#i bought it on acid and it arrived the next day

[jokes-on-dee]

This is my prized possession btw

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

✭ They end up forgetting your birthday and because of the stress of gang issues and ending being rude to you.

✭ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji, Akashi Takeomi, Wakasa Imaushi, Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

✭ x r e a d e r !

✭ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟑

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

Hanma wasn't used to caring about commemorative dates or anything like that, but after you started to relate, he started to see importance in what was insignificant before, he really cared about pleasing you on your birthday, this time not it would be different if the boy hadn't missed the date.

It was already late at night, you kept waiting for Hanma to celebrate your birthday, however, he didn't show up, and then, after long hours of waiting, the door opens and Hanma walks through it, you try to talk about your birthday but the even just ignores you and goes upstairs.

— My day has been shit, so you better shut up and leave me alone.

He said in a loud tone in the room above, you were used to his acidic humor, but... He had never treated you that way, even more so on your birthday, so, with tears in your eyes, you just sat in the room, your eyes closed amidst tears and you fell asleep.

Shuji calmed down by lighting a cigarette and while he was lost in thought, he looked at his cell phone and remembered your birthday.

— Shit! I... How could I have been such an idiot? Damn.

He got up and went downstairs quickly, seeing you sleeping peacefully on the couch with your face still red from crying, he didn't hesitate to wake you up with a tight hug.

— I'm sorry, are you okay? I still have time to buy you a cake, don't I? And if the cake shops are closed I won't mind getting them open.

You hugged Hanma, feeling relieved that he finally remembered, he finally bought you the cake you wanted and did his best to try to make up for the fact that he had hurt you.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢

Takeomi was always the first to wish you happy birthday and shower you with gifts, and on all your birthdays he took you to expensive places and showered you with gifts.

You had just gotten ready and were waiting for Takeomi at your house, you started to wonder why he was taking so long, until night fell and he didn't show up, you just went to sleep crying, wondering if he had simply forgotten about your birthday.

While you were waiting, Takeomi ended up wasting time and forgetting your birthday because he went out to drink and ended up exaggerating the amount of alcohol, when he remembered your birthday, he was already lost in the middle of so many glasses of wine, for that reason the he didn't even have the strength to see you, the next day, when he realized he had forgotten your birthday, Takeomi quickly got over his hangover and went home, on the way he bought you some flowers and sweets, even though he knew that all you wanted that day was just his presence.

As soon as he arrived at your house, without saying a word he hugged you, he really looked disappointed with himself.

— I'm sorry… I've had too much to drink.

You hugged him, thanking him for the gifts, but you still couldn't hide how much you was hurt.

— I promise I'll never do that again, hmm? Happy "belated birthday", honey...

The eldest said while stroking your hair gently, as much as Takeomi wasn't easy to show his feelings, you could be the regret in his eyes.

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

It was already getting nigth while you were waiting for Wakasa to celebrate your long awaited day, the boy had promised you that he would forget about gangs and other problems he would have to solve just to go celebrate your birthday, but he just didn't show up on the day.

The next day, early in the morning Wakasa returned to your house, as soon as you woke up, still hoping that he had at least bought you a present until he realized that he had probably spent the night with his friends or something and completely forgot the past date.

— What is it, Y/n? Did I do something wrong to be looking at myself with that disapproving look?

The eldest questioned when he noticed your presence, so you went to try to remind him of your birthday, but Wakasa ignored you and left the house again.

— Do not bother me...

As he walked out the door, he said.

You just sat there and tried your best to control your tears, until after a few minutes Imaushi ended up remembering your birthday.

Ultimately, he ended up buying you a belated present and spent the rest of the day begging for your forgiveness.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran didn't necessarily forget your birthday, however that very day, he was busy with gang business and would definitely end up being late for his appointment with you.

The tallest one was almost never late, even more so on important dates, for that reason, you began to faithfully believe that Ran had ended up forgetting your birthday, when you realized that he wasn't going to show up that night, you went to sleep with your eyes teary and heartbroken from the disappointment of Ran's absence.

When you least expected it, Ran arrived at your house, he ended up waking you up with a hug, handing you the gift he had bought.

— I'm so sorry for disappointing you... Happy birthday, baby.

You rarely saw Ran showing feelings, but at that moment he really looked relieved to have arrived at your house and given you your gifts, even if he actually missed your birthday, and besides, he spent the rest of the next day trying to please you as much as possible to make up for the absence the day before.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Rindou's stressful routine often made his mood unstable and your birthday was no different, he ended up forgetting the date and ended up arriving home late.

You were waiting for the same to celebrate your birthday, the hours passed slowly and you began to question whether Rindou had really forgotten your birthday, but, a few moments after you reached this conclusion, Rindou arrived home, as soon as you saw him, went to talk about your birthday, but before you could mention anything about the date, he interrupted you.

— I don't have the slightest patience to listen to you...

Rindou went upstairs, leaving you behind without even hearing you, so you just went to the kitchen and started eating your cake alone.

As soon as Rindou locked himself in the room, he realized how rude he was to you and quickly went to apologize, however as soon as he saw you sitting alone and eating a small piece of cake, he remembered your birthday.

— Damn! I... I forgot about the anniversary.

Rindou thought aloud when you ended up noticing his presence in the place and looked at him with a sad look, making him feel even more guilty.

— I'm sorry... I promise I'll buy you as many gifts as you want, okay? Happy birthday, sweetie.

Rindou hugged you, he actually looked regretful at that moment, but in the end you ended up celebrating your birthday together.

[matsukaah]

☆°•a.n - This fanfic was my first finished since 2018, so maybe it's not a big deal, but I'm proud of it and I hope you like it If there is any coherence error, it is due to English not being my native language (but it was reviewed by @icecreamonstrawberrypie 🩷 and I am very grateful!!)

☆°•warnings - 3.5k words, some swearing, just a relaxing experience

☆°•context - In this short story, you prepare to spend the next three days at your boyfriend's house. Gyutaro is a man who wants to give you the best days of your life, even if in a clumsy way, he wants to try the things he always wanted to do, Gyutaro wants to show that you are worth everything the world can offer

Gyutaro – Slumberparty

Today is very cold, but you can’t help but take quick steps, your luck is not to be far from the Shabana brothers’ residence, where you intend to spend the night. Your backpack is a “little” heavy, as you ended up filling it with necessary and unnecessary things, just in case. Due to both of their busy schedules, it is difficult to have the opportunity to spend quality time with their boyfriend, but they planned these three days together meticulously.

You can’t imagine how nervous he is, Gyutaro wanted to make sure that his days with him were perfect down to the smallest detail, making a point of tidying up the house from start to finish, almost as if he had committed a crime in that apartment and had to be clean. We also talked to Ume, as she is used to having girls’ nights out with her friends, sometimes with you, so if there’s a master on the subject, it’s her, getting lots of tips on games, games, movies that should be watched and foods that should be purchased. Like a butler he bought everything he thought he might like, even scented lemon-scented candles, but he wasn’t nervous, it was just a precaution (he was).

Hearing the knock on the door caused adrenaline to circulate throughout his entire body, almost crashing his brain, running desperately to the door, like a dog anxiously waiting for its owner. Seeing your face after so long alone made me sure I was about to die if I didn’t see you again, hugging your body with affection, burying my nose in your hair, smelling the fragrance of your shampoo, rolling my eyes in pleasure He pressed a little more, until he heard you complain, you know? Of not being able to breathe.

“I missed you too, sweetie, but shall we go inside? The backpack is heavy” you said modestly, since it was really fat.

“S-Sorry darling, let’s go in..” Gyutaro mentally cursed himself for not having noticed this before, taking your backpack in a gentlemanly manner, guiding you into the apartment.

The atmosphere was pleasant with the light acidic and bittersweet smell of lemon, you knew that Gyutaro had turned this house inside out for your arrival, it makes your cheeks heat up as you can’t help but smile. The sofa had been rearranged to be in front of the television, with some games purchased from the online store open on the screen, and even some DVDs of old games that Gyutaro had a certain passion for, and that he loved to share with you, from classics like castlevania, horror like Resident Evil is his passion, but he really loves games with nice graphics, especially if they are co-op, so he can share them with you. Gyutaro may have spent a lot of money on several consoles, even though he doesn’t use them all, he likes having them, and as they are the small luxuries he allows himself to have, he doesn’t mind spending so much. He recently bought Overcoocked2 for the two of you, he thinks it would be romantic to play a game like that with you, besides, he has seen several reports of people close to him who play together, some funny videos of people freaking out over the game itself, but it can’t be that bad, can it?

On the small table in front of the sofa there were several snacks, sweets and snacks that looked juicy, several sheets, pillows and stuffed animals that you shared as if they were your children. He will never admit it, but he hugs them while sleeping alone, as some of them are permeated with his scent, making him comfortable. But you know the truth, you’ve already come to see him as a surprise seeing him cling to the stuffed animals, it’s a rare and lovely sight.

On the floor you can also see some board games, and even a twister, you feel loved, for all the effort that Gyutaro showed in just a three-day date, it’s not easy to find a guy who is that passionate, or who has already If you’ve done half of what Gyutaro has already done for you, it would be foolish to let him slip through your fingers. He made sure to put your things near the couch, in case you needed to get something, and even though Gyutaro had rehearsed in his mind all kinds of things he wanted to do to you, now that you’re here he feels anxious, doing his thing. Breathing becomes deep and unregulated.

“Where.. I-I mean, do you want to do something darling?” The stumble in his words makes your face heat up, even though they’ve been dating for so long he still acts like a teenager in love.

“how about we play? You already got everything ready anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner, I would have helped you” her sweet words made Gyutaro feel proud, after all, his efforts had been recognized by the most incredible person in the world in his eyes.

“Ah yes.. I bought some new ones.. I also have a gift for you..” he guided you to sit on the couch next to him.

Looking forward to the surprise, his heart was beating fast, Gyutaro signaled with his hands, telling you to close your eyes, which he did without hesitation. He felt a light weight being placed on his thighs.

“you can open it...” he said nervously due to the tone of his voice.

Looking at it, it was a box, which glittered in dark purple wrapping paper, with some bows, undoing them with regret, since they were beautiful, he could appreciate the contents. With a plush pinkish interior, with a video game controller themed on the character Kuromi from Sanrio, with personalized buttons, all made to order and some by hand, you can see through small errors in the painting and deformities that only make it special, feeling a smile form, making your cheeks hurt. You looked at Gyutaro with eyes full of gratitude, until you looked at his hands, which had similar control to yours but the character Badtz-maru, you knew which character it was because it also belongs to Sanrio, but of course, also because it is the romantic couple and Kuromi. His control seemed to have been done more sloppily, making it obvious that his priority was to make his being more pleasant.

“If you don’t like it, I can do it again” he said nervously, even if he had tried hard, for you he would do it again until he died.

“Did I like it? I loved Gyu.. you the best I could ever dream of..” your sweet words made Gyutaro’s sleepless nights and a ton of tutorial videos worth it.

Seeing the crooked smile and red cheeks on his face made her heart beat faster, basically grabbing him at this opportunity, giving him little kisses on the cheeks, until she reached his mouth, where she stayed for a while. Gyutaro could spend all day glued to yours, honestly, but there’s still a lot to be done, he hugs your waist as he enjoys the moment. When they separate he can’t resist putting his face in your neck, his face is probably red, it would be shameful for you to look at him in that state, and you can’t hide it, his body is hot and sweaty, that always happens.

“We have to debut them, don’t we? I wanted to test a game that I bought, for both of us... I thought it would be cool, Overcoocked2, what do you think?” he said slyly, sincerely embarrassed, sinking deeper into your neck, squeezing your body in a sweet embrace.

“No matter what we do.. if we do it together I’ll like it” you said in a sweet voice, your smile was remarkable, as you stroked his hair.

—

“I’M GOING TO ASK YOU JUST ONCE, is the oven fucking your fucking brain?” Gyutaro spoke like a madman as thin veins protruded from his forehead, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m the one asking you, I say “cut the fucking tomato” and tell me you brainless person, what do you do besides throw them on the floor???” you said back in irritation, pointing at his face, it was the third time they had remade the same level involving pizza, always having different problems.

“HOW IT IS? DON’T COME WITH THIS! I’ve been cleaning up the shit you do since the beginning, and I’m the brainless one here?” he said, placing his finger on your forehead and pressing it.

“my sister has more cooking skills than you” he spat in your face in a rude tone, smiling cynically.

“you? I cleaned the plates, cut the cheese, put it in and took it out of the oven, because SOMEONE HERE doesn’t know how to cook without burning it, you knew you can’t sell charcoal, right? Or do I have to explain this to you too?”

The discussions to see who was to blame didn’t result in much, in the end they knew that both were to blame, especially since the game was in na already difficult phase. In the end, they were slightly sullen with each other, in a trivial way, moving on to another game that was less stressful, in Gyutaro’s words. “Love in dangerous spacetime” super cute and basically made to play with your partner, except that he didn’t notice that the game requires the couple to use their brains, something you two are not in a position to do, causing more fights between the two, seeing whoever was doing most of the work protecting your ship still managed to complete much of the game. Seeing you get easily irritated even over little things made Gyutaro laugh, after all you two were arguing over such a silly thing, to make things better he decided it was time to eat some of the snacks he had bought, inviting you to join in. He, of course, did not deny it.

Gyutaro wanted you to feel amazing, he thought of several romantic things to do together, even if he was embarrassed to say and do it. He really wanted to feed you in his mouth, like in the movies he’s seen, he started eating some of the spicy snacks he bought, they’re really tasty, despite being fiery and even sour, for him it just makes them tastier. He wanted to share the experience with the person in his life so he held one between his fingers shyly guiding it to her face. Initially she didn’t understand, but his shy face made her heart melt, even though she had never tried the snack, to know if it was to her taste, having this first experience with him seemed magical, eating from his hand, that if Gyutaro could, I would jump with happiness.

Of course, until you start coughing and watering from the burn and acidity, wrinkling your forehead, the salt in question was really crumbly, releasing several crumbs into your throat, making your cough worse. Gyutaro felt desperate, getting up quickly, stumbling over his steps to get water, quickly bringing it in a glass. As soon as you managed to take it, you took a deep breath, giving small coughs, your chest hurting a little.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have given that..” he lowered his face in shame, since he wanted to try that idea.

“no, no, my dear.. it was na accident, I liked it, only the crumbs went into my throat” she used her hand to signal him to return to her side.

Gyutaro bent down, approaching you shyly, feeling horrible for having caused this problem “try again darling.. but this time, use some sauce, it will ease it for me”

You didn’t understand why he wanted to practice this type of romantic interactions, since they weren’t that common for him, but if he wanted to do it, you were willing to do what was necessary to make it happen. And also because if you don’t support him now, he may not try new things with you again for fear of your negative reactions. He nervously held out another one, it wasn’t like him to upset you, so if you wanted to try again, he would. He used a light peach-colored sauce, bringing it to his lips and biting it slowly. Finally being able to enjoy the flavor, and it really is delicious, the burning isn’t bad, it’s even good once you get used to it. Gyutaro felt good, having managed, even though it wasn’t the first time, to see your eyes light up from the taste, and literally eating out of his hand is pleasurable. To reciprocate you did the same, you opened a package of snacks with a well-seasoned flavor, with a meat flavor, the smell was enchanting, having your hands approaching him made his face burn, he was almost in a state of hypnosis as he enjoyed you, as if you were a painting, he bit the snack from your hand, lightly biting the tips of your fingers.

Even though Gyutaro isn’t a big fan of sweet things in general, he loved exchanging treats with you, taking advantage of the size of the gummies to pass them between your lips, and feel how soft they were. When you did the same to him, Gyutaro felt like he could eat out of your hand like a pigeon for the rest of his life without getting tired, but of course, at some point you stopped eating to get some rest. He looked at the floor with the intention of continuing to entertain you, in no way did he want you to be bored, he chose a simple, “barrel pirate”, the tension of each of the small swords being implanted into the barrel, he was eager to see the little pirate jumping, seeing his nervous look, and light drops of sweat on his temple, so much so that he didn’t notice that as soon as he stabbed one of the small swords, the little pirate flew violently, scaring Gyutaro, giving na outrageous scream, as his mouth trembled in disbelief, and seeing you laugh at him made him feel embarrassed.

—

“if I feel that foot on my face, I swear I’ll bite” Gyutaro said distorting his body, now with both of them playing twister, he had inhuman flexibility, almost bending his entire body, he looked like a towel being squeezed.

“if you bite me, I’ll kick you, I’ll break what you call a face” you said nervously, moving your foot over a red circle, indicated by the word that comes with the game.

It was kind of difficult to know the position you were in, the two of you looked like two snakes stuck together, moving was challenge enough. Until Gyutaro tried to make a complicated movement, passing his arm directly over his body, he fell over his torso, causing his body to hit the ground violently.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH” you grabbed his stomach tightly, as if he had sunk, Gyutaro’s bones had beaten aggressively against his flesh, you mentally asked yourself, how someone as thin as Gyutaro could be so heavy.

“HONEY I’M SORRY” to say he was desperate was na understatement, heheld your body and placed you on the couch, looking for hot water to ease your pain.

He felt bad, but at the same time, he liked that you were so needy, after calming you down, Gyutaro did what he could to make your moment comfortable, even though he had his ups and downs, and lowest, he loved every second, and if he could he would live them again, but it’s already two in the morning, if they don’t rest they won’t be able to enjoy the next few days. He scratched his own neck, trying to remember something he felt he had forgotten. He gets up hurriedly, going to the bathroom without giving much explanation, leaving you watching television, which doesn’t have anything very interesting to watch, that is, a documentary about praying mantises, they are graceful and with their unique way of living, strangely reminiscent Gyutaro.

Gyutaro returned to the room, his body surrounded by a towel, but still dry, he signaled for you to follow him, you in turn opened your backpack, taking yours and following him, as soon as you entered the bathroom you saw the bathtub full, with lots of water. Foam, and some rubber things, and candles. Your boyfriend looked at your face looking for your approval, even though he told himself that you would like it, he needs you to confirm it, his eyes sparkled with appreciation.

“When did you have time to do this? You’re amazing Gyu..” you couldn’t stop smiling, you could almost feel your eyelashes getting wet.

“so... I had left the bathtub filling before you arrived... I wanted it to be perfect so, I came to finish arranging things here..” he was really looking forward to that day, Gyutaro just won’t admit that he had forgotten the tap running for too long, so the floor is wet.

“Don’t you get tired of being amazing? So strong, affectionate.. handsome..” it was really difficult to praise Gyutaro without him disdaining himself, or silently denying it. But you made a point of showing him that he deserved the praise, the good things he has are his own merit.

“don’t say that.. for you this is just the basics that I can offer..” he loved it when you said sweet things to him, it makes his heart beat like crazy.

“you’ve done much more than any man I’ve ever seen in my life... if you want to know what I think... you’re perfect” showing that he is everything to you is the least you can do.

To make sure Gyutaro wouldn’t start his anxious daydreams and intrusive thoughts, you corner him near the bathtub, signaling him to get in while you undress. Instantly he does so, and turns his face so that you feel more comfortable taking off your clothes, even though you’re going to take a shower anyway, he feels unworthy of looking at your body, just by wishing he imagines you I would feel sick.

He stares at his own reflection in the water between the bubbles, even with the banner with quality products, aromatic candles, he feels dirty, as if he were covered in dirt, and that his presence contaminates the water like a toxin. His heavy sighs make it clear to you the kind of things he already has in mind, knowing him well enough for that was difficult, since he closed himself off from the world.

Without warning him, you enter the water, approaching him immediately, placing yourself between his legs, allowing him the view of your face lying on his chest. The water feels so good surrounding your bodies, relaxing you both, you take the opportunity to show the love your boy deserves. Investing your lips against his collarbone and neck, his mouth, you love how his lips tremble when you get closer, you almost feel like you’re going to devour him, and if you could, you would, a smile forms on your face, the which makes Gyutaro feel nervous, in a good way.

“If we were praying mantises, would you let me eat your head?” You said mischievously.

“I would beg you so” he wasn’t lying.

—

To end your first night, the surprise was now on your part, you had some orders in your backpack, it was great that they arrived at the promised time. You showed Gyutaro two pajamas, a big one with a shark for him, and a seal one for you, you know very well that he is passionate about marine life, he especially loves sharks, especially when you compared him to one. To say he liked it is na understatement, he loved it, it almost flew into his hands when he had it, it’s soft inside, as if it were surrounded by a warm, fuzzy throw.

“What would a slumber party be without pajamas? I have one for Ume too, it’s also a shark, when we make the three of us she will have one too” Gyutaro felt warm inside, and it wasn’t just because of the clothes, you had thought about his sister too, that was more than enough. Enough to make sure he keeps you by his side.

“Thank you.. I know she will like it.. I love you” he said nervously, it was obvious that he loved you, but saying it was difficult, a sudden fear of being rejected stuck in his throat, but now it seemed ideal.

“I love you too... someone perfect like that deserves the whole world” decided to share the sofa to sleep together, you push him slightly so that you can lie down on top of him.

“I would give you the world” he whispers, feeling his eyes getting heavy with each blink, he doesn’t want to sleep, he still wants to have more fun.

“I know so... I will only accept this world if you are with me” your sweet words made him cling to your body, getting drunk on your scent, while caressing your back, watching your breathing gradually become quieter, as the few falling into their deep sleep.

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

I And Love And You

Pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: You go on a road trip with your best friend, Steve Rogers, and you are both forced to face your feelings for each other.

Warnings: None, just ridiculous amounts of fluff. 

A/N: I was looking for inspiration and found it in the shape of my favorite album. So, I’m writing a series of fics based on every song from I And Love And You by The Avett Brothers. I highly recommend listening to each song before reading. It will be a more fun journey. I’ve never done something like this before so I hope you enjoy! 

That woman, she’s got eyes that shine Like a pair of stolen polished dimes She asked to dance, I said “It’s fine I’ll see you in the morning time”

“Come on, Steve. We’ve still got a few more hours before we’re at the campsite and it’s starting to get dark.” The man looked at you skeptically, well aware that the sun was starting to disappear.  

“It won’t take long. I just need to pick up an energy drink if I’m gonna get us there alive.” He stresses the word alive to punctuate his point. You roll your eyes, sitting up in the passenger seat. It had already been a full day of driving and you were both cranky and very sore from so little movement. You were eager to arrive at your destination.

When Steve had proposed this trip to you, you were a little skeptical to say the least. Just you and him in a car for two days in order to travel to a campsite he had read about that he wanted to visit. Of course the first question to come to mind was “Why me?” 

“You’re my best friend. I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.” His sweet words had been enough to get you on board and within the next few weeks you were loading up Steve’s small car with all your bags and heading for Colorado. You’d always heard it was a beautiful place to visit and you were excited for the sights. However, what you didn’t know was that being cooped in a car for 28 hours was going to drive you absolutely crazy. You prayed it would be worth it.

It wasn’t long before Steve was pulling in to the gas station parking lot, putting the car in park as he hopped out. With a huff you decided to join him, stepping out of the car as well and heading inside. Perusing through the aisles of snacks, you simple meander until Steve gestures to you that he’s ready to go. When you show up with nothing in your hands he gives you an annoyed look. “Go get an energy drink or something. You’re not falling asleep in the last few hours. I need you to help keep me awake.” With a groan you run over to the clear fridges near the back and pick out the first energy drink your eyes land on, bringing it over to the counter. He adds it to his small pile of things and pays for it all before heading back out to the car. You follow him like a disgruntled puppy, sliding into your seat. 

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” He teases, making you grumble a half hearted response. However, your fake anger doesn’t last long as you get lost looking out the window. The sun is setting over the horizon, painting the sky in purples and pinks and oranges. With a hand resting on your cheek you start to doze off. The moment you do, Steve smacks your leg with the back of his hand. You open your eyes, turning towards him slowly. “You gotta stay up, remember? Open up your energy drink.” With a groan you lean forward to grab the can, popping the tab open and taking a sip of it. You wince.

“It tastes like battery acid.” You remark to which Steve laughs. 

“No one ever said it was good. It’s just supposed to keep you up.” Looking down he points at his own can. “Open mine up for me?” You oblige him, pulling the tab until it snaps open and you hand it to him. 

“God, that is bad.” He laughs as he takes a sip himself before setting it back down in the cup holder. The two of you chuckle to each other, deciding against finishing the nasty drinks you had bought.

“So how am I supposed to keep you awake?”

“I don’t know. Entertain me.” He adds with another laugh. With that, you turn on the radio and flip through channel after channel before landing on an oldies but goldies type station. The first song that you hear is I Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner. Without warning you launch into song, belting out the chorus loudly and badly. 

“I wanna know what love is! I want you to show me. I wanna feel what love is! I know you can show me!” Steve rolls his eyes as you continue singing, reaching out for him dramatically as you serenade him. 

“Oh please!” He yells over your obnoxious singing but you don’t stop, continuing with the next verse as you find yourself genuinely enjoying the song. Little do you know the effect that you’re having on your best friend. As much as he hates to admit it, he feels something stronger than friendship for you. Quite frankly, the man has been in love with you for years. Everything about you draws him in and makes him crave more. Those words have been stuck in his chest for what feels like forever and hearing you belt them out like nothing made his heart ache. He wishes he could sing a cheesy melody and sweep you off your feet the way you were doing for him right now but he wasn’t nearly so bold. In fact inviting you on this trip was probably the boldest he had ever been when it came to his feelings for you. 

He was surprised that you hadn’t caught onto his little act the moment he asked you. He half expected you to call him out on his bullshit but you had yet to say anything about the fact that he wanted so desperately to be alone with you. As glad as he was that you hadn’t, part of him wanted you to so that he could finally buck up the courage to say what he needed to say but he had no such luck.

It was a relief to him when the song finally ended and you finished belting, leaning back comfortably in your seat. “At least we finally found a good radio station.” You said, letting the channel continue to play. He couldn’t help but give you a sideways glance, taking in the sight of you in the glow of the setting sun. God, you were beautiful.

“Yeah, lucky us.” He says, clearing his throat as he avoids your gaze.

“If you want me to change the station, I will. I know this isn’t really the kind of music you listen to.” You say genuinely. 

“No, it’s okay. I like hearing what you enjoy.” He says with a smile. 

“I like learning about the things that you enjoy too. It’s fun seeing you discover new stuff and finding new tastes. Sometimes I wish I could go back to your time and do the same thing.” You admit. “Tell me about the 40′s. I wanna know everything about your world.” You ask him, leaning forward onto the arm rest. Steve glimpses over at you, watching your intent gaze as you wait expectantly. It causes him to chuckle as he begins to tell you. He shares with you all of the things that he remembers from his childhood on. The music he listened to and the films that he watched. The fashion of the time and the new inventions that came about. The books he read and what he did with his friends. You sat patiently and listened to every word, soaking up every piece of information that he cares to share with you. 

Seeing him light up as he talks about his passions makes your heart soar. Engaging with this side of him was dangerous for you. It was only making you fall for him harder. It had been years now that you’d had these feelings for him, growing stronger in side of you the longer you spent time with him. It was terrifying to you. He was the great Captain America. You barely considered yourself worthy enough to be his friend. Being anything more than that was totally out of the picture in your mind. However, that hadn’t stopped you from fantasizing. You imagined what it would be like to be with him. To be Steve Rogers’ girl. God, what a dream that would be. But that’s all it would ever be. Dreams and fantasies. You almost wanted to stop him from telling you anything more at the risk of you blurting out your feelings for him right then and there. But you wanted to take in every last detail of his life. You couldn’t help but yearn to know more. So you sat quietly, happily living in his world for just that short while. 

“Look.” He said, stopping his story. He drew your attention to the sign coming up on the side of the road. You could barely read it from this far away since the sun had set by now. You waited patiently until the headlights illuminated the sign ahead of you. It indicated that you were only a few short miles from the campsite. You both exchanged a happy glance, settling into your seats as you made the last trek of the journey. There was a gravel parking lot a short ways from where your individual campsite was set up. The two of you dug out your bags from Steve’s trunk and made the quick walk to the campsite. It was numbered with a small sign. Number 3. You were currently unable to see much of the view. You’d have to wait until the morning for that. However you could see that there was a stone firepit in the middle of the grove with plenty of room surrounding it for your tents. 

“I’ll get the tents set up if you want to start a fire.” Steve told you, setting down all your things near the pit. You gave him a nod and a smile, pulling a lighter out of your back pocket. There was already some newspaper stacked in the firepit. All you had to do was light it. It began as a small flame but quickly grew as you added more newspaper to it. Once you had enough light to see around the small grove you joined Steve in setting up the tents. It didn’t escape your attention that he had positioned them impossibly close so that you would only be a thin fabric wall away from each other. 

Once you were both done setting up the campsite you huddled close to the fire, sitting right next to one another. The warmth of his body beside yours heated you up more than the fire ever could. This was an impossibly dangerous environment for both of you. Two best friends choking on their love for each other in a dimly lit grove in the dead of night alone, feeling all too hot in your overbearing clothes as you sat mere inches apart. What could go wrong?

“I don’t know about you but it’s way too quiet.” You said with a chuckle, digging around in your backpack for the speaker that you had made sure to pack. As you connected it to your phone Steve crossed his arms over his chest, unable to keep himself from staring at you in the kind glow of the fire. Once you opened up your Spotify you searched for 40′s era songs that you thought Steve would like. Once you found a good playlist you put it on, watching his face light up. “I thought that you might enjoy that.” You chuckle.

“I do. It’s very thoughtful of you.” He said, admiration lining his voice. 

“Oh please. What are friends for?” You inquired. As the music softly streamed from the speaker Steve found himself getting lost in the familiar sounds. It was comforting to him. In that comfort he found himself feeling more at ease with his feelings, not scared of them but rather encouraged by them. The way you looked, eyes closed as you took in the music, made his head spin as he fell in love all over again.

“You know, I’m actually quite the dancer.” He began to form a plan.

“Bullshit. Captain America, a dancer?” 

“It’s true. I didn’t get a chance to do it much before the super serum. I had a hard time getting women to look at me when I looked like they could step on me. But I’m actually a good dancer. That was the thing to do back in the day. You wanted to go out with friends or a pretty girl? You went dancing. So anyone who was anyone at least knew how to dance. Just so happens I turned out to be pretty good at it.” 

“Show me.” You said incredulously. Everything was falling into place. 

“Well, I don’t know. I’d need a partner.” 

“Come on then.” You said, brushing yourself off and getting to your feet. When Steve didn’t move you extended a hand to him, giving him a playful look. “Steve Rogers, may I please have this dance?” 

Those were the words he had been waiting for. He stood as well, towering over you slightly as he took one of your hands into his own, his other finding your waist. You felt flushed all of a sudden and you knew it wasn’t because of the fire still roaring. It was the way his strong hands took a hold of you. As he began to move his foot, slowly spinning you both around to the song that was playing he leaned into your ear. “I thought you’d never ask.” He said in a whisper. Scoffing, you roll your eyes jokingly as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Is this a trick? Did you trick me into dancing with you?” 

“Maybe.” He admits, still spinning you as he held you in his arms. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted to dance with you like this for a long time. I’ve wanted to do a lot of things for a long time.” Oh god. You swallowed thickly. This was it. The moment you thought was never going to happen. He was going to say those three little words you had waited so desperately to hear. All the while he dances with you, touching your waist gently. “Y/N, there’s something I need to say.” 

“Yes, Steve?” You prompted him. 

“You--” Your eyes bore into him and he suddenly lost all of his courage, unable to find the words. “Are a really good dancer.” 

“What?” You couldn’t help but deflate at his statement. 

“You’re a really good dancer.” He repeated with a shy smile. Steve’s boldness must have transferred into you because suddenly that wasn’t a good enough answer. You’d wanted this so long and you weren’t going to let him or yourself chicken out of it. 

“I’m a good dancer? That’s all you have to say to me? Really?” You inquired. He seemed taken aback by your words, blinking rapidly. 

“Yeah? What else would I have to say?” He tried to throw you off the scent of where his sentence had been going originally.

“Steve, I’m so tired of pretending. I’m sick of not saying what we’re both dying to say. We are both dying to say it aren’t we? It can’t just be me, can it?” The question was genuine as you waited expectantly. 

“Y/N, I--” He cut himself off, stepping away from you. He suddenly felt like he was suffocating, drowning in his own affection and admiration. Those words lodged in his throat and he was choking. “I can’t. No matter how hard I try I just can’t make myself say it. Not because I don’t want to. God, I want to. I really want to. There’s just something that’s keeping me from it. Something stopping me.” 

“What is it? Maybe if you tell me we can figure it out together.” 

“I don’t know. If I knew, I would have already told you.” You both stopped to contemplate. You didn’t want to give up. Not when you were so close to what you wanted. There had to be an answer. 

“You’re scared of something. That’s the only explanation.” 

“It has to be.” He affirmed, sure that was the only answer. 

“So. What are you scared of?” 

“I don’t know, Y/N.” 

“Are you scared that I’ll say no? That I’ll reject you? Because I’m promising you right now that’s not going to happen.” 

“No, that’s not it.” 

“Are you afraid of people finding out? Are you embarrassed by it?” 

“No!” He replied adamantly. 

“Then what is it Steve?” Your words overwhelmed his mind as he tried to process his own feelings for you. Suddenly it hit him like a freight train. He knew exactly what he was afraid of. 

“I’m afraid that I’m not worthy of you.” He burst out. You were unable to keep yourself from laughing out loud. 

“You’re Captain fucking America, the golden child who can do no wrong and you’re afraid you’re not worthy of me?” You stressed the last word, emphasizing that you were having the same fear. 

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. You don’t get it Y/N. You deserve everything good in this world. What if that’s not me? I snore and I chew my nails sometimes and I make rash decisions and I’m stubborn and I’m impatient. I wouldn’t be around all the time because I always put my missions first. I’m not very good at communicating my feelings and I can’t promise that I’ll always be there when you need me. Don’t you see? It’s been over 70 years and I haven’t changed. I’m still that punk kid who lied to get into the army because he wanted to prove something.” You struggled to find the words to show him just how much you wanted him, flaws and all. 

“Congratulations. You’re a human being. You’re not perfect. Welcome to life. God, if you think I’m perfect I’m going to have to rudely awaken you. I know everyone builds you up to be this godlike entity but Steve, I’ve always seen you for what you really are. A good man doing his best to navigate a world he doesn’t feel like he fits into. And that’s okay. I’ve never felt like I fit in either. Not until I found you. With you, I live in this world where it doesn’t matter what I look like or what stupid decisions I make. I’m always worthy of love. That’s all I could ask for and you give that to me in bounds. Please, Steve. I care about you. I want you. Every part of you. Even the parts you deem to be imperfect. I know it’s hard but you don’t have to be scared anymore.” 

The two of you stand there, lost in a fog of your own feelings. It’s silent except for the music still permeating the grove and neither of you knows what to say now. Steve makes the first move, taking your hands in his own as he looks to the floor of the forest. 

“I and love and you. Who knew three little words would be so hard to say?” He adds with a laugh, making you chuckle as well. “Y/N?”

“Steve?” 

“I love you.” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you let his words swallow you whole after so much waiting. 

“I love you too.” Is all you can say back but that’s all you need to say. 

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[darklovecat]

March favorites?

Tretinoin and a 2% BHA serum.

These 2 are a very powerful combo. I only use BHAs once a week, there are people who use it every single day and it is true that is a lot more gentle compared to other chemical exfoliators but I do not want to overexfoliate my skin or disrupt my skin barrier again like last year (when I would use the highest percentages of Vitamin C, AHA, Retinoids every day) so I make sure I only use it when I really need it. I use Tretinoin for anti-aging purposes only, it does not require a prescription where I live so I can get it at any pharmacy. 0.1% is the highest concentration available on the market and some people purge like crazy but I have been using it for on and off 4 years so my skin is used to it. My skin is far from perfect and sometimes I break out due to hormones, stress or lack of sleep and I need products to improve my skin texture. One of my favorite things is applying my 0.1% Tretinoin on Friday night and on Monday my skin begins flaking, I take my BHA Serum massaging it into my skin and it gets rid of all my dead skin cells and I love how my skin looks smooth and glowy the next days.

Garnier Hyaluronic Aloe Replumping Superserum.

I would never really purchase something from Garnier. However, my aunt was recently diagnosed with preoral dermatitis (it's terrible) and her dermatologist told her to stop using any makeup or skincare so she gave me most of her cosmetics that I have been trying out the past few weeks. This is one of my favorites. Whenever I use a hydrating ingredient I always spritz my face with water first to maximize its benefits and this serum makes my skin feel so much more hydrated and fresh, it has a very calming & pleasant smell, and I sometimes add another layer depending on my skin's needs. It gives me the perfect base before I move on to applying my skin makeup. What makes this serum amazing is that it includes so many different hydrating ingredients - Aloe, Hyaluronic Acid, Glycerin... My skin loves this superserum so I use this one quite often.

Missha A'pieu BB Maker SPF 30/PA++

This is another product that proves to me that Korean makeup products are amazing. The BB creams I've tried from Western brands have been lackluster at best, they never match my skin tone, they look off on me but I bought this in 212 Natural Beige and it is so perfect. It's called 'BB cream' but this product is so high coverage that I would almost call it a foundation. When my order first arrived, I was shocked at how small the product was, I thought I'm gonna finish it in two weeks tops but the thing is you put 1/2 a pea size on the back of your hand and realize you could easily cover your whole face with it. I don't know how that's possible but you really need soooo little, only a teeny tiny amount and it's something I still need to learn, I put a 3/4 pea just to be safe and it always turns out to be way too much. I know someone who works for Missha so I got this product at a heavy discount, I ordered 2 and she sent 4, what a darling and what an amazing excuse to buy more products!

Apple AirPods (3rd Generation).

These were a gift from my mom, my Huawei Freebuds stopped working and I've been complaining about it nonstop so she surprised me with a pair of Airpods 3, she was torn between the 2 and 3 so she gave me the receipt to let me decide. I went in the next day and got them exchanged, and I love them. I can do calls, binge my shows, participate in virtual meetings, listen to podcasts on my way to uni, listen to music for hours on end with no issues and I would recommend it to anyone who is looking for a pair of good headphones, the battery lasts a long time as well. The headphones may feel weird at the beginning, like they could fall out any second which is why I was hesitant in the beginning but I got used to it, it does not bother me anymore. I also got a cute little case, it's silver stoned and I am not really a bling person but I did not want to get silicone because they stain and rip, I wanted to try something different, so I just went ahead and bought this one, I love how it sparkles and it is pretty much impossible to damage.

A White Long Sleeved Leotard.

I am obsessed with this long sleeved leotard, it is a game changer and I think this is the best purchases I have made this year. It literally solves 90% of all my cloth-related problems. When I go to the dance studio, I throw this on with my black leggings as a base layer, I just have to take off my skirt and I am good to go within seconds. The material is stretchy but very fitted and I love how the fabric feels on my skin, I also how it looks on me and how it emphasizes my slim arms and my small waist. The fabric is very thin but it is not see through so I can wear my cropped wrap tops and all my see through tops over it without looking frumpy. I love a fitted look so I can wear it on its own with a pleated dark navy skirt or a black pencil skirt (my favorite) as well. It is a 10/10 and I have already purchased many more in various colors and this is the type of thing I never knew I needed.

Love, Cat.

[carpe-astra]

Ain't No Grave

"Do you actually want her dead at the end of this?"

"He has killed for less. And she deserves to die.”

Valentino planted the spade into the freshly turned dirt next to him, leaning on the handle as he stared into the yawning darkness below. Scuttling grey clouds covered the moon, bathing the entire area in shadows. During life, it might have made him uneasy to be surrounded by the black with no way of knowing when an enemy might appear and put a bullet in his brain.

Shadows had become a refuge since his death, however. A melding between the physical and the spiritual that settled the Beast in his bones in a way nothing else could. Except for blood. Thirst burned in the back of his throat as if he’d swallowed battery acid, and he wondered not for the first - and not for the last - time where his wife was. Bitter anger gnawed at him, but he forced those thoughts aside before he did something drastic, and focused on the matter at hand.

Exhaling a rough bundle of smoke, he stubbed his cigarette out in the dirt, then leaned to jump down into the open grave and straddle the back end of the coffin. It was blue, like her favorite color, like her magick, like the lights of Embraced. Hesitating, he rested his hand on the edge where it was sealed shut. It wasn’t the first time he had been privy to the decay of a body, but the sight - and stench - was something one couldn’t quite prepare for no matter how many times they’d experienced it.

****

“Dad! Wake up! It’s time to wake up!” 

Childish shouting rang tinnily through his ears while the molasses of Torpor began to ease away from his limbs and minds in sluggish drips. He couldn’t move just yet, couldn’t speak, but he could feel a tiny hand shaking his shoulder. 

“Hurry! I wanna show you what Miss Britta bought me!” Another shake of a small hand punctuated the words.

He felt the prick of his fangs against his lips, a deep hunger rooted in his chest that accompanied the sensual murmur of his Beast. The little creature disturbing him would make for a good snack - 

The dull shadows of the ceiling greeted his gaze as he opened his eyes, turning them down to catch sight of the small blonde girl bouncing at the edge of his bedside. Warm and alive with suntanned skin, gleaming gold hair braided back and still the chubby cheeks of youth. She clutched a pair of thin books littered with foliage and butterflies on the cover, thrusting them at him. 

“My apologies, Mr. Bellerose. I looked away to ensure the door was locked, and she scampered off,” Britta’s voice sounded from the doorway. Looking contrite, she gestured at the little girl to come back. “Come along Alicia. Let him wake up first…” 

“No, it’s alright,” he answered, pulling himself up to sit against the headboard. 

Alicia bounced on her toes, then scrambled onto the bed to spread her books out across his legs. “Miss Britta took me to the butterflies at the zoo today, and they had these there. There’s lots of pictures, but there are facts too!” 

Valentino picked one up, examining the glossy cover full of monarchs. It still held the scent of cotton candy from Alicia’s sticky fingers, and the aroma of ink on paper. 

“Mr. Bellerose, he will be arriving shortly.” Britta reminded him.

Valentino felt Alicia stiffen where she had tucked herself beneath his arm, quieting immediately. 

He sighed. “Have Isaac entertain him for a few moments if I’m not out by then.” 

Alicia lit up beside him as Britta nodded, and departed. 

He cracked open the first book to examine the first few pages absently.

Half listening to her chatter about her day, it took him an extra second to realize she had asked him a question. 

“Will you read these to me? For my bedtime story?” Alicia asked again, looking up with hopeful blue eyes.

“You don’t want Isaac to read to you tonight like usual?” Valentino moved at a mortal’s pace, easing out of bed.

“No! I want these ones!” Already pouting, Alicia huffed at him.

He silently assented, hauling the little girl up to balance on his arm, collecting the books with his other hand. He could read to Alicia for a little while, until she fell asleep. Then he could ready himself for Jean-Pierre’s arrival, with Alicia safely out of view and awareness of the elder LaSombra.

“Just one, Alicia.” 

****

Inhaling, he pried open the coffin. Despite not breathing, he could still feel the wave of foul rot and decay brush his skin with a putrid humidity as the air rushed out. Blinking away a sting, he stared down at the coffin’s contents. The flesh had turned a sickly brown and black, like old bruising before it turned a nasty yellow. Reasonably he knew it was because the veins were deteriorating, and it would be only a few short years before the grave wax would fill the coffin.

“You poor bastard. Wonder where she picked you up.” Whoever was in the coffin, he didn’t recognize them. It could have been someone Alicia had plucked right off the sidewalk one day. His grip on the coffin door tightened. 

The day he and Isaac had buried Alicia had been a bleak one. Her broken body made to look beautiful and untouched again, tucked away in the white satin of the coffin Britta had chosen because he hadn’t been able to.

Fighting the urge to rip the corpse out that was spoiling the final resting place of Alicia, he relaxed his grip on the coffin’s lid. He was surprised to find numerous splinters buried in his fingers and palm. It brought him back to reality.

There was a body in the coffin, but it wasn’t Alicia’s. Despite having buried her in that coffin, and in that grave. 

“Looks like you’re missing something though,” he remarked as he pulled out a small amulet from the pocket of his coat. 

It didn’t look like much. A simple river pebble, with markings etched onto it. It looked like something Alicia had been using to practice her glyphs on, like she’d used to do as a child. Yet, he’d found it on the corpse masquerading as Alicia the night they had finally killed Nathaniel, even though the last time he’d seen it, it had been in the pocket of Alicia’s body when he had buried it.

“Always the clever one. Stealing corpses to make them look like you so you could be everywhere at once,” he spoke, stowing the stone away. He would have Yelena look at it later on, when she had time to spare from the other tasks he’d set her to. “Too clever.”

She was playing the game with a masterful stroke, pressing her advantages and cutting her losses when needed. Exactly as she had been taught. Maybe if she had been allowed to be more of a child, rather than being forced to grow up so quickly, things would have been different. Or if he had managed to stop the fire that took her parents. Or, had simply been better. 

His world, the world of the Kindred, was no place for a mortal, let alone a little girl he’d taken in because she’d looked so much like his own dead daughter.

“Everyone has a weakness, Val.” Old words from his Sire echoed in his head.

He had too many, and the girl he’d raised was one of them. He’d killed for a lot less, but he couldn’t kill this one.

[tevotbegotnaught]

The Key

"Ya don't have ya key?" Peter pushed open the building door,  laughed, and stood back as it closed behind me. "We only have one now and today my wife took it" "Give ya one" He raised a hand and turned, sliding slippered feet across the lobby's tile floor, then up the landing toward his open apartment door. Inside, I could see the beaded curtains on his living room doorway. We celebrated there when he and Monica married, plates overflowing, Soca pumping from a triple stack of Klipsch horns, toasting with paint-removing Chocolate Creme liqueur from his home, Grenada.

In 1999, weeks before moving in, we handed Peter, our new Super, a repair and cleaning list. The day our truck pulled up, we could see the same cracked street-level window askew. I checked the bathtub. He'd used acid on the thick crud and plugged the drain to quicken the process, scarring the enamel down to its rusty iron core. When I told him we'd need tetanus shots after baths, he laughed but said he couldn't re-glaze the tub. Later that year, my parents visited over an Arctic December weekend. Asleep after a long, happy night, we woke to steady rain in the bathroom, the result of broken toilet float upstairs. Through his bolted door. Peter said, "It's tree-o'clock! Come back in de morning, lemme sleep."  Unwilling to use the umbrella we stationed outside the bathroom, my father called the fire department, who broke the upstairs unit open and closed the toilet valve. Soon after, our landlord, an affectless Greek guy with a six-syllable last name, lost the job. The new manager installed his own Super. Peter moved to our floor and redoubled his side gig: a handyman truck he ran with a succession of young assistants.

21 years later, in a grey, unpromising March, our city locked-down under a contagious disease order. Doors inches apart, the six units on the first floor became submarines, periscopes rising intermittently, then retracting into squeaky hinges. Sirens Dopplered past and into oblivion. Across the street, the 1932 Sears building, an Art Deco slab, gathered birds and windblown trash. In its fenced parking lot, a testing site opened. A cluster of spotless white tents surrounded by snaking pink cones. Each morning around 5, Humvees and police cruisers arrived with bullhorn voices to secure the perimeter.  Beeping tow trucks removed cars whose drivers foolishly ignored the official signage. At night, in and around an open garage next door, elders gathered even on the chilliest spring nights, sitting in a few widely-spaced folding chairs, rising to pour from a sack-covered bottle, drawing down their masks to sip, sometimes roaring with laughter. Peter often joined the crew.

I'd fall asleep to murmuring outside my window and wake up to the pre-dawn testing maneuvers. Sleep left me even before the cars lined up. I made elaborate breakfasts, accompanied by Newark's Jazz radio station, then took our dog for marathon walks. We stood motionless in crosswalks, traffic lights cycling infinitely overhead,watching the white lines bend east to Canarsie. Caked over with fine, urban silt, Flatbush's streets were parched riverbeds, sailed by our Flying Dutchmen: battered Sanitation trucks making shuddering halts, gorging their whining gates and roaring away.

In April, hand-lettered signs appeared on the wall and at the building's front door.

"Monica our dear neighbor has passed and Peter is in the hospital. Please pray for them and BE SAFE". Through a closed door, Lucy, their immediate neighbor, told how she listened at their silent shared wall, calling them repeatedly and knocking on their door until overcome with fear. The firemen pried the door open and found them in bed, paralyzed with sickness. Monica lasted only a few hours, Peter was in isolation and then a rehab facility. While we worried on his condition, I bought a bottle of Hennessy to toast Monica. The fancy box waited inside our front door. Every few days, I walked across the lobby and knocked on Peter's door.  That ritual only added to my sadness.

Mid-July, his door hung open, braced by a dusty tool cart. Fifty years ago the whole building was sinking, the floors on the topmost units pulling away from the walls and mouldings. In the basement, a block-wide cross brace was screwed in place, secured to pillars driven into the  concrete floor. Each first floor unit's flooring, subject to more moisture and temperature fluctuations, warped over the brace's steel beams. A ball dropped onto the middle of our floor wobbled erratically and rolled all the way to the wall. Now the boss' crew began replacing Peter's floors. Pulling up century old pine boards, splintered and nail-ridden, then replacing, sanding and finishing. After 20 years in the building, I knew any significant rehab jobs were the result of a court case or tenant's voluntary relocation. With Peter, I hoped it was neither.

My wife saw him first, handing off the Henny and our sympathy in his newly-floored kitchen. By the time I made contact, summer and Peter's eyesight had faded. He now showed me pieces of mail to decipher. As I read, he looked off to my right, blinking rapidly, "Yes, yes...",  

hand curdling the air. Before I could finish, he reached for the paper, arm scissoring close, then turning, re-folding the sheaf as he strode to my front door. "Thank you." "Peter, I didn't finish. The next.." He waved me off, but had to wait in the dark hallway until I unlocked the door, then moved quickly across the lobby, head down as if counting the tiny floor tiles. Later, I brought his November election ballot to the King's Theater, as holy an errand as I have ever done.Again, at night, he joined the guys by the garage, his popcorn laughter tumbling through our window screen.

Peter's kitchen window and new floor glowed. In the southern exposure: bright dish towels, floral curtains, hanging vines (some plastic) and windowsill succulents. He pulled a fob from a crowded hook, twisted off the key and reached it toward me.

"How'd you get this key? These are expensive" "I didna get it special. It was Monica's." My hand drooped in the space between us. "Peter, I'm gonna cry. I can't take this. You..." He shook the key at me. "Take it, take it, take it. I don't need it." I turned it in my palm remembering how she held the lobby railing and swung her bad leg from the hip for each step. "Thank you so much." "I'm having a mass for her, ya know? "A mass?" "Yah, a mass. A cat-o-lick mass. She was cat-o-lick, ya know. " "Peter, this is your key, if you need it..." He leaned a fist into the door frame, laughing from his belly. "If I getta new wife, ya gotta give it back"

[ireceived-p8250000]

June 30 - July 6, 2013

Sunday, June 30

Despite the heavy rains, I went to work and powered through despite feeling like I might be getting sick. I made sure to drink tea with ginger and bought honey for relief.

Monday, July 1

I lined up to pay my tuition fee and unexpectedly bumped into my high school bully. Although she recognized me, I chose not to acknowledge her and even reprimanded her to fall in line properly. After handling that, I took my Filipino and Chemistry exams. I went straight home afterward, missing Mansoor. Marvin and Julie were at home, and after eating, I focused on studying.

Tuesday, July 2

No morning exams, but I had tests in Dev Psych and English 8 later in the day. English 8, being an international block, was quite interesting. After classes, I headed home.

Wednesday, July 3

I had my Personality exams scheduled for the day. Before that, Mansoor and I briefly chatted, and I walked him to the SAO before heading home to eat and take a nap. After waking up at 4 pm, I rushed back to work to make it on time for my shift. Despite the rain, I had to take a cab home, which cost me two hours of my salary. I also received my salary of ₱3,450 and deposited it the next day after my Bio Psych exam.

Thursday, July 4

Took the Bio Psych exam with Mansoor beside me, and we grabbed a snack together downstairs. We managed an ID booth earlier and discussed shirt and hoodie designs and pricing. Aga and I agreed to go clubbing on Saturday, so I asked Beth to switch my Saturday shift to Tuesday, which she agreed to. Pol Sci exams followed, and then there was another meeting regarding print shops, where I found a suitable one. We finalized the log sheet and made progress on our shirts.

Friday, July 5

Received my grades:

Psych 105: 91

Psych 106: 93

Psych 107: 93

Chem 101: 89

Pol Sci 1: 95

Fil 3: 94

Engl 8: 96

PE 4: 87

After Saturday classes, I napped briefly and changed clothes before heading out, ensuring not to wear anything revealing. I informed Mansoor about my plans, and he advised me to be cautious. Aga and others asked about Mansoor, which I found insulting.

Saturday, July 6

We arrived at the club around 10 pm without any pregame and went to Ampersand, where we met Alyssa, Lou, and others. I didn't pay much attention to other girls and focused on drinking. Eventually, guys started approaching me, but I turned them down. Later, I connected with a guy on the dance floor, and things escalated to a kiss. I declined his request to go somewhere else but exchanged numbers. We had downtime at Volante, where Alyssa inquired about the guy I kissed, and I downplayed it, claiming it caught me off guard. I got home around 2 am, where my mother was understandably worried and angry. I apologized and laughed it off, then managed to wake up at 8 am despite everything, feeling drowsy. I bought Picari, Gatorade, and mefenamic acid to manage my headache.

[koffeetips]

Cold Brew At Home: My #1 Quest For An Extreme Easy Kitchen Counter Concoction

Cold Brew At Home Made Easy My Make Shift Cold Brew At Home The allure of cold brew coffee had been brewing in my mind for a while. The promise of smooth, refreshing coffee, perfect for hot summer days or any other day, was too tempting to ignore. However, the fancy or expensive equipment and precise ratios I found online seemed daunting. Determined to avoid buying any fancy or expensive equipment online or at any store, and fueled by a thirst for cold brew, I embarked on a journey of experimentation with the tools I had readily available: a trusty stainless steel mug and a handheld sieve.Here is the record of my cold brew at home journey:

My Mug Is Almost Identical To This One My brewing vessel, a 3-cup stainless steel mug, might not have been the most conventional or beautiful choice, but it held the promise of a single-serving batch, perfect for a solo cold brew adventure. With 2.5 cups of water filling the mug to just below the rim, I embarked on the quest for the perfect coffee grounds. After some deliberation, I opted for 5 tablespoons of Liberica coffee, a bold bean known for its low acidity. Grinding the beans wasn't an option, so I relied on pre-ground coffee, hoping for the best.

My Sieve Was Originally a Oil Filter Eighteen hours later, the moment of truth arrived. Armed with my trusty handheld stainless steel fine mash sieve, I approached the mug with a touch of trepidation. Would my unorthodox approach yield a drinkable result? The first hurdle was successfully navigating the grounds through the sieve. The fine mesh did a surprisingly good job, capturing the spent coffee while allowing the precious cold brew to flow through.The result of my cold brew at home:The resulting brew was a revelation. The first sip brought a wave of smooth, refreshing coffee. The absence of bitterness or sourness was a testament to the cold brewing process and the low acidity of the Liberica beans. While the aroma wasn't as intense as a freshly brewed hot cup, the taste more than compensated. It was a subtle symphony of coffee notes, perfectly complimented by the natural sweetness of the cold brew. I did mix it with a splash of fresh heavy cream though, that added another layer of smoothness to the taste.Heaven!!! Daily Routine Now: Cold Brew At Home This kitchen counter cold brew became my daily companion. Each morning, the simple act of combining water and grounds in the mug, followed by the overnight wait, culminated in a delightful pick-me-up. It was a testament to the fact that delicious cold brew doesn't require fancy equipment or precise measurements. Sometimes, all you need is a little ingenuity and a thirst for experimentation. Who knows, maybe your next culinary adventure awaits within the confines of your kitchen, waiting to be brewed with a little creativity. The only drawback to my perfect cup of cold brew at home? It's simply too delicious. Unlike some store-bought cold brews, this one is dangerously drinkable, easy, and simple to make. I can easily polish off 4 or more cups in a day, which, let's be honest, is probably a recipe for caffeine overload. Unfortunately, I was caught up in the daily grind and didn't manage to capture the process with photos. However, I'm planning to document my next cold brew session visually so you can see this mug-brewing method in action! Email Twitter Pinterest Facebook LinkedIn Reddit Keep In Touch If You Like My Articles. As much as I like to share my knowledge and skills with you, I love to hear from you. If you have any suggestions or comments, please click here. Also don't forget to subscribe to our quarterly newsletters if you like my blogs and like to keep in touch. Of course, read more blog posts I post now and then, such as  "Cold Brew Kits". Read the full article

[kzmfizz]

HELLO SUNDAY!

[231210]

Hello Sunday!

How's your weekend guys??

A long time didn't post here..🤣🤣🤣

My diary was blank for almost couple of months. 😅

Let's try to make more posts this December.😁

My daily life!

A few weeks ago my brother bought me new wireless headphones! 😍

One that I bought before already broke a few years ago. I just use earphones and earbuds.

Now I can use these headphones comfortably for watching drama. 😊🎧

My little happiness also arrived a few days ago! ❤️

I'm a coffee lover.. even though I didn't know much about coffee, I still love it!

The coffee's smell makes me calm and happy.

I like to drink light coffee, slightly acidic as my daily drink. So, americano/black coffee/long black iced are my favourite.

My new coffee stock... ☕

These past few weeks there are a few dramas that have made me wake up late to watch it. 🤣🤣🤣

I'm gonna post about it later.. (hope in mood for it..😅)

See you next post! 😘

[keefwho]

December 04 - 2023 Monday

10:57pm

This morning I took a quick shower and made a sausage and cheese sandwich with rice and corn. I didn't like the corn. I hurried my shower because I was finishing writing the letter for Daisy's friendiversary gift and it made me half an hour late to streaming. In stream I warmed up with a sketch for a redraw of a Venus pic and a couple of pony bodies. Also tweaked Opaline's face on a sketch. I finished Error's commission today and started one that's supposed to be private but I usually still stream those. In Mia and Me, Onchao talked and I thought he was very cute. He Man had a good episode covering some ancient Eternia stuff. After stream I dawdled a little but buckled down and got my workout done in a reasonable time. I think the stress helped me jog for longer as opposed to speedwalking. I did 3 miles instead of the usual 2 because I left out my 50 squat reps. After mile 2 is when I get into the groove and can keep going without discomfort. I took a shower and stepped out to touch up my hair which I think I did okay. I feel like I should know by now how to cut my own hair but I keep making the same mistakes. For lunch I made Dinty Moore stew and it tasted a little bland, I could taste the carrots more than normal as if they weren't cooked as long and I don't like that. Shortly after my dad arrived home with my groceries. I felt kinda icky packing them all away, more than usual because I'm averse to not knowing where things have been, especially things I'm going to eat. But that always wears off after a day or two of having the food in my house. I bought WAY more frozen veggies than I thought but it's good because they are all different. For some reason none of the 3 people I contacted about winning requests contacted me back yet so I had to work on a pic of Opaline I was doing. Halfway through someone did reply so I did their request and then finished with Opaline again. I did the majority of my work in VRchat desktop so I could listen to people talk. I found some teenage eboys and egirls to camp next to. For the last 15 minutes I was in TDS chatting with Rousso before he left to get on VR. After work I felt weird and stressed in different ways so I tried to play some Cities with a stream on the side but I didn't have any good streams. I switched to Hell Let Loose and did VERY well, I got 15 kills in one life laying in a field with the default bolt action rifle. I was a good shot today in general. Daisy asked to get in VR so I abandoned my teammates for that. I got my new trackers set up which was as easy as connecting them and waited for her in my bridge world. A good few random people joined and I conversed with them until Daisy arrived. We hopped to the Black Cat and found out about a couple of teleport rooms. Then we hopped to Furhub and checked out any new avatars. We found a very cute cat model. Then we went to a vore world before hopping off. We kissed in the stomach acid. I did my dishes while she transitioned upstairs like always. In bed I played Neopets while we chatted about our feelings and things between us. I spent the whole time cutting grass around a big campfire.

[i-am-brandon]

My Life’s Story Chapter 1

I was born in California, August 12, 1987. When I was younger and in school there were different trend’s, 1 of the trends I remember was the furby, everybody I knew back then had to have a furby, it was pretty popular back then, how popular you might ask, it was on the news, it was that popular, they talked to 1 random guy on the news and they said to this man, if you could have anything, what would you buy, and he said a furby, and I thought no if I could buy anything no it would not be a furby I liked furby’s back then but not that much. I had a black graduation furby I think. There were other trend’s, 1 trend in school was stupid, we used to wear baggy pants, pants so low they could fall off you and that was a trend to the point that a store sold pants that looked like they fell off you with a little underwear showing but they made these pants to stay on you like normal pants it was 1 of the stupidest trends I had ever seen at my school. Then there were video game trends like what you might ask. Pokémon was a big deal to the Nintendo peoples. Yep back then I grew up on Pokémon blue and red it was a game boy game and the Nintendo people I hung out with had to have it everybody had to buy it it was a big deal. And there was a Japanese friend who randomly went to Japan and he brought something that blew our little minds it was something that was never sold in the U.S. at all and that game was called Pokémon green. Sure you might of heard of Pokémon blue and red but there is a small amount of people that know of Pokémon green. It was only sold in Japan and we were amazed that this Japanese guy had it. We were like woh Pokémon green. Like he had gold in his hand. 1 exciting day for me was the day the game boy color arrived at a target store, it was purple and see through and I wanted it, and what game would I play on it, Pokémon yellow, I played this game until the cartridge stopped working, you see back then video games didn’t save, but this game did save but the way they did it was with a battery inside the cartridge and if you don’t change that battery at a certain point the battery acid will destroy the cartridge, so I destroyed this cartridge by playing it so much yeah the battery acid destroyed my cartridge. The first friend I had was British and his name was William and he lived across the street from me. And he wanted to be a director he would film toys because they were cheaper than actors which is now a show like robot chicken. William used to make me easy Mac and than he wouldn’t like it when I ate a lot of his food, he would say to me you come over here and you eat my food, I didn’t seem to mind him saying these things, he would call me a grandpa, he would say o your fired, not sure why he said these things but I didn’t care. 1 night I had a sleepover at Williams house I think I slept in a sleeping bag on the ground, that day William liked a game, what game, mega man x, William played that game the entire day, I woke up the next day, William was still playing Mega Man X. On a different day Williams friend came over they both wanted to watch a movie, what movie, not sure 1 of the Halloween movies, the killer in the movie might of hurt someone in the movie, Williams friend said that tickles, we all laughed. I went to a state fair with William I don’t know what day, back then I liked the teenage mutant ninja turtles, Michelangelo was my favorite of the turtles, at the state fair William bought me or somehow gave me a Michelangelo stuffed animal I don’t know if he won it or bought it, William said I know it’s your favorite turtle so here you go or something like that it was a very happy memory for me. William liked this 1 Batman movie I think it was called Batman Forever, he liked that movie so much, how much, he memorized all of the dialogue movie, it’s not a bad movie now that I watched it again I think I like the movie, people may or may not like the movie though, some say it’s average, some gave it 39 percent, some gave it 5 out of 10, but I like the movie

[shctsfired]

Harper couldn't help but scoff, slowly shaking her head as she turned away from the cell block door to look at him. "Barely. I'm not exactly an expert, I was just on the outside longer than you. But I've never seen that…not from a male or someone who wasn't already in the early stages of infection." She paused as her brows furrowed in thought. "One time I did see a shift to a special, a spitter. Before all that acid came spewing out of their mouth, they were clawing at their throats… but I dunno, that seemed different." Like she said, she wasn't an expert on these things, but she had seen enough outside to keep herself alive and knowledgeable on the evolving specials.

Her thoughts shifted back to the pen in her hand and she couldn't help but smirk. She was quite proud of how effortlessly she was able to snag the potential weapon, but then again, she was the last thing on the guard's mind at the moment. She looked it over for a moment; it wasn't a flimsy plastic one, this one was much studier, like the ones the doctors used. When he extended his hand past the bars, she had no qualms about handing it over; she placed it in his palm before leaning against her side, eyes glued on him now. "Do you know anything about picking locks, perchance? Because I sure as shit don't." She cocked her head to the side, gaze traveling to the pen in his hands once more. "And if we can't pick the lock, maybe we can take it apart and find something useful? Pull a MacGyver, ya know?"

She couldn't help but pause when he inquired about her arm. It was funny, she was so used to dodging death on the outside that the guard's roughness had barely even registered. But as she looked at her arm, there was indeed a red area where he had grabbed her and she wasn't surprised; he was shaken from the experience and probably grabbed her a lot harder than he had intended. "Yeah, it might bruise but I'll be fine. Thanks." She looked back at him offering a smile, it was nice knowing he cared. She broke the gaze, looking back to the pen as he tinkered with it. "Do you think whatever that was bought us some extra time? We were both supposed to go to labs tomorrow, but he said lockdown." She had been avoiding the subject since the first day he arrived due to his reaction, but she couldn't any longer. His first day in labs would be tomorrow if they couldn't get around these cell doors. "…I don't want to be sedated again." She admitted quietly as she gripped the bars tightly. She hated being a test subject for these assholes just to be poked and prodded at. "…I just don't know what's next if we actually get these doors open." She wouldn't think twice about biting someone if she really was a carrier. That could cause some chaos and a much-needed distraction for escape.

With the guard gone and Harper back inside her cell right next to his, Lance supposed that he should feel more relaxed again. He didn't though, and when she asked what all of this had been about, that feeling only solidified. Still. He looked up and met her with a smile, followed by a little shrug.

"I don't know. Maybe? You know more about this stuff than I do."

He'd barely finished the sentence and he was back at it - mulling it over. It had happened so fast, so suddenly...and yet. It hadn't in a way. And now, he couldn't stop thinking about it either. He'd thought about it. This guy. Choking on his own bullshit. And then he had done just that. Choked.

Of course. It could've been a funny coincidence.

Then again.

He'd seen this thing do worse things than just choke people. Or the infected. He knew what it was capable of. And it was inside his body. His mind. It hadn't said a word about any of it, and he hadn't felt any of its usual anger and creepiness whenever such things happened. Just his own anger in the heat of the moment.

So could it have....?

Snapping out of his thoughts because of Harper's question, Lance was quick to shake his head once, than focus on what she was presenting.

A small ballpoint pen. Inconspicuous. Plain. Deadly.

You can shove it into someone's eye socket or neck and watch them bleed out and die in seconds.

Hm. Probably not the most charming thing to say right now. Especially after what she'd just witness.

"You should definitely keep it close. Maybe we can use it to open the doors somehow. That's what they always do in the movies, right? Here. Let me try" he said, reaching out through the gap in the bars to offer her his hand, so she could place the pen there if she wanted. All the while using the moment to take a good look at her.

"You okay? Douchebag kinda yanked your arm pretty hard there."

[mountswhore]

𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢’𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 — mason mount

summary: it had become a chore to bring your things back and forth from mason’s home, so he made your life a little bit easier.

notes: requests are open, just ask! <3

for @stephspurs

“Good evening, bubs.” Mason wearily spoke, walking down his stairs as you arrived. You’d just come from work, stopping at home to grab your things as you stayed at Mason’s tonight. It was a weekly thing, staying over from Thursday to Sunday, and bringing a whole bag of things from home. Important things; like your toothbrush, your skin care products, and hairbrush. It wasn’t so much your clothes you were worried about forgetting, because you always ended up in one of Mason’s hoodies or shirts.

“Hey,” you yawned, putting your bag against the door of the living room and embracing your boyfriend, “how was training?” Mason just shrugged and kept you close to his chest, having missed you since Sunday the week before.

You’d grabbed your bag and trudged upstairs, putting it in it’s usual space beside Mason’s drawers. You’d started to unpack your things, as you’d be here for the remainder of the week. Putting all of your skin care into the bathroom, along with your toothbrush and hair brush. Your clothes just stayed in a neat pile beside the drawer, and your bag would be left empty until the dreaded Sunday evening.

“You know I don’t have work tomorrow.” You announced, rising to your feet and straddling Mason as he sat on the edge of his bed. His devilish smirk had appeared, hands finding the curves of your waist and squeezing them tightly.

“Really?” He questioned, watching the smirk form on your face to match his own.

“Well, I think I could manage to get the day off. I’ve been doing well recently.” Mason rarely gave himself props for how hard he works, that’s why it’s usually your job to do it. He worked too hard, even. Not know when to stop and have a rest, which is why it was so important for you to see him on the weekend. Because God knows if you didn’t, he’d be pushing his body to the limit.

“Wonderful. What do you say to ordering?” You asked, seeing Mason nod his head rapidly and push you off of him. He dived for his phone as you stretched your legs, limbs aching after a heavy day of work. What you needed was a bath, and so did Mason. As he placed an order, not even needing to ask what you wanted, you’d started a bath and rested your forearms on the windowsill to stare outside.

It was raining, your all-time favourite forecast. Mason would be less likely to train, you loved the sound of rain on your windscreen, and it made the best light to cuddle in. It wasn’t too dark that you needed a lamp, just an open blind to let the minimal light in. Mason was lucky enough to have a skylight above his bed, which you’d always look up at as it rained. You’d been caught off-guard when Mason wrapped his arms around you, still able to rest his head atop yours despite being on a stool.

“A bath, hm? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to woo me, Y/N.” He flirted, his hands reattaching to your waist. You’d just rested into his touch, feeling so much better since arriving at his. You’d both gotten into the bath, enjoying the feel of each other’s skin, as well as the hot water surrounding you both. Mason placed a few mere kisses on your shoulder, not feeling anything but peace as he held you close.

A short while after, the pair of you were stood in front of his bathroom mirror and doing skincare. Mason hadn’t the slightest clue on what any of the products did, but he watched you intently as you explained and applied it to his own face exactly how you did yours. He couldn’t deny how clean he felt after doing so, sitting on the couch with you as you ate your food. Nights with you were undeniably better than being alone — if only you knew how soothing you were to be around.

Sunday had come around, Mason had watched you pack your bag for the past 20 minutes. He sat in bed and stared with an obvious frown on his face, as you folded your clothes and shoved them in. You had enjoyed your long weekend at Mason’s, but now it was back to work.

“Mase,” you called out, not taking your eyes from your pile beside you, “could you grab my skincare stuff from the bathroom?” He hummed and quickly jumped out of bed, reading them out as he handed them to you.

“Face scrub,” he named them one by one, throwing them into your hands, “moisturiser,” he almost laughed at how ridiculous the names sounded, “blemish treatment, this has acid in it?” You let out a chuckle and took the tube from him, waiting for the rest. “Skin purifier,” returning to reading their names aloud and pulling faces at them, “anti-redness formula,” his brows tugged together at the thought of all of this on your face every night, “hydrating mist, this can’t be real.”

You groaned as you tugged your large bag to your car, waving at a displeased Mason, before leaving his home for a few days. You knew he’d FaceTime you the second you got home, and wouldn’t leave you alone until you were asleep later that night.

But there were a few hours you were sat at home, without Mason on the other line, as you told him you had paperwork to catch up on. He took this time to sit at his pc, planning to play a game, but instead looking up those ridiculous products you had. He’d slowly added each one to his basket, remembering what each bottle looked like, before paying. He’d even bought a bag with an ‘M’ on it, for ‘Mason’s house’. He’d bought you your own skincare bag to keep here when you visit him. To say this man was in deep love would be an understatement.

The next time you saw him was actually on the Wednesday, two days before you’d planned to go over. He’d asked for you to quickly go to his and wait for a package, as he was at training but couldn’t miss it. So you did. You let yourself in with the key he made you, lounging on his sofa until the package had arrived. Mason following thirty minutes after it.

“Evening, bubs.” He greeted, almost zooming through the door and grabbing the package, heading to the bathroom. You shrugged, continuing your scrolling through TikTok and waiting for your boyfriend to return from upstairs. He’d been a while now, and just as you were about to go up and check on him, he’d strolled down in just some shorts.

“Sorry, I wanted a shower before I hugged you properly.” Mason clarified, wrapping his arms around you tightly, eager to show you his surprise. “Why don’t you stay the night? I mean, you’re already here.” He made a good argument, and it was so very tempting to just do it.

“I have none of my things.” You complained as he led you up the stairs and into his room. He just smirked and stood behind you, the worry on your face becoming clear now. “What are you doing, you freak?”

Mason led you to his bathroom, the bag sitting pretty on his counter. Finally, he’d removed his hands from your eyes as you studied the bag. Slowly zipping it open, everything you usually use was in there. “You bought this all for me?” You were shocked at the gesture, watching as he nodded. The look in his eye was that of complete infatuation.

“I don’t deserve you.” You simply stated against his lips, kissing them a million times over. Mason giggled and smoothed your hair back from your face, a habit he’d picked up since you first began dating. “Do you know how expensive skincare is?”

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay if it means you don’t have to drag that heavy bag around.”

[nerd-at-sea5]

theif // family?

mike dosent take max/el announcing their relationship duting movie night to well, even if he's the one who provoked it-and his reaction not only hurts max and el, but also robin and nancy in the process. and then ronance being ronance bc i had to add in some of that ;)

cw-slurs, homophobia

they/them max and robin, she/they el, he/they will and jonathan, everyone else is canon

max didn’t think they spent to much time with el, of course every now and then they’d get distracted and then it was two hours later and max was past curfew but most of the time they made it back! what’s the big deal, anyway?

so when the two arrived for the wheelers movie night 30 minutes after they’d agreed to, because max has agreed to teach el how to skateboard, apologies spilling from their mouths as robin laughed from her perch above nancy on the couch, and mike glared at the duo, max brushed it off-he was always mad for one reason or another.

dustin and steve came back in with giant bowls of popcorn that made max’s mouth water just looking at them, while will and lucas managed to find whipped cream and cookies, and-much to nancy and jonathan’s disgust, ate them in one bite.

“how do you not like whipped cream?” robin questioned nancy, now laying with their head on her lap, “i don’t know. it’s just not my thing.” whole jonathan nodded, eating his popcorn slowly, “texture.”

so steve flicked on the movie, and max watched mike look towards el with a hopeful expression, only for it to drop as he watched el snuggle into max’s side, the redhead fighting back a smile as they wrapped their arm around the other, playing with their hair as the opening credits rolled, ignoring dustin and lucas’ whispers.

“el!” mike whisper-shouted, drawing both el and max’s attention-trying to ignore the slow annoyance building in themself, while el moved closer to him, “el come sit with me.”

“no i want to sit with max.”

max could hear mike’s annoyed sigh, “why?!”

“i want to.”

max could have praised el for being so calm about it, but in the moment their hands were itching to slap mike-they didn’t, of course, but when he groaned again, “yeah but why?!” they turned to him, pissed off.

“because she’s my girlfriend, asshole. now shut the hell up and watch the goddamn movie.”

silence, and then mike’s face when impossibly red-the boys choking on snacks as they laughed at him before he blew up, and max shot to their feet to meet him.

“GIRLFRIEND?!”

robin and nancy’s heads whipped over, fear stricken across both of them and that’s when max realized why robin was always at the wheelers, why nancy was always sitting through play rehearsal, why she spent her saving every semester and bought a ticket to every single show even if robin was on crew and she never got to see them-all the other little things they did.

so they clenched their fists and stuff between mike and el, and robin and nancy. rage no longer hiding behind a mask, clear as day on the redhead’s face.

“got a problem with it, mini wheeler?”

he scoffed and they stood their ground while he pointed a finger at them-like an old lady-

“well-well-just ‘cause you grew up in san francisco doesn't mean you can turn my girlfriend into a lesbo!”

in a flash, robin’s on their feet, fire and rage in their eyes and mike is stumbling back in shock-nancy grabbing robin’s arm with a furious look at all three of them. “stop.” robin listened, a shock to most of the other kids in the room-robin never listened.

max glowered at her, acid pooling in her veins, threatening to spit out and infect the boy in front of her.

“no i’m not gonna stop! he and el broke up a hell of a long time ago-and he can’t just go around being a dick!!”

nancy paused, took a deep breathe, watching as steve pulled robin back, tears visibly welling up in the older kid’s eyes as he and jonathan put their arms around them, a dull rock of pain expanding in max’s stomach, while lucas and dustin watched in shock, will stayed quiet, next to his brother.

they wanted to make him understand-get that he wasn't just hurting max.

when el spoke, her voice was a deadly mask of calm and max watched lucas shiver at the tone, they felt cold themself-it was scary, hearing eleven’s voice drop like that. “go to bed, mike. stop being mean.”

dustin cleared his throat, “y-yeah. we all need to sleep.”

neither mike nor max moved, max refused to let him win until nancy groaned and dragged him to the stairs, they had a quick conversation before mike sulked to his room, and max stretched out on the couch, closing their eyes and breathing slowly.

el’s hand made it’s way to max’s stomach, silently tapping out seconds between breathes.

when they no longer felt homicidal, max leaned into el’s body, watching nancy and robin scoot closer and closer to the stairs before making eye contact with the older wheeler and smiling, ‘go up dummy!’ they mouthed, as nancy blushed and nodded, tugging robin after her

--pov switch to nancy // warning for heavily implied smut/nudity (nothing graphic, duh) --

as they reached nancy’s room, she opened it to apologize for mike, to get rid of the tears cropping up in robin’s eyes-anything. say something-

instead she found herself being pushed up onto her desk by the taller of the two, coming to stand in-between her legs and kissing her. hard.

involuntarily, nancy let her wrists loop robin’s neck, clasping her hands together and pulling the other closer to her.

when they pulled away, pink in the cheeks and grinning, robin cocked their head to the side, “your brother.” they kissed nancy’s neck and the short girl gasped, “is. a.” in-between each word robin moved her lips lower on nancy’s neck. “right. asshole.”

“i-...i-i know...i kn-know.”

she felt herself tense, forcing robin’s mouth away from her neck in order to roughly kiss the brunette, sliding her hands under their shirt and running them over the muscle beneath it.

robin fumbled with the buttons on nancy’s shirt, pausing to look her in the eyes with such care and love that nancy’s knees would have buckled had she not been sitting.

“is this ok?”

“more than.”

robin smiled, and went back to undoing the buttons, letting nancy tug steve’s old ac/dc shirt off and throw it somewhere in the dark room.

her stomach flipped-she could see robin shirtless a thousand times but every single time nancy would feel her face heat up and she’d freeze.

her hands snaked to robin’s belt loops, rubbing the denim between her fingers before pulling robin closer by the waist, her hips pressed between nancy’s legs.

they leaned back into the kiss, the heat from nancy’s face spreading to her whole body-red with temperature and blushing from robin.

she pushed forward, robin stepping back-not breaking the kiss but standing as tall as she could to stay in it, pushing the taller back until their legs hit nancy’s bed-they fell backwards and....

when nancy woke up, it smelled like fruit and the beach, robin’s arms wrapped protectively around her, their chest to nancy’s back-and for a brief moment nancy panicked-what would her mom say if she walked in right now?

the oldest wheeler sighed, her parents and holly were away for the week, something about a camp for holly and how mike and nancy would be fine with their friends.

robin shifted and nancy was brought back to reality.

she loved robin, she’d been sure of that for ages-but sometimes nancy forgot just how in love with robin she was.

the other shifted, their eyes opening slightly and nancy smiled, “good morning love.”

robin’s face broke into a grin, “morning yourself early bird.”

she laughed softly, pressing her face into robin’s shoulder, ending up laying on top of them-robin’s hands gently tracing patters on nancy’s back.

nancy loved this-how safe she felt when she was just with robin, but she wished they could be like this in public-in hawkins it was ok for girls to hold hands, but not kiss on the cheek. not share drinks with two straws-nancy hated it.

“i’m so sorry about mike.”

robin swallowed hard, and nancy closed her eyes, trying to burrow more into robin.

“it’s fine. i mean it’s not but he’ll learn. he’s in love with will, for god’s sake.”

nancy let out a giggle in spite of herself, “yeah i guess your right.”

“always am, wheeler.”

[ratmonky]

Unsafe Words

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: dubcon, mind break, obsession

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Flowers were more beautiful when they first bloomed in springtime. The colors that would faint over time would be vivid and the smell they produced wasn’t like any other. Their aroma was as delicious as a luxurious perfume but yours were sweeter than all of them.

Inumaki stroked his cock with one hand and held your panties up to his nose with the other. Your smell was enough to make him feel intoxicated but inhaling it as he pleased himself made the experience even more ecstatic.

In his mind, he was fantasizing about going on a date with you, eating your favorite dessert together, and chatting about the future ahead of the two of you.

You would laugh at all the jokes he made to hear you laugh and brush your fingers on his forearm in a flirty manner, looking at him with a smile and suggest to him that the two of you get out of here and go somewhere more private. Somewhere where you could give him all your attention.

Would you take all of your clothes or would you rather have him undress you?

He knew you would actually rather want him to tear your clothes off of you.

He hadn’t seen much of your skin and the uniform you wore didn’t help his fantasies. Inumaki could only try to imagine what color your nipples were or how supple the flesh of your thighs was.

His cock twitched in his hand as he bit back a moan.

Too much.

Inumaki tightened his grip on the base, refusing to cum yet. He still had time. It would be meaningless if he came so early.

He pressed his face into your soft pillow, inhaling your faint scent. Ahh, that would be how you smelled if he were to inhale your hair?

His grip on your panties loosened and he focused his attention on your pillow as he turned around in your bed. With his face buried deep in your pillow, he reached for one of your plushies.

From the first year in the school until you became third years, he always wanted to be a little closer to you. Not like how you treated your lower classmen. He wanted more than that.

Instead of ruffling his hair and calling him a friend, he wanted you to pull his hair and make him the center of your world.

Panda and Maki had noticed the way he looked at you. They knew him as long as you did yet you were still clueless.

He hadn’t thought he would feel this way about any person at any point in his life but here he was, humping your plushie in your bed.

He wondered what would you do if you knew exactly what was going through his head during a day. Because all he could think about was bending you over the closest surface and making you moan out his name in a prayer.

When his cock twitched, warning him that he was close, he didn’t try to stop himself this time. He pushed his hips forward staggeringly as he came on the plushie with a groan, his breathing completely out of control.

He still had time, didn’t he?

By the time you came back from your shopping trip with Maki and Kugisaki, your room was as you left it, or at least you were too careless to notice your missing panties from the laundry and the icky acidic smell surrounding your plushies.

~~~

You were clueless.

So much so that it hurt him.

There wasn’t much time left until the third years graduated and left. Once the two of you graduated, you wouldn’t call him for obvious reasons. What did you have to talk with him about anyway?

All he could say was gibberish.

He hated it.

“You’re okay?” Panda noticed that he wasn’t eating.

“Salmon.”

“You sure?”

“Salmon.”

There was a moment of silence before Panda spoke again.

“You know, I heard (name) is going to move to Fukuoka once we graduate.”

He didn’t say anything.

“It’s far away from Tokyo, isn’t it?”

Silence.

~~~

The day of graduation came but Inumaki didn’t make a move.

You moved away and he stayed.

Maki kept talking about your new life to Inumaki while he was unable to feel happy for you.

Years passed but Inumaki couldn’t move on.

It had been a hectic day at work and he was getting ready to take a shower when he got a call from an unknown number. This was the fifth time they were calling. He wanted to ignore it because the person on the other side wouldn’t understand him if they weren’t one of his friends but whether it be curiosity or boredom, he answered.

“Ahh, you picked up!”

Inumaki’s body froze. He felt like his limbs turned into stone.

“Hellooo? It’s Toge, right?” It was your voice.

“Kelp.”

“That was for greetings… Right? I kinda forgot about your language, haha. I’m sorry for calling you this late. Are you doing fine?”

“Salmon.” His lips were trembling. You sounded excited to talk to him.

“I see! I’m doing fine too, I moved back to Tokyo! I got a super small apartment and everything, I moved all of my furniture myself, can you believe that?”

“Tuna tuna!”

“I know right!” you laughed and let out a small sigh. “Anyway, I called to ask if you would wanna meet up? I thought we could catch up and I could show you my apartment. Maki and the others said they were free this Saturday, how about you?”

“...”

“I-... Was that too many questions? I’m sorry, I’m just excited you answered the phone.”

He opened his mouth but amongst the many things he wanted to say to you, he could only speak gibberish. He closed it again.

“Are you there?”

“Salmon.”

“Do you think you’d wanna come to my place for a reunion slash housewarming party?”

“Tuna mayo.”

“Is that a yes?” You sounded hesitant.

“Salmon.”

“Great! I’ll.. I’ll text you the address, don’t bring anything, I just wanna see you and others. It’s been so long!”

“Tuna tuna.”

“Ahh, I missed you all so much. Fukuoka was no good. I feel like I belong in Tokyo with everyone.”

He agreed yet again and silence fell. It must have been tiring to hold a conversation with him. Most people gave up after their first try, it felt too much like a one-sided conversation.

“I should go,” you said, he could hear the smile in your voice. “It was really great to hear your voice again, Toge. I hope it was the same for you.”

Yes , he thought.

“Okay… I’ll see you on Saturday, I’mma text my address to you, and please save my number! We might work together in the future, who knows!!”

“Tuna tuna!”

“Goodnight.”

You hung up.

Inumaki held his phone up to his ear for a moment longer even after you ended the call. His eyes slowly landed on the tent on his pants.

You had missed him. You wanted to see him.

A second later his phone buzzed in his hand.

[New Message]

Unknown Number: [ADDRESS] i live on the fifth floor but there isn’t an elevator TwT you will have to walk up the stairs SORRY >v<

His lips curled up into a smile.

~~~

His hair took an hour to style yet it looked the same. He had even bought a new styling gel, ugh, what a waste of money.

Apart from that, Inumaki found himself in front of the apartment building, unable to push the door to get inside.

“Inumaki, great to see you again,” Fushiguro’s voice startled him.

Inumaki turned around to see the large group heading this way.

“Yeesh, did you drown yourself in body spray?” Maki covered her mouth. Kugisaki next to her laughed and continued teasing Itadori until they arrived at the building’s door.

“Inumaki?”

“Kelp!”

“Ah, it’s good to see you again. When was the last time we saw each other? A year ago?” Maki walked past him and opened the door herself. “Probably,” she answered her own question.

There was some small talk going on, everyone was talking to him but his eyes were going back and forth between the presents everyone was holding. He stared at the bouquet of roses in his own hand.

“What did you buy?” Kugisaki asked Fushiguro.

“A toaster.”

“Lame.” She turned to Itadori to ask him what he bought next.

“I bought a toaster too…”

While the two boys were arguing about how one of them had to return their gifts, Maki placed a hand on Inumaki’s shoulder. “Panda’s coming too.”

Ah, his expression must have contorted into something vile. She perhaps thought he was only worried about Panda’s whereabouts.

“Seaweed.”

“Which floor was it again?” Kugisaki asked no one specifically.

Inumaki held five fingers up.

“Let’s get going then!” Itadori smiled, “Feels like we’re wasting time here when we can catch up altogether.”

The trio started climbing up the stairs first, leaving Maki and Inumaki to walk behind them.

“They’re still the same, huh?”

“Salmon.”

“I heard (name) invited some people from Kyoto over as well but none of them could make it.”

When he raised a brow Maki explained further.

“Curse season in Kyoto, I think. Mai was complaining about having to work overtime and all.”

“How did she manage to choose the only damn building in Tokyo without an elevator!?” Kugisaki groaned.

Maki chuckled, “It’s barely in Tokyo, and honestly, do you think she could afford one with an elevator?”

The trio started laughing. Inumaki smiled too.

“Hey,” she said, turning back to face him. Her voice was quieter. “You smell nice and not like an animal. I can't believe you finally took a bath without anyone telling you. Wait or was it because you wanted to smell nice specifically for today? For her?”

When Inumaki blushed, she burst into laughter.

Itadori was about to ask what they were talking about back there but they had already arrived on the fifth floor.

There were four different doors but they could easily tell which one was yours from the bright colored poster you had taped on it.

“What does it say?” Kugisaki couldn’t read because Itadori and Fushiguro were trying to take pictures of it.

“Welcome back Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College graduates,” Fushiguro read out loud.

“Put some feeling to it!” Itadori whined. “There are like five exclamation marks on it, you have to read it-“

The door he was pointing at opened.

“I told you I heard them,” you said with a giggle. Panda was already inside laughing quietly. You greeted them all, smiling from ear to ear before moving away from the door to invite them inside.

The younger trio walked inside first, then Maki hugged you, said something Inumaki couldn’t hear.

His eyes were on you, admiring how gorgeous you were.

“Aren’t you coming in?” you said then noticed the flowers in his hand. "Aww, Toge, you shouldn't have."

He gave the flowers to you, his cheeks flushed faintly pink as he walked past you to enter your home.

Inside, Panda and the trio were arguing about how he had gotten there before them.

“It’s a secret!” Panda yelled.

“He came from the roof so he wouldn’t be seen,” Maki replied as she hung her coat.

Laughter filled the apartment.

Inumaki felt at home, it had been so long since he heard the lively chatter of his friends.

“I’m glad you could make it,” you said, fixing Itadori’s jacket he had left on the floor instead of hanging it like everyone else.

“Salmon.” His pulse went haywire.

“I don’t know if you like beer or cognac but we have both.” He stared at you a little longer than usual so you elaborated. “When I left my job in Fukuoka, some colleagues bought me a cognac bottle. It’s bitter but I didn’t wanna waste it.”

“Heeeeyy, (name)!” Panda yelled, “Tell the youngsters to drink apple juice or something! They’re drinking from our stuff!”

“I have more beer in the fridge!” You turned around on your heels and walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase, speaking louder so they could hear you through the thin wall. “Besides, aren’t they old enough to drink?!”

You peeked inside the living room to see what was happening.

Both Itadori and Kugisaki clinked their cans of beer, ignoring you while Fushiguro nodded in your direction to confirm.

“Then I don’t see the problem.” You took your place next to Maki.

Inumaki meekly walked inside, sitting between you and Panda.

“It’s nice having everyone together again.” Itadori smiled

“It really is,” you agreed. The beer tasted the best when you were with friends.

“Salmon.”

“You are so heartless, (name). You left us to move to Fukuoka.” Panda pouted as he leaned onto your shoulder, crushing Inumaki who was in the way.

“They offered me better pay.” You patted on his head, carding your fingers through his thick fur.

He leaned into your touch, humming softly. “Since you’re back here, money clearly doesn’t buy happiness.” he snickered.

“Money can buy happiness,” Kugisaki argued. “You can always buy the new fashion trends and new makeup. Don’t ever say that!”

Panda lifted his head to argue with Kugisaki while you used the opportunity to give out beer to anyone who hadn’t gotten one and you gave one to Inumaki, his fingers brushed against yours as he took it from you.

Maki gave an exaggerated sigh, “We came here to celebrate (name)’s return and her new place.” Everyone stared at her and she continued. “Let’s make sure to make her new house feel like a home.”

You listened to your friends’ cheers as they all cracked open their cans of beer, taking sips, chatting, and singing along to the faint music from the television program Panda turned on.

It would be genuinely hard to bring the gang together like this but one call from you had been enough since you were everyone’s soft spot in the group.

Years had passed.

You tried to not get lost in your thoughts and answered Maki who asked you what you were doing now that you moved here.

“Well, I couldn’t go back to working with Nanami since he finds me annoying.” You tried to humor it. “I live in a one-room apartment in the outskirts of Tokyo as you can see and work as a temporary sorcerer under someone Gojo introduced me to.”

Maki laughed, “What did you expect? Everything would be unchanged and that you’d get a job immediately?”

“I think she’s complaining about working for someone Gojo introduced her to.” Fushiguro theorized while holding his chin.

“No, she’s bummed out about living in a one-room apartment.” Itadori joined the nonsense.

“I’m just sad that I had to leave Fukuoka to live in a one-room apartment in Tokyo and work for Gojo’s friend!” you whined.

“Just like we guessed,” Maki said.

With another sigh, you rolled your eyes.

“You got yourself a boyfriend yet?” Kugisaki’s question made everyone look at you.

“I didn’t have time to find one,” you spoke behind your beer can.

“Talking about boyfriend…” Panda hummed, “Inumaki had a huuuge crush on you back when we were still students.”

“I completely forgot about that,” Maki feigned being clueless and punctuated her words by smacking a balled fist down onto her other hand. "I remember it now! How nostalgic! Inumaki always stared at you and all."

“Oh, really?” Your face softened as a faint color of pink tinted your cheeks, eyes landing on the young man who was blushing all the same. “You liked me?”

Inumaki kept nodding as if to agree with what they were saying.

“I never noticed,” Fushiguro said.

“Me neither, Inumaki is really good at hiding his feelings because he doesn’t talk much.”

“Well, that was in the past,” Kugisaki replied. “Some high school crush doesn’t last forever.”

Before anyone else could comment on the topic, Panda changed the subject, finally getting his claws on the cognac bottle to drink the last bit.

That still didn’t stop the two of you from blushing.

As the night dragged on, the chatting continued but as the time was getting late, people had to get going.

Itadori and Fushiguro left first when Sukuna’s vessel revealed to be the type who couldn’t hold his drink.

Maki and Kugisaki left together, Panda had told you that they lived together. You didn’t ask too many questions but you could tell why.

Panda took his leave right after the two girls left. He congratulated you once more before saying goodbye and leaving from where he came.

“I guess it’s only the two of us left,” you said, standing beside Inumaki after you put the presents on the kitchen counter for further inspection.

“Tuna mayo.”

“You can sit on the couch, I’ll go get some more snacks,” you informed, leaning forward starting to collect the empty beer cans but Inumaki got up to help you clean the table before finally, he slumped on the empty couch while you prepared something in the kitchen.

You entered the living room and walked around the couch to put a tray full of snacks and drinks on the low table. It was obvious he didn’t want to leave yet and you didn’t have the heart to bring up the fact that you had to get up early.

“You look different,” you said as you sat next to him, leaving a small space between. “I mean, obviously you would but unlike the others, you look more mature.”

He stared, waiting for you to continue.

“Nevermind.” Panicked, you instead reached for your beer.

Inumaki grabbed his remaining beer and chugged it until the can was empty.

Then you followed his lead to finish your own beer, once your own can was also empty, you both put the cans on the table. You felt slightly dizzy from the alcohol, you regretted drinking it too fast. You were quite lightweight after all.

You looked up at him with your cheeks tinted with a faint red from alcohol and stretched your arms. “So… you used to like me,” you said.

He clasped his chin between index finger and thumb and pretended to give the matter some serious thought. “Salmon.”

You laughed, something he hadn’t thought you would do. He hadn’t realized it until now but the two of you always had found it easy to have fun together. You were patient and you always listened to him. Always.

“I used to have a crush on you too but I didn’t think you liked me.”

Your words petrified him. The way you looked at him was indescribable, he had never thought he would see this expression on you.

You continued after a momentary silence, cheeks blushing furiously. “I mean… I don’t know, forget about it. It’s in the past. It was in the past. You liked me in the past. As Kugisaki said, a crush from high school doesn’t last forever.”

Inumaki opened his mouth to say something but he closed it when he noticed your stare at him.

“You…” you continued as Inumaki looked at you and spoke without thinking. “You still like me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a fact.

He felt a little embarrassed, he was way too nervous. You were both drunk and it was just an observation. Nonetheless, he went warm all over, eyes wide in surprise. His heart was hammering through his chest. He was sure he was going to die of a heart attack.

There was a small moment of silence before he placed his hand on top of yours. He couldn’t hide his excitement, he was here, alone with the woman he loved. He had the biggest smile on his face and he was as red as a tomato. Ah, his friends would make fun of him if they hadn’t left so early.

He was being too obvious about liking you.

“You’re too close,” you remarked with a giggle, trying to cover your embarrassment.

Everything was happening too quickly for his head to catch up. He was already embarrassed about the whole of his feelings being exposed and now when you were looking like this in front of him was off-limits.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He finally had you back, he was too scared to let you go.

“Kiss me,” he said, startling you.

A sudden rush of shivers running down your spine left you panting and you moved forward without even wanting to. Your body was moving on its own, your lips parted and pressed against Inumaki’s.

Your pulse quickened in both panic and confusion as his lips moved against yours, hesitant yet still hungry to taste you greedily. He pushed his tongue inside, savoring your taste as your entire mouth moved without your will.

His hand moved on your neck petting the hair strands falling down to your nape. Something closer to a laugh escaped him, it was the first genuine laugh you had heard coming from him.

He pulled himself back and you finally gained back control on your own body but something still felt foreign. Your head was dizzy. “Toge,” you managed, “I think you had too much to drink.”

“Fish flakes,” he responded.

Taken aback by his remark, you were quiet for a moment before making a move to get up from the couch. “You should leave.”

All of his remaining logical thoughts jumped out of the window as he sucked the air through his teeth, making a loud whistle sound. “Don’t move.”

Your body froze on the couch in the position you were. Your face flushed red as he carefully placed a hand on your hip and he started to lean closer to your face.

You watched him tilt his head. Slowly but at the same time desperately, he moved his hand. His hand slipped under your shirt, just enough so that his fingertips brushed the skin above your abdomen, and he whispered. “(name).”

Hearing your name come out from his lips made you feel euphoric. This was the first time he called you by your name and you wanted to hear it more.

Inumaki moved closer to you with a lustful haze in his eyes. He was already breathless for finally having you this close to him.

You felt the same way, being under him made you feel like you belonged there. It all felt wrong, this wasn’t a normal day where you were feeling aroused. You were with Inumaki and he was groping your tits. You kept trying to think rationally but your mind kept telling you that this was all you needed.

Inumaki was everything you needed right now.

Inumaki stared down at you, studying every detail of your face while he balanced himself on his balled-up fist. Your eyes and your skin, your hair around your head in a halo.

His chest heaved as he struggled to handle the new sensations you were giving his body.

You stole a quick glance in his direction and squeaked in surprise when his smoldering eyes stared back. Frozen in his place, he did nothing but look down at you under him. He sighed, he was already a little tired from everything he had done today. He was also very drunk but here you both were.

Inumaki leaned in for another kiss, his hand still cupping your tit. This time, you kissed him back, realizing that you could move again. Instead of using it to your advantage to push him away, you pulled him closer.

His weight started to settle on top of you and only then you noticed something poking your groin. You broke the kiss and looked between your bodies to see him supporting an erection beneath the fabric of his pants.

Your mouth opened and you gasped.

Inumaki took the opportunity to snake his tongue down your throat once again. You started to acknowledge what he was doing. He was rocking his erection against your groin as he kissed you. Your eyes widened. You could feel everything .

Somehow that made you moan into the kiss. His cock was achingly, impossibly hard. You moved your hips to his clothed erection begging to be released.

Although none of you said anything, both of you were thinking the same thing.

I want you.

It took less than a second for him to take off his shirt and start to fiddle with his belt.

You unbuttoned your shirt before hiking your skirt up as he was hurriedly pulling his pants down. As soon as he managed to kick them off, he pulled your panties down with force.

The way he was acting so desperate to get inside you made your breath hitch.

Wrapping a hand around his cock, he looked down at you to embed this sight of you into his mind. Another thing he had never thought he would see.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

Inumaki lined himself on your entrance and snapped his hips forward. Both of you groaned for different reasons.

“Toge,” you whispered, hands reaching out to hold onto his shoulders. “Be gentle.”

He wasn’t listening. You only realized that he wasn’t listening when he pulled himself back and thrust inside your pussy mercilessly.

A moan left your lips.

His virgin cock was being squeezed by your gummy walls, there was slick blood dripping from your pussy to the couch which told him how you had been waiting for him just as he was waiting for you.

Good , he thought. I would’ve killed them if someone other than me took your innocence.

At this moment, Inumaki was happy to know that he was the only person who had been allowed to see you like this. An animalistic snarl rose up from the pit of his stomach and he started fucking you frantically into the couch.

The pain of your hymen being torn completely forgotten, you exhaled roughly, it was too much, his rough rhythm and his cock stretching you out... it made your body undeniably aroused.

You wanted more but his cock was already twitching, threatening to spill his load inside of you. He cursed internally, it was too soon. He wanted more, he wanted to treasure this moment more.

His hips slammed against yours with force, each thrust filled with desperation to hold out a little longer so he could feel your heat surrounding him.

Nevertheless, it was futile. He could never stop himself from cumming when he had been yearning to do this for so long.

Inumaki grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them down until he got you into a position where he could fuck you deeper. He still wasn’t done indulging in your pussy, not yet.

Each and every time he thrust up into you, you moaned out his name just the way he had thought you would in his fantasies.

His pace picked up speed, he was close. He wanted to tell you who you actually belonged to by being deep inside of your guts. He grabbed your hands that were trying to push him on his chest and placed them on his shoulders instead. He leaned in closer to you, giving you the chance to wrap your legs around his hips.

Now, you were shaking your hips, moving to meet his thrusts. Gradually his cock started painfully throbbing inside you when you clenched around him. You were unable to hold onto anything but him, you were moving with him on the couch with each thrust.

“Cum on my cock,” he growled, not realizing the actual power behind his words.

You could feel the toe-curling pressure of orgasm almost immediately. A gurgle forced its way up to your throat and your body started shaking again, submerged in waves of hot tremors as white pleasure building in your gut suddenly took over your senses.

Your mouth opened in a silent cry while your legs shook uncontrollably around Inumaki’s waist. Disgustingly sloppy sounds as he thrust inside of you were all you could hear. Your ears were burning while you tried desperately to hold onto something to not completely lose yourself.

Gummy walls clenching around his cock were now threatening to suck him dry. Inumaki could no longer resist your pussy, he snapped his hips forward until they were flush against yours one last time. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix thanks to his cock being buried deep inside you in this position.

Thick seed spurted out from his cock and spilled inside your fertile womb, the warmth was irresistible, you could only think about being filled with his seed.

Inumaki brushed your matted hair out of your face and leaned in for a kiss, still rocking his hips back and forth inside you. You sloppily kissed him back until he broke the kiss to admire the look on your face. You found yourself staring at the heavy droplets of sweat that had made his bangs stick clumpy on his forehead.

When he finally pulled out of you, no matter how small your couch was, Inumaki managed to cuddle with you.

As the two of you were catching your breaths you completely forgot about having to get up early tomorrow or how you were still half-dressed or how uncomfortable the couch actually was. All of those thoughts were pushed back to the furthest parts of your mind while you buried your face in Inumaki's chest, steadily noting to talk about safe words with him in the future.