#i don't remember where my roommates were and why they weren't there most of the time

[luveline]

i have a request idea! maybe aaron x reader where the reader is bullied/ being maltreated by her roommates like that one remus headcanon you filled? i love protective hotch but i get it if you don’t think this goes with him! your fics give me sm comfort thank you for writing them <3

thank you my love. fem, 1.5k

cw bullying/ unfriendly roommates

You can't believe it's Aaron's car. No way is his timing this bad. There's just no way he's home from a case, that he's chosen to visit without calling first, today. Right now. 

He's out of the car before you've so much as wiped your cheeks dry. You've never seen him park that fast. 

"What are you doing out here?" he asks, looking you up and down. "Let me help you up, sweetheart." 

Sweetheart so soon after seeing you —you must look terrible. You take his hand and stand up off of the floor, unperturbed as he brushes down your butt and thighs. 

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" he asks, soft, "It's wet, honey, you're crying– What's wrong?" 

You remember suddenly that you have someone on your side. Shaking, you tuck your arms under his and cross them behind his back, the fabric of his suit jacket familiar under your trembling fingers. You feel like a kid again at the mercy of other people's cruelty, but this hasn't been something you could run away from. The meanness takes root at home. But now Aaron's here and he's holding you, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head delicately, his voice a murmur as he reassures you, "It's alright." He presses his cheek to the plane just adjacent to your eye. "Honey, please don't cry." 

"They smashed my vase," you say into his chest. 

"Who?" 

"My roommates, Aaron, they don't– don't like me." The vase was a gift. Special to you, irreplaceable, you've brought it safely from one place to another without ever having broken it. It was in the kitchen, housing your most recent bouquet of flowers from Aaron. "Macy said it fell over, but they were laughing, and they said the same thing about my bag, my– my sketchbook. They keep ruining my things, they throw away my food, and they laugh at me all the time, even when I'm not doing anything. I know they are."  

The laughing is honestly the worst part. Like your reaction isn't even worth considering, it doesn't bother them that you're upset, they just giggle and tell you to feel better. Sometimes they apologise like it wasn't them. Sorry about that, maybe don't leave it somewhere it could get ruined? with a smile that hardly counts as sympathetic. 

"How long has this been happening?" he asks. 

Months. "Since we met, at least." 

Aaron makes a noise you don't understand. You wait for him to say more, but he only rubs your back diligently for a time before ushering you into the car. A bag of takeout has gone cold in the passenger seat, the backseat busy with his go bag and a new bouquet. He's very, very good to you. 

In the car, he reaches across the console to fret over you, stroking your damp cheeks and rubbing your shoulders. You feel as though all your energy has been stolen. All you can do is lean into his hand as he wipes away your quiet tears. 

—

Hotch watches you cry in his passenger seat and feels pretty angry. It's not often like him to turn to anger when the people he cares about are upset. He's more of a problem solver. But when it's as bad as it is now, he doesn't bother restraining himself. 

He knew there was something about your roommates that you weren't telling him. Obviously, as the partner in the relationship who doesn't have roommates, Hotch hosts the majority of your 'sleepovers'. It's easier and awards more privacy most of the time, and honestly, he's not at the age where he's very interested in bumping into people on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He'd prefer to be home, and much prefer to have you there. 

He was wondering about asking you to move in, but there never seemed to be a good time, and right now your answer would likely be influenced by the insecurity of your home rather than true desire to live with him. He knows one day, he'll ask, and one day you'll say yes, (or he hopes), and so he keeps it in mind but otherwise proposes a temporary arrangement. 

"Let's go get some of your things and you can stay with me for a few days," he says. 

"Are you sure?" you ask. "What about Jack?" 

"He'll be happy for the company. Trust me." 

Hotch isn't shallow, but he likes being that little bit taller than you, and he's no brute, either, but he knows he's intimidating at times. He'd never use his position to scare private citizens in civilian disputes, but seeing the amusement in the eyes of your  roommates turn to nervous recognition when he follows in behind you makes his day. 

She's not alone, he thinks, putting his hand to your back. 

He might put their behaviour down to jealousy. Not so much that they wish they were with Hotch, there's hardly been any desire for him coming from either woman, but your happiness. You're a nice girl, a good girl, good in the sense that you don't need to knock others down to be happy. He treats you accordingly. 

He pointedly doesn't greet them as you show him the corridor down to your room. Your door is ajar, which he doesn't like, but you don't say anything about your things. 

"What do you need?" he asks.

"How long will I stay?" 

"However long you need to. If you want time to feel better while we manage this, or you need to move. I'm with you." He again thinks of the lack of a lock. "I'd say bring your valuables, honey. So nothing miraculously breaks." 

He ends up packing for you. He knows you well, and he's more than aware of what you'll need to survive for a week. What clothes, which pyjamas you favour, even your skincare. He has a career in identifying small details, but it's a better duty knowing you so well. He does that for fun. 

You stop by the door and turn into his side, hesitant to leave. He hates seeing you wilted, usually so bright. "They're talking about me." 

Your roommates are indeed whispering in the kitchen and Hotch would bet money that you're correct, but he doesn't want to encourage that line of thought. It could easily become a seed of doubt that leaves you anxious and paranoid. 

"I'd hope they were discussing their own bullying," he says. 

You rest your forehead on his arm. "What did I ever do to them?" 

"You're happy. You're grateful and loving, and some people can't stand it. They can't rope you into their misery," he guesses. "Have you considered the possibility that you're a bad roommate?" 

You laugh into his jacket reluctantly. "You know I'm not."

"Maybe you behave with me," he says, rubbing the top of your shoulder. Your laughter draws a silence in the kitchen. Hotch can't help himself. "Don't forget to turn your security camera on before we leave," he says, holding a finger over his lips. 

You smile. "Oh, I almost forgot about that." 

Your roommates aren't so full of cheer as you go. At least without a lock on the door, Hotch can be confident that his… bending of the truth will buy your possessions a few more days of safety. You don't have to tell your roommates that you're leaving, evidenced by your bags, but Hotch is feeling awful, and he says, "Do you have your bathing suit? Your passport's in the bag." 

"What is wrong with you?" you whisper through laughter as the door closes behind you both. "I had no idea you were this quick to tell lies." 

Hotch pulls your bag further up his arm to take your hand. "I wasn't lying about anything, your passport is in the bag, and I asked a question. If that question implies that you're about to have a fun weekend, that's coincidental." 

He doesn't want your roommates thinking they have any power over you. Not an inch of it. And he doesn't want you thinking that they do either, knee deep in plans for the forthcoming days. He's going to spoil you to death if he can, starting with a new vase for your waiting flowers, and a good squeeze on the way down to the car to prompt you into relaxing. 

"Sorry about all the fuss," you say. 

He kisses you twice. "Don't think of it that way." Rather boss-toned, he softens, "I'll deal with anything for you. I'm sorry they've been cruel." 

You exhale. He can tell from the tug of your eyebrows that it's partly for his benefit, and the more lax set of your shoulders that it's partly genuine as you brush it off. "Doesn't matter. Just an excuse to spend more time with you, yeah?" 

"Yes," he says immediately. "You're right, honey. Exactly right." Starting with one of his clumsy neck massages and a much more practised kiss, he thinks. 

[yeoosaangg]

៹ NO FRIENDSHIP || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 27

➛ PAIRING:: NAKAMOTO YUTA × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: NO FRIENDSHIP — DANIEL DI ANGELO

⤷ ❝DON'T WANNA MESS THIS UP, THERE'S TOO MUCH ON THE LINE.❞

➛ GENRE:: BESTFRIEND!YUTA, COLLEGE!AU, FWB, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: THIGH FUCKING, CHOKING, MARKING, QUICK SEX

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You were having fun at a random frat boy's birthday bash, dancing with some guy your roommate introduced to you.

You've had a couple drinks and smoked half a blunt, but had more than enough energy to last the entire night.

The guy gets a little handsy, but you don't mind since your goal was to hopefully get laid.

Your best friend wasn't having it, though.

Yuta: That's enough for you. Come with me.

The guy was going to tell Yuta off, but his icy glare makes him back off.

Y/n: Yuyu! Where've you been?

Your words are slightly slurred, but it's still coherent enough to understand.

Yuta: Was talking with Johnny about a job opportunity. What were you doing?

Y/n: Dancing!

Yuta: Uh huh... Let's get you some water and I'll take you upstairs.

You giggle, not minding being dragged up the stairs and into someone else's bedroom.

Y/n: Are you gonna fuck me, Yuta?

He rolls his eyes and hands you a water bottle.

He forgets just how horny you get when you've partied too hard. He remembers you begging to suck him off at the last party so he let you have your fun.

But you weren't as far gone as you are now.

Yuta: I'm not fucking you.

You whine, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loop. You takes his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while maintaining eye contact.

Y/n: I'll be a very good girl.

Yuta: Still not fucking you, so drop it.

Y/n: Then I'll go find someone who will!

You push passed him and open the door, but Yuta slams it shut.

Yuta: Stop being a fucking brat. You're cross-faded. That's why I'm not gonna fuck you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and jump on him. Your legs sit perfectly on his hips, his hands holding your ass so you don't fall.

Y/n: I thought we had a talk about this when we started fucking. It's even on paper.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it right.

Y/n: You don't even have to stick it in.

Yuta: I don't?

You shake your head and kiss all over his face.

Y/n: Why don't we just have intercrural sex?

Say what?

Yuta: What the fuck is that?

Y/n: You know, like if you were to fuck my tits but it's my thighs instead.

Oh.

Well, it's certainly a better option.

Yuta: Are you sure?

You nod, catches his lips in a gentle kiss.

Yuta: Fine. Hop off and get naked.

You do as you're told and help him out of his clothes.

You lock the door before crawling into the stranger's bed. You apologize in advance for your dirty actions, but you're not really sorry.

Yuta lays behind you, cock slotting between your thighs.

The friction was dry for the most part until his cock slid against your folds for a few seconds.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

Yuta: Be good and I might just fuck you.

Y/n: Yes, Sir.

He repositions himself in your thighs and ruts his hips against your ass.

The way his cock sends tingles up your legs has you melting in his arms. His hand tightens around your throat as he kisses the nape of your neck.

His leaking tip gives him more than enough lubricant for his cock to slide effortlessly between your thighs.

You moan, choking a bit due to his fingers pressing lightly on the sides of your neck. He honestly didn't expect to get this aroused, but he likes it.

Y/n: You gonna cum for me, Sir?

Yuta: Where do you want my cum, baby?

Y/n: Inside me.

Yuta: Yeah? Think you deserve it?

Y/n: Yes. I deserve to be filled like a slut.

Yuta: Not like a slut, like my slut.

You gasp in surprise when his cock "accidentally" slips passed your entrance and hits your most desired spot.

He switches positions, kneeling right behind you. He pushes your head deep into the pillows to muffle your screams of pleasure.

You desperately grab at the sheets, walls clenching around him. Goosebumps decorate your entire body right before your vision blurs.

He pounds into your aching cunt, cum spilling deep inside you.

He pulls out and cleans your pussy with his tongue. He even lets you get a taste with a deep kiss.

Yuta: Feeling better, baby?

Y/n: Much better. Can we rest before going back out?

Yuta: Sure. Just don't make it obvious that we fucked. This is Jaehyun's room.

That sobers you up.

There's no fucking way.

Y/n: My brother?!

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a/n: LMAO, i'm insane. also, this is probably the shortest thing i've ever written ო̤̫ oh well!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[get0sfav]

RENT? RENT | toji f.

↳ toji fushiguro x f!reader

your loser roommate can't even pay the rent had finally crossed the line, and despite being best friends, it was time you kicked him out.

18+ Minors DNI!

Warnings! SMUT, porn with little plot, canon divergent, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight degradation, praising, pet names (princess, doll), one (1) ass spanking, impact play, spitting, breeding kink, oral (f!receiving), creampie, teasing, cuss words, toji is a soft meanie for the most part, one or two parts are kinda cliche, toji is obsessed with reader's bazoongas (I apologize), sloppy writing, first time writing smut, not proof read!

wc; 3.5k

Your breath came out as short and sharp breaths, as you stared daggers at the oblivious man sat on your couch, watching the cable you paid for and eating the takeout you ordered for yourself, all while laughing loud enough to disturb everyone in his surroundings.

Yes, Toji has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and it was you who allowed him to crash at your apartment for what he said were 'a few weeks' but it has been three years now, and he was still here. Not that you minded, of course you didn't, you loved his company and it was nice having him around. But that was a year ago.

Since last year, you haven't been, well, to be clear, your financial status isn't the best right now. You have enough money to support yourself, but him? Nah, you had to work extra hours after office, working on Sundays and holidays to have enough money to support the two of you. As much as you hate it whenever you approach Toji to help with the bills or rent, he'd manage to come up with some lame ass excuse as to why he couldn't. The truth was simple. Toji Fushiguro couldn't hold a job for more than a month, and whatever cash he got, he used to spend on gambling (he'd end up losing all his money every time) or he'd bring home something stupid, something none of you needed.

Even though you loved having your best friend around, you couldn't help but think that you wanted a stable financially stable roommate.

"Toji." you called his name in a firm tone, but he didn't listen, his eyes focused on some stupid movie he was watching, while you stood there, overworked and stressed. You called his name again, to which he finally listened and paused the movie, lazily turning around to look at you. "Where's your half of the rent, Toji? It's due the day after tomorrow" you asked him with your arms crossed.

He simply looked at you, puzzled. "What do you mean 'my half of the rent' doll?" He mused over your words, looking at you intently. "I meant, as you live here, you're supposed to pay half of the rent, so, I'm asking, where is it, where's your half of the rent?"

A chuckle escapes his mouth, and oh, how your blood boiled at that. Did he think you were joking? "I'm short on cash right now," he said through a lazy smile, "I could uh, clean the bathroom or something if you want?" He continued, hoping you'd agree like you did every other time.

"No, Toji. I need the cash, if you can't pay the bills, then I don't have any other option than to kick you out." Your heart stings at the last line, but you knew it was necessary. You wouldn't have said that if you weren't in a bind yourself. His eyes widened at your words as he slowly got up from the couch, walking towards you. "You okay? Did you work yourself so much that your brain stopped working?" he chuckles as one his hand raises to knock on your forehead, and you swat his hand away. "I'm serious." You look at him with the same expression, not entertaining his jokes or whatsoever.

"You're serious? You kidding me or what? I've been living here f' three years and now you want me to pay rent? How am I supposed to take you seriously doll?" He mused, a lousy smirk on his face. He imitated your posture, standing with his arms crossed as he towered over you. "Don't go all strict on me now princess, y'know I don't have the cash."

Your blood boiled at his nonchalant attitude, giving him a warning glare. "I don't care if you have it or not. Arrange it from somewhere, steal it. I. Don't. Care. I need the cash." You asserted, trying to sound tough and all, doing your best to look intimidating. He looked at you for a minute, before bursting out into laughter. "Oh! Are you trying to be t-tough?" He barked between chuckles, clutching his stomach in over exaggeration. "It's not working princess you look adorable rather than intimidating" He tries to contain his laughter, pinching your cheeks as you started to get more and more frustrated.

He made fun of you for about another five minutes before you had enough. You slapped his hand away, walking towards his make-shift closet (which was supposed to be storage for your extra essentials, but whatever) and throwing out his stuff in a fit of rage. You were fully aware that you were acting like a child, but it brought some inner satisfaction to you, as you furiously threw out his clothes.

Toji raises an eyebrow, watching you toss his stuff out of the drawer, which he had organised just yesterday. If he was being honest, he was kinda pissed. "What the hell're you doing?" I ignored the slight annoyance in his tone, throwing everything I found that was his in the first bag I saw, "kicking you out myself."

"Woah, woah! Hold up! Slow your roll! What the hell is your problem, princess?! Can you stop being a pain in my ass for one second?" Toji says in his usual unbothered tone. He can't help but chuckle at you.

"Do you ever take anything seriously?!" You yell at him, already frustrated about financials on top of his annoying ability to not take anything seriously. Toji looks at you with a raised eyebrow. He can’t help but laugh at you, which infuriates you even more. "You sound like a grumpy old grandma. You sure you aren't a Zenin after all?" You continue to look at him with a distasteful expression, "Oh, calm down. I'm not gonna bite. Besides, where am I gonna go?"

"That's your problem to figure out" You glare daggers at him, way too pissed at him to have a normal conversation. “What if I don't figure it out?” Toji asks mockingly, throwing his hands up. “Where's your pity now, princess?”

“Oh, who am I kidding? You've got no pity for me at all. I get it, really. But hey, if you got rid of me, you'd miss getting yelled at.

“oh please” you roll your eyes and try to calm yourself, before huffing, “just- can you arrange some money for the month, I'm switching jobs next month so it won't be a problem.” You couldn't understand why you said that, after all you came in fully prepared to kick his sorry ass out.

Toji thinks carefully, “Hmmmm...”

“I'll figure it out,” he finally says. "But you owe me one, alright?"

The two of you have your little agreements and arrangements. You hate that you're not so mad anymore, that you're actually starting to enjoy this banter, that his stupid, handsome face is making you laugh...

Damn it.

“Hey, come here!”

“I have work to do, just get the money okay?” You whisper, apologizing slightly for making a mess of his clothes and all, rubbing your forehead.

“You've always got work to do,” Toji says, walking over and grabbing your arm to get you to stop cleaning. “But do me a favor and look at me, would ya?”

Toji can't help but flash you his charming smile. “Do you always put yourself first?”

“You're kinda cute when you're mad ya know?" he chuckles with that annoying smirk of his. "what the-” Now it was your turn to look at him confused, not used to such affectionate words from him “are you drunk?”

“I wish,” Toji sighs with a small chuckle. “But no, really, you're cute. And you're acting tough, but I know you don't want to kick me out. Hell, you'll miss me.”

Toji pauses for a moment and looks at you with those same warm, green eyes. “Why do you think I chose to come here when I could've gone anywhere else? What do you think I'm coming here for?”

“Because you have nowhere else to go, loser” You roll your eyes once more. You were still kinda pissed at him, but it was hard to stay mad when he looked at you with those warm green eyes which somehow always managed to calm you down. “Nowhere else to go, sure, but you know what else?” Toji says, taking a step closer to you.

"I could stay with my cousin, or a whole bunch of other people, but I decided to come here. Because being with you means more to me.” His hands cup your chin.

"Besides, if you get rid of me, you'd come crawling back to me crying your ass off and begging me to come back, right?" He grins. "Would suck to miss out on this... view.” He points at himself with a shit eating grin, and at the back of your mind, you can't deny his words. *"oh shut up Toji" You can't help but chuckle at his words. He truly was something else, and you enjoyed every minute of it.

"You know, you're still looking away," Toji says in a cooing tone, he smirks, taking your chin in his hand and tilts your head back to look into his smiling face. "It's alright. I'm used to ignoring all the attention I get.”

"Besides, I've always wanted to know one thing." He smirks at you, eyes glistening. “What would happen if I kissed you?”

Your words get stuck in your throat when you hear him say that. To say that you've never fantasized about his lips on yours, and much, much more, you'd be lying to yourself. You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't get jealous when he brought home all those women, hearing them moan out his name wishing it was who was doing that. But you refused to admit any of it out loud. You had always thought you weren't his type, the girls he brought home were the stark opposite of you, and you couldn't tell anything to him, thinking it'd ruin your friendship. Well, maybe you were wrong.

Toji stares at you for a moment, waiting for an answer. The sound of your breath fills the room in your silent moment, his eyes taking everything in. Then, his lips meet yours in an instant.

They're soft. So gentle. Almost chaste—almost. He pushes you back against the wall, pressing his body against yours as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair. The feel of your fingertips against his skin, and more importantly, the taste of it, is enough to make your knees want to buckle.

Toji takes it slow, his hands wandering, brushing against your neck and shoulders. He leans his body against yours, keeping his lips locked with yours. Each kiss makes you want more, your body heating up quickly. He pulls away after what feels like an eternity, and looks you in the eyes, your fingers still interwoven with his, your eyes still glazed with lust.

"You feel it right? The way I fit against you? Just like I'm supposed to." His voice is low and husky, making you lose your breath.

If someone held Toji at gunpoint and asked him to name everyone he cares about, the only name that would pop up in his head would be yours. In all honesty, Toji could've gone anywhere else when he had gotten evicted three years back, yet he opted to come at your doorsteps, which was far away from where he had worked. He wanted you. He'd always wanted you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a boyish crush on you ever since he'd known you. The way your hair was always tied in a bun, despite their fluctuating length, how you nibbled on your pen or whatever was in your hand when you concentrated on something, and oh- how perfectly yours tits sat on your arms whenever you crossed them.

His imagination ran wild whenever he saw you in those tiny, flimsy tank tops, which could barely contain your tits, and whenever you opted to not wear a bra, the way your tits bounced with every move you made, how the thin material displayed the imprint of your nipples. He'd often wondered whether you did it on purpose, wondered if you enjoyed him trying to hide the massive tent in his pants, and now it was all in front of him, you were in front of him and everything for him to devour.

Your eyes stayed on his own while his hand traveled underneath your sweatshirt, grazing softly at the skin of your stomach. His touch was cold against your warm skin, as his skilled fingers carefully made it up their way to the clasp of your bra, snapping it open within a second. His hands found the hem of your sweatshirt, ripping it off along with your bra, the cold air hitting your skin, hardening your nipples. Toji sucked in a breath, before latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, licking it and biting it while his hand massaged your other breast, causing you to let out a moan.

"Fuck-" Toji hissed, the erection in his pants growing harder and harder, straining against his sweatpants painfully. He lifted you up in a single arm, mouth latched around your nipple as he made his way over to your room, throwing you on the bed. His hands quickly tugged under the waistband of your shorts, taking them off. The sight in front of him made his mouth water, you weren't wearing any panties.

"tch, tch, look at that. You were trying to kick me out without any panties on? What a slut" He chuckled darkly, slipping his hand between your thighs to push them apart. You pleaded him, "please-" he started kissing up your inner thigh, moving painfully slow. "Please what doll?" The vibration of his words shot straight to your core, a whimper escaping your lips. "Please, please fuck me" You whined, which earned you a slap to your thigh, which only made you wetter.

After what felt like a thousand hours, his mouth was so close to where you wanted it. He took a deep breath, marveling at the sight of your pretty little cunt, all dripping and wet for him. Two of his fingers dragged against your folds, collecting the slick, sucking onto his own fingers. You almost came then and there at the sight, throwing your head back. Without a warning, his mouth latched onto your clit, ripping out a moan from the back of your throat. It had been so long you had fucked now, which made you even more sensitive.

"Fuck- so wet for me yeah?" he whispered against your pussy as you nodded your head, to which he smiled, continuing to pleasure your sensitive bud. Carefully, he put two of his skilled fingers inside you, making the feeling all too intense. "F-fuck!" You moaned at the pleasure as he worked hia fingers in your cunt, all while stroking your clit with his fingers.

The familiar sensation started to build up in the bottom of your stomach, as the noises you let out became more lewd. You were probably going to get noise complaints, but you couldn't care, not even one percent. You moaned out his name, "I'm about to cum!" That only encouraged him to work faster, and as you were about to reach your orgasm, he pulled back. Your eyes snapped shut as you looked at him, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Why did you-" A pout forms on your lips. He simply chuckles, wiping your juices from his lips and god- was the sight delightful. He crawled in between your legs, using his hand to pinch your cheeks open, spitting a mix of your juices and his saliva in your mouth. He taps your tongue with his finger, ordering you to swallow.

"Can't let you have all the fun now can I?" He chuckled, removing his worn down white wife-beater, working to open the knot that tied his sweatpants, pulling them down with his boxers. Your eyes blew out of your head at the sight of his cock, the tip angry red leaking with some pre-cum, and it was your turn to marvel at the sight. He was bigger than anyone you had taken, both in size and width and it only made you think one thing. how the hell would it fit??

"Like the view huh doll?" He smirked, his tone cocky as usual. He made his way on top of you, easily flipping you over so your ass was up in the air, to which he landed a harsh smack, causing you to yelp, while he kneaded the area. His hands found their way to your hair, tangling in between the strands as he aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing in, erupting a moan from the both of you.

"a-ah! too big, 's too big" Your whines filled the room, "Shh, relax doll, relax. you're doing soo good" He cooed into your ear, slowly pushing in further. He was an impatient man, and this was by far the most patient he had been while fucking, only because it was you, and you had a special place in his heart. He wanted to savour every moment, he wanted your walls to remember every curve, every vein of his cock.

(also because he knew he'd cum in a minute if he bottomed out all at once)

Carefully enough, his entire cock disappeared into your pussy as he gave you time to adjust to him, whispering profanities into your ears, "yeah, c'mon, take it all in, take it all in like a cute little slut" he cooed, moving painfully slow. Once you had adjusted to his length, the hisses of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he kept a firm grip in your hair, moving in and out of your pussy.

"So good and tight for me, fuck you're taking me so well doll" His pace picked up, moving faster and faster with each thrust, working his way into your tight pussy, the curve of his dick hitting all the right places. "F-fuck take it all like a good little slut." He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and harder. Your moans also picked up their pace, getting louder and louder with each of his thrusts.

He flips you over once more, picking up one of your leg to place it over his shoulder, the new position making his thrusts hit harder and harder, perfectly against your sweet, spongy spot. It also gave him the perfect view of your bouncing tits, one of his hands stretching out to fondle one of your breasts, which only increased the pleasure in your bottom stomach.

You clench around him, causing him to grunt "Toji, I'm close- I'm close!" Your hands grip the sheets, "Fuck, gonna come cum all over my cock you slut? Want me to fill you up nice and good with my cum?" That made you clench harder as he chuckled, lightly slapping your tit. "Yeah, yeah you'd want that. Well, cum all over my cock then, c'mon, do it." His hand, which previously played with your tit came down to massage your sensitive clit as you inched closer and closer to your orgasm, and then it hit, the most blissful feeling that you had ever felt in your entire life, and for a moment you could've sworn you saw the pearly gates waiting for you.

"A-Ah!" With another thrust, you were cumming all over his cock, as helps you ride out your high, chasing his own high. "Want me to fill you up?" He asks, pressing his palm over her stomach, your head frantically nodding. "Your mouth doesn't work anymore? I fucked the sense out of your brain? I wasn't even that harsh." He snickered, "And here I thought you never stopped talking." An encouraging slap meets your thigh, as his thrusts get sloppy, he was close.

"Y-Yes, want you to cum in me toji- pleasepleaseplease, want your cum" The words slurred out of your mouth, and that was all he needed before releasing sticky white ropes of cum into your cunt, collapsing on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight, his cock softening in your pussy, which was still clenching around him.

Toji slipped out of you, his cum leaking out of your cunt, which he pushed back in, bringing the thumb to your lip. You absentmindedly opened your mouth, licking it clean. He smiled at you and patted your head, laying down beside you.

"Still gonna kick me out doll?"

[dovveri]

what if nerd momo x bimbo reader author I need u

failing maths, but getting the girl

synopsis: momo and y/n have hated each other ever since an incident in first year. now, y/n's failing a class and momo offers to help.

warnings: mentions of blood and cuts, overbearing parents, drugs, implied sex

w/c: 4.0k

a/n: this is kinda funny for me bcs im blonde and my dad keeps making jokes in chinese about how im ltr a blonde bimbo now. anyway i combined these 2 reqs bcs im lazy forgive me anon/s

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"y/n!"

you turn in the corridor, almost crashing into the burly man behind you who yells a "watch where you're going blondie!" before rushing off to a class he was probably late to.

you spot your friends who had called you, grinning and waving you over, "can't go one day on campus without running someone down can you?" a friend teases.

you pout, "i didn't walk into anyone yesterday!"

"no but you got stuck in the revolving door outside the chem building."

you whine at their teasing, you were a naturally clumsy person! sometimes you'd mix up salt and sugar, and sometimes you'd lose your car keys only to find them still in the ignition keyhole of your car from the last time you used it.

"so you coming to that party tonight? i heard some famous dj from the states is playing."

"awwh really?! i can't tonight i'm failing that dumb math class i have to take and i have a quiz tomorrow so i gotta study."

"you're failing everything y/n, what difference would one night make for you anyway?" a scoff from a student passing by, who you recognise as the infamous hirai momo from the back of her head and the evil way she sends a side-eye at you and your friend group in disgust.

"i wouldn't be if it weren't for your sad ass hirai!"

"stop looking at my ass and get your eyes on some books for once."

momo was meant to be your roommate in first year. although you had accidentally locked her out in the rain for 5 hours while you were hooking up with someone you can't remember the name of anymore. that was during orientation week, safe to say she was pissed and completely drenched when you finally let her in. she filed for a roommate change not long after, citing "poor etiquette and stupidity that could infect my genius", and being the university's most promising academic scholar, she pretty much got whatever she wanted. meaning she also got you assigned to the harshest tutors and markers as her own form of personal revenge, essentially making you fail most of your first year courses. which is why you were even taking this math class again.

the problem arose however, when you find out you would actually lose your scholarship if you failed another class. so failing was definitely not an option.

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“you failed.”

“what!? but i studied all night! i even brought the right calculator model this time!”

“miss l/n, bringing the correct calculator doesn’t help you if you don’t know how to use it. and neither does studying all night if you haven’t been coming to class for most of the semester.”

you’re gaping at the professor in disbelief.

“i’m afraid you’ll lose your scholarship if you fail the upcoming final exam. take this as your final warning. good day miss l/n.”

the door is shut in your face while you're still left trying to process exactly what just happened, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

a familiar scoff behind you brings you back though, "what is y/n l/n doing here outside the staff meeting room? what? about to blow one of your professors for marks or something?"

you spin, stepping into her space, faces inches away from each other, "you jealous or something hirai? i'll blow you too if you beg."

you revel in the way her cheeks immediately flush, a slightly shaky finger pushing up the glasses on her nose as she looks away, "jokes on you l/n. i don't have a dick dimwit."

"you don't need one for me to make you feel good."

she's sputtering, moving around you quickly to escape, knocking on the staff door. you smirk, reveling in the slight win over her but immediately forgetting the feeling of triumph when you realise you're still fucked for your final in 2 weeks.

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"y/n, you know i love you, but i cannot explain this again in any other way."

you groan, hands coming up to pull at your hair.

"but you got like a high affliction or something for this class last year! if you can't teach me i'm actually royally screwed, pleaseee?"

"it's high distinction sweetie. and just because someone's good at something doesn't mean they're a good teacher. sorry to break it to you but i couldn't teach my little cousins how to multiply fractions without wanting to commit homicide."

you wrinkle your nose, "gross dude they're literally related to you."

"no babes homicide means i wanted to kill them."

"oh... i guess that's better?"

"focus! c'mon you remember how to do the cross product right?"

"i don't get ittttttt!!!!!!! isn't that just multiplication? a times b equals ab!"

"this isn't algebra it's vectors. cross product isn't multiplication y/n."

you groan again, facepalming the desk in front of you.

your friend sighs, "sorry y/n i have to get going now. promised my boyfriend i'd go watch his game tonight."

"what?! you can't leave me here!"

your friend's already packing up their stuff though, "sorry! good luck with the studying though!"

you wail in goodbye, sitting up again and slapping your face a few times, trying to hype yourself up.

two minutes later, and you're still absolutely nowhere.

you decide to go out for a quick stroll rather than start a campfire in the middle of the library with all your papers. the evening breeze feels refreshing against your skin as you take in the sky. breathing in a deep sigh and closing your eyes briefly.

definitely the wrong idea when you crash headfirst into something that yelps a "what the fuck!" followed by the sound of smashing glass and a whine of pain.

your eyes are quick to open and you stare down at a bleeding hirai momo next to what looks to be a ruined 3D print of a final project or something.

"oh shit momo! are you okay?" you crouch down quickly, trying to collect the glass pieces that have broken, yelping when a piece digs into your skin.

"has all that bleach finally reached your brain y/n? who goes for broken glass with their bare hands?" she's frowning, rubbing her head a little and inspecting the cut across her arm.

"i-i'm sorry i-"

she sighs, "save it. i've had a long enough day as it is. being around you any longer is just gonna increase my chances of dying to some freak plane crash or something." she's standing up and brushing her hands off on her pants muttering to herself, "i'll have to call security to come clean this up."

you realise then that her eyes look a little puffier than usual, slightly tinged with red, the telltale signs of crying.

you suddenly feel terrible. whatever you had just broken seemed like an extremely intricate piece of work, and she was still bleeding down her arm but she didn't seem to pay it much mind, taking a phone out of her pocket and dialing security.

you step to the side and wait for her to finish talking on the phone. she doesn't realise you haven't left yet, swearing under her breath as she assess the damage once again.

when she turns and sees you again, she scowls, "what are you still doing here bimbo? don't you have a dick to ride or some jewelry to shine?"

you ignore her, blushing instead, "you're still bleeding."'

she looks surprised at that response, glancing at her arm again briefly and shrugging, "it's whatever. i'll clean it up later."

you wrap a hand around her wrist then, still not meeting her eyes, "let me? it'll be hard to bandage it properly with your left hand. and i kinda owe you for all of-" you gesture vaguely with your other hand at the ground, "this."

she's tugging her hand back quickly though, "don't bother. you'd probably make it worse. just go home y/n."

you sigh exasperatedly, "won't you just let me help! i feel bad okay? i can't just leave you here bleeding onto the concrete waiting for security to come clean this up."

she's surprised at your outburst, eyes locking onto yours and then nodding slightly. you don't let her rethink her decision as you drag her back inside the library, heading into the storeroom where you knew they had emergency first aid supplies.

you sit her down on the chair and rummage through the small kit for some alcohol wipes to clean the wound first.

she's eyeing you with a sort of caution, but is quick to clench her eyes shut and gasp at the first sting of disinfectant.

it's quiet for a bit while you work on cleaning her wound.

"where'd you learn first aid?" she speaks up first, eyes meting yours again.

"my little sister used to play around a lot with the rougher kids in the neighborhood. so she was always coming home with scratches and cuts and my mom was at work most of the time so i had to learn to take care of her myself."

momo hums, "guess that didn't really translate to taking care of yourself then huh? i mean with the way you're always tripping over air and stuff, you're more of a danger to yourself than a serial killer would be." there's no malice to her words this time, just lightly teasing you and you smile.

"i am sorry by the way. for breaking that. it looked like it'll be pretty hard to replicate."

"nah. i can just print another one tomorrow don't worry."

you both fall into silence again as you finish cleaning her wound, going to collect a few of the bandages to start wrapping around her arm.

you clear your throat a little awkwardly, "so... long day?"

she chuckles humorlessly in response, "something like that."

"wanna talk about it?"

she bristles then, and you're quick to correct yourself, "i mean you don't have to. just... making conversation."

it's quiet for a little longer and you're finishing wrapping her up, grabbing a small adhesive to stick it all together when she sighs. "sorry. just had a lot of pressure from back home lately. my parents keep wanting me to hurry up and graduate so i can go back to japan and take over the family companies. they called earlier saying how they're cutting off my funding for next year if i continue to drag out my studies."

"what? but you're only 23. don't you have like, things left you wanna do before you're all old and unable to move anymore?"

she giggles a little, its the first time you've heard that from her, "yeah tons actually. i've always wanted to see the northern lights and stay in one of those cute little igloos in finland, maybe go to antarctica and do some research there."

"okay! do that! what's stopping you?"

she smiles at you sadly, "my parents won't allow it. they'd disown me for not taking over their companies. and frankly, i'd be broke without them. i don't have the kind of money to keep living abroad like this if they were to stop supporting me."

you tilt your head a little in confusion, "can't you find a job?"

she's laughing then, a full, nose-scrunching laugh, "not with the classes i'm taking. i'd have to either take part-time study, which my parents would literally kill me for because it's 'embarassing' and would bring shame on our family name, or... never sleep again and take a night job or something."

you frown, sitting back on your heels.

"thanks for this by the way. you're still hurt though, do you want me to do you?"

"-and don't make a weird joke about that." she interrupts you before you can even open your mouth.

you pout, nodding a little as she laughs, and grabs the first aid box from you, gently placing your hand in her lap and cleaning your fingers.

you're caught by the way her eyebrows furrow a little in concentration, her teeth biting into her bottom lip slightly, and you can't help but think she looks cute.

you're brought quickly out of these alarming thoughts though, when she asks "how come you're in the library so late on a friday night anyway? never thought the day would come."

you groan, remembering the stack of math papers you have sitting on your desk, "i have to study for a math final coming next week. if i fail i lose my scholarship and i can't let my mom pay for any of this. she's already worked hard enough getting both my sister and me through school."

momo looks surprised at your admission, "oh. i'm sorry. i didn't know you were on scholarship."

you hum, "yeah most people don't assume it from looking at me." you tease a little, flipping your blonde hair over your shoulder and giving a little jingle of your bracelets.

"i'm not materialistic or anything but i enjoy having things that make me look nice y'know?"

she rolls her eyes, placing bandaids carefully onto your fingers.

"you don't need any of those things anyway."

you're caught again, unsure whether that was a compliment or some new way of torturing you.

she clears her throat, "all done."

you look at your hand, cutely littered with some winnie the pooh bandaids she must have found in the first aid kit.

you beam up at her, "thanks!"

she blushes a little and looks away from you, shyly rubbing the back of her neck, "hey look... i can help you study for that test next week if you want. don't want you losing your scholarship over something simple like that. plus i kinda helped go through all the first year math exams for some extra credit with the head of department."

you're shocked at first, and then jumping and squealing, bringing her up with you, "what?! you will?! oh my god thank you!!!!! holy shit oh my god i'm not gonna fail oh shit i'm-"

she's shooshing you in an instant though, a hand clamped over your mouth, eyes darting behind you, "y/n! we're still in a library!"

you grin when she lets you go, whispering loudly, "thank you!"

she's rolling her eyes and letting herself be dragged over to your table, praying that she didn't make the wrong decision deciding to help you.

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momo's standing outside your lecture theatre, waiting for your class to end. you texted her saying you were getting your final results back today so she decided to pop by and make sure everything was okay.

once students start exiting the class she slips in, walking towards the professor who's packing up her stuff..

"momo! good to see you here. although i'm a little surprised. i wasn't expecting you."

"hey professor kwon. i'm just here to-"

momo's attacked from the back, you're squealing as you latch onto her excitedly, waving a test paper in front of her face, "i passed! momo look i passed! with a 62!!!!! that's higher than i've ever gotten!!!!!"

"miss l/n. i didn't know you knew momo." professor kwon is looking you up and down with a little distaste but you ignore it, squeezing momo even tighter in thanks.

"y/n- stop- wait lemme see that-" she snatches the paper out of your hand and scans it, eyes lighting up when she confirms you did in fact pass.

"congratulations! all that hard work really paid off."

you're blushing, "couldn't have done it without you hirai. c'mon, come out with my friends and i tonight to celebrate!"

"o-oh i don't know about that y/n... i've got-"

"study yeah yeah you always do. but you've gotta relax every now and then you know?"

"miss l/n is right momo. you're the most hardworking student here you should give yourself a break every now and then."

you're nodding fiercely, "right right! thanks professor kim!"

she looks at you with a glare, "kwon. its professor kwon miss l/n."

you're nodding, waving her off shaking momo, "c'mon pleaseeeeeeee? i'll pay for everything. as a thanks for helping me. and i can afford it now too since i won't be losing my scholarship which is also thanks to you so..!"

momo's still uncertain, hand at the back of her neck again, a nervous tick you've picked up on.

"oh professor i just remembered!" you're switching back to your professor, excitement and attention everywhere, "you were looking for outstanding students to tutor next semester right? how about momo? she's the only reason i passed this final and trust me when i say i'm a pretty difficult student to teach."

"oh?" the professor looks towards momo who's eyes have widened, "i had actually planned on asking you regardless but seeing as you were very successful with miss l/n it's just even more proof that you'd be a great teacher. what do you say momo? it's paid decently and great on your academic and work transcripts as well..."

you're looking between your professor and momo with full eyes.

momo looks like she's about to reject the offer, you knew it was because her parents expected her to be back in japan next year but you stop her before she's able to say anything.

"momo! this is great! this is exactly what you need! a job while you're still at uni so you can study at any time but still get paid for it!"

"y/n..."

"it's okay momo. think about it and let me know if you're interested and you've got the job 100%. i've got to get going to my next class now but goodbye girls, congratulations miss l/n but i hope i won't be seeing you in my class next year."

"oh definitely not professor kim!" you wave enthusiastically, giggling at the way the professor sighs in defeat.

you look back at momo who still looks a little stunned.

"well? what do you think?" you ask her excitedly.

"i- i don't know... there's a lot to think about..."

you tilt your head to the side a little in confusion, a gesture momo was beginning to grow fond of.

"i can't just abandon my family y/n. it's a decision that will take me some time to go over." she smiles at you gently, you can't believe this was the same girl who used to call you mean words and intentionally pray on your downfall.

"mm okay. i don't really get it but as long as you're happy in the end it doesn't matter. now c'mon! you coming tonight or not?"

she sighs fondly, "yeah yeah just this once. and we better be home by 12!"

you're pulling her along again scoffing, "riiiiiiiiight 12pm maybe."

"y/n!"

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momo was most definitely out of her comfort zone. she mostly stuck to the bar, avoiding eye contact with people who tried to approach her. she quickly ordered another drink, hoping the alcohol could at least ease her nerves.

you were most definitely in your zone. you adored being able to dress up and let loose, especially when everyone else is so drunk you’re no longer the only person falling over themselves. you could laugh a little and have fun as well.

you could feel momo’s eyes on you and you ached to drag her out onto the dance floor and join you but she was adamant on staying by the bar when you had tried.

you’re not sure if it was the alcohol or maybe you were just attracted to her now after you’ve spent a whole week studying with her pretty much every minute of every day. but she looked good. you licked your lips as your eyes trailed down the slant of her jawline, her neck and clavicles outlined in the halter top she was sporting. your eyes politely moved past her chest but darted straight down to the abs that she apparently had hidden from the entire student body. how did she even have time to have abs when she always had her nose in a book or was in a lab conducting experiments?

you snap out of it when you realise said abs were moving closer to you for some reason, and suddenly she's all in your space, shoving someone behind you that you hadn't even realised was there in your momo-induced daze.

you turn to see a man with half his shirt unbuttoned and a look of surprise on his face. "the fuck dude?"

momo says nothing, reaching for your drink instead, sticking a finger in and swirling it around for 2 seconds before bringing it to her lips.

that was hot.

"rohypnol."

"what? what the fuck are you on about?" the guy is annoyed, drawing the attention of bystanders as they create a small circle around the three of you, you spot your friends in the crowd looking at you in confusion silently asking what's going on?

you can only shake your head, attention moving back to momo who's standing up straight, almost chest to chest with the guy now.

"rohypnol. a drug belonging to the benzodiazepine class of drugs that inhibits the central nervous system causing the user to experience extreme drowsiness and even blackout in some cases. it can also cause the user memory loss and brings the user to a higher state of intoxication in a rapid amount of time. it's street name is roofies."

the man is sputtering now, "w-what? what is this bullshit? what are you tryna say huh?"

"that you tried to roofie my friend here. do you want me to call the police? have them check this drink for traces of the drug?"

"what!? the fuck?!"

momo sighs, her eyes closing for a second, "is your vocabulary only limited to what? and the fuck? it's getting tiring talking to you."

he's gaping like a fish, the people surrounding you have called security over and they're tying his hands behind his back and he's left squirming against them, yelling more curses as momo stands stoically, watching him get taken away.

she sighs when he's out of sight and turns to you with a smile, "you should be more careful. you could've been hurt tonight."

you can't even think straight and the music is being turned back up, and momo looks so good, you can't help the way you're pulling her in by the waist and planting your lips on hers.

she makes a sound of surprise and is shocked for a second, but closes her eyes and returns the kiss, maneuvering you a little so she can place the spiked drink on a nearby table before her hand returns to you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other on your shoulder.

you're a little desperate when you claw at her abs that are now within touching distance, and she giggles into the kiss. you mutter a small shut up, reattaching your lips, feeling all the adrenaline of the night pumping through you as you mould yourself against her.

"god is it weird that- that kinda turned me on a little?" you're speaking between breaths, her lips swallowing up your words, not letting you catch a break.

she hums lightly against you, "which part?"

"the- when you were talking- about all those chemicals- and whatever-"

she breaks away from you then, an eyebrow arched and a hint of a smirk on her face, "you get off on me talking nerdy?"

you want to wipe that smirk off her face. "take me home and i'll show you what i get off on."

her eyes darken considerably, and she's tugging you towards the exit, grabbing the spiked drink and pouring it down the drain first to make sure no one drinks it. the little action of consideration even when you're both overwhelmed with lust just gets you more wet.

you send a quick text to your friends saying you had to leave early, and then you're in a cab, lips on each other's again, hands roaming and exploring every inch of available skin.

you suppose the one good thing out of that math exam was it bringing the two of you together at last.

[leoandmarz]

𝘛𝘰-𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 - Schlatt!

based off of "B.s." by Jhene Aiko where your wack ass bf treats u horribly so u sleep with his roommate • also based off of H.E.R.S line where she goes "I just met your roommate put him on my to-do list" enjoy! <3 

"Done fucking with you, don't know how to love me."

"It seems like I give so much and don't get nothing back!" 

"I really thought it was love but you're so fucking wack." 

We're the last 3 messages you sent to your now ex-boyfriend after you found out he cheated on you for the 2nd time now, fed up and not taking any apologies of his anymore.

You pulled a suitcase from the closet and started packing all your things, not having to pack much since you had your own apartment and kept some of your stuff at his house, as you packed most of your things up, you went into the bathroom to get all your perfumes, lotions, etc

While making your rounds you soon bumped into his roommate, Schlatt.

You couldn't lie to yourself, especially not anymore since you were "single" you had always thought Schlatt was attractive but never made things awkward since he was your boyfriend's roommate, and friend.

"Where ya off too in a rush toots?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion, as you blushed at the nickname he always called you "toots" fuck. you couldn't even remember the last time your boyfriend had called you "baby"?!

"I'm leaving, I found out Andrew cheated on me, again." You told him, as his eyes got wide

"Again? Holy fuck I'm sorry I didn't even know he cheated the first time?!" He told you, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought in the back of his head why the hell Andrew would ever cheat on someone like you, especially twice.

"Do ya need help packing than toots?" He asked as you shook your head "I don't have much here" you told him as you both chuckled.

As you two crossed paths and you went back to the room to finish up the last of packing you had to do when your phone started blowing up, already knowing why and looking at the notifications 

"Of fucking course" you muttered to yourself as you opened your phone to see text messages from Andrew apologizing and telling you it was a one time thing and that he'll never do it again.

As you left his messages on read you scoffed and put your phone in your pocket, Andrew still blowing up your phone you zipped up the suitcase and turned around when you saw Schlatt standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets

"Is that him blowing up your phone?" He said, scoffing as you nodded your head, the way he was leaning on the doorframe and had his head tilted, looking at you, had a million thoughts running through your mind.

"What're you looking at toots?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear, as you shook your head "nothing, sorry you scared me" you told him, playing it off as if you weren't just checking him out.

"Are you sure thats the case? Cause I'm sure the look on your face wasn't anything near to you looking scared, toots" He said, taking his hands out his pocket as he walked up to you, looking down at your figure

As he looked down at your embarrassed state, chuckling as he picked his hand up to your chin, making you look up at him, as you gulped, your voice getting stuck in your throat as his other hand trailed down to your hips, his head leaning down into the crook of your neck

"You know, I really don't understand how that wack ass boyfriend of yours even managed to pull you" his voice tickling your neck as a shiver ran down your spine, "Let alone cheat on you? I don't think you realize how long I've kept my eyes on you wishing I was him toots"

A whine spilling out your mouth as his mutton chops brushed up against neck even more, and you could practically feel his lips on your neck, driving you absolutely bat shit crazy.

"Schlatt-" you whine, now both his hands are gripping your hips, as his breath starts getting faster as you whine his name, looking up from the crook of your neck, "Wha'cha need doll?" His hands letting go the grip of your hips as he starts exploring your body 

"Please Schlatt m' need you" you whine louder, as his hands instantly pick you up and throw you on the bed, leaning down and leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline and down your neck

His quick actions making your back arch and grip his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist, "Holy shit Schlatt!" You yelp, gripping his hair harder, dragging a groan out of him making him grab your hands and pin them against above your head

You gasp at the quickness of his doings, "Keep doing that and you're not gonna get what you want, okay doll?" He tells you, as he continues to mark up your neck making you nod and whine

As he gets up and leads his hand down to your pants, looking up at you for permission as you immediately nod your head making him scoff at your need for his touch, quickly yanking off your pants making you yelp as he throws them behind him somewhere as he looks down at your spread out body, chuckling to himself as he pulls your panties down your legs and swiping a line up your folds, making you moan and throw your head back.

"That feel good toots?" He says as his hand proceeds to play with your clit making you squirm and moan

"Gotta stay still for me if you want this okay baby?" He says, pressing a hand down on your hips, as his continues to play with you before shoving in a finger without any notice making you moan even louder

"Shit doll" he scoffs "never been fucked like this before by that douche?" He says, laughing to himself as he pushes in another finger, curling them making you go absolutely crazy

As he continues to rip moans and whines from your mouth you could feel yourself getting close, "Schlatt m' close please-" as he speeds up his fingers, slipping in a third making you cum right there on his fingers as you arch your back and moan his name.

"Holy fucking shit." You say, looking up at Schlatt, sitting up on your shoulders.

"You think that we're finished here?" He says, making your eyes go wide as he chuckled at your reaction, as he pulls at his sweats, pulling both his sweatpants and boxer down in one swift move, as you see his cock spring up and hit his stomach, you arch your back at the thought of his length in you.

As he wastes no time, grabbing his dick and rubbing his tip up and down your folds, making you moan loudly, and without any further notice pushing himself in you, making both of you throw your heads back and groan, as he let you adjust to his size, "Let me see your phone toots" as you look up at him in confusion but grab it from the side of the bed and hand it to him, as he opens your phone snapping a picture of your fucked out face and his dick in you and sending proceeding to send it to somebody.

"Who'd you send that to?" You ask worryingly, "Nobody, but we better make this quick before we get interrupted okay toots?" He says as you nod and he quickly snaps his hips, pushing his cock deep into you making you fall back and grip the sheets, your legs still wrapped around his waist as he holds them and continues to push himself as deep into you as he could, groaning and moaning your name.

"Fuck baby you feel so fucking amazing, shit!" He says, his head thrown back as he's still fucking you so roughly the bed is moving with every thrust, throwing both you and him off the edge, "Fucking shit-!" You moan, as Schlatt leans down, kissing your neck sloppily, leaving more marks this time as he slows his thrusts

"Shit I'm close again Schlatt!" You cry out, gripping his hair again while he's still leaving hickeys all over your neck and chest, hearing this makes him fasten his pace, reaching his climax as he grips your hips, his grip surely leaving bruises but you could care less right now.

As both of your heads are thrown back still, he's fucking you like there's no tomorrow making him hit your g spot totally throwing you over the edge and crying his name out and you thug on his hair and ride out your high, tightening your thighs making him cum quickly after and collapsing on-top of you, both of you laying there trying to catch your breaths. 

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that with you toots, thought I'd never have the chance" he admits, making you scoff and hit him lightly.

Shortly after you grab your phone to see that Schlatt had sent the photo of you fucked out on his dick to Andrew, and than silencing your phone, seeing how you had a bunch of missed calls and messages from him calling you a cheater and how could you do that to him, as you responded "just met your roommate put him on my to-do list."

As you laugh and show Schlatt, who's now cleaning you up with a warm rag and helping you into a fresh set of clothes, laughing and shaking his head 

"He's not gonna do anything toots, promise me and if he does it'll be to me" he says, pecking your cheek and carrying you to the living room, leaving the mess you guys made for your ex to see on his bed.

As time went on Schlatt had packed all your stuff into your car for you and went inside to go get you, "You ready toots? Or want me to drive you home" he asks with a grin on his face as you nod, leaving him to pick you up and put you in the passenger seat and start the car and start driving off to take you home

"What about you? How are you gonna get home?" You asked, "Ah, I'll just call an Uber or maybe stay at yours?" He says, a sly smirk on his face as he rests his right hand on your thigh rubbing circles with his thumb, and his left hand controls the steering wheel.

"Maybe we'll have a round 2 I don't know toots" he says, making you playfully slap him and making him chuckle and squeeze your thigh.

(P.s. u guys did indeed have round 2 🥰)

[oliveisme533]

My dad’s neighbor is a dilf

Chapter 1

Joel Miller x you

Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..

You were a teacher so the summer months were nice and slow. As you packet your suitcase, you thought back to the phone call with your dad just a few weeks prior. "Hey babygirl, why don't you come on down to Austin for the summer? I know your roommate has been driving you a little crazy lately...wouldn't hurt to get a break ya know? Plus I miss you sweetheart... would love to see you"

You smiled at the memory of his words. He was right about your roommate being annoying lately. Nothing crazy...just normal roommate things. But most of all you missed your dad. Your college summers were all spent with your mom in Boston, so this visit was long overdue.

There airport was fucking packet of course. Airports made you anxious and you always got to your gate a couple hours early for fear of missing your flight. You sent a quick text to your dad letting him know you made it to the airport and would let him know when you safely landed. He loved the message and moments later your phone buzzed again.

Venmo: Dad sent you $50 for "Uber 🚗"

Your dad definitely did well for himself, He was a financial consultant and never missed out on an opportunity to splurge on you and your sister. You knew you wouldn't be swiping your card a single time once you stepped foot in his house for the summer, and you weren't complaining...teachers don't exactly make a ton of money. There was one thing nagging at the back of your mind that you hadn't let yourself think about until now. You always had kind of a girlish crush on your dad's friend and neighbor. You hadn't seen him in years and you wanted to believe he could find you attractive now that you were actually a grown woman. It was a fantasy you know would never come true even in your wildest dreams, but it was still fun to think about from time to time. You put your headphones and closed out the world.

You smiled as the warm air hit your skin as you walked across the tarmac with one hand shading your eyes from the Texas sun. Austin was where you spent your childhood. Before their divorce, your parents had brought you and your sister into a comfortable lifestyle that you were forever grateful for. Your mom headed to Boston after the divorce, you and your older sister followed suit, but Texas never stoped feeling like home. "Uber for y/n?" You slumped down into the air conditioned car with a sigh of relief. "Yes." You looked out the window as the familiar scene flew by. By the time the car turned into your neighborhood your mind had drifted far from Boston. Your stomach lurched slightly as you passed Mr. Millers house. His truck was in the driveway. You remembered a recent phone conversation with your dad where he mentioned Mr. Miller having kind of a hard time spending his first summer without his daughter Sarah. She was with her mom for the summer, a new arrangement you were pretty sure. Maybe you would go and visit him. He was the kind of family friend that had a key to your dad's house . What if he didn't remember you? You were being stupid. Mr. Miller didn't need to entertain a 20 some year old girl. He had friends his own age, a life, and for all you knew maybe a girlfriend. You brushed the idea off as the car slowed in-front of your dad's house.

Your key clicked in the door and you were promptly greeted by Lea, your dad's new kitten. Your sister and you joked that this was his first symptom of his mid life crises. The second being the fact that he now had a girlfriend. You flung your suitcase aside and sunk into the window seat of your bedroom. You have many memories of a younger version of yourself sitting here in the summer days, reading or just watching. In the evenings you were too busy sneaking out the back gate to do such things. You smile as you recall your reckless, teenage activities. You sigh and look down at your watch. Your dad won't be home for a couple more hours. A nap probably would serve you well. Before you get up, you feel your phone buzz again. It's your dad.

"Hey sweetheart I see you made it to the house. I completely forgot Joel said he was picking up some tools I borrowed from him last week. He knows the garage code, but didn't want you to be alarmed if he's there before I get home. See you soon xx"

You found yourself staring at the text... would Mr. Miller ...Joel, you correct yourself, would he even remember me? In the spirit of southern hospitality you decide to get dressed in something that does smell like the airport and go downstairs when you hear the garage opening. You walk through the front door and out towards the driveway where Joel is loading some tools in the back of his pick up truck. He glances up at you and a wide smile forms across his face. "Well hey!" He says. "Your dad told me you were coming in... welcome home!" The words warm your heart. This was home for sure. "Thanks, I'm glad to be back. Even just for the summer!" God his arms look good in that t-shirt... "well I know your old man is happy you're here. Hasn't shut up about you comin' for the last few weeks. 'Course I get it, countin' down the days 'till Sarah gets back myself." You giggle at the comment of your dad's excitement about your arrival. "Yeah dad told me she's with her mom for the summer right?" Joel nods closing the back of the pick up. "Yeah that's right." You noted a twinge of sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry I'm sure that's hard...I mean I know she loves being with her mom and you too. Of course she'll be back for school in the fall, but still I'm sure the summer feels different with out her. I'm not a parent though so I really have no idea what I'm talking about." You fumbled through this response and ended with a nervous laugh. Joel didn't mind. He looked at you with those fucking puppy dog eyes that could make you melt. He laughed too you were pretty sure the laugh was more at you than with you, but you kind of deserved it you figured. "You're sweet, yeah she's having a blast with her mom and that's all that really matters. Your dad has been putting up with me a lot. With an empty and quiet house it's just not the same, and he's been havin' me over lots" "Well I'm sure he appreciates the company too" you couldn't help but feel a little guilt that you had possibly made your dad feel the same emotions as Joel. "Well I gotta run, but I'm sure I'll be seein' you around. Good to see ya Darlin'" you waved as he pulled out of your driveway, grateful that he was probably too far away to see the blush on your cheeks.

The next few days went by with not much to remark on. On Friday your dad mentioned that Joel would be coming over for dinner tomorrow. You told yourself it was time to act like an adult and put this girlish crush out of your mind. Joel was at least 10 years your senior and he was a close friend of your dad, In fact these fantasies are simply degrading to him or disrespectful. You're not sure of the right word, but he's a person with a life and feelings and things he's going through. To make him the object of your fantasies was wrong, you decided.

Saturday evening came around and your dad was in the back grilling and playing his country music on the speaker you had gifted him last Christmas. There was a knock and the door and the sound of Joel's voice echoing through the entry way. You didn't bother coming out of the kitchen, knowing he would come to you. Your back was turned, focusing on the sangria recipe you were sure wouldn't turn out the way you wanted. "My dad's outback." You said gesturing to the back door. " I'm sorry, where are my manners!" You turned to open the fridge and pull out beer for Joel. "You ain't gotta make a fuss darlin' is just me" Joel chuckled. You wished he would stop calling you that, but you also hoped he never would. Joel y through the utensil draw to find the bottle opener. He asked about your day and you asked about his. "I can't get over how much you've grown up" he said at one point. "Yeah o guess the last time you would have seen me I was a lanky teenager with braces" you laughed and so did he. "I think you're right... if I recall you were just about the death of your old man when you were that age." You shrugged. "Yup that's about right. I had a nack for getting into trouble." He laughed that wonderful deep laugh and said "well you turned out alright, kid"

The rest of the evening you debated whether Joel saw you more as a grown woman or a kid. He had referred to you as both in a matter of minutes...so which was it? "What's on your mind kiddo?" Your dad's voice snapped you back to reality. "Oh ..um, nothing honestly. I'm just kind of tired today for some reason." You were both in the kitchen, Joel was still in the back yard getting ready to light a cigar. "Baby why don't you go upstairs and rest. I'll make sure to kick Mr. Miller here out if we get to rowdy." He said that last part loud enough for Joel to hear. "Dad jokes.." you mutter to yourself as you climb the stairs to the second floor of the house. Your bedroom is on the front end of the house, so by they time you get there, no noise from your dad and Joel can be heard. The sound of the shower in the bathroom drowned out the noise of your phone buzzing on your nightstand. When you exited the shower there was a missed call from "Ben" Ben Sinclair was your on again, off again boyfriend for the last 4 ish years. This time you were done. You had been broken up for a month this time and you told him (in no uncertain terms!) this was it. So what could he possibly want tonight...

[thecoolerliauditore]

Interesting perspectives.

I'm a big baby who mostly just dislikes LL for being the "meanest" season, with everyone backstabbing each other, no compelling dynamics as well as some of my least favourite dynamics in the whole series (truly it was the season that belonged to my beloatheds), and too many big groups (not fond of groups larger than 3, more than that makes interactions get lost and alliances weak in an uncompelling way. a duo/trio can realistically trust each other and have a personal dynamic, a quartet+ are just early episode roommates (this is a problem that is a result of the length of the seasons, I think if they were closer to 12+ episodes larger teams would work better, but I also think if a season stuck around that long everyone would be sick of it)).

And also yeah if you ask me to remember much of anything that happened in the last 2/3s besides an unrelenting wave of betrayals and abandonments I'd be hard pressed to think of anything. I can't even remember most people's last deaths. The map was also the most Eh map in the series, never knew where anything was, was all just ambiguous forest. Session 2 was good, though, entirely because of Lizzie. And, I also watch things as casual entertainment first and foremost, so most of my first watch enjoyment is "did this pov make me laugh/cheer on their antics". LL very rarely made me do either.

I waver back and forth between it and 3L being my least favourite, though, cause 3L was genuinely just kinda boring unless you cared about either desert duo or renchanting. And I kinda liked both but I didn't love either. People weren't as funny and didn't know each other well so they were awkward, they still didn't know what they were doing, and the map outside the desert was wasted (a particular quality of each season that people don't talk about nearly as much I think, setting quality). I can only enjoy it casually as background noise, I rarely get pulled in.

I know this one is an unpopular opinion because the last two seasons can't go a single episode without some controversy by monday, but to me the life series generally is one that gets better every season. Though I think SL was its peak even if it didn't have any particularly compelling teams, the gimmick was the best and everyone was at their funniest and enjoying themselves the most, the gimmick lent itself to being bent to the needs of the game such as lightening the blow of the wider gap of final deaths by having Jimmy return as a ghost, or giving the reds tasks to do damage. It was good at creating both personal moments and server-wide moments.

Double life is my favourite though, because no objective qualities can beat out favourite characters and first entry bias. Also the small amount of deaths and inherently having someone to share it with made every single one memorable, and it had one of the best maps with the ancient city and canyon. And every single team memorable and well-utilized base, as well as being the season that finally forced everyone to get to know each other which the later seasons benefited from greatly.

Yeah, in my head 3L and LL are slightly like test runs and DL is where the series really got on a roll. Grian said they didn't even know what they were getting into with 3L and I think you can tell that by the over-correction into DEATH game territory LL did before DL reeled it back in and they found more of a balance for the rest of the series.

(Actually "5th is the best, 3rd is my fav" is the exact same opinion I have about pokemon, funny enough. Maybe its something)

But I also think that comparing seasons is a bit like comparing apples to oranges since every single one is so different besides the base 'death game' concept. Like I like 24L and WL equal amounts but also they don't have a single thing in common so I find it hard to even put them side by side. And, of course, RL is just... its own thing entirely.

This is why I rotate stuff like the funny evil bdubs interpretation chart/cycle so much because essentially all the reasons you listed for disliking 3L and LL are reasons they're my favourites e.g. the awkwardness, the distrust you could feel in larger groups, the overall meanness, so on.

They felt absolutely like. the most DEATH GAME out of the series, DL still felt like a death game to me albeit with a slower pace and much more focused on conversation and drama than action. LimL marked a very distinct shift in tone for me although that was also the first one I watched as episodes were coming out so that might've been a factor. SL and WL so far feel more like Mario Party than Death Game with maybe the exception of the very last episode of SL feeling much more like something that should've been in an earlier season due to the lack of tasks.

I think we're all biased towards our own fav seasons but tbf I think the "controversy" with each new episode of WL is more. me being grouchy than any real significant drop in retention? You can correct me on this I am absolutely not watching the numbers but I've definitely seen people like the direction the series is taking which is honestly cool w/ me cus I feel like Grian knows that in competitive situations with time it either goes the funny minigame RNG route or the sweaty min-maxxer route and I and most people I feel like would much rather watch the series go more in the direction of funny RNG than Last Life 2 where everyone employs the smajor strategy of not making enemies, making a base in the corner of the map, only teaming with 1-2 people, etc. Plus it's going to be kind of hard to fish back the distrustful atmosphere of 3L/LL when it's six seasons in and pretty much the entire cast are friends.

Anyway yeah the apples and oranges thing is very correct, it's more or less a different vibe completely and why death game stories that are intended as death game stories usually don't rerun the same cast lol <-- although the "they are stuck in a horrifying death game loop forever to the point where they dont care anymore and find it kind of fun" angle is something I find really cool to think abt with this series.

One of the reasons I like LL over 3L actually (other than the very strong first season I watched bias) is the fact that 3L was a rare situation where I felt like there was a very clear A plot/B plot that emerged with main and side characters. Bdubs' POV in his last episode was literally just brewing potions in his house whilst a million death messages flooded the chat lol.

I still think 3L might be the strongest narratively and its "b plots" although not as flashy as desert duo vs dogwarts have some really cool stuff that have left me fucked up forever mentally (flower husbands I'll never forgive you) but yeah. Compared to LL and the seasons that come after it does feel like the one where all POVs are equal but some POVs are more equal than others. Especially when LL was a massive fucking mess in terms of its alliances where every single team had some sort of massive dramatic moment.

Thinking about it now I think I like the life series for the same reason I like those. "100 player battle royale" videos where I more or less look at it from an angle of an unethical psychologist. Holy shit okay um I was about to make a joke about how I would be Zimbardo instead of Freud if Zimbardo was dead and I didn't think this would be the way I found out Zimbardo died last month holy shit post cancelled I feel bad now

[alj4890]

Mixed Signals

(Dr. Tobias Carrick x F!MC *Chris Valentine) (Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC*Chris Valentine) (Dr. Bryce Lahela x F!MC*Chris Valentine) in an Open Heart Fan fiction.

Masterlist

A/N Sorry for taking so long to post. My health decided to do some wild things since the last post on top of the writer's block just having a field day with this storyline 😑 Anyway, we'll pick up where the last chapter left off.

Chapter 2

Chris slowly came awake. Though she knew in an instant that she wasn't in her own bedroom, the massive hangover she was currently under caused her to not really care where she was. Pulling what had to be some of the softest sheets she'd ever felt up over her face, she began to try and remember what happened the night before.

Flashes of her celebration at Donahue's flickered through her mind. Groaning over not only her actions with drinking way too much, she remembered what happened with Ethan.

Her eyes shot open.

Oh no. Did I go home with Ethan?

Peeking out from under the covers, she tried to discern the furniture around her.

Unless Ethan had done a major renovation since the last time she'd been in his apartment and had moved to a lower floor, she knew she wasn't in his place.

Chris clutched her head.

I know I'm not at Bryce's either. He wouldn't have brought me to his place with Kikei there.

She softly gasped.

Don't tell me I went home with a stranger!

Chris kicked the covers back and breathed easier to see she was still fully dressed. There was no indication that anyone had slept beside her. She did a quick examination of her body and knew she hadn't had sex.

Where am I?

She yanked the covers up when the bedroom door opened.

Tobias grinned at her.

"You're awake."

Chris gaped at him. "I went home with you!?"

He chuckled as he walked into the room.

"You demanded that I bring you to my place."

"Oh lord." Chris buried her head in her hands. Smoothing back her tousled hair, she looked up at him. "I'm so sorry."

He shrugged it off as not a big deal and sat down at the foot of the bed.

"I didn't..." Chris took a deep breath. "I didn't push myself on you, did I?"

Before he could respond, she shook her head.

"Of course I bloody well did. Why else would I be in your home?" She rubbed her hands over her face in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. "You should have given me back to my roommates. Then you wouldn't--"

"Hey!" He chuckled once more. "Easy there, Valentine. Normally, a woman in your condition would not be in my home." He patted her leg. "But, um, you were adamant that your doctor take you to his home."

"My doctor?" Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember the events of the previous night.

He laughed at her confused expression.

"Yeah, Ethan was not too thrilled when you declared I was not only your doctor but also the only doctor you trusted."

Her eyes widened.

What else did I do last night?

"You also told your roommates that you needed me to take you home since you had some medical concerns."

She vaguely remembered talking to Sienna.

"Anyway, I was going to actually take you back to your apartment after your friends left." He explained. "When I checked your wallet for a driver's license--"

"You saw that I still had my I.D. from Inverness." She finished with a groan.

"As much as I wanted to get you safely home, I wasn't quite up for the journey to Scotland." He teased.

Chris flopped back on the pillows with her arm draped over her eyes. This was quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of her life.

She then remembered she should be at work.

"What time is it?!" She sat up too quickly and immediately regretted such a rash action.

"Half past two." Tobias told her.

"Half past--" She scrambled out of bed.

"Whoa!" Tobias stopped her. "Where are you going?"

"I'm late!" She searched in vain for her shoes. "My shift at the hospital started hours ago!"

"Chris." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "I called Ethan this morning and told him you weren't coming in."

"You did what?" Chris gaped at him. "Why?"

"As your physician," he winked at her, "I realized that I never gave you the all clear to return to work. Plus given how many drinks you had last night, I knew you wouldn't be in any condition to help your patients."

"Oh." She sank back down on the bed.

Tobias sat down next to her. He studied her worried profile in silence for a few seconds.

"Hey?" He nudged her with his shoulder. "Why don't you take a shower while I see about lunch?" He nudged her again. "Or breakfast for you?"

Chris snorted back a laugh. "Yes, please feed me after I forced my drunk self into your home."

Tobias grinned at her. "You can force yourself on me anytime."

She burst out laughing then gave him a playful shove.

He got to his feet to open a nearby closet.

"My sisters-in law leave clothes here so they don't have to pack so much when they come for a visit." He explained. "See if there's something of theirs that might do for now."

"I appreciate it," Chris began "but I shouldn't impose on you any--"

"You're not." He went into the guest bathroom to start the shower. "Plus, I insist you stay until I know you're okay."

With a smile that made her heart flip, he left her alone.

Twenty minutes later, Chris found herself clean, dressed in leggings that were too short and in what was supposed to be an oversized sweater, yet just barely went past her waist. She'd finally found a pair of wooly socks to keep her always cold feet warm and began to make her way downstairs, admiring Tobias's townhome along the way.

She paused in the hallway to discern just where her host was.

Tobias called out from a room farther to her left.

"I'm in here, Chris!"

She followed the sound of his voice, pausing at how inviting his kitchen was. Though modern, the warm colors he'd chosen for the walls, decor, and cushions somehow worked. It should have clashed, yet she found herself thinking of her grandparents' home. They had been given all new appliances a couple of years ago. The silver, sleek look met the older bread box, flower towels, and ruffled cushions and soon settled into a hodgepodge that they all ended up loving.

It made her homesick to sit down at Tobias's table.

"Coffee?" He asked from behind the counter.

"Please." Chris rubbed her forehead in an effort to clear the fog she was still slightly under.

"How do you take it?" He poured her a cup.

"Lots of cream and lots of sugar." She mumbled.

"How much is a lot?"

"More than true coffee aficionados can tolerate." She responded.

"This I have to see." Tobias teased.

He brought over the pot of coffee along with cream and sugar.

Chris blushed under his attention as she prepared her cup. Once she was finished, the rich black was replaced with a light beige color.

Tobias chuckled. "I bet you've gotten more speeches on your coffee from Ethan than you have medicine."

"You'd win that bet." Chris took a long sip, sighing in pleasure. "Don't tell me you're a coffee snob too?"

"I'm a to each their own coffee drinker." He teased. "Who am I to judge when I'll drink it any way someone prepares it? Though I will admit, I like mine with a little less cream than you do."

Chris rolled her eyes. "What about the sugar?"

Tobias leaned closer to her. "Who doesn't love something sweet?"

Having him close enough where she could see the flecks of gold in those amazing hazel eyes of his caused Chris to become momentarily tongue-tied.

His cocky smile creeped up at seeing her like this.

His attention next drifted over her face, taking in the strawberries and cream complexion he found rather cute. Her nose had a slight tilt that more than hinted at a stubbornness he'd been witnessed to on previous occasions. Her eyes held such emotion. Those gray eyes of hers could make a man hesitate for fear of wounding her.

How does Ethan keep it professional, he wondered. I don't know what I would do if the positions were reversed and she worked closely with me.

"So?" He cleared his throat and settled back in his chair. "Want to talk about last night?"

Chris's nose wrinkled at the very mention of it.

Tobias eyed her over the rim of his coffee cup. "You don't strike me as the kind of person who regularly gets drunk."

"Because I don't." She took another sip of coffee. "It was stupid of me to drink that much."

"What happened?" He prodded. "One minute, you seemed happy then the next you were downing drinks like you'd seen a ghost or something."

She snorted. If he only knew how right he was. There was nothing worse than a visit from the Ghost of Relationships Past.

Chris tried to avoid his question by focusing on her fork picking at the scrambled eggs on her plate.

Tobias wasn't going to let this go. If Chris really did consider him her doctor then he was going to make sure she was not only physically well after the attack but also emotionally. They were becoming friends after all. Weren't friends supposed to share problems?

He placed his hand on hers, causing the fork to slip from her grasp and clatter onto the plate.

Chris swallowed a tad hard before lifting her eyes back to his.

Tobias searched her steady, vulnerable gaze and gentled his tone.

"What's wrong, Chris?"

Unshed tears began to fill her eyes.

"I--I don't..." she sucked in a deep breath before burying her face in her hands.

Tobias got up and knelt by her chair. He gently brushed back her damp hair. As much as he wanted to demand she talk to him, he knew he could only wait and let it be her decision.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her hands.

"No need to apologize." He tucked her hair behind her ear. "If you don't want to talk about it, we--"

"I don't but I know I should." She took another deep breath. "It's a long story."

"Good thing it's my day off of work." He teased in the hopes of seeing her smile again.

Her lips curved briefly before falling once more. "I guess I should start at the beginning."

Tobias returned to his chair. He remained silent as Chris poured out everything that occurred since she first arrived at Edenbrook. There were many times he wanted to question her and express shock as she told him about her odd relationships with Ethan and Bryce.

Ethan hadn't been able to resist her after all, he thought to himself.

"And then Ethan pulled me away last night and it all began again." She explained. "After he kissed me and wouldn't say what we were, I just needed an escape. Not from him, but I needed to get away from myself."

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

"How can I go on in life in the same, exact, frustrating manner after being given a second chance?" She looked up at Tobias. "I should be making sure that nothing is wasted with this time I've been given, right?"

Tobias slowly nodded. "I think you shouldn't waste your time on anyone who doesn't give you what you deserve."

"Exactly!" Her breath hitched. "If I'm willing to give everything to someone, I should expect he give the same to me."

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

"I know some say you should love without expecting anything in return." Her eyes searched his for understanding. "But I tried that and ended up miserable. I can't be that person again. I won't! It takes so much out of me and gives me nothing but mere crumbs to live on."

Tobias opened his mouth to reassure her again, only to fall silent when she continued.

"But what if I miss out? What if Ethan or Bryce is the one? What if I ruin what could be the relationship that will eventually give me what my heart needs? Am I suppose to fall back into what they want in case--"

"Whoa." He took her hands in his. "Easy there, Valentine. You're going down a rabbit hole of what if's."

"I know." She admitted. "That's all I do. I start off saying I won't put myself through this over and over and yet turn around and doubt my decision. I always end up here, questioning whether or not I should change anything."

Chris propped her chin on her fist while staring out of the kitchen's bay window.

"I am drowning in doubt." She admitted. "I am certain in everything I do in life except for love." She refocused on Tobias. "I don't know how to fix this."

Tobias didn't either. If she was suffering from the attack either physically or mentally, he'd have known exactly what to do. When it came to matters of the heart, he knew he was the last person who should give advice.

"The only thing I can recommend," he began a bit hesitantly, "is to only accept what makes you happy."

He took her hand once more. "As a friend of yours, I don't believe you should settle for anything less than what you want."

"That's what Sienna's been telling me for a while now." Chris mumbled.

"See? How can you ignore the advice coming from two different people?" He prodded.

Chris's lips quirked into a brief smile. "You and Sienna couldn't be any more different."

"It's a sign that it's the right thing to do." He argued. "You should tell Ethan and Bryce."

"Tell them?" Chris murmured. "You mean--"

"Tell them exactly what you want, what you expect, and see if they can step up and be that for you." Tobias told her. "Keeping it to yourself is only making you miserable. Plus, if they honestly don't know what you're wanting, how can they give it to you?"

Chris slowly nodded. She had tried to hint and kinda explain what she wanted each time with Ethan, but she'd never talked to him seriously about it. With Bryce, she kept things light and fun. Perhaps she was more responsible for her unhappiness than she originally thought.

"You know what you need?" He relaxed back in his chair. "You need a night out."

Chris blinked. "Isn't that what I did last night?"

"No, that was a celebration. You need a night out with no expectations, no questionable relationships, and no drunken escapes."

Tobias grinned at her. "You took me to your hangout. It's only fair you visit mine."

She began to laugh. "You sure you trust me to see where you love to go?"

"I guess I do." He murmured, grinning even more. "How bout it, Chris?"

"I really should get some sleep." She argued halfheartedly. "I have work in the morning."

"No, you don't." He reminded her. "Remember, I haven't given you the all clear yet."

Chris rolled her eyes over that.

"We both know I'm fine to go back to work."

"I don't." He laced his fingers behind his head to stretch. "You'll have to schedule an appointment with me for a final checkup." He winked at her. "Nice try, but there's no getting out of tonight."

Chris motioned to herself. "I don't have anything to wear."

"I'll take you by your place to change on the way." Tobias got up to clear their plates. "What do you say?"

Seeing no way out of this and was a little curious over where he went to unwind, she decided to give in. Chris admitted to herself that having a drink somewhere without Ethan or Bryce to distract her might be just the change she needed.

Plus, it might help her get the courage up to talk to them.

"If my doctor insists, -" Chris mumbled.

"I do." Tobias interrupted

"Then, I'd love to."

[imaginespazzi]

nivi, i was going through faith's old tiktoks cause i just love her and shy sm and can i just say i absolutely love how committed they were to always captioning their tiktoks tg/referring to each other as "best friend" or "teammate" or "roommate" before their hard launch 😂 there was even one where someone commented "i love your friendship" and faith responded with "thank you" and another one where someone commented "we all know" and faith replied "know what".

anyway, my point is i love that they tried their hardest (even though they weren't really fooling people, though i guess they managed to fool a few cause i'd see comments after the hard launch being like "oh wait y'all are tg?") and then there's p&a, who don't try to lie even just a lil bit? i've always wondered why they don't follow suit with the likes of shy & faith or molly & aj from iowa, and just push the "best friend" angle if they wanted to shut the rumors down (as much as they can anyway) at least while they're in college? like the fact we can never really see them tg on live like y'all really can't tone it down for even just 2 mins or sum??? 😭

Ah yes I remember that, they really did try to sell it off as "just friends" as best as they could. They did a pretty good job too cause outside of hardcore wbb fans, most people were shocked when Faith and Shy hard launched. Molly and AJ were even better at it cause people genuinely thought their hard launch might just be a joke. To be fair, I think P&A were doing a pretty good job pre-Ice live and the media was pushing the best friend angle pretty hard.

But yeah it's pretty funny that they just know they can't behave friendly enough on live (which Paige's insane heart eyes that other night proved to be right) so it'll be fun to see how they handle media and pressers and stuff.

[anyamaris]

Another Us Pt.2

Genre: Angst

Summary: Daily chaos is a norm for you, but with the reemergence of a past memory showing up, as well as a new interest, your life is turned upside down. And your roommates aren't helping.

Angsty angst, past pain, slow burn Seonghwa!au x f!reader

Word Count: 1,200+

Warnings- Vulgarity, references to drinking, lots of angst.

Part 3

Part two cause I can't stop writing. I was just going to get thoughts out but it's turned into a very slow burn. Sorry in advance! I'm having far too much fun with side character San and Woo to cut those out either ahah.

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Well, that wasn't how he'd pictured seeing you again, Seonghwa thinks as he gazes across at you. He'd barely even recognized you. Despite the darkness of the space and the heavy atmosphere, he can see your eyes clearly. And those were not friendly eyes.

Seonghwa lets his gaze sweep briefly over your outfit 'or lack thereof' he thinks, before coming back to your eyes. Quite a drastic change from the oversized hoodies and messy buns he remembered as your style.

He barely registers that you're the girl who almost fell at the bar before he tunes back into the conversation. Yunho and Mingi had asked him to come out tonight after their shoot and he wasn't sure he wanted to stay out long. Clubs weren't really his thing. The momentary tiny pang of happiness from recognizing just WHO you are is smothered by your cold eyes and words that follow his introduction.

"Nice to meet you, Seonghwa." A mild shock then the tiniest twinge of something in the back of his head has him just nodding, gaze leaving yours but not before searching your eyes once more. Hmm...she's definitely much different, much more than just clothes and hair. He thinks. Curious. He knows you haven't spoken in a long time, but for the life of him, he can't really recall why at the moment. Then he drops his eyes as a memory reminds him of exactly why you'd look at him that way. Of course I wouldn't want to remember then, he thinks, sighing.

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Bastard. Showing up here, with MY friends? After all these years, you should feel cold and indifferent looking at his stupid face.

Clearing your throat, you look away and sip your drink, eyes scanning for the two silly boys who had disappeared into the crowd of writhing, sweaty bodies. As the conversation carries on after what feels like an eternity staring into the depths of his eyes (depths of his eyes, what are you even thinking, Y/n??), you smile at your friends and just try to act as if he's just another person, not the person you most wanted to forget in this world. Ah fate, you cruel bitch, you sneer into your drink.

You feel your hair bring pushed behind your shoulder and look up into Woo's concerned face. "Hey babe, you ok? Not gonna dance? Still tired from work? Can I fix your makeup?" After a moment of silence you burst out laughing. Ah god, your friends were so great. "Do you even want an answer or are you just talking to talk, Woo?" "Yes!" He smiles at you, clapping his hands together. You giggle and he grabs your hand and pulls you off to go primp and then drags you out to where San is on the floor, where you can let off some steam and tire yourself out.

'I'm not her anymore, she's another person. and from the looks of it, so is he. We are just meeting, that's all. I don't know him anymore.'

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Stretching and yawning, you peek your head out from beneath your covers. OOF, you think, HEADACHE. As you reach for your water and some Tylenol on the nightstand, you hear giggling from under your covers. "UGH not again, you two!" Without looking, you crank your foot back and kick. "WAHHH!" you hear San squeal and another giggle from Woo can be heard as they both squirm.

"Seriously, San, you LIVE here. Go to your own bed! Why do you both have to always crawl in with me?!" you yell, pulling yourself up and searching for your slippers. "Y/n, you wouldn't let go of Woo, you asked him to take you to bed!" San says, smirking. "Well, doesn't mean you need to come too." you grumble. "But your bed is more comfy...and bigger...and plushies...." You watch them get quiet and look at each other before they both burst out laughing again and tickling each other. Ok, you hide your smile as you think, I can't get mad at that.

"Ok you two weirdos, let me make you some food, I need a cup of coffee for this hangover." You slowly make your way out to the kitchen with the two energizer bunnies circling you like hungry sharks and smother another laugh.

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"Work sucks", you hear behind you and you sigh. "Woo....think of something original, I'm sick of you saying the same whiny statement when you're bored. Don't deja vu me." you mutter, looking up to the same sight you see almost every time you two work together. Wooyoung, touching everything, spinning in circles, doing random dances. It's adorable, but also VERY distracting. "Go like...give someone a makeover." You wave your hand at him to shoo him Woo pouts and puts his head on his hands on the counter in front of you, trying to look cute. I mean, he is cute but still. "It's 8pm, noone wants a makeover on a Thursday at 8pm. Let's gossip!" he exclaims, clapping his hands together. You sigh, smiling despite wanting to discourage him.

"Ok ...let's gossip. What do you want to gossip about?" You ask, side eyeing him. "So....tell me what you think of the guy your roommates brought to the club last week! Dreamy? Sexy? Sexier than me? No way, but he's kinda sexy right? You thought about it?" You close your eyes briefly feeling another headache creeping up. Not really wanting to talk about him, and also being overwhelmed with the barrage of questions you just sigh. "I suppose." you toss out, not really wanting to comment much more. Woo is just going right ahead, and you smirk. He really didn't want your feedback, he just wanted to talk and chatter away. You let him and half listen.

"And then Yunho said we could so we will see that guy Seonghwa this weekend! Aren't you excited?! I'm so glad we have so many reasons to have our little side projects." He sighs and looks off into space, daydreaming. "Wait-what are we doing this weekend?" You'd totally blanked whatever he was talking about but you definitely heard HIS name.

"The makeup gig, babe!" Woo exclaims. "...makeup gig?" You stutter out, looking at him oddly. He just sighs and pats your head. "Ah right, I forgot how drunk you got that night. Man you were a mess! But hey you danced for once! Oh right," he states, looking at your glare, "So Yunho and Mingi were talking about having an upcoming shoot for some new ad and Seonghwa is in charge of it! He works for some kind of studio, I dunno the details." He waves his hands. "Kim Hongjoong is the photographer, I'm so excited!" He dances around. You recognize the name, Woo having a certain love for doing video stuff you didn't understand, but you'd definitely heard him prattle on about that guy before. Some kind of popular photographer for idols and such.

"Oh...cool." You say, trying to smile. We're doing makeup for them? Shit shit shit. Wait, it doesn't mean he's going to be there, right? Well, so what if he is? It's a job. And it's makeup, your love. A past pain that should have been forgotten shouldn't destroy what you've got NOW.

Squaring your shoulders, you brighten your smile, feeling it this time. "Yeah, me too, Woo. Me too." You watch him dance around, thinking about him meeting someone he looked up to and just let your brain fog over the things that don't matter anymore.

"Let me borrow some of that energy so we can finish this day out!" You yell at him as he spins around like a top and you giggle.

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"But moooooom, I don't wanna clean!" you hear San crying behind you. "San, you know we all agreed when we moved in that I wouldn't live with you if you weren't going to keep your end of the chores up unless you were busy, right?" You ask him, and he stops. Looking at you with his puppy eyes and pouting, he looks down and toes the ground. "Not going to work today, pal. Your clothes are everywhere. At the very least, just go pick those up so I can do -" you sigh as he runs off to do exactly what you said. "....laundry." You end on a laugh. How in the world did I end up working and living with the most insane people? You shrug and go about the normal routine. You smile as you remember when you all agreed to move in together after having been friends for so long. It's too bad Josie's parent's don't want her to leave home yet, you think. It'd be nice to not be the only girl amongst all these guys. Apartment with roommates my ass, you think. More like bachelor pad with a live in maid.

Really though, you loved each and every one of them. And it wasn't a bad deal. You didn't pay too much for rent and they footed the bill for groceries and all. You had agreed to do most of the cleaning stuff when they were all so busy. You actually loved this setup a lot, you'd just never admit it to them. It was more fun to give them back some of their attitude.

You turn and finish putting away the dishes in the kitchen when you hear the door open and close. "HEY!" you yell from the kitchen. "I won't harass you guys to clean, since we will be out doing stuff today! You're lucky!"

You hear talking and walk out into the living area but stop. Mingi, Yunho and some man you've never met are discussing something. Yunho looks over and gives you a thumbs up as they continue talking. "Who's that?" you mouth at him, eyes big. He smirks back at you and waggles his eyebrows, making you smile and blush. Hey, who could blame you? The man they brought was stunning. Beautiful black hair, swept back from his forehead, his face looks like the gods sculpted it. As he turns and smiles at you in greeting, you barely suppress a gasp. His eyes are stunning. If this were a comic, you'd be knocked backwards dramatically off your feet, you think and smirk.

Yunho recovers from his teasing and introduces you. "Y/n, this is my costar, Yeosang. Yeosang, Y/n. She's our roommate." He smiles sweetly and gives you a polite bow. "Nice to meet you, Y/n. Thank you for having me." You can't help but smile at his demeanor and manners. "Of course, don't mind the chaos here, it's always like this." You gesture vaguely to the loud singing coming from a room away, sure sign that San has likely gotten distracted by something, while you look around at the explosion of clothes and other random items strewn around. Meanwhile, Mingi is yammering away on the phone to someone, from the sounds of it, it's work related. He gives you an understanding smile and shakes his head. "Ah, yes, Y/n, what are you wearing?" Yunho exclaims, looking you over. Clapping his hands together, he rushes you into your room. "No wearing rags and aprons to the shoot, you gotta look professional!"

Closing the door behind you, you just roll your eyes. Like I'd wear this, you think. You've still got-SHIT!

Your thoughts spin as you realize you have about 30 minutes to get ready before you need to leave to arrive to the shoot on time. "Damnit, SAN!" you mutter as you start throwing clothes around.

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Your hopes are dashed and your stomach hits your feet when you all walk into the studio. Well fuck, you think. So much for HIM not being here. Steeling yourself, you just continue walking with the rest of the group and act like nothing is amiss, your head isn't spinning from catching a whiff of his scent as you walk by without looking at him. "Hey Seonghwa!" "Hi HWA!" everyone exchanges greeting as you inquire where to set up and Woo follows along. "I love being in places like this, makes me feel like I'm doing something important." Woo says calmly and you look over. He's actually not bouncing around for once and you smile. You are always shocked by his professionalism. You know he can be serious but it's still makes your head spin when you watch the switch happen right in front of you. He was practically flying out of his seat in the car ride over. Smiling and knowing how much you trust your coworker, you both begin to work.

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It's going well so far, you think, looking into the mirror. Sighing, you wash your hands and head out of the girls room. You love the feeling of a day well spent, making people look good with your own hands. Woo was eating up the attention to, so it was an all around great day. He was occupied and using his energy for good.

You glimpse over at the beautiful man that you'd met earlier that day and he smiles back and nods at you. You'd done his makeup earlier for the shoot and he'd not spoken much, but when he did, he was super sweet. He'd just stared calmly at you and those eyes... And wow, what a face! You hated having to cover up that beautiful birthmark too. But work was work. Shrugging, you turn towards the hallway to the room they'd said they would have water and refreshments.

Lost in your thoughts, you halt right before you run smack into someone walking towards you. Idiot, you think, stop thinking about random crap and pay attention! You laugh in your head before everything goes silent, as you find yourself face to face with HIM.

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One minute you're standing like a statue staring up into Seonghwa's (stupid) face and the next he's dragging you into the room and shutting the door. "What-" you start and he turns around to you and frowns. Your mouth works and then you look away, wordless, a huff leaving your mouth as you cross your arms.

"What can I help you with, sir?" You manage. His frown stays in place and he mimics your movement, crossing his arms as well. "Sir? I'm not sure what your game is but playing it off like we don't know each other is a bit much, isn't it?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow at you. "Game? Sorry, I'm just here to work, I'm not here to play games." you hiss back at him, unable to stop the undertone of anger from slipping out.

Seonghwa sighs, uncrossing his arms and running a hand through his hair. "Look, Y/n, it's been a long time and honestly, we were kids when we last talked and hung out. I just wanted to at least get on the same page as you, since we've both ended up here, working together." he says, his eyes trying to look into yours.

You frown at him, feeling childish all of a sudden. How can he be so calm, just standing there, looking at you like he hasn't a clue why you'd have a chip on your shoulder? Shaking your head, you do your best to remember all the steps to calm yourself. Breathe, check. Ground, check. Can I fix this and will anything good come out of lashing out? Nope. Ok, I can control this situation and my emotions so....

"Ok, I admit. I wasn't prepared the other night to see you again after so long and I was drinking. I wasn't thinking when I acted like I didn't know you. But-" You stop him before he can interrupt you, holding up your hand. "BUT, we are going to be adults and work together. We aren't friends. We are nothing more than coworkers, spending time in the same space, two people who know NOTHING about each other anymore."

He takes a step back from you and nods slowly. "I understand. Look, I have no issues with being around you. I know before-" You cut him off before he can address the past. "No." you state, coldly. His eyes stare into yours, searching. "No?" he asks. "No, we aren't talking about anything besides work. I won't go back there. You can if you want but you'll do it alone. Just like you've always done." You can't help but throw that last bit in there and you wince at your pettiness.

Before he can open his mouth again, because you know what a hypocrite you're being, you grab a bottle of water and walk past him. "I'm sorry." You whisper, stopping right next to him, "That was childish of me and....I'm just not going to be able to be a good person around you right now. I know you understand." You turn your head and look up at him, your nerves on edge but knowing you need to look right at him.

It still sucks to look into his big, dark eyes and pretend you feel nothing. You'd spent years doing that when you were both younger, and everything was seemingly easier. When there felt like there was hope. Caring. Before you broke, like the Legos you fell on that day.

Looking him straight in the eye, you say calmly, "I'm no longer the girl who ruins everything. I've worked very hard on killing her off and I never want to see her again."

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Seonghwa watches as you walk past him and out the door. The look in your eyes hadn't left him feeling very good.

Letting out a sigh, he scratches his head. Yeah, he definitely knew. He'd suppressed the memories of back then for so many other reasons, but they were selfish. He'd definitely been a different person back then, for sure. And your comment brought him right back to that night when he'd said that to you. The last time he'd seen you.

"Fffff- fuck." He mutters into his hand. He'd remembered things had been complicated but he'd been a stupid kid. He really hadn't ever thought too hard about you beyond regret at having made you cry. He hadn't wanted to. And then never being able to work up the courage to find you afterwards to explain.

"She's right." He whispers. "We really don't know each other anymore." His insides warring between sadness, regret and a small twinge of hope, he exits through the door you left open behind you.

Doesn't mean we can't know who we both became though, he thinks.

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"Haha! Nerds!" You hear behind you as you and Seonghwa walk down the hall. "Bullshit bullies and their bullshit mouths." You smirk, looking up at him. But, instead of laughing along with you like he normally would, you watch as he stares off into space.

"Hey, what's up? You ok?" you ask, reaching out for him. You hate to see him sad or broody, and you go to push back a strand of hair that's fallen forward in his eyes. You wish he wouldn't cover his face with all that hair, his face was so beautiful to you, you think dreamily.

He swats your hand away and you are slightly taken aback. His pretty brain must be off somewhere odd again, you think and shrug. "Yeah...fine..." he responds half heartedly and you go on to talk about nonsense, not catching the pain or the tear that glimmers in his eyes as you bounce around ahead of him. You can't hear the thoughts in his head, nor would you want to if you could.

He smiles and pushes down the resentment, following you to class.

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@veronicasawyerschainsaw @shinestarhwaa

[golbrocklovely]

Sam and Colby going to Jake’s party made me think that maybe when things got bad between them , it was more Snc and Corey being on worse terms and having some fight and Jake just sticking to Corey , because he was always closer to him? Idk. Because Snc are bad at cutting bad people out from their life, but I doubt that they would forgive Jake if he would really did something really really bad for them. Even Colby wouldn’t I think … idk… just thinking.

Bit honestly I hope they will never reunite with Corey and for fuck sake i beg you never Elton. I can tolerate Jake… but not those two

i always believed that whatever happened between snc and jake was just petty, dumb shit and that nothing truly serious happened. but i figured whatever did happen caused them to need a break from one another.

this is my guess about all of it (so obviously take it with a grain of salt):

i think when jake and corey moved in with snc, they thought things would be like it was in the old trap house. however, snc weren't gonna let them go buckwild crazy bc now this was a house that they owned, not rented. i think once snc went from roommates to landlords (in a way), that started the riff in the friendship. we also gotta remember that it wasn't just them splitting off, jake/corey and snc, it was also the entire friendgroup. slowly but surely, everyone stopped being friends for some reason. my personal guess is that once snc stopped making the content they used to make ie the paranormal content with jake and corey, mix that with the pandemic and not seeing one another, i think that caused everyone to reevaluate their friendships. mike had his issues with some of the friends, kevin ventured off too, aryia moved, most moved onto knj's friendgroup, ect ect.

and you could tell things were changing or had changed. by kat's bday of 2020, not everyone was showing up. and then definitely by sam's, no one came over. i also believe that snc changing up their content made some of their friends jump ship. i think some of their friends didn't believe that snc would be succeeding if they changed their format, and if snc don't succeed, neither do their friends since so many of them at the time relied on snc's clout.

by 2021, things changed a lot. i think by that point, jake had alluded to wanting to move out and have his own place so that he could be loud and obnoxious without it being an issue (which is what seemed to be a problem in the house for some reason that he never explained). so he moved out. and then corey followed suit not long after that.

now with corey, i think he had plans to move out eventually, but i think snc not doing paranormal content and moving on to other things pushed his hand. corey barely made his own content around this time. realistically, he relied on snc and their constant posting to give him any attention since he couldn't keep up or bother to post his own content often enough. and once snc stopped doing haunted stuff, i think corey knew he had to jump ship and find someone else to lean on. and that's where elton comes in at.

ppl forget that there was a period of time that elton didn't want to do tfil. back in late 2018/early 2019, he stopped tfil. he literally ended it and said that he wanted to make documentaries. he made one or two and no one cared about them, which is why he came back out with tfil and did those trips with snc, corey, and andrea. elton lost the love he had for his own brand and only brought it back bc he had no other options.

elton had done paranormal stuff before on his other, personal channel (which is now the overnight channel). granted, a lot of them were faked or had edits in them to make the content more interesting, but he did do that stuff prior to snc doing it. while elton moved onto paranormal stuff, snc switched to 25x25, which elton saw as a copycat to tfil - even tho it never was.

corey had to move on with elton, not only bc from he said he wanted to make music and get back into dancing (which… how's that going for you) but bc elton was doing the one thing that brought corey attention: paranormal content. ppl knew corey for the paranormal content he made with snc, so jumping onto someone else's brand that was paranormal related worked for him.

and things only escalated once snc went back to paranormal investigating when 25x25 didn't work out like they hoped.

i think jake and corey were very close since they became friends, and it only made sense that once they moved out and kinda pretended snc didn't exist (for one reason or another) to rely on each other. but again, i don't think jake ever really had a deep issue with snc. maybe in the beginning when he first moved out, but i say after a couple months he probably was fine with them again. plus, friendships go thru ebbs and flows all the time.

as for corey and snc….. that friendship will probably never be fully mended. i think corey only sided with elton in the beginning bc he had to. but by this point, i think he's equally lost in the sauce as much as elton. they both love to think that snc stole ideas from tfil/elton when that just didn't happen. and now they're in a race with snc when they aren't even in the same game as them lol

i don't see elton or corey ever really being friends with snc again, or vice versa. if they do become friends, there's gonna need to be a LOT of talking to get thru all the bs that occurred.

also… snc are gonna have to deal with half the fandom hating elton for forever sksksk

[theflyingfeeling]

I'm waiting for my headache to pass until I can do something actually useful, so here's a list of actually important questions one could ask Aleksi during his Twitch streams instead of "prank call [bandmember]" (HE FUCKING CAN'T AND HE'S EXPLAINED WHY SO MANY TIMES STOP ASKING JUST STOP STOP STOP) or "have you seen the Flatline sausage video" (first of all what, second of all go back to tiktok you children 😭) or "where's/how's Rilla" (okay tbf this is actually important but also she's a dachshund so she's probably just chilling there's no need to spam about it though 💀)

edit. ohhhh he's streaming tonight at 8 PM Finnish time 🥺

So what were the sleeping arrangements in the LA house? (I mean, we have a pretty solid idea already but some confirmation wouldn't hurt 😌)

Were you actually going commando under that romper last summer? 😳

How come you and Olli were the only ones getting sick during the US tour last year? 😏 (idk if some crew members were also sick?? but that doesn't fit the Olli/Allu lore so shhhh I don't wanna hear it)

If you were in Posse again and you were asked to tell a funny joke and you WEREN'T interrupted by the host this time, which joke would you tell? 🥺

Who's your favourite/go-to roommate on tour and pls don't break my Olli/Allu heart by saying Niko? 🛌

What did you and Olli do in that backstage room from which you came out together with Olli wiping his mouth during the Deadzone mv shoot? 👀

Remember when you were play-fighting with Olli that one time and he just picked you up and carried you away? Yeah, I wonder what happened next, if you don't mind sharing? 👉👈

Most importantly for me personally: when you're walking Rilla, does she walk in front of you, you know, like dogs normally do (*glares at Osku & Bobby 😒*), or is she dragging behind you, constantly stopping to look behind herself to idk see how far from home you've walked I guess, because our dachshunds do this all the time and it's endlessly frustrating 😑

[rolandkaros]

nobody has any obligation to read this i just need to rant. not directed just general feelings that i'm feeling.

genuinely one of the most disheartening things is to constantly realize how few cis people are really aware of the pervasiveness of transphobia. like i live in one of the furthest left lgbtq+ cities in america and i go about my day assuming everyone i meet is transphobic until proven otherwise. and some of that is definitely paranoid but a lot of it is from my own experiences with coworkers, fellow students, roommates, friends, healthcare providers etc..

and i think there's also this genuine air about a lot of cis people where, they're okay with trans people as long as we stay in our corner and don't get too close. i think all the time, if you are cis and you call yourself an ally...how would you feel if your sibling came out? your parent? your best friend? how would you feel if you had a kid and your kid came out to you as trans? would that be hard for you?

because in truth i think there are a lot of cis people who don't acknowledge how uncomfortable they are with transness, and i can support this with my own experiences because i've had multiple people who i've come out to tell me later that they weren't really on board with my transness at first, they didn't like it, felt uncomfortable, etc., but over time they grew to be accepting. meanwhile, when i came out to them they called themselves allies and claimed to be fully accepting and supported.

so idk, i'm sitting here like, is it really that surprising that these sportspeople are transphobic? and how is it that so few people were aware? i mean i remember saville literally retweeted something transphobic like two months ago (and then deleted it) and it seemed to go totally under the radar even though it was all over my twitter feed.

and i understand a lot of it may just be the algorithm, because as a trans person i will get more trans news. but it still sucks because i feel like trans people are so often left to fight our own battles, and then cis people come in and are like 'omg this sucks! i can believe this is happening to you! this is so surprising to me, i'm so disappointed!' like where have you been? why is it surprising? why is it disappointing? have you seen the atmosphere around trans people in the world right now? it's been like this the whole time and it's getting worse.

and again i don't blame people for not knowing but i guess it just sucks to hear over and over again that people find it surprising. so much casual transphobia goes unchecked, i've just come to expect it as a part of day to day life. it's only natural that it permeates sports, especially with how aggressive the transmisogyny is getting. and so many cis people just have no concept of it. i get that it's just the nature of it, it's not necessarily anybody's fault. but again, it just sucks to realize that something that affects trans people so much so often is just not on a lot of cis people's radar 90% of the time.

[davy-zeppeli]

so i like. lived with akwafina in my dream??? and her and i were special agents sent to get info on some dude but along the way i was bitten by a vampire and panicked, so i called out sick. i remember specifically going to this guys house who i was friends with in my dream (his name was Gunnar) and he had two roommates, one of which was awkwafina and I started panicking and the gunnar guy kinda just told me to calm down and gave me a hug but little did he know he just gave A LITERAL FUCKING VAMPITE ACCESS TO HIS NECK. yeah i drank gunnars blood and was kicked out of the house

then the vampire that bit me came to my house and was all "i gotta kill you because there can only be one vampire in the city" and me, the brave soul i am, ran the fuck away as fast as i could and i remember distinctly being VERY MAD that it was night time when i ran outside to get away from him because running away from people is scary enough not seeing things is just un-needed stress. anyways i run to gunbnar's house where he and his boyfriend and two roommates were hanging out and I go over to gunnar and start BEGGING him to let me have some more of his blood because i need to defend myself against this vampire that's trying to kill me - amber. i the that this is the most prominent thing i remember. really i do. IT WAS SO FUCKING HARD TO PIERCE THE SKIN OF GUNNAR'S NECK WITH MY TEETH. i had to keep re-biting and also why in the FUCK do i know what its like to have that much blood in my mouth????

anyways i fought off the vampire but gunnar got mixed up in the fight and was injured and his boyfriend took care of him while he was in the bathroom and his two roommates (awkwafina and some other lady) were PISSED at me. so they tried to kill me and one of them could grow switches (thin long sticks) out of her hands and i literally stopped the fight and guffawked at the magic as if i wasn't a VAMPIRE. anways i tried really hard not to kill them and i don't know if i succeeded because they weren't in the rest of my dream but i did go and check on gunnar afterwards and he had bits of his eyelid torn off and toes were missing??? he was bleeding like crazy where i bit him and he saw me come in and was like "please don't take anymore of my blood i think I'm dying" but it was sarcastic

anyways i didn't see him for the rest of the dream and i went on a picnic :)

[aspenforest732]

Bello Licentiae Chapter 21: Dance Revolution

Summary:

tw: flashback mention, gang activity, police, missing person Tis the spoopy season :) 'text' JSL Text thoughts

"Hey Mori," Jiro started, twirling an ear jack as she crossed the common area. "I saw you put dancing and keys. Momo has us covered for keys since she's classically trained, but I was wondering how you dancing would work."

Akira made the last couple strokes copying over History notes before looking up. ' I also received classical training, but she probably got more. I would most likely be using my crutches, and I've gotten pretty comfortable with combat footwork in those. ' They pulled up one of the videos they'd found on the train rides to and from Hosu where a choreographer was demonstrating how to adapt popular moves for use with forearm crutches.

"That should work," Jiro watched curiously. "Can you forward that to Mina? She'll be doing the choreography."

' Of course, I've got a playlist I can send her. Have we picked a song yet? ' Akira asked before sending the link. ' If no one from our class is interpreting, Anii should be able to do it. She'll just need to meet with us a couple times beforehand to rehearse. '

"'Hero Too' by Yuki Hayashi and Ayapeta," Jiro paused her earjack twirling for a moment in thought. "Do you think we need an interpreter? Koda suggested it, but I don't remember seeing one at a concert before."

' From what I saw on HeroTube, deaf or hard of hearing people can request interpreters, and the interpretations are more about capturing the spirit and beats of the song instead of direct translation, ' Akira clarified.

"I think this is the longest and most civil conversation we've had," Jiro huffed as she took a chair across from them and started pulling out her own notes.

Akira raised an eyebrow and shrugged. ' Yeah, cause you were acting like a jerk for most of the first term. I'm glad you worked whatever that was out. '

Jiro stiffened but huffed an agreement before settling into her work. They studied together for a couple hours before Akira moved to their room for privacy. It still felt weird being alone with someone they weren't close to, and Jiro's periodic humming clashed with the music in their head.

That weekend, Akira stayed in the dorms for dance practice with Mina and the dance crew. Midoriya and Ida especially struggled at first to get the hang of rhythm, but they gradually eased into it. Akira also did a couple sessions with just Mina to make sure they could have a clone do the routine if they were wheelchair-bound that day.

"We could have a separate routine for if you need your wheelchair," Mina offered while they took a water break.

Akira shook their head, ' If we had more time, that would be great, but with midterms coming up, I don't think it's going to be practical. '

"So, your roommate..." Mina prodded with a glint in her eye. "What's his deal?"

Akira rolled their eyes and pushed off the wall. ' How so? '

"You've been sitting on the biggest gossip this whole time!" Mina pouted, drawing a chuckle out of them. "What's he like? Why do they keep attacking us? Did he join willingly? Is he single?"

Akira grew more exasperated with each question until they just gave her a flat look. ' He's gay. He's... kind of like a German Shepherd? Protective and mean to strangers but soft in his own way with people he knows. And it's complicated. Can we get back to practicing? '

"Oh! Like an older brother."

Mina started back into the routine, leaving Akira a little stunned. Oh .

The next week flew by between festival preparations, a new wave of self-destructing weapons popping up on the black market, and midterm prep. Exams were still a few weeks away, but this time Akira organized the same study group to help make sure they were ready. When Saturday rolled around, Aizawa brought Eri to school so she could see more of the campus when there were fewer people to overwhelm her.

Akira, Togata, and Midoriya eagerly led her about, showing her the rest of the main building while Akira kept an eye out for any signs of discomfort in the little girl. A few of the business courses handed out fliers for seminars and joint presentations with support course students, although Akira frowned slightly at Mei not being on any of them.

' Have you spoken with Hatsume? She's planning on going independent last I heard, ' Akira asked a student from 1-E.

He blanched, "Oh no one messes with her! She's got all these half-formed ideas that explode all the time. It's a good thing she was already planning on starting her own company. No one wants to be dragged down with her."

"I-I'm sure she-" Midoriya stuttered, smile falling as he hesitantly looked to Akira and Togata.

' Oh hell no, ' Akira glared at him while Togata interpreted. ' I have personally worked with Bubblegum on multiple occasions, and I'm telling you now she will make it big one day. Those half-formed ideas are the start of some of her best items, and they explode so often because they're innovative! ' They drew themself up to their full 140 cm and stalked closer to the agape student as he backed up. ' If I ever hear you or anyone else for that matter disparage her, I will personally make sure you never hear the end of it. Do I make myself clear? '

"Crystal," he gulped and sprinted away.

Akira took a calming breath and reset their posture before turning and checking on Eri. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and a little bit of fear, so Akira crouched despite their protesting knees. ' Hey Eri, how are you feeling? '

Eri scrunched her brow for a moment before signing, ' Good. ' At Akira's smile, she continued. "You're not usually mad."

Understanding flitted across Midoriya's face, and Akira nodded. ' I don't like when people say mean things about people I care about. That includes you, ' they slowly reached out to give her a head pat, which she leaned into. Akira stood up, knees popping and crackling in protest as they continued on.

At the festival grounds, Monoma and Tetsutetsu popped up with a silver dragon head. Akira bit back a smile at the reminder of Hitoshi and asked, ' What is 1-B doing for the festival? That looks neat. '

Monoma launched into an albeit boastful explanation of the ambitious play they were putting on as Awase approached, keeping an eye on him. Akira leaned towards Eri conspiratorially and signed with Togata quietly interpreting, ' Copycat gets really competitive with our class. It sounds like they're taking inspiration from some pre-quirk movies, which'll be interesting. '

Eri giggled, and Midoriya asked, "Where's Kendo? Isn't she usually with you, Monoma?"

Awase shrugged apologetically, "She got entered into the beauty pageant by Reiko, so they're figuring that out."

"Nejire's also entering that, shall we see what they're up to?" Togata asked with a twinkle in his eye. "I bet her costume is going to be really pretty this year."

As they slipped into one of the equipment room, Akira cocked their head at the odd pose Hado took in the air supported by one of her waves. "Hey, why is Eri here? How fun!" she asked cheerfully when she noticed the group.

As the others talked about the contestants and last year's champion, Akira wandered over to the clothing racks. They were filled with a variety of gowns and shorter pieces of a pretty wide variety of themes and sizes. Noticing the lack of masculine options, they turned to Amajiki, ' Is this a fem-presenting only event? '

"Eh, I guess we haven't had anyone want to participate who wasn't?" Yuyu responded when Amajiki looked lost. "Beauty pageants are more of a traditionally girl thing to do."

Akira shrugged, signing a loose ' thanks ' as they made their way back to the group. They noticed with some amusement that Eri seemed enraptured by Nejire and the assortment of pretty items. With a smile, Akira snapped a picture and sent it to Yamada, including a few of the details she seemed most taken with. In moments, they got a chaotic string of emojis to decode later as they headed to the last group, the support course showcase. ' This is where Bubblegum studies, ' Akira explained to Eri on the way.

"This is something that makes a splash every year!" Midoriya said excitedly as Togata covered his ears against the grinding and general workshop noises. Akira offered a pair of earplugs to Eri, but she was similarly taken with the busy room.

Akira grinned and gently maneuvered Eri to the side as Hatsume rounded Midoriya from behind. "That's right! The school festival is the support course's time to shine!"

Akira marveled at the much-improved robotic suit Hatsume had been working on as she continued. "This time, we've been given the spotlight! It's so I can get even bigger companies to look at my babies even more carefully!"

' Did you fix the... ' Akira paused as the suit started smoking. They winced and guided Eri back a bit, snapping their capture scarf out to grab the dome that shot off the top. Akira let the momentum carry for a moment before guiding it back to the floor a safe distance away. ' Good luck, Bubblegum! '

While grabbing a late lunch, Togata asked how Eri was feeling. She seemed thoughtful for a moment before signing ' happy ' and adding, "There are a lot of different people working hard, so I wonder how it'll turn out..."

"That's what people call 'getting excited,'" Nezu clarified from a few chairs over with Kayama. "I'm also excited about the school festival!"

Kayama added as they got up that if the alarm sounds, even a false alarm, they would have to cancel and evacuate. There would be significant extra security, especially in the wooded area around campus, to avoid that at least. Akira slid a look at Midoriya, knowing his tendencies, but everything was set up to be quiet for the time being.

On Monday, Akira was waiting for Mad Banquet outside the cafeteria when they saw a call from Haru. They quickly shot off a text as they answered saying they had to take a call. ' Is everything alright? '

"I'm sorry to do this, but have you seen or heard from Giran lately?" he asked, worry creasing his brow.

Akira shook their head as they thought back. ' No, and the League wouldn't have either. They're off-grid for the time being. '

"Shit." Haru called out their response to whoever else was in the room.

Anxiety spiking, Akira asked, ' What's going on? '

"He's been dark for over a week," Haru explained. "It was a week on Friday, but we didn't want to worry you if someone else had heard from him. We've already checked with his underlings. I know you can't do much from there, but..."

' I can always try ,' Akira replied, cycling through options. ' Probably best not to involve Eraser, right? '

Haru hesitated, glancing to the side before nodding. "Giran's a big step up from what he currently knows of your involvement in the underworld. Keep it in-house if you can, but don't actively hide it."

With a sharp nod, Akira hung up and headed back to the classroom to meet with their group since the weather was turning colder. They started searching for what they could on the internet, but there wasn't much to go off of yet. Akira waved off the others' concern when they stiffly walked in, not bothering with an excuse since Fumikage looked ready to call them out as it was.

For the next week, Akira stayed up most of the night, only getting two hours of sleep or three if they passed out while searching. Intelligence networks were shifting, and the media started to catch on that a major change happened in the underworld. No one had connected the dots yet, and Akira tried and failed daily to get in touch with Dabi.

"Is something going on?" Taishiro asked after quietly taking Akira aside on Tuesday before their shift. "You were off yesterday and look even worse today."

' I'm fine, just dealing with internal issues right now, ' Akira responded, plastering a small fake smile on their face. ' It might be nothing. '

Taishiro grew even more worried but nodded, "I'll hold you to it, kiddo. Just come to me when you're ready, okay?"

By Thursday, Akira was starting to fall asleep in class, only Dark Shadow keeping them from nodding off while their focus kept splitting between the lectures and Giran. Did the Wrens finally get a hold of him? They could be torturing him because of me . What if they out Dabi? Everything could ...

"Akira!"

Akira jerked back into focus as they saw an empty classroom aside from them and Aizawa. "You're benched for Heroics today," he frowned as they struggled to focus on him. "I don't know what's going on, but Shiro confirmed something was off on Tuesday, and you've only been getting worse."

' But- ' Akira protested, swaying slightly as they stood. Aizawa gently steadied them by their arm, drawing a sharp flinch and fresh wave of guilt. He patiently watched with now open concern. Taking stock of their state, Akira huffed and pressed their mouth into a thin line. ' Fine. ' They looked pointedly at their arm, and Aizawa let go after a moment.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" he eventually asked.

Akira sighed in exasperation, running a hand over their face. ' Someone very important to my group is missing. He's been dark for too long, and no one's been able to reach him. '

Aizawa's eyebrows crinkled as he surveyed them. "Why didn't you say something earlier? I can look at arrest records, at least rule that out."

' We already have, ' Akira waved him off. ' Giran would be too big a catch to keep quiet. '

Aizawa sucked in a breath. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, that answers the why. Undergrounds have noticed his absence, but we thought he was in a different area and his underlings got complacent. If he's missing , we can start looking elsewhere and help ease the fallout.

"In the meantime," he gave them a pointed look, "go back to your dorm and get some rest. Don't keep looking right now." Aizawa's gaze softened as Akira leaned against the desk, head swimming as they sipped on a jelly pouch. "Let me take the next steps, and I'll let you know what we find."

Akira reluctantly limped back to the dorms, barely remembering to let Haru know Aizawa and the undergrounds were now involved before crashing.

Around three, Akira jolted awake and groaned, waiting for the pain from the nightmare to abate. As the agonizing seconds passed, they realized it wasn't just from the nightmare. Pushing through the pain, they grabbed the pill bottle and shook out a couple to take with a jelly pouch. Hopefully that'll take some of the edge off . Akira grimaced at the burning the pills caused in their stomach, but at least sometimes they helped. They tried to go back to sleep after that, but the pain kept them awake. After a while, they turned on their chronic flare HeroTube playlist, a mix of podcasts and music they could zone in and out of without missing much.

Some hours later, Hitoshi checked in on them and mentioned he'd tell Aizawa they couldn't come to class. Dark Shadow burst in not long after with a heating pad, more blankets, and chocolate. Akira thanked them, although they weren't sure they could stomach anything that rich for a bit. Around noon, they dragged themself onto their wheelchair with a blanket and made their way downstairs using the touchpad instead of wheels to turn.

After putting the ingredients in the blender, Akira pulled the blanket a little tighter and started grounding themself as they turned the blender on. They quickly backed up their wheelchair, but their vision grew staticky as the noise blended with Sonic's pulsing, grating quirk. In two three four , Akira tried to focus, barely registering the difference in material of the wheelchair and soft blanket and the metal resonance chamber Sonic used.

By the time they were fully back in the present, the blender was long finished. Akira tiredly transferred the mix to their oversized tumbler and trudged back to their room, very much ready for the day to be over.

"Are you okay, Reaper?"

Akira smiled tiredly over to Eri where she had stopped coloring. They bookmarked the open investigations report and closed their laptop to turn to her. ' Just worried about someone I know. It's not someone you know, so please don't worry about it. '

Eri scrunched up her brow at that, "But I'm worried about you?"

Akira winced, knowing their eyebags were still pretty prominent. ' Leave the worrying to people older than you, okay? Kids shouldn't have to be worried about this stuff. ' After a moment, they added, ' I'm sorry I placed some of that emotional burden on you. '

After they explained a couple words, Eri lit up and slid off her chair. She ran down the hallway towards Aizawa and Yamada's bedroom as Akira watched in confusion. Did I say something wrong? Akira couldn't hear any crying, but then again, Eri would have learned to cry silently. They started to get up only to hear the soft patter of footsteps next to Yamada's longer strides.

"Sweetie, are you sure you want me? They usually prefer Shou for-"

"No!" Eri stomped her foot to Akira's amusement. "Daddy says you're oldest, so he would just go to you. Is anyone older than you?"

Akira stifled a snort as an affronted Yamada rounded the corner with Eri in tow. A blush spread across their cheeks as they realized why Eri had grabbed him, and they awkwardly waved. ' Sorry, I didn't realize she was going to get you. '

"You said kids shouldn't worry about this. Daddy says you're a kid. So logically, you need the oldest person!" Eri looked proud of herself, one small hand fisted on her hip.

' Ah, logic, my only weakness, ' Akira dramatically melted onto the table, leaving their head up just enough to make out color blobs. As the purple blob moved around the table into their periphery, Akira shifted to look at Yamada crouched a comfortable distance away.

"Hey, Shou told me a little of what's going on. You wanna talk about it, little listener?" he gently asked.

' Not much to talk about, ' Akira sat up enough to sign after they made sure Eri wasn't in line of sight. ' There's nothing. '

Yamada hummed, quirk activating slightly as the pitch dropped into what felt like a cat purr. Akira tensed but slowly relaxed as they watched the hero sit next to them. "Shou's really good at finding people, you know. Nezu, too."

Akira thinned their mouth and looked away briefly. ' This is different. If a rival did manage to rise up, they would've been disposed of by now. No one who's been in the underworld for any period of time would touch him. None of this makes sense! '

"Hey, you've got a lot going on," Yamada interrupted their thoughts as their head snapped up to briefly meet his gaze. They quickly looked away but not before seeing the open concern. "Shou and I are here for you if you want to vent or need some space, okay? If there's anything we can do from helping look to bouncing around ideas to making food, just let us know."

Akira hesitated, the request seeming silly in the moment. At his encouraging smile, they asked, ' Can we have yaki-udon tonight? ' Akira asked after a moment. Yamada brightened and started checking for ingredients, soon sending Aizawa out with a list. Eri even roped Akira into helping with the preparation. As guilty as they felt for not spending the time looking for Giran, Akira felt a little less wrung out when they started the search again after dinner.

On Monday, Taishiro confined them to desk duty, which they spent continuing the search when not putting calls through and exploring the system. A new set of fingerprints did show up in a country-wide search for the owner of a severed finger, so Akira sent that off to forensics. A few minutes later, they clicked back to the request and double-checked the found location. Maybe some kind of yakuza statement? They mused and put a note in the file to cross-check the prints with their own database if the police didn't turn up anything.

Notes:

"Hero too" was composed by Yuki Hayashi, Ayapeta wrote the lyrics, and Chrissy Costanza performed the song. Jiro mellows out in her treatment of other students in the anime at least, so figured Akira would give her another chance. Haru: don't actively hide it but y'know play it close to your chest Akira: got it, stay up all hours to find him and don't tell anyone Haru: ... Aizawa and Taishiro: wtf is going on

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[thanatoseyes]

No one asked for this.

I keep thinking about my hallucinations. The time I spent in the hospital. They were vivid and visceral. They happened in waves, matching the mood I was in and the delusion my brain entertained at the time.

There are only really about four that I remember correctly. If there are more they are lost to me.

I was sitting alone in a room. I'm honestly not really sure what kind of room it was, but it was in the hospital and it was right next to the nurses' station. I was just staring at the floor. My thoughts flying a mile a minute. I was in danger. I was going to be killed. I was going to die. There were people out to get me. There was something wrong. There was something inside me that needed to get out. I was dying. I was alone. I was everything and nothing at the same time. There was a voice. Two voices. They didn't have their own circadian rhythm. They were just abstract thoughts coalesced at the back of my mind. They told me things. That the hospital wasn't a hospital. That the patients weren't patients. I don't think it helped that the person in the room across from me was strapped to a gurney and screaming about the rapture. So, it wasn't a hospital. It was a chamber for my own destruction. The first voice I'll name FB. He was mischievous and the intent behind him was malicious. He told me lies. Everything he said was a lie. The people in the next room wanted me dead. The nurse that had just entered was chosen. There was a second voice. They were angry, so very angry. A monster really. They made everything worse. I don't know how long I sat there, but I moved to the floor at some point. And these voices FB and the second voice, I'll call them, Nott, these voices taunted me. Made everything I was feeling worse.

The second time, I was in inpatient care. I think it had been at least a week. I couldn't tell time in there. Of course there were screens and clocks in the nurses hub, but whenever I looked at them the screens would flicker or I'd read the date and time and not believe it, so looking at it was useless. I thought I was somewhere else when i was actually there and everyone was someone else. I didn't trust myself and I didn't trust anyone around me. It was like everyone was in a play and they were playing their part. I also don't think it helped that my mother had gifted me two Shakespeare books. (one for tragedies and one for comedies). I'd pick random passages and read them to myself. It was like picking out a needle in a haystack but you knew exactly where the needle was and where it needed to be. They held secret meanings behind the page and the voices liked that. Thrived on my emotions. Inciting turmoil within me. I was so sure that this reality I had found myself had a way out I just hadn't found it yet. But the hallucination. It had to do with everyone playing their part. A certain phrase got stuck in my head. Line of sight. I couldn't figure out what that meant, but it was important. It had something to do with why I was in the hospital. And then it clicked. Someone else outside was trying to kill my roommate in the clinic. She was special and had to be removed. I kept an eye on her and the windows. Made sure she was never in any danger. I think it helped that I never voiced these fears and she was a very kind and open person. She sat down in our doorway. And the voices were quiet. The nurses milled about. The other patients were doing their own thing. And I was shot in her place. There was blood pooling at my stomach. Everything felt cold and wet and I felt my stomach and nothing was there. It freaked me out.

The third time, I had been there about two and a half weeks. Maybe, again time is relative. I wasn't really sleeping and I walked around all day. Everything blended together. I was woken up by a nurse. She insisted I take the pills. She had a heavy accent and her eyes were cold. I'm sure now that she was on the end of her shift and had been putting out fires for most of the night, but I had just woken up and I was afraid. Of what? Well, the new delusion that week was that someone wanted to destroy the building that I was in. I don't know who this mysterious entity was, but they wanted this place gone and me dead. And FB was happy about that and Nott seemed to be indifferent. The nurse shoved a cup of water into my hand and said I needed to take the medicine. I knew at that moment that that wasn't medicine. They were bullets disguised as medicine. Everyone was going to take them and everyone would end up dead. She insisted I take them. So I put them in my mouth but I didn't swallow. I put them under my tongue. She made me open my mouth. She found them. She insisted I take them. And I was so tired. And I just wanted some peace and quiet. So I took the medicine. I felt it slide down my throat thick and impossibly large and cold. I nearly gagged on them but I got them down. I felt sick and nauseous. I lived obviously. And no one died.

The fourth time was near the end of my stay. The voices had all but disappeared. People had shifted around the place. New faces, new nurses. It was a whole new experience which just fucked with my head. I felt like I couldn't really hang on to the delusions. It was all fading. The drugs were probably working. But I still felt off. There wasn't something quite right. The paranoia still sunk in. The ever present otherness of the situation still stuck. Everyone hated me. It was night time. There were people making phone calls, obviously they were discussing events that would happen. Were yet to happen. It was all in the patterns. I was feeling off. Like a part of me wasn't even there. It was somewhere else and it was being tortured and I could feel it everywhere on my person. I was bleeding but I wasn't bleeding. I had to get away but there was nowhere else to go. I sunk to the ground my back against the wall. A nurse came over to check on me. Asked if I was okay, but I couldn't speak. They had cut out my tongue and there was blood everywhere.

Extra content: About a two weeks in I think, I thought I was being tortured and I was horribly disfigured. They had cut off my fingers, in their place was a shadow of a hand mixed with my own flesh. They had cut open my skull, my skin exposed to the elements. It wasn't a fun time.

There's plenty of more memories I could dig up, but here's just a few. I hope this makes someone not feel so alone. It's really the only reason I'm writing this. I just needed to get it out.

Au revoir.