#idk why i’m so upset about this i was just really looking forward to it today and now i don’t think it’ll happen for a long time

[theswampghost]

i was supposed to go see dp&w earlier today but the theater had a power outage and i don’t think ill be able to go back to see it 😭😭😭

[l-starsz]

thought this was kind of sweet idk:)

also why did i just remember that i had a dream about holding billies hand last night and speaking to her and now i’m kinda sad it wasn’t real😔

i had no one left. everybody left when i needed them the most. i was struggling so much with my mental health and i just needed someone. i had billie, but she was just so busy on tour. luckily she was coming home today, i needed her so bad.

she said that she’d come straight to my house to see me. she knew i was struggling but she didn’t know to what extent. i told her a bit about how i was struggling but i didn’t tell her why. i didn’t want to bother her while she was busy.

i’d just been really upset because all of my friends cut me off and replaced me and while billie was gone, i realised how dependent i was on her and how she was the only person i had left. it seemed like she was the only one who cared about me. i was so grateful for her i just felt bad for having to need her all the time.

i was having a really good day just because i was really looking forward to finally seeing bil after such a long time. i was cuddled up in bed with a blanket i always stole from her when i was at her house because it smelt like her, so it ended up being our blanket. obviously wearing one of her hoodies, and my fluffy pyjama bottoms to keep me warm.

she said she found it cute when i wore her hoodies, so obviously i ended up always taking one whenever i could. before she left, i stole extra ones just so i’d have backup ones because i knew she’d be gone for a while. i kept checking the time often, knowing she’d be arriving soon. i really couldn’t wait.

i was listening to music with one of my headphones in, the other one out so that i could hear her walk in the house. obviously she had a spare key. eventually, it was getting kind of late and i was getting tired. i was laying there with my eyes slowly closing as i scrolled through apps on my phone.

just as i was about to fall asleep, i heard the front door open and then close soon after, and her voice echoed through the house as she shouted up the stairs.

“guess who’s finally backkkk!!”

i practically jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs two at a time with our blanket wrapped around my shoulders, immediately jumping into her arms and clinging onto her. she held me in her arms tightly and pulled the blanket back onto my shoulders as it began slipping off. i felt her carrying me towards the living room, relaxing on the sofa with me still in her arms.

i buried my head in the crook of her neck and settled down. i’d missed this so much. we always acted like we were dating because of how close we were. it was never weird to us and honestly people often mistook us as a couple, and we understood why. she played with my hair as she placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

“you really missed me didn’t you angel?” her voice was soft.

“i missed you so so much.” i mumbled, holding onto her tighter.

“i missed you so so much aswell.” she smiled, allowing me to cuddle her for a while longer.

“please don’t leave for so long again.” i frowned.

“i’m not going anywhere baby i promise you.”

i eventually sat up so that i was straddling her waist, just staring at her beautiful features and smiling. i zoned out and immediately started thinking about how grateful i was to have her in my life. she treated me amazingly and always made sure i was okay no matter what. she was always there for me. i genuinely appreciated her so much.

i snapped out of my thoughts when i heard her saying my name and running her hands up and down my waist. she was smiling at me and giggling.

“you zoned out huh?”

i nodded, smiling at her.

“what were you thinking about?” she always showed an interest in stuff i thought about and cared about. i really loved that.

“are you okay?” she gently asked after i didn’t answer.

i nodded but my eyes welled up, and that was when i burst into tears, covering my face with my hands and wiping away the tears as they kept falling.

“oh baby, it’s okay i’m here now.” she pulled my down by my waist so i was laying on her again.

“why are you crying sweet girl? are you upset about something?”

i shook my head and quietly spoke.

“i’m just so happy, i really appreciate you and i feel so lucky to have you, you’re the best person i’ve ever had in my life and you mean so much to me.” i sobbed out.

“i’m always gonna be here angel, i promise. i know you’ve had a rough time lately and that’s okay, i’m not going anywhere, i’m here to help baby. i know you didn’t tell me how much you struggled when i was gone and that’s alright if you don’t wanna talk about it. i appreciate you so much too baby.” she rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head.

i just sobbed against her and felt so happy that she was finally back. we ended up cuddling all night after i fell asleep in her arms within only a few minutes, and she carried me back to bed. i loved her so much. i knew we both saw eachother as more than just friends.

(i don’t know if i posted this on wattpad already i might of done i’m not sure..)

[msmk11]

Don’t Care Less

therapist!Remus Lupin x gn!reader

Word count: 1k

CW: really not much; angst ig since reader is crying and upset but mainly just hurt/comfort

Summary: Your therapist, Remus, cares about you more than he should.

A/n: Hey all! Here’s a cutie little Remus fic for you. Idk what inspired me to write this but I can always use a little Remus comfort in my life :) I hope you can too!

No decent person liked to see others in distress, Remus Lupin included. But he could handle it. That’s why he was a therapist. Because he had thick enough skin to handle seeing people in pain, he decided to use it to actually help others. This had been true all of his life- until now. And you were the cause.

You- one of his newest clients and maybe also his prettiest. Scratch that, you were not only his prettiest client, but also the prettiest person he’d ever seen. With your big, soft eyes, enticing lips, and crooked smile, you had consumed all of Remus’ thoughts. His little crush on you, however, had made it very hard for him to do his job. Especially when you were crying.

Remus didn’t just dislike seeing you in distress, he hated it. It took everything in his power to not just swoop you up into his arms, brush your tears away, and kiss you silly until you’d forgotten all your problems. Alas, you were his client and he valued both his job and your trust. So as you sat across from him, tears streaming down your face and head in your hands, he was using all his restraint.

You’d been sobbing for about five minutes straight now, and it hadn’t lessened up.

Remus shifted forward in his seat and handed you the tissue box as a sort of peace offering. You weakly took one and blew your nose, trying to quiet your sobs.

“I’m, s-sorry,” you hiccuped, “once I started crying I just couldn’t stop.”

The brunette smiled warmly at you, “what have I said about apologizing? This is a sorry free zone.”

You gave him a faint, teary smile, and he was pretty sure his heart broke on the spot.

“Sor-“ You caught yourself before apologizing and had the decency to look sheepish.

Remus stood and went to get you a cup of water from the water jug in the corner. You accepted it with shaking hands and greedily gulped it down.

When you finished, you crumpled the cup and looked at him across the table, “I guess I didn’t realize how much I had pent up inside me. When something shitty happens, I guess I just push it down and move on. Because if I let every problem get to me, I’d fall apart. I’d never be able to put myself back together.”

“It’s your coping mechanism,” he said, understanding in his eyes, “which I’m glad you have, but it also can’t be your go to all the time. Holding it in isn’t healthy.”

Your bottom lip quivered a little, “I know. God, I know. It’s just a hard habit to break. When I’ve been doing it all my life, I don’t know any other way.”

Remus let out the smallest of laughs, “trust me, I know what you mean. Even to this day, I’m a chronic represser. It certainly feels easier to just ignore the problem. But it never really solves anything. And then it comes back ten times worse the next time.”

“Well, how do I stop it? How did you stop?”

Remus took a small sip of his tea and then looked at you honestly, “I haven’t fully stopped doing it, but I’ve gotten better. I’ve found people in my life who can hold me accountable. Who call me out when they see me trying to bottle up my feelings. I’ve found someone I can trust to talk to. Can you think of someone?”

You seem deep in thought over his question and the little furrow that formed in your brows made him swoon.

“Well, I, uh,” you paused nervously and Remus nodded at you to continue, “you. I guess. You’re the only person in my life that I feel like I can truly trust.”

“Though I guess I pay for your trust so I’m not sure that counts all that much,” you added with a slightly bitter scoff.

Remus’ heart both warmed at your confession that you trusted him the most, and also ached. You were right, of course. You did just pay him to be here. But how could he tell you that he actually cared so much more? That he cared about you after hours, out of the office, at all times of the day.

“Of course it counts,” he choked out, “sure, you pay me to be here, but I also want to. I’m a therapist because I care about people and about helping them. I care about helping you.”

And then, ever so quietly, he said, “maybe even a little more than I should.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his gaze and you were shocked by its sincerity. You think you might’ve shuddered a little and so you gripped your arms, pretending it was just cold, though you’d never felt warmer.

He stood and slowly moved around the table towards you, “I know it’s unprofessional, but I care about every little thing about you. When you smile I feel happier. When you cry I want to hurt whoever hurt you. Every time you tell me a little tidbit of information about your life, I soak it up, committing it to memory like my life depends on it. And I’ve tried to care less. I really have. But I can’t help it.”

“Please don’t,” you responded quietly. So quietly, he almost missed it.

“Don’t what?” He asked with bated breath.

“Care less.”

Remus was sure his heart stopped.

“Please,” you nearly pleaded, and then Remus was at your side. He drew your hands into his.

“I don’t think I ever can.”

You looked at him with these hopeful, begging eyes and he couldn’t resist you anymore. He pulled you close to him and placed the tenderest of kisses to your forehead. You nearly melted under his touch.

“What about your job?” You murmured into his chest.

He pulled away a little and looked into your eyes seriously, “we’ll find you someone else to see. And they won’t be better than me, but that’ll be okay, cause I’ll still be there. I’ll just be more than the ‘professional help’- as someone who doesn’t just care about you, but cares for you.”

“I, I’d like that very much, Remus.”

And his name sounded so good rolling off your lips for the first time, he had to restrain himself, yet again, from kissing you silly.

[luveline]

hi jade! i’m obsessed with ur writing. i also love angst so much idk i was thinking maybe for zombie steve, the stress of post college life and everything gets too much for them and it all kinda blows up into a fight and the reader is thinking like his life would be so much easier if we weren’t dating and then it’s them kind of making up??? totally understandable if u don’t wanna make these poor babies suffer any more but just wanted to throw it out there! haha

thank you for your request lovely <3 steve zombie au —a trivial fight snowballs, and you get some much needed reassurances. fem!reader, 3.5k

"I think you're tired," Steve says. 

You pull your backpack higher up your shoulders by the straps. "I'm not tired, Steve." 

"You haven't slept well in weeks," he says. 

"It's not the point. You're not listening to what I'm saying, you're just looking for the problem." 

"Because," he says gingerly, "I know that you wouldn't be saying this if you'd been sleeping. That's all I'm saying." 

"You're not listening," you insist. 

"I am, I am listening," he says, and he doesn't sound mad, but the ice is thinning. "I get that you think we shouldn't be moving along. I understand what you're saying to me, but I really think you're– it's fatigue. You're sick of moving around, I am too, but you know the risk if we stay somewhere." 

"You're not listening to me, though, you're discounting my concern because I'm tired, but if I wasn't tired I'd be saying the same stuff. We can't keep moving around, your knee is still hurting even though you refuse to tell me, and you think I don't know but I do know–" 

"So the problem is that I'm not telling you my knee hurts?"

"The problem is that you have no sense of self preservation and also that you're really not listening–" 

"I'm listening!" Steve says, his voice peaking. 

Robin turns to look from where she's walking just ahead with Sarah and the others. She meets Steve's eyes first and then yours, and she smiles at you tentatively, as if to say, Everything okay?

You shake your head at her. Don't worry about it.

"I'm obviously fucking listening," he mutters, looking to the sun as he combs his hair out of his eyes. 

"You don't have to be a jerk about it." 

"You're jabbing at me."

"I'm jabbing at you?" 

"It's black and white with you today. I say black and you say white, and it's giving me a headache." 

You huff a breath out. Arguing with Steve is easy, you did it enough when you first met, but it's different now. It hurts your feelings when he digs in.

"That's not true, I don't need to be contrary to disagree with you," you say. 

"But you are! You're just disagreeing with me because you're in a bad mood! You know we need to leave, you know it's the right thing, and I just don't want to listen to it anymore." 

"Why? Why is it so hard for you to listen to me? You love me," you say. It sounds odd, nearly questioning, and you both flinch. 

"Of course I love you. But I'm tired. I don't want to fight." 

"It wasn't a fight until you made it one," you say. 

Fight or flight doubles and you rush forward and away from him before you can get anymore heated. He says your name but you ignore him, falling in to step with Robin and Sarah. 

She frowns at you apologetically. "Sorry, can I…" 

"Yeah," you say quickly. "Of course you can." 

Robin smiles and drops back to walk with Steve. They don't speak, and you don't look back, but you're glad she's with him even if you're mad at him; you've argued, but you certainly don't want him on his own at the back of the camp's procession. 

Sarah smiles at you. She has big green eyes and pretty red hair, straight as a sheet and shiny as silk despite the circumstances. It's greasy at the top, so at least she's not perfect. 

"Hey," she says sympathetically, "are you okay?" 

Her asking has a heat brewing behind your eyes, but you find it to be annoyance rather than upset. 

You have to force the words out, "I'm fine." 

She nods, rolling the cord of her tent around her hand. It drags on the floor. It's the mode of transport the majority of your campmates have chosen for their tents and bags, a hundred pack of bungee cords wrapped around tarps and sacks to take some of the strain off of everyone's shoulders. It looks strange, all those camping bags dragging over dirt and grass. 

"Love is very difficult," she says. "I don't envy the fighting. But you and Steve don't fight much. I envy that, how happy you are." 

You breathe out slowly. She's nice, and Robin likes her, and you'd rather not take your anger out on her. 

"It's not difficult," you say eventually. You roll your neck and whine as it clicks. "It's easy. Just hard lately 'cos things are different." 

"I guess it's exhausting having to care about someone else. I can hardly find the energy to care about myself." Sarah laughs gently. "Not that people aren't worth loving, but the energy to look after someone, it must be tiring. What I'm trying to say is, I can see why it would be harder lately 'cos we're not at Oaks anymore, you feel like you're always on high alert trying to stop something bad happening." 

You hear what she's saying, but you focus in on the wrong part. It's hard, so hard, having to look after someone. And that's all Steve does. 

You look over your shoulder. Steve and Robin are walking side by side, Robin's hand curled around his elbow, her cheek dipped momentarily to his arm. "It'll blow over," you think she says. 

Steve nudges her. She nudges back. 

"Maybe it would be easier if he didn't have to look after me," you say. 

You say it because you want reassurance. Sarah races to give it to you, your shoulders relaxing in tandem as she says, "No way! He wouldn't want that, and you don't either. Try not to worry, Y/N. You just need a breather." 

—

You are being so, so quiet. Steve knows you struggle talking to him when you're mad. You're not cruel enough for the silent treatment but there's nothing wrong with needing space. He hates how crabby he got with you, but he also genuinely still thinks that he was right. 

Who knows. Steve sighs and scratches his stubbly chin. He has a zit coming, he can feel it, and it's driving him crazy. 

You'd offer to squeeze it if you weren't fighting. He knows that's a stupid fucking thing to miss, and want, but he likes you taking care of him. He loves that you don't care about the gross stuff, you'll do whatever if it makes him more comfortable. So he sits by the struggling campfire wishing you'd squeeze his stupid zit and say more than, "Hungry?" as you pass him a can of pasta. 

You eat in silence. Steve suffers it until he can't anymore.

"Do you want the rest?" he asks, offering you his half-eaten can of low-carb linguini. "It's boring," he warns. 

"Swap?" you ask, offering your bowl. You have a mixture of sliced water chestnuts, artichoke hearts, and half of a frankenfurter. 

You'd obviously taken the worse option. You could've given him the hodge podge, but you gave him the pasta. He feels bad for complaining and trades dinner with you.

"Do you…" 

Steve waits for you to finish. When you don't, he swallows around a chalky water chestnut and asks, "What?" 

"Never mind. Forget it." 

Steve raises his eyebrows but looks back at his meal. He was hoping you'd say sorry, because he's still feeling too proud but he wants to make up. He thinks maybe he doesn't deserve to make up if he can't bring himself to apologise —you were right that he should listen, even if he's tired. He should have more patience, just patience has never been his strong suit, and he's fucking exhausted and he knows you are too. He's sick of worrying if he did the right thing, and he's still mad at you, but he's starting to wonder if it matters anyways. It was a stupid fight that got too big. If you hadn't walked away, you might've been able to smooth it over. If he wasn't too stubborn to take the five big steps to your side, he could've done the same.

"I'm still annoyed," he says finally, "but I'm sorry for being a dick. Can we… gloss it over for now?" 

You usually give in pretty easily. You aren't eager to hold a grudge, a sucker for one of his tight hugs, but you seem pretty reluctant as you nod. He's not as forgiven as he'd like to be. It's fair. His apology wasn't the best. 

"Sorry," you mutter. 

"Am I a dick if I ask to talk about it when we've both had some sleep?" 

You shake your head, shooting him a nice, albeit small, smile. "I think that's a good idea." 

Robin appears as you're pitching your tent. 

"Okay, don't make this a big deal, but I'm sharing with Sarah tonight." 

You smile. Steve frowns. 

"Uh?" he asks. 

"We were talking about how you guys had your, uh, disagreement, and I mentioned that you're cranky because you never get to hook up because I'm always there, and she invited me. So that's what I'm doing. Maybe you guys will feel better after some time alone." 

"You think we're cranky because we aren't hooking up?" Steve asks, genuinely baffled. 

"Not really, but Sarah laughed. I," —Robin tucks her hair behind her ear, looking bashful in her huge hoodie— "really do think you could benefit from, like, privacy. Just have some time together. Don't argue again." 

"Thanks, Rob," you say. 

Robin presses her lips together in a funny smile and shoots you a double finger guns. "I'm a philanthropist." 

"Maybe you'll be less cranky when we see you in the morning," Steve says. 

"Please, Steven." 

Robin says goodnight. You and Steve pitch the tent slowly. He thinks you might be scared of being alone with him while things are still awkward, reluctant to meet his eyes, and you haven't smiled since the little one you offered at the fire. 

He sits at the entrance of the tent beside you and sighs. "I'm sorry." 

"You already said sorry." 

"I know. But I figured it couldn't hurt." 

You pull tufts of grass up in your hands, slouched forward into your own lap. He puts his hand on your back and rubs at your poor posture. Sometimes he worries that months ago, when you fell through damp flooring in a dilapidated building hundreds of miles away from here, you'd permanently fucked your discs. Your recovery was rough, and he barely noticed how much grief your back was giving you because he'd been so scared of the lump on the back of your head. He wonders if it still hurts. 

He gives it an extra soft rub to be safe. 

"Do you think things would be really different if we never met?" you ask. 

"Things would be awful–" He starts immediately. You cut him off. 

"Would they?" you ask, propping your face in your hand, elbow digging into your knee.

"What the fuck is your problem?" he asks. He's trying to be one hundred percent joking, but it's a solid 80/20, the 20 a startling hurt. "Would things be awful if we never met? Let me think about that one. Yes. Things would be awful." 

You smile weirdly.

He takes his hand back. "What, you think things would be better if we never met?" 

"For you." 

Steve gets this feeling like he's had hot water chucked over him, and his eyes start to hurt. They ache. He could cry for you, he really could. How can you even think that, for a moment, for long enough to ask him, and begin asking him an hour ago? You sat there for an hour thinking about it and this is still the conclusion you came to: you think things would be better for him without you. 

Steve takes your face into his hands. He needs you to be looking at him, straight at him and into his eyes as he tells you. 

"I would not be here without you." 

"But if you were–" 

"But I wouldn't be. And not because you saved me from geeks at the start," he says, frowning, furious, "or any time after that. I could be the best survivalist in the world and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." 

"Robin–" 

"Is my best friend. I'd die for her." His hands slide further back on your face. "But I wouldn't be here without you." 

"I make things so hard for you," you say. Steve watches helplessly as your eyes fill with tears.

"You don't, and if you do, I make things hard for you too." 

"I'm sorry for being miserable," you say, staring at his chin. 

He ducks his head to force you to meet his eyes. "It's okay, it's okay," —he wipes under your eyes with his thumb to catch a tear that hasn't fallen yet— "it's okay. It doesn't matter. You don't have to be happy, you don't have to be nice to me every second of every day, you just have to know what you mean to me and get a handle on it."

"No, 'cos I know I make it hard, I know I've been hardwork right from the start and I don't get easier. I'm always getting hurt–" 

"It breaks my fucking heart, but if you think that matters to me–" 

"–I'm not strong, I complain and I– I make bad choices, I cry all the time–" 

"Why do you think that?" 

"I'm messed up," you say, pulling his hands from your face. 

"There's nothing wrong with you." Steve squeezes your hands, shuffling closer to you on knees, desperate to set you straight. "Come on, Y/N. You need to be strong to get through this. You think you'd have gotten this far if you weren't strong?" 

"I got here because of you–" 

"I'm here because of you," he says firmly. Loud, angry, abrasive in the face of your heartsick tears. "Why can't you see that? Did I do something, to make you think you can't do this?" 

"You didn't do anything, Stevie," you sniffle, wiping your cheek with the back or your wrist, "and it's not the point." 

"What's the point?" he asks, much softer than before. 

You shrug. You wipe your cheeks again, stemming the rapid flow of tears spilling at the corners of your eyes. Your lashes are darkened triangles against your skin. "I don't know. I just wish you had someone looking after you who could actually look after you, rather than make you miserable all the time." 

"I'm not miserable." Steve takes in a big breath, hand tangling in the worn fabric of your shirt as he leans in too close. "Would you tell me why you're crying?" he asks quietly, tilting his head to one side. "Please. Just tell me what's wrong." 

"I don't want to fight anymore," you say, and you sob. 

"We're not fighting, baby," he says, hand slipping under your t-shirt. His palm roves the soft pouch of your stomach to your side, where he grasps at you, pulling you in toward him for a hug. His chin bumps into your shoulder, your wet cheek to his stubbly one. "This isn't a fight, this is me trying to make you feel better, honey. I don't want you to feel like this." 

"I'm worried you'd be better off without me," you mumble, lowering your head and pressing your eyes to his shoulder, the wet of your tears leaching into his shirt. "I'm doing it right now, I'm being fucking useless." 

"Why are you so afraid of being upset?" he asks, frowning.

"Because you never are," you say. You move into his touch, like you're trying to climb into his lap. Steve yanks you forward. 

"That's not true, you've seen me at my worst. You've seen me angry, and mean. Crying my eyes out." 

"You cry when things are bad. I cry all the time," you say, sounding very, very small. 

"Honey, I cry more than you think. I cried two nights ago. I cried when you were sick." He doesn't enjoy admitting it, because he wants to be strong for you, but he thinks his confession is a different kind of strength, and one you're in dire need of. "I'm sorry I don't always let you know. It's not fair. I expect you to tell me everything and I keep shit from you."

"Why did you cry two nights ago?" you ask, peeling away enough to look up into his face. 

He has to tell you, even if he doesn't want to. He should've told you when it happened. "I felt sick." 

"Yeah? Like nauseous? Do you feel sick now?" 

"Not really. I don't like seeing you cry, but I'm alright." Steve's hand slides down your side to the hem of your jeans, his thumb pushing into the waistband. "See?" he asks imploringly. "I felt like shit so I cried, and it doesn't mean you'd be better off without me. It just means I felt sick. You don't have to give meaning to everything, you really don't. I hate to say this, but you have to keep your head up. For me." 

You nod, sniffling and wiping your snotty nose with your sleeves. He bats your hand away and does it bare handed. There are much worse things in the world than this. In fact, he's happy to do it. 

"I'm sorry, for fighting with you and for crying all over you." You laugh, and Steve's heart soars.

"I love you, you idiot," he says. "I love you. Hold still a second." 

Steve climbs up on knees to press kisses from temple to temple, from temple to chin, and from chin to your lips. Your skin is hot and damp under his lips but he traverses unperturbed, trying to plaster each inch of your frankly gorgeous face in love. 

"I want you with me forever," he says, hoping you understand exactly the severity of what he means.

"I want you," you say. "As long as you'll have me. Forever and ever." You give a few quick nods, and the sadness drains from your expression, replaced with a relieved and ecstatic affection instead. "I really think I might be tired." 

"You think?" he asks. You laugh together, and he grabs your hand, giving it a sharp squeeze as he tacks on, "But I really need to listen to you, even if I'm irritable."

"We take stuff out on each other sometimes," you say. 

He squeezes your pinky finger. "We do. It's gonna happen. And I'm glad it's me and you, you know? I don't wanna fight, but I want it to be with you." 

"I want it to be with you, too," you say.

He can finally relax for the night. You make your way into your tent and lie on your backs, ankles hooked, a shitty paperback resting on your chest. The camp quietens as people head to their own tents for the night, though a gaggle of people stay awake at the fire, telling stories and laughing. Despite everything, there are moments when all of this feels fun. When Steve can pretend he's two years ago on a loser-group camping trip. And maybe he didn't know you then, but he would've seen you across the way and asked you out. Or he would've bumped into you at the communal showers and told you how to work the ice machine. Maybe you would've met at the lake. Maybe you would've hated one another. However you met in this distant what-if, Steve knows it would've somehow ended like this; your hand lifted to his hair and stroking wayward patterns, your breath sharp with spearmint. You'd brushed your teeth together over an empty can. Steve misses sharing a bathroom mirror with you hip to hip, but he'll take the small stuff whatever way it's packaged. 

"For the record? That was your stupidest question to date." Steve turns his head to you, tarp wrinkling under his ear. "Like, you're the queen of stupid questions, and that one still managed to surprise me. And you once asked me if I thought petroleum jelly had nutritional value." 

You flick his eyebrow gently. "I know it was stupid," you say, voice rough from a good cry. "I just couldn't stop thinking about it." 

He tugs you in for a forehead kiss, lavishing in the feeling of your skin under his lips. "You believe me, right?" 

He pulls away. 

"I believe you. I love you. I'm gonna keep my head up, Stevie, s'long as you start telling me when you need me." 

He thinks that's a deal he can make. "Deal. Easy." 

You grin at him. "Can I squeeze your pimple now?" 

"Yes!" He whips into a sitting position. "I've wanted to ask you all day." 

"It looks like an ingrown hair." 

"I'll have to stop shaving. Maybe I'll grow a beard." 

You don't bother sitting up, only beckon him toward you with a raised hand. "That won't be necessary, H. Just let me work my magic…" Your fingernail digs into his chin. "Ew, it's kinda gross."

"Please don't ridicule me."

[bucked-it-up]

I finally have some time and think about what happened in the episode and also in a way this season as a whole. This is probably going to be a ramble mess and I’m sure i will get some info incorrect as i am mainly doing this off of memory, i also haven’t fully read the post episode interviews but i know the gist of them. Now with that disclaimer out of the way I’m gonna just blurt my feelings out.

One. I want to start that personally for me the season has felt off from the beginning but particularly from after the opening episodes, i felt like the pacing was off and disjointed. I enjoyed the episodes don’t get me wrong but yeah something just has felt off for me writing wise, everything seemingly has been resolved quicker and easier than i think anyone thought it would be

Two. Might as well get into the meat of why i am rambling about my feelings. 806. Well it was certainly an episode. The miceli bucktomy scene that we have all looked forward to since we knew it was happening just immediately felt off. It was their 6 months? But yet Tommy seemingly got buck a present that didn’t fit what he has said about basketball at all in the past and to me felt dismissive as i was watching it. Buck taking a picture of the girls felt odd to me the tension about it idk just wasn’t for me but that part of the conversation could have led to interesting turmoil and lead to more stability. The Abby of this part. My first reaction was Ew. I was never one for the spec that Tommy was Abby’s ex never felt right and didn’t click but I would’ve been okay with it if it was handled differently. Tommy felt dismissive towards why Abby would be upset about a 2 year Relationship where they were engaged, like she had every right to be hurt and react maybe in a way you didn’t expect or like. While this led to a good speech from josh and gave buck the information he needed to know he would be happy in the relationship even if tommy had been with Abby and he understood why tommy did what he did or at least accepted it.

Three. The Break Up. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! They both express a want for a long term relationship and tommy decides that no that’s not what buck wants? And it also feels like it goes against him wanting a family somewhere to be and they were showing that he was becoming a part of it in 805. Just what was the characterisation in that scene? They weren’t the buck and tommy i know. Him saying buck? Like fuck you writers. You could have written a break up in so much more of a respectful way, handled it so much more respectfully not apparently doing 805 the way it was just to make 806 hurt worse. You had such a beautiful peace of representation on your hands and you just fucked it up.

Four. What i know of about the interviews. As said above ive not read them. I’m not in the right place to right now but i do know the gist of them. Why do you want buck’s character development to just fall back to season 1 buck, Oliver? Why? Tell me why it would make sense. Buck has shown longing for a long term relationship from the first hook up of the show. He didn’t sleep around after Abby who was his first transformative relationship as he said and tommy was he second major one again something that buck said. So why Oliver would he choose to fuck around? Why?

Five. The Eddie and Buck scene at the end. I will admit i didn’t properly watch it because i was too sad and that scene felt like someone had just rubbed a whole load of salt in the wound. I find out then from my friend that they had buck come over to eddies while he’s doing that pantless dancing and has shaved. Feels like bvddie ship bait not gonna lie. Would buck go to Eddie after a break up? Yes he would they are best friends why wouldn’t buck go there. But why couldn’t the scene be different, have it come at it from a different way.

Six. I dont know if I’m going to carry on watching the show, i have no nope for bucktommy coming back but if you do I’m really happy for you sincerely i would like some of that hope tbh. If i do watch it i will probably watch it after hearing spoilers.

Finally, I’m not reading this through so pls ignore any small mistakes but if you do want to correct me on something please do it kindly and politely. I love you all, my inbox is open if you need to rant somewhere and please take care of yourselves.

[kaiandels]

Addicted 2 You (don’t you know that you’re toxic?): e.w x reader

warning: toxicity between 2 partners, smut (MDNI), mentions of an “open relationship”, and severe mild swearing.

writer’s note: just got home from uni and this is the souvenir i brought home. Proofread! actually idk

✧*̥˚ we're always like this˚✧

✧*̥˚ but you like it ˚✧

You and Ellie have been in a relationship for more than 2 years, it was like any other relationship. Really. But there were times that it would get rocky, and eventually… Rockier, if that makes sense. You never expected that this would ever happen, or if this would ever take turns for the worst. Ellie Williams was your childhood sweetheart. back then when you were kids you both used to play house, she would be the husband. And you would be the wife. Although, both of your parents never really paid much deeper attention to that context. But then again, you were both lucky enough to be raised in such an accepting household.

Ever since the 2nd year of you and Ellie’s relationship, things have turned for the worst. The constant fights, the screaming, the cursing, the throwing shit around the house fights, and always ending the fights with multiple breakups. And to add with that information, after those “multiple breakups” you both would fuck like it’s the end of the world and then it’d be okay again. Not until Ellie said that she was eventually “bored” of all the toxicity radiating from your relationship and she finally decided that she wants to see other people than you, initiating an open relationship.

Although, you agreed. You didn’t want to make it seem as if you were affected by the thought of her fucking or seeing other girls. It was definitely a pride thing.

"Can't you just listen to me? please? just this fucking once, Williams!" You said as you watched your lover staring blankly in to her phone, not paying attention to any sort of emotions you were displaying right this moment. "You're such a dick.." You whispered, finally grabbing her attention as she snapped her eyes at you. "What the fuck did you just say?" Ellie groaned, getting irritated by the second and not wanting to take you in to consideration.

“Please Ellie, won’t you just listen to me?! I’ve been trying to get you to communicate as to why you’re so upset. I’ve just gotten home and you have done nothing but ignore me.” You raised your voice, the cracking evident in your tone. Ellie scoffed at you and threw her phone over to the side, “Who was that?” Ellie asked leaning forward as her arms rested on her knees. “Who was what?” You whispered. “Don’t play coy with me, L/N. Who the fuck was on your story an hour ago?” You raised your eyebrows tilting your head over to the side. ‘So that’s what she was mad about?’ You thought to yourself.

“Ellie, her name’s Ab-“ Ellie interrupted you by raising her hands, indicating you to stop. She stood up and met with you eye-to-eye. “I don’t give a fuck about what her name is. What is she doing with my girl?” Ellie held eye-contact with you, temporarily disregarding that dumb-founded look on your face which made her angrier. “I believe that’s none of your business. We agreed that we would start seeing other people and now all of the sudden… I’m YOUR girl?” You said stepping back not wanting to get close to her face. Ellie scoffed running a hand over her face. “Didn’t think you had the guts to do it. Shouldn’t have underestimated you.” Ellie paused for a second, sitting back down and leaning on the couch with her arms hanging just by the side of her head. “Leave her. Or breakup with her. Whoever the fuck she is to you.”

“Are you- God! Ellie?! Are you fucking kidding me?” You said now stepping closer to her. “You have been bringing girls over and fucking them in- MIND YOU. Our shared bedroom and when I finally meet someone who is a decent enough partner… you ask me to breakup with them? Are you fucking crazy?!”

“That’s not what we agreed on.”

“So? You mean you’re the only one who gets to fuck other girls but I don’t?”

“No, I mean, I’m the only one who should be fucking you.”

“What- Ellie-“ You gasped as you felt Ellie’s hands on your waist, throwing you on to the couch. No remorse or gentleness evident amongst her touches. “Ellie, not this again.” You said panting as you felt Ellie tower over you. “We’re gonna talk… like adults.” You said with a hint of hesitation on your tone. “I don’t know Babe, this seems pretty adult to me.” Ellie chuckled as she ripped your dress off, throwing it over to the side. You whined in frustration as you knew that you couldn’t get yourself out of this.

“Spread.” She said tapping your thighs, you complied getting off on hearing Ellie’s muttered curses. “What was her name?” Ellie asked ripping another one of your clothes off, which was your panties. “Wha- What?” You breathed shocked at the sudden exposure and also by the sudden question. “I thought you didn’t want to know?” You whimpered as you felt Ellie cup your dripping cunt. “What was that bitch’s name?” She muttered gliding the tip of her fingers against your slit.

“Abby. Her name’s Abby.” You uttered, giving up the control you had. Or did. No, you didn’t have any control. “I want you to moan her name while I fuck you.” Your eyes widened at the comment looking up at Ellie smirking. “Is that one of your nasty kinks?” You asked in a breathy-chuckle. “No, I just want to prove a point.” You raised your eyebrows and nodded leaning back on the couch, relaxing your whole entire body.

“Fuck.. El- Abby.” You stuttered as you felt Ellie’s finger enter your cunt. “I want you to close your eyes and imagine that she’s the one fingerfucking you.” You whimpered in response as she began thrusting in and out of you. “Abby.. I don’t think it’s fair that i’m the only one naked.” You huffed feeling Ellie’s pace increase in intensity. “Who gives a fuck about what you think?” Ellie groaned as she adds another digit, almost sending you over to the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut as your mouth agape, drooling over Ellie’s fingers.

“Abbbyyyy.. so good baby..” You moaned as you felt Ellie’s fingers curl inside you. “Is that what you call her? Baby?” Ellie asked as she starts pounding her fingers deep inside you. “Mhmm.. yes.” You answered making grabby hands at Ellie, she chuckled as she lend you her hand. “Mm.. fuck Abby.” You whispered as you brought Ellie’s hand to your mouth, sucking her fingers as she continued to abuse your spot. “I want you to beg for Abby’s dick.” Ellie ordered, 3 fingers already inside you. You moaned around her fingers gripping her wrist to keep a steady rhythm. “Beg.” You hissed, feeling Ellie’s hand land on your ass. You took your fingers out of her mouth. In a breathy-tone, you complied to her request. “Abby? Please.. I want your cock inside of me. Make it hard for me? Please?” You said earning a satisfied groan from Ellie.

“Lucky fucking Abby” Ellie muttered, you kept your eyes shut. Not opening them anytime soon as you weren’t ready for a punishment. You smiled cheekily as you heard Ellie’s zipper getting undone. “You’re glad i’m not leaving you to fuck some other bitch.” Ellie said, gliding her hands up to your breast keeping a firm grip on them. “So lucky…” You replied, practically getting dumb and dumber by the second. “C’mere, let me fold you in half. Just how I like it.” Ellie huffed, her hands leaving your breast and now travelling to the back of your knees. Pushing them up far to the point that you can feel your breast bump on to your chin.

“Abby usually likes it on all-fours but… this could do.” Ellie scoffed at your remark, earning you a slap on your face. “Fuck..” You hissed feeling the sting on your cheeks. “Don’t be a smart ass.” You start laughing, getting interrupted by a sudden pound on your cunt. Realizing that Ellie has not given you any warning. “Fuck! Can’t I atleast get a warning first?” You screamed in pain and unfortunately pleasure as you felt yourself getting stretched out. “Now, why… would… I… do… that. Fuck.” Ellie says in between thrusts.

“S-so good… buh-ba-“ You babbled. Completely cock drunk. Upon the thrusting Ellie did, she felt completely euphoric. “Yeah? That feels good? Much better than all-fours right? Huh?” Ellie smirked as she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You like that? Huh? You like that you’re going dumb because of my- fuck… cock? Hm?” Ellie whispered as her lips start to graze around your ear, making you completely weak. It’s almost as if you were just a doll that she could play with anytime she wants. “Mm.. ggha.. Ellie.” And there it was. The point that Ellie was trying to prove. “Who makes you feel this good?” Ellie pushed your legs further, basically allowing you to go face to face with your knees. The only thing that was practically visible was the slit between your legs that shows Ellie, basically beating up your cunt.

“Fucking say it. Come on baby, you can do it.” Ellie encouraged as she dug her nails deep in your calves, feeling herself get closer. “Hng.. ahh! Fuck! Ellie.. EllieEllieEllie..” You chanted. “Ma-makes me… feel… s’good” You continued to babble, basically seeing stars. “Yeah? Y’gonna come with me baby? Come on… takeittakeittakeit.” You screamed in pleasure, taking Ellie aback. “What’s wrong baby?” She said in between moans. “C-can… feel.. i-in stomach.” You stuttered grabbing her hands as you weakly placed it on the lower part of your belly. “L-look” You giggled, hiccuping as the sensation was too much which caused your body to react in shock. “T-thrust!” Ellie complied, feeling the bulge on your lower stomach against her hands. “Fuck, you’re right.” Ellie said, the tone of her laugh and moans mixing in together. “I’mgonna… cum..” You cried, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter. The sounds of skin-slapping and the sloppy kisses Ellie was placing on your neck wasn’t helping.

“P-please.. cum inside me.” You plead. Ignoring the fact that her cumming inside you didn’t make any sense, or wasn’t even possible. “Yeah? You want me to cum inside you?” Ellie said, completely torn to the idea. “I wish I could baby… w-wish I fucking could.” Ellie groaned as she felt her high coming close too as she felt the strap graze against her clit. “Y-you can.. please? Just pleaseee..” You whined as you roll your eyes back, your tongue resting on the bottom of your lip. “Cum with me baby.. let me put a baby inside you.” Ellie said as her hips start to stutter, thrusts becoming excruciatingly sloppy. Ellie chucked as she saw your tongue was out. She leaned over and sloppily sucked on your tongue, both of you moaning as you both came.

“Woo! Fuck yeah!” Ellie laughed as she slowly pulled out. Seeing your own cum spill from your leaking hole. “Mmph..” you huffed as you noticed that Ellie’s face softened from the sound. “You okay?” She asks as she slowly studied your face. “Why do you… have to be so mean to me?” You whispered, looking at her with doe-eyes. ‘Fuck’ Ellie thought as she smiled. “I know baby, i’m the worst.” Ellie said as she finally let her weight rest on top of you. “Don’t you… know that you’re toxic?” You whispered again, your eyes slowly starting to basically shut down. “You love it.” Ellie whispered back as she saw that you were trying to keep yourself awake. “Sleep.” She said, feeling very sleepy aswell. “Will you leave again? Like last time?” You mumbled, wanting to get it over with so you wont wake up with pain like the last time. “I don’t feel like it this time.” Ellie said covering your eyes with her hands.

“I love you, Els”

“Likewise.”

Special Tag: @ximtiredx

[mixelation]

some of the reborn au stuff i was working on

context: tori has applied to an internal chunin promotion, and instead of just giving it to her, minato was like "nah, go do the next exam in kiri. it'll be good pr for konoha if you're in the tournament, which i want you to just win. oh, but do it using really obvious and flashy fuinjutsu. and don't melt anyone we don't want to seem scary. idk you should try to be, like, cool and charming for potential clients"

so tori has made herself EXTREMELY stressed over this because while everyone else in her life is like "yeah obviously tori could beat the shit out of any random genin" she habitually underestimates her self. what if there is a deidara or an itachi in the tournament. ever think of that???

anyway this is introducing the other konoha-nin involved

****

Tori arrived to her meeting spot near Konoha’s front gate with two minutes to spare, take-away latte in hand. The genin of Team 2 were already there, looking distinctly nervous. 

They are so small, Tori thought with some anxiety. What if the Kiri-nin metaphorically tried to eat them? Actual thirteen year olds were vicious things, but they were also delicate little babies. Would Tori have to save them? 

“Hey,” she greeted. “Team 2? I’m Tori, the other genin.” They stared at her, nonplussed. Oh no, they’re scared little babies, Tori thought with some trepidation. “Er– where is your sensei?”

“We just got word he has meningitis,” the girl of the team said, sounding upset. She had the cute round face and the orangey-red hair of an Akimichi, flowing over her shoulders in two braids. “The messenger said someone else would be assigned.”

Tori squinted at her. Okay, yeah, that sounded… bad. 

“Viral or bacterial?” Tori asked. All three genin stared blankly back at her. Had she slipped up? They had different and fewer pathogens here. Maybe they only had one type…?

Oh, no, maybe thirteen year olds just didn’t know the difference.

Tori had no idea how one recruited a Jounin for a mission this long, this last second. In theory Minato could command ninja to do whatever he wanted, but he also seemed to operate under the policy that better treated ninja got him better results. There weren't a lot of people who would just be okay with being told one morning they’d be in Kiri for over a month, plus travel time in both directions. She imagined they were about to be set up with some sort of weirdo from ANBU.  

They only had to wait another fifteen minutes for their replacement Jounin. 

Oh my God, Tori thought as she stared at him.

“I’m Uchiha Shisui!” Shisui aimed his introduction at the team of thirteen year olds. He beamed at them, flashing his teeth. Compared to the little genin, he looked more like an adult than a gangly teen. “I’m looking forward to getting to know all of you. Let’s all get along.”

He took a moment to eye Tori’s latte with what she assumed was regular Uchiha judgment. She tightened her grip on it. She needed this latte, okay? Lattes were the only thing keeping her sane nowadays. 

The kunoichi of the genin team was blushing as she stared shyly back at Shisui. Tori felt tempted to pick her up and shake her. 

“Why don’t you all introduce yourselves before we head out?” Shisui said. “Because this is so last minute, I didn’t get a chance to brief myself on any of your backgrounds. Have any of you run missions outside Fire Country before?”

Tori knew this question was aimed at the actual children, because Shisui obviously knew all about Team 4’s missions and where she’d grown up via Itachi. The wording that he assumed they all hadn’t still made her hackles rise. 

Team 2 hadn’t ever been out of the country for a mission, it turned out. Akimichi Himi, the blushing kunoichi, said she’d gone on a month-long trip with her parents last year to research cuisines in Rice Country. 

“That’s super cool, Himi-chan,” Tori said, perhaps too loudly and quickly. God knew Shisui wasn’t good at not dismissing the incredibly interesting and rich lives of young ladies. 

Himi looked at her like she wasn’t sure why she was talking. Tori shut her mouth.

The two boys on the team were Kato Tetsuro and Uchiha Shouten. Shouten also seemed flustered to be speaking with Shisui. Tori had no idea why. Weren’t they cousins?

“I’m Tori,” Tori said when her turn came. “I’ve been outside of Fire Country before. Um, let’s see, I’m running solo because my genin teammates were already promoted. I already took the exam once, so I’m happy to answer questions about it.”

“But you failed?” Shouten asked, raising his head to eye her in incredible judgment. 

Is every Uchiha an asshole? Tori wondered. 

“Failing a chunin exam is sometimes more about politics than a ninja’s quality,” Shisui said smoothly. Well, at least he wasn’t condescending every time he opened his mouth. 

“Is everyone ready to head out?” Shisui asked. “Don’t worry. We can take this trip slow and steady. I want you guys to tell me more about yourselves.” 

And slow and steady they did take it, walking out of the village at a casual pace and then keeping that pace up for the rest of the day. Itachi would be having a meltdown. 

Shisui quizzed them on their specialties as they walked, since he’d been filling in as their mentor for the exam. His attentions were focused more on the young genin team, which Tori didn’t mind. He spoke to them like they were about eight, and if he used that tone on her, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep her tongue in check. 

When they breaked to make camp, Shisui went off on his own to scout the area. Himi immediately turned to Shouten. 

“Oh my gosh,” she gushed. “Shouten, your cousin is a total hottie.”

Shouten rolled his eyes. “He’s out of your league, Himi-chan,” he said. “Shisui-san is a genius. He’s one of the most decorated ninja in the clan, and he’s only seventeen.”

And too old for you! Tori nearly yelled at Himi. She knew it was normal for a kid to crush on older people, but… but!

“Do you think he could help you awaken your sharingan?” Tetsuro asked, and Shouten’s cheeks went red. 

“Never mind that!” Himi said. “Quick, tell me everything you know about Shisui-san. What are his favorite foods? The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, duh! Does he like girls with long hair or short?”

“I don’t know him that well,” Shouten griped, stretching his legs out in front of him. His face remained red. “The Uchiha clan is pretty big, and we’re not closely related. Plus, he’s like super famous. He’s the only one Itachi-sama ever hangs out with. He’s that good.”

What the hell is happening? Tori wondered as Tetsuro leaned back on his hands and started to wonder out loud what kind of training they could get from such a prestigious shinobi that the Uchiha Itachi would deign to be buddies with him. How do these random children know so much about Itachi?

“Oh yeah!” Himi said, turning to Tori. “Aren’t you the same age as Uchiha Itachi? Were you in his class?”

“Uh,” Tori said. 

“Why would she remember?” Shouten cut in. “He graduated in four months.”

“Really?” Tori asked, surprised. She thought he’d been in there a whole year… 

“Do you really not know?” Shisui asked, suddenly appearing behind her. Then he said, in a decidedly more authoritative voice than he’d used so far that day,  “Did none of you make any moves to set up camp?”

The conversation switched to splitting up tasks. Team 2 obviously already had their own system, and while Tori would usually be happy to just sit back and watch other people work, she felt self-conscious about doing it on their first night in front of Shisui. She was pretty sure Shisui saw her as full of herself and overconfident, and she wouldn’t give him more support for that theory. 

She ended up prepping ingredients for dinner under Himi’s command. She didn’t know how she ended up being bossed around by a little thirteen year old, but… well, what was she going to do? Tell an Akimichi how to cook? 

Over dinner, Shisui turned to Tori and asked, “How’s R&D?”

Tori was surprised that he’d both known her current station and also cared enough to ask. Did… did Itachi talk about her? She felt a flash of warmth at the idea. 

“It was a bit of an adjustment,” she said slowly, acutely aware of Team 2 also listening in. She wouldn’t go into why it was an adjustment, not with Shouten staring between her and Shisui that intently. “I’m going for promotion with the hopes of heading my own projects, actually.”

Shisui frowned slightly. “You couldn’t just get an internal promotion? Your mission record has got to be strong enough that you’d get one no problem.”

Shouten’s look was intensifying as he tried to unravel the conversation they were having. Shisui’s posture stayed loose and casual, like Shouten didn’t look like he was attempting to awaken his sharingan as he spoke. 

“I applied, but… um, Hokage-sama told me to do this instead,” Tori said. 

“Ah,” Shisui said, like that made total sense. “Yeah, okay. I thought it was weird he’d be taking you off R&D for a whole month…” Shisui suddenly straightened, flashing a smile at the rest of the genin. “The chunin exam is only a month-long commitment if you make it to the final stage. It’s no big deal if you don’t! Like I said, politics are a big part of these exams. Even your little hero Itachi failed his first exam.”

“No way,” Shouten exhaled. 

“Yep,” Shisui said with a wink. “By the way, Himi, this is really good.”

Himi preened. Tori considered tossing her dinner in Shisui’s face. She didn’t think Shisui was a slimeball who’d purposefully encourage a kid’s crush on him on, but also–!

The after-dinner talk turned into the other genin quizzing Shisui on missions he’d been on, and who the coolest ninja he’d worked with were. Shisui was incredibly vague in most of his answers, as ANBU missions tended to be super classified, but he had no problem dropping a handful of famous names, seemingly just to see the genin’s faces light up. ANBU operatives had tears of anonymity; basically everyone knew who Hatake Kakashi was and that he was a captain, for example. 

“Itachi is like a legend,” Himi babbled. “He’s two years above us, so he graduated before we started, but all the senior students talked about him.”

Shouten glared at his sandals as she talked, clearly… jealous, or something. Poor kid. 

“Oh yeah,” Shisui said, turning to Tori, who’s mostly been sitting out of this conversation. “How did you of all people not know Itachi graduated early?”

“Look, I knew he graduated early,” Tori said. “I just didn’t realize how early. Four months, seriously? You’re lucky he knows how to read.”

Apparently this was a disrespectful thing to say, as Team 2 all looked stricken and then turned to Shisui with wide eyes. Shisui just laughed good naturedly. 

“‘You of all people’….?” Himi repeated. Then she brightened. “Tori, are you a fan of Itachi?”

The tiniest smirk crossed Shisui’s lips.

“Yes,” he said. “The biggest fan.”

Fuck you, Tori thought. 

xXx

Tori did not bother to correct anyone on their assumptions about her and Itachi, mostly because she predicted that would turn the ten day trip even more awkward. Tori did not like the idea of anyone being impressed with her social connections, rather than Tori’s own accomplishments. She kept her mouth shut on her genin team. 

Himi did very smugly ask Tori for her crush list more than once. They were– technically– physically Himi was only a year younger than her. This would be a normal way to bond. But it also made Tori low-key want to scream. 

(Tori almost said Kakashi as a way to make Himi stop asking. He seemed like a normal target for a ninja celebrity crush, and she knew enough about him to have a conversation. But also, if that ever somehow got back to him, she would actually die.)

“How is Deidara not famous?” she did mutter to Shisui one evening while they were washing out cooking ware together. 

“I think they’re probably too young to be paying attention to the really interesting gossip,” Shisui replied. “Maybe you should hype him up. I’ll back you up that you’re a huge fangirl–”

Tori splashed water at him. “Oi!” she said. “Why did you even do that?”

Shisui flipped a pot over, pouring water back into the stream they were sitting on. 

“I thought you might not like them losing their minds,” he said. “I figured– like, if you didn’t like it, you could have just corrected me.”

This was… true. She did prefer it this way, if they had to talk about Itachi. But also: she still didn’t like it. 

“How is the entire world obsessed with him?” she wondered. 

“Beats me,” Shisui replied. 

They made it to Kiri midday of day ten, right on time. Kiri was surrounded by a thick, blue-gray stone wall. The individual stones were not uniformly cut, yet every irregular angle and nook fit perfectly into the neighboring stone. It was impressive. 

There was a guard outside the main gate, specifically for the Chunin Exam. Shisui chatted with her briefly and handed over their papers. Someone was called in to lead them to their accommodations, and while they waited for their tour guide, the guard lectured them on their rules of conduct for the stay. 

It was better than the rules they were given in Iwa. They could actually look around parts of the village, and they were getting an actual hotel room instead of abandoned dorms. No one patted them down for contraband. Shisui was handed a stack of food vouchers, good at any restaurant. 

Then something happened that Tori should have anticipated, but had been so stressed over other things that she hadn’t given it much thought. Kisame showed up to be their guide. 

“Really?” the guard asked, eyeing Kisame up and down dubiously. “Don’t they have better things for you to be doing?”

Kisame smiled, all friendly but showing off pointed teeth. Shisui straightened up, and the other genin shuffled nervously. Tori had no idea if a genin would recognize Kisame, but they’d definitely recognize he was a giant blue shark man. 

“I volunteered,” Kisame said. “I’ve met one of the entrants before. I was curious.”

Shisui’s eyes immediately shot to Tori, almost accusing. 

Oh, they really didn’t brief you, huh, Tori thought. She attempted to communicate this at him with her face. 

“Well, whatever,” the guard was saying. “Konoha, this is Hoshigaki Kisame. He’s one of our Seven Swordsmen. Be polite, or he’ll eat you.”

Team 2’s collective faces went pale, and Kisame laughed. 

He led them into the village, and Shisui stepped forward to lead the Konoha genin, walking at Kisame’s side. He introduced himself to Kisame, making small talk as they walked. Tori watched them, wondering how much Itachi had talked about Shisui to Kisame, before. Kisame was usually pretty easy to read, but he was also habitually polite. It was difficult to tell if he was being friendlier with Shisui than he would anyone else. 

“Iwa was an… interesting experience,” Kisame was saying, and then turned his head to flash his teeth at Tori over his shoulder. 

“Extremely interesting,” Tori agreed. “I hope this exam is comparatively boring.”

“With you here?” Kisame teased, and Tori felt her face go hot. 

“I’ll have you know that I’ve been explicitly ordered to be peppy,” she replied. 

“Peppy?” Shisui repeated, dubious. This was clearly news to him. 

“Are any other entrants here yet?” Tori asked, directing the conversation away from herself. 

“You’re on the earlier side,” Kisame replied, and then he made her work to get as much info on other teams as she could out of him. 

Kisame pointed out their hotel, and then took them on a walk around the surrounding neighborhoods they were allowed to wander freely. It was, as far as Tori could tell, a largely civilian part of town. But it was pretty and comfortable, she thought; she’d always liked all the greenery and little canals Kiri had running through it. The mood of the people they saw on the street was overall happier than when she’d last been here, eyes following them more with curiosity than disdain. Kisame had done a good job saving his village from civil war. 

The outskirts of the perimeter had some training grounds they were allowed to use, as they’d arrived two days before the start of the exam. 

Finally, Kisame said, “And then… well, technically it’s not inside the perimeter, but I could still show you…” 

Kisame had been largely directing his tour guide speech to Shisui, but now he turned to Tori, grinning down at her knowingly. 

“Have any of you genin been to a beach?” 

****

for anyone of you who picked up the moral inconsistency between tori being annoyed at shisui for potentially (though not intentionally) encouraging himi's crush and her own treatment of mangetsu....... yes <3

[shawtythatluvsurgut]

hey guys. i got back from seeing my dad (i was gone all of september doing that) and realized that im $150 short on rent for this month. i lost around 50 subs from that one month i took away and i totally understand and am not mad at anyone for unsubbing, but it’s put me in a pickle for paying my rent in november. by a pickle, i mean that im $150 short. it’s embarrassing to admit this, but i miscalculated when i bought my tickets to stay longer and thought id have enough for my upcoming rent. technically i should have had enough, but losing that many subs really put a dent in my finances. i’m kinda stressing right now so if anyone can send anything id appreciate the help so so much. i will also send personalized content as a thank you. you can also help by subscribing to my OF (im back to posting somewhat regularly) so that we both benefit.

i’m sorry that the disneyland plan didn’t work out. i was looking forward to eating good, way too expensive food, but my dad’s health took a turn. that’s why i made the last minute decision to cancel disney and extend my trip in north cal. i couldn’t get a refund because disney is full of cash cows, so im kinda screwed right now. i’m glad i recalculated before the first of november hit because i can at least try to see if anyone can help.

also, i have video ideas coming to my OF. right now i want to keep my weight somewhat consistent or maybe gain slowly because i, too, have been having some minor health issues (not due to gaining, but gaining isn’t helping right now). I AM NOT LOSING WEIGHT OR PLANNING TO. I am just going to go easy on how fast i gain. i have a stuffing video planned for this month, along with my usual pictures semi-daily.

i just needed to be upfront and let everyone know what is going on with me. my dad is dying, i’m in school and i hate it, school has been taking up a LOT of my free time, i didn’t calculate my money correctly, and i got my meds switched. i feel like a zombie lately. and i may have lost a friendship/relationship that was very dear to my heart in the midst of this stress.

if i had other options, i would choose those first. but, unfortunately, i don’t. i don’t mean to sound like a bum asking y’all to help me financially or sub to my OF or whatever, but im kinda freaking out a little. so if anyone can help, even just an OF subscription, i would GREATLY appreciate it. even if it’s just for this month.

i feel so pathetic right now begging for help online, but hopefully my upfront honesty will relate to someone. sometimes saving is hard and i’m a blonde so ya know i can’t do math and idk im embarrassed. if anyone wants to buy a custom please message me on here or on OF if you’re subscribed. i’ll be putting in the work to try to bring y’all back and keep y’all satisfied. that’s a big priority for me and im sorry again to anyone who subbed to watch me eat at disneyland. i didn’t want to cancel that, but my dad was officially diagnosed with congestive heart failure on the day before i was supposed to fly down to LA and i couldn’t leave him. he’s put in the work to earn his spot back in my life and i couldn’t leave him the day he got that news. i love him and my mom despite any hardships and the last thing i could do was ditch him. i hope me being real helps you guys understand why i didn’t deliver on the disneyland content.

i understand if you are upset and you have every right to be! but i figured maybe being honest about what im going through could maybe help some of y’all build back trust with me. i feel very awkward and uncomfortable sharing such intimate information, but i think it’s what’s fair to all of you. thank you to all who have stuck around <3 and thank you to any/all who subscribe and/or send me money to help me out.

sending so much love to you all, as this has been a hard year for more people than just myself. the world needs a bit of honesty and transparency, and you all deserve that, so that’s what i’m going to give. <3

- Nico

[babiebom]

Ranking my Mechat Matches Based on how much I Like Them(currently)

A/N: this isn’t to be mean or say I hate them or anything lmao it’s just for fun since I don’t see many Mechat posts on here and I wanna post something to make it obvious that I will write for them? Might be ooc for the writings but I try my best!!

Tw: cursing, some sexual mentions, maybe a little bit of bullying(affectionate and derogatory maybe), SPOILERS (maybe)

BC: at least 5 for each

Mechat Masterlist

First the guys since I am actually attracted to them:

1)Tamura Blood

Literal love of my life I’m always thinking about him

Like it’s not even like exaggerating when I say he’s taken over 90 percent of my daydreams

Like I was never really into the whole mafia romance thing before

But I genuinely want this man to be happy

Like I know he’s a character but I want him to be happy and if I have to write a million fics just to make it true for him I will

Like he actually cares even if he doesn’t show or say it and while I usually hate it he’s just so….

Idk how to explain it

He was my first match and when I first finished his story before they updated it twice I actually was VERY upset and checked on it every day to see if it would ever be updated

Idk what happens next because I’m playing through the updates now but

If me and him don’t get a happy ending I’m going to have a breakdown

I need a happy ending with him <3

The cheek kiss is the last thing I saw and I’m so mad he cheek kissed instead of lip kissed

Slow burn isn’t usually my favorite to read so this is actually killing me

But I literally look forward to his messages every day.

NAUR I FINISGED HIS STORY IN BETWEEN WRITING THIS AN DNOW IM SAD :((((( I LITERALLY J U S T BECAME HIS GORLFRIEND

MECHAT DEVS GIVE ME MORE TAMURA KISSES NOW!!!!!!!!!!

2)Yasuda Hitoshi

Honestly he annoyed me at first and I found it fun to mess with him

But he grew on me

Like even before him and me(the character obviously) started getting along he started to slowly work his way up on my list

And now that we’re getting married and he has told me about the monsters or whatever that he had to save me from

He’s super sweet even if he’s still sorta a big meanie

I think it’s cute

Like YES I love the guy who is mean to everyone but me trope

Like yeah he’s not mean but he isn’t really outgoing or nice with other people

Like he jokes and is cute and UGH

And the way he actually stands up to his parents for you is literally swoon worthy

LOVE MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

3)Johnny Roe

Honestly I think I skipped him the first couple times he popped up as a match

And then when I saw everyone talking about him I thought it was like

…..everyone was over hyping him

But then I got him as a match again

So I matched with him

And he’s actually so cute

And his storyline is cute

And he’s like one of my favorites (obviously seeing as he’s number three)

I now understand the hype surrounding him because I would actually kill someone for this man

And I want to fight the mother so bad

It makes me upset how he’s always like “she’s still my mom”

Like yeah but she literally ABUSED YOU?????

Like I understand completely and I know it would be hard to just turn off loving her for him

But UGH

I want permission to throw hands

And honestly not to trauma dump my mom is the same way

Like she’s not abusive but she was abused by our family when she was a kid(including my grandmother)

And she’s so fiercely protective of her and like I love my grandmother but UGH I have like a place of resentment in my heart for her because e my mom didn’t deserve any of the bad things that has happened to her

So I know firsthand what it’s like to have a parent somewhat like Johnny(my mom doesn’t have agoraphobia)

I guess that’s why I’m super fond of him? Because he’s familiar in a way to me

I just want him to be happy :(

4)Optimo Lynx

I got a crush on him slowly

Like at first I was MEH about him

But then he was a cute nerd who is studying to be a….doctor(????? I forgor sorry)

AND on the other hand he’s a superhero who has literally saved me twice

Like actually I love him

Very smart and cares about people

Like actually HE SAVES LIVES

Like ?????? It’s sad that the public can’t know his identity bc the government will be mad

And the fact I think he would hate that

But he deserves to be paid for saving people the way that he does

And studying on top of that

Like I wouldn’t be able to IMPRESSIVE MAN

wanna give him kisses

ALSO ALSO ALSO

I don’t think I’ve EVER mentioned this on my blog

But black hair blue eyes combo is my favorite

So actually he’s my dream man

I wanna give him more kisses!!!!

I NEED MORE GEMS SO I CAN KISS HIM

And maybe suck his dick if he lets me

5)Zander Echo

When I first started his storyline I only wanted to get him to like me bc he hated me

Like Oh? You hate me? You won’t after I follow this simple plan

But then he started growing on me because he calls me his little snack

And I know he means it in a cannibalistic way but it’s hot so oh well

Then he actually started caring about me kinda

And showed me the ocean in a way that didn’t terrify me (I’m afraid of the ocean)

Like actually while this is lowkey my worst nightmare

I can breathe underwater and I’m not dying or anything so it’s less scary

But I’m still scared of the ocean

It he has a castle that I live in so it’s FINE

Literally would help me get over my fear if he wouldn’t eat me

Also I wish I could give him smooches

6)Azur Blackshade

Ghost man ghost man grim reaper ghost man

Hot hot man

Actually so interesting

And sad

I wanna know how he works

Like I wanna pick at his mind

Honestly ghost types aren’t my favorite monster types but UGH

He makes me wanna write a fanfic of a ghost love interest or something

Really really like him

7)Jozef Chrobak

He was my number one for a HOT WHILE

like I think he’s so hot

And his art style is attractive

Like he’s a VERY good looking man

I do like making people like me

And the fact that he was so against love in the beginning made it more fun

And then the ex appeared and pissed me off

But we ended up together

The only reason he’s this low is because I stopped playing his route bc my own character was pissing me off

Like she’s such a bitch

Like omg he’s romantic now I hate it

Are you a dumb ass hoe or what?

8)Brook

I liked the poly aspect and he was VERY cute

And I’m pretty sure he was a nurse or doctor or the person in an ambulance and I find that super attractive

Like YES save lives papi!!!!!!!!!

And for the most part I liked the story

I could see myself having a crush on him irl

Sweet sweet man

I don’t remember much else since I finished it MONTHS ago

9)Felix

To start off Felix and Brook are pretty much equal

Like it’s a poly relationship and I like them pretty much the same

They’re both sweet men and they’re both attractive

Even though I hated that they all abandoned me

I do think it’s attractive that they all took time to better themselves and their relationship

Like it takes a lot to realize when to step back because the situation you’re in isn’t a good one or might lead to you resenting someone

They were cool

And he was a model so obviously he was hot

Love them

10)Vile Darko

Actually insane?

I like him a lot simply because he seems psychotic

Like WHO makes someone go through insane things for money or whatever

Like actually a clown and it’s attractive

Even though I’m scared of clowns

He makes it hot AND scary

Like I’m genuinely fearing for my life (in game) but I’m also like yeah if he kills me it’s fine bc he has to touch me to do that :)

11)Enzo Gomez

I was SHOOK when I realized he wasn’t just a dog man

Like he’s an actual human that was cursed

He’s a werewolf but Doberman style

His human form is attractive

And don’t kill me but the dog form is somehow attractive(maybe it’s the teeth? Idk)

And his story is kinda sad

Well sad in that he is cursed

I’m pretty sure he was a horrible person and that’s why he was cursed

And I’m glad he has become a better person because of it

12)Lan Ying

He was up at the top before I finished his story a while ago

And now he’s back but I’m not as crazy about him because I’m crazy about tamura so I haven’t played his update yet

But I do LOVE him

Like actually a dom that isn’t an asshole

And I do like shibari and he’s nice

I hate that he ties other people up though

Like mine and only mine?

Seems like a very level headed guy and that’s very attractive

Probably one of the least toxic in this list ngl

13)Eichi Hirano

I’ve never really been crazy about him

Like even though I’m a hyper sexual person his is ONLY sex and sometimes him having trouble with his hotels or whatever

So I wasn’t really interested in him

In still not all that interested :/

He’s cute though

And obviously the sex is good for my character so I guess

I do think he’s kinda nice though, so I do like him

14)Rei

I think he is the SWEETEST guy in an unfortunate position

Because his sister is manipulating him into being basically a scammer and he doesn’t wanna do it

But she gets pissy with him if he refuses

And while I know he could take himself out of that situation

It’s hard with siblings that you wanna keep in your life or whatever

Especially because they’re twins

My only problem with him is that he doesn’t have much of a spine

Like I would like him to stand up to her

But like he’s sweet and I hope the rest of the storyline is good. I kinda stopped playing it

It’s like only two dates that they have?

I don’t feel like wasting diamonds on them right now lmao

15)Dare

I think he’s hot

But in reality I would hate him

I hate playing truth or dare bc it makes me anxious and I can never think of anything

also he knows exactly how he’s making those people suffer and acts like he doesn’t

Actually manipulative

And everything is a game to him UGH

It just annoys me

The sex was cool though

And he is kinda interesting

But like the whole four horsemen thing is an ewie to me

16)Ezra Michelle

I do actually really like Ezra

But I hate the fact that I can’t romance him

I wanna romance the pastor man

I wanna give him smooches but NAUR he’s dedicated his life to the lord

Also he’s cool for a pastor

Obviously they weren’t gonna put a total asshole extreme Christian person in the game

But I do think the way he’s written is very Joseph dream daddy coded but cooler and less shitty

Like Joseph was a shitty man

But Ezra is really cool so far

He’s only this low bc I stopped playing bc I was sad I couldn’t marry him and went after people I could romance instead

17)Drink

He wasn’t really there in the storyline

Like dare was the main character I guess out of the four

Drink and dance barely showed up

But I liked him

And I think his super power of making drinks is cool

Because I hate alcohol and how it tasted I think he would be really dangerous for me if he can make a drink that doesn’t taste like ass

And was kinda nice when we finally got to talk to him

But otherwise he wasn’t really there oof

18)Social

He was more there than drink and dance but he annoyed me

Literal definition of influencer

I was ANNOYED the entire time I had to talk to him

Like can you GET OFF YOUR PHONE

I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR FOLLOWERS

GET YOUR CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE BITCH BOY

Like his only personality trait is social media

And yeah granted his name is social

But the others were much more interesting than him

His only good trait is that he’s hot and could probably make me famous if I wanted him to

19)Joon Hwang

I don’t remember him oof

I think I liked him a little bittle but I don’t remember anything about who he is or his storyline so eh

20)Seong On

Like Joon I have no idea who this guy is even though I know I did play through some of his storyline

I have nothing to say about him yikes

Now onto the women since I did match with them!!(my storyline beliefs might be wrong because I speed through them for gems)

1)Naya Honoka

HER STORYLINE IS INSANE?

Like actually I was like OOOH a cute nurse when we first started talking

Then as time went on I was like oof she has no time to herself but she’s so nice and cute

And it was just the right amount of spicy that I was like yeah this is KINDA realistic

LIKE SHE SAVES LIVES WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM HER (other than time)

Then it went into a whole hostage witness protection thing

And I was like HUH

My character in this pissed me off

Bc why when she says HEY don’t say my name call me Hannah instead

My character says Naya 400999 times like MAAM

STOP OUTING HER!!!!!!!!!

Anyways she’s so sweet and deserves love and I want her to be happy and get more breaks from working

Only thing I currently don’t like is how she literally is spending our honeymoon being a nurse

But also irl I would be okay with that bc that means I can be alone for some of the day so oof

2)Eiko Suzuki

I like her more now than I did in the beginning

In the beginning she was kinda annoying

But now I’m like OKAY she deserves the WORLD

Like not because she’s a kitsune but like she is SO PRETTY

And I do like that she’s a family girl

I do think it’s weird that she was like “I don’t want anything serious”

But wanted us to help her with everything

Like I think at this point we’re something more but they haven’t made it official

Which bothers me bc I need to know I’m the only one

And her storyline is also insane

Like WTF your ex boyfriend ruined your life and is BACK to ruin it even more

AND your family can turn into cute ass foxes and you didnt use that to your advantage and KILL HIM?

Literally just maul him as a fox and be like

OH NAUR my bf got mauled by a wild animal I wonder how this could’ve happened?!!!!!!!!!

I do think she’s cool though even though we have to help her with everything and she doesn’t think things through sometimes

I also think it’s funny that since I’m not spending diamonds on her choices that my character is a complete asshole

Like she left her to die LMAO

3)Lexi Rose

I LOVE THAT SHE COSPLAYS

like actually her being an otaku is so cute

And I’m pretty sure she got a tv show opportunity at some point I don’t remember

Like I’m proud of her

Sad that she feels like her true self isn’t very cool

Bc I really like her

She seems sweet and cool and her interests are ones that I like

Like I might not be the biggest anime fan

But I would watch several with her as dates

Like we do not have to leave the house lets snack and you can tell me all the attack on titan lore.

4)River Morales

PRETTY WOMAN

would’ve been number one had I played her recently

But I haven’t played her for WEEKS

so she went down as I lowkey forgot about her

Honestly she was cool and I love that she’s an artist

And I do like the poly dynamic

And the fact that she was REALLY honest about her feelings towards the end

Hate that they kinda abandoned me

But I do like her a lot

Super sweet girl

I think she was sorta insecure in her storyline and I hate that for her

5)Reko Lamarr

Dommy mommy dommy mommy

She’s kinda a bitch

And as a dom I feel like she’s pretty……

Needy?

Like I feel like she should just be a bratty sub or something

Maybe it’s bc I prefer service doms?

But she’s like serve ME worship ME

instead of being a cute dom?

Like MAAM tell me what to do but love on me too

She’s cool tho

Like LOVE a business woman

Get that money queen

She’s VERY stressed

And actually kinda hot when she spanks us

Just wish she was more service-y instead of demand-y

I want to be babied pls

6)Alice Young

She’s okay I guess

I’m not really into sports

And I just started her storyline

And I kinda find the sports thing annoying

Maybe it’s bc I’m not…enthusiastic? Driven about sports that I’m like????

Just FIRE HIM??????

He’s a coach not your dad

Hire someone that cares about your mental health as well as you winning

Like girl just say that you wanna just be friends until you’re done with your tournament or whatever

Like why even join Mechat if you have a whole sports thing you wanna win

Like focus on that THEN join dating apps?

Other than that she’s pretty and cool

And I think her being athletic is attractive

7)Dance

She’s not that bad at all

But we hardly have content of her?

Like we barely see her during the storyline

So she’s okay I guess

Likes to dance and so do I

The only downside is that she’s part of the four horsemen

The upside is that I found the dancing plague in France to be funny and as soon as I saw this party was like that I cackled

But also not really funny in theory

Also kinda dislike her bc she thought the people were having fun when she knew they weren’t

I think she would be fun to be around in small doses.

8)Eura Alabaster

WOULDVE BEEN DEAD ASS LAST IF IT WASNT FOR RAITAS BITCH ASS

I actually HATE her

Like overconfident people don’t really bother me

It’s just SOMETHING about her that pisses me off

Like the way she is makes me want to beat her to death with my fists

Like she’s annoying and overconfident and stupid

AND she kidnapped me

Granted I’m not against someone kidnapping me(in the fictional world)

SHE JUST HAD TO PUT ME ON A BOAT

I HATE boats

I hate the ocean

I think that’s why I hate her so much

The fact that it’s the ocean we’re dealing with

And she’s triggering my irrational fear of the Bermuda Triangle

So it’s stressing me out

I just hate her

9)Raita

I haven’t finished their storyline so if she turns out fine later sorry

But right now

AT THIS MOMENT

I hate her and how she treats Rei

Like she’s an actual bitch and I hate that my character hasn’t said so

Like actually I would’ve been like ??????are you dumb or stupid why are you such a bitch ass hoe????

She’s so mean and for WHAT

He has done nothing wrong but she acts like he has

Like he doesn’t want to scam people but this scamming ass bitch is forcing him to

And I know someone is gonna be like “he can make his own choices”

Sometimes when it involves family and staying on their good side you don’t really have a choice if you want them in your life good or not

Like I HATE HER

[ninyard]

do you think andrew and aaron talked about his testimony before the trial, like about what andrew was going to say, or did aaron find out the full extent of what happened at the same time the jury did?

hmm. good question. i don’t know! easy answer: no, not at all. i think aaron is completely clueless going into it and every word that comes out of andrew’s mouth on that stand hit him like a fucking truck. i think he holds his head in his hands because he can’t listen to it, it hurts too much, he can’t see andrew like this. andrew doesn’t want him to see him like this. so clinical. so straight forward and honest about his abuse. describing what drake did to him, for so long, and nobody knew about it? nobody had any idea what andrew was going through? yeah i think it really upsets aaron when andrew takes the stand, because he had no preparation whatsoever for what he was going to say. he’s expecting andrew to talk about that night, and then andrew is talking about being 13 or 14 and it’s just. it’s awful.

the other answers:

1. it comes up in their therapy sessions. a week or two before the trial andrew mentions that he’s probably going to get called as a witness and privately he’s already spoken to bee, but in their joint sessions aaron brings it up first. he mentions something about how he’s worried about andrew having to speak about that night on the stand, and how he doesnt know how he’ll be able to sit in that room and hear about what drake did to him for the first time there, in front of the judge, a jury. andrew tells him not to worry, to just cover his ears and not listen. but it ends up in possibly a very loose conversation, andrew telling him what he’s likely going to have to talk about, purely so aaron isn’t sideswiped on the stand.

2. maybe they talked privately about it. they’re both restless and freaking out for the week before the trial and maybe they just catch each other at the wrong/right time and they ask each other what’s going on. aaron tells him everything, blurting the things out that he can’t talk to anyone about, his fears his worries, how he can’t sleep the closer it gets. but one thing he mentions is andrew. and andrew tries to get him to be quiet about it, but aaron keeps going, and he talks about how he doesn’t know what he’s going to do, with andrew up on the stand talking about his abuse, the things he had no idea about. andrew asks him why he’s worried. and aaron looks at him but he can’t look him in the eyes and he’s just like. i don’t know how i’m going to look at you knowing the truth about what you’ve been through. and i can’t hear that for the first time in front of all those people. so maybe andrew alleviates his stress by opening up, by telling him the roundabout truth about what he’s going to have to talk about.

3. aaron’s lawyers tell him. whether andrew would be in the room or not, idk, but they’re talking through their points and they brief aaron on what andrew is likely to be asked. maybe they show aaron andrew’s statements. maybe aaron has to read in andrew own words who drake was to him, and then he has to go out and sit in that courtroom and watch his brother take the stand feeling different about him. knowing too much, but at least knowing what to expect when the prosecutor starts asking questions.

[alimaybankkk]

fraud

summary: summer flings to enemies to best friends to lovers with jj.

warnings: light mentions of sex, abuse, uhh, idk except MAJOR ANGST

pairing: jj maybank x kook!pogue!reader

jj liked sarah. he liked her a lot. sure, he would have never have given her the change john b did, but whatever made his best friend happy made him happy, too.

and soon, sarah was his best friend, too. he liked her a lot more now, thankful that his friend had brought her with him. he liked getting new friends.

things with sarah were going great. she was a great friend. there was nothing he hated about her until she showed up with another kook at the chateau.

kiara must have recognized her, too, cause she ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

jj recognized her. it was one of the girls he slept with a few years ago and led on for a few weeks. she had had feelings for him, and it made him infuriated. now, he hated her .

when sarah walked in with her, he immediately stood up and walked away. she recognized him as well, biting her lip as she watched jj avoid her gaze. she’d tried to say hello, but he just looked at her and rolled his eyes.

weeks later, it was the same routine. eye contact, dirty look from jj and a smile from her and silence. sarah was bringing her around every day, and jj could not be more mad.

the traditional pogue boat night was coming up and unfortunately for jj, sarah had invited her to come.

“john b, how do you let sarah bring that bitchy ass kook around all the time?” jj asked, touching john b’s shoulder.

“you have to stop this, j. we talked about this. be nice to her. she’s a really nice person!”

jj scoffed. “like hell she is.”

“why are you such a jerk all the time? she’s coming today whether you like it or not. you’re going to get along with her.”

jj let john b walk ahead of him, slowing down and kicking the stump of a thin tree that fell immediately after. he smirked, his confidence boosting his mood.

* he watched you from afar, gritting his teeth. his head was spinning as he watched you dance with kie and have deep conversations with pope.

he’d watched the entire day. sitting there, thinking of all the reasons he hated you, but when you walked up to john b and started calling him “bird,” he flipped.

“get out of here!” he yelled, stepping up to you.

you were taken aback, watching jj’s eyes as they practically turned red. “‘scuse me?”

he shook his head. “you can play dumb all you want, kook princess. stop acting like you’re perfect. you’re nothing but a fraud.”

“i’m..”

“don’t wanna hear it.”

“jj!” kiara meddled, slapping his arm.

you raised an eyebrow. “i don’t even know what i did to you. you always have a problem with me. what is it?”

“stop it, guys!” sarah squealed, pushing jj. “what is the matter with you?”

john b stepped forward. “all you do is give each other dirty looks—”

“i’ve never done anything to him!! i’m always so nice to you, and you treat me like shit!” you yell, tears coming from your eyes. “i apparently don’t belong anywhere. too poor for the kooks, but too rich for the pogues. nobody wants me. and your little group was the only one that did. the only problem is you, maybank.”

he took a deep breath, stepping closer to you. you thought for a moment he would apologize, but instead he licked his lips and nodded his head up. “get out of here, princess.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you shoved him away, kneeing him in the nuts. he groaned and bent over.

“fuck you, maybank.” you said before mounting his bike and riding away.

* you curled into a ball in your sheets and listened to your parents fighting. you wished you could go down and get them to stop, but you knew it would result in you getting hurt.

sobbing, thinking about what happened today surely would make you upset. jj had banned you from seeing your friends and it hurt. they were the only people that accepted you and you didn’t know what to do.

you gave up on caring. you got up out of bed as fast as you could and sprinted downstairs when you heard a glass break.

your dad swayed, drunk, and when he say you, he walked to you. “hey, peach!”

“dad,” you whispered, looking past his shoulder. “what did you do to mom?”

he chuckles. “you mean that little bitch? don’t worry ‘bout her. she’s just sleepin’ little thing.”

“no, no,” you said, trying to push past him. “mom!! dad, what did you do?? what did you fucking do?”

he shrugged. “bitches get stitches. threw a bottle at her. no big deal she just passed out at the shock, peach.”

“dad,” you cried, tears welling in your eyes. “please, please let me see her.”

“‘don’t think so darling. wanna watch a movie? food old fashioned popcorn, yeah?”

you shook your head and when you tried to push past him the last time, he shoved you to the ground.

“dad, stop!” you cried, slapping his shoulders.

he laughed, punching you in the mouth. “look, peach. this is for ya own good, got it? not gonna stop hurting you until ya realize your mom’s a bastard.”

“no, she’s not!” you managed to cry. he only chuckled and banged your head on the ground once more.

“ya gonna regret this, peach.” he backed out of view for a moment and you squeezed your eyes shut. suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach.

it shocked you into action, screaming at the top of your lungs as you opened your eyes. he was dragging a broken piece of glass on your stomach, otherwise he was digging his fists into it.

“dad,” you breathed. “wh-da-dad, stop it. i get it. i get it. mom’s a bastard.”

“say it louder.”

“MY MOM’S A BASTARD.” you sobbed. he dropped the glass and stood, leaving the house immediately.

you laid there for five minutes, sobbing and aching until eventually you got the strength to take care of your mother. after cleaning her face which was painted in cuts, you slowly took her to the guest room where your dad would not find her and tucked her safe and sound under the covers.

you bit your lip. the plan was worse. you looked down at your shirt and saw a big red puddle forming. “shit.”

you ran to the bathroom and put pressure on the wound, moaning in pain. eventually it stopped bleeding. you had cuts and bruises on your face that were able to be covered so you let them be. besides, no one would see your stomach anyway.

you wobbled to your room and slid on a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt, turning on your lamp and crying in silence for a little bit.

you heard footsteps outside of your window. cursing, you sobbed, “dad?”

the window opened and there was not your dad, but jj. you couldn’t even explain why you were relieved to see him. you just were.

“jj,” you said, wiping your tears. you looked over at the lamp and turned it off so he wouldn’t see your cuts. “what are you doing here?”

“came to steal my bike back and decided to drop in and check out your crib,” he said sinisterly.

you frowned. now, of all times, was not the time to argue with him. “jj, i need you to leave.”

“why? can’t i check out the bitchy princess’s home?” he snarled.

you shook your head and stood. “jj, please. i’m serious. go.”

he shoved you and you stumbled against the wall, your body aching so bad you let out a glass breaking cry.

he raised an eyebrow. “pussy.”

you opened your eyes and started at him, wishing you could yell at him. he had no clue what was going on.

“get out of here,” you said, falling to the ground.

he shrugged. “fine by me. you stink like a brat.”

you sobbed so hard as he closes the window after leaving. * he pinched himself.

he punched himself.

“what the fuck is wrong with me?!” he yelled, punching his wall.

he was overly aware of his being a jerk to you. he was punishing himself hard for it. he never chooses to do it, it always just comes out. every time it happens, he ends up crying in regret.

not a single word is true.

not a single “i hate you” is true.

he wanted to kiss you. only recently.

at first, he really did hate you. he knew you were pretty and he knew your body was pretty with his experience before meeting you again, but he never thought you were a good person.

your smile made him sick. your laugh made him angry.

until a few weeks ago.

your smile made him lovesick. your laugh made him angry.

that he was such a jerk to you.

and he knew. he knew he could not stop, no matter how hard he tried.

he knew that it would forever be like this and he could never hold you in his arms and kiss you until you felt better. it would not be fair to you.

so everyone he was a jerk to you, he would come home and wreck his room and his walls, each hole in them representing each word he regretted.

there was no going back now. he knew you would never forgive him. and it was fair. you didn’t deserve someone like him. but the problem was—

when you had told him you loved him when he was sleeping with you a few years ago, he froze. he never heard those words before from someone who wasn’t family or friends. he never saw you that way. he felt guilty about it.

so he pushed you away and eventually, the distance made him hate you.

but now, every time you get on the boat and flash him a shy smile, he only rolls his eyes because of how pretty it was. or how he knows that you will never be his and it hurts him so bad.

“i’m stopping this now,” he whispered after a while, sitting on his bed.

he was sick of hurting you. he put his hands on you in a hurting way and when he watched you cry because of him, he wanted to off himself then and there.

“i’m so, so sorry baby.” he whispered, hoping that maybe the feeling that he didn’t hate you would somehow be carried into your heart.

* in the morning, you dressed in baggy clothes and started your car. after jj basically jumped you yesterday, you didn’t care what he thought.

he was just like a kook.

a bully.

you winced at the pain as your back hit the seat and your stomach touched the wheel. your eyes almost filled up with tears but you blinked then away and drove to the chateau.

when you got there, jj was chilling in the hot tub, but you’d didn’t say anything.

“hey, princess,” he said, making you stop. the tone of his voice was different. “i’m sorry about last night. did i hurt you?”

you rolled your eyes. “shut up, jj.”

he licked his lips. “right, yeah, i deserve that. um.”

“jj, don’t you care that i’m human? kook or pogue, i’m human. i think i deserve to be treated like one.” you said.

he noticed you weren’t even speaking to him. your eyes were filled with tears and your voice was distant. you weren’t even looking at him. you were looking in the direction you came from.

jj’s heart dropped and hurt like a bitch. he wanted to cry and hold you in his arms, but he knew you hated him.

“y/n,” he breathed. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you said quickly.

he sighed. “wanna come in the hot tub?”

you blinked, thinking of the gashes and bruises on your stomach. “i think i’ll pass.”

“come on, princess,” he whined and took a puff from his joint. “you can have a j, too.”

“jj, i can’t.” you said after a minute of silence.

he sat up. “why, don’t want me to see your curves? i’ve seen them before, pretty girl. in fact, i saw every bit of them.”

you almost folded. you couldn’t let him see your bruises, though. “jj, i have to go.”

you tried to walk past him, but you were stopped when he grabbed your hand. “stay, baby. please.”

“why are you being like that?” you asked.

he shrugged. “i’m sorry about everything. come in.”

you sighed and stepped into the hot tub with all of your clothes on.

“are you kidding me?” he scoffed.

you shook your head. “gimme a sec.”

you slid your sweat pants off and then your sweatshirt, discarding the soaking clothes over the side of the hot tub.

you immediately brought your knees against your chest, hiding your stomach.

he giggled and splashed at your face, wetting your hair.

you giggled back and rubbed your face in your hands and took them back down, spotting the concealer on them. it was not waterproof.

“y/n?” he asked. you looked up, expecting him to be frowning at your face, but instead, he was looking down at your stomach.

“shit.”

he gasped, standing up. “who. did. that.”

you shook your head. “jj, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“i said, who did that?” he asked.

“no one, jj. why do you even care?”

he grit his teeth. “cause i will kill whoever touched my girl.”

you looked up at him as he caressed your face. you sighed. “my dad.”

he looked to his right, cursing. “i’m sorry. and me too.”

“what?”

“my dad does it, too. it’s okay. i got you,” he said as he hugged you, careful not to touch your stomach.

you sobbed into his shoulder, knowing this was the start of a friendship with jj.

* months had gone by and he was your best friend. you were with him all the time. if you were to tell him you were going home, he’d say, “your dad home?”

and if it was yes, he’d say, “‘m comin with you.”

* he sat on your bed, holding your hand as you cried about your dad. “it makes me happy he hasn’t touched me in a while, but… man, he has a mouth.”

“‘m gonna kill him,” jj said, starting to stand.

“jj, no. we talked about this.” you said, grabbing his hand.

“just makes me s’mad, y’know? i wish i could kick his ass.” he said, sitting back down on the bed.

“i could never do that. i’m too scared of him.” i said, batting my eyes.

“good thing your best friend is jj maybank.”

“the one that tells you you’re a fraud?”

he stared at you for a few moments, and you stared at him back. finally, he laughed. “sorry about that.”

you grinned. “i don’t care now. it was in the past.

“hey, by the way,” jj said. “i have to work for midsummers and i was wondering if you wanted to come as my date.”

you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “how kooky of you.”

“not funny,” he whined. you could tell he was nervous by the way he shifted around in his seat and tapped the bed with his finger.

“sure. i just know you can’t stand to be without me,” you teased.

“i can’t.” he said back with hooded eyes.

you grinned, ignoring him. *

“i look like a total mess, sarah,” you said, tugging at the bottom of your dress. “this dress is like two inches. my butt cheeks are literally out.”

sarah only gigged and adjusted the necklace on her neck as kie closed the door. “exactly why jj will love it so much.”

“shut up!” you screamed, although you couldn’t hide the blush building on your cheeks.

“it’s true, though,” sarah agreed. “and by the way, remember when you guys hated each other?”

“remember it all the time.”

“what even happened?” kiara asked.

“nothing,” you said, remembering the scar that was still on your stomach today.

* jj wrapped his arms around you at the bar, pointing at your head. “this one’s my girl.”

“your girlfriend?” a kook asked.

he grinned. “yeah. she’s all mine.”

“how much did you drink?” you whispered to him. you looked back at the kook. “i’m not his girlfriend.”

“thought so. have fun,” he said before walking off.

you sighed, grabbing jj’s hand. “jj, how many beers did you have?”

“okay, so like,” he stopped, counting on his fingers. he looked up with a 10 showing on them. you covered your mouth.

“holy shit, j, i have to get you home,” you said, dragging him to the twinkie and being stopped by the rest of your friends on the way.

“where are you guys going?” pope asked.

“he’s hella drunk, i have to take him home.” you said, pointing to jj.

“holy shit, do you want me to come?” john b asked.

“no!” jj interrupted. “just y/n. just my girl, please.”

everyone exchanged looks and you rolled your eyes, knowing you would be screaming at jj in the morning.

you dragged him past the crowd and slapped his hand away from a gray when he reached to grab a beer.

“no more, boy.” you told him. he groaned and leaned his head on your shoulder.

eventually you made it into the twinkie where jj collapsed into the passenger seat, hitting his head off of the roof.

“i’ll get you home, ‘kay?”

be looked at you as you started the car, admiring you. “you’re so pretty.”

you stopped . “jj, please. you’re drunk. don’t say shit like that.”

“‘m being serious. you’re so damn beautiful baby.”

you sighed and ignored him, turning around to back out of the parking lot.

“i love you.”

you weren’t taken aback—he said this all the time. “i love you too, jj.”

“no,” he said.

“no what?”

“not like that. i love you. you’re my girl. love you, baby.”

you shook your head and exhaled. “in the morning, jj.”

* you had to help jj shower. he was not able to stand on his own and youMd already seen him a few times because of those many times you laid together in bed those summers ago.

you helped him out if the bathroom with his arm and most of his body weight on top of you and dropped him onto the bed.

“goodnight, jj.” you said before kissing his head.

“wait, princess, please,” he whispered, tapping your arm. “stay, please.”

you stared at him for a little bit, enjoying the pinkness of his nose and his lips and the blush of his cheeks and the twinkle of his eye. muon sighed and he immediately moved over as you slid into the bed.

he held out his arms and t you took that as a signal to lay in them. he smiled, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

* when you woke up, jj was not there.

you groaned and stood out of bed, bringing yourself to the kitchen were jj was rummaging through the fridge.

“what are you looking for?” you asked, obviously startling him as he jumped.

“um, ‘m just looking for an ice pack.” he said. “shit. none in here.”

you sighed and moved him out of the way, rummaging through the fridge with your own hands. eventually, you pulls out a blue ice pack and pressed it to his head. “hangover?”

he nodded and kissed you on the cheek as a “thank you” and you froze. his kiss felt more intimate than usual.

“can we talk?” he asked. you bit your lip and nodded.

the two of you walked back into the chateau guest room. he laid down in the bed and patted the room next to him.

once you are at least close to where he wanted you, he piled you down and brought you extremely close to him, cuddling you like it was the last thing he could do.

“about yesterday,” jj said. “i’m sorry…”

“you were really drunk.” you reminded him.

“i know. exactly. i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to be. i knew you weren’t really feeling that way. you almost kissed me and stuff.. i couldn’t let you do that.”

“no,” jj said. “y/n, i do love you. i am in absolute love with you. you said we could talk about it today and we are, and i’m telling you that i am still in love with you as much as i did yesterday. i’m only sorry about the fact that i told you when i was dunk. i wish i waited.”

you blinked, not knowing what to say. “really?”

“really, baby. probably from the moment i saw you. i’m sorry i pushed you away.”

you smiled and leaned forward, kissing him. he kissed you back, making it last for around a minute. it was passionate and neat. he was willing to take his time with you.

when you finally pulled back, you only smirked at him. “i love you too. you should know that. told you it years ago. it never. changed.”

[radioactivewisdom]

Do you think that so many women are dumb because they can afford to be? Since so many women hide behind their "hubbies", and are 9 times out of 10 the collaborators, not the pioneers, there's not that much at stake for them, so they can cruise through life avoiding bigger responsibilities?

I mean, I am not the only who sees how allergic many, many, many women are to accountability, right? Even calling them out on the most basic things, like making the observation that a woman's position in sexual intercourse is risky (pregnancy, disease) and dangerous (male violence) leads to being shit on by them, apparently that makes those of us who point it out into misogynists, and all sorts of other evil labels that they can vaguely apply. It's quite a mindfuck, pardon my French, to be denied basic truths viciously by basically any woman I attempt to confide in.

And many people have this image of motherhood that it's overly caring, involved, the protector from the father's violence, but in my family and acquaintance circles, the women are not the dependable, but the dependent, dependent on their husbands, ofc. When I was a little girl, I used to feel ashamed to be female due to how humiliating they made it look. It's a bit ironic, because people nowadays say that it's men who lack role models, but in truth it's always been women whose "role models" were limited to upper class prostitutes and mentally-deficient tradwives. Idk, it really unnerves me that women are painting themselves as good people, when all they are is spineless, and would be doing the exact same things their husbands are doing if they weren't so cowardly. The mentality is certainly the same, but the wife lacks the willpower, and the job falls on the person who has just a bit more reason to self-assert, the husband, I mean, his "masculinity" is on the line, is it not? Just something I've been thinking about lately.

And as a last note: thank you for your blog, radio. It's probably one of my favorite corners on this website, I always check back in whenever I find the time <3 :)

Absolutely. Despite all of the complaining, embodying this world’s ideals is the easiest route to take. There are social benefits and rewards to being a “feminine” woman, which includes marriage and motherhood. Many women are just envious that they aren’t allowed to be as openly degenerate as men, and much of the “equality” they’re after is behaving just as badly. This is why they want consequence free sex because men get to just walk away from it, so why shouldn’t they? Anytime a terrible mother is brought up, they’ll chime in and say “but men are worse parents! why are we held to a higher standard?” An accountability free life if what they’re after, even though they’re supposedly superior to the sex they claim isn’t held responsible enough. I LOVE what you said about women being the ones who lack role models. So true, we’re surrounded by women who try and encourage us to be just as dumb as them. I understand why many girls are upset in youth and even fear womanhood because of what they’ve seen. Women can only have the moral high ground because they’re comparing themselves to the lowest of the low. Funny that they’ll chatter all day about how men are so beneath them because of their bad behavior, but don’t you dare think you’re better than them for choosing better. Thank you for sending me this and allowing me to share it. There’s so much wisdom in your words! I’m glad that my postings are ones you look forward to :)

[lightlycareless]

What would say would be the easiest and fastest way to fluster Naoya? I was reading your work on the one with having an s/o who’s to shy to ask for anything(it was something along those lines but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about :D) and he was such a tease so I’m curious to how Y/N could get her revenge lol

Hello!!

For anyone wondering btw, this is the ask anon was referring to ❤️

Aww this was kinda cute ngl but it also got me thinking, how do you even get back to someone as Naoya??? that man is like, idk, prank proof and such? Like I feel you'd need to go to extremes in order to really hit him where it hurts, but even then...

Luckily, there is one way :> and it's all detailed right below hehe.

Warnings: none. it's fluff. Naoya is slightly miserable, good. shouldn't mess with his wife that much.

Happy reading!

So, first things first, do not try to out-tease him.

You will not win against Naoya, because no matter how much you try, or the lengths you go to fluster him back, you’re quickly reminded that he excels in just about anything he puts his mind to…

Thus, the best way for you to get your revenge, and perhaps the only that works, is to simply…

Ignore him.

Don’t see him, don’t talk to him, don’t engage with him—nothing. You are to be ice cold with everything that pertains to him, and soon, you begin to see how easy it is to make him regret his decisions. (a bit)

It starts quite simply: by not giving him his usual good morning kiss.

Naoya immediately notices there’s something amiss, and when he eventually finds out what it is, he doesn’t say anything, hoping to see if you notice it too…  

Until he becomes desperate and takes the initiative.

He initially thought you had simply forgotten, an innocent accident; but when you don’t respond to his “good morning”, even going as far glance away when he tries to kiss you, Naoya immediately knows it was intentional.

Your husband is going to be in a terrible mood from that point forward, evident by the way murmurs sprouted amongst the staff of his highly irritable (yet gloomy) attitude—yet, this does not sway him from trying to get your attention.

“Well, guess I won’t be buying your favorite sweets if you’re going to keep avoiding me.” Is one of the many ways he tries to coerce you into speaking to him. Surprisingly, it doesn’t work. However, he is not out of ideas just yet.

“You know what? I’ve been wanting to go to this amusement park now that I have a few days off… but I don’t know, I still have to think about it. See who I’ll take with me and all that…” He’d say, his ace up his sleeve, while discreetly looking over to you as to catch your reaction, since he knows you’ve been dying to travel for months now.

Yet, nothing. Not even batting an eye, going on with whatever activity you were doing at the moment instead of acknowledging him.

And that’s when he knows it’s something serious.

“Y/N, talk to me.” He’d finally insist after a long, silent, but heavily uncomfortable dinner.

…

“Why are you upset now?” Naoya asks.

Silence.

“Is that’s how it’s going to be? You’re not going to talk to me anymore?”

…

“…Can I at least know why?”

That would be the only instance you’d react, with a look on your face that lets him know there is a reason for your behavior, but most importantly, that he should know about it. But you continue to refuse to tell him, extending what he considered to be his punishment, even after he tried to force you to do so.

“Stop avoiding me!” Naoya says, grabbing your face and forcing you to see him—he thinks this way you won’t be able to do anything else but talk to him, and yet, your eyes are literally anywhere else but on him. “Seriously?!

And you were determined to remain oblivious of him…

Until Naoya begins to tease you yet again, by using his fingers to purse your lips up to a smile.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Y/N—give me that cute smile you always do.” He chuckles, hoping to ease this situation, with the same technique he’d used in the past. “See? Just like that, come on now, I know you want to laugh too—”

But you weren’t having any of it, not when he still took you as a joke, swiftly freeing your face from his hands and taking a step away from him, all with a frown that makes his heart sink to his stomach.

“Stop making fun of me!” you cry. “Seriously, that’s all you ever do…”

“That’s not true!” he immediately responds, attempting to defend himself. “I’m nothing but nice with you!”

Nothing of what you wanted to hear. So, after realizing he has yet to give you want you need, you decided to leave him alone, yet again, to either cool down or hope he’ll get the memo by this point, much to his remorseful solitude.

Naoya wouldn’t let this situation die, of course, not when your words still resonated inside his mind, quickly identifying there was a much bigger problem at hand and going off to figure out what you meant, what is it that you needed, and maybe vent as well, with the one person he knew he could always count on.

Receiving a reality check he didn’t precisely like, but indeed much needed, because after a few moments of reflection alongside Ranta, Naoya finds that indeed he hasn’t been as nice as he proclaimed, if anything, his behavior had gotten a bit worse these past few days, seemingly out of personal enjoyment to seeing you all flustered—careless of how you might perceive this, or how tiring and awkward it had become for you… and the rest.

“I obviously didn’t do it to make Y/N angry, I was just joking!” Naoya would say.

“Don’t tell me that, tell her!” Ranta responds—he guessed it was only a matter of time before you snapped.

And so, that’s what he mentally prepares himself to do at the end of the day, when alone in the confines of their shared bedroom, deep into the night.

Naoya is happy that even through all this commotion, the two still sleep in the same bed. Although the thought of you avoiding him even there is one that occasionally creeps in the back of his mind… fearing that this might be the next step if he doesn’t mend his mistakes.

“Y/N.” He eventually begins, sitting by the edge of the futon. You don’t respond, as expected.

It’s always hard for him to place his heart on his sleeve and admit that he was wrong, given his… background.

But he’s long learned that he loves you far more than anyone and anything in this world, and for you, he’d go to the end of the time just to see you happy. Something so redundant as shame would never stop him from doing what he needed to do.

“I brought you something.” He says, and through the corner of your eye, you manage to see there was indeed something in his hands. “I saw it the other day at a store, and it reminded me of you…”

Naoya then hands you a plushie, a white chubby duck—something you would’ve normally seen as adorable, but after all the things that have been happening, all you could do is frown as you look away.

“If you’re here to still make fun—”

“I’m not.” Naoya sternly responds. “…I thought you knew I would never do anything to upset you.”

“… but you did.”

“When I tease you, it’s only because I want to make you… blush, or laugh, nothing else.” He explains. “But, if you don’t want me to do it anymore, then I’ll stop.”

“That’s not the problem—I really don’t mind when you act that way.” You say. “It’s more that I don’t like it when you do that with important things. I don’t enjoy having to repeat myself a thousand times for you to do what I want you to…”

“Does it make you feel I wouldn’t do it?”

“No. It makes me feel like you’re not taking me seriously, at least to do it by the first time.”

Naoya presses his lips together, feeling enormously regretful for having planted those doubts onto you.

There’s nothing, no one, not a single person in this world, more important to him than you; and while it was always in his nature to react so… sardonically, he always complied when needed, especially with you.

But now that you mention it, he understands that perhaps he might’ve abused your willingness to take whatever he gives you—because more than his friend, you’re his wife, the woman of his dreams, and should treat you as such.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I love you too much to ever want to make you feel that way, and it pains me to know that I have. …Will you ever forgive me?”

Your lips tremble slightly as you slowly turn around to see him, with teary eyes telling him that you didn’t like being away from him like this, but you didn’t know what to do in order for him to understand how unhappy you were.

Naoya surprises you yet again how different he’s become from the man you met all those years ago. Reminding you how much he’s grown, matured, done his part to make this relationship work…

And why you loved him so much in the first place.

“…With one condition” you begin, taking the plushie from his hands. “… if you promise me to stop being so playful with serious things, and… if you take me to the amusement park you were saying—it’s been a while since we went out on a date—…. I’ll forgive you.”

“Consider it done.” He says, leaning closer to you, intending to place a kiss on your lips, but you stop him by placing the ducky in-between the two, he raises an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“And if you give me all the kisses I was supposed to get these days.” You murmur, a slight pout on your lips. He chuckles.

“You really are a spoiled princess, did you know that?”

You blush at the nickname, Naoya smirks.

“Ah, so you do like it when I tease you!”

“What? No!” you gasp. “I mean… maybe, when you don’t use the weird ones…”

“Weird ones? What are you even talking about?” he laughs, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling his face against yours, giving you a kiss, and another, and another, and another. “Little ducky”

“There you go again, naming me everything that crosses your sight!” you giggle, ticklish by his kisses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mochi.”

“Naoya!”

“Really? I didn’t even notice, pumpkin.”

“Stop it…” you whine, hiding your face against his chest out of embarrassment, he just continues laughing before placing a kiss on top of your head.

Naoya certainly tries his best to not tease you as much, however, he does fall back into old habits from time to time—but could he be blamed? It’s not his fault that he loved so much just how flustered you got… Or how easy you made it for him.

Sometimes you even wonder how you could tolerate him; one of the many mysteries of your relationship with him.

now add to that 5 kids. y/n has the patience of a saint. DaMN.

Anyways, thank you for sending in this ask!! it's the small things that develop naoya's and y/n's relationship more and more :') kajfhjaghfjka we need more domestic fluff ngl 😭 luckily, I have two more things in mind hehe + pending asks 😏

I hope you have a wonderful week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

[blade-that-was-broken]

This doesn't happen anymore but idk I spent so much time trying to find it in my papers that I have to toss it into the internet void

The moment Spruce raced past John’s gesture for a hug, Branch saw his confusion and hurt. JD glanced around, like he thought maybe he got the wrong troll - despite them being the only ones there - but then he saw Spruce go to Branch for a hug and ignore him. He could see JD’s heart break. 

JD loved hugs more than anyone really knew. He struggled  a little with too much at once - which Branch knew he loathed - but he tried not to let that stop him. 

Branch managed to jump back, sliding out of Spruce’s reach. “Whoa!” he just grinned. “Look at you! Someone’s got some crazy reflexes! Come on, let me give you a hug! I haven’t seen you in years!”

“And whose fault is that?” he asked, flatly. 

Spruce stumbled. “Branch…”

“I’m not here to fight. It’s not about me. I’m here to ask for your help.” 

“For what?”

“The perfect family harmony-”

Spruce rolled his eyes then turned to glare at JD who was busy checking out one of the pools, curiously. He tipped his toe in and that jumped back a little, like he felt or saw something he wasn’t expecting. Spruce was glaring. “Did he put you up to this? He really needs to let it go.” 

“JD has nothing to do with it-” 

“Look Bitty. I’m happy to see you but him?” 

“It’s been twenty years. You’re still mad?” 

“It’s not like he apologized.” 

“Are you sure we are in the right place, kiddo?” JD asked, looking back at him, his head tilting a little. As much as JD had seen so many photos, they had all changed in the last twenty years. Spruce was no exception. Clay and Floyd wouldn’t be either. Without that connection of actually remembering them physically, it made it a bit more difficult for JD to identify those people from his past. 

He was probably missing most of the conversation. They had already talked a bit about it, that Branch should do the explaining. Although JD had a habit of making friends with people, there was a history here and their family held grudges. But then again, JD had lately been letting Branch do a lot of the leading lately. It turned out fine, most of the time, although Branch couldn’t help but be worried about the implications. Maybe he was overthinking it, which was entirely possible too. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Spruce demanded, stepping forward. “Is this a crack about my weight?” 

JD looked absolutely bewildered but finally took a moment to actually look at Spruce a little closer. JD shifted a little, as he often did when it came to people approaching him when upset. Some kind of mechanism, Branch learned, from living out in the wild. It wasn’t something he could really entirely shake. Not that he had tried to much anyway. He was very confused and Branch knew the feeling. “What? Why would I care about some dude’s weight? Each the nachos, man. You run a restaurant.” 

“What?” That seemed to make Spruce even more upset. “Some dude?” 

JD skipped back over to Spruce and looked at him curiously again, but he stuck close to Branch. Another normal thing. The two of them physically kept together when on adventures and other things. Safer that way. It was normal now. “This is one of them right?”

“Excuse me? You’re acting like you have never met me in your life!” Spruce yelled. 

“Not that I can remember,” JD chuckled, nervously. He was trying to play off his discomfort with humor. Just more normal JD things. Branch supposed they had always been normal to him but did Spruce know that? Did he remember some of those things from their childhood? 

“Just because I changed? That is so shallow and I never thought… How have you gotten worse?!” 

“Whoa, dude, chill! Don’t take it personally. I just-” 

“Don’t take it personally? How could I not?”

“Spruce-” 

“It’s Bruce now. And I think it’s time you leave. Obviously the Great John Dory has just become a worse person and I don’t need that. I’ve got a good life with a wife and family! Something you clearly do not have.” 

“SHUT UP!” Branch yelled.

They looked over at him. 

“Would you give it a rest and let us explain?” 

“What is there to explain?” Spruce sneered. “John Dory is here, making fun of me, trying to make me do a family harmony after twenty years of no contact, topping it off with pretending he doesn’t even know me.” 

“He’s not pretending!” Branch shouted, exasperated. 

“What?” 

“He’s not pretending. JD doesn’t remember the first twenty years of his life.” 

“What? What are you talking about?”

“When I was about six, JD stumbled into Pop Village with only the memories of the last couple years. He didn’t know who I was or knew my name.” 

“It totally freaked him out,” JD nodded. 

“I mean, we are kind of freaking out Spruce here.” 

“Yeah. It gets crazier!” JD added. 

“It what?!” 

“Yeah. The King was all like sweet, you can take care of him and I-”

“Where was Gramma?” 

“Asked where was his parents and B was just like dead.” 

“A long time ago.,” Branch frowned. It took a long time to work through that. 

“Yeah. Anyways, I asked B who raised him and he said-” 

“You,” Branch snorted. 

JD grinned like it was an inside joke. It kind of was. Their entire reunion had kind of become an inside joke for the both of them. Although it started rocky, things swung into humor pretty quickly. JD never held what Branch said or acted against him. Part of it was probably because he was young and part of it was simply because JD could find things to laugh at. And it was kind of funny. “And then I was just like ok lets do it.” 

“Let’s… do it?”

“Yeah. Been taking care of this little daredevil ever since.” 

“Daredevil?” 

“It took us a bit to build his confidence but he can keep up with me easy.” 

“Better, old man.” 

“Eh… maybe debatable but you're probably not wrong!”

[jubiilee13]

hi babes I saw you begging for requests for mike schmidt so I decided to send my own request to you… as cliche as it is, could you write an angsty misunderstanding fic where basically mike is over-working himself to death and barely making time for you and you think you did something wrong but it turns out mike was just tired af. It can be smut or fluff since I don’t know what you really like to write. Sorry if this request is bad I’m not good at asking for things😭😭

-anon

anon ily ty for the request 😻😻

this may be a lil bad bc I’m sick rn but I hope u still enjoy 🫶

warnings: tiny mention of blood, angst, angy mike, sad reader, alludes to a little smut at the end but yeah

lets just say for this abby is at a um... sleepover or smth idk i forgot to include her

didnt check this for grammatical errors so my bad if it sucks lmao

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you and mike didn’t fight often

i mean you never really had reason to

but lately mike had been weird, he had been… distant.

mike often had his rough days, as did you, but this time was different.

every morning when he returned home instead of his usual warm embraces, you’d been receiving the cold shoulder, at most a few sentences spoken between the two of you before he dragged himself off to bed.

you were worried to say the least, you knew you had done nothing wrong, yet something in your gut made you wonder if you did.

so you decided today was the day you were going to talk to him about it.

boy was that a bad idea...

the moment mike stepped out of his bedroom he spotted you, anxiously fidgeting as your eyes met his own

"we need to talk mike" you mumble, clearly not looking forward to having this conversation.

mike rolls his eyes, "what y/n" he replies, attitude evident in his tone, yet the attitude is weak, and you note his face is just a bit paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more evident, something was off.

"whats been going on with us mike?" you ask, voice trembling "did... did i do something? you- you've been so distant..."

"its nothing y/n, stop worrying" he says with a scoff, and you bite your lip.

"mike you dont have to lie to me" you say softly, extending your hand out to him to soothe him.

Then something inside him snaps, that movement- that feeling. he couldnt take it.

"God damn it y/n i said nothing is wrong! you never listen! just leave me alone! you clearly only make things worse!" he cries out, and your body freezes.

"o-oh" is all you can say, retracting your trembling hand, clearly in shock

"o-okay um... um i-i'll leave you be..." you mumble under your breath, trying to hide your emotions until you were out of his sight.

you scurry away, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, and the moment you enter your bedroom the tears escape.

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it and sliding to your knees, hand reaching to cover your mouth to hide the sobs.

what had you done?

did you upset him?

is he gonna leave?

so many questions flooded your mind all at once

it was so overwhelming, all you wanted was him... but right now that was the one thing you couldnt have.

so you sat there, leaning against the door of your room for god knows how long.

eventually when no more tears could fall, you lead yourself to your bed, a bed that had been untouched for a few months now due to you always sleeping with mike, and after a few more shaky breaths, you slipped into a uneasy slumber.

As you slept, mike took himself for a drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles faded to white.

he was angry

he was tired

he just wanted to be home

it slowly started to dawn on him that upon his arrival home earlier, his anger had been misdirected.

he wasnt mad at you

he loved you

god- you just wanted to help

why couldnt he see that?

he lets out a shaky sigh, punching his steering wheel as he lets out a few grunts of anger (much to the dismay of the car infront of him)

he decides to leave you be for the time being, and he leads him self on down the winding road, until he comes across an empty parking lot.

he lets himself settle there for a while, staring into the dark abyss in front of him.

eventually he decides to call you, and when you dont pick up... he calls again.

and again.

and... again....

and 12 more times.

he was worried to say the least, what if you left him? what. if you didnt love him anymore?

after the final call he places his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair as he starts up the car again and heads home.

in the meantime you were at home, tossing and turning, unable to find a true sense of saftey in your own sheets and god was it horrible.

you didnt notice the buzzing of your phone, nor the vibration any time left another voicemaiil.

so you lay on your back, your teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

thats when you heard the front door open, the jingling of mikes house keys alongside his work ones

maybe he didnt leave

did he come back for you?

maybe he-

your thoughts are interrupted however by a gentle, almost silent knock at your door. you want to open it, you really do, but you're scared.

for once you put aside your fear and you sit up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and cracking it open just enough to meet mikes eyes.

both of your teary eyes meet one another, and something snaps within both of you

your grip on the handle goes slack as mike gently pushes further on the door, and the moment it opens enough for him to enter, youre surrounded by him

he kisses you gently, his hands wrapping around you, and you two hold the kiss until you eventually pull away to gasp for air

"im so sorry- i never meant to snap at you baby- i-i- im just so exhausted- work is so hard- i-i never meant to take it out on you- i love you so muc y/n- i"

you cut him off by kissing him again, this kiss growing more heated, your body pressing against his

"its ok" you whisper when you pull away, your foreheads resting against one another

"we'll be ok" you whisper

those 3 words are repeated for the rest of the night, along with other words of praise and affirmation.

the two of you love each other, and tonight it shows.

just as youre about to fall into a warm, peaceful sleep, mike presses a kiss against your damp forehead.

"i love you"

that was all you needed to hear in order to slip into slumber in his embrace.

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yayayayya mike

i hope that was good

ok ily

bye pookster

[taxavoider]

hey guys….

look this isn’t the epic x reader i said i would write (mainly bc school and i are in a fight and i am LOOSING) but it is of his best bro sooooo….

Patches

cross sans x reader

length: idk??? i do these in my notes app??

“is this really necessary, nightmare?…”

Cross turned and twisted his torso to see the somewhat sheer blouse and slightly too tight pants with a small confused and annoyed look on his face, as Nightmare sat back in his chair, holding up a book with his tentacle.

 “you would’ve been more upset with what is appropriate with the time, and is it such a crime to make look a bit more fashionable? i think not.”

 Replied Nightmare, choosing not to look up from his book as Cross fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve with an annoyed side glance. With a dramatic sigh, Cross turned fully towards Nightmare with narrowed eyes.

“this,” asked Cross as he pulled the shirt slightly, “is fashionable to you?” 

Again, without response, Nightmare read his book as he stood up and glided over to him and picked at Cross’s outfit then stepped back and looked up and down at his new pride and joy, Cross included.

“yes, yes it is. now turn around for me.” As Nightmare asked/commanded, Cross turned with a huff as his boss poked and prodded at his blouse.

“why do i have to go on this mission? why can’t horror or dust or killer go?”  Complained Cross, as crossed his arms in contempt.

“oh, stop complaining, i’m done anyway. look.” As Nightmare rose to his feet and looked alongside Cross at his (in Cross’ eyes at least) rather silly outfit.

“will you now tell me why i am wearing this?” Huffed Cross as he turned his head to his boss to only be met with a satisfied grin.

“oh, it’s more of a guilty pleasure mission” Whispered Nightmare, a small hint of amusement on his face. “don’t worry, the others will not know about it.” Cross, now even more annoyed turned towards his boss with a huff and clenched fists.

“oh, calm down, you man boy, you will be in and out of this mission before you know it, now go, make me proud!” Before Cross could retort, he was shoved through one of Nightmare’s goopy portal and on a tree branch with a loud grunt.

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“ow….i’m beginning to think he is doing this on purpose…” A low hiss came out from the trees you were under and just so happened to scare the soul out of you.

“W-who’s there?!” You cried out, turning around frantically and twisting your head around in confusion, grabbing hold of a wayward stick out like a weapon.

A seemingly wayward skeleton appeared from the tree, looking rather worried.

“whoa, whoa, hey, calm do-“ He tried to calm you down as he took a few steps forward.

“Stay back!! I-I know how to use this and i am not afraid to!” 

Again, in a poor attempt to calm you down, the skeleton took two more steps, and you took two steps back and glared fearfully  at him, stick held like ironclad sword ready for battle.

“i’m not trying to hurt you! promise!!”

Now with a more charged intense feeling to defend yourself against this skeleton is a sheer blouse, you braced yourself to defend. Now that you were really looking at his outfit, which in your opinion, was nice, it was a shame that there was now a somewhat large hole across the chest. 

Still not holding down your stick, but becoming less defensive. “I…do you want help with that?” You ask, pointing with your stick and stepping a bit backwards. This caught his attention, looking down at the hole.

“oh…shit….” A worried face comes on the skeleton’s face as he tries to somehow close the hole without any sewing material.  Now, starting to feel bad you lower your stick and step a bit closer with a, “Do…do you want me to fix that?”

“really?” A small glint of relief in his shown in his sockets as a smile grew. You nod and smile, trying to hide the feeling of pity.

“Of course, I own some sewing materials, I could try and mend i-“

The skeleton grabs hold of your hands making you yelp from how cold it is, a very wide smile on his face.

“thank you, thank you, thank you! my boss would kill me if i came back with this…shirt torn, you are a life saver!” 

Boss? Why would it matter to his boss?? But you have no time to answer as you have to figure out how to get him inside as some kind of party was going on, and it was packed with people who may ask too many questions if you brought some random monster in. You rack your mind to find someway to get him inside as you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“hey, not to rush you, but it’s very cold out here and i don’t want to go back sick,” He looks around to find some kind of entryway as you try to speak up, but you get cut off. “where does that balcony lead?”

He ask, pointing up to what seems to be an opening with light and sounds of people shining through, although, it seems rather far away, how did he even see it?

“Oh, that would be towards th-“ 

“do you think we could get through there?”

You blink at him and he blinks back at you, with your mouth agape you look up then back down at him.

“I mean…,” you pause, would you be able to get in? The thought of someone finding the two of you rearing it’s ugly head, but as you knew from before, you knew he wanted to fix the slash on his blouse and to get out of the cold.

“yeah, yeah we can. I just don’t know how.”

“oh, that’s simple,” He says as he moves to your side and wraps his arm around your waist, “if you don’t mind.”

“Wait what? Don’t mind wha-!” The air leaves your lungs and your face becomes warm as you are lifted in the air bridal-style.

“hold on!”

He smiles wide as he jumps into the air and lands on different landings around the manor, just barely dodging people’s gazes, finally landing on the roof and placing you down.

“Hey, not to be a bother, but this isn’t the balcony.” You turn on wobbly feet almost loosing balance and slightly stumbling, luckily before you could fall, your new companion catches you.

“yeah, i realize that, but i couldn’t help but look at the sky, it’s so…clear.” 

You linger on his face for a bit the turn to look at the sky, and he was right. It’s was very clear and it was stunningly beautiful, stars shown brighter than diamonds. 

“I never seen the sky like this before, the stars just look so, touchable you know? Like I could just reach up and grab it.”

“yeah, maybe one day we can.”

As you and your companion stand on the roof looking up at the stars in admiration. 

“hey, not to kill the mood but, what’s your name? i’m cross.”

Cross turns towards you with a hand extended and a light purple dusted across his zygomatic bones. How did you know think to ask before hand? You had treated him like a friend you had for years and didn’t know his name. Oh well, it’s better late than never.

“Oh, it’s ______, and it’s very nice to meet you Cross.”

“______, what a nice name has a nice ring to it.”

You smile and take his hand, your face now becoming warm once more.

“come on, ______, it’s getting cold. i’m sure you don’t wan-“

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, what about you? You must be freezing!”

You try not to fall as you try and move to the balcony as Cross grabs your hand.

“no, no, i promise it’s fine, my boss can just sew it back, it’s not that bad.” He smiles sincerely as his cheekbones grow more purple and his hand much warmer. Your tender moment is broken by the sound of something vibrating from his pocket.

“i, uhm…hold on.” He fishes around, soon pulling out something that seems like a communication device.

“oh shit, i-uh, _____, let me take you to the balcony, i have to go soon, sorry.”

He smiles apologetically as he walks forward a bit, your hand still in his.

“It’s just fine, and thank you.”

A surprised look comes upon his face, as he continues to walk over to the balcony you two had originally planned to go.

“for what? i didn’t do anything, if anything, you helped me, well, almost i guess but still.”

“Well if you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have seen the stars or walked on the roof, or made a new friend.”

“oh…heh, well, your welcome.”

Both you and him laugh as he jumps down to the balcony floor and turns to you. 

“you wouldn’t mind?”

He ask, his arms extended to you, silently asking you to jump down.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.”

Slowly, you walk backwards and jump off the roof edge not entirely sure if it was a good idea.

Luckily, it was, as he catches you with a small laugh as he puts you down.

“i guess this is goodbye, huh, _____”

“I guess so…”

You both stand in silence not wanting the moment to end when suddenly a black goop begins to form around Cross’ feet. You look up at him, knowing this means he has to leave.

“oh, come on, seriou-“

You embrace him in a tight hug as he starts to sink in the goop. Not wanting to leave so soon he hugs you back. As he sinks lower you let go, a sorrowful look on your face.

“See you next time?” You ask, hopefully.

“of course.” He finger salutes you as he finally disappears. Leaving you alone in the cold air.

thanks for reading :3