#FUCKKK I missed being a Dude as him I MISSED the ROOMS

[nathsolkyoako]

Eleanor: how willing are you to stab me?

Elijah:

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[Book One of Four]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 2.5 out of 5

I’ve missed sports romance and Elle Kennedy so much. As soon as I started reading, I couldn’t stop. Even when a certain trope I don’t like popped up (love triangle), I still continued to read.

Summer and Fitzy were so perfect for each other, but it took them forever to realize it. Well, to be fair, they realized it a lot sooner but Fitzy couldn’t explain his feelings and Summer had that thing with Hunter, and yeah… it was a mess.

While the story was fun and entertaining as hell, I still felt it ended rather abruptly. I know there isn’t a book of novellas that kinds of ties up everyone’s story like the Off-Campus series, so I’m hoping to see more Summer and Fitzy in the other books.

* Kappa Beta Nu girls are smug bitches. I don’t like them.

* Okay, so maybe Bianca is okay.

* Fitzy is a tattooed, hockey playing nerd… I love him already. (I forgot everything from the Off-Campus series, sshhhhh 🤫)

* Ew. Summer kissed Hunter..?

* Ohhh. She has a learning disability that she’s really insecure about, but masks it really well. I wonder how Fitzy will react when he finds out.

* She heard Fitzy call her “fluff”. So that’s why she kissed Hunter.

* New friend alert? Hello, Brenna.

* Gross. Now Hunter thinks he’s got dibs on Summer just because his tongue was down her throat on NYE? Barf.

* Ouch. Just when things are going good… there’s a misunderstanding in the kitchen about reading and books. This is gonna be so frustrating.

* Nooooo. Don’t cuddle Hunter. Cuddle Fitz!

* Ughhh. And now there’s this Nora girl already seeming possessive of Fitzy just because he was looking at Summer? 😩

* Gross. I don’t like this Professor Erik Laurie. He’s skeezy af. And Nora bore witness to their conversation. She’s gonna flip it and make it seem like Summer is trying to seduce their professor. Bitch.

* Oh man, Summer and Fitzy finally having it out tugged at the heartstrings. I just wanted these two together so bad.

* And this is why I don’t like Hunter. He can happily kiss another girl during Spin the Bottle, but god forbid Summer kiss a dude that isn’t him. Fuck this guy.

* Ohhhh, they’re friendly-ish now. He’s gonna help her study and she’s gonna let him sketch her for his game!

* Ugghhh. I hate that Hunter is into Summer and now wants to ask her out. He’s gonna ruin the whole dynamic when she says no and realizes she’s into Fitzy.

* Summer, nooooo.

* I don’t like this love triangle bullshit. I hope Hunter does something horrendous, like cheat, for Summer to break things off with him. Then again, she’s not wrong about Fitzy not being clear about what he wants.

* Goddamn, Summer. You really blew Fitzy in the locker room when you still have a date with him teammate?! Not cool.

* And Fitzy, you dick. I can’t believe you bailed on that talk.

* I fucking hate this assistant Dean or whatever he is. Summer told you a professor made her uncomfortable and you blame her!? Fuck you. I hope you get fired.

* Fuckkk. She went on the date with Hunter, only to basically tell him she wants Fitzy. A sense a fight coming 👀

* Hunter’s handling this like a pussy.

* Fuck that drunk tech dude. I’m so glad he showed his true colors and Fitzy didn’t go work for him.

* Dean walked in on them. Omg 😆

* The professor is a fucktard!

* Omg. That text dude called and apologized to Fitzy! Where’s Sunmer’s apology, asshole?!

* Oohhh. Fitzy is gonna walk in her fashion show 😏

* The professor really tried to rape Nora?! wtf! I’m so glad Summer was there.

* Wait, what. The end? That was kind of… abrupt.

[wooyuwu]

Sweet

A/N: Ahh this is my first au! I’m sorry if this doesn’t flow very well >< I'm not the most skilled writer, but I have so many ideas for different stories that I wanna put out, and this is one I’ve had in my mind for a while! I actually began this back in December but forgot about it and never finished it until now sksksj. I hope you enjoy!! Expect more and better from me~♡

Pairing: San x fem reader

Genre: fluff, college au

Words: roughly 2.3k

The end of the semester was rough. Students were crazy busy finishing their heavy workload and final exams were just stressing everyone out, including you. But school is finally out now, and the holiday season has just begun. Your friends who were planning on visiting their families have already left campus, but the rest were still here. As were all of San’s friends, who have their families in town. In actuality, many students remained on campus due to that same reason, and to say that there were at least two parties thrown every week now was not an exaggeration.

It’s just a few days before the new year, and tonight Wooyoung is throwing a mega “after Christmas, pre-new year party extravaganza”, which was open to all. You weren’t huge on this kind of party, as the abundance of people in a small space usually made you feel anxious, but your friends begged you to go. "I agree, the party sounds hella lame; I mean, who names their party that?! But please go, _____!! I bet you it’s gonna be lit!“ is what your roommate, Leah, had told you, along with a wink. The name did make it sound like a high school dance thing, but Wooyoung for sure throws some of the best parties on campus, so you decided you might as well go.

You and Leah are currently squished in your other good friend, Mina’s, dorm restroom with 2 other girls, Irene and Yoojung, who along with you, are getting ready for tonight’s party. You opted to wear a short, black denim skirt that is covered with small rhinestones on the front with a tight black tank, along with your favorite black ankle-high boots and a choker to match. Leah is behind you, curling the ends of your hair as you are applying the final touches to your makeup.

"Should I go for red lip-tint or hot pink lipstick?”, you ask aloud to no one in particular.

“Hot pink, it’ll give you more of a pop” answers one of the girls, and hums of agreement follow. Hot pink it is.

“Hey, wait, what time does the party start?” Yoojung asks.

“Um like 11? 11:30? I’m not really sure” answers Leah.

“I can text San and ask” you say.

“Okay, thanks, ____”, Yoojung smiles, and you mutter out an ‘of course’ as you squeeze your way out of the restroom and head over towards the bedstand, where you left your phone to charge. You unlock it and press the messages icon to text your boyfriend.

You: Hey baby, at what time does Woo’s party start again?

Sanie ♡: 11:30. You’re coming, right?

You: Ok thank you~ and yup!!

Sanie ♡: See you soon then, my love 😘

You smile at the cheesy emoji and lock your phone, setting it back down.

“It starts at 11:30!” you yell out.

“And what time is it now??” Irene asks.

You check your phone and eyes go wide, “ it’s 11:18!” you reply.

“SHIT THEN WE GOTTA GO” Leah blurts, rushing out of the restroom to slip on her heels, followed by Irene and Yoojung.

“Is San going to pick you up?” suddenly asks Mina.

“Ah, no. I’m meeting him over there,”

“Okay, cool, let’s go then!” she replies, and you all rush out of the small dorm.

Entering the door of the house, you feel the floor rumble from the blasting music and people dancing. You look around and face Leah,

“Hey! Imma try to find the drinks,” you yell over the music.

“I’ll come with you!” she replies, and you nod, turning back around and start making your way towards the kitchen.

Accidentally bumping into various unfamiliar faces, you finally arrive at your destination, and your eyes go wide at the selection.

“What the fuckkk they went all out!” Leah laughs, eyeing all the different types of alcohol that cover the entirety of the kitchen.

“I don’t know what to get...,” you say before someone gets ahold of your shoulders and lightly shakes you.

“_____!! You made it~” you hear a male exclaim behind you. You immediately turn around are met with Yunho’s smiling face.

“Yunho!! Yeah!” you smile back, excited to see your friend.

“Having trouble choosing?”

“Actually, I am..” you giggle, “any recommendations?”

“Try my punch!! I made it with Mingi!” Yunho replies as he grabs your wrist and drags you towards the huge punch bowl in the corner of the kitchen. You watch him as he pours you a cup, and smile when he hands it to you.

“Here,” he says, “tell me what you think.” and sends you a wink. You take a sip and your eyes squeeze shut at the sudden taste of overly-sweet alcohol.

“It’s…strong..” you laugh, “but I like it."

Yunho smiles wide and gives you a high five, laughing, clearly proud of his concoction.

"What’d you put in it?” you ask, and Yunho sends you a mischievous smile. “Secret,” he says, and you nod.

“Hey, Yunho, where are the other guys?” you ask, referring to your boyfriend and his 6 other friends, whom you’ve all grown particularly close to.

He looks around and waves his hand towards the main room full with people dancing, “somewhere in there, probably.”

“I figured,” you laugh, “Sanie too?”

“I think so. He was looking for you, actually.”

You smile hearing that, and Yunho continues,

“Follow me! Let's go see if he’s in there." and he takes hold of your wrist again, pulling you behind him as he squeezes between people crowding the kitchen.

"Leah!” you scream out to your friend, who was pouring herself a drink, “we’re gonna go look for San!”

She smiles and sends you a thumbs up before bringing her attention back to her drink, and with Yunho, you exit the kitchen.

The main room is crazy filled with people, and you begin to feel a bit anxious just being there for a few seconds. People are dancing to the beat of the music blasting through the speakers, and just about everyone you bump into is sweaty and slightly drunk. You take another sip of the mysterious punch and continue following behind your friend.

Yunho stops in his tracks and faces you, “Hey! I found him!” he yells to you.

“Where is he?”

Yunho turns his head and points in the direction of the back of the room, to the large, glass-paned windows.

“Outside! With Wooyoung and Seonghwa-hyung.”

You try your hardest to peer over the people surrounding you, and as your eyes find the windows you immediately see your boyfriend standing outside, just like Yunho said. He is wearing black ripped jeans with a red button up shirt that you love on him oh, so very much. You let Yunho know you spotted him, and he continues to lead the way outside, once again pushing through the dancing bodies.

You finally reach the door that separates the backyard from inside, and Yunho opens it, allowing you to walk through first, and then closes it behind you. When you left the dorm 45 minutes ago, you felt fine, but being inside the stuffy house for as little as 20 minutes was enough for the outside air to now feel chilly, giving you goosebumps.

San, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa are all standing near the pool, holding red solo cups and talking to each other. ‘It seems like they are enjoying themselves tonight’ you guess by their smiles and Wooyoung’s bright laughter filling the cold air.

“Yoyo!! Guess who’s heereee~” Yunho yells out to the three boys as you two approach them.

They all turn their gaze towards you two and you smile brightly,

“Hey guys~”

“_____!! You made it!”, Wooyoung exclaims, and you laugh in response. San, instead, smiles instantly once he sees you, and in the meantime of you greeting Wooyoung and Seonghwa, he admires you with bright eyes.

“We thought you wouldn’t come” teases Seonghwa, only half-serious.

You let out a small laugh and reply by saying “Wouldn’t miss it for anything else,” and then turn to your favorite boy, San.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, gingerly pressing a kiss to your hair. He looks down at you and gives you a sweet smile.

“Hey, baby.”

You blush at his pet name for you and smile back up at him.

“Hi, Sanie.”

“You look so pretty..” San says as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. Suddenly, behind you, Yunho makes a gagging sound and Wooyoung bursts out laughing, doubling over.

“Get a room, you two!” Yunho teases.

“Don’t be a cockblock, dude”, replies Wooyoung, hitting Yunho on the arm. You start laughing, too, watching the scene in front of you.

“Yeah, go get your girl and listen to Wooyoung.” you counter back, and San let’s go of your waist. He instead reaches down and laces his fingers with yours,

“Alright,” he says to his friend, “let’s go find one, _____,” and he pulls you along with him.

“Wait, no I was jokin—” starts Yunho, before he’s cut off by Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s snickering.

You and San reach the door, and he grabs ahold of the doorknob to turn it. “Byeee~” he replies, and then closes the door behind you two, leaving his three friends outside.

The loud music surrounds you and San, and he looks around before pulling you towards one of the many hallways of the house. This one he leads you in is overall empty, only occupied by couples locked inside the rooms that lined it. You two walk deeper into it, secluding yourselves from the party. You lean your back against the wall and San stands in front of you.

“Did you dance yet?” he asks you, resting his hands on your waist.

“Nope,” you reply, “Yunho found me as soon as I got here and led me to you.”

He lets out a short hum, processing your words.

“Do you wanna?”

“Not really.. Do you?”, and ask back, and his lips curl up slightly.

“No, I’d rather be here with you like this,” he replies, causing a slight blush to dust your cheeks. You bring your drink up to your lips in an attempt to hide the shy smile forming on your face.

“What’s that?” San asks you while nodding his head towards your cup, watching you take a sip.

“Dunno,” you reply, “Yunho and Mingi made it.”

He scrunches his nose at your response and frowns, “Ew, don’t drink that.”

“Why?” you ask back, amused at your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Because who knows what the hell they put in there. A little bit of everything, probably.”

“It tastes like it.”

He lets out a short laugh and shakes his head, throwing you a few tsk tsk tsks,

“That’s red flag number two. Don’t you know this?” he teases, taking ahold of your cup and putting it down on the floor.

“What do you mean?” you laugh, curious to what he’s referring to.

“Do you not remember the last time you drank some weird shit they made? You were gone after one cup! I took care of you all night.” he says, and you knit your eyebrows together in confusion, earning an incredulous look from him. For Halloween this year Hongjoong threw a party, and of course, Yunho and Mingi offered to take charge of the drinks. Along with the array of liqour they collected for the party, they made a huge batch of their infamous punch, and you, innocent, little you, courageously tried it, unaware of it’s strength.

One cup was enough to get you shitfaced, and San looked after you all night. He was worried sick, afraid of you getting hurt and just wanting to sober you up, knowing you’d feel the aftereffects of the alcohol the morning to come. The fact that you don’t remember any of this happening just further proves his point that Yunho and Mingi’s concoctions shouldn’t be consumed, especially by you, his baby.

“Now I can’t kiss you,” he says, feigning a pout.

“Because you’ll taste the punch on my lips?”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, lightly brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

“That’s unfair,” you murmur, pouting back at him.

San stares at you with soft eyes, his face just inches from yours. You slide your now free hands up to his chest, looking back at him, feeling your heartbeat pick up its pace. He brings his right hand up to delicately cup your cheek and his eyes flicker down to your lips. Pretty, he thinks, appreciating how the pink shade you opted to wear compliments your skin tone.

“Maybe I’ll let it slide just this once”, he smirks and leans in, gingerly pressing his lips against yours.

His lips feel so warm, causing you to smile into the kiss, having missed the feeling of his soft lips against your own. As San molds your lips perfectly, you move your hand up to his nape and pull him closer to you. San in response wraps his left arm around your waist, right hand still cupping your cheek softly. He moves his lips against yours so slowly, kissing you so delicately and full of affection, causing butterflies to swarm your stomach. When he pulls back to draw in a few breaths, he rests his forehead against yours, and stares at you with twinkling eyes and a small smile,

“I could kiss you forever,” he whispers, lips still hovering yours. “I want to...” he trails off, and you pull him back in for another sweet kiss.

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whoa i wrote a fic again

crAZY ((sorry i was sick for like two months and then i moved but now im hopefully writing again))

AYWAY: Kiribaku fic

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18345518

what do you mean

Sum:  Kirishima thinks Bakugou has a girlfriend. Bakugou just wants Kirishima to act like he usually does. Will they ever understand what they mean to each other? ((yes. They will.))

tags:  Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Movie Nights, Jealous Kirishima Eijirou, Misunderstandings, solved almost immediately, No Angst, straight fluff, Fluff, jirou and bakugou are bffs, im so tired, Not Beta Read, One Shot

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They settled into watching some super old horror. The film was in black and white and from before quirks appeared, but it was bloody and entertaining enough.

Kaminari and Sero sat cuddled up on Sero’s hammock, Ashido rested in a bean bag chair next to the them that she had brought up from her own dorm. Jirou sat on the floor, her back resting against the bean bag. Kirishima and Bakugou shared Sero’s bed, their backs both against the wall and their feet hanging off the side in from of them.

They were twenty minutes into the film and every time Bakugou happened to brush against Kirishima, Kiri would shift further away from him. It was driving Bakugou insane. Kirishima was always throwing an arm around him and pulling him closer, what the fuck did he do? He had been distant all week.

Sunday night he had been tutoring the gaggle of idiots he spends his time with, minus the red head who had been visiting his moms that weekend. Sero and Kaminari left early to binge some anime together, leaving just him and Ashido. Ashido jumped into gossiping, which gathered the attention of Jirou, Hagakure and Uraraka, and soon Bakugou found himself surrounded by them at the once productive table in the common room.

That’s how Kirishima found him when he walked into the dorms with his over night bag over his shoulder.

“Kiri! Welcome back!” Ashido called out to him. Kirishima had smiled and sauntered over.

“Hey, Mina!” He smiled and bent down to hug her. Turning as he stood, he made eye contact with Bakugou and rose an eyebrow at him. “So, what’s going on here?”

“Bakubabe was giving us some hot goss!” Ashido rested her chin in her palm as she smiled.

“I fucking told you not to call me that, raccoon eyes,” Bakugou bristled, his chin tucked to his chest to avoid Kirishima’s gaze.

“And I told you not to call me raccoon eyes, bakulicious.”

“bakulicious” Uraraka snorted under her breath.

Bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes but said nothing else, he was tired and Kirishima was back. The rest of this night no longer mattered.

“Kiri, how are your moms?” he asked instead, partly out of curiosity, partly to draw the attention away from him.

Kirishima lit up, “oh! They’re great! You should come back with me next time, they asked about you!”

“Oooooo,” Hakagure cooed, “you guys know each other’s parents? Just how close are you?”

Bakugou again rolled his eyes and Kirishima just smiled.

“Wait, have I been so focused on the budding romance of Uraraka and Midoryia-“

“W-What!” Uraraka interrupted with a blush.

“-that I’ve been missing out on the one blossoming right before my eyes?” Ashido continued as if Uraraka said nothing. Bakugou groaned and rested his forehead against the table, figured she would say something completely idiotic.

“Hm, I could see it happening,” Jirou mused. Fuck, he forgot she was there. He lifted his head and found her staring at him with a menacing grin. Fuckkk, he never should have told her anything.

“Right?!” Hakagure gushed, “you guys would be so cute together!”

“Aw, c’mon, guys, stop. We’re just good friends,” Kirishima spoke up for them, hand awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Bakushima… no, wait, Kiribaku… no, wait, maybe-“

“What the fuck are you doing, Ashido?” Bakugou interrupted her musing.

“I’m trying to make a cute couple name for you two!” She grinned, “like dekuraka! For Midoryia and Uraraka!”

That seemed to KO Urauraka, who slammed her hands down on her face and floated away while bright red.

“Don’t fucking bother! That’s dumb as shit,” He grumbled, sinking into his chair. He felt Jirou’s eyes on him still and he hated the feeling.

“C’mon, it’s kind of cute,” Jirou twirled one of her ear jacks with a smirk. “Admit it, Katsuki.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Kyouka,” he snarled. How dare she taunt him. How dare she use his first name to do it.

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna go to bed,” Kirishima coughed awkwardly, gaining all of their attentions.

“Me too,” Bakugou jumped up and followed him towards the elevator.

“Good night, guys!” Kirishima called with a wave. The girls jeered after them and Bakugou flipped them off until the elevator doors closed behind them.

They stood in silence for a while but Bakugou didn’t feel uncomfortable, he was glad to finally have a moment away from the idiotic giggles of Ashido and Hakagure and the knowing stare of Jirou.

“So uh, Kyouka, huh?” Bakugou furrowed his eye brows, what did that mean?

“…What?” He glanced at Kirishima with a blank expression.

“Nothing, I just… Uh, never mind,” Kirishima backtracked and the elevator opened. “Well, good night, dude!” He rushed over to his dorm.

“Hey, Kiri, wait!” But it was too late, Kirishima was already behind the door. Bakugou huffed and jammed his hands in his pockets, trailing his feet to his own dorm.

God damn it, how did he fuck up this time?

Kirishima had avoided him the rest of the week.

Bakugou had purposefully arrived at Sero’s dorm late for their movie night. Ashido, Sero, Kaminari, and Jirou, idiots that they were, had picked up on the tension between the two and had left the only empty space the one next to Kirishima.

It was his usual seat anyway.

But even with the ease of their usual routine, Kirishima was still doing his best to avoid him. He really couldn’t figure it out, he went over everything that happened over and over again in his mind. The teasing had been weird, sure, but he didn’t think it was enough to make Kirishima avoid him. Was he really that sensitive about their relationship? Was he disgusted by the idea of them as a couple? He had tried to stop the girls a couple times, but he hadn’t seemed angry… Awkward, but not so uncomfortable as to cut off their friendship.

He had asked about his trip home and Kirishima had seemed over joyed. He was terrible at faking so he knew it couldn’t have been anything from home that had upset him so much.

So, it was something he did.

Fuck, what did he do? How does he make up for something when he has no idea what went wrong?

He moved his legs to sit criss-cross and when his knee brushed Kirishima’s thigh, the other boy shifted until they were no longer touching.

And that, was the final straw. Bakugou, officially, was losing it.

“Kiri,” he whispered, leaning into Kirishima’s space just so he could be hear over the movie. “What the fuck- uh, I mean… fuck.” He took a deep breath to start again. He had to be calm, he was trying to apologize. “Are you upset with me or something?”

Kirishima started at him, wide eyed with an open jaw. “Wha… What, I mean, why do you say that?”

Bakugou wrung his sweaty hands together in a nervous gesture, “you’re not,” fuck he couldn’t say ‘you’re not trying to cuddle with me during the movie and I’ve tried to initiate it, but you keep pulling away and its making me sad and I don’t know why and I also don’t know why you won’t.’ He couldn’t say ‘you’ve been distant and avoiding me all week and I don’t know why and I’ve missed you.’ He couldn’t say what he was feeling and he couldn’t voice what about Kirishima he missed but damn, he had to say something.

“you’re not acting… like you usually are and I… I feel like I must have done something and I’m…sorry,” the last word he breathed out quieter than the rest. He only wanted Kirishima to hear, it was only for him.

“Oh,” Kiri’s face melted into a soft smile, “it’s fine, Bakugou, it’s me… I’m just, being,” he sighed and shook his head. “I’ll get over it.”

Bakugou grumbled at the answer. He purposefully brushed his leg against Kirishima and Kirishima moved away again.

What was he doing? Clearly Kirishima didn’t want to be near him. He bit his cheek in embarrassment and looked away.

He said it was nothing, he said it was just something he was working through, so then why was he still not acting like normal?

As far as Bakugou could see it, he had three options. 1: Leave this fuckfest of a mental headache and go the fuck to sleep. 2: Ignore Kirishima right back and just watch the movie. 3: Force Kirishima back to normal by taking on his role of the initiator for the night.

He bristled at his options.

He deiced he wasn’t a pussy and tomorrow was Saturday so if it went poorly he could just hide from this gaggle of idiots until it all blew over.

He slummed onto Kirishima’s side. He felt the redhead stiffen but he didn’t push him away. He didn’t look away from the movie and he didn’t move to wrap his arm around him. Usually, the idiot had his arm around Bakugou’s waist and was checking in on him every few minutes. Whispering what he thought about the movie and giving Bakugou a shoulder to sleep on when it got late and Bakugou passed out.

Angry, he gripped Kirishima’s arm and wrapped it around himself. Kirishima stared at him again with panicked eyes but Bakugou only frowned at him.

Kirishima stiffly looked from Bakugou to Jirou and back, “uh, I know that you… but won’t… I mean…” He sighed to steady himself, “Bakugou, if you want to… Then maybe you should sit with Jirou, I don’t mind moving.”

What? “Fucking what?”

“I just mean,” Kirishima bit is lip, “I don’t feel comfortable, like, hanging out the way we used to, now that you have a girlfriend.”

WHAT? Bakugou felt his hands shaking. His palms cackled with excess sweat he couldn’t control.

“Kirishima,” he tightened his grip around the red head’s now hardened arm, “I really need to talk to you. Now.” He pulled at Kirishima’s arm as he stood from the bed, forcing Kirishima to follow behind him as he excited the dorm.

“Hey, where are you guys going?” Kaminari called after them but Jirou and Ashido hushed him.

Bakugou pulled Kirishima down the stairs and pushed his way into the other boy’s dorm. Only once inside did he let go.

Kirishima cast his gaze to the floor and sat down on the edge of his bed. “So, what do you need to talk about?”

Bakugou huffed and sat next to him, “Kirishima, I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t know why the fuck you think that but I fucking don’t.”

“But,” Kirishima finally met his gaze, confused. “You and Jirou, you guys called each other…”

“Oh,” Bakugou ran a sweaty hand through his hair. That’s what this was about, “she just!” he breathed deep a couple times to calm himself down, he didn’t want to scream all this. “She was just taunting me. She was making fun of me because-“ he cut himself off, embarrassed.

He groaned and fell back against the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes. “Because I told her that I… liked you.”

“You liked me?” He could hear the confusion in the red head’s voice.

“Like, I like you, Kirishima.”

“Oh,” he whispered back then again, a few minutes later, “oh.”

He felt the bed shift and moved his arm to see Kirishima adjusting himself to lean over him. He watched with what he hoped were expressionless eyes, but he still felt his ears get hot.

“You like me,” Kirishima repeated, breath fanning across Bakugou’s face. He felt like if Kirishima had a tail he would be wagging it with the way he was grinning.

“Yes,” Bakugou murmured. His eyes watched Kirishima’s. He licked his lips quickly, suddenly feeling so dry, and watched as Kirishima’s eyes followed the movement.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Kirishima spoke, eyes drifting back up from Bakugou’s lips for a moment.

Bakugou reached up with his hands to grip at Kirishima’s shirt where it hung lose against him. He closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply to calm his nerves. On the outtake of his breath, he adjusted his neck slightly to get more comfortable. He opened his eyes and found Kirishima’ red eyes watching him closely. His smile was replaced with a fond expression Bakugou was embarrassed to find he liked.

Flushing red, he leaned up and brushed his nose against the bottom of Kirishima’s jaw and whispered: “okay.”

Wasting now time, Kirishima turned his head and crashed his lips to his. He kissed hard as if he was trying to convince himself this wasn’t a dream by adding pain to the kiss.

Bakugou didn’t try to soften it, he met Kirishima’s hard kiss with his own. Their teeth smashed together, nose pressed uncomfortably to each other’s faces. They broke apart and rejoined over and over. Bakugou’s hands drifted from where they fisted at Kirishima’s stomach to wrapping around Kirishima’s neck. He used this leverage to pull himself closer, press harder. Kirishima smiled against his lips, pulling away to plant light kisses all around his face. He left one arm to the side of Bakugou’s head to support himself, the other gripped at Bakugou’s hip. Calloused thumb rubbed small circles into his skin, his hand gripped him tight and pulled him ever closer. Their lips found each other’s again. Kirishima opened his mouth and when Bakugou felt his tongue on his lips he broke away.

Panting, he smiled. Tucking his face into Kirishima’s chest.

“You like me too, then?” he asked.

Kirishima laughed and he could feel the vibrations of it all around him, “I do. So, so much.”

[jaylovesfrance77]

Sooo whose my date?

Tate x female and James March x female

Summary: tate and his girlfriend go to a hotel with a lot of murders under its belt. On Halloween. They dress like they're from the roaring 20s . As shes looking for Tate. She thinks she finds him. And they have fun. But what happens when Tate shows back up.

It was the day before Halloween. Tate and his girlfriend had skipped out of school and rented a room on a hotel to just spend time together away from everyone else for a while.

"Babe you look so good in this bed. " he says as she gets up

"Stop trying to get me to stay in bed all day and cuddle tate." She says as she moves to sit next to him.

"No cuddles? Fine. " he says as he grabs her and pulls her into his lap.

"How abouuuttttttttttt.. we fuck?" He asks as he removes her shirt. She sighs loudly

"Damn you tate." She says as she gets on his lap he already didn't have anything on his bottom half.

"Weve already fucked a couple of times already. " she says as he starts moving her underwear to the side. He was already hard. She grabbed his dick and aligned him and sunk down onto his dick. She let out a sigh as she slowly went down. Tate wasn't gonna wait he grabbed her waist and pulled her down as he bucked his hips up. She squeaked and Tate smiled wide.

"I love it when you squeak ."

"Your dick is big. Give me a break." She says as she moves her hips grinding going up and down. She let's out a shaky breathe as Tate plays with her tits.he pulled her down by her tits. He buries his face in her neck. Grabbing her ass and racking his dull nails all up and down her back.

"I love seeing how you come on my dick babe." He growls out

She moans as he grabs one of her nipples and pulls her insides squeezing Tate tight

"God damnit... you are fucking amazing." He reaches down between there bodies and starts to rub her clit as he stills inside of her. They both sigh as Tate comes inside her. They stay like that till Tate goes soft and slips out.

"... you know I love you righttt." Tate chuckles

"Yes I know Tate. I love you too." She giggles out. Tate grabs her and starts to cuddle her

"Babbbee I gotta clean up. We don't wanna sleep on cum."

"Simple solution." He says as he sticks his hand down her panties and slowly collects his cum and shoves it back into her she let's out a squeak .

"You are so lucky I'm on the pill."

"I know that's why I like coming inside." He says as he kisses her again.

"Okay we gotta finish up the costumes babe." As she stands up and sighs

"I gotta shower tho so like one sec."

She runs and takes a quick shower coming back to see a relaxed Tate still completely naked.

"Its gonna be nice to live together huh. " he asks as she puts on one of tates shirts she found on the ground .

"Yeah. I can't wait babe. " she clapped her hands together and grabs two bags and pulled out the outfits. And some black spray paint

"What's the spray paint for babe? "

"Your hair babe ! I think you'd look fine as hell with black hair." She pulled out a very nice suit and a fake mustache. And a teal flapper dress with a matching boa

"My hair is already short and I know how to style it. I'm very excited!" She says as she throws the outfit on a counter and jumping back into the bed cuddling with Tate as he wrapped both of them in the blanket and they just start talking as she pet his blonde hair. They talk about how much they hated school.

"I swear sometimes I just wanna like ... shoot up the school and kill everyone. Make them fucking pay." She made him look her in the eyes

"Hey? Hey . Look I know I hate them too but that is not the way to go. If you shoot up the school do you think we would be able to live together? Don't you love me?"

"I do. I love you. I would die without you. Your my everything. "

"So just think of me babe.okay? You don't need to think of anything. Just me." She sees him shake as he holds her

"Your all I have. All I want is your love. "

"You have that babe." She whispered as he buried his face into her neck.

They end up cuddling and watching TV all night eating chips and cookies they had booze and some smokes but that was for Halloween night.

They woke up late in the after noon and they got ready.

The suit was a perfect fit. And so was just dress. She did her make up.

"Imma go and get some food you try and get that spray paint on your hair babe. " she gives him a kiss on the cheek. And goes to the liquor store to buy some more chips and also some weed to just chill. It was dark by the time she got back to the hotel she went to the room. No one was in the room she just thought that he ain't too explore the hotel. She fixed up her make up and walked out of the hotel room. She won't too the bar she asked for a water and the lady complied looking at her she asked

"You alive ?"

"Yes? What kind of question Is that?" She asked

"Oh nothing you look very familiar is all." She just nodded as she stood up heading back towards the room but some grabs her arm

"Oh my dearest. Your back! Oh let me look at you. Just as beautiful as the day you walked out. " she thought that Tate sounded werid like he was actually from the 20s. She played along

"Why thank you mister. But you just saw me earlier today didn't ya?and isn't that suit a different one then what I have given you? " He smiled and hugged her . He held her hips and kissed the top of her head

"My dearest love how I missed you."

"Wanna show me how much you missed me? " she giggled out

"If this means coitus I will gladly oblige my dearest." She lead him to her room. Kissing him happily as soon as she closed the door he was all over her pushing her against the wall roughly kissing her neck

"Oh God Tate wanna be rough now do ya?"

"Dearest call me James or better yet Mr March." He hurriedly took her underwear off practically ripping them off she stripped her dress off and ripped her bra off. He threw her on the bed and opened her legs wide he said with a mad look in his eyes

"My dearest usually I would be more gentle but oh my dear I miss your sweet cunt wrapped around me. " He didn't give her a warning and shoved his whole cock into her and wrapped is hands around her throat roughly thrusting into her. Her eyes rolled back into her skull

"Ahh you might not be my dearest but good lord! Your just as tight as I remember. She was turning blue

" WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" They heard and in the door way was standing a blonde Tate

"Close the door boy and come and join me I remember she liked being shared. "As he continued to thrust he slapped her breast so hard that there was a bright red mark. She couldn't talk her eyes still rolled up.

"Fuck please moree... " she said

"Well you heard the girl. Come and join us. " he slipped out of her only to turn her around and said my dear if I do remember you loved to be sodomized." He rubbed the tip into her ass. And slowly slid in. She wasn't having it and pushed back and she screamed

"HOLY SHIT." He laughed as he grabbed her hair and almost angrily started to thrust

"This young Lad is my replacement now Is he? I wonder if you'd like this. Come here boy. You need to see what she likes.

" what?" Tate asked she was drooling by now hard slapping and bruising thrust into her ass . Her make up was ruined running down her face. And Tate couldn't help himself he slipped off his pants and put his dick in front of her face James pulled her face up and said

"Dearest will you service this lad? And be good or you won't get to cum. " James said

She lifts her eyes up as she takes Tate in her mouth . Her eyes glossy and far away just like Tate likes to see when he fucks her.

"Oh your a dirty fucking whore ain't ya babe. That's right open up that dirty fucking mouth. " Tate growled out as he thrusts into her mouth.

"That's the spirt boy! She is a dirty little vixen." He says as he slaps her ass. Making her back arch.

Tate pulled out of her mouth her face ruined with spit and tears

"Doppler ganger dude. Pull her up." She was pulled up. And was sandwiched between them and Tate shoved is cock into her. She just couldn't speak as they just sat there

"Fuckkk... wanaa... wanna...cum..please" she says as she tried to bounce on there dicks desperate for friction

"Say it nicely" the boys say

"Please.. please Mr. March... please Tate please wanna cum wanna be full of cum. Wanna cum please." She says and they look at each other as the start to thrust

"What do you say dude? Wanna make her cum?"

"I do believe she's earn it." He says as he reaches around and plays with her clit. She starts trying to get off the feeling was to much.

"No no no. You stay HERE." James says as he thrusts up even harder. Tate comes in her and kisses her.

And she cums as she cums she feels a blade at her neck and it slides across slitting her throat. And Tate just stares. Shell shocked as he sits there and James licks his knife

"Dearest you escaped once. You will start with me and Devils night has just begun."

[lindseyluvsdrag]

Knocked Up Ch. 7

In case you missed it: Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Covered by the shade of her massive umbrella, Violet had fallen asleep on her beach towel while Raven tanned and Naomi built sand castles.

Raven’s phone began to ring. “Who the hell is calling me while I’m on vacation?” she groaned. The woman blindly reached for the device and answered. “Hello?”

“Raven, it’s Sutan. But you probably already knew that,” he laughed. “Is Violet with you?”

The woman sat up. “Umm…um,” she grumbled as she fetched for a response. She knew that the man had been upset with her friend so she treaded lightly in attempt to find out what he wanted. “No, she’s not with me. Why?”

“She’s not answering her phone.”

Raven glanced at the snoring woman and pursed her lips. “Maybe she’s back at the villa showering or something. I don’t know, I’m not with her. I’m out getting…ass.” The woman palmed her face, regretting how terrible she was under pressure.

“Oh! I’m so sorry for interrupting! I just have a message for Violet. Tell her that I know about the pregnancy and w-” the man was cut off when Raven frantically hung up. “Oh my God!”

Violet was startled awake. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Sutan knows you’re pregnant.”

The woman sat up. “Shut up! How? Did one of you tell him?”

“Of course not! We’d never,” her friends said collectively​.

“Nobody knows but you guys, my mom and Matthew. My mom has no reason to contact him and Matthew… just no. He has no ties to the fashion world.”

“Do you think he saw your stomach?” Naomi asked.

“No, because I only look pregnant while I’m naked. With clothes on, it just looks like I have gas. Ughh, this is so bad. What else did he say?”

“I don’t know, I hung up on him.”

“Rav!”

“I’m sorry, I freaked out! But all he said was that he knew.”

“This is so fucked up,” Violet groaned as she grabbed her phone​.

—

Matt followed Jake’s every move with the Swifter and a Clorox wipe.

“Dude, name brand water tastes the same as tap water! You should tell her that so she stops wasting money.”

“She buys water bottles and then ‘re-purifies’ theme before she drinks it,” the man said as he swept. “It’s pretty impressive.”

“More like psychotic! What’s happening to you, bro?! The old you would’ve laughed at her and kept it moving, probably even made a comic about it. But now you’re in a pink apron sweeping up non-existent dust.”

“I’m just trying to make sure this place stays spotless. Violet likes things a certain way and I don’t want her to be upset.”

“'Violet this’ and ‘Violet that’, God where are your balls?”

Matt rolled his eyes. “It’s called being respectful. Since you don’t know what that means, that’s why nobody likes you.”

“People like me! Who doesn’t like me?”

“People behind you in traffic, people who have to go into the bathroom after you, and oh, your siblings.”

“Hey, those assholes don’t count. They’re just mad because I inherited the house and they got money that they blew through in a week. They wanted me to sell the house and split the money but fuck no. We wouldn’t have The Lair.”

“Fair enough. Well, Stacey Matthews doesn’t like you.”

“Oh my God, that was high school! And she was just mad because of my premature ejaculation.”

Matt cackled.

“Heyy, big girls suck dick like they’re eating an egg roll. I just couldn’t last that long and came in her eye. She never forgave me.”

“I wouldn’t either!” he laughed breathlessly.

“Oh damn, I guess people really don’t like me.”

“Well, I like you and that’s all that matters.” The friends shared their secret handshake just as Matt’s phone began to ring. “Oh my God, it’s Violet. Stay quiet.”

Jake scoffed so Matt punched the man’s arm as he sprinted out of the room prior to answering. “Hey, Violet,” he greeted, voice full of excitement.

“Matthew.”

Based on her tone, Matt knew that he was in trouble. He gulped. “Yes?”

“Do you know anything about Sutan finding out about my pregnancy? I know you probably don’t, but I have to follow all of my leads.”

“He didn’t know? Was your pregnancy supposed to be a secret?”

“No but after I puked all over fashion week, I didn’t want to be seen as a liability. Why? What did you do?”

“Sutan was being an absolute dick to you so I gave him an anonymous call and-”

“You what?! What did you say?!”

“I essentially told him to fuck off for treating you like shit.”

“But why?! That has nothing to do with you!”

“I was trying to defend you!”

“I didn’t need you to defend me!” she exploded. Matt could just imagine the vein that was probably popping out of her neck at this point. “You aren't​ my man, you aren’t my boyfriend, you’re nothing but someone who lingers around, poking their nose in other people’s business! My job was already on the fucking line and now you’ve ruined it!”

“Violet-”

“I’m fucking speaking, Matthew! Do not interrupt!”

The man pursed his lips.

“Have you even found a job?!”

“I’m trying! Literally nobody has called back.”

“So instead of calling my fucking job, you need to be trying to find one of your own! You’ve had more than enough time to find a fucking job and at this point I’m so fucking sick of you! By the time I get back, I want you out of my house!”

“Violet, come on. I’m trying so hard and you know that. You’re just hormonal right now. I’m sorry for calling Sutan but I really think you’re overreacting.”

“Hormonal?! Overreacting?! This is my job you motherfucking asshole! This is my life! I know you don’t have one but I do! Like- fuck you, Matthew!”

“Vi, call down,” Naomi said in the background.

“No, fuck him! Matthew, get the fuck out of my house! You have twenty-four hours to get out or I’m calling the cops!”

There was a loud crash that rang out from the kitchen.

“What the fuck was thattt?!” the woman screeched.

By the way she was screaming, Matt knew that the woman wouldn’t have a voice the next morning. “Um, nothing. I think a wreck happened down on the street.”

“Whoops!” Jake shouted. “Was that gold rimmed saucer expensive?!”

“What…the…fuck, Matthew. Ar-Ar-Are there people in m-m-my house?”

“Um..”

The woman began to hyperventilate and Naomi quickly grabbed the phone. “Matthew, I’m calling the police,” she said before hanging up.

Matt attempted to call the woman back but was sent straight to voicemail. “Fuck!”

“So is that a yes to the gold rimmed saucer being expensive?!”

The man stormed back into the room. “Dude! Violet heard you and now she’s freaking out!”

“Well, my bad. I was trying to grab a plate and the shit fell. I’m sorry, bro.”

“Well, she’s threatening to call the cops so we have to leave.”

“Pfft, women always threaten to call the cops and they never do. They bluff.”

“Wait… you’ve had the threat of the cops being called on you more than once?”

He scoffed. “Absolutely! 'Jake, give me my panties or I’ll call the cops’,” he mocked in a feminine voice. “'Jake, where is my parakeet? If you don’t give him back, I’ll call the copssss.’ 'Jakeee, get out of my bushes or I’m calling the cops’. Blah, blah, blah.”

Matt stared at his friend through a confused yet judgemental glare. He shook his head. “We need to get out of here.”

“Okay,” Jake said as he began to cram snacks into his pockets.

Five minutes into their hustle to pack, a booming voice sounded from inside of the apartment. “Hello?!”

“Fuck,” Jake whispered. “Let’s go out the window.”

“We’re on the fifth floor!” Matt hissed back.

“Does she not have a fire escape?”

“I think it’s in her bedroom.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”

“If there’s anyone here, come out now or you’ll get your fucking head smashed in!”

“Oh my God, what kind of psycho cops are these?!” Jake panicked.

“I don’t know. Let’s just do what he says.” Matt placed​ his suitcase on the floor a raised both of his hands​. “Alright we’re coming out!”

He slowly eased out of bedroom and down the hall until he reached the living room where two men and a woman in street clothes stood with scowls plastered on their faces. With alabaster skin and the same tawny brown eyes, the dark haired man was clearly some kin to Violet. The woman with golden brown waves was less obvious with her blue eyes and tan skin, but her facial features resembled Violet’s. And the second man of Kenyan descent seemed to be there for support.

“Which one of you is Matthew?” the pale man demanded.

Matt gulped before clearing his throat. “That’d be me.”

The man followed the identification with a punch directly to Matt’s face that sent him flying to the floor. Jake instantly jumped to his defense but was blocked and punched in the stomach by the Kenyan man.

“What’d you do to my little sister?!” he shouted.

Matt groaned as it all clicked together. These were the Violet’s siblings. “Oh, you must be Aster,” he said as he wiped the blood from his nose and pushed himself off of the floor. “And you’re Rose and you’re her husband, Chris. Listen, I’ve heard a lot about all of you-”

“We’ve heard a lot about you too, you fucking snake! Violet called me in tears telling me to call the cops because her homeless 'baby daddy’ and his hobo friends were destroying her apartment. She’s literally distraught and boarding her plane as we speak to come home.”

“She didn’t even get to enjoy her vacation for a full twenty-four hours before this happened,” Rose snarled. “And this is not how I wanted to find out about my baby sister’s pregnancy!”

“I definitely didn’t want to meet you guys this way. I deserved that punch in the face but I swear I’m not intentionally trying to hurt your sister. If you guys would just give me a chance-”

“This is your chance to get the fuck out before you get your ass beat!” Aster interjected.

“Alright, just let me get my stuff.”

“No, you need to leave right now,” he said as he opened the door.

“No,” Matt retorted. “I need to get my clothes and the copy of my kid’s ultrasound.” He turned on his heel and Aster yanked him up from behind. “Dude, I’ll leave, just let me get my fucking ultrasound!”

The two of them began to scramble while Jake attempted​ to help his friend, but Chris, who had at least thirty more pounds of muscle than the man, easily made mincemeat out of him.

“Get off of me!” Matt shouted as he continued to struggle with Aster, knocking over a lamp and a glass side table that held a porcelain vase full of fresh flowers and candles in the process.

When the police finally arrived moments later, they​ burst into Violet’s home with their muddy boots and quickly broke up the fight.

“I’m the one who called you,” Aster breathlessly informed. “This bum is trespassing!”

“Who’s house is this?” they asked.

“My sister’s. She’s on vacation right now but she called me and said that she doesn’t want him in her house.”

“Ahh, okay. And for the report, what’s your name?”

“Aster Chachki.”

“And yours?”

“Matthew Lent. Listen, I’m more than willing to leave. I was actually on my way out before he attacked me!”

“Lower your voice, Sir,” the officer hissed.

“Oh my God,” the bloodied, frustrated man groaned.

“Matthew Lent from 605 E Moonside Ave in Los Angeles California?” the other cop asked.

He nodded as he wiped his bloody nose again.

“Okay. Go ahead and turn around and put your hands behind your back for me.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“You have a warrant for your arrest stemming from 2007,” he informed as he practically snatched Matt’s arm, twisting it behind his back.

“Ow! What the hell are you talking about?! What warrant?!”

“Possession and a bench. You never went to court.”

The man’s face fell as he recalled what the man was talking about. “Okay, but wait! I was eighteen and-”

“Save it for the judge,” the officer snapped as he clanked the cuffs onto the man’s wrists.

“Alright, I’ll leave, just please let me get my ultrasound photo.”

“Let’s go,” the man said as he shoved Matt towards the door.

“I won’t be able to come back and get it later! It’s a fucking picture of my kid, please!”

“Go! If you keep resisting, I’ll have to taze you!”

“Matt, chill bro!” Jake pleaded. “I’ll find the picture and hold onto it. I got you.”

The man nodded and was compliant as the officer guided him out of the building and into the back of his squad car.

—

When Violet made it home, the woman had to be carried to her bed and fanned by three people just to keep her from fainting when she saw the state of her apartment. On top of that, she had to deal with the news that Matt was now incarcerated.

“I’m having a baby by a criminalllll,” she wailed. “I-I-I can’t. What have I done with my life?!”

“Now we see why you hid this from us,” Rose said.

“I didn’t hide it, I just wasn’t ready to tell you guys yet.”

“Don’t hound her, Rose,” Aster defended. “No matter who the father is, our baby sister is having a baby herself and we need to support her.”

The woman pouted. “Aww, little Viiiii. Either way, they’ll be a perfect addition to our family.”

Everyone’s cheering made it a lot easier for Violet to breathe. “I’m going to need all of your support. Since my child won’t have a father, he’ll need a big, loving family.”

“We’re here, Vi,” Naomi said as she threw her arms around her best friend. “And even if you don’t want it, we’ll help you get this place cleaned up. And look on the bright side of having broken furniture: you get to go shopping for something new. Even stuff for the nursery!”

“That makes me so happyyyy,” she sniffled.

“Then let’s do it!”

—

Violet and her friends spent the remainder of their vacation time getting the woman’s apartment back to the heavenly state that she was used to. Her living room furniture was replaced and the guest room was cleared out to make room for the baby.

When it was time to return to work on Monday morning, the woman knew that showing up to bow out gracefully wasn’t an option. She wallowed in her bed with a jar of crunchy peanut butter. Using a pickle as a makeshift spoon, she scooped up the chunky spread and sighed as she ate.

“Do you prefer fashion victim or ensembly challenged?” she quoted as she watched Clueless. “So okay, I don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don’t get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair- eww!- and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we’re expected to swoon? I don’t think soooo,” the woman said just as her doorbell rang. She frowned because she didn’t want to get out of bed but then the curiosity​ took over.

Violet reluctantly​ climbed out of bed and pulled on her robe and slippers. When she made it to the door, the woman checked the peephole and gasped when she saw Sutan. “Oh God, oh God,” she exhaled as she smoothed her hair. The woman took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hi!” Sutan chirped. “You look fabulous! I literally need this robe on and nothing else.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I come in?”

“Umm…sure. But take your shoes off…please.”

“Ooo, functuay shit. I dig it,” Sutan said as he removed his Louboutins.

Violet bagged them and placed them on the floor in front of the closet; she had a feeling that the man wouldn’t be staying long. “Would you like to sit?”

“No, because I’m bursting with anticipation. Why didn’t you come into work today?”

“I thought I was fired,” she said quietly. “I mean, my psycho baby daddy called you and told you to fuck off for goodness sake.”

“Hold up. That was your baby daddy?”

She hesitantly nodded.

“Aww! Anyone who’d call someone and curse them out for me would be a total keeper. But that’s besides the point. First of all 'get the fuck out’ never crossed my lips therefore you weren’t fired. And secondly, why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant?! I thought you were just becoming​ a sloppy bitch…which you were, but there was a good reason for it!”

“Good?” she let out in disbelief.

“Yes! Do you have any idea how massive the pregnancy market is?! Pregnant women think that just because they have a baby bump they can’t be fashionable and it’s bullshit. Girly Magazine will become the frontrunner in showing what’s hot in maternity wear and you will lead the team.”

Violet could hardly wrap her mind around what the man was saying. “Huh?”

“I’m promoting you! You can have your office back and you can write about whatever you want, but I really want you to track how your fashion views change as you get further along in your pregnancy. We can even do a pregnancy spread to show women that baby bumps are the hottest new accessory.”

“Oh, my God! That’d be amazing, Sutan, thank you so much!”

He put his hands on his hips. “And you didn’t wanna tell me that you were pregnant. Gurl, you’d better thank your baby daddy!”

Violet’s face fell a little.

“Can I feel your belly?”

“Sure.”

The man placed his hand over the woman’s stomach and gasped. “How amazingggg. Do you know the gender?”

“Not yet. I find out in a few days.”

“What if you didn’t? Why not let it be a surprise?”

“Because I hate surprises.”

He laughed. “But that’s the fun in life!”

“But if it’s a boy and I start buying pink-”

“Fuck gender specific baby clothes!” Sutan declared. “Be fashion forward, darling.”

The woman thought about it. “I see what you’re saying.”

“Eee! So you’re letting the gender be a surprise?”

Violet nodded.

“Yaaaas! See, this is why you’re my favorite. Your ass better be at work tomorrow. Save me from those hoes you call friends as they lie to cover for you!”

She laughed.

“So, wait… you’re having a baby by a guy named Seymour Butts?”

“What? No. He- did he seriously pull a Bart Simpson?”

Sutan cackled. “That’s amazing.”

“He’s an idiot and I’m glad he’s out of the picture.”

“An independent, single pregnant woman?! That’s even better for the column! You better werk, bitch.”

The woman smiled. “I look forward to it.”

—

“I’m not looking forward to this,” Matt groaned, but the man was completely compliant as he was frisked and booked into the New York jail. Being a weed carrying delinquent who skipped out on his court dates​ had finally caught up to him. Dressed in the bright orange jumpsuit, the man's​ head hung low as he was lead into his cell. The small space was occupied by a silver toilet/water fountain combo and two thin cots, one of which was occupied by someone also dressed in orange. They were laid out on the cot with their ankles crossed as they flipped through the magazine.

“Hey, Hairston, you got a new roommate,” the guard said.

“I told you to call me Dida,” the man said as he lowered his magazine. “Miss Ritz if ya nasty.”

The guard rolled his eyes and slammed the bar door closed, making Matt jump.

“Oooo weeeeee, you are stunning!” Dida said as he pushed himself off of his cot prior to examining the man from head to toe. “What’s your name, sugar?”

Matt cleared his throat as he took a step back. “Thank you? Um, my name is Matt.”

“Nice to meet you, Matt.” The man extended his hand.

Violet's​ obsession with hand sanitizer had rubbed off on him so clenched his jaw as his returned the gesture. “Likewise.”

“So, whatcha in for?”

“An arrest warrant from ten years ago,” he exhaled as he wiped his hand on the leg of his jumpsuit. “I had two grams of weed on me so I was arrested. Spending the night in jail freaked me out so much, and as an eighteen year old kid, I thought the judge would definitely send me back so I just coincidently went to visit my sick aunt on a date that required me to be in court.”

“Oh damn, that’s badass.”

“Yeah…what’d you do?”

“Stab my sugar daddy when he wouldn’t buy me a Bentley,” the man said casually.

“Ookkayyy,” Matt chirped with wide eyes. He made his way over to his cot and patted the flat, lint stuffed mattress. “Feels worse than the homeless shelter beds.”

“Oh, you get used it…or get used to being pounded into it.”

Matt loudly cleared his throat. “So do we have to stay in these cages all day and night?” he asked, hoping it’d change the subject.

“No. Rec should be any minute now.”

Just as Dida had predicted, moments later, the metal bars to the cells were popped open​ and the inmates were free to socialize and participate in recreational​ activities. Matt quickly began to distance himself from Dida but when he found himself almost cornered by a group of heavily tattooed men, he quickly turned on his heel and bumped into a man who looked like he’d been pumped with so much silicone that when he finally died, he’d be melted down and recycled​.

Oddly enough, Matt recognized the man. “Matthew Sanders?”

“Heyyy, it’s Matthew Lent. It’s a homeless shelter reunion!”

Matt’s laugh was uncomfortable but he was relieved to see a familiar face. “How did you end up in here?”

“I pretended​ to be publicly intoxicated.”

“Why on Earth would you do that?”

The man shrugged. “It’s a guaranteed place to sleep for the next fifteen days.”

“Damn, man.”

“And to get endless trade.”

“Trading of what?”

The man cackled as he patted Matt’s shoulder. “You’ve got a lot to learn. In here, they call me Detox.”

“Does everyone in here have a nickname?”

“Of course! It’s mandatory.”

“Well, I don’t plan on being in here long enough to get one.”

“Pfft, that’s what they all say. Especially the ones who float between here and the shelter.”

Matt groaned. “But I’m not homele-” he pressed his temples to fight his headache. “I just have to get out of here.”

“Hey, Detox!” someone shouted as they approached. “Who’s your friend?”

“Back off bearded snake, he’s mine!”

Matt was taken aback by the claimant. “Whoa, dude. I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Ha!” the third man mocked. “Told you, Detox. People are tired of that build-a-body. Why go for plastic when you can be organic?”

“Fuck you, Wilbert.”

“It’s Willam, bitch!”

“It’s ‘I don’t give a fuck!’ You suck dick for cigarettes, like, how cheap are you?!”

“So?! What do you suck dick for?!”

“Food, bitch! Food!”

“That explains your midsection.”

Matt had slowly been easing away, so when the two began to lunge at each other, he was well out of the guard’s way. “Orange is the New Black did not prepare me for this.” The man managed to avoid any further interactions by pacing the perimeter of the large room and avoiding eye contact with everyone. By the time lunch rolled around, he knew he’d have to start fasting again. “What…the fuck… is this?” Matt asked as he stared down at his tray.

“Beans, potato salad, perhaps?” the older man next to him grumbled as he poked at the white substance with his fork.

“Oh fuck, I swear this shit just growled​ at me.”

The man laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised​. If the judge doesn’t kill you with his sentencing, the food certainly will.”

“Clearly.”

“But, hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive when you have responsibilities outside of these four walls.”

The man seemed to have infinite wisdom. “Exactly. I have a kid on the way. Jail is not where I’m supposed to be.”

“Ahh, the kids. I have three and being away from them like this is killing me.”

“That has to be rough. Mine hasn’t even been born yet and I hate that I’m not there.”

“Or maybe you just like being around the mother,” he chuckled.

“Pfft, she hates me.”

“Oh, come on she can’t hate you. She had to like you enough to make a baby.”

“She was drunk.”

“And you were sober? Well shit, I’d hate you too.”

“Noooo, we were both drunk and had a one night stand.”

“Ahh, okay. Having a kid with someone you barely even know is a true test of character.”

Matt nodded. “I was beyond ready to step up, but she’s just so difficult. She resents me for being the father. I’m just over it.”

“Well, you can be over her, but you can’t ever be over being a father. Our children didn’t ask to be here and now that they are, it’s our responsibility to guide them through this crazy world.”

Matt shivered. “You just gave me chills.”

The man laughed. “Kids! When we’re gone, they carry on our legacy. So if you don’t want to do it for your baby mama, then do it for the baby.”

“Do it for the baby,” he repeated​. “Even if the parents hate each other, do it for the baby.”

“That’s it.”

“Dude, you’re so wise. Like Gandhi or something. What’s your story?” Matt asked as he shook his carton of chocolate milk prior to opening it and taking a sip.

“Well, my name is Ru and I murdered three people.”

Chocolate milk spurted out of Matt’s nose and mouth.

—

When Violet returned to work the next morning, the woman was greeted with a surprise party in her new office. She couldn’t be more grateful that she was allowed the opportunity and even more grateful that her friends were there to support her all the way to the top.

“This isn’t the top,” Violet assured. “I still want Sutan’s job.”

Her friends and colleagues laughed.

“Thank you everyone for all the love and support. Let’s make Girly Magazine number one!” the woman said as she raised her champagne flute that’d been filled with apple juice. She took a sip and her mind was transported to the night that Matt had made her some apple turnovers. The woman instantly began to crave the sweet pastry and when she realized that it probably wasn’t an option, Violet settled on one of the store bought cookies. She took a bite into the dry, crumbly confection and for a second, actually wished that Matt was there.

“You okay?” Naomi asked.

Violet swept all of her unwarranted thoughts under the rug. “Yes! I have a great job, amazingggg friends and a cookie,” she chirped. “Life is perfect.”

—

“Life sucks!” Matt groaned as he tried to get comfortable on the stiff cot. The man was hungry and smelly after skipping dinner and a shower that was bound to be invaded by peeping Toms.

“Fuck,” Dida quietly moaned across from him as he enjoyed the company of whoever he’d invited into his bed that night.

Matt turned on his side to face the beige painted brick wall, humming the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song to block his mind of whatever was happening next to him.

“Oh my God. Yeahhh. Go deeper.”

The man placed the thin pillow over his head and prayed for death. No, he told himself. Remember what crazy Ru said, you have responsibilities outside of these four walls. “And nothing will stop me from getting out of here and taking care of my kid.”

“What’d you say, Sugar?” Dida panted. “There’s always room for one more.”

Matt squished the pillow against his head even tighter and returned to praying for death.

—

The next three days played out the same as the first. No food, no shower and psychotic personalities that Matt did everything he could to avoid.

When he finally had his hearing with the judge, the woman quickly read over the man’s case and pounded her gavel. “Matthew Lent, why didn’t you go to court when you were supposed to? Had you done so, you probably wouldn’t be standing in front of me ten years later.”

“Your Honor… I have no explanation or excuses for choices that I made when I was eighteen years old. I’ve done nothing but try to change my life around since then, so it stings extra hard that I still ended up in here. I have a baby on the way and I’d never want him to think that going to jail is acceptable. I just want to be a good father and that starts with getting my life together and actually being there for my child’s birth. So, your Honor, if you just take it easy on me I’ll do everything I can to successfully make it through my sentence so that I can get home to my boy before he’s born.”

“Case dismissed,” the judge announced as she pounded her gavel once more.

“Re-Really?” Matt asked in disbelief. “My story touched your heart?”

“Pfft, no. The prisons are overcrowded and I don't​ need a petty criminal in there for something he did before his balls even dropped.”

“Well, hey now-”

“Next!”

—

Matt practically sprinted out of the jail and into the back of the taxi that Jake had pulled up in.

“Dudeee, how was it?!”

“Anal. So…much…anal.”

The man raised an eyebrow.

“Not with me! Around me. Ugh, I’m hungry and tired and-”

“Musty as fuck.”

“That too.”

“It’s okay. I missed you, bro!” Jake threw his arms around his friend. “I tried to see how much your bail would be but you never received one because you were a flight risk! How badass is that?!”

“I don’t want to be a badass. I want to be a good dad. Do you have my ultrasound picture?”

“Of course I do.” Jake fished around his pocket and pulled out a condom wrapper. “That’s not it,” he said as he flicked it out of the window before fishing again, this time pulling out a half eaten glazed donut. “Heyyyy, I was wondering where I put that.” The man took a bite and checked his other pocket. “Ahh.” Jake pulled the ultrasound photo from his pocket and handed it to his friend.

“…Thanks,” Matt said as he dusted the crumbs from the surface of the photo. “I feel like I need to get this picture tested for chlamydia now.”

“Ha-ha,” his friend let out with a mouth full of chewed dough.

Matt cringed.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

“Violet’s house.”

The man shot him a look.

“Um, I mean, on the other side of 15th Avenue. The snobby part of New York.”

—

After knocking on Violet’s door for the third time, Matt called the woman but was sent straight to voicemail.

—

“So I’m guessing he’s out of jail,” Naomi commented.

“I don’t care,” Violet said as she shoved a forkful of pasta salad into her mouth.

—

Please leave your message after the beep.

“Hey, Violet… it’s me…Matthew. I’m sure you’ve heard that I went to jail, but I’m out now. It was all just a crazy misunderstanding. I’m sorry about the state that I left your apartment in, I know you didn’t appreciate that so I’m really, really sorry. Can you return my call as soon as you can, please?”

—

Violet listened to the message.

“The state that you left my apartment in?! You fucking destroyed it! Um, no, I’m not going to call you back.”

—

Matt waited for several minutes and when he didn’t receive a call from Violet, he started to send her a text.

“Dude, she’s not going to respond,” Jake told him.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Go back to the shelter?”

“No, come home.”

Matt shot him a look.

“The baby isn’t due for months. Go home, get a job and save up money to return.”

The man took a deep breath. “I think that’s a good idea. But I can’t even afford to get home at this point.”

“I’ll sell my plane ticket and buy us bus tickets.”

“Thanks, Jake…but I can’t. I just have to talk to Violet first.”

“Dude, she-”

“She’s calling!” Matt answered so quickly that he nearly broke his finger. “Hello?”

—

Naomi laughed. “You’re so terrible, Vi!”

“Howwww? It’s true! And I don’t care how Matthew feels. I want nothing to do with him,” the woman said, unaware that her phone had redialed the man and he was listening to her every word.

“I just couldn’t believe that he fought your brother,” Raven added. “Like, if you want to impress a woman, fighting her family isn’t the way to go.”

“Pfff! The only thing that he could do at this point to impress me is drop dead.”

The women cackled.

—

Matt slammed his flip phone closed.

“What happened?” Jake asked. “What'd she say?”

The man shrugged and turned away from his friend so that he couldn’t see him tear up. “I…just try…so fucking hard,” he got out, trying to keep his voice steady, “and it’s not good enough.”

Jake patted Matt’s shoulder. “Bro… it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay! He’s my fucking kid too!” When tears spilled over onto his cheeks, he swiftly wiped them away.

The man had no idea how to console his friend, so he asked. “What can I do to help?”

Matt shrugged.

“Let’s just go home, okay?”

The man took a deep breath and nodded. When he finally turned around, Jake smiled. “You’re so ugly when you cry.”

“Fuck off,” he sniffled, wiping his eyes once more to ensure that all of the tears were eradicated before they made their way out of the building.

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Six

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 6: Six: A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends

Patrick

Another school year come and gone, one more year left of school and camp… I'm alright with school being done but I can't believe that next year will be our last summer here.

I'm sitting where I do every year, waiting for my friends to show up. I feel an arm lock around my shoulders and a hand ruffling my hair.

“First day back at camp!” Pete shouts excitedly. I shove him off of me.

“Get off me, jeez.” I grunt and Pete drops to sit on the ground beside the Stump I was on.

“We met in this very spot last summer, Pat!” He bumps my arm with his head.

“Yep.” I blow a bubble with my gum and Pete pops it, “Dick.” I mutter as I peel the goop off my face.

“Pete! Patrick!” Andy jogs towards us, “Have you seen Joe?” He pants, it looks like he ran all the way here.

“Nope, sorry Andy. Did you check the cabin?” I reply.

“Not yet, thanks though. Talk soon!” He runs off and both Pete and I give each other a look.

“Weird.” We say in unison and Pete laughs with a grin on his face.

“Jack and Alex moved into cabin A with Rian and Zach this year. It's just You, Joe, Andy and I.” I inform and he shrugs.

“That sucks but oh well.” Pete shrugs at me, “Wanna go on an adventure?” He winks, making me laugh.

“Sure, where to?” I ask.

“The tree?” He suggests and I stand, he grins and we're off to a woods.

Dallon

By midnight I'd given up on the idea of Brendon showing up even when he'd promised he'd come.

My phone buzzes with a new message as I'm typing to him.

BeeboBreadbin : Fuck I just got this, I haven't had much battery and shut my phone off

BeeboBreadbin: I'm lost, I'm so sorry fuckkk

Dal-Do: Send me your location, I'm on my way to Pick u up rn

BeeboBreadbin: I'm sorryyyyyyy!!!

I stumble around, getting dressed and ready to head out I surprisingly didn’t wake anybody even while bumbling around like an elephant in a glass shop.

I walk out to my car and jump in, still waiting for Brendon to send me the location of where he’s at. I start it up and pull out of my parking space, starting the long as hell drive down the path through the woods. It took about twenty minutes to reach the road.

I’m probably ten minutes down the path when I notice a figure by the edge of the road about a mile up and I’m very confused. I slow down as I approach it come to a stop probably a bit more than a half-mile from whatever it was. I check my phone and see the location and look up once more. That’s when I realize what that figure was and I burst into hysterical laughter as I see that idiot sitting on his bag with a few others around him. I throw my door open and my loud cackling echos through the silent, pitch-black evening. Brendon jumps up and that’s when he notices its me, he runs towards me and throws himself onto me, both of us hitting the ground.

“Dal-do!” He shouts, his voice was just as gorgeous as him.

“Forehead!” I laugh at him and he smacks my arm playfully, “You complete idiot! How long have you been walking!?”

“The uber driver dropped me off like a mile or so from here and so I’ve been walking for a while and then I thought I had the wrong place cause this road was so long.” He frowns and I smile at him, sitting up and pushing him off me even though it felt really nice.

“Get your shit, put it in my car and I’ll bring you to camp.” Brendon jumps up and grabs his stuff, I help carry it to the car. He’d brought a whole lot of stuff.

We drive back to the car park and lug his stuff to the cabin. He was so tiny, I always expected him to be taller, then again, I am practically a giant. We get to the cabin and everybody is now awake. Spencer and Jon doing their thing off in the corner and Ryan had just gotten in.

Brendon spots Ryan and as soon as Ryan waves at him and throws him a smile, I know I lost him.

“I’m Brendon, Dallon’s friend.” He sticks his hand out to Ryan who smiles softly.

Shit.

“I’m Ryan, not so much Dallon’s friend. Not so much any of these loser’s friends.” Ryan mutters and takes Brendon’s hand.

“That’s kinda mean, dude. Dallon’s really nice and funny and he talks about Spencer and Jon a lot and they’re really nice too from what I know.” Brendon frowns.

“Well, I’m a bitch.” Ryan shrugs, “But I can’t say that I don’t like you.” He looks Brendon over.

“Fuck off Ryan.” I snap.

“What? I can’t make friends?” He glares at me.

“I’m going to bed.”

Alex

I lay awake, I can’t sleep. Jack can, but he’s restless. I wish I could comfort him, just climb into the bed with him and hold him. I miss him so much but he seems to be fine without me around. He ignores me and pretends I don’t exist whenever I try to talk to him.

This time he won’t I decide and slip out of my bed, leaning over Jack’s, shaking him until he’s awake, “What? What’s wrong? What happened?” He slurs, sitting upright and looking around. His eyes land on me and he frowns angrily.

“Jack…” I whisper, “Come with me.”

“No way in hell, Alex.” He snaps.

“Please…” I beg softly.

“Fuck off, Alex.” He grunts, going to lie back but I grab him.

“Jack, I’m begging you, please just come with me.” I speak desperately and he lets out an agrivated huff, relenting to my begging and pleading.

“Fine.” He mutters, getting up and going over to the closet of bags to grab clothes.

“No, just come, no need to get dressed.” I grab his arm and he pulls away.

“I’m putting on a shirt at least.” He glares at me for a moment. I wouldn’t mind looking at him like this though, he’s got a great body.

“Okay…” I murmur. It takes forever for him to find the thing he wanted to wear. Always so picky. This was also why he was always late.

I tug him out into the evening and he shivers so I give him my jacket. He takes it to my surprise.

“Jack, I want to try again. This time no secrets, no lies. I love you and I want everybody to know because I am proud to be yours, to be called yours. I love you so much, Jack and it’s hell without you, please just let me try again.” I beg.

“You said this last time, Alex. You then went back on your word not even a week later.” Jack crosses his arms, “So, no. Not until you can prove to me that you’re not lying.”

I had a mission and Alex Gaskarth never turns down a challenge.

***

The next morning I’m actually up in time for breakfast. I sit with Dallon, Jon, Spencer, Rian, Zach and Mikey, Jack sits as far away from our group as possible, sitting with the weird, wanna-be emo kids.

“You’re up early, ‘Lex.” Zach smiles at me. Usually I missed breakfast from my long sleeping habits.

“Yeah, I just couldn’t really sleep.” I shrug sleepily. It wasn’t a complete lie.

“You okay?” He asks and I shrug again.

“I-... I have to do something.” I stand up and everybody expects me to leave, looking at me like I was crazy when I jumped up onto the table, everybody around us that noticed also watched me weirdly, “I have an announcement to make if I can have your attention for a moment!” I call out, shaking with nerves.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dallon whisper/yelled at me as everybody turned to watch me but my eyes were fixated on Jack who didn’t even bat an eye at me and continued talking to some guy at his table.

“Can I have everybody’s attention please!” I repeat and he still doesn’t move, “I just have to prove a point to somebody in here… Last summer I finally got up the balls to ask out the person I’ve been in love with for my entire life but it was ended because I was an asshole and wanted to keep ‘us’ a secret. I just want to say that I’m not keeping secrets anymore. I love Jack Barakat and I want you to please, please take me back.” I say loudly and hear a few gasps but Now Jack was on his face, his eyes wide at my statement. He jumps up onto his table and I roll my eyes, always making it a competition.

He points at me, “Alex Gaskarth, you sure do have some balls doing something this crazy! I can’t say no to crazy like that!” He starts to smile at me and I smile back. The room is silent and it’s so awkward, both of us just standing there, staring at each other with everybody else staring at us, “That’s a yes by the way.” He chuckles as he hops off the table and I do as well, there are some cheers but mostly nobody cares . Jack is over to my table before I even touch the floor again and he’s hugging me in a bone crushing hug that I melted into.

“You had to make a scene for that?” Rian points out.

“Yeah like couldn’t y’all just kiss a bit and be done with it.” Zach chuckles.

“Leave them alone.” Mikey smiles, “Let them have their moment and ridicule them at the wedding.”

I roll my eyes and kiss Jack passionately. I missed that sweet taste of his. He always tasted like candy with a hint of Jack Daniels, he also smelled like chocolate and Jack Daniels too. He had a thing for candy and alcohol.

“Ew, no kissing in my lobby.” Groans Gerard as he approached our table.

“You're just salty cause the only person that would ever kiss you like that is a dude.” Mikey retorts, looking up at his brother from his phone.

“Fuck you.” He mutters, sitting down at the table.

Gerard

Mikey let's out a soft snort at my reply, “Frank would.”

“Oh my fucking Christ, shut the fuck up Mikey.” I groan, Frank definitely was not into me, he was dating some girl and they were all over each other whenever I saw them together. Nobody ever believed me when I said that I was straight and so was Frank. Well I mean, I was lying, I'm bi but nobody needs to know that.

Even though I was bi I would never date Frank. Not in a million years.

“Gerard, I think you may need glasses more than me.” He mutters and turns to glance up at me from his lesbian-librarian glasses.

“Fuck you, Mikey.” I grunt.

“Fr-”

“Say it and this fork will be in your neck.” I hiss, not even looking up at him.

“Gee’s in a bad mood today.” Jack ruffles my hair and I glare up at him.

“Gee!” I hear Frank's voice echo out and I instantly groan, gripping my fork tighter in my hand, “Hey, Boo!” He giggles and kisses my neck.

“Fuck off, Frank.” I mutter through gritted teeth.

“Fucking hell… You're pissy today.” He grumbles, pulling away from me. I was being a bitch, I can admit but I mean, can you blame me? I was being harassed.

Frank sits next to me and pulls an envelope out of his pocket, dropping it on the table in front of me. I pick it up and open it, pulling out the contents.

“Whoa!” I choke and drop the papers onto the table, “Fucking Sleeping With Sirens tickets! Are you for real!? These have been sold out for months!” I shout, “You lucky bastard!”

“Happy late birthday, Gee! Very late but I just got them.” Frank grins at me.

“These are for me?” I ask him, my voice cracking.

“Yep, I have to let you know that I got you meet and greets but the passes aren't here yet. They should be here next week.” He smiles at me.

“Holy shit… Frank, why did you do this?”

“I don't know, you're my best friend and you love them and deserve to see them.” He shrugs, “That girl you like is into them too right? You should bring her!” Frank genuinely was the sweetest person ever.

“What? No, you're coming with me, Dumbass!” The look of shock that crosses his face is surprising.

“Really?”

“You bought them you nit, of course you're coming!” I smile at him and he hugs me.

He's too touchy.

Brendon

Ryan and I were super close. Well, dating really. The first few weeks were great but Ryan has been more impatient and temperamental. He hates when I talk to Dallon... or anybody for that matter. He was too jealous for me and I was beginning to be miserable.

Chapter Masterlist ~

Previous -

One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad

Two - On the Rooftop with You

Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?

Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Five - Crying into the Void That is You

Next -

Seven - Abandoning You Was My Worst Mistake but Somehow You’re Still There For Me

[lilacmuffins]

this post is gonna get really fucking annoying im just gonna keep adding onto this one reblog until im done watching for the night (it's under the cut lol). oh also this is like... really long oops.

---

started: probably around 3am, im not sure cause it's been so long and i forgot to write this in the beginning lol

ended: 9:30am

if mikan is taking care of them and it's contagious does that mean uhhh... hm. anywayssss...

yeah gundham has a point actually.

chiaki also has a point.

... mikan, honey, listen-

WH- MIKAN??

FUYUHIKO SHH IT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK IT IS-

nAgito is wh a t? NAGITO LOOKED LIKE HR WASNT EHAT?? IS HE FUCKING OKAY????

okay hes breathing jesus fuck. but he feels like shit apparently rip :((

im so on edge ichate this gsme

cool video chat device

you have to worry about him because he's in a worrying condition and you probably still care about him dumbass jesus christ

WORSE??? C R ITICAL CONDITION??? this is killing me I hate it

guess it's also killing nagito huh.. no wait-

aw man they're all worried about him damn :((

why is he so pissed off over monomi come on man shes doing her best

wh. what if something bad happens while they're gone?

why is ibuki wandering around? she's ok right? huh ok nevermind.

ooh old memoriesss??

MIKAN AGAIN WHA T

wait she fucking left them there alone? that probably isn't going to end well.

cool nagito isn't dying rn that's pretty good. he sounds like hes struggling though jfc-

oh he's still lying he's still :((

he "can't stand being in the same room as hajime" huh? "hurry up and go away" probably translates to wait don't go or smth and im so fucking sad about it lmao ple a se-

nagito was probably afraid that he was gonna die or something and hajime just went "no, i am gonna leave >:(("

is. is that a uh. is that a noose?

OH FUCK IS THAT IBUKI SHIT I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN BUT NOT THIS SOON fUCKKK

OH THAT WAS SO MUCH CREEPIER THAN THE OTHER MUSIC THAT NORMALLY PLAYS ALSO IT WAS IBUKI GOD DAMMIT :(

oh god hajime dont leave you know something bad is gonna happen while you're gone

hey mikan (: wonder what happened to ibuki, mikan ((:

ah yes hiyoko too. wonderful. A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED WE GET IT PLEASE EHY DO THEY ALL HAVE TO DIE 😭😭

shit dude this game... also how can they not tell it's ibuki her hair is showing and her nails are painted black

"y-you're wrong... it's not your fault, mikan... no matter how we feel, the one at fault is..." 😐

they're cured thank god

[a ton of stuff here was deleted by me closing and opening the app and im kinda upset but whatever it wasn't super important]

took another tumblr break and uhhh here i am.

what the fuck why is he being called a tsundere.

lmao are they really making fun of him for the sticker i-

pfft okay idiot you're the one who payed 1.5 million dollars for a sticker just so you didn't have to watch a movie lmao

what the fuck is this movie im. no okay this movie is so funny to me please--

like, i don't like how monomi is being bullied but it was actually kinda funny even if it was horrible. actually, i think that it being horrible is the reason why it was funny.

i feel kinda bad for hiyoko damn :((

i miss ibuki already...

oh! one of the things that was deleted was me speculating about nagito and what he could know about this case because of how he was acting in the storage room. maybe he doesn't know anything about this case, but he was acting a bit weird in there. this case almost seems like it's really important to him.

I- WHY IS HAJIME SO MEAN LMAO

ch... chiaki??? what the hell are you on about- i? "troll failed"??

OHBWAIT WAS THE MURDER COMMITTED THERE??

this is what i was saying earlier what the fuck is he talking about?? "you'll find out soon enough" like bitch what does that mean?

yess watching the elevator slowly get emptier is soooo nice and totally not depressing at all.

third trial here we go-

man, how many people are even left at this point...

trial music kinda slaps though

WHY DOES HAJIME'S VOICE ALWAYS CATCH ME OFF GUARD WOAH-

nagito kinda has a point. i mean, hajime could be lying about the video and no one would really know.

wh- i guess the way nagito is saying it kinda makes things worse but that's kind of a valid point (at least i think it is) so just find a way to prove the way that you're not the killer-

oh is that why he told him to keep the movie ticke NAGITO WHAT THE HELL LMAO WHAT?? WHY AM I LAUGHING OVER THAT JUST-- THEN WHY DID YOU SAY IT???

i meannn... as stupid as that was, at least you proved that you were innocent right at the beginning. cause with this cast, i have no doubt that you would be accused of killing ibuki somewhere in the trial.

taking a moment to appreciate gundham's voice ✌

nekomaru is ... monokuma, huh????

ack chiaki is so prettyyy

yeah you did fall for that trap

HI DID NO ONE HEAR WHAT MIKAN JUST SAID?? Was it about something else?? was i just not paying attention or was that actually important and no one cares-?

look at nagito being lowkey helpful

nevermind. motherfucker just answer the question we don't care if you're a nobody in this situation we are trying to solve a murder case--

okay no that sounds like im being rude to him but really just say it if you know-

huh. they hid the pillar...

is this trial gonna be as long as the last two cause uhh i don't wanna sit through this one

moss balls??????

MORE GUNDHAM VOICE APPRECIATION!!!

gundham appreciation in general actually

"i agr e e wit h t h a t"

oop gundham is arguing.

"aside from mikan" ... huh.

don't punish monomi please

okay nagito that one's a stretch umm she was hanging bud

also mikan is suspiciously active this trial... makes you wonder, doesn't it?

i have like, 62-ish videos left now, which is kinda funny. i guess this game is keeping my attention much longer than the first one did, as much as i loved it. however the trials in this game are extremely long and i don't really like that lmao my attention span is the same as a goldfish so-

wait nagito's additions to the trials literally keep them going most of the time when they're stuck i just realized

I ALMOST JUST SAID MOOD TO TWO THINGS NAGITO SAID HAHA I HATE IT HERE LMAO-

ack sorry im crying over nagito telling hajime to leave and that he was ugly and that he hated him while he had the despair disease again because someone in the comments mentioned it-

another argument but from akane this time..

still wondering what's up with hajime' eyes.

KAZUICHI N O -

gundham buddy that sounds a little gay might wanna reword that one

wait no he wouldn't talk because kazuichi told him to shut up that's a little depressing tbh

"that's annoying. i guess i should just awkwardly laugh about it then... heh... heh... heh heh..." HELP IM CRYING LMAO

once again, was he actually useful? sounds like it.

oh... was the video that hajime saw staged??? wait didn't i say something like this earlier but yelling lol oops

the conference room, hajime don't do this again p GOD DAMMIT I HATE HANGMANS GAMBIT SO MUCH

also im on part 69 now haha... nice-

good one monomi, you get him.

yes mikan is the killer guys jfc she probably had the despair disease-

nagito huh?? how is that a decisive clue...?

woah man okay nagito just got real serious damn um--

WOAH MIKANNN GIRL OKAY CALM THE HELL DOWN (also why does she sound like fluttershy?)

nagito is so done with this shit and it's lowkey scaring me. i guess he's on the side of hope, so...

haha mikan is scaring me :)

the person who explains things in the tutorials is my favorite character in danganronpa 💕💕

finally they got it. is she like... woah-

despair obsessed???

yes nagito please explain. thank you. yeah see she had the despair disease. that's why he was so passionate about this case.

WOAH UH- the ultimate despair seems like it's a bit much man but you go ahead-

b-beloved? haha mom pick me up im scared.

oh damn calling nagito out like that even he had nothing to say

yeah hajime from what i've heard you all need therapy.

the future foundation-- uhhh-

wait she's lying?? she has to be lying lmao.

huh that was an... interesting trial. she talking about junko?

and that execution was... something.

aaaand nagito is back to his normal self.

time to blame the future foundation even though i doubt they caused this shit-

nekomaru????

roboman.

wait was the tinman in the movie linked to him? interesting.

wait... oh shit. i know what happens next chapter i think... god dammit :(

well that's it for this chapter. this was... extremely long. man. im never gonna do this again but wow, that was a lot of information-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

ANOTHER GOD DAMN DEATH

THIS GAME CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS TO ME HOLY SH I T