#(i can't accidentally take too much of this it would make me very sick forever and i wouldn't do that on purpose! no no no)

[leadendeath]

at first i thought "hey i wonder if meds would made me act funny (as in humorous) if i fought to stay awake whilst feeling the effects" (i don't get that "delirious" side effect with these, so no worries there btw) like when people take a little too much legal medicinal product like benadryl or ambien or i think melatonin, yknow those times when you get funny posts out of it and the OP has no recollection of making those funny posts/texts.

but then i remembered oh yeah, right, i've been putting off getting dental work done for years because the last thing i want to end up doing is, for example, accidentally reveal how much i want to **** ******** from ********* *********** while medically intoxicated for medical reasons

[mysticalibra1994]

If Floyd has a Boyfriend...

The reason why I put "If" is because out of all of the colorful and diverse characters out there, it kind of makes you wonder if being a part of the LGBTQ+ community is possible.

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If Floyd has a boyfriend, I can picture him being a cross of a Rock Troll from his late mom (she didn't get eaten by Bergens, instead, she got sick and the cure was too controversial to bring up) and Country Troll from his dad; he mostly takes after his mom.

His name would be "T-Bone" (sounds pretty "Rock" and is enjoyed mostly by Country fans), he loves trends (his favorite is "backpacking"), and he's extremely loyal when it comes to his loved ones.

T-Bone's very respectful when it comes to relationships; he never forces Floyd out to his brothers if he's not sure whether he told them or not.

After going on a few (or so) dates, you could tell how much they adore each other's company; thinking that it'll last forever... Then, suddenly, Floyd appears to be late. T-Bone starts to get worried; it's more than just "running late", something must've happened.

After accidentally overhearing John Dory mentioning that Floyd's been kidnapped by the Mount Rageons, T-Bone doesn't hesitate to try and follow him (using "Backpacking" as a cover). When Queen Barb notices this, T-Bone tells her "I'm sorry, your majesty. But, Floyd, he's more than just a friend. He's..."

Queen Barb assures him that she knows and she knew as they share one last embrace...

"Promise me you won't tell the others? I don't want them to worry about me." "I promise... Now, go get your man, you knucklehead."

After a few pit stops to freshen up (and to load up on essentials), T-Bone overhears not just John Dory, but Floyd's other brothers talking about the mission to save him. When he volunteers for the mission they ask of his relationship with Floyd...

"Uh... W-we're friends. Yeah, J-just friends. Unless if he's ever said anything else about me, then it could be more than that. But, if he didn't, then we're just friends. Yup..."

To which John Dory went "Cool, you can join us." and both Poppy and T-Bone have decided to talk for a bit.

"So, the way you talk about him... Do you, you know...? Like him?" "No," nodding his head, "I don't." "And those 'special meetings' was actually 'dates', right?" "No," nodding his head while smiling, "they're not". "Oh, T-Bone..." They embrace.

After a falling out with BroZone and Poppy, T-Bone chooses to go alone; he is still loyal to his boyfriend.

As he made sure he got there before Branch, he sighed with relief when he saw Floyd. But, his relief decreased suddenly when he saw the state Floyd's in; his hair was bleaching and his weak frame was fading from his talent. As the couple's eyes meet, all they can do is embrace between the diamond prison.

"T-Bone? T! Oh, how I missed you... Wait, how did you get here?" "It doesn't matter, what matters is that we're all here to save you!" "Wait, 'we'?" "Yeah, the queen of the Pop Trolls, Tiny Diamond, and your brothers! The latter is actually on their way." "No, you guys have to avoid this place!" "Wait, what? No, we've just got here to save you. We're not going back without you." "I don't care, you guys have to leave! Velvet and Veneer are on their way to kidnap all of you for your talent!" "I don't care," trying not to cry. "I love you, Floyd! I-I can't live without you..."

The sweet moment turns bitter when Velvet grabs T-Bone. "Aw, what a sweet moment... Too bad I hate sweets."

Now, they're locked in the same Diamond prison (it was Veneer's idea... he's not that heartless).

"D-don't worry, Floyd. We can get out. Just like the emergency brochures say: all we have to do is to aim for the corners." "T-" "Yeah, you get those corners, I'll get these-" "T-Bone, wait-" "-and then we'll b-" "T-Bone! Look, I've tried to escape. But, nothing can break a Diamond. Except for the Perfect Family Harmony." "But, we- we can't just give up. I can't..."

Floyd hates seeing him like this, so they embrace for what seems to be a while.

"I'm sorry... For all of this." "It's not your fault, Floyd. Nobody could've predicted this." "If it makes you feel better, I almost got to Veneer. It turns out that he's only 'evil' because his sister's forcing him to. I can see him coming, you know what to do..." "I know, but the last time I kept trying to sing that song, I couldn't stop crying. But, for you, I'll do anything..."

As Veneer comes into the room to look for something, T-Bone sings the first part of "Dreamin' Of You (Tonight)"; the one song that his late mom would sing along with the cassette player. Veneer starts getting flashbacks of that song in the movie that would make him cry during the first 2 minutes of it. It looks like it's working... Except when Velvet shows up to get their equipment set up.

The big showdown... Crimp got T-Bone out due to a secret latch that Velvet and Veneer don't know about. T-Bone is almost out, but when he turns around to see Floyd, his heart sinks; Floyd's too weak to sit up.

"F-Floyd?" "I'm sorry, I love you... Crimp, now."

Before T-Bone could say "Wait, what?", Crimp pulls him away from him and the diamond prison. Veneer noticed something, but he pretended not to. When Branch notices this, how T-Bone is looking up to where Floyd is being kept, and remembers the small convo he had with Poppy, he realizes something... Floyd has his own special loved one who was willing to give up his life and talent.

Then, after the diamonds had been broken, Floyd used the last remaining of his talent. Everyone could only watch as Branch caught the descending Floyd. T-Bone's heart breaks as his eyes well up with tears. Veneer saw this as he carefully carried the crying Country-Rock Troll in his hands. Velvet glares at her brother.

"Ugh, seriously?! You're befriending a Troll instead of harnessing its talent?!" "Haven't we done enough damage, Velvet?! Not sure if it's too late, but I am D-O-N-E finished with being evil."

Then, a miracle happened... Floyd's alive! The rest of the BroZone, Poppy, and Viva warmly embraces him. As Floyd looks up, he sees Veneer smiling (knowing that he's okay) as he carries T-Bone. As he gently pushes them away, Branch helps him to his feet once he gets all of his talent back. The bros were a bit confused when Floyd made his way to Veneer.

"Uh, Floyd? What are you doing?" "Guys, I'd like you to meet a very special Troll in my life. Veneer, let him down gently."

Veneer does so as T-Bone continues to weep. Floyd couldn't help but find this adorable.

"Hey, T-Bird. What's wrong?" "I-it's my boyfriend. He's g-gone from my life, that's what's wrong..." "Well, I wouldn't say that I'm completely gone from your life."

By the time T-Bone opens his eyes, he happily jumps into Floyd's arms in a loving embrace while everyone else watches.

"F-Floyd? How is this? I thought I'd never... Holy briquettes, I'm just so happy...!" "I know, smoky. I know... Let it all out." "I'm never letting you go!" "I won't hold it against ya!"

By the time they (eventually) let go, Floyd only had one thing to say...

"Guys, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend... T-Bone."

Then, his brothers surprised the couple...

"Oh, we've met him before." "Yeah, he seems like a nice guy." "I'm proud that you have someone in your life, bro." "What a lucky Troll you are to have him, he wouldn't hesitate to save you!"

Now, it's the couple's turn...

"T-Bone, you've done all of that for me?" "No, I did it for us. I even used Backpacking as a cover so the Rock Trolls wouldn't worry." "Oh, you smoked cherry..."

Not only did they embrace, but they also kissed with the roar of applause from the other Mount Rageons in the background. For the first time in forever, they feel complete.

[scenetocause]

any guesses as to how max and lando both wound up sick. just curious.

[cn: cheating]

"You haven't sucked me off for ages," Lando pouts. Max nearly chokes on his mouthful of avocado toast.

"Mate." His ears are turning pink, he can't look at Pietra. "What the fuck."

"Well it's true, you haven't." Lando says it primly, goes back to demolishing some poached eggs with gay - literally - abandon. Like he hasn't just derailed Max's life for the fiftieth and possibly worst time this week.

He's going to have to do it at some point so he glances round at Pietra, who at least doesn't look completely disgusted with him, just like she's contemplating ways to kill Lando. Which he's fully onboard with, actually. It could be a new date concept, if Lando's going to insist on coming along.

"No, I haven't," is all he can muster as a response.

-

The thing is. The thing is that Max knows he's being a little bit of a hypocrite on a whole bunch of levels. Because he used to come on all Lando and Luisa's dates and fill in all the ways Lando's a rubbish boyfriend by being a better one and she didn't seem to mind that Lando just doesn't count sleeping with Max as anything, so they'd carried on doing it. Max is also pretty good at being Lando's boyfriend, in terms of getting him to act normally.

But Max should've known it wasn't going to work the other way around. He'd been so careful to keep them separated, at first. Partly out of fear Pietra would realise he's very much not an F1 driver and realise she could do better but much more out of knowing this wasn't going to go down well with either of them. It's a hard sell "hey can my best friend, who's chronically weird, hang out with us all the time and also sometimes he has to spoon me for emotional support."

He's tried to find things in it for Pietra but she could go to Monaco anyway and have a more normal time. She's not that keen on coming to grand prix, although he thinks she would if it was his racing and let's not take that train of thought too far to the depression station.

And Lando can't act normal about him and Max doesn't want him to. Was maybe trying to provoke this by getting a girlfriend in the first place - which isn't fair, that's not why he's dating her, it's just that something makes him want Lando's attention as much as Lando wants to give it to him and if they could ever just make that work they'd probably be a lot more normal.

The problem, really, is that Lando feels much more like forever than his girlfriend does. Which is pretty cursed, especially when he's openly sabotaging Max in the middle of brunch.

-

She doesn't bring it up with him, probably because there's nothing to talk about. Max had caved under about one minute of scrutiny from her about the nature of his relationship to Lando and then promised they weren't like that anymore and then slept with Lando the second he touched down in Nice.

Which is bad. He knows it's bad. He objectively knows this is bad boyfriend stuff and he doesn't want to be that, he wants to make things work and be in love and get married and have kids. Be normal - except that he can't.

It's like the stupid mess in his brain. He could just not have whatever makes him demotivated and mopey for days on end and it'd be better. Simpler, at least. Make more sense for the way his life's supposed to be going but instead he's had Lando fussing over him for a week because Max accidentally said some depressed stuff even though he'd been pretending that wasn't really going on anymore and now Lando's trying to add every possible enrichment to his enclosure.

Which is how they've ended up in Max's bedroom, Lando's hair freshly clipped and stream done, with Lando trying to get his cock in Max's mouth.

"Will you," he bats Lando's hand away from his hair, "just stay still and let me do this?"

"I'm trying to help." Lando sounds way too aggrieved for a man about to get a blow job. "It's been so long maybe you've forgotten how to - ah"

Max hums, knowing how good that feels when someone's got their mouth round your dick and then relaxes his throat, leans into it. Feels himself drooling on Lando's dick at the same time as Lando settles back into the mattress, sighs out how much he's enjoying it.

"Ah, that's so good - you're so good."

It's embarrassing how easily taken apart Max is by the praise.

Lando's fingers thread through his hair and he doesn't fight it, this time. "I missed you, baby," Max groans at the nickname, dick twitching. "I missed this, missed us."

It's a good job there's a dick halfway down Max's throat so he can't say anything stupid like 'me too, buddy.'

Lando's leaking already, messy in Max's mouth when he swipes his tongue over the head, lapping at it. He always gets so needy for it, whimpering and whining and pushing his hips up in desperate little circles - it's like the opposite of the way he fucks Max, all deliberateness. Like this he's just a helpless kitten, biting his own fist to try and stifle the noises he's making.

Max pulls off for a second, strokes Lando's hip, when he's getting really desperate. "It's ok," he says, trying to guide Lando, get him to turn the overwhelming sensation into a conclusion and Lando just whimpers again, biting his lip.

He comes into Max's mouth a minute later, back arching and Max lies down, head on Lando's tummy, to kiss his heaving abs afterwards. Lando pulls him up after a minute, holds him and Max's erection isn't so urgent he can't enjoy it for awhile.

When Lando returns the favour, chaotically sucking Max's balls while he's jacking him off, it doesn't take long either for Max to come or for the guilt to sink in. He can't come up with an excuse for why he can't stop doing this, only the inevitability that he won't.

-

They both claim their sore throats are from golfing or the rain or hayfever or something. Lando smuggles Max back to Monte Carlo two days later and fucks him in every room.

[theragethatisdesire]

i’m sorry ur not feeling well 🥺💗 sending you positive vibes tonight!!

for the slumber party plz tell me allll about your favourite character that you don’t currently write about 🙊 i wanna hear all the secret deets

HEY TIFFFFF i appreciate it :( i hope i'm not like being annoying venting on here i'm just so miz and i know my irls are sick of hearing it lolol anyways!!!!

okay my current obsession is gojo. and bc i haven't actually started the fic yet, i don't technically write for him often, only per request. does that count? idk i wanna talk ab gojo lol

just gonna throw everything below a cut because idk where i'm headed with this. minors stay away!

this is like, canonical, but gojo's so fucking annoying LMAO like i just know he is the most obnoxious, can't-sit-still, sarcastic asshole on the planet. he really makes it hard to love him sometimes.

this....is not a spoiler for a fic i'm def not writing (wink wink) but i just don't think gojo could really properly fall for someone who was not powerful. like i think part of his distance from others is his (admitted) narcissism that is somewhat well-earned considering he is....gojo fucking satoru. he needs someone that is at least somewhat towards the top of their ranks in whatever they do.

i also feel like gojo would be encouraging to a fault? like always pushing you further towards your goals, stepping in obnoxiously if your boss doesn't notice you've been working your ass off for a promotion (again, annoying). like he won't rest until you've made progress.

gojo also gets baby girl-ified WAY too much

like hear me out

we see him through the eyes of the kids/around his students in most of s1, and that's not to say he doesn't have the potential to be a playful, lighthearted person *when he wants to be*

but remember that scene of him talking to the jujustu higher-up where the guy tells him to watch his mouth and gojo laughs in his fucking face??

he's an egotistical, all-powerful, ballsy maniac. like gojo is not braiding your hair and cooing in your ear 24/7.

he is slowly backing you into a wall and taking what he wants from you. like sorry he just is.

also gojo strikes me as someone who is ....nasty. like, blood and knife play, gun play, psychopathic kind of nasty in the bedroom. idk if i would personally ever write that, but he's been through so much and seen so much gore you know that that's fucked with his....tastes, so to speak

i do think however that gojo would be absolutely devoted to his partner

like it would take him forever to come around and accept that he now felt responsible for protecting yet another person and that he had accidentally formed a connection (i see gojo as also having a very weird relationship with his humanity vs. his divinity but more on that another time)

but once he's around? he's in it for life. i mean, even if you don't ship stsg, you must acknowledge that gojo has never been willing to truly let geto go. he couldn't kill him, refused to believe geto had done that even though geto was showing signs of deteriorating mentally.

he's the same way with his partner. good luck breaking up with gojo because it's going to be a years long process.

gojo loves someone who can push back at him. he doesn't want an entirely submissive partner (kinda like eren!)

he likes someone who will put him in his place, has a sharp tongue, isn't afraid to stand up for themselves or others.

love language is absolutely gift-giving like that man has to spoil his partner he can't help it

size kink. turns his infinity on mid-sex to punish you. wants to have sex where he stands overlooking tokyo in the s1 opening. always takes the blindfold off during sex. huge public sex guy. i said what i said. it's hard being correct.

i could literally go on for HOURS tiff you have no idea the grip this man has on me. i cannot wait to write this fic!!!!!!!! ah!!!!!

thanks for coming to my slumber party lovie kisses from me to u :)

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

No specific tws, looking for comfort

Deep down I'm terrified of dying alone, but I'm pretty sure that's how I'll end up.

Not only have I never had a stable relationship that lasted over 3 months, but I've lost almost every friend in my life I've known for over two years. I'm horribly unstable, codependent, feel alone and unwanted no matter how much love and attention I'm given, have constant episodes, I'm terrified of commitment. I expect too much from the people around me, I don't know how to take care of myself so It's like I expect others to do that for me. I don't know how to love, I never learned to love. I know I do feel love but I don't know how to show it in a normal human way. I lash out at the ones I care about completely accidentally. Then I beat myself up over it, feel like an asshole, and sabotage everything by distancing myself. Or, if they leave because of my behavior I'll never forgive myself years later.

I'm not liked in high school, I was NEVER liked in middle school or kindergarten. I was aways treated like I'm inhuman (by the other kids, the teachers like me for some reason) and I genuinely don't know what's wrong with me. I've had only one childhood friend who left me after an 8 year long friendship because they got so sick of me.

I bring it down to just being neurodivergency and trauma but it's so so incredibly alienating to live like this.

I don't know how to function in a friendship or relationship because I was never taught to. I've never had the chance to learn because I was always so alone.

I'm so terrified.

Alright anon. You're not going to like my main point here, but I'm going to be real with you.

Before the main point, here are some brief other things I want to say.

1) Therapy. Consider it if possible. Be open with your parent(s) about how you're feeling, and what you need (assuming it is safe to do so). Many therapists offer pro bono to those who can't afford it. Having someone to talk to and lean on can go a long way. They could also help you with social or relationship skills, trauma, or other things you feel you struggle with.

2) Some people aren't meant to stay. Some people are meant to help you grow, or to push you onto a new path, and leave when their job is done. That's okay. Not everyone can stay in your life forever. Learn to let them go when it's time.

Now to the main point which you may not like so much.

You're young. There is so much time to make connections. High school connections very rarely last. I could count on one hand the amount of people I know who have sustained true deep connections from high school.

I know that feeling alone is suffocating, and I know that it hurts to be left out. But I promise you, anon, that you will have so many more opportunities to establish connections as you live out the rest of your life.

With adulthood comes real world experiences, comes autonomy, comes finding your own people outside of from pre-designated pools of people from about four places you go, at least half of which are mandatory. There is so much to life beyond high school.

If I may get a tiny bit personal here, I wasn't exactly Mister Popular in high school either. I had one good friend, and even she spent about half of her time with her other, much larger group of friends. I spent most of my time by myself, buried in depression, dealing with my own shit all alone. And it sucked. I left high school feeling completely hopeless and lost and alone. Then came college. I met so many people, and I had the full autonomy to decide who I let into my life and who I didn't. I got to decide where I spent my time. I got to look up places I wanted to go, organisations I wanted to be involved in, extracurriculars with people that had similar interests, and I got to learn more about myself than I ever did in high school, and I made many more connections. But even then, many didn't last. A little later on, I met my now-spouse, and honestly, I didn't ever think we would date, nonetheless be married. Now, as an adult with a spouse, two children, and a whole life ahead of me... it's insane to think that I ever truly believed I would die alone or unhappy or unloved.

Give it time, anon. Life will give you what you put into it. Give it patience, give it grace, give it time, give it hope. Put yourself out there when you feel it. Tell that person they have a really cool backpack. Compliment that one guy's really awesome haircut. Express how much you like the show or band that person is wearing merch of. Look into local groups of people like you and make an effort to go. For me, it was an lgbtq youth center as a gay college student, and a really funky neurodivergent D&D group as an adult. Maybe those are things that suit you too, or maybe it's a local art class, or a skate park. Who knows. But if you keep following yourself, if you keep going places you want to, doing what you love... you'll meet people who love that stuff just as much as you do. And I'm sure that some of those people will stick around for a while.

You'll be okay, anon. I believe in you.

~ Mod Night

[thegeminisage]

started up zelda to dick around for like an hour & was SHOCKED to find myself on this dragon island. its been so long i literally forgot where i was lol

its difficult to get around here! rain means climbing is hard and i cant make upward gusts from campfires easily :( maybe i need my bike...

man it reminds me so much of the great sky islands...i feel like this must be the second largest collection of islands, actually. but it's been so long since the tutorial and the music is Like That it feels like a ruin of a ruin.......

ugh i ran into the bottom of an island and lost my bike >:(

oh i see! you're not supposed to use a bike but ascend. neat!!

my other issue is. i dont have a single nonmetallic weapon OR bow. so. my twink ass is gonna get fried

and the islands are small so i keep getting ALMOST KNOCKED OFF!!! EXCUSE ME....

snagged a sword! not a very good one though

oh and a BOW thank god

like i have the lightning proof armor i do but it is not at all upgraded so id be taking my life into my hands. no win scenario

well. it's upgraded to like level 2. which is still basically nothing at this point

:D i can see farosh from here!! HEY GIRLLL

i have to put it on to ride this track though lol. the thing im riding is metal!!

wait a sec. i can just wear this lightning proof armor, put on something metal, and STAND NEXT TO the bad guys. this is awesome! zapped his ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh shit this is an eventide shrine lol. fuck my life

they should have shrines with weather i just decided. i wanna zap their asses

NOOOOOOO a shooting star :( i dont WANT to leave but i really can't afford to pass it up :( at least i got a fast travel point i suppose...

ok got it. ugh i have to pick my way back over to where i was now...

oh my god i dove into the eye and CLEARED THE STORM...? THE MUSIC CHANGED........aaaaa ok im taking a break but SO COOL

ok im BACK. this is cool as hell but tbh i miss the storm a little!!

oh!!!!! a door that requires hearts.....

wait this is too serious im going back to get ths shrine real quick

ok got it. im prepared now.

YOOOOOOOOO dude now IM being spoken to by the sage??? SICK!!!!

yet another crystal follows the beam quest lol

i. accidentally. put the fans. on this wing. backwards. and fell. straight down to. the lynels territory

IN THE SPIRIT OF FUN. I DID NOT MAKE MY BIKE. WELL GUESS WHAT I'M DOING NOW. i need. such a speedy exit oh god oh god hes gonna seeee meeee

OKAY i made it out of sight but. this thing im supposed to carry is WAY heavier than a crystal. i carry those all the time and they do make the bike wonky, even more wonky than koroks do, but i can barely get it up off the ground. i even tried the "old" bike build that im more comfortable with and no dice. i fall out of the sky as soon as i get in it. insane.

ok. i made it. jesus fuck. i remember looking for a chasm here marked on my map...i guess im about to find it. AUGH

"we must meet as soon as possible" girl have you not had to wait 10,000 years?

OH WAIT I WAS HERE...THE DUNGEON I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT...THESE LIGHTROOTS HAVE BEEN LIT........thats fuckin crazy

IM GONNA BUILD MINERU A ROBOT BODY...wow just like leverage, i knew it was coming but it's still cool

SAGE OF SPIRIT....................................WAH

wait wait. i thought they took it out of this game bc it wasnt in gerudo desert. WAAAHHHH. it's so dumb and lore breaking but im sentimental

i havent been to the depths in a long time. i forgot that it's like - you see one thing out in the dark. in this instance, poes. and when you get there you see another thing - in this instance, monsters, and behind them, a lightroot. i could make my own little trail forever this way but it would lead me away from the temple and idk if i wanna explore or do the dungeon :/ i hate to leave poes uncollected and lightroots unlit but i also hate to stray so far from ym objective and have to walk ALLLLLL the way back

whatever, dungeon it is

left leg down!!

aaand right arm! building that cart sucked but riding it was awesome

oooh the music's changing...getting a bit creepy.............

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLOOM TREES......................

oh god i should check for hands down here right now immediately b4 i take another step

ok im clean. thank fuck

man not for nothing but this robot factory stuff reminds me a little of skyward sword...if only this could make sense and not just in my mind palace lol

its like an escort mission for legs lo. the puzzles in whatever quadrant im in rn are MURDERING me. im just brute forcing my way thru them

WHEEEEEEEE oh my god i get to ride a raft. oh my god worth it

left arm DOWN!!!

oh the music just got a LOT creepier. just for like one section

i remember walking up this big spine last time i was here just for fun. i didn't know if i'd feel like doing it/get the chance later. but now here i am doing it again

last depot...i don't think if there's a boss i want to fight it tonight. i'm bushed lol i have work in the morning

ok. actually. i cant figure the last puzzle out and its making me mad bc im 2sleepy. so im quitting here for the night. something to look forward to.......

[stcverogers]

TOP GUN FIC RECS 1!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F + A: webb of unfortunate events by @ohtobeleah the last thing you expected was your father to be back in your life again

A: honest by @vcrooster no matter how much you love rooster, you and him were never meant to be

F + A: days like this by @mads-weasley rooster has a no good, terrible, day and all he wants is your comfort

F + A: show me all the scars you hide by @bradshawsbaby you love bradley even more for his scars

F + A: you don’t get to taste the honey without the sting of the bee by @notroosterbradshaw rooster never gets jealous. you on the otherhand...

F + A: rooster's girl by @wannabeschyulersister nobody messes with rooster's girl

F: sleep clothes by @fandomlit rooster short circuits after seeing you in your sleep clothes

F: pouting by @belowtheharddeck you spend the evening catching up with the naval aviators, leaving bradley kiss-less and pouty

A: you said you’d grow old with me by @blue-aconite you and rooster never got your fairy tale ending

F + A: stop by @lcahwriter even during your intimate moments, you still can't shake the thought of rooster dying from your mind

F: just like dad by @ilyasorokinn jamie wants to be just like her dad

F + A: "whiskey sour? classy." by @undiscovered-horizon another naval aviator disrespects you and rooster can't let that happen

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: the princess and the hangman by @simpforrooster being an admiral's daughter, hangman likes to get on your nerves

F + A: don't go breaking my heart by @callsignmercy jake did the one thing he promised he wouldn't

F + A: strawberries by @siempre-bucky the one time jake writes to you

F: the joker by @gogobootz1 when you accidentally order too many peaches, penny (and jake) come to your rescue

F + A: our little secret by @sebastianstangirl01 nobody would've thought that bob floyd's sweet baby sister would be dating hangman

F: imagine being hangman's girl, knocking the sense into him at the bar and rooster never lets him live it down by @theclassiccherry

F: jake worries about his sick wife by @zablife

F: careful hands, precious cargo by @winchesterandpie despite you being in a mood, jake is still the most understanding boyfriend

F + A: you left me no choice but to stay here forever (right where you left me) by @sunderlust you've spent half your life fully and utterly in love with jake seresin.

F: tomorrow never comes by @purplevortexx you will always be there for jake

F + A: the green eyed monster by @hangmans-girl when jake doesn't understand boundaries, you show him just what you mean

F: baby, you down? by @softspiderling 𖥻 bradley finally meets the man you had been gushing like a school girl over

F + A: hello, goodbye by @imjess-themess jake visits home after a while and learns that you have far from moved on from him

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: wizard! by @absoluteabbott baby bob wants to be just like his father, a wizard.

F: one night by @ereardon hangman keeps flirting with you but you only have eyes on a certain wso

F: not a secret anymore by @hlstead coyote hangman gets nosy and snoops around bob's phone, only to find out his big secret

F + A: when you come back by @writingdumpster you make bob promise to come back so he can tell you how much he loves you

F: no regrets by @edensbuttercups bob brings you back home safely after a drunken night and you wake up the next day with no regrets

F: bookstore lover by @samwlscns bob now knows where to go if he's ever in the need of book related opinions

JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO

F: somewhere only we know by @bestedoesmeow javy comforts you after you've been feeling stressed

F: coyote as a dad headcanons by @jungle-angel

F: you and coyote meet again after some time by @rhettabbotts

F: close by @buckyr00s javy gets admitted to the hospital and you visit him

F: for better days by @coyotesamachado coyote gets into a bird strike and you're beyond terrified

F: you're coyote's secret girlfriend by @belowtheharddeck

S: chew on my heart by @bradleyfuckingbradshaw coyote gets scared shitless when you get into a training accident

RON 'SLIDER' KERNER

F: beach days by @emmajane244 chipper flirts with you, unaware you are slider's wife

F: imagine slider confessing before leaving for top gun by @spinningwebsandtales slider's about to leave for top gun and all he wants to do is spend his last day with just you

TOM 'ICEMAN' KAZANSKY

F: ice ice baby by @redmenacehorned being ice's secret girlfriend, slider assumes the pretty girl by the bar is single and free game

F + A: finally by @topgun-imagines after months of trying, you and ice are finally having a baby

F + A: head in the clouds by @callsign-dragonbaron while visiting maverick and goose at top gun, the one man you loved with all your heart finds his way back into your life

LEONARD 'WOLFMAN' WOLFE

F: how wolfman proposes to you by @jungle-angel

BEAU 'CYCLONE' SIMPSON

S: under the desk by @topguncortez you visit cyclone during his lunch break and find yourself hidden under his desk

S: cyclone by @labyrinth-runner you are cyclone's much needed release

F + A: admirals' daughters by @krmy2386 you overhear what you boyfriend has to say about admirals' daughters

S: nice 'n easy by @wildbornsiren cyclone relieves you after a hard day

S: one night stand in fightertown by @zablife you meet the admiral at a bar one night, leaving with him for the best time you've ever had

[biribaa]

Yandere!Outsiders x human!reader headcanons(200 followers special)

yipee 200+ people in the world who are interessed in my writing. Thank yall, never thought my romantic scenarions thoughts would make some people happy lol, mainly bcuz i never dated someone and also bcuz im demiromantic so thought it was all just a bad romance coming from a 12 years old mf but dont get me wrong I rlly like my writing, but just bcuz I like it doesnt mean people around me will like it, but (impressively), no. Again, I thank you for having good taste

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, death, violantion, killing, manipulation, gaslight

Momo

Definitely one of the most jealous of all the others, but being jealous doesn't mean being violent. Momo easily gets jealous and if you communicate way too much with others, for sure at one time or another Momo will lock you in his house and take care of you himself.

But among them all, Momo is the one who feels most guilty about his own actions, the only thing he wanted is to have you in his arms! It's not his fault he has so many people to get in the way.

Shy, actually. Whether you're mad that he locked you in forever or not, he's hesitant to show you affection no matter how much he wants to. After all, look at you compared to him. You are a being of pure kindness who blessed him with your presence, he is nothing but a crumb, a miserable and dirty crumb, he shouldn't even have the right to look as grandiose as you.

Momo is the one who most prevents violence among all, either with you or with other people. But, if the case is really accurate, like someone finding out about his obssesion for you, Momo will have no choice but to make a quick kill.

For someone who kidnapped you and locked you in their own house, Momo respects you very well and wants to prevent you from getting uncomfortable, mainly your personal space. Okay, but let's imagine the following scenario: You escaped, well, you made an attempt to escape, but Momo got you back, how will he act after that? Momo will try to get closer to you and watch you more, trying to prevent such a thing from happening again.

Momo is happy with any kind of compliment or physical affection coming from you, whether it was accidental or not, he is so grateful and dumbfounded that he is so lucky to have you, he still doesn't believe he will be the first companion who will receive affection from you, not just anyone, but you, he feel so, SO luck and grateful for having gained a measly touch from your delicate fingers.

Doc

Very caring, yet, very dangerous.

Doc takes care of you, he's kind and sweet friend, but that doesn't mean he has another side he wants to prevent you from getting to know. His obsession. His sick, disgusting, annihilating obsession towards you. Doc could spend minutes, hours, days, weeks and even years explaining how big his obsession is for you.

Doc is not an idiot, he is a strategist, and don't doubt me when I tell you that he is going to make one of the biggest strategies of his life to eliminate all those in the way and have only you.

Doc loves to offer help to you, he's almost always willing to help, even when he's definitely busy, he's willing to help you with anything.

Besides helping you, Doc also gives you lots of gifts to make you happy mainly because that's the main thing he wants to see from you, happiness.

Honestly, Doc doesn't even care if he's dating you or not, he just wants to see you well and healthy, and Doc could eliminate anyone who might be causing the opposite. Don't get me wrong, Doc would absolutely love to have you cuddle next to him, but he'd rather have a happy reader than a sad, partner reader.

"Oh, pff, they? Don't you worry, dear, I had a chit chat with they."

If Doc can't have you on his side all the time, fine, he'll find a way, he'll find a way to bring your presence to his house. I'm not talking about kidnapping, I'm talking about photos, personal and/or non-personal items, and clothes. You don't understand, Doc can't control his obsession, he has to find a way to satisfy it.

Zbaltazar

Probably the most creepy.

Doc makes absurd strategies to get closer to you, with a big sweet vibe, Zbaltazar on the other hand, focuses more on killing the victims, and he's not afraid to announce it, it's cold, and bitter. And what's sinister isn't the fact that he kills, it's the way he reacts, he kills companions as if he does it every day, it even seems to be boring to him.

Zbaltazar will manipulate you and gaslight you, and make you totally dependent on him and make you afraid of the rest of the world just for you to always seek him and have only him as a help option

Zbaltazar just doesn't mind grabbing you with his dirty hands from the last elimination. After all, why would you run away in fear? You depend on him, you can't just get out without him.

Zbaltazar convinces you to stay with him with rewards like food, water, affection, etc.

Zbaltazar also tries to gaslight you to believe that everyone—except Zbaltazar—are lying and fake people so you can only be with him.

you didn't fall for Zbaltazar's manipulation? Too bad, now you've been kidnapped to be with him, that's the only option he can find 100% effective to finally have you.

It's very uncomfortable to stay in Zbaltazar's apartment, even alone you always feel watched...

If you try to run away, and then get caught, Zbaltazar will punish you so you don't make the same mistake again. And NO I'm not talking about sexual things, that would be r#pe and I hate to write about it, I'm talking about locking you in a dark room to see where the peak of your sanity goes.

"Lovely. All these attempts of yours are lovely, I really, really admire your determination. Unfortunately, all these attempts are completely useless."

Clementine.

The way Clementine is aggressive is scary even to me.

Clementine will ALWAYS show you and everyone else that she is in charge, she always puts her hand on your waist or shoulders so people are aware that you belong to her, and she will always send an aggressive and uncomfortable look at people who have been with you for a long time.

Clementine doesn't even try hiding it, sometimes when you're walking with her down the street she might take a bat, but if the case is something more romantic or you got mad at her because of her violent personality, she will try to take a smaller weapon and hide it, or just prepare her fists.

WAY too protective, Clementine would definitely stop everything she's doing if she hears someone is flirting with you.

But ignoring all of Clementine's completely aggressive character, she does want to do sweet and romantic things with you, and she's not even that abusive and invasive, it's actually cute. Head in lap, cuddles with rain outside, making food together, yep, sweet things.

Of course, Clementine has her limits of patience with you. If you run away too much, there will come a time when Clementine will just snap ande scream at you like a insane person, she yells at you like an angry person but she talks about things like how she is madly in love with you and how she does everything for you but you are not satisfied and etc. Minutes later or almost immediately, Clementine will apologize, and offer you some alone time (don't get your hopes up she locked the doors and windows).

Yandere Clementine is much quieter than she ever was, and her entire silence is already menacing, her gaze? Even more, and her bat? If someone quote, their brains will already be all over the floor.

[cuinaminute229]

Like no other pt 3

Part 1  Part 2

Am I sorry? No

...

The sound of soft pattering against the window next to the bed brings you from the land of dreams, the room is splayed in the aura of lazy days full of rain. The blankets are a warm cocoon from the chill in the air. 

You feel safe and content. 

Soft rustling to your left makes the hazy fog of just waking up lessen but you don't want to start the day just yet.

"It's morning." You murmur out into the room before a hand grazes your bare shoulder underneath the blankets. 

"Stay." A whisper that's more of a sigh rather than a word makes you smile.

You immediately want to give in to the plea, you want to stay and ignore the world for just another day. 

"You know I can't." You whisper back and the hand that's on your shoulder travels further south, touch light as a feather, teasing.

"Stay," The plea is stronger now, more word than breath, "Please." 

Fingers graze soft skin that protects your ribs and you fight the chill that runs up your spine. "Stay." 

You let out a soft sigh before opening your eyes to see her.

Her eyes are so very blue, like the sky on a sunny afternoon, so blue and so bright and you feel like you're peering into her soul. 

There is nothing hidden in the depths of her gaze, all the yearning and hoping and wanting, you see it, you see all of it.

“Maria,” Her name a plea of your own. You don't want to hurt her, you don't want to tear this moment away from her, you don't want to do that. She’s so special and so beautiful, and she’s been your friend since forever. You don't want to cause her more pain than you already have.

You close your eyes when you feel her move closer, you can't look because there is so much in her eyes and you want to cry. “Please, please.”

Thunder sounds in the distance, the sky a darker grey. The rain has picked up in speed and force, thrumming against the window. “I want you to stay,”

You can feel her breath fan over your face, you can feel her against you. You feel her warmth and the softness of her skin, and you want to stay, you want to stay so bad. 

She’s slow, cautious when she leans closer, sharing the air you breathe. Giving you plenty of time to deny her, but you don't, you can't. 

You let her steal your breath, you let her pull you in, you let her make your choice.

…

The sky is blue when you look up, the few clouds are scattered to win a race that declares no winner. 

The sun is bright and daring, and looking down on you as the minutes tick by as you wait. Birds chirp and prance around the sidewalks as they look for anything edible, children laugh and scream in glee as they explore the park as parents watch like guardian angels.  

It’s peaceful.

“Hey there stranger, long time no see.”

You’re brought from your thoughts when you hear her voice and you give the blonde a smile when you catch sight of her, walking towards you with purpose and a smile.

“It’s good to see you too Carol.” You barely have time to stand from the bench before she’s pulling you into a hug that steals the breath from you. You’ve forgotten how strong she is, how amazing her hugs are as you relax in her embrace. “You can't leave for that long again. I won't let you.” 

You chuckle at her declaration. “I don't doubt it.”

Light brown eyes search your face when she pulls back, hands still on your shoulders. “How are you doing?” She asks and you give her a soft smile. “I’m doing good.”

She nods with a smile that you know all too well. “I’m glad you’re back, now come on.”

You follow her, slightly behind but close enough. 

“Where exactly are we going again?” You wonder aloud as Carol slows to walk beside you. She glances up as she thinks and you wonder if she misses the stars, the need for nothing to hold her down. “Where do you want to go?” She asks after a few steps, turning to look at you and the sun makes her hair shine enough that you remember the first time you saw her glow, she was glorious and proud and showing no fear. 

Carol Danvers is a sight to behold. 

“Lost in the stars?” She nudges your shoulder when it takes too long to respond. 

“Not the only one,” You tease her and she shakes her head with a grin. “Always.”

“How was the mission?” She rolls her shoulders back and pushes her hands in her front pockets as the two of you stop at a crosswalk. 

“You know I can’t tell you.” You say as you press the arrow button three times just for good measure. Turning to her when it repeats that you have to wait. 

“Well,” She shrugs her shoulders and you raise an eyebrow at her as cars breeze past, people hurrying to work or doctors appointments or to meet family, everyone seems in a hurry to get to where they need to be.

“You know the rules, captain.” You remind her as you reach out and press the arrow again because you can. “Yeah,” Carol lets out a sigh before she takes a step closer, her eyes glued on the traffic light. 

“You’re okay though, right?” She sounds concerned and you choose not to look at her as the light turns green and the two of you start walking. 

The seconds count down as you walk across the street, big and red as it gets closer to zero. It reminds you of a timer and you find yourself biting your tongue to stay in the moment, away from the memories that have shaped you as you are. 

“I’m back,” You tell her as if she doesn't know. “I came back when I didn't want to.” 

“I know.” Voice low and soft, a realization to what's already known.

…

The whispers of the morning linger as the day draws on and you’re not quite able to forget what happened. 

You don’t think you’ll ever forget what happened. 

The echoes that were drowned by the pouring rain, the feather light touches that seem to linger still, the view you see when you close your eyes makes you wish this morning never ended.

She was so beautiful, so willing to give you everything. So very- 

“How’s Natasha?” Maybe you're trying to distract yourself from your thoughts, maybe you really do want to know how she’s doing. Maybe you still aren't running if you ask about her.

You glance over at Carol who’s picking apart her sandwich, pulling the bacon off and placing it on the side of the plate, she looks deep in thought and you don't want to repeat the question again, not if she’s lost to the stars at the moment.

“She was worried.” Her words are well thought out, slow and calculated and you know she’s trying to say the right things. “When you left, everyone was.”

She wipes her hands off with a napkin and you wonder if she will continue. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?” She finally looks up from the food to look at you, she looks hurt and you swallow the guilt that you feel. 

“I did tell someone.” You respond after a second where you wish you didn't have to face what you did. Carol nods and you choose to grab a fry and eat half of it so you don't have to say anything more.  

“Yeah, you told one person.” You see her nibble at her bottom lip and yes you do feel guilty. 

You clear your throat before explaining more. “I told who I needed to, that was it.”

“But you didn’t tell her.” No, you suppose you didn’t.

She picks up her sandwich, elbows on the table as she goes to take a bite and you want her to let this conversation go, let it drift past like the wind that rustles the leaves that still cling to the tree.

But she stops short, looks you in the eyes when she says her next words, and you swear for just a split second she wasn't your friend anymore.

“You hurt her.”

You look away from eyes that have seen past the universe, eyes that blaze like burning suns. You look away and pick up the napkin that’s resting next to your drink, bring it into your lap and wad the tissue up in a ball.

A part of you knows she doesn't mean to hurt you with her words, hopes that she doesn't intend to rip open old wounds and let them bleed free, prays that she doesn't mean to blame the pain you feel on you.

“She hurt me.” Your words are a weak whisper, a declaration on your behalf. She knows this, the entire team knows this.

It’s not a secret well kept.

You let out a sigh when you accidentally drop the wadded up napkin on the ground, watch it roll away like it doesn't want to share your burden.

“You hurt everyone when you chose to run away.” The judgment in her voice makes you clench your jaw. “Do you know what happened after you left?”

“Do you really think I’m oblivious to the pain I’ve caused?” You look at her and you make sure not to let her see how much it hurts. “Do you really think I did this on purpose? I left because if I didnt I don't know what I would have done if I stayed.”

Maybe you ignore the knot in your stomach that makes you want to vomit, maybe you ignore the look in her eyes when she realizes that she might have pushed you too far, but you dont ignore the people who turn your way, the ones who eavesdrop and gossip.

The two of you have brought more attention to you than you're comfortable with. “I’m leaving.”

Your half eaten sandwich and few fries that are left stay on the table as you get to your feet and walk away.

…

The smell of salt and the view of the sea does nothing to help the nausea you feel. It should be relaxing and calming and able to push your worries away but it doesn't help.

You see the waves crash and chase each other, never still for more than a moment. The gulls that ride the breeze as it drags the smell of the ocean through the air, the pelicans that are not bothered by the crashing of dominance as they only look for fish close enough to steal.

It reminds you of home, of days full of sun and sand. Treasure hunts to find the biggest and prettiest shell you could, races to see who could build the tallest sandcastles. 

You wish it wasn't accompanied with the guilt in your stomach and the weight on your shoulders.

You want to run back to before you left your bed, you want to feel what you felt then. Safe, content, loved. 

You want to hide under the covers and bask in the warmth of the person next to you, you want to memorize the depths of the sky.

But here you are standing alone on a pier looking out at the sea feeling sick to your stomach and terrified of what you have to face.

You feel like such a terrible person.

For running, for feeling so many things you think you might break, for wanting to hang the towel up and say that you’re done, for begging for an excuse to not look her in the eyes. 

You wish that you never bought that ring, you wish you never even considered the idea. To want to marry her, to want to share her name, to want for things you knew were out of reach.

With a breath that brings you almost to tears, you try to ignore the way your feelings seem to bleed out for all to see.

You love her, you still love her. You don't think you'll ever stop loving her. But Natasha chose what happened, she decided that you weren't enough, that she wasn't enough.

“I’m sorry.” You watch as a boat moves through the sea at a crawl, slowly growing smaller as it bravely sets out for some adventure you hope is fulfilling. 

“I don't want your pity, I don't want your regret.” You say the words you hope she will listen to as you lean back and gaze at the sky, hands still holding the wooden railing. 

You let out a breath that is stolen by the breeze as you force yourself to leave a fraction of your pain where you stand. 

The view above you is still so blue and bright, not a cloud in sight and you remember this morning with a sad smile.

You've always loved how Maria's eyes share the color of the sky.

“I just want you to be my friend.” You turn to the blonde when you speak those words. 

“Okay.” She nods and you give her a smile before letting go of the railing and walking back to the beach. She doesn't say anything more as she comes to walk beside you and even though you know there is something on her mind you choose to take what she’s given you.

…

Steve greets you with a cautious smile when you finally give in and follow Carol to the compound and even though you still haven't completely forgiven him you smile back.

“How are you?” He asks after Carol excuses herself and you shrug off his comment with a shrug. 

“How are you? You look good.” You notice his hair is a little longer and he hasn’t shaved in a few days but he looks well rested and not so brought down by the weight of so many responsibilities that come with being such a hero. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” He nods and you watch as hair falls in his face. 

“You need a haircut buddy.” You tease him and Steve glares at you playfully before he runs his hand through his hair and that does absolutely nothing to fix it. 

“I kind of like it.” He admits with a shrug and you nod, it does look good on him.

“You just get back?” He asks and you smile through the lie. “Yeah, just got back.”

You follow him into the kitchen where you hear the familiar sound of the coffee maker, taking a seat on one of the empty stools that stand at the kitchen island as he goes to grab a cup from one of the cabinets.

“Why are you having coffee now?” You ask in curiosity and Steve does a terrible job at hiding his amusement as he places his cup next to the coffee maker and waits. 

“It’s not for me,” He gives no more explanation than that and you only wonder who it’s for, the coffee mug he chose doesn't look familiar.

“Cool, cool.” You nod before silence pushes its way between the two of you, and you can't help the selfishness you feel for blaming him for what happened back then, for not hearing him through when he tried to explain before you left. 

You felt so many things back then, so much and so deeply and you don't even know how you didn’t end up do something stupid or reckless. 

A part of you had wanted to follow her when she walked out, wanted to understand why she thought you weren't enough for her.

Maybe it was your pride, maybe it was your bleeding heart that rooted you down making it impossible to move, or maybe it was the fear of everything blowing up even more than it already had but you let her walk away.

“I don’t want what you want.” 

The words ring in your mind like church bells, loud and all consuming, echoing but never leaving you in silence. 

“I’m sorry.” The soft spoken apology brings you back from thoughts of the past and you blink away the tears that carry your pain.

“It's…” You trail off.

Not okay. 

You wish you could forgive him, you wish you didn't blame him even just a little but you do and you don't know when you can fully forgive him for something that wasn’t solely his fault. “You were only doing what I asked you to, it’s not… your fault.” He nods at your words before turning and busying his hands with pouring the coffee into the mug.

He told you once, before you got the courage to ask Natasha out, that he thought the two of you would be good for each other. That you should face the uncertainty of her feelings toward you with confidence, you would never know if you didn't ask, right?

“You’re still my friend Steve. That hasn’t changed.”

You call out as he’s about to turn the corner to leave the kitchen, you need him to know that. That no matter what, he’s still your friend.

He gives you a nod that lets you know you haven't lost him and you breathe a little easier.

...

“Hey,” You don't turn around to see her, you don't look up from the glass of brandy in your hands, you don't think you can. 

“It’s… good to see you.” 

“Yep.” You mutter as you finish your drink and place it down on the counter. “So good,” The sarcasm is clear in your voice and you ignore the urge to look up when you feel that she’s moving closer.

You don't want to look up, you don’t want to see her a year older than before. You don't want to feel your chest cave in when you see her, when the breath is stolen from you and held hostage.

You missed her, god you missed her so much and now she’s right here and you can’t even look at her. 

“I’m sorry.” Maybe it’s the drinks you’ve had or maybe it's the emotions that keep piling up that pull the words from you, but all you know is that they ring true. 

You’re apologizing to her and a part of you wants to snatch it back before it takes flight, before there is no way you can get it back. 

But you are sorry, for being weak, for falling head over heels for her, for loving her so much that she had to turn away to breathe. 

“I’m sorry.”

...

[xo-alie-xo]

PORTWELL LONG GAME OR RINA SLOWBURN.

You can only choose one poison.🍷

Listen up my Wildcats.🐱

We all ship each character with happiness. No matter how much you love to hate them, a majority of us simply adores the characters and want the best for them. Then comes relationships and it's okay to ship our favorites.⛴

I'm a diehard Rina shipper and I know in my heart that they are series endgame. The set up, the natural chemistry, their mutual understanding, the surprises and angst literally put me on chokehold. So I'm 100% a Rina shipper till the end. I'm here for the slowburn and their development rather than one shots. They are worth the pain. 😭❤

Let me start with Ricky Bowen now.

Ricky shouldn't to be with Gina because he's hurting her mentality. He's not insensitive on purpose. Like when he tried to stop Big Red from telling her his message to Nina because he KNOWS it'll hurt her.

If you think, that Ricky didn't understand clearly when Gina confessed, think again. He shushed her. Kept their thing a secret from everyone. He knows he feels some type of way and she feels something too. But this boy is so used to safeguarding his childhood norms and has very little adaptability. Hence, he pretended to ignore everything between them because his home stability was falling apart and he clinged on to Nina, his constant childhood love.

He's a traumatised 16-17 year old boy that needs to heal and grow. This episode was heartbreaking because he had to accept that he had to let Nina go because their once upon a time fairytale had become toxic.

People change. I'm not the same person I was when I was 16 lmao. Being together as childhood lovers means growing together and accepting each other's growth. Which Ricky couldn't. He clutched to the idea of Nini. Even his love confession. It was sooo sweet but all he did was focus on their history.

This boy needs time to heal and maybe seek professional therapy. It would be so DAMN HISTORIC if Disney decides to take psychological issues seriously and show how he's dealing with his anxiety, pills and psychotherapy. He needs to breathe before he can be with any girl for that matter. He's hurting and isn't trying to hurt anyone on purpose. Including Gina.

Him asking her for advice on Nini was a dumb, insensitive move. But he's trying to find a way to build some supportive friendship that they shared in early season one.

As for now, this boy needs to get his own grip on life and heal.

As for our Queen Gina

In Gina's confession, she focuses on their future. She basically said, "I wouldn't quit on a possible future of us being together despite obstacles. Because I never quit. But moving away isn't in my control." Ricky deep down knows this, encouraged her to say it, teary eyed, despite right after getting back together with Nini. Gina is his future. She went to his new house. And I also have this feeling that when she was given a chance to stay, she stayed partly because of Ricky. She left a chance to be with her mom because she prioritised their relationship. Because she never quits. 💪🏼

But she came back and found out Ricky has gotten back together with Nini.😭 What she doesn't know is Ricky got together with Nina before her confession, and after Gina kept dodging his messages. She's hurt and questions why she returned because she isn't particularly close to anyone. Hence, she was so silent at the after party. She thinks it'll be fine, "she'll live", and finds other reasons to find permanence. Her arc this season has been settling down in East High, despite the pain of losing and being 'betrayed' by Ricky, she finds other reasons to stay. 🏡

This kind of contrasts her with Nina. Nina left her dream school and came to Salt Lake because she missed her established home, and not just because of Ricky. Nina returned and was loved and embraced by Ricky Bowen.💕 Gina came back to a semi new place called Salt Lake because of her promise of a future to Ricky. But she got stabbed and she bled. 💔🗡

Think about her situation. She feels confused, alone, heartbroken, out of place and seperated from her mom. She's broken and hurting too. And she doesn't need more from Ricky's accidental or intentional 'sick burns'. That's the one line where he was such a jerk and I can't defend him here. 😠

Here comes the Caswells.

Her second family. A place of healthy stability. A home that accepted her. Ashlyn, her roomie and her confidante. EJ, the misunderstood boy who saw her value and bought her plane ticket.

Let's get to EJ.

At first, I wasn't too keen on seeing Portwell's development. But then that video chat where they talk about the possibility of her staying and him convincing her. Had me sold for a solid brother-sister relationship. Few episodes later, when Gina's pain seemed to be oblivious to everyone, he was the only one who asked her how she was, and saw her glow. The comfort she must've felt.

Not that she needs a man's validation, but she must be feeling like a second choice and feeling a little insecure because of Ricky. But EJ lifts her up and I genuinely saw her smile. This boy has her back whenever. The man she can lean on and truly sees how special she is. She no longer feels alone now that she has his entire fam and other friends. She genuinely feels a place of belonging and happiness when she's the apple of his eye. Notice how happy she is? How happy this boy is? She's going through her own issues and she has found ground with EJ.

I was very doubtful when they started hinting at a romantic direction. Because EJ would be used as plot device again for a girl to get to Ricky.😤 This man doesn't deserve to be second best to anyone, just like Gina.😑 That's why I'm still hesitant on shipping them at least temporarily. EJ needs to be something even more special to Gina. They need to show each other how special and treasured they are to each other despite feeling like rejects. They are each other's source of comfort.

I'm sure they can keep EJ at East High for the next season. Whether it's the drama club, or the AV club or going to a local college. So he will be there for Gina. I don't know how they can work out a relationship with much distance as Rini's fell out when she moved away. So, if EJ leaves again, it'll again shake up Gina. Her being worried whether he'll date college girls, second thoughts, etc. I don't want them to go through that. And if they do move on to romantic Portwell, make sure it's not plot device for Rina. So you can either have Portwell endgame or Rina Endgame.

Basically I want Gina to be treated so right that she understands she doesn't need Ricky. And when he does ask her out, and he makes her feel like a second choice or a rebound, she says NO. Because EJ has helped regain her self assurance. Eventually I want Gina to confide in EJ about her and Ricky. EJ is jealous but also angry about how Ricky has been hurting her. And becomes damn protective of his 'babe'. Ricky gets jealous of their relationship, restarting Ricky and EJ's old rivalry. But this time, it's not because Gina is his girlfriend, but because she's EJ's best friend who he has a crush on and wants what's best for her.

If it's meant to be Rina endgame

EJ- RICKY, YOU IDIOT! You have no clue how to treat her right. You don't put her first. You mislead her. Get the hell away from her! She's too powerful and beautiful, she doesn't deserve your scraps. I know how she feels for you. I wish I were you. I would treat her like a queen. I don't mind even waiting years till she's ready. She deserves that. You're so lucky you have even a small chance that I may never have. So get your act together, prove you're worth it to win her over. All I want is for her to be happy. Even if it's with someone else. And maybe then I'll stop threatening you to stay away from her.😠

Ricky- .....I don't know what I'm more scared of. Change, or losing the girl I fell for or YOU. Okay, losing her but you're a close second.😬

If it's Portwell endgame.

Ricky- I messed up. Make sure you don't mess up with her. You'll regret it forever.

EJ- I'd rather get hit by thousand basketballs than ever hurt her. I'll be her plus one and her best friend until she's ready to be with me. I know she's ready now too. But I want her to know I'm willing to wait till she graduates before we make it official. I'm in it for the long game.

As for their age gap. I'm 100% sure Portwell won't kiss this season. If they do, it'll be next when Sofia turns 18. They are professional actors who are cast because they are the perfect fit for the role and are expected to carry out the storyline. But I suppose fearing some outbursts, they might delay Sofia kissing anyone till next season. It's so weird because Olivia was maybe 17 when Matt was 21-22 when they kissed in season one. But no one had a problem with that. But for this, they do. Remember, they are professional actors. They are acting! Sometimes, actors are over 10 years apart (but above 18) and act as romantic partners.

As for their characters, they are only two years apart. That's hardly any difference once you're over the age of 18. Age of consent is 16. But adults above 18 are only allowed to have sex with adults above 18. So, age isn't a problem here because EJ is a gentleman and is genuinely interested in her and isn't trying to get in her pants. So age isn't the issue when it comes to dating. It's the maturity. Gina is very mature and gives very sound advice. But I can see EJ being patient enough till she turns 18 just to kiss her because he loves her. 😚

As for the Ashlyn remark, "You look like a kid to me rn". He was JOKING.😂 Don't take things out of context. I tell my cousin sister that all the time. But she's three years younger than me and a grown adult. I don't see her as a kid but it's just a cousin teasing her younger cousin that's she's a little immature. I'm Matt's age and I'm very mature for my age and since I was a teenager, I always matched up with boys a little older than me. Now that I'm in my early 20s, I've dated boys even close to 30. So age is just a number.

EJ dating Gina and giving her quick kisses is fine. But to have a strong sexual element in their relationship (including making out), he'll have to wait till she's 18+. And I'm sure for that he'll wait till she's ready even past her early 20s. Age is really just a number and we can't help who we fall in love with. Trust me, I've been there.😂 So I can see EJ feeling conflicted about his feelings that are clear at this point.

They might not be a perfect fit, but they make each other sooo happy. They deserve a lot more than a short lived fling.😟 They are either endgame or Rina is. You can't have both as a Rina unless you're an EJ hater who wants him to exist as plot device. Nope! He's sooo much more precious than that.

But Jack on the other hand....I'm okay if he's the one to make Ricky or EJ jealous. Because he's just been introduced and it's okay if a character is used, but only once, for someone else to realize their feelings. 💁🏽‍♀️

In short.

Ricky needs help and needs to be on his own. No girlfriends allowed.🙅🏽‍♀️🚫

Needs to give both Gina and Nina space for them to grow on their own too.🌳

Ricky needs to understand the core of his problems and become more adaptable via therapy. Maybe the psychologist will point out his unresolved feelings for Gina, or he will conclude it himself. And in comes Ricky-pining-for-Gina season three.

Ricky needs to fully get over Nina before he moves on to anyone. Same for Gina if Portwell were to happen. No one deserves to be second choice.

Gina isn't Ricky's cushion. She's a living person with strong feelings for him and shouldn't be subjected to share his pain. She already struggles with her own issues.

Ricky needs to stay single till he wins back Gina and prove he's worth it. He needs to show even if another girl wants him, he'll never quit on Gina ever again. Even if he has to watch her be with someone else. *cough parallels*.

It's either romantic Rina then Portwell endgame OR Portwell flirty besties but Rina endgame. You and I can choose only one because my boy EJ shouldn't be used as plot device for a girl to leave for Ricky ever again.

Portwell's age difference can be practically solved and isn't much of an issue unless they get hot and heavy before Gina turns 18 which is impossible considering this is Disney. 🤣🤣

Jack and Gina will be plot device material and purely so sentimental to us OG Andi Mack fans. More than any ship, this is what I'm looking for. Sort of an Andi Mack crack ship for season 3a. It's gonna be soooo funny. 😍😂

I respect everyone's ship. I see what you're seeing. And I'm not going to invalidate your ship. But unless it's done right, I won't jump from the Rina ship. I liked Rini. I like Portwell. I like AU Juffy crackship haha.😂 But as for me, I'm still holding on to Rina slowburn.

Preparing myself for the pain. 😭🔥

(But if I had to pair two characters without Disney getting in the way, it would be Gini. The power duo. Undeniable chemistry. They can be written so well because of their layered relationship and contrasting personalities.🤩 The classic rivals to friends to lovers. But that's a talk for another day lmao.)

Thanks for reading my opinion, Wildcat!🐱❤

[sleepysnk]

this wasn't a request, but i've had this song on repeat for days. i decided to make it into a fic! this is a fic about Eren and reader on their wedding day, and i just feel like the song would fit the vibe. i hope you all enjoy! :) i loved writing this

Eren x Fem!Reader Modern AU: POV

Warnings: None

Eren felt the nervousness spreading throughout his body as he stood at the altar waiting for (Y/N), who was his fiance, to come out. He felt like he could throw up right now, he hadn't been more nervous in his damn life. He was about to marry the love of his life.

The doors opened and he shifted a bit. He listened as the music began to play, he hadn't seen her since he left their apartment together that morning. She wanted to make it special, so no sneak peeks of her before the reception.

He looked in the audience and saw Mikasa, Armin, and his other friends sitting there. They gave him a thumbs-up and tried to make him feel less nervous than he already was. Eren could practically pass out right now, but that wouldn't help at all.

That's when (Y/N) appeared at the end of the isle. She wore a lovely white wedding dress, that had long sleeves. Her father by her side, and her hair was done in curls with small flowers and hair pins keeping it up.

Eren felt emotions running through him, he never imagined she would look that beautiful. She gave him a smile and tried to maintain her composure, she was emotional herself. Flashbacks began to play in his head, from the day they met, to their first date, to even their first time together.

"Eren! Dude! You're staring again.." Armin said and looked at his friend.

He shook his head. "My bad! She's just so pretty.. (Y/N) always does" he replied and leaned against the desk as he watched the girl from afar.

Armin nodded. "You need to make a move, if you don't you'll regret it later!" he said and crossed his arms.

Eren looked at him. "What!? No way! I can't, she's too pretty for me" he replied and leaned back in his chair.

The bell rang and he stood up to go leave class. As he was about to exit, he bumped into (Y/N).

"Shit!" Eren said and looked down.

(Y/N) maintained her balance. "Ouch... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to" she said and rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed.

Eren stared down at her. He hadn't ever been this close to her before. "N-No! Don't worry! It was my fault... sorry (Y/N)" he said and looked away.

She chuckled. "It's okay Eren, don't worry about it" she replied and walked out of class.

That was so long ago, he remembered that day like it was yesterday. Eren couldn't help but smile at the memory of the two together, she was so young then and so was he. It felt like yesterday they were two high-school kids goofing off, and sneaking around to see each other.

His mind focused back to (Y/N). She was standing in front of him, and she had the biggest smile on her face.

"You look beautiful" Eren said and wiped his eyes a bit from some tears.

She laughed a bit. "You look handsome" she replied and looked at the priest.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union between Eren Jaeger, and (Y/N) (L/N). I now ask you both to read your vows to one another, starting with you Eren Jaeger" the priest said and looked at him.

He felt nervous as he took (Y/N)'s hands in his. He felt so shaky. "(Y/N), I can't believe that we finally got to this point in our relationship. I remember being so scared to approach you that day I saw you in class. the first time we met was awkward, I accidentally bumped into you, and I felt so embarrassed. 15 year old me we would have never knew you'd become my fiance. not a day has gone by where I have stopped loving you, hell, everyday I find a reason to. I remember all of our dates, meeting each others parents, even sneaking out in the rain to come give me one last kiss. I also remember moving you into my apartment, you seemed genuinely happy to get rid of your shitty roommate Colleen. There have been good and bad moments, I remember going to Mikasa a lot when we would fight. I was so scared to lose you. I'm so glad I got the opportunity to grow with you, you've made me into a better person, and I couldn't ask for a better fiance. You have made me one of the happiest men alive, and I'm so happy I got to be the man who made you happy. You never fail to amaze me my love, and i'm so thankful for you. I promised to never leave your side 5 years ago, and here we are. I love you (y/n). Forever and always" Eren said and smiled at her

(Y/N) felt some tears come to her eyes as he spoke. She hadn't ever heard him speak so passionately about her, it made her so emotional.

"And now you (Y/N) (L/N), please read your vows" the priest said and looked at her.

She sighed and smiled at him as she spoke. "Eren. I remember meeting you that day in school, you practically almost knocked me down with how fast you ran. I couldn't tell you how many times I think about that day, you became such a big part of my life so fast. I remember how nervous I was to bring you to meet my family, that feels like yesterday huh? We were just high school kids running around goofing off. Now here we are, years later when so many people doubted us. You've made me so happy throughout the years, those late night calls, dates, lovely gifts, the i love yous, and even meeting your parents were some of the best nights of my life. I couldn't ask for a better man, I remember all of my friends telling me that you weren't good enough for me, but I could see that you were. I've never once questioned my love for you Eren, you never have failed to amaze me with your jokes or your silly actions. I always knew you were the one for me, even with as young as I was, I saw something in you. I remember that promise you made me, and it lingers in my head all the time. Thank you for being so patient with me, and dealing with my moodiness. You've seen me at some of my best and some of my worst, and i'm truly thankful for you to be by my side. I love you more than life itself Eren, I couldn't ask for a better fiance. I love you so so much Eren. Forever and always my love." she said and wiped a few tears from her eyes.

Eren smiled and felt some tears slip from his own eyes. "Very passionate you two" the priest said and smiled.

"I now ask you two to repeat the marriage vows. Do you Eren Jaeger, take (Y/N) (L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" he asked.

Eren smiled. "I do" he replied and looked at (Y/N).

"Do you (Y/N) (L/N), take Eren Jaeger to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" the priest asked.

She smiled at Eren. "I do" she replied.

The ring bearer who was Falco came forward with the rings. "I ask you to both wear these rings as a reminder of the vows you've both made today, your wedding day" the priest said.

Eren and (Y/N) took the rings from the pillow and slipped the rings onto each other's fingers. (Y/N) smiled at the diamond on her finger.

"Is there anybody here that would object to this marriage? If not please hold your peace" the priest asked and looked around at the crowd.

Silence filled the room. "I know pronounce you husband and wife. Eren you may kiss the beautiful bride" he said and smiled.

Eren and (Y/N) leaned into each other and kissed. The crowd began to clap and cheer as the two turned to face the crowd.

Eren rubbed away a few tears. "I love you" he said and looked at her.

(Y/N) giggled and hugged him. "I love you more" she replied and gave him another kiss.

@jaegerbomb20 @ererokii

[obscureoperations]

ok feel free to delete this if you aren't into blood play cuz I know its not everyone's cup of tea

but.

I was thinking about a scenario where Martin agrees to be tormented when he's gotten really hungry. tie him up, make sure he knows the rules, establish a safe word. basically the scenario involves teasing Martin with your own blood and making it so he can't get to it to drink, but also pushing and teasing him about the fact you're bleeding and he's hungry and all he really has to do is safe word and he can drink. but he's a good boy, so he won't. and you know he won't.

(of course this involves a lot of trust and intermittent check ins to make sure he is truly okay in the moment which brings out the intimacy here (yes. intimate blood play. it makes sense leave me alone))

telling him to keep his eyes on the cut in your finger as it drips blood down onto his chest. not letting him look away. reminding him how hungry he must be and telling him to not struggle and keep his eyes on you.

by the end of the scene hes crying and in a real deep headspace. ignoring his most important need. for you. all because you told him to.

(of course afterwards he gets taken care of all sweet n stuff :) )

I'm actually not opposed.. not at all! I love the detail.. and I really tried to do this justice to no avail. This is one of the premises that I can see myself coming back to. Trying to turn it from word vomit into an actual story!

Stray tears continue to trickle past his hairline, seeping into the thousand thread count pillow..Cheeks burning with shame.. Martin’s eyes remain fixated on the ceiling--the thin jagged crack that starts at the fan all the way to the far corner of your room. He felt heavy, nearly saturated with guilt the moment you began to ‘take care of him’. Your fingers gripped his thighs with an almost otherworldly force, as you pin his slight hips to the bed. Questions of who he belonged to.. What was his name… why exactly should he be apologizing.

Martin was still at you kept him tethered to the edge of delirium. Lips moving over his flesh in a way that reminded him that you still cared-- Teeth gently nipping at his neck tongue laving over his racing pulse. His mouth was dry, the gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach was almost unbearable. The coppery scent was unmistakable, it curled at his nostrils causing him to swoon. The smell was unique, almost spicy-- everything about it was decidedly you. He would catch glimpses of the heady aroma when you would accidentally nick yourself preparing dinner. Or that one time when you fell off your bike skinning your knee.

His hands were numb, wrists tied to the bedposts, he had no idea where you managed to acquire the rope. His legs were extended towards the edge of the bed, slightly parted ankles tethered to the bed. Luckily for him, you decided to spare him some dignity. He was completely bare save for his shorts. Mouth sized bruises adorn his collar, chest and ribs-- all ranging in various colors. Pools of blood began to dry and stick to his skin, he could feel them tighten under the breeze. He was shivering, eyes fixated on the laceration on your arm--he prayed you didn't press in too deep.

~

He could still taste the tears streaming down your cheeks the moment he crawled in through the window. You were shaking, struggling to contain your sobs.The look on your face practically broke his heart.

“Martin… where were you?”

He momentarily seemed to lose the ability to speak. His eyes remained glued to your angelic face. The tears flowed freely. He never knew you to display any emotion beyond very mild annoyance-- You were shivering, arms wrapped around yourself protectively-- this was something completely new. He messed up.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry..”

~

“Why not me?”

You had asked him that question every single time. You knew all about his sickness, his actual need for blood. You knew that he couldn’t go to a hospital...he would be locked up forever-- Then why not you?

He claimed that you were far too precious to him. If he ever hurt you “He would die”

This was far worse, he had been doing so well-- You were on the verge of full blown panic whenever you could hear police sirens in the distance.

Martin knew what he was doing, he was quick on his feet, there was very little reason you should fear for his safety. But still, what if he messed up and made a mistake. You would never forgive yourself if something happened to him.

So he agreed. If anything to regain your trust-- and hopefully make amends. The safe word was “silk” ; he could use it at any time when things became too much. He wasn’t allowed to drink from you until you explicitly tell him it’s okay.

He had no idea what he was getting into, he nearly used the word the moment you picked up the blade.You winced ever so slightly as the steel pierced your skin--the ropes were the only thing stopping him from wrapping you in his arms. You didn’t have to hurt yourself for him. The blood began to pool down your arm, he wanted to scream. You seem almost mesmerized for a moment yourself as the crimson rivulets begin to drip down your wrist. His eyes remain transfixed, his face grows hot--the stabbing pain in his stomach causing him to wince. “Yn..p-please be careful” he whispers. Was that a warning or a request?

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you poise your arm over his chest-- squeezing gently as a few droplets land against his skin. He hisses sharply, eyes immediately screw shut-- white hot electricity surged up his spine. Every nerve ending set on edge as the coppery scent hits his nostrils

~

You take your time, painting red washed lines across his chest as his fingers helplessly grasp at the bed posts. He was panting, clearly tenting in his shorts, but he still refused to look at you.

“Martin, open your eyes..”

He shakes his head, images swirling through his mind. He saw mobs chasing him through the city. Torches blazing as he scrambles down cobblestone stairs. He saw the woman on the train laying practically lifeless. He saw the image of you from one of his dreams.

~

The two of you had very nearly broken up--but that was towards the beginning of your relationship. You knew that Martin had nightmares--this was when you first began to discover the depth of his sickness. It started with him talking in his sleep, waking up in tears unaware of his surroundings. It only got worse till one day you woke up in the middle of the night to find him locked in the bathroom sobbing uncontrollably. You begged and pleaded for over an hour for him to just open the door. He refused, he was so scared that he might have hurt you. As it turns out he dreamed that he had actually killed you. It all started from accidentally tasting a stray droplet of your blood. In fact, it was a few days after he had patched up your thumb after your run in with the kitchen knife.

Better than he ever imagined, the taste alone sparked something inside of him. He was so worried that one day he might not be able to contain himself. He was so scared that he might hurt you. You noticed his somber demeanor, but the pieces didn’t click until you found him in the midst of a literal breakdown. You didn’t care, you wanted him with you for the rest of your life. You were certain you could show him how to be good.

~

“Martin.. It’s okay… please look at me darling”

After a moment, he opens his eyes. Damp lashes cling to porcelain cheeks-- you only wanted to hold him. His gaze gradually moves from your face to the tips of your bloodied fingers, still glistening in the light. His stomach turns, threatening to collapse in on itself as he resumes tugging at the restraints.

“Y/n.. p-please.. We--ah.. We shouldn’t do this…”

Do what… sweetheart?” You coo, painting a crimson line just beneath his lips. In that moment you could have sworn his eyes shone brighter, almost amber under the lamplight. The force of his thrashing causes the bed posts to creak.. Groaning heavily beneath the pressure.

No no no… this was not a good idea everything about you smelled so warm and inviting.

He tries his best to school his face into a pleading expression, tongue darting over cracked lips.

“You should-- just clean up, and untie me.. I feel so much better now. “

“Untie you?” you snort as you trace your fingers over his lips, as he fruitlessly attempts to tilt his head. You can feel him tense as a strange sort of shiver rolls through him.

“And then what are you going to do…”

Tears begin to freely flow down his cheeks as he shakes his head. “N-nothing.. I swear..”

“I know this Martin.. You’re not going to hurt me.. You never would.”

His chest heaves, you could have sworn you feel some of the tension leave his body.

“No.. never!”

“Are you hungry darling?”

“Y-yess” There was something about the raw unfiltered need in his voice that caused something inside to ignite. You were familiar with it sure-- it wasn’t rare that you had him nearly slipping off the bed.

But this was different.

You only wanted to cure him of his nightmares, but in that moment you feared you were making everything worse. You just wanted to show Martin that you trusted him completely. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you even if he tried.

With a shaky hand, he draws your fingers to his lips, keeping the blood stained digits poised directly over his mouth. His breath came out in heated puffs, reminding you of this old rottweiler that used to be chained up in your neighbor’s yard.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you weave your fingers through his hair--noting as he leans into your hand. Breath ghosting along your palm--the tip of his nose brushing over the hardened bits of blood. You can feel him inhale deeply, as another shiver shoots through his slight frame. His teeth digs into his bottom lip as he relishes in the brief bits of attention. You continue to whisper to him words of affirmation. Thanking him for behaving so sweetly.

There was always one small vein on his forehead that always seemed more pronounced whenever he was in pain. Martin had migraines, so you saw it alot. He refused to take medicine, in fear that it might “make him loopy” His cheeks were flushed, brows furrowed in agony-- you couldn’t help the sudden pang of guilt. You already knew that Martin would never hurt you… why on earth did you think this was a good idea?

In a haste you reach for the razor, digging it into the palm of your hand. You begin to squeeze at your wrist, urging the blood to flow. You lean in, pressing a kiss against his temple as drops of blood coats your fingertips. You press one of your stained fingers to his mouth

“Martin… drink..”

He shook his head almost violently, pressing his cheek against the pillow. The motion left a bloody streak across his face. He could feel the droplets hardening by the second, his teeth immediately sink into his bottom lip. You were perched atop of him, knees resting against each side of his hips-- you sink down just a bit further. He lets out an audible gasp as your hips rock against his clothed erection-- droplets of blood pool into the dips of his collarbone.

He wanted to die… he truly wanted to die. There was no way that this could possibly be okay. Why would you want him to drink from you? You were so much more than one of his victims, you were his entire life. He valued your livelihood so much more than his own.

He failed to realise he was staring off into space, until your fingertips began to ghost along his jawline

“Sweetheart, are you okay?

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?” you sink back further onto your knees. The sudden bout of friction causes him to shiver.

“Plea- No.. y/n. Don’t stop..”

After a moment, he slowly reaches for your hand, you press your palm directly against his lips. You can still feel the rumbles emanating from his ribs, arms tugging fruitlessly at the restraints. Stray droplets of blood adorn his chest, the crimson stream begins to drip past his cheeks. He was panting, even as you press your fingers through the crack of his lips. Breath seemed to still within his chest.

Tears continued to spill down his cheeks, seeping down into his hairline. Had you actually “broken” your boyfriend? What was wrong? Surely he wasn’t this repulsed by your blood alone.

“Martin.. I’m so sorry..” You whisper suddenly, his eyes remain fixed upon the ceiling, the crimson rivulets drip past his firmly closed lips.

You continue to weave your fingers through his hair, as his lips slowly part beneath your hand.

Tugging as you whisper against his ear. “ Darling.. Please drink..”

[uwua3]

Hi Bunnie! Your Misumi jealousy headcanon was so so amazing! Would it be okay to request the same hc but for Kazu, Tenma + Taichi? Ty and can't wait to see more from you! 🐰

oh my gosh! thank you so much!!! that makes me so happy to hear you enjoyed it; tbh i was a bit nervous due to the different take on misumi’s more thoughtful, erratic side so i’m glad it wasn’t too ooc! for you, i’d love to do a jealous hc for kazunari, tenma, and taichi! let’s GOOO !!!

summary: everyone gets their heart broken, and you were the cause of their broken hearts

warnings: anxiety, cheating, fake/toxic relationships, heartbreak, unrequited love

author’s note: i hope you enjoy it! thank you so much for your support ♡ this is definitely on the longer side for sure, i hope it’s worth the read!!!

i explored different types of jealousy for each person and how it would affect their daily lives! sometimes, the best thing to do is not act on your impulses. is it really worth losing a relationship with someone over? arguably, the only person with a “happy ending” would be taichi~ fair warning!

word count: 4,799 (total) — 2,078 (kazunari), 1,616 (tenma), 1,105 (taichi)

music: ghost heart – closure (kazunari), shouldn’t couldn’t wouldn’t – niki, rich brian (tenma), needs – verzache (taichi)

jealousy (pt.1)

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

it was so hard to always thrive off the attention of others when it was exhausting keeping a smile up

sure, kazunari was a burden when he was excited with his nonstop, loud rant about whatever he learned in his liberal arts university... but people seemed to like him even less when he was quiet and contemplative. he was the butt of the joke, so he had to fake it until he made it

he’d rather be the funny jokester of the group and be remembered as the tolerated clown than forgotten completely

kazunari wanted people to come to him, be his friend, and find him important in their life. kazunari wanted to be everyone’s favorite, the #1, the name you’d say when asked who your best friend was

but no one liked him like that. no one looked to him first when a joke was made to check if he was laughing, everyone assumed he was. but it was so much energy to keep this happy go lucky act and it began taking away from his art

envy made up every cell of his being as he saw groups of supportive friends, students congratulated in front of the class, and just happiness in general. kazunari was always jealous, he wanted so much. he wanted someone to be his best friend

and then, you aced the role with no auditions needed. you made the cut, you entered his life as kazunari’s best friend

you made an effort to include him in group activities, responded to his over–the–top DMs with too many emojis, and even amused him with his spontaneous ideas like road trips to the next town over for the hell of it

it didn’t matter if he called you at the crack of dawn, you picked up before the last ring with just as much enthusiasm to go wherever to make lifelong memories

kazunari didn’t have to pretend like he was full of energy around you, because he was! you charged him up to his full battery and he wouldn’t stop moving until he had you to himself for a few hours

at first, it started out by staying a little bit longer after group project meetings, offering to get absolutely buzzed on overpriced hipster coffee he had to perfect as a barista, and exchanging obvious notes in class while getting in trouble for snickering way too loud

then it became seeing premieres of movies kazunari honestly didn’t care about, he just wanted to do the yawn trick without getting made fun of. he liked dramatically fighting over the popcorn with you before pretending to give up, knowing damn well at the end he’d let you have all his snacks. movies became any event possible: single mixers that were just them huddling in a corner planning to make the most memorable exit ever, mall trips that had inappropiate fashion shows in the dressing rooms before getting kicked out, even beach visits year–round and complaining when the temperatures were too extreme but still having the sickest bonfire

all these moments were posted on his private, more personal instagram where his feed would have your face in every row (he also posted the extremely candid shots of you, he was sneaky with his camerawork). everyone with a social media account knew you guys were platonic soulmates, people destined to meet each other and be by their side for every lifetime

it moved into territory like bringing you to his favorite secret hideouts. eventually, it came down to places he knew his other friends would trash and poke fun at. he began trusting you with his most prized places. his safe space that became yours as well

even his art studio rented out at the border of the urban city with a water–damaged wooden floor. you would drop by everytime he didn’t respond to your text within 10 minutes, with plenty of food because you knew kazunari gets into an obsessive state with completing a project in one sitting. he let you in without a second thought even though you had the spare key; now you were lounging upon a thrifted sofa staring at the sunset

golden hour was gorgeous on you, kazunari thought out of no where, shocking him to the core when he nearly dropped his paintbrush onto the plastic covers. get a hold of yourself man! whatever, he always hyped you up, it wasn’t a big deal. it was just usually, intentional

you didn’t seem to notice, scrolling through your phone as your shadow giggled at something on screen. kazunari felt sick (and it wasn’t the cheap takeout), he hated not being in on the joke and getting left out. jealousy brewed at the pit of his stomach as he faked a childish huff to get your attention. you didn’t look over, too busy sending a meme to someone

“whatchu laughing at?” kazunari asked curiously as he resumed painting, to which you fidgeted under his gaze. shrugging nonchalantly, you pocketed your phone that pinged with a notification. the vibration caused you to read the screen immediately without a second thought. huh...

“just some guy.” you offhandedly mentioned, opening some dating app kazunari could pinpoint. he didn’t know you even liked those types of meet–ups, he dropped his brush this time before fumbling to pick it up as cool as possible

pretending to pay attention to the painting, he lost focus as he glanced at your frame. you looked so relaxed, so casual, who were you so close to? you always told him about the few partners you had, this one threw him for a loop

“guy? don’t tell me my best friend is falling in love~!” kazunari quipped, feigning a pose of shock like it was the worst thing he’s ever heard. honestly, maybe it was, or he was a damn good actor and those hours of practice were working. maybe they were if his best friend couldn’t even see past his facade

you blushed at the implication, but didn’t deny it. you just muttered something about having privacy and rolling over to your side, continuing to text at an inhuman speed

kazunari frowned slightly, drawing his eyebrows together as he couldn’t help but steal glances at your backside. usually he got a joke, a confirmation he was basically your boyfriend, and they both hysterically laughed about it at the end of the day. not this time, apparently

this time, it was different. next time he saw you wasn’t sitting next to him in class, or beneath his arm hiding from the scary film on the projector, it was at the café you frequented to see him. except, you were with someone else. kazunari hadn’t seen you in so long, ever since you were caught messaging someone else

you ordered the same thing as always, you didn’t even have to ask before kazunari had it ready for you. but his whole personality was jittery, like he accidentally ate the entire stock of cacao beans raw. he stammered and his tone fell flat, contrasting his lively speech and flair for drama. he looked... overwhelmed

kazunari spilt your date’s drink last second, his chaotic mind barely controlling his limbs as he knocked over the order. as you tried helping him, every customer saw kazunari hide back in the shell he tried so hard to break. he simply shook his head and delivered his customer service monologue about being very sorry and the next one was on the house

there was at least in attempt in sounding cheerful, but coach would’ve definitely cursed him out for his terrible performance. he knew he was showing too much teeth right now and his eyes were too big to be genuine, but he couldn’t do anything else without his foot tapping repetitively

when you shot him concerned side–eyes from their usual table by the window, you looked different in the orange–hued sky. you were gorgeous in golden hour, kazunari bitterly thought as he wiped down the surfaces until he could see his teary eyes staring back with disgust. he was letting his guard down in front of everyone, how lame

he could hear your walls coming down, you becoming attached to the hip with that date of yours as you two became the only customers left. he heard it all, the flirting, the conversations that would definitely lead to you going back to their place with them. he excused himself to his indifferent manager before hiding in the employee stall, sliding his back down against the wall to sit down on the cold tile floor

kazunari found dates boring. all they led to was him getting his unfinished meal in styrofoam boxes and taking an uber to your place to spill what happened like it was a daily struggle. you laughed and laughed, never having stories of your own since kazunari lived through a lifetime of them for the tall tales

kazunari wanted to go back to that, when both of you were single and laughing together about how absolutely dumb committed relationships were. who else would they need besides each other? kazunari remembered asking, knowing all they could trust in was each other forever

but more importantly, maybe kazunari wanted to be more than your best friend. you were the one who cured his constant artist’s blocks with just words of affirmation, the heartfelt gestures making his serotonin levels skyrocket to oblivion before maxing out on the motivation to create anything that would make your efforts worth it

kazunari thought he just did his best with his friends by his side. but, was it normal for friends to feel like this? kazunari began imagining a painting of a figure, of someone that looked like you, except they were so far away and out of his reach. he wanted to jump through the frame and find you, manifest you for him only

no matter what he did, he couldn’t get the face to resemble anything like yours, like you weren’t his to claim creative rights over anymore

kazunari was jealous. jealous of how easily passerbys fell in love with the way you made anyone feel like they were the main character of their own story. kazunari felt stupid, like he was your comic relief sidekick who so desperately would do anything to be your final love interest

alone, kazunari laughed pitifully to himself as he picked his head up to hear your voice through the thin walls. whatever elaborate joke you were playing on him, it wasn’t funny in the slightest

he only wanted you to laugh with him, hell, he’d go make a fool of himself at any time even if meant you laughed at him

you weren’t one of his artworks, yet you were a masterpiece compared to any canvas he could have made in his entire career

kazunari wanted to paint you in all the colors possible, make you see how you were the rainbow after his rainy life

pushing himself up, kazunari stumbled out of the bathroom before shaking his head. it wasn’t worth it, he got what he wanted, didn’t he? you’re still his best friend, you just loved someone else, that’s all. all he ever wanted was a best friend, why wasn’t he satisfied with that?

when would he stop being jealous? (when would he be your #1 boy? he thought against his will)

taking a deep breath to compose himself, kazunari smiled and waved at the new couple. he saw the relief on your face before you resumed the discussion with the most animated expression he hadn’t seen in a long time. he couldn’t even recall when

everything would go back to normal before you became kazunari’s best friend. you would begin hanging out with the other person more, taking them to all kazunari’s best events. you would eventually stop answering his calls because it interfered with the other person’s schedule. you’d have plans outside of him, and kazunari would go back to being by himself. he’d keep going on dates and stay till the end this time, searching for his #1

(he would have to mute your account after seeing your posts with them, but he never told you that)

kazunari heard something other than you. he looked towards the window: it was raining again, again, and again. he opened his smartphone to take a picture:

kaz–PIKO [new post!]: i hope this rain ends soon!!!

it didn’t, at least, not for a very long time

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

tenma was what you would call, gifted. grew up with successful, charistmatic parents who watched his every move like a hawk, never giving him the time to improve from his mistakes

so every time he didn’t immediately get something, he’d give up and find other things to beat others at

the only thing he did that was acceptable to his father was acting, so he never looked back

tenma became a headliner of countless blockbuster movies and walked the red carpet as a fabricated actor with no authenticity

magazines labelled tenma as the playboy with on & off again relationships, although they were staged by his label to make him appear like some heartbreaker

truth was, he’s just like every other high school student who was really bad at focusing on academics (and had definitely not been in a real relationship)

but tenma was famous, fake friends came and went every time his popularity rose, hitting him up for favors. it was okay, he was famous, anyways. it’s not like he needed a bunch of no–bodies

at least, that’s what he told himself every time he sat with his parents at awards banquets with no one to share his success

(tenma was not jealous at all of stars with full rows of people of their friends who were always so loud and supportive)

(it wasn’t awkward going up on stage to receive a trophy with only polite clapping in the background)

you got cast as tenma’s next love interest

you were supposed to be a fake relationship that lasted longer than every other person he’s been with before

you were an up and coming actress full of potential and enthusiasm to boot, ready to take on in the industry like you were the biggest threat around

but it was clear, you loved acting

you loved playing different characters like they were an extension of yourself, paying close attention to other people’s habits so you could incorporate it in your own persona

it was strange—meeting someone who loved acting at its core and didn’t do it for the money. most people wanted their name in lights, drama with them in the middle, to have an adoring fanbase. who actually liked acting as an art form?

tenma was sure you were just hiding something, lying about your sweetheart public image to gain fans

you and tenma became public by having a public brunch date (tenma hated brunch, it was so pointless!) where photographers hid in bushes to take expensive pictures of tenma’s newest girl

tenma at first put on a facade, pretending to be the cocky star everyone made him out to be by flexing his muscles with a charming but practiced wink. why not, right? every girl loved that!

all of a sudden, you were gripping the tablecloth, dying laughing as you tried your best to stifle your outrageous response. tenma grew hot under the collar when it was clear you were very much a real, hard to hide your feelings type person off screen

immediately, he told you off in an aggressive manner but before he could apologize for being so suddenly boyish, you retorted back just as quickly. the friendly banter between you two sent sparks flying from the electric energy

those staged acts didn’t have any effect on you (unless he was in the mood for some serious jokes which he gladly fought back) so a genuine friendship formed

due to you both being competitive at heart, you guys were always caught in a friendly rivalry where you two shared real bonding moments together

your chemistry was off the charts (your managers were both very pleased with the outcome, oblivious to tenma’s defensive no ways!)

tenma’s favorite memory was ditching a panel interview without his parent’s permission to go blow his money on a popular chain arcade im the mall he could most definitely afford with his credit card. it was impulse but he texted you the address and miracously, you showed up on your own

both of you wore the worst disguises possible: snapbacks and funky graphic tee shirts as if you two were just regular students. tenma tried everything that even caught his eye, and you knew he wasn’t entirely happy with anything he got despite winning ten games already

clearly he wasn’t getting distracted enough, something must have happened on set

so you made a bet, whoever won the basketball hoops game would take all the tickets. you knew this would ignite the competitive flame within tenma

“you’re on!” tenma declared, shaking your hand with a firm grip and wolfish grin. that would be one of the last times tenma saw you as “one of the boys”

it was when you finally won against his bruised ego but chose a prize for him that tenma realized, he liked you for you. normally, he’d be showering his fake partner with stuffed animals before being ditched on the street corner, the plastered smiles gone and replaced with nasty annoyance

(he’d never admit it, but even the fake affection was nice while it lasted)

no one really liked him for him, he was just another famous teen actor with passable looks to be the side boyfriend

yet, you still got him something despite winning, giving him the plant and ignoring his surprised face

it wasn’t expensive, but it was the most meaningful gift he’s ever received

it was the first time tenma was given a present like that: a tiny bonsai tree

“maybe that’ll teach you some responsibility!” you joked, pushing him teasingly as he just stared at the little tree, feeling like something inside grew as well

he ignored it by challenging you to a DDR tournament (you won, again)

tenma began seeing the bonsai as a symbol of your friendship with him, and it felt good to finally have someone who would go out of their way to be his friend

(as a result, the bonsai was as healthy as ever)

but maybe, his macho–man act turned you off the wrong way and made him seem like a spoiled rich kid. you never could open up seriously about problems you had without laughing at tenma’s serious face, always messing up his bright orange hair and calling him a loser

tenma was tired of being a kid in your eyes, he wanted to be your manly boyfriend that wasn’t just a legacy actor

he was jealous every time you talked about your actual friends from home, who you shared everything with and made them out like they were the best people on the planet

it was silly, but did you think about him like that? did your friends even know you were with him?

tenma, for the first time, wanted a relationship that was more than just a publicity stunt. he wanted to be your boyfriend, more than just the faker

he wanted to meet your friends, then your family, and learn more about who you actually were. know what you were made up of, past the glamarous movie lifestyle he knew too well

tenma wanted to stop lying to the media because you deserved the truth

tenma wanted to recite his script about love but mean it, pretending like he was staring into your eyes and delivering the best performance of his life (if you ignore the fact he almost said your name)

but every time you guys went out, you acted like you were a babysitter and tenma was a child. you never could see him as a potential partner, just a rival who reacted like a brother would

but you read his behavior all wrong

(though honestly, tenma took every opportunity possible to have you close, because he knew you’d never be his again)

by the time the contract was up, tenma was too late. you were ruffling his hair and smiling like a sibling would, commenting on how fun it was to be with him and he could call you up anytime for tutoring. to you, he was just some high schooler who needed you to study with

but to tenma, he had caught feelings and there was nothing he could do about it

tenma would soon see the tragic news titles of how japan’s favorite it–couple split and you moved onto someone else

(someone much more serious and cool than he was, unfortunately)

tenma began booking roles in much more different films, ones with much more somber tones and melancholy scenes that fit his jealousy perfectly (he was often reviewed as having a “real connection” to his character, like he lived through the pain)

tenma noticed the way you were around the same age as your idol partner, how you actually held his hand while blushing for once. you even kissed them and hugged them in front of the cameras, which you refused to do with tenma, saying it would be weird to kiss a kid

tenma was jealous. jealous how he wasn’t as grown up as you wanted him to be. how he wasn’t mature and had a fiery temper and didn’t think things through. but his next partner was assigned and he had an outing with them soon

as soon as tenma met up with them, he flashed a picture perfect smile and heard the cameras flash behind him. they seemed to like that

his new partner didn’t question a thing as tenma addressed them by your name without noticing

that day, tenma came home to his bonsai dying, despite watering it properly

tenma gave up on you, despite the jealousy. if he wasn’t good at this dating game, there was no need to try anymore

he didn’t return back to that arcade for a while

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

the moment taichi saw you, he was convinced you were the one like every hopeless romantic out there

he was literally blown away. the wind picked up stronger when he saw you and he swore he saw red hearts around you

pretending to skateboard like he was just passing by, he bumped into you on veludo way and pretended like he had no idea where he was going

“sorry! i’m a bit lost... could you help me?” taichi paired it with his puppy eyes and tragic pout, unaware he was a bunny face to face with a wolf in sheep’s clothing

but you recognized him, the famous actor from mankai’s autumn troupe

yet, you pretended to follow his plan, knowing how quickly mankai was regaining its popularity status in theatre

(hey, maybe you’d even get free stuff if you played your cards right)

then began your relationship with taichi, where he was head over skates for you and did everything in his power to make you stay

taichi rearranged his schedule for you, staying up countless hours into the next day just to text you and have every possible moment with you

taichi always reserved you front row seats for every mankai production, sometimes even bringing you backstages despite the warnings from his other members

(they never really liked you, especially not the way you had so much control over taichi)

“taichi... you look tired. are you okay?” omi asked one day, when taichi had been on his phone the entire meal and anxiously fidgeted for a reply

(you sometimes did that just to mess with him a little, by leaving his multiple messages on read) (he hated it)

“me? i’m doing the best i could be!” taichi exclaimed, sneaking a glance at his screen to still see it dark

when omi carefully nodded and turned around, taichi’s posture slouched and the insomnia he was developing just to talk began catching up to his performance

taichi did everything a perfect boyfriend did in plays: wrote you love letters (you never read them), created thoughtful playlists that flowed well (you never listened), even learning new fun talents just to impress you (you never paid attention)

it was never enough to make you see him as more than a key to the theatre industry

to you, taichi was nothing more than a loyal puppy on a leash

taichi didn’t realize how tight his collar was until he was confronted by his troupe members, all who were as serious as it got with them

“what’s up?” taichi offered, faking a grin and suppressing the yawn building in his throat. the bags under his eyes were dark, and his blue eyes were dull. he hadn’t slept in so long. he was low on money for buying too many things. he couldn’t remember the last time he finished a meal

omi exchanged looks with the others, knowing he had to be the one to deliver the news because well, maybe he’d soften the blow a bit better

it must be bad if even juza and banri are not fighting, taichi mused, not really listening until he heard:

“—they’re cheating on you, taichi.”

taichi’s head snapped up, his body becoming rigid from the accusation. his sight landed on a digital image on banri’s phone screen, where you were clearly all over another person

(taichi remebered them, they were your lockscreen. he never questioned it)

(even if he was always jealous of how you hung out with every other friend much more than him, you own boyfriend!)

there was nothing to justify. banri explained how he and juza came upon them at the mall, and he was sorry

(it wasn’t banri’s fault, but he apologized because he was genuinely sorry for all taichi went through)

it’s not like he could say anything, the photo was clear as day! but taichi’s fists were tight by his side and he stood up defiantly

“that’s not true! maybe, that’s just their friend! or family member! i trust them, stop making baseless claims against them!” taichi knew he was making a scene, but it gave him a window to storm out of the front door and run down the sidewalk

“taichi!” he heard, but no one dared followed him. maybe he needed to face it by himself and open his eyes

they’d be back waiting for him at the end of the day when he finally realized he didn’t deserve to be in a toxic situation like this

(taichi did so much to become even better, just so you would like him more... it never worked)

taichi stopped at the park, panting deeply and leaning forward to catch his breath

this couldn’t be possible! he was the perfect boyfriend, right? he did everything for you... what wasn’t enough? when would he be enough?

but the proof was right there. taichi could see you with the same person in the image right in front of him

that’s when it hit. you knew taichi had acting practice right now, he wouldn’t know any better

all the pent–up anger within him exploded, his desperation masking a much more weak, unstable truth: fear of abandonment and the unrequited jealousy of the other person, no matter how much he hated to admit it

taichi was jealous. jealous of how you liked everyone else so much better than him, taichi wanted to be better, for you

but you were gonna leave him, toss him aside like your time together was nothing, like he was nothing

you never loved him, you liked the attention

taichi finally saw the signs, the red flags you were manipulative and knew he was easy enough to twist and break. he opened his eyes and you hadn’t even noticed him

but then, he tried to tell himself maybe he actually liked that, but it sounded hollow and fake even to him

taichi had to say no now

taichi was hurt, but he couldn’t show that to you anymore. you didn’t deserve the privilege having a say in his feelings anymore

walking by and pretending to bump into you, your face didn’t change as you saw him, simply raising an eyebrow in question

“just leave me for somebody else,” taichi humorlessly laughed, staring at the way you felt nothing for him

you stepped onto his heart and broke it, there was nothing else to say. even then, he wish he was the person you loved, even if it killed him

“enjoy yourself.” taichi finished, knowing these would be the last words he would ever say to you before returning back to the dorms

he didn’t look back, not anymore

[stingykei]

Suna Rintarou x Reader Oneshot : I'm tired.

Word count: idk tbh hahshahahshs

Genre: Angst :

Warning: curses; mention of self harm

You were making food at Suna's apartment. His favorite food. You've noticed how stressed he looked these past few days and decided to treat him with something good. You have his bed ready, so he can rest. You basically cleaned his place. He was still out practicing right now. It's getting late and you were kinda worried about him but you dismissed that feeling.

You had his food ready and a drink. You looked at the time, 18:55 he should be here now. Then minutes of waiting, someone opened the door. You looked who it was. It was Suna.

"Hey Suna. You're late, I was waiting for you." You told him, while trying to get his bag.

"Yeah? I didn't asked you to." He said, glancing at you. Your brow raised, then you went on getting his bag for him. He hand it to you, then you put it on his room.

"There's food in the table. You should eat. I've also cleaned up your room so you can rest." You kinda shouted when you said that. Just a little bit so he can here you from his room.

"Yeah I know." You heard the chair moved. You noticed that he's weird. I mean you guys have these days you throw mean thing to each other but... you stopped what you were thinking. He's probably just tired, yeah that's it.

You went outside, where he was. He was seated there, eating silently. You sat at the chair near him. You two were silent then you decided to break that silence. "So.. how was practice?" He looked at you then you smiled.

"It was, okay." Then he continued eating. You just let him finished eating. After finishing he put his dishes in the sink, leaving it there. You'll wash that later.

He went to his room, then proceed to his study table. "Where was the papers here?" He asked while rummaging his things.

"I keep some papers in your folder, there. I threw the others away, the crumpled ones." You said, helping him look for his things.

You've been looking for a while now, then he grunted. "Nevermind, I'll just ask my classmate." He flop down on his bed. Looking very annoyed. You look at him, he was making you weird. Sadness was creeping in your feels. You breathe deeply.

You approached him, his brow were furrowed. He was closing his eyes. "Are you sick? Do you have a headache?" You asked but he didn't answer. He turned on the other side.

"Rinrin. Are you okay? What's wro–" "F*ck stop! You're very annoying." He said very annoyed and pushing your hand away. He sat on his bed. "Stop this! You're very noisy, it's very annoying! You sound like mom! I'm very tired and you welcome me like this, talking and talking. You probably even threw to my project!"

You were surprised, hurt? sad? You don't know. "What's wrong? You are very grumpy today." You tried laughing this off, since he's just tired.

"I'm tired of you talking, so much. Can't you give me space? Please? I need that so much. It's like you're choking me with this, everything! I don't understand, just leave!" He said angrily like you've done something wrong.

Your mouth gaped slightly open, your brows furrowed. You shook your head then fling your hands in the air. "Okay fine. I'll give you the space you need. Stupid. You're stupid. Dumbass. I hate you." You said backing away, getting your things.

"Yeah whatever, now leave!"

"Yeah asshole! F*ck you!" You threw him a f*ck you sign, then went to the doorway and you wear your shoes hurriedly. You were about to cry. You opened the door then closed it harshly.

It was so cold outside but you don't mind, When were out, you cried there. You knew you two are drifting away somehow. He was busy practising, he was like this too the other day. You didn't think much about it since there's nothing you can do but take care of him. It didn't occur to you that you were a bother to him. It was so stupid, taking care of him.

There was no tears coming out in your eyes but you heart felt very heavy, you didn't know what to do. You prayed that you won't anything stupid, you have a history of self harm and right now you wished that you won't do it again. This always happens when you can't cry out your heart. You hated this feeling so much it hurt.

It was hard to breath, the beating of your heart was fast and it was cold so it's hard breathing. You fished out for your phone, you know you need someone. If you don't reach out then you'll just be going back to your past. Shutting out everyone else.

You dialed his number. "Hey, Y/N?" You heard Kenma on the other line.

He heard your heavy breathing. " K-Kenma, can I come over?" His house was the closest. "Where are you?" He asked, you answered him, looking around trying not to faint.

5 minutes later, you saw Kenma when you were nearing his house. Kenma looked worried. He invited you inside, offered you a hot drink. He didn't ask anything, as you were breathing slowly, trying to calm down. Then you looked at him, you looked at his worried face.

"I'm fine." You smiled then you cried. He offered you a hug then you hugged him.

+++

Suna fell asleep an hour later Y/N left. He woke up with the sun hitting his face. He was about to get up to get ready for school when he remembered it was Saturday. He reached for his phone then there was a message from Kita. "Suna, there will be practice today at 10." You replied okay, it was it 7 in the morning.

He stand up, he did his daily routine. Then he went on the kitchen. Usually at this time, there will be food in his table, but today, there was none. "Y/N?" Suna tried calling out her name, but he remembered that he made her leave yesterday. He sat on the chair, he hit his head. He was so stupid. He muttered, 'fuck, I messed up.'

He tried calling your phone several times but you won't pick up. He sighed. He was very tired lately, there was a lot of projects and there was also a strict practice going on. He sighed. He stand up, looked for instant noodles to eat.

He probably thought that you will just come around like always. He thought. sike beech

A week came and he haven't seen even her shadow. He tried calling you but there's still no answer. She probably blocked him. Suna was a little bit fine now, he found the paper he was looking for in his bag. He accidentally bring it to school. He passed on all of his projects, and he was able to breathe a little from their strict practice. His body was getting used to it.

He really messed up this time. He haven't heard a news from you. He also noticed how messy his place became, you were usually the one who cleaned his place. He facepalmed himself, he was annoyed with himself. For being so stupid. He cleaned his place before leaving. He decided to go to your place this time, to check up on you.

++

You visited Kenma in his place, then offered him to jog. Kuroo was there too, Kenma tried to complain saying he doesn't want to go. It basically took you forever to convince him. You three went on a jog, you laughing at Kenma. He looked so uninterested. They decided to stop in your place and you saw a familiar person standing in front.

"Suna? What are you doing here?" He looked at you, "Y/N, hey can we talk?" He looked at you while slowly approaching you. You nodded.

Kuroo and Kenma decided to go inside your house so you two can talk. He was silent looking at his shoes. He doesn't know what to say.

"So, you got the space you need." You said, looking uninterested. He looked at you, he just nod.

"Y/N I'm sorry for what I said, I was just tired." He tried explaining, trying to hold you. You looked uninterested.

You were tired somehow. "Yeah, sure. You're forgiven." You said to him. His face lightened up. "Give me space. I'm tired too." His face frowned.

"W-what?" He stuttered. "Why? I– We're good now right? I apologized. What's the problem?" He asked softly looking in your eyes for answers. He was holing your hands.

"You think, that's it? You apologize then everything's okay? Everything's fine? It's not that easy! It tooks me this long time to atleast try and forgive if ever you apologize and I did! I forgive you, so many times already. Everytime you were tired, you lashed out. You apologize and I forgive you. But Sunaa.." You put your hand on his cheek. With a sad look in your eyes. There it is again, the goddamn tears. "I'm tired. My heart is heavy, I'm hurt. Everytime this happens, I don't blame you. I blame myself for not being enough, for not making myself useful to you. I can't help you if you're tired, it seems that I just keep on annoying you. I hated myself more for that." There it is, a tear rolled down your cheeks.

He didn't notice, your face looked tired. Very sad, "No no, Y/N please. You're more than enough, I was foolish, very stupid. I– Please. I can't live without you anymore. These past few days without you was very hard. I can't, please Y/N. Come back to me." His voice was very soft, his hands were caressing your face. He felt like crying but he didn't.

You sighed. You love him so much to do this to yourself. "Okay. I love you." With that, he kissed your lips then "I won't let this happen ever again. I promise." He said giving you another kiss.

Somewhere in Y/N's place.

"Yaknow, if you confessed first. There was a probability you two would be together. Kenma." Kuroo trailed off as he watched Kenma looking at you and Suna together.

"Nah. I doubt." Kenma broke him staring then looked at Kuroo with a smile.

Kuroo sighed, "I would've shipped you two more. You guys will be match made from heaven."

Kenma ignored what he said then played on his phone. Stupid self, I should've confessed.

end.

[fiercyy]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Hatake Kakashi, Team 7 - Relationship, Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade (Naruto), Orochimaru (Naruto) Additional Tags: AU, Post-Chuunin Exams, post chuunin exams attack, Minor Character Death, Trauma, Team 7 Family bonding, Genin Era, Everybody moves in with Sasuke, he's got room, semi-au, Plot Twists, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Roommates, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, BAMF Haruno Sakura, Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto) Feels, BAMF Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto), Team as Family, Slow Burn, Post-Naruto Time Skip | Naruto Shippuden, Mutual Pining Series: Part 1 of Post-Chuunin Exam AU Summary:

Sakura always wished she could relate to her teammates better. She wishes she could take it back.

In which Sasuke acquires some unwanted roommates and a team becomes a family.

(Now at Shippuden Era)

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a/n: Anyway, everyone’s bi now.

Chapter 14:

I am compromised.

Safe for now.

Don't think O knows.

Kakashi glances from one scroll to the other. Naruto is back in the village and Sakura is… at least willing to be in the same room as him. Sasuke is in danger. In two years, his family has been flung far and wide, but it seems that now they're destined to be reunited.

He should recall Sasuke. He should report his intel to Tsunade. He should go find Sakura and let her yell at him some more. What would do the most good? Probably the intel, even if seeking out Sakura would feed his masochism streak.

Taking on ANBU missions again has eroded his sense of reality. ANBU allows him to drift, rudderless in a stream that carries him down. He is goalless, living in an eternal period of waiting. Waiting for someone else's mission to end. Waiting for someone to come back. Waiting for someone to forgive him. He has no thought for a life put on pause. He'll continue to hold his breath until it's all over, but it probably won't ever be. So here he'll stay, shallow breath and panicked heart, prematurely gray and sick with grief.

When will it be enough? When will kids stop having to give up their lives in senseless, ceaseless war?

He thought that time was over. He thought that his generation would be the last. But then again, he supposes all generations fight to be the last. Everyone fights for their children to live better, don't they?

Kakashi doesn't have any children, but he has Team 7. A tragedy as old as the world, yet still in the making.

It's over. He's calling it. He'll go to Tsunade, give her the intel and demand they bring Sasuke home. It just isn't worth the risk to keep him in the field. Sure Sakura and Naruto will be a little confused when he tells them the truth, but they'll be happy in the end, won't they?

He slips his shoes on and is about the poof across town, when he's enveloped in someone else's smoke.

"Welcome back, Rival!" Gai exclaims with his usual excess of enthusiasm. "Got a minute?" he winks. Because of course he does. The man has no shame.

He sighs very deeply. Gai is yet another thing that he long ago tried to put on pause, but the man is by no means cooperative. "If I must."

Gai grins. "I insist."

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There are days when focus is difficult, anxiety's high and Sakura has to run away from her own spiralling thoughts.

She goes to the hospital first, but Hatsune turns her away. "It's your day off." she says, "you deserve a break!" she exclaims. "Leave or I'll tell Tsunade," she threatens.

Fair enough.

Without permission, her feet carry her to the bridge where Team 7 used to meet. It doesn't matter how many years have passed, she can't forget it. Whenever she's lost in thought and wandering, she always finds herself here.

She hoists herself up on the bannister and twists so she's straddling it. Then she lays back and stares at the perfect, blue sky. Below, the stream rushes by. In the distance, birds chirp. A gentle breeze stirs her hair—it tickles her nose. Sakura can breathe here. And think.

She wonders what her parents would think of her life. The only thing they'd ever asked her for was her share of the chores and good grades. They never told her what future they wanted for her. Sometimes she wishes for a roadmap; she's not lost, but there's too many directions to choose from.

Would they understand her, as she is now? Is she doing enough to make them proud? Would her parents tell her to work things out with her team?

Mebuki made them change grocers once because Urashi-san gave her incorrect change and refused to correct the mistake. She never spoke to him again. She could be petty like that. She demanded her due and accepted no less. Sakura tries to take that lesson from her. When she's put on missions with sexist jerks or an older doctor doesn't listen to her because of her age, she fights back.

So she thinks Mebuki would understand why she's mad.

She thinks about them all the time; what they would say. She wishes they could have met her team, wonders why they never did.

Nothing to be done about it now.

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Gai is a good listener, but the best thing about him is that he's perfectly able to fill a silence all on his own.

Kakashi pours tea and Gai talks.

"-It was an innocent misunderstanding. Everything could have been avoided if Neji hadn't skipped the sharing circle."

In the choice between snorting and rolling his eyes, Kakashi does both. "Sharing circle, huh?"

"It prevents all manner of misunderstandings!"

All teams have lots of those to go around.

"It's always best to know peoples intentions," Kakashi concedes. "Wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

Gai's foot, which has mysteriously found a resting place against Kakashi's ankle, jerks back. "No," he clears his throat. "I'd much rather know where I stand."

He avoids looking at Gai's face, though he knows he'll find no disappointment there. He stands up anyway, taking the still warm teacups and placing them delicately in the sink.

"I have to go." Which is the truth. "I owe Lady Hokage a debriefing."

Gai's empty hands fist against the table as he pulls them back. He awkwardly knocks on the wood and laughs to himself. "Of course. I won't keep you."

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The purpose of not speaking to Gai was, in its own way, self-flagellation. When Sasuke's life was put on pause. Kakashi's was as well. Most waking moments, when not on a task, have been absorbed by worrying about his wayward student's wellbeing. It wouldn't be right or fair to anyone…

So they leave the apartment together and part at the foot of the stairs. He feels Gai's eyes on his back until he turns the corner.

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Tsunade reads the scroll Kakashi has handed to her and bites her thumbnail while she thinks.

"He has not asked for an extraction."

Kakashi's eyes narrow. "I'm asking for one anyway."

"He clearly does not feel that it is appropriate at this time."

"He's a child!" he shouts, which takes her aback.

Tsunade rolls up the scroll and carefully places it on the corner of her desk. He's too close to this, she knows she must be delicate. "He's a leaf nin, same as you. He knew the risks." And worst of all. "You're in constant contact. If he feels he's in danger, he will let you know. In the meantime, I'm sending you and your team to follow up on his intel on Orochimaru's base in the Land of Waves."

He shuts that idea down too. "They're not ready. We haven't functioned as a team in two years, we're unfamiliar with each other's skillsets and we're a man down. I need more time."

"Kakashi," Tsunade sighs, "Make up your mind. Do you want to extract our operative in Sound or do you want to keep the rest of your team in the village forever? Because these are conflicting points."

"Godaime-"

"Shut up," she lazily waves him off. "You're like a protective mama bear. My word on this matter, is final."

But of course he doesn't shut up. Why would anyone around here make her job easy?

"Let me take my team on a retrieval mission to the Kusagakure base. Under the guise of recapturing a missing nin. This way we preserve his cover, but provide an escape route if necessary." He takes a deep breath, "And we can confirm that Sasuke's intel is good."

This gives her pause. "Is there reason to believe it isn't?"

He shakes his head, but now that the doubt is in her head, the suspicion won't leave. "Only that they might be feeding him false information as a test."

Sasuke has successfully passed along dozens of tips over the past year, all of them have been good. There's no reason to suspect that will change, but she doesn't say it. She weights her peace of mind against Kakashi's proposition. What could it hurt?

Sakura, for one.

"Fine," she agrees. She's so tired of this. "But an additional team member will be selected to fill out your ranks."

"Fine," he replies in that false cheery tone that she hates so much. Now that he's gotten his way, he wants to be downright delightful. Well, if she can't relax no one else is allowed to pretend. "Will that be all ma'am?"

"What will you tell them?" Sakura and Naruto think the brat's a traitor. How's he going to stop them from accidentally killing him? Then again, she's not sure either of them have that in them. Sakura doesn't talk about it much, but they must have loved the kid. He loved them a lot anyway, enough to fight that hard for a goodbye.

"That they're finally getting what they want."

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"This isn't where I wanted to be either," Sakura growls, arms stiffly crossed in front of her chest. "Waiting around for Kakashi again… I could kill him."

"Ne Sakura, maybe calm down a little, uhn? Sensei's consistent at least. Consistently inconsiderate of other people's time is what he is!" He starts out trying to defend him but midway through, his own annoyance pushes forward.

She punches his arm, but it doesn't bruise so he knows it's a friendly jab. She's so different. He notices more and more, but at least she'll never stop hitting him. That's kind of comforting, right?

One of the first lessons Kakashi taught Team 7 was to expect the unexpected. The unexpected arrives with paintbrush in hand, insults on his tongue and blank, blank eyes.

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Kakashi's arrival is overshadowed by the intense shouting match already taking place on the bridge. This day is turning out no better than yesterday, that's for sure.

"Children," he greets from his crouched position on the bridge railing. Sakura decides she's standing too close and takes three long steps to the left. This puts her within kicking range of the squabble between Naruto and a stranger.

Naruto's big toe nicks her ear, which zaps her of any patience she possessed. Sakura shrieks and punches the ground. Earth rockets up around her, like a meteor falling to earth. Naruto and the stranger fly apart, rolling into the river with a splash and a tree with a thud. Both boys seem stunned. He doesn't blame them, he's only ever seen Sakura's destructive potential once in person. That little girl is scary.

The stranger looks familiar, now that he can get a better look at him. Could be he's seen him around. Maybe ANBU? Or maybe just on the street. Kakashi's got good recall, but he's struggling to place him. Which is strange, because he's very distinctive looking. Pale as a blank page and just as unreadable, inky black hair and eyes and fashion choices that would make even Gai incredulous. Seems like no one follows regulation these days; everyone wants to show their midriff.

"I don't understand why you are so upset, Uzumaki." He doesn't ask why; he just expresses confusion with an eerie smile.

"Don't talk about my penis!" Naruto shrieks and cups his hands protectively in front of the appendage, like the other boy's going to lunge for it.

"Alright, I didn't mean to offend you, Dickless. I can do that."

Naruto groans and covers his ears. "Don't you see how that's worse?! Don't call me that!"

"But everything I've read about team building indicates that nicknames and jokes facilitate trust between teammates."

Ah. I see.

"Children," Kakashi tries again and three sets of eyes fly to him as they remember his existence. "I see you've already become acquainted." To the stranger in the crop top: "You must be the fourth member of our team."

He uses the tree to push himself to his feet and bows slightly at the hips. The back of his head is matted in blood but he doesn't so much as flinch. "I am Sai."

"Him?!" Naruto demands, running up the riverbank. Kakashi wonders if Jiraiya has robbed him of all critical thinking skills with his indolence. Genius and dissolution so often go hand in hand when it comes to great artists.

"Shouldn't you have figured that out by now?"

"Hello to you too," Naruto grumbles and wrings out his jacket.

Kakashi smiles beneath his mask, "It's good to see you Naruto." He reaches out to ruffle his hair and it strikes him that he's so much taller than he was when he left. He reaches his chin. Sasuke is a little taller and when they hugged, his hair tickled his nose. This is a thing he knows now and they do not.

The boy beams up at him and Kakashi feels a little less like a failure.

"If we're all going to be on this team, we need to learn to work together," Kakashi proclaims, "And what better way than a test?"

He produces two bells from the breast pocket of his jounin vest, makes eye contact with Sakura and smiles so big his eyes crinkle at the corners.

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Turns out, Kakashi has not in fact seen the extent of Sakura's potential. And Team Kakashi is mission ready.

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Gai's mind is still on his not-talk with Kakashi when he reports for duty alongside his team. He's unhappy and Gai understands this. If something bad were to happen to Lee or Tenten stopped speaking to him or Neji betrayed them all, he would be a wreck. He cannot blame Kakashi for his pain, but wishes that he would share it. A burden is lighter, carried by two. He supposes this liminal space is better than a definitive 'no'. They've spent so many years as rivals. When the possibility of more came into view, it was a wonderful surprise. Maybe is better.

"Sunagakure's emissary, Temari of the Sand requires an escort to return to her village," Lady Tsunade doesn't have a scroll to hand him. It's a simple mission, requiring no further details than the prescribed task. "You may remain a day before returning. When would you like to leave?" This, she directs at Temari.

The girl shrugs, "Now's good."

It's been a while since Gai has travelled to Suna. He likes the food, it's spicy enough that it helps with the heat. This will be fun!

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"Maintain cover, expect us."

Generally, Sasuke and Kakashi communicate by written letters because it is the quickest and most accurate way to communicate information. It ensures that Pakkun does not remain in enemy territory overlong and his chakra isn't likely to be sensed. When he delivers messages by word of mouth is means that Kakashi was in a rush or he expected follow up questions.

Pakkun's face is always grim, but he has an air of resignation as he tells him that two years of work are crumbling.

"He's overruling me?"

Pakkun hesitates. "More like checking up on you. It's up to you how you receive them."

Sasuke understands, "So I have not been ordered to return."

"They're coming under the guise of a retrieval mission. You can use this as an opportunity to stage a capture or earn more trust by fighting back. In the meantime, try and find out who's discovered you."

Wait. Does this mean-? "A retrieval mission. So it's Team 7 coming."

He and Kakashi discussed them when they met covertly. Naruto hasn't been in the village for a while, but he was due back soon. And Sakura's doing well, according to their teacher. She's a chunin now.

"Yes."

Team 7 on a mission without him. To come get him.

"…Do the others know?"

Pakkun is not a very demonstrative dog. But he puts a paw on Sasuke's knee as he tells him, "No."

a/n: You may notice that I'm doing this thing where I skip over scenes from canon. This is because I don't want to rewrite scenes from canon, that's no fun to write or read. Instead, I'm letting you infer stuff, if it's confusing at any part, please let me know!

I've also moved around the Akatsuki stuff. It never made sense to me that they basically delayed their plans for 3 years for no reason? So I'm choosing to stretch out the Akatsuki arc so we can deal with Orochimaru properly first. This means that YES, we are headed to Suna for the Gaara/Akatsuki plotline, but other Akatsuki things are getting pushed back.

RE: KakaGai. Why? Dunno. My hand slipped and I love it./p

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this very weird journey. I love knowing what y'all think, don't be shy!

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & James

Ava: So, campus bars Ava: Avoid entirely or cheap enough to make the cringe worth it? 🤔🤔 James: use your student loans wisely enough that cheap is avoided entirely Ava: Ugh 😏 I thought you'd give real advice if I got you off the clock James: go with your gut, option 1 James: you're not striking me as someone to base their social life around KCLSU's quiz night Ava: I love trivia like I love cheap white wine spritzers and school spirit James: knew you'd fit right in Ava: Can I put that resounding endorsement on my application then, James? James: it'll carry more weight if you accidentally add the I when you write my name James: but I didn't say that James: slip of the pen, that's all Ava: My lips are sealed Ava: There's plenty of time to meet him and double up on kudos James: I hear the girl's hazing rituals are savage James: stand you in good stead that will Ava: No one is scarier than a high school girl Ava: Nor as petty and sadistic Ava: I think I'll survive James: they've toned it down since that girl had a mental episode post head shave James: sure you will Ava: Very chic Ava: Do you wait 'til the UCAS app has gone through to drop the horror stories usually or are you really bad at this whole recruitment thing on purpose? James: it's my 1st time playing tour guide James: potentially I'm less than cut out for it Ava: I won't lodge a formal complaint Ava: Unless you're turning over DMs as feedback, in which case, awkward James: I won't be, some girls think I have more sway than I really do James: awkward indeed Ava: God Ava: Not even my first choice Ava: Though makes you wonder how effective attaching nudes to your cover letter would be James: they'd have to take that on a case by case basis Ava: 🤞 that you don't get the one token woman on the panel James: not your 1st choice, no need to cross anything Ava: Hypothetically, James II Ava: Why was it yours, then? Ava: Student life evidently not being it James: it was my only James: it's gonna end up being Teddy's too Ava: He hasn't turned up to business studies in time Ava: But slip of the pen, I get you James: my older sister got all the brains and none of the sense of fun Ava: Know the sort Ava: Bet I still likes you better though James: I wouldn't go that far Ava: Too far for a taster sesh Ava: Understood Ava: Don't suppose you'll point me in the direction of where you actually hang now then? James: I suppose I could Ava: Please Ava: Bored is an understatement Ava: I'll still show up all present and correct for the debrief thing tomorrow James: it's such a good thing here isn't your 1st choice Ava: You should give me the real tour Ava: I'll keep my lips sealed James: can't I get another please before you do? Ava: Please do not invite your brother Ava: He got us kicked out of Mahiki last month it was so tragic James: he's a disgrace Ava: Most of them are James: I don't associate with anyone who still goes to Mahiki regularly Ava: It's pretty played out James: if they'll let Teddy in they're getting desperate Ava: 😂 awh James: you ready now? Ava: Already out Ava: Figured you better pick me up from The Vault Ava: Consider it a mini hazing of my own James: keep your lips sealed that I'm going within 100 yards of the place and sure Ava: Don't worry Ava: The others are at the cinema or something equally as lame the school put on for our 'overnight entertainment' Ava: I'm sick Ava: No selfies James: the hangover'll make it look & feel convincing Ava: That's a promise you can put your wallet behind Ava: I am a guest James: you don't want put your fake ID on the line either Ava: Bold of you to assume I've ever needed to buy my own drinks 😏 Ava: I didn't bring it alright, shut up James: you don't need it, I'm only playing Ava: 😾 James: how many drinks has my brother bought you? Of course I need to 1 up him Ava: Total? Ava: Not as much as he'd like but lots Ava: Not trying to milk this sibling rivalry or anything, have known him ages Ava: Well before Mahiki would let him in, like James: hardly a rivalry, you know him well enough to realise Ava: True Ava: You do what feels right and I'll let you know by the end of the night then James: very straightforward James: I like it Ava: You don't know me well enough yet but that's par for the course James: I knew your brother for years & I didn't know him James: we'd need more than an evening Ava: I'm as comparable to my brother as you are to yours Ava: Probably James: show me, I'll show you Ava: Deal Ava: But we will need more than an evening Ava: to make it fair James: you can have until you're bored Ava: You'll want longer when you aren't anymore James: I'm used to things not lasting as long as I want Ava: I'm not your average Ava: You'll see James: bold of you to assume I've ever settled for average Ava: I didn't say THE average James: I heard you say my average Ava: No need to be offended by better, is there? James: bemused at most Ava: You're welcome Ava: but you are meant to be entertaining me, not the other way 'round James: you brought up fairness James: & it's a good point Ava: How do you propose we make it fair then? James: I entertain you tonight, you entertain me whenever you've thought of your own tour worth taking me on Ava: That's actually a good idea Ava: and entirely fair James: Teddy'll cost my dad more to secure his place than I did, I've got some brains on board Ava: No doubt Ava: Gave his name to the right kid, clearly James: My sister was undoubtedly relieved James: though Diana has its own pitfalls Ava: 😬 The jokes write themselves James: they do Ava: Perks of having a relatively untouched name James: it does suit her, she's very much a martyr Ava: Did you do an English degree? Ava: You're good at painting a picture with words Ava: See 👸 so clearly James: sadly not James: maybe I'll go back & do it if I ever finish the current one Ava: Student forever vibes Ava: Fuck real life James: then again, being the kind of dad who drops their kid off for classes & pulls up his own chair at the table doesn't sound like a great idea Ava: Just make sure its not their first choice, yeah? James: oldest's already smarter than me James: won't be a problem Ava: There you go then James: where's yours? Ava: Currently undecided Ava: It's more a case of sorting the 2-5 James: & how's that going? James: this place being a solid 5th Ava: Its been a solid mix of fun and boring working it out Ava: Better than another night in Mahiki at any rate Ava: I'll have to decide eventually but even my mum can't demand I do quite yet James: don't over complicate it James: they're not all that different James: I've got friends studying all over the map and they're still basically doing the same things I am Ava: See, that's what I figured Ava: But try telling that to a woman who was Cambridge or bust Ava: It's more about the vibe of the place, the people, the ethos and the lecturers not being the worst stereotypes of boring/creep Ava: again, if I tell her vibe is on my criteria she'd actually kill me before I could apply anywhere so 🤷 James: your secret's safe with me James: even if our mothers were friends, mine is currently not speaking to me Ava: How's that? James: it's something I'm fairly used to James: she's not a big talker James: more of a fan of a dismissive hand gesture Ava: Gotcha Ava: Not a whole lot to miss James: she's got lots to say about my parenting style but who hasn't Ava: Shame you don't talk to my brother now James: I don't suppose he sees it as a shame Ava: Probably not Ava: He's not one for regrets James: me either James: it's why we started out friends Ava: Feels like ages ago Ava: Since he still lived here James: it kind of is James: he left before he left Ava: It's complicated James: it's not my business Ava: Not mine either so Ava: Whatever James: car's here James: are you going to make me get out for you? Ava: You're meant to come in here Ava: Don't you trust I can keep my lips sealed? James: I don't trust it to be entertaining in there James: hence it's not part of the tour Ava: Please James: Oh Ava James: [but does come in we all know he would] Ava: [clearly making him stay for a drink and play pool or something in this student ass bar] James: [when you're whipped for someone you're not even dating lol] Ava: [When Chloe is your missus] James: [to be a fly on the wall in their relationship tbh literally imagine] Ava: [oh lordy how you have not been missed girl] James: [at least the new kid is young enough she can dress it up still and it can't talk back so she can pretend she gives a shit and isn't blowing his phone up rn] Ava: [in full show-off-to-all-my-friends mode still, somehow still has some lol] James: [lord when you don't even like and comment on pics of your own child anymore though bye do not approve of your aesthetic choices Chlo] Ava: [so awkward, when you only get a look in for the boring/hard bits] James: [basically just get to parent Jay cos she's well over that] Ava: [poor James tbh] James: [have your fun now lad I don't blame you even though everyone else will] Ava: [lord people gonna be SO mad] James: [how far we gonna take this during the tour cos obvs flirty vibes been flying about but like he can't just jump her cos married and she's younger] Ava: [she fully initiated this whole thing lbr but maybe don't sleep with him yet babe as you are aware he's married and has kids so like, some thought even though you young and reckless that, he could always stop it at a makeout 'cos then how embarrassing for her and she'd have to leave it for a bit like what was I doing, angst etc] James: [I vibe with that cos they are gonna be drinking a lot as the night goes on so that'd make both of them give less of a shit about the consequences but because the night is going on eventually chlo is gonna be like are you coming home ever because I like to think he hasn't cheated since she got pregnant with this kid and has actually been trying even though he's miserable af clearly] James: [like maybe it was really bad before and he was actually gonna leave her so she was like simply must trap him and did] Ava: [v much a her move I support it] James: [yeah cos she's invested this much time into him she's not just gonna let him go easily] Ava: [when you have no idea what you've signed yourself up for here babe] James: [I'm rooting for them rn cos nobody else is and I'm 100% that bitch, must not get invested yet when we've only just begun] Ava: [same tho so whoops] James: [he'd be so into it though too we all know that makeout would be 💣🔥] Ava: [hence breaking it off would be hard af, Chloe gotta be blowing his shit up to the degree he thinks maybe one of the kids is hurt lol] James: [literally Chloe is the teenage girl in this situation, girl chill out] Ava: [I'd feel bad if you hadn't also cheated loads and trapped him in this sham life soooo, grant you idk how much Ava knows of that rn but she'd clearly have a rep] James: [yeah I feel like Ava would be knowing some shit cos same circles and Chlo ain't slick plus like he's gonna eventually tell her cos god knows he needs someone to talk to] Ava: [we will get there boy] James: [at least it'll be less awks for her cos it'll be obvious that he didn't wanna break shit off and how hard it was to do] Ava: [there was obvs a vibe to pursue in the first place, still tomorrow morning lmao] James: [he'd so go too hard pretending she doesn't exist like nobody's picked up on the vibe and it ain't obvious okay boy] Ava: [I hope there's some other drama gone down on this little excursion so yous can fly under the radar, someone hold hands at the cinema lol] James: [shit like that always happens don't worry you two] Ava: [thank God for teenage shenanigans when you out here homewrecking on the low] James: [you should do some Chlo texts at me for the lols even if I don't reply cos busy lol]