#‘aren’t you jealous that he’s ignoring you in favor of will??’

[tearsofsaudade]

regardless of the circumstances, if we get a byler kiss mike NEEDS to be the one to initiate it. i don’t want any homophobes going “will pressured him into it” “will came onto him, he didn’t know how to react!” bc mike is just as head over heels as will is. i need s5 to be main character will but from the perspective of mike bc we will get the most STUNNING will shots if it is filmed in mikes pov and there is no denying that mike is in love with will (except by the idiots ofc) when you watch him pine for a whole season.

[sculptorofcrimson]

Yandere! Valdor

Valdor, the most loyal, the greatest of the Custodes, a Primarch in all but name. Who else can obsess more than him, whose every function besides loyalty was beaten out? A/N: Playing “fucked up obsessive twinks” on easy mode here, aren’t I? I’m sorry, SCP-XXXX who requested this, but you told me Valdor was a twink, and evil twinks are the best kind of men, so therefore this is your fault! Full throttle ahead, let us be damned together! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships: Valdor/Gn!Reader, mentioned Valdor/Emperor Mentions: @kit-williams would you like some food?

Valdor does not love. 

The Custodes simply can not love. Their love perished beneath treachery and fire, ten thousand years ago, and they simply cannot piece the remnants that was a heart back together again. 

The Emperor took away their ability to love any but Himself, and what else could be left but a hollow void, an immortality without substances, a heart that beats while it lacks its other half? 

There was simply nothing left of him to spare when the Emperor had brought down his claws. His love, his joy, his dreams, all gone, wiped away like sand upon the sea. Leaving behind nothing more than a hollow without sustenance, a phantom vestige of a dream crushed long ago, its corpse entombed within perfected flesh and bone and blood. 

He loves no one, not even himself. When the Emperor died ten thousand years ago, he lost his way. He lost his tether to life itself. And for ten thousand years he wandered for the corpse of his master. There was a poem once, a poem so long ago about the loyal dog that stood guard before his master’s bones, who licked the once-petting hand once, and laid down to die. 

Valdor’s loyalty is no weaker than that dog’s.

He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves the Emperor. He loves Him, so brokenly, so obsessively, so utterly insane in his adoration, the First Custodian would have let Him tear him apart if He wished. 

He loved the Emperor. 

And that is why he loves you. He thinks you to be his Emperor. If not Him, then at least a shard.

He doesn’t care who you were, he doesn’t care whether you were once a captain, a Chapter Master, a Thunder Warrior even. He thinks you to be his master, back from the dead, one of His shards caught in life and flesh. 

He thinks you’re Him. Or, if not Him, at least a fragment of His former glory.

Valdor calls you his Emperor, his shard, his beloved, he ignores any name you had once in favor of calling you his master. A name is only a word, after all, and you are nothing but his Emperor reborn, in his mind. A guardsman, an Astarte, a Thunder Warrior, you are all mortal beneath his eyes. He only smiles that cold, humorless smile of his when you attempt to correct him, when he brushes off your words with the same cold, humorless disinterest. 

Valdor thinks you to be his Emperor. And he doesn't care that you were once someone else, you were not always his beloved, you were not the master he imagined, that you are not the master he built from memories and bones. 

You were nothing before his master, he reasons, you will be nothing after his master, and you were his Emperor once upon a time. It is doubtful if he can even know love, if he had not projected his own delusions of his Emperor upon another. Valdor failed Him once and only now the fates have judged him fit enough to protect a shard of Him, one that is so frail compared to himself, so unspeakably mortal, his atonement for the master he failed so long ago. 

He failed the Emperor once, and watched Him die. He will not do so again.

Protection. You will never walk free again, never without his cold presence by your side, that effortless, confident stride as he accompanies his master. You will never know the taste of sunlight, the easy voice of another conversationalist before their words taper off into uncertainty, and then fear, beneath the jealous glare of your bodyguard. How their sentences trail off, how Valdor looms like some ancient, murderous harpy, his shadow constantly overcasting yours.

He knows nothing of love, of human emotion. But he knows protection. And he knows obsession. 

Valdor is not a passionate man. But he is neither a cruel one either. Of course, Valdor will never raise a spear nor blade against his adoration, to strike his master would certainly mean death, but he will slaughter your loved ones without even horror. He will whisper litanies of loyalty on his knees while his Custodes sink in the knives. He will speak ironclad promises and gilded oaths when they label your soldiers traitors and slaughter them upon the snowfields, when they hail for unity, and hear the blade fall. 

He seems to like walks in wintery fields. It reminds him of what he lost long ago, when the Emperor took him atop Ararat, and he enacted His first vengeance upon the Thunder Warriors. He sometimes brings you there, to altitudes higher than even what a Space Marine can withstand, and gathers you beneath his cloak, whispering memories that were never truly yours, asking for your orders, asking for your forgiveness, asking if you can remember what it felt like ten thousand years ago.

(Sometimes, you can nearly believe him when he says you’re a shard. It’s flattering, almost, to be under the eye of the captain-general.)

He can kill. There is nothing left of him if he could not. Nothing but the Emperor’s spear, a sharpened tool meant to kill and to serve, and to be cast away when its function is complete. You have nothing to fear from him, of course, he would rather end himself than raise a blade against his master. But he loves no other. He does not know how to love. And that makes him dangerous. You know it when you gaze into his eyes, you are sure you could imagine him covered in the blood of your loved ones, guardian spear flashing as he hacks through them without even the shadow of hesitation. He will take no fear, no regret, no relief, barely even satisfaction in the grim act, and yet that is somehow more profane than joy in slaughter. Not even a single hint of joy, wild and unfettered in the sheer cruelty, not even a single hint of an ambition for why he would lay such altars of blood before his master’s feet, only simply because He wanted it to be so, and simply because he loved Him. 

In his eyes, you are his Emperor. But he does not always obey you. He does not kneel as he would’ve knelt before his master. Because he knows, Valdor knows that to protect Him, to serve Him properly, sometimes he must smother Him for His own good. It’s the twisted rationale of a dog who has lost his master, whose death had rocked him so thoroughly he was willing to kill to save Him again. 

Valdor kneels, of course. He’ll kneel before you and speak his words of loyalty, he’ll give you his names one by one if you only ask. Valdor has never considered himself eloquent with words, but he’ll listen to you, he’ll even let you command him as the Emperor would have done. Rank be damned, he cares not if his Emperor had been reborn as a guardsman or an Astartes or even a Thunder Warrior. 

But he does not hide his obsession. To obsess is the only way he knows to love, after all. He’ll smother his beloved with his protection, with his adoration. He’ll hack his way to be their only protector, their only bulwark before the madness, the only man they can trust to defend them. Gaze upon his Emperor once, he’ll tear them apart. Love the Emperor more than him, and he’ll bury their bones beneath the snowfields. 

And be loved by the Emperor more than him….and he’ll betray them as he had betrayed the Thunder Warriors. He’ll sink in golden knives and golden spears in turned backs without even the hint of remorse, Valdor will remind his beloved that it is he who is the servant, it is he who serves to be praised for his duty. Valdor can take you from your family as the Emperor took him from his, he’ll so effortlessly ensure the utter protection of his new Emperor, all for himself. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

It is he who should be the favored servant.

No one can love you more than I, my Emperor.

He’ll croon those litanies of loyalty to you. He’ll whisper those promises of protection, of ambition, he’ll promise you an eternity while standing atop the frozen ashes of your loved ones. He’ll promise you a throne if you don’t cry, if you’ll love him as his master did. He’ll bring you a crown of gold, he’ll strangle the living storm for you, if only you promise to let him protect you, if you promise if you’ll be his Emperor. 

You died once. I will not let you do so again, my Emperor.

And his obsession would never be checked, and much less ended by the true power behind the Imperium.

You are his Emperor. In that mind He broke so thoroughly long ago, you are the Emperor, reborn. Heavy is the head that bears the laurel, bloodied is the hand that holds this mad dog’s leash.

It is Valdor who should be the favored servant. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

He will protect you. 

He will protect you, obsess over you, guard you with the hollow that is a heart. He’ll bring you a throne, a crown, an army, an eternity, if only you promise, if only you’ll be his Emperor. 

The Emperor died ten thousand years ago. And in turn, he casted you in His corpse.

[xazse]

the afab gojo x male reader is so good ! but i lowkey want gojo to get his lick back and make male reader jealous like i get it’s unrequited but i lowkey feel like mreader is attached to him a bit.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS OUT TO YOU BOTH ON TIME SO I APOLOGIZE IF THIS IS RUSHED. SO HAPPY YOU LOVED MY AFAB<333 I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE AFAB GOJO!!

Idk about you but I feel like the best revenge is to slowly drive the other person insane.

Male!reader is a scumbag and might not align with you, like forreal scumbag!

Warnings: Fem!Satoru x Male Reader, Pussy-eating, sexting, jealous!reader, mean!reader, patheticmale!reader

Oh m!reader is most definitely in love with Satoru, that night When you were fucking Suguru he realized how much you would ramble on how much you hated Satoru’s guts and the only thing he’s good for is his body and pussy. But he seen the slight light in your eyes when you were describing him, by the end of the night Suguru just wanted to go home , he hadn’t even realized you were involved with Satoru so he felt like shit by the end as well, so ready to go home and tell Satoru to avoid you like the plague.

Satoru does eventually start to slowly distance himself from you, no longer is he blowing up your phone wondering where you are, he’s barely responding to your messages, and he most definitely stopped begging you to see him and look at him. He finds himself not entertaining your attempts to make him jealous or angry. He does work on himself, meaning he’s buying a new wardrobe and posting cute selfies, basically in your words auctioning himself off to other people.

You do notice the things he’s doing, ignoring you in favor of other people who aren’t even worth his time or yours. Two can play that game, Satoru is clearly going through something and needs a little convincing to get him back in the right mind, so you’ll give him the space he so clearly fucking needs, and it’s most definitely not gonna drive you crazy.

A week later your at a party, attempting to look for someone even as half as pretty as Satoru, he’s also present, so beautiful and a beaming smile gracing his face, he looks a little brighter, and it’s definitely not because of you. He’s with his usual group of friends, looking so dull compared to him. There’s a hand behind his back, seemingly going up and down in a soothing motion, you follow the hand and you scoff loudly from across the room.

A dude who looks plain and most definitely not Satoru’s type.

You see Satoru peek at the man and give him a kiss on the cheek whilst he whispers something in his ear, a giggle leaves his pretty pink lips before he’s departing somewhere. You’re quick to follow him outside to talk.

“What’s with you lately? Why are you avoiding me? And who’s that dude in there?” You pester Satoru with endless questions, not letting him even get a breath in.

“He’s someone I’m talking to right now, and why are you so worried?” Satoru glares, his eyebrows furrowed and yet you still find him to be so pretty when he’s frustrated.

“Not worried , just wondering why you aren’t picking up my calls.”

“Been busy, enjoy the party.” Satoru is quick to push through you and back to party, forgetting what he came in the kitchen for. He peers over his shoulder to see you standing there staring daggers at him with an expression he doesn’t recognize, oh you’re fucking pissed. It makes his body shiver and his cunt clench around nothing, he wants to see just how much he can push you.

One night while Satoru is alone in his room he does the unthinkable, he props his phone up and spreads himself wide in front of his camera, his pretty pussy on display, he grabs his favorite dildo and begins working it inside of himself, slow and steady is how he starts, he makes sure the video gets everything, every sound, every movement is captured. The dildo reaches so deep while it stretches his hole and makes him so wet, he’s heaving as he continues to abuse himself to completion. When that’s all done with he sends it to you, but he makes it look like it wasn’t for you, an accident is what he wants you to think.

A few hours later Satoru’s doorbell rings and to his amazement it’s you, looking a fucking mess, dressed like as soon as he sent the message you were out the door and on your way to his place. There’s a fiery but pathetic look in your eyes.

“Toru’ please” your voice sounds raw as you beg?

And a few minutes Satoru has you on your knees eating him out, you flatten your tongue and lick a stripe up his pussy, you’ve been wanting him for as long as he’s been torturing you, starving just to even touch him a little bit. You’re ravenous with your tongue work, licking up all his essence as it seeps out of him.

Satoru is rough with his hands, shoving your face even deeper so you can lick all the parts of him, he snaps at you to suck on his clit, and you listen like the obedient thing you’ve become, he’s moaning and mewling so cutely, you’ve missed his sweet honeyed voice, though he isn’t yelling your name you’ll take what you can get.

Your balls feel heavy when you unbuckle and pull your pants down to rest around your thighs. Fat cock already fully hard you begin stroking yourself slow and steady, precum already dripping you use that as lubricant. The burn in your body ignites, the combined sucking on Satoru’s clit and jerking your cock off feels so damn good, everything feels right, but also twisted.

[unfinishedslurs]

fwb to lovers (steddie)

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve says. “I can do casual sex. I’m great at casual sex. Friends with benefits will be a breeze.”

“You’re full of shit,” Robin says flatly. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You can’t do friends with benefits, Steve,” Eddie cringes from his hiding spot behind a shelf, like a criminal who’s been doing friends with benefits with Steve. “You fall in love with every age-appropriate friend you have. Add chemistry and compatibility to that mix, and you’re toast. Might as well slather you in butter and jam, that’s how toasted you are.”

“I don’t fall in love with all my friends,” Steve protests weakly.

Robin holds up a finger. “Nancy,” she starts.

“That doesn’t count! We weren’t friends until after we dated.”

She ignores him, putting up another finger. “Jonathan.”

Eddie frowns at that, mentally going back and pulling up every memory he has of Jonathan and Steve interacting. The jokes that Steve threw his head back to laugh at, the flush on his cheeks. It makes sense, and Eddie doesn’t like it. 

Then he realizes how ridiculous that is. He’s the one sleeping with Steve, a feat he’s fairly sure Jonathan hasn’t accomplished. Jonathan doesn’t know the sounds Steve makes when he comes, or how amazing Steve looks on his knees. Eddie smugly puts his jealousy to the side in favor of listening in. 

Steve has turned a bright red. “You can’t—”

“Me.”

He gives up trying to stop her, putting his head on the counter in shame.

“Plus Eddie,” she finishes, raising a fourth finger and waving it at him. Eddie nearly falls over with surprise. Sure, the whole conversation had been gearing up to it, but he wasn’t expecting an actual confirmation. Steve doesn’t even argue. “Four for four, Steve. Not including Tommy, Carol, the Tommy and Carol incident, or the time you made out with Argyle, which actually makes seven. Do I need to keep going?”

Woah, woah, woah, what? Here he is being jealous of Jonathan when fucking Argyle is the one he needs to watch out for. Eddie briefly wonders if he can get away with putting hair remover in his shampoo or some shit. Weed out the competition. 

No, that’s too far. 

He also wants to hear more about this Tommy and Carol incident. 

Robin is still waiting for a reply, eyebrow raised. 

“No,” Steve mutters into the counter.

“That’s what I thought.” She hops up on the counter, lightly tugging his hair to get him to look at her. “I just listed all your friends who aren’t toddlers, so which of them is it? Fair warning, if it’s Jonathan I’ll just kill you to put you out of your misery.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with Jonathan?” Steve asks, afronted. Maybe Eddie should be jealous.

“Nothing! Except the part where he’s your ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend. Even if they are in the middle of the world’s most awkward slow-burn breakup, that’s not the Dingus I know.”

“Are they really?” Steve asks, apparently oblivious to something even Eddie could see from outer space. “Doesn’t matter, it’s not Jonathan. It’s…it’s Eddie.”

“Eddie,” she echoes, entirely unsurprised. “Steve, you know I hate to be the voice of reason, but that is a remarkably bad idea. Like, Jesus, that’s rough.”

Ouch. He thought Robin liked him. 

Steve smirks. “So is he.”

“Ew.” Robin throws a VHS case at him. 

“Ow! Hey!”

“Dingus! Why is your brain so nasty all the time?”

“Oh, like yours is so pure. I can see your rent history, Buckley. How many times have you watched Fast Times this week?”

They’re off, bickering like the world's worst comedy duo, and Eddie has to stifle his laughter into his hand. Jesus, but they could go on television with this shit. Buckley is a master at coming up with insults. 

Finally, they wind down, and Robin leans against Steve. “You know this is gonna break your heart, right?” She asks quietly, sadly. Eddie busies himself with studying the back of whatever movie is in front of him, pretending he’s not straining to catch every second of this conversation. 

“I know,” Steve answers. Eddie’s heart skips a beat. “Worth it, though.”

“Is it?”

His laugh is hollow. “I guess we’ll see.”

The thing is, Eddie doesn’t want to break Steve’s heart. He wants to hold it in his hands, feel along the steadily-beating shape of it, learn all the things that make it tick. Wrap it in bubble wrap, store it away in his own chest so that no one else can get to it. Keep it safe. 

There’s just one problem with that. 

Eddie’s never been on a date in his life. 

Everyone knows Steve is a romantic. He’s the kind of guy who’ll buy flowers for a date, chocolates for Valentine’s Day, take you to the movie theater and make out in the back. All the classics. Eddie’s version of romance so far has been sacrificing himself to the wet spot so Steve wouldn’t have to deal with it. 

If he’s going to date Steve, he wants to do it properly. Which, okay, they can’t really risk necking in a theater, and they’d have to be careful at a diner, and Lover’s Lake is out for obvious reasons, and—

Jesus, dating as a queer is fucking hard. He hasn’t even been on one yet, and he’s exhausted thinking about all the hoops they’ll have to jump through. Maybe they could just get takeout and a movie, like they always do.  

No. No. He just said he was going to be romantic, dammit!

What is romance, anyway? Really it’s just a false sense of meaning attributed to certain gestures instead of others. In a different universe, ding-dong ditching burning dog shit on someone’s porch is probably a declaration of intent. 

Hmm. 

No! 

Okay, romance. He can do romance. After all, he wrote the greatest love story of all time. Between Sir Severus the knight and the great bard Edith the Magnificent. 

He’s never claimed to be subtle. 

He stares down at his notebook, page empty and mocking. He’s going to need some help. 

With a huff and a dirty look at the notebook, he heaves himself out of bed. Stalks through the hallway so he can punch a number in the phone with more than a little vehemence. 

“Wheeler? Yeah, it’s Eddie. Can you put your sister on?”

“Romance,” Nancy repeats, brow furrowed. “You’ve been sleeping with Steve, and now you want to romance him.”

“Yep.”

“And you came to me and not Robin because…”

“She can’t keep a secret from Steve. C’mon, Wheeler, you know this.”

She purses her lips in a way that he knows means she agrees with him. “You know,” she says, “As someone who did date Steve, I think he would just be happy to be with you. You could be doing anything, and it would be amazing to him because you were there.”

Eddie stares at her. “That’s such a cop out.” 

Her face instantly goes from sweet to annoyed beyond comprehension. It’s his favorite expression of hers. He makes sure to bring it out often. 

Eddie puts a single rose on Steve’s nightstand. Yellow, like his favorite color. There, he thinks proudly, declaration of intent. 

Nancy is less than impressed when he tells her. 

“What’s the problem?” He asks, affronted. “It’s a fucking rose! In his favorite color! There’s no way to misinterpret that!”

“Did you even read the pages I copied for you?”

“I started to, but then I remembered that yellow roses exist. He looks really good in yellow, and it’s his favorite color, so he’d probably appreciate a yellow rose. See? Romantic.”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before pulling the book off her nightstand and flipping through the pages. He doesn’t get what the big deal is, he thinks his idea was pretty fucking swell, actually. He tells her so. 

The answering look she gives him could level a city. 

“It’s a nice idea,” she tells him. “The sentiment is right. It would be perfect if his favorite color was anything else.”

“What’s wrong with yellow?”

She purses her mouth and shows him the book, open to roses and their color meanings. 

“Son of a bitch!”

Friendship roses. Fucking friendship roses. Most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

[thus-spoke-lo]

Sexy Scumbags Series // Crocodile x reader, Doflamingo x reader Masterlist // Prompt List

CW: afab!reader [no pronouns used]; toxic relationship dynamics, incl. reader cheating for attention [reader is a scumbag too!]; degradation [reader receiving] vaginal fingering; ment. of oral sex [m receiving] and unprotected vaginal sex; dubcon/noncon elements, incl. implied abduction/imprisonment [i.e. reader is going home with someone whether they like it or not] WC: 940

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, you know,” Doflamingo purrs, his long tongue leaving a warm, wet streak along your jaw.

“I know what I’m doing,” you reply, moaning softly as his hand settles on your thigh and squeezes it, harder and harder until you yelp.

Crocodile had been ignoring you for days, inattentive to your needs—or at least, not as attentive as you had come to expect and demand. He was consumed with preparing for this gathering, a meeting of the rich and the dangerous and the utterly insufferable (Doflamingo chief among them), and your copious wants and needs went largely unfulfilled. And as it went whenever Crocodile failed to make you feel as special as you thought you ought to feel as the darling of a warlord, you sought out satisfaction elsewhere—usually with a low-level lackey or some poor, confused Marine who thought it must have been his lucky day. But tonight, you hit the jackpot, catching the eye of the man that made Crocodile’s blood boil, a preening pleasure-seeker who wasted no time in pulling you into the nearest empty room once you had piqued his interest.

The door to the darkened lounge creaks open, a strip of light illuminating your transgressions, and you grin at Crocodile’s imposing shape looming in the doorway. “Are you trying to make me jealous, doll?”

You bite your lip and offer him a coy grin as you recline back against Doflamingo’s chest and let out a particularly wanton manufactured moan. “Depends—is it working?”

He doesn’t answer, only shakes his head and avoids your gaze in favor of glaring at Doflamingo, his eyes narrowing as he crosses the room and stands mere inches from the two of you. Crocodile already knows what he’ll find when he lifts the hem of your skirt with the sharp tip of his hook—Doflamingo’s motions aren’t exactly subtle and the lewd squelching sounds are hard to ignore—but he still growls and bites down on his cigar at the sight of Doflamingo’s long fingers lazily pumping in and out of your wet pussy.

Crocodile’s rising anger makes your heart pound and your hands tremble, your whole body grow warmer at the thought of what he’ll do to you later. You already can taste the pre-cum on his cock, hard and throbbing as he shoves it down your throat, tells you the only thing you should be using that smart mouth for is pleasing him. You can already feel the cool wood of his desk against your bare skin as he bends you over and ruts into you from behind, demanding that you tell him who owns you, who it is that you belong to. You can already feel the possessiveness and the love and the desire coursing through him as he pumps you full of his spend, and he growls mine into your ear, before he collapses on top of you and kisses away your tears of pleasure.

But Crocodile’s anger begins to fade, an eerie calmness settling over him, one you’ve never quite seen before. He smiles at you, not the way he always does before he kisses you and tells you that you’re trouble, that you’re a pain in the ass, and that he doesn’t know what he’d do without you—no, this is different, this is frightening. “Is this really what you want?”

“I guess it is since you won’t pay attention to me anymore,” you pout, squealing as Doflamingo shoves his hand up your blouse and pinches your nipple.

Crocodile closes his eyes for a moment, then smiles and lets out a low, long laugh. He places his hook under your chin and tilts your head up to look at him, then places a gentle, chaste kiss on your lips. “Have fun with your new friend, doll. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

Doflamingo’s cackle echoes in the room as you watch Crocodile leave and close the door behind him. The panic begins to set in—he’s never left without you before. Sure, he gets loud and he gets mean for a moment, but he always punishes the man who dares to have a hand on his property, and leaves with you tucked under his arm or thrown over his shoulder, muttering all the ways he’s going to fuck some sense into when you get home. And he’s turned away, walked a few paces as though he’d abandon you but not this, never this.

You wrench yourself from Doflamingo’s grasp and start to race for the door, calling for him, begging and pleading through teary eyes to come back, that you’re so sorry, that you’ll do anything he asks if he’ll just take you home. As your hand reaches for the doorknob, there is a sudden feeling of ropes being tightened around your body, yanking you backwards; you land in Doflamingo’s lap with a huff, your back hitting his chest hard enough to almost knock the wind out of you.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you, my pretty little bird,” he coos as he moves his fingers and tightens the strings around your midsection, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Like hell you will,” you grunt, straining against his string, feeling them start to cut into your flesh like razor blades the more you move. “He’ll come for me—he always does.”

“Not this time, he won’t.” He grabs your face in his large hand and turns it towards him, squeezing your cheeks until it feels like he’s hitting bone. “He doesn’t tend to like his toys back once I’ve broken them.”

[yuzurins]

# feelings are fatal

in which: for as all as you can remember, being with rin has caused you to be the recipient of needless hate. you put up with it for the sake of him, until one day you’re tired of it all.

warnings: angst, petty arguing, hurt NO comfort!, cussing, barely proofread, not based off the mxmtoon song, implied childhood friends, insecure!reader, and i tried to make rin as canon as possible….

likes, interactions, reblogs are all appreciated! <3

there hasn’t been an ounce of doubt in rin’s eyes on whether he has been a good friend to you. for one, he’d beg to differ that he’s the best out there, despite not having any other friends in class for comparison.

rin’s sure he’s been treating you the best he can.

“come on, y/n.” rin exhales, desperation in his voice making it sound almost like a plea. “stop avoiding me.”

so frankly, he doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong to make you act this way towards him.

“rin, let go.” your voice is but a whisper, yet it’s enough to cause rin’s whole world to start falling apart.

you feel his hold tighten around your wrist.

“no,” he starts, his intense glare burning holes into the back of your head. “not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

reality finally hits when you process his words, and the second of vulnerability allows the looming feeling of guilt to finally consume you. it’s not like you haven’t prepared for this beforehand, even going as far to practice your speech, but now you’re hesitating, scared to reveal your true feelings. scared to hurt him.

”well, i mean, i’m just feeling a little sick, yeah—“

he knows you too well for this. “don’t lie to me.”

you sigh. it was worth a try anyway.

so you cut to the chase, and give it to him directly. “our relationship is what’s wrong, rin.” not the ideal way for you to have worded that, but it came out faster than you could think.

“y/n, what are you even talking about?” rin furrows his brows in confusion, cursing himself for being so ignorant. “we’re not even dating, or did you think we were?”

you sigh as you shake your head. “i know we aren’t, and i know you don’t care about other people, but were you even the slightest bit aware that every single person around us thinks so?”

for the first time in days, you do the simple favor of properly looking at rin in the face. he’s been longing to see you properly after you started avoiding him, and perhaps that’s what triggered a sudden rush of ambition in him.

“so what’s wrong with that?” he pries.

despite his prolonging deadpan expression, you don’t miss the way he takes a step closer, the way his neck scarcely flushes red, the way anticipation is so obviously evident in his eyes, and it takes all of you to not break down in the moment.

“it’s… not a good thing, you know?” you mumble. “you wouldn’t understand.”

“what the fuck?” his eyebrows raise in shock. “are you fucking kidding me?”

rin feels ridiculed. you don’t think it’s a good thing to be known as his girlfriend? really? did he seriously spend all this time with you just for you to feel embarrassed, to feel ashamed to be with him?

“are you saying there’s something wrong with me?” he snaps.

“what? no, i never said that!” you snap back, abruptly turning your head over to narrow your eyes at him.

the look he has is indescribable and so foreign, one that you’ve never seen before. he’s urging you to talk, giving you a chance to explain yourself and convince him that whatever he’s thinking, it’s wrong.

“people talk. and they say horrible things. rin, you’re a football star, and as much as i hate to admit it, you are extremely good-looking.” you bite your lower lip and look away. “everyone at school hates me just because i’m friends with you.”

“isn’t that just because they’re jealous-“ he cringes, blurting out the first thing to come to mind.

“i know damn well they’re jealous rin!” you scowl, though you immediately regret it as you see him stiffen.

"i know they're all just saying it out of their own insecurities, and i know that their goal is to rile me up and break us apart." you're rambling now, trying to get all your words out before a sob manages to. "i know i shouldn't let their words get to me, but it’s so draining. i'm exhausted, tired of it all."

his eyes widen in surprise, and he pauses for a few seconds. you think it’s foolish, how you can see the gears turning in his head, processing this "newly" discovered information. "fuck, i'm so sorry, i didn't know-"

"i know you didn't know." you cut him off, firmly. "it was obvious enough, but it was easy to make sure you didn't."

he doesn’t want to overstep, but he thinks he has the right to know. “but why?”

the irony of this whole situation makes you laugh. as if rin wasn't the one who was supposed to understand you the most. "because i was embarrassed? would you want your best friend to know you cried because of some petty remark?"

from the corner of your vision, you can see the taller male open and close his mouth several times. nothing you said was wrong, and he knew that. after all, rin himself would feel the exact same way.

so once again, silence befalls the two of you. though unlike before, you gather the courage to look at him, wondering if this was the end.

“does it really matter to you that much?” he asks, and your heart aches seeing his eyes glisten, tears threatening to fall with every word. “what other people have to say about us?”

“rin. yes, it really does-“

“don’t i matter to you?” rin interrupts, and his voice cracks. he’s avoiding your eyes, body shaking from the flurry of emotions he’s trying to hold back. it’s embarrassing, really, to think that you had this much of an effect on him.

his question renders you speechless, and you fail to find the right words to convey your feelings properly.

instead, rin’s met with the touch of the evening breeze; light, brisk, and cold.

when it hits the first time, he looks back up in hopes to see your face, but you’re turned away, finding the ground more bearable to look at.

second time, he loosens up, the tension leaving his shoulders. his expression’s contorted, a mixture of hurt, confusion, anger, but still hopeful. he’s waiting, maybe you just needed time to think.

a minute passes.

the wind blows a third time, and this time, his hand lets go of your wrist. he knows now that you’re choosing to be silent, which in itself is more than enough of an answer for him.

“okay,” he lets out a laugh in defeat, no energy to persist.

he absolutely hates the look of pity in your eyes.

“rin, please, i just—i just need a break.” you plead, your wavering voice growing heavier each passing second.

time stills. you feel like you’re drowning in the silence, the tension of the air so thick it’s suffocating.

you knew better than anyone that it was wrong. wrong to blame your problems on rin, wrong for you to leave him, wrong for you to hurt him because it wasn’t his fault, and instead your own selfish feelings. yet could you really blame yourself for feeling this way? no, because words hurt, and it’s impossible to control what comes out of another person’s mouth. on the surface, it might seem as though they’re meek, merely drifting past you. but as time passes, as they persist, they slowly gnaw at the little wall you’ve built yourself, and you suddenly find yourself overwhelmed, devoured by hatred.

so as natural as it was by human nature, you prioritized yourself first. you thought you loved rin, but not enough to let yourself suffer for him. because as they say, you can’t love another if you don’t love yourself first.

in the thousands of possible scenarios you’ve gone through, the one condition for the most beneficial outcome was the same for all: you and rin couldn’t be together. you swore, it was the best path for the both of you, going beyond just feelings and into consideration of your careers aswell.

but rin doesn’t care about that. he doesn’t care about any of these tedious, meaningless tasks—heck, even his future—when all he wants, all he’s ever wanted, was you.

“you’re just like my brother.” he scoffs, speaking up after what feels like forever, his fists clenched so hard to the point he’s trembling. “of fucking course you all end up leaving me at the end of the day. i should’ve expected this, god i’m such an idiot!”

your eyes widen in shock at being compared to the older itoshi. “rin, i-”

“don’t bother.” he hushes, turning his head away to save himself from humiliation. “it’s too late.”

he’s right, the damage has already been done. several nights were not spent sleepless contemplating only to rescind now.

all rin can hear is the loud pounding of his heart, as it threatens to jump out of his chest. he doesn’t even remember grabbing onto the nearest railing in attempt to stable his footing. a flurry of emotions plague him, wrapping around his throat and clouding his vision.

he can barely make out your figure growing smaller and smaller as you walk away, and he wants nothing more than to go back in time to give those who’ve wronged you a piece of his mind.

he loves you. so much. too much.

the realization of the truth to his feelings comes too late, clawing at him in despair. you’re gone already, and it seems like rin will never have you in his grasp ever again. you’ve infected him, entrancing him with your sweet little spell. he gets the impression that from now on, instead of escaping, he’ll only be descending further down, engulfed in the intoxicating memories and feeling of you.

it may be for that reason that, in rin’s eyes, he’s always been good to you, because you deserved it. but now he knows that there’s other eyes out there that don’t share the same view as him.

feelings are forever changing, an occurrence beyond his control. rin and you were different 10 years ago, different yesterday, will be different starting now, and endlessly on. there’s no guarantee in life, for one decision can change the course of it forever.

in a world full of uncertainties, there isn’t any doubt in rin’s eyes that you’ll always be his one.

tagged: @kouyun ෆ

[messysketchyobeyme]

Acid Rain

Lucifer/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: As you stand under the awning, you realize just how weak humans could be.

Word Count: 833

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Standing under the safety of the awning at RAD, you stared forlornly outside the entrance. It was raining, quite heavily in fact, and you had forgotten your umbrella. In any other case, this would hardly have been an issue. You would have easily darted through the rain and ran straight to the House of Lamentation sopping wet but home. 

The only real risk would have come from Lucifer, who would probably lecture endlessly about how you shouldn’t have forgotten your umbrella when he specifically told you to bring one this morning. 

You took a quick step back when a gust of wind blew the rain underneath the now-broken sanctity of the awning. A bright flash of light broke through the sky as you anxiously played with the tassel on the badge of your uniform. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be heading home any time soon due to the forecast of acid rain all through the afternoon and evening.

Out of all the atrocities in Devildom from its deadly creatures to its man-eating cuisine, acid rain was absolutely the worst. 

Not only did it innocently look like normal rain at first glance (save for the slight, vinegar-like smell), it was corrosive enough to melt your vulnerable human skin. You frowned bitterly. You didn’t make it a habit to be jealous of the many physical advancements of demonkind but their non-melty skin sure was a trait that you wished you had. 

What made it worst was that none of your friends were at school at the moment. Although Mammon, Satan, and Belphegor all (separately) invited you to walk home with each of them, you rejected them all in favor of staying back to work on a group project with a couple of unnamed background demons. When the time came to wrap things up, all of your group members were able to go out freely in the acid rain, leaving you sorely behind underneath the cruddy awning.

“Hm? You’re still here?”

Your stomach did a summersault as a simultaneous sensation of relief and dread flooded through you.

“Lucifer." You nodded your head in acknowledgment. “I could ask the same thing myself.”

He stepped beside you, and you spared a quick glance in his direction. He was carrying a closed umbrella held against his shoulder. It was surprisingly casual for such a seemingly uptight demon. “Student council duties,” Lucifer explained, “How about you?”

“Group project.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up in an amused fashion. “For Seductive Speechcraft?” 

“Yep." You stared at the ground and kicked a lone rock, pointedly avoiding the growing acidic puddle near your feet.

Lucifer let out a small hum and nodded. You waited for the annoying lecture about how you wouldn’t have this problem if you had started the project earlier, completely ignoring how you had to spend a whole week convincing your group members not to eat you in time to work on the project. Against your expectations, such a lecture never came. (Good. You would have torn him a new one if he had even tried.) 

Instead, Lucifer posed another question, one that he already knew the answer to. “Did you forget your umbrella again?”

“Yep.”

“That’s a shame. I would have enjoyed the opportunity to share my umbrella with you–” Lucifer tapped the tip of his umbrella against the ground for emphasis. “–if it weren’t for the acid rain. It is not safe for a human such as yourself to go out, even with an umbrella.”

You stuffed your hands into your pockets. “I know,” you said, taking a sudden interest in the crack in the cement. 

“Well, aren’t you coming inside?”

You lifted your head up in confusion. Lucifer was no longer standing next to you. He was at the entrance, holding one of the grandiose doors open with his hand.

“Huh?”

“Don’t stand there slack-jawed. You heard me,” Lucifer scolded, but, oddly enough, he was chuckling, “Come inside. It’s dangerous to stay out here.”

You hesitated. On one hand, the idea of listening to Lucifer’s orders made you ill, but on the other hand, he was completely right. The slight hiss of the rain rang through your ears, reminding you just how embarrassingly vulnerable humans can be.

You turned back toward Lucifer. “Okay,” you said and walked inside. He side-stepped to let you through, closing the door behind himself. 

The hallways in RAD were eerily quiet. You had gotten used to the hustle and bustle of those demons rushing to get to their next class in time during school hours. Still, the walls provided much needed safety against the rain that thumped against the windows. You clasped your hands together.

"Hey, Lucifer?" you said when he closed the door behind you.

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

Something in Lucifer's eyes lit up. The slight, happy flush in his cheeks was, admittedly, quite cute for someone who usually tried to portray himself as a sadistic demon. You glanced away, so his bright face wouldn't blind you.

Lucifer smiled. "You're very welcome."

[romanarose]

About a Girl: Chapter 2

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Summary: Blue surprises Joel by rebuffing everyone advances in favor of him.

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

AN: Another chapter that got too long so I had to seperate it lol. NEXT CHAPTER starts with the pride event lol

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

The band wasn’t bad, he’d admit. Talia’s brother played base fine and the singer was okay, it just wasn’t Joel’s kind of music. Joel liked country. Garth Brooks, Reba, Dolly. Anyone with the last name Carter or Cash of course. He didn’t understand grunge. He didn’t understand why it sounded like… that.

Still, he was having a good time. It wasn’t because of you. No way. He definitely didn’t stare at the way you jumped around or head banged. He liked the way, when Tommy tried to flirt, you shot him down. He liked the way you liked to stand by him. 

Tess and Talia were not paying attention to the show, making out enough to make Joel blush. Not because it was two women; he’d seen Tess brazenly make out in public with men and women, including Tommy of all fucking people. He tried to pay attention to you. 

You were funny, making him laugh, and a contagious joy he couldn’t help but be attracted to. Joel wasn’t an idiot, he knew you were flirting with him. He knew he wanted you too. It made him swell with pride that you turned down Tommy, who’d make out with you the way you deserved like Talia and Tess were not, in favor of subtle arm touches with Joel… but he didn’t think it was a good idea. Joel hadn’t dated in years, and his last first date was junior year of high school with Kayla. Sarah was so young, he was nervous about bringing another woman around her. She was already so confused about her mom, why she was never around, why she’d come and go. She even asked if Tess was her new mom once because she was Joel’s only friend and around him and Tommy all the time. It probably wasn’t good for her. And he was just… so damn busy. He didn’t spend enough time with Sarah as it was. 

Max stumbled in, blue jeans and brown jacket, pushing through people to get to their group. Max was insufferable, but Tess joked Joel was just jealous of Max’s ability to grow a beard. It was, admittedly, impressive. Dark, full, and fucking all over. Joel could do a mean mustache, but his beard… left something to be desired.

“Ugh, this guy.” Joel murmurs to himself, but you hear. You turn around and smile at him. He noticed at the house you were quite tall, about his and Tommy’s height but figured you were in heels. When going out, Tess usually wore big boots that put her at eye level with him. Now, he sees you’re in flats, just tall. A lot of men aren’t about that, but Joel ain’t no coward. Except he was, because he wasn’t going to make a move. He’d probably never see you after tonight, right? Tess wasn’t known to stick with anyone longer than a few weeks. It was a miracle Tommy had met you thrice already. 

“I won’t tell Tess.” You promise, and Tess detaches her lips from Talia, frowning.

“Won’t tell me what?”

You pretend to zip your lips and lock them up.

Max joined you all. “Ah damn! I missed the free lesbian porn!” 

Joel noticed Talia shoot you a look. Tess smacked Max's head. “That’s strike one, pervert. Behave or I’m gonna stop inviting you places.”

“Ahh c’mon don’t do that! You’re my only chance to get away from the old ball and chain.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “No one made you marry her, Max. ”

Max laughed, not catching on that Joel didn’t like him. Max thought he was god's gift to women and that all men wanted to be him. “Yeeeeeaahh but the bitch baby trapped me.” He clapped Joel on the shoulder, and Joel shrugged him off. “You know how that goes, huh Joel?”

His skin crawled in disgust. Technically, he was right, but that wasn’t the point. “My daughter isn’t a trap, Max, and neither are your kids.”

“Haha, right.” Max waved him off, and Joel turned back to the show, shaking his head. He saw you smiling at him. “And who is this young thing?” Max shamelessly eyed you up and down. You’d shed your jacket at the coat check in preparation for the pit.

Joel was about to step between, to situate his body between you and him but he stopped himself. Maybe you wanted to be looked at like this. It’s the fucking 90’s after all, the world had changed a lot since he was young, changed in ways he couldn’t understand. He didn’t want to seem like he was possessive of you by any means. You didn’t owe him anything. But what if Max was making you uncomfortable? His dad raised him right, teaching him and Tommy to be protective of women… what if you didn’t need protecting-

“My eyes are up here, buddy.” You spoke with irritation, crossing your arms and cocking your hips. “Ain’t much to look at anyway.”

Tess tells him strike 2. 

“Hey now!” Max laughs mockingly, hands raised in defense. “I’ll behave, I’ll behave! I was just mess’n with yuh.”

You give him the ‘I’m watching you’ motion an turn back to the show. Max mutters something under his breathe that makes Joel turn around to glare at him, but Tommy’s already arrived with shots. Joel declines, knowing he’ll have to DD, so you take his. Watching you drink 2 straight shots of tequila made Joel just want you more.

Suddenly, you’re squealing. “This is my song!” Okay, Joel could recognize this one, it played on the radio. The beginning had heavy guitar and he watches you jump around, hair bouncing as you banged your head. The verse quickly dropped, and you turned around to face him, taking his hands in yours as you sang along, looking directly in his eyes. “Load up on guns, bring your friends, It's fun to lose and to pretend, She's over bored and self-assured, Oh, no, I know a dirty word”

When the ‘hey nows’ started, you motioned for him to sing along, and he did. He knew that much. Anything you make you smile like that. Chores started picking up again, and you went back to jump and spinning, a bright smile beaming on your face. You repeated the hand holding for the second verse, but when the second verse started, Joel’s cell phone began to ring. Conditioned to think a cellphone call meant something was wrong, (Tommy’s in jail, Sarah is sick at daycare, dad died), Joel pulled it out and saw the number. He sighed, hating to leave you as you danced around the pit, but he had to answer.

Stepping outside into the empty smoking area, Joel flipped it open. “Hello?” The door closed behind him, shutting out the blaring music.

“Joel? Are you at a bar?” 

Here we go. “Kinda. I’m at a show with Tommy and Tess. Some local band. Everything alright?”

“Why aren’t you home? I called and some young girl picked up. Are you dating someone?”

Why would it matter to her? Why would he have a women he’s sleeping with at his house while he’s at a bar? Why didn’t she just ask Jessica? All questions he should ask, but Joel learned its best just to keep things simple with Kayla. 

“That’s the sitter, Kayla. Remember Jessica from next door? She watches Sarah sometimes.”

Joel heard her huff. “So you can go get drunk with ‘the boys’? And Jesus Joel, Jessie? How old is she, 11?”

“She’s 16, Jess. You left 5 years ago, times arrow marches on.” He knew the sarcasm was a mistake, but it slipped sometimes.

“Nice Joel. real nice. I guess alcohol is more important than my daughter.”

“I havn’t gone to a bar of any kind in probably a year or more. Tommy dragged me out-”

“Spending my child support-”

What child support? “He’s paying. Kayla, is there a reason you called or did you just wanna complain about me?”

“I wanted to talk to my daughter!”

“It’s 9 pm, she’s asleep.”

“Well clearly you don’t care about her, just like you didn’t care about me! I’m coming to get her, you stay out with ‘the boys’”

Here she goes. Kayla was known for her erratic behavior, low impulse control, grandiose ideas. The cheating was constant. In fact, Joel won custody of Sarah on the basis of abandonment when Kayla left to meet up with a guy while Joel was at work only to come home to police at his house when the neighbors called about a screaming baby. Sarah was fine, she had just been fed and was only alone for an hour, but the whole incident wracked him with guilt he’d never quite let go of. Kayla had to have supervised visits for a while as custody proceedings dragged on. Joel trusted her now with Sarah, but it’d been a long road. 

“Kayla, Sarah is perfectly safe. I can send you the picture of her fast asleep Jessica texted me-”

“Oh, you’re texting teenagers now?”

“I’m texting the babysitter.” Joel tried to stay calm, but he hated when Kayla accused him of sleeping with people. She’d really only been right about Tess, but by the time she accused him of sleeping with Tess, they hadn’t hooked up in 2 years. This wasn’t the first time she accused him of sleeping with someone too fucking young, but it was the first time she’d accused him of being inappropriate with a minor. Joel hated the idea that she said any of this to other people, but usually she’d work herself out of a spiral by the next day.

“I want to see Sarah and you can’t keep her away from me!”

Actually, Joel could. Kayla had lost all legal rights to Sarah after everything that happened. Still, Joel didn’t want to keep her away. Sarah deserved a mom, and Kayla was a good mom now that she’s sober and on medication. If Joel had to navigate a few arguments so Sarah had a mom around, he would. 

He spoke calmly. “It’s Friday, she’s asleep. If you’d like to come get her Saturday and Sunday, you can.”

There was a long pause over the phone, and Joel prayed he wouldn’t have to leave you forever to stop Kayla from waking Sarah.

“Okay, yeah that sounds good.”

“Yeah. Just… text me tomorrow when you’re on your way.” Joel sighsin relief, scrubbing his face with his free hand. He heard the door open, turned around to see you.

“Whatever.” Kayla hung up the phone.

You looked at him sympathetically. “Everything okay? I turned around and you were gone, Tommy said you ran outside.”

“Yeah.” He huffed out. “Yeah it’s fine, uh, just Sarah’s mom wanted to talk to her, didn’t really understand why 9 pm was a bad time.” He chuckled wryly, hiding his heart rate slowly calming down.

You nodded. “You get i figured out?”

“Yeah, he’s she says she’ll pick her up tomorrow for the weekend. I dunno if she actually will when she’s done spiraling but… We’ll see.”

Noticeably, you were listening to him intently. You weren’t just waiting for him to stop taling or listening to respond, you were… just listening. “Is she alright?” You said with genuine empathy.

It was Joel’s turn to nod as he leaned back against the cool brick wall, willing his body to relax, telling himself it was okay, to calm down…. But it wouldn’t. “She um… she’s got some mental problems. It ain’t her fault, really. There’s just things that happen in her head she can’t make sense of. She’s a lot better now, real good with Sarah when she’s around she’s just… not around much.”

Waiting to make sure he said his peace, you speak. “You sound very patient Joel. I’m not sure I’d stay this calm.”

Joel burst out a sharp laugh at that. “I wouldn’t say I’m calm, my heart's about to explode right now.” Right away Joel felt like he said to much, admittedly a weakness he wasn’t supposed to have. He was supposed to have it all together for Sarah, for Tommy.

Your brows furrow together as you step forward, hand raised. “May I?”

Whatever it is, Joel agrees to. You place your hand on his chest, and surely you could feel his heart rate. “Do you have anxiety?”

Your hand felt so warm on him. “What’s that?”

You eyes remain on his white shirt with green flannel unbuttoned. “It’s like, chronic, excessive worry. Often irrational. I’m worried you’re having an anxiety attack right now.”

That sounded… scary. “No! No I’m fine.”

You look at him, eyes that he swear sparkled  under the streetlights of the dark alley. “Can you breath okay? I want you to breath with me, Joel.” Your voice was soft, but not patronizing. He didn’t feel like you were talking down to him, just guiding him. Joel does as you instruct, breathing deep, holding, letting go. After a few moments, you frown. “I'm sorry, that usually helps, but your heart is still pounding.”

Under this light, your blue hair shining and your cute, worried face… “I don’t uh…” Joel swallowed thickly. “I don’t think anxiety is the reason anymore.” 

Confusion flittered across your face between the realization did. “Oh.” You chuckle with a smile. “Do you… want me to stop touching you?”

It was barely above a whisper, his voice broken and desperate. “Please don’t stop.”

“Okay.” You smile, pressing him further into the wall, face growing closer to him. “I won’t.” You drew yourself closer still, lips brushing against his but not sealing it yet. Joel desperately wanted to lunge forward and kiss you, but he felt frozen under your touch. “Do you want me to stop now?” You ask, words but breath across his cheek, asking for permission.

“No.”

Your taste was unlike anything he’d ever had in his mouth, opening up so naturally for you to take care of him, for you to devour him piece by piece and let every single frustration and anxiety calm down. Your tongue in his mouth was all that mattered.

Joel reached up o hold you bare arms, but it was there he noticed the goosebumps. He pulled away, and to his dissapoitment, you did too.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You begin to apoligize. “I thought you were- I misread it-”

His eyes went wide with worry. “No! No I didn’t want you to stop i just-” Joel scrambles to take off his flannel. “You were cold.”

He watched you smile grow as you shyly placed your arms though the sleeve. “That’s gotta be the one thing we have in common, huh. Grunge and country love flannel.”

“Yeah.” Joel chuckled. “They do.” He took initiative, tugging on your sleeves to bring you back to him and wrapping your body up in his arms. You felt like you fit perfectly there. You resumed making out with him, growing sloppier as the desire took over, tongues dancing together as you began to feel up his body. Joel was not the fittest man, he knew he had more around the middle than Tommy, but he was strong. He liked knowing you could feel his muscles. He liked knowing he could protect you. He hoped it made you feel safe. He hoped it turned you on.

Then your hand went for his belt buckle and Joel froze. “Do you want me to stop?” You ask again, and he contemplates the answer. Your fingers don’t move an inch until they reach up to grab his chin, forcing him to look in your eyes. 

“Joel. Do you want me to blow you until you forget about all the things you carry on those giant shoulders?”

He swallowed thickly, hands flexing and clenching at his sides. “You… you don’t have to, Blue…”

You smirk at that. “That’s not what I asked, honey. Say no and I’ll happily walk back in there holding your massive hands and make Max lose his mind. Say yes and I’ll make you lose your mind. Either one is great for me.” The way you looked at him, gentle and open, Joel felt like he could truly say no and it wouldn’t change a thing. You wouldn’t guilt him or accuse him of cheating or not being attracted post-baby… But Joel didn’t want to say no. He knew it was a risk, out here in the alleyway… but you were on the other side of the door, it wouldn’t open on your side which would give time…

“I want to- I mean… Yes.” Joel spoke clearly, decidedly. I wanted you to know he meant it. 

You smile brightly, looking like a fucking angel in his flannel as you drop to your knees on the concrete. Eagerly, you undo his belt and the jingle of the metal entices him even more, cock hardening in his blue jeans. 

“Fuck… you sure you wanna do this, you don’t gotta.” He was praying you didn’t stop.”

“Joel Miller,” You chuckled, fingers getting between his skin and boxers, ready to pouce as you looked up at him. “I have been wanting you down my throat since the moment I laid eyes on you, and watching you be a good dad, good brother, good friend did not make this easier on me. Do you have any idea what a catch you were?”

Joel did not think he was a catch. He was a single dad barely getting by and he wasn’t much to look at. He wasn’t sure why he caught your- oh your mouth is on his balls. Jerking him off, you slobber all over his sensitive sacks, unable to fit both in your mouth at once. Quickly, you bring him close to the edge already, having felt nothing but his own fist in 2 years and even then, that was rare. Joel found himself falling asleep in the shower sometimes, who has time for masturbating? You were so eager to please, so enthusiastic, like you just wanted him and only him when there were a hundred men whose dick you could be gagging on that weren’t… him.

And you were gagging. Joel had a lot of insecurities but he knew he was packing. 

Joel wanted to hold your head, to fuck your throat and just let loose on you, to bend you over the dumpster and rail the absolute fuck out of you… but he wasn’t that guy. He couldn’t be bold and adventurous like you were.

You pull off him with a gasp, only breathing long enough to beg for him to come in our mouth. Joel was a polite man, he knew ladies were supposed to cum first… but since you asked…

 He couldn’t keep his moans down as he came down your throat, your beautiful eyes too intense as they stared up at him for Joel to keep him eyes on. He came ropes, it felt like it wouldn’t end he was so pent up but you swallowed every drop. Fucking perfect. 

When he finished, Joel was too in shock up against the wall to even move. You suck on his soft cock like you were still making out with him, delivering a soft kiss at the base of her curls and Joel was thankful he was a thorough showerer. 

Bending over, Joel helped you up and even dusted off the knees of your pants to not arouse suspicion. He catches you smiling at him. 

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that?”

Joel and you walk back into the venue, hand in hand, Joel beaming with pride that you’re wearing him flannel. He even tells you to keep it at the end of the night.

When he gets home, Tommy pays the sitter a generous amount as Joel thanks her, asking if she was good. She was, because of course she was. Sarah was the perfect daughter and deserved a more stable life. A life with two parents Joel had held out for so long, taking Kayla back after every bender, after every affair, after every manipulation and aggression. Until Sarah had been put in danger, it was worth it. Now Joel feels guilt that she was put in that position because Joel didn’t see the signs.

As Joel stares at his sleeping daughter, all tucked away in her purple blankets, hair springing out from her head. Joel had tried to get her to sleep with her hair in a bonnet but she kept ripping it off and hated sleeping with her hair in a pony tail. Joel had to pick his battles. Still, she looked so cute like this. She was such a sweet kid, so happy and loving to everyone around her. Joel worried about the future, about paying for her to do school activities and field trips and vacations, about giving her the life she deserved. Bill paid him well, but fuck, everything was so expensive… prices just kept rising and rising it was unbelievable. He would get another job, but then Sarah wouldn’t have a dad around at all, and deserved at least one parent she could depend on. Joel would do anything for her.

There was just no time in the day to date. So why did he ask for your number tonight?

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tom 2008 being dominant pleeeasseee🙏🏼🙏🏼

like the female reader and tom go to a party (they not together yet he was like planning to ask her) and she was kinda flirting with some guy and he like took her upstairs and yeahh 🥰🥰

THE PARTY - TOM K

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Notes: Thank you for the request sweet pea!! I really appreciate it :). Also I’ve been very sick lately so I’m sorry if I’m not uploading too frequently, I promise I’m not ignoring any requests I js get busy from time to time

Content warning!!: Dom!Tom x fem!reader, Tom being jealous, toxic?, slutshaming, smut, protected p in v , old friends to enemies to lovers, dick riding, denied orgasm

As I walk into the party I feel the eyes on me for a brief moment but then the eyes fade as the music is turned up. I make my way to the kitchen to get some shots in me. I chug down three shots and then I go to the living room to dance. This wasn’t a super fan cry party, I honestly didn’t want to go until my friend told me about all the hot guys who would be attending.

I take another sip of my half empty drink and start to dance in rhythm with the music. “Hey there gorgeous” a man says approaching me, he had dark wavy hair with beautiful brown eyes. “Hi” I shout over the music looking at him with a flirty smile. “So what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here?” He asks putting his arm around my waist. “I’m here for my friend, it’s her party” I say looking into his gorgeous brown eyes, I feel someone else’s eyes on me before I move my eyes away to see Tom Kaulitz staring me down.

Tom and I had not always hated each other, we used to have a thing before I shut him out. Sure I feel bad, but he would never understand how I felt that year. “Sorry, are you alright?” The man asks taking me out of my thoughts. “Oh yea sorry uhm, what’s your name?” I ask trying to ignore Tom’s eyes on me. “Andrew, and you?” he says as Tom inches closer to us. “Y/n” I say smiling, but the smile quickly leaves as I see Tom now a foot away from us. “Beautiful name, Y/n would you like to go-“ “Y/n we need to talk” Tom says cutting off Andrew, pulling me upstairs.

“Tom what the fuck are you doing?!” I yell trying to get his rough grip off of me. “Keeping you from making a mistake” he says calmly before putting us in a room and locking it. “Tom you’re acting weird” I say looking at him a bit nervously. Tom chuckles and turns to look at me. “You really are that oblivious aren’t you?” He says staring at my lips. “Oblivious to what?” I say before Tom sighs and pulls me in for a kiss.

Tom then pulls away, still holding my face. “That we both are attracted to each other” he says looking me up and down whilst licking his lip piercing. I feel a knot in my stomach form and a blush appears on my cheeks. Tom chuckles “I knew you liked me too” he mutters before pulling me in again, now moving me to the bed. He sits me in the bed and stops kissing me to look at me. “Now can you do me a favor?” He asks. “Mhm” I hum in response. “Can you be a good slut tonight for me?” He asks looking at me, putting his hands on my waist.

I nod my head desperately and Tom smirks looking at me as he pulls me down to the bed, now on top of me. “I’m gonna make sure I’m the only man you think about” he says before kissing my neck, leaving very obvious markings along it. My breath hitches as I feel him breathing on my skin, so close to me I can smell the alcohol coming off of him. Tom’s hands travel my body, gripping the hem of my shirt, teasing me by rubbing my stomach. I moan.

Tom takes off my shirt and starts to kiss up and down my chest. “Fuck, you’re so sexy” he says in a droopy voice before taking off my bra and putting one tit in his mouth. I moan a little louder this time, making Tom cover my mouth. “Be quiet, I want to be the only one to hear your pretty little screams” he says smirking. Tom then moves down to my pants, rubbing his fingers on my waistband. He slides the pants down to my knees, rubbing the wet spot in my panties.

My hips buck at the feel and I moan in Tom’s hand. “That’s it babe, let go” he says softly, slipping one hand in my underwear, sliding it down with my pants. “Fuck” he says as he looks at my aching pussy. “What a pretty pussy…for a slut” he says teasingly. I look at Tom with lust trying to get any touch from him that I can. Tom laughs pushing a finger into me. “God you’re such a whore, you’ve got my attention”

He mutters before pumping in and out of me at a quick rate, making me scream in his hand. “Yea just like that” he whispers. His finger start to curl in me, the knot in my stomach becoming harder. Tom feels me pulsate against his fingers and he groans, pulling them out of me. Tom rips open a condom and pulls his boxers down. He groans feeling his erection being let loose. He slides the condom over his dick and pulls me on top of him, lining me up with him. He slowly pushes into me. We moan in unison.

Tom puts his hands on my hips, making me ride him at a fast rate. I moan scratching at his chest while his grip on my hips continues to move me. “Oh fuck yea” he says pounding into me. I start to buck my hips into his feeling the knot in my stomach loosen with every stride. He whimpers out curses before burying his head into my neck, playing with the hair stuck on my chest from sweat. “Holy shit I’m gonna cum” he says right before his release into the condom. I moan still riding him, twitching onto him. “Sh- shit- I’m close” I say. Tom abruptly pulls me off of him and just kisses me.

“Wha- what?” I look at him tears pooling in my eyes as I feel my high running away. “Sorry sweetheart I gotta run” he smirks before giving me a kiss on the forehead. He gets up and puts his pants on and then walks out. That. Prick.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed and I hope i interpreted that request well, again thank you to the person who requested it!!

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[luffyvace]

hello lol I'm back

I'm the same anon who requested saiki w younger sister

may I request saiki younger sister meeting his gf ?

(idk if you do stuff the is like continue form another post if u Dont u may delete this request)

HIII again anon!! <3

yes you may!~ from the last hcs I’m assuming reader is the younger sister, btw!

Yes I in fact do! I don’t mind at all! 🩷

The two least annoying people meeting! How cute 🌺

here’s one from the same anon focusing on just Saiki and sister (reader) <3

Saiki definitely wouldn’t be the one to suggest you two meet

not because he doesn’t want you to, but just because he doesn’t feel the urge to introduce the two of you

so either his gf asked once she found out about you or you asked after you found out about her

or maybe you’ve known about each other for a while but never got a chance to properly meet each other!

actually I think it’s mostly likely that it went down as: Saiki’s gf came over to his house (after a lot of begging because he didn’t want her to meet his parents 😆). you two saw each other while your were in the kitchen, living room- etc. either you or she said “who’s that?” and Saiki said “my sister/gf” as he pulled gf away to his room :)

so you probably only have seen each other before

don’t get me wrong he loves the both of you dearly, but he’s just not the type of guy to bring up his loved ones in a conversation unless asked, and even then it has to be with good reason 😅

-now for the actual meeting!! 🤗

Saiki would literally sit you two down in his room and go “(you), this is (gf), (gf), this is (you)”

you’d have to carry the convo from there unless you want it to be that short….

That’d be beneficial if your super introverted like Saiki, but was just kinda curious as to who she was 🤷‍♀️

I don’t feel his gf would be a super extrovert… but I’ll put a little scenario for both personalities anyway :)

if she’s extroverted/regularly friendly,

she’d probably reintroduce herself with her full name, and ask some questions about you! She’ll find you cute and start to think of you as a sister in law almost..! It’s kinda too soon since her and Saiki aren’t married yet but since they’re definitely trying to keep this relationship a secret from you and your brother’s parents..you’ll be the first wedding invite!! <3

She starts to basically “adopt” you LOL!

takes you out to fun spas and has girl time with you!! It’s so cute! 🤗💗💗

if she has siblings she low key favors you over them…..😁

As for a more introverted/calm gf,

she’d probably just (maybe awkwardly) say hi and wave a bit

once again..! hope your extroverted or the conversation will die off there…you end up just returning to your room and wondering questions about her, instead of asking them out loud. 😅

eventually I do think you two’ll warm up. maybe you won’t go out as often since she’s introverted, even if your not. Buuut..! the both of you still have plenty of fun together!! 💗

she gifts you stuff whenever she comes over and will indulge in your likes/hobbies with you! <33

now let’s completely flip the switch—just for fun 🤩

if your jealous/dislike her (one sided),

eek..tbh I don’t think Kusuo would be willing to break up with her just because you dislike her. You’d have to give a really good and truthful reason for him to do that.

soooo you’d pretty much just scowl at her whenever she comes over.. :(

if your upset because you think she’s stealing Kusuo away from you- honey just ask to hang out with your big brother 🤦‍♀️

you’d likely get along if you’d just communicate that

if it’s for some other reason Kusuo will just ignore you (unless it’s valid, as stated), and his gf gives you a confused look before moving on…🗿

on the other hand……❗️

if she’s jealous/dislikes you (one sided),

she’s now the one giving you the cold shoulder, always sticking her nose up at you and telling Kusuo your being annoying 😒

ick..

anyway Kusuo would ask her what she doesn’t like about you and unless it’s valid he’ll just keep you separated

honestly I can’t see him sticking with someone stuck up anyway so karma 😂

But if she’s not snobby and acts normally, yk? Like pretending you like them until they leave to be polite type normal- 😃 then he really just tries to keep you apart

Say you actually did something to make her dislike you, he’ll use his powers to give a (harmless) revenge and teach you a lesson- (LOL)

either that or he snitches if it’s a situation that’s easier for his mom to handle (especially since I feel y’all mom would love his gf)

if you dislike each other,

now that’s a whole different story. He loves you both and really doesn’t know what to do about it. Would first try to talk it out with y’all cuz he’s not gonna betray one for the other, he gives unbiased opinions and if no one’s right he’ll help you comprise some sort of peace treaty.

Now, whoever breaks it is the one in the wrong. Ik big brains right? 😼

On another note,

if your chaotic like his friends he’ll try to keep you two from meeting for as long a possible. Which…considering his luck you meet fairly quickly regardless 😆🤜💥

his gf won’t notice how chaotic you are (like how most ppl w/ out powers are oblivious) and will love you anyway! ☺️ I mean..unless your a weirdo chaotic like nendo 😂

Imagine you start liking each other more than him he’s gonna be pretty darn tiggered-

he uses his powers to get your likeability meters for each other to go down juuust a bit! 😁

something to get you to dislike in the other but not enough to wanna stop being friends 🗿😃

helping him keep gf away from Kuusuke is a must after you learn of her‼️ (y’all parents too) he knows it’ll inevitably happen at LEAST once but if he could minimize it to JUST once that’ll be enough for him 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

you race her all over the city while trying to come up with an excuse as to why, while Kusuo plays a game with Kuusuke to distract him 😒

as painful as it is, it’s better than your eldest brother meeting his gf- he just knows it won’t go well 🙄

or not- 😀 if your chaotic along with said Kuusuke….then it’ll be a war- refer to my previous hcs to know what I’m talking about ☺️💗

In this case you would be keeping tabs on Kusuo to update Kuusuke as to where they are, so he can pop up and be like “heyyy brother heard you were in town- oh! Who’s this? 😏”

ORRR going with Kusuo and his gf so if he wants to teleport he can’t! Bc then if the gf goes “huh?….Did we just teleport?!” and Saiki says “hm? no…?” You can be like “huh!? Yeah we did!! I swear we were just in that store over there! (🤪)” and that way she’ll have confirmation as to what just happened 😊 then!!

Kuusuke will use the confusion to sneak up on Kusuo and introduce himself 😜

Btw this is in the case he’d want to keep his powers away from his gf as long as possible, since he already views it as a nuisance himself and doesn’t want her to ask to use them- 😂🤷‍♀️

I had way more to write abt this topic than I thought I would!! I must say, I rather enjoyed this myself! Hope you did too my love~

-Brook 🏴‍☠️

[mademoiselle-xingyoi]

Attention Needed!

Secret Kiss with Knight

Merlin x Reader

Summary : Merlin is too busy making a potion for King Arthur and you aren’t having any of it.

Word Count : 894 words

Type of fanfiction : Fluff

tw : mention of Lancelot…  needy Merlin (not intimately) 

You laid on your bed and watched from afar as Merlin brewed together a potion for Arthur. He’d been tasked with watching over you as you had, once again, fell going up the stairs because of the sheer lack of balance the woman you switched bodies with had. 

Though your leg felt completely fine now! It’d been a while, and it didn’t hurt much to begin with. You could walk just fine without experiencing pain. But with Merlin ever being persistent, he told you to rest. After some time… it got quite boring not being able to do anything while Merlin did whatever magic things he was doing.

“Merlinnnn…” You called, hoping to get his attention.

The only response was a quiet and questioning hum. Not even a look or glance. Or a single movement directed towards you! That frustrated you as he’d paid no mind to you at all this entire time. Wasn’t he supposed to be your lover?!

Getting up from the comfort of the soft sheets, you walked to Merlin. Peering over his shoulder, you saw him mixing things together. You also noticed how he shied away from how close you were standing to him. But he was wearing his veil, covering his face like usual.

“Why do you still wear that around me? You don’t need to.” You reached up a tucked some hair behind his ear, resulting in him shying away. Again.

“I-I prefer wearing it.” He claimed, his hands now, shakily, working. 

“But I’ve seen you without it so many times! We’re also lovers, right Merlin? Doesn’t it get in your way a lot?”

He didn’t say anything back as he was apparently trying to ignore you in favor of his work instead.

You pouted, becoming upset as it felt like he just simply didn’t want you around right now.

You huffed as you turned towards the door to leave. “Fine. I’m sure Lancelot will keep me company.” Despite saying that, the queen’s secret rendezvous man was the last person you wanted to keep you company.

“No.” Suddenly, Merlin spoke up, clearly not happy about what you said. Or he was jealous.

Looking over your shoulder, you could see he finally put his work down and was facing you. “A-Ah! H-He, I-I…” He stammered, looking away and back at his things. Since he turned away, he didn’t see you start approaching him again. “H-He wouldn’t be good company for you…”

Without warning, you gently pulled his veil off his face, with him protesting after. You couldn’t care that much as you tossed it onto your bed. Cupping his pretty face after, you looked into his eyes. Merlin’s face was almost like a tomato as he started tearing up, like usual.

“You’re so cute Merlin. You know that?” He brought the back of his hand up to cover his mouth as he looked away. You brushed away the tears building up in his eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, laying your head on his shoulder. With how your bodies were so close together, his face only get redder.

You started planting small kisses to his upper neck and under his jawline, making him squirm. Trailing up further, you kissed all over his face. Leaving just one part that was covered by him. Gently pulling his hand away, you look him in the eyes again. You wait and watch him, making sure he was fine with this and that you weren’t making him uncomfortable. 

When you saw no signs of said feelings, you pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. Savoring the moment and the satisfaction of finally getting what you wanted. You entangled your hand into his hair—a color akin to that of beautiful snow—and brought him closer once again.

Unexpectedly, he wrapped his arms around you. His hands coming around to cross into an ‘x’ over your back. If there had somehow been even a sliver of a space between you two, there definitely wasn’t one now. Your bodies now pressed fully against each other as you kept deeply kissing one another.

You pulled away a moment later, planting a kiss to his cheek and stepping back. With a playful smirk, you spoke. “Well, my ankle is getting tired and I’m sure you still have your magical things to work on.” You started making your way back to your bed when you felt him grab your wrist and turn you around swiftly. 

Merlin tightly wrapped his left arm around your waist and used his right hand to pull you in, his fingers catching in your hair. One of your hands rested on his upper arm, and the other on his shoulder. A few seconds later, he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, albeit being flustered.

“Merlin?” You muttered, feeling your heart start picking up in pace. “King Arthur can wait. He doesn’t like the potions anyways.” He muttered back quickly, for once looking into your eyes without wavering. Smirking playfully again, you whispered to him. “You were supposed to have been watching over me anyways. I’m getting what I’m due.”

Through the night, you two lavished in the soft affection and closeness you offered the other. Ultimately, you slept in the arms of the man you loved, who cherished you just as much.

And Merlin learned that it’s nicer to postpone work for you.

[noxemma]

Chapter 3 for my Hot Summer Art challenge fic

Mind the tags, this chapter is a short but heavy (I promise it gets better AKA fluffier)

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 3: The Night is Cold

Dean

“Huh, I wouldn’t have pegged him as a friend of yours,” Isa chuckles when he finally refocuses on her. The words are innocent enough, but there’s something derogatory in her tone that instantly raises his hackles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you’re all charm and mysterious and he’s … kind of awkward and dorky. I mean what is that ridiculous shirt? It looks like a flower shop threw up on him. At least he knows how to be a half-decent wingman,” she states bluntly, "Now, where were we?"

She smirks at him and makes a show of wrapping her lips around her straw and taking a large sip of her drink. Dean’s sure that most men would find it sexy, especially the way she gazes up at him through her lashes, but it’s honestly the fastest he’s ever been turned off by a woman.

“Right. Listen, you’re gorgeous, but-”

“Look, I have nothing against your friend, he’s just not my type and I’m not really gunning for a threesome tonight. You however are exactly my type, and I usually get what I want,” Isa changes in a flash, instantly getting defensive.

“Well, he's my type, and, even if we aren’t dating yet, I’m not going to sleep with someone else,” Dean blurts, not really sure how the conversation has devolved so quickly.

“Yet? Please. You may be into him, but he certainly seemed to have no problem with us flirting. So, he’s unaware or uninterested but either way, you don’t owe each other anything. Hell, he practically gave you his blessing. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, just a good time, so I don’t see what your issue is. Let’s get out of here and have some fun. Who knows maybe it will make him jealous and I’ll be doing you a favor.”

Dean’s stomach drops because she’s right; technically he’s single and free to do whatever he wants. But what he wants is Cas, and even the suggestion of sleeping with someone else has his stomach clenching painfully and guiltily.

“Okay, well, if you don’t have any other information about Bradley.” Dean stands, needing to find Cas, but Isa is faster than he expects, jumping up and walking next to him as he makes his way toward the door.

“Look, Bradley was here. He’s a bit of a flirt and some chick, who honestly should have been grateful for the attention, got all butt hurt. She cried to Riley, and she kicked him out,” Isa spouts, grabbing Dean’s arm and stopping him just inside the doorway.

“Dean, come on. You’re telling me I do nothing for you?” she pouts. Dean is too busy looking for Cas to see the angry glint that fills her eyes when he ignores her.  

He lets out a relieved breath when he finally spots Cas, standing at the bar with Sam and Eileen. Their eyes meet and the angel gives blinds him with the sweetest smile. And it no longer matters that they aren't dating, it doesn’t matter if Cas never wants to be more than friends: the promise of simply being near him, of laughing and shopping and trying each other's drinks, of taking whatever love Cas will give him, far outweighs any offer of casual sex.

Suddenly, Isa is in front of him, her sharp nails digging into his scalp as she yanks him down into a brutal kiss, slotting her leg between his own. He’s so shocked that he can’t do anything for a moment, frozen between wanting to flee or fling her off in a way that would definitely get him kicked out, if not arrested.

Like what you read? You can find the rest of the chapter here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 3/? (hopefully 9 😂)

Chapter Word Count: ~2,750

Tags: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction, Poor Coping Mechanisms

[trash-king18]

m pt. 11

jealous overprotective migs once again

cw: none really just fighting

a lot of spanish in this one i don’t have the energy to check if i’m right with a translator so bear with me please. i will fix it if there’s problems

i feel like this one’s a bit longer

————

because you had to run home to get changed before work you were a little bit late again today.

“late twice in one week, what’s going on with you” hobie poked as you walked past, knowing full well

“what? nothing just keep forgetting to set my alarm”

“right yeah whatever you say”

you finally reach your lab.

Miguel had woken up and insisted on making you eat a full breakfast before he dropped you off at home to get ready.

“so mi cariño won’t be so grumpy today”

before he left your apartment he had grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

honestly everything was starting to freak you out. your feelings, his feelings, the fact that you didn’t understand either, and you still felt like you couldn’t trust what this was turning into even if you asked.

you knew you were probably setting yourself up for another episode if you ignored it but you were so close to this breakthrough and you really wanted to figure it out today.

unfortunately your car was still at headquarters but luckily for you, in this universe cars could be driven by AI so you called Lyla and asked if she could do you a favor.

you didn’t actually see miguel at work, something about an anomaly event on earth 199999 that he had taken a team to check out.

you were relieved, to be honest, you could just relax and work.

which ended up working out perfectly because you think you finally found the perfect formula you were looking for but it had to sit in an incubator over night so by 5 instead of going home and panicking you decided to make a surprise visit back home to see your sister.

she swings the door open and immediately looks panicked “what’s wrong?”

“nothing i just wanted to stop it and say hi”

“the boys aren’t here, they’re at your parents tonight”

“oh”

“but i’m happy to see you of course.. you just never stop by unannounced unless something wrong”

“can’t i just spend a night with my sister”

“with our lives?.. no. is this about that guy. i say whatever it is it’s probably your fault”

“first of all i never admitted to there being a guy. and second of all ouch”

“ay hermana don’t take it the wrong way, you just tend to look for the worst outcome you’ve been like that since.. since college.”

“i just don’t think he’s actually able to be in a relationship again.. like ever”

“hah! so there is a guy!”

“crystal please”

“sorry sorry, i just really love being right.

why do you say that”

“he’s lost a lot.. his whole family. i don’t know how he could ever actually feel anything real for someone again. i feel like im just waiting to find out this is all a weird sort of replacement for him or when push comes to shove he’ll just..”

“hey hey sounds like you’re spiraling a little bit.. having you been taking your meds”

“yeah i have, i just have a lot on my plate right now”

“well has he said or done anything to indicate that any of that’s true”

“..no honestly he’s been really caring but i feel like it’s just too good to be true. he’s so.. moody and angry at the world, i didn’t expect him to be gentle or anything with anyone”

“well.. if he’s spider-man he’ll still take care of anything he cares about no matter what he’s lost”

“how did you-“

“girl please you’re like the only non spider person there”

“he’s not like our spider man though- he’s not like any of them”

“have you guys…”

“gross”

“hey were adults we can talk about this stuff”

“… yes”

“when”

“two nights ago”

“damn girl, but not since then?”

“no, why?”

“because you reek of men’s cologne”

you burst out laughing, it feels good. you can’t talk about it with anyone else and you’re glad you came home.

“i spent the night at his place yesterday.. but we didn’t do anything”

“did you sleep in the same bed?”

“yeah?”

“oof non fucking sleepovers already, he may as well propose.”

“crystal! not helping”

“mm sorry, you know what you need?”

“to go out”

“what? no i have work tomorrow.”

“oh come on you don’t have to drink just get out of your head, dance a little, when’s the last time you got to be around your people?”

it was a fair question. the only person you could even speak spanish with was miguel

“i bet no one’s even out it’s a tuesday.”

“ay mija you’ve been away from home too long, there’s always people out it’s brooklyn. we just need to know where to look”

there was a latin bar down the street, you’d been there with her a few times before when you came home on weekends. it wasn’t nearly as crowded now.

still you recognize a few regulars, some of them you went to college with but none of them close enough that they did more than smile in your direction.

—back in Nueva York—

“you said she went home Lyla, but she’s not answering. where is she”

“you shut your watch off before i could clarify, i didn’t mean her apartment. her watch shows her jumping back to her earth about an hour ago”

“damn it. ok”

“Miguel. if there’s something going on and you’re this concerned for her safety you should tell her, it’s only right… and if not and theres something else going on technically i am the head of internal affairs and you specifically told me relationships between employees were to be strongly discouraged.

“well im not an employee and my affairs are no one’s business but my own”

“of course sir it’s just-“

“goodnight lyla”

—back to the bar—

you’re dancing for a while, playing a round of pool with two of Crystals detective buddies who live in the same neighborhood. she asks you to run to the bar to get another round for them, and you get a water for yourself.

there’s only one bartender there because it’s so slow but he’s with another customer so you’re waiting.

when he finally makes his way over to you you’re about to order when you hear him ask

“y/n is that you”

“ay dios mío marcus! i didn’t realize you work here”

marcus wasn’t your ex, but he basically was. you had gotten really close studying together in college. there were even a couple nights that weren’t spent studying but eventually he started to complain that you were always working too much and you ended up getting in a fight and not talking.

without you to keep him on track he ended up dropping out a month later.

“si si después de dejar los estudios, fui mecánico trabajando con mi tío por un tiempo, pero luego un amigo me ofreció un trabajo aquí”

after i dropped out, i was a mechanic working with my uncle for a while, but then a buddy offered me a job here

“Eso es genial estoy contento de verte aterrizar en tus pies”

thats great im glad to see you landed on your feet

“yeah no todos los días se sale del mejor programa biomédico del país”

not every day you drop out of the best biomed program in the country

“apuesto a que tus padres estaban felices por eso”

i bet your parents were happy about that

“mi papá no, pero creo que mamá estaba feliz de tenerme en casa”

my dad wasn't but i think mom was just happy to have me home

“cómo está su mamá”

how is your mom

“ella es buena, ¿has hablado con tus padres?”

she’s good, have you.. talked to your parents

“ay no, si no fuera de los cumpleaños de los chicos”

oh no, yeah not outside of the boys birthdays”

“ah ya veo, que has estado haciendo?”

ah i see, so what have you been up to?

“eh trabajando, tengo un trabajo en un centro de investigación”

uh working, i have a job at a research facility

“Así es, tu hermana mencionó que tenías un trabajo elegante fuera del país. Switzerland bien”

that's right, your sister mentioned you had a fancy job out of country. Switzerland right?

“Si”

“Entonces estás en casa para el cumpleaños de Diego el fin de semana pasado?”

so youre home for diegos birthday last weekend

you lie

“tuve unas vacaciones extra, pensé en quedarme un par de días más”

i had some extra vacation, thought I'd stick around a couple extra days

“Estoy seguro de que los chicos están contentos de tenerte un poco más”

im sure they boys are glad to have you a bit longer

“ay estoy contenta de estar en casa”

im glad to be home

for the first time that wasn’t a lie.

“Bueno, si todavía estás por aquí este fin de semana, me encantaría pasar el rato, ponte al día.”

well, if your still around this weekend id love to hang out, catch up

it wasn’t a date.. in any way as far as you could tell

but it still felt wrong to say yes.

“Uh, tendré que consultar con el trabajo y con mi hermana, pero... ya veré"

"Uh I'll have to check with work and my sister but... ill see"

“vale genial, aquí está mi nuevo número, solo házmelo saber”

ok great, here’s my new number, let me know.

“Oh, casi lo olvido, tres cervezas más y un agua”

Oh almost forgot, three more beers and a water

“claro, y lulu? es muy bueno verte”

sure, and lulu? it’s really good to see you

god you hadn’t heard that nickname in a while. it wasn’t a pet name or anything, most people called you that back in school.

he hands you the drinks and you turn to head back to the pool table but you come face to face.. with Miguel.

at first you hope that maybe.. just maybe this is your universes doppelgänger but from the look on his face you can tell it isn’t.

“what, and i cannot stress this enough, the fuck are you doing here”

“nice to see you too cariño”

“this” you make a circular gesture at him standing in the bar “cannot happen. you can’t just show up while i’m at home. how did you even know where i was.”

“pinged your watch. who’s he”

he looks behind you at marcus who’s eyeing the two of you up

“.. the bartender?”

“seemed familiar for a bartender”

“we went to college together”

“oh so you don’t mind if i introduce myself”

“uhm yes i very much do mind”

“noted.” then he walks over anyway. you follow him.

“Hola amigo what can i get for you?”

“oh no im good, i’m Miguel O’hara. Y/Ns friend”

“uh we’re.. coworkers” you offer quickly

“Oh the swits hired two of our own, soon we’ll run the company eh”

miguel looks at you “swits?”

“Yes the pharmaceutical company we work for.. in switzerland”

“.. right. of course. so, you two met in college”

“yea we uh went to grad school together, but we both grew up around here. me and lulu go way back right?”

your face immediately flushes at the nickname. miguel had already looked intent on killing marcus before he came over.

you didn’t know he had been watching you two talk the whole time.

now he looked certain he was going to kill marcus.

but he doesn’t do anything. “Lulu?”

“yeah that’s what i used to call her back in school”

“mm”

you get ready to try and tackle the angry 6’5 half spider before he can reach over the bar and murder him but at just the right time your sister appears

“Y/N you’re taking forever,

oh hey marcus, didn’t realize you were on tonight, how’s it going”

“i’m good crystal gracias”

“cmon the guys are getting impatient, no more chit chat”

why did she have to say it like that. you glance behind you as he stands up

“vamos carnala— hold on.. who are you tall handsome stranger man”

“crystal this is-“

“Miguel o’hara” he reaches his hand from behind you to shake hers “im y/ns.. coworker”

“ahh ya veo.” she smirks at you “im crystal, her sister and best friend”

“por supuesto, encantada de conocerte”

of course, lovely to meet you

“Oh, es español, no lo mencionaste”

he’s spanish, you didn’t mention that

“Of course i didn’t, because i didn’t mention him. why don’t you take the drinks back and i’ll catch up in a second. I need to have a ~chat~ with my coworker”

“we’ll just be a minute, i wouldn’t want to interrupt the ~guys~”

“..ok do what you need to do. just don’t keep her all night.” she winks at you and then walks off

you forgot how much of an instigator she was.

you pull him outside.

“what the hell o’hara, what are you doing here”

“saying hello”

“no you’re acting like a bodyguard again”

“no i just wanted to make sure you were ok”

“i came to get away from work and relax”

“at a bar, with guys”

“they’re crystals coworkers i shouldn’t be the one explaining myself. you do not get to act jealous right now, when you tracked me and invaded my.. universe!”

“i’m not jealous, i’m making sure my employee doesn’t do something stupid or dangerous on a work night”

“so now i’m just your employee? well what i do when i’m not at work is my business and mine alone”

“your sister seems nice”

“don’t change the subject”

“i saw you take his number”

“you were spying too!? i cannot believe you”

“why’d you take it”

“we grew up together! he wanted to catch up while i’m here”

“you didn’t catch up enough tonight?”

“not that it’s any of your concern but i took it because i told him i’d see if i could make time. i probably wasn’t going to anyway”

“probably”

you breath in and try to remain calm but it’s really not working

“you are being a dick. and you do not get to treat me like a puppy on a leash. go home. now. or this”

you gesture at the space between you

“what this is, is done. understand.”

“fine. have fun with your friends”

he disappears down the street and you hear the faint buzz of a portal in the alley. you sigh and try to get your breathing under control and focus on the cool night are. for once, you’re glad for crystals snooping, because she had been watching the whole thing through the window and realized you were about to have an attack.

she rushes out to your side.

“hey hey mana, deep breaths it’s ok”

“water”

she runs back in and grabs the water bottle you’d gotten with the beers and gives it to you.

“cmon come sit down”

your breathing slows and you bury your head in your hands

“it’s been getting worse again hasn’t it”

“i don’t know why, i’m taking my meds i’m trying to stick to my routine.”

she just laughs “damn he’s thrown you off”

“wh-what”

“Miguel.. very very handsome by the way you should’ve warned me he was that fine. he’s throwing you off”

“i don’t know what you mean”

“cortar la basura, that’s clearly the mystery man.”

cut the crap.

you don’t answer so she continues

“i haven’t seen you argue like that since your brother was alive.. well minus the sexual tension”

“eww”

“sorry, but seriously i mean it. i haven’t seen you that worked up over anybody in years”

“yeah like you said i like them difficult”

“… you really like him”

“what?”

“oh you soooo like him”

“no i do not. i loathe him”

“do you normally spend two nights in a row with someone you hate”

���that’s unimportant”

“uhh it’s literally the most important part. i expect details by the way”

“oh my god no, make it stop”

“ugh fine. i’ll get them out of you eventually though. even if i have to go full on interrogation mode… hermana?”

“what”

“do you think the reason you’re freaking yourself out over his commitment issues is because you’re really worried about you own?”

“i don’t not have commitment issues”

“really? when’s the last time you had an actual relationship”

“i have been ~committed~ to my career”

“highschool babe. the answer is highschool. remember? that boy noah from your senior year chem class”

“i remember noah.. my parents hated him.”

“yeah they did. thought he was too white”

“..he kinda was”

“yeah.. but that’s not the point. the point is that you have let your anxiety keep you from so many potential good things. in college and grad school, i understood, you weren’t letting anyone come between you and your future. but you’ve had a steady job for years now, which is rare for someone as young as you. when are you gonna stop making excuses for yourself and start to take some risks.”

you sigh she’s right and you know it.

“he just.. he can be such a jerk”

“oh mana i know, and and you’re gonna tell me all about it over a beer and then im sending you home for a good nights sleep. ok?”

“ok”

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[writercole]

Leaving

Summary: It's not what she thinks.

Squares: Unwanted @anyfandomangstbingo

Words: 2034

Warnings: Angst, misunderstandings

A/N: I'm kinda sorry for this part, actually. It hurt like hell to write.

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Jake was furious that Suze had had the audacity to show up. Her parents were friends with his, but still she had some nerve thinking she was welcome there too.  But when she started insulting Valkyrie, that was the last straw, and it took all his willpower not to let his ire explode from within.

“We aren’t together,” he told her calmly, pointing between himself and his ex for clarity., “There’s nothing between us, so you don’t need to be jealous. Hell, even when we were together, you were barely present. It was a mistake the first time and it’ll never happen again.”

Suze stood staring at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I didn’t mean -”

“I don’t care what you meant or didn’t mean,” he spat. “Y/N is my best friend, and we may not be official, but  I’ve found everything I was missing in her. She’s the one I want by my side, always has been.”

Suze’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped, regret flashing over her features.

“Do me a favor and forget I exist. Forget my family exists. And if you’re ever invited to another party, respectfully decline. No one wants you here, it was a courtesy to your parents.”

Jake stormed off, forgetting the drinks the bartender had just finished making. He was on a mission to find Valkyrie and get out of there. Suze ruined the entire party for him but he knew it was a situation easily remedied by an impromptu road trip to their favorite lake with a bottle of whiskey. 

“Val?” he called as he searched the crowd, stopping to ask his siblings and his parents if they’d seen her, only to be grabbed by the party planner and dragged on stage for a speech. 

She was grateful that Admiral Simpson was sympathetic to her pleas. Maybe it’s because he heard the sniffles or the lump in her throat. Either way, he told her he would do his best to get her duty station changed sooner than the rest of the Dagger team. 

She packed her bags and ordered a car to take her to the airport. Waiting in the room until she got the notification of the cab's arrival she tried her hardest not to cry.  Her phone buzzed and she steeled her nerves as she set her suitcase down on the floor. The crowd outside applauded as if they agreed she was doing the right thing. One deep breath later and she was rolling it down the hallway towards the front door.

“You’re leaving?” Jake said from behind her as she reached for the knob.

“Fuck,” she whispered, straightening her shoulders and turning around. “Yeah, Simpson needs me back immediately. My flight’s already booked,” she lied, her hand still around the handle of her suitcase.

“Well, I’ll drive you to the airport,” he offered as he fished his keys from his pocket.

“No, you stay here with your family,” she declined, “I’ve already called an uber.”

“I really need to talk to you,” he implored, the desperation in his face breaking her heart.

“My car’s already here,” she announced before she spun on her heel and rushed out the front door, ignoring Jake calling her name. She was in the backseat telling the driver to just go before he could catch her.

Jake stood staring after the car, his heart shattered as he tried to figure out what just happened. He really needed to talk to her, for his best friend to know that his words had been true; that she had always been by his side and he wanted to make it official that she’d be there forever. But it was more than that.

He had never felt this way about anyone before. He’d watched people walk in and out of his life for years without this aching feeling in his chest, without feeling like the world had stopped spinning. When tears started falling down his face, he wiped his cheeks and stared at his glistening fingers with his head tilted and his brows furrowed, unsure how he even got to this point.

The one person who could help him figure it out had left. So what did he do now? He tried to call Val’s cell, but it went straight to voicemail. He couldn’t have this conversation with a robot so he hung up without leaving a message.

After standing in the road for what felt like hours, he walked back to the bar and swiped the first full bottle of whiskey he could find, taking it with him up to the garage loft where he used to hide when he was a kid. He had finished half of the bottle with his back against the wall, staring out the small window and watching the party dwindle. 

His vision started to blur as the light in the room waned. Jake didn’t know how long he'd been there, drinking his sorrows away, but he knew he’d be content to stay there for the rest of his life. A clicking sound began to echo closer and closer, the overhead light flipping on moments before his mother’s head peeked above the ladder.

“Twenty years later and you’re still using the loft to hide away when you’re upset,” she observed as she hoisted herself up across from him. 

“Good spot,” he slurred as he took another swing from the rapidly emptying bottle.

“Are you gonna talk to me about it?” she pressed as she settled back against a stack of boxes.

Jake sighed shakily as he put the bottle down next to him, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Why don’t you tell me why your girlfriend left?” she prompted.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he scoffed.

“We’ll come back to that,” his mom smiled. “But why did she leave?”

“I don’t know why,” he admitted as tears started falling down his cheeks. “I came in after my speech and she was at the door with her suitcase. She said that the Admiral wanted her back but that’s a lie.” He swiped at his face angrily, a futile effort to dry the tears that were falling steadily from his eyes.

“How do you know it was a lie?”

“Because she was different. She wasn’t herself,” he told her, his voice raising as he spoke. “She was leaving without saying goodbye. She’s never done that.”

“So you just let her go?”

“I tried to stop her,” he said quietly, voice cracking. “I ran after her but…” He was cut off by a sob escaping his chest. He buried his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking as he sat in his childhood hiding spot and cried quietly.

A pair of arms wrapped around him and his mother’s voice hummed the old lullaby she would sing when he was a boy. She pulled him close to her chest and he leaned into her, letting her warmth and her familiar scent wash over him. 

As he calmed, he sat straighter, his head clearer than when his mom found him. He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked at her. “Oh, Mom, I ruined your dress,” he said as he looked at the wetness on her shoulder.

“My son needed me. That’s more important than a swath of fabric.” She looked at him with a softness reserved for a child, the way a mother looks when she knows her child is hurting and is unable to take the pain away. “Now, you said she’s not your girlfriend. But I noticed her bed hasn’t been slept in.”

“I, uh, um…” he stuttered.

“Jake,” she sighed, taking his hands in her own. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. I’ve seen the way you look at that girl. I’ve seen it since you first brought her here for that physics project in 9th grade. And I don’t think you even realized it yet, but you’ve been in love with her since you were fourteen years old.

“I have watched you grow into probably the best man I’ve ever seen, and that includes your father. You’ve got the career you always dreamed of, son, but you’re not happy unless she’s with you. I have never seen you smile and laugh as much as you have in these last two days. 

“Whatever you have to do to prove that she’s it for you, do it. And fast. Because that girl,” she stressed, pointing in a random direction over his shoulder, “that girl is not going to be lonely for long.”

It wasn’t often that she missed her parents. They’d never had a great relationship and when she told them that she was joining the Navy, they lost it. She hadn’t spoken to them since that night. But it was taking every ounce of willpower she had not to call her momma. 

The one person she would normally call for motherly advice was busy at her anniversary party, probably congratulating her son on getting back with his supermodel girlfriend. She refused to take her away from an important day like that just to listen to someone - who wasn’t even family - whine about her broken heart.

She sat on the uncomfortable mattress and picked at the threadbare comforter and watched as her phone rang and rang, Jake’s photo on the screen. She couldn’t bear to talk to him right now. 

The ringing stopped and she began receiving texts, one after another, all from Jake. The ringing started again and she reached over to turn it off, pausing when she saw who was calling. She swiped to answer and quickly put the phone to her ear.

“Valkyrie,” she identified, her voice rough and ragged.

“Lieutenant, we have switched you back to your old squadron. You’ll be going back to New Orleans,” Admiral Simpson explained. “Transport will leave at 1200 tomorrow.”

“I can make that work,” she agreed, “thank you, sir.”

Jake landed in San Diego at 2 PM on Sunday afternoon, having switched to an earlier flight to try and fix whatever he had done to make her leave. He got back to Miramar and headed straight for the dorms, ignoring the calls of his friends.

He skidded to a stop in front of her door, finding it wide open, the room completely cleaned out. He checked the number and confirmed that it was her room, running his hand through his hair as he tried to figure out his next move. 

An idea came to him and he took off to the administrative offices. Admittedly, this was a hail mary of a long shot but maybe he’d be able to get some information.

“Admiral Simpson, sir, do you have a moment?” Jake asked as he stood in the doorway of the his superior’s office.

“What is it, Seresin?” he barked without looking up from his paperwork.

“I was just wondering if you could tell me where Valkyrie is,” he said as he stepped into the office.

Admiral Simpson sighed and set down his pen, turning his attention to the lieutenant standing before him. “Even if I were permitted by the Navy to give you that information, which I am not, I have been asked by your former team leader to keep all of you in the dark in regards to her whereabouts.”

“What are you,” Jake snapped but remembered his place quickly. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t understand.” he corrected, hoping the Admiral would forgive the attitude, while his stomach flipped and threatened to jump out of his throat.

“She called me and asked to be reassigned immediately with the stipulation that I tell no one, including you, where that would be to. She mentioned you by name, Seresin. Care to take a guess at why that would be?” Admiral Simpson looked at him with raised eyebrows, folding his hands in his lap as he maintained eye contact.

“I don’t know, sir,” Jake replied quietly, “thank you for your time, sir.” He turned and walked out of the room, going to the only place he could think of that might take his mind off of his predicament.

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[haikyuuwaifu]

PT.3

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing

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PT.3:

Talk about our future like we had a clue

“I don’t understand what you see in him. He’s a complete dumbass.” Katsuki grumbled, as Y/n only hummed. She and Katsuki got along rather well, much to Denki’s charge-in. They’d met in a class they shared and have maintained a steady friendship. The two of them were currently at their job, the very same Tattoo shop Denki had taken Y/n to, to get matching tattoos. “I could say the same about you and Eijirou.” She supplied, inputting client names into the computer. Katsuki only flipped her the finger, causing the woman to laugh. “We just get each other I suppose, and he seems to be doing so much better now that he’s cut school back to part-time.” Katsuki let out a scoff, as the two watched their boss from outside. Y/n knew Katsuki found Touya attractive. Only a blind man wouldn’t. She also knew the blonde wouldn’t do anything since he was in a committed relationship with his best friend. Touya was currently arguing with his ex-boyfriend. Apparently, Keigo, or whatever his name was; had gotten jealous and territorial after Touya had hired Katsuki. Ignoring the drama, Y/n turned back to her screen quietly humming to herself. 

“Are you gonna sing back-up vocals tonight?” Katsuki asked, looking over at his friend. Y/n nodded her eyes still on her screen. “Just until Denks finds another lead. You know I’m not much for singing.” The blonde only rolled his eyes giving her a playful nudge. “S’not like you aren’t any good at it.” The woman could only give him an impish grin, causing the man to break out into a loud laugh. “I’m just not cut out for that kind of thing.” The two friends continued conversing, discussing an array of topics. Y/n’s future with Denki was looking bright, and Katsuki was pleased for his new friend.

Later that evening, Y/n was surprised to see a new person at the soundcheck. “Y/n!” Denki crowed, pulling the woman close to him. “This is our new lead Jirou Kyouka!” Jirou gave Y/n a tentative smile and Y/n gave her a grin. “Nice to meet ya!” She supplied, offering her hand out to shake. “That means, we don’t need you tonight so you can enjoy the show!” Denki mumbled distractedly. Y/n paid it no mind in favor of making small talk with the band’s newest member. Katsuki watched with narrowed eyes, unsure of the new dynamic. 

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[nobodysdaydreams]

Okay listen: I know Show!Curtain adopting SQ leaves us with enough to talk about, but hear me out:

AU where all of the executives (Jackson, Jillson, Martina, and SQ) are Curtain’s adopted kids.

Because the way their characters act would fit perfectly in that context.

✨ Unhinged Rant Below: ✨

I think that you’d actually change very little about the show characters, and they would fit perfectly into the dynamic that would develop if Curtain adopted all of them:

SQ: SQ would be the favorite (because he reminds Curtain of Nicholas) and yet, this causes his siblings to resent him and SQ still feels inferior for not being as good as the rest of them at things he’s been taught to value (e.g., being strong, good at exams, emotionally invulnerable, etc.). It also makes his special moments with his dad (when they do art together) feel less special, because he wishes it didn’t come at the expense of his siblings. Curtain, because of his relationship and experience with Nicholas, tries to cultivate separate relationships with his children individually and does nothing to encourage them to bond with each other (because in his messed up worldview, Curtain actually believes that this is doing them a favor). This leaves SQ feeling even more guilty, misunderstood, and isolated. And yes, as a little kid, he did draw pictures for everyone in his family, and everyone (Curtain included) still has the crayon drawings little SQ made of the five of them together looking happy (though no one, Martina especially, would ever admit to saving the drawing or wishing that it could be their family’s dynamic in reality).

Martina: Martina, as the youngest, would constantly fight to be the best, be the favorite, and win her dad’s approval. Unfortunately for Martina, she’s the one Curtain relates to the most, so he unconsciously projects himself onto her, except Curtain hates himself, so he’s both proud of and disappointed in Martina but can’t articulate why (and he can’t tell Martina how proud he is of her without being vulnerable, so he never does). Martina is super jealous that SQ is clearly the favorite, and although she’s not as good at art, makes sure she’s better than him at everything else. Curtain recognizes her talent and has her in mind to be his successor, but ends up putting more pressure on her instead of giving positive feedback, which makes Martina more desperate to win his approval, and all the more devastated when she fails. Plus, Martina never gets the chance to question whether being Curtain’s successor and following in his footsteps is really what she wants, she just feels like it’s what her dad values her for so she’s afraid to let it go. So naturally, when Kate, Reynie, and Sticky get to the institute and start showing her up academically and athletically, she does not take it well (and might even actively try to sabotage SQ’s friendships with them, and have a very “I told you so” attitude when they are all revealed to be spies).

Jackson and Jillson: Jackson and Jillson don’t get projected on quite as strongly as Martina and SQ (although the fact that they are so close sometimes reminds Curtain of himself and Nicholas). They’re the oldest and technically adults at this point, so while they still try to win Curtain’s approval, they aren’t as desperate, plus they learned a long time ago that competing to be better than Martina or more beloved than SQ is a losing game, and there are benefits to staying out of the spotlight. They also have a close relationship because once Martina and SQ were adopted, Curtain started viewing Martina as the one best suited to be his successor, and SQ as his favorite, so they both got kinda ignored, but at least they had each other. Curtain’s not thrilled about how close Jackson and Jillson are because he assumes one will eventually betray the other, but he allows their dynamic to develop because it happened naturally, and he’s too focused on his other children to do anything about it. Plus, since they are older and not under so much pressure, Jackson and Jillson try to be good and encouraging older siblings to Martina and SQ, but it’s hard when Curtain has such a strong hold over them, and Jackson and Jillson themselves are still loyal to their father.

Now how did Curtain end up adopting not just one but FOUR children? Because he has the same adoptive instincts that Nicholas has, ESPECIALLY when it comes to children labeled as “unwanted” or “undesirable” or when they remind him of himself or Nicholas (but Curtain would never openly acknowledge that). So he sees Jackson and Jillson, and how all they have in the world is each other (just like him and Nicky once), he sees SQ, who is so sweet and kindhearted (like Nicky), and Martina, who insists on being the strongest and best at everything (like baby Nathaniel), and Curtain’s like: “hm. Yes. I see. These orphans are my children now.”

But even though it comes from a place of love, terribly misguided love as it is, Curtain still struggles to be a good dad. He obviously hasn’t gotten over his own past, and unlike Nicholas, who has Number Two, Rhonda, Milligan, and Miss. Perumal, all Curtain has for help is Garrison, who would probably feel too guilty to even want to get near those kids, and Jeffers, who I’m pretty sure would lose them all after five minutes of babysitting (which would result in Curtain screaming at him over the phone because there are four of them, how do you lose all four of them on an island, SQ is a wanderer, sure, but he can’t run that fast, and Jackson and Jillson are always together, so surely you could have just kept track of one of them? Ok, Martina is a troublemaker, but still, it’s an island, how can you not find her? And then I imagine Jeffers mumbling something about a game of hide-and-seek that got “out of hand”).

Now, of course, there would be a plot line where the siblings come together and actually start acting like a loving family (and Martina and SQ would parallel the twins FOR SURE if that wasn’t obvious already). And Jackson and Jillson, when push came to shove, would finally stand up to Curtain if it meant protecting their younger siblings. And Curtain, after some therapy and hard work (and a stern talking to from his brother) would realize that the way he treated his children was toxic for all of them, apologize, and work towards developing a healthier family dynamic with them. I apologize for all spelling and grammar mistakes. I typed this up very late at night. But I hope you enjoy my incoherent thoughts.