#‘go worry about fixing that toxic ass personality of yours

[not-goldy]

But why Jimin is feeling some type about turning 30 🤔 He doesn't have a biological clock ticking to get pregnant, he's a man who according according society doesn't reach their 'expiry date any time soon, he got everything settled financially and family wise, he got supportive parents but he lived majority of his life away from them... now even if he wants to have them here he's perfectly capable to do so. He still looks dropdead gorgeous... actually older he becomes prettier and graceful he turns. His body is still young and beautiful, He already got a partner who is so understanding and makes him feel the best no matter how he looks or his age.

I don't see Tae, who's same age as him focusing on turning 30 much.. he's still having fun, dating best girls out there, all set to enjoy after he retun from MS too. Like he should..because 30 is still very young in my book lol

Biological clock to get pregnant....

Ha🤣

A. He's human

B. Different backgrounds Different directions in life

Tae doesn't have chronic backpain does he??

Tae's career is not woven around his ability to dance his ass off and contour his body into impossible shapes does he? He dances sure and he's good sure but he's not Jimin 🥴

Watch BTS Island or whatever that show was I think they talked about these things- vmin I mean.

Remember he said he hated working out but then had to learn to love it because he needed to work on his form. He said he was becoming weak- he is not just a pretty face. He is not the type of idol you'd give a mic and a seat center stage to perform.

He is Beyonce. He is a spectacle

He will always be a spectacle unfortunately

Losing weight, dieting, fixing his teeth tweaking that- can't do that all his life that's just sad if he has to😢

So he is gonna reminisce and wonder if he should keep doing this or choose a different part- as he said he did before in the past when BTS was going through stuff.

He's gonna reinvent himself take stock reevaluate and shit. 30 is a milestone I suppose most idols do that before they decide to go all in for the long ride- you wouldn't want to look back at 40 and regret certain things you know?

This is where I start ranting bout the impossible beauty standards and performance expectations yall have of him- HE IS SOMEONE'S SON NOT AN OBJECT FOR YOUR ADMIRATION

And before you tell me this idol don't do that that person don't do that- THAT PERSON IS NOT JIMIN AND YOU KNOW DEAD WELL YOU HOLD JIMIN TO A MUCH HIGHER STANDARD THAN TEHM DONT LIE

And let's not forget 30 is primarily when an Idols career is assumed to have come to an end in kpop- sure there are new trends of older idols breaking the stereotypes but let's not act like age isn't a huge part of Kpop and that newer younger, much much younger idols are popping up on the scene- they may not be as seasoned or as talented but that will not stop toxic stans perpetuating ageism against BTS.

Its very normal for an idol of JMs caliber to put some thoughts into what he wants to do with his life at this point- if the company isn't going to be any helpful to his career and he doesn't have his age playing in his favor then boy or girl he very much has a right to ponder over his age. He's human.

If he's queer and wants a family then he very much has to worry about that too. And don't be fooled, men do experience low sperm count as they age and other erectile disfunction as they age too it's not just women like they try to portray.

They grow grey hairs and they go bald 🙄

Their bodies change dramatically with age too🥲

I can go on and on but he's just human doing what normal humans do.

[mdhwrites]

What do you think about the four most popular ships in Amphibia (Sashanne, Sasharcy, Marcanne, and Sashannarcy)? Even if shipping and romance aren’t that important and only used to teach a lesson or for a comedy episode, it’s pretty obvious that the relationship between the girls can be seen either as platonic or romantic.

So I'm going to first give my one sentence thoughts on each by concept and then canon before going in deep on this:

Sashanne: A unique dynamic that is actually very context specific so hard to actually recreate and I'd argue most people don't even try or get close in fan works (myself included)/I do like them but I 100% think they needed a couple years to figure out their lives away from each other or else post Amphibia they would have likely become toxic in a new way.

Sasharcy: Classic nerd and popular pairing/FUCKING NONEXISTENT.

Marcanne: A bit more nuanced since it's much more the slacker and the passionate one as far as a dynamic goes but not in the way you expect./Held back by a lot more tell don't show, especially in the first couple episodes that Marcy is introduced but it's cute and you can EASILY see how this whole trip will have made Anne be able to appreciate her oldest friend more.

Sashannarcy: In concept these are actually a GREAT polyamory trio and I love that it has such mainstream appeal with a fandom/I don't think it works from the show's perspective because of how well defined Sasha and Anne's relationship is while Marcy struggles to have a presence.

In case you didn't notice a running theme, these ships have essentially the same problem as my greatest problem with the show: Marcy. Her weaker writing compared to the rest of the cast and the fact that she serves a narrative role more than she acts as her own character makes it hard for me to be compelled by her canon self in ships. It's akin to why Willow and Hunter don't appeal to me from a shipping perspective. I like characters, not plot devices. Yes, Marcy is better than both of those characters as she actually has a firmer character than either but that doesn't fix that her narrative utility comes before who she is most of the time.

The other big element that maybe has always held me back from shipping them in canon once I watched the show is actually the fact that I agree with the show: As teenagers, they were AWFUL for each other. Marcy needs her own, personal strength that she found some of in Amphibia but needs to actually put to use in the real world. Sasha brutally changed so much of herself and was clearly struggling with that, over correcting or still wanting to run even to the end. She asks if it's okay for her to abandon Marcy after all, even after she's gone so far to make up to Anne as to give up ALL power in her life which isn't healthy either. Anne is the closest to being ready for a relationship after Amphibia but Sprig's Birthday/Give a Frog a Cookie showed that her self sacrificing tendency for her friends and her desperation for approval still. She may do it for better people than for Sasha but she is still struggling.

They all just need time to figure themselves out as people because your relationships SHOULD NOT DEFINE YOU. That's kind of part of the point of the ending. Take the good and grow as a person, whether you lose someone by choice or by circumstance. That includes for the trio as friends or romantically.

Okay, but I did mention something potentially quite controversial which is my Sashanne take. See... Their dynamic in most fandom works is the overzealous, brash one versus the patient, more responsible one with Sasha and Anne respectively. That is accurate post Amphibia but it also carries NONE of their baggage and usually leans a lot more on Sasha's tomboy nature instead of the fact that Sasha is a girl who can both kick your ass and then worry about having chipped a nail. The complexities of Sashanne that make it so compelling in the show just don't show up as much except as an obstacle to get over to get together. That works for shipping but it's not why their friendship is as complicated and interesting as it is in the show. It doesn't have the punch it should and it's damn near impossible to replicate because that level of history is hard to depict. It only functions in the show as being well depicted because of how much time is spent essentially breaking Anne out of Sasha's control, which is part of it. Anne is someone who pretty much left a cult and Sashanne is her having to decide to now be with her cult leader but not slip back into the mentality the cult taught her. That's... not easy to put it mildly.

But then again, a lot of people just take Sasha and Anne working together for a greater cause to mean they have literally no issues anymore despite Sasha's Angels existing. I guess that happens when somehow the entire fandom doesn't give a fuck about Amphibia but only the trio. sigh

Let's end this on a positive note though which is that if I am so rough on essentially all the Sasha relationships for needing time for Sasha to genuinely internalize her lessons, Marcy is the opposite. While I complained about her above, the strength to the fact that she's a pretty well defined, nice character who can be used mostly to support others arcs is that she more neatly fits into a position for shipping. Her awkwardness and nerdiness is PRIME romance fodder (there's a reason a shocking amount of romantic protagonists are clumsy but that's for a different blog) and her passion makes it easy to understand why someone would want to be with her.

And I do want to say some thoughts on Marcanne. Even if they start on a rough place with more tell instead of show, it actually does kind of work in this context. A complaint I've had about other relationships is not actually knowing what the other is interested in their partner for besides "That's the hot one." There is ZERO ambiguity here. Marcy likes Anne because of her compassion, something she probably has worried about wearing out herself. Anne has always appreciated Marcy's intelligence but Amphibia has made her understand Marcy's passion far better than she did before and Anne clearly actually is into that now that she better cares about others properly. This also clearly shows their chemistry as we know the strengths and weaknesses each of them cover for the other, though not perfectly as they're both still human and the same things they admire in the other can cause anxiety and worry in themselves from comparing themselves to their partner. Marcy in Wartwood and Scavenger Hunt are all it takes for all of this to come out and it leads to more romantic chemistry, and a genuinely dynamic look at what they could be, than a lot of romance movies manage in their entire runtime.

In conclusion, I like all of them in general. In practice, I find most of them deeply compelling within the show. It's just... It doesn't drive me to want to write them during the show romantically because I agree with the show. They're complicated, both as a trio and as themselves, and they probably could use a more solid ground for themselves before they really start working on each other.

And that is honestly even better to me because it just makes them all the more interesting.

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For anyone curious why I didn't talk about Sashannarcy at all despite literally being a polyamory writer, it's because I kind of wanted to keep it to the ships that I think are properly represented in the show and Marcy and Sasha get essentially zero time together to try and form a relationship beyond "Marcy thinks Sasha is really fucking cool while Sasha barely gives Marcy the time of day if she's not also giving attention to Anne." The theoretical would be fun to talk about but it's pretty much only the theoretical and I decided to keep the blog more focused on the practical.

Also had a moment after this of going "Huh. I wonder how much of me being demiromantic is playing a part in how I see these.?

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

Ahem In that case, can I have some Nightmare headcanons? Pretty please?

I remember you headcanon him as being very toxic in any relationship, but is there any situation where he could? Totally not asking because he's on my mind and I'm writing a fic at the moment...

I'm setting up a slow burn where both Nightmare and my OC have to learn how to communicate properly since neither are really capable of feeling love/emotions in general.

well since you asked so nicely gets more comfy in my bed and sips my tea

this is long so look under the cut <3 AND, your TWs for this one : Psychological torture, Starvation, Usage of Drugs, Manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse Please remember to keep yourself safe when consuming materiel that include such warnings, and to take a break when doing so. Mine is not as graphic, and barely give an insight of what's going on, but it is to make you aware.

Nightmare... let's see.

Rich otherworldly being who believes he's a God decides you're his new plaything, but he also has serious attitude problems and anger issues. Yeah, I can work with this.

He is one of the most difficult ones to get through to (maybe placing about number 3), as he only sees you as a toy. He is so stubborn and bottles up any kind of feeling he does get, and is also basically incapable of feeling anything.

Nightmare is very subtle about showing any actual attraction, so much that it just looks like he's nagging. "Fix your hair, it'll look better like this" or "why do you dress like that, you'd look better in this".

He has always had an intense fixation on how people look, something he's kept with him since he was young. Since before that incident.

Even if the two are completely different people, he still holds that little guardian's old hopes and dreams, all of his memories. The apple just corrupts them to make them seem like nothing but trauma, pushing away anything slightly positive and swallows it up.

He takes very long to warm up to you, and even longer to admit these feelings. When he realizes what he's feeling, he purposely pushes you away, locking you up in your assigned room in the castle.

If you have a shy personality, easily flustered and upset, he takes the extra mile to make sure you don't end up overwhelmed.

If you're a pain in the ass (like Killer), he'll treat you like the pest you are. Knock it off, he's being nice, can't you tell by him constantly degrading how you look and commenting on everything you do?

If you willingly argue with him and stand up for yourself, he'll begin to ignore you. He's not going to entertain bad behavior. Knock your shit off if you want to eat later tonight.

Oh yeah, he will punish you for acting out. His punishments start out small, like staying in your room for the day(with food being brought to you by one of his little servants).

Then, it grows to taking away little things. Your bedding stripped to a single blanket and pillow, some of your clothing, and you stay in your room. If you're caught out of it, you're carried back in and locked in.

If you keep up your bad behavior, he starts to take away your food. You will listen to him.

If that doesn't stop you, then fine. He'll take an extreme.

He has the ability to manipulate people's dreams, causing the most awful terrors to happen. You'll be screaming yourself awake, panicking and begging for someone to help you.

He makes it so no one comes for you.

You force yourself awake? Simple, he'll make the dreams come to you. Hallucinogens will be added to any food or drink you are given and he'll manipulate them, making you slowly go insane until you are begging at your door for someone to help.

Then he'll appear, shooing the demons away and take care of you. He'll let you even sleep in his room for the night if you want.

This will repeat as many times as it needs to until you finally give up.

But you don't need to worry about this if you're an obedient pet!

Trust me, just listen and your life will be 100x easier.

He will resort to being physical if you're being too annoying.

He's very sweet if he wants to apologize or you're extremely sad.

Does your negativity make him feel better? ... Yes, but the fact it's coming from you makes it feel cheap.

He'd rather leech off of those wastes of space he lets live here than you.

Though, something about seeing your face covered in tears in alluring to him in a sense... He likes seeing it, and sometimes he'll provoke them just to see you cry.

There's a rare chance that, when you annoy him, he gets so irritated that he does the only thing he can thing of to make you be quiet.

s n a p

There goes your arm. But now you're screaming. He'll never escape this torture, will he?

Fine, fine, he'll take care of you...

After he finishes filing these papers.

Do you want a roof over your head or not?

[chaifootsteps]

The Hellaverse/Vivziepop fandom is the perfect proof of why i hate the arguments of "oh there is no such thing as a toxic fandom! All fandoms are equally toxic! Its always a loud minoriy thats toxic and every fandom is actually nice!".

As someone who has been in multiple fandoms (including some of so called "one of the most toxic fandoms ever"), thats pure fucking bullshit told by lazy people who know that their favourite fandom sucks and they just wanna pretend that there is nothing that could be done about it.

There are fandoms that are healthier, paceful and more mature than others.

There are also fandoms that are more aggresive, rude and toxic also.

If it was true that "every fandom is equally toxic", then all fandoms would have the exact same dramas and polemics, thing that doesnt happens.

For example, not every fandom has multiple cases of people in it harrassing the voice actors, but the Genshin fandom does, thats why it is considered toxic.

Not all fandoms have cases of fans sending death threats to the creator of the show they like over ships, but the BNHA does, and it is considered a toxic fandom.

And not all fandoms have MULTIPLE cases of cyberbulling people for criticizing the show, attacking artist for doing redesigns (even if they didnt have any bad intentions), scaring people off the fandom, acusing people of Bigotry over liking or not liking certain characters, giving rape-apoligyst like speach to justify a shitty ship, making creppy arguments of how consent works to justify rape jokes from the show, gaslighting people into thinking they are bad people for not liking the show(s), invadilating SA victims for not liking how rape was threated in the show(s), defending terrible people just because they participate in the show they like, and even making someone take their life over shipping discourse because their cyberbullying was SO severe. Yet, the Hellaverse fandom does, and they get offended if we say that their fandom is toxic.

And also the thing "its just some bad apples! A loud toxic minority most people are nice!!!" Its also a dirty lie. Because in the Hellaverse fandom, being a terrible person (especially against anybody who dislikes the shows) is constantly encouraged and excused, not only by the fans but by the person they admire, and they will crucify you if you dare to point that out.

They always excuse themselves with "it isnt THAT bad, youre just a hater!", "well the antis makes us act this way!", "but the hatedom is just as bad!", all lame excuses that is so worrying to think that grown ass people are saying this.

Because yeah, your fandom IS toxic, and its a huge problem thats hurting many people, and it will never get better until you guys reconise that is not the fault of antis, haters or the "hatedom", its you, who are at least 70% of the fandom assholes.

Speaking as someone who's been in decades of fandoms, some wonderful and some downright nuts, the HH/HB fandom is easily the scariest and most hostile. I wish I could say I was surprised when we all learned that it had led to a real person's death, but a lot of people have been saying for years now that one way or another, someone was eventually going to get hurt.

The first step towards fixing anything that's gone wrong is to admit that there's a problem. Any member of Viv's fandom, from the fans to the SH higher-ups refusing to admit anything's wrong, isn't actually interested in keeping people safe.

[kylelovskii]

Hey! So lately I've been thinking about Kyle x (fem) reader who is like really abusive but it's because her drinking problem and all her unhealthy relationships she's been in which Kyle finds out moments before he was about to break up with her because of her abusive behaviour and instead of breaking up he decided to try to help her somehow.

(Aged up ofc) A little fucked up idea but if you feel comfortable with writing something like that I would be grateful!

girl i was made for this don’t even worry 😭😭

this is so good i love it

thank you for requesting!

yes the title is the title of a smiths song 😒🤚

TW GUYSS!! abuse, slapping, alcohol abuse, yelling, arguing, humongous toxic relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of drug abuse

this night has opened my eyes

kyle could only imagine what awaited him when he opened the front door of your shared home. would you be drinking? would you just be angry no matter what? or would today be a good day and this break up'll go a bit smoother than planned?

hint: it’s not the last two.

before kyle could even put his hand on the door knob, he heard your loud voice erupt from the other side.

"quit fucking contacting me! i will never ever be with you ever again!"

maybe if he was quiet he could sneak past you. he slowly turned the door knob and stepped inside the house.

there you were, shaking a beer bottle near the phone to emphasize to the person on the other end how bad you’ve turned out. "you hear that?" you asked. "that’s fucking beer. i’ve turned into you now. and you wanna know who has to endure it? kyle! big fucking whoop."

kyle didn’t want to move. you were drunk off your ass, you’d definitely see him sneak by. out of being scared and all, he couldn’t help but wonder who you were talking to, but he didn’t have to wonder for much longer.

"you’ve turned me into this, stan. i don’t know why the hell you’re crying."

when kyle heard his best friends name, he squeaked, causing you to be alert and turn around. you stared at him and said, "stan, don’t ever call me again. bye." you hung up the phone and threw it on the couch.

beer sloshing all around in the bottle, you stormed over to kyle and grabbed him by his curly, red hair. "what the fuck are you doing, you little eavesdropper!?" you shouted, dragging him to the middle of the living room and throwing him down on the floor. "n—nothing! i wasn’t eavesdropping! i just got home, i swear!" as kyle laid on the floor, he put his hands up in defense. nothing had to be said, everything about him was already begging for mercy.

"you swear, huh?" you took a swig of beer. "if you swear, then why the hell were you still there when i looked!?" you screamed, slapping him on the 'hell' part of your sentence. he cried and put his hands over his face, trying to prevent you from striking his freckled face again. his glasses were scattered across the floor from how hard you hit him, and his cheek was starting to turn a peachy pink.

"i was scared to move! please, i won’t do it again!"

guess there would be no break up tonight. just a good beating and make up sex probably.

"yeah, yeah. i won’t do it again! i promise, i didn’t mean to! i was scared! that’s all i hear from you, wimp! you’re like a little girl. why can’t you act like a man and take a few punches, huh? why are you crying? why are you shaking like a damn leaf? nothin' to be scared of. im just g'nna hit ya a few times, teach you a lesson." your words were starting slur, yet you sounded more intimidating by the second. "you have to realize i will never take it easy on you. you have to realize i will only get worse until someone fixes me. until you realize that, you are useless. you are just another doll to punch."

kyle’s hands moved away from his face, hot tears staining his perfect cheeks. his breath was shaky along with his whole body. he always thought, deep deep down, you loved him, that he was the man you were gonna marry. he was wrong of course, but maybe there was still a possibility.

maybe that’s why he said, "but, (y/n), i love you."

that stunned you. your beer bottle dropped to the plush carpet, the intoxicating liquid seeping into the brown softness. your mouth formed a small 'o', and a single tear fell from your eye onto kyle’s face.

"you..you what?"

"i love you. i do. i’ll fix you. i will help you."

"no…no you won’t. you’re just too scared t'leave."

"no, i want to help you. i understand now. you’re not like this just for kicks. you’re just sick and in need of a cure, and i’m that cure."

"quit fuckin' talking like that!" you rose up your hand and struck kyle again. kyle let out a cry and screamed for you to stop. he was telling the truth, he wanted to help you. a break up would do no good for you. you would just go repeat this cycle with someone else.

kyle grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled your face closer to his tear stained one. "i want to help you," he firmly said, his voice strained and high pitched from all the crying. your tears kept coming just like his, but you ignored them.

you yanked yourself from his grasp, getting off the floor and standing up straight. "get up," you told kyle and he scrambled to his feet. "please, (y/n)." kyle took your hand in his, pulling you back to him. you looked delirious. the under of your eyes purple, a bruise here and there from kyle trying to defend himself almost every night, your eyes red from crying, and your breath disgusting from all the booze you’ve downed today.

you just stared at him, your eyes going soft and half lidded. kyle slid a hand up to hold your face. he pecked your lips, the taste nauseating him, but he loved you nonetheless.

"you, uh, never told me your relationship with stan was bad like that," he said, giving you a sympathetic look. you sighed and shook your head. "he drank. a lot, as you may know, and he hurt me. mentally and physically. one thing led to another, i started drinkin' too. one day i came home, he tried to start somethin', and i beat the living shit out of him," you explained, but that wasn’t it.

"after stan was kenny, and he was on drugs. he drank a little too, but not as bad as me. he beat me, i beat him, then i ran away and went to cartman. i think cartman was the worst. with him, i could never fight back, so i just sat around, a fuckin' alcoholic with cuts and bruises all over me. i tried to break things off with him tons of times, but then he’d just beat me and then fuck me as an apology. i liked the sex, so that became a habit of mine with you." you sighed and cupped kyle’s face. "but you— you were different. you didn’t try to hurt me. but out of habit, i hurt you."

kyle just looked at you in shock. he never knew any of his friends were huge pieces of shit like that. except for cartman. kyle knew stan drank, but he didn’t know he beat his girlfriend. and he had no idea kenny was addicted to drugs.

but he understood now, you weren’t just mad for no reason with a hatred for the world. you were hurting, and you were being the only way you knew how to be.

kyle looked i to your eyes and saw something switch. you pushed him away and sank to your knees, sobbing. "kyle, just go! you feel sorry because i’m just another poor girl. you just want to help me because you’re sorry, not because you love me," you choked out. kyle sank to his knees in front of you. "no, i want to help you. i love you, i do. we’ll find you a good therapist. we’ll throw out all the beer. we can go to counseling. maybe get you into anger management or something. i will fix you. i’ll do whatever it takes."

you looked up at him, face drenched in tears. he was putting on his glasses back on and wiping all his tears away. "kyle, do you know how much money that’ll be?" you sobbed. this was no use. he couldn’t help you.

"we have the money. i promise. i’ll find you someone, and i’ll find someone for us. we’ll get you a new phone number so stan’ll stop calling you. i promise, you will get better, and i will be there every step of the way," kyle reassured and put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a good squeeze. "i know i keep telling you, but i love you. i—i wanna marry you."

"kyle, i just slapped you twice, and you wanna marry me?"

"yes i do," he chuckled. "please, just say it back. i love you."

you sighed, smiled, and shook your head. "i love you too, kyle. maybe if your plan is successful, we’ll have a white picket fence too." you laughed, looking at kyle, your tears drying. kyle laughed too and kissed you. it felt like love. it sounds weird, but to the both of you, it was the best way to describe it.

kyle stood up and stretched his hand out to you. "let’s clean you up and get this beer off the floor. you look like you haven’t slept in weeks," kyle said, putting an arm around you and leading you to the bathroom.

after cleaning you up and the mess on the living room, you looked like the pretty girl kyle remembered falling in love with.

"ky, can we please go t'bed. i’m tired as shit," you slurred, stumbling around in his arms. kyle swooped you up bridal style and took you to your shared bedroom. he gently laid you down in bed, then crawled in beside you.

as you drifted off, you quietly said, "kyle i’m s'sorry for the way i’ve treated you..please fix me."

kyle could only smile and kiss your head as you finally got some good rest.

[aoyama-division]

It was soon to be the afternoon on this perfect, beautiful day. Of course, it was perfect. Tomi would expect nothing else on his birthday. Tomi had just come back to his estate after another gala was thrown in his honor. Truthfully, Tomi would rather be elsewhere than deal with those fake smiles and pathetic attempts to cozy up to him. Sadly, duty calls as a member of the esteemed Chōten family. His parents would expect nothing less than perfection.

Tomi opened the door to his recently cleaned room. His goal was to get ready before he could go visit a certain C.E.O. for dinner. However, sitting elegantly right on his bed was a decently sized emerald colored chest. If Tomi was into those plebeian things, he would say it looked like it came straight out of a fantasy RPG.

Once again, it seemed like Tomi had received a gift from an unknown person. While Tomi was now cautious about opening gifts from unknown people, this surely couldn't be worse than the "present" from that so-called She-Devil of Shinagawa. Could it?

However, just before Tomi could pick the gift up, it sprung open. Landing on his ass Tomi was about to curse when the words died in his throat as he saw what came out of the chest.

Oozing out of the chest was a black slime. Tomi could only watch in horror as it continued to come out of the chest before plopping onto his bedroom floor. Slowly crawling towards him, the slime contorted twisting in front of Tomi into what he could only call a nightmare.

The creature, if that's what Tomi could call it, was now "standing" in front of him. Multiple eyes began popping out of the creature's body. Each one rapidly blinking and looking around the room before they all squarely landed on Tomi. The black goo then smiled, revealing to his terror human teeth. Then, opening its mouth as far as it could showed its long serpent-like tongue.

Just as Tomi was about to scream for help, the creature gave his face a horrifically disgusting lick. It even managed to stick part of its tongue inside his ear. Leaving a trail of saliva all over his face.

Once again, Tomi was about to scream for help when he realized he couldn't. Tomi couldn't move his mouth, let alone his arms and legs in an attempt to escape the creature.

The creature now knowing Tomi was immobilized opened its mouth and began to sing?

H̷̡͖̑͝a̵̮̫̯͆͗͗ṕ̸͈̟̟͙̓̋p̵̣͛y̴̨̼͑ ̵̗̮̭̮͂B̷̡̤̤̝̽̄̋i̵̤̪̲̎̐͂͝ͅr̶͚͚̟̹̎t̴̺̉̍̾̇ḥ̸͕͋̿͌̌d̴̨̟̍͑̏̍â̸̡͍̾͘y̶͕̐͗̎͑ ̶͎̙͙͗̐͘̕ţ̶̙̞̇̌͋o̷̪͔͈͑̆͝ ̸̣̗̹́Ẏ̵̧̨̨̭ö̴̢̙́ų̶̮̲͊͂̎̕

Tomi could only watch as the creature began to sing Happy Birthday to him. Its voice is high-pitched, sounding like a mix of glass being broken and nails on a chalkboard.

It was then that Tomi noticed a toxic green glow coming from inside the creature. Once again, to Tomi's horror, he watched the black slime twist and expand; the light meanwhile became stronger the longer the creature continued to sing.

Just as the creature reached the crescendo of the song, it froze. The toxic green glow was now extremely strong, making Tomi go blind due to how strong it was. Then, before Tomi knew it, the creature exploded.

BOOM!

Tomi was sent flying before he hit the wall of his bedroom. Groaning, Tomi tried to steady himself before he looked around. His room was once again covered in slime. However, this time was worse. A putrid smell was now in the room, and it had Tomi gagging at how bad it was. It would take months for the stains and smell to disappear completely even if Tomi hired the best cleaners in the world to fix his room. Dumbfounded, Tomi could only just stare at his room.

In Shizuoka Division…

"I know those looks on your faces. What did you two do?"

"Why nothing, Sakura. Can't a girl just be happy?"

"It's that pathetic rich male from Aoyama's birthday."

"I repeat myself. What did you two do?"

"Just sent him a…little gift."

"He's currently dealing with an experiment of mine. Don't worry. It's sadly not going to kill him. Just give him psychological trauma."

"I still say we should've gone with maiming him at least."

"You know what? I'm too sober to deal with this right now."

About half an hour later, Tomi was once again sitting inside his private bathtub (which thankfully had been cleaned from the earlier mess) furiously scrubbing his skin to erase the horrid smell that that wretched creature had gotten onto him. His servants were, once again, busy cleaning his bedroom, though they had to be equipped with gas masks and safety equipment since it was unknown if that slime was poisonous or not. From the looks of it, however, it seems that his room wouldn't be fumigated or cleaned by tonight, which meant that he was probably going to have to sleep in a guest room.

He continued scrubbing his skin, which was in danger of turning red and peeling until he looked as butler, Hino, walked in.

"Young Master," Hino said, bowing to him.

"Hino, unless you found a way to get this horrid, putrid smell from emanating off of my body, I am not in the mood," Tomi said, very peeved and very upset.

"I have some of the servants going to buy more powders and chemicals, Young Master," Hino explained. "Hopefully, those will be able to help you."

"Good," Tomi said, still scrubbing himself down.

"Also, we have managed to ascertain just where that despicable gift and creature came from."

"Where?" Tomi asked, actually pausing his scrubbing to look at his head butler.

"We aren't 100% sure, but we believe that it was sent somewhere from Shizuoka, Young Master."

At the name of the city, Tomi's eyes grew wide before lowering with a dangerous glint. Only one person in Shizuoka would have been responsible for something like this; a certain woman that he detested, and he knew the feeling was mutual.

"Hino-san," Tomi spoke.

"Yes, Young Master?" Hino answered, bowing once more.

"Do you still have the contact information on that computer specialist group we hired a while back?"

"You mean... Humanity+, Young Master?"

"Get me in touch with them. I have a job for them."

"At once, sir."

Several weeks later in Shizuoka...

"What the hell is this?!"

That was the first thing Reika Aichi had uttered as she checked her bank account to find that not only was she dangerously close to being in the red, but all of her backup accounts were in the same predicament. Apparently, she, or someone else, had signed up for an anonymous mailing list that had completely depleted her savings account.

What was the mailing list called exactly? Well...

As Reika was still processing what was happening, she heard the doorbell to her house ring, which did not help her mood any. Growling, she was prepared to give whoever was on the other side just a taste of her fury. Opening the front door with abandon, she stopped as she found herself staring at a crowd full of middle-aged men wearing nothing but a G-string and a pair of shoes. What really made the scene disturbing is the fact that all of them were holding onto... well, this.

...Yes, Reika Aichi, the socialite of Shizuoka, was now a proud member of Japan's very own club, which was called...

BIG 🐔 Anonymous.

It's true what they say: 'Payback is certainly a you-know-what.'

[infinityyrp]

I just got blocked before I even had a chance to explain myself. Yes I do NOT do pedophilia of any kind, and YES I won't do anything under legal age of consent or under what has already been done in a damn TV show with vampires because sometimes that's required to fit the fuckin StoryLine(minus the smut during that time cuz I aint doing it). WE ARE ADULTS!!! OUR RL AGES SHOULD BE CONSIDERED IN ALL WE DO, If I'm 29 and wanna rp a 17-18 year old for the purpose of a StoryLine, I'm gonna do that. Just like an ACTOR OR ACTRESS will ACT as a 17-18 year old in a fucking vampire/supernatural TV show. Sometimes younger but I will NOT go younger than 18 the majority of the time unless it's a flashback or something! FYI, If you'd ask, you'd know that.

And TO ME anything under 17 is considered DEEP pedophilia. Am I wrong? 17 is the legal age of consent almost anywhere BUT I WONT ROLEPLAY SMUT or any ROMANCE UNLESS THE CHARACTERS ARE 18+ (for me i prefer 21+). Or both 17 at the time and only fluff will take place. NO SMUT.

ROLEPLAY SHOULD BE FUN— Your IRL morals should NOT effect a fuckin fictional story and I stand on that. If that's the case, why do we read dark romance novels and shit? Ridiculous to think that way but okay.

I have a CHILD. I am NOT gonna roleplay no child grape shit, cuz that's not my M.O, which I also stated in my ad. NO SMUT will be played with my UNDERAGE CHARACTERS. And I don't HAVE any underage characters anyway LMAO. Sometimes my characters ages range from 18-25 DEPENDING ON THE STORYLINE, if we wanna really get technical. But aside from flashbacks my character is usually set at age 21.

Also MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME! no one under 21+ and I PREFER 25+.

You wanna jump to fuckin conclusions without asking questions first. Sometimes this roleplay community is hella toxic.

I don't know how anything in my ad was considered a kink for age play? Thats SICK. Again, I have a child and you falsly accusing people of kinks is wild, especially at our grown ass age. You could have had an adult conversation with me instead of running your mouth then proceeding to block me before i had a chance to reply.

You're assuming, and that's literally making an ass out of yourself.

Don't worry boo. I don't wanna follow someone like you anyway. You thought you ate. You did NOT. good luck finding a rp partner. And I was kind enough to not put your info publicly, because you don't deserve any type of hate that may come your way. You have preferences just like the next and I respect that. But what I do NOT respect is a mf assuming shit about me and my kinks when you don't know me at all, never written with me before and none of my kinks were even stated in my ad. LMAO

THIS IS A PSA TO EVERY FUTURE PARTNER OR PERSON WANTING TO DISCUSS ROLEPLAY.

GEt your facts straight before coming at me with assumptions that you didn't even care to let me elaborate on. (Don't worry I fixed it in my ad now though to avoid another person like this.)

Anyway, I'm a cool ass person and a great writer and I hope to get more great partners soon!

I wish this person luck on their search, just like I wish all of us luck on our searches!

The roleplay community can be toxic,and for the most part it is, but we shouldn't let that stop us from enjoying writing. There's a partner out there for all of us though! I hope we find exactly what we are looking for! ♥️🤞🏼✨️

[chili-mango]

Well, I was right. You haven't unblocked me.

Quite honestly? I'm relieved. I wanted to keep my word to reach out to you, partially because I have moral standards of behavior I don't feel good about dropping, but also partially because there's still that part of me that hopes even past realizing it's not realistic that maybe things can still be fixed. And now I don't have to worry about that part of me overriding the part of my brain that actually lives in reality.

You made a decision that you didn't want me in your life anymore, and even while that hurts, it means this is done. I've NEVER met anyone more stubborn than you. If you've decided we aren't in each other's lives anymore, then there's just straight-up no way I convince you to try again. No matter what anxiety spiral or 11pm insecurity grips me and tries to convince me I've made a mistake, and you were my soulmate, and I'll never love another the way I loved you, and I gave up before it was really over (even though it's been TEN YEARS, it's not like I gave up at the first hint of trouble!). I am no longer the only thing standing between me and a desperate, masochistic urge to repeat the cycle. You and your immovable object mindset are also acting as my safety net.

I can move on now without slipping up and going back in a moment of weakness. It won't matter if I'm not strong enough, I absolutely HAVE to figure out how to carry on without you, or remain miserable til I die. And I just don't have accepting being miserable forever in me.

I'll mope, sure. I'll grieve, and I'll process, and then, just like what happened with Michelle, I'll realize one day 3 or 4 years from now that not everything can be talked out. Not everything can be fixed, even if both sides want it to be. Sometimes, when things turn toxic and you're both just hurting eachother over and over, letting go of that connection so that you can both go find other, happier lives IS what love & respect look like.

I really, really hope you build a good life for yourself. You are a smart, funny, compassionate, creative, brilliant, adorable person. AND, we aren't very good life partners for each other. Maybe we'll both grow over the next few years and some day in the future we'll reconnect as friends again. But I'm not going to hang my hat on that.

You're a full-ass adult, and you are responsible for your own quality of life, and your own advocacy for support & resources, and your own emotional state. I am choosing to believe you will figure it out for yourself.

I don't know if you'll figure out being comfortable with nuance, or if you'll just feel like I betrayed you forever (even though it was NOT being honest about my needs and breaking up with you earlier that was my real failure as a partner), but honestly? If I'm never going to see you or talk to you again? I'll go ahead and tell myself the story that you'll get it eventually. That one day you'll be as sympathetic towards my choices and the reasons I made them as I am towards yours.

You're not a bad person, and you're not a bad partner. And you are worthy of being loved, and I do love you. But we both need things the other cannot provide us, and I would rather we both get what we need than we stay together. Because I love you, I WANT you to be getting what you need from a partner. And I cannot give you what you've been asking for, just as you can't give me what I've tried to ask for.

Thank you for ending this. I'm gonna go cry about it a lot. You brought so much joy and depth into my life, so thank you for the time we spent together.

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Friday, January 26th, 2024!

12:38am busted a nut and it felt great, awesome way to start the day lol. Also so glad I deleted the emails, I don't even remember what they said and soon they will be totally forgotten :) I already feel more at peace.

10:26am still feeling better, haven't heard from him day #2 (new record!) I want to get away from him he's toxic and doesn't know it/ believe me/ won't do anything about it. Just worry about me lol.

10:47am there's nothing wrong with doing things with your own company btw. Just be safe and you're literally fine ❤️

10:58am FUCK I jinxed myself what the hell 😂 retarded ass I told him I miss him (as a friend) and he said thanks that makes me feel better.... 😑 Glad you feel better bro (no shit I never did anything to you too make your feel bad RIP) literally what? I can't.

4:02pm had some lunch earlier and took a 3? Hr nap very needed, sleep is important!! And I only had like 4-5hrs last night so this makes sense!! I am a girl who needs lots of sleep especially when I am wanting to achieve my best mental health!! Do not feel guilty that you slept in the middle of the day you needed rest!! I love you ❤️

5:18pm laundry in the wash, trash taken out and I'm going to pick up BC RX. I love summer and warm weather but I have to be ok with sweating lol!

Pros >>> cons :) of going outside

11:15pm oops got drunk and watched too many relationship videos = bad. My heart hurts. I want him to feel pain. I fucking hate him and I want him to know (mmmmm maybe this is what I'm manifesting/ loa??) Fuck him fuck him fuck him I hope he gets fucking cheated on ong stupid prick narcissist. Fuck you you're no longer in my life fuck you and your small dick frfr.

I am a beautiful person, with a heart and soul that would NEVER do that shit to someone and that's why I know I'm fucking better. Someone with empathy, with half a brain, would not do that to another human being especially one they've known for years. I know I'm better, kinder, more loving, more respectful, more empathetic, more genuine and real AF, smarter with more emotional intelligence, more confident in myself not to need some half-ass bitch in my life, I'm going to get farther in life than he can even dream of, I get bitches on days I don't even shower bro, I have bitches hitting me up fucking constantly since you left and literally all their dicks have literally been bigger and fatter than yours and they've all been nicer more straight forward at least tbh 😂 bitch you are the bottom of the barrel and I'm the cream of the crop you could not pull me now with your little bitch ass bro wtf so fucking unconfident and with so much mental baggage and mommy and daddy issues the only flex you have is your physical body that's literally so sad and I will fucking stand on this shit, if you only pride yourself on physical appearance and ability but have nothing psychological or emotional or financial or support to provide,,, you're literally a walking dildo I'm sorry but literally please fix your fucking mental before you come at me!!!! I said what I said and I have felt this way for a while, kinda like a woman just being a fleshlight with no emotional or intellectual contribution to the relationship JFC I CAN'T it does go both ways for men and women.

Y'all are so immature and I am above you both I said what I said my confidence scares both of you coward bitches and I will get so much farther in life than the both of you combined x2 I stg because I know my mf worth and I know what and who will not take up my mf time and space. Y'all are so peabrained and act like fucking high schoolers, there's really no point in talking to y'all either bc of the stereo effect with y'all just tell each other what the other wants to hear, enabling the never ending shitty ass behavior with your insane mentally and morally wrong ways of justifying your actions. Nonsensical which is WHY it's so confusing to people who follow LOGICAL thinking..... That cognitive dissonance is the star of the shit show.

Fuck you and good riddance, can't wait for my birthday to know true fucking peace of mind. ❤️

[shaarlslec]

The “I can see that you are lonely, and I don’t know how to fix that.” Prompt with Charles pls

don't tell me to write charles only if you want long-ass drabbles, i cannot help myself; thank you so much for your request, let me know if you liked it; prompt list and masterlist here;

safety nets

short summary: in which you break-up with your boyfriend and charles tries to help in the aftermath;

words: 5658 & warnings: angst, depression, alcohol, arguing with charles;

The last couple of months have not treated you great – not even a bit, not even at all.

You broke up with your boyfriend of three years at the beginning of the year and tried to cope with living alone ever since in the apartment you two once shared for most of your relationship as you took the risky decision of moving in together three months into your relationship claiming that you were nothing but madly in love with the dude.

Wrong, you were so wrong. “In love” was not exactly what you were back then, infatuated with the hopes of what is about to come in an unrealistic scenario that you played in the back of your head, yes.

And yet, who does not have a screwed-up story about a relationship up the age of twenty-five?

Moving too fast together and thinking that you were the one to change the man’s toxic behaviors was yours. Now, you had to cope with your learnings that people do not change just because you put in the efforts to help them to do so, and that being madly infatuated with the idea of love was not as great as it has first seemed to you. 

Moving back with your parents was not one of the options afterwards, as you were trying for the last five years to show them that you can be your independent little self without having to depend on their wealth and connections.

After the break-up you have tried to switch the narrative and to focus on your work instead of malicious habits, but working non-stop in the sales world in such a place as Monaco took a tool on you fast, and without you even noticing that all you were doing were meeting after meetings after meetings with pretentious customers that wanted the best real-estate assets with little money just to keep their names well-known and well-renowned, your mental state became heavily affected by the higher ambitions you had and all the pressure on your shoulders.  

In between trying to make a name for yourself in the industry, keeping your mental and physical state in check as tight as you managed, being as out-going as you were once when your boyfriend played music in the clubs you two enjoyed spending countless nights at, you slowly yet surely lost your spark as the bubbly-loving-warm daughter, friend and lover that everyone around you knew and admired for her free-spirited personality.

Your laughs were all faked, your giggles barely heard within your group of friends, and your enthusiasm for life taken away by the fact that you found yourself in a place you were not yet so familiar with – utter and complete loneliness. 

“I am fine, guys.” You nervously lied once one of your friends popped the question that you had heard all year being addressed to you, brushing the soft air of autumn with one of your hands that held a cigarette in between your fingers as you were taking a break outside the club during one of your “drinking until I pass out” weekends. 

Those happened a lot lately as your newfound mechanism of coping after months of pretending to be fine in front of everyone, considering that alcohol at least made you funny to be around people – trying to get back at least one thing about you that you loved.  

“You are sure, Y/N?” They continued, showing you the same worried eyes that you got from everybody lately and that you despised from without your soul, “Take it easy with the drinks, we barely arrived here.” They emphasized, pointing to the half-empty gin and tonic that you held in your other already shaky hand. 

Oh, fuck off and let me be, you would have wanted to shout straight into their worried little blurred faces. 

You were fine, completely fine. That was what you kept telling yourself not to go insane every single time when you watched the mirror and saw a completely far different person that the one you were during the same period last year when two shots would have been enough for you to get you tipsy and ready for bed in the arms of a man you thought was loving you back as much as you loved him.

Instead of letting your outrage shine bright, you just laughed it off with a silly huff as you threw the cigarette’s butt in the ashtray with a loud hit, “Come on, let’s go back in.” You added, already on your way to the door and down to the bar to get you another gin and tonic. 

Your friends stood perplexed for a short while behind you, watching you getting through the crowd of people drunkenly so on your already stumbled feet, “Charles is back for good in three weeks, he will know what to do with that. That is if they met.” One of them told to the group in a soft tone, grabbing one of your shoulders not to accidentally spill your drink on one random stranger that was questionably looking at you, “Let’s get her home for now, I will let Charles know that the situation has not improved since the last time he asked about Y/N, Charles will not be happy about it.” They uttered to each other in mumbles for the words not to reach your ears, pulling you closer to the group amid your loud rejections of not wanting to go home so early in the night. 

Your friends meant well – they really did, letting aside the critiques of your new-found drinking improved game. Besides your parents that you visited once or twice every other month since your break-up, they were your safety net in the absence of Charles.

No one was able to save you from your own personal hell that you have created, and no one was willing to go through the pits of that hell as much as Charles has done in the beginning of all that was happening with you, even though the man was not obliged to do so.

And yet, being your closest friend that knew you the best amongst the bunch – Charles took that duty upon himself and was not going to give up that easily no matter how much you resisted him. Your own personal safety net, always there to catch you.

That was what Charles has been to you since a long time ago, and what you liked to think you were for Charles too. Not just friends like you were all friends within the same group, but something much more than that. You knew him since you were children, your parents living nearby and always organizing brunches together and some other pretentious neighborhood events such as shiny parties, charities and all that jazz that all adults around you liked to attend to keep their network busy and growing while you were playing hide-and-seek with the Leclerc brothers. 

At some point during high school years after your last serious hide-and-seek game, the parties had stopped and yet you and Charles were already tightly bonded for your meetings outside your houses to stop. You watched yourselves grow together being that much of a constant presence into the other’s life. Even when Charles got severe about the whole racing thing, and he was gone most of the times away from home, weekly calls were still on the table, and attending his races became a tradition as well as him attending most of your important life events such as graduation from college, getting your first pay-check, and getting your heart broken for the very first time – although Charles would have preferred to not be a witness to all the pain it caused you, troubling your mind in such a way that you even fought with Charles due to that. 

Right after Charles found out that your boyfriend moved for good from your apartment, the man tried anything within his efforts to keep your mind busy with anything else but not the break-up. Charles was rarely home still as the season begun, but every single time he came back even for two or three days, Charles went out of his ways to plan something for you two to do with or without your other friends.

Movies, plays, camping, road-trips, finishing, laser-tag, dinners, breakfasts – Charles done everything for you to light up a little and to not feel empty and alone all the time. For most of the times, Charles succeeded at first. At least, that was what your best friend thought.

You were faking your smiles in front of Charles to as you did with many of the people back then, trying to enjoy the time you knew your friend planned just for the sake of his own good rather than yours – upsetting Charles was the last thing you wanted to do, yet another person about whom you cared and loved deeply pushed by your behavior was the last thing you intended. You went to whatever Charles booked you tickets for and attended all the mentioned above goings, trying not to upset Charles by not appreciating the man’s efforts, wanting to keep him close. 

That was until the boiling point.

You needed time to get over what was happening and to clear your head on your own pace, and although being around Charles managed to ease the pain – you wanted nothing else right after the break-up rather than to be alone in a caged mind full of what you could have done differently, while Charles’ intentions were to break you completely out of that. 

“You know what you are to Y/N, Charles?” One of your friends was brave and drunk enough once to ask him as they noticed the Monegasque glaring at you across the campfire during one of the times in which Charles booked an entire cabin somewhere far away from the city to get you spending time with your closest friends instead of locking yourself in your apartment as you often did when Charles was away racing, hopping that you will show up at one of his races this season – always having a pass ready for you.  

Without taking his eyes out of you, Charles huffed a short “What exactly?”

“The boyfriend without the rewards.” They spoke, clicking yet another glass of liquor with Charles who now turned to look at his friend with an ironic side-eye, “Don’t look at me like that, man.” They loudly panted back before placing their lips on the edges of the glass and then pulled Charles close to him by one of his shoulders so they can make sure that you and your other friends next to them gathered around the fire were not hearing what it was spoken, “Everyone here knows that it is true – even you two.” They added with a short sigh and an arched eyebrow that questioned Charles on what he was going to do about that.  

“Oh, shut up, asshole.” Charles commented while visibly rolling his eyes even in the dim light of the windy spring summer you were having aside of the cabin, “She just broke up with that dick of a boyfriend of hers, and you are out here talking about boyfriend rewards to me.” He then added, glare now on the one mocking him at his side rather than at you who were attentive enough at the orange sparks that light up the air rather than at the conversation across from them, “I know her since we were like ten – I cannot just stand by and watch her close herself. I am her friend, friends help each other.” Charles added with a loud sigh, knowing that has happened before in the past and knowing how hard it for you was to open again after feeling blue for larger periods of time, “I do not want any rewards.” Charles then stated, drinking part of the liquor in his glass as well before standing up to find a better seat rather than one in which he was questioned regarding his feelings for you. 

Charles’ defensive mode that was just activated by your common friends’ statement was not random. He has been in love with you for years, long before you met your ex-boyfriend, and long before Charles had even realized that is how love was supposed to feel like. That aching yet calming throb of his chest when you glanced at him, and that twist in his stomach when you smiled into his direction. Charles felt them all, and yet there was never the right or enough time to confess them to you.

Racing has always been a priority for Charles to which he fully dedicated first and putting all his other feelings rather than the thirst for winning second, thinking that you will always be there next to him and that maybe, just maybe, you will be the one to make the first step when the right moment will come. Charles thought that you and he had enough time, and when you first told him about that little crush of yours three years ago, that was when he figured out that the assumptions was wrong – you were not willing enough to wait for him until he decides what to prioritize best. 

Fast-forward three years and a couple of weeks later you were standing next to Charles still, but with a broken heart and with the idea that no one, not even him, will have access to your soul ever again. Charles went behind you, placing one of his hands on your right shoulder to tightly squeeze you, announcing that it was him behind to guard you from the wind and no one else – as you were not allowing any man to touch you since your break-up.

You looked up to him as your fingers pressed against Charles’ on your shoulder, “What?” You had asked, watching Charles’ eyes reflect the orange sparks of the fire as he was looking down at you with somewhat of a poignant smile and yet with warmness within the irises of the man’s eyes, “Has anything happened?” 

Charles declined with a nod and then scooped in the chair next to you that was now emptied by one of your friends leaving, everyone knew that the one who could talk you out of your mood was Charles, “Just wanted to check on you.” He then smiled, taking both of your hands to warm in between his own.

Your heart sunk seeing how Charles blew hot air on them to make sure that you were all comfortable, and then it ached again when your friend refused to let them go back into your lap as Charles guarded them with his. You would have wished for him to do that sooner, three years and a couple of weeks sooner to be exact.

As complicated as Charles’ feelings were for you, so were yours.

You were in love with Charles too, or to be more specific you had been in love with him too in the past when you were able to feel something, anything at all. And yet, Charles was never home – not like you would have craved him to be. 

You were not to blame him for that, you were very much very aware of how important racing was for him and you had done nothing but support him through all of it. Still, you would have secretly wished for him to carry a type of lifestyle that selfishly permitted you too to be more than just friends. You were way too needy in the beginning of your twenties and trying to make a move with someone who was barely home was none of your options.

You were in this constant need of attention, need that was fully satisfied by dicks who were from there and who were more than willing to spend every single minute of their day with you having no other things to do rather than drive you completely and utterly crazy over meaningless stupidest things. 

Now that you had lived that kind of a burning love where all you did was fight and make-up, you were mentally kicking yourself in the joint for refusing a calm and soft love that you knew Charles has been always capable of giving you. You wanted that now, and yet you were not ready to open yourself again – not even in front of Charles.  

“I am fine Charles,” You muttered as you glared away from him, millions of thoughts of what could have been pricing your mind, “I am not a child, you don’t have to check on me every five other minutes.” You added with a short roll of eyes, also letting the sarcasm within your bitter tone to go through Charles’ ears. 

“Y/N, I know that you are not a child, and I am not trying to baby sit you I just –” Charles then spotted, your chair loudly being pushed back by you lifting from your seat as you snatched your hands from below Charles’ – that was the tenth time somebody asked you if you were fine that day alone. 

You needed a break, a break that Charles was not willing to give it to you, “I want to sleep Charles.” You breathed, “Can I please go to sleep?” You inquired looking at Charles getting up too, “You don’t have to walk me, I am telling you for the second time – I am fine.” You sharply demanded with a nervous chuckle, and yet it was already too late to play pretend in front of Charles who had figured all your fake laughs and giggles.  

Charles’ already walking up in front of you giving you a glance over his shoulder, challenging you to move and follow him to the cabin meaning that you two had to have a talk alone in between closed doors, leaving your other friends behind to watch the fire still burning up to the sky. 

You huffed as the door to your room closed behind Charles, “Look, Charles – I love you,” You paused, both of your hands resting on the man’s chest as you were looking up at him, “I appreciate all the things you are doing for me, and all the things that you had done for me – I just need space and time for my own stuff now, that’s all.” You softly added, departing inches away from him only for your back to be blocked by one of Charles’ palms that sustained your body close to him. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” He then spoke, “And that’s exactly why I cannot let you out of my sight for now.” Charles muttered with a heavy chest, “I know what you do to yourself once I am gone, they told me everything – the bars, the guys, the alcohol, the loads of work.” He added, voice shaking while his eyes were fixed on you, “You will break at some point, I know you will – you have done it before, and I cannot watch you do it again.” Charles continued, feeling your back tensing beneath the man’s touch, “I can see that you are lonely, and I don’t know how to fix that.” Charles then almost sobbed, eyes softened in a nostalgic type of a sadness that you have seen him looking at you with before. 

You took a deep breath in, glancing away from the man who had eyes only for you. You took two steps back, forcing him to release you from the embrace. Taking your head in both of your hands, you ruffled your hair in nervousness as you spoke, “Why do you always think that you have to fix everything?” You answered back, “Am I that bad that I need to get fixed?” You inquired as you took as many steps as they were needed from Charles not to resist the urge of jumping straight into the man’s arms no matter how much you would have wanted for that mere touch to fix everything for you, “I am not some sort of a patient that you need to find remedies for Charles, and I have never asked you to do so in the first place.” You busted out with your voice cracking, “You don’t see how fucked up that is?” You inquired, tears slowly streaming down to your cheeks now. 

Charles took two steps ahead, and you took two steps behind you, “I am here to help Y/N, I am not trying to get you fixed or to be a prescription to you. I cannot—” 

“That’s the thing Charles.” You interrupted in between the sobs, “You are barely here.” You mumbled glancing once into the man’s direction, “You are away for most of the time, and I cannot just ask you to take care of me two days once in a blue moon when you are back home – that is not healthy for either of us.” You commented after a loud sigh, your cheeks burning and being washed by your fingers helplessly trying to wipe away the tears, “I need you to stop.” You ended, your fingers touching the edges of the widow’s sill for better stability unless you were about to break down completely. 

Heart shattered – right there. Charles’ heart in million pieces. You were slipping in between his fingers again. There were many things that Charles could kept his promise for when it came to you, being there for you all the time was one of the things that he was not able to pledge to you and that caused him another type of hurt. You not being alright was something, you two not being alright was something else – something that cut deep, and something that he did not know how to mend for the better in that very moment, no matter how fast he was searching for the answers in the back of his mind. 

“Don’t you talk to me about what’s healthy and what’s not.” Charles fought back, resting now his right shoulder on one of the room’s walls, “When you are the one who is using all the unhealthy ways of coping after breaking up with a fucking sore loser and rejecting all of the help from anyone who truly do love you back.” Charles uttered and there was a type of spite in the man’s tone and use of voice that you had never encountered before coming from him, “I will let you sleep.” Charles then spoke, watching you shockingly staring at him back, “We will talk about this tomorrow.” He then nodded, putting an even greater distance in between your bodies by completely leaving the room and silently shut the door behind him, leaning on the other side for a minute holding his breath at the top of his lungs before a long release of a sigh, maybe you were right and what you needed was space and time, Charles thought then. 

Tomorrow’s talk never came as Charles got a call the first thing in the morning being announced that he had to switch for an earlier flight to Italy where he had to get ready for the Imola GP and you returned in the city with your other friends after yet another day when you spoke nothing but replayed the words of yesterday’s little clench. Pushing Charles away from you was the last thing that you wanted to do, but that was the right call in the moment – he had to focus on his races, while you had to focus on getting out of the vicious circle that you caught yourself into. After all, it was not Charles’ duty to get you out of trouble – you needed to fix that yourself. 

You thought about apologizing days after you returned to the apartment after you watched Imola’s race, and yet Charles was not picking the phone after what had happened there for him and the team. As much as Charles knew you the best, you knew him too. Watching him spinning and losing points will cause him to not want to talk about right away with you or anyone else, and that gave you part of the same treatment you gave to Charles in the last couple of weeks. 

You thought that will pass, and that Charles will undoubtedly so phone you when he calms down, and when everything goes back to the normal flow of things. And yet, from then on nothing was considered a normal flow of things for Charles. You texted from time to time, but neither of you were ready for a phone call or to meet in flash and bones, you both needed space and time to deal with your own personal things on your own instead of searching for your safety nets. 

Time passed in this matter, and as much as you would have loved to not grow cold with Charles as much as you did with everyone else around you – it happened. Life got busy for the both of you, and days have passed without texts, calls or seeing each other. It was for the very first time in years when you two took a break from your friendship, and maybe that was exactly what was needed. 

You found excuses not to see him when he was back in town, and you even booked a whole entire holiday away from Monaco during his summer break to clean your head from all the working that you have done since the last time you saw him. You were deliberately avoiding Charles, knowing that you two meeting in those fragile states of yours will only do both of you worse than good. And yet, you knew that you cannot avoid Charles for the rest of your lifetime, and neither of you wanted that to happen. 

After the season ended, Charles was home for good for a couple of months that were enough to get his mind off a hell of a season that was, and that was when he found out that you were still out there having not-so-much a lovely time being alone just as you wished back after your break-up. Charles was not the type to give up, especially on you. You were given the space and time you needed from him, and now he was back to take what was his. That is when Charles ambushed you during one of the weekends when you decided to paint the town red with your friends, tagging along too without letting you or anyone know that he will be there. 

Your eyes widened in surprise as you spotted him on the dance floor having the time of his life with a couple of girls, all of them wanting to impress him in all ways known: dancing, flirting, touching. 

“Look who’s back.” One friend spoke, elbowing you as they were already ahead of you to greet Charles and join the group of girls. 

“And in what a fashion.” The other friend laughed, giving you a glance over your shoulder as they joined too, Charles’ arms spread widely to welcome them in a hug. 

“Oh fuck.” You muttered underneath your short breath, Charles’ eyes catching yours in an instant as the man’s attention was switched from the girls to his friends, and then to you – completely and utterly looking astonishing in your little black dress. 

Charles came to you moments after as you stood there perplexed watching him approaching you. Your heart raced, and there was no point in trying to escape the man’s glare on you as he was passing through the crowed with two beers into his hands already to hand you one as a greet. 

“You look great.” Charles spoke, opening one of the beers for you as he took a quick look at you from head to toes. 

“Thanks.” You muttered, taking the beer from his hand to make it your first drink of the night, “You look drunk.” You commented, watching the man’s already ruffled hair and white unbuttoned shirt that you guessed it was not his doing but one of the girls he was dancing with earlier.

Charles’ eyes rolled in annoyance, “Oh come on now Y/N, don’t critique me on this matter – I have heard that you had loads of fun without me here.” He added, bottle on his lips now as he was head bumping on the played song’s rhythm that blasted your ears, “Have fun with me too, come on.” Charles spoke, grabbing you by one of your wrists so you could join the middle of the group too. 

You shortly sighed, and yet you knew that Charles was right. You were in no right or position to tell him to stop drinking, you were the one who has been indulging in this type of behavior for the last couple of weekends. One single beer was enough for you that night to stop as your eyes were curiously searching for Charles each time that your friend left the group to go and fetch another drink for himself. 

Charles was not the type to drink, and you knew this based on all the previous encounters you two had at a party or in a club, or even during casual dinners. Your friend was not the type to hold his alcohol, and Charles stumbling on his feet with one arm around a random girl’s neck while looking at you with lazy sleepy eyes and the start of a hiccup confirmed you once again what you had already known. 

“It was such a fuckery – this season.” Charles drunkenly shouted when you were back to your booth surrounded by only your friends now and no random girls, “I want to forget all about that. So, cheers to that.” He then nodded before taking yet another shot down his throat, being accompanied by all your friends but you, “What’s going on Y/N, not in the mood for drinking tonight?” Charles teased with both eyebrows up and a sly grin, “Everybody in here told me that you are a big fan of it now.” 

You leaned back into your chair with your arms crossed at your chest as you were eyeing him, “Someone has to be sober enough to take you home, Charles.” You replied, giving a sharp look afterwards to all your friends present at the table for spilling the beans to Charles about your recent behavior. 

Charles laughed at your words, “So thoughtful of you, Y/N.” He then replied, chin rested on one of his palms now as he was looking at you with a slight tilt head, “Taking care of me, when you were the one to tell me to stop when I was trying to do the same.” He bittersweetly continued, cueing all your friends that it was time for them to leave you two alone at the booth – everyone knew that you had things to talk about, and none of you wanted to be in the middle of your fight. 

“Charles I—” You began, but your words being cut short right away by one of his fingers waving “no” in the air in front of you after you two were left alone, everyone else suddenly wanting to dance again. 

“Don’t “Charles” me with those eyes of yours, Y/N.” Your friend spoke next to you now as he switched seats so you could hear him better, “I have been nothing but a good friend to you, and all you did was pushing me away when you needed me the most.” Charles helplessly breathed, “And then again, when I needed you the most.” He then added, head resting on your shoulder as Charles’ eyes closed in the comfort of your body being again so close with his, “I have missed you.” 

You closed your eyes too, one of your hands catching his into yours to squeeze it tightly as a sign of even more comfort, “I have missed you too, Charles.” You added after a short breath which Charles’ felt on his forehead, sending shivers down the man’s spine in an instant, “Let’s get you home, and we will talk all about it somewhere where we can actually hear the words.” You chuckled, cupping the man’s face into your hands for him to be attentive at you inches away from your face, “Let’s get it fixed together.” You added, getting the man’s hair out of his eyes with a short brush of fingers, “Whatever we both have to fix.” You laughed, thinking about the many things that has been going sideways in both of your lives lately and the methods in which you could help each other to mend them. 

Charles nodded, but not before placing a short peak on the top of your lips as you two were too close for him not to resist the urge to do so as the man struggled to contest the need of your lips on him too many times in the past. You were taken aback by his sudden move, and yet so deeply happy that he was the one to make the first step.

"I don't want to be the boyfriend without the rewards anymore, Y/N." Charles muttered as you were confused by the words not making any sense to you, "I want all the rewards, love." Charles then mumbled, forehead glued on yours now, waiting for your lips to be back on his to confirm that indeed he will get all the rewards.

You chuckled, nuzzling your nose with him and putting yet another short peak on the man's lips, "You will get them all."

You took him out of the booth with one shoulder across your neck stabilizing the man’s unbalance due to the alcohol, guiding him in a cab and going home together that night with an understatement that everything was going to be alright for the both of you if you were together in this, accepting and returning the soft kisses, warm embraces, forehead kisses and strong clasps of hands.

[grampstaxidermy87]

Pretty boy

Part 2

Pairing: Poly!Lost boys x male!reader/ slight Michael x m!Reader

warning: 18+, heavy smut, oral, face sitting, blowjobs, anal, double penetration,manipulation, biting, blood consumption, group sex, turning, toxic obsession.

An:Hello my lovelies,so sorry for the hiatus! I have started a new semester in school and wanted to focus on that for a bit just to get a steady rhythm. As an apology I have written a nice smut for you all, if you’d like more of this storyline or another type then please feel free to request it!

“You want me to what?”

Michael sighed as he watched me dry my hair, his favorite scent of strawberry in the air as water dripped down onto the ripped t-shirt that I had stolen from him years ago, “My mom's busy and my bike doesn’t want to start, so I kind of need you to drive me to my friends place.” Tilting my head, I debated whether or not I should deny him.

Michael was my best friend, and I cared a lot about him. Probably more than my father would approve of…but lately he had been blowing me off to hang out with some biker gang. Plus, the fact that he’s overall been kind of douchey to me didn’t really make me want to help him, no matter how cute he looked right now with his leather jacket.

“I’m not sure Mikey, can’t your grandpa take you?” I said as I tried to fix up my hair, sighing when it still looked messy no matter what I did.

Michael stood up from where he was sitting on my bed, walking over he stopped once I was staring right at his chest. Forcing me to look up as he crowded my personal space, though that never mattered where either of us were concerned.

Michael grabbed my comb and hair gel from my vanity, Standing just out of view in the mirror.

My breath hitched when he reached up and began fixing my hair for me, I fought back the urge to melt when his cologne hit my nose. Breathing in I smiled slightly when I recognized it, He started wearing it after I mentioned liking it in passing. He didn’t know that I noticed…but I did.

I was so flustered the first time I noticed he used it...so the fact that he still did to this day made my heart soar.

Looking into my eyes I felt like I could die right then and there when his lips quirked into a smirk, giving me a wink that left me breathless.

“There, just the way I like it.” He said stepping back and allowing air to enter my lungs again.

Glancing in the reflection I smiled when I saw the finished product, the same style he’d always do when we hung out. No matter how many times I tried only Michael could get it to look this nice.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so flaky, and that I’ve been a complete ass to you. You didn’t deserve any of that.” His words stunned me, and I looked back at him to see he had his arms crossed with an embarrassed and ashamed expression as he stared at the carpet.

Speechless for what felt like hours I bit my lip and rubbed the back of my neck, while it did hurt Michael and I have known each other since diapers.

This guy knew things about me that no one else did, he was the only one I ever came out to. I loved him with every fiber of my being...and he didn't even know it.

Though I would rather die then tell him that, I wouldn’t risk so many years of friendship just to gross him out and make him hate me in the end.

“Please...don’t worry about it Mikey. I get it, you got new friends. So no hard feelings.” He shook his head as I tried to brush it off, ”I don’t want you to think I’m replacing you,(Y/n). No one could ever replace you, we have been through too much together. It’s just…a lot has been going on and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Softening I placed my hand on his arm, giving him a warm smile that he couldn’t help but to match. “Come on Man, you know me. It’ll take a lot to hurt me.”

He chuckled, "Yea I know, you always were the stronger one out of the two of us. In more ways than one.” He said teasingly taking my bicep in his hand and giving it a squeeze, eyes growing hazy when my heart skipped a beat...staring at my bare neck so intense that I thought he’d bite a chunk out.

Clearing my throat I turned my head away to hide my flustered face.

“S-So uh…should we stop to get drinks for your friends?” He forced a smile at my sudden change of subject and dropped his hand, clenching it at his side. “Sure (N/n).”

———

Hopping out of my truck I looked around with furrowed brows, “I thought you said we were meeting your friends here, this place looks abandoned.” I frowned as Michael merely laughed at my worry and grabbed the two cases of beer from the bed.

Walking around to join my side he nudged my arm with his,“We are, now come on scaredy cat.”

Sighing I tightened my grip on my keys and hurried after him, glancing around worriedly when I saw him climbing down the rotted stairs.

“Michael! Are you sure we should be going down here? There’s a bunch of no trespassing signs.” He stopped nearly causing me to crash into him, worried I looked up to see him lean down towards my face.

“Do you trust me?” He asked in a whisper, and I almost felt like I should say no just to tease him but the softness in his eyes made me falter. “Of course I do Mikey...I wouldn’t put up with you this long if I didn’t.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Then trust me on this, nothing is going to hurt you while I'm around (Y/n). I promise.” With that he turned back and continued his descent. Taking a deep breath, I resisted the urge to turn around and run back to the truck.

“I am so gonna regret this…” I muttered to myself, following him into the wet cave.

“Boys I’m back!” Michael yelled out while I tried to carefully climb down the slippery rocks without falling on my ass in-front of Michaels friends.

Sadly, I was destined to be a complete fool. Just as I went to take that last big step my shoe slipped out from under me, Gasping I threw my hands out in an attempt to at least protect my face and waited for the incoming pain.

But it never came.

“Woah look guys! I caught a fallen Angel!” Strong arms held me securely as my face was pressed against a meshed fabric.

Looking up I felt my face burn up when I saw the handsome man who had caught me staring down with a devilish smirk, "How cute, you already fell for me babe." He winked making me gulp.

Standing up straight I immediately stepped out of his arms, confused as to why I felt a pull in my chest when he looked slightly disappointed.

"T-Thanks for catching me man." His frown was quickly replaced by a charming grin, "No problem, Angel. Couldn't let a pretty boy like you get hurt and ruin a face like that." The way he said that...entrancing eyes looking up and down my body. It should have made me self-conscious, but instead I kept thinking about the way his skin felt against mine.

"I appreciate it, I'm (Y/n). Michael's friend." He hummed, distracted by the way my lips moved. Taking my hand when I offered, he pulled me close and spoke lowly into my ear, "Names Paul, but you could just call me yours handsome."

Blushing I heard a throat clear pulling my attention away from the handsome blonde rocker.

Michael glared at Paul from his spot on the couch, a look I had never seen on him before covered his face. I could swear it looked like jealousy.

I felt guilty by how much that look affected me, as I shifted my jeans to try to ignore my drifting thoughts.

"(Y/n), come meet the others." He said and I began walking away from Paul, who licked his lips as he looked me up and down.

"Yeah Paul don't hog Mikey's friend, I want to meet the guy he’s been bragging about." A curly haired man with the face of a cherub approached me first, holding out his hand as he mimicked Paul's earlier actions. Blue eyes tracing over every curve before meeting mine.

"My names Marko, unlike twisted sister I am way cooler." Taking his hand I chuckled at his teasing remark, He shot the others a cocky look for having made me laugh first.

"It's nice to meet you Marko, I love your jacket by the way." His smile widened as he shifted the jacket, " Thanks man, I sewed it together myself!" Proudly showing off his hard work, he twirled around to allow me to look over all the patches and details.

"That's amazing! I wish I could make something that cool." He rubbed his neck as he suddenly became shy, "I could teach you sometime if you want?" I nodded enthusiastically, "I would love that." We stood there for a moment smiling at each other with comfortable silence.

A shadow loomed over as another presence stepped close between us, I tried to hide my shock at the mere presence of such a handsome man. With his bare chest and dark eyes staring into my very soul, I could feel my knees grow weak when he smiled, looking quite happy to finally have my attention on him.

"Been looking forward to Michael finally bringing you around, I'm Dwayne. If the terror twins make you uncomfortable, let me know." His words were spoken so genuinely but that deep voice of his sent shivers down my spine. Swallowing as my throat went dry, I nodded, "Thank you, I appreciate that...Dwayne."

It was hard to ignore the way his lips pulled into a devilish smirk when I spoke his name, tilting his head as he too looked over my shorter form.

I was the same height as Marko but shorter than the handsome giant, I wondered what it would feel like if he completely swallowed me up in his muscular arms. Just the thought of pressing up against that toned chest made me nearly drool.

I took in a sharp breath when a leather gloved hand grazed my hip,Having slipped through the slit of my muscle shirt. They stepped up close so that their chest was fit perfectly against my back. Was the person sniffing my hair?

For some reason I didn't find myself minding as much as I probably should.

"My turn Kitten, I'm David. I hear you’re the smart one out of your little duo, Has Michael told you about me?" My body melted at the compliment added by the delicious sound of his husky voice, I shivered when his breath hit my ear.

"Y-Yes..." I cursed myself for stuttering, but the way he chuckled made it hard to care. "Good things I hope." Gulping I tried not to melt as his other hand circled my waist until it hovered on my pelvis, toying with the button of my jeans as I turned my head to him. I almost regretted it when I was greeted with those intense blue eyes and mind melting smirk.

"Nothing bad, Promise." I said sparing a glance towards Michael who had stood up the moment he realized David approached me.

He glanced worriedly between us, and unlike with Paul it wasn't jealousy I saw in his eyes...it was fear.

I hand on my chin pulled my attention back to David, "Good, wouldn't want you to have the wrong impression of me." I shivered against his grip that tightened on my waist, staring at his lips that seemed to grow closer and closer to my own.

“David.” Michael said sternly,clenching his jaw tight as he watched us.

There was a collective growl from the others while David didn’t even spare the Emerson boy a glance,his attention solely on me.

“You like Chinese, kitten?” He asked suddenly, catching me off guard.

Raising my brows I tried to collect myself, “L-Love it.” He smiled in content,”Looks, brains, and enjoys our favorite food. You got the whole package,Think we found ourselves a keeper boys.”

Paul and Marko voiced their agreements while Dwayne merely raised a brow, watching me with a strange look in his eyes that made me shift as my pants grew tighter.

I could have died right then and there when his eyes closed,his hands clenching at his side as he took a deep breath. David smirked when he saw his friends reaction,time to get the ball moving.

“Marko,food.” Marko groaned at David’s command but knew better than to argue,sending me a wink before running off to the entrance of the cave.

“David,we need to talk.” Michael huffed walking over,David looked unimpressed but sighed. “Keep our guest company, I won’t be long Kitten.” David gave me a warm smile,slowly sliding his grip across my body.

Dragging his gloved hand agonizingly over my stomach as it slid under my shirt before stepping away completely. Once looking away from me a dangerous air surrounded him as he stalked towards the Emerson boy, leading Michael off through a hidden passage in the back.

Paul walked over and plopped down on the couch Michael previously claimed and patted the spot next to him, And as if someone was controlling me I walked over with no resistance and sat down beside him with enough space between us to be comfortable. But for Paul that simply wouldn’t do.

He shifted closer until our sides were pressed snuggly together,he looked to Dwayne who wasted no time in sitting on the other side. Successfully caging me in between as he put an arm around the back of the couch behind me,leaned in close as the stretched position made his jacket open wide and show off his bare chest.

It was painfully hard not to ogle at his muscles when they were right in my face, I had to look towards Paul just to try and avoid the temptation.

No matter how much I wanted to grope those beautiful pecs of his.

After a half hour of chatting I began to feel as if I had known these boys for years, it was so easy to talk to them and it actually seemed like they actually cared about what I was saying. Every story shared was met with playful quips, pity when needed, and overall more interaction than I was used to.

Dwayne had left a few minutes ago to check in on David and Michael, leaving me completely alone with the blonde rocker.

“So (Y/n), you gotta tell me. What’s a smokin hot guy like you doing with a square like Michael?” Paul asked suddenly after I had just finished a story about my first time surfing in Santa Carla when I accidentally caused a surf nazi to crash and therefore have been avoiding the boardwalk.

“Hm? Well Michael and I have been friends since diapers, our moms were really close so it was inevitable that we were as well. Being the same age and all.” I stated setting my now empty beer can on the ground with the other boys pile.

He hummed with a small smile on those enticing lips,the mixture of weed and alcohol along with his touchy nature was driving me crazy, “I get it,explains why he’s so protective of you.”

I shrugged,much too distracted by his hands massaging my legs that he had pulled onto his lap at some point. His hands were magical, tenderly working through every aching muscle,”Why else would he hide you from us…though now that i see how hot you are,it’s not hard to tell why.”

My eyes widened when he leaned close to my face, not even attempting to hide his growing lust as he bit his lip. “You’re so hot and yet adorable, if I were him I’d keep you all to myself too. He knew once we got a taste of a pretty boy like you we would never let you go.”

His hand squeezed my thigh and I couldn’t stop the moan that left my mouth,slapping a hand over it I looked away in shame.

“Oh come on baby, don’t be shy. I wanna hear more.” Paul’s hand moved higher up my leg,fingers now terrifyingly close to the growing bulge beneath my tight pants.

Gulping I grabbed his wrist before it could go any higher, shame filling my chest when I realized how horny I was getting having a guy who was a complete stranger to me an hour ago touching me like this. A really hot guy, but a stranger nonetheless.

It was wrong…so why did it feel so right?

“I-I should check on Mi-“ Looking up I gasped when the blonde swooped in and captured my lips, I was even more surprised when I didn’t even try to fight back.

Instead my hand tangled in his hair as he moved to between my legs and squeezed my hips,pressing me harder into the arm of the couch. Though i didn’t mind too much as I added tongue to the kiss,earning a happy hum in response.

Pulling away he tugged my shirt off and started his assault on my neck, kissing and nipping at any flesh he could reach.

It was mind numbing how good at this he was, hands groping me as if he’s done it a thousand times before as his hard bulge started grinding against my ass.

He knew my body before he even knew me.

And I loved it.

Moving down from my now hickey covered neck, Paul kissed my chest…then my stomach…then my waist…before laying on his front between my thighs as his cheek laid on one. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, “Please..let me taste you, I’ll make you feel so good baby! I promise.”

With the way he was begging how could I refuse him,the look I was giving him was all the consent needed as Paul flashed me a feral grin before pressing his lips against my bulge. Mouthing at it through the fabric without a care in the world,hands quick in the way they unbuckled and unzipped my pants and yanked them down along with my boxers. I let out a sigh of relief for having been freed,earning a chuckle from the blonde.

My thighs squeezed his head by reflex when his breath hit my now bare shaft,the tip was probably leaking with precum by now. But I couldn’t find it in me to care much when his nose pressed against it and took a deep breath in,”Oh fuck man,you smell fucking delicious..”

Yup, I was going to die in a wet cave with an insanely hot dude sucking my dick…honestly not a bad way to go.

When his tongue hit my shaft I accidentally squeezed his head again now keeping him trapped between my thighs.

“Fuck yea,suffocate me baby!” His loud voice against my sensitive dick made me moan out into the quiet cave,the strange sensation making me nearly cum then and there.

The blonde looked up and licked his lips when he saw the dazed and wanting expression I had as I stared down at him,it sent an almost painful wave of lust throughout his body.

“Bon appetite.” He pressed a kiss to the tip and listened to my moans before gently grabbing the base,giving it a stroke as he watched my reaction so he could memorize every expression. Licking his lips he gave it a test lick and almost lost control when he realized he was going to become addicted to my taste.

His mouth salavated when he wrapped his lips around the head,swallowing me down until the tip was hitting the back of his throat. “F-Fuck! Holy fuck! Do you not have a g-gag reflex?!” I moaned out in pleasure and shock as he hummed around my cock only causing me to shiver with ecstasy.

A small click of something opening hit my ears but before I could question it I felt a cold substance covered finger probe at my ring of muscle, his eyes squinted with a hint of his smile as he continued swelling me down like a starving beast.

Skilled fingers slid inside of me slowly making a guttural moan leave my body, god it had been too long since another person had down this that I had almost forgotten how good it felt.

“Oh god keep going!” I yelled grabbing two fistfuls of his fluffy mullet and thrusting my hips back and forth trying to get more friction,his nose pressing against my pelvis repeatedly as he allowed me to use him in a way that left him grinding his own Dick against the couch cushion.

Biting my lip I began panting as his hand thrusted harder and faster after adding another finger,further stretching me so deliciously.

Letting my head fall back onto the arm of the couch my eyes drifting off and freezing when I noticed Dwayne standing in the dark hallway he had disappeared into earlier, His arms were crossed over his chest and he silently watched,a smirk growing on those plump lips when he realized he had been spotted.

Sending me a wink he kept eye contact as one of his hands reached down and began palming himself through his tight jeans.

“Holy shit...”

Paul grew oddly jealous when he noticed my attention was no longer on him, releasing my cock with a pop he irgnored my whine as he also slipped his fingers out.

Confusion only lasted a second until I realized he was shedding off his clothes before sliding between my thighs again with nothing but his mesh shirt.

His cock was mouthwatering to look at, long with a slight curve. He was definitely bigger than the last guy I fucked and yet I didn’t feel scared,In fact I felt my own Dick twitch with anticipation at just the thought of it inside of me.

As if reading my mind he stared down at me with feverish eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard baby, okay?”

Dumbly all I could do was nod causing him to grin,”Good boy.” Grabbing his shaft he lined it up with my hole,slowly pushing the head in as it began to stretch the muscle.

Once the head entered fully we both grunted at the tightness,pain and pleasure mixed beautifully together as I held onto his shoulders as he leaned over me and pressed our foreheads together.

Grabbing my hips I didn’t care that his nails were digging into his skin.“That’s it baby, devour my cock!” Paul purred grinding easily as more entered until his hips were settled against my asscheeks. His head fell back in pleasure biting his lips as he shamelessly moaned. “Oh fuck,you’re so tight. Fuck if only you could feel this right now Marko!” He huffed followed by my gasp when he pulled back the till only the tip was in and slammed his hips into me again.

I almost didn’t hear him but a looming shadow over me caught my attention,looking up I saw Marko grinning down at me.”I should be mad you got to him first but I have a better idea.”

My eyes widened in shock and I opened my mouth to speak only for him to straddle my chest,”Fuck you’re so hot,DollFace.” That lust from before came back in full as he undid his belt,pushing down both his paints and boxers to reveal his weeping cock. Where Paul’s was long and angular his was long and thick, his hand pumped it as he stared down at me with heavy lust.

“Been waiting for this since the second you entered the cave, couldn’t wait to stuff my cock down that tight throat of yours.” I panted at both his words and Paul’s Dick pummeling my ass me as he used me to his content,grabbing Marko’s waist the blonde nipped at the others ear. “Don’t hold back Marko, (Y/n) can take it.”

Marko’s grin was feral as he pressed the head against my lips,”Wasn’t planning on it.” Opening my mouth I sucked on the head making him throw his head back onto Paul’s shoulder with a loud moan,not caring who heard.

Grabbing his thighs to stabilize him I licked the underside before sucking him in more,enjoying his sweet taste as I tried to bob my head from the awkward position.

Realizing my struggle he leaned forward and out of Paul’s grasp, grabbing onto the arm of the couch which was a much better positing as he began thrusting into my mouth. Moving my hands to his ass i groped the plump flesh and smiled against his cock when the action earned a whimper that sent heat to my gut.

Shutting my eyes at the sensory overload I felt a hand brush through my hair,peaking over I saw Dwayne knelt beside us with a smirk as he watched Marko rapidly thrust with no mercy. One glance down was all it took to notice he was hard too,thinking was hard right now but I soon came up with an idea.

Reaching over I put my hand over his bulge, his jaw clenched and he grunted when I squeezed.

“Fuck,are you sure..?” He asked and while I couldn’t nod I instead moved my hand to the waistband of his pants and he got the hint.

He smirked and got to work on undoing his pants and freeing himself just as Marko had,my eyes widened when I saw just how girthy he was. The man was packing a monster for sure, the sheer size dwarfed my hand when I wrapped it around the base and gave it a few strokes just to see how he’d react.

His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a sinful moan,one that would make even Lucifer blush. It was purely guttural mixed with a growl as he grabbed my wrist and used my hand as a flesh-light, I tightened my grip a bit and hummed in delight when I saw both him and Marko shiver.

Deciding to take a bit of control back I began thirsting up to meet Paul’s hips he cried out in pleasure and grabbed my hip and the back of the couch for support as i mercilessly fucked him.

Hallowing my cheeks Marko whimpered and took a hand full of my hair as Dwayne sat up a bit to kiss him,it was so hot to watch as the two fought for dominance.

Just as Marko was about to win I swallowed him down more until his tip hit the back of my throat,His mouth opened in a silent cry giving Dwayne the chance to take over. Biting Marko’s lip he grabbed his nipple through his ripped tank and pinched,resulting in Marko’s hips faltering.

My hand continued it’s pumping and soon enough all three made sounds that let me know they were close.

“Fuck guys…I-I can’t..” Marko pulled away from Dwayne and glanced back at Paul who was panting heavily as his hips thrusted at a quick pace,”Neither can I,he’s feels so good! Fuck he’s so tight he’s gonna milk me!”

Dwayne grunted in agreement,clenching his eyes shut tight when my pace got faster. “I’m gonna kill Michael for hiding him from us this long.”

While I should be upset at Dwayne for threatening My best friend I was on cloud nine right now,lightly I raked my teeth against Marko’s cock and that was all he needed.

“Ah! F-Fu..” he yelled as he finally came,cumming straight down my throat as I tried to swallow every last drop.

He pulled out his now flaccid dick and sat back on my chest,he turned to Dwayne and watched as he too reached his climax. Strings of white shooting up and hitting us both on the face and chest,Dwayne almost grew hard again when I lifted my hand up to my mouth and licked off his thick cum and moaned at the taste.

“Come on baby,I want you!” Marko slipped off my chest and they all were surprised when I shot up and tackled Paul back on the couch, straddling him as I bounced on his lap. Forcing him to thrust harder and harder as i wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Ah! Hah! Fuck guys…h-He..Ah..is amazing.” Paul moaned out before nipping and licking my ear. “Keep going baby,harder!” Grabbing my dick he pumped it to match the thrusts,so deep in my own pleasure I didn’t notice the way his eyes glowed and his mouth aimed for my shoulder.

Only for his teeth to sink into a wrist instead, his eyes widened and he saw David hovering behind me with a harsh glare.

Slipping his teeth back out he chuckled, “H-Hi Davey.” Far too drowned out in pleasure I merely glanced back at him causing his frown to melt into a smirk.

“Looks like the boys have been keeping you entertained,pretty boy.” He mused seeing me nod as I went back to fucking myself on Paul’s Dick as the blonde squealed with pleasure.

“Fuck…he’s so good David.” Marko said biting his thumb as they all watched,David hummed and began shedding his jackets and tossing the on the other side of the couch.

“Perhaps I’ll have to see for myself, Huh kitten?” Nodding I licked a stripe up Paul’s neck making him vibrate with shivers.

David grinned and made quick work of releasing his cock,settling on the couch behind me his leather gloves were cold against my skin when he grabbed my asscheeks and gave them a squeeze.

He laughed cruelly when I leaned back against his touch searching for more, “Now now (Y/n),patience. I’ll be fucking you dumb soon enough.” He said lowly in my ear as he wrapped himself around me and grinded against my ass,thrusting to meet Paul’s. And I felt myself wishing he would just slip it in as well…that thought surprised me but I had never felt this horny before.

“David…” I moaned reaching back and grabbing the back of his neck,turning my head towards him I tried to kiss him only for his lips to move out of reach. “Words Kitten,what do you want me to do to you?”

I playfully bit my lip,enjoying the way his eyes followed the action.

“Fuck me..kiss me…use me.” His beautiful blue orbs darkened and he grinned,”With pleasure.”

He surged forward and captured my lips in a heated kiss, unlike with Dwayne and Marko there was no fighting for dominance. David was on top and that was final, and I was more than okay with that.

He licked my lips as he pulled back when his fingers lapped up some of Dwayne's cum and used it as lube to lather his own cock,”Think you can handle both of us Kitten, wouldn’t want to break you.”

I couldn’t tell if he was taunting me or not,but honestly right now I couldn’t care less. I just knew I needed them both inside me,to feel the fullness of both of them pounding into me was all I wanted.

“Please~ I can h-Handle it!” His eyes darkened with lust as he shared a look with the others, “I knew he’d be perfect.” I heard Dwayne say as he stood hovering over Paul’s shoulder,leaning on the back of the couch as he closely watched.

“Alright then pretty boy, since you begged so nicely.” Mercilessly he forced himself past the ring of muscle,squeezing inside until he was pressed firmly alongside Paul. They both grunted at the sensation while I could only hold onto them with my jaw hanging open in pure bliss.

Never had I felt so full before, it was incredible to the point where I doubted I could ever feel satisfied masturbating again after this.

“F-Fuck..so tight.” David grunted pressing his face into the side of my neck as he gritted his teeth. “David…Ah…Harder.” A sadistic grin formed against my neck as a deep chuckle rumbled against my back, even Paul looked slightly tightened by whatever his leader was about to do. Seeing as how his poor dick would also be affected in the crossfire.

“Pretty boy likes it hard Huh? Well who am I to deny you.” With a tightening grip on my waist he began thrusting harder than before…much harder.

Paul gasped out just as I did, struggling to keep up with the platinum blonde despite his best efforts. He was too close to his orgasm, Moaning like a bitch in heat at both my tight warm cavity and David’s unrelenting pace against him.

“Holy shit…where have you boys been all my life?” Marko chuckled at my question, watching me yank Paul’s head back by his hair so I could lick and nibble at his throat. “We’ve been here doll, but don’t worry we have all the time in the world to catch up.”

If I had been in a better state of mind I might have noticed the dark meaning behind those pretty words, but pleasure racked my mind like a drug. All I wanted was for them to consume my mind body and soul until I was completely theirs.

Michael didn’t even cross my mind even as Paul finally succumbed to his pleasure, “Ah! Fuck baby!” He groaned dropping his head onto my chest as his cum poured into my hole, filling it until it was squelching out and onto his lap.

David however was far from done, and the second Paul pulled out He was falling back with me on his lap,back pressed against him as he continued to thrust up. “You’re ours now (Y/n), join us and you’ll feel this pleasure for the rest of eternity.” His hands were everywhere, my hips,my Dick,my throat. His hips stopped in their assault waiting for my answer, and being so blinded by my lust for them I couldn’t think of any other choice but to agree, “Yes! yes! Just please let me cum!”

His feral grin sent shivers down my spine as he motioned for Marko to grab something, I didn’t see what he and the others were doing as I buried my face into the side of David’s head. Moaning into his ear I could feel his dick twitch inside me as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, my brows furrowed when I saw a gold chalice being held to my lips.

“Drink this, be ours and I will let you cum (Y/n). You will never be left behind or forgotten, we will love you and cherish you. All you have to do is drink.” His words struck a chord deep inside of me,bringing tears that fell as his striking blue eyes softened.

“I want to be loved.” I said as I felt a hand brush the tears from my cheeks, looking up I saw Dwayne hovering over us as he cupped my face in his strong hands . “You will be, we take care of what’s ours. Don’t you want to be ours baby boy?” His face grew closer to mine as he and David caged me between them.

David’s lips whispered praising words into my ear while Dwayne placed gentle kisses along my collarbone as the chalice grazed my lips, they all knew they had won the second I shut my eyes and parted my lips.

“That’s my good boy.” David purred as he tipped the chalice and let the crimson liquid inside pour slowly into my mouth.

It tasted indescribable as my tongue tingled, it slid down my throat until I had drank every last drop. Only then did David pull it away and pass it to someone off to the side.

“You did so good baby boy, now the real fun begins.” The thrusting returned with it’s brutal pace, making me yelp and moan as I felt my lower stomach twist and beg for release.

“That’s it,scream for me kitten.” David grabbed my chin and forced it towards him as he captured my lips in a fiery kiss.

Our audience all watched with matching grins as we were so close to the end, parting with a gasp David licked my lips before switching positions.

My face was pressed down onto the couch as he draped over my back, “Come on baby boy, milk me dry!” He roared biting into my shoulder and making me gasp in ecstasy. It burned in the best way, finally pushing me over the edge as cum shot out and pooled on the cushions.

David wasn’t far behind as his teeth left my shoulder and he grunted, his cum mixing with Paul’s as he too came. Sliding out he motioned for someone to get something to clean me up.

Heavy breaths echoed in the quiet cave, a hand petting my hair as I came down from my high made me smile. Marko’s handsome face held a Cheshire grin while his fingers brushed over my scalp, “Welcome to the family Doll, we’re all gonna have so much fun together.”

Feeling my eyelids grow heavy I nodded in agreement, “W-What about Michael?” David turned my tired body onto my back and taking my chin he leaned down till our lips were a mere inch apart, “Forget about Michael, he had his chance but you belong to us now.” His lips grazed mine teasingly as he growled.

“Rest now, we have much to discuss tomorrow.” I didn’t have the energy to argue as I felt my consciousness leave me.

“Our sweet boy.”

———

“(Y/n)! Come on wake up!”

Michael frantically tried to wake me,but it seemed useless as I merely groaned with displeasure and further burrowed into the nest of blankets.

“We have to leave, I should have never brought you here! Wake up!” A dark chuckle met his panicked words making the brunette boy jump and whip around in fear.

“I thought I warned you to stay away Michael.” David was fully dressed again, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he eyed the Emerson boy.

“I’m not leaving without him!” David couldn’t help but to laugh, pulling his cigarette away he stalked over tauntingly slow and blew the smoke into Michaels face.

Smirking as he winced before a frown formed, “You did your job by bringing him to us, now I have no use for you. (Y/n) belongs to us now, I suggest you forget about him and leave while I still have mercy on you.”

Tossing the cigarette onto the ground he stomped it out before pushing past the half and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. Michael clenched his fists at his sides and turned to storm out of the hidden room they had stored me in, close to their den so they could always check on me without fear of the sunlight.

“He loved you too you know, how cruel you were leaving him in the dust. Not to worry,we’ll take good care of him.” Michael froze eyes wide before h shook his head,”This isn’t over David, I’ll be back for him and I wont stop until his is safe. Even if it means killing you.”

David looked amused by the threat, like Michael was just a mere child who was throwing a tantrum because he didn’t get his way. “Goodbye Michael.”

He listened as michaels footsteps disappeared from the cave entirely before standing again, peeling his jacket he tossed it on a chair before slipping into bed behind me. Wrapping an arm around my waist he pulled me into his chest with a content hum.

“David?” I mumbled, drowsy from sleep as David merely pulled me closer and looked over the his and the boys many bite marks that claimed me as theirs. “Go back to sleep kitten, I’ve got you.” He licked his and smirked as I shivered.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow, rest now. You’ll need the energy.” With that promise in mind he watched as I finally fell back asleep safely wrapped in a monsters arms.

If only I knew what fate was laid before me when I woke up.

[vicxy]

Pick a Card reading: Choose a Tomie Kawakami.

Hello everybody! This is my very first PAC to make up for how I couldn’t release the MC game today. I hope this doesn’t flop because it’s my first time but please give me feedback on whether it resonated! The topic is: what do you need to hear right now? / your past, present, and future. There will be three piles, 1-3 from top to bottom. (Sorry I can’t figure out how to put them side by side)

Choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to. Happy reading, good day!

☾ Pile 1

Some of you could be very carefree and playful, especially as children. 6, or 222 might be important numbers for you. Some water and fixed energy here, Scorpio, Leo, Sun dominants. Even if you weren't innocent or playful when you were young, there is quite an air of youthfulness to people here. Some of you are quite idealistic. I'm also seeing cancer moon, cancer placements. Some of you are quite dedicated and hardworking people. Taurus placements too. I feel like in the past, you could have been somebody who is trustworthy and has strong morals and integrity, and I really admire you for that. These qualities will help you in life, so keep it up! Right now, several areas of your life could be coming to an end, and some of you might feel like entering a new stage in your life. You might not like the new changes that are coming, but in the future, you will look back and appreciate it. Some of you might have gone through a betrayal recently, I sense some friendship problems. Please stay optimistic, I see opportunities for this pile to be meeting new people, perhaps even making new connections and friends. Once some of you have accepted the fact that changes are coming, you will continue growing and thriving. To those who have been putting in effort or taking the initiative, you will reap what you sow. The word "strict" popped into my head, that could mean something for some of you. Some advice for you now are: Some of you might be in an argument with somebody, or somebody has triggered you. This is a sign not to let it slide- think deeper; is there anything that needs to be healed here? Or, what do you want others to see? For some of you, there might be something you are called to do or pulled towards. Trust the feeling, let loose, and have some fun. For some others, you might be ignoring a niggling feeling that something is wrong. This could snowball into a big problem, so please watch out.

☾ Pile 2

Neptune, Pisces placements or dominants here. Some of you could be very indecisive or were indecisive. Aries energy, maybe venus or moon. Some people here should be more open minded; or else they could be missing precious opportunities being presented to them. Some moon energy here, Sagittarius suns maybe? Some of you can be optimistic and hopeful people, you have won many battles in life. Maybe some of you have 1H or prominent Pluto. For those of you who are mistrustful of others, there might be someone coming in that might change your view on life soon. I see water, waves, maybe some of you like water / beaches or have been somewhere near there before. Some people here could have a maternal figure who played quite a huge role in their lives. Perhaps you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, or at the very least in a financially stable family. Either way, you didn't really have to worry about money. Some of you could also be nurtured well in your childhood. Some of you might have Libra in your 11h, or have many friends and connections. You are kind and compassionate as well. Some of you could be dealing with an air sign or are an air sign, especially Aquarius. Some of you might feel trapped or cornered, in a seemingly inescapable situation. Don't fret, this situation might be overcome soon. Someone might come to help you or unexpected things could happen. In the future, you might get a sudden inheritance or windfall, but I also see a failed relationship. There could also be a situation where you have to take sides; remain neutral until you have clearer information. Additional advice: Some of you could be on the verge of a spiritual awakening or have gone through on already. If some of you get new opportunities, accepting them might reap good rewards. To those who are in touch with their spirit guides, they want you to know that they are always ready and willing to help you. They might send you signs or you could see some signs, pay very close attention to what the universe is trying to tell you. Some of you can be dealing with toxic people, especially energy vampires. These people are not worth your time and you should cut them off. They are dimming your light. Lastly, a few of you should try expressing yourself more, do something you like. Maybe through writing, singing, art. There could also be a situation making you uncomfortable, speak up about it. I saw some green and Chanel for this pile, if that's any indicator.

☾ Pile 3

More Leo / Fire energy here. Some of you could be really jovial people :) Libra moon or mercury, and air placements here. Jupiter dominants. Some of you are calm, but passive and non confrontational. Fair too. 4 or 19 could be important numbers for you. I see blue as well. Aries, Virgo, Venus and Mercury energy here. In the past, some of you might have gone through many hardships to get to where you are today. Most of you could be well to do or born into a good family. The good thing is, you don't boast or be arrogant about it, and I like that humble attitude. Some Cancer here. Some of you could have a strong female figure come into your life soon, they would likely influence you in a lot of ways. I just know some of you are in denial about something, face it or else it'll come back to bite you in the ass. This could be about love as well, some of you are catching feelings. Take a break and get in touch with your intuition and feelings, don't be rash. Uranus dominance for some of you? New adventures and opportunities are coming along, good luck with that! Take the initiative, and don't let your fears get you down! For others there could be a major event happening in your life soon. Additional advice: Some of you might have to face something or do something that requires your courage and bravery. You should look at your fears in a better light and let it point you in a direction you should go. This pile is quite unsure as well. Some of you don't feel ready to do something; go for it! It could potentially break an unhealthy cycle in your life. Others could be meeting a new person who will become very dear to you, (be it in a romantic or platonic way.) Be yourself and they will find you. Lastly, some of you should let your friends support you instead of shouldering everything yourself. This could also mean you need to expand your friend circle.

aight I'm finally done, I have a feeling this is very messy and I'm getting cold feet so I'm gonna hide in a corner while you guys read this :')

I do accept constructive criticism and feedback so send it in if you would like. Thank you for taking the time to read this, I did my best and I hope it's up to everyone's standards. :)

[owo-shenanigans]

Sorry sorry apologies for sending so many characters!!

Kiyotaka, Nekomaru, and Fuyuhiko then a h a

With a delinquent s/o that doesn't take anyone's shit but is the sweetest person to their lover.

Like they'll wack someone to shut them up and then be cuddling into their lover like a cat five minutes later.

Just a sweetheart who isn't afraid to give a punch

Again so sorry for sending too many characters before, I hope this is alright!!

×Vex ∆

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Lol its fine, not many people read my rules anyway. MC is kind of an asshole because. That’s how delinquents are.

Kiyotaka, Nekomaru and Fuyuhiko dating a delinquent

(CWs; mentions of bullying, beating people up, break ups)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

You two probably started talking because he kept giving you detention for hitting people.

"Y/N! Why on earth did you punch Asahina!"

"She was being a pain in the ass. Who cares about her diet?"

He drags a hand down his face and gives his usual answer, even though you've been in detention enough to get a frequent flier card.

If you two get together he's going to get on your case about not breaking the rules and being more polite to everyone.

If you punch Hina in the face and make her cry again, he'll lecture you in place of your date.

Don't try to hide it and pretend that you've changed to his face. That would probably be a deal breaker for him if he found out you were still beating people up behind his back and telling him that you had stopped.

Even if you're hitting assholes, unless you're punching Teruteru into the sun for his general actions he'll still tell you that violence should be a last resort.

Overall…… if you don't want to change, you two wouldn't make a great couple. But if you're willing to pull it back, you'd be a really nice couple!

Nekomaru Nidai

Okay yeah this man gives no fucks

As long as you aren't beating people up without consent he doesn't care at all.

"Nekomaru! Your partner is brawling with Akane!" Yells Kiyotaka. "I know! Why do you think I'm getting clean towels!" He booms in response, and Taka can't think of a response.

If you nestle yourself into his arms after a fight he'll love it. He loves the smell of people being active and sweat is one of those things.

If you punch down, though, to people who can't fight back, that's when he gets unhappy. He'll straight up hold you back from them and hold talks between you and him to find out why you're doing it.

He doesn't appreciate the double standard, either- people will tell him how you're acting, and if enough people do so he'll sit down with you and find out the truth.

He has an extremely low tolerance for bullies in my opinion, so he wouldn’t try and fix you. Either you shape up and stop bruising Mikans shins when she stutters too much or you’re done.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Oh boy.

You were probably threatening some kid for their lunch when he passed by, but the fact that he didn’t try and stop you or just look away nervously piqued your interest.

Of course, the first time you tried to talk to him you tried to kabe don him and Peko ripped you away and trapped you on the ground as she assumed you were trying to threaten him.

Once the misunderstanding is cleared up and you two get together, he doesn’t give two shits about what you do. If they didn’t want to get hit, they should learn to defend themself. Not his problem.

He really likes the affection, probably, but don’t do it in public or where his family can see. He’ll be incredibly embarrassed and shove you away if you do so anyway.

Toxic masculinity babyyy!!

Peko, who would never admit it on pain of death, worries a tad about you two. At least it’s helping prepare Fuyuhiko for taking on the role of the leader…?

[shootingstarwritings]

Couples Therapy

Marcus glanced at his client before going back to his notes. As usual, it was a young woman who looked as though she was on the verge of tears after giving him a mile-long list of grievances towards her husband. For the first few years, everything was like an eternal honeymoon until the two began to drive the other crazy. From the little info Marcus had, the blame seemed to rest on two personalities that didn't feel like compromising—as it usually was.

However, compromises didn’t put food on Marcus’ table, so it was in his best interest to pin the blame all on the husband. “Like my services advertise,” he told the wife, Julia, while sliding a sheet of his talents over to her, “I can fix your marriage to be as blissful as it was on your wedding night. All I need is your consent and I can shape your lover as you need him to be.”

The tears soon dried up. "Um, huh…?" Julia grew sheepish as her eyes skimmed over the sheet. Not good. "Shape him? My friend said your type of work was unique, but changing my husband…? I didn't hear anything about that."

Tilting his head, Marcus said, "Did you not notice how your friend's partner changed? He was happier, more agreeable, and far more pleasant overall. Always carried a strong conversation and had the manners of a perfect gentleman. Don't you want the same for your husband?"

“I-I thought you just gave them counseling!” Julia stood up from her chair, hands clasping her purse as though Marcus was a violent, money-hungry criminal. “This is crazy. A-And, honestly absurd. I'll have no part in this lunacy!"

“So you’re okay with your husband’s divorce?”

Julia stopped just before her hand reached the door. Though she didn't turn around, she said, "What do you mean?" Her voice was tinged with fear despite her attempts to hide it.

“When you made your appointment, I did a little digging on your husband,” said Marcus, lying as naturally as he breathed. “Digging into his soul, of course. My abilities allow me to do so.”

He stood up and strode over to Julia. “He’s growing increasingly dissatisfied with your union. Every little action, every little word, every little annoyance from you pushes him more and more towards the arms of another.” While Marcus remained stone-faced, he was smirking inside as beads of sweat cascaded down Julia’s brow. 

Perfect.

“A young woman your age already divorced? What will the neighbors think? Your friends? Your family? But,” he shrugged and made his way back to his desk, “if you insist that you don’t need my services, I can do nothing about that. I sincerely wish the two of you a happy marriage. However long it lasts.”

Julia excused herself to go to the bank but promised she would return with the payment.

Marcus’ target was a man by the name of Trevor. Attractive, admirable, and breakable. All it would require was a few weeks in his body and Marcus’ job would be finished. Julia had signed the contract, so his body was completely available.

That was the limit to Marcus’ powers. Without some sort of consent from one who at the very least shared the name or a bond with his target, he was unable to do anything. Now, all Marcus had to do was take over Trevor’s body.

But first, Marcus was curious about what was going to happen in their ordinary lives. While Julia had given him a whole list of things that she wished Trevor would do, Marcus skimmed it before throwing it away. For the most part, his clients didn't know what they wanted—and what they did was something ridiculous like 'makes me breakfast in bed every single day.' It was all nonsense straight out of a soap opera. Marcus preferred to just take a look at what pissed his client off and doing a few favors here and there. The only part of Julia's list that Marcus even remotely paid attention to was, "Being more open to pegging."

Other than that, Marcus would just sit by and watch how a typical morning went for the couple. He made his way to the address Julia had provided him during their meeting in an astral form and peeked into their lives.

“God, another spill, Jules?” Trevor groaned as he looked down at his stained pants. “C'mon." While Julia let out a stream of apologies, Trevor just rolled his eyes and said, "I'm trying to get a goddamn promotion here!"

“I-I’m trying…!” Julia said, backing up as Trevor grabbed the empty mug and smashed it on the ground. “Th-That was mine...”

“And so’s the mess,” Trevor shot back. “When you’re the breadwinner in this relationship, you can decide what does and doesn’t get broken.” With that, Trevor left to get changed while Julia cleaned up the kitchen.

That was all Marcus needed to see. The bastard needed a major attitude adjustment. His wife was a complete klutz, but there was no need to bite her head off for making a mistake. Marcus didn't feel any particular sympathy for Julia, but assholes like Trevor pissed him off to no extent. "Only natural," Marcus said to himself. "Assholes hate assholes. Don't like pricks like him on my turf."

Floating over to Trevor and Julia’s room, he admired the assets he would borrow for the next few days. Trevor’s pants were off, allowing Marcus to get a nice glimpse of the package he would be showing off for the next few days. Along with that were nice, juice thighs and a good chest peeking out of the nice polo shirt he wore. No longer able to resist, Marcus just dove towards Trevor.

"HNNG! What the fuuuuck?!" Trevor moaned as Marcus phased through his back. Entire body tensing up, Trevor stood in place, his back arching while his head was thrown back. Feet planted to the floor, he moaned in pleasure and panic. "Wh-Who the hell?! What the—HAA! Ahhh…! What the fuck are youuuu?!" Unable to keep his balance amidst the barrage of pain and pleasure mixing, Trevor collapsed onto his bed, convulsing uncontrollably as the foreign intruder wore him like a suit.

“Mmm,” Marcus moaned, rubbing his hard-on against the mattress. “Oh, that’s niiice. Thanks, Julia.” Still face-down on the bed, he spread his legs and let his hands wander towards a certain untouched hole. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn your hubby into the subbiest bottom in town.”

Purposefully ignoring Julia, Marcus left the house and headed towards Trevor’s place of work, relying on muscle memory and the information Julia had given him for navigation. Eventually, he arrived at some fancy insurance firm full of suits who looked like they could use a healthy dose of Viagra.

Once more, Marcus relied on Trevor's muscle memory to guide his way through work. And once settled into Trevor's impersonal cubicle, Marcus began his work. At once, he worked on smiling more in Trevor's body. Man was a creature of habit and the human mind was a sponge for information and mannerisms. Because of that, Marcus would adopt certain behaviors for the week or so he would be in his hosts' bodies. The end result was a spouse that would compliment their partner far more.

On all levels, it was wrong. However, Marcus continued without losing a wink of sleep.

After making sure Trevor was smiling more, Marcus also stretched and relaxed his muscle. "God, you're so tense," he mentioned as he rolled his shoulders back. "Or, I'm so tense." Grinning, Marcus continued chatting to himself. It was always fun getting into a role. Perhaps it was his theater kid days, but adopting a new identity was always fun. "I should get more into yoga," he said, stretching as much as he could in that uncomfortable suit. "Do some squats. It'll help me make my ass all nice and firm. Flexibility'll be nice in the bedroom for Jules," he proclaimed, repeating it to himself to make sure it remained imprinted to Trevor.

To make sure those thoughts remained in Trevor's head, Marcus headed off to the gym after each workday. He worked until Trevor's already well-developed muscles were pleasurably sore by the time he arrived back home. "Keep acting as though I'm Trevor," Marcus had texted Julia before. "It'll make it easier for these thoughts to stick to your husband." His words didn't ease Julia's awkwardness, but Marcus didn't mind. Working with pathetic actors wasn't anything new for him.

By the final day of Marcus' planned stay, Trevor's boss called him into his office. "You're not in trouble," his boss, a man by the name of Arthur said. "Just wanted to catch up with you, is all." His words were even, but Marcus noticed that his gaze was not. Arthur's eyes kept traveling and his fingertips kept grazing Trevor as much as they could while retaining that facade of professionalism. "I've noticed your recent change in attitude. Rumors travel quickly throughout the office."

“When there’s not much to talk about,” Marcus began, “it’s easy to become the talk of the town.”

Arthur cocked an eyebrow. “Your attitude and your tongue’s changed, Trey. I'm surprised but pleased. Productivity for the whole office has gone up this week. And your more positive attitude has really helped with that. I've noticed the environment in general is a lot less toxic."

“Sorry about that, sir,” Marcus said with a curt nod. Yet, he made sure to keep a cocky, inviting smirk on his face. The blood was rushing to Arthur’s cheeks despite his stony expression. “Hadn’t realized how much my attitude had an impact on the office. But I’m sure you’ll be just as satisfied as my wife about the new me.” By now, Marcus was happily rubbing his thighs, making sure they stood out alongside his bulge in those tight slacks he had purchased for Trevor. During the week, he had made a habit of dropping his things and bending over to reach for them in front of his various coworkers. If his eyes didn’t deceive him, he was certain about the office spent more than half a second staring at Trevor’s assets.

Arthur cleared his throat. “Yes, well. Nonetheless, just wanted to show my appreciation for this sudden turn. Always happy to see my workers in a relaxed, pleasant environment.”

Standing up, Marcus leaned in close to Arthur’s lips. “I can think of a few other ways you can show your appreciation, boss,” he whispered, unbuckling his belt. This same scenario had played out so many times Marcus was certain his gaydar was impeccable. “Why don’t you bend me over your desk and show me who the boss is?”

Arthur hesitated for about a second before locking the office door and tying Trevor’s mouth shut with his own tie. “Take! This! You! Slut!” Arthur roared as he pounded Trevor’s ass raw. Marcus, back arched, face pressed up against the cold desk, just moaned like a slut. He eagerly met each of Arthur’s thrust with his strong workout for his hips.

This is my favor for you, Julia, he thought as Arthur pulled on his hair. Your husband’s hole might not be as tight as you want it to be, but he’ll definitely be up for stuff up his ass by the time I leave.

"Make me your bottom bitch," Marcus begged, trapped in a nirvana of pleasure and pain.

The next time Marcus saw Julia and Trevor the two of them were walking down the back, arms linked. Both were smiling and laughing so animatedly that Marcus was certain the songbirds were jealous. On occasion, he spotted Julia lightly slapping Trevor's ass and her husband reddening like a tomato at the sensation.

Marcus returned home satisfied at another successful trip.

[queeniridescence]

𝕻𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖔𝖜𝖓 (one-shot)

(𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥,𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱,𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐦𝐟𝐚𝐨...

༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐

The music was loud and your head was spinning.You were stumbling around,trying to use any nearby furniture as a support to prevent yourself from falling down.The intoxicated substance in your blood wasn't helping much either,like you thought it would.

Colorful led lights were blinding your already worn out vision and made it hard for you to see the exit door of the nightclub.You harshly bumped into someone and nearly fell down if it wasn't for that person who grabbed you just in time.

"I'm sorry.I didn't see you.Are you okay?"he said.

You looked up at him and was about to give him a snarky response,but when you looked at his grey eyes,you felt your heart skip a bit.The noisy and toxic environment of the club was suddenly tuned out and you felt yourself lost inside the boy's beautiful silver eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"Hello?Do you hear me?"the boy in question waved his hands infront of you.

"Mhmm...sowwy...."you said,sheepishly.

The boy laughed at your cuteness.The way he was acting seemed like he too was drunk,but not as much as your depressed ass.

"It's okay.My name is Mitsuya."the silver haired boy said wrapping his arms around your waist,which caused your short tight dress to lift from a few centimetres.

The cold air slapped your lower body and you felt a tingling feeling inside your belly.

"Mine is Y/N."you said,wrapping your arms around Mitsuya's neck and rubbing your body against his hard chest.

Mitsuya's eye lit up when you returned his flirty action,a killer smirk slowly appearing on his handsome face as he felt his pants tightening by the seconds that passed since he "accidentally" bumped into you.

"You wanna hang out.....somewhere?"he smirked,his hands making their way to grab your ass.

"Where?"you asked,while rubbing your knee on his perceptible boner.

Mitsuya approached your ear and whispered,

"Pound Town".

You didn't expect Pound Town to be on Mitsuya's bike,back pressed against his toned body while he's been fucking your abused pussy for a good while now. You don't understand how his bike has been able to withstand both of your weights including all of those violent shakes that it was receiving but it made it easier for you to appreciate the pleasure Mitsuya was giving you,without worrying about anything else.

"A-argh....you're going to be a good girl- shit- a good girl for daddy and- fuck you're so tight- and you're gonna cum on his dick for the 4th time,okay?"your man was panting,within each thrust.

"Mitsu-...I c-can't!!!"you said,feeling your limbs numb.

Mitsuya quickly pulled out of you and harshly swung you so your back was pressed against the cold seat of his bike.He grabbed your jaw and looked at you,

"Hey baby,"he said in a deep voice,"If you've got the guts to get me this wild,you've got the guts to cum more than twice."

And so he grabbed your neck and savagely thrusted into your ass,while shoving two of his long fingers inside your tight pussy overloaded with his hot cum from the previous pounding sessions.Your body fell numb from the overstimulation.

But you couldn't ignore the twirl inside your lower abdomen.

"I'm gonna...gon-"you couldn't end up your sentence when you felt your toes curled up while you came for the last time.

Mitsuya let out a loud grunt,as he too,reached his climax and released hot thick ropes of cum inside of you.

He pulled out and after wiping himself and your cunt with some tissue paper,you both fixed your clothes.He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately,under the moonlight.

After the hot kiss,he looked at you.

"Damn,that was the best sex I've ever had"he said,blushing.

Your cheeks reddened,

"Same here.No one has ever made me feel that good."

Mitsuya smiled,

"You know....Uhm.Well you're really cute and I was wondering if we could maybe,hang out some more and get to know each other."he looked nervous.

"OF COURSE!!uh I mean..yes sure,why not?"you hid your embarrassed face.

Mitsuya giggled and made you properly sit on his bike,behind him,while he started the engine and drove away.

"Also, sorry I went a bit too overboard earlier,hehe," Mitsuya chuckled,nervously scratching his nape, "didn't even pull out."

You smiled while wrapping your arms around his body and rested your head on his back.

"It's okay.Good thing you were wearing a condom."

You laughed,alongside Mitsuya,who didn't know how to tell you that he didn't bring any protection.

[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓅𝓉. 𝟥)

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (x eijirou kirishima) 

a/n: ok but like ty for all the notes on my last post??? i get so excited whenever there’s a new notification. ALSO, the best time for me to accept requests is from now to sept. 5! i’m currently on summer break, so i will have plenty of time to write from now until then. 

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!!

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: angst

warnings: mutual pining, cursing, aged-up to third years, bit of a love triangle, romantic tension, one-sided pining, i gave the reader a quirk, kirishima gets jealous EHWJEH

word count: 2031

lol wow things are finally beginning to pick up heehee

please excuse any typos! i edit to the best of my abilities, but it’s easy to miss lost of things 

part 1, part 2 , part 4 

- - - 

you dabbed bakugou’s nose. he winced as you tapped it. “sorry,” you breathed out, switching the tissue in your hand for a clean wipe. 

“i’m fine, dumbass.” 

“then why’d you ask for my help?” you teased, wiping at the blood on his upper lip. 

his cheeks dusted with red, eyes averting to the side. you smiled softly, victorious in his silence. 

nighttime was settling in nicely, the sun bleeding orange into the clouds. 

“look back at me,” you said. gently, you took his bruised jaw in your fingers, adjusting his head so he was facing you. you brushed your fingers along his swelling cheekbone. purple blossomed beneath bakugou’s pale skin. “kirishima was pretty rough out there, huh?’ 

“i’m proud of the guy.” 

you smiled, tilting your head. “you? proud of someone? really?” 

he chuckled. “knock it off, dumbass.” a grin spread across his face, however it was gone when the pain hit. he winced, trying to ignore the sting his smile brought with it. 

you let out a laugh. “just relax, bakugou.” you resumed dabbing away at the excess blood on his face. there were flecks of dirt scattered over his forehead. 

he caught your wrist in one of his soft, large hands. 

your smile faded, and you swallowed, pushing down the rising emotions fluttering into your chest. “yes?” you responded to the silent question his eyes were asking. 

his grip on your wrist loosened, and he let go, letting his arm fall back to his side. 

“everything okay?” 

he didn’t break eye contact as he grunted a reply. “mhm.” 

“alright. i’ll be right back, okay?” 

“‘kay,” he said. 

you stood with a groan, knees sore from all the training you’d been doing lately. you gently shut the bathroom door behind you and rinsed the bits of dirt off the towel, scrubbing away any imperfections stuck between the fibers of the fabric. 

your cheeks were boiling with heat as the ghost of his touch on your wrist lingered. what was that? did he mean to tell you something? 

you wrung out the newly washed cloth and returned to your seat across from bakugou. 

bakugou’s eyes flickered as you began scrubbing the dirk from his forehead. 

“ah,” he gasped out. 

“you’ve gotta stop wincing, bakugou,” you teased. “you’re making me think i’m doing something wrong.” 

“you’ve gotta stop being so rough, y/n.” he took your wrists and pried them away from his face. 

you set the towel down on the table, letting it rest on a paper towel so the excess water could drain out. 

“well, i think the issue is that you haven’t let me set your nose properly.” 

bakugou squinted, unsure. “alright.” he spread his legs, leaning forwards to make your job easier. “do as you wish, y/n.” his voice dropped, eyelids lowering seductively. 

the heat returned to your cheeks, flushing out your confidence from before. instead of replying with an equally snarky comment, you took his face in your hands. “this is going to hurt.” 

“not so much if it’s you.” 

you scoffed. “are you flirting with me, katsuki bakugou?” 

his lips quirked up—just a tiny bit. “stop dreaming, y/n.” 

you ignored the comment and traced your fingers over the bridge of his nose. “on three?” 

he nodded. 

“one—” you cracked the bone into place. 

“ah, shit!” bakugou recoiled back, covering his nose with his hands. “damn brat.” 

“it would have hurt more if you knew it was coming.” you shrugged innocently. 

“at least i would have been prepared.” 

“whatever you say.” you gestured for him to come back to his previous position, and bakugou did as instructed, hands dropping from his face as your hands came back around to cup his cheeks. 

being recovery girl’s grandchild had its benefits. for example, an easy way to get into yuuei off of recommendations. while your quirk wasn’t usually one people would associate with fighting, it came with unexpected pros with how it developed. 

you’d earned the ability not only to heal but to ruin as well. using your quirk, honing it properly, you could twist someone inside out with ease, however, healing was something you were more skilled with. 

a green glow was being emitted from your palms, white orbs flowing into the air and landing on bakugou’s skin. you could tell, under his skin, the bone was fixing itself, beginning to reshape into the flat bridge. 

bakugou sniffed. 

“hold still,” you said. 

“does your healing always make your patients itchy?” 

“it’s just your body healing. stop moving.” the green light receded into your palms. 

you met bakugou’s eyes as you pulled your hands away. you were leaning closer than necessary, out of your seat, knees slightly bent. you could tell his hands were shaking just a bit as they trailed down your arms, starting from your fingertips which were still hovering around his face. 

his hands found their way to your waist. bakugou tugged you closer. barely an inch closer, but it felt like the two of you were inseparable at the moment. 

“y/n?” 

you jumped, and bakugou’s hands fell back to the sides of the seat he was in. you swallowed as kirishima popped up at the doorway. 

you wiped your palms on your shirt, nodding for kirishima to enter. “yes?” 

the redhead walked in warily, hands up and pace slow. “i hope i’m not...interrupting anything. am i?” 

you shook your head. “not at all. we were, um. we were just finishing up.” you picked up the cloth intended for wiping bakugou’s face. “do you think you could finish up by yourself?” 

he took the cloth from your hands. “yeah, sure.” he pushed himself up and was out of your room, waving his thanks. “i’ll pay you back so i don’t owe your ass, got it, y/n?” 

“Alright.” 

bakugou shut the door behind him, leaving you and kirishima alone. 

“so, what was that about?” 

your eyes flew wide. “what was what?” 

“don’t act oblivious, y/n. you two looked at each other like you hung the moon in the sky.” 

you bit your lip, hiding the smile that was brought about upon reminiscing about the recent seen. “it wasn’t anything, kirishima. don’t worry about it.”

“i’m worrying. you know bakugou.” 

“that’s something you’d say about someone with dating experience, and a bad reputation regarding it. bakugou is—” 

“just like every other guy out there? it’s the twenty-first century. there are not many decent people left out here. do you really think he’s any different?” 

“well,” you said, shaking your head, “personally, i see he’s changed.” 

“two years isn’t going to erase all the past shit he’s done.” 

“there’s a thing called forgiveness.” you quirked an eyebrow at him, tilting your head down as you began cleaning up. “plus, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. we can both agree that hero society created toxic standards for all aspiring pros.” 

kirishima clenched his fists. “he’s bad for you.” 

you tossed out a few wipes into the garbage. “sorry?” 

“he’s...not good for you.” 

“i appreciate you thinking nobody is good enough for me, but at the end of the day-” 

unknowingly, kirishima was hardening his fingertips. his nails punctured the soft skin of his palms. “i don’t mean he’s not good enough for you, but that’s another truth, too. he’s just not good for you.” 

you turned, smiling brightly. “and since when did you know what was good for me?” you laughed, eyes closed. “why are you trying to dictate my decisions-” 

when you opened your eyes, you found kirishima standing closer, brows furrowed angrily.

your expression lowered into something angry. “what’s the matter?” 

“i just...i can’t.” 

“can’t what?” 

kirishima was one to be slow to anger. he always had been. you can’t recall a time you saw him angry or pissed except for when bakugou had been kidnapped by the league of villains. 

“kirishima,” you scoffed, “are you genuinely pissed over this? what? is this because i got mad at you because i scolded you for breaking bakugou’s nose? if anything, i don’t think i was wrong for-” 

“that’s not it. that...that isn’t it, y/n.” he stepped towards you. kirishima closed the gap between you both, pressing your back against the wall, trapping you there between his arms. “that isn’t it at all, y/n.” 

you swallowed. “then what is it, kirishima?” his eyes met yours, serious and stern. 

your chest tingled. 

he brought his fingers to your chin, angling your face with ease to get a better look at you. “call me eijirou.” 

“what?” 

“just once. please.” 

“why-” 

“once.”

“...what is it, eijirou?” 

the pause felt like an eternity. “it’s you, y/n.” 

“it’s...me? what about me? did i do something wrong?” 

he chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his longing smile as he stared down. “you’re so oblivious.” 

you could hear his heart beating, getting faster with every sentence he pushed out. 

“you’re so clueless, y/n. it’s kind of pissing me off.” 

“what am i doing to piss you off?” you snapped. 

he tongued the inside of his cheek. “like i said.” he flashed you an award-winning grin. “clueless.” kirishima pushed himself off the wall and left the room, the door shutting hard, but not slamming shut. 

you were left breathless, the hint of his cologne still lingering in the space before you. 

you’d avoided kirishima and bakugou for the rest of the night. 

- 

what kirishima had wanted to say was nothing like what he said, but he knew everything would come out all wrong if he’d try to say anything. 

his mind would have jumbled all his words, and he’d look like a crazy, insane lover. 

bakugou wasn’t bad for you. not at all. you two were perfect for each other. you both had thick skin for silly rebuttals towards one another. you brought out the fun side of the blonde, and he worked you to your best. 

kirishima was just your best friend. he hated to be the one who had fallen with nothing to soften the blow that was surely coming soon. 

his ears burned nearly as red as his hair. a shudder passed down his back, the feeling of your jaw pressed between his thumb and index finger still imprinted there. 

“i can’t fucking stand to see you around him.” 

kirishima made his way to the common room, finding bakugou looking for snacks there. kirishima scoffed as his friend emerged with an apple in hand. 

it was not like he hated bakugou. not at all. he didn’t think that pining for the same girl would ruin their friendship. he was just angry that you chose him. 

kirishima respected your decisions. he wouldn’t ever try to get in the way of anything if you and bakugou made that kind of decision. he just wanted to be near you. 

perhaps he should leave the situation alone. leave you alone and just forget about how his feelings were nagging at him every day. 

he should forget how you were the first thing on his mind every morning, and the thing he thought about when he fell asleep. 

you were everywhere. should he forget that too? 

- 

bakugou tossed his apple into the air. he clapped his friend on the back, taking a bite out. “go to sleep, idiot.” 

“don’t call me that.” 

bakugou turned, startled that kirishima wasn’t taking bakugou’s shit today. “you good?” 

“i’m fine, but i’m not an idiot.” 

bakugou’s body tightened. “alright.” 

the pair stood awkwardly for a moment before kirishima sucked in a sudden breath. “what is y/n to you?” he asked. 

bakugou raised an eyebrow. “what?” 

“they’re obviously something to you.” 

“listen, they were just helping me out. didn’t think you’d get offended from them fixing my broken ass nose.” 

“that’s not what i mean. i walked in on you two, and you were about to—” 

“i wasn’t going to do jackshit.” bakugou tossed his apple away, too angry to eat anything anymore. 

“yes. don’t lie to me.” 

“i’m not lying. where is all of this coming from?” 

kirishima huffed out a frustrated breath. he shouldered past bakugou. kirishima uttered words he hated himself for saying. “leave me alone.”

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