#AND THEN GETTING BACK TO THEIR HOME WITH ALL THEIR fREINDS

[helluvaandhazbinarelife]

THE CHARCATER WHO HAS NEVER SHOWN EMOTION BECAUSE THEY ARE tRAUMATIZED AS ALL FUCK GETTING ABSOLUTELY BASHED TO BITS BUT WINNING THE FIGHT AND THEN GETTING BACK TO THEIR HOME WITH ALL THEIR fREINDS AND REFUSING TO SHOW THAT THEY’RE INJURED AND THEN THE FREINDS FIND OUT BECAUSE OF THE BLOOD AND THEN THE CHARACTER IS ACTUALLY TOUCH AVERSE SO THEY CANT FUCKING DEAL WITH THE HELP CUS TRUAMA

the whump fan’s dilemma

[seastarryclouds]

Curly I’m so sorry Curly, the fandom doesn’t get your complexity and doesn’t bother to read into your dialogue with jambo cause they are too hung up on dead pixel im sooooo sorry Curly that this fandom doesn’t realize that it’s normal for a human being to shut down after being fucking berated by his long time friend and not knowing what to do in such a stressful situation I’m sooooooooooo soooooorrrrrryyyyyyy that they make you out to be some guy that shrugged his shoulders and said “that’s rough” to Anya, I’m SOOOO SORRY THAT THIS FANDOM HARPS ABOUT NUANCE AND SUBTLE STUFF IN THE DIALOGUE BUT CANT PICK UP THAT CURLY WAS SHUTTING DOWN FROM STRESS IN THE FINAL MOMENTS BEFORE THE CRASH AND ITS COMPLETELY NORMAL THAT HE THOUGHT HIS BEST FRIEND FROM CHILD HOOD COULD NEVER BE SO BAT SHIT INSANE TO CRASH THIS SHIP

“Curly did nothing to help Anya!!1!!1!” DID YOU WANT HIM TO KILL HIM???? TRY AND IMPRISON HIM AND THEN HAVE EVERYONES PAY DOCKED??? WHEN THEY ARE ALREADY FIRED ON TOP OF THAT????

Jimmy is an ultimate betrayer because not only did he hurt what I assume was a random person turned coworker, but he betrayed a life long friend and doomed him to lose his limbs and skin.

Curly is not fucking turning a blind eye to Jim, he was trying to find a way to keep everything on the ship from falling apart while keeping everyone safe, while not having enough time or resources to successfully do so. Thus he was punished.

[theonottsbxtch]

English Love Affair | LN4

an: bouncing out to 5sos rn so this is so happening also thank you for 300 followers!!

fc: hayley williams and pinterest

requests: open

oscarpiastri

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got to see little sis live again, @/bandname on tour starting september!

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userone: my fav aussie band

usertwo: we love a supportive brother

userthree: oscar only has one facial expression

landonorris: i’m in love

oscarpiastri: how about no

ynpiastri: it was lovely meeting you!

landonorris: 🥰🥰

userfour: help lando is in his lovergirl era

userfive: see you in london!

ynpiastri

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london are we ready!!!!!

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userone: YESSSSSS

usertwo: she’s so pretty

nicolepiastri: i raised two very diffrent children

oscarpiastri: she’s definitely dad’s daughter

chrispiastri: ☺️👍

ynpiastri: love you both

userthree: piastri family reunion

userfour: yn supremacy 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

landonorris: see you in london 😉

oscarpiastri: you wish

ynpiastri’s story

[caption: where’s my hot rockstar bf]

story replies:

oscarpiastri: thank god non existent

ynpiastri: let me feel love

oscarpiastri: no

landonorris: im no rockstar but i’m a pretty good driver

ynpiastri: i’ll think about it

ynpiastri

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london you were a dream

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userone: IT WAS SO GOOD

usertwo: yourbandname supremacy

landonorris: no you were

oscarpiastri: get out of my little sister’s comment section

landonorris: "how about no"

ynpiastri: you came?

userthree: LANDO SAY “YOU CALLED” RN

landonorris: couldn’t miss a gig in my home country now?

ynpiastri: ☺️

oscarpiastri: i don’t like this

userthree: i ship already

userfour: isn’t she dating her bassist?

userfive: not everyone dates their bassist

lie detector test with oscar piastri and lando norris

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second leg of tour soon - who likes the new badge and shirt my 'friend' got me 🤭

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userone: she’s so real for that

usertwo: i was there!!

userthree: she’s amazing

oscarpiastri: do i have to remind both you and your friend that our parents are on this app?

nicolepiastri: too late osc, too late.

userfour: i love their family

userfive: never change yn

landonorris: facts

usersix: WHAT

userseven: LANDO

oscarpiastri: i just threw up my breakfast

ynpiastri: 😉

usereight: lanyn is happening before our very eyes

usernine: i bet you that 'freind' was lando

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seven thousand miles away...

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userone: aesthetic queen

usertwo: getting in touch with nature after that last lando commenrs

userthree: WHAT IS THAT SECOND PHOTO?!

ynpiastri: new album cover! 😇

userfour: who IS IT!

carlossainz55: oh i know those abs

userfive: arianna what are you doing here

usersix: we just got confirmation of carlando and lanyn in one day.

oscarpiastri: please stay in aus and never come back to england

ynpiastri: "how about no"

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ynpiastri

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my english love affair - stream now available on all platforms!!

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userone: they broke the internet with this one

usertwo: THE WAY SHE ANNOUNCING THAT THEY FUCKED HELP

nicolepiastri: thank you for letting me know you had a boyfriend through social media daughter

ynpiastri: no worries mumma

landonorris: i apologise mrs piastri

userthree: her and oscar are polar opposites and i love it

userfour: oh i know they be having the best *** of their life.

landonorris: hot 😩

oscarpiastri: someone hand me a gun

[whereserpentswalk]

Every starship always has a few ice people on board. It's just standard safety protocol. The minimum number is three, one ice person for defense, one ice person for repairs, and one ice person for medical.

Ice people are people who are put into suspended animation for the duration of a trip, only to be taken out in emergencies. They're useful because a ship won't have to deal with another passenger just for something that won't useally happen. It also makes it so that the ice person is the least likely to be harmed in emergencies. They used to use robots for these sorts of things but now that the robots have unionized biological life is cheaper for that kind of labor.

It's a pretty nice job. Nine times out of ten it's falling asleep and waking up a few months later. Doing it once or twice can pay off your college debts pretty quickly. Compared to the other jobs you'll get with that kind of skillset it's a pretty good deal. Most medical students are encouraged to take it as their first job to pay off their student loans.

Of course, there is a weirdness to it, not existing for such a long time. Even a few months will make the way things change weird. You'll come back to your home planet and things will be diffrent. A freind will have gotten married. A child that you're used to being a baby will be a toddler. Someone will have moved away. It's not all bad, hype for movies or video games, arguments that need time to calm down, skipping out on a bad time in politics. But still, it always makes you a bit separate from everything else.

Of course, there is always the fear suspended animation won't work as intended, and your mind will be trapped dreaming, or worse, conscious, during the entire affair. Perhaps things will that lurk in hyperspace will begin to speak to you. Or worse you'll just be alone, with nothing but your thoughts, and no way to cry out.

But that's not the worst of it, at least not for most people. For most people it's the much more mundane reality of needing to be an ice person for more than just one or two trips. You'll fall asleep and wake up months later, ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred times. And you'll find yourself only seeing the world through snapshots, really only having your other ice people to relate to. You'll be from a diffrent time as everyone the same age as you. It's better pay then any alternative, but there is a greater cost. Soon enough you'll be walking through your homeworld and it'll be alien to you, decades in the future from what you were raised to be in, you'll be wearing a diffrent eras clothing, speaking in a dead dialect, like a ghost from the past.

There was a young engineer who recently returned from being an ice person. Poor thing, she was sent out on an ambassador ship to an alien system thinking it would be about six months, but it turned out she was gone for decades as a war between that ship's nation and the alien homeworld broke out. When she came back all three of her spouses had died of old age, and her son who was an infant when she left was older than her when she returned, and her grandchildren she had never met were her peers.

[deminetly]

୨THINGS TO SCRIPT୧

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��one person that knows about shifting so you can yap/rant to them about it

⋆you and your friends have a secret language that nobody else understands

⋆you and your friends have a boardgame about your inside jokes and shared experiences

⋆there are always festivals and concerts of your favourite bands in your town

⋆you have a penpal

⋆everyone dresses up for halloween

⋆you have a huge LPS collection

⋆people often randomly gift you cool things

⋆you and your friends have a book club together

⋆santa is real

⋆you (and your freinds) have a secret hangout that nobody else knows about

⋆a new band/artist that makes music you enjoy

⋆you can talk to animals

⋆people have hallway crushes on you

⋆you have a whimsical/magical vibe to you

⋆a talking tree

⋆you own a lucky coin that helps you make decisions

⋆the stars make up beautiful constellations every night

⋆your friends have interesting stories to tell all the time

⋆you have a book of stories from your dr selfs childhood

⋆you have cool dreams every night

⋆you own a one of a kind instrument that makes otherworldly sound

⋆scented rain

⋆you always find cool trinkets everywhere you go

⋆bring back somebody thats dead in your cr

⋆a forbidden love story

⋆script in a new tiktok trend you can do with your s/o

⋆new restaurant and menu specifically for your taste

���you are in a secret society/club

⋆personal stylist, driver or chef

⋆being able to change your eye/hair color whenever

⋆having a private island that only you can access

⋆a fashion design journal and whenever you draw any clothing item in it, it appears into any dr of your choice

⋆a lamp you can sit in

⋆there are many abandoned places close to your home so you can explore

⋆people are always throwing cool themed parties (and youre invited of course)

⋆you have a digital camera in every dr that is connected to your waiting room so you can rewatch everything whenever you want

⋆its always blue/golden hour

⋆your cr pet but they can talk

⋆everyone has a minute long intro so you can see what youre getting yourself into

⋆you can see peoples aura

⋆fashion shows (and you can take part)

⋆free concert tickets

⋆instead of unlimited money, you can script that you have access to a billionaires bank account or you always win when gambling

⋆all inedible things that look like they would taste good are edible (marbles, body scrubs, etc)

⋆an overprotective brother

⋆design a playground and script that it

⋆you can predict the future/your tarot readings are always on point

youre in a book club



[xoxxbilliexoxx]

Master Link

A link to all my smut ;)

my wattpad is @ billiesslutxxxooo 💋

One shots:

-Hard Days turn to Hot Nights: Billie comes home from a stressful day of meetings and you help her feel better, turning her more submissive than she’s ever been with you.

-Silent Pleasure: Billie gets you off on her tour bus with all your friends just feet from you both. Can you stay silent?

-Hard and Soft: Billie fucks you hard and rough with her strap-on making you cum hard before turning back into your sweet girlfriend and giving you soft gentle sex filled with so much love. The night ends with a passionate shared orgasm.

-I Can Help with That: After months of no sex and a now insatiable hunger to get fucked, your best friend Billie offers to help her out

-Pathetic: This is extremely kinky and rough, Brat tamer Billie fucks the attitude right out of you and degrades you while she does it

-Date Night Bites: Billie and you go on date, but Billie does some things to get you worked up and teases you all through dinner until you get home and each take your turns with one another (3 parts) Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

-Let go, for me: You can never cum with other people, you’re just too in your head and worried about your partners comfort and if they’re enjoying it. When Billie learns this she works hard at getting you so relaxed and hypnotized by her touch that you aren’t able to stress at all. She needs to make you cum for her.

-Breathless on the bedroom floor: Billie took you to the photoshoot for her new perfume and put on a show for you, only to find herself naked on her bedroom floor just a few hours later, shaking and writhing underneath you.

-Reflections: You couldn’t help but ask Billie about that one rolling stones interview with her, curiosity got the best of you. Not only did she give you an answer, but she had the both of you put on a show as she picked you up and put you both in front of her mirror.

Series:

Friends? Just Friends? (That is the link to the wattpad book where there is a real story line with fluff and angst and smut, as you and Billie transition from freinds to more)

-Part 1: After years of being friends with Billie, the sexual tension comes to an all time high and can’t be ignored any longer. You finally let her teach you exactly what it feels like to be with a woman

-Part 2: When you wake up after a night that changed everything for you two, Billie lets you continue exploring what it’s like to be with a girl

-Billies Taste on your tongue : a snapshot of you tasting Billie for the first time, the full chapter is on wattpad

-Fuck me with that Strap: A snapshot of Billie using her strap on you for the first time, the full chapter is on wattpad

-Hot Waves of Pleasure: Billie and you both cum in the hottub, this is a full chapter from wattpad

-Have your Way with Me: You strap Billie for the first time. Nerves are high so Billie starts on top, but things don’t stay like that for long.

Comment any requests you have for me with either my one shots or my series!!

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc Au: As Danny gets more comfortable as a “long term roomie” in Wayne Manor, he starts to have freinds over. Aka psychopomp AU

Danny decided to take Batman’s deal upon the JL shut down of the GIW and Fenton Labs. He’d been working with the various heroes for a minute while they pursued the illegal government branch and his mad scientist parents- when it was clear he wasn’t going to have a home to return to, the Bat said he had a civilian contact that could help him and Jazz.

Jazz was honestly so relieved that they wouldn’t have to start from zero in her college town- how could Danny possibly say no when it took so much stress off of his sisters plate? Begrudgingly, he gets back to the Big Bad Bat and gets the contact info for one Bruce Wayne. Adoption is refused but, Jazz and Danny are invited to stay for how ever long they need to get their feet under them.

Danny keeps a lot of distance between himself and the other kids in the house, only coming to the meals that Jazz also attends. She’s pretty busy with classes during the day but it’s becoming clear that she’s also spending “quality time” with one of the older guys that stops by for dinner. Jazz advocates that he start to integrate himself or find a local community and after months of being a shit about it- Danny agrees to make new friends. He never said they would be alive tho.

Thus, Danny becomes Gothams local psychopomp. He just starts inviting the Shades of the unavenged for tea time in the west wing gardens. Alfred is always happy to supply tea and snacks, Danny doesn’t understand how the man doesn’t have more questions but is going to push his luck by asking. Wayne Manor is high key becoming the most haunted spot in the city and it’s starting to show.

Tim is the first to notice the changes in the Manor- he’s always been the smartest detective- and joins Danny at one of his tea times. What he hears Danny and the vague shape of a man talk about… is an old cold case. Holy shit, he’s got a break through.

Jason is the next to show up, but not because of the flickering lights or cold air, because he’s just maybe the teensiest bit interested in Jazz. Danny initially ignores him but seeing as the shades are all quivering in fear, Danny sighs and ultimately tries to figure out this dudes “whole undead deal”. Jason just wants to know what her favorite meal is but Danny will only exchange information for information. Jason gives him an abridged version of his death and rebirth- He walks away knowing Jazz’s preferred take out orders, favorite brand of tea and the cafe she likes to study at.

It’s going well honestly- Danny is having quality time with the ghosts in the city, the city is repaying him in good karma and Jazz is too occupied with the zombie to get on his case about not making human friends.

Then one of the batkids gets overshadowed and it results in… reveals? Drama? Friendship? Actual brotherly bonding?

[briarberrythornedhart]

Summer Schooled

Contains: Reader has a crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie is bullied by jocks, Reader is not good at math, such fluff, touching Eddie Munson, pulling his hair a bit for a treat. My inspiration for this was a post I ADORED from ElegantPaperOperatorMaker and an experience I had in high school BUT with a happier ending.

🦇 ✏️ 🦇

You flunked Algebra 2 and now you had to pay the piper.

You got dropped off outfront Hawkins High by the parental unit with a short lecture on “this is what you get when you don’t apply yourself” and “Don’t you want to get into a good college??” and such.

You tried to explain that it’s hard for you to focus in math classes, but this falls on unsympathetic ears. “Try harder.” is what you hear as the car zooms away.

You re-tighten your laces on your doc martens and grab your near empty backpack and shuffle into Hell.

You find your customary preferred seat at the back of the room, but not the back row - close to the door as you dare.

There are a few basketball jocks whose names you wish you didn’t know, a girl you recognize from your history class - you are not friends or even nodding acquaintances. The room is pretty empty.

But then He walks in.

Eddie Munson.

Oh-ho You know who he is. You know too much about Eddie Munson for your own good. You’ve spent whole lunch periods staring at his antics with your chin balanced on your hand and hearts in your eyes.

You’ve spoken 0 words to him, he’s smiled at you 3 times and everytime you embarrassed yourself in new and terrible ways.

1- Walking face first into a load bearing, flyer-covered column in the cafeteria.

2- Tripping on your own feet and falling with a small squeak sound to the gym floor.

3- Losing your courage at the last minute and pretending you weren’t heading for the Hellfire sign up table, veering away to the next table over - which is why you are now in the Debate Club.

Eddie smiles at you and this time you just smile back and keep still. You can’t do anything embarrassing if you sit still, right?

He sits in front of you.

This will NOT HELP You Pass Remedial Summer Algebra 2.

The teacher comes in and he’s probably got a lot of important information about the syllabus and how many ‘summatives’ you need to complete and mentions something about how he doesn’t believe in Hall Passes.

Dick.

But your attention is on the pretty brown curls spilling over broad leather-clad shoulders in front of you. His hands - particularly the one decorated with large silver rings - are restless, he’s tapping his pencil on the desk, he’s jiggling one leg in ripped denim - you can see his exposed knees through the torn holes.

The teacher - who is a hypocrite - goes to take a smoke break, and leaves the class unattended. He writes some equations on the board you are all supposed to solve or something. Do you care about the math shit?? no. No. no.

Eddie reaches - elbow up - to scratch his back roughly. And then goes back to writing in his notebook and then again - scratches his back. His fingers are just over the top of the Dio shirt patch he meticulously sewed to his jean jacket. He harumphs - you didn’t know anyone really Harrumphhed in real life. He’s still scratching some itch, he can’t seem to get to the source of the annoyance.

A jerk beside you - Chance Peterson pipes up “Whassamatter, Freak? Bedbugs at home?”

One of Chance’s dickbag freinds says “Nah, it’s fleas.”

Eddie flicks them both off, but otherwise, doesn’t respond. He must be used to this kind of thing.

They are still mocking him. None of their insults are particularly clever. Just that Eddie is poor and poor people are lesser and that sort of nonsense.

You reach your hand up and gently scratch the spot he seems unable to reach between his shoulder blades. He turns around in his seat fast - looking shocked or scared even - but you smile and pull back your hand. “Sorry - Want me to stop? Looked like you couldn’t reach...”

He huffs a laugh. Cocks his head. “Ummm... Pray continue, sweet lady?”

You lean forward - emboldened. “Maybe you should take off your jacket.”

“Okay??” He’s guarded. Cautious. Maybe he thinks you are fucking with him? But he does slip his jacket off his shoulders and exposes a tour t-shirt, it has dates down the back. Something about “Riding the Lighting”. You’d like to ride his lighting.

He watches you with his eyes narrowed until you reach forward and scratch between “17 Nov Poperince” and “20 Jan Buffalo NY”.

Eddie relaxes, looks forward, makes a little moan sound that sounds sweeter than any music you’ve ever heard. His head flops back and his hair covers your hand.

“Thank you, Y/N, Fuuuuck.... Your nails are great.”

He knows your name???!!!

“All better?” you ask. Kinda hoping the answer will be no.

“Can you go a little lower, slower, and a little harder?” He asks quietly. Shyly? You didn’t know Eddie could be shy...

“That’s what she said!” Chance chortles. But neither you nor Eddie seem to care.

You move his hair to one side - it’s soft as silk - and you scratch between Amsterdam and Austin, Tx. He leans forward - laying his head on his hands - so you sit up on your knees so you can reach to scratch down to Stockholm and Dallas. He’s making more of those hot noises. He’s going boneless under your fingers.

Chance is coughing “slut” and his basketball jock flunkie thinks that’s hilarious. But... you don’t care about that one bit when you’ve got Eddie’s entire attention. You tug on his hair to move it higher and he groans like he’s in the spiciest of late night movies.

The teacher returns. “What the heck is going on??! Y/N, If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you should sit up front - c’mon - get up. Move up here.” He taps the worst seat in the house.

You gather up your things, your face feels like it’s on fire. This is absolutely the most embarrassed you’ve been in school but then Eddie says “nooooo, come back” softly and makes grabby hands at you as you walk by. Which makes you laugh a little.

“Edward Munson, I think you better focus on your work - it doesn't look like you’ve done anything but doodle these.... “ The teacher looks at Eddie’s notebook. “...Monsters?? since I left. Do you two even want to graduate?? You are wasting your time AND MINE.” The teacher is practically apoplectic. You still don’t know his name. He’s probably wondering if he has any recourse to punish you more - if he gives you summer school detention - he’s probably gonna be the one to oversee it and that’s punishment for him as much as you.

“I’m sorry. I’ll focus now.” You sit in your terrible front row seat and try to look serious and studious. He seems to calm down.

—

After class, Eddie is waiting out in the hallway. Leaning on the lockers and playing with a metal lighter… Waiting for you.

“Are youuuu busy like… now?” He asks. “Or later today? Or....”

Maybe this won’t be the worst summer ever...

[iwantkirkhammett]

Okay, was thinkinn and finally my brain went poof again;

Kirky with a non social gf or whatever and so when she finally agrees to go out with him and meet his freinds she gets a little nervous or her social battery gets loww

So once they get home he rewards her somehow, cuddles or treats or sm 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂..?🤭🤭🤭 i dont mind either way I just thought that this might be cute <3

Ty pooks Muah😘😍

IM SORRY IF THIS SEEMS RUSHED OR ANYTHING IM SICK RN 💔

tw: smut, p in v sex, fingering, fluff! :)

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔

I stood in front of Kirk, my arms crossed and my irritation evident on my face. He looked at me, almost like a puppy begging for something, puckering his lip. “Please babe…I promise it’ll be fun! They all wanna meet you…” He said with a frown. I sighed, looking at him anxiously. “Kirk you know I don’t like socializing or meeting new-“ and he cut me off, grabbing my cheeks and kissing my forehead. “I know sweetheart, but it’s my band! You’ve seen our shows and everything, I promise you’ll like them. Pretty please?” He asked, and I uncrossed my arms, eventually nodding. “Okay…fine….” I mumbled. “But I don’t wanna be out late and I don’t wanna go somewhere that is loud and obnoxious.” I said, and he chuckled pulling me into a soft hug. “Trust me baby, I already know, don’t gotta tell me your routine.”

Eventually, after a few hours of getting ready, we went to their studio as they had planned to record some new music for an album they were working on. I was beyond nervous, tapping my leg and fiddling with my jewelry. We stood outside for a moment, and Kirk caressed my cheek with one hand. “You’ll do good baby, I know it. They’re gonna love you and you’re gonna love them. You’ll be fine, trust me.” He said, placing a kiss on my forehead and kissing my lips gently. I nodded in response, smiling as he did his best to reassure me. “I hope so…”

Once in and after introducing myself to everyone, I felt much more relaxed and more comfortable now. I was sat on one of the couches in the studio, sitting next to Kirk as they all took a break from hours of recording.

I honestly had zoned out in the middle of their conversing, but James speaking to me cut me out of them. “So, how did you and Kirk meet?” He asked with a smile, and I appreciated him trying to include me. “Oh um….we met at a bar a while back and he asked for my number and…yeah…” I replied awkwardly, getting a bit flustered to which Kirk ended up caressing my thigh a bit to comfort me.

Once I had replied to James, the rest of the band started to talk to me more and I actually found that I was enjoying myself. I was more relaxed and even laughing at jokes every now and then, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t starting to get a bit burnt out and drained, and I started to get more quiet as the hours went on. Kirk eventually noticed that my social battery was basically dead, and he patted my thigh with a soft smile before getting up. “Shit, it’s getting late guys, we should just leave it here.” He said, and the band nodded in agreement before they packed up all their equipment.

We said our goodbyes and finally left to go back home, and Kirk smiled at me. “I told you you’d have fun and be okay, didn’t I?”

I rolled my eyes playfully as we pulled up to the house. “Okay…fine you win…” I said while blushing a bit and we got out of the car, to which Kirk came up behind me to hold my hand. “I’m just teasing you, you did really good sweetheart.” He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

We got into the house, and I collapsed onto the bed, sighing in relief. I was drained from all of the socializing and fun, but also sitting in a separate room while they recorded for 4 hours on end wasn’t the best either. Kirk followed in shortly after me, a soft smile appearing on his face as kissed my forehead, pushing my hair out of my face. “You did really good baby, I’m so proud of you.” He said, getting undressed into his normal t-shirt and boxers combo he always wore to bed, while I changed into my pajamas myself. We both got into the bed, and he cuddled up behind me, holding me close. “Say sweetheart, you did so good for me…” He caressed my hip. “How about I give you a reward?” He said, pushing my hair away from my neck and kissing my cheek.

My cheeks ran hot and desire crept up my thighs, and I gasped as he started to gently kiss at my neck, running his hand up and down my back before running it up my shirt. I let out a soft moan, his kisses and love bites so gentle and sweet, his touch also so relaxing and comforting. He then reached up my shirt, gently starting to caress and grope one of my breasts, leading to me pushing up against his hard on and whimpering softly.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you, just relax and let me take care of you.” He said suggestively, unhooking my panties from my thighs and off my ankle, reaching over my body. I spread my legs for him, already so desperate for his touch and I looked up at him. “Kirk…please….” I whispered, and he gently kissed my lips before running his fingers through my folds, toying with my clit gently. He chuckled against my lips, sucking and placing hickeys onto my neck as well. “You’re so wet sweet girl, you like when I take care of you?” He asked, plunging a few fingers inside of me and curling them to reach that spot. I gasped in pleasure as he started to work his fingers, leaving me writhing and squirming in the bed with pleasure. “K-Kirk…” I moaned out, softly and in ecstasy from just his fingers. He smirked, kissing my temple. “You’re so pretty…so beautiful, especially like this.” He said, pulling his fingers out and moving me onto my side, beginning to pull his boxers down.

I whined at the emptiness I felt, but he gently rubbed his tip through my folds, hitting my clit to which I let out a moan and jolted in pleasure. “You want my dick baby?” He asked, his voice low and lustful. I nodded quickly. “Please Kirk, please!” I begged out, and he slowly pushed himself in, throwing his head back and letting out a low moan in pleasure. I moaned, gripping onto the sheets as Kirk reached around to grab onto one of my breasts. He started at a gentle steady pace, our soft gasps and moans of pleasure filling the room. “You’re so pretty-ah…So perfect, you’re doing so good baby, taking it so good.” He groaned out, picking up his pace and hitting that one spot that made me melt. I just moaned in response, so focused on the pleasure I felt I couldn’t even get anything out but his name. “Kirk f-faster! Please!” I moaned, and he picked up the pace and reached over to gently rub my clit, sending me right over the edge and driving me crazy. I moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets while Kirk lifted my leg up and hooked it around his arm. “K-Kirk! Fuck! Yes!” I moaned, tightening and clenching around him.

He continued his relentless pace, sucking and kissing on my neck, fondling with my breast, rubbing my clit, and groaning in pleasure. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight baby, so good, you’re gonna-fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane you know that? So fucking good…” He groaned into my neck, and he pounded that one spot continuously, tears welling up in my eyes from the pleasure. I started to get that feeling I knew all to well, and I grabbed onto the sheets and whimpered out a high pitched moan. “Kirk…o-oh my god! I-I’m so close Kirk please!” I moaned, and he smirked against my neck, pounding faster while his own thrusts got sloppy. “I know baby, cum on my dick, you d-deserve it, I got you.” He grunted out, pounding even faster. I squealed out, releasing all over his cock while my pussy pulsated and tightened around him.

Kirk groaned and squeezed my breast. “J-Just a few more seconds baby, you can take it come on..” The overstimulation was to much, and I was a moaning pleasure filled mess, so fucked out I couldn’t even form sentences anymore. Kirk then thrust few more sloppy times, groaning and gripping onto me as he filled me up with his cum, whispering out sweet little nothings as he did. “So…s-so good baby…so good, you’re so perfect…” He panted, pulling out and spreading my legs a bit to admire his seed dripping out of me.

We both laid there for a few seconds, catching our breath before Kirk turned me around, pulling him close to his chest. I immediately snuggled up, smiling and letting out a content satisfied sigh. He pulled the blanket up over us, kissing my forehead. “Thank you for finally coming to meet the band…” He mumbled tiredly, and I looked up to meet his tired eyes with my own. “I had fun, it was worth it.” I giggled, snuggling up to him again and closing my eyes. “I love you Kirk…” I mumbled, and he chuckled, closing his own eyes. “I love you too sweetheart…” And we both ended up falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

[animeyanderelover]

Platonic headcanons ,Gun and killua with freind who is like the sweetest ,cooler and funny between them,but sometimes is just secretive about his life like his homeland and family,her nen ability is like controlling other people's bodies and minds by their blood and making weopens in any way she likes from her own blood and even clones of her self by using blood that's strong,

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, stalking, protective behavior

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59

Best friend with blood abilities

🎣🪀Being discreet is certainly not one of Gon's strengths as his attempts to be subtle are everything but that as he often finds himself bluntly questioning you about your origins and family. His mind works rather simple after all. Killua, him and you are a trio so there are no reasons he can think of why you would withhold such information from him and his friend. Killua is the one who has to always pull him back and lecture him about his reckless approach about a topic you clearly do not wish to talk about. After all if his idiot friend gets too pushy you might start withdrawing yourself even more and this is something neither Killua nor Gon want. Obviously secretly Killua is curious and concerned about your past as well but he has learnt the art if being more subtle about it better than Gon and as an assassin he is very observant when it comes to your body language so as soon as he notices that the topic makes you uncomfortable he pulls back instead of being pushy like Gon would be.

🎣🪀Normally you are always funny and sweet yet there are moments where you are just somewhere else with your mind and get oddly quiet, a distant look in your eyes as soon as someone questions you about your home and your family. There has to be a connection somewhere and both Gon and Killua have caught up to the fact that you are trying to forget about your home and your family for unknown reasons. Something must have quite obviously happened though yet neither of them knows what exactly uccured and that does trigger their protective instincts. If it comes to family troubles Gon is confident that you should have no reason to keep any secret from him and Killua though. After all he grew up without any parents at all whilst Killua was raised in a professional family of assassins and for that had a very unique childhood to put it in nicer terms. Neither of them would judge you yet you still remain silent, something that greatly bothers the green-haired boy.

🎣🪀Killua shares in this point actually some views of his friend. If it comes to a troubled family life he could write you an entire novel. He's currently also trying to distance himself from his own family and their legacy simply to live his own life so he might be able to greatly sympathise with you if your past also involves a messed up family environment. As protective he is and as eager as he also is to find out what it is that is torturing you about your life before meeting them he can also understand why you perhaps wouldn't want to tell others. He's quite nonchalant about his background and his profession but he can imagine what some of the thoughts are that are going through your heas as he is sure he experienced the same thoughts as you at one point in his life. All of that flies over Gon's head though who feels like you don't trust them fully by not telling them more about yourself. He has never withheld any secrets from you and even Killua has opened up greatly to you over the course of your friendship.

🎣🪀Even if your Nen ability has an undeniable creepy factor to it, neither of those two really give the scariness of your powers too much thought. Throughout their adventures they have met enough Nen users with impressive and scary abilities after all, you are just one of many. Gon probably doesn't even recognise just how intimidating your Nen ability can be initially. Killua is quicker to catch on. As a trained assassin he realises how useful your ability would be to discretly infiltrate, gather information, torture and kill someone and he is probably the one who would give you the most creative ideas on how to wield your blood abilities, some of them pretty gruesome and reflective of his past as aprofessional assassin from a very young age on. Since all three of you have most likely spent a lot of time training together both have seen what you have accomplished over the years and vice versa. You're capable of defending yourself yet protective feelings are hard habits to be shaken off.

🎣🪀Killua at least is wise enough to know when he should interfere and when not as he has quite a good grasp on your powers and your abilities. He's always observed you sharply and has even fought against you as a form of training a couple of times before all to know how strong you are and what you can do. A part of him is impressed with the range of your Nen abilities but the other part is slightly paranoid and worried that one day you might want to part ways with them since you can fend for yourself perfectly alone. Gon is the one who infuriates you more though as he is more insensitive to your capabilities and always rushes in to give you a helping fist even if you could have handled the situation all by yourself. He's always so confused when you later on start arguing with him, angry that he interfered. He probably doesn't even realise it himself but he is subconsciously babying you all of the time even if he argues against your accusations and merely states that he knows that you're strong but he wants to be there just in case something goes wrong.

🎣🪀The three of you are inseparable though as Killua and Gon have dragged you with them through all of their adventures, some of them fun and some of them rather dangerous but the three of you ultimately always left still alive. As time passes though Killua is worried that one day you will go your separate way and forget about them, a concern that Gon doesn't seem to share when Killua talks with him about this. In Gon's mind the three of you will stay best friends forever and that your bond will never be severed, a naive and painfully delusional optimism that his white-haired friend doesn't share. In a way it is Killua who makes Gon subtly more paranoid about the aspect of you breaking off all contact with them later on in your life because soon after Killua has shared his worries with him he asks you repeatedly that you would never think about moving on and forgetting about them. After all the three of you will always stay friends forever, right?

[imaginationlover101]

I Have Nothing

Austin Butler x reader

A/N: Finally, after a long awaited time, Part Two to Trust Issues is here!!! This fic can be read alone as well! I hope that you all enjoy!!♡♡

Summary: Avoiding Austin since his reveal, Y/N is left with a burden to carry. The question still remains on whether or not she should reveal her true feelings to him. Who would have known that after 3 months, 1 night out was all it took to fix her doubts.

It was a long, tiring week, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my free time relaxing in the comfort of my own home. Even though I was at home safe away from the worries of work and gossip of friends, there was still one thing missing.

The fact that it had been 2 months since I've held a real conversation with Austin. Ever since that day in his apartment, I haven't brought myself to talk to him since. At first, for the first 3 weeks, it had been an ongoing cycle of missed texts and calls from Austin.

For a while, I would skim through our texts, picturing back to our last momenst together. But sooner than later, his calls stopped, voicemails became shorter, and texts slowed down.

I was becoming sick of seeing the "call me" texts, etc. After awhile i became fustrated with myself, contemplating if I should pick up the phone or not. I wasn't mad at Austin for admitting his love to me. It was more so the fact that I couldnt bring myself to the realize the remaining outcome. I was in love with my best friend and couldn't bring myself to tell him.

Negative self image is a horrible thing. Living with the idea that you are not enough, and can never find the "right one" is a horrible way to live. During middle school, is where it all seemed to start off. Teenage girls were always mean, and making freinds was always complicated. Boys never seemed to look my way (leaving me with endless trails of self worry). But then, out of the blue there was Austin.

Compared to all the mean girls and the guys that never cared to look at my way, Austin changed it all. The minute he moved into the small town I called home, I knew it was meant to be. It was almost as if the two of us clicked immediately. With a kind smile and a caring heart, from that day forward I knew Austin would always be there for me.

However, sometimes my heart seemed to think diffrent. Through all the awkward phases, script practices, theater nights to now the hottest upcoming actor the girls, fame, and media always seemed to get in the way. Leaving an underlying trail of insecurities and doubts. I never believed I was good enough for Austin, but it wasn't until recently that it all came into view.

The buzzing of my phone on the kitchen counter slowly brought me out of my thoughts. Groaning I made my way off the couch (which I had been situated at since 4 oclock, and had no plan at all to move)

Making my way towards the counter, I picked up my phone, bringing it to my ear. Suddenly a loud voice pieced through the phone."Y/N WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!"

Immediately I recognized the nitourious voice which belonged to my best friend. Laughing I began cleaning up the counter of old fashion magazines and cookbooks, I haven't seemed to clean up just yet. "I just got home Ivy, and I think I'm going head in for the night "

I could hear Ivy's exatrative sigh over the phone as she talked back and forth to people in her surroundings. The room was loud, and I couldn't make out what she was saying. "HEAD IN! Come on Y/N, how old are you. Helloooo did you forget were celebrating tonight? Come on Y/N come out with us everyone misses you!"

Over the phone I could hear an array of voices all screaming my name. I had to admit I did miss my friends, and although I did decline the offer to go our last week, I was slowly rethinking my descion. However, my laundry basket full of clean clothes, and fresh bedroom sheets sounded tempted. I knew my night was already complete with dessert and romcom later. "Hmm I don't know Ivy, I'm just not up to it right now."

For a moment there was a beat of silence over the phone, that was until I heard a loud gasp coming from the other side of the phone. "Y/N, I hope your kidding! I swear if your still at home thinking about that Austin guy, I will get you up out of that apartment right now. GIRLLL come out already!! Sasha, Chloe, Isabelle, and I are already here!"

Knowing that Ivy wouldn't stop insisting on my whereabouts and presence in the restaurant, I started to wonder why I shouldn't go out? I did miss my friends and maybe changing my scenery for a second would help. Soon, my mind started taking the best of me, and the ambiance of going out started to sound pleasing. Unlike seconds before, my mind was complety flipped and I now felt myself craving going out to be with my friends. Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?

Handing my keys to the valet, my stomach started to fill with anxiety. It had been the first time I had gone out in almost 3 months, and for some reason I was nervous. Making a note of my surroundings, i started to notice the growing crowd in front of the restaurant. I hadn't seen it this busy for a while and became suspicious with the paparazzi that lurked behind the entrance. What could possibly want now?

Walking with the hostess to the back of the restaurant, I already knew it was a good decision to come out tonight. Ivy had told me they booked half the back room, and as soon as I heard the screams from the girls, I knew my presence was known. Embracing them all with hugs, I began to make my way down to an empty seat next to Ivy and Sasha.

I had to admit, "Barneys" was definitely I had no problem coming out to. The front of the restaurant mostly had a dark and romantic italian vibe to it. Velvet curtains, little lamps on the table, gold silverwear, lovey seats right next to one another. Meanwhile, the back room held an open bar filled with a younger crowd, solizalizing and taking amongst one another. Everyone had a drink or two in their hands and a plate of hor dourves on the table. The back room was dark and romantic, and I couldn't be happier the girls picked this place.

The girls began to fill my hands with menus and suggestions on what drinks to order and a quick treat I should get. For a moment, I forgot all about the Austin situation and let myself be consumed with the talks of my best friends.

Talking about the newest drama in all of our lives, we listened in the best we could, of course, with the loudness of the restaurant and were hooked on every detail. Listening to one another and giving each other advice, we clicked our glasses together and wished for the best night.

"You know, I miss having you out with us Y/N. It's not fair you don't come out anymore!" Chloe says, picking up another glass of rosė. The other girls started to agree with her, and the conversation of Austin was soon brought up. The girls and I all stressed our frustrations towards Austin, until out of nowhere Isabella quickly cuts us off to talk about her latest wedding plans. It was odd at first, but the conversations began to flow.

Just as Isabella started talking about the newest caterer she hired for the wedding, all 4 faces of the girls' faces began to drop. Suddenly, Isabelle switched the conversation yet again and changed the topic to the dead daisies in her garden.

One by one, each girl started to act more and more suspicious. Sasha began to fill my glass to the rim with more wine, while Chloe started complimenting my nails, and Isabella kept on trying to keep my attention directly on her. Finally facing my attention towards Ivy, she slowly shakes her head and begins to rub my hand.

Suddenly for all but a moment, I heard a soft voice mutter "excuse me" as a chair was pulled from the table behind us. My breath stopped for a moment, my face growing seemingly warm. I could feel a precense behind me, but I couldn't seem to look up.

After a moment of disbelief, I turned to look up from my seat. After all this time of hiding and pretending here he was, standing mere inches away from me. I could feel his eyesight on me the minute I turned his way. For a moment, I started to stare at him not truly, believing that he was here right in front of me. As soon as he moved closer, placing a hand on the back of my chair I immediately ran out of my seat.

Looking back at that moment, I couldn't exactly remember what happened. All I know was that when I got up from my seat I had no plan to look back. I was thankful for the private bathroom the restaurant had as I made my way through busy crowd into the quiet hallway.

Finally, as I made my way into the bathroom, I was submerged with a second of peace. Staring at myself in the mirror, I felt a sense of urgency. I needed to get out of this restaurant and home quickly. The dress I had chosen to wear for tonight felt seemingly 2 sizes too tight, and my chest as if it was about to burst.

The man I had been dreading to see for the past few months just showed up at the same restaurant my friends and I were at. I guess the paparazzi outside should have confirmed my suspicions.

I was in no way, shape, or form ready to see Austin. After 5 minutes, I finally realized that hiding in the bathroom from my ex bestfriend was far too childish, but I couldn't seem to care. I had basically embarrassed myself in front of the whole restaurant, so hiding in the bathroom felt like a good idea.

Suddenly, a frantic knocking pulled me out of my panic as I paced back and forth across the floor. "It's occupied!"

I couldn't bother to listen to what the person on the other side had to say, I was too consumed in my own thoughts. But neverless the banging and knocking never stopped. You would think some people had manners?

For a moment, I questioned if the mystery person on the other side of the door could be Austin? At this point, I thought the frantic knocking was just an urgent customer needing to use the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the bathroom door. Ready to range my emotions at the unknown suspect, my theories were soon put into check when Austin stood on the other side.

There he stood in all his glory. Standing underneath the fluorescent light for the first time that night, I began to inspect the man standing in front of me. I hadn't seen Austin for quite some time, and I could slowly see the changes in him.

His hair seemed longer and more golden than before, but I couldn't tell if that was from the lighting or the way he styled it. The lingering facial hair that was on his face before was gone, and his face was now shaven clean. Dressed in a white sweater (one that I could have swore we picked out together), black slacks, and his favorite pair of black shoes, I was surprised to see him this put together.

For a second, I was happy to see him. All the memories and sadness I once felt were filled with a tiny bit of relief. Finally, after all this time of hiding, I was able to see the man whom I had been dreading most. I wanted to step forward closer to Austin seeking some sort of comfort, but that was all history after I remembered the reasoning for our fight.

Before Austin could speak, I hastily slammed the door in his face. But of course, that was before Austin wedged his foot in the bathroom door, catching the door with his hand. Pulling and pushing the door between each other, Austin finally had enough pushing the door opening. Stepping into the bathroom, Austin pulled me to the aside with one hand while he closed the door with another. I was finally alone with Austin, and I couldn't think of a word to say.

Realizing that he had finally won, Austin stood against the door in a motion that made me assume no one was leaving. Locking the door behind him, Austin turns around from his stance walking closer to wear I stood in the bathroom. Knowing that I couldn't run away from my problems anymore, I turned my back on Austin. I couldn't look him in the eyes not yet for sure.

Hearing a sigh from the man behind me, I tried to ignore my thoughts seeing as I wanted to turn around against my morals and talk to Austin. I could feel his presence behind me and craved the friend I used to know.

"I'm trying to fix things with you Y/N, but it doesnt help when you want to run away."

I still couldnt face him. I just began to stare plainly at the picture placed ever so crookedly on the wall. For a second I wished I could have become lost in the painting. Just run away from everything and this major talk with Austin.

I guess I had been completely incoherent for too long, because after a while Austin had pulled me away from the painting turning me around to face him. "Seriously Y/N, what are you doing? Why wont you listen to me? Why do you keep running away?"

"I'm not running away from you Austin, I just don't want to talk to you!" Austin nods his head hearing my voice for the first time tonight. Rolling his eyes he begins to make his way towards the wall opposite from me clearly offended by my awnser. Leaning his head in hands, Austin sighs trying to think of what to say.

"I don't get it Y/N, I tried everything! I've called you, texted you, I left you flowers. I don't know what I did wrong." I could tell he was becoming more and more agitated, but I couldn't blame him, how could I tell my best friend I've been avoiding him because I'm too selfish?

"It's just -" Sighing, I began to my trace my fingers along my frame, seeking some sort of comfort within myself. What could I possibly say to him that would make everything seem okay?

Taking a deep breath I fianlly bring my eyes to look at him for the first time this night. "Listen Austin, its me, not you, don't take it the wrong way."

Confusion began to run through his eyes, and his once smooth face became consumed in wrinkles as he scrunched his eyebrows up in worry.

"Don't give me that BS Y/N, I think your forgetting I know you better than anyone else. You cant run away from me anymore. Just tell me the truth, I want to help you!"

I knew I couldn't avoid this conversation anymore, but to be honest I was more embarrassed of it to say anything. In a softer voice than before I slowly made my way closer to Austin.

But of course not too close, I just had to get close enough to make out his face a bit better (or at least thats what I was telling myself).

"I'm not running away from it Austin, it's just.. it's embarrassing."

"You don't have to be embarrassed about anything Y/N. It's just me. I want you back in my life, even if you don't want it. Just tell me what's going on?" His eyes slowly drifted down to mine and for a moment I could help but let my eyes water.

Taking a deep breath in, I prayed that by the end of this conversation everything would work out. By all means this could either change everything for better or worse. "I love you Austin, as a friend, and as something more. I've always loved you, but loving you has always come with a side affect. People are mean, and they try to twist your words and make it sound disgusting. They criticize you and turn there backs and worship you the next day."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is you deserve someone better. You deserve someone who can take it all and throw it away. Your fans want someone who's beautiful inside and out, and I'm not that person, Austin. You need to find someone who completes you better than I do l."

Finally after weeks of holding it all in, I finally said what I needed to say. I had to admit I was scared, but that only lasted for a moment. I could only hope Austin would understand the reasoning behind my sudden leave that day at his apartment.

Suddenly the AC in the bathroom began to turn on again for it's second cycle, and the room was filled with cold breeze. A chill began to run through my body, which didn't help the underlying anxiety I held as I waited for Austin's response. Shivering lightly my attention was distracted for a moment as I began to rub my hand along my body.

I could have sworn Austin was about to leave. For a while he stood blankly staring at me taking in each word that I had said to me. I couldn't see it then, that night Austin had looked at me with eyes I hadn't seen since we were kids. The eyes of someone who had heard news that broke his heard. After all the time of wishing he would go away who would have know that telling the truth would have been the biggest awnser of them all.

Austins reaction to my speech was far from anything surprising. For a moment he turned around staring at himself in the mirror behind him. If anything he looked more disgusted than sad. His face merely turned sour at the words of me not being good enough in his eyes, and I could tell he was trying to hold back what he truly wanted to say.

Through the mirror I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, running the once perfect slicked hair he had just a moment ago. Finally turning around to face my way, Austins face was started to become slightly red and when I looked at him again his eyes seemed to match mine. Frustrated, confused, but oh so in love.

"I just dont understand Y/N, how could you say those things about yourself when your not them at all. Why are you trying to look through the eyes of other people, when the only eyes you should be looking through right now are mine. I could care less about what other people think or how they act around me. The only person I care or ever cared about was you, and I'll be dammed if these "people" are going to ruin something that we have!"

Taking a step closer to me, Austin moves so that our feet are directly across from one another. The tears that I so desperately tried to hide emerged, and soon the facade that I held was broken. Placing a hand on my face, he begins to cup my cheek leaving little to no space available between us.

Staring up into his blue eyes, I could feel his eyes directly on mine, and I knew I had his utmost attention. "I love you, Y/N, and I'll never stop loving you. The opinions of others are never going to change how I feel about you."

"I love you too, Austin." In a voice as soft as a whisper, I lean in closer so that my hands could slowly trace around his neck. With my face underneath his, he leans in locking his eyes with mine. With our faces near one another, he leans in sealing our lips together in a comforting embrace.

Finally, after months of hiding my feelings, Austin finally knew how I felt. After Austin and I walked back to our tables adoring a smile (none of of our friends had seen before), we walked hand in hand happy with the outcome of the night.

For once in our lives we didn't have to pretend that our feelings for one another were in the dark. After years of hiding away I knew that Austin and I would never be the same as what we were. From that day forward I never had to worry about the underlying opinions from those who weren't Austin. Anytime I had a doubt he was quick to reasure me, and from that moment on I was quick to tell myself that I didn't need to worry because I am his and he is mine.

[the0p]

Spider-man Mark

pure fluff, mlm, smoking (dont do it kids), confessions, cursing, Mark mentioned without a shirt (😱), yeah tbh that's it I think ALSO GUYS THE MIDDLE PHOTO IS MADE BY ME DO WE LIKE?!?!? (say yes.)

Making plans with Mark was like trying to make a sloth go faster, basically, impossible. The only time I could get a hold of him is durring school which sucked but tonight after weeks of constant no shows, sorrys and excuses we finally settled on something very simple a sleep over at his place from Saturday morning till Sunday night yes two adults doing a sleepover crazy right? On Friday, I packed the important things such as clothes, pack of cigarettes and a lighter, charger, and a Lego set for us to build together. Mark has been my best friend since forever. he was the first freind I ever made and the person I plan on dying with but a few months ago I started developing feelings for him which I never thought could happen especially since I didn't know if he was even into men which made the situation a whole lot worse but tonight was the night I planned on telling him, or, well, that was what I kept telling myself.

I didn't bother dressing up as it was just a sleepover, so I left my apartment in grey sweatpants, a black zip-up jacket, and instead of contacts, I sticked with my glasses. Mark didn't live far, so I chose to walk instead of driving. I wish I could say to enjoy the night air but it was too cold tonight for something like that. by the time I made it to his, I was freezing my ass off. I knocked on his door like a crazy person waiting for him to get it only to be met with complete silence. I knew where he kept the spear key, so I took it and unlocked the door, figuring he had just knocked out, but once I unlocked the door, I was met with...complete emptiness. "Mark??" I called taking my shoes off as I slowly walked inside, turning the lights on and placing my bag on the kitchen counter, his sofa empty. I walked over to his room, knocking on the door "dude are you in here??" I asked, opening the door carefully only to be met with a very messy room and no Mark inside it. I stood there very confused and a bit hurt as he said he'd be free tonight. I walked into his room, moving some clothes off the bed and sitting down on it, taking my phone out of my pocket to call him. the phone rang once, twice, and by the third call, I gave up. I sat there very disappointed. what could I even do in this type of situation?? I was already inside, and I didn't exactly wanna go home, so I chose to stay and scroll through my phone instead with the hopes he'd show up.

an hour had passed by, and there was no response. I felt shit but in all honesty, I didn't know what I expected. I got up from his bed, going back into the kitchen and taking my bag, walking into the living room, sitting my ass down on the floor, and pulling out the Lego set. it wasn't anything fancy, just a few Lego flowers, so since he was late, I chose to build it to pass the time. I turned on some music and started building. Time passed by quickly, and as I was halfway done, I heard a loud thud and a string of curse words coming out of Marks' room. I was very confused and even a bit scared as he lived on the fourth floor, and no one could just randomly spawn in like that. I slowly got up, taking the first thing that I could grab, which was sadly an apple. fuck Mark and his healthy food. I slowly approached the door, my heart pounding out of my chest. I placed my free hand on the door handle, my other hand, ready to throw the apple at whoever or whatever was in that room. I opened the door quietly, peeking my head in. the room was dark, so I couldn't see well, which made it so much worse. I opened the door fully, looking around the room as I reached for the light switch, turning on the light. there was nothing. "am I crazy or what??" I said outloud to myself, running a hand through my hair a frown on my face. I groaned in frustration, which quickly faded when I heard a thud from the corner of the room above me. I turned around, chucking the apple at the corner only to see...Mark with a spider-man suite?? I stood there trying to process it as he quickly got off the ceiling rubbing his head as I seemed to have good aim. he looked at me both of us, just starting at each other for a good 2 minutes. "How long are we going to do this for??" he asked, braking the silence and awkward smile on his face. "For as long as I need to process... this" I said, gesturing to him. "look dude I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier its just like super dangerous and everything and I know you worry a lot as it is so I didn't wanna add on stress to it" he rambled trying to explain himself.

I sat down on his bed again, leaning back on my hands as I continued to look at him, all the gears turning in my head. "You know, now all the dipping you do has an explanation" he sighed, nodding, pressing the spider-man logo on his suite, causing it to loosen as he shrugged it off. thankfully he wasn't fully naked under there but fuck was his build good. if my math isn't off a six-pack at least, toned arms and everything. it wasn't my first time seeing him without a shirt on as we both had a tendency to wall around each others apartments without shirts, but I don't remember him being that built. he quickly trew on a shirt and pants nicely folding his suite and placing it in a box as he came to sit next to obviously very ready to be yelled at. "I better get to swing with you between buildings." he turned to me, surprised not to hear cursing upon cursing as I usually scolded him. "wait your not mad??" he asked, tilting his head a bit to the side. I shook my head no "not really. I get why you didn't tell me. I wouldn't tell you if I'd be in your shoes, so we're cool. " i smiled at him genuinely, not minding as everything had an explanation now. "When you randomly started cancelling plans and dipping on me, I thought you hated me or something. felt like a desperate ex trying to get you to come back to me" he laughed poking my shoulder a playful smirk on his face "ooooo did someone miss me??" I pushed him away, trying to suppress a smile that was creeping up on my face "ew no get away, you wierdo" he shook his head pretending to be upset but thankfully the act didn't last long as he got up and took my arm pulling me to the kitchen with him. he placed me infront of the stove putting his hands on my shoulders "stay there" he said opening the fridge and taking out some food placing ir on the counter next to me. Once he got everything out he looked at me "your making food tonight" I reluctantly nodded and just got to work not wanting to argue. he smiled a pleased look on his face as he went into the living room noticing the flowers I had started. "dude are those lego flowers!? sick!!" I heard him say as I glanced over watching as he sat down to continue them. I didn't protest as it was smth for us both to do originally. Once I finished the food, I plated it, bringing it over to the living room, placing both the plates on the coffee table where now sat two pretty roses. I sat down on the sofa next to him, taking my plate and turning on the TV. "What movie marathon tonight?" I questioned, glancing at him."Let's go with twilight" I rolled my eyes as that was always his pick but, nonetheless, put it on.

the two days were spent together laughing, talking, smoking, a lot of movies and the occasional moments he had to go save the city as usual but otherwise it was very pleasant. on Sunday night, we sat in his bed, cuddling scrolling through my tiktok feed, laughing at random videos. I still hadn't confessed, but I did learn that he did, in fact, like guys, so my chances were a bit higher now. "Hey Mark??" My words came out relatively quiet as I turned my phone off, sitting up as I looked down at him. he hummed, staying in the same position, looking up at me with his stupid pretty face. I took a deep breath trying to gather my thoughts "I gotta tell you something very important" I said slowly my words catching his attention as he sat up as well looking at me "what is it??" he looked into my eyes, both of us just starting at each other as I stayed quiet. "I like you. not in a plotonic way, but I like like you. its cool if you don't feel the same way I just wanted to let you know and I really hope this doesn't fuck up our friendship if you don't return those feelings I just-" my words where cut off short with a pair of lips meeting mine. I was stunned at first my eyes wide, but slowly, I melted into the kiss, returning it. he pulled away first his face extremely close to mine "you ramble too much" his words where soft and the smile on his face said it all "and I hope I gave you the answer you where looking for but if you need it word by word, I like you too y/n a lot actually. I've always had interest in girls, but the moment I became spider-man, our time was limited by a lot, and the way you tried so hard made me fall head over heals for you, dude." I felt a bit embarrassed but extremely happy.

"so...boyfriends??" I asked looking into his eyes.

"boyfriends."

[petew21-blog]

Family fun

"Hi, I'm Simon and I'm an alcoholic." Haha. I'm just kidding. I'm just a normal nineteen year old kid still living with his widowed father and his three brothers. Today I was suppose to go on a trip with my 4 friends - Michael, Nathan, Daniel and Connor. I was ready to leave, but suddenly my - always happy and kind dad - started screaming about me not doing enough for our family, not doing chores and he banned me to go on the trip. I texted my friends, but only Connor replied:"Better luck next time. C ya". Then my dad even took my phone from me. I have no idea what I have done, but I didn't question him right now. Maybe later when he cools off.

My brother Alex came downstairs and offered me to go with him to the store. He acted different. I can't tell why, but he kept teasing me, which he usually doesn't. He is the quiet one.

We got into the store. I went to get some vegetable and when I got back to him. He was standing there completely naked

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Hurry. Give my some clothes!!! I lost them!"

"How can you just loose your clothes you're wearing?!?"

"Doesn't matter. Give me something."

I gave him my jeans, my shirt, leaving me only with my socks, sweatshirt in my hand and my boxers. He put on the rest and then laughed as he took the sweatshirt from my hands and ran away.

I was standing in a storeonly in my underwear. How embarassing. Alex was standing outside of the store with a phone in his hand already recording and laughing

"What the hell is wrong with you today?"

"Haha. Nothing. Just... enjoying life."

We returned back home. Alex went to show my other two brothers how he humiliated me. I went upstairs to find my father in my bathroom completely naked. He held my phone in his hands and tried to take a nude.

"DAD! What are you doing?!"

He wasn't even shocked and kept trying to get a good photo.

"Oh hey, I was going through your phone and I found this Grindr app where most of the profiles had pictures like this. I thought that maybe it is a dating website and I might have a chance. Maybe I'll find someone there."

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING

"Dad, please. Go away. And don't install that app. I'll explain that to you later."

He checked himself out again and then winked at me

"Don't act like this isn't the dick that made you. You owe me for that, you know"

Has everyone gone crazy this morning or what the fuck is happening?

I went downstairs, ready for some more weird stuff. But fortunately my two brothers - Joe and Kyle fought. Thank god. The most normal thing in our family that could be happening right now. I sat outside on the porch just briefly watching them fight.

But suddenly the fight turned into this

They made out passionately as many couples in love do. But THEY ARE MY BROTHERS!!!

"STOP! SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!"

All four of the stared at each other back and forth. My dad was the first one who started laughing, then the rest did too.

"What's so funny? Have you all lost your mind?"

"Oh come ooooon. It's just a prank, BRO" said my father

"Besides, would your brother that you secretly have a crush on let you do this?" Alex came to me and placed my hand on his abs, just going up and down and finally going down.

"How... Connor?"

"BINGO! You figured it out. We swapped bodies with everyone in your family just to mess with you. We discovered we could do that last night when we arrived at the campsite, but we decided to surprise you. So, what do you think?"

"Wait. What about my dad and my brothers? Where are they?"

"In the campsite hopefully. But they keep calling your phone, so that's why we took it from you. Seems like we might have some explaining to do. So, until we give these bodies back and might never use them again?" All four of them smiled.

I couldn't believe how perverted my freinds are. And I couldn't believe I didn't really protest.

A story from the inbox: Hello! I love your stories😍😍😍 can u write a story about some friends are doing prank by body swapping with his male family members?

[charlesslut16]

Hai there, lurker here who loooooves your writing 🫶🏻

If you’re taking requests, would you be open to doing a fic wherein the driver (Charles/Max/Oscar, your choice) is a jealous, smutty menace?

No pressure though if you’re not feeling it!

-jealous man-

summary : you are at your graduating party and party with your freind, which makes oscar jealous

PAIRING : oscar piastri x fem!reader

WARNINGS : 18+. smut, NSFW, a bit toxish, bit angst, jealous sex, possessive!boyfriend, p in v, curse words, light spanking, dirty talk, slight aftercare.

note : i hope you like it! Love you <3 I'm on vacation that's why i hope that i can post every day.

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The door slammed shut behind you, only to open and slam shut again. You kept your face forward as you kicked off your heels and stomped into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

 A night that was supposed to be one to remember turned into a nightmare. To top it all off, it was your graduation party from university and the one person who was supposed to make it special was the one who ruined it.

You turned around to see Oscar tossing his jacket onto the back of the couch before he walked over to the counter you were standing by and rested his hands against the countertop. 

He kept his face down, so you couldn’t see his expression, though you had a good idea of what it looked like. You took a drink before finally speaking, you had stayed quiet the entire ride home.

“I just can’t believe you’d ruin my night like that.” 

Your voice was a quiet whisper, but there was venom behind your words. He shook his head and looked up at you, his eyes dark and full of anger and frustration. 

“Me? You were the one who was all over that guy, and when he grabbed you, I couldn’t just stand there!” he shouted, walking closer to you, but you backed away with every step.

“Oscar! You beat my childhood best friend to a bloody mess! You’re lucky I’m friends with him, or he’d be suing your ass!” You ran your fingers through your hair, wishing that there was some sort of do over for the whole night.

It had stated off good. You had bought a new dress and shoes, and you even got your hair done just for the party Oscar was throwing for you. While you were getting dressed, Oscar came in dressed nice suit and gave you a small kiss.

He led you outside to his McLaren before he drove the two of you to your favorite bar. All of your friends were there, including Liam, who you hadn’t seen in years.

After doing some celebratory shots and having some cake, you began to catch up with Liam when, out of nowhere, Oscar came up and shoved him away from you before pounding his fist into his face over and over. 

The total disaster of a memory saddened you when you remembered how nice the night was supposed to be going, but it also made you so angry all over again.

“So what if he sues me? It’s not like I don’t have the money, and I’m not about to let some prick touch my girl like that! Don’t tell me you didn’t notice how he was looking at you? You aren’t that blind, are you?”

The insult was a smack in the face, but it just added fuel to the fire. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t seen Liam in six years. Six years. So forgive me if, at my graduation party, I wanted to catch up with him and see how he was doing. And you have absolutely no right to comment on someone else staring at me when you are Oscar-fucking-Piastri. Every girl on the goddamn planet thinks you're the hottest thing to walk this earth, and I don’t go around punching every girl you talk to.”

“It’s different, and you know that,” he said lowly, walking over to you. Frustrated tears began to fall down your cheeks, leaving cool trails in their wake.

“Oh my God! You don’t even see how what you did was wrong! Oscar! You don’t even trust me enough after we’ve been together for two years. Liam is just a friend, that’s all he’s ever been. And now, thanks to you, he probably hates me!”

 You ran your fingers through your long hair and let out a loud sigh. The previous burst of energy you had had drained away slowly, leaving you a burnt out mess.

The two of you stood there in silence for a good while. You just stared at the coffee pot just past Oscar, the night's events replayed over and over again in your head. 

After minutes past, Oscar spoke softly, breaking the deafening silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me. I just saw him touching you, and it drove me crazy. I ruined your night and I’m sorry. This night was supposed to be about you and I ruined that,” he apologized, grabbing your hands. 

The knuckles on his right hand were cut up, bruised and bloody, but he still brought your hands up to his dry lips to leave a small hearty kiss on your knuckles.

“Let me do something to make it up to you. Please.”

You could feel his warm breath coming out in puffs against your cheek. His hands dropped to your waist and pulled you closer to him, making your heart pound. 

Your house was really eerily quiet, only the quiet sounds of your breathing could be heard. You finally looked up at him bravely, Oscar’s eyes focused on your lips. 

The two of you stood there, timeless, neither one of you wanting to break the tension. After a moment, Oscar couldn’t take it. He pulled you even closer, smashing his lips against yours, his tongue flicking playfully at yours.

 A small groan erupted from the back of Oscar’s throat as you pushed back against him. His hands dropped to your butt as he squeezed gently, before dragging his hands back up your body to cup your face.

His lips peppered kisses down your jaw before settling on a spot on your neck. A whimper left your mouth as he bit down softly before dragging his tongue up your neck. 

He grabbed your legs and picked you up, setting you down on the counter. You tightened your legs around his waist and ran your fingers through his hair before reaching down to pull his shirt off. 

His skin was hot and sent sparks throughout your body with every touch. Oscar lifted you and began walking, or rather, stumbling, towards your bedroom down the hall.

His lips never left yours until you decided to break the kiss to bite down on his shoulder, a spot you knew he enjoyed. His hands on your butt tightened when you did, and he stopped moving for a moment to entirely enjoy the moment.

 A small smirk found its way onto your lips when he began groaning, and you stopped kissing him, resting your chin on his shoulder. He whimpered at the absence of your lips, but hurried to the bedroom.

You released your legs to stand up from your bed, once you were next to your big bed, while Oscar fumbled with the zipper down the side of your graduating dress. 

The moment it was off, his lips began ravishing the soft skin peaking out of your bra, and goosebumps erupted all over your skin. He pulled away and pushed you backwards, so you fell onto the bed.

The wet spots on your breast were cold, but you barely noticed as you watched Oscar tug off his pants and boxers. He was so desperate to feel you, he didn’t even bother with his socks.

His fingers looped into your panties and quickly pulled them off before expertly unclasping your bra. His eyes widened, and he immediately began teasing your left nipple with his tongue while massaging the other with his hand. 

The feeling was numbing, and you almost couldn’t stand the constant teasing. Suddenly, Oscar flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass up in the air.

Normally you’d oppose to this position, but you were so turned on it didn’t bother you at all. In fact, it made you ache even more. You heard him reach over and dig around in the drawer in your end table, followed by the tearing of foil.

The condom wrapper was tossed to the floor and forgotten about the moment you could feel his tip pushing against you. He began rocking into you, a low growl coming from behind you as he moved slowly. 

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out as you buried your face in the sheet. Oscar stopped moving for a moment to reach and grab your hands, twisting them behind your back. 

His hands were large enough to hold both of yours with one, so his other hand reached for your hair, tugging softly. A small whimper left your lips as he began moving again, this time even harder. 

His hand released yours, and he placed it back on your hips, steadying himself as he pushed faster and faster. Small moans were continuously falling out of your mouth as he hit that perfect spot with every thrust.

 A small layer of sweat covered your body as you felt the familiar warmth growing in your stomach. Oscar’s grip on your hair tightened as he gave a particularly strong thrust, causing the both of you to cry out. 

Continuous ‘I love you’s fell out of your mouth as the pleasure began filling your body. Your toes were curling, and your fingertips were growing numb as his grip on your hip tightened, destined to leave small bruises. 

A wave a pleasure swept over your body as you came, crashing down onto the mattress, loud cries echoing throughout the large room. Your body was still twitching with pleasure as Oscar came over you, falling on top of your back. 

His heartbeat could be felt on your back, and you let out a breathy laugh, too exhausted to move. The two of you laid there for a moment before Harry found the energy to roll off of you and onto his back. 

He grabbed a tissue and disposed of the used condom before pulling you into his side. His fingers drew aimlessly on your shoulders as you listened to his heartbeat slowing down to a more relaxed pulse.

“I really fucking love you, Y/N. I’m truly sorry about the way I acted earlier,” he told you, kissing the top of your head. His hand tightened on your shoulder before continuing to draw random circles on your arm.

“What you did wasn’t okay, but you should apologize to Liam. Tomorrow. I just want to cuddle and spend the last hour of my birthday with the crazy, jealous, handsome man that I love. Is that too much to ask?” 

You looked up at him to see him resting his head against the wall with his eyes closed and smiling peacefully. Even if he was crazy sometimes, you loved him even more for it.

[whereserpentswalk]

You have to wear power armor for your job. You're a ranger, it's your job to go out to under explored planets and other heavenly bodies and retrieve things, or make contact with people, or deliver things. As romanticized as it is its mostly just walking through places humans can't safely walk through.

Seeing your power armor for the first time was weird. It was entirely metal, but it was very sleek, form fitting, with a pinched in waist and chrome texture. The helmet had a large visor, like a motorcycle helmet, you could see someone's eyes through it, you'd be able to see more but a gas mask like thing covers your mouth and nose below the helmet. You're even allowed by the company to paint it or add stickers. You feel so elegant within it, so powerful, so modern.

On your first mission you understand just how much you'll be wearing your power armor. You're on a planet with an atmosphere that would poison any humanoid on it, and it's inhabitants breath that stuff so there's no changing it. You spend months trying to track someone down, and never take off your armor once.

As time goes on there are more and more missions like that. You've walked through a forest filled with poison plants. Several places with no atmosphere at all. A planet where it rains glass. The skeleton of a long destroyed spaceship. A place so cold the ocean is solid ice. A place so hot your blood would have boiled if not for your armor. Days, weeks, months, spent inside armor. The company doesn't let you take off the armor on missions, but it's just safety, in almost all of these places it would kill you the momment you took your helmet off. They don't give you much time between missions, so you get used to being in armor very quickly.

Your armor takes care of you. Nutrition is injected into your body, and waste product is removed directly from your guts. The suit cleans your entire body without you noticing it. You can sleep while the suit still walks for you. You don't feel any pain or heat or cold. You can even browse the internet with it, and you can call or text anyone without moving your hands. They joke that the armor masturbates for you, but it actually does send pleasurable sensations throughout your body when you need that type of sensation. It all feels weird at first, but soon it feels normal. You had some robot freinds in highschool, you wonder if they felt like this.

When you’re between missions, and spending time in various hub stations or port cities, you realize you're wearing the armor most of the time too. Sometimes you take the helmet off but that feels weird, you don't like the feeling of air on your face. The other rangers you know, the ones who have been doing it for years longer than you, don't ever want to be outside of their armor.

You eventually get permission from the company to go back home for a few weeks to see your family and freinds. When you get to your homeworld you take off your armor for the first time in a long time. You don't really have normal clothing so you're wearing what you had when you first left nearly two years ago. Your family and freinds all want to catch up with you but it's all so weird and awkward.

You feel like you've been skinned. Every little thing touching you feels so uncomfortable. Your body seems so gross and soft and week, everything feels so wrong, and hard to move. You're not used to taking care of your bodily functions or grooming, and it's both hard to adjust, and gross for you to have to do these things. The idea of putting food in your mouth seems so disgusting. You can barely walk on your own now.

You tried to go on a walk with your joyfriend. But the wind on your flesh disturbed you so much that you began to weep. They tried to hug you but it only made things worse.

After that you just wore your armor for the rest of the trip. Most people you know were disturbed. They wanted you to quit the job but the pay was too good, and you wouldn't know where else to go. It was just another thing everyone would get used to, just another mundane fact of life.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Give me a Reason: Chapter 19 - "Best Freind"

N: U sure ur okay?

Uzi sighed as she crashed into her mattress, body feeling sore and head full of cotton balls. Tessa had just pulled out of the driveway and N was already texting her.

She wasn't sure when they'd actually become friends, maybe somewhere between ghost hunting and getting kicked in the gut she'd somehow made that connection. But she was absolutely not used to someone being this worried.

He'd incessantly asked what had happened for her to get so injured. And she'd incessantly deflected, either saying that it was nothing serious- which was bullshit, it hurt like hell. Or, at the cost of her ego- she lied and said it was an accident.

She just wasn't sure how he'd react to the truth, he'd probably be even more worried then, knowing that someone did this to her on purpose.

Or… he'd laugh at her. Because she was weak, because she'd put herself in a vulnerable position and then couldn't take a little pain an-

N: You can talk to me.

N: No pressure.

N: Just worried about you :(

The new messages stopped that train of thought. No. He wouldn't laugh. Even her chronic cynicism couldn't convince her of that.

Finally, instead of staring at his messages, she responded.

Uzi: Promise you won't say anything? Or laugh.

N: Promise

She sighed, here goes nothing…

Uzi: I got kicked in the stomach, u know how I seemed upset that I knew someone in my math class? It was them.

The reply actually took a minute to come back.

And that was because N had all of air knocked out of him at that reply. She'd been hit? Purposefully? And hard enough to give her a serious injury? Why? She was so nice! And cool!

N: Who?

Uzi: Lizzy, she's a teachers aid now, but she was in my class last year.

Uzi: It's not the first time she's thrown a punch, just caught me off gaurd this time.

Once again, N was floored, a teachers aid!?

N: I'd never laugh at you. But you should report her, she shouldn't be working with students if she thinks that's okay.

Uzi huffed through her nose, a half-laugh that was drenched in a depressing kind of acceptance.

Uzi: It's not like they'd believe me. I'm not exactly a model student.

She sat her phone down and shucked off her jacket and beanie, hissing as her side throbbed dully. This had been such a day…

Her hand instinctually reached for her stash drawer before she even realized, and in another, she was looking at it's false bottom.

As tempting as it was- and it was very tempting. Drug mixing wasn't smart even if one of them was just an over-the-counter pain reliever, and adding a bad trip on an already shitty day didn't sound fun.

So instead she wrapped herself in the biggest, comfiest shirt she could find and grabbed her laptop, maybe she could distract herself with YouTube.

N: What do you mean by that?

Oh right, she'd never mentioned the fact she'd been held back to him, whoops.

Uzi: I was held back a year. I'm 19.

N: Oh wow! You're older then me!

N: Still it can't have been that bad. Failing a class isn't a reason to not belive you.

Uzi smirked, fingers clicking on the keys of her laptop as she tried to find something to watch- settling on an analysis video of one of the shows she was watching.

Uzi: I was high in class and a teacher called the campus police.

It took nearly twenty minutes for him to respond to that.

N:Sorry, got home and had to get up to my room.

N:You were WHAT?!

N: That's a crime!

Uzi: And so is trespassing on JCJenson private property to ghost hunt.

N blushed, now laying on his bed in a grey pajama shirt and pants with dogs printed on them, he held his phone close to his face as he grumbled, she had him there, but that hadn't really felt like a crime at the time…

N: I think you're a bad influence.

N: Also you're deflecting, drugs are bad! And unhealthy!

Uzi rolled her eyes at that, he wasn't the first person to tell her that. But you know what was worse? Dealing with herself unmedicated, without her stash, her head just got fuzzier and fuzzier, and before she knew it… she'd be having a full mental meltdown at the slightest provocation. Which she hated, she never felt like herself during those…

Uzi: Probably. But you see why they won't believe me over miss perfect.

N: Yeah okay, now I'm gonna be worried tho. I don't want you being hurt.

She smiled at that, this boy was so endlessly empathetic, and thankfully, her unloading some not-so-great facts about herself didn't seem to put him off either.

Uzi: Ew, don't worry over me. That's gay.

And yet she couldn't help but make a joke over it.

N: ???

N: how?

N: how does my worry make me gay?

Uzi: It's not manly.

Uzi: Empathy is a girly emotion.

She was snickering to herself, she didn't actually believe that of course, but she could almost see his reaction to it. That stupid, confused and amused smile that he wore when she made a particularly dumb joke.

N: Guess I'm gay then.

N: Cause I'm always going to worry. You're my freind.

N:Best Freind?

Her heart fluttered full of butterflies at that. Is that what he wanted? From her? She was so convinced he'd find someone else to hang out with but here he was, asking to continue this…

Whatever this was.

Uzi: Always knew I'd end up with a gay best freind.

Uzi: u can't borrow my makeup.

N: Awww, but it would look so good on me!

Uzi thought about that for a moment, imagining N with dark eyeshadow, lipstick, and black nails, and she about choked, she wasn't sure if it was funny or weirdly attractive.

Uzi: Dude that mental image.

Uzi: It's so cursed, I about choked.

N: Blursed

N: It's Blessed and Cursed

The conversation continued, the fuzz in her head slowly dissipating even without the assistance of her stash, and it continued late into the night… up until she heard Khan pull onto the driveway at 2am.

Uzi: Oh god, it's 2am. We need to sleep.

N: I didn't realize! We're gonna be zombies…

Uzi: More of a zombie u mean?

N: Yeh. U still in pain? Are u going to sleep ohay?

N: Okay* oof, sleepy fingers.

Even while about to pass out. He was still worried…

Uzi: I'm okay, pain isn't bad. U need sleep N

N: Ok, text you tmmrow, Uzi. Goodnight.

Uzi: Night N.