#i swear to god i have like 200 unread messages on my phone and i just cant answer any of them

[miss--aura]

Saw your requests were open! I too love Fatgum so maybe an +18 plus scenario with some angst? Like maybe you were good friends but now both are stuck in limbo after sleeping with each other one night. Confused about what they are. Sorry if I'm not making sense.

Stuck In between

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader

Warnings: angst, bad smut because I had a headache while writing the ending, idk what to put for warnings, banana milk sucks

Requested by: ness-is-a-vanillabean

On a serious note I decided I don't know how to wrote angst or if this counts as angst lmao.

It was a spur of the moment decision, at least that's what you kept telling yourself. You were drunk, and let your lust get the better of you and now you didn't know what to do.

You shouldn't have let Midnight convince you to go, you shouldn't have taken the wine glass offered to you. It was all just some big mistake that you made, and it landed you where you are now.

You haven't left your house in a week and you certainly havent been checking any messages on your phone. Luckily you could work from home, but you couldnt hide forever.

"God, I'm so stupid!" Slamming your head on your desk with a groan, tears forming in your eyes as you choke out a sob.

No matter how hard you tried it kept replaying in your head. The way his eyes seemed to drink you up, his hands caressing every inch of your body, the way he filled you up hitting the spots that made you forget your name.

Part of you didn't regret it at all, getting out all of the lust filled emotions was such a nice release to something you've been holding onto for god knows how long.

Yet, you couldnt look back on the memory in a fond light. Because in the end, you said I love you. You said I love you to your bestfriend, and now you couldn't even talk to him.

He'd called you at least 15 times a day since then, over 200 messages being left unread. You just had to go and be selfish, didn't you? Ruin the one good thing you had in your life.

You wondered how he was doing, not that you'd ask. But at the same time, you were his bestfriend and you confessed your love to him in a drunken haze and haven't spoken to him since.

All the ways you could've confessed, you had to go and do it when you were drunk out of your mind and being pounded into a mattress. Going back to work at the agency would be a nightmare now.

One week left until you actually had to go back to the agency. Meaning one week to figure out how to avoid Taishiro for the rest of your life. Did you want to avoid him? No, but you'd rather avoid him than own up to your own emotions.

Picking your head up off the desk you decide to actually do something productive for once. You needed groceries anyways and right now was the perfect time to do so, considering Taishiro would be patrolling the other side of town.

You quickly freshen up and head out the door, the grocery store being only a few blocks away so you could manage walking there and back.

It was a short walk, being about 15 minutes give or take a few. Now that you were scanning shelves you realized how long it had really been since you've seen, well, another human.

It almost made you laugh, how seeing really people made you feel better about the situation your in. Sucking in your cheeks you put a small case of banana milk into your cart.

Taishiro didn't really care for it, but it was almost a comfort item for you. He always said it just tasted like a banana, and it'd cost less to buy regular bananas instead. Though you'd disagree everytime he brought it up.

Sure, it tasted like bananas, but it is banana milk so whatever. Plus it came in cute boxes with a straw and who were you to deny something that looked so cute.

Making it to checkout, you place your items on the counter. Allowing the cashier to do their job while you let your eyes wander around the store.

It wasn't big, but it had a comforting feel. Maybe it was because you'd been feeling down, or maybe it was the way you'd been here so many times that the familiarity was comforting to you.

Never the less you give a small smile to the cashier, finishing the rest of your items as you pay. Fishing the bags into your arms as you start the short journey back to your home.

"Need help carrying those bags?" The voice made you freeze in place. There was no way this was happening, he wasn't supposed to be here. He was on duty, right?

"Listen we need to talk, you can't keep ignoring me."

"I don't wanna talk right now, aren't you on duty anyway? I have to go put these away." You start walking off, hurrying to get away.

"I'm a hero, I help people in need. You aren't feeling like yourself which means it's my place to help. Is it not?"

"I said I don't want to talk, I said something I didn't mean, and I have to face the consequences for that. Okay?"

"So you don't love me?" You swear you could hear the hurt in his voice, but you told yourself you were hearing things. You can't ruin this anymore than you already have.

You can't bring yourself to respond, quickening your pace as your eyes fill with tears. Trying to blink them away only causing them to slide down your face. Not that you bother to wipe them because you know Taishiro is still watching you walk away.

He doesn't like you like that, he's a pro hero, you're just an office lady. That's what you have to remember. Whatever you thought you had, was just you trying to convince yourself that something could happen.

It didn't matter if you wanted to run into his arms, nothing would change. You'd be the hopeless romantic who had feelings for a hero who didn't have time to waste on a relationship.

"Y/n wait! Stop walking so fast I can't keep up!" Taishiro's voiced filled through your ears, your heart melting at the sound. But for once, your head was in control. Head over heart, that's what your mom always said.

"Go away 'shiro." It came out more broken than you wanted it to and you knew he could see right through you as much as you wanted to hide away from your feelings your feet plant themselves no longer letting you move further.

Two arms wrapping around your waist in the tightest hug you've ever experienced. Stealing the air from your lungs as a small whine of pain escapes your lips.

"Y/n, listen to me. You can't keep avoiding me. I've been worried sick about you, can't you tell? I thought I was dreaming when you told me you loved me but just as soon as that happened you dissapeared. Please Y/n talk to me."

You shook your head more tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to speak without sounding like you were dying. Though it felt like you were.

"You don't love me 'shiro, I gotta get over you but whenever you're near me it makes it so hard. No matter how hard I try I keep falling harder."

"Who said I don't love you? Angelcake, you never asked me if I loved you. Look at you, what is there not to love about you? When you said you loved me I'd never been more happy in my entire life. So please, stop running away from me, I hate not being with you."

"'shiro..."

"Shh, let's get you home, I wanna show you how much I love you."

Arriving at your house, you force the key into the door as quick as you can manage. Taishiro taking notice to how desperate you were to enter.

Pushing the door open you realize how messy your house was, an awkward smile spreading across your face as you let him in. "Please excuse the mess, it's not usually like this I've just been having a hard time recently."

"As if it's any worse than mine, besides I'm not here to judge you." He grins placing his hand in yours and leading you to your bedroom. Seeing as he'd been here enough to know the lay out of your house.

Just as soon as you were in your room, he was all over you. Kissing you with so much passion you thought you were dreaming by the way he seemed to be bleeding out lust.

Taishiro opted to use his normal form in moments like this, his fat body not working when it came to the more intimate moments. Not that you loved him any less in any form.

You whine into the kiss, your body on fire from the arousal building up within you. Clawing at your close to get them off, desperate to have Taishiro's hands be on your bare skin.

"Someones needy, aren't they?"

"'shiro, please I want you. I've been waiting for this."

He hums, giving you a small nod as his hands sneak up your shirt. Helping you strip out of your clothes before falling suite with his own.

His hands grope your breasts squeezing lightly to get a reaction out of you. Which you give through a small moan. The noise is just enough to get him going though.

Spreading your legs and holding them open with his knees he slides his fingers over your folds, getting a grasp for how wet you were for him.

The more he teased the more you squirmed under him, small begs passing through your lips. Begging for him to hurry up.

"Taishiro, please stop teasing me I cant wait anymore~"

He only smiles in response, placing his cock at your entrance. Having done this just a week ago he was more than ready to plunge into the depth. Slowly thrusting into you allowing you to adjust.

You whine out his name, back slightly arching off the bed in ecstasy. Clenching around him your eyes clouded with list at the sensual yet familiar feeling of him filling you up.

He thrusts harder, finding a sweet rhythmatic pace that made the both of you feel good. Not too fast, but not too slow either. The perfect momentum between the two of you.

Leaning down to kiss you, he finds himself smiling like a little kid, happier than ever to be with you in this moment.

"'m close baby, where do you want my cum?"

"Anywhere, I dont care."

Satisfied with that response he thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and letting his cum cover your lower abdomen.

"I told you I loved you babe, is that enough to prove it?"

"More than I could have ever asked for."

[joshuazev]

On a bunch of guys getting ready to talk about mental health:  the arrival

John (voiceover):  Hey guys, hope this message finds you well.  It’s been a while since all of the homies got together and I’d like to do what I can to change that, although there is a bit of a catch.  While I may not have talked to all of you individually in the past few months, I have asked about you all through mutual friends.  It seems like we’re all kind of dealing with our own personal struggles and some of us are having a tougher time than others.  That being said, I wanted to take it upon myself to bring us all together to address some of your mental health concerns we might have.  I don’t think we’re ones to acknowledge nor focus much on how we feel, but I think that our bond is bigger than friendship.  Since we all grew up together I thought that, as a community, we could talk and show how much we’re all supported.  It won’t be awkward.  I’ve asked a couple of us to bring some food or to cook if they wanted to and there’s about 15-18 of us, so if all of you wanted to bring something or if your girlfriends wanted to contribute, please feel free.  I think this has the potential to be really really special and while I do have hopes for what it might be in the future, I wanted to first take care of our first meeting.  Hope to see you all there.  

EXT. - COLIN’S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

It’s still a little early, but John waits outside of his front door hoping to greet his friends that he thought were coming to the meeting.  He’s a bit anxious, really.  It isn’t a very common type of meeting in this day and age and he worries friends might dismiss it or get some cold feet.  He’s hoping for the best, but the worst is creeping in like a fear he hoped he wouldn’t face.  For a moment he thinks his plan might have fallen through and just then he sees a car that he thinks he recognizes as one of his friend’s, but it’s in a different color.  Was his house too far away, he thinks?  Was his message too bland?  The only thing he’s thinking about is the living room area that he set up for everyone to sit down and be comfortable.  A little lower on the totem pole is all the food he spent hours making.  Would it go to waste?  He checks his phone and it’s five after six.  No unread text messages.  No missed calls.  Looks like nobody would be arriving on time.  As he gets ready to turn inside and regain some of his positive energy he hears a distant chatter.  Off at the corner his a big SUV with the windows rolled down and a whole lot of voices that he recognizes as Thomas, Mark, Chuckie, Fordham, Grant, and Slim.  

Slim:  Yooooo, I hope we’re not too late.  Mark was having some trouble driving on a street with no cars.  

Thomas:  Johnnnnieeee, what’s good boyyyy!

The six guys get out of the car in bigger and better spirits than John could have hoped for.  Most of them bring food in tow and the ones that don’t carry paper bags with the likes of hard alcohol and wine sticking out of the top.  This was half the battle, he thought.  As long as he could sustain that energy and carry it over to the meeting then everything would be fine.  

John:  Slim Slim!  Wassup man, I was worried about you guys.  That you weren’t gonna show up.  Or you didn’t get my message or somethin.

Grant:  Good ol’ Johnny.  Always worrying about us.  You know what it is, man!

John:  Happy to hear that.  Looks like we got some nice red wine.  Thank you Chuckie.  Mark, stop it.  That better not be what I think it is.

Mark:  Why do you think we’re late, man.  I almost forgot and told the guys we had to stop at the store because no mental health meeting is official unless I’m making the Pina Coladas.  

John:  I’ve been dreaming about those things!  Holy shit.  (slightly more quiet and concerned).  You been ok?  Like everything settling down a little?

Mark:  Yeah, man.  I’m fine.  Let’s just say I’ll have plenty of things to contribute to the discussion.

John:  Well, good.  Good…  That’s what it’s all about.  So, where are the others?  I take it they weren’t held up getting drinks at the store too, right?

Fordham:  I mean, I called those mothafuckas and they were talking about forgetting the food, so they probably went to go pick something up or something.

John:  All good.  All good.  Why don’t ya’ll head inside.  I made a bunch of stuff.  There’s a whole lot of glasses for whatever you want to drink, so go ahead.  

Each of the guys enter in the house one by one.  There’s a screech from the opposite of the corner that halts the last couple from making it inside to see what all the commotion is.  It’s Pierre’s car.  And he’s brought his girlfriend.

Slim:  Is that Annie?  He did not bring Annie to this thing…

John heads down the front steps and walks over to Pierre’s car whose windows are closed, but inside a yelling match can be seen.  John looks back to the front door and can see that Mark, Chuckie, and Thomas are cracking up.  I mean, it is a pretty funny situation, but one that John knows he’ll need to defuse.  He’s almost at the door, but Pierre gets out before and yells something loudly to his girlfriend Annie.

Pierre:  —JUST CHILL IN THE FUCKING CAR!!!  FUCK!  

Before Pierre has a chance to take any more steps towards John, Annie opens the door to lash out one more time.

Annie:  I DON’T GIVE A FUCK THAT YOU’RE WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS, DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING CUSS AT ME AGAIN.  FUCK!  Hey, John.

Annie slams the door.

John:  Dude, what’s up?

Pierre:  I don’t even know.  I told her I was going to this meeting with the homies and she got all paranoid and suspicious and when I told her what it was all about, she fucking flipped out and said that was the worst lie she had ever heard and that she was going to go with me.  She said she was trying to come in and sit down on the meeting, blah, blah, blah, but I told her she was going to wait in the car and stay there if she was going to come.  I don’t know what to do.  

John:  Here, go inside.  I’l talk to her.  Don’t worry.  It’ll be fine.  A bunch of the guy are already there.  Make yourself comfortable.  (Off Pierre’s look).  Go head, man.  It’ll be ok.

Pierre heads inside, face down and eyes forward.  Annie opens the door again.

Annie:  WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING!?  MOTHAFUCKA, I TOLD YOU YOU’RE NOT GOING TO THAT FUCKING MEETING—

John:  Annie, chill!  Chilllll.  

Annie:  What the fuck is going on in there John.  I know when that mothafucka is lying to me and this meeting shit is one of the dumbest lies i’ve ever heard.

John:  It’s not a lie, I swear.  We aren’t going anywhere but inside and just meeting up to talk about some things.  

Annie:  What things, John!?  What?!  Pierre gonna go up in there and talk about home?  Problems he’s dealing with?  He’s not dealing with shit—

John:  Annie, just slow down.  Just slow it down, ok?  It’s just a meeting where the guys are getting together, showing support for one another and discussing some things on their mind.  We don’t do it enough.  We don’t do things like that enough, I mean.  Women talk about those things, guys don’t.  I’m just trying something out, ok?

Annie looks at John skeptically.

John:  Now, here’s what I propose.  I want you to get in that car and go home.  Nothing is gonna happen, ok?  I’ll have Pierre call you when the meeting is over, alright?  If that doesn’t sound like something you wanna do, I get it.  You can stay in the car for as long as you want, but I can’t let you inside the meeting.

Annie:  Why, what’s wrong with me being there?

John:  This meeting is not for you.  That’s it.  None of the other guys brought their girls.  If this meeting goes well, who knows, maybe down the road we’ll have everybody together and talking, but not this one.  Now I’m gonna go back because I got a meeting to run.  You gonna stay?

Annie:  Fuck that mothafucka, I’m gonna go home.  Imma text you if he doesn’t call me, John.  And if he doesn’t call me, Imma beat your ass.

John:  I know you will and that’s why I’m gonna make sure he does it.  Go on.

Annie:  I swear to GOD—

John:  Just get out of here.  Jesus.  Drive safe, too.  I know how you drive when you get mad.  Clouds your judgement.

Annie:  Fuck you.

John:  I love you, too..

John closes the door and watches Annie’s car drive off.  As he sees Annie’s car disappearing from view, his excitement is rejuvenated when he sees one van and one Jeep trailing, signaling the arrival of all—yes ALL—of the guys he invited from his message.  As if all magically getting out of their respective cars at the same time and in synchronized motion, the ruckus starts.  

Patrice:  Yo, am I tripping or was that Annie in the car that almost killed us back there?

Cameron:  Probably cause Pierre told her she wasn’t allowed in the meeting.  You know how Annie is.

Anthony:  Johnnieeee!!!  Wassssuuuupppp.  Sorry we’re late.  Some of us kind of forgot to bring some food, so we stopped to get some wings.  Most of us contributed.  You can guess who didn’t.

John:  Already.  It’s all good.  Some of the guys are inside anddddd…I think we’re all here.  That’s what matters.  

Taylor:  I didn’t know what to bring, John, so I made a bunch of salad.  I got some dressing too on the side.

Five bags are brought out of the car from the local wing joint.

John:  How many wings did ya’ll bring!?

Anthony:  I think we got like 200 or something?  You said there could be 18 of us, so I figured if we didn’t finish people could take some home.  

John:  Well people will certainly be able to keep themselves occupied.  Let’s get it.  Let’s make it in the house.  

…to be continued.