#i only have one friend tho so we just hung out and she told me abt what she's been up to and whatnot dksghs

[mysunshine-youremoonlight]

points. i did practically the same thing today!! as in. ice cream by the lake with friend(s). wao……

woag............. we're so in sync......

[gavisfanta]

Do a possessive Pablo smut?

VICTORIA'S SECRET - GAVI

summary: it's your birthday and Gavi buys you something from Victoria's Secret which you'll try out immediately.

a/n: I got a bit carried away, sorryy, not proof read!!

warning: A LOT LOT OF SMUT, 18+

"I don't know what to buy her for her birthday." Gavi put his hands into his pocket while he walked around with Pedri, Fermin, and Ferran.

"Buy her lingerie, trust me, women are head over heels for lingerie from men." Pedri mumbled and Gavi looked at Ferran for a confirmation. However, Ferran made a weird face and as he looked at Gavi he shook his head.

"Don't believe him," Ferran told Gavi, Pedri then raised his eyebrows as Fermin just watched the drama happen.

"What do you mean don't believe me? Trust me, I know what I'm talking about." Pedri tried to convince Gavi. Fermin laughed and he looked like he was about to say something.

"Says the one who only has one-night stands. You only get them horny, not in their normal state." Fermin said to which he earned a mad look from Pedri. However Gavi and Ferran burst out laughing.

"Bro woke up and chose violence," Ferran mumbled after he was done laughing.

"Okay, you know what, let's check out Victoria's Secret, I'll buy her lingerie and something else too." Gavi decided as soon as he saw the Victoria's Secret store.

"Sounds good to me." Pedri crossed his arms. "Imagine how that looks, 4 men looking at bras and panties."

"Looks like 4 gentlemen buying their girlfriends something," Ferran mumbled.

"Pedri for his one-night stands," Fermin added and Pedri hit the back of his head as the other two started laughing again.

"Okay let's go." Pedri mumbled and sped up his pace a bit. Gavi walked inside and quickly a woman who worked for the store walked over to them.

"Hey, can I help you?" She asked and Gavi nodded his head. Fermin and the others looked around the store while standing next to their friend.

"I'm looking for lingerie." He mumbled in a bit of a quieter voice. The woman smiled at his awkwardness and nodded her head.

"What color are you looking for?" She asked with the same grin on her face. Pedri looked at Gavi with a small smile on his lips. He loved how awkward and shy Gavi sometimes gets.

"Red" Ferran shot Pedri a look and Pedri raised his brows. Fermin shook his head with a smile as Pedri also made eye contact with him.

"Okay," The women looked around and then started walking to the lingerie. The four boys followed her. "What bra size does she have?" She asked.

"I don't know but they fit into my hands." Gavi lifted his hands and looked at them while Ferran, Fermin, and Pedri burst out laughing. Gavi looked back at them and found them laughing and holding their stomach.

The woman who worked at the store nodded her head as she tried to hide her smile. "Do you think this will fit her?" She asked.

"Wait let me call her, I don't want to buy anything wrong." Gavi pulled out his phone and Pedri shook his head while the corner of his lips were still pointing upwards.

Gavi called and dialed your number and you picked up almost immediately.

"Hey Love, I have a question, what's your bra size?" Gavi asked and Pedri stood closer to him so he would be able to hear what you said.

"Straight to the point." You laughed a bit which made Gavi smile too. "It's B." You said and Gavi nodded his head even tho you couldn't see him.

"Thanks love, bye, love you." Gavi hung up and then looked at the woman. "It's B."

"Vale, we have these in B and also a few of the blue ones if you want to check that out." She pointed at the red ones and blue ones.

"Thank you so much." He said and the woman walked away again, Gavi looked at the lingeries and one stuck out of all the others.

"I'll take this one." he immediately walked over and grabbed it, it was a red, two-piece lingerie.

"Sexy, I'd like to see you wear it Pablito." Pedri smiled a bit while Gavi went to pay and the three boys followed him.

"Gavi is gonna turn into one of Pedri's one-night stands-" Right after Fermin finished his sentence, he received a hit on the back of his head by Pedri.

"Don't act like you're not having one-night stand. I know what kind of kid you are." Pedri pointed his finger at Fermin who was too scared to say anything and just stood there.

"Okay come on let's go." Gavi mumbled after he paid and received the lingerie in a bag. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to see you wear it.

Sadly he just HAD to wait.

So at midnight just after he congratulated you, he gifted you the shoes you've always wanted but were too expensive.

"But what did you need my bra size for?" You asked and he smiled while grabbing under the bed and pulling out a Victoria's Secret bag.

Your eyes widened and you couldn't help but smile. Then you covered your face with your hands while Gavi gave you the bra and the red thong.

"Wear it" Gavi mumbled in a strict voice and you couldn't help but smile. You took them from his hands, winked at him, went into the bathroom, and got changed.

Gavi meanwhile took off his shirt and changed into some Barcelona shorts.

Just as you opened the door to the bedroom again, you noticed that the lights were switched off. The only light coming from behind you is from the bathroom.

"Fuck," Gavi whispered as you walked closer to him and spun around. He got a perfect look at your tits and your ass, he felt himself get even harder by just looking at you.

"Fuck what?" You asked and wrapped your arms around his neck while going closer to him.

"If you won't stop this, you." Gavi gave you a look while he put his hands on your waist and looked at your body. "Why do you never wear lingerie? I'm about to come into my pants." Gavi mumbled and his hands moved from your waist down to your hips. Then he suddenly pulled you closer and you felt his boner poke against your skin.

"Cause I want you to come inside of me and not into your pants." You mumbled and Gavi only laughed a little bit.

"You look awesome in everything, how do you manage to do that hm? How did I manage to pull you?" He asked you, but the only response you gave was a small kiss on his lips. After that, you stood with your back facing the bed and then sat down. He looked at you as you opened up your legs and he saw that red lingerie sitting perfectly between your legs.

He inhaled sharply as he looked at you, and then his eyes moved up to your face again after you closed your legs.

"You need to show something, Amor" You mumbled and then turned on your stomach while grabbing your phone from the nightstand.

Gavi was left standing there, his boner in his pants and an awfully good look on your ass.

Gavi shook his head and walked closer to the bed until eventually he crawled over you. Your hips were between his legs ad he had his hands on your ass, groping them slightly.

"Show what? How much I love you?" Gavi leaned down to kiss your back and he pushed your hair out the way so he'd be able to reach your neck too.

"For example." You said in a bit of a teasing tone and then turned around.

"You're the birthday girl, do you wanna have control?" Gavi smiled and looked down at you."I'd like to try, but I can't guarantee anything." You laughed and Gavi just nodded his head and then left himself fall down next to you on his back.

"If you can't handle it just say so, you know I love to be the one in control." He turned his head to look at you getting on top of him.

You put extra much weight on his crotch with your hips and then leaned forward to his face. His lips felt soft on yours as soon as you connected them.

Then you pushed your lips harder, more passionate, needier. He grabbed your ass and started groping it as you moved your hips back and forth slowly.

"Take off my pants princesa" Gavi pushed you back a bit and you felt his hard dick below you. You hooked your fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts and boxer shorts at the same time and pulled them down.

His hard dick jumped out of his boxers and hit his lower abdomen as you just smiled. You then sat down on his lower stomach and pulled him into a kiss. However, you lifted up your hips a bit and then pumped your hand up and down Gavi's dick a few times. Then you rubbed your clit with his tip and then eventually you pulled away.

He was holding your hips as he rocked his own hips a bit upwards, needy to be inside of you.

"Tranquilo Amor, tranquilo." You smiled and then pushed his tip in. Then just to tease him you started moving your hips in a circular motion before sinking down on him fully.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as you felt him filling you out and his dick poking your cervix. You felt him so deep inside of you that you needed to regain a bit of strength.

Gavi wasn't doing any better, well he was basically floating with so much pleasure as he looked down at where you two were connecting. Skin slapping was heard in the entire house probably while you threw your head back.

"You're doing so well." Gavi praised you, and then you looked down at him, his face sweaty and his hair sticking to his forehead. You ran your hands along his abs which were shiny as to also being covered in sweat.

It only took you a few more movements after you felt your high come up and he noticed it too. So he held your hips in one place and thrusted up into you at a rapid speed.

"Fuck Gavi-" You moaned out and then leaned forward as you came. You basically collapsed on top of him as he came too. The warm load of his cum filled you up as you were still on top of him.

"You did so great" Gavi praised you again as you tried to catch your breath. He proceeded to plant a few kisses on your neck and everything he could reach without moving you.

You sat up on his lower stomach after you regained your strength and caught your breath.

"So 18 more rounds?" Gavi asked with a smile as he squeezed the flesh of your hips a bit.

Your eyes widened at his question and your mouth hung slightly open. "Why do you want to do 18 more rounds?"

"Well, you turned 19 today, I thought it'd be fitting." He laughed a bit and you smiled while you shook your head.

"I don't care, but I definitely won't be on top." You said and felt Gavi's hand run up on your back. He quickly turned the two of you around so that you were caught below him.

"You're a bottom then?" He smiled a bit as he was now the one looking down at you. A soft smile was visible on your lips as you pushed his hair back.

"I love bottoming out, to be honest." You laughed and he winked at you as he looked down at your body.

"So are you in for another round?" His gaze shifted from your body to your eyes again.

To be honest, you didn't wanna tell him that this was exactly how you had planned out this night in your hand.

"Always" You mumbled and he nodded his head as he grabbed down to massage his balls and pump his hand up and down his dick a few times.

Then he pushed your thong aside and started teasing your clit with his tip. "Gavi!" You told him as he then removed his dick from your clit and looked at you with a smile.

"Okay, sorry, sorry." He pushed himself inside of you again and you arched your back up against his body.

"Okay, you can move." You mumbled and Gavi started thrusting in and out of you at a rapid speed.

"You're doing so well, hold still for me, yeah?" Gavi praised you and he then removed one of his hands from the bed and pushed himself up onto his knees.

He then pulled you closer by your thighs and then put one of your legs over his shoulder.

That allowed him to reach deeper inside of you and you felt his tip hitting your cervix.

You whined as he did so, Gavi looked at you with a bright smile and then put one of his left hands on your lower stomach. He pressed down on there and you threw your head back as you gripped the sheets tightly into your fists as you felt your second orgasm wash over you. He kept fucking you through your orgasm which meant that you moaned out louder than before. He sent you into oversensivity and you clenched around him which made it a bit more difficult for him to move. But he thrusted inside of you, no matter what you did, and as his thrusts became slower you knew that he was close.

He finished inside of you and you whined as he pulled out of you for a second.

Then just a few seconds later he pushed himself inside of you again and made sure that you finished too, for the third time.

Gavi then stopped for a few seconds and put his head on your stomach, just below your chest.

"I'm suggesting a change of location," Gavi mumbled and you smiled a bit as he lifted his head up again.

"What location are you suggesting?" You asked. "I was thinking of shower sex, we could also do the whirlpool tho." Gavi smiled and your lips immediately curled up into a smile.

"How about both?" That answer made Gavi excited and he stood up. "I'd say shower first, since it's closer." Gavi lifted you off the bed and walked into the bathroom with you.

He put you down onto the counter as he then took off your thong and he got on his knees in front of the counter. He pushed your legs wide open and started licking your clit.

You moaned softly as you had your hand in his brown locks and then he started fucking you with his thong soon after.

You felt as he also started rubbing your clit with his other hand which he wasn't holding your tight with.

"Gavi, seriously, this night is gonna be so long-" You whined as you felt his tongue accelerate.

"That's what our goal is no?" He looked up at you, he looked so hot, his face full of your juices, his cheeks red, his lips plumped up and slightly red too.

"Mhm" You mumbled and he smiled, that look made you clench around nothing. He then pushed two fingers inside of you and kept licking your clit.

That made you orgasm for the fourth time that night. Your legs started shaking as Gavi stood up to lick the remaining substances off of his lips and you swore that you could have came a fifth time at just the sight of him.

"Let's go into the shower," he said after a few minutes of massaging your tighs. You threw your head back and only laughed as he stood closer to you.

Your legs quickly wrapped around his torso as he lifted you up and walked into the shower with you.

He put you down but you were still hanging onto him since your legs were barely able to hold you.

He pinned you against the wall as he turned on the water.

You smiled as you looked at him, by his gaze shifting from the showerhead to your body from time to time and by his dick twitching, you could tell. You're not done by far.

[liloinkoink]

hey guys, someone just sent me a weird ass ask claiming my incredibly close friend cherri @cherrifire secretly hate me and is talking abt me behind my back. i was not the only person to get one of these identical slanderous asks. i’ve already blocked the anon but like. open letter to them, and for the benefit of anyone else who gets an ask like this….

1) anon, you’re genuinely fucking stupid

2) hysterical to send this when i was actively chatting w her, while we were in the process of fleshing out yet another renchanting au, something we have done all day every day for… gosh, how long has it been now? nearly two years? i would say that it was really bad timing to send this ask to me while i was actively chatting aus w her but there really isn’t any moment you could have sent this that i wouldn’t have been.

3) if you thought i wasn’t gonna call bullshit and snitch immediately you don’t know shit about me or cherri, which, granted, is evident by the ask in general, but you really are stupid

4) if a gc like this existed—which it does not, bc cherri is not like this and would not do this—i would be in it. this idiot doesn’t even know im cherri’s emotional support writer. do you have any idea how many gcs and servers she’s dragged me into w her.

5) get your facts right cherri talks shit about me to my face. this is mutual. fake ass fan. if you were a real cherri friend you would know this smh

6) no, actually, you’re right, she definitely hates me. that’s why i met her irl literally like 3 months ago on her invitation, we hung out for a genuine week, spent basically the whole time arm in arm or hand in hand. this is also why we were planning a second meetup last night. you idiot. you fool. you complete and utter moron

anyway, if anyone gets this ask:

it’s complete bullshit. theyre sending this to cherri’s best friends for some godforsaken reason. it’s very weird and deeply cringe. also incredibly poorly planned. idk how many ppl you sent this to, but a few of us are in a gc and we have been making fun of this ask for like an hour (anon, im one of cherri’s friends and she’s been telling a small group of friends about you— lol. lmao even)

anyway like. to reiterate. cherri’s one of my best friends, she’s absolutely lovely and i’m lucky every day to know her. we hang out and chat constantly and we’ve met irl and it was an incredible experience i would love to repeat. i have told her things i have not fuckin told anyone else and you could not otherwise waterboard out of me. i love talking to her all the time and i miss her when she’s busy for even like, an hour. i love writing w her and creating things w her. she’s an incredibly bright spot in my life, often the first person i think of upon waking and the last i think of before i sleep. she is kind and funny and i love her a lot.

i’m a bitch tho so like @ this anon go fuck yourself. you better hope that when you die that the devil finds you before i do. sending this ask to a bunch of our friends, trying to turn the people she cares about against her, and for what? you clearly don’t know her well enough to be talking like this. trying to ruin my friend’s reputation and friendships w a vague as hell and entirely baseless copy paste is super fucking weird. why would you do this? and like, do you think we were born yesterday to fall for this? i’m insulted for her for whatever it was you were trying to pull and i’m insulted on behalf of myself and everyone else you sent this to that you think we’re as stupid as you are. what is your damage. get a hobby.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I'm in a long distance relationship with my boyfriend slash childhood best friend. My parents moved while we started dating when we were 17, now we're 22. We live pretty far away and we met once every year until the pandemic hit. Then we kept contact via chats and phone calls, sometimes videocalls but his network isn't very good where he lives so we mainly chat.

These days, like for the last year, I've been feeling nervous and anxious over phonecalls and face to face chats. We text each other all the time and we're really close but he wants to see or hear me and I don't want that. Like I have a phobia of letting him perceive me. I feel insecure about everything even tho he's not causing it, I just feel like I'll do or say something stupid and he'll laugh at me, like he'll be disappointed to see my face or hear me. So I avoid his requests to meet or call. This isn't just for him but it's the strongest with him.

Last week my friends from uni decided to have a big outing, almost the whole day out eating and watching a movie. It was planned since June so I was pretty excited. On that day while I was getting ready they kept calling to make sure I was coming. We were supposed to meet at a restaurant and go from there.

Then one friend who had just reached the restaurant called me, giggling and out of breath, to ask if I was taking so long because I wanted to "impress him into proposing". Then I heard my other friends tell her to shut up and not ruin it. I immediately understood what was going on but I called one of the other girls (my closest friend along with my bf) to gently ask for an explanation. I wasn't accusing her of anything yet but she kept implying that she knew I figured it out. I then said I might not go because I had a headache. She dismissed me and firmly told me to come, like in a friendly threatening manner, don't make excuses, go there or she won't talk to me again.

I hung up and called the first girl who was giggling, she said to just go it'll be fun or they'll be sad. I called my bf to ask where he was and he said my city but miles away from that restaurant, then asked why. I told him I knew what they were planning, and they could have fun without me and I didn't trust them anymore, then hung up.

As you have guessed they planned a surprise meetup between me and my bf. Surprise for just me, he was in on the plan and told me he'd be in my city that week for his uni related reasons.

I haven't spoken to any of them since then. I have to see the girls all the time at uni so that's hard but bf is getting full silent treatment and he's begging and apologizing. He said he'll never ask again and he sent a voice note where he spunded like he was crying. The girl who giggled said sorry and she was just tagging along to the other two girls' plan.

I feel bad for blowing up on them but I feel betrayed, I really can't get over how they thought it'd be funny and cute. The close girl friend hasn't apologized, she and the third girl doesn't see any problem with what they did and think that I'm overreacting like a diva. They think I ruined their plan instead.

Aita for not wanting to be friends with any of the girls anymore? I know some of you will say get better friends but these are the better friends, they're my only friends. I don't think I'm up for friendship anymore. I've forgiven my bf but I'm not sure if I want to keep the relationship, for this drama and my clear lack of interest in seeing him for a whole year. I may be overreacting, I'm being cruel to all of them for a phobia. That's why I'm asking.

What are these acronyms?

[bainutwater85]

“ME AND YOU ISNT THE ANSWER. I COULD’VE BEEN RIGHT BUT I WAS WRONG.”

prop: y/n thinks bakugo doesn’t like her due to his attitude towards her, and because of other females flooding over him. She looses feelings but he still has them— just waited later till the end of the school year to say something.

cw: angst no comfort, swearing, bakugo mad and disappointed. Black!reader, jealousy (on readers end)

feeling so deprived of love you are easy to get but you only wanted one person and you’ve been tagging him since middle school. No one never knew of course— not even izuku and he was one of your close friends. Seeing bakugo walk into the room is like walking into a freshly renovated house and seeing the makeover it got— amazed and wowed.

You can’t help but stare— i mean who wouldn’t? he’s the finest boy ever and heavily blessed with those genes. But when you take a look at yourself in the mirror you frown up your face wondering who would get with someone like you. Your different, yeah..obviously; you stand out more from your peers SPECIFICALLY your female peers— right alongside mina but she’s confident in her skin unlike you. No you don’t get teased as much like you used to in elementary and middle school. You would stare in the mirror for almost an hour trying to see why you’re different and if you really look worth bakugous time.

Class ends and you walk right alongside mina, speaking and asking her about the work and if she has anything to do later on tonight. Happily she told you that she and her group (bakugo, denki, sero, kirishima) were gonna go to the mall and that YOU could come with them. How could you turn down this golden opportunity..until well you were actually in the mall— with them.

everyone wondered off to their favorite shops and you were next to bakugo snd kirishima following them like a lost dog while mina and denki went off to get some food! sigh..you hug your sides tightly and continue to lag behind with caution, not speaking. until you seen a shop that piqued your interest. You stop and stare until bakugo looks back and sees you rambling through your purse. He and kirishima turn around.

“do you have enough money y/n?” kirishima asks “uh, let me see”

“why would you come to the mall with no money?..dumbass” bakugo interrupts as he sizes you up and down. You didn’t know exactly what to say, neither did kiri cause he wasn’t paying no mind to the interaction “i’ll just go ask mina for some money..or uhm nevermind i’ll just go see where they are.” you walk away. Is he always this rude to..everyone? you figured he’s only like that when he’s around his friends but you and him aren’t even acquaintances! You look embarrassed walking away like a fucking dork.

since that day on, not only mina but kirishima, denki and sero kept inviting you to their hangouts. But bakugo being the same ol bakugo. always had an attitude when you came around. you figured he didn’t like you so you just stopped trying and eventually started declining their invitations to hangout.

bakugous POV.

i feel like i messed up when we were in the mall. I can’t be talking to her like i talk to my other friends. She’s probably annoyed by my mean banter.. even tho i meant no harm. She walked off before i could give her the money for it.

She’s something different, i never felt this mixed about girl in my entire life. She doesn’t swarm around me and foam at the mouth like everyone else, she knows her worth and i like that. But then that means she doesn’t need me, i can’t believe i fucking scared her off. I figured my attitude was the reason why she stopped coming around..but that’s not stopping me. i want her still and i know i’ll get her one of these days.

narrators POV.

it’s been weeks since you last hung out with them. There’s no bad blood you just don’t wanna be around someone who’s bothered by you just being there. Yeah it hurt you a bit but you kept quiet as usual..that’s why you couldn’t tell him how much you’ve liked him. There’s been times where he’d try and talk to you but you just were uninterested..not even nervous just uninterested. Only giving him half assed replies, fake smiles and nervous laughs before departing ways and minding your business. What’s up with him?

may 24th. last day of school and summer was finally herez You’re infront of the school pickup line waiting for your parent to come pick you up. Seeing their car pull up to you— before you could never open the door mina comes up to you. “HEY!! y/n can i ask you something real quick?”

“yeah..” you reply, suspicious. “do you like bakugo? cause he likes you..like a lot— LIKEE reall BAD-“

“no.” i interrupted her. “well not anymore, i thought he didn’t like me so i kinda just lost interest and moved on.” i added before opening the car door

“oh..” mina says shocked and suprised “ok..i’ll tell him that! bye y/n!” and your car drove off as you put the seatbelt on. You didn’t even bother to look back. But bakugo wish he could’ve, his fave was blank and he seemed like he didn’t care but he was mad at himself and disappointed inside when mina told him.

[averagetmntfan]

a special thank you to my moots.

(TW: suicidal thoughts, ig?)

ahem- so as I have mentioned, today is my 1 year old this platform! I honestly cant believe it’s been this..long? A lot has happened, too. And honestly for the longest time, it wasn’t going well. Like- at all.

(rant continues under the cut:)

I’m don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. Im doing much better than before, so it’s really not a big deal anymore. I’m just giving some brief context for my 2023- early 2024 school year.

so, I made this blog a couple days before the whole situation went down. Which I think I briefly mentioned on here.

so for a bit, I had felt very uh- isolated in my friend group. I had kinda always been the odd one out. We had different interests. Their sort of fun was hangin’ out, gossiping and what not. And I was into cartoons, and art. I never really told them, though. There were sorta judgy, and I was very insecure. Because they make fun of people. And I didn’t wanna end up by myself.

But anyways- usually, they’d all leave. And tell me to watch their stuff. And since I’m sort of a pushover irl, I didn’t really argue about it. But when I say all of them leave-? I meant all of them. All 4 of em. And it often did upset me.

also they’d talk to people I didn’t even know- which, okay yeah- but I couldn’t talk to them. I didn’t wanna get dirty looks. I’m not a very outgoing person. I like to think I keep to myself often.

So, Halloween comes around. And this stuff doesn’t end. And for a bit more context, one of my friends was getting super annoying by me. And I’m pretty sure she didn’t like me, like- at all. She easily got annoyed at me. And only me.

so she went to the Halloween dance- last block of the day

blah blah skip to after school and I text the group- “where are u guys?” None of them respond. So I search a lil bit, then head outside. Where- guess what? All of them were.

I asked “Why didn’t you answer the text?”

and my friends that gets annoyed at my easily said a snarky “my phone was off.” And was generally just being fucking bitch. And I use to be a big crybaby and stuff- and eventually grew out of it. But this- this sentence really upset me. I stormed off, avoiding all of them.

eventually I got on my bus and- well. Uh. Let my feelings out, if you will. I remember it very cleary, too. It was one of the most tears I had shed in a long time.

I get home, and the girl texts the gc, clamming I stormed off for “no reason” and I had enough. Saying smth “I obviously didnt storm off for no fucking reason”

a bit more of arguing keeps going, and a lot more sobs. It was one of the worst days I had ever had.

a few more days go by, and the situation gets worse. I avoid all of them, and hung out w/ a diff friend. I ranted/vent to her, telling her my friend was a Hippocrate for complaining about our other friends leaving, even tho she did the EXACT same fucking thing.

Which, was talking shit. So that wasn’t great and rlly bad of me. And I guess karma hit hard bc she texted me after school, saying I was talking shit abt her. Bc my friend was friends with her friends. So..awkward..

and really- the next day, it was over. I was free. But at what cost, really? I lost all my friends. Became an outcast, really. It was pathetic, now that I think about it.

for the rest of the year, I rarely spoke to them. And never talked to the other girl.

I spent most my time in the library, reading. And skipping out on eating. I was so unhappy. I don’t wanna say depressed but- very close.

it really made me hate who I was. It made me feel like a terrible person.

And that’s when I really did start using Tumblr more. It was sort of an escape, of mine. And god, I’m so glad I set up and account. I Met do many amazing and unique people one here.

This is sort of corny but, I really think this has helped me through a lot. Since a few months early I lost my privileges to tik tok, and discord. Which, yeah. Sucked.

but so many things had happened-! Joined a rp group, met a new online friend (which we are now very very close<3), found out about a LOT of facts, found other people who shared my interests!

so here we are, one year later.

it was really something. I’ve met so many wonderful people on here, man. Especially my moots. You guys know who you are. I’m not gonna tag you guys, but I’ll do a quick smth smth ig

FIRST OF- my first closest moots-!! Ghosty, cookie, Sleepy, Ally, And my Pooks, Ari. So many awesome things happened with these guys. A lot of funny moments, too. Lmao.

AND ALL MY RAMSHACKLE PEEPS- dew, anomaly, Schnozz, reboot, Bailey, lilac,- you guys are literally AWESOME UGH- I seriously enjoy every interaction I have with you guys. It genuinely makes me so happy

sorry this is super corny and stuff, I really wanted to make something meaningful for this. Thank you guys for being so amazing.<3

— jj

[my-castles-crumbling]

SO cas…

how do u know if someone’s in love with you? 

I’m terrible at reading people- always have been. But I think someone I know might be interested in me. I’m really not sure tho.

She’s been in my eng lit class since sixth form begun (i’m in yr13, so it’s been just over a year) and she was sorta my enemy. We would disagree on the books, our opinions of the characters and we’d get into semi arguments over what we thought in the middle of class (which my teachers luckily didn’t mind cause he’s cool). And we were competing for best grades.

We slowly became friends through our weird competitiveness, and after a few months we were something more than enemies. She invited me to her new year’s party (weird to think it’s kinda nearly 2025 now), I went and we hung out there even tho it was a big thing and a bunch of ppl were there, and then after that we were more like frenemies. 

She’s kind of popular and i’m not, and my friends have been teasing me since we started hanging out more that i have a crush on her and we’re gonna start dating, you know the gist.

But I don’t even know if shes into girls. 

And I don’t know how I feel about her, I haven’t let myself think about that, I was just enjoying being her friend.

Anyway, we got closer over the spring term and then when we had mocks I had a panic attack, and she really helped me.

And then we hung out over the summer a lot.

More than I usually do with one person, I tend to have a limit with people and then I just can’t socialise anymore, but it’s not so much there with her. 

Anyway, since we got back to skl she’s been really touchy, I don’t normally like touch but when she’s doing it, it makes me feel a little warm. 

And now she’s sat with me in eng lit, she keeps nudging my arm and resting her head on my shoulder, and last week she looked up at me through her eyelashes, blinked and then asked me to please let her doodle on my hand.

I always let her do that, I like the sensation, and I was just joking around saying no, and she knew that, but like, my friend teased me about it and he said that he’d never heard her say please before.

I rolled my eyes but in hindsight I realised that’s sort of true. She’s polite to people, but she sort of has this air of “i’m perfect” around her that means she doesn’t remember to use manners, I don’t think it’s on purpose, she’s unlearning a lot from her parents, but I realised that i’d never noticed this cause she does use manners AROUND ME.

I don’t know what that means.

Also I think my entire eng class ships us now ngl. They literally are so invested. So’s my eng teacher. He’s gay and he keeps laughing behind his hand when the class makes jokes about us (they’re nice jokes dw).

Anyway, that most of it I think. 

I can’t tell if she’s just going along with the joke cause she’s popular and she’s often said she combats rumours abt her dating boys by just letting people take abt it and move on… or if maybe she likes me? 

I don’t have any real reason to think she actually likes me. Except this one thing. 

I broke a bracelet over the summer from my sister that I love… I have a lot of problems with jewellery, I love them but only very specific things. I hate bracelets I can’t take off quickly in case I suddenly get the urge to have nothing touching my skin. And my sister had gotten me this bracelet with tiny beads (I hate bracelets with beads cause they’re big and press into my wrist weirdly) with a material i actually liked and I fell in love with it and wore it everyday. 

And it broke.

And I couldn’t get a replacement cause she got it like four years ago and the brand was a little business in a country we went on holiday to back then.

And literally, when i told her it broke, she learnt how to make bracelets, bought these fiddly things that get tiny beads onto string, found and bought the exact string I liked, learnt how to tie it to make those, you pull and it loses, you pull the string to tighten it (like anklets) tie, and took the beads i’d collected from the pavement when it broke and kept in a little bowl sadly, and remade the bracelet. 

She remade my bracelet. 

I’d tried, to figure out how I was gonna remake it, but I couldn’t figure it out and it was so fiddly and confusing and she just- did it.

I don’t wanna assume she wouldn’t do that for a friend but- surely that’s a little clue right? That maybe she likes me as more than a friend.

Plus she’s not super touchy. Just with me. And she does like to make things for people but not like that, not from scratch.

Anyway i’m gonna stop now just- yeah help meeee?????? thxxxxxxxxxxx 💕

Hi!

I'm going to be so honest and say I'm terrible at this stuff. But it's obvious that she cares very deeply for you.

My question is, is she very touchy when you're alone? Because you said sometimes she plays things up to combat rumors, but what about when nobody is around? And like...how is she touchy? I feel like I'll lean against my friends and stuff, but I don't really hold their hands or stare into their eyes. So yeah, what does she do when you're alone?

Naming you enemies anon

[winterwump]

Hi may i request gun smut? Maybe the scenario can be like, both of us are Yakuzas and we are in Japan, we hate each other sm however we end up on the same bed 🫦 love your writing <3

Tension - Gun x F!Reader

Author’s Notes: Thanks so much for requesting this Anon. I played it kind of fast and loose with smut. It’s definitely still smutty tho so don’t worry lol. This is a long one too so have fun with that. Sorry it took forever and a goddamned day to get this out, I swear that life hates me lol😝

Content Tags: Teasing, Fingering, and Enemies into Lovers (if you squint)

Word Count: 1.7k

It was the night before the month-long Yakuza summit, and you were beyond miserable. But you didn't start off like that by any means. You were excited about the summit, you got more money, the food was free and endless, and you weren’t expected to talk to anyone aside from the foot soldiers. It's not that you were underpaid, malnourished, or a complete introvert. You just like that the summit made everything easier for everyone regardless of rank, and you happened to be ranked rather high. And even with your ranking, your job had been simplified to ‘Stand still and look menacing. Wait for a fight’. And that was fine by you.

It was until you were informed by the Big Boss himself that there was a change in plans and that you were to closely accompany his son to the provided room and board…and stay with him for the duration of the summit. Now that wouldn’t be a huge problem in itself if the Boss’ son wasn’t well…himself. It’s not that you disliked Gun. Okay, that was a lie, you really couldn’t stand him in all honesty. He was a standoff-ish, money-hungry, sadistic pervert as far as you were concerned, and you spared no expense in telling about himself. But orders are orders, and you were pretty sure that Gun was also miserable with his placement as well.

It felt like you were on autopilot all day on the way to the summit location. The travel for the two of you went smoothly enough, but that was only because you two had an unspoken mutual agreement to not talk the entire way there. Which was mostly adhered to, except for when Gun got a call from Goo - his “friend who isn’t his friend but they do friend things” :

“Heyyy how’s the summit?!” - Rang Goo’s voice as soon as Gun picked up.

“I told you it’s not happening until tomorrow. Do you have a listening problem?” - Gun pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh yeaaa…whatever!! So is Y/N really your chaperone for the summit?!” - You tried not to roll your eyes at Goo’s attempt at whispering your name despite being on speaker.

“I’m hanging up now.” - Gun’s voice was heavy with exasperation.

“No wait!! Is she? cuz that’s fucking hilar-” and Gun ended the call with a huff.

And that was that. It was nightfall by the time you two actually made it to the room, and you were beyond ready to sleep. As per your job, you went in first to inspect the room and you weren’t surprised by the luxurious state of it, but you were surprised (if not struck with a wave of annoyance) by the single king-sized bed smack dab in the middle of the room. Your mouth hung open in a comical display of disbelief, but that was cut short by Gun all but pushing you out of the doorway to get in. Ugh…

“Close the door. And don’t give me any shit about the room tonight.” - Came Gun’s voice as he made his way to the dresser, setting his bag down. Of course, it was a designer brand…

“You think I like this setup either?!” - You ask with some bite to your voice as you slammed the door closed. Your annoyance was starting to rear its head.

With his belongings settled, Gun made himself busy with a new cigarette. You could’ve sworn it was his 10th one today…

“Ughh will you put that out? You can smoke in the morning. You need to be well-rested for the summit!” - You say, sauntering towards him with your hand held out. Your motion was something akin to what a teacher does when a student is chewing gum in class. The look he gave you in response said it all…

Yeaaaa that didn’t work out, and one verbal altercation later, the room reeks of ‘high-quality’ cigarettes. You decided to yield and let him smoke himself to sleep because you knew that you’d go to jail if he caught an attitude with you again. You knew that feeling went both ways at least.

Both of you were stalling. You both busied yourself with baths (separately) and once that was over, Gun busied himself with a nighttime skin routine that you didn’t know he had. And you busied yourself with checking all of your weaponry. Both doing everything but getting in that bed. But fuck, both of you were tired.

To your surprise, Gun caved first and got in the bed. Well, it wouldn’t be caving if he did it without acknowledging the awkwardness in the air? Either way, you’re no bitch, you’re not gonna let him just have the bed to himself. So in your spite-fueled pep talk, you plop yourself down on the opposite side of the bed.

“You stay on your side, and I stay on mine. Got it?!” - You said with a venom-laced huff. God, the bed felt like heaven.

Gun let out a pained groan - “Jesus, you got it. Would you ease up though? I’m not going to touch you.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you know better than that.” - Your tone was playful, but still had a spiteful edge.

“I should be saying that to you don’t you think? You can touch me. Wouldn’t want to lose your job, now wouldn’t yo-“

His words were cut off by the swift motion of you pinning him down onto the bed's plush surface. It was not the first time you had him pinned, but doing it sparsely dressed was a first. You wouldn’t let that detail sink, because even though the room was dark, you could tell he had a shit-eating grin.

“I hit a nerve. Cute. Now get off me before we do something we’ll regret” - The grin was still there.

“Something we’ll regret? You wanted something to happen didn’t you?!” - You half-whispered. 

“Something like that…”

You had Gun’s lower half trapped between your legs, and your ass rested against his pelvis. Of course, something was bound to happen. So you decided to let it happen. What could go wrong? You leaned down face to face with Gun, grinding yourself down on him:

“Let’s rack up some regrets then” 

That was all Gun needed to hear because before you could really register what was happening, it was you who was pinned to the mattress. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you felt his tongue travel up the side of your neck. Just his breathing alone was getting you wet and tingly. The heat was already beginning to be too much.

“Already wet for me?” - Such an obvious question, but it was one meant to get you even more flustered. 

Deciding that you wouldn’t let him get the best of you, for now at least, you responded with a kiss. A fervent and passionate kiss. One that you hoped would shut Gun up, but you were wrong:

“I’ll take that as a yes” - He said in between kisses.

Despite Gun’s few words, they were getting you wetter and wetter. You didn’t respond verbally - but Gun knew how much he was affecting you, and he felt it too. The grinding of bodies would soon not be enough for either of you so you weren't too surprised when Gun hoisted both your legs up in a hurried manner, taking your panties off along with that motion.

The room was so dark that parts of Gun’s face were obscured, but you wanted him to look at you, so badly. It was killing you not knowing what his expression was, so when he leaned down to whisper in your ear:

“I’m about to get you off.” - You knew what that meant. How could you not?

A grin was plastered on your face as he brought his hand between your legs, you hoped that the teasing wouldn't go for too long, you were too wound up. But you couldn’t help but feel that his teasing was not without reason, but all you could do is trust that he knew how much you wanted to let go of the tension that was coiled so tightly inside of you

After properly getting his fingers lubricated from your generous flow of liquids, Gun slides two fingers inside of you. The intrusion was a welcome one and thus didn’t cause any pain, it instead left you with waves of pleasure as he began massaging your inner walls at a languid pace. You could feel your breath quickening and your heart beginning to race. You wanted Gun. For the first time, you felt like you could actually tolerate - no, like him. But that could just be your pussy talking. You wouldn’t know…

His fingers began moving at a faster pace inside of you the feeling left you spasming inside and out. With every one of his movements, the pressure kept building, and Gun was taking far too much pleasure in your unravelling. You bit your lower lip and let your head hang down as you focused on the feeling. You started moaning a little and, unable to control yourself, you let out a soft whimper. He was definitely playing with you right now - he was always playing with you and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

You began moaning louder and louder. Your body began to shake as your hips rocked and a rush of wetness began to soak the sheets below you, as well as Gun’s hand and forearm. You never knew you could squirt, but here you are. He was manipulating your pleasure and, for once, you didn’t mind at all.

“Ah!” - You felt your body explode and, within a few seconds, you were coming hard. As your orgasm took over, you let out a rather loud sobbing breath. Your body was still shaking and you found yourself not caring if Gun, or anyone for that matter, heard cry out in ecstasy. But when your orgasm finally lulled and your head stopped swimming, you heard yourself whine at the newfound emptiness you were feeling.

Gun had taken his fingers out, and you were crushed. But seemed as if he was elated if not extremely amused by the show you put on for him. In an attempt to soothe your growing concern, Gun simply encapsulated you in his arms. You never thought you would be in this position, but damn did it feel nice.

“We got the rest of the month to keep racking up regrets, Y/N” - He whispered - “Next time it won’t be my fingers”.

Hope y’all enjoyed this one. BYE!!!

[besthimbomachine]

my love when it counted. 08

summary: After New Year Dash, Kenny goes to the NJPW staff party, the same one Mercedes was taking you to as her guest. The night starts of well enough only for his fears and anxieties to come crashing back into him when he spots Will Ospreay flirting with you. Though, not all things are as they seem and the night still had more in store for him. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 8441 warning: surprisingly very little angst in this one, just some from a distance, now we got the heavy drinking tag again tho so, last one was exactly 8440 words this one is 8441 words, couldn't do that if I planned it. anyways, we got a long but chill chapter today, just a little angst but nothing compared to the drama of last chapter. Also, Mercedes and Okada getting soeaking cameos. And Ospreay once again getting a non speaking cameo, just in time for the announcement of Ospreay vs Omega for Forbidden Door. I'm scared of that match, not gonna lie. but yeah, here you have it, next one will finally have smut again, we are on the countdown to the end now only 2 or 3 more chapters

08.

“You know,” Mercedes’ voice filled the space in the backseat of the cab you were sharing, its soft smoothness tainted by a hint of malice, “I didn’t think you and Kenny were friends.”

“What? I told you he apologized,” you paused, looking at her with your brows furrowed in confusion. “Like, properly this time. I even told you we came together on the plane.”

“Yeah, but when you said friends, I thought more like colleagues. Like your friends’ friend that you spend time with every now and again. Not friends in like going to take care of him after a match,” she looked at you with questioning eyes, teasing tone coming through her words.

“Come on,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you relaxed against the car seat, “you really hung up on that?”

“Oh, don’t you start,” Mercedes snickered, from the corner of your eyes you could see her shaking her head at you. “What? Like a month ago you hated the guy. Now he added you to the backstage list, you were worrying about his injuries. You almost missed the main event match ‘cause you were helping him.”

You sighed, leaning on the armrest on the door as you looked back to her. She had pestered you about this the day before, both when you went out for lunch, and at night when you went together to New Years Dash. You had somehow managed to weasel your way out of the conversation those times, giving half answers or just finding ways to distract her somehow. However, she clearly wasn’t going to drop it so fast, sooner or later you wouldn’t be able to run.

“Listen, Kenny wasn’t all bad before, it’s just, over time, the bad overwhelmed the good. But now he isn’t that. He really seems better. Besides, yeah, I’m worried. He seemed so apprehensive about returning from his injuries back on the plane. And I know how that feels all too well, you saw how bad it was for me,” you paused, watching her expression drop at the mention of your past injury. You looked away from her for a second before looking back, voice quiet as you spoke again. “The old version of him wouldn’t have been that honest.”

There was a long second of silence between you before she spoke again. You weren’t trying to bring the mood down, but you had to find something to satisfy her curiosity and not prolong the conversation at the same time. You wouldn’t lie to her, and it was true that you had really been giving a chance to this friendship with Kenny. He seemed to have changed enough to have earned that chance. From what you had seen, you were liking this new version of him. But you’d never get caught using those exact words in front of her. She’d never drop it.

Though, you knew exactly what she truly wanted to hear from you. She wanted you to admit your physical attraction to Kenny. You were almost sure she could smell it on your skin, like some sort of predator. But she wasn’t wrong, now without the burning hatred clouding your view you couldn’t deny how Kenny had managed to get more handsome over time. But if she caught you saying this, the conversation would never end. And you had no time to deal with that right now, especially since you were on your way to a party Kenny himself would be at.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, pulling you away from your thoughts, your eyes leaving the window to meet hers, “that does sound kinda different from the ‘uncaring self obsessed egotistical asshole’ you described before,” Mercedes chuckled at the end of her words, sound muffled as she pushed her mouth in a thin line, eyebrows raised as she looked at you.

“Believe me, I know,” you say in between your own small laughs, raising your eyebrows back at her and shrugging. “So, maybe I can be friends with this version of him.”

“Or,” she began, dragging on the word, and you already knew what was coming after,  “maybe you can be more. I know you,” she punctuated her words by shaking your shoulder, and you refused to look in her direction, opting instead to check the notifications on your phone. “I know your type in men is dumb and blonde. And Kenny can dye that hair all he wants, but we know the truth.”

You laugh at her words, shaking your head as you look through the messages. When you look back, she has one eyebrow raised, staring at you as if defying you to say anything. You wish you could, you really did, but she was right about that. Instead, you opt to just stare her down for a second before responding.

“I was going to argue with you, but I just got a text from Adam Page so,” you trail off your words, raising your hands as you drop your head to the side. “Guilty as charged.”

You both laugh openly together, Mercedes falling to the side, head on your shoulder as she slapped your arm with one hand. It takes a few seconds for you two to recover, breaths short and stomachs hurting as your laughter dies down. She shakes her head and looks in your direction, one hand smoothing her hair as she finally recovers enough to speak.

“You really know how to keep it on brand,” you both laugh again, pausing for a moment as you nod in agreement, you couldn’t deny she was right. “Talking about dumb blondes, what you thought of seeing Okada again?”

“Oh man,” you smile, chest trembling with silent laughter as you lick your lips, “a bottle blond with one brain cell, you know I don’t differentiate between natural blondes and fake ones.”

You both laugh again, voices mixing together. Despite her stubborn pestering, you enjoyed being with Mercedes. You barely had the chance to see each other since you started working at AEW, and you really missed her presence. Talking through messages and over the phone just wasn’t the same thing. In a way, you were glad she had made you come to Wrestle Kingdom, despite how you had sworn to never return to Japan after you left. In the end, things had managed to work themselves out, and the experience ended up being a good one.

It didn’t take much longer for you two to reach your destination, the car dropping you in front of a large bar. The party you were going to was a NJPW staff event, and Mercedes was taking you with her as her guest. Though, she didn’t lose the chance to pester you about how Kenny probably already had your name in the list as his plus one. From the outside, the bar didn’t look all that interesting, but when you stepped in, you were welcomed by a cozy and beautiful space. There were already many people inside, the noise of their voices mingling in the background of the music. Warm lights illuminated the place to complete the atmosphere.

Once you and Mercedes were inside the bar, you two started mingling around. No matter how much you wanted to just beeline to the bar and get your first drink in already, you knew you had to go through this step. Between everyone who wanted to congratulate Mercedes on the arrival and all the old coworkers you hadn’t seen in years wanting to talk to you, this was an inescapable thing. So you just powered through, smiling and trying your best to come off as friendly. It was just when you were closer to your destination that you spotted Kenny. Or more accurately, Mercedes spotted him.

Kenny had been looking to the side, not noticing either of you, until he heard Mercedes calling his name. He turned in your direction with a large smile, blue eyes bright and clear as he called your names back. Even in the low light of the bar, you could still see the dark bruise around his right eye. Though, it did nothing to throw off his look, if anything it added a strange charm to it. One that worked pretty well with the way his loose curls framed his stubbled face and his dark button up hugged his torso and arms. 

He greeted you two with soft compliments and that warm smile, first hugging Mercedes who was closer to his side before moving towards you. There was a moment of hesitation, and you could see the doubt in his ocean eyes as Kenny stood in front of you, arms open but step faltering. In a way you found it endearing, that even though you openly said you wanted to be friends, he was still afraid of stepping into your space too much - despite having carried your drunken ass at the Christmas party.

In a split second decision, you moved forward, making the choice for him. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting his warmth engulf you as you felt his thick arms coming around your back. The smell of his perfume drowned your senses, for the short moment the embrace lasted all you could feel was the scent of moss and rain, with once again that touch of leather. It was something earthy and woody that felt surprisingly welcoming. It still felt weird for you to think that about a month back you were weary just to be around him, and now here you were, hugging him and feeling strangely safe in his presence.

The moment was short lived, though, and pretty soon his warm embrace was gone. For a little while, the three of you made small talk, chatting about the previous matches and how Mercedes was feeling about coming to New Japan. You talked about seeing old friends, making new ones, and going to Tokyo Dome again after so long. Soon, however, she excused herself, saying she was going to get your drinks, and asking you to find a table before leaving you alone with Kenny. It seemed genuine enough, but in the back of your mind you had the sinking feeling that it wasn’t.

“So, how you holding up after yesterday’s match?” You asked him, trying to fill the space, so you wouldn’t think about whatever machinations your friend may or may not have in mind.

“Eh, good enough, I’ve been worse,” he answers with a smile and a shrug. “Told you I wasn’t rusty enough to let some sidekicks do me in.”

“Kenny,” you almost sneer, shaking your head at his insistence on this drama. “I told you I never thought that,” the words escape your lips in a sigh, and he laughs, the sound somehow bringing a smile to your lips. “And is that still hurting?” You ask, pointing in the direction of his bruised eye.

When you bring up that question, Kenny feels a certain self consciousness rising through his mind. He was hoping the ugly bruise would have gotten lighter by now, but despite not being black anymore, it was still a dark purplish-blue that bothered him. Giving you a sheepish smile, he touched his fingers lightly to the edges of the bruise, still feeling a light sting at the contact. If given a choice, he’d rather you were seeing him in better shape, but it wasn’t really his choice.

“Not really, I mean, it only hurts if I touch it. Though, I know it’s still looking pretty damn ugly,” Kenny says with a shrug, trying to pretend the bruise wasn’t a constant reminder of how he felt like his body was now taking longer and longer to heal.

“Nah,” you roll your eyes and wave him off, “I just wanted to check if it was healing ok. And if it’s any consolation to you, I think you are rocking that black eye pretty well.”

The words roll out of your tongue with an easy smile, it’s beautiful and warm, and it has Kenny frozen for a moment there. He wasn’t expecting the open compliment, but you state it so confidently that he has no option but to believe your words. If only you knew the way they warmed his chest, chasing his fears like dawn chases darkness. It takes half a second for him to remember how to breathe, but when he does, his smile grows larger and brighter. 

“Oh, thanks,” he almost stutters, chuckling to try and hide his surprise. “I’ll take that victory, because I can’t tell you how many times I accidentally touched it. Sleeping has been hard.”

“Shit, hope it’s back to normal soon,” you comment, your smile faltering for a moment before it returns to your face. “Anyway, gotta go find a table before someone gets angry at me. See ya around.”

“See you,” he replied as you started to turn around, eyes taking in your beauty before you disappeared in the midst of the people. His mind losing itself in the memory of your warmth as his gaze followed your form, only returning to reality when a familiar voice came from behind him.

“Are you two so close now that I heard her giving compliments to you now?” Okada asked with a teasing tone as Kenny turned around to face him. 

Shit, he could only imagine how long he had been staring - and how long Okada had been standing there. It was just his damn luck, really. The man had been teasing Kenny about you since the day before Wrestle Kingdom. The day Okada saw you back in Japan for the first time, and the one he learned you were in his backstage list. Kenny hadn’t really known peace since then, with Okada teasing him both after Wrestle Kingdom and during New Years Dash. He had forgotten how surprisingly good the guy could be at reading people, and he was spot on in his readings of Kenny.

“Come on, it’s not that big a thing,” Kenny rolled his eyes, laughing at the end of his words to try and throw off his friend’s comment.

“She was complimenting your fucking black eye,” Okada said under his breath, laughing as he elbowed Kenny in the arm for emphasis. “I don’t know,” he let himself trail off, raising his eyebrows and shrugging.

“Don’t start, it’s not like that,” Kenny snickered, feeling Okada’s eyes burning holes into him.

“Really, Kenny? Aren’t you even a little bit still into her?” Okada almost muttered his question, leaning closer to Kenny, he felt like he was being trapped, the smile on his friend’s face seeming almost menacing. “‘Cause I remember how wrecked that break up left you,” Okada finished before leaning away again. In return, Kenny only laughed, shaking his head and hoping he didn’t sound as anxious as he felt.  

“You are seeing things, man,” Kenny replied with a stifled laugh, lying through his teeth as he looked straight into Okada’s eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t see past the lie.

“Oh, come on, it would be very understandable. She has been looking pretty good recently,” Okada said with a laugh, shrugging as he watched Kenny’s brows furrowing. “And you really liked her back then, I know that,” he added, smiling in a way that seemed strangely malicious.

It wasn’t surprising, but it sure was worrying that Okada could see right through him. Sure, no matter what, Kenny wouldn’t just up and say the man was right. But just knowing at least one person could read him like this had a shiver running up his spine. Looking away from Okada Kenny rolled his eyes again, grunting as he tried to pull himself together and hold his ground.

“Yeah, I did, and I fucked up, and now I’m glad she accepted my apology,” Kenny paused, trying not to sound too exasperated as he talked. “I’m just happy she even considered letting me still be her friend, ok. There is nothing more,” Kenny finished his sentence with a shake of his head, lie almost getting stuck in his throat. His words were met with silence for a long moment, Okada’s judging eyes feeling like they were staring into Kenny’s soul.

“Sure, sure, just messing with you,” Okada responded in a playful tone, smile seeming more genuine now as he gave Kenny a pat on the shoulder. “You are getting a bit red, though.” 

Okada laughed as Kenny just stared back at him for a moment before laughing himself too, shaking his head as he muttered a fuck you to his friend. After this, though, the man dropped the matter entirely, and Kenny couldn’t be more glad. Hopefully, now, he could go back to burying these feelings and pretending they were there for the rest of the night. God only knew he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the party otherwise. In the end, Okada and Kenny still talked for a while, staying in the same place for a bit before going their separate ways once more.

The party had been going for a while when Kenny found himself alone again. He had been moving through different groups, talking to multiple people - and sometimes finding you and Mercedes again along the way. But the person who had been around him most of the time, somewhat surprisingly, had been Okada. But now he’d lost the guy somewhere along the way, so Kenny just decided to go get himself something to drink. It was good to be back in Japan, to see people he hadn't seen in a while, but he still needed to take a bit of a break from socializing so much.

Kenny had been hoping for a peaceful moment to recharge from the constant movement of the party, but luck wasn’t on his side. On the way to the bar, he had noticed Mercedes alone with another group of people, and he couldn’t help but wonder where you were - you two had been together the whole night. It didn’t take long for him to get his answer, just as he leaned back in the bar counter, a glass soda bottle in hand, he spotted you. But you weren’t alone.

There was almost a sense of déjà vu, like the Christmas party was repeating itself to him. Though, this time, the fire that burned within his mind also felt like it was burning him. Like it was a poisonous gas, corroding his own nerves as the flames raged in his head. In a spot further away from the bar, Kenny saw you, back turned to him as you laughed along the man who stood in front of you. That man being Will Ospreay.

You were close enough so that Kenny could faintly hear the echo of Ospreay’s booming laughter, but too far to hear yours, or anything else. From his sport at the bar, Kenny couldn’t really see your face, you had your back almost completely turned to him. All he could see was the way your body moved as you talked and laughed. On the other hand, he could see Ospreay clearly, see the way his body leaned in towards you and how his eyes were fixed on your form. 

If Kenny thought seeing Adam flirting with you was bad, this was far worse. He could taste his rage like bile on his tongue again, burning as it rose through his throat. The sight of Ospreay’s cocky smile and the way he touched your shoulder, leaning in closer to you, had Kenny almost snarling. He could feel his muscles twitching, fingers wrapping tight around the glass bottle, veins popping on his hands and arms. There was jealousy and rage running through his blood, but the worst part was the silent sting of sorrow piercing through his heart. An icy needle refusing to melt despite the blazing flames.

All the thoughts Kenny had been suppressing were rising rapidly to the surface again. All the doubts and anxieties he felt after his Wrestle Kingdom match coming back to the forefront of his mind. He’d tried to bury them, but there was some cruel force out there that refused to let him have peace. Always bringing him back to that dark place where there was nothing but his fears. Nothing but the constant ticking of the clock taunting him about the things he had lost, and the ones he would still lose.

From far away, Kenny watched you laugh again at something Ospreay said, pain rising through his chest. Looking at the slight sway of your hands, he could tell you were probably drunk, and it had him worried. Though, he could also see that you were probably not drunk enough to warrant so much worry. He knew he was just trying to find a way to rationalize his jealousy, to justify the burning rage spreading through his mind. And he knew he shouldn’t feed into that. 

Kenny knew had no reason to be jealous, that he had to keep himself in control. The last thing he wanted to do was endanger the connection he had finally managed to build with you. He shouldn’t be behaving like this, he shouldn’t let his mind fall back into old habits he knew were far from good. Least he goes back to the person he was before - and god only knew he really didn’t want that. So he got up, tearing his eyes away from the scene, leaving to try and keep himself busy enough, so his eyes wouldn’t find you anymore.

When you finally managed to break away from Ospreay’s relentless flirting, you made a beeline straight to the bar. Leaving when the guy headed to the bathroom maybe wasn’t the most elegant thing you could have done, but you were way beyond that now. You felt like a wild animal, willing to gnaw at your own leg to get out of a trap. Looking at your phone, you saw that you had probably only spent about an hour with him, but it sure felt like a goddamn eternity. Now you could only hope the insistent bastard wouldn’t come after you.

The minute you got your order, you almost downed half of the drink, the heavy alcohol burning down your throat and clouding your mind even more. Sure, you were already drunk, but there was something almost sobering about having to listen to a man with an ego bigger than his head talking for so long. Besides, if the bastard came after you now, you’d probably be drunk enough to just be straight up cruel to him. Maybe then he’d let you be. Desperate times truly do call for desperate actions.

Shaking your head, you got up from your seat, feeling the so familiar effects of alcohol on your coordination. That really was the first thing to go whenever you got drunk. Ironic, seeing as your whole life was spent relying on exactly that, so you wouldn’t die when jumping off the top rope. When you found your footing you started moving, better not to stay in one place right now. Looking around the party, you tried to spot Mercedes, but she had somehow managed to go missing. Fucking perfect timing she had. 

You walked around still, drink in hand, as you threaded through the people with about as much grace as you could muster. It wasn’t much, but by this point most of the people around were too drunk to care. You made your way to the opposite corner of the long bar counter, and still no sight of Mercedes. Just as you were about to go look for her in the back tables, someone brushed their shoulder into you, making you stumble to the side. Your free hand looked for something to hold onto as your hazy mind prepared for a fall that never came. Instead, you felt a strong hand hold onto your side, its warm touch keeping you in place. For a second, you almost panicked, before you heard a familiar voice.

“Easy there,” Kenny’s smooth tone rang soft into your ear, feeling so close behind you that it had your heart leaping in surprise, body frozen for a moment as you heard your name spilling from his lips.

You feel his large palm move from your side to the middle of your back, its warmth spreading through the fabric of your clothes and onto your skin. You instinctively latch onto his arm, stabilizing yourself as your hand wraps around his thick bicep. Kenny finally comes up from behind you, broad frame appearing by your side through the corner of your vision. When you turn your head to the side, the first thing that greets you are those beautiful ocean eyes, their soft blue brighter than every light around. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but for a second you almost feel you could get lost in them, lost in the warm smile he gives you and the way his whole face lights up with it.

“Hope we aren’t having a Christmas party situation again?” Kenny asks with a laugh, but you can feel the legitimate concern in his voice, see the way it reflects in his gaze.

“No,” you respond softly, shaking your head as you try to gather your thoughts and escape the pull of his eyes. “No, no, I’m definitely not as bad as that day, trust me,” this time you speak in a stronger voice, despite the still present slurring of the words, chuckling as your fingers squeeze his strong bicep.

“You sure?” He asks again.

“I am,” you reassure him, looking into his soft eyes, smile tugging at your lips.

Thankfully, he seems to accept your answer, nodding in agreement  with you. Slowly, you two begin walking again, your arm never leaving Kenny’s bicep as he uses the hand on your back to gently guide you forward. You don’t really know where you are going, but anywhere far from Ospreay was good enough for you. And having Kenny close by was sure to keep that bastard away from you. Now that you weren’t caught in the spell of those blue eyes, you manage to look him over, noticing the large plate with meat skewers he had in his other hand. 

“Are those kushiyaki?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

Kenny laughs as he slows you two down, you can feel the vibrations reverberating from his body into yours. You look around, seeing that he was taking you to a corner booth with a sofa and a table, it’s just distant enough that the music doesn’t sound so loud to your ears anymore. When he comes to a stop, Kenny gestures for you to sit on the sofa with the hand holding the plate, soft eyes locking with yours again.

“I was gonna share these with Okada, but I guess he lost his chance now,” he says, voice warm and welcoming as you feel the rumble of his words spreading through his body.

You hesitate for a second before letting go of Kenny’s arm and following his instructions, sitting down on the soft couch and placing your drink on the table. He follows suit, placing the plate besides your glass before finding a spot besides you. His warmth fills the small corner you were sitting at, his perfume infusing the air as he took his place by your side. For a second, you feel lost in his presence, the smell of him clouding your mind. Or maybe it’s the alcohol, seeing as you could still clearly feel your lightheadedness. Though, Mercedes’ words slipped back into your mind, echoing through your head, before a rumble from your stomach cleans your thoughts.  

“I’m sure Okada can take care of himself,” you snicker, leaning forward to pick up one of the skewers from the plate and biting almost half of the thing off.

Kenny’s laughter sounds from behind you, the shaking of his torso traveling through the small couch. You didn’t even need to look, you could tell he was laughing at just how hungry you seemed. You could remember him laughing like that whenever you’d go grab food after one of your matches. He always found amusement in how voracious an eater you could be and if he hadn’t been treating you so well, you could almost get angry at him. But you’d give him a pass, he’d been nice enough so far to earn it.

“God, you really are hungry,” Kenny laughs out before finally eating a piece of his own skewer, watching as you went to your second one.

“Oh, I’m very hungry,” you shoot back in between bites, pausing only long enough to glance at him.

“Have you gotten anything to eat?” Kenny asks, worry laced in his voice as he leans forward himself, so his gaze can be level with yours.

You turn to the side, suddenly feeling self aware as you are met with the ocean of his eyes, brows furrowed as he studies your face. To your alcohol addled mind, his appearance by your side is almost sudden, as if he hadn’t been on the same couch as you the whole time. But damn, now he seems so close, voice cutting through the buzzing in your head and reaching somewhere deep inside. Shit, you can almost hear Mercedes’ again, bringing your mind back to just how attractive you found his lips and the sound of his voice. Blinking a couple of times, you look back to the plate, laying your empty skewer by the side before picking up a new one.

“Very little, to be honest,” you begin with a shrug, pausing to take a bite of your food as he does the same. “I mean, I was planning on getting something to eat when I was intercepted,” you groan, rolling your eyes and looking back at Kenny. “Honestly, Ospreay is either too annoyingly dense or too much of a stubborn asshole,” you finish your words with a deep sigh, shaking your head before going back to your food.

There is a pause in the air as Kenny takes in what you said. When he first saw Ospreay hitting on you, you seemed fine with it, laughing along with his jokes and what not. It had felt like a jab to his already shaken ego, and for the good of himself - and the newfound peace between you - he just chose to walk away. He found something else to do instead of feeding into his jealousy and insecurities. But the story you were telling now was a different one, and he couldn’t help his curiosity.

“You mean you weren’t,” Kenny paused for a beat, trying to find a way to phrase his question that wouldn’t sound like he was prying too much, “giving him your time willingly?”

“What? No,” you immediately scoffed in between bites, shaking your head as you finished your food before speaking again. “In the beginning I thought his flirting was kinda funny, but it got annoying real fast,” you say with an almost silent chuckle, words slurring together as you speak, when your eyes finally meet his own, he can see irritation written all over them. “I was just being polite, ya know. I wish he could have taken a hint earlier.”

“Really?” Kenny can’t help the question that leaves his lips, and for a second he is glad that you are still clearly drunk, you probably wouldn’t be able to think too much of his clear interest in the topic.

“Yep,” you snicker and nod your head to him, giving out a strange dry laugh as you look away for a moment before letting your gazes meet again. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he was hitting on me to try and get to you. Might have thought I’d be easy since I’m drunk,” you mutter the words in his direction, leaning closer to him, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief. 

“Wait, what?” he almost stutters out the question, feeling tension burst in every muscle on his face, breath leaving his lungs in a heavy pause. If you were right about this, Kenny had good reason to start worrying about how transparent he is. “I mean, that makes no sense, it’s not like we are still together or anything,” the words rush from his mouth as Kenny tries to quickly recover from his breathless pause, hoping the dim light of the bar and your alcohol haze kept any redness in his face imperceptible.

If getting to Kenny through you had been the Ospreay’s plan, then he was pretty damn successful. Or he had been up until now, his plans foiled by your sheer drunken honesty. It was almost funny how you seemed even surprised that Kenny could have thought you’d even give Ospreay the time of the day. Almost as if the idea was impossible - almost as if his fears only really existed in his mind

Still, Kenny could only hope Ospreay had taken a shot in the dark with that idea - and if he was, damn asshole was right on the money. But what worried him was the chance that this wasn’t just a lucky shot. That Kenny hadn’t been quite as good at hiding how he felt as he thought he was. And that maybe you’d catch up to him sooner or later, and he’d be left without even your presence around.

“Yeah,” you respond plainly, your calm voice breaking Kenny away from the whirlwind of his thoughts, “but I’m still your ex, a lotta people would think it should still make you angry that he is trying. Kinda like, encroaching on old property,” you look at him with soft eyes shining in the dim bar, words coming out slow and slurred in a way that Kenny even finds cute.

He hadn’t thought of it like that, and it’s actually kind of a relief, despite being a stupid line of thought. But you were probably right - and Kenny was clinging almost desperately to that belief, even though he sort of felt like shit for that. If this was Ospreay’s idea, then he was treating you as little more than a tool, a disrespectful ploy that quickly saw the previous burn of Kenny’s jealousy being replaced by that of anger.

“That sounds ridiculous. And a fucking childish move,” he spat out, trying not to let his emotions show through his voice.

“Tell me about it,” you scoffed, chuckling as you slapped his shoulder playfully. “Tho, he was shit outta luck. I may be drunk enough to not really remember much tomorrow. But I’d need to be a lot drunker to fall for the bullshit of a guy that looks like he still needs his momma to tuck him in at night,” you slur out the words with a small laugh that sounds warm and real, body leaning to his side as your face scrunches in a way that has Kenny smiling from ear to ear.

“Good to see you can still take care of yourself,” he laughs along with you, the soft sound of your chuckles mixing with his low laughter. It sounded right to his ears, an easy symphony of spontaneous joy that made his heart flutter.

“Hey,” you drag on the word, slurring heavily as you try your best to give him a menacing look, though Kenny just laughs more. “What do you think I am?”

“Come on,” he pleads, stifling his laughter as you almost pout in his direction. “I’m just looking out for your drunk ass,” Kenny says as softly as he can, chuckling when you scoff at his words.

“Thank you for the worry, but I’m not that bad. I’m not even drunk enough to dismiss that annoying accent of his,” you groan out, rolling your eyes at the mention of Ospreay’s very British accent.

“What, mate, you mean you don’t like his accent, bruv?” Kenny says in his best imitation of Ospreay. 

“Stop, that’s torture,” you almost cry out, closing your eyes as you rub your temples, Kenny laughing as you take a deep breath, your gorgeous eyes finding him again. “He is really lucky I was just drunk enough to be patient, otherwise I’d have said something so terrible to him, he’d be crying right now.”

Kenny laughs, throwing his head back at just how irritated you seemed to be. Yeah, he couldn’t blame you, Ospreay was already insufferable, and his accent didn’t help it. Knowing you now, it was really surprising that you hadn’t just snapped on him. And Kenny couldn’t deny that he’d pay to see you tear that annoying prick down. When he recomposes himself, coming back to face you again, he already finds your powerful eyes on him, a smile on your face. God, you were just too beautiful.

“Not gonna lie, seeing you snap at him would probably be pretty funny,” he admits, shrugging as he watches you chuckle at his words.

“He’d deserve it too,” you snicker, shaking your head with a grunt. “He was acting like he was such a big guy. Bet he was sure he’d manage to piss you off and get some at the same time,” your voice comes out tainted with disgust, the sneer in it clear despite the slurring of your words.

“Guy had no idea how close to danger he was. If he knew you, he would have known he was biting off way more than he could chew,” Kenny adds with a laugh.

“Man, I really thought that after you mashed his face against that table he’d learned some humility, but he still talks like he is big shit. Despite, you know, eating the Tokyo Dome floor not even three days back,” you sneer again, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t think he is smart enough to learn humility quite so fast,” he responds, watching as you pick up your glass from the table and drinks, eyes following a droplet of your drink that spills past your bottom lip.

“Then he is annoying, self centered and stupid,” you say, slamming the almost empty glass on the table, making Kenny shudder as he realizes he was staring. You turn back to him before speaking again, voice low as you lean closer in. “If this is New Japan’s replacement for you, they really are doing bad.”

For a moment he feels lost in your proximity, eyes still drawn towards your mouth like a moth to a flame. It was like time had slowed, his heart beating loudly in his chests as a fire burnt within him. Breathing hard, Kenny recenters himself with a long exhale, his gaze finding your warm half lidded eyes.

“I’m not so sure,” he says with a short laugh. “That match was harder than I thought it would be, I’m still feeling it. I mean, can’t say he isn’t a good wrestler.”

“You still won, you are a better wrestler,” you respond with intensity, pointing a finger towards him, almost jabbing his chest with it. “Hell, you were a better wrestler when you were his age. At least you are smart, no use being strong and stupid,” you lift your glass again as you speak, taking a moment to finish what was left of your drink. “And you look better too.”

“Man,” Kenny laughs, eyes darting out staring into nothing as he speaks, “I barely even remember what I looked like when I was that age. Ten years feel so fucking distant.”

“I was talking about now, but that too I guess,” you add with a shrug, voice low and warm as Kenny looks back at you.

Despite the casual way with which you say the words, Kenny can’t stop his heart from leaping at the compliment. He chastises himself for reacting so intensely to something so stupid, you seemed so nonchalant that he was pretty sure you didn’t even think about what you said. Hell, you were too drunk to be thinking that much into what you say, so it was stupid for him to do that himself. Still, his heart did not care. Shaking his head, he tries to recompose himself, an anxious laugh leaving his mouth.

“Now, I don’t know if a lot of people would agree with you on that,” Kenny runs a hand through his hair, awkwardly laughing as he shrugs. “I mean, he isn’t even thirty, and I’m pushing forty. I’m already getting old.” 

The minute Kenny finishes the word, he feels your hand pushing his head to the side, fingers digging into his cheek and the side of his face. It wasn’t a slap, most definitely not, you just turned his head to the side with your hand, but it still took him by surprise. When he looks to the side, Kenny can see your judgmental scowl from the corner of his eye. Gently, you pull your hand away, the gesture almost feeling like a caress to his stubbled skin. Kenny turns back to face you just as you lean in closer to him. He can smell your perfume, scent taking a hold of his mind, his eyes lost in the depths of yours.

“Don’t you start, I told you I’m gonna start feeling old myself,” you shake your head as you speak, fitting him with the most menacing gaze your hazy mind could muster.

“You aren’t,” Kenny starts with a soft laugh before you cut him off again.

“Then you aren’t old either. And even if you are a decade older than him, you still won, shame on him for that. He still can’t fill your shoes, he isn’t strong or intelligent enough for that,” you shoot back, words slurring as you speak progressively faster. When you stop for a moment, you take a deep breath, brows furrowed together as your eyes stare into Kenny’s wide ones. “And if you try to debate me on that, I’m gonna stab you with a skewer.”

There is a pause for a moment, you two staring at each other in silence, before Kenny starts laughing. The intensity in your voice somehow chasing his anxieties back into the darker corners of his mind. His heart almost feels lighter, like he was finally breathing freely. He raises his hands to the sides of his head, chuckling as the scowl cleared from your face.

“Okay, okay, you are right, you are correct. I won’t say I’m old anymore, I promise, please don’t stab me,” Kenny can’t help but laugh again as you huff, almost pouting in his direction before mouthing a silent okay. “And thank you.”

“Just telling the truth,” you reply, smile gracing your face again, and it has Kenny’s heart melting. “Besides, you weren’t the one who had to stoop so low as to try and hit on your rival’s ex to get to him. I think he is too dumb to realize that being seen kissing me would only make him look more like a bad copy of you,” you finish with a shrug, laughing softly, the sound feeling so close that it’s almost the only thing he can hear, despite the packed bar.

“Yeah, he was shooting himself in the foot with that one,” Kenny nods in agreement, giving a small laugh as silence falls between you for a beat. “Though, he could still just be doing it for you. I mean, I don’t think anyone can say you aren’t beautiful,” he almost mutters this last part, laughing again to try and hide how he felt, gaze falling away from your powerful eyes, although he can still feel them roaming over his skin.

“Nah, I could tell he was up to something,” you say in a soft voice, lazily shaking your head and laughing along with him. “But believe me, you are great. Way better than Ospreay,” your voice lowers, but remains just as soft and warm as he slowly turns back to look at you again, and, god, you feel almost closer now. “I wouldn’t really mind kissing you.”

You say the words just as his eyes find yours again, trapping him in the undertow of your darkened gaze. The line is an almost whisper, but as all sound seems to vanish around him, it feels clear as day, your voice smooth and inviting - flirtatious, even. The words wash over his body, gripping at his throat, and for a moment, Kenny forgets how to breathe, air being cut from his lungs. There is tension running thick through his blood, making his heart beat erratically, despite your warm smile never faltering. A silence hangs between the two of you, it seems so long to him, even though he knows it’s just a moment.

He tries to convince himself that he shouldn’t think too hard about it. You are drunk, you probably wouldn’t even remember this, you said it yourself. It was the alcohol speaking, clouding your mind and making you do things you wouldn’t while sober. He should disregard this whole thing as a drunken mistake. Still, Kenny’s heart wages a war against his reason. Begging his mind to reconsider, trying to plant a seed of doubt, to nourish a hope he knew he shouldn’t let take root. He begins to laugh, yeah, he’d better ignore this.

“That isn’t happening, you are very drunk,” Kenny says softly, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he laughs openly now, hellbent on forgetting this whole situation.

“Would you kiss me if I wasn’t?” Your question cuts through him, making Kenny open his eyes, finding your gaze burning into him. His heart is raging inside his chest now, and it’s like he can hear his own heavy breathing, every fiber of his body feeling like it’s on fire. But before he can answer, you two hear a loud voice coming from behind him.

“There you are,” Mercedes' tone rings loud, reaching over the music and making you both almost jolt as you turn towards her. “I was looking for you everywhere,” she whined, plopping down on the couch beside you.

“What? You were the one that went missing,” you shot back, furrowing your brows as she pulled you in for a hug.

“Doesn’t matter, the girls are going for a karaoke, come on, we gotta leave,” she spoke in a haste, some of the words slurring together as she released you from her arms just to grab your hand. “You don’t mind if I steal her away from you, do you, Kenny?”

Mercedes was drunk, for sure, but Kenny almost felt some sort of malice coming from those last words. She had turned to him fully now, smiling from ear to ear in a way that made him feel trapped - just like Okada. You had your eyes turned to him too, and he felt like a deer in headlights, trying his best not to show how his heart was racing right now. He was frozen for a split second before finally managing to react, laughing awkwardly at the taunting look in Mercedes eyes.

“Me? Hey, that’s with her,” Kenny replied with a chuckle, gesturing towards you.

“Merce-” you began, turning your face to her before she cut you off.

“Come on, you are coming, babe,” she whined again, pouting as she looked into your eyes before turning to him. “Oh, you wanna come, Kenny?”

“Thanks, but no, I’m good here. Probably gonna call it a night soon, I’ve had enough partying,” Kenny responded with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. To be honest, he’d had more than enough partying.

“Alright then. Bye, Kenny,” Mercedes exclaimed as she got up, pulling you up along with her and moving you both towards the door.

“Well, see you, Kenny,” you said as she started dragging you, shooting him a playful smile that had Kenny’s heart shaking again.

“Take care out there,” he added, worry tainting his voice. No matter what had just happened, seeing you both drunk heading out like that still had him a bit on the edge. Despite knowing that you’d be with a group and that you could take care of yourselves.

“Don’t worry, I’ll personally take care of her,” Mercedes said over her shoulder with a laugh that, once again, felt weirdly malicious.

When Kenny got back to the hotel room from the party, he was exhausted. He’d stayed a bit longer, but the night had truly felt way too long. Your words still echoed in his mind, fueling the raging storm of his heart. You were drunk - he repeated to himself, trying to reason his way out of his messy feelings. He would be better forgetting that whole thing, cause come morning, you wouldn’t remember it as well. Still, his heart yearned.

After a long cold shower, Kenny finally managed to put his feelings in check. Or at least enough so that he could be reasonable again. Sitting on the hotel bed, he checked the hour on his phone, it was already past midnight, a part of him wondered where you were. Beyond everything that had happened, he still worried about you, worried about your safety. With a sigh, he pulled your messages on his phone, wanting to check in on you. For a minute he argued with himself over whether he should send that text, waging a war on his mind before his worries about you won.

Once more sleep avoided Kenny, his mind running a mile a minute leaving him awake for a while before exhaustion started to settle in. He had been watching whatever of interesting he could find on the hotel TV for over an hour by now, trying to silence his anxieties and the constant screaming of his heart. He was almost drifting off to sleep when he heard his phone vibrating on the bedside table. Pulling it up, a part of him hoped to see an answer from you, but instead, it was a message from an unknown number. When he checked the picture, he saw it was Mercedes.

When Kenny went back to look at the message, he noticed that it had an attached picture. He hit the button to download it and went on to read the text itself. ‘She wanted to tell you she was fine, but her phone ran out of battery and now she just dozed off in my room. Honestly Kenny, you act so sweet around her, it's fucking adorable ;)’ As he finally looked at the picture he saw you, wearing an oversized shirt, head buried in one of the pillows on Mercedes’ bed. Despite the teasing tone that Kenny could feel coming even from her message, he couldn’t help but feel the photo warming his anxious heart. Fuck, he really had fallen hard already.

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My Perfect Girl

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: your friends leave you feeling more insecure than you already were, but Ellie comforts you and yells at your dickhead friends

Cw: body insecurity, mentions of feeling/being fat+ugly, troubles eating

You struggled to breathe as you lied in bed curled into a ball, crying your eyes out. Your crying fit had been a result of a rather hurtful conversation with your "friends." Your body faced the wall as tour hands came to cover your face, your palms wetting with tears. Time passed, you didn't know how much, but you'd heard a voice behind you and the bedroom door creaking open.

"Baby? What's going on, what happened?" Ellies voice was laced with concern and worry as she rushed to your side, rubbing your back.

You sniffled as you turned to face her, tears still streaming down your face as you picked up your phone and opened up your grouochat then handing it to her. Your breaths were ragged and quick as you watched her read, hee brows furrowed in worry quickly arched with anger as she did.

Y/n: guys I feel like I look bad today *image attached*

Ryan: wdym

Rosa: yeah u look the same lol

Y/n: idk like I feel ugly and like fat :(

Ryan: I don't see any difference 💀

Rosa: ong you look like u always do

Ryan: yeah ur just being dramatic lmao

Rosa: she probably just wants attention to be really honest

Ryan: omg you're right tho, fishing for compliments haha

Y/n: guys stop I'm not kidding.

Ryan: come on yk were right

Rosa: yeah just calm down bro

Y/n: whatever I'm done talking to you guys.

"What the fuck." Ellie muttered under her breath.

"Ellie, I look terrible and they're just making fun of me." Your bottom lip quivered.

"Baby, you don't. I promise they're just being assholes for no reason." She tried to reassure you, rubbing at your arm up and down.

You turned away from her, facing the wall again as you cried harder. You couldn't believe a word she said, you just felt insecure. It wasn't the first day you've felt like this, but it never got easier. It was days like these where you couldn't even bring yourself to look in the mirror, shower, or take care of yourself in general.

She let out a deep sigh, bringing a hand to rub your back gently, occasionally combing through your hair with her fingers. She looked at your phone again, then stood to leave the room.

"I'm gonna talk to them." She stated before exiting and calling the group.

Your friends picked up and were confused, seeing Ellies face instead of your own. It's not like they didn't recognize your girlfriend, but they wondered why she was the one calling them.

"Oh hey Ellie." Ryan greeted with a smile.

"Hi. So what the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

Rosa laughed a bit, her brows furrowing.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Whyd you guys say that shit to Y/n? Seriously what kind of fucking friends are you?" She asked in return, as if it was obvious.

"Oh come on, she knows we were kidding!" Ryan argued.

"Yeah, she's probably being dramatic anyways." Rosa chimed in.

"I bet you're only asking because she told you to." Ryan spoke smugly.

"Um, no actually I'm asking because clearly she's upset and you guys are just being assholes. And if she knows you were joking why'd I come home to her crying, hm? Terrible fucking jokes by the way." Ellie argued, feeling angrier at your friends poor reactions.

"She was crying? Oh shit, sorry." Suddenly Ryan seemed to feel bad.

"Yeah you fuckin should be, she's probably gonna be worked uo for days now. Great fucking job you two." And with that Ellie hung up, as she couldn't bear to speak to them any longer.

She shut off your phone and set it at the bedside table, sitting down and glancing over at you as you let out a heavy sigh. You silently cursed as your stomach grumbled.

"Babe, you hungry?" Ellie asked, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder.

"No." You lied, shaking your head.

"Ok, well have you eaten today?" She asked, already sure she knew the answer.

"No." You were quiet now, feeling ashamed at your inability to care for yourself, how you know you should be.

"Alright well come on then, let's put something in that belly of yours." She tried to turn you around, take you to the kitchen.

But you wouldn't budge, tears falling from your eyes once again as you shook your head furiously.

"No! I-I'm already fat enough I don't need to eat anymore!" You protested, believing everything you said.

"What? Stop it, that's nonsense and you know it. Come on, just come have something. Please." She frowned as she held your hands in her own, it hurt her to see you so upset.

"I can't." You choked out and she pulled you into a hug.

You immediately leaned into her relaxing touch, wrapping your arms around her back as you nuzzled your head into her shoulder.

"Baby, you can. I know you can, you're stronger than you think. And your body is perfect" She pulled away, holding your face in her hands as she peppered kisses over your face, "I love every part of it, and you. You're amazing and your brain is just lying to you." She reminded you.

"Love you too." You responded, sniffling and leaning your forehead against her own.

You finally followed her to the kitchen, still hesitant but you'd get past that. You sat at the table and watched as she made pasta for the two of you, mainly because she knew it was your comfort food. A smile made its way to your face as she brought over two bowls, giving on to you. Ellie smiled ten times as big as you did, rubbing her thumb over your cheek fondly. It made her happier than anything to see you smiling after you'd had such a tough time that day.

Once you finished eating, Ellie insisted on doing the dishes. You felt bad for not helping out, but she reassured you that she was more than happy to do it herself. She told you to go sit down and pick a movie, and of course you did.

You'd selected something happier, usually you two watched horror together but tonight you just didn't feel like it. You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, a fuzzy blanket engulfing you as you waited for your girlfriend. She was sitting beside you in no time, pulling you into her side. You hummed contently, leaning into her touch with a smile as you leaned your head on her shoulder.

About halfway through the movie, Ellie placed a kiss to your forehead then placed a hand on your chin to make you look at her.

"Is my girl finally feeling better?" She asked.

"Mostly, thank you for helping me." You smiled before leaning in to give her a kiss.

"Of course Baby. You tired yet?" She asked, looking at her watch and noting that it was getting late.

You just nodded before placing your head back on her shoulder and closing your eyes. She chuckled a bit at you, rubbing your side lovingly then letting her head fall against your own as she waited until you fell asleep before carrying you into your shared bedroom. She laid you down then climbed in next to you, pulling you in. You let out a small groan as you hiked your leg over her own, wrapping your arm around her stomach.

A/n: sorry ik it's kinda short! Hope u still liked tho :)))

[issie-https]

Working Mom

Dave Grohl X Reader

A/n: Just a little something while I work on the requests❤️ I recently got into a show called ‘Workin Moms’ on Netflix and I love it! I defo recommend giving it a watch.

Word count: 1091

Warnings: Daddy Grohl(not in a sexual way tho👀), angst, swearing

Masterlist

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“Y/n, wake up," I heard Dave whisper. I woke up and looked at the clock beside me and it read '7:02am'. "I can have five more minutes," I groaned. "You told me to wake you up at seven, it's two past seven," he replied. "Three more minutes then," I yawned. "Y/n. Get. Up." He said, nudging me to the edge of the bed. Then our baby, Alfie, started crying. "Alfie needs boob. I don't have any," he said, kissing my cheek. I groaned loudly and slugged to his room.

He came into Alfie's room mid feed and whistled. "You're so gross," I rolled my eyes and held back a laugh. "Says the one that eats food off her shirt," he replied, standing behind me and massaging my shoulders. "Would you rather me waste it or drop it on the floor," I said. "How much does this kid eat?" He asked. "However much he feels like every two to three hours," I replied. "I could eat that much," he said. "You do eat that much," I laughed lightly, "can you burp him?". He took Alfie and started patting his back. "Us drummers need their energy," he said. "And us mummy's need our energy but i don't empty the cupboards within five hours of the shop being done," I replied, going out the bedroom and into our room. "Maybe we should be an ingredient household," he mocked. "You'd eat flour," I said, changing into my blouse and skirt. Just as Dave was about to say something, Alfie burped, making Dave laugh.

"Okay, I'm off now. I've briefed you and once again, only call if he is dead or on fire," I said, grabbing my car keys and bag. "What happens in the death is in progress?" He joked. "David Eric Grohl," I scolded. "Have a great day," he said, kissing my lips. "You too. I know you can do this," I praised, heading out the door.

"Look who's back!" My work and best friend, Nicole, cheered as she ran over to give me a hug. "Back and more ready to work than ever," I smiled, squeezing her tight. "Sorry to ruin your mood but we have a meeting first thing," she said somewhat carefully. "And I'm already fantasising about killing Andy," I rolled my eyes as we headed to the meeting room.

"Ah, Y/n, welcome back! How's Dave and Alfie?" My boss, Andrew, said. "Dave is amazing, loving being a daddy. Archie is loving Dave. I'm loving... food, mainly," I replied. "Well, thank you for coming back. Let's jump right into the meeting," he said.

The meeting was very bland, just something about partnering with another company for a project.

I finally got back to my old office. I've missed the view. Through the completely glass windows, I could see the cityscape, windows glistening, cars dashing around and people tending to their everyday needs. My first piece of work since coming back was now on my desk, getting my blood flowing to get back to work.

Ten minutes after my lunch break and pump, my work phone started ringing. "Hello, you've reached Y/n at-" I started. "Y/n, help. He won't stop crying. I- I don't know w-what to do," I heard Dave say, distressed and tears evident in his voice. "Honey, what happened?" I replied, concern getting to me. "He won't stop crying and I've done everything. Feeding, diaper change, nap, play time, book. Everything," he cried. "Has he hurt anything or got nappy rash or got any more teeth coming through?" I asked, searching for a reason our son was literally wailing on the other side of the phone. "No, I've checked," he replied out of breath. "Okay, give me fifteen to twenty minutes and I will be there. Stay strong, handsome," I said, shoving my things back into my bag. "Okay. I love you," he said and hung up the phone.

"Andrew, I really need to go home. I'm so fucking sorry but Alfie is literally screaming murder," I rushed. "I understand. Will you be in tomorrow?" He replied. "Yes! Thank you!" I replied, yelling as I ran to the lift.

I got into my car and sped home, most likely earning myself a few speeding tickets on the way.

"Dave, angel, I'm home," I yelled from the front door, hearing Alfie screaming as loud as possible. "Help me," he cried, handing our son to me. "Look at me. You're doing fucking amazing, lots of people don't have dads because they can't handle it. But here you are, you're doing amazing," I praised.

I stripped Alfie down to his nappy and checked him all over for any indication of what could be making him make me and Dave go deaf. I lightly pressed on his stomach and I could feel the gas in his stomach. "He's got trapped gas," I sighed. "How? I burped him," he also sighed. "It happens to everyone, honey. He needs a little massage or some crap that I read in that stupid book," I said. "Teach me because if I have to go deaf from a child, I will shove my drumsticks in my chest," he sighed.

I showed him how to get the gas un trapped or whatever and the second he farted, he was silent. "Thank you so fucking much. I love you," he smiled tiredly, hugging me and kissing me. "Well, I'm home for the rest of the day and it's two forty-seven now. What should we do?" I asked, putting Alfie's outfit back on. "He missed nap time and I'm going to cry if I don't sleep soon so how about a nap?" He said, rubbing our sons back. "That sounds amazing I need to change into my pyjamas first so you have a little cuddle with the velociraptor," I replied, handing him the fucking dinosaur that came out of me. "I'd say he's a pterodactyl," he said, kissing our son on the head. "True. How about you put him to bed while I change," I suggested. "Deal," he agreed.

I changed into my pyjamas and saw Dave sprawled out on the bed in just his boxers. "Baby got back," I sang, slapping his ass. "How the tables have turned," he laughed as I pretty much just collapsed into bed. He pulled me to his chest and stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I love you so much too," I replied, closing my eyes.

[lady-maracas]

i love ur writing sm 😭 can u pls do number 14 angst prompt with deaky ?? it’d mean sm haha, thanks !!

I cant lose you again.

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Word count:1,8k

Warnings: None!!

Masterlist

I loved living in the countryside. I always thought the calmness and the beautiful landscape were way better than the loudness of London. Again, my friends seemed to think otherwise. Most of my childhood friends moved to the big city, while I stayed here. The others? Well I guess their only reason to stay here was because they didn’t have enough money to move out on their own.

Well I am sure not ashamed of living the countryside! In fact, I’m actually quite glad I get to stay here with my parents. I have a great job at a bakery, where I get to meet lots of wonderful people.

The sound of the house phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I heard my moms rushed steps as she answered the phone.

“Hello?” I heard her say.

Silence.

“Yes, she’s upstairs, let me call her just a sec- Y/N!!?” She yelled.

I ran down the stairs. I already knew who was calling, it was my best friend. I had met her at the bakery. She was already working there when I got the job. She was the one who showed me everything I had to know. She is like a big ball of energy, I love her.

I snatch the phone from my mothers hand and try to take a breath before I let out: “Hey! What’s up?”.

“Honey you need to come to the pub with me tonight!” She almost screamed.

“Well actually I was planning on-”

“No, no. You don’t understand, I didn’t say ‘Do you want to come to the pub with me tonight?’, I said ‘You NEED to come to the pub with me tonight!’ It was not a question!” She was clearly excited, I didn’t know why, but before I even had the time to ask her what’s got her in such a rush, she added: “I heard there was a small band playing tonight, and I’m not one to usually spoil the surprise, but you might actually know one of them…”

“Know one of them? What do you mean?” I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder, trying to ignore my mothers complaints about the phone bill for this month.

“Do you remember your bestie, your best pal, Johnny boy-” she cooed.

“John?!”

“Anyways I don’t have very much time to talk. I’ll come pick you up around 7pm. Be ready!” She hung up before I had the time to process what she just said.

Deaky?

//

A couple years earlier…

“Why are you even leaving? Why are you leaving me behind? Am I not good enough for you” I complained to my best friend. We grew up together. We were attached at the hip. When you saw me, John would never we far behind.

Unfortunately, he decided to study far away from here. In fact, he was leaving for the big city, London. It broke my heart when he told me the news. But seeing him so happy made me realize I couldn’t hold him back. I wanted to follow him, to move in with him in the city, but I couldn’t leave my life here behind. My parents needed me, I loved my job and I always pictured myself living here forever.

I kept complaining while he was packing his stuff. He would be leaving tomorrow.

“What are you even talking about? You are perfect Y/N! You have been the greatest of friends to me during all these years and I wouldn’t change it for the world! But this is my chance, Y/N, it’s my chance to finally be happy and do what I love! Can you please try to understand that?” He kept packing, and the more he packed, the more he sounded annoyed.

“I understand that…” I looked down at my feet. I truly wanted him to be happy, even tho it meant I would lose him.

“I promise I’ll call and write to you everyday!” He finally looked at me, taking a break from packing to take a small breath. “This doesn’t mean we won’t stay friends, you’re still my #1, always remember that”

Oh and how I wanted to cry, I wanted to hold him forever, I wanted to keep him from going away, I wanted to stay at his side. But that was not possible. No matter what I said, no matter what I did, I couldn’t change his mind.

//

Now.

“Quick, Y/N, we’re going to be late!” My best friend yelled at me through the rolled down window of her car.

“Late for what?” I ran to her car.

“For the drinks, of course!” And she drove away.

When we got there, the place was actually a bit more packed than it usually was. This town wasn’t big, which meant every face was familiar. And as of the band playing on stage, one of the faces was familiar too…

She was right.

He’s here.

And he saw me. Oh god he saw me! His expression changed immediately after we made eye contact. He tried his best to keep playing without being distracted by my presence, and I tried to act calm, as if I didn’t just see my ex best friend I haven’t seen in more than two years.

I drank my drinks, ignoring the piercing stare Deaky was giving me behind my back. And when they were done with their show, everyone applauded, while I was stuck in my own thoughts.

“Come on! You’ve got to go see him! It’s been so long”. My best friend grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my seat.

“Stop! I can’t do that!”

“Why not?” She turned around and gave me a weird look.

“Because I…I don’t-”

“Exactly, you have no good reason. Let’s go!” She pulled me in the “backstage” area.

As soon as I saw him I froze, and so did he. We both looked at each other with tears in our eyes. I thought it would be awkward, I thought I’d be mad at him because he stopped writing to me after a year. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t even find one ounce of anger towards him.

So I ran up to him, and I think he ran up to me too, and I gave him the biggest hug I’ve ever given in my entire life. I heard him whisper a small “Hey little one” and I pulled back. I took a good look at him.

His hair had gotten longer, it looked so soft. His grey eyes shined under the bright lights. His features had gotten a little sharper. But in the end he was still my Deaky.

“I can’t believe you’re here! I mean, I’m so happy to see you!” I find myself choking out those words.

“I’m so happy to see you too! The boys wanted to do some shows and I couldn’t stop myself from asking to do one here! I missed this place so much.” I looked over his shoulder at his band mates. They suspiciously looked at us with satisfied grins on their face. One of them, with dark shoulder length hair walked towards us.

“You must be Y/N! Deaky here talked about you a lot! I’m Freddie.” He extended his hand for me to shake, which I took gladly. “You’re welcomed to stay here with us and catch up with your dear boyfrie- Ow!” He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence, because John elbowed him in the ribs.

“Okay Fred, I think you can go sit with the boys, I actually have to talk to Y/N if that’s alright.” He turned to me, asking if it was alright.

“Sure!” I said.

“I meant- outside.” He added shyly.

“Oh! Yes, alright let’s go.” I walked out the nearest door, which I assumed lead outside.

I sat down on some stairs, and the boy beside me did the same. We stayed in comfortable silence for some time before he let out: “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. It’s been what? Two years?” I said softly.

“Myes, two years.” He nodded.

“You stopped writing to me, calling too.” I added.

“I really tried, Y/N, but it was hard to find the time with the band-”

“So that’s what you do now?” I scoffed.

“Do what?”

“Play in a band?” When he left, it was to study electrical engineering. Knowing he didn’t even end up doing that made me feel like I had lost him for nothing.

“I’m happy.” he simply said.

“Good for you.”

Silence.

“You know I loved you, right?” He said after some time.

“Yes, I loved you too…”

“No, you don’t get it. I LOVED loved you.” He looked away, as if he was ashamed of what he was about to say.

“Like I said, I LOVED loved you too. It broke my heart when you left, because I wasn’t just letting my best friend go, no, you were more to me.” I admitted.

“Oh…”

“It doesn’t matter now though does it? It’s all in the past. Right?” I let out, trying to keep in my anger.

He didn’t say anything.

“Right?” I asked again.

“Y/N, I…I know it’s been some time, I know we’re older now, but to me you’re still the same little Y/N I’ve come to love. I tried to forget about my stupid crush on you and I honestly thought I did forget about it but as soon as I laid eyes on you tonight, it all came back rushing on me.”

I stared at him. Oh how I loved him. I loved him with all my heart. I never wanted to let him go. What I did next was insanely stupid. I don’t know what went through my head, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I kissed him.

It was quick, just a small peck. As soon as I pulled back, I blinked a couple of times, trying to process what just happened. He did the same but then he leaned back in, cradling my cheek softly and planting a much more soft kiss on my lips.

I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to stay like that forever, with him. Unfortunately, we had to pull back to take a breath. When I looked up at him, he was already staring at me, a small smile across his face.

“Come with me” he said.

“What?”

“Come to London with me, move with me please Y/N-” he got up to his feet but I cut him off.

“Deaks, I can’t. You know I can’t leave my life here behind!”

“Please, I beg of you, I can’t lose you again!”

“I…alright” I give up, I don’t know what I’m fighting for anymore. I love him. I’ll be happy with him, whenever I’m with him, I know I’ll be happy, in the countryside or in the city. “I’ll come with you.”

“Really? That’s amazing!” He picks my up and lifts me off my feet. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” I smile.

“That’s not possible!”

“Then I love you just as much as you love me!” I laugh.

“That’s a whole lot then.”

“Good”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for avoiding people because they vape?

🦞<- so i can find this

I (15M) go to a very, very small high school, only 250 people or so. It’s a magnet/early collegetrade type school in Texas, and there’s not many queer kids. I’m a freshman, and at the beginning of the school year I made friends with the only openly queer friend group at the school. I get along with them well enough, though sometimes it’s hard to understand their social ques (i’m autistic). Most people in the friend group are Juniors, and about a week into knowing them they mentioned how they vape, and how three of the guys actually got expelled from they’re local school for several different vape/drug-related issues.

I don’t care if people vape or smoke weed, I think they should have the right to do that, but it’s one of my triggers for several different reasons and being around it makes me uncomfortable. I know that at least one girl, R, can’t go anywhere outside of school without vaping. For this reason I’ve almost never hung out with any of them outside of school.

Around November-December, two things happened that made me want to stop hanging out with them. I went to R’s birthday party, where she immediately got high and then two hours in went upstairs with all the other kids (minus the three freshman there, who weren’t allowed to go upstairs because they didn’t want us to smoke), so i left early. Then, about a week later, my at-the-time boyfriend (we broke up a few days after this for other reasons) told me R gave him and another friend vapes, which means the only other freshman who were in that group also vaped now, and I felt kinda left out.

Another reason I think I might be the asshole is that, since this school is kinda a nerd school, there’s a lot of career networking with teachers and guests and whatnot, and teachers have told classes that they consider people’s groups when judging their moral character. One teacher specifically, who I hate, is in charge of a lot of the student leadership and is very judgmental. I know they look down on the “blue hair stoner” groups, and I feel like hanging out with them would lower my chances (which are already very low since i’m a queer autistic person) of being chosen for financial and social opportunities. It’s not fair but it’s the truth yk?

I had always gotten the vibe that nobody except maybe 3 of those people liked me, and I was naturally starting to make other friends since I wasn’t as socially awkward as the beginning of the semester. I’ve pretty much stopped talking to everyone in that group, minus one guy and making small talk every now and then. R has come up to me several times in the past two months and asked me (jokingly? i can’t tell) if i’ve been avoiding them, and I always just like.. steer around the question. I don’t want her thinking that I’m judging her for vaping/smoking, even tho I think highly of her. I’m trying specifically not to trauma dump in the ask box, but I’m predisposed to addiction in my family and have trauma from other incidents where vapes/weed/drugs etc were involved, and being around them make me physically start shaking.

AMITA for avoiding them?

What are these acronyms?

[trickscourse]

vpn is a thing and i'm not sure what you mean by the bigot thing because i'm talking about the asks that ask you questions about your ex-friends, not the hate asks (which btw while some have valid points, you do get weirdo ones too). it's either her or the rebuttal mods sending the ones talking about your ex-friends because i can't believe anyone else is that invested in the lore or is so hung up on your ex-friends (also arty is still misgendering hussel in the asks to you) regardless, i do hope you're doing well in the psych ward, and you're able to detox from everything that has gone on and hopefully learn to move on from this. that's good healing. is a bit disappointing tho that you're still talking obsessively about your ex-friends (who aren't stalkers or your abusers or fans but whatever) despite many of them not talking about you anymore, or only when your rebuttal blog wants to stir. again: if you and your close irl friends who run the rebuttal blog just. stop. they will stop. maybe try not saying anything about them for a week and see what happens?

I know which messages are hers and which aren't based on how theyre phrased and what phone they're coming from, most of the messages are coming from an Android and she has an iphone. I went with her when she went to go get it.

There are people that are invested, I know Ambrose and Jack are still watching from a weird distance and while I think both of them are genuinely fucking insane even though I feel bad for Ambrose for how we treated him and I'm not going to call him a friend because he wasn't, he's entitled prick best and an enabled and a hypocrite at worst.

TBH I hope you realize that even when I'm not on my phone here Arty has any chance to call me that she can use and has used it before, her host will call me about important things and bring my mail and food sometimes but it's mostly just Arty as a concept and not her entire system. When the mods call me to talk about this I'll usually just hang out because I don't like being a stressed as I am and it's not helping me get any better.

I'm not as obsessed as you think I am, this blog's queue runs about six times a day and I schedule some stuff randomly in advance but most my recovery is talking about being a victim of stalking, actual stalking and dealing with being in an abusive family and possibly never able to get out of it.

I'm calling my ex friends "my fans" because of how much they're genuinely obsessed with the situation and will not shut up about it, to the point where mutual friends who don't know everything or that who's doing what or who the alleged stalker might be have brought it up to me and vague concern for both sides.

Last time I checked rebuttal mostly runs on submissions in a very crappy version of the queue, I don't care what they do and I've told them to politely keep me out of it to the point where I have them blocked and they if

I gave up on being friends with Roma a long time ago and asked them multiple times to not come to my job but they chose to anyway, I'm not going to comment about them possibly scamming money after they accused me of doing the same thing because it's not worth it.

The best thing I can recommend is for everyone to drop everything so there won't be any more submissions. The only reason why I keep this blog up to begin with is so someone doesn't steal the username and roleplay as me or something and there's other things I want to talk about on here

[lildoodlenoodle]

Gwen Rant Below

‘Did Gwen hook up with Hobie’ that ‘ was she leading miles on’ this. THE GIRL WAS HOMELESS. OMG what. She literally says to Miles ‘oh yea Hobie let’s me crash in his dimension sometimes’ BECAUSE SHES HOMELESS. And when she got defensive during the collider fight scene about her toothbrush and stuff being at Hobie’s, it wasn’t because she was trying to hide a relationship, she’s hiding the fact that she’s no longer living with her dad from Miles.

Miles still DOES NOT KNOW her situation. Because she chose not to tell him. It’s also why she told him not to tell his parents he’s Spider-Man. Because like Miles’ dad, her dad is a cop and when her dad found out he held up a gun at her. Like it’s fine if you ship something, I don’t care, but understand she was most likely staying at Hobie’s because Hobie knows what it is like to not have a home. Of course he’s going to take her in. That means in no way she is SLEEPING WITH HIM.

A lot of people are getting so hung up on the love triangle/love rivalry thing, that wasn’t really anything concrete in the movie, that they are missing key parts of their relationships. Because largely, like the Miles catching Gwen poster, the love triangle was played up for advertisements. The only one that really keeps it going in movie is Pav(who watches too many Bollywood romances(I love him tho)) and Miles’ very short little stint of jealousy that quickly died.

If anyone has been homeless as a teen or had a friend who was homeless as a teen you know your friends come together to support that person, or at least they should(every situations different). Even if it’s just making sure the person has food or a couch to sleep on for a couple of days, rotating between friends and working together to do adult things as teenagers. Maybe this just hits too close to home for me, cause I really do see myself and especially some of my friends in Gwen and her story.

There are a lot of reasons to be homeless as a teen. I mean most queer kids at one point or another have had to at least think about the possibility of getting kicked out if your parents found out. And something makes me really upset at the fact that we have this homeless queer coded teenager, staying with a friend, leaving their stuff at the friends’ place, and borrowing their clothes. Then a bunch of people immediately assume they’re sleeping together. Please understand why I am getting so upset about this.

Hobie has canonically been homeless as a teenager. He would understand how vulnerable Gwen is right now, of course he would take her in and of course he wouldn’t sleep with her and take advantage of her while she was actively relying on him for a place to live. He quite literally stuck around in the spider society FOR HER, cause he knows she’s being taken advantage of by Jessica and Miguel. Like ship what you ship I don’t care, but please have some awareness when talking about Gwen’s story.

[ventingfanfics]

I wondering if you could jealous reader?Reader and Shuri go on vacation and two or one person comes up and starts flirting with Shuri and reader gets in a fight only if you want tho

(Also could you do black female reader if not that’s fine)

Have a great day!!

The Party

“Riri!” Y/N greeted, taking her call. “What’s up, boo?”

“Excuse me?” You heard Shuri say from the closet.

“Now you gon’ get me in trouble, Y/N,” Riri said.

“Shuri, what did I say? You are my boo, my bae, and my baby. Riri is just my boo,” Y/N reminded her girlfriend as she emerged from the closet. 

“Damn,” Riri said, making you giggle. “See? She don’t love me.” This made you and Shuri laugh, the latter going to one the bathrooms in the suite to another shower during this evening. 

“So how’s the trip?” Riri cheerfully asked. 

“Girl. So this morning, Shuri tells me we’re going to the spa—“

“What’s wrong with that?”

You held up a manicured finger. “Hold on, Ri," you laughed. "I was shocked because she told me she would never get me a masseuse because ‘No one else can touch your body, Y/N’.” 

“The accent is sending me…” 

Laughing, you went on, “I’m getting better at it. So, we show up and tell me how it’s two elderly women!” When Riri’s high pitch laugh hung in the air, it made you laugh with her. 

“That sound just like her!”

“That’s why I said with a big ass smirk on my face, ‘Now it makes sense.’ She kept denying she didn’t know what I was talking about all the while giggling.” 

“I can’t lie, I’d be possessive, too. But what else y’all get into?”

You listed the other excursions you’d shared together like zip-lining, water rafting, and touring some of the historical shorelines, museums, and restaurants. 

“Tonight we’re going to this party that one of the locals invited us to. I need to start getting ready now.”

“Wait, this ain’t like no sex/swingers type party, is it?”

Your eyes fell closed as you laughed. “No!” 

“Just asking because it does happen! But don’t mind me, just keep having fun and run me those pics! Lord knows my vacation can’t get here fast enough.”

Once you and Shuri were both ready, you exchanged enticed looks. She took your hand and twirled you, checking you out even more in your sexy sundress. Shuri looked like she was hungry for you, which made you chuckle and peck her lips. 

You approved of the short-sleeves button down, shorts and shades on her. 

Soon, you both gathered in the hotel lobby and chose one of the many vehicles of transportation at your beck and call. Shuri provided the address for the driver, turning to you afterwards because you were lightly snickering. “What’s up?” 

“Riri asked if we were invited to a sex party,” you explained, chuckling, instantly making Shuri tilt her head back and loudly say “For Bast’s sake.” 

“Eh?” The driver responded, making Y/N and Shuri giggle. 

“No, sir, my girlfriend just shared a funny story, is all.”

“Tell him.”

“I’m not telling him that nonsense.”

“I’m sure he’s heard it before.”

“Try me,” he encouraged. 

“We’re going to a party here and our friend asked if it was a sex party….I just thought it was funny,” you simpered.

The middle-aged man laughed somewhat awkwardly. “Oh. Well, you have some people like that, into different things.” He then filled the silence by turning up his radio almost all the way, making you and Shuri look at each other and burst into laughter.

~

“Baby, wake up, we’re here.”

You groaned and stretched, finally stirring. Shuri chuckled and helped you out of the car. “Damn, that took forever, Shuri. I feel like my breath is tart now…” you started digging into your purse to retrieve some gum. “Do I have sleep in my eye?”

“Nah, baby, you’re good,” Shuri said, to which you nodded but still popped a piece of Spearmint and offered her one just in case. Shuri paid and tipped the driver and the two of you gazed at the luxurious villa before going in. 

“Princess Shuri!” The hosts ecstatically greeted.Their names were Cherish and Spence, one of the wealthiest couples in the world who owned many schools, galas, and foundations. The melanated couple was also noticeably attractive and looked like they only wore the finest material and jewels. “We’re so glad you and….” They looked at you unsurely but politely.

You and Shuri spoke your name at the same time. 

“She’s the real princess,” Shuri said, showing her usual charm.

“It’s sweet when a lady can speak that way about another lady,” Cherish mused to her husband.

“Well, she is my lady,” Y/N pointed out. Spence looked amused while Cherish just stared at you. 

“Yes, well, we hope you enjoy our home,” she replied, plastering on what looked like an artificial smile to you. She was beautiful but only externally. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Shuri was slow to follow them through the glass doors, focusing on you. “You good, babe?”

“Yeah, but this really a party or a networking thing?” 

“Both,” she admitted. “But you hear the music? They have good taste and your stomach was growling on the way here, so you can eat too.” 

Seeing as you were in fact hungry, you couldn’t argue on that. Shuri said she knew how hungry you were, rubbing your stomach as you entered the home together. 

Cherish was the snootiest one at her own elite party. 

But truthfully, you were used to accompanying to Shuri to events and feeling like you didn’t fit in until you had to remind yourself you were that chick and that none of these people were better than you. 

You were experiencing a slice of heaven as you listened to Rihanna while eating one of the best creamy pastas ever in life. Shuri was in the same kitchen as you putting her people skills to use. She was such a pro at that, though it could be draining for her sometimes. 

About to pour yourself a glass, a dapper man stopped you with a smile. “I’ve got that for you, miss…”

This distraction had been small and brief and yet it gave enough time for a stranger to query the room like they wanted the entirety of it to hear. “Who.Is.That?”

Someone whispered “that’s Princess Shuri.”

“The vision herself,” the woman said, roving her eyes over your girlfriend, approaching her like she was just what the doctor ordered. “Princess, it is an absolute pleasure to see you today in the flesh. It surely does not disappoint.” As she said this, her eyes scoped practically every edge of the new Black Panther. 

Shuri shook her hand with a straight face. “Thank you, Princess Fatima.”

“Does the Wakandan princess care to dance?” 

“No, she does not,” you quipped. When the woman met your eyes, she was met with a glare. 

She eyed you up and down with an attitude before licking her teeth and grinning. “It’s just a dance. She’s still yours.”

“I know she’s mine and I also know your thirsty ass wants to do more than just dance with her.”

Some people barely stifled their laughter while others were quietly entertained. Shuri puffed her cheeks but remained on guard for you.

“Shuri, you got a ghetto one, huh?” 

“Excuse me? I will show you ghetto,” you started to approach the woman but Shuri blocked you, seizing your waist. She held your hip in place, standing in front of you, while addressing the “Princess Fatima.” 

“Aye, don’t ever get disrespectful about my girl,” she said. “And even if she was ghetto, I wouldn’t care. I don’t look down on my people like some of y’all.” 

“If she’s not Wakandan, she’s not your people, Shuri.”

“Bitch—!” Shuri immediately grabbed you, escorting you out the room. You landed outside in the backyard overlooking an infinity pool. She held you tight, knowing you’d calm down.

“Fuck that ho and anyone who thinks I’m not good enough for you!”

She released you to cup your face. “What did I tell you?”

“Fuck them, it’s about us.”

“Exactly.”

You noticed Cherish approaching you, visibly concerned. You braced yourself for having to handle her. 

“Shuri, Y/N, I was just alerted that there was some drama with Princess Fatima?”

Shuri rubbed your side. “Yes, unfortunately—“

“I heard the whole thing. Don’t worry, she’s been banned,” Cherish continued. 

You and Shuri looked at each other.

The hostess smiled. “Did you want to get in the pool? Or did you want to come back inside? There’s a lot of rooms you haven’t checked…”

You would have snickered at this but what prevented the humor was the way Cherish eyeballed your girlfriend as she spoke. Like this was a single invitation.

"What kinds of rooms?" Shuri raised a quizzical brow.

“Rooms around the house! You should definitely come to one of them.” 

You were appalled as Cherish bit her lip as she gazed at the length of Shuri from her curls to the 9080 air shoes.

Your woman needed protection from this shameful leering, so you stepped in front of Shuri, confronting the older woman. But it was when Shuri wanted to keep you in place that you avoided her.

Squaring your gaze at Cherish, you addressed her. “Pulling a Fatima are we? You’re gonna have to ban me too.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you young people have any home training?” 

“Don’t you have a husband? And making passes at my girlfriend, with your old ass!” 

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shuri said, grabbing your hand. 

“I’m gonna chalk this up to you being tipsy,” Cherish said with a sarcastic smile. “Surely, you can’t be that uncouth.” 

She started back towards the doors. But she never made it inside. 

She instead landed in the pool. 

You couldn’t wait to tell Riri about this story.