deal here," James replied. "Yeah, I can see that," Tommy said. "Anyway, come on kids, I want to take you somewhere more fun than here." "But Tommy!" Tamia whined. "We just got here."

James groaned of this, but decided not to stop them. "Go on, you two. Maybe someday we could talk about it. Alright?" "But-" "No buts, Tamia," James stops Tamia's sentence. Tamia and Cleo sigh in disappointed but decided not to protest and walks with Tommy out of the park, while James is watching them go and waved goodbye as the kids looking back at him before they entered the car and drove away.

James lets out a groan while rubbing his face down with his hands. "Bad timing this one," he muttered, before starts muttering curses while facepalming his face with both hands multiple times before stopping to calm himself down.

'Someday sooner or later...'

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Finally post this, the continuation of the previous post. I made Tommy Vercetti's first appearance in the screenshot. Not very accurate of Tommy because I couldn't find a Hawaiian t-shirt and such.

Oh by the way, the user, ashmirkier, who wrote the GTA The Holy Trilogy on ao3, has deleted their Tumblr account, and deactivated their Twitter account, before activated again and later, probably deactivated that account two days later.

Damn, this is sucks...

[storiesforallfandoms]

hype you up ~ corpse husband

word count: 1393

request?: yes!

“Hi there,idk if you still write for corpse or not but could I request a one shot where corpse sees readers stream and reacts like he did with Tina while on stream, thank if you can I hope it makes sense 😭”

description: in which he watches her stream just to hype her up and watch her blush

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

unsure of what the tina example is exactly but i’m gonna try my best

“How do I raid?” Corpse asked his viewers. “Do I press something or can I just go watch someone else’s stream?”

He squinted at his chat as it filled with messages trying to explain how to do a Twitch raid. He was regretting not having figured out how to put on slow mode for his Twitch chats. The chats were coming in way too quickly for him to figure out what everyone was saying.

““I’m just gonna see who’s online and watch them for a bit before I end stream,” he decided.

He opened Twitch in a browser on stream. He was about to scroll through the home page to select a random streamer when his eyes trailed over to the list of who he followed. On the top of the list, the only streamer he followed who was currently live, was his girlfriend, (Y/N).

“Oh, (Y/N)’s online. I wonder what she’s playing.”

He went into her stream to see she was playing a GTA roleplay with Rae and Sykkuno. Her character was driving with Sykkuno and one of their GTA friends, who was talking about a “job” they were planning on doing. In her face cam, (Y/N) was sat back in her chair, sipping on a soft drink.

Her eyes wandered to her chat and her eyebrows furrowed together.

“Chat, you guys are saying I’m getting raided,” she said. “Who’s raiding me?”

Corpse chuckled as the chat tried to explain what he was doing. He decided to type his own message to let her know he was watching.

“you look cute while you commit crimes :)”

When his message popped up, (Y/N)’s face brightened like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Oh, Corpse is watching! Hi Corpse!”

“(Y/C/N), are you with us?” her GTA friend asked.

Remembering that she was playing a game, she quickly unmuted herself and said, “Yeah, sorry, I zoned out. Go over the plan again?”

The three characters had pulled up to the bank where Rae was waiting for them. Their GTA friend was explaining the roles everyone was to play.

(Y/N)’s character got out of the car and put on her mask - a raccoon mask. She was talking to the chat about how nervous she was for the job as they started into the bank.

“you’re gonna do great sweetie”

(Y/N) giggled at Corpse’s new message. “Than you babe. Let’s go y’all!”

The four stormed into the building, their virtual guns raised. Rae walked up to the teller, demanding for her bag to be filled with money.  Their GTA friend was watching the guards while Sykkuno and (Y/N) watched the hostages.

“We don’t wanna hurt you, just stay down!” (Y/N) yelled at the cowering (yet still deadpanned) hostages.

“cutest burglar ever :)”

(Y/N) covered her mouth to stifle yet another giggle that was about to come.

“your laugh is the cutest thing ever”

Her chat was going wild for Corpse’s messages. He forgot he was still live himself, so his own chat could hear his reaction to his messages to (Y/N), and to what she was doing on stream.

Once the job was finished, the GTA group took the money and ran to their car. They took off down the road, driving quickly and sporadically. It didn’t take long for the sounds of sirens to be heard in the distance, causing all of them to start planning on how to ditch the car and go off on foot.

“We’ll meet back up at another location,” Rae said. “We’ll call each other.”

(Y/N)’s character got out of the car and started for the woods on foot. She started feigning heavy breathing as the sound of sirens got further and further away until it eventually stopped. (Y/N) stopped running and checked her phone.

“I have no idea where I am,” she said. “I hope I can ping wherever they want to meet so I can find it.”

She continued to walk through the woods, just getting more and more lost as she went. Corpse was so invested in the stream that he forgot he had been live for an additional 30 minutes, just watching (Y/N)’s stream with all of his viewers. When he realized he was still live, he quickly muted (Y/N)’s stream so he could address his viewers.

“I should end this now,” he decided. “I don’t want you guys to be watching (Y/N)’s stream through me and not give her the views she deserves. Go over to her channel and watch her, I’d say she’ll be live for hours. I’m not usually into GTA content but her streams are great.”

“simp”

Corpse chuckled at the comment that came through from (Y/N)’s account. On her face cam, she was facing away from the camera and smiling at something on her second monitor. He figured she had probably opened his stream on another monitor while waiting to hear from one of the other three on where they were meeting.

“I am the biggest simp,” he agreed. “But only for you, baby. Anyways, I’m gonna go before I say more things that are gonna haunt me on Twitter for like a month. See you guys next stream.”

He ended his stream and sat back in his chair. He unmuted (Y/N)’s stream, where she was saying something about having Corpse raid her.

Corpse ended up sitting in his desk chair for another two hours just watching (Y/N)’s stream. He could’ve moved to his bed or even his couch at any point and watched her stream on his phone instead, but he was so invested that he didn’t want to miss a second of it. He came to regret it when (Y/N) finally ended her stream and his eye that wasn’t covered with the eyepatch was swollen and puffy and his entire body ached.

He winced as he rose from his seat, discarding the eyepatch onto his desk and shutting off his PC. He slowly made his way to his room, every step he took sending more pain and agony through his body as he went.

The moment he collapsed onto his bed, his phone started to ring. It was an incoming FaceTime call from (Y/N). Despite knowing he should rest his eye after staring at his screen for so long, Corpse decided to answer it. How could he turn down another opportunity to see his beautiful girlfriend?

When (Y/N)’s smiling image popped up on his screen, Corpse couldn’t help but smile himself. There was just something about this woman that made it impossible to be upset when she was around.

Her smile fell though as she looked closer at her phone. “Babe, what happened to your eye?”

Corpse shrugged and waved away her comment. “From streaming.”

“How long did you stream that it’s that swollen?”

He shrugged again, trying to play off the fact that he had been staring at a screen longer than he was supposed to. “Like an hour and a half, maybe two hours...I may have finished watching your stream on my PC in my room through.”

“Corpse!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Babe, you can’t do that! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“I’m fine!”

(Y/N) gave him a look that told him she knew he was lying. “You were staring at your PC for like going on five hours, you should not be FaceTiming me right now. I’m gonna hang up and call instead.”

“No, don’t do that. I wanna see you.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. “I live like ten minutes away, I can walk to you.”

“That’s ten minutes too long when I could just be seeing you now.”

She playfully fake retched. “God, you’re such a simp.”

“A simp for you, baby.”

He always knew how to make her blush. She shook her head, chuckling to herself. Almost all the concern she had moments ago had washed away. Almost all of it.

“I’m gonna walk to your place while on FaceTime,” she said. “The minute I get there, you’re turning off your phone and resting your eye. Got that?”

“Yes ma’am.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as Corpse laughed at himself. “God, you’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I know I am.”

[zorrathium]

Love You 4* Ever

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Aaron T x GN! Reader Headcannons

Summary: Random headcannons from yours truly about our beloved T ♡

Movie nights every week

If he’s busy or he misses them, he’ll make it a priority to make it up to you

If it's a movie you really like, he won't mind if you talk through the whole thing or even spoil it.

His favorite movie is probably Jurassic Park or ET, Aaron is definitely a Spielberg fan

Big video game fan! 

Owns a Ps2, really into things like Spyro and GTA San Andreas

He’s like a child on GTA. Always abandoning missions to go kill some random npcs he comes across. It doesn’t take long for him to get at least 4 stars

Also probably owns an og N64 and beats your ass in Super Mario Bros

If you show any interest in a game he likes he will jump at the opportunity to hand it off to you

Enjoys watching you play. He won't tell you if you're better than him cause he's got his own rep to keep up

He loves giving you cheek kisses or kisses over your knuckles

Loves kissing you in general, those are just his preffered spots.

Super clingy.

He loves to sleep in when he can

The kind of person to groan SUPER loudly if their sleep is being disrupted/if they’re being woken up early

Cuddles 24/7

Usually he wants you to be the little spoon, but occasionally he’ll hand that privilege over

You wanna go to work? School? HA. His cuddles are more important. He'll call you in.

An absolute bed hog. You can kiss personal space goodbye

That doesn't go without saying that 90% of the time he's clinging onto you like his life depends on it

Often sings for you

He 100% talks in his sleep

"(Y/N)... amazing… pizza for lunch…?"

You definitely make fun of him for it (in a playful way ofc)

He’s a master of making up the most random, silly songs about you

His favorite existing songs to sing for you are Nobody Like U and God Must’ve Spent a Little More Time on You

He really loves NSYNC

T can ramble for hours. Literal hours.

You could be having a casual conversation, then the next thing you know he's started telling you why he really doesn't understand the concept of physics

"(Y/N), you're smart. Explain to me why we need an entire equation to figure out what height something is going up at. Is that even what it is? Listen, I mean yeah I graduated high school, but do you think I remember any of that? What was the point?"

You do your best to keep up with whatever he's saying, and reassure him he's not dumb.

He loves you for listening, even if it's wasting your time

Fast food ALL THE TIME. This man does not have the willpower to make his own

If you cook, best believe he savors that absolute masterpiece that you give him

On the off chance he cooks for you, he’ll give it his all. 110%

Abuses his status to get you things you want

Is there another band or artist you like? T has connections. (There’s also the off-chance that he or the other 4*Town members know them personally)

Want to skip a line at a store? Not a problem, he’s already got some elaborate plan made up to get you to the front.

After the Pandapocalypse incident, he called you in the most neutral tone you've ever heard him speak in

"Hey hun. How'd the concert go?"

"It went well. Yeah, well…"

If you were actually there? Oh boy, bless poor Aaron’s heart. After helping Mei he would definitely take off screaming for you.

Speaking of concerts, he makes sure that you can attend as many of 4*Town's as possible!

If you don't like traveling, he'll just let you come to the local ones

If you do like traveling, he'll find a way to convince the group's manager to let you tag along

Brings you to rehearsals and outings with the other boys (this should be a given)

The rest of the band loves you, they’re very happy for T

Though, he can be very annoying about his love for you

Constantly rubbing your relationship in the other guys’ faces. Z and Jesse are especially annoyed by this. Tae and Robaire don’t mind, they like you a lot

If any of the others even think about flirting with you, T has them in the deadliest staring contest of all time

He LOVES to bathe with you

He enjoys your time alone. Poor man gets jealous way too easily

Not in a smeggsual way! He just enjoys being close to you

Often begs you to take bubble baths with him

Full on shower concerts

He’s definitely slipped and fell a few times…

I imagine T’s actually terrified of genuinely messing up around you

He won’t let you know that though. He wants to make sure you have someone to fall back on

Big inferiority complex.

In a modern setting, he’s blasting you all over his social medias

“@insertyouruser hey bb ilysm”

“Look at this cute picture of (Y/N)!”

“Me and @insertyouruser hanging at (insert location) <3”

He is not smart enough to wait until after you’ve left to post at restaurants and stuff...

Very open about your relationship in general

Loves getting you in on interviews, it gives you a slice of the fame he wants to share

Responds to hate in a very… odd way. (About your relationship and in general)

Often if he can see the person talking smack, he will be incredibly passive-aggressive and overall just a douche back to them

If it’s on social media, he usually responds in a more joking way

Random user: “Aaron T definitely deserves more then whatever trash that thing is”

AaronThereal: “You think you have a say when you look like that? Yikes.”

Your name in his phone is something like "Baby ♡", "LOML ♡", or just your name with a ton of hearts

Often T likes to call you those things regularly as well.

"Baby" "Babydoll" "Doll" "Love" "Sweet cheeks" "Pumpkin"

They're all usually said in a teasing manner or a very loving manner. No in between.

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AN- Sorry it's so short! Ive been working on adding to this for quite a while. Procrastination, I tell ya. Hope it suffices for now! I am currently working on a pt. 2 to my first fic on here, keep an eye out for that! Much love my 4Townies!!

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

[xcjkt]

Little Trikey Drabble.

Characters; Michael Townley x Trevor Philips.

Timeline; Early 2000′s, North Yankton, pre Michael’s death.

Content Warnings; homophobic slurs, domestic violence, angst, mentions of suicide, swearing. (It’s GTA V i feel like that should just be a CW in general)

Summary; Michael makes homophobic statement and it sends trevor into a fit of rage. 

Author’s note; I wrote this a few months ago and only two people have ever read this and I feel like Tumblr is the place I can share this. I am a huge angst writer, especially for Trevor and Michael. I have about 200 pages of drabbles like this so if it works out I might post more LMFAO i am so self conscious about my writing.

Trevor hated being Canadian, it was what he was known for in the group. Everyone taunted him by making comments about his barely noticeable accent and how he said “eh” a lot at first. Michael started calling him Moose as a joke for a while before it became the only thing Michael called him for weeks. He hated it but he learned to love it more than his own name. 

The cold December night started small, just Michael and Trevor driving around, Michael was teaching Trevor how to drive so in case he ever had to play the role as getaway driver he was more experienced and could drive safely. Trevor was going 105 down the interstate weaving through traffic with a huge smile on his face, Michael laughing all the way down the road with him. They finally had to slow down due to the cars matching speeds and it being too tight of fit to safely squeeze through. Trevor burst out laughing, “You’re good at that!” Michael squealed with laughter. He placed his hand on the back of Trevor’s neck, “I might have you drive us to safety from now on” Trevor took everything Michael said as a compliment. Michael never had anything bad to say about Trevor. They pulled off the interstate and into a diner parking lot. “Thank you M, for everything,” 

Michael was the favorite part of Trevor’s life, when he was there to pick him up from jail the first time he went up until this moment. Trevor unbuckled himself and took a deep breath, Michael had gotten out to stretch his legs, “Wanna grab some milkshakes? My treat for being the bestest best friend anyone could ask for!” Michael called out curling his finger in trying to lure Trevor out. Trevor chuckled, getting out of the driver side seat, “fine, but! I get to drive home,” he said, running up to Michael and grabbing his arm, spinning the two of them around. They found a seat against a wall Trevor against the wall and Michael sitting next to him practically touching hips. There were a couple a couple booths away from them sharing a milkshake, just two boys holding hands not bothering anyone. 

“Look at those two fags over there” Michael scoffed, Trevor’s eyes went up immediately, “what did you say?” Trevor’s voice sounded cold, “those faggots, over there” Michael pointed to the couple oblivious to the hate they were getting, “what’s so wrong with that?” Trevor asked moving away from Michael “It’s disgusting and wrong” Michael laughed “Why are you a faggot too?” “…yeah” Trevor mumbled, his heart pounding out of his chest, Michael froze, “Trevor, I- Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Trevor practically pushed Michael out from the booth and walked out the door, Michael following trying to grab his arm, “T! Please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it!” Michael yelled. Trevor turned around and shoved Michael to the ground, “four fucking months Townley! 4 fucking months I’ve been wanting to kiss you! Fuck you Townley! Fuck you!” Trevor screamed opening the car door handle, he slammed the door and turned on the ignition and sped out of the parking lot. 

His heart was racing, he felt betrayed and disgusted. He felt led on for months, felt like he was just being used to be bent to Michael’s will. He would’ve done anything for Michael. He stepped on the gas harder, “Fuck!” He screamed as he weaved through traffic, he didn't know where he was going, nor did he care. Just wanted to find somewhere to hide from everything. He kept hearing his phone make noises from the center console cup holders but he was going too fast to even care to see who was texting. He knew who was texting him, he knew Michael was spamming him with apologies.

He found a side road and took a sharp left to get on the road, it turned down a snowy dirt road and he slowed down, he was angry but not angry enough to kill himself. He pulled over and punched the steering wheel over and over until his knuckles were bloody, he screamed out before sobbing into the window. Everything was crashing down around him, the only person he ever saw staying in his life forever. The texts had stopped but they turned into spam phone calls, every time he saw “Mikey <3” on his phone screen he hit his leg shouting for him to leave him alone. 

Trevor didn't show back up to the group for a few weeks, everyone had thought Trevor had killed himself or ran away. Lester was the first one to see Trevor. He came over to the house late at night smelling like he had been running through the sewage systems, “Trevor, Oh my God,” Lester whispered, grabbing Trevor’s arm and pulling him in. He had a black eye and his arms were bruised or had cigarette burns on them. “Please don’t tell Michael I’m here. I’m quitting, I’m out, I just need to get my shit and take a shower and I’m out.” Trevor’s voice was raspy, he sounded like he had been talking for days straight without a pause for water. “Trevor, what the hell happened? Michael’s been bitchy with everyone or not speaking at all. Something happen?” Lester asked Trevor, taking him to the kitchen. “I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to take a shower and leave,” “T, I can’t let you do that, you’re our best gunman, your aim is spot on, please just sit down and talk to me.” Lester pleaded. He didn’t know where Trevor was the last few weeks, he was completely off the radar, which scared Lester, he was typically able to find anyone in Ludendorff, but Trevor… He goes completely radio silent. 

“No! I said let me shower and I’ll get my shit and go!” Trevor snapped, his voice louder than intended, “Trevor, Michael and Brad are upstairs, if you wake either of them you wont able to leave quietly” Lester snapped in a low voice, “Whatever, Michael can go fuck himself anyways” Trevor hissed heading up the stairs and straight to the room that held all of his clothes. Lester was the only one in the crew old enough to own a home so everyone stayed with him. 

Trevor grabbed his back pack from when he was in school and started to pile all of his clothes into the bag, shoving them down into the bag to fit more clothes. It was difficult to move around in the dark, even harder to make sure he was getting everything he needed. 

He couldn't get a drawer open so he kicked it hard. This causes the dresser to hit the wall with a loud thud. “Fuck” he mumbled under his breath. He quickly grabbed his bag and made a beeline to the bathroom, terrified to run into Michael. He didn't make it to the bathroom door in time before running straight into Michael who was blocking the door. Michael grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the bathroom kicking the door closed with his foot, Michael threw Trevor back, “Where the Hell have you been?” Michael hissed. “Wouldn't you like to know?” Trevor huffed readjusting his shirt, “I’m not fucking around Trevor” Michael snarled approaching Trevor pushing him against the wall, “Get the fuck away from me Townley,” Trevor spit in his face. Michael grabbed Trevor by the throat sliding him up the wall, “You need to listen to me!” He snarled, “Kill yourself” Trevor sputtered out, clutching Michael’s arms to try and lift himself up to get air into his lungs again. 

Michael let out a shout and threw Trevor to the ground stomping past him and leaving Trevor in a dry heaving mess on the ground. Trevor could hear Michael’s bed room door slam before a loud “FUCK” could be heard. Trevor sobbed out on the floor clutching his throat trying to breathe.

[broimanalien]

Being a woman sucks

Terroriser x Vanoss x Wildcat x reader

Brian/Terroriser POV

I was filming a video for my channel with Evan, Tyler, and David when I heard the door to my open and a quiet shuffle. I turned around and saw Y/n cuddled in what looked like two fluffy blankets flop down onto the couch in the room, Nussle into them, and go to sleep. When I say that was the cutest thing I ever saw. I mean it, but me being distracted by Y/n gave Tyler time to kill me in GTA. "HA! Sucker I win!"

"Yeah, sure whatever," I say deep down knowing that I win because I have Y/n at my house and not theirs.  "Dude, you just stopped trying what happened?" Vanoss asked.

"Y/n just came into the room"

"WHAT!" Tyler yelled

"Ow," David said

"What is she doing?" Vanoss asked

"She just came out of nowhere with two fluffy blankets and flopped down on the couch, I think she's asleep?" I say looking at her trying to figure out if she actually is asleep.

"Bro your getting cuddles!" Tyler said annoyed

"Well, I would be if I wasn't playing with you guys!" I said kind of annoyed because she looked so comfy and all I wanted to do was be close to her, yet here I was on this chair playing GTA. "My girlfriend does that a lot either when she's upset, tired, or wants attention so good luck finding out which one it is," David says

"Thanks, A lot Nogla," I say still looking at her

"Your welcome"

"I'm coming over" I hear Evan say before he goes off the game and discord

"I'm not missing out on cuddles, be there in 10!" Tyler says before he leaves the game and discord just like Evan. "Well good luck I guess, see ya later," David says before he does the same as Vanoss and wildcat. I log off and then walk over to Y/n. "Baby, you awake?" I say pulling the blanket down so I can see more of her face. I look and see tears coming out from her clenched eyes. "What's wrong baby?" I ask nealing down in front of her so we are at eye level with each other. "I hate being a woman," she says sniffling, she starts crying more then sat up and threw herself at me. Now she's full-on crying into my t-shirt but I don't mind. I start rubbing her back whispering sweet nothings into her ear trying to calm her down.

I'm sitting on the ground with Y/n sitting on my lap still crying when I hear the front door open and I hear Vanoss and Wildcat talking. "Were in the gaming room!" I yell to them hoping they come so we can calm her down fully to find what hurt her. I hear their footsteps getting closer and their conversation about who knows what comes to a stop when they enter the room. I look up and see them staring at me with confused looks, I just shrug my shoulders and look back at y/n who sniffling.

Tyler/Wildcat POV

Evan and I were talking about what came first, the chicken or the egg when we enter Brian's gaming room to see him on the floor with Y/n in his lap crying, I look over at Brian to see him shrug his shoulder and look back at Y/n. I walk over to them and crouch down to their level and rub Y/n's back. "Hey babe it's me, Tyler and I guess Evan too" I hear Evan schroff but I ignore him. "What's wrong?" Y/n moves so she's now sitting on Brian's lap facing me and Evan who's now also crouched down looking at Y/n. She looks at me and Evan with such defeated eyes that make me want to kill whoever hurt her. She looks down, takes a deep breath, and says "This guy sent me a DM on Instagram saying how hot I was and stuff like that and when I said I had a boyfriend he started saying a bunch of horrible things, and normally it doesn't get to me but I guess I've just been having a hard time recently that it just got to me more than it should of." During her confession, she never once looked at us and during this, I just got angrier and angrier. I stood up and started pacing around the room. I mean why would someone do this to her. I mean I get why he would want to get into her pants because I do to but then afterwords just because she said no doesn't give him the right to go say horrible stuff about her.

Evan/Vanoss POV

As she finished telling us what happened I was beyond angry but I knew that I would have to try to be calm because Tyler would be furious and Brain will and angry too. I looked at Y/n to see him looking at Tyler with tears in her eyes so put both of my hands on her cheeks and made her look at me. "Hey, don't worry, it's not your fault the guy was awful and whatever he said was a lie, your beautiful and amazing, and he's just jealous that he can't have you." Y/n jumped into my arms and hugged me like I was going to melt away if she let go, I hugged her back as she cried into my shoulder. I moved so my back was against the couch and just held her telling her that everything was okay and how much of an amazing person she is.

I watched as Tyler kept pacing the small gaming room and Brian stands with his back against the wall watching both Y/n and Tyler trying to calm him down. By now Y/n had fallen asleep in my arms and we were trying to figure out what to do. "We should send a police report and make them kill the bastard!" Tyler said, "Quiet you bimbo Y/n is asleep" Brain said looking at Y/n. For the first time since Y/n told us what happened Tyler stopped pacing and turned to look at Y/n asleep in my arms, he then sighed and sat down next to me running his hands through his hair "It's just not fair"

"I know but there's not much we can do," Brian said coming to sit down on the other side of me. "What about we look at her phone and see what he actually said?" Brian said looking over at Y/n. "I don't know if that's a good Idea" I spoke for the first time. Tyler looks over at me with a confused yet frustrated face "Why not, we will get to find out what he actually said so we can know how bad it is."

"But we will be invading her personal space and we don't want her not to trust us"

"Yeah but Evan if it made her this upset it must have been bad and if we find out exactly what he said then we can help fix it," Brian said trying to persuade me. I thought about it for a moment, if we did we would be looking through her phone and if she finds out we did that she might get angry at us and I don't want to lose her, but if we don't then we probably won't find out what happened and then we won't be able to undo what the bastard said to her. I looked at Y/n who was peacefully sleeping in my arms and decided that it was better to find out what he said than not know what happened. "okay" I see Brian stand up and leave the room to go get her phone. While he's gone I stand up still holding Y/n and look over at Tyler. He gets the idea and stands up and grabs the blankets of the couch. I place Y/n on the couch and Tyler places the blankets over her and we both just stand there watching her sleep (not creepy though, of course not)

I hear Brian walk into the room but I don't look up I just keep watching her. There's a moment of silence where everyone's just silent thinking over the plan and making sure that this is a good idea. "Well..." Brian says snapping out of my thoughts causing me to look over at him. "Let's just get this over with," I say going to stand next to Brain so I will be able to read what he wrote. You may be thinking, how are these three idiots going to log into her phone. Well, it's as simple as Y/N gave us the password. Brian logs into her phone and goes straight to Instagram, when the app loads he goes to the message simple and taps it. Once it opens the first person is someone I don't recognize I look over to Brian to see him looking at me. I just shrug my shoulder and Brian inhales a deep breath and presses the messages. I look over his shoulder more as the conversations come up. "Well, what does it say?!" Tyler asked annoyed. It's like I'm frozen looking at what he sent, time has stopped as I read over everything that he said again and again.

Tyler/Wildcat POV

I just see both their faces go pale and I start to wonder if I even want to know what he said but I need to know. "Well, what does it say?!" "umm... It basically says that she needs to kill herself and she's not good enough to ever be in love and that we are just with her for... you know" Brian says still staring at her phone. "WHAT! THAT'S INSANE" "Tyler calm down we don't want to wake her" "BUT SHE FELL ASLEEP BELIEVING ALL THAT BULLCRAP!" "Tyler, please stop yelling"

Y/N POV

I woke up to yelling, lots of yelling coming from Tyler and Evan trying to calm him down but what they were yelling about was beyond my half-asleep brain so I decided to try to make them shut up. "SHHHHHH! I'm trying to sleep here" I say causing the whole room to straight away fall into silence. "Thank you, I would ask what you were yelling about" I start saying sitting up to see Tyler across the room staring at me while Brian and Evan were standing next to each other and Brian had my phone. "And why you have my phone but I'm too tired to care so let's go to Brian's bed and cuddle with no yelling, please"

[real-kastek]

Darkened Drabbles: Chapter 5

Pushing Buttons

(Prompt: Kris finds out Susie plays video games on old systems. They play a GTA bootleg.)

"Get off my bed, freak."

"Nah."

"I wasn't asking, gonna get your gross human slime all over it." Susie snorts.

You turn from the magazine in your hands, grimacing at the girl, "Skin flakes? Hair? Any other word would've worked." You turn the page, lazily glancing over the images of monster trucks equipped with flamethrowers, "Besides, you don't have any chairs. Where else am I supposed to be?"

The dragoness tears the magazine out of your hands, pages flapping off into the corner of the room, "Not my problem. Go sit in the beanbag chair or something."

You roll your eyes, stretching as you sidle off onto the side of the bed, "If it wasn't covered in toaster crumbs, maybe I would."

You groan, rolling your shoulder. You peer over at the speckled blue excuse for a chair, its seams patched with duct tape and…staples? You shake your head. Enticing.

The bed suddenly screams out from underneath you, the scaled girl slamming flat across the patchwork mattress. You're thrown an inch into the air, coming down atop the curl of a metal spring. Or spike. You really wouldn't be surprised either way.

"…wanna go beat up some Darkners?"

You brush a strand of hair out of your eyes, a bored look resting on your features, "Both fountains are closed. Darkners are our friends." You click your tongue, "…and the fight club shut down because you suplexed the owner."

"Oh come on! He set up the match!" Susie growls, grabbing up a pillow and squeezing it tight to her chest, "Not my fault he went down so fast..."

Your eyes continue to languidly examine the room, hopeful for any source of entertainment. The dragoness' bedroom was about what you expected at this point. Barely taped posters lined the walls, advertising upcoming metal concerts and blood-soaked move premieres, most of which were ancient at this point. Most of the room's contents were just as old, with a single wooden wardrobe collecting dust in the corner, bunny-eared television on the floor, and even a small collection of plates, thankfully picked clean from any equally aged food. You sigh, staring down at the near flat beanbag chair against the wall. You would've said being invited into the volatile dragoness' room was quite the honor a few weeks back. Now, you'd call it a health hazard.

"We could work on our group project." Susie mutters quietly.

Silence hangs in the room. You choke for a moment, the sides of your mouth squeaking from the laughter breaking through. Within moments, Susie begins to roar, shaking the bed with her own seizing laughter.

"O-Okay, okay, but seriously…" The dragoness sighs, catching her breath, "What'd you wanna do?"

You exhale sharply, collecting yourself, "…I don't know. Could see if there's something on television."

Throwing your legs off the side, you stumble from the bed, making your way to the tiny black box upon the floor. Ancient as it was, the device wasn't dissimilar from your own back home. Smaller, and more dented in spots, but still functional. You begin to reach for the power button, most of the symbols having faded over the years, stopping when your eyes trace along a number of cords tangled close by. You follow the cords, noting a dense brick of a laptop peeking out from under the wardrobe.

"Hey, I didn't know you had a computer." You tilt your head to the side, noting a dull green light on the device's side.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," The bed creaks behind you, "Got it for dirt cheap a couple years ago. I got a ton of music and games on it. There's a bunch of websites you can just download that crap for free, it's pretty sweet."

You freeze, hand still outstretched, "Uh…what kind of websites?"

"I dunno. I just type in 'free games' and grab whatever's on there."

You squint down at the worn device. You can't catch a computer virus…right?

"Here, move over." A clawed hand rests on your shoulder, "I'll show you what I got."

Susie quickly bends down, unplugging the device from its life support. Spinning back around, she flops back onto the bed, popping open the worn cover. You stare at the back of the laptop's surface, studying the various scratches and dents throughout. Squinting, you examine the indent on the computer's back.

"What kind of laptop is that even?" You continue eyeing the device's marks for a possible brand. Was that…a pear? Maybe an orange?

"Hell if I know. Now sit down already." The dragoness scootches back against the wall, the bed's frame creaking once more.

"…not supposed to be on the bed."

"Ugh…" Susie's gaze drifts from the computer screen, squinting back at you, "Preferred when you were the quiet kid. Now come on."

You raise your hands in surrender, shuffling back onto the mess of blankets and sheets. You push yourself up against the wall as a loud buzzing emanates from your side.

"Takes a second to turn on."

You watch as the laptop stutters to life, a roar of swelling air and heat surrounding the struggling machine. The device's screams seem to build and build, hitting a screeching peak before suddenly dying down in a last gasp of processing. You shake away from the dark screen, your hands releasing the bunched bedspread you held for dear life. A laptop explosion couldn't be that big anyway. Or it would, and you would've died instantly. You sigh. Not the most glamorous way to go.

"Agh…stupid thing freezes sometimes." Susie slams her palm against the side of the machine, a dull whirr sputtering forth, "Come on already."

"Uh…it's cool." You gulp, the laptop's fans surging to life once more, "M-Maybe we could do something else?" You bite the bottom of your lip, "Do you have any other games? Like, not on your laptop?"

Susie drags the computer's lid closed, tossing the device onto her pillow, "Man, I don't know. Don't really have all the new crap out there. I got an old console buried…somewhere. Probably don't wanna play that though."

You lean forward, meeting the dragoness' disgruntled gaze, "Why not? It isn't like I have any of the newer stuff either. Last system my mom bought was when my brother was still in middle school. It's probably like, six years old by now."

"Psh, thought you were spoiled." Susie grumbles, hopping from the bed.

You roll your eyes, silently watching as the scaled girl clumsily throws open her wardrobe's drawers, digging through each like a crazed scavenger. Wires begin to fly across the room's floor as Susie tosses multiple controllers and power cords off to the side. With a flourish, the dragoness soon pulls a dense black device from the drawer, blowing off a mass of dust from its surface.

Your eyes go wide, "Wait, is that an ET2?"

The girl shrugs, dragging a number of cords over to the television, "Think so. That what it's called?"

"Yeah, Entertainment Terminal 2. My brother was saving up for it for a while. He worked at my dad's shop for like, two months straight." You let out a huff, "Mom shut the idea down when she found out what kind of games were on it though."

You follow Susie as she struggles to plug each of the device's cords in, fumbling in her efforts to align each of the red, yellow, and white tipped wires into their respective slots. With a last grumble of frustration, she stands back to full, poking the television's power button with a single claw.

"Well," The dragoness chuckles, brushing dust from her hands, "You're mom would hate what I got then."

The television alights, a single blue cube dancing in the middle of the screen, awaiting further input.

"Hold up," The scaled girl turns back to the wardrobe, reaching up above and pulling a single disc from atop the cabinet's surface, "There. Got uh…Magnificent Larceny Motor 3."

You squint at the disc, the game's title notably misspelled and in two separate fonts.

"That one of the games you and your brother were gonna play?" Susie stares back at you, her head cocked to the side.

"U-Uh…" You stammer, "Y-Yeah! Always…wanted to try it."

The dragoness smiles back, her fangs creasing over her lips. You flash a pained grin back, the expression fading the moment she turns away, disc in hand. You didn't have the heart to tell her the game was some bootleg copy. You quietly click your tongue. Not that you were sure you could explain to her what a bootleg even was.

"Catch!" You break from your thought, snapping back in time to avoid a controller careening towards your face, "You know all this console stuff. Get us into the game or whatever you gotta do."

You groan, "Told you about aiming for my head…"

"Yeah yeah yeah, come on nerd, get it started."

The bed sinks back down as the dragoness flops onto the surface, quickly scrambling back up against the wall and at your side. She nudges you with her elbow, amber eyes reflecting back under her mane. You sigh, staring down at the smaller television. With a single button press, the disc begins to spin, a dull whir bringing the game to life.

"I…haven't played this one before so," You clear your throat, "Don't know if it's any good."

"Can you shoot people?"

"Uh…probably?"

"Sick." Susie sidles further against the wall, resting shoulder to shoulder with you.

You sigh dejectedly, staring back at the television. You're soon met with a vibrant title screen, multiple stock explosions flaring from the sides and obscuring much of the menu itself. You unconsciously press the start button, the game hanging for a number of seconds before properly responding. Without any further options of play, the game begins to load, another minute before the black screen is replaced with that of a barren cityscape. You glance down at the controller, experimenting with each button. The X button…or cross button? It seemed to make your character jump regardless. You watch as the blob-like character hops rigidly in place, the game stuttering for a short moment. You continue to trace your fingers over each button. The sticks didn't seem to do anything, but the directional buttons made them move like some kind of tank. Triangle opens a menu, the back shoulder buttons turn the camera, clicking the stick focuses the camera behind you…

"Hey, can you beat up that cop?"

You grimace, staring back up at the dragoness, "That seems…rude."

Susie grumbles loudly, sinking further down against the wall.

You return back to the game, a number of pedestrians awkwardly walking by, their faces a blur of pixels. Alright, so if triangle opened the menu and cross was to jump, maybe square was to interact? You look back down at the controller, placing your thumb atop the square button. Why couldn't companies make controllers with the same symbols and colors? Trying to remember where everything is didn't exactly help right now. You quietly sigh, pressing down on the square button.

You glance back up at the television, a spray of blood painting the screen as screams of terror ring out.

"HELL YEAH, YOU SEE THAT GUY'S HEAD EXPLODE?!"

You jump, nearly dropping the controller. That's not what you wanted! You just wanted to find the interact button! You wanted to say hello…

"Do it again! Come on, those cops are shooting you!" Susie leans forward, the bed creaking loudly.

"U-Uh…!" You panic, mashing buttons across the controller.

The room fills with further cries of citizenry, gunshots ringing out as bullets fly from your character's blocky firearm. Swathes of near texture-less characters are cut down in your rein of terror, further splashes of copy-pasted blood textures thrown against the screen. You just wanted to say hello! WHERE WAS THE HELLO BUTTON?!

"Nice! Hey, can you get the weird yellow dragon with the fedora? Screw that guy." Susie pokes you in the side.

Another bout of violence breaks out, your character seeming to lock on to each victim indiscriminately. You begin to sweat, the controller slipping in your hands. Maybe the circle button? You focus your attention on the controller, mashing the input quickly. Your eyes go wide as a revving sound begins, your character now wielding a chainsaw in both hands.

"SICK!" The dragoness balls her fists, eyes locked onto the screen.

No! Not sick! Well, yes sick. But the bad kind! You swallow sharply, continuing to fumble the controller.

"Look out! Come on, you're getting shot to sh-"

The controller stops vibrating, to your relief. You breathe out a sigh, leaning your head against the wall. No wonder your mother was hesitant about Asriel playing these games. He was bad enough when he lost in Super Smashing Brothers. You drag your gaze back down, your character now lying prone on the asphalt, a number of vaguely police-shaped beings surrounding them, barking continued threats over and over again.

"Damn, you got messed up." You peer over at your side, Susie resting her maw on her palm.

"U-Uh…yeah. Guess I'm not really good at this game." You shrug limply.

"Eh, it's cool. Never actually played this before, couldn't get past the main menu or whatever." The dragoness snorts quietly, "Thanks for trying."

You smile, a chuckle rising from your throat, "Glad you could see me die horribly."

"Least you died cool." Susie bumps into you, her scales bristling against your arm.

"Y-Yeah, well…" You scratch the back of your neck.

"But come on, says you can continue."

What.

"This time, keep switching weapons though. I think I saw a rocket launcher in the menu for a second!"

You swallow sharply.

Maybe one of the shoulder buttons was how you said hello…?

[supershinsousimp]

Cats and Boys pt.2

 Warnings: Light Cursing: Hell, Shit.

Reader: Male

Summary: You find out Shinsou is a streamer! You play video games and other things come out of it.

Word Count: 848

     You sat at your desk, boredom setting in. No one ever really came in during your shift, so you always sat and watched the cats or even played with them. You checked the time to see how much longer you needed until your shift ended. Dang it, another 2 hours. There weren’t many people who worked at the cat cafe so you were stuck with a pretty sizable shift but you always had enough time to complete homework.

    After your shift ended, you hurried home, which was only a block away. Your apartment was fairly small but it was homey and that’s how you like it. You opened the door and strode in, immediately going for the couch. You saved Hitoshi’s number into your phone earlier so you could message him when your shift ended. And you did just that. You set your phone aside and went to get a snack, which was always a pocky pack.

    Along with it, you poured a cup of milk. You sat on the couch and placed the items on the table at the end of the couch. You opened a pocky pack and took one out, eating it while taking sips of milk. Your phone buzzed and it was Hitoshi.

Hitoshi 💜: Sorry, I was streaming.  Me: You stream? Hitoshi 💜: Yeah. I stream on Twitch. Me: Nice same Me: You wanna play Minecraft or something?  Hitoshi 💜: Do you have GTA V? I’m playing right now. Me: Of course I have GTA who doesn’t- Me: I play on Xbox Hitoshi 💜: Same, what’s your gamer tag? Me: um- HailGrumpyCat Hitoshi 💜: uh what the fawk 🙂 Me: stfu what’s yours  Hitoshi 💜: ShinsouPlays Me: b a s i c   b i t c h

     You smile, picking up a pocky and eating it before taking everything into your bedroom and placing it all on your desk which you used for studying and gaming. You set all your gaming things up and signed into your Xbox. You typed ‘ShinsouPlays’ into the player search and added him as a friend, then clicking the drop menu labeled ‘join’ and joined his party.       You have a professional gaming microphone and some headphones so it’s a pretty nice setup for gaming and streaming. “Hey Shinsou!” You say in a joyful tone, and you can hear a small laugh from the other man. “Just say Hitoshi, please.” You make a small noise to indicate you hear him. “I will, Hitoshi. Anyway, are we gonna do a heist or just mess with people?” You ask, hopeful you can mess around with people.

     You had just bought two Megalodon cards which were pretty expensive, but it gave you 16,000,000 GTA dollars, and you could buy some great vehicles and mod them for trolling pretty easily. You had some really good trolling expertise and that was partly why you actually had views on your streams. You’re known for the spontaneous events that happen. Like you’ll mean to do one thing but get caught up in something and be forced to do another.       You honestly were the type of person to pester other people going about their business. “We’re gonna mess with people. I’ve watched a few of your YouTube videos too so I know how much you like trolling.” You had a YouTube channel for it, too, and it was also well off with about 2 million subscribers. It was equally as hectic.       “Well, good. I also just bought like 20,633.10 yen (200 USD) worth of money and I need to get some new trolling vehicles and mod them to hell.” You could just tell he was smirking, and you mirrored his expression.  ———————————————————————————————————      You looked at the time. “It’s been 4 hours!? Holy shit!” You yelled, and you heard him laugh on the other end. “Yeah. I guess it has been. You got somewhere to be?” You shook your head but realized he couldn’t see you. “No, I just didn’t expect it to be this time consuming. Most of the time when I’m playing with other people it seems to drag on, I guess you’re just more fun to play with.”       “I know right, I’m better than all those people.” You roll your eyes but smile. “You wanna play a different game now, Hitoshi?” You hear a rustle and you know he nodded. “’Kay, what about Overwatch?”

     Another 4 hours down the drain, but not in a negative way. This was fun, just being here with him. He made it more interesting. You couldn’t wait for the date he had talked about.       “Hey, it’s almost midnight. Maybe I should get off, Hitoshi.” You hear a small groan from the other man. “It’s fine if you want me to stay, I have to shower and stuff though so I thought it’d be good to get off now.”       “No, no, no. It’s fine, you’re just great to play with. You should get some sleep, [Y/N].” You smile at him. “Okay, Hitoshi. Bye.” You do feel bad for leaving, but you have to. “Bye, [Y/N].”  ——————————————————————————————————— Two in one day? I posted the first part at like 1 in the morning and here I am, making another one. I hope you like it!