#Mikey Fresh Saturday

[sealofarchives]

Is it Too Late?

It was the monthly movie night as a break from the usual routine.

The softshell turtle would usually expect your arrival, looking over his shoulder, on whatever work in progress invention he was working on.

However, by the time you and the others were waiting for the pizza to arrive.

You didn't sit near him. Mostly across from him as you listened to one of his brothers. Talking about something that happened earlier in the day.

And most of the interactions you gave to him were just a smile. A different one he wasn't used to.

You might have been true to your word with giving him space.

Since he was surprised that you wanted to ask him out on a date last Saturday.

It might have been that same smile that appeared when he rejected your feelings.

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Saying how you weren't his type but, still appreciated your company nonetheless.

It almost felt insulting that he got to eat his favorite pizza. While you try to eat a fresh slice despite your broken heart hiding those crushed feelings.

The Jupiter Jim movie playing in the background just felt like a white noise as you tried to seem interested in the movie. But after the first movie was done, Donnie overheard a conversation between you and Leo.

"Hey Leo, can you portal me home?"

"Something came up so I can't really stick around for the rest of the movie night."

"Sure but, kind of missing out on Donnie fanboying on the next movie because."

"We would have sneaked away to let you two lovebirds have that special moment."

"Those words from Mikey and Raph because you saw how they panicked. Trying not to spoil their plan out in the open."

Donnie felt horrible seeing you lightly tug the shoulder straps of your backpack, that was intended for the movie night sleepover.

You still kept up the facade as you politely smiled back at Leo. Slowly heading towards the light blue portal.

"You usually avoid these sort of plans. What changed your mind about it?"

Leo pretended to stretch his arms but, still grinned at you.

"With someone like Kendra being his type, its not gonna last long."

"You're the exact opposite and I mean that in a good way."

"You're like a personal cheerleader for him."

You were inches away from the portal. Stopping your steps close to tears in your eyes. But, held back trying not to crack under pressure.

"Guess I have to be careful with any of your matchmaking ideas."

After hearing you two go your separate ways for the night, Donnie's shell lightly hit the wall as he sat down. Horrified at the thought of his brothers eventually finding out that he broke your heart. Or attempting to rebuilt that friendship you had with him.

[usagikookiejams]

WISH

Ran Haitani x fem!reader

⚠️ Warning: angst no comfort, violence, curse words, not proofread (sorry, too tired). That's all as I don't want to spoil the story lolll

Today was a very peaceful Saturday. You wish to spend the entire day with Ran; considering you got a good news to tell him. You tried to sleep in a little longer, your hand fishing for Ran that always sleep beside you. But to your dismay, he was not there. You woke up and searching for Ran through out the entire house until you heard a click from the front door; and Ran coming in. You went to hug his arm, swinging your body left and right in the process, "Hey handsomeee, I was thinking... how about we spend the day catching up with our favourite series and have dinner at night?."

You heard him sighed and forcefully retracted his arm; not even looking at you, "No thank you, I have a lot of work to do." You deflated, feeling quite hurt by his word but still, you insisted on spending time together. That is until, he glared at you while saying, "Can you just shut the fuck up?!! I got headache listening to you! Stop being so clingy! It's not like you are gonna die if I don't spend even an ounce of my time with you, is it?." Ouch... that was not expected from him. You masked your hurt by giving him a smile, "It's okay, I will leave you alone. I am sorry for disturbing you." Ran sighed and walked to your shared bedroom while saying 'thank you.' After you were sure that Ran was fast asleep, you went to retrieve your car keys and purse; deciding to spend time with yourself instead.

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"I adore how you're constantly by my side. Please continue to do so, your presence is utterly endearing"

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[Your POV]

That words kept on repeating in your head. You looked out of your car window to look at the entire city from the highest point of Roppongi. The word kept on haunting you, making you wonder if he was getting bored by your affection? You felt tears wetting your cheeks, you chuckled slightly at that, "How silly of me, thinking that he will always want me to shower him with affection. He is a busy guy too, so he must feel very tired and just want some time to himself," you monologued with yourself.

You went outside the car to get some fresh air. You looked at the city while stroking the ring decorating your delicate finger. Thinking how you're going to break the news to him without annoying him even further... Not realizing that a guy was approaching you from behind. You were suddenly forced into unconcious state and everything went blank.

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[Ran's POV]

Back at home, Ran woke up from his sleep after what felt like hours. Looking at the clock, the time was currently at 2:00 p.m. Shoot.. he was supposed to be at the office since 12:00, why didn't you wake him up? He grumbled and called out your name plenty times but no answer. He remembered what he said to you in the morning, feeling guilty and now making a mental note to apologize to you as soon as possible. He stood from the bed and went to get ready for work...

At the office, he was informed by his secretary that the top executives are now gathered at the meeting room for what seems like an urgent discussion. He got there ASAP and apologized for his lateness, Mikey didn't get mad but just look at him pitifully.

"Do you got any calls from the enemy, Haitani?," Mikey looked at Ran making the latter guy dumbfounded. "Err.. whatchu mean, boss?," Ran couldn't help but looked towards his brother direction. "The Black Venom's man called our HQ around 11 a.m. saying that they got hostage with them..," Mikey announced. "So... what that got to do with me? Why shall I expect calls from them?," Ran still didn't understand the situation. "Are u fucking stupid Ran?! Boss meant to say that the enemy got your wife, Y/N!," Sanzu said while shaking his head.

Sanzu's word ringing in his ears making him rushing to retrieve his phone from his pocket. He tried calling you multiple times but it wasn't answered. He was getting impatient and decided to settle things on his own, until Mikey stopped him, "Sit down Haitani.. Keep your composure, I know the news is shocking but we have to discuss this matter first, how we're going to invade them. Considering they just destroy our plan of raiding their base this night." Ran couldn't disobey his order thus, sat down to discuss carefully regarding the plan.

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You woke up from your unconciousness, feeling tightness around your limbs. Thus, quick to realize that you were bound to a chair. You looked in front of you to find any clue on where you are but didn't find any.

You suddenly felt something hard hit your head making you scream in pain. You looked upwards and saw a guy with baseball bat smiling sinisterly at you. You couldn't help but scream loudly to get any source of help. The guy once again hit you, this time around your chest to stop you from screaming. You fell backward making the chair also fell down with you. You tried asking for his sympathy but he didn't listen to you. He grabbed his phone from his backpocket and dialed a number.

After the third rings, someone on the other side of the call answered, "Hello, who is this?." The guy directed his phone towards you and changing the mode to video call, making you hear scream from the person in the other line. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife?!." Oh, that was actually your husband, Ran...

"I didn't do anything but maybe swing my baseball bat lightly to keep her shut her big-fat-mouth up hahaha," the guy looked at you making you felt like vomitting. "I swear when I got you, I will kill you as slowly as possible, as a payback for your action!," you heard Ran warning the guy, in which you couldn't help but smile a little. This action of yours made the enemy mad and started hitting you again and again, until you're coughing a lot of blood. "Is this how you're going to torture me? Dream on, you won't even able to reach me as we're currently at a very remote location," the guy zoomed in on your face making it very obvious that you're in a very critical state, your face is all beaten up.

Ran was about to warn him again but the enemy has ended the call. Ran couldn't control his emotion and started to punch the wall behind him until his fist was bleeding, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I shouldn't have say that to her. If that is the case, she will still be safe at home," he started to cry. Rindou went to calm him down and said that the plan will take action as soon as possible once the ammo are stocked up in the cars boot. "I felt guilty that I yelled at her this morning, she sounded so excited too, telling me to spend time with her. I am such as stupid husband for not listening to her request. After what felt like days, I finally have time to be at home," Ran confessed his guilt. Rindou was about to comment on it, but was interrupted by one of the subordinates telling the executives that everything is ready. Everyone stood up and got ready to beat up that fucker and his gang.

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You were pulled up by the enemy guy quickly. The guy cut the rope, and screamed at you to move as quickly as possible to the rooftop. You didn't want to anger him so you follow his order.

Reaching to the rooftop enable you to see numerous vehicles parked at the front entrance. Noticing one of them is what seems like Ran's car. You felt like fate is by your side so you couldn't help but scream that you're in the rooftop. The enemy guy that was by your side felt really angry that you gave away his whereabouts; leading to him landing a punch directed to your chest. You felt dizzy now that you has loss too many blood. You heard footsteps getting nearer and the enemy was looking much more uneasy. The rooftop door was barged open, revealing non other than your husband, Ran. You smiled weakly at him, but the smile was suddenly wiped off your face when you felt bullet hitting your chest. The enemy laughed at the Bonten members, saying how they were too late. Ran shot the guy in the head and ran to hug you, but all you could feel now is numbness throughout your body.

Your mouth kept on spilling blood, making your husband panic at the sight, "Fuck it! Come over here medic! What are you doing there?! We have to be quick, she's losing a lot of blood already!." Ran screamed at the medic team who were now rushing towards you.

"Hey baby... please stay awake yeah?," he stroked your cheek lovingly while tears were pooling in his eyes. "We will go home and spend time together as you wish this morning, yeah?," he felt himself chocking up on his words. You looked at him, hands trying to engulf his face close to you though your limbs felt as if they were screaming at you. "Ran...," you smiled at him. Ran held your hands and kissing each of them. "Do you remember, our promise back in highschool?," you try to refocus your sight to him as it slowly becomes unclear. "Yeah baby...I remember how we promised to love each other dearly, ensuring it won't fade though we already have kids together in the future..," he couldn't help but felt the tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks. "So tell me, Ran. Do you still love me?," you stopped to take a shallow breath. "Of course I do! I love you so much that words couldn't even described it!," he held your hands tighter. "But, why it seems like your love for me is fading? You don't look as excited like you always do when you looked at me this morning," you felt your heart twisted at the reminder of what he said to you this morning. "Baby, I don't get it. What do you mean?," he tried to make a connection from your words. "I am pregnant Ran, it has been 3 months. I tried to tell you this, but you dismissed me. It hurts Ran, it hurts when you said I am clingy. It seems like you don't get excited for us," you started seeing white lights from above, making you felt quite nervous leaving him behind. You heard him saying 'I'm sorry' for many times until it sounded too far away from you.

Ran cried and cried, mouthing 'I'm sorry' non-stop. That is...until the medic called him and shook their head no. Ran felt like his world was crumbling apart. Not only did he lost you, he also lost the baby made out of love by the both of you. He felt like fainting, screaming to you to come back and saying he didn't mean the words he said this morning. Everything went blank as Rindou now rushed to Ran to embrace his unconcious body.

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It was now the day after your tragic death, a funeral was conducted in honor of you. Many people came to show their respect to you. All Ran could do was stare blankly at each of them as they neared your coffin. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a woman walking towards him with something in hand. The woman he remembered as your bestfriend looked at him with teary-red-eyes while handing the box to him, "Open this at home, don't cause a scene here. I want the last farewell for my bestfriend to be as peaceful as possible," she said then walked away. Ran looked at the box, it looks very simple; how you would like it. Ran couldn't help but cried a bit remembering you.

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[Ran's POV]

The box has been placed on the bedside table since he got back from your funeral. Honestly speaking, he was afraid to open them. He wondered why your bestfriend glared at him with nothing but hatred in her eyes; it shows how whatever inside this box, must be something that is very important to you.

Seconds passed by and finally he bravely opened them and could see a letter on top of a soft fabric. He read the content:

"I am glad to be able to spend my life with you. I wish nothing but the best for our love journey. In whatever situation, I hope our love remain strong as it has always been. What I am about to show you is something that is very important to me; it has some part of me and you. I have never seen them before but I already know that it is the best thing that ever happened in my life. Take a look at it by yourself, love <3"

After reading the letter, he pulled up whatever it is inside the box. Plop! He heard something dropped by his feet, he retrieved it and noticed it is a pregnancy test. He started to get emotional over this, now fully expecting the other items inside the box.

Tang! The box dropped. He frozed...he did not...

Yeah, he may expected the other items inside the box to be baby stuff...

But...

What he didn't expect is...

There are two sets of them...

2 pair of shoes...

2 clothes...

2 baby bottles...

And lastly...

2 ultrasound pictures; showing the twins resided in your womb.

Ran felt like he couldn't breath, he felt like dying. Not only he lost you, but he also lost his baby, two of them actually.

Ran sworn to himself that he will never forgive himself for ruining what the future holds for him. He wish that God could burn him in hell as long as possible to clean him off his sins, no matter how may years it takes. Just to enable him living his life with you and his 2 babies still alive by his side in another life.

[smutinlove]

goodbye i love ur fanfics sm. (specifically carls ofc)

i just live for ur angst fics yk??

sensitive reader pls but she kinda a badass

reader goes insane for some reason,

rick,glenn, carl notice that she hasnt been sleeping/eating/drinking.

she would stay up every night watching the window.

to the point they would have to force her down and eat,

it turns out carl wasnt even talking to her but instead hanging out with his friends (ron and mikey)

small mindset inspo for reader(eversince they arrived at alexandria reader and carl didnt spend time 2gether)

she has no1 to talk to so yeah... u choose the ending ofc!

They say change is good, but sometimes change can fuck up your life. That's what happened to you.

Every day went by with you staring out the window, day and night. Your head was filled with a million different thoughts. Thoughts you wouldn't utter a word about to anyone. Why?

Nobody really noticed you anymore. Out in the wild, before Alexandria, you were a valued member of the group. You and Carl were practically besties (and more) You and Glenn had also had a fun time talking to each other.

He was like a father to you.

But now... you didn't really have anyone.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and you just sat near the window every day—barely sleeping and eating.

Was anyone even worried? Probably not. Why? They didn't notice you. You were a shadow that everyone was ahead of.

"Y/N."

It was another lonely and gloomy evening. An evening full of you staring outside the window—observing the weather... and maybe the citizens of Alexandria. (If they even left their homes. Cowards...)

"Hey!"

You were numb, tired—pissed. No one. You had no one, right?

"Listen to me!"

"Relax—"

You opened the window, letting some fresh air in. It was a soft embrace on a glum Saturday evening.

"Fuck!"

"Carl! Glenn!"

You felt a strong shake. Was the world tilting? No. But you definitely were.

You saw two worried faces staring down at you. One shook your shoulders while the other yelled your name. "Y/N, are you listening?"

Such a soft voice. So soothing. The tone made you melt.

But reality struck and it was painful. There were people talking to you while you remained unresponsive.

"Perhaps she has gone mental!"

"Carl!" Rick scolded.

"Huh?" You finally managed to utter. Your voice was rough and hoarse from not speaking. It hurt.

"She speaks!" Carl chimed. "Not funny, Grimes boy," said Glenn.

"Carl?"

The blue-eyed boy beamed. "Welcome back, love." Carl said, a small smirk falling in to place on his face.

Rick left and came back into the room, holding a plate of eggs and bread. He also had a glass of juice. He placed both things in front of you. "Eat, Y/N. Please."

You couldn't. It... was strange. You just couldn't. But you had to. You should. And you would. And... you could.

Your hand trembled as you reached for the piece of bread on the plate. You also noticed the smiles on Rick and Glenns' faces. But Carl was glaring at the now closed window.

What was he staring at? Mickey and Ron. The two were talking and laughing outside. While he was stuck with you. It wasn't a bad thing that he was stuck with you. No. Never.

"Have you been sleeping?" Glenn asked, noticing your eyebags. You bite into the piece of bread, slowly swallowing and chewing it. You were tempted to lie, but that wouldn't solve anything. "No."

"Why?" Rick asked. "Talk to us. But you don't need to."

"Can... can I talk to Carl?" You asked. "Just Carl."

The two older men gave each other looks before nodding and leaving the room.

"What's up?" Carl asked nonchalantly. You gulped. "What's up with you, Carl?" His name came out as almost a scowl.

"What?" He tilted his head.

You stopped eating and took a sip of juice. "Carl," you felt hesitant. But you needed to. For answers. "Carl, we don't hang out! We haven't talked properly since we arrived here at Alexandria!"

"I... I thought you wanted a life, Y/N. Even if it isn't like before."

You huffed. "Carl, I wanted you! You're my best friend. Fuck! But no! All you have done for the past few weeks is hang out with Mikey and Ron, forgetting about me!"

Carl looked taken aback. "Y/N, please—"

"—No! No more. Get out!"

"Y/N, no. I won't."

"Get the fuck 'outta my room, Grimes!" You yelled with the force of a thunder storm. He nodded and made his way for the door when he turned around and said, "I'll be here. I'll... wait. And I'm sorry."

He left and suddenly the world just became louder. The peace that was once there had been evaporated.

Is it over now?

Maybe not. Maybe it is.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

Okay you sorry fucks! BEG ME to release a part 2 of this. BEG ME. GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES! grrr

anyway i love angst

also this is like such a cool moment for me. i just published two carl grimes fanfics in the span of two hours. im so hip and cool

[g0kotta]

SUMMER

Mitsuya thinks the girl working at a convenience store near his house is kind of cute.

Fluff, bad humor. Around 1k words

Mikey hits Mitsuya on the back and lets out an over exaggerated yawn. He tries not to push the shorter friend away from him as they walk towards the small convenience store that was owned by an elder man who treated every Toman member as if his own grandchild. They started going to that store when they just formed Toman since everything there was cheaper than in other stores and it was a great deal especially for young punks like them who did not have a lot of money.

“We need some good snacks.” Mikey whines. “I don’t want crackers anymore. They’re dry and disgusting.”

Draken pulls Mikey away from Mitsuya and raises a brow while looking at the president of Toman. “If you have some money to buy better snacks then please do so.”

“Actually, Shinichiro gave me some cash today. So we will be eating good, boys.”

Baji pushes the door open and confidently walks into the store with the other boys, yelling out the old mans name to say a hello, but instead they see a girl their age sit behind the cash register with pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie.

“Who are you?” Mikey points his finger at her. “And what did you do to the old man working here?!”

“You mean my grandfather?” You raise a brow as you look all of the boys up and down.

While working at a convenience store, you find yourself meeting a bunch of interesting people who come in and out of the store. Some of them are regulars, stopping by for their daily coffee or snack, while others are just passing through. As you scan their items and make small talk, learning about their lives and interests. Some people are extremely nice and some are a bunch of weirdos who you hope to never see again, like for example a man who comes over to the store after his shift. Which does not sound weird, but when you realise it’s a man in his sixties dressed up as a clown buying a bottle of whiskey and complaining to you about how kids are a bunch of pieces of shit who should not exist at all, it does raise some concern. Though you only see him on Saturdays around 6PM.

What you haven’t seen before though was a young boy pointing a finger at you and blaming you for making your tired grandfather disappear. You heard stories about these boys from your grandpa, but never actually saw them, because you did not want to spend your free time at a convenience store. But your money has been getting low and you wanted to buy some new clothes before summer ends, so you decided to work for your grandpa for the summer.

“Sorry about him.” A tall guy with a tattoo on his head bows down a bit and grabs his friend by his shoulder dragging him away. The other’s scatter around the store looking for something to buy for their movie night. As you scan all of them once again you notice the boy with purple hair and a light bulb shines above your head.

“You’re Mitsuya, right?” You ask and he quickly turns around with a smile, answering with a yes.

You grab a bag full of sweets and give it to him.

“Pops said to give it to you once I see you. He bakes them fresh every day. Said your sisters like them or something.”

You notice how his eyes light up and he grabs the bag from your hands with a “thank you” and a bow.

“Please thank your grandfather for me. My sisters do enjoy his pastries a lot.” His eyes caught your own and you realise that they’re a really pretty colour. One you haven’t seen on other’s before or even if you did, you did not pat any attention to it. But something about Mitsuya is different. In a good way.

That day the boys leave with bags of snacks and you find yourself thinking about the boy with purple hair.

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A few days pass and Mitsuya comes back again. This time without his friends, but instead with two little girls hanging around his arms. He introduces them as his sisters and you find it extremely cute how close they are to their brother and how they do not want to leave his side at all. But what you don’t expect is one of them giving you a compliment while you were scanning their items.

“You’re really pretty.” Luna states and you almost drop the can of tomato soup.

“Oh, thank you.” A smile finds a way onto your face and your cheeks have a rosey colour to them now. Receiving compliments from elders, or young boys will never be the same as receiving compliments from kids. Elders lie through their teeth, while boys just want to get with you, girls give you compliments and then talk shit behind your back. But kids.. Kids are ruthless. They always spit the truth. “You and your sister are prettier though.” You wink at them and as Mitsuya looks at you smiling at his little sisters he realises that you are very pretty indeed. How your eyes started to shine after his sister gave you a compliment and how cute your crooked smile was.

After they leave Mitsuya thinks to himself that he needs to come there more often, even if he doesn’t have a lot of money in his pockets.

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The third time he comes, he’s there alone. He only grabs a pack of gummy bears and a milk carton.

“That’s a weird combo.” You raise a brow and tilt your head to the side.

“Don’t say anything about it.” He sighs.

“You sure this is safe? You won’t be running to the toilet in like five minutes to shit your guts out?”

“You have a foul mouth.” Mitsuya starts to laugh. “The gummy bears are for Luna and Mana, while the milk is for my mom.”

“My bad.” You smirk. “Thought you were a weirdo for a second there.” And Mistuya laughs again.

As you look at him laugh, you start to realize that he's kind of cute, and you feel a flutter in your chest. As he leaves the store you find yourself waiting for him to come back again.

And Mitsuya makes sure he does just that. He just needs to make a plan how to get your number.

[askpinkietai]

Aw, man. I gotta document this one while it's still fresh. So I had this really elaborate dream about the woods behind my home growing up. Unlike real life, these had an elaborate cave system behind them. The first cave had an old mine, the second connected back to my basement and had an elaborate well and workshop built in, and the back room of that led into some secret warehouse area. And this leads into a huge underground facility that runs on imagination and is half theme park. And I've just led a bunch of school kids into it to run wild, while the facility goons are really pissed and trying to eliminate everyone. And as it goes, it turns out these aren't just a bunch of kids I grew up with, but the cast of a Saturday morning cartoon. And it just feels incredibly nostalgic seeing them all again, helping each of them escape down a particular maintenence corridor that leads back into the well/workshop area of my basement/cave system. As I go, though, I notice, like, there's a few characters who are missing. The cool but fat kid, the mean bully girl, and a few others. I kind of wake up in the dream? And ask my sister if she can remember what show on One Saturday Morning she can remember that was about these wacky schoolkids. Coz it wasn't Recess or Lloyd in Space or anything. It didn't have a TVTropes page, but we found its name. And apparently it was connected to a shared universe called the Crunchyverse. The principal from that series (who was a diminutive man with a big blond wig and clearly an alien in disguise) actually had his own separate series where he was actually a talking cat pretending to be an alien disguised as a principal. Wild concept, ahead of its time. And just as we're finding out the series' name (which ends up being something like Unclassified), I start to wake up for real. And as I do, I realise that the show never existed, and all the character designs I remembered were from other shows. The jerky kid Edgar was a less-punk recolour of Duncan from Total Drama Island. The cool fat kid was a blended combo of Total Drama's Owen and Mikey from Recess with sunglasses and a backwards hat. The mean girl Kelly was just Kelly from Bobby's World. There was a glasses girl named Marcia, she was probably from something too. And then I really woke up, had to check if there was a show I forgot on One Saturday Morning. Because it really felt so nostalgic, like something I actually watched. Like a cross between Recess and less-remembered show Detention, an elaborately weird school with a slightly older demographic than those shows, and a principal who was an alien in disguise (who was a talking cat in disguise on another program).

[hockeylvr59]

Here With Me Part 22 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: As soon as he's back in Amherst, Taylor is at Kelsey's seeking to make it all up to her and then some. He gets his belated birthday gift and their love is taken to new limits. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, smut // Word Count: 5,337

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Twenty One

Because it was such a long trip, Taylor was coming back on Saturday. Kelsey wasn’t sure whether his flights would have any delays or whether there would be traffic or if he’d just be too tired to come over so she’d just made an open invitation that he could come over when he got in on Saturday if he wanted to but he could wait until Sunday as well. 

She was a little surprised, though honestly she shouldn’t have been, when there was a knock on her apartment door at about eight o’clock. 

Opening it revealed Taylor, his carry on from traveling in hand. 

“Kelsey…” He started voice immediately apologetic. “I’m so…” Before he could finish though she was pressing up to kiss him, silencing his apology, her fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Are you gonna come inside?” She asked softly against his lips. 

Walking backward, Kelsey let the door fall closed behind him before twisting slightly to reach around him and lock it. 

“I’m so sorry Kels.” Taylor continued as soon as their lips had parted causing Kelsey to sigh softly. 

“We’re past apologies T. Okay.” She murmured. “Nothing for you to be sorry about. Just come watch a movie with me.” 

Kissing him again softly, Kelsey urged him away from her front door, pausing at the kitchen. 

“You and Mikey stopped for something to eat right?” She questioned wanting to make sure that he was fed before they settled in. With Taylor assuring her that they had stopped somewhere, Kelsey nodded and just grabbed a couple bottles of water before guiding him back to her room. 

“Missed you.” Taylor murmured, stopping once in her room to hold her tight. 

“Missed you too T.” Kelsey replied, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. “Why don’t you shower and change and get comfy.” 

The look he gave her was almost wounded, like how dare you suggest I go into another room and Kelsey sighed. She knew that it was her fault he felt like this after all she was the one that had dropped her emotional bomb on him for no real reason. 

“Will you shower if I come take one with you?” 

Taylor’s body filled with relief and so Kelsey nodded, moving to grab clean underwear and a fresh set of pajamas. 

“Come on then.” She declared, grabbing a spare bath towel as well before moving to the bathroom to get the hot water going. 

Quickly Kelsey stripped herself down before turning to where Taylor was half dressed, his hoodie and shirt already on the ground beside his socks while his sweats hung low on his hips. 

Fingers itching a bit to touch, Kelsey looked at him like ‘can I?’ before sliding her hands along the curves of his pelvic bone, pushing his sweats down off his hips along with his boxers. 

“Penny for your thoughts T?” She asked softly when it was obvious there was something on his mind. 

“Can I hug you?” He mumbled as if she was likely to say no because they were both nude. 

“Come ‘ere.” Kelsey assured him, draping her arms around his shoulders to pull him in for a proper hug, their chests pressed together and his soft dick brushing against her stomach. 

“I love you Taylor.” She murmured in his ear just needing him to know that because he clearly still had a lot on his mind after the past week. “Will you let me wash you?” 

Taking the guttural sound that left him as agreement, Kelsey urged him into the shower before all the hot water was gone. 

Starting with shampoo, she carded her fingers through his hair, nails scraping softly at his scalp, taking her time to make him feel good and smiling at his soft groans. After letting him rinse, she inched her way down his body, careful to clean every inch of him, her touch gentle. It was an intimate experience washing him, his body melting into her touch releasing waves of pent up tension as she brushed over his pecs, lingered along his abs and the faint hairs of his happy trail, and wrapped around to rub over his back and shoulders. After washing over his arms and dipping to wash his legs, Kelsey passed the soap over to him to wash the more intimate areas of his body while she took in the sight of finally having her boyfriend back in her presence. 

After a moment her eyes met his and she took in the questioning look he was giving her. 

“Yeah T.” She replied softly. “I just showered this morning so you don’t need to wash my hair though.” 

Letting him get his hands on her body was beyond fine with her and she sighed as his large hands caressed her skin gently, more exploring and enjoying than actually washing. 

As the cooling water washed away the last remnants of soap from her skin, Kelsey kissed Taylor’s jaw and urged him out of the shower so she could turn the water off. Slipping into pjs, Kelsey picked up the dirty clothing from the floor and made sure the bathroom was relatively clean before moving with Taylor back to her bedroom. 

Slipping into bed, Kelsey turned her TV on and had Taylor pick a movie from a list of options for them to watch together as he cleaned up his bag. When he slipped into bed he set a jar onto her stomach. 

“What’s this?” She asked, picking it up to examine it. 

“Canadian maple syrup.” Taylor declared. “Couldn’t not bring you something from home.” 

It was sweet, unnecessary but sweet. 

“Thanks Tay.” She murmured, setting it on her nightstand before shifting to cuddle against him as she started the movie. 

“Speaking of home…” Taylor eventually mumbled. “Would you uh maybe want to come up to Calgary for like a week or ten days or something this summer?” 

“You want me to come to Calgary?” Kelsey asked, turning to face him, the question completely catching her off guard. “That’s something your parents would be okay with?” 

“Kels there isn’t a moment that I don’t want you by my side. You’re who I want to spend my life with.” 

Kelsey’s eyes went so wide and her hand flew to her mouth like she couldn’t believe what he was saying. 

“Taylor…that’s a big statement….” She breathed. 

“I know it is.” He insisted. “But I’ve never meant anything more. I’m in love with you Kelsey. And I don’t ever want you to doubt that again. Not for even a moment.” 

Kelsey couldn’t help but mumble a ‘holy shit’ under her breath because they’d been dating for two months and this was all a little intense. Needing a moment to process she buried her head into his bare chest trying to signal for him to just give her a minute while she breathed in his scent noting the mild changes caused by the scent of her soap. 

“So you want to spend your life with me?” She questioned, peeking up at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. 

Cupping her cheek, Taylor brushed the loose hairs back behind Kelsey’s ear. 

“For as long as the universe allows…hopefully forever. I want to show the person who is becoming my home the place I call home.” 

“Have you talked to your parents about me coming to Calgary?” Kelsey questioned as levelly as possible given her stomach swirling from the weight of Taylor’s words. 

“Yes Kels.” Taylor assured her. “And of course you’re welcome.” 

Nodding, Kelsey chewed on her lip again until Taylor pulled it out from between her teeth. 

“I want to.” She confirmed. “But can I reserve officially saying yes until we talk about the details and I look at my calendar and stuff?” 

“Yeah Kels.” Taylor nodded, his voice light at the prospect of showing the girl he loves his home. “‘Course.” 

It was hard for Kelsey to process just how open and frankly blunt Taylor had been about his intentions tonight. She certainly hadn’t expected him to show up and make the effort to literally touch on every single love language so that there was no way for her to feel unloved. But it made her love him more knowing that he was making a concerted effort to address any wrongs he perceived himself to have committed. 

Even if they hadn’t existed in the first place. 

Taylor was the type of man that every woman dreamed of marrying and somehow he was hers. 

Shifting her palm on his chest, Kelsey pressed up a bit to capture Taylor’s lips with her own, the kiss deep but lacking any underlying sexual heat. It reflected the intensity of the past few minutes but didn’t seek anything more. 

It ended when they both needed to breathe and Kelsey sighed happily before turning to settle back against his body and watch the movie that they had already missed at least half of. 

After a few minutes, Taylor’s fingers brushed against her left hand and began a roving touch while he took contented breaths and nuzzled her head. Gradually she felt him relax, his body growing pliant behind her. 

Tugging his arm around her, Kelsey shifted slightly to guide him into a more comfortable sleeping position, his arm and leg draped over her body. He’d gotten up ungodly early for his flight today so even if it was only like 10:30, she knew that he needed the sleep and was hopeful that as he relaxed, he would drift off. 

When his soft snores filled her ear no more than twenty minutes later, Kelsey smiled to herself and turned the tv off, tossing the remote aside before closing her eyes for the night as well, basking in sleeping in the arms of the man who loves her once more. 

****

When Kelsey woke, needing to pee, the early morning sun was peeking through the windows and Taylor’s half hard dick was pressed into her ass. It made her smile as she tried to escape the confines of his arms knowing he’d protest. 

Unsurprisingly, Taylor was up by the time she came back from the bathroom and moved to take care of nature’s needs as well. Grabbing empty water bottles and the jar of maple syrup, Kelsey moved to her kitchen to try and figure out what to make for breakfast. 

She hadn’t gone shopping yet so there wasn’t much in the way of the fridge or anything, but opening the freezer Kelsey found a container labeled as egg cups. As it wasn’t marked as not to be eaten or anything, Kelsey figured it had been her roommate just trying to use up what had been in the fridge since Kelsey normally took it home but had dipped without it this time. 

Grabbing the container, Kelsey preheated the oven and got out a sheet pan to warm them on. 

As she stuck egg cups on the tray after covering it in foil, she felt Taylor’s arms snake around her waist, his bare chest against her back. 

“Think I saw a container of orange juice in there.” Kelsey murmured softly, making the offer that he could poor some if he wanted. 

“K.” Taylor acknowledged but made no effort to get any. Chuckling, Kelsey bumped him back so she could put the eggs in the oven and set a timer based on her estimate of how long it should take. 

“Want to do morning yoga with me?” She asked, laughing as his dick stiffened a bit against her ass in response. “Not that kind of yoga T.” She teased. 

Pulling him back to her room, Kelsey turned her tv on and pulled up her go-to routine for which there was just enough floor space in her room for two bodies, even if one was over six feet. 

She didn’t necessarily expect Taylor to be able to follow along with every single position but he actually didn’t do half bad. By the time the oven timer went off, Kelsey was feeling more awake and limber and she knew her boyfriend hadn’t been able to stop staring at her ass. 

“Come eat T.” She called after verifying the egg was indeed warm and ready for consumption. Plating them up, she poured two small glasses of juice and set everything on the island. 

“If I eat breakfast can I have dessert after?” Taylor inquired, whispering in her ear, his deep voice telling her exactly what he meant. Kelsey could only shiver but that must have been a good enough response for him because he lifted her up onto a bar stool to eat before settling onto one himself, thanking her for breakfast. 

Though they ate in silence, it was once again the familiar and comfortable silence making Kelsey smile glad that things were starting to feel more normal again. It had been a rough week but these were the feelings she loved most being with Taylor. After quickly cleaning up, Taylor washing the dishes while she dried, they headed back to her room, Taylor eager to close the door behind them. 

Snagging Kelsey around the waist, Taylor kissed her shoulder. 

“If you don’t want to, we obviously don’t have to but I’d love to taste you Kels.” Taylor murmured, fingers teasing along the waistband of her shorts. Releasing her, he grabbed his phone from beside her bed and tapped on the screen a few times before handing it to her. In front of her was a test results page with Taylor’s name, date of birth, and testing date at the top. Beneath it listed the results of a full STI panel with every result described as negative. 

Nodding, Kelsey handed his phone back and grabbed a piece of paper from her desk which reflected the same thing on her end, letting him look as well. 

Tossing the paper aside carefully, Taylor pulled her into his arms again, dipping his head down to kiss her softly. 

“So do you want to? Ditch the condoms for oral?” Kelsey asked softly, breaking the kiss. Taylor’s body’s reaction should have been enough of an answer but he swallowed hard before speaking anyway. 

“I mean yeah Kels I want to. But only if it’s something you’re actually comfortable with.” 

Kelsey was quiet for a moment before she nodded. 

“I am. We’re exclusive and both had full panels done and yeah. Yeah I’m comfortable with it.” 

Taylor knew she was saying it aloud as much for herself as it was for him and he nodded letting it fully sink in for her because he knew it was a big step for her, trusting him like this. 

“I bet you taste so good.” He murmured in her ear. 

The way she shuddered in his arms told him that now she was really getting on board and he trailed kisses down her neck and over her shoulder while his hands toyed with her shorts. 

“You gonna let me see if I’m right?” He questioned, groaning softly when her fists tangled in his hair. Carefully, Taylor backed her toward her bed and groped over her ass, waiting for her verbal confirmation. 

“Yes.” She finally mumbled, pressing her hips forward into him. With knowledge that she was on board, Taylor pulled her tank over her head before pushing her shorts and panties from her body. Immediately his dick responded to the sight of her, straining against his briefs but Taylor ignored it, instead lying Kelsey down on her bed in a way that would leave him plenty of room to make his home between her thighs. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He mumbled appreciatively, leaning over her to kiss her deeply. The fact that she was his still amazed him sometimes. 

Kissing her until she was breathless, Taylor continued his way down her body, sucking a mark into the top of her breast before trailing a line of kisses down her body until his head was at her hips where she was spread out for his enjoyment. 

Leaving another mark on her hip, Taylor groaned seeing her core already damp for him. As much as he wanted to just dive in, he also wanted to make it good for her, building the anticipation as much as possible. 

So as he made himself comfortable, his dick aching slightly pressed into the mattress, Taylor kissed her knees before working his way down along her inner thighs, skipping over her core as he left a splattering of marks on her sensitive skin. 

“Taylor….” Kelsey whined softly, her voice needy. 

“Patience, love.” He chastised teasingly, sucking yet another bruise into her skin as she wiggled under him. Already her chest was heaving slightly and her skin was pinkened with arousal. She looked like a literal goddess and Taylor groaned knowing he was already leaking precum before even getting his first taste of her. 

With her watching him, eyes desperate, Taylor ran a finger through her folds teasingly, groaning when he realized just how soaked she was. The sight of him sucking his finger clean made her whimper and Taylor bit back a groan at just how good that little taste was. Not wanting to drive either of them crazy any longer, Taylor pressed one more kiss to her thigh before shifting to lick a stripe through her core. 

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Kelsey felt like she had died and gone to heaven when Taylor finally got his mouth on her. She’d enjoyed receiving oral before but it wasn’t anything like this and she didn’t think it was just from the extensive build up Taylor had done teasing her. Everything was hotter and wetter and Taylor had to pin her hips down immediately to keep her from bucking under him. And while Taylor had been decent at oral with a dental dam, clearly he had been holding back because suddenly he was doing things he certainly hadn’t done before as she’d remember if he had. 

Kelsey hadn’t known that just removing protection during oral would change things this much and it caused a question to wiggle its way into her mind of how much removing the barrier of a condom would change penetrative sex as well. It definitely wasn’t something she was ready for but the seed was planted for her to look into possible alternatives in the future. 

The feeling of Taylor’s tongue fucking into her stopped any train of thought Kelsey might have had cold in its tracks and her back arched as sparks started in her limbs and worked their way to her core. 

She was glad none of her roommates were back yet because she couldn’t fully control the moans that spilled from her mouth at the pleasure Taylor’s mouth was creating. 

It wasn’t long before Taylor sucked her soul from her body as he drew her first orgasm, his mouth on her clit. And while she expected him to stop as she moaned his name, he only doubled down, sliding two fingers inside of her to search for that spongy tissue that made up her g-spot. 

“Taylor…Taylor…oh fuck.” She whimpered as he found it, her legs shaking from the mixed stimulation of his mouth and fingers. It made her keen and it wasn’t long before a second orgasm was rushing its way through her body more intense than the first. 

“T…T…too much.” She mumbled gently trying to shove at his head. 

“One more Kels.” He mumbled against her skin, licking over her messy core. “I know you can.” 

Kelsey’s body was screaming from sensitivity but Taylor knew her almost as well as she knew herself and if he thought she had another orgasm in her, he was probably right. 

Nevertheless, his fingers slowed just curling occasionally but serving the purpose of giving her inner walls something to flex around. And though he was still eating her out like a man possessed, his actions were more intentional, where before he’d been everywhere all at once. 

Firm strokes of his tongue matched the nudge against her g-spot and Kelsey felt like a roller coaster going uphill, that click click click click as it climbed to the peak knowing that the rush was coming, sudden and fast. 

And when it did everything went hazy and warm, gushes of fluid spilling from her as she whimpered and moaned, her orgasm dragging out for what felt like minutes. When Taylor tried to lick up her fluids Kelsey mumbled for him to stop because it was now crossing the pleasure pain divide in an uncomfortable manner. 

Nodding, Taylor kissed up her thigh before sliding up the bed beside her, careful not to touch her. She looked completely blissed out and exhausted and Taylor’s hard on throbbed painfully. 

Literally he could live between her thighs if she let him, she tasted that good and felt that amazing. 

Knowing that she wasn’t going to be ready for anything more for a little while at least, Taylor pulled his dick free from his clothing and wrapped a warm hand around himself hissing in relief. He knew it wasn’t going to take much to finish himself off and after a few quick pumps, he was grunting his release as he spilled across his stomach and hand. 

“Did you just….?” Kelsey mumbled, blinking slowly as she started to come back to her body. 

“Not a big deal Kels, just rest.” Taylor assured her, his lips drifting to press against her temple. 

“But…I…” She pouted softly, looking over at where he lay next to her, dick growing soft and cum starting to dry on his stomach.

Acting on impulse she lifted a hand and swiped a finger through the trail of cum before lifting it to her mouth to taste. After all, if she was going to blow him at some point she should probably know what his cum tasted like. And it was fairly tasteless, a little bit salty but not off-putting at all. 

With Taylor turning her head, Kelsey saw him smile before he kissed her softly, his tongue swiping through her mouth letting her taste the remnants of her own fluids. Then he reached beside the bed for tissues, wiping himself clean and tucking himself back into his clothes before getting up to find a rag or some other soft item he could use to carefully clean her up when she was a little less sensitive. 

And she looked so fucking sexy all stretched out across her bed with his marks littering her skin, completely spent that Taylor couldn’t help but just watch her for a minute. 

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice scratchy from screaming. 

“Taking a mental picture of you.” He replied with a smile. Today was something he wanted to engrave into his memories because it had been so special having her show that new level of trust with him. 

Groaning, Kelsey buried her face into the pillow beside her, her cheeks flaring red because it was a lot having her boyfriend’s eyes on her like that. 

After a moment he sat beside her and leaned over to kiss her forehead. 

“Can I clean you up a bit?” He inquired. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” 

Though she nodded, Kelsey still winced a bit when he ran the washcloth through her core, wiping her clean. 

“That’s my girl.” Taylor praised softly before tossing the rag into her laundry and grabbing a t-shirt from his bag just setting it nearby in case she asked for it. 

Then he moved around to the other side of the bed, slipped under the covers and pulled her body close to him, her chest against his as he pulled the blankets over her to help keep her warm. 

“I love you Kels.” He whispered, kissing her head as he traced lines up and down her forearm as it rested on his chest. 

Neither he nor Kelsey had planned on dozing off but apparently they had because both jolted awake at the sound of a door further in the apartment slamming shut. 

Sighing, Kelsey stretched and her face crinkled. 

“I need to pee.” She mumbled, moving slowly as she tried to shift to find clothes now that at least one of her roommates was back. Shaking his head fondly, Taylor grabbed clothes for her and helped her dress before guiding her to the bathroom for her to do whatever she needed to. 

“You hungry Kels?” He asked once the door opened and she appeared beside him. 

“Little bit.” She agreed. “If you think we’re going out anywhere you’re mistaken though.” She added. “My legs still feel like jello.” 

But because she could tell that he was getting a little restless, Kelsey sighed. 

“Why don’t we order something and you can go for a walk while we’re waiting for it?” Kelsey suggested knowing it was the best option so that he didn’t get too cranky but she didn’t have to push her body in ways it was not ready for yet. 

Taylor didn’t seem to love the idea but relented and after settling back in bed, the two discussed restaurants and food before making a decision and putting an order for delivery in. 

“You should check in with your parents while you walk.” Kelsey suggested knowing that he hadn’t talked to them since arriving at her place at least. 

After Taylor left, Kelsey let her head fall back against the pillows with a smile because as much as she ached, that had been so much more than she had anticipated in the best way. After a week of feeling like she was running on empty, now the giddiness had returned and Kelsey’s soul felt full once more. 

It was crazy how she’d gone from wondering if Taylor even still cared to him essentially confessing that he wanted forever with her. 

And Kelsey was so certain he meant it which was even more terrifying and exhilarating. 

In a way she felt a little crazy because they’d only been together for two months but there was no way this was just lust or even puppy love, not when it felt so real. 

Occasionally checking her phone for the food tracking, Kelsey got up when the car was about a minute away, texting Taylor that food was basically there. 

After collecting the food, Kelsey waited close to the front door for Taylor to get back, glad that he looked a little less worked up after a 45 minute walk when he walked in. 

Settling in her room with lunch, Kelsey tossed Taylor the tv remote murmuring that he could put on a hockey game if he wanted as she curled up in bed to get some much needed food in her stomach. 

Once the food containers made their way out to the kitchen trash, thanks to Taylor, Kelsey shifted to lay on his chest again with a leg thrown over his body just cuddling and enjoying the rise and fall of it with his breathing. 

Within just a few minutes, Taylor’s hand drifted down to the back of her knee and not long after that he started stroking the skin there softly. The way in which he did it told Kelsey that it was honestly just a subconscious action, but regardless it made her toes curl. The backs of her knees had always been extra sensitive and it was something Kelsey didn’t think Taylor knew anything about. What he perceived as an innocent touch was stoking the fire regardless of how achy she was from this morning. 

And anyway, it was a general achiness, more in her legs and hips than her core itself though she was sure she was still a bit sensitive there as well. 

Nothing that made her want him inside her any less as his touch drew more arousal from her. 

Slipping a hand under Taylor’s shirt, Kelsey brushed her fingers against his stomach before sliding a palm up his chest, fingers brushing against his nipple. The soft flesh stiffened a bit at the stimulation and Kelsey licked her lips before rubbing at it more firmly, enjoying the way Taylor’s body reacted to her touch. 

After thirty seconds or so, Kelsey peeked up at Taylor checking to see if his face showed any response. 

When his eyes met hers there was almost a knowing look on his face and he shifted her over him more so that she could feel his dick straining between them. 

"You know…” Kelsey murmured softly, stroking his nipple once more. “You told me you love me two weeks ago and yet you haven't actually made love to me yet..." 

Sliding a hand behind her, Taylor carefully rolled her onto her back before hovering over her, his body between her thighs. 

"Kels, I was making love to you for weeks before I told you I love you." He murmured. 

There was the soft bluntness again that made Kelsey’s whole body go weak.  

“Well, then make love to me again.” She requested, sliding a hand over his bicep. 

Communicating with only their eyes, Taylor dipped down to kiss her softly, both of them just settling into the feeling. It wasn’t long before Kelsey was sliding her hands back under Taylor’s shirt pulling it up toward his head, needing it off his body. Taylor complied easily, tugging it off over his head before disposing of it onto her floor. His hands quickly moved for the hoodie she’d thrown on, pulling it off of her as well so that their chests were both bare against each other. 

“I love you Taylor.” Kelsey breathed as Taylor’s hips ground against hers slightly, his mouth moving over one of the marks he’d left this morning. “Now please. Get inside me.” 

She was more than sufficiently aroused and he was very obviously hard so there was really no point in waiting. 

Taylor’s grunt was also half a chuckle and he nipped at her neck before tugging her remaining clothes from her body and doing the same with his own, finally reaching over to grab a condom from her nightstand. With practiced ease, he tore the wrapper carefully and sheathed himself in the rubber. 

With one of her legs thrown over his hip, Taylor slowly pressed inside her, moving in a way that ensured she felt every inch. 

And god there was no comparison to being filled by him like this. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Taylor groaned. “Feels like you were made just for me.” Kelsey couldn’t deny the latter portion of that, after all, Taylor filled her in ways so perfect that no one else ever had. No one else had ever cared about her pleasure the way he did either. 

“Tay. Please.” She pleaded, needing him to move. 

Complying with her demands, Taylor settled into a slow, smooth rhythm, his mouth seeking hers once more. 

After that, everything went a little fuzzy, pure pleasure mixed with the love they were both pouring into it. They’d had soft sex before, yet with neither holding anything back emotionally, this was so much more. 

When her orgasm finally hit some long minutes later, Kelsey buried her head into Taylor’s shoulder, tears spilling down her cheeks. 

“I love you Kelsey.” Taylor murmured, grunting softly as his hips thrust twice more before he too finally spilled his release. Immediately, he pulled back a bit, kissing the tears from her face before ghosting his lips over hers. “My girl. For as long as you’ll have me.” 

“Gonna hold you to that.” Kelsey breathed, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck just holding him in place. 

Eventually Taylor informed her that he was going to pull out and Kelsey winced a bit as he did so, shifting off the bed to dispose of the condom before moving to help her dress so she could go pee. 

As much as she enjoyed every time they had sex, Kelsey definitely was looking forward to more times like that where it felt like so much more, the emotional connection a current stronger than she was really prepared for. She really did love him after all.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Well...

Its official, gor my first ever, full blown burn out. Decided after the fact I didn't have the energy to shower for 2 days it's time to take a little break.

I feel guilty for wanting to leave yall without anything new, fresh that maybe didn't involve an OCs dump- or to give you some stuff to enjoy and look at- but I also know it won't do much for my mental health if I don't get it in check first LOL.

Ill be kinda mute on Tumblr for a day or two, maybe expect me to post something (Probably my Mikey and Niccolo Comic) either Saturday, or late Friday- maybe Sunday?

Hope you guys don't mind and I'll see yall in the next few! My ask with still be open if you need to pop in or check, but I do have my PMs there if anyone needs to talk and get anything off their chest!

Thank you and Love you all!! 💜💜

[a2zsportsnews]

Americans Abroad Weekend Preview: Robinson, Pulisic, and more

Fulham and West Ham United are one place apart in the English Premier League table and Saturday’s London Derby could provide the spark that both teams need. Antonee Robinson should be fresh and ready to go when the Cottagers host the Hammers at Craven Cottage. The U.S. men’s national team left back was not chosen for international duty this month, given a needed break by interim head coach Mikey…

[odetteya]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚

genre : platonic

plot : what is it like being the youngest sano sibling?

warnings : english is not my native language ; violence ; fem!reader ; not proofread

note : my first time posting a piece of my writing on tumblr! <33.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

•let's start with the oldest brother, shinichiro. sorry, not sorry emma and mikey but you're shinichiro's favorite <333. there was a notable age gap between the two of you, and seeing as you came from a bad family, he treated you like his little princess; spoilt you to the core!

•he carries you around everywhere. absolutely does not let your feet touch the ground when he takes you out on play dates unless you tell him to put you down. your face is always nuzzled into his neck and 9 out of 10 times you'll fall asleep when he's carrying you and he just :((( doesn't have the heart to wake you up because you're baby <333

it was a casual saturday afternoon. shinichiro had yet again promised to take you out for ice cream and some sibling bonding time. he was carrying you on his back, skipping by the stores with a chirpy smile on his face, rambling about random nonsense to you, which was all pretty incoherent to your little mind since you didn't understand the majority of what left his mouth.

all the blather that came out of his mouth about gang activities left you drowsy, bopping your head up and done while tightly holding onto your brother's jacket. your eyelids suddenly felt like they weighed a ton.

"and then guess what? the guy actually had the nerve to try and punch baji in the face!! baji!! have you seen baji-san?? the guy must've been high or sumthin'-"

his steps came to a halt once he heard you murmuring something into the crook of his neck. he didn't bother turning around to look at you; just smiled sweetly and turned to change his course.

"alright, alright, let's go home sleepy-head. you really are just like mikey, aren't you?"

•motorbike rides at 2 am are the norm for you. yes, he's more than willing to sabotage both of your sleep schedules if you're having a nightmare and need an immediate escape for some fresh air. not many words are or have to be spoken during your harmonious nighttime escapades. the sounds of engines starting on shin's motorbike bring you more than enough tranquility.

•GOSSIP! this man loves to gossip! you'd expect emma to be the one to sit down with you and talk smack about your horrible and mean classmates behind their backs but no! in reality, it's probably shinichiro. he's so dramatic about it too, he loves that tea. probably says "spill sis" unironically. he'll listen to your 9-year-old self tittle-tattle while he toiled on his motorbikes, keeping an ear out and dropping in to comment or gasp every once in a way.

as always, the oldest shinichiro sibling was laying on the ground, tinkering with yet another motorcycle — a newfound model according to him, though it looked like a replica of the rest from your 9-year-old perspective. you never understood his mania for the automobiles. either way, he never let his hobby distract him from listening to your complaints.

"and then guess what? he accused yamada of stealing his wig! but then it turned out that miss karen actually confiscated it!! so he was lying!!"

"gasp no!!!"

"yes!"

•one topic that shinichiro is quite strict about is your diet. granted, he takes you out for ice cream every other saturday, but that's really about it. he tries to set a limit for how much junk food you eat throughout the week, albeit it's a bit strenuous seeing as mikey loved bringing trash food home (not that anyone was allowed to touch it but you always found a way into the cabinet.)

•unlike emma and mikey, shinichiro wouldn't mind you getting involved in gang life once you're a bit older. he wants to build a new age of delinquents and having family members stand by him is heartening. he is even on board with the idea of teaching you various martial arts techniques. nothing is regrettable with having a badass baby sister <33. lowkey sees you punching the living shit out of a bully in the playground and starts cheering you on while emma just shakes her head with the utmost disappointed gape.

shinichiro cheered you on, slamming his fist into the air whilst you decked the boy under you. "YES (Y/N)-CHAN, KICK HIM IN THE BALLS!!"

"Could you at least try to be a good example?!"

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲

•he's assumably the most annoying sibling to have. however, he's not all that bad, he's tolerable. albeit he's the most annoying, he is without a doubt the most overprotective and suffocating sibling — his exaggerated rules, curfews, and coddling became an apparent issue after shinichiro's passing. as he is now the oldest, mikey feels as if it's in his authority to keep you sheltered; too sheltered. I mean, honestly, some of the ground rules he sets for you are just incomprehensible, even emma and draken are against them!! and the worst part is that he acts as if he doesn't care what you're up to but it's so obvious that he cares a little too much!!

mikey was standing his ground in front of you, towering over you with his arms crossed. he was staring dead straight into your soul, a mixed look of disappointment and anger plastered on his face. he was certainly mad at you for breaking your outlandish curfew.

"I can't believe you're late, we talked about this! you're supposed to be home by 15:20!!"

you couldn't help but stomp your legs and fuss over his unfair restrictions and the horrendous ground rules he forces you to comply with. "how am I supposed to be at home by 15:20 if I finish my school activities at 16:00, you dumbass?!"

"she has a point. leave her alone, mikey." emma poked her head from around the corner to chime in.

•mikey's the type of sibling that can only express his feelings via actions; he's just not all that good at conveying his feelings with words so he does it with actions and it's quite honestly the cutest thing e v e r <3333 if he sees you coming home from school crying, he'll tiptoe into your bedroom and slide some of his beloved snacks underneath your pillow <333 then claim that it was not him. if you're crying next to him? headpats!! many of them!! awkwardly pushes your head into the crook of his neck as he gently rubs your head <333

•the founding toman members??? bestowed by your presence. they adore you <33 they love you more than mikey, to be honest. always ask you to tag along with them to mikey's dismay. would commit mass genocide for you, not gonna lie. and if a rival gang had the audacity to lay a single finger on you? it's an all-out war at this point, really. each founding member has a special place in your heart. baji takes anywhere you want on his motorbike, like your own personal driver! mitsuya is just a sweetheart <333 brings you snacks and gives the best hugs!! pah-chin? you were pretty terrified of him at the beginning but you'll later come to find out that he's actually a gentle giant. very caring and many headpats are given out! draken is, in a way, your sibling. he's very close and dear to your family, so more on him later! kazutora never talked with you much, but he certainly was handsome and having the fortune of seeing him up close was a privilege <33

mikey was standing outside your grandfather's aged dojo, leaning on his bike with baji, draken, kazutora, mitsuya, and pah-chin circling him. they seemed to be getting ready to head out somewhere. they were chuckling amongst themselves; seeming carefree.

you were sitting on the stairs near the dojo's entrance, keeping your knees to yourself and resting your chin atop of them, peeping on them whilst letting out sighs every other moment. honestly, you wished you could just go out with them and experience japan in all its glory in the dead of night. lucky for you, it seemed like a certain lilac-haired boy noticed your slumped state sitting pitifully atop the concrete stairs and began waving over at you.

"(y/n)-chan!! come ride with us!!"

all the other boys excluding mikey began waving over at you as well, some of them greeting you with a casual, "good afternoon, (y/n)-chan!" and a hint of a cheerful smile on their lips. obviously, you bounced up and skipped gleefully. quite obviously, you accepted the offer. who would turn down an innovation to an eternal night of carefree freedom spent with a group of beloved delinquent boys?

•he is very hostile to the idea of you joining toman and physically will not allow you to join. he isn't even open to discussion when it comes to this topic. or at least he wasn't at the start. he falters eventually and allows you to join, though a fight did ensue. I do believe that in order for him to falter and allow you to join, an incident will have to occur in which mikey first-hand catches a glimpse of you fighting somebody from a rival gang and actually holding your ground better than most.

mikey was waiting outside of your middle school whilst leaning on his motorbike, arms crossed and lollipop melting in his mouth. a slight furrow between his brows as he stared pointedly at your school's entrance gates. you keep pestering him all day and calling him, complaining about how you were too tired to walk hope because of your livid PE teacher, and that you desperately needed a ride home or your poor legs would collapse. he was annoyed but complied nonetheless. he would rather waste his time driving you home than get an earful from emma.

he was starting to get impatient. his eyes kept hurriedly scanning the surrounding land of the school until he noticed a familiar set of (h/c) locks. a set of (h/c) locks that were being pulled by some low-life loser of a kid. the dude was distinctly harassing you — trying to get on your last nerve. he was following right behind you, pulling your locks, murmuring some futile bullcrap to his a$shole of friends, calling you names as you continued to walk in a straight and sharp line, but everyone could see by your facial expression that you were a single letter away from losing your cool and snapping — everyone but the boys behind you.

mikey was furious and it took less than a second for him to pull the lollipop out of his mouth and start marching towards the group of twats to teach them a well-deserved lesson; you don't mess with manjiro sano's baby sister — ever.

"hey!! you little sh!ts, don't touch he- huh?!"

it all happened too quickly. hell, even mikey himself didn't catch a full glimpse of what happened. all he and everyone else in the surrounding area knew was that the boy who was once behind you was now under you, your fist in his face and legs straddling him so he couldn't go nowhere.

"holy sh!t, (y/n)-chi!! way to go!!"

at that point, he genuinely considered your request to join toman.

•gets super jealous when draken treats you like his own little sister like?? he genuinely, asks you if you're replacing him with that adorable angry pout on his face like >:C. even if you tell him to rest assured because he'll always be your no.1 big brother, he still hmphs childishly and stomps away while mumbling to himself. you do find it sweet though, ot truly shows that he cares!

•hand-me-downs from mikey!! there's a big chance that you are taller than emma (despite her being older than you) but shorter than mikey, so your hand-me-downs are all from him. he has many hoodies and basketball caps that down fit him anymore so he just barges into your room every once in a while and throws a pile of his old clothes on your bed and they smell like him no matter how often you wash them which is nice <333 by the way, he also steals your perfume because he thinks it smells better than cologne.

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•big sis? more like therapist!! emma's a busy girl but she will never hesitate to put everything aside to spend time with you when you truly need it. hell, even if she was out somewhere nice with her friends, she'll leave and come home immediately if you call her with a distressed voice. her heart aches every time she hears you sob or whimper in any way and she might not be the most capable of fighters, but she will never hesitate to throw hands to keep you protected. she will hold run her hand softly through your hair and will allow you to use her thighs as your comfort pillow, placing kisses atop your head time and time again.

•she's the reason you haven't lost your head yet because of mikey's antics. she keeps him in line and yells at him whenever he starts nagging you so much. she also picks up your mood very well and can easily tell when you need some time to yourself. she's aware of your boundaries and will not pester or provoke you. if you need some comfort and cuddles, her arms are always open for you but she will not approach you first in fear of irritating you. she'll wait for you to open up yourself to her. telling mikey to get off your back when you're in a bad mood is yet another routinely matter between you siblings.

"good mornin'..."

mikey had just gotten up from his deep slumber, dragging his dirty blankie behind him. he plopped himself down next to you, and since he was still half-asleep, his head was slumped down on your shoulder. even when you tried nudging him off, the stubborn idiot wouldn't get off you, causing emma to chime in.

"mikey, get off your sister! she's trying to eat!"

"thanks, em."

•does your hair every morning! if you have short hair, she will still manage to make it look adorable as heck! if you have longer hair, she'll style it in a new way every single morning! she does your makeup as well, but only if you want her to. it does take her a while though, so she makes you wake up early. you appreciate the gesture, but you also happen to appreciate your beauty sleep.

•she forces you to go shopping with her on the weekends because she trusts your opinions and fashion sense. makes you try on outfits and takes like 200 pictures of you and posts them on all of her social media which is either a blessing or a curse, depending on how socially anxious you are. but <3 she gives you such a confidence boost <33 tells you that you look like a damn queen and will gladly pay for any clothes you want. obviously, she wants her baby sister to be as fashionable as she is <333

•DRAKEN!! adores you!! and in a sense, feels a bit terrible for you. he knows your siblings are sweet as sugar but can surely be a handful. he really keeps your siblings in check which you've gotta appreciate. many hair ruffles are given by him <33 many. you can't wait for the day he marries your sister because you know he can bring a good amount of normality and sanity into your crazy family that is one step away from driving you insane.

"draken-kun, you're here!"

emma had just gotten home from grocery shopping and brought a surprise with her — draken-kun, your favorite tall blondie. having him come to your estate is like a breath of fresh air.

"key, kid!"

his hand reaches down to ruffle your hair, smirking while doing so. his entire hand is the size of your head yet his demeanor is so gentle. you couldn't wait for the day he would marry your emma.

[cheesus-doodles]

Family

another short drabble on Muggle!Reader's adventures in Hogwarts - sorry yall i know i promised yan plato toman but my brain just got super super stuck on it, so i will be attempting to do a drop on both friday and saturday instead! meanwhile please do enjoy this short drabble~

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Recommended Readings: Sorting Ceremony

Masterlist

tw: yandere

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"What a pretty little thing." You didn't think it was directed at you at first. Coming out of the blue from behind you, where just moments ago had been a completely deserted corridor, you nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand grabbed your shoulder.

The dry draft rattled old, rusty hinges as you spun around, the afternoon sunlight filtering through old castle windows casting thin beams of light that illuminated otherwise dark corridors. And it was on the bleach blond hair and tan skin of a boy dressed in robes you had never seen before that the light fell onto, his striking orchid eyes already locked squarely onto yours.

"Don't ignore me." Releasing his grip on your shoulders, you had instantly back-pedalled a few steps, the click of your shoes against the stone floor resounding several times before your back hit the wall, delicate fingers tightening around the tomes in your arms. Like a deer caught in headlights, you had only managed to hold eye contact with him for the merest of moments, just long enough for him to glimpse the surprise in your eyes before your gaze dropped once more. Definitely shy, Izana mused to himself, noting the shaking of your arm that had visibly intensified as he took a step forward, his shadow overcasting you against the light of day.

"Mikey said I shouldn't talk to strangers." Came your reply from under your breath, the softest whisper Izana had ever heard. If you weren't already face to face with him, your gentle voice might have been mistaken for just the whistling of the breeze, the same one that seeped in through cracks in the window sills, bringing in the fresh, cold mountain air. Meek, was another word that he mentally added to his list.

"Can't speak to your own cousin?" One finger gently slipped under your chin was all he needed to lift your face to meet his, even though your gaze still seemed fixated on a imaginary speck on the floor. "Izana, of the Sano family."

And that was all it took to have your doe eyes flicker up to him, widening even as your cute little lips dropping into an o. You even stopped shaking in your boots for a moment, though that quickly resumed once you had processed the new information. So Mikey never told you about his family, it seemed. About him.

"I - " Your mouth continued to form words even though you never spoke any, your mind churning as hard as your stomach. What should you do?

It was one of the big no-nos - Mikey had outright forbid you from ever telling anyone else that you weren't actually related to him. Not that you would, of course, the consequences of being caught as a Muggle in Hogwarts of all places too great. But here you were, trapped between your self-proclaimed cousin and a hard place. You could feel the tears already starting to well up, your knuckles turning white around your books. What to do?

"I know." Thumb delicately tracing your bottom lip, the fear in your quaking eyes was a refreshing look for Izana. You didn't fear him - not in the way that the others did at least. Far from it, the only thing you were afraid was of him exposing you for what you were.

Shy, meek and innocent. Mikey really found the perfect little pet.

"Hands off, Izana." The blast of red from behind him that barely missed his head indicated that his time was up, the magic jingling his earrings before splashing harmlessly against the wall behind you.

The toss of your hair that caught and glimmered in the sun as you immediately fled his grip for the safety of Mikey's arms looked almost like a halo. A small smirk found its way onto Izana's usually blank face as he watched you bury your face into the younger Sano's robes, Mikey's dull black eyes meeting his gaze easily, wand loosely held in hand. A clear threat, one that he didn't feel like dealing with at the moment. There would be better opportunities for those, after all.

"Be seeing you around, Mikey." The swirl of his Durmstrang robes signalled the end of his little encounter like a silent bell, Izana leaving in the opposing direction, hands lightly locked behind his back.

You were too adorable for your own good, was his assessment, the Sano family magic still tingling in his blood as he rounded the corner and out of sight from you. Would you clutch desperately on to his robes like you did to Mikey's once he broke you? Would your shining eyes still hold that innocence that he saw glistening in its depths?

The tanned boy could only wonder to himself, as he broke out into the light of the blazing afternoon sun from the shadows of Hogwarts centuries-old corridors, what kind of look your quaking eyes would hold once he got his hands on you.

[wheelcr]

ok but i really just wanna thank @baby-ditzzy again for the idea of a stranger things fairy me au because it's the best thing to ever happen to me this entire week ilysm

basically i was going for a super tinkerbell - esque vibe? so i scripted in that i was born from a pretty honeysuckle! the whole being kidnapped and captured until my escape from hawkins lab was a whole rollercoaster okay, dr brenner and his employees are a bunch of fucking dimwits ( especially the guy who was in charge of my food who always made everything too salty despite knowing my senses are like heightened cause i'm so small )

it wasn't all that hard to escape to be honest it was just that during one of my training sessions, the workers were closing my chamber like 0.05 seconds too slow, which allowed me to zoom past the super super tiny crack and out to my freedom. you don't need to ask how i managed to outrun all those big people!

me and mikey met on a warm saturday afternoon, when the rest of the family went to buy groceries, nancy out to hang out with some friends, leaving the middle child to himself. now, i'd like to mention that it's not uncommon for some fey to have a strong scent of a certain food or plant, and it just so happened that i was born smelling like fresh brownies!!

i had no solid shelter since escaping, and i was really just looking around the wheeler house! i saw a window on the second floor that was left slightly open and wanted to explore a bit, and there was nothing stopping me. there were a few dollies that i pranced around and played with, but eventually i got bored and moved out of the door and skimmed through most of the rooms until finally flying my way down to the kitchen for hopefully a few snackies

i had my whole arm in a jar of cookies, trying to reach the one at the very top, until i heard like footsteps coming from behind me, and before i knew it i was face - to - face with a pretty doe eyed boy

"well you're definitely not a brownie"

[aceofbooks-creative-anthologies]

Rindou Haitani: #divorced; Saturday afternoons are usually spent cleaning the club from Friday night, and getting it prepared for whatever themed event he's cooked up for the weekend. Our "legally obligated" dates are during the work week to appease our overlord Ran Haitani.

We're not usually together on rainy days. The weather just seems to follow our schedule that way.

Mikey Sano: When we're good, we spend Saturday sleeping. Just all of Saturday. Not getting out of bed until like 5 or 6 PM. And then we'll make breakfast for dinner, and get cozy on the couch to watch bad reality tv for the rest of the evening.

On rainy days, even when we're fighting, he's picking me up from my office and taking me for a ride on his bike. It's not safe for him to be on the track, but the rain fills him with nervous energy, so the bike ride is necessary.

Keisuke Baji: Saturday afternoons are reserved for study dates. Because of my work/class schedule, and his class/work schedule, we don't get a lot of time together on weekdays. We work on assignments together (I'm getting a master's in business administration, he's working on his master's in veterinarian medicine) until like 6 or 7, and then we get on his bike and find a restaurant we haven't eaten at before for dinner.

Rainy days are spent at his pet store, cuddling all the animals 🥰

Takashi Mitsuya: It depends on the weekend, to be honest. Once a month we take a three-day weekend to go explore a new location so that he can get inspiration for his designs. Sometimes it's a hotel on the other side of the city; sometimes it's going into the mountains or down to the ocean; other times we're flying to another country! All other Saturdays we spend with his family. Sometimes that's taking Luna and Mana out for the day, other times it's doing house chores.

Rainy days are spent playing dress up. He takes me to the studio, and he's draping me in fabrics, or pining mock-ups in place, or dancing with me in the final version of a pre-market piece. And at the end of the day, he surprises me with a piece that he made just for me 🥹 And depending on the piece, we might go out for dinner or order take out to the studio and do ~other things~ 😵‍💫

This got long so everyone else is under the cut:

Hawks: If Hawks and I don't have a shift AND I don't have any school stuff going on AND there hasn't been some catastrophic emergency, we spend Saturdays playing Mario Kart and eating junk food.

Rainy days (if there isn't other things going on) are spent sleeping. But they're naps rather than full on sleeping. We often move locations throughout his apartment throughout the day.

Shouta Aizawa: He usually has a shift Friday night, so we sleep in for a while on Saturdays (like 2 or 3). And then we go to a farmer's market or just something generally outside. Saturdays are also when all the kids (and Hizashi) come home for dinner! There's our five, but they usually bring friends or when they're older, partners and their children so there's usually never less than 10 people around our table.

Rainy days (assuming there's no school etc. etc) we spend all morning making a pot of soup/stew with fresh ingredients and then put on some music and quietly do our own hobbies or needs while it simmers on the stove. At some point I usually want to take a bath and 98% of the time he'll join me.

Oboro Shirakumo: #dead; We were still students, so Saturdays were study dates. I'd helped him with his language and literature classes, and he'd let me experiment on him with my newest support gear (like 50% of the gear was for him anyway).

Rainy days, if we weren't in school, we usually found an arcade to spend the day in.

Sukehiro Yami: Saturdays usually mean Magna and Luck are fighting before we get out of bed. Once that's handled, there's always chores to be done and magic skills to train up and improve. Sometimes we'll say 'fuck it' and take all the kids to the beach, or to the capital, and just let them run amok.

Rainy days we try to sleep in for as long as possible. Protocol is that Henry and Finral take anyone that's misbehaving and a) lock them up in a separate part of the house (Henry) or b) yeet them into some other part of the kingdom with their broom (Finral). Eventually we do get up, and Yami (begrudingly) helps me host a talent show for the kids (though somehow the word always gets out, and we end up with more than just the Black Bulls). We invite Jack the Ripper and William Vangeance over as impartial judges.

Fuegoleon Vermillion: Saturdays usually involve some party or tea or whatever else royal duties there are that must be attended to. We often steal five minutes here and ten minutes there between events to be together, but there are some Saturdays where we don't see each other at all.

Rainy days are precious in the Vermillion household, and they are spent playing games as a whole family. Mereoleona always comes in looking like a drowned rat from whatever corner of the world she was in.

Keishin Ukai: Saturdays are for volleyball. Morning and evening practice. Time in between is spent either at the store or at the farm.

Rainy days are for volleyball. Though, we usually try to do more 'fun' drills for the guys rather than regular practice.

(We don't take a vacation or a day off until we've been married for five years. It's a whole thing.)

Koushi Sugawara: Saturdays are for catching up. Both literally, like catching up on chores, but also emotionally, talking about our week etc. We find chores that either require both of us, or can be done separately but in the same room, and just talk. I have all the neighborhood gossip, and he has his students to vent about.

Rainy days are for walks. We put on our raincoats and boots and take a nice quiet stroll through our neighborhood. We take turns jumping in puddles to splash each other, but he will grab me and hold me tight as a car drives by so that his back gets the brunt of the soaking.

Daichi Sawamura: Saturdays depend on his schedule at the fire house. But when he's home, we go to the gym together for a few hours and spend the rest of the day outside. Even if there's a foot of snow on the ground.

Rainy days he's not usually home because there's more emergency calls so he's called into work even if it's not his shift 😔 I try to keep myself busy, so I don't worry too much about him being in danger.

Ryuunosuke Tanaka: best friend/ex-boyfriend!Tanaka and middle school boyfriend!Tanaka and I spend Saturdays AND Rainy days exactly the same. Volleyball practice and then video games on the couch at his place. As adults, I get custody of him once a month on a Saturday to do more of the same.

Senkuu Ishigami: Saturday is debate day. Has been since we were in primary school. It's the only way we can get anything done during the week. Arguments that go on for more than 10 minutes and are not life or death get tabled and resume on Saturday for however long it takes.

Rainy days are used for reviewing notes and doing all the chores we neglected to do before. He goes over my transcriptions of his notes and makes sure that there are no mistakes 🙄 and that he understands what I've written. He works in thirty minutes intervals: 30 min for notes, 30 min for chores, etc.

Ryuusui Nanami: Saturdays are the only days I let him take me out on the boat because I get sea sick if we go too far from shore. So we're up before the sun rises and don't get back until long after it has set.

Rainy days are spent cuddled up on the couch reading.

Hyouma Chigiri: Saturdays he has practice early in the morning, and I'm usually still in bed by the time he gets home. So he showers and crawls back under the covers with me. The rest of the day is very slow and calm. Drinking tea, cuddling, reading together, etc.

Rainy days we actually play a trivia game that we've made up together. We pick five words to describe a book, none of which can be the title, author, or genre, and we have to guess what the book is. We do this for hours. We escalate the difficultly by intentionally picking books that the other hasn't read, but we've talked about with them.

Laxus Dreyar: Saturdays we go help Mira Jane and Makarov with guild hall. Bookkeeping, maintenance, repairs, whatever. Assuming everything goes well, we then get dinner in town with the rest of the Thunder Legion.

Rainy days are spent training. Lightning Dragon Slayer blah blah blah. I don't even need to be there, and yet I'm shivering my ass off just to spend time with him.

Please, tell me, what activity do you and beau do on Saturday afternoon? Or on a rainy day inside??

With Husband, it's a lot of sleeping in (cuddling and dozing on his part, I'm still passed out 😂) until like 1 or 2. Sometimes we do housework, but most of the time we'll play video games together. That goes one of two ways: a co-op game (we have a BG3 campaign together; Enshrouded is one of my favorite games of all time, and we have several servers dedicated to it) or we're in the same room, but playing different games (I'm doing a 100% run of Horizon Zero Dawn, and he's been playing Helldivers 2 and ARK: Survival Ascended with his friends).

A lot of the time, our D&D campaign is on Saturday as well!

On rainy days we might do video games, but we're also just as likely to play a board game (or Magic: The Gathering), or binge-watch a show together.

I will reblog this to @aceofbooks-creative-anthologies to talk about my selfships 🩶

[heroofpenamstan]

—OC PROFILES: JOANNE & MICHAEL

tagged by the lovelies: @shallow-gravy​, @shellibisshe​, @belorage​, @honeysides​, @strafethesesinners​, @faithchel​, @blissfulalchemist​! thank you, dears! x since i’m tragically late to the party as per usual, not going to be tagging anyone since i assume most of my mutuals have done it, but if you want to go right ahead and tag me too so i can see! :”)) also, fair warning: 80% of the questions i answered at ungodly hours overmedicated on paracetamol and it shows because re-reading this in the morning was a Yikes

GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

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four letters.

a/n: 1/10 of stories I was initially hesitant to post. not glorifying adultery, just an idea i got from this song.

part: 1/3

pairing: miguel galindo x elena

warnings: themes of adultery. not really smut in this part, it's literally a paragraph?

summary: they met when Miguel's family would visit during the summer. each summer vacation was a mixture of stolen glances and moments. time has passed, and summers are no longer theirs. every time he leaves Mexico, he leaves her with a promise. one day he'll be hers--and only hers. years in and Elena must decide if what she feels for Miguel is love, or something else.

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Diamonds.

Universally, they represent love. A promise of commitment. A priceless gift you give the woman who has your heart. A gift with the power to project the facade of happiness. A gift with the power to distract even the most intelligent woman from her man’s past mistakes.

And for that reason, diamonds are Miguel’s favorite gift to give.

Each call to his jeweler inspires a substantial chunk of change and a customized gift. The said gift is invariably dressed in a black velvet box, sealed with a golden ribbon. Delivered to an office in Sinaloa on the same day, always two months apart.

Always accompanied with a neatly penned note. A date, time, and location. Short and to the point, signed M.

It arrives two days before him. The need to reschedule, or the mention of a conflict in scheduling, never allowed.

Each delivery carries the same false promise.

One day, my love.

This time, his promise comes in emerald green.

Pressed and shaped into glimmering flowers to accent the black dress she wears. Although the dress itself is a beautiful work of art, fitting as though it was designed just for her, no one is focused on Elena’s dress.

Their focus is on the dollar sign hanging from her neck. It’s impossible to miss. Only so many people, in Sinaloa, could afford such a beautiful piece. With her long dark locks pinned, to rest at the top of her head, Miguel’s necklace is on full display. Paired with her beauty, it is distracting. So distracting, no one notices the matching hairpins.

"You look beautiful as always."

Her heart flutters. A soft smile brightens Elena's face as a familiar warmth trickles down her spine.

A soft kiss ghosts the curve of her shoulder, Miguel's smile coming to rest against her cheek.

“I see my gift suits you well.” His touch lingers against the curve of her neck, pausing to trace the petal of an emerald flower. The smile on his lips is one of admiration, his playful eyes briefly lifting to meet hers. “It seems you’ve attracted the attention of the entire restaurant.”

“Don’t sound too surprised, Mr. Galindo.” Elena’s eyes roll, the grin on her lips causing his to grow. “You’re acting as if this is something new. People always stare at me.”

“Trust me, I know. It's not something I particularly enjoy."

“Too bad,” Elena smiles, lifting her glass of wine to her lips. “I like it when people stare at me, and you are late. You’re lucky I didn’t leave with someone else.”

“Nicholas…” Miguel reads from the baby pink card.

The question in his tone is barely audible, bogged down by something Elena has never heard--at least not from Miguel. It is hard for her to pinpoint. But as she pushes her heels aside, she’s almost certain it is jealousy.

She rounds the corner to find Miguel standing in the center of her kitchen. He has stripped himself of his jacket the white fabric draped carelessly across the back of a nearby stool. His back remains to her as she crosses the room. He does not turn to acknowledge her, even after she drops her purse to the countertop before him.

His focus is no longer on the message.

Ellie. Congratulations on the promotion. We should celebrate. Until then--enjoy your favorites. x Nicholas.

His attention has shifted to the vase of lilies and peonies. A mixture of pinks, white, and corals. A fresh take from the white roses Miguel typically sends.

"These are your favorites?" His thumb gently rubs the petal of a lily. His brow arches as he glances in her direction. "How come you never said anything?"

Elena's eyes lift from the hairpins resting in her palm. Shaking her curls loose, she lets off a tiny shrug.

"The roses are always very beautiful, Miguel." Standing on her toes, she places a kiss against his cheek. "I really appreciate them. You know that."

The words of reassurance are not enough to divert his attention. The soft kiss she leaves against his cheek earns her a glance.

“I didn’t realize you were...seeing anyone.”

“You mean, aside from the man who only comes to see me when his schedule allows?” The slight roll of her eyes tightens Miguel’s jaw. “Because that would be ridiculous.”

She ignores his expression, reaching around him to retrieve the card. She returns it to its original resting place.

“It’s not ridiculous,” Miguel states this as if it is a fact. “Not when you spent the last hour talking about us over dinner--.”

She can’t stop it. The laugh she releases silences Miguel. It is not a sound typically directed at him. It is a sound that makes his skin crawl, eats at him deep inside. Sparks the need to prove himself. It's a feeling he's hated his entire life.

“I’m sorry,” Elena clears her throat, the smile remaining on her lips as he focuses his scowl in the direction of the lilies. “It’s just. I thought we didn’t do that.”

Miguel chooses not to respond. Instead, he focuses on undoing his cuffs. He knows she’s right.

They don’t do that--share personal details about their lives. Or probe for them. In fact, at this point, they’re typically already undressed--the idea of talking about their lives the last thing on their minds.

Elena watches Miguel’s gaze return to the bouquet. They study the flowers before passing over the darkened living room. Searching for other intrusions, signs of another man, that were not here during his last appearance.

“Come on, Mikey,” she sings softly. The warmth of her palms brings his gaze to hers. “Did you come all the way here just to ruin my weekend?”

The corner of his lips turns up. His gaze drops, following the path of Elena’s touch. It drifts down the chest of his shirt pausing to undo the buttons.

“Because I thought you came because you missed me. Isn't that what you said on the phone?” Her lips press against the curve of his jaw, her smile growing as his lips instinctively move to meet hers. She giggles, turning to grind back against him. “So, show me how much you missed me.”

His response is immediate, his hands pressing into the curves of her hips. The weight of his chest pressing her body forward and towards the closest stable surface. With her heels abandoned, her weight shifts to her toes. She stumbles forward in a clumsy attempt at maintaining her balance. She gasps as the chill of the marble countertop presses against the heat of her cheek. A perfect contrast to the hot and heavy hands pushing up the skirt of her dress. Their first exchange is always the same. Quick and messy. Both focused solely on satisfying the need that has built up in their time apart. The note is fresh in his mind and fuels his movements. Bruise his fingers into her hips, leaves her breathless as he sets a pace that nearly splits her open.

Elena can feel the warmth of her cheeks slowly creeping throughout her body as she concentrates on the task at hand.

"What?"

Instead of lifting her gaze, to meet the ones watching her every move, she tries for a second time to tug down the zipper of her dress.

Miguel doesn't speak. Instead, he motions for her to turn around.

The silence, which falls over the darkened kitchen, is a part of the routine. One that lasts long enough for their pulses to taper off. For their highs to drift away, opening their minds to reality.

Elena focuses on the glow of moonlight on the marble before her.

She breaks the silence, her words soft as she tries to press out any sign of hopefulness in her voice. Sounding eager about any aspect of their arrangement has never turned out good.

"Are you leaving tonight?"

The room is quiet, Miguel's fingers pausing for the briefest of seconds. He shifts forward, ducking down to allow his lips to press a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

"Not tonight." A soft smile finds his lips as she glances over her shoulder at him. "It's your birthday tomorrow. I wouldn't miss it."

She can't suppress the smile that spreads across her face as his lips press against her cheek. His eyes drop to the watch on his wrist as she turns to face him.

“Looks like we got two hours before it's officially Saturday," he chuckles as her arms wrap around his neck.

"Is it too early to start with my birthday demands?"

His response is a soft kiss, his hand drifting to the nape of her neck. It's a kiss that melts her body into his, knotting his fingers in the softness of her hair. By the time he’s pulled away, her pulse is unsteady. His lips brush against her forehead, his touch lingering against her skin before he takes a step back.

"I'll start the bath." He grins, his eyes drifting towards the wine across the room. “Get a bottle or two, and join me.”

“I’ll be up in a minute.”

Her eyes close as his lips press against her forehead. They remain closed as she listens to his footsteps track through the quiet house. They soon fade out as he reaches the top of the steps, and Elena allows her eyes to open.

Her breath catches, her teeth tugging at her lip as her fingers gently brush against her neck. She finds herself standing before the mirror at the base of her steps. Her eyes pass over her reflection, lingering on her disheveled curls, the flush of her cheeks, her swollen lips, the hazy green glow from the moonlit flowers against her skin.

Her fingers comb through her hair, gathering the locks and pushing them over her shoulder. Unlatching the clasp, she carefully places the necklace on the countertop. She leaves it alongside the emerald hairpins. The breath she takes is deep. Her lungs hold the air until they begin to burn. With the weight of her necklace gone her shoulders fall, feeling weightless, as she exhales.

The excitement of his admission bubbles in her stomach, her hands clasping together as she forces herself to take a second breath. This time, as she excels, the excitement slowly deflates.

Getting your hopes up is foolish, Ellie.

Elena turns and crosses the dark kitchen in search of wine.

She retrieves two wine glasses from the cabinet. She pauses, elbows resting against the countertop, as she studies the bottles of wine on display against the cream backsplash. Her fingers stop short of her bottle of choice as a faint jingle fills the quiet room.

Abandoning the task at hand, Elena naturally retrieves her purse. The rose gold iPhone she finds inside is silent, screen pitch black. The ringing is louder now. Her head turns, her brow furrowing, as she looks towards the white jacket draped across the back of the stool to her right.

There is a brief moment of hesitation. A voice of warning--telling her "leave it"--in the back of Elena's mind as she reaches for the jacket.

A silence falls over the room--a blessing in disguise. It is her out. The reminder for Elena to adhere to the promise she made herself the moment she met Miguel Galindo.

Never snoop--never bite off more than you can chew.

What is the saying about curiosity?

With the touch of her finger, the screen illuminates. It reveals a missed call from Emily Galindo. It is not the name that gives Elena pause, but the photo behind the notification. A photo Elena has never seen or anticipated. A photo that breaks the fantasy Elena has spent the evening willingly participating in.

The fantasy typically lasts a few more hours. The one where they both pretend Miguel doesn’t have another life he has built outside of her. A life Miguel's never provided insight into. A life Elena has never asked--nor searched--for details on.

Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t have been blindsided by what all his life across the border entails.

The round brown eyes staring back at her own are innocent. Accompanied by a head of dark curls and soft cheeks. The blue top the infant wears matches Miguel’s jacket.

Miguel wears a smile--a distinct smile. The smile wore by every proud father.

One day, my love. I just need time.

The soft plea echos through her mind. It is the same he has whispered each departure when she has asked him to stay--even if just for an hour longer.

Time.

It’s all he’s ever needed. And all she has given.

The arrival of a message paints Elena’s kitchen in a blue glow--breaking her haze of confusion surrounding this new revelation.

Hope you made it safely. Call me when you’re settled. Love you.

Elena's stomach tightens as she rereads the message.

She jumps, her body scrambling to catch the phone as it nearly slips through her fingers. Miguel’s voice drifts down the stairs.

“Need help picking the wine?”

“No--it’s okay. I'm coming.” Elena shakes her head, returning the phone to its original place. She replaces the phone with two wine glasses, mindlessly grabbing the closest bottle.

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Chapter eight: Party 

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, underage drinking, partying, mentions of weed, hints at sexual actions, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, vomiting If I missed anything please let me know .

Word Count 1.2k

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Y/n POV 

Walking in the front door of Hanamaki’s smoke instantly hit our faces. Hanamaki was seen in the living room standing on the coffee table chugging down a 26 ounce bottle of smirnoff ice well some others cheered him on. Matsukawa was smoking a joint on the couch with a girl under his arm as they watched Hanamaki. The monsters may be the most freighting group in school but Hanamaki was known for his weekly parties Saturday nights. 

Walking into the house more and arriving in what looked like a second living room, Terushima was seen on the couch making out with one girl as three more sat around them watching. Kyotani was behind them about to start a fist fight with an unexpectant second year who spilled some beer on his shirt.

We finally made it into the kitchen where Tendou was standing and mixing drinks at the counter. 

“We lost your sister.” Tsukishima spoke up finally. 

“She probably ran off with Oikawa already.” Shirabu replied.

“Hey babe! Glad you could make it.” Tendou spoke passing me a drink. 

“Gross, I didn’t come here for you.” I placed the drink he gave to me back on the counter. 

“SHIRABU YOU CAME!” Bokuto ran right up to him. Behind him was Kuroo resting in the doorway. Shirabu rolled his eyes. 

“What do you want?” He asked him unamused. 

“Come meet my friends!!” He grabbed Shirabu’s arm and started to drag him into the room he came from. 

“Tendou, do you have any shots?” I asked the man who was still standing too close for comfort. 

“4 shots coming up.” He poured the shots as the remaining group I arrived with picked up the glasses. 

“Oh I don’t drink.” Yamaguchi spoke in almost a whisper to us. 

“Come on Yams, just one.” Tsukishima said, putting it in his hand. He took it as tendou raised his glass. He raised it to us and we all took a shot. 

“Tsuki is that you?! Did you finally take up my invitation?” A girl shouted from somewhere in one of the surrounding rooms. 

“Fuck, I got to run before she sees its actually me.” He said right before he disappeared into a large crowd. Tendou looked at Yamaguchi and raised his eyebrows. Fear visible in his eyes as he spoke up. 

“I am going to go find Tsuki and make sure he's okay.” With that he scampered off. 

“Looks like it's just us babe.”  I looked at him with disgust as I picked up another shot. It seemed he poured it while Tsukishima and Yamaguchi left. I was quick to down it. 

“I’m leaving.” I left quickly into the large crowd I had seen my friends all disappear into earlier…

Oikawa Pov 

Pushing around the crowd I was searching for Mei. She texted me that she was here already. Thanks to the party setting I figured tonight was my chance. Many girls had stopped me on the way by asking for a dance and some even more. I walked back outside to find Atsumu and Iwaizumi playing beer pong. 

“Hey come join us!” Atsumu yelled. I walked over to the table as I saw Mei and called her over to join. 

The night continued on while we all hung out. It was finally just the two of us as we headed into what seemed to be an office room on the first floor. She was looking around the room from the couch. I placed my hand on Mei’s face as she blushed. We both moved in closer and as our lips were just about to touch. The door had swung open as Mei and I pulled back to see Iwaizumi standing there. 

“Dude y/n is fucking drunk as shit, you got to come and see this.” Mei stood up and rushed from the room. 

“Iwa-chan! I was so close to getting a kiss!” I said as I followed him from the room. 

Tendou’s POV 

I spent most of the night chasing down y/n. She picked up shot after shot, eventually losing her after she disappeared outside in a crowd. I took a break after finding Maki and Mattsun. I drank some more as they laughed and smoked. Kyotani eventually joined us with dried up blood all over his knuckles and shirt. We just assumed it was someone who probably dumped shit on him again. Just as Maki pulled out a new joint someone busted into the backyard shouting, 

“YO Y/N IS SO FUCKING DRUNK!” I stood up and headed into where he came from.  

There she was, in the dining room, dancing on top of the table. All around cat calls were yelled in every direction. Terushima was close by as he yelled up at her to take her shirt off. 

“HEY!” I yelled. The yelling stopped as everyone turned in my direction. “GET THE FUCK OUT UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE ON THE MONSTERS LIST.” The room cleared out really fast as Y/n looked down at me. 

“Oh Tendou, why are you destroying the fun?” She asked, her voice was slurred as she went to step off the table. She misplaced her footing as she began to fall. I reached out and caught her just in time. 

“Fuck y/n, have you ever drank this much before?” I asked. She laughed as her response. Just as we began to stand up she began to look sick. 

“I think I am going to-” She puked. All over Maki’s floor. I let out a deep sigh, 

“Alright, let’s get you home.” 

“I-i-i gotta grab meiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” She slurred out. 

“Don’t worry, I'll get your friends to take her.” I got her into my car as I remembered I had no idea where she left. 

“So y/n, where do you live?” 

“In a house.” 

“Where is your house?” 

“On a streeeeeet.” 

“Which street y/n?” She just laughed again. I texted off to my friends who had already sent Mei home with her friends. I did the best thing I could think of... 

Y/N POV 

THE NEXT MORNING 

I jumped up from my sleep. I began to rub my eyes as I looked around the room. Where the fuck am I?? I checked my phone and it was dead. I looked down to notice my pants were on the floor. I was still in my t-shirt as I stood up and rushed to put my pants on. I crept down the stairs only to be hit with a fresh scent of pancakes. 

“Good morning babe? How are you feeling?” I looked over to the voice and saw Tendou standing in the kitchen in nothing but his boxers.

“What the fuck happened last night?” He laughed. 

“Calm down. I just brought you here cause I couldn’t find out where you live to drop you off.” 

“And why were my pants off?” 

“You said you were hot, pulled them off and then passed out.” 

“Oh.” 

“Have some breakfast before I drive you home.” He pulled out a chair at the island. “And here, you will need this for your hangover.” I didn’t notice till he said that, but wow I felt like a bag of shit. 

“Thanks.” I said as I took it from his hand. 

“FUCK!” I shouted. “My dad’s going to fucking kill me.”

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Manny Pacquiao vs. Yordenis Ugas fight: Five biggest storylines to watch ahead of the PPV showdown

At the age of 42 and following a two-year layoff, eight-division champion Manny Pacquiao returns to the ring on Saturday in a PBC on FOX pay-per-view bout against WBA welterweight champion Yordenis Ugas.  

Pacquiao vs Ugas Live Boxing Stream

Pacquiao will be once again fighting for the 147-pound title he won in his last outing, an impressive decision win over then-unbeaten Keith Thurman. But this weekend's showcase from T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas won't be against the original opponent, unified welterweight champion Errol Spence Jr., who withdrew last week due to a torn retina.  

Manny Pacquiao vs Yordenis Ugas fight

Let's take a closer look at the biggest storylines entering the Filipino icon's much-anticipated return.  

1. How is it possible Pacquiao is still doing it at this level?  

Pacquiao certainly won't be the first legendary fighter past the age of 40 to come back for yet another big fight. But when you consider Pacquiao is the betting favorite against an active champion despite his long layoff, and you consider how much the "PacMan" still relies upon speed and explosion as a boxer, what he is doing at 42 is simply remarkable. To put things into perspective, rising welterweight contender Vergil Ortiz Jr., who won his biggest step-up fight to date last Saturday by knocking out Egidjius "Mean Machine" Kavaliauskas before calling out Pacquiao afterwards, was still three years away from being born when Pacquiao made his pro debut in 1995. Yet here we are, 26 years and many in-ring miles later after Pacquiao has consistently matched himself against the most dangerous foes available, he's still at it. Even Pacquiao's contemporaries like Floyd Mayweather, if they are still active at all, are largely returning for circus fights against MMA fighters and social media influencers. History offers very little for comparison sake to what Pacquiao continues to do, which is what made his initial intention of fighting the pound-for-pound ranked Spence all the more impressive.  

2. Ugas is a downgrade from Spence, but not by much 

Certainly, everything from the betting odds to the commercial expectations for Saturday's PPV fight shifted dramatically once Spence's name was removed from the marquee. Ugas (26-4, 12 KOs), who is more technician than destroyer compared to Spence (who is both), is also less likely a threat to send Pacquiao disastrously into retirement via knockout. Yet Pacquiao-Ugas is still an incredibly intriguing fight, particularly for hard-core fans of the game who have watched Ugas, a 35-year-old former Cuban amateur star, quietly transition from journeyman to contender, and now champion. Large for the weight class, Ugas will hold height and reach advantages against Pacquiao and is an incredibly disciplined counterpuncher with good defense and the ability to walk forward when he senses an advantage. While Ugas' experience against elite fighters isn't anywhere near that of Pacquiao (or even Spence, for that matter), he holds a handful of strong wins against Jamal James, Thomas Dulorme, Omar Figueroa Jr. and Abel Ramos. His best performance, however, likely came in a disputed loss when he was robbed of what should've been scored a 12th-round knockdown against Shawn Porter in 2019, which played a key role in his split-decision defeat. Although adapting to Pacquiao's speed and awkward angles is never easy, Ugas has the technical savvy to make key adjustments that could give Pacquiao fits. The Porter fight alone showed why Ugas should be considered just outside of the elite 147-pound core of Spence, Terence Crawford, Porter and Pacquiao. 

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3. Will the two-year layoff be a negative or a positive for this version of Pacquiao?  

Yes, it's hard to look on the surface at Pacquiao taking off as much time off as he has during the pandemic as anything that can be called a positive, particularly at his age. Timing is everything inside the ring and one of the only ways a fighter can properly maintain that is by staying active. Looking back, activity has to be considered a key part of Pacquiao's most recent comeback when, in 2018, he emerged from a one-year layoff following a disputed loss to Jeff Horn by fighting three times over the next 12 months and riling off age-defying victories against Lucas Matthysse, Adrien Broner and Keith Thurman. Regardless of if he were facing Spence or Ugas, taking this much time off has the potential for Pacquiao to come out flat. But if there's a silver lining to the hiatus, it's that Pacquiao wasn't taking any damage and was able to heal up any nagging injuries. One thing that has allowed Pacquiao to maintain such incredible longevity has been his passion for training and the intensity in which he works out, even between fights. While this is by no means a preferred scenario to come back to the PPV level without a tuneup, there doesn't appear to be a lack of motivation in terms of the preparation, even with the late opponent change. Not only was the danger that Spence brought to the table reason enough for Pacquiao to leave no stones unturned in training, the fact that he's threatening a run for president of the Philippines in 2021 means doing so fresh off of a resounding win is a much more strategic scenario. Simply put: don't expect Pacquiao to be anything less than the best he can still be at this age.  

4. Win or lose, this could be the final time we see Pacquiao in a big fight 

Given his age, Pacquiao appears one bad loss away from retiring for good at any point, which he more or less agreed with during a recent interview with "Morning Kombat," where he remained focused on a wait-and-see philosophy regarding his future. Given his political aspirations, it's just as easy to imagine Pacquiao not having the time to train and compete should he fulfill his goal of becoming president of his native country. Hall of Fame trainer Freddie Roach shared a different opinion, recently stating he believes one of Pacquiao's remaining goals to be accepting and winning a fight as a sitting president. But Pacquiao stayed noncommittal. Either way, we are a whole heck of a lot closer to the end than the beginning of Pacquiao's incredible boxing journey, which makes this week that much more worth celebrating that he's still at it making big fights on the sport's grandest of stages, even though he and Mayweather have long handed off the baton to Canelo Alvarez as the biggest face of boxing's current era.  

5. There's no shortage of huge fights remaining if Pacquiao still wants them 

Spence's eye injury, just two years removed from miraculously surviving a dangerous car accident, certainly creates some questions regarding his future. Given Pacquiao's equal level of uncertainty due to age, the biggest lament of seeing Pacquiao-Spence fall apart this weekend is the fear that the window for this action-packed fight may have closed right before our eyes. But boxing fans have learned time and again to never say never and if Pacquiao can prove against Ugas that he's still got it and desires to keep making the biggest fights available, his options will be overflowing. Being the rare network and promotional free agent helps Pacquiao huge in this case. Not only would welterweight fights against Spence, Crawford, Porter, Ortiz, Danny Garcia, Mikey Garcia or a rematch with Thurman be huge, there's a new crop in waiting of young fighters in and around 135 pounds who appear poised to take over the sport in the coming years. Imagining Pacquiao welcoming the likes of Gervonta Davis, Teofimo Lopez Jr., Ryan Garcia or Devin Haney for a dramatic move up two divisions to challenge him is a mouth-watering proposition for fans.