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todays a good day not only is good omens finally here but outsidexbox have a new ttrpg video out and most importantly the neighbours don't have the builders around so they won't be treating the entire street as their own personal nightclub
#maybe that's the real reason for my migraine and why i don't have it today#radios are real cheap especially these days I don't mind them having music on#its just the entire street plus dogs howling along#everyone here is doing that passive aggressive stare at the neighbours#yeah sure its fine!! no its ok that they blast the radio from their truck so loud it can be heard a long way away#its fine its not like most people around here work nights and so sleep most of the day#it won't obviously bother them at all#i can finally unblock all my different good omens tags as well so my dash will not be full of posts just saying contains blocked tags#thankfully i don't remember the spoilers that came out a while thank you brain for that#an outsidexbox ttrpg set in a western it can only be chaos but with cowboy voices#my new reminder to say if you like casual ttprg games that's chaos outsidexbox have them on their oxventure channel#like how monster factory heals my bad moods so does oxventure
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suna headcanons đ â§âË â
here are my silly sunarin headcanons!! hope you guys likey
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has the craziest sleep schedule like he stays up all night, falls asleep at 5am, wakes up at 8 am and just goes to school fine
buys you snacks from the vending machines daily
teases you a lot but is really flirty about it
probably most active at night and invites you out when itâs dark, he just likes how much emptier everywhere is
has the best music taste and always puts you onto his music
nonchalant dread head of japan
would probably sneak into your house through your window just to see you
says the funniest things with the most deadpan expression which makes it 10x
if you dont reply to his messages fast enough he hits you with the "why do you hate me"
heâs too honest sometimes and has a bad habit of saying things that are rude when he really didnât have to
randomly tackles you and play fights
bros the type to pick you up and jump into the pool with you
does the bare minimum with all his school work
starts talking like you and using your slang when you guys hang out long enough
heâs the guy people talk shit around bc they think heâs quiet and a loner but heâs lowkey a shit starter and shares what he hears
slacks/lazy in most things but he carries you guys in fortnite
his bed is covered in stuffed animals from you, even all the cute sanrio ones
ur his profile pic online
i feel like heâd use discord and get paid as a mod on some server đđ
calls you stupid as a term of endearment
he can always tell when somethingâs wrong, like he can sense if somethingâs off with you
probably wears a lot of sweat pants
always smells really woody and fresh (yk like generic menâs cologne idk đ)
very touchy, loves having an arm around you waist :3
allergic to drinking water, ik his piss is acid (honestly same hereâŚ.)
his sister loves you so much
lowkey the worst at soothing you/cheering you up so he just hugs you
letâs you do skincare on him, he thinks itâs relaxing
i feel like heâd own at least one of those stupid tiktok fidget toys that he swears works but everytime he uses it he canât stop laughing thinking about how stupid he looks
has a bad diet only because heâs too lazy to actually cook
burps SO LOUD and SO OFTEN like hold it man
has a tiktok account that he rage baits people on and reads the comments to you pretending it wasnât him who wrote them (smh)
tries to teach you volleyball so you guys can kinda play together
i feel like heâd know a lot about the stars and like the constellations
i also feel like heâd really like coke floats (ice cream + coke in a glass) a lot for some reason
acts like he doesnât really care but he cares so much
heâs only vulnerable and emotional with you
randomly attacks you with kisses
i feel like he'd know some really good unknown dessert spots all around town
i feel like hes an adidas guy
says out of pocket stuff on purpose with no reaction just to see you panic (he thinks its funny)
#haikyuu#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu imagines#haikyu fluff#haikyu x reader#hq#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu masterlist#haikyuu mlist#haikyuu smau#haikyuu fanfiction#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarĹ#suna x reader#suna rintarou#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x you#suna rintaro x y/n#suna rinatro#suna rintaro imagine#hq suna#haikyuu suna#haikyu suna#suna headcanons#suna haikyuu#suna hcs#inarizaki#suna imagines#suna drabble
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without you + one
authors note: hi, friends! so this is a foundational first chapter, meaning its intended to lay down a blueprint. there may or may not be some foreshadowing.....
but let me just say this. i have no intentions on drastically changing anyone's characterization from book one. e.g. joe has always only had eyes for reader. that won't change. he's all about his family.
do not read this story if you haven't read 'with me'. it won't work as a standalone.
warnings: language, some angst, fluff, and suggestive themes
song inspo: be without you by mary j. blige
words: 5k
Two weeks.
Itâs been two weeks since your life was forever changed in a night of pure magic.
Two weeks since the love of your life proposed to you in the most beautiful way in the most beautiful place on earth surrounded by the most beautiful people.
Just thinking about it still brings on chills and goosebumps. It might just be one of the happiest nights of your life.Â
And even returning home, being with your family, enjoying your pregnancy has continued on the theme of love and contentment.Â
Itâs almost nearly perfect except for one little thing. One tiny little human you just so happened to have created who seems to think that she has first dibs on a certain fiancĂŠ of yours at any given point and time.
Callie has been loving every single second of Joe being home on indefinite leave, and while youâre happy for her, happy for him that they have the time to spend together, itâs like she wants to spend all of her time with Joe.
And thatâs fine, except for the fact itâs like she doesnât want you around at all.
Theyâre playing tea party and she hits you with the, âmommy, itâs for daddies only.â
Heâs having her help him cook, and she hits you with, âmommy, you canât cook.â
Sheâs suckered him into watching Moana with her for the 18th time, and she hits you with, âmommy, I wanna watch it with daddy.â
Sis is beyond possessive. Itâs gotten to the point where you almost feel jealous of your own damn child. An absolutely asinine thing to think, let alone feel.
Itâs why when Joe jogs down the steps after getting her down for her nap, you grab him by his shirt and yank him into the office.Â
Heâs understandably confused. âY/N, what the hell?â
You bring your finger to his mouth, silencing him. âNot so loud. Youâll wake her up.â
âAnd?â
Lord, Jesus. This may be harder than you thought. âAnd she needs her sleep, and we need time to talk.â
That seems to help him reason a bit better. âOkay.â
Pouting, you take him by surprise, shuffling into his chest as his arms naturally move around you. âI miss you.â
He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. âIâve been here, baby.â
âYou know what I mean.â Pulling back, he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. âI miss spending time with you. Just the two of us.â Realizing how that could sound, you quickly clarify. âDonât get me wrong, I love seeing you spend so much time with Callie, and obviously, she loves it too. But your lilâ bodyguard doesnât seem to want mama to have any time alone with daddy.âÂ
And itâs the truth. It fills your heart with so much joy to see the beautiful bond and relationship theyâve developed in not even a year. Theyâre inseparable.Â
But that doesnât negate the fact that you miss spending time with him too.
âAnd we havenât had sex since in over a week. A week, Joe. I canât go that long without your dick. You know this.â He smiles, big hand laying on your baby bump. Like this shit is funny. Like itâs amusing that youâre going through dickdrawl. âThatâs not funny, you asshole. If I have to make myself come one more time instead of you, I might just lose my shit.â
âI get it,â he finally shares, hand moving along the small of your back. âI miss you too. Miss my pussyâŚâ
His voice drawls into something teasing, and it makes your pussy flutter. See, just his voice alone has you feening. Groaning, you mutter, while trying to settle yourself, âand it doesnât help that sheâs been sleeping with us.â
Calista is only four-years-old, so itâs natural for her to want to sleep with you and Joe. And you donât mind that, donât mind giving her that comfort. Itâs just that itâs been every night since you returned from Disney. Not only that, when Joe gets up, she likes to get up. Even to the point where he'll just be working out in the gym, and she still wants to be around him, sitting on the floor talking to him or just playing on her tablet.
Sheâs even fallen asleep one time in the gym, with him having to stop his workout to bring her to her bed that she woke up from and managed to scamper her cute self right back into bed with you.
Itâs just beenâŚ..a lot in some ways.
He nods, suddenly suggesting, âmaybe we can try talking to her.â
âAnd what are we supposed to tell her, huh?â Youâre legitimately all ears for any recommendations on how to word it. âCallie Bear, youâre spending too much time with your daddy.â Even saying it in a mocking tone feels wrong, giving you a sort of itch. âIâm not trying to have our child in therapy because of shit we caused her.â
âAnd you say Iâm dramatic.â He rolls his eyes, emphasizing his point. âSheâs a smart kid. I think if we just talk with her about how we have to share time with each otherââ
âHa. Share. Thatâs funny. That girl donât wanna share you with air, let alone another human being.â Itâs a partial joke, partial truth. A frown suddenly falls on your face as you think this over more. âYou think somethingâs going on with her?âÂ
If you didnât have his attention before, you definitely have it now. âWhat do you mean?â
Shrugging, you do your best to explain what you donât quite fully understand. âI donât know. Sheâs always been super attached to you, but itâs been more intense lately. Like sheâs holding on even tighter. Likeââ
âLike sheâs scared to let go,â he finishes for you, deep voice settling into something almost despondent. âYou think sheâs scared Iâm gonna leave or something?â
Itâs a bit of a stretch but also something you canât entirely rule out. âMaybe.â With a new sort of determination, you advise. âYouâre right. We do need to talk to her.â And for completely different reasons than when you first dragged him in for that conversation. You just want to make sure your baby girl is okay.
Thatâs the only thing that matters.
On the topic of Callie, youâre reminded of something. âOh my god.â Gasping, you move away from him. âI didnât get a chance to show you.â
Curious, he asks, âshow me what?â
You reach for his hand, walking over to the desk thatâs almost entirely done with being set up and open the first drawer. Grabbing the still unopened envelope, you reach it to him, a small smile on your face. âI wanted to let you open it.â
Joe is understandably confused until he flips the envelope over and sees the sender. His expression immediately softens. âIs thisââ
Nodding, you share, âit came in the mail yesterday, but it just slipped my mind to tell you.â He doesnât say anything, instead focused on opening the envelope as he carefully pulls out the certificate.
Callieâs new and updated birth certificate.Â
Moving closer to him, you snuggle yourself into his chest as he uses one hand to open and read the document you two have been waiting on for nearly a month now. Everything has stayed the same except for one section, that one section bringing on all of the feels for him. For both of you.Â
Father/Parentâs Name.
The section that was once blank now reads in printed, black, unerasable ink: Leati Joseph Anoa'i.Â
You can just feel the immense love and happiness emanating off his big being. He doesnât need a piece of paper to tell him that heâs Callieâs father. You know that. But this is the piece of paper that gives him all the legal rights as Callieâs father, the rights he should have had from the very beginning.Â
Holding onto him just a little tighter, loving him a little harder, you murmur against his chest, ânow itâs always as it should have been.â
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âIâm thinking strippers. One on each side of the aisle. Shawty throwing ass to the left, and shawty shaking titties on the right.â
Any conversation with Alexis is bound to venture into the deepest parts of fuckery, but this has to be a new level. âYou want me to have strippers at my wedding?â
Sheâs looking at you like she canât understand whatâs so crazy about her proposal. âYeah, whatâs wrong with that?â
Eyes widening, you lean over the counter thatâs littered with countless bride magazines and her Macbook Air. âItâs my wedding, Lex.â
âAnd?â She shakes her head, stirring some of her chocolate pudding. âYou love strippers.â
âI do, but that doesnât mean I want them at my wedding.â
Sheâs rolling her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she murmurs, âif you wanted to have a boring ass white people type wedding, you should have just said that.â
You laugh. Wedding planning was always something you imagined doing with your closest friends, and while youâre thankful to have Alexis here as your support and interim wedding planner (because youâre still very much on the fence about that), her tendency to do the most is definitely obscuring her view of logic and what makes sense.â
âI donât want a white people wedding, per se. I just donât want anything too crazy.â Thatâs the best description you can give, because this is all so new to you. You naturally play with the stunning engagement ring on your finger. Part of that confusion is because youâre still a bit stuck on the fact that youâre actually engaged.
To the literal love of your life, at that.
A dream thatâs become a reality.
It still feels a little too good to be true.
âFair, I guess.â She doesnât seem to agree that itâs fair but wonât push either. âWell, have you at least thought about where you want to get married?â
That, you actually have. Once upon a time, it was in your hometown. Now, youâd rather not get married at all if that was your only option. âIâm thinking here.â
âFlorida?â You nod. âWow. Okay, any particular reason why?â
Shrugging, you answer, grabbing a chunk of pineapple from your fruit bowl. âI donât know. Joeâs family is already here. Itâs easy for my mom to catch a flight out. And anyone else Iâd like to attend would have to fly here too anyway. Plus, this place is really beautiful.â
The fact that life has only been up since moving here to be with Joe is a major plus too. But, that doesnât necessarily feel like it needs to be outright stated.
âGot it.â She starts typing on her laptop, and you have no doubt sheâs already created a Google Doc to track everything. Itâs one of many things you love about Alexis. She may be crazy as hell, but when sheâs on it, sheâs on it. âNow, the biggest thing, maybe the most important thing, is gonna be the date.â
âDate?â
She nods, âyeah, like when you want to have the wedding.âÂ
Fuck. As silly as it may sound, you hadnât even thought about that. Still so caught up in the high of actually being engaged to your soulmate.Â
Alexis continues, âIâm guessing after the school arrives.â
You roll your eyes. âWhat did I tell you about calling them that?âÂ
âOkay, the brood.â
âAlexis!â
She throws her hands up. âDonât get mad at me cause the freaks freaked too much and now yaâll starting your own little tribe.â
A heavy sigh leaves your mouth as Alexis continues to go in on you over your multiples pregnancy. For the most part, youâve really come to accept and be okay with it. There are times though where your mind gravitates toward the childbirth portion, and your vagina literally starts to ache at just the thought of that trauma.Â
Shaking your head and pushing away those thoughts, you return to the conversation at hand. âThatâs a good point. I donât want to walk down the aisle big and pregnant.â
âExactly.â She types some more. âWhen is Joe going back to work?â Another great question that you donât have the answer for. âOh my god, Y/N, girl, just what do you know?â
âHe just said it was indefinite leave!â You throw out in defense of your lack of knowledge. âDefinitely not before the babies get here, so after September?â
âAnd you know heâs not gonna leave you alone with three newborns to take care of, so I can see him staying off air for at least a couple more months.â
That makes sense. âBut, heâll have to be back in time for WrestleMania, Iâd imagine.â
âMost definitely. Didnât you see that one promo he did? Roman Reigns is WrestleMania.â A smile falls on your face. You most definitely did see that promo. Itâs one of your favorites that heâs cut. âBut the next one isnât until April, I think.â
âSo maybe January?â The smile shifts into a scowl. âHe canât be gone that long though. The fans would lose it.â Thinking back to the Smackdown clips you saw on social media, you point out, âtheyâre already chanting âwe want Roman.ââ
Itâs a bit bittersweet seeing Smakdown clips without Roman, seeing someone else hold his championship belt. But then you think about what that sacrifice gave you, what Joe giving up his title has awarded you, and it takes away some of the sting of it all.
You also feel a bit better knowing Joe is still playing an active role in the Bloodline, just behind the scenes.Â
She sucks her teeth. âAinât that about a bitch? They fake asses acting like they werenât the main ones wanting Cody to finish the story.â Alexis' borderline anger makes you laugh a little. âOooh, Joe nice, cause the way I would give them the middle finger, retire, and live out my life with my fine ass wife and 12 children.â
Your eyes widen. âDonât even put that out there, please.â You've definitely learned now about the power of the tongue. âIf I was carrying any more than three children, I might just die.â
âNaw. Childbirth would do that for you.â
âAlexis!â
âShit, sorry, too dark?â Lord, this girl really has no filter sometimes. âDo you guys want more kids after this? Like, forreal?â
Alexis, despite all of her shenanigans, seems to be on point with the questions. âI donât knowââ
âYou donât know?â That seems to be the answer that actually has her floored the most out of anything else yaâll have discussed this afternoon thus far. âBitch, this man put three children in you. Three. You really trying to risk that happening again?â
âOf course not. I justâI donât know. I donât think I can really answer that right now. Maybe once we learn the sexes, cause what if theyâre all girls?â The likelihood of that happening has to be slim to none, but just like multiples of this quantity can be an anomaly, so can all of one sex. âI want to give him a son.â
Truthfully, youâre praying hard that at least one of them is a boy. You know Joe will love the kids the same. Fully and without inhibition, regardless of sex. But, not only do you want to have a little boy for your own reasons, but being able to continue on Joeâs lineage, maybe even passing down his name to your son would mean even more.
Of course, Alexis is quick with the dumbass suggestion. âMake one of them a tomboy.â
You close your eyes, forcefully stabbing the next chunk of pineapple. âAlexis, I swear to God.â
She leans back in her seat, adjusting her top. âAll I know is if you think Iâm babysitting four kids, you are sadly mistaken. Iâll take care of my little Cal Gal, but these other newbies are gonna have to prove themselves.â
âNewbies? Theyâre gonna be literal babies, Lex.â
âAnd? My beef is rated E for everyone, newborn babies included.â
Lord, this woman is giving you a headache. âI guess thereâs a lot I still need to discuss with Joe first before we actually get into planning.â
âAgreed.â Itâs a conversation youâre almost not looking forward to simply for the mere fact you donât want to start thinking too much about Joeâs leave ending. Just wanna enjoy the here and now. But, you know itâs something that needs to be done. âMake sure to ask him about the strippers too.â
âAlexis!â
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As he has almost every day since the start of his vacation, Joe handles dinner for you and Callie. Well, mostly you, since little Ms. maâam insists upon helping Joe cook, and he insists upon you resting when you make the mistake of telling him youâre experiencing heartburn. Itâs a common symptom given youâre about two weeks away from hitting four months and something you experienced when you were pregnant with Callie.
However, he takes all necessary, or maybe, unnecessary precautions, having you sit and rest in the living room, watching some random station while he works in unison with your firstborn to prepare dinner.Â
He makes grilled fish with a side of rice and broccoli for the vegetable. It makes you laugh every time he encourages and tries to convince Callie that she needs to eat her veggies or else sheâll never grow. Sis looks like she doesnât entirely believe him but takes the plunge anyhow. Plus, better him than you trying to convince her.
Youâll let him take that battle gladly.
And while he cleans up the kitchen, handles putting all the leftover food away, you tackle Callieâs nighttime routine, specifically her bubble bath, hygiene, and hair. Her bath takes a little longer than usual, somewhat because of your bump, but mostly because with her new disney princess themed bedroom came an attached disney princess themed bathroom. This includes a shit ton of bubble bath additives that any kid would love, many of which she suckered her daddy into buying during your Disney trip.
You donât even want to know how much that man spent on Callie in that one week timespan. It seemed like everything she saw she wanted, and he wasted no time in pulling out his black card, buying it for her.
You can only pray she remains sweet and humble with a daddy like Joe whoâs seemingly hellbent on spoiling her rotten.Â
Getting her in her pajamas and securing her bonnet over her head after putting her curls into a pineapple is the easy part, and sheâs nearly bursting at the seams to get out the bathroom door for a reason you already know and donât need to ask.Â
Cause as soon as youâre done, sheâs like a speeding bullet, rushing out her bathroom and room, straight into yours.
âDaddy?â
By the time you get everything back and put away, sheâs found her target. Joe is sitting on your bed, Callie tucked into his side with her chosen bedtime book in hand. She surprises you though when she looks up and smiles brightly. âYou can come too, mommy.â
This has to be your first invite in at least a week, and it makes you genuinely smile as well.Â
âThank you, baby.â Thereâs not an ounce of hesitation as you move over to the other side of the bed, climbing in with them. A brief shared look with Joe gives you the signal you need to jumpstart the conversation youâve been thinking about all day. âCallie, daddy and I actually wanna talk to you about something.â
Instantly, sheâs frowning, pouting almost as she snuggles closer into Joeâs chest. âI donât want to talk.â
This makes you frown, as Joe also looks taken back by her response. He rubs gentle circles along her back. âCallie Bear, whatâs going on with you?â
You pick up on her hesitant reply the same way youâre sure Joe does. âNothing.â
Placing a comforting hand on her arm, you softly point out some of the things that have led to this conversation. âCalista, Iâve noticed youâve been spending a lot of time with daddy. And you sometimes donât even want me to spend time with yaâll.â Licking your lips, you do your best to keep your voice as calm and soothing as possible. âAre youâŚare you maybe scared about something?â
And itâs when she looks at you for a second, that fear flashing in her eyes, you know thatâs what it is. Something has her nervous.
Hating that something is bothering her and especially that sheâs keeping it in, you whisper, âPlease tell us, baby.â
And itâs Joe holding her a little tighter along with your gentle coaxing that seems to do it, seems to break down that wall that hides her truth. She sniffles, âI donât want daddy to leave again.â
âCalistaâŚâ You hate seeing her so sad, but you especially hate seeing and hearing the pain in Joeâs face and voice at the fact that heâs indirectly the reason for her sadness. âBaby girl, Iâm not going anywhere right now, remember? Iâm staying here with you and mommy.âÂ
Youâre thankful he doesnât really highlight the fact that he will eventually have to go back to work. Callie isnât stupid. She knows this, but itâs not what she needs to hear right now.
And your chest tightens as she sadly points out to Joe a trauma you still havenât had the space to fully process. âBut those people took me from mommy, and I couldnât see her.â Eyes glossing over, it breaks your heart to hear that she still thinks about that. That being separated from you the way she was is still impacting her. âWhat if they take me and I canât see you or mommy?â She adds on in a way that twists the dagger in your chest, âor they make you leave me like they made mommy leave me?â
At that, he pulls her onto his lap, carefully lifting her chin to make her look at him. âCalista, listen to me, sweetheart. No one could ever take you away from me or your mom. Ever.â He speaks with such conviction and determination. He needs her to believe what sheâs saying. You both do. âYouâre our little girl.â
âHeâs right. I knowâŚI know that scared you, but your daddy and I arenât going anywhere. We promise.â Reaching over to cup her face, you ask in a way thatâs more telling than questioning. âThatâs why youâve been wanting to sleep with us.â
She nods, quietly explaining. âI donât want you to be gone when I wake up.â
âOh, baby.â you reach for her and she climbs over to you, hugging you tight, head against your chest. âDaddy and I are gonna be here for you, always, okay? No matter what.â Chuckling a bit, you wipe the tears from her eyes. âEven when youâre all grown up and donât need us anymore.â
She looks between yaâll, almost wide eyed. âNoooo.â She reaches for Joe who moves closer to the two of you. âYouâre my mommy and daddy. Iâll always need my mommy and daddy.â
Her innocence warms your heart. You love this little girl so much. More than words.
âWe love you, Callie.â Joe kisses her forehead as she holds onto his arm.Â
âI love you guys too.â Her voice is less laid down with that big weight she was carrying around, and it makes you happy to know she feels a bit better, a bit more secure. âCanâcan I still sleep with you guys tonight?â
âOf course, baby.â The answer is easy. Knowing now why sheâs wanted to stay so close, it would feel almost cruel to deprive her of that comfort. âOf course you can.â
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Megan Lowery is having a shit day.
Beyond a shit day, really.
The first issue being that her stupid alarm didnât go off. A classic nuisance that almost everyone has experienced at one point or another.Â
Except for her.
Sheâs never had her good old faithful iPhone alarm not get her up in time to tackle the day, until this morning, which has since only gravitated from bad to worse.
Because of course her coffee machine decided to act up. Any other time, sheâd have zero issue brewing her morning cup of Joe, but not this morning. No, this morning she was forced to forgo her addiction of almost twenty years nor did she have the time to stop and buy a cup due to already running late because of her dumbass alarm glitching.
And the shitty day couldnât be completed without some asshole bumping into her and spilling their deliciously smelling coffee all over her Free People blouse.
Put plain and simple, itâs a bad day, and sheâs already over it before it even hits 1pm.
Itâs why she sits in her meeting, doodling on her legal pad instead of listening to what probably could have been an email.
âLowery!â
Megan jumps in her seat, eyes scanning the room of coworkers who sit watching her carefully. She clears her throat. âSir?â
Luke, her boss, crosses his arms. âAm I boring you?â
Yes. âNo sir, of course not.â
âI think I am.â Megan has never liked Luke. A product of nepotism, his father created the casting company she works for back in the eighties where he grew it to the major success it is today, only to pass it down to his son a few years ago after ailing health. And while Luke isnât a bad CEO, per se, heâs not the funny, down to earth type like his old man.
No. The man is a Grade A asshole sometimes.
And this seems to be one of those times.
âThen what was I discussing?â
Fuck. Megan has always hated looking stupid, and sheâs usually pretty good at both paying and not paying attention. But without her coffee, itâs damn near impossible to achieve that feat.
âActually, sir, Megan was just whispering some ideas to me for how we can get Reigns to sign on.â
Megan shoots a vicious look to her work bestie, Paige. She smiles, her perfectly white teeth a stark contrast to her tanned, freckled complexion. âSheâs got some great ideas too.â
Luke is smirking, and she knows that he knows Paige is blowing air up his ass. That doesnât stop him from having his fun though. âPerfect, then I suppose you wonât have any issues taking on the assignment.â
Megan swallows. She doesnât even know what this assignment is. But the thought of letting her asshole boss get one over on her literally makes her nauseous. With a steel smile, she accepts, âOf course not.âÂ
âPerfect.â He smirks. She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Smug bastard. âIâll forward you the file and contact information for his reps.â Luke looks around at the rest of the employees. âMeeting is over.â
As everyone empties out, Luke being the first, Megan waits impatiently for everyone to depart before turning to Paige and punching her on her arm.
âOw!â
âWhat the hell?â She hates being put in situations where she has no idea whatâs going on, and this just so happens to be one of them. âWhat did you just get me into?â
âYou could just say thank you for saving my ass, you wonderful goddess.â Paige adjusts her glasses and opens her laptop, typing away before sharing her screen with Megan. âThis is what youâre getting into.â
Megan is still annoyed as her eyes land on the screen, but that irritation easily drifts away when she sees who is on the screen. âHoly shit, thatâs Roman Reigns.â
âDuh.â Paige says with all the sass, explaining. âUniversal wants him for an upcoming film theyâre doing, but WWE just announced heâs taking an indefinite hiatus, so it might be a hard sell.âÂ
Paige, of course, selected a photo of the former champ in the ring, shirtless, hair down. Looking literally like the Gods put all of their talent into one pot and poured out him. Megan then asks, âwhy is he on hiatus?â
âThatâs the sad part.â Paige does some typing and pulls up an article. She points to the several headlines that all say the same thing just in different ways.Â
Heâs engaged.Â
âI swear, all the good ones are taken.â Paige pouts. âThere was actually some drama he was in a couple weeks ago but itâs all died down now, I think. Iâll have to send you the tea. Nevertheless, heâs engaged and expecting another child with his now fiancĂŠ.â
Megan clicks on one of the articles that show Roman and who sheâd guess is the fiancĂŠ. A frown falls on her face. âSeriously? Her? He could have done way better.â Exceptionally. Megan could never see someone like him, body sculpted by Zeus himself, with someone like her who looks like sheâs never even seen the inside of a gym.
âRegardless, thatâs his lady, and they already have one kid together, so heâs really off-limits.â Paige shrugs, closing her laptop. âThankfully, all you need to do is get him to agree to do this film.â She snorts. âBaby on the way, planning a wedding, how hard can that be?â
Megan rolls her eyes and flips off Paige who laughs while standing up. âWanna go get lunch? My treat.â
Shaking her head, Megan politely declines. âNo thanks. Iâve got a few emails Iâve gotta get caught up on. Raincheck?â
âYou bet.â Paige winks and walks out, closing the door behind her to leave Megan alone with her many thoughts.
Paige is right. Itâs going to be a challenge to get Roman to sign onto this film when he has so much going on in his personal life. Some might even see it as DOA. Megan, however, has always been intrigued by challenges. Sheâs never encountered a situation where she didnât get what she wanted. Where she didnât get who she wanted.
On a film.
Of course.
Pulling out her phone, she googles his name, scowling when one of the first photos is of him and the fiancĂŠ and their kid, sheâd guess. She easily pinches on said photo, eliminating them and filling her screen with only him.
Head tilted, twirling a piece of her hair, she says to no one in particular. âYou and I are about to be very good friends, Mr. ReignsâŚ.â
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SYNOPSIS satoru gojo, one of the most popular boy in college, plays on the basketball team, has a large reputation of being a player and dismisses most girls, leaving them coming back for more dk why , and you; a depressing fashion designer major, looking towards being a model. one night at a frat party that your best friend, shoko dragged you to, you went to the bathroom to hide away from the party butâŚ
PAIRING fratboy! gojo x reader
WARNINGS 18+ , lowercase intended , cursing , fluff + angst , strangers to situationship (unfortunately) to lovers(?) , badly written smut , fem! reader , slow burn-ish , drinking/smoking , idiots in love , opposite attract + fell first/fell harder trope , never proofread
11:22PM; you shouldn't be here at all. loud music, drinking, smoking, making out in the corner shamelessly. This is not your crowd. This wasn't your fun, it's your best friend fun.
"oh come on y/n! this will be so fun!" you recall your best friend, shoko, pleading with you for you come tag along with her to go to a frat party that she was invited to once again (for the nth time in the past three weeks) "no thanks shoko. i have work to do." you half lied, you don't really have any work but you have work in the morning since you have no classes tomorrow in the morning.
"just this one time please!" she clasped her hands together in front of your face. that's a lie, one time turns into two, then three, then so on and so forth. but you are so tired and bothered by this point that you don't care anymore. "fine, just this once, but i'm not dressing up for anything." You get up and heads intot he bathroom, through the muffled door you can hear shoko's little cheers of excitement.
And now you regret agreeing in the first place. as soon as you arrived, shoko already left to go to her party animal friend group and started heading towards to kitchen for drinks probably.
11:46PM; youâre felt like leaving, but you didnât want to leave shoko here with no ride and no conscious to call herself a ride home. plan b; hiding the bathroom. you notice that thereâs a basement and a unused bathroom down there. you sneak around people and start heading downstairs.
it quiet, if you exclude the muffled bassed music from upstairs, its clean and empty, the bathroom door is right there. so why do you feel a weird sensation throughout your body not to open the door, much less step closer to the door? you decide to ignore it and approach the door, you didnât hear anything through the door, well barely at least. you grab the doorknob and open the door.
a random girl. bent over the sink base, a drunk dazed look in the mirror as she moans, a really tall guy, looking around six feet tall, really pretty white hair and white lashes, straight up eating her pussy. you let out a small shriek, the girl barely notices but the guy snaps his head around so fast, you could have sworn he almost broke his neck. you slam the door close and bolted out of the basement.
12:12AM; youâre driving home. fuck shoko, sheâll most likely end up sleeping in another guyâs bed in that house anyways, sheâll live. but you refuse to stay in that house any longer, especially not after what you witnessed. itâs not like youâre new to sex, you never done it but you know about it but also you refuse to actually get a front row seat to real life porn show.
you made it back to the apartment, driving your car into the underground parking lot and heads into the elevator. your mind was spiraling, that reoccurring memory infecting your mind like a parasite. the guyâs crystal blue eyes, shining in a bathroom light, particularly blinding you, filled with shock and panic. you unlock the apartment door and went inside; about ready to shut down for the night.
6:12AM; you wake up at your phone buzzing rapidly on the bedside table, alarming you in your slumber. you slap around the table until you yanked the phone off the charger to turn it on. just to be blinded by the brightness. âfuckâŚâ you mumbled to yourself. adjusting your eyes while still squinting.
âhello?â voice hoarse and dehydrated, âhello? is this y/n?â a male deep voice on the other line. âyes itâs y/n, who is this?â small noises in the background, âthis is gojoâŚsatoru gojo, youâre shokoâs roommate, right?â you make a small âmhmâ. âyea, can you come pick her up soon? she has no ride and is really hungover..â you run your temple in a growing headache.
âuh yeaâŚiâll be over soon.â you hung up before hearing gojo out. yea youâre already tired of today.
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pairing: nate jacobs x male reader
request: Nate Jacobs learns that Male reader is a new student, and he tries to have a one-night stand with him or something, but male reader immediately shows his dislike towards Nate. This catches Nate off guard, and he tries to "be friends" with him, but Male reader declines or simply walks away from Nate causing Nate to be furious and more determined to get in bed with him, however, Nate soon realizes he catches feelings for Male reader and wants to him to be his boyfriend?
warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, kissing
you had just moved to california after your dad got a big promotion so of course you were the new student at east highland highschool, you heard some good and bad things about it (mostly bad things) but nonetheless you went and of course they assigned you a school guide, some guy named nate jacobs and immediately he wanted you.
he showed you around the school, showing you the great wonders that came with the highschool in the most monotone voice but from time to time he'd glance over to admire your ass, that luscious ass he wanted to fuck so badly "hey wanna come to a party, its happening later tonight if you wanna swing by" nate asks trying to appear nonchalant "yeah id be down" you say mimicking his nonchalant.
and with that you and nate finished the tour and said good bye to each other, but for some reason you couldn't escape nates mind, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else the thought of you always bounced around in his mind, was it maybe that he actually liked you no impossible he just wants to fuck you that's it nate lied to himself as the bell rang and school ended.
you entered the house party to the sound of loud ruckus, people yelling, and music blaring, with the overwhelming smell of alcohol, but luckily you noticed nate as he waved you over "50 bucks says i fuck this slut by the end of the night" nate says to his friends as you walk closer "ill take that bet" mckay says before nate walks over to you "wanna get some drinks" nate asks leaning over to near your ear so you could hear him better "yeah sure" you yell back before walking over to a more quiet part of the house.
"so what's a sweet thing like you doing here all alone" nate asks sipping on his drink as you lean onto a wall "no friends" you reply looking up at him with disinterested eyes "well wanna make a friend tonight" nate smirks placing his hand beside you head on the wall and leaning over you "is this your way of flirting" you ask snickering a bit.
"what" nate questions leaning back up "if you wanna sleep with me just ask" you chuckle taking another sip of your drink "well then wanna have sex with me" nate asks thinking he's about to easily win his bet but his hopes are killed when you respond with no "why don't you wanna sleep with me" he asks "because you look like a total douche" you say before walking away to get another drink, nate watched as your fine ass walked away from him, he was now determined to have sex with you.
after that day you caught him watching you, whether that be in his truck as you walked home from school or from afar while you were doing school work, he'd even sometimes buy you expansive gifts with handwritten notes that you're sure he got from pinterest but you shut him down every time "c'mon just once" nate pleas "no nate, not now and not ever" you say giving him the diamond bracelet back and walking away as he was forced to watch that ass walk away for the hundredth time.
nate sat up at night wondering why he wanted you so much, why he needed to sleep with you so badly, was it because he felt something deeper for you and wanted to try and push that feeling out by sleeping with you but it would inevitably come back up... no it couldn't possibly be that, but the thought was to much, he got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night.
"you up" nate texted your number (he had got it from you on the first day of school) "what do you want" you text back "come outside" he texts, you look outside to see his truck on the other side of the street and huff before putting on some clothes and walking out to his car, seeing him with a little smile on his face you get into the passenger seat "what do you want nate" you ask slightly agitated as nate just woke you up.
"okay so i- ive been thinking right and... i don't know how to say this but..." nate stammers over his words making you even more annoyed "just spit it out" you say leaning over the arm rest to kiss him, his lips lightly chasing after yours "uhm i was gonna ask will you be my boyfriend" nate nervously asks "yes" you smile finally seeing the nate that isn't a sex hungry animal "so does that mean we can fuck now" nate asks.
"one step at a time you horny fuck" you say before opening the door to get out the car but nate pulls you back one last time to kiss you, this kiss more passionate and heartfelt than the last, maybe fucking him wouldn't be the worst thing ever
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Hope you donât mind me rambling about an add-on to that idea of Zhongliâs luxury cave but like in the same vein of that imagine if in an AU where itâs ancient times (When Morax/Rex Lapis was worshipped as a god but way before Liyue Harbour was a thing) you somehow stumble upon that very cave, maybe you were trying to find shelter away from the cold, maybe you were being chased by monsters and just dived into the first hiding spot you saw, or maybe you just somehow got innocently lost and walked in, either way youâre now in this cave that is both gorgeous and somehow way ahead of its time and youâre blown away but also oh so very confused because âWhat the hell is all this stuff doing here???â. Oh also your dragon god REX FRIGGIN LAPIS is just in that cave and you have to face that too (most wild meet cute of all time lmao)
I donât mind in the slightest! Iâll happily snowball this idea:
When you enter that cave, what throws you off is not just the sheer splendour of it, decorated with fine wares so eccentrically placed, but also the fact that there seem to be some kind of patterns along the walls. People around a fire, people working at the fields, people making use of the wheel for the first timeâŚ
âDo you like them?â a voice rumbles from the shadows, causing you to jump â and then nearly jump out of your skin entirely when you see that itâs Rex Lapis asking you the question, emerging from the darkness in all his draconic glory.
You immediately fall to your knees, scrambling for words. âMy lord..! I didnât mean to..!â
âPlease rise.â He nudges you gently. âForgive me if my sudden appearance has startled you.â
Gulping, you get to your feet quickly. âNo, no. IâŚum, had gotten lost.â Fidgeting, you add, âTh-this is a beautiful cave.â
The god purrs in satisfaction. âThank you. I have personally procured and arranged everything you see here, and those inscriptions on the walls are my doing as well.â
Before you know it, heâs taking you on a tour of the place, a story for each and every thing present within this cave. Honestly, itâs all in one ear and out the other for you â youâre more preoccupied with the thought that youâre in a secluded place with the god of your land.
âAh, but I have gone on for far too long,â he finishes after what seems like an eternity, his gait a little more prideful after his stories. âI should be taking you home now.â
âYou â you know where I live?â
âI have impeccable memory, little one. I remember where each and every human takes up residence.â He looks out the cave mouth, and you follow his gaze to the rising moon. âBut it is quite late; I insist you spend the night here, and I shall have you home when dawn breaks.â
Who are you to refuse your god when heâs already placing you on his makeshift flower-woven bed? He uses his mouth to tuck you in, careful not to let his teeth hurt you. Then, he curls up around you. You look up at him, and he gives you a small nod, putting out the beautiful golden torches.
âSleep. I shall watch over you.â
(He literally watches over you all night. Two glowing eyes just staring at you in the darkness like a figment of horror.)
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â Good boy. â
Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader x Tomura Shigaraki x Taishiro Toyomitsu x ftm!Shota Aizawa x ftm!Keigo Takami | AU, Dabi & Tomura works as a body piercer & tattoo artist. Taishiro and Shota work as college professors | nsfw, smut, p**n with plot | vers. bttm. reader | wc: 8.7K | NOT PROOFREAD
warnings: most likely inaccurate description of getting pierced, D/S dynamics, T4T (Shota Aizawa x r! x Takami Keigo), infinity collar (Keigo Takami), markings, blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex, orgy, minor daddy kink, overstimulation, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though), squirting, Aizawa has had top and bottom surgery, Keigo has had top surgery and bottom growth
masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3
authors note: this is for @thatone1diot and @kaycesspade! I could not resist writing more for these horny idiots! * song on repeat when writing this: sugar by sleep token & LA FAMA by ROSALiA ft. The Weeknd
Oh fuck.
Taishiro, with those warm honey eyes, catches the apprehension on your face. He lifts a hand, his smile soft and dimples filled with nothing but kindness; "There's really no need for that. The offer is really cool and all but, we're practically strangers, so there's no need for â " Tomura scoffs as he folds his arms across his chest.
"Strangers? You put your dick into our boy, wouldn't think that counts as something strangers do," he snaps out. Dabi is slipping a hand into your back pocket, the other reaching for the back of Tomura's neck.
"Alright, alright. Nobody is a fan of the fivesome. No need to get all macho about it," Dabi said. Taishiro offers an apologetic grin that makes your lips pursed. "It's fine, really," you pull away from your boyfriends â they watch with cocked brows â and stand between the duos. "It wasn't offensive, it was just a lame joke Dabi likes to make." Dabi didn't think his jokes were lame, his frown reflects his thoughts but you elect to ignore it as you turn to face Taishiro and Shota. Out of the club, they're dressed so...handsomely. You suppose they could be wearing nothing but a potato sack and still make you salivate but it was nice to see their personal styles.
Shota was wearing a black turtleneck that was tight in all the right places, his coat hung over his arm and sleeves rolled up to show the dark ink on his cool-toned skin. On the other hand, Taishiro is in white and creams â his button-up crisp with his coat made his skin glow. His hair slicked back showed off those mixed metals decorating his ear lobes and cartilage.
God, he was huge. Not just his tall frame but the softness of his tummy and the way his sleeves seem to struggle to hold onto all of him. Memories of that night flood in and you shouldn't be surprised at your perverted brain doing what it does but there's a sense of shame that comes.
"A - anyways, what brings you two here?" Shota gives a glance over your shoulder, you wonder where he got that facial scar. Your thighs tickle in memory of his beard, before he answers.
"A friend recommended the place." You nodded and motioned for them to go towards the glass counter. Tomura huffs behind you but follows you as well. There were several other tattoos and piercing parlors around here. It was just the area for it. Still, Villain's Hideout was a crowd favorite for its beautiful tattoos along with their masterful piercing techniques.
"You're getting a tattoo?" You wonder, grabbing the store's iPad and peeking at Shota through your lashes. He shakes his head, stroking over the curved cartilage of his ear.
"A piercing. Helix." He wonders why your eyes sparkle. Shota watches the silent exchange between you and Tomura with mild interest.
"...Would you be willing to get pierced by him?" Tomura says after a quick exhale. Shota pinches his brows.
"Is he trained to pierce people?" You nod enthusiastically and it reminds him of the night you were downing tequila shots with ease whilst leaning against the bar with a giant grin; looking oh-so handsome when you glanced back at him with a wink.
He isn't sure if that memory helped his confidence in your ability to stab a needle through him, but he nodded either way.
"I don't see why not, if I die at least you'll know who to sue, Taishiro." The joke manages to wring a chuckle from your lips. It loosens your boyfriends shoulders. You hope itâll be an indication that things can goo by smoothly between everyone today. There really was no need for any drama â youâve had your fill with the months leading up to the three of you finally making it official. Youâve earned some peace in this lifetime.
Dabi's usual spot is too much of a squeeze for everyone. So you're in Tomura's; it's more spacious, less private.
"So, are you guys a couple?" Dabi is sitting on the swivel chairs, watching you idly as you and Tomura set and sanitize things up. Taishiro smiles, putting his phone away after he had taken a photo of Shota sat on the chair. "We're colleagues, actually." Dabi scoffs, inching in closer to them before Tomura can wheel him back.
"At like a BDSM club or something? Seem pretty coordinated. Is it an open relationship kinda deal?"
"You're so interested, I'm almost flustered," Shota drawls out. "We're coworkers who fuck each other with no romantic aspects in our relationship."
Shota isn't usually so open about himself and his private life. Although because he ate you out with Taishiro's dick in your cunt, he supposes he should offer your boyfriends some courtesy.
"Hm, fair enough." Dabi says with a shrug. Taishiro finds it befuddling how casually Dabi seemed to âapproveâ of their status. It was a bit strange, but he seemed like the eclectic type anyways.
Enigmatic? Was that a nicer description?
Tomura hooks the toe-point of his boots to the steel bars of the swivel chair and tugs Dabi back. "You got it, babe?" Tomura murmurs. You nod, humming along as you recount the steps in your head.
"Will Shota be your first?" Taishiro wonders as you turn around. Tomura snickers but a quick elbow from you silences it into a pleased grin. "No, I pierced Dabi's ears before and did Tomura's lip piercing. A few lobe piercings too!"
"He's good, we taught him everything he needs to know," Tomura holds the back of your nape, twisting your head to place a quick kiss on your lips.
"Isn't that right, baby?"
That look is still in his eyes. That possessiveness from the night in the club. His vermillion eyes are hooded with a desire that's entirely out of place. Still â your cheeks warm from the public display and irritation is beginning to show in the twitch of your brows.
"Yeah," you reply, darting your eyes elsewhere which makes Tomura's moisturized â you've made it a habit to do it for him for his sake â lips stretch. Dabi gives you the chair he'd been sitting on and you're unaware of the heavy gazes of the other men in the room.
That night of passion, unfiltered and raw and rough; your bedroom eyes from across the room that made embers of lust roar into a flame. Shota and Taishiro had come to the club to get drunk after a particularly harrowing round of marking their students exam papers. They had no intention of visiting the private rooms above despite the club owner excitedly informing them he had saved one just for them.
"Hizashi, we're only here for the drinks. Not the boys," Taishiro chuckles out, cheeks red and lips sweet from the drinks Hizashi had so graciously poured into his mouth. Straight from the bottle, standing over him while he was sitting on the couch. Shota was chugging the rest of it down after he had tapped the blonde's side for mercy.
"Really?" Hizashi scoffed. "You come to a club called Boy Toys for the drinks? Don't even wanna get your tips wet? You're fucking with me!" Taishiro whines when Hizashi slings an arm around his neck, forcing him to lean down a bit. "Your pretty little blonde pet still busy?" Shota sighs as the last drop trails down his chin, wiping it away with the back of his hand and placing the bottle down.
"When he isn't, we should arrange another play session! The both of you made him so good at eating ass out! My ass still has ghostly sensations!"
See? Absolutely no intention of finding someone to fuck. Until you bumped into him at the bar â tequila shots â and suddenly he just couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Taishiro's interests were obviously piqued because of Shota's and then, well....
You remember what happened next, don't you?
Stumbling into the private room, Shota's talented mouth working you open and Taishiroâs cock splitting you open...
âReady?â Shota nods and you murmur a thank you as you reach for the alcohol swabs. Wordlessly, Shota brushes his long bangs back and into a ponytail, revealing the streaks of white hairs he has and Dabi blinks as he spots the way your fingers wrinkle the poor swab.
Shota straightens his back and you carefully feel the spot. He wanted it higher, a quick touch to the curve of his ear tells you itâs because of space as you felt the dips of his other piercings. Shota focused his gaze on anything but you; staring at the floor and his lap. Unintentionally catching the sliver of skin the oversized shirt collar shows him.
Youâre marked up. That doesnât surprise him. Itâs the amount of marks that do. If it wasnât the hickeys, it was the traces of what was probably a collar. Shota holds himself back from commenting on it. It wasnât his place to tell you there were nicer, padded, collars that wonât leave such marks on your skin. Even if he was dying to ask if you have any moisturizer or gel to soothe it.
The coolness of the wet pad cleaning the spot feel numbed out for him. If he could muster anymore attention to anything but the remnants of sex on your body, he'd applaud you for how thoroughly you're sanitizing the area and how steady your fingers are as you mark the spot.
A mirror breaks his train of thought and his wide eyes blink back at himself.
âWhat do you think?â Shota focuses on the mark, clearing his throat. This was not appropriate. The situation was unusual but his behaviour was entirely inappropriate. Dabi stands behind you, bending at the waist as he regards the placement. The sight of him makes Shotaâs interest pique despite his moral protests.
Dabi had offered â No! It was an awful joke! Thatâs all!
âI like it,â Shota nearly strains out. Seeing your lips curl proudly only fuels his guilt. And lust. âGood job, baby,â Dabi presses a kiss to the side of your temple and his hands squeeze your nape once again.
It must be a comforting touch for you. Twice now itâs done and each time, both Taishiro and Shota note how your eyelids flutter. Threatening to close but being kept open through sheer will and â if your reproachful glare to them is of any indication â slight embarrassment.
Bit too late for that now if theyâre being completely honest.
âDâyou need me to hold your hand, Shota?â Taishiro teases from his side. Shota snorts, tilting his head as he looks down at Taishiro. âYouâll be the one squeezing my hand until it breaks if I do that. So no.â
âBig guys a scaredy cat?â Tomura is staying in his corner. Content as he watches you prepare the jewellery for Shota from a distance. Dabi is hovering and youâre tempted to elbow him too if it werenât for the grip he had on your waist.
âHah, not really,â Taishiro snorts, âShotaâs just teasing. Heâs the more edgy one compared to me.â Tomuraâs brows raise at that.
âI just like poking fun at him,â Taishiro adds.
At the moment, you're feeling something else poke at your behind. God, the both of them were like animals in heat. There's a pinch of amusement at this but you push it down. Dabi and Tomura laugh along to Taishiro's words â they were little shitheads too. Taishiro was just in nicer packaging.
He was so big. The mere memory of him makes your dick twitch. What did his parents feed him to make his body so perfect?
You chastise yourself in your head. Bad enough your boyfriends already have some weird beef with these DILF's, you cannot be calling them DILF's in your head and lust over them. You were a whore but you weren't an adulterous whore!
You pick up your piercing instruments, tilting your head to switch gears from horny fantasies to a more professional mindset. Dabi's boner can wait.
The gloves are making his thoughts run wild. Feeling you but not all of you, the pressure of your touch and the concentrated scrunch between your brows are making him feel like a teenager.
Was that just the effect you had? Making queer men go stupid after one taste of you?
It's like some sort of supernatural power. A mutation or a quirk, hes's sure of it. Because Shota was not some horny dog that ran after any pretty boy, especially not ones who were already in a relationship. These emotions of rabidness was not meant for someone like him, it was meant for his student not him. He had a goddamn tenure.
Shota tenses as the sharp tip of a hollow needle presses onto his skin. He dares to flick his eyes upwards and he instantly regrets it. You look at him and that memory of the night he met you flashes again.
"Deep breathe in."
He can definitely do that.
His shoulders raise and drop. The needle pierces through with a sharp yet familiar sting. Itâs soothing. The rush is minuscule but itâs the exact pinch he needs to rid his filthy thoughts of you. Shota is impressed with how smoothly your motions are. Youâve clearly got the routine down. Hands steady as you slip the hoop through his flesh and gently fix the jewellery. Dabi is still behind you, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed while Tomura is sneaking a video of your process.
You nod, backing away with a proud grin. Itâs Dabiâs cue to inspect the product and Tomura holds up a mirror for Shota.
âLooks great,â Dabiâs praise practically makes you bounce off the balls of your feet. Taishiro approaches, so Shota turns his head for him to get a look. It was perfect. The placement was exactly where he wanted it to be and there was no blood spilt â
Why is this making his craving for you heighten?
The payment process that follows is oddly methodical. Taishiro likened it to a mechanical process. The air was so thick with sexual tension despite the inappropriateness of the entire situation. Or perhaps, because of the inappropriate situation. The blondeâs cheeks were red and all that was shared was just heavy gazes, coy questions and teasing.
It ends so abruptly. He kneads at his neck, as if physically feeling the effects of whiplash instead of metaphorically. Shota bids you and your boyfriends, thanking you for the piercing and Taishiro offers a polite nod and grin. The door closes behind them and they both walk in silence for a minute or two.
â...Heâd honestly love the three of them,â Taishiro casually mentions. âDidnât he say he wanted a new piercing?â
Shota and him exchange a look. Taishiro then slips his phone out and begins texting their obedient little pet. They did promise him a good surprise for when he returned from his trip overseas â new playmates sounds perfect. They were already on some thin ice with Tomura, Taishiro thinks. Their pet would be an olive branch, an offer of peace, so to speak.
Toga and Spinner tilt their heads at the closed store. She rattles the front door with a quizzical expression while Spinner is balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder, rummaging his pockets upon pockets of his pants for the keys. Twice was keeping "lookout" behind them while he held the canned drinks they got from the grocery store a train ride away.
"Spinner, are you messing with us?" Toga pouts. Thankfully, the weather was cool and breezy. But it wasn't exactly good for business for them to be loitering in front of their own store. They looked dumb too, Twice whined out at some point.
"We look like losers!" the taller of the three huffs.
"Give me a goddamn second! I know I brought the keys with me, okay?" Spinner hisses out. Toga and Twice watch on, unimpressed.
The rattling of the door makes him shiver. That's what he'd say if you asked. It was your tongue and tongue piercing but telling you that would just make you way too smug about your headgame. Tomura's spot was hidden away by a wooden divider, the dark red colour of it popping out brightly against the cooler tones of the shop. Dabi's spot was a small room with one door tucked in the hallway at the back of the store.
Tomura's spot was a corner. Not a room, no door.
The only thing separating it from the front area was that wooden divider and some big plants whose leaves needed a wipe down.
Fucking in Tomura's spot is always a rush considering how the shops front is basically a fish tank. That, and the CCTV in the corner provides Tomura â and Dabi and you â with grainy, noir-esque, replays.
Tomura knows Spinner doesn't have the keys. He left his fanny pack â or as he calls it, his Utility Belt â behind the glass counter. He thinks that deserves a bit of punishment and ignores his buzzing phone while you're working on his cock. He half-regrets teaching you how to use that damn barbell piercing. It flicks under head, dragging itself up to his slit and Tomura curses as you grin.
"I'll cum all over your face if you keep teasing me," he warns.
"Hm, promise, baby?" you push your lips out, relishing in the salty taste of his precum while he tosses his head back. Dabi watches from the side, sitting on the same spot Shota had been on, while he looked at the stores iPad.
His dick was so hard and begging to be let out from his pants. His usual impatience's was not present in this romp. It couldn't have been from their three dumbass apprentices outside the door. He relishes in peoples â small â sufferings.
You roll your eyes internally at him brooding. Focusing on Tomura as you squeeze his dick just how he likes it. The contrast of your hold, wet, tongue and that cold, smooth, piercing â the swelled tongue and soft food diet you had to go through was worth it. Tomura was close, you could feel the way he's twitching in your mouth and you pull back with just the slightest hint of teeth.
It makes him grunt, gripping the back of your head in warning and you flutter your eyes closed to simply avoid looking at him.
"Fuckin' brat." He wasn't wrong. It wasn't his lose. He liked you like that way.
You take him into your mouth again, humming, and Tomura hates how good it feels. The incessant buzzing is making Dabi's eye twitch and so he crouches next to you to reach into Tomura's pants. You ignore him completely while he answers the call, simply going further down on Tomura.
"Shit â !"
"Yo, Spinner. What's up?" Dabi moves to stand behind you as he boxes you between him and Tomura. He guides Tomura's hand to his crotch, and he stifles the moan in his throat as he feels it jump from underneath the layers.
"Are you guys in the store?" Spinner sounds hopeful.
Dabi almost feels bad for them...
"Nah, we headed out to buy some food. There's no appointments until later today. You want anything to eat?"
Tomura manages to whip his dick out and you felt it tap the back of your head. Pulling away, you wipe the spit away from your lips as you look at Dabi in disbelief.
"What the fuck is your problem?" you mouth at him.
Tomura chuckles, pushing himself off the wall and closing in on you.
"What the fuck's your problem?" you hiss.
He simply gestures to their dicks and you sit back on your calves in disbelief.
"Well, ah, no...we're at the store and I kinda..." Spinner trails off.
"Yeah?" Dabi caresses your ear, trailing his touch down to your chin. That wavering glare on your face...fuck, nothing gets him harder. His cock twitches again and you curse out the both of them as you jerk them both off.
"I left my keys inside the store," Spinner admits with a sigh.
"Seriously?" Dabi laughs when you leave petty kitten licks along his cock.
"Man, I swear I thought I got it on me before I left," He elects to ignore Toga whispering/hissing at him that she told him so to instead strain his ears to hear his bosses response.
"You gotta do better than that," Tomura says. It makes Spinner's shoulders droop; "I know, man. I'll double check before we leave next time."
"Yeah, that's good," Tomura praises as you spit onto his dick, the friction alleviating.
"Yeah, so, where are you guys eating at?"
"What?" Dabi sighs when you bring both of their tips together, kissing them while your hands jerk them both.
"Uh, said you were at eating lunch?"
"Shit, yeah," Tomura groans when you take his dick in again. Dabi clenches his jaw when you cup his balls and squeeze them gently. He wonders for a moment if you did the same with that Taishiro and Shota that night. It tightens his expression into a sour one.
"Huh?" Spinner's voice pulls him away.
"We took Tomura's car. Might take awhile. Why don't you guys chill out at that cafe nearby," Dabi bites out.
"Uh â Oh â"
The line is disconnected.
"'Kay...?"
The air is biting. Despite the layers he has on him. The tropical temperatures had spoiled him and his winter coats were annoyingly heavy as they pressed against his body â his shoulders feeling particularly heavy. Winter was just horrible, really. Other then the hot drinks and using it as an excuse to find a body to curl up with.
There was also the added bonus of covering up and hiding your face too. This time, without the humidity of a facemask during a warm day.
Keigo lets the pros and cons of snow flurry in his mind as his long legs guide him to The Villains Hideout. This side of town had a less intimidating aura when everyone was bundled up. It made him chuckle from behind his neck scarf. These tatted up men and women just looked like emo grandma's â those titanium piercings must be frigid.
He stops in front of the store and spots a few people gathered around a glass coffee table and low couch, the neon words hung above the couch shining a comforting yellow as all of them share a laugh.
Keigo presses on, the door sensor going off and immediately turning heads.
You honestly hadn't expected to get any customers. It wasn't a snow storm, but the streets were somewhat bare. Toga and Twice greet the bundled up man, standing as they held onto their warm mugs of tea/coffee. Dabi and you sat next to each other and instantly noticed the clothes he wore.
They were branded. Expensive. New.
The both of you shared a glance.
Tomura briefly mentioned of Dabi coming from a pretty affluential yet shitty family. You weren't sure if you should feel glad you were right about Dabi having parental issues, but it explained a lot. You leaned into Tomura to flutter your lashes up at him and he deliberately stands to ignore you.
"I didn't make an appointment. I hope that's okay," Spinner's ears twitch. That tone of voice. Where has he heard it before?
"Oh, sure. That's cool. You in here for ink or for piercings?" Toga takes a page out of your book and blinks rapidly. She's been dying to stab someone a million times with her needles. Tomura would tell her to stop saying it like that, but he finds it too amusing to do so.
Keigo approaches the counter after offering everyone else a polite nod. With his back to the waiting area, the four of you â Dabi, Spinner, Twice, and you â shamelessly eye him from top to bottom. When he removes the beanie, Spinner nearly jumps into the air.
"Holy shit," he slams a palm onto Twice's knee. The man flinches, bewildered. You're still squinting, leaning back into Dabi's shoulders as you sip on your drink. "What? Ya' know him?" Dabi is acting like the man isn't a feet away from him. You elbow him to remind him to keep his volume into a whisper.
"That's Takami Keigo. The model."
"Whoah? Really!?" Twice is smacked on his shoulder by Spinner, making him yelp.
Tomura offers Keigo a lipless, pursed, smile at the commotion behind him. "Don't mind 'em. They're fucking dumbasses," Keigo laughs. It's practiced. Something you'd hear from a guest during some late night show.
"Nah, it's alright." Takami Keigo, model. He was easy on the eyes. Strong brows, deep double eyelid crease and a nice curve to his nose. Tomura can see why he's plastered on nearly every mens magazine and interviewed for the womens magazines. He wasn't much a gossip â everyone in the store would disagree â but Tomura is active online.
Takami was private. He had interviews and posted semi-actively on his social media accounts, sure. But outside of what he allowed to be known, he was practically a hermit crab.
"So, piercing?" Toga hides her disappoint as Takami nods. He had nice lobe piercings but nothing too unconventional. Comes with the profession, Tomura supposes. Your body is no longer really yours.
"Is it okay if we discuss this in a more private setting?" Takami was straightforward. Yet, the tone he said it in just makes you loosen up. It's those honey coloured eyes.
Or maybe Tomura was just gay.
Toga and him share a glance but he nods and motions for Takami to the hallway. Dabi cocks a brow as Tomura curls his finger for him to come hither. He cocks his brow again when you're suddenly standing with him.
"What? I just wanna get more experience," you defended.
"D'you have some sort of piercing fetish? You do know it's illegal to make people unknowillingly participate in your kinks, right?" Dabi swings an arm around your shoulders to catch your head between his bicep and chest, smiling at your grunt as he messes with your hair.
It simultaneously irritates you and soothes you.
Curse him and his delicious muscle mass.
Takami is dressed down now. His goose-feathered padded jacket, and branded beanie neatly folded over a chair in the corner. You pause in the doorway. Dabi slips past you and Takami eyes him for a moment then you.
You smile and lean against the doorway, curling one leg over your ankle as your boyfriends prepared the consent form.
"It's pretty straightforward," Tomura says, "honestly though, doing it while it's cold out isn't the best choice."
"Hah, I know, I know," he waves a hand around and tugs at his cashmere scarf, "I meant to do it when it was warmer but I've never gotten around to it. Might as well bite the bullet and just get it over it. No shirtless photoshoots during winter either."
Takami pauses for a moment then ping-pongs his eyes between the three of you once again.
"Actually, uh. Like I said, my friends told me about this place. They mentioned a (Y/N)."
Your name sounded pretty coming from him. It made blood rush to your cheeks and you straightened up considerably.
"Me?"
You're hot. You, and your boyfriends. Keigo can see why Shota and Taishiro told him about you. Though he hasn't exactly understood the whole kink vibe they were talking about. Polyamory wasn't kinky â just a relationship dynamic. He knew his dominants knew that better than anyone, so Keigo just nodded and waited for it to unfold.
He trusted his doms and their choices, but he did appreciate them giving him a chance to scope the scene, so to speak. The three of you were strangers after all, to him and his dominants. Plus, they didn't even know if you'd be down for mingling private parts as a group.
"I heard you're good at what you do," Takami tilts his head, leaning back on his hands on the bench. A husky laugh erupts from the dark-haired man. The iPad is dwarfed as his long fingers as he precariously holds it like a tray over his shoulder, his other hand cupping his elbow.
"He's good, but he isn't ready for a nipple piercing. Not yet."
"But he'll be more than happy to watch."
Ah. There it was. Introduced to him with such a charming smirk. It's entirely wolf-like. You nod eagerly, eyes twinkling as you settle next to Tomura. Instantly, he reaches to wrap an arm around your waist. His usually cold fingers were warm from the hot mug of tea and you relished in it as he 'sneakily' slipped them up your sweater. It was casual PDA, perhaps a bit too much in a closed room, but Keigo didn't mind. He signed the consent form, ignoring the slow drips of fire down south.
Dabi looked over the consent form once it was signed. "Hope you don't mind taking off your shirt in front of people," the jokes makes Takami chuckle. He reaches for the hem of his sweater and pulls up.
It glints in the light, catching your eye instantly. Takami folds his clothes on his lap and sets it aside. It's titanium, looking like a complete circle with no ridges or bumps. There didn't seem to be any sight of a way to unclasp it, other then a thin â barely noticeable â slit. It rests comfortably around his neck, not tight enough to be a choker and instead demurely laying on his collarbone. Tomura instantly recognizes it, while you were intrigued. Dabi sets everything up, knowing one of you would ask.
"Nice collar," Tomura's words make Takami...bashful. His lips curl into an appreciative grin and you're prompted to ask; "What is it for?"
"It's an infinity collar, (Y/N)." Your boyfriend answers, Takami nods in confirmation. Takami strokes the front of it, his wine-red polished nails looking oh-so-pretty.
âItâs different for every dynamic, but my doms and I enjoy the permanent collar aspect. Itâs soothing in a sense. Plus, it looks good on me.â
âAnything looks good on you, youâre a model,â you say light-heartedly. His laugh is airy this time, less talk show and more casual. âSo, itâs an ownership thing?â Dabi slides over the cart of instruments. âFor us, yeah. Weâre busy people and itâs just a nice reminder outside of our scenes.â He lands his sights on you and Tomura, contemplating for a brief second.
"You've actually met my doms before. Aizawa and Taishiro."
You cough. A shoulder jerking, curling over, coughing fit kinda cough. Tomura rubs your back, using your surprise as a way to hide his. Itâs been a couple of weeks since that encounter. Other than Dabiâs possessive scenes and dissuading Tomura from stalking their socials, youâd almost forgotten all about them.
"They have a thing for pretty boys, don't they?" Dabiâs smooth with his reply. Shitty bastard. You find your composure. Extremely glad that you werenât gulping down any water at that moment. Jesus, talk about a small world. Your boycunt and asscheeks still ache from your boyfriend's bout of possessive sex.
Takami smirks. Those golden eyes look at you again, swallowing you up.
"Guess they do, but to be fair â you three made quite the impression."
âThese two were bizarre, Iâm sure Sho â your doms were just being nice.â Nice recovery, Tomura thinks with a small scoff. You were glad to know they didnât think you and your boyfriends were complete weirdos, finally, you could sleep easier at night.
âDonât listen to him. (Y/N) is just embarrassed we fucked him in the hallway while your old men were listening in,â Dabi motions for him to sit up straight, placing his hand on Takami's chest.
âOh, they werenât just listening,â Takami replies.
Youâre dreaming. Youâve had some pretty sexy dreams before, this must be one of those extremely realistic ones. Tomura is going to wake you up with his fingers inside of you while Dabiâs licking at your chest because of how you were moaning at this dream orgy. Yeah, thatâs it.
There is no fucking way this just falls onto your lap.
Takami's collar glints, the light catching your eye and you feel envious. That must be nice, that nice weight on the base of your neck as a constant reminder. You could definitely plan an outfit thatâd go with it.
âMy doms and I, weâve been humouring the idea of an orgy. They seem very interested in the three of you and I wanted nipple piercings. One stone, six birds.â
Dabi and Tomura donât even need to land their sights on you to know youâre wide-eyed and expecting. Threesomes were their wheelhouse; orgies? That takes a bit more coordination, trust, discussions, and condoms â Oh god, so many more condoms.
âYou donât have to answer right away,â Takami assures with a wave of his hand. âJust a suggestion. I donât want you to be trembling while piercing me.â
âTheyâre still sensitive after your top surgery?â Dabi is pleasantly surprised by his nod. âNot as sensitive as they used to be but Iâm grateful the old doctor who did it still had it in him to preserve them.â
His chest was the envy of all men. Firm and filled out, the scars he had nearly all the way gone. Still, you wonder if heâd enjoy the sight of you licking them and telling him how sexy he was.
Tomura squeezes you again. As if he knows the filthy thoughts your brain is conjuring.
Dabi warns Takami about the pinch heâd feel. âYou honestly donât feel the first one at all, the adrenaline helps. The second nipple is going to hurt a bit more, need anything to squeeze, Takami?â
âCall me Keigo, please. I offered all of you to get into an orgy with me, might as well get into the first name basis.â
Keigo calls out your name and Tomuraâs. He holds out a hand and you slip yours in while Tomura stands by his legs, placing his hold there. Keigoâs not sure if this will turn into a new fixation but seeing three handsome men stare down at him was making his crotch feel all sorts of things.
Primarily, itâs feeling the urge to be used, but Keigoâs a good boy.
A very good boy.
You, on the other hand, are not. Keigo was a messenger with gold wings and you were raised right, dammit. A guest should not leave with nothing â ignoring the fact he is getting a piercing â and so you lean down and brush the hair away from his face.
His eyes widen as how close your face is. This is familiar. Your first encounter with Dabi flashes through your mind and you smile as you cup his face.
âA distraction great for piercings. Need one?â
âOr two?â Tomuraâs hands are resting on his knees now.
Dabi shakes his head as he laughs under his breath. What else did Keigo expect, offering such a scandalous proposition to you? He supposes he deserves this and, really, he should get to know you three to some degree.
Just to test the chemistry.
âIâm not allowed to cum,â he says as Tomuraâs hands travel to his thighs. You coo as you tease him with your lips hovering over his. Your grip on his hand loosens and tightens, mimicking his racing heart. His throat is closing up like it always does, but Keigo pushes through to speak.
âBut Iâm allowed to make three of you cum.â
âTell us your colours when you need to,â Dabi reminds him as he sanitizes the piercing spot. âThat means, no kissing, (Y/N).â
Keigo and you turn to look at Dabi, eyebrows furrowed in despair. He simply stares ahead.
âIt isnât fair that Keigoâs the only one with rules. Youâre not allowed to kiss him, Tomuraâs not allowed to suck his dick ââ
âWhat the fuck!?â
âAnd Iâm not allowed to participate. Iâll just watch.â
Tomura is aghast. Bewildered. Shocked. Bamboozled.
Him? Shigaraki âI Give The Best Headâ Tomura, not allowed to go down on a manâs penis?
He wants to smack Dabi but the man is prepping to pierce and Keigo needs a distraction. Dabi doesnât need to open his stupid fucking mouth, but Tomura connects their gazes and he knows what that raised brow means.
âCanât get someone off with your fingers? Lame.â
Dabi is lucky Tomura is his boyfriend.
Keigo gasps when he undoes his pants, pulling them down to his knees and squeezing the flesh of his thighs. Keigo is smooth, clean-shaven, and so soft. His cunt is warm, his cock big and twitching under the layer of his boxers and Tomuraâs mouth salivates.
Dabi simply hums as Tomura cusses him out.
âThatâs too bad, Keigo,â you whisper. âTomura, his mouth is fucking amazing. Youâd love it, baby.â Keigo is not even looking at his chest. Torn between your lips or Tomuraâs fingers cupping his crotch.
âFuck, what a big cock,â Tomura can feel it. It was half the length of his thumb. He so badly wants to see Keigo and your cock frotagging together. So badly wants to see it fuck into your boycunt.
The first piercing happens and you press a kiss to Keigoâs forehead while Tomura jerks him off through his boxers.
âO-oh, fuck.â
Taishiro and Shota werenât joking. He definitely understood their point now. His half-on pants were limiting his ability to widen his legs but Tomura sees it as a non-issue. Simply providing the pretty model with his services while his thighs pin his hands between them.
âGood boy,â you murmur against his forehead. It makes Keigoâs throat close and he whines so sweetly, the sound coming out in a rumbly song that makes your eyes crinkle.
âGood boy.â
It makes Keigo whine again and Dabi fixes the jewellery in place.
âHey, hey, no need to buck,â Tomura chides, pulling his hand away as he pins his hips down. Keigo freezes, wetting his lips as he stares at yours.
âSo needy,â you purr out.
The second piercing goes through and Keigo gasps this time, tightening his hold on your hand and you soothe him with kiss on his cheek this time.
He wants to cum. The thought is shocking to Keigo. He doesnât go against his doms, never even thinks too really. He relishes in rewards and praise.
But.
He wants to cum.
So fucking badly.
âAll done, baby,â Dabi stands and Tomura fixes Keigoâs pants up. You still look down at him, like some devilish saint as you blatantly break the one rule imposed on you.
You kiss him and Keigo wants to cum.
But Keigoâs a good boy.
He takes a moment to calm down, the three of you are good at grounding him with easy-to-answer questions and squeezes to his bicep and featherlight touches to his face. When he gets his bearings, he pulls his phone out.
He wants to cum with you, (Y/N).
Heâll show you just how good he can be.
He pretends not to be excited in the taxi cab home when he realises his number was added into a groupchat with all of you.
Fuck, he needs to cum. This taxi cab is not fast enough. He needs to cum now.
Keigo appears in front of Taishiroâs home and the tall man smiles sweetly at his darling pet's flustered expression, Shota greeting him as Keigo walks in.
âPlease, please, please.â
You can barely see past your nose. The blindfold across your eyes makes everything darker and fuzzier. This heightens your other senses. You can hear the shibari ropes creak as you breathe and squirm in the air. His beard tickles your thighs and your legs jerk but they donât move. Your arms are tied behind your back, wrists bound together in a pretty pattern as Shotaâs white rope digs into your chest and thighs. Being suspended in air is frightening, you feel like youâre constantly teetered on the edge.
You had no control. Completely defenceless and open. Hung from the ceiling like fresh meat.
It makes your cunt so wet, Shotaâs lapping it up like a starved dog. The entire process of him tying you up has made you sink so deep into subspace it made Tomura fully intrigued. The sight of your body going lax as the ropes applied pressure. The sighs of pleasure you let out despite not being touched in any sexual manner.
Tomura has never been interested in shibari before but if he gets to see you like this again, he might talk to Shota way more often for tips.
Fuck, the white rope against your (S/C) skin made him so hard. The sheen of sweat against your skin, running down the curve of your back and thighs â Keigo gags on his dick and Tomura groans out his appreciation. Taishiro chuckles as he guides Keigoâs head up and down Tomuraâs member.
âEasy, doll. Relax your throat,â Taishiro reaches under Keigoâs jaw and Dabi feels particularly empty as he sees the way the big manâs cock chubs up. Taishiro can feel Tomuraâs dick in Keigoâs throat and he keeps the blonde boy snuggly against his pelvis, when Keigo begins to choke he carefully pulls his head back. Keigo coughs, lips shining with spit as he sticks his tongue out.
Keigo is quiet, Shota tells them. Though he is a confident man on camera â and off â when it comes to intimate moments, Keigo is quiet. He simply prefers to be, to just get lost in the feelings of pleasure. Taishiro told them Keigo will be a bit shy at first is all, that heâll warm up soon enough.
Soon is now. Heâs whining again, looking at the three men in slight distress. âWhat is it, doll? What do you need?â Taishiro strokes through his hair and Keigo twists his head to look at you.
Fuck. Look at you.
Youâre sucking in a breath, back arching as your toes curl from Shotaâs talented mouth. Your fingers are indecisive. One second clutching the air and the next, letting go. Youâre tossing your head to the side, mouth open as your chest heaves up and down.
The lights in the room make your skin look good enough to eat. Youâre a filthy angel caught in the net of a demon named Shota. Heâs kneeled as he tastes you, his hair tied into a bun and so deliciously salt-and-peppery it makes Dabi grab at his dick.
Shotaâs beard is soaked and youâre losing your mind in the best way possible. They can tell youârs about cum. They can see it in the vein that threatens to jump out from your neck and the way youâre trying so hard to form sentences but your tongue is like lead and youâre simply saying; please.
Over and over again.
Taishiro tears his eyes away as Keigo paws at his thighs.
He desperately wants to fuck you. Taishiro stifles a laugh, walking past Keigo to sit between Tomura and Dabi, arching a brow as Dabi casually leans down to stroke his thick dick.
âYou know the rules, doll. If you wanna fuck him, you gotta ask his daddies.â
âYou? Fuck our baby? Think you can even make him cum? Heâs very spoiled yaâ know, heâll whine and kick and yell if youâre not pleasing him,â Tomura says as he taps his lap. Keigo crawls to him, kissing the skin sweetly as he looks up at Tomura.
âI...I can make him cum,â he says quietly. Taishiro reaches over to ruffle Keigoâs head, scratching under his chin. âKeigoâs a very good boy. Shota and I trained him well.â
Tomura pretends to think about it. Keigo begs between his legs, pumping his cock as he kisses up the sides, splattering precum on his chin when it bumps there but not losing a beat as he kisses Tomuraâs cockhead.
Shota pulls away from you when he hears footsteps. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while you catch your breath. Keigo kneels beside him and Tomura settles behind your suspended self. He laughs wickedly when you jump from his sudden touch to your sides.
âA-asshole,â you shakily hiss out. He kisses your arm as an apology while Shota guides Keigo to your dripping cock.
You can tell the difference between them. While Shotaâs technique was intent on making you last long and your orgasms gut-punchingly good. Keigo just wants to cum on his face. You squeak at his hunger.
Itâs messy. So fucking messy. Your slick is on his lips, his chin, practically dripping down his neck. He uses his fingers to spread your cunt apart and when he plunges his tongue inside, you moan like a true porn star.
Tomura has a hand on Keigoâs head, reaching from behidn your torso as he guides him. Setting a pace that isnât going to wear out your poor cunt too quickly, despite how tempting the thought of fucking your oversensitive pussy is â Tomura purposefully pushes Keigoâs face in just to hear his muffled groans and your breath hitching as his tongue deeper slips inside at the risk of Keigo losing his ability to breathe.
âKeigo! Fuh - Fuck, feels â Tuh-tuh much! Ngh!â
Keigo looks concerned for a moment but Tomura just smirks.
âKeep going, doll. He can take it. Câmon, this is what you wanted. Right?â Keigo nods and your entire body shakes as you feel an orgasm rip through you. Keigo moans as you cum all over his face, panting beneath you. His hot breath makes you lift your hips, whimpering at the stimulation despite how light it was.
Tomura slaps your cunt and you squeal.
âJust one more time, baby. Keigoâs hungry for you.â
Shota settles next to Dabi, putting him between Taishiro and himself. Dabi lifs his head away from Taishiroâs dick, jaw aching the tiniest bit before he turns to the sight of Shotaâs dick. He kisses Shota, licking away you from his lips and lightly sucking on his tongue before he leans down. He kisses the top scars, enjoying the feeling of his chest hair against his face before he goes further down and takes Shotaâs hard dick into his mouth.
The man sighs, threading his fingers through Dabiâs inky black hair. Taishiro and him share a kiss, groaning into it for entirely different reasons though both related to Dabi. Shota can feel him pressing just under his dick, rubbing the spot that makes him bite down on Taishiroâs lips.
âGonna cum?â Dabi purrs, so smug at Shotaâs flushed face. It disappears when Taishiro rearranges himself, pressing his crotch to Dabiâs ass.
âHey ââ
âRelax. Iâm not going to fuck you. Just grind against you. Youâve got a great ass...and a hot back tattoo.â Dabi shivers as Taishiroâs large hands run down his back. Every time he breathes, the dragons on his back do too and Taishiro wants to paint it with white.
âColour?â Taishiro asks.
âGreen, baby.â
Youâre set down on the bed. The air conditioning in the room making your sweat feel a bit cold and uncomfortable but thatâs hard to focus on when you feel Shota spread your thighs again.
Keigo is moaning beside you. Open-mouthed gasps and raspy groans as Tomura fucks his asshole. A rule that was implemented by Keigoâs dominants. His cunt was for them and his ass was for their guests. The blindfold that was still on you made it hard to predict his next move but you feel his cock tap onto your hole and you shakily open your legs further. Shota chuckles, sliding his dick up so you feel it rub against your swollen dick.
âFuck me, please. Just fuck me already.â
âHe doesnât say please much does he?â Dabi laughs at Shotaâs comment. It gets cut off by a groan as Taishiro rims his hole, so Tomura answers for him.
âHeâs a fucking brat. But we like him that way. Makes us fucking â â Keigo yelps at a rough thrust, his strap-on slapping onto his wet stomach â âwork for it.â
You feel Keigo reach for your wrist and you clasp your hands together, wishing you could see just how wrecked he was. He sounded like he was being fucked within an inch of his life. You wanted to see, but alas, you were given this blindfold because Dabi once again thought itâd only be fair that both subs got some sort of rule.
âPoor Keigo,â he said during the discussion of rules and limitations.
You wanted to punch him in his perfect face â
âAhh! Oh- oh fuck!â
Shota is fucking you with his dick. Itâs thick, stretching your poor cunt out as you squeeze around it. Though not as long, the way he moves his hips as you baring your neck as you toss your head back.
âShit, shit, shit!â
Keigo wants to kiss you. He twists his torso and you gasp into his mouth, teeth briefly clacking against the other as you made out.
âYou look suh-so pretty,â Keigo whispers. You grip onto his hand.
âI wanna see you, please...ngh! Fuck, please, Keigo.â
There you go again. Tempting good Keigo into breaking rules. He seems distraught by your pleas and Tomura grips his hair. He yowls, asshole stretching as Tomura pushes in deeper.
âShota, turn him onto his hands and knees. Need to shut our darling (Y/N) up before he corrupts your obedient doll more.â
Dabi has Taishiro pinned to the end of the bed. Fucking up into him as he watches you suck Keigoâs silicone cock. Itâs truly a talent you have. Slobbering over dick despite how good someone is fucking into your pussy.
Dabi is so proud of you.
âDabi, guh-god, those piercings,â Taishiro chokes out. âFeels good, doesnât it, big guy?â Taishiro nods, clutching onto the already soiled bedsheets.
Keigo is going insane. Youâre sucking his dick and you look so fucking good. Licking his tip, kissing the sides and taking it into your mouth. He moans with each action, entranced by how sincere your actions are. He bucks into your mouth despite Tomura not moving and thrusts into your mouth and back into Tomura completely unprompted.
Ah, he wants to see you look up at him. He can feel you moan around his dick as Shota fucks into you and he wants to see your eyes flutter and go cross eyed. Tomura laughs as Keigo wretches his hands away to rip your blindfold off.
Youre disorientated for a minute. Adjusting to the lights as you struggle to breathe through your nose.
Keigo feels shame but vindication. Youâre looking up at him and fuck youâre beautiful.
âBad boy,â Taishiro reprimands.
But Keigo doesnât care. Because you pull away, tongue stuck out and grinning.
You looked so proud of him.
Keigo cums around Tomuraâs dick, you take his cockhead into your mouth and heâs grateful as he imagines himself cumming down your throat.
Youâre kissing up Keigoâs chest, stroking his sides as all of you come down. Panting and soft moans echoed through the room as aftershocks of pleasure ran through everyone's nerves.
Shota is the first to get up, but Tomura forbids it as he circles his waist and pulls back down in the mess of sweaty bodies. âStay,â he whispers and Shota nods as he cradles Tomuraâs head to his chest. Taishiro lay on Dabiâs lap, he was itching for a cigarette but he remained on the large bed just watching over everyone for a moment.
âBaby,â he whispers to Taishiro. âIâm gonna get us water, can I do that?â Taishiro appreciates the gentleness Dabi is exhibiting. He lifts his head and Dabi slips out the room to get everyone some refreshments. He places it by the bedside tables, wiping down you and Keigo.
âWant Keigoâs dick in you?â you nod at Dabiâs question, curling your leg across his hips tighter and Keigo turns to kiss your forehead.
Dabi, Shota, Tomura and Taishiro chuckle at the sight. They slowly sit up, chatting quietly whilst wiping themselves down.
âWe should definitely do this again,â Dabi says whilst Tomura cleans his back. Shota leans against Taishiroâs soft front, nodding as he strokes Keigoâs back.
âI agree. Iâd love to teach your brat manners.â
You huff and simply hide your face in Keigoâs neck. The blonde smiles, simply allowing you too.
âAnd Iâd love corrupting your doll,â you reply smugly.
âSo, weâre all in agreement,â Taishiro coos out.
âFuck yeah, we are, are you kidding me?â Tomura scoffs. âThere is no way this is just a one time thing. Bâsides, look at those two bottoms, theyâre attached already.â
âHm,â Dabi muses. âItâd be mean to pull them away. Poor Keigo, poor (Y/N).â
Your body is protesting the thought but, fuck, you cannot wait for the next time. Keigo can feel you clench around his cock and he thinks the same as you.
#s3thwrit3sstuff#reader insert#male reader#male reader insert#gay reader#male!reader#touya todoroki x male reader#tomura shigaraki x male reader#taishiro toyomitsu x male reader#shota aizawa x male reader#touya todoroki x reader#tomura shigiraki x reader#taishiro toyomitsu x reader#shota aizawa x reader#keigo takami x male reader#bnha x male reader#mha x male reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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Privates First Class Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook: Our first real look.
Jimin and Jungkook. I know, I'm being insufferable but I can't NOT dwell on them a little more. Festa activities will make us move past this so fast as things always do in BTS Army life.
But you don't realize how much is bottled up or how starving you've been until you finally get to feast on that one thing you've been missing. That didn't sound very appealing and I'm not really that pathetic (its mostly the busy-ness inside my head) but you know what I mean, right? I've missed them soooo much!
Military life seems to have been going well for them. Since January we've had very little news about them. Just military blips here and there... training with U.S. Marines... kitchen police... cooking rice... cleaning from top to bottom... learning to aim big-ass missiles and hitting targets and living on rations for a week. Even receiving recognition for outstanding service.
Almost every day I imagine them doing their daily duties and all... but there was little to go by. And that's fine. Some of those things I don't want to think about. But that's what they are doing every day.
Seeing them in real time in the flesh is very reassuring.
One thing that was noticeable to me is that Jimin and Jungkook did not look like their usual sleepy-head selves they are at that time of the morning. But they both looked strong and composed. Going to bed every night like a normal person and getting a good night's sleep is a healthy habit they will probably break the moment they are discharged.
Jimin... just wow. His hair grew out. No more buzz cut. But also, the duality continues:
Someone posted a comparison pic of Jimin's painted nails and a close up of his hands which now have what look like healed spots on his hands and knuckles and scuffed nails... I don't have the pic but it shows how he's fully immersed in his military duties. Hands do get beat up somewhat when you work with them a lot.
Jungkook looked amazing.
Jungkook's little burn scars... that damn edge of the oven or hot pan will get you when you least expect it! Got him twice too! Ouchie! I hope it didn't bother him for too long. To the infirmary!
He'll get Polyc to cover that up with a new tattoo. Or maybe design one around it to highlight Jungkook's battle scars he received while an enlisted man.
One thing they are most likely gaining now is self-confidence in the ability to do something NOT in their wheelhouse. Leading people or working with people who are not the ones they used to see day in and day out for ten years. Learning new skills, being part of a different team, doing different things can be enriching and will enhance other parts of their lives.
Not being with the people who are paid to be there to make sure they look good and every whim is taken care of....the isolation had to be culture shock for them. Knowing they are together, that center of familiarity when they are faced with something new, is a great source of comfort.
Jimin and Jungkook showed up to Jin's discharge in full uniform. I will assume they arrived together straight from their base, where they must remain in their uniforms at all times.
Hugs all around. Jimin's are the best, most heartfelt hugs.
Jimin and Tae's hug... I felt that shit. The squeeze, the "no, don't let go yet," the fullness of it. They mean a lot to each other. I know they've always been close, they've told us so, they've reminded us they speak to each other often even when they weren't working as a group.
And I'm sorry but the awkward side hug between Tae and JK was not "tHeY jUsT sPeNt TiMe ToGeThEr." Be for real. Are you fucking blind? That was Tae saying "bro, didn't realize you walked up behind me, are you not gonna hug me too?" And JK going "oh, well, ok if you insist, bro (since you won't let go of my wrist)."
No, Jimin and Jungkook did not hug each other... they just got out of the car that they rode in from their base where they live together. Where they showered and got dressed and ate breakfast together before getting in the car. It is perplexing how that is even a question I see people put out there.
There was curiosity as to whether Jimin and Jungkook were on day leave or what and initially seeing them in uniform the first assumption is that they might be only on temporary day leave and would have to return to base that evening. But then we got the group pic at the Hybe building and Jimin and Jungkook had changed clothes. From what I understand, when a soldier is on day leave, they must remain in uniform AT ALL TIMES during that day. No quick change into some other clothes for a while. REMAIN IN UNIFORM AT ALL TIMES NO MATTER WHAT. So them being in civvies tells us they are on vacation/days off. We don't know how much time they took off but perhaps they won't go back to the base until Monday.
During their days off they will probably separate and go do their own thing. Maybe they will take time to go to Busan and visit fam. Most likely, Jungkook will go check on the progress of the Itaewon house construction (the exterior of JK's new house is black and it will have a tiny balcony that faces the street and appears to have some livable rooftop space). Jungkook may visit Bam. They may visit their other friends. Since the entire group was there, they most likely shared how they were doing and most likely talked about next year.
The delulu mode has activated...
#jikook#jimin#jungkook#bts military service#jins military discharge#only one year left before my pookies are discharged
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Tattoos of You
Look, I know this gif is ancient but I love this one don't judge me.
ANYWAY here I am with my entry for @wyattjohnston's summer 2024 fic exchange! I had the pleasure of writing for @senditcolton so I hope you enjoy this because I have literally been thinking about this fic so much for the last like three months (yes I have been working on this idea for too long)
These following links are some of the tik toks that I used for inspo for this fic: X X X X X
Special shoutout to @nicohischier for reading this the entire time I was writing it, love you (I swear you'll get a happy fic at some point)
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, aNGST (Nicole you asked for it)
WC: 11k
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an open book with a sunset coming out of it
The sun was shining, children were running around and laughing, people were splashing around in the water.
Colette was under an umbrella, trying to stay in its shade as much as possible, with a hat on her head and her sunglasses on.Â
âCan you please enjoy yourself?â Becca asks.Â
âThis is as close to enjoying myself as youâre going to get,â Colette mumbles, not looking up from the book that she was reading. Itâs not that she hated the beach, itâs that she hated the sun, the sand, the heat, the noise, the crowds of people.
Maybe she did hate the beach.
âDo you want to go back up to the house?â The house was not much better: the AC barely worked when they got in last night, and Colette spent most of the night not sleeping because of how hot the room was. She was also pretty sure that there was a raccoon somewhere in the walls of the house, since the scratching she could swear was coming from behind her head when she was in her bed only happened at night, and magically stopped once the sun came up.Â
âDo you want to go back to the house?â Colette asks.
âNot at all.âÂ
âWell, Iâm not going to walk the two miles back alone, am I?â
Becca rolls her eyes, shielding them from the sun despite the huge sunglasses on her face. She looks out to the water and lets out a long sigh. âEveryone else is in the water having fun, why donât we join them?â
Colette makes a face as she looks out at the rest of her friend group. They were playing some horrible version of chicken, given the fact that she was sure she and Becca were the only ones sober at this point. âThen when you get out of the water, the sand sticks to you because youâre all wet and itâs impossible to get off.âÂ
âYouâre, like, the only person I know who hates the beach this much.â
âI wanted to go to a cabin near the lake we used to go to when we were younger, and you all wanted to âtry something new,ââ Colette points out. âI told you I didnât like the beach, but you guys said you wouldnât go away without me.âÂ
Becca rolls her eyes again, âThatâs because we like you, Lettie. Youâre the responsible one in the group.âÂ
Becca gets up without another word, going to join the rest of their friends in the water. âGreat,â Colette mumbles, going back to her book. Â
She loses track of time, her friends never even coming back to talk to her while she finishes one book and quickly moves on to the next. The people around her come and go, the beach slowly emptying out as people leave for dinner. She wasnât sure how long her friends would last without food, given the amount of alcohol they had consumed and how little they had come back to their spots in the sand to even grab the snacks they ran around packing that morning.Â
âWatch out!â she hears coming from her left, a ball hitting the book out of her hands and into the sand a few feet away before she even has the chance to react.
âYou bastards,â she shrieks as two guys come running over to get the ball. âThatâs a library book.âÂ
âYour book is fine,â one of them says, holding up the book with two fingers as if it had a disease or something else rancid oozing out of it.Â
âAre you ok?â the other one asks, Colette holding up her hand to shield her eyes so she could at least see the guys she was scowling at with the sun behind them.Â
Despite her anger at them for nearly probably injuring her, they were, unfortunately for her, attractive. Not that made her less angry, but if Becca were there next to her, she would somehow manage to force Colette to acknowledge it to their faces.Â
âIâm fine, but my book is not,â she says, ripping the thing out of the darker haired boy. âYou ripped one of the pages when you picked it up.â
The one with lighter hair looked behind his friend, scoffed and thrust the ball into his friend's chest to pick up the now missing page. âYouâre giving her money to pay for a replacement book,â he says, handing Colette the page.
âFine, Iâll give her the ten dollars.â
âThis book cost twenty five,â she tells him, showing him the price from the back of the book.
âBooks are twenty five dollars?â he scoffs. âFor what?â
âIf you could read above a fourth grade reading level, maybe you would know,â Colette mutters, earning a laugh from the lighter haired boy.Â
âIâm not paying that much for a book.â
âYouâre the one who kicked the ball that ruined her book. Youâre the one whoâs going to pay for her to replace it so she doesnât have to. You get, like, a hundred and seventy five thousand dollars a week for your paycheck, you can handle twenty five dollars, you jackass.â
Colette nearly chokes when she hears the number he casually spit out, the two sending themselves into a bickering match over the money. She gets out her phone, wincing as she stands up for the first time in hours to hand it to the dark haired boy. âSend the money here.â
He starts mumbling something under his breath, Colette rolling her eyes as he does as instructed. One of the guys from their group calls for them, him running back to them with the ball.
âSorry about Mat,â his friend says, standing over Colette as she sits back down.
âHe seems like a delight,â she deadpans, trying to hide the combination of disgust and excitement as he sits down with her, laughing at her words.
âHeâs an asshole,â he tells her, squinting as he looks out at the water. Colette couldnât help but study him, the green of his eyes, the sharp angle of his jawline, his somehow perfectly styled hair, all combining to something she didnât understand her need to look at. âAnd thankfully, my opposite.â
âPeople donât talk like that,â Colette blurts out before thinking.
âExcuse me?â
ââAnd thankfully, my opposite,ââ she imitates him, lowering her voice and earning another laugh from him. âThatâs something people say in rom coms.â
âYouâre awfully judgemental for someone who doesnât have to pay for a damaged book.â
Colette laughs, a smile forming on his face that, for some reason, she didnât want to stop seeing. âItâs part of my charm. Iâm Colette, by the way.â
âAnthony.â
Colette loses track of time again, not because of her now ruined book. Becca eventually comes back, as do the rest of the friends, letting her know that they were running to grab food before coming back to watch the sunset. Anthonyâs friends had seemingly all but forgotten about him, at one point leaving without him realizing it, only to come back with Coletteâs friends with food for both of them.Â
âYou guys came all the way to Canada when you live in Pittsburgh?â Mat asks.
âWe go somewhere every year together, Lettie picked Vancouver for her turn,â Eddy says.
âI did not pick the beach, though,â she says, only loud enough for Anthony to hear.Â
âGlad you did,â he replies, again, only loud enough for her to hear. He smiles at her, his hand inching towards hers in the sand as the sun sets over the water.Â
a tent on the ground with a pine tree next to it, the moon and shooting star over both
âThose guys from the beach said they wanted to go camping with us this weekend,â Eddy says during their group facetime.Â
Becca immediately started making plans of who was driving with who, Addison talking about the tents and sleeping bags she could borrow from her dad and brothers from their scouting days, Devyn talking about the food they would be able to bring, Franco talking about the beer.Â
âHold on, guys,â Colette interrupted, doubting that any of her friends was actually listening to the others. âSince when do we camp?â
âSince hot guys ask us to,â Eddy says.
âYou liked those guys?â Colette asks, the rest of her friends laughing at her.
âOh, come on, Lettie,â Addison teases her. âYou ignored us for the entire three days we were there because you were talking to Anthony.âÂ
Colette rolls her eyes, thankful that her friends couldnât see the rapid succession of texts from Anthony appearing on her screen at that moment. She didnât want to tell them that they were right that she liked talking with him that weekend two months ago, so much so that she had been texting him almost as often as she was texting the group chat. She didnât want to admit that she thought she was starting to fall for a guy she had only interacted with in person once, because who the hell did that?Â
But, this was an excuse to see him again, without her friends nagging her about her crush, that may or may not exist, in a way that wouldnât be a date.Â
âIâm not driving.âÂ
âDoes that mean youâre coming?â Eddy asks, all of her friends facesâ way too close to their cameras for her to do anything other than groan.
âUnfortunately.âÂ
By the time they got to the camping site, the guys already had enough tents set up for a small army. Eddy stops the car, Devyn and Franco getting out and immediately starting to unpack the trunk full of their stuff.Â
âDamn,â Eddy drools, Colette laughing. âI never knew setting up tents was hot.â
âItâs not.â
Eddy fans himself, taking in a deep breath. âIt is once you realize that that active bakery over there is attached to your boyfriend.âÂ
Colette cringes, trying not to let Eddy see her looking at Tito with his back towards them, bent over at his waist, his ass right there. âNot my boyfriend.â
âNot yet, babe,â Eddy corrects her. âThat could change tonight.â
âAnd how, praytell, do you see that happening?â
âYouâll share a tent with him, youâll share all your secrets, fall madly in love, get married with me as the bridesman of honor, of course, have tons of babies, and die in each others arms like that one couple on the Titanic.âÂ
âYou could eat and shit out a bunch of Scrabble tiles and whatever they spelled out would still make more sense than whatever just came out of your mouth,â she says, getting out of the car just as Becca and Addison pull up behind them.Â
Eddy laughs, locking the car doors. âJust because I donât make sense to you doesnât mean Iâm not right. Iâve never seen two people who align so well before you and Tito. You are so meant to be.â
Colette laughs. âIâll remember that next time youâre fawning over Devyn and Francoâs relationship,â she tells him, gesturing over to their two friends who had already claimed a tent to share together.Â
Eddy had a sly smile forming on his face, one that Colette knew was going to lead to something she hated. âHey, Anthony,â he calls.
Anthony perks up once he sees who calls his name, Colette telling herself that it was simply because he heard his name and he had âgolden retriever vibesâ in general, not because he saw her, despite the fact that he was looking at her the entire time he came over. âWhatâs up, Ed?â
Eddy visibly swoons at the sound of Anthony calling him a nickname, trying to collect his composure before Anthony actually notices or Colette calls him out for it. âLettie here said that she wanted to share a tent with someone since sheâs never been camping before.â
âWhat?â
âOk?â
âWell, I snore like a jet ski, so I would never want to subject our girl to that,â Eddy continues, throwing his arm around Colette and pulling her close to him, throwing her off balance, âSo we were wondering if you wanted to share with her?â
âOh!â Anthony says, his face turning red. Colette tries to discreetly pinch Eddyâs side as payback, her heart racing as he rubbed the back of his neck. âI mean, I was going to ask you that anyway, but I guess you beat me to it.âÂ
Eddy walks away without another word, leaving an angry Colette and an embarrassed Anthony behind in his wake. âHeâs lying, Iâm fine on my own if you donât-â
âYou donât-â he cuts her off, looking down at the ground, âYou donât want to share a tent?â
âNo, I mean,â she starts, trying to find the right words. How do you tell someone you want to be near them without it sounding weird? âIf you want to, I wouldn't say no to sharing.â
âOh, I want to,â he says quickly, a small laugh escaping his lips that matched Colettes. âI want to.â
Colette could feel her face getting hot as she smiled at him. âLetâs go set up our tent?â
Their friends wander off again, just like the day they met at the beach, as the day wore on, leaving Anthony and Colette to finish setting up where they were going to start their fire for the night.Â
âHold on,â Colette says, trying not to laugh so hard that she couldnât get the words out, âShe threw what?â
âA dildo.â
âSo that photo you sent me of your black eye from last season?â
Anthonyâs face was bright red, biting his lip and nodding, âYeah. yeah, it wasnât from practice. It was from Tamsin throwing a dildo at me when she thought I was breaking into our apartment.â
Colette cackled, the ugliest sounding laugh she had ever heard bubbling up from her stomach. âIâm so sorry.â
âLike youâve never had any embarrassing encounters with an ex.â
âThe worst Iâve had is a guy named Mason sprinkled packets of those instant mashed potatoes around the lawn outside my apartment complex after a bad break up when we were in college.â
âHowâd you know it was him?â
âHe texted me right before it rained asking if I liked mashed potatoes, and then I never heard from him again.âÂ
Anthony laughs, the voice in Colette's head telling her that she wanted to hear that sound as much as she could. They keep talking about nothing as the sun sets, starting the fire before it gets too dark out.
âSo,â Anthony says, sitting down on one of the chairs, the shadows from the flames illuminating every Colette had been mesmerized by the first time they met. âWeâve got Dildo Throwing Tamsin and Mashed Potato Mason as our exes.âÂ
âI think theyâd like each other,â she laughs, plopping down on a chair next to him. Colette looks up to the sky. The stars streaked the sky like nothing she had ever seen before. She knew there were millions of stars up there, but she never thought she would see them. âGod, you never get to see the stars with all the city lights. Itâs beautiful.â
âYouâre beautiful,â she hears Anthony say, his face red yet again when she turns her attention to him and smiles. Before she can say anything, he starts, âDo you think we can see each other?â
âDo you think Iâm imaginary or something?â
âNo, I mean,â he starts, the sounds of their friends coming back to start eating making him jump. He pulls his chair so close to Coletteâs they practically overlap as he lowers his voice. âCan we go out when weâre back in the city? Just the two of us?â
Colette felt her face getting hot again, charmed by the nerves he showed around her. âYes.âÂ
a mirror with an outline of a head in it, no face
âWhat are you doing right now?â
âIâm getting ready for work.â
âDo you want to hang out?â
âDid you not hear me?âÂ
Colette hears Anthony laugh on the other end of the phone. âI heard you, but I still want to hang out. I miss you.â
Colette cringed as she felt her heart skip a beat. She hated that she missed him too, and she wanted to see him, but, âI have to leave in the next two minutes if I want to be on time for my meeting, I canât. What about tonight?â
âWe have a home game at seven tonight. Tomorrow morning?â
âIâm watching my cousin and taking him to his soccer game for my aunt tomorrow.â
âWhat time?â
âYouâre not coming to watch pee wee soccer.â
âWhat time are you leaving to pick him up?â
âYouâre really bad at listening,â Colette says, grabbing the last of her stuff as she heads out the door.Â
âWhat time?â he repeats, clearly not going to stop until she gives him an answer as she rushes out the door.Â
âI donât remember. Can I let you know after work tonight?âÂ
âSure. Talk later?â he asks, alarm bells going off in Coletteâs head about something she was sure he was scheming.
He hangs up before he can say anything, leaving Colette to stew as to what he was going to do. Anthony wasnât going to show up at her apartment when she was supposed to leave to get her cousin, was he?
âWhy do you look like that?â Addison asks once she sees Colette at work.Â
Colette snaps out of the trance she didnât realize she was in, looking away from her computer for the first time in a while. âI donât know, genetics?â she asks, a slightly offended tone in her voice.Â
âNo, I mean,â she says, sitting down on Coletteâs desk. âYou look concerned.â
Colette shakes her head. âI was just working,â she says, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes. She lets out a sigh. âAnthony was really adamant about hanging out.â
âOh, no,â she says, fake concern dripping through her voice as Colette rolls her eyes. âThe guy youâre dating wants to see you.âÂ
âHe was kind of weird about it, though. He wanted to come over this morning, and I think he wants to hang out tomorrow.â
âWell, thatâs not weird.â
âIâm watching Grayson tomorrow.â
âAnd?â
âAnd he knows that.â
âSo?â
Colette rolls her eyes again out of frustration for herself. Why couldnât she explain how she felt to her friend? âSo we just saw each other, like, two nights ago. Isnât it too soon to see each other again?â
Addison shakes her head. âDonât you want to see him?â
âWell, yeah, but what if heâs only asking to see me because he knows I want to see him and he doesnât actually want to see me? I have to take Grayson to his soccer game. Thatâs so boring. Why would he want to do that?â
Addison rolls her eyes. âBecause heâs obsessed with you?â
Colette groans. âDonât you have a meeting in a minute?â
The next morning, Colette wakes up to knocking on her door. She gets up, surprised to find Anthony standing on the other side of the door with coffees in hand. âWhat are you doing here?â she whines.
âYou never texted me,â he tells her, pushing past her and heading to her room.
âI, uh,â she hesitates. âSorry, I forgot.âÂ
Anthony sets the coffees down on her nightstand, pulling up her sheets as if he was going to start making her bed. âNo you didnât.âÂ
âI did,â Colette tells him, her voice sounding more sure of her lie.Â
âYou just didnât text me.âÂ
âLook, I love taking Grayson to his soccer games when my aunt canât, but theyâre really boring for other people. Last time I took Eddy, he complained the entire time,â she explains, taking the coffee from him. âI didnât think youâd really want to sit through that.â Colette starts to get ready, sitting in front of the mirror in her room to get her hair together.Â
She makes eye contact through the glass with Anthony as he sits down on her now made bed. âI donât do anything I donât want to do.âÂ
a cartoon cinnamon bun
Anthony had his arms around Colette before they were even through the door, pinning her against the wall outside her apartment, his lips on hers. They had been like this since they were in the bar with the rest of their friends, them being teased that they needed to get a room. Since Anthonyâs eyes got darker when he turned to her, his hands on her waist as he asked her whoâs place was closer for them to get in a bed as soon as possible.Â
They barely made it through her door and had it shut when Anthonyâs fingers danced along the hem of her shirt, pleading with her to take it off and practically ripping his off at the same time. Anthony and Colette stumbled their way to her bed, nearly losing contact with each other when they collapsed onto her mattress, skin to skin and Colette already deliriously happy.Â
They woke up the next morning, the sheets a mess, their clothing in a trail leading from her entryway to her bed. Coletteâs phone was somehow on her nightstand next to her, buzzing continuously for what seemed like any hour. Anthony let out a groan, a result of the hangover he was probably feeling.Â
âDonât get it,â he mumbles into her pillow, his arm wrapped around her pulling her closer. She could feel herself relax as his heartbeat gently thumped against her back. It buzzes again, Anthony starting to kiss his way from the nape of her neck down her spine, a giggle escaping her lips at his attempt to distract her.
âIf itâs going off this much, it has to be something bad.â
âOne time it was Eddy melting down and calling to tell you he got water on his new shoes.â
Colette scrolls through her phone, multiple missed calls from her friend group as Anthonyâs mouth works his way back up to her neck, propping himself up to try to get her cheeks. Another call from Eddy appears on her screen, her heart racing that something bad happened to one of her friends.Â
âHello?â
âOh my god,â Eddy screams, âI thought Anthony murdered you.âÂ
Anthony and Colette laugh, Colette switching over to speaker phone even though Anthony had no problem hearing their conversation without it. âNo, we were asleep. Whatâs wrong?â
âIâve been praying to God all morning that you were ok.â
âEddy, itâs like 9 am, and you donât believe in God.â
âI found God so I could pray that you were ok.â
âI didnât realize she was lost, but sure. Whatâs wrong?â
âYour parents are on their way. They said theyâd be at your place at 9 am.â
Colette looks at the time at the top of her screen: 8:56 am.Â
âFucking shit,â she screams, dropping her phone on her bed and practically falling over the sheets as she launched herself off the mattress to collect the clothes scattered around her floor.Â
âWhat, whatâs wrong?â Anthony calls after her, picking up what he can and throwing on the shirt that was still sitting by her front door.Â
âMy parents are coming.âÂ
âAnd?â
âYouâre here.â
âDo you not want me here?â
Colette whips around to face him, thrusting his underwearing and pants from last night into his chest while trying to get her own shirt back over her head. âOf course, I do.â She runs past him and back into her room to throw clothes on and panic make her bed. âItâs just, you donât have enough time to leave before they get here. And, if youâre here, then theyâre going to start asking questions about whether or not youâre my boyfriend, and probably a bunch of other things, too.â
âThen we tell them I am,â Colette hears, seeing Anthony appear on the other side of her bed to help her straighten up.Â
She stops, standing straight up to stare at him. âWhat?â
âWe tell them Iâm your boyfriend.â He walks around to the other side of her bed to meet her. âUnless, you donât want me to be your boyfriend.âÂ
Colette opens her mouth, no words coming out. âDo you want to be my boyfriend?â
Anthony throws his head back in laughter, pulling her in for a hug and kissing the top of her head. âOf course I do.â Colette gives him a kiss, a knock at her door pulling them apart. âYou get more clothes on, Iâll go meet your parents.â
Colette scrambles to find something presentable enough for her parents liking, trying her best to fix her hair and the makeup that she never took off from the night before when she hears laughter coming from her kitchen. She finally comes out of her room, her momâs hand over Anthonyâs while her dad is animated talking to him, a pink bag from her favorite bakery near their house on the table filling the room with the scent of the cinnamon buns that made her mouth water.Â
âSweetie, we brought you some breakfast, but we didnât know you had your boyfriend over,â her mom says, no hint of the fakeness Colette expected in her voice.Â
âWhy donât we all go out for breakfast?â Anthony says, getting up from his seat, âMy treat. Colette and I can have the cinnamon buns later.â
Her mother swoons as he takes her hand and leads her to the door, a wink from Anthony sent Coletteâs way that made her cheeks burn.Â
Her dad pulls her in for a hug, his arm around her shoulder as they follow Anthony and her mom down to his car. âBoyfriend, huh? Is he good enough for you?â
Colette hesitates, not sure why she did so before saying, âI think so.â
What if she wasnât good enough for him?
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âFranco, please, youâre giving me a headache,â Addison groans, her hands on her head to massage the headache away.
âNo, I donât care, you guys donât understand how amazing she was.â
âWe do, babe, I promise, but itâs 1 am,â Devyn tells him, giving him a gentle squeeze on his thigh.Â
âNo, you donât get it. She has only lost the all-around once on the national and international level in the eleven years sheâs been qualified for elite,â Franco argues back, launching into a rant about Simone Biles that none of them wanted to hear when they wanted to go to sleep.
Eddy groans the loudest. âI think you talk this much about your fiance,â he points out Devyn taking a minute before she realized he was right and giving Franco a glare.Â
The rest of the group launches into an argument when Coletteâs phone rings, Anthonyâs name coming up with a picture of the two of them from one night when they fell asleep on the couch together. Eddy had taken the photo and immediately gotten a bucket of water to pour over them to wake them up because he wanted to go out and get food with someone. Despite the aftermath of the photo, seeing it made her smile every time.
âHey,â she says, walking out of Devyn and Francoâs living room without her friends noticing. âHow was the game?â
âWe won,â Anthony tells her. They were on a west coast road trip that was supposed to end tomorrow with a game against Seattle.Â
âWhy do you sound so sad, then?â Colette asks. Before they left, he told her they needed to do well this road trip in order to get into the wild card spot since the playoffs were right around the corner. They needed this win to get the cap between them and the next team even wider.
He lets out a long sigh. âI didnât really play that well or that much.â
Colette could hear the sadness in his voice. She knew that he had been bouncing around to a few teams in the last couple of years, finally finding what he hoped was a more permanent home in Pittsburgh. âDid anyone score while you were on the ice?â
âNo.â
âDid you get an assist or score?â
âTwo assists, yeah.â
âThen what happened?â
She knew Anthony was scrunching his face. âI donât know, I just felt off.â
Colette nodded. âI get that.â Anthony lets out a long breath. âAre you guys leaving after the game tomorrow or the next morning?â
âI actually donât know. I guess Iâll find out when Iâm on the plane,â he jokes, Colette laughing. âI can come over whenever I get in?â
âYeah,â she says, smiling at the thought of seeing him. âIf itâs tomorrow night, just wake me up when you come in.âÂ
âNah, Iâll let you sleep,â he says.
âNo,â she argues, âI want to see you.â Eddy comes up behind her, making kissing noises at her.Â
âTell Eddy I can hear him,â he laughs, Colette following suit. Anthony lets out a yawn. âOk, Iâm gonna go.â
âBye, babe.â
âI love you, bye,â he yawns, hanging up before she could say anything else.Â
Colette stands there, staring at her phone with her mouth hanging open.Â
âWhat did he do? Do I have to kill him? I have enough gas in my car and money in my bank account to drive to San Jose and commit a felony,â Eddy starts, dragging her back into the living room with the rest of their friends.
âLettie, whatâs wrong?â Addison asks.
âAnthony just told me he loves me.â
The entire groupâs jaws dropped, Eddy screaming loud enough that Colette was sure Devyn and Franco's neighbors could hear him. âWhat did you tell him?â
Colette shook her head. âNothing. He said it and hung up the phone.â
âThat rat bastard.â
âEddy, say something helpful for once, please?â
Her friends start asking her a hundred questions, all coming at once. Why didnât she call him back? Was she going to tell him she loved him? When was she going to tell him? When was she going to talk to him again in the first place?
Becca asked the question that made her stop. âDo you love him?â
Colette didnât know what to say, trying to find the words. She knew she liked him, a lot. He was probably the person she could see herself loving for the rest of her life if he would let her.Â
âWe should let her tell Anthony first, not us,â Devyn says, Colette letting out a little bit of an exhale as her friend told everyone it was probably time for them to go to bed.
She spent the night on their couch, Becca and Addison in their guest room, Eddy bringing his own blow up mattress and snoring on the floor near Colette.Â
She barely slept. Could she tell Anthony that she loved him? She could tell him anything, but if she did, would she mean it? It shouldnât have surprised her that he would say it first, and it didnât even surprise her that he said it at all. What shocked her most was that she wasnât sure what she would say back.Â
Anthony was the kindest person to her, the one she wanted to call and see and be with all the time. She would do anything for him, but did that mean she loved him?
What if her love wasnât enough? What if he ended up loving her more than she was capable of loving him?Â
âEddy,â she whispers, trying not to scare him into waking up. She throws her pillow over to his mattress, hitting his face.
âThe fish escaped,â he says, startled out of whatever his dream was. He rubs his eyes, groaning. âI was just about to save the country from the dinosaur fish.â
âYou can go back to that in a minute,â Colette says, turning on the lamp on the end table next to her, despite Eddyâs groans. âWhen you were with Alex, how did you feel when you said âI love you.ââ
âI think I was drunk and then blacked out.â Colette groans. âLettie, if youâre freaking out about telling him you love him, then you donât have to tell him right now. Itâs ok for you to not say it if you arenât comfortable with it.â
âThat was out of character for you.â
âA stopped clock is right once a day.â
âTwice, Eddy.â
âWhatever, Iâm going back to sleep. I hope this dream lets me play with kittens instead.â
Colette spent the next day stressing, running on pure anxiety due to her lack of sleep the night before. She hadnât been able to watch Anthonyâs game that night, falling asleep before it even started. She woke up Saturday morning to the sound of someone coming in her front door, hoping that it was Anthony and not an intruder.
âColette?â Anthony calls, wandering into her bedroom to find her just sitting up, yawning and rubbing her eyes. âItâs nearly two pm, are you just waking up?â
âDonât judge, I couldnât sleep the other night. I guess it just caught up with me now.â
âI feel like I freaked you out after the game against San Jose,â Anthony says, sitting down. They had barely talked the day before, Colette purposely avoiding him under the guise of being busy all day with something at work. It wasnât technically a lie, she just also hid her phone in her desk and forgot about it on purpose.
âNo, you di-â she starts.
âI do mean it, though,â he says, pulling her in for a hug. âI do love you.â
Colette felt her heart start to race as she felt his hand on the back of her head. She could say it. She was sure it felt right. âAnthony,â she starts, feeling herself start to sweat as she pulls away to look at him. âI love you, too.âÂ
Anthony smiles, kissing her.
Saying it felt just fine. She wasnât sure if she was supposed to feel more.Â
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Colette was exhausted.Â
The entire last week was spent with her and Anthony unpacking all the things they had into their new apartment, trying to figure out what to get rid of and what to keep when they realized that consolidating their things meant they now had two of everything they needed to share with each other; two sets of silverware, two sets of plates and bowls, two bedroom sets, two sets of living room furniture.Â
Anthony was willing to get rid of anything he needed to, but Colette was having a harder time going through her things. She didnât mind sharing, but she wanted her own stuff. What if she, for whatever reason, had to move out, or if Anthony got traded and had to take stuff with him and left her with nothing because the stuff he took was technically âhisâ and not her own?
âHey, babe,â she calls into the apartment, a little bit of an echo following her through the few rooms they hadnât finished unpacking yet.Â
âIn here,â Colette hears, following Anthonyâs voice into their bedroom. He was standing in front of the bookshelf he had built into the wall (by someone who knew what they were doing, not by him), putting up all the books she had brought from her old place.
âI told you I would organize these,â she told him, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, kissing his back. âI have a system.â
Anthony laughs, spinning around and hugging her back, kissing her on the lips. âYour system is âI have a bunch of books by this author, so they need to be together.ââ
âAnd?â
âIâm not even touching your books yet,â he points out, turning her attention to all the boxes she left in the corner that were still, in fact, untouched. âThese are my books.â
âI didnât know you read.â
âNot all hockey players are illiterate, Colette,â he jokes, earning a laugh from her.
âNo, I mean,â she starts, heading over to one of her boxes to start trying to organize them. âI know you normally donât have time to do things other than, like, eat, sleep, and play hockey. Reading didnât seem like something you had time for.â
âWell, you read a lot, so I thought I could do the same,â he tells her, his voice lower than normal. Colette looks up at the shelf he was putting books on; The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo and Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn amongst other books she loved and already had copies of sitting there on their own shelf.Â
âI already have these, you could have borrowed them at any time,â she points out, feeling Anthonyâs arms around her, his chin resting on the top of her head.Â
âYeah, but this way I can take them with me on the road and youâd still have your copies. Iâd have a piece of you with me.â
What piece of him would she have with her while he was gone? She couldnât think of anything as he spun her around in his arms to kiss her, feeling his smile against her lips while all she could feel was distress coursing through her.
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âWhat the hell?â Colette comes home from work to find that everything Anthony said he was going to get done was not done. He had promised he would get everything cleaned up before his friends came over tomorrow. âAnthony?â
Her boyfriend peers his head into the kitchen where she was standing, a smile on his face immediately fading when he sees the anger on hers. âOh, shit.â
âYeah, oh shit,â she says, gesturing around her. âThis is the third day in a row that you said you would clean up.â
âIâm sorry, I got caught up.â He tells her, approaching her slowly, as if she were a tiger going to pounce on him with any sudden movement. âIâll start now.â
Colette scoffs as he reaches out to her. He did this all the time. He would tell her that he would help her clean, especially when more than half of it was his mess to begin with, and then it always fell on her. âThatâs not the point, Anthony,â she snaps at him.
âI know, Iâm sorry.â
âNo, you arenât. You tell me that every time you do this. You said you would help with the laundry, and look at where all the clothes are, not even in the basket still sitting on front of the washer and dryer where you left them two days ago,â she starts, gesturing to the mountain of dirty clothes she could see in their little laundry alcove that she swore she could smell from where she was standing. âThe dishes from dinner on Monday are still here because you promised me after I cooked that you would clean them, but you disappeared instead and didnât come home until after I went to bed. You have your coffee cup sitting on the table with coffee in it that Iâm pretty sure is from at least three days ago. What the fuck is going on with you?â
âNothing,â he says quickly, his face getting red as he turns towards the sink to start the dishes. âAnd, to be fair, you do this to me all the time. I come home from road trips and find you havenât taken out the trash the entire time, or the dishwasher hasnât been started. Iâm sorry I forgot the last couple of days, but Iâve been busy.â
Colette bit her lip, knowing he was right. She was picking a fight with him they didnât need to have, yet here she was anyway. âWith what?â
âMy job?â he says, shrugging, despite the slightest hint of a wavering going through his voice. It wasnât just hockey. They were in the middle of a homestand and he had the day off today anyway.Â
Colette studies him for a second. âYouâre lying to me,â she tells him. She could tell he tensed up from behind, the way he does when heâs not telling her the truth about something.
âIâm not.â
âThen what has been going on with you?â
Anthony hesitates, shaking his head and opening his mouth, clearly trying to figure out what to tell her. âNothing. Like I said, I just got caught up.â
âWith what?â
âMat needed some help with something.âÂ
Colette scoffed again, walking out of the kitchen and to their bedroom. She knew Anthony was following her, but shut the door behind her anyway. âWhy would Mat need your help so urgently that he, on Long Island, needed to take you away from cleaning for the entire day here in Pittsburgh?â she asks, sitting on their bed as he opens the door back up.
âI canât tell you that, itâs Matâs business.â
Colette nods, knowing he was still lying. She pulls out her phone, pulling up her boyfriend's best friend's contact. âHey,â she says when he picks up, seeing the wave of panic flash in Anthonys eyes as he pulled out his phone and started typing furiously on his own phone. She knew he was texting Mat. âHave you heard from Anthony today?â
âUh, no, why?â Mat says, Anthony throwing his head back, sucking on his teeth and muttering âfuckâ under his breath.Â
âHe just seemed a little off this morning when I left for work, I thought maybe hearing from you would cheer him up a little,â she lies to him.
âOh, sure?â Mat tells her clearly confused before they hang up with each other.
âI can explain,â Anthony starts, sitting next to her on the bed and putting his hands in her lap.Â
Colette waits for a moment. âThen do it.â
âTomorrow, I promise.âÂ
She lets out a laugh. âNo, now.â
âI canât.âÂ
Colette stares at him for a second, him still not looking directly at her but a pleading look in his eyes. âAre you cheating on me?â
Anthony finally looks at her. âWhat? Of course not.â
âThen what the hell is going on?â
âI canât tell you.â
âAnthony, you know everything about me. I tell you everything,â she says, looking around at the room they shared that he filled with her favorite things. She still hadnât figured out what she would do for him. She could feel herself starting to panic, a year since they moved in together and she still barely knew anything about him. Colette shakes her head, looking down at his hands still in her lap. âWe canât do this.â
âDo what?â
âIf we want to be in a relationship like this, we have to tell each other whatâs going on,â she lies. She couldnât do this anymore.Â
âI told you, I can tell you tomorrow.â
âWhat is so important that you canât tell me now?â she asks, getting up from the bed and starting to pace. Her mind started spiraling, thinking the absolute worst of what he could be hiding from her. She was self destructing, and blaming it on him was the easier way out. She knew it was. âYouâre cheating on me, youâre going to break up with me, you have a child you havenât told me about, youâre dying or youâre seriously sick.â
âHey woah,â Anthony says, stopping her and standing in front of her. He puts his hands on her shoulders. âColette, why donât you trust me?â
Colette stares at him for a second, trying to find her words. âI donât know.âÂ
Anthonyâs expression drops, his hands sliding down her arms as he shakes his head. âI canât be with someone who doesnât trust me like this.âÂ
Colette tries to hide the hurt that came with his statement. âI canât be with someone who doesnât tell me the truth when I ask him for it.â The two of them stare at each other for a few moments in silence. âDoes that mean weâre done?â
Anthony nods, his eyes not reaching Coletteâs again. âI think so.âÂ
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The guy in front of Colette was so cute. At least, he was cute enough to flirt with while she was drunk and still wanting more drinks she didnât want to pay for. The cup of rum and coke in her drink never seemed to empty for long enough with him standing there with her.
She wasnât even sure what his name was. She wasnât sure she cared what his name was.
She was pretending to listen to him while twirling a lock of her hair in her fingers, trying her best to make it look like she was intrigued so that he would get her a refill of her almost empty drink. It wasnât how she normally flirted, but it was working for him, so why not?Â
âLettie, babe, come on,â she hears Anthony behind her, his hands wrapping themselves around her waist and pulling her ever so slightly towards him.Â
A month ago, she would have done anything to feel his body against hers like this.Â
Now, she wanted nothing more than to get out of his arms.Â
âAnthony,â she tries to fight.
âThis your bodyguard?â the guy asks her, looking incredibly pissed off.Â
âBoyfriend,â Anthony corrects him.
The guy scoffs, running his hands through his hair. âNice.â He walks away despite her protests, not listening to her as she tries to pry herself free of Anthonyâs grasp.Â
He laughs, leading her back to their friends. Colette sits down, a now empty cup in front of her since she didnât get that last refill that she wanted. None of her friends noticed her not participating in their conversation, her anger toward Anthony increasing along with her sobriety.
âI think Iâm going to call it a night,â she stands abruptly, nearly knocking over the table holding all of their drinks.Â
Anthony gets up with her, Colette not hearing him say, âIâm gonna turn in too, Iâll walk her home,â before she pushes her way out of the bar and into the muggy air outside. Â
âI donât know how you could stand there and let him flirt with you when you made it pretty clear that you werenât even interested in him,â Anthony whines, not noticing how annoyed she was with him. He was acting like a hero when he shouldnât have been. âI mean, I canât believe I had to step in and help you.â
âYou didnât,â she snaps at him, catching him off guard. âI was interested in him. He was nice. He was buying me drinks. Thatâs why he was flirting with me, because I was flirting with him.â
Colette thought that they were actually going to be friends, like they said they would be. They had been out together since they broke up. They had hung out with their friends in the exact same setting and had the exact same scenario happen but without this ending to the night. There was no reason why he should have stepped all over her like that to âsave her,â as he put it.Â
âWhat? Oh, come on, I know how you act when youâre flirting with a guy.â
âDo you?â she asks him, followed by him giving her a confident, âyes.â âReally? So what do I do?â
âYou, you,â he starts, knowing that he dug himself into a hole. âYou smile at him, you laugh at everything he says, even if it isnât funny. You run your hands through your hair because you know that fucking collar bone of yours drives me crazy.â He stops, both of them shocked that he just said that. That isnât how she flirts with anyone, thatâs how she acted around him when they were together. âFuck.â
âAnthony, you cannot keep doing this. We broke up,â she starts, not adding that it was her fault, even though she still felt like it was. âStop interfering when Iâm with another guy.â
âIâm just trying to protect you,â he tries to defend himself.
âFrom what? From who? What could you possibly be protecting me from? Other guys? Why, Anthony?â
âFuck, Colette, you think itâs easy watching you flirt with another guy? Just because we broke up, that doesnât mean I stopped loving you,â he spits out.
Colette stands there, trying to process what he just told her. She could feel her heart racing, the sound of it beating the only thing she could hear. âI didnât know you still loved me.â
Anthony scoffs, looking down at the ground, shaking his head. âOf course I did. I do. You havenât noticed that I havenât looked at another girl since we broke up? I want you, and only you.â
âI didnât,â she tells him. âAnthony, youâre just saying this because youâre drunk.â
Anthony raises an eyebrow, shaking his head and biting his lip. âLook, I might be. But I know that drunk or not, I cannot sit around and watch you flirt with every guy in existence, while you, the one who was supposed to be my best friend, didnât even notice that I was miserable while it was happening.â
âWhat do you want from me?â she snaps. âWhat am I supposed to do? We tried. We didnât work. As much as we both wanted to, we did not work.âÂ
They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them knowing what to say. He had to know it was her fault they broke up. It wasnât mutual, not really.
âI guess, nothing,â he tells her, shoving his hands in his pockets. âNothing at all.â He looks down at the ground and lets out a long sigh. âIâll see you at the wedding,â is the last thing Anthony says to her before turning on his heels, leaving Colette alone on the sidewalk.Â
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âDevyn really picked the worst shade of blue she could find for these dresses, didnât she?â Devynâs youngest sister, Blake, complains to the rest of the bridesmaids.
Devyn had just stepped out of the room to do her first look with Franco, leaving the girls alone to finish getting ready.Â
âShe picked sapphire,â Becca said.
âYou know,â Colette continues. âHer birthstone?â
âShe should have picked a lighter blue. This dark blue totally clashes with my skintone.â
âBlake,â Kendall, her other sister scolds her, âDevyn didnât give a fuck about your skintone when she picked her favorite color. Either youâre wearing the dress without complaint or Iâm telling mom and youâre not in the wedding.â
The sisters keep bickering, Addison, Becca, and Colette slowly moving away from them.Â
âI always forget that Blake is still in high school,â Addison says, grabbing her bouquet before checking her makeup one last time.
âI donât know how you could when sheâs constantly tagging Devyn in her posts,â Colette points out.
âEspecially the ones sheâs not even in.âÂ
âTo increase her visibility,â Colette starts, reciting word for word what Blake had tried to explain to them during Devynâs bachelorette party. âSo she has more people who know her brand when she becomes famous.âÂ
âTeenagers make no sense,â Devyn appears, a nervous look on her face. âI think weâre almost ready to start.â
âWhatâs wrong?â Addison asks.
âColette, we have a problem.âÂ
âWhat did I do?â
âSebby thinks Becca is hot and wants to walk down the aisle with her.â
Colette could feel the color draining from her face at the realization of what this switch would mean for her.
âIs he Francoâs older or younger brother?â Becca asks.
âThe older one.â
Becca turns to Colette. âIâm not coming back to the hotel room tonight,â she tells her, practically giddy. âOh, wait.â
âThat means Colette has to walk with-â Addison starts.
âAnthony,â the four girls say at the same time.Â
âIâll be fine,â Colette says, her voice noticeably higher than it should be. She clears her throat, trying to calm herself considering the last time she talked to Anthony was the night he told her he loved her. âIâm fine.â
Devynâs wedding planner, Jax, comes over to tell them itâs time to line up to enter with the groomsmen.Â
âI love you,â Devyn calls after her bridesmaids, all of them calling back to her the same sentiment.Â
Colette nearly stops breathing when she sees Anthony in his suit, helping Eddy adjust his tie. The suit fit him perfectly, Colette silently cursing the fact that Franco picked dark gray as the color. She hated to admit that she still thought about that one suit of his that he wore on game day, one that looked identical to the one he had on now.Â
âHi,â she says, standing next to him, trying to not look at him.Â
âHi,â he repeats, staring straight ahead at the back of Eddyâs neck.
The music starts, both of them rigid while everyone else around them is relaxed.
âI thought this would be us one day,â Anthony breaks their silence as the first couple starts to walk arm in arm down the aisle towards where Franco was already standing.
âWhat?â Colette asks, caught off guard.
Anthony nods, still staring in front of him as they move closer to the entrance of their venue. âI had the proposal all planned out. Had the ring. Had the reservation for dinner. Had a photographer. Everything. And then, the night before I was going to ask you, we broke up. Thatâs why I couldnât tell you what was going on. It was supposed to be a surprise.â
Colette looks at him, not noticing that they were next to go down the aisle, Anthony taking Coletteâs arm in his as Jax tells them to start walking.Â
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âAre you sure youâre ok to come to this?â Franco asks her.
Colette hesitates for a minute. She hadnât seen him in months, so she wasnât sure why she was being invited to his apartment. She hadnât been to his place since he moved in over a year ago, and honestly, Colette hasnât intended on going. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âBecause youâve looked like you were going to vomit since we picked you up for this?â Devyn twists her body from the front seat to face her. âWe can take you back home if you want.â
Franco pulls up in front of Anthonyâs new place, knowing that she couldnât ask them now to turn around and drive the entire way to and from her place again. âNo, Iâll be fine.â
Colette takes in a deep breath as Devyn and Franco get out of the car, leaving her behind in the back seat to stare up at the building they were all supposed to be heading into. There was no need for her to be this nervous. She and Anthony were friends. They talked still, occasionally. Maybe once a week. And the conversations were never more than half an hour long, just to check in, but thatâs adult friendships.
Right?
She gets out of the car, jogging to catch up with her friends as they were already to the elevator.Â
âYouâre going to be ok, you know,â Devyn says, putting her arm around Colette.
âYeah, weâll kill him if you want us to.â
Devyn smacks her husband's chest with her free hand, scolding him as Colette laughs.Â
She could do this.Â
They make their way up to Anthonyâs place, getting turned around and somehow ending up two floors above where they were supposed to be, thanks to Franco not being able to read a text message properly and upsetting one of Anthonyâs elderly building neighbors. By the time they find his apartment, the place is full, their friends and Anthonyâs taking up so much space they could barely move. Franco and Devyn break off from Colette, leaving her alone to scope the place out.
She wanders through his place, people in every single one of his rooms. She stumbles across what she assumes to be a guest room. It was way too neat to be Anthonyâs own room, despite him always making her bed when they were together.Â
Mat appears behind her, laughing at the sight of the room. âI guess itâs easy to figure out which room is Titoâs, huh?â
Colette lets out a small laugh. âI was just thinking that.âÂ
âHow have you been?â he asks, sitting down on the bed.Â
She goes to join him, sighing. âIâm at my exâs place for the first time since we moved out of the place we got together. Clearly, Iâm on top of the world.âÂ
âIt could be worse.â
âMaybe,â she shrugs.
âOk, what animal are you least afraid of?â Colette looks at him, confused by the non sequitur. âIâm trying to distract you.âÂ
âFine, fine,â she rolls her eyes as he nudges her shoulder. âI guess fish?â
âNo, I said an animal.â
âAnd I said a fish.â
âNo, a real animal?â
âAre fish fake?â
âYou canât find a fish at a zoo. Have you heard of fish zoos?â
âYeah, theyâre called aquariums, you fucking walnut,â Colette tells him, laughing so hard she could feel pain in her sides.
âOh. Oh, yeah,â Mat sits there for a second, looking down at his hands with a smirk on his face while Colette continues to laugh. âI think thatâs the first time Iâve heard you laugh that hard since you broke up with him.â
âThis is the first time weâve seen each other since before he and I broke up,â Colette points out once she catches her breath.
Mat sighs. âI donât think heâs laughed as hard as you just did since you two broke up.âÂ
âYeah, sure,â she says, not believing him.Â
âColette, you make him want to live as long as possible so he can have as much time sharing the planet with you as he can. He has all of your favorite things in his Notes App on his phone that he will not delete. That one picture I took of you guys way back when we all met is still one of his lock screens, again that he wonât delete. I mean, look around his whole place. You are in every corner.â
Colette shakes her head. âCome on.â
âLook at that bookcase,â Mat says, bringing her over to the other side of the room. A picture of Devyn and Francoâs wedding party is framed on one of the shelves, one where he is looking at her so lovingly that someone in passing would assume they were the ones getting married while she was looking at the camera if not for what they were wearing. Her favorite candle scents were still unlit, sitting on the shelf next to all the books she loved by Leigh Bardugo and Gillian Flynn, the same ones from when they first moved in together, their spines now noticeably more worn, the copies loved by someone who had to have read them multiple times. She picked up the copy of Ninth House, seeing his writing in it and comments saying things like âremember when you said this to me?â or âthis has to be your favorite scene becauseâ left unfinished.Â
âHe was writing these to me,â she realizes, not noticing Mat leaving the room.
âOf course I was,â Anthony says, her turning around so fast she loses her grasp on the book in her hands to send it falling to the floor. âI canât really read these books anymore without thinking of you.â
âWhy do you still have them all then?â
Anthony looks at the book on the floor. âHow could I get rid of them?â
The two of them stand there in silence for what feels like forever. She wasnât used to having Anthony in front of her and barely being able to find the words to say to him. She hated herself for losing him, but how could she have kept him? Colette takes in a deep breath. âWe made a mistake breaking up, didnât we?â
Anthony nods, shrugging. âYeah, probably.âÂ
âI donât think we could ever go back, either.â Anthony sighs, opening his mouth to say something when Colette cuts him off. âI donât think I can do this anymore.â
âDo what?â
âI think Iâm still in love with you, but we canât be together. We donât trust each other,â Colette hears herself say, shocked at the words that come out of her.
Anthony closes the distance between them, taking her in his arms and hugging her so fiercely she could barely breathe. âI still love you, too.âÂ
The two of them pull apart, both of them crying. They knew what this was for them.
âGod, this sucks,â Anthony laments.
 âItâs kind of amazing, though, isnât it?â
âWhat?â Anthony asks, shock in his voice.
âHow lucky we are that we got to love each other so much, that a simple goodbye could feel as devastating as this.â
two sets of eyes, one opened set, one closed set
âDonât panic,â Addison says, Eddy rolling his eyes behind her.
âYeah, because only good things come from people saying that,â Colette says, handing her friends the drinks she bought them. Becca was somewhere with Devyn and Franco, the six of them out together for one of their increasingly rare nights when they could all be together without having to worry about anything outside the building they were in.Â
âShe thinks she saw some of Anthonyâs teammates,â Eddy explains, guiding them back to the rest of their friends.Â
Colette rolls her eyes, looking back to her friend who had already downed more than half her drink. She knew that Addison had a drunken habit of mistaking strangers for people she actually knew, or thought she knew. Just because she thought she saw some of his teammates, that didnât actually mean anything. âI think we can save the panic for when we know we see him, instead.âÂ
âYouâre already panicking about seeing him again?â Becca asks, overhearing only the last part of the conversation as they arrive back at the table.Â
âWe are talking about different people,â Colette says. âI was just with Carter last night.â
âThatâs, what, almost every night thatâs heâs not away for the last five months that youâve spent the night together, isnât it?â Devyn asks, stirring her drink with her straw.
âYeah,â Colette sighs.
âOh, no,â Franco groans.
âYou guys seem really in to each other.â Becca points out.
âI mean, physically, itâs great. But, he just,â Colette starts, trying to figure out what to say. She knew exactly what bothered her; it was why she broke up with Anthony in the first place. âHe doesnât really know me.âÂ
âHoly shit,â Eddy says, nearly choking on his drink. The group follows his gaze to see that Addison was right; Anthonyâs teammates were there at the bar, but so was Anthony.Â
Not only was he there, but he had his arm around a girl, guiding her through the place to see if they could find an open table, the only one close to them being the one right next to them.Â
âYou make it worse if you freak out,â Devyn scolds him.
âHi,â Anthony says when he sees her, standing right next to their table.Â
âHey, bud,â Eddy greets him, Franco punching him in the arm for the over enthusiasm.Â
âWeâre going to go get more drinks,â Becca says, all of Coletteâs friends grabbing their clearly new drinks in front of them and excusing themselves from the table.Â
Anthony awkwardly chuckles as they all leave, just him and Colette alone for the first time in what felt like forever. âSo they havenât changed.â
Colette felt a pit in her stomach. âYou didnât have to stop talking to them because we donât talk that much. I mean, you were in Devyn and Francoâs wedding.â
Anthony nods, taking a sip of his drink before setting it down on the table in front of her. He was still standing awkwardly, Colette knowing that he wouldnât ask to sit down with her. âTalking to them made me think about talking to you.â
The two of them sit in an awkward silence for a moment.Â
âSo who was-â
âI saw you-â they start to say at the same time, both of them letting out a laugh in hopes it would calm them down.
âYou first,â Colette tells him.
âI saw you started seeing someone,â he brings up, leaning against the table as he looks down at his drink, a sad smile on his face.
Colette cringes, nodding. She forgot she still had him on her private story. âYeah, but it wonât last much longer.â
âOh.â
âI saw you were here with someone?â she asks, gesturing to the girl who was with his teammates.
Anthony looks over, waving at his friends and the girl. âThatâs Matâs little sister. Sheâs just here to visit.â
âSo are you seeing anyone?â
Anthony shakes his head.
âIâm sorry,â Colette hears herself say, gesturing to him to sit down next to her.
He waves her off, taking the seat previously occupied by Franco across from her. âItâs fine. Iâll find someone else eventually.â
âNo, I mean,â Colette starts, taking in a deep breath and trying to figure out what to say after all these years of not saying what she wanted to. What she should have said. They both knew they had already found each other and they let it go too soon. âIâm sorry for ending things. Iâm sorry for being the reason everything fell apart. Iâm sorry I didnât show you how much I love you the way you showed me.â
Anthony looks up from his drink, confused. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou knew everything about me. You have my favorite books, you always knew exactly what I wanted to get when we went out to dinner before I had the chance to tell you, you know my mood based on the smallest things I do. You showed me you love me with everything. I didnât do that for you.âÂ
Anthony gives her a sad smile. âYou always showed me you loved me.â
âNot the way you did. I feel like I knew nothing about you the way you knew me.â
Anthony shakes his head. âYou know me better than I know myself.â Colette starts to shake her head, about to dispute him when he cuts her off. âIf I had a bad game, you always had a cup of tea ready for me when I got home with a note telling me how you knew Iâd be fine next game. You never tried to minimize how I felt after a game and listened to everything I told you. If I had to get up early for practice or to leave for a road trip, you had my coffee ready for me before I was even awake sitting on the nightstand waiting for me, even if you hadnât slept great the night before. Iâd open my bag and find the notes you wrote for me hidden in my suit pockets so Iâd have them with me in the locker room. You still text me after games to tell me youâre proud of me. You think you didnât show me you loved me? Iâve never felt more loved by anyone before meeting you.â
âI didnât think those things meant anything.â
âThey meant everything.â
I love you
Colette walks into the studio, paper in hand. She had booked yet another appointment with her favorite artist, Eleni, months ago, going back and forth as to what she wanted. Her left arm was covered in a series of small tattoos as it was, enough space right at the start of her forearm for one last small tattoo.Â
âHey, Let,â Eleni greets her.
âHi, Len,â she smiles back, handing her the piece of paper.
âYou want the words, âI love you?ââ Eleni asks, eyebrow cocked. Colette swallows, knowing that this was the last thing she wanted on her arm. âWhose writing is this? I know itâs not yours.â
âAnthonyâs,â Colette admits after what felt like too long of a silence for it to be anyone else's.Â
âAre you sure you want this?âÂ
Colette forces out a laugh. âEvery tattoo on my arm relates to him in some way, you know that. You put them all there. The book with the sun, the solo cup, the wheel of fortune. Might as well finish it off with how we feel about each other.âÂ
Eleni takes in a deep breath, getting Colette ready for her tattoo. âI donât get why you two arenât together.â
Colette sighs. âI fucked up. And I donât think Iâll ever be able to fix it. Not in a way that matters, anyway.â Eleni gives her a sad look, Colette shaking her head and waving it off. âBesides, just because you think youâre âmeant to beâ with someone, doesnât mean youâll actually âbe.ââÂ
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Douce amere chapter 18, older!dipper pines x reader, ~6.7k words masterlist Prev
What had Dipper learnt? It was July twenty-first, and it had been for nearly a week, stuck on the day after Bill possessed you and attacked him. You were in the kitchen in the morning, and hung out with Stan in the evening for an unknown amount of time. Mabel stayed in the shack all day, and Ford worked downstairs, probably. Dipper hadnât seen him. And nobody else seemed to notice the repetitions.Â
This was stupid. Downright stupid. That was about all Dipper was certain of, but he had his other suspicions. The first time he did today was when he found that weird cave, that seemed most logical. And it if wasnât that, he was totally fucked with no other leads or clues.
So off he went. Dipper quietly sidestepped Mabelâs questions as he grabbed for his bag. At least she was confused, which meant she was distracted from what happened⌠yesterday. The last thing Dipper wanted was a repeat of the conversation they had⌠however many days ago. Iterations of today. It was all he could do to trudge out the door on heavy feet and keep his eyes forward.Â
Okay. This is fine. He would go to that weird supernatural cave pond, and this would end. Tomorrow would happen.Â
Oh god. How did time loops even work? If weirdness was just in Gravity Falls, was time passing outside of it? Dipper shook his head as he stumbled into the brush of the forest. Maybe time was passing and he was just insane. Dipper couldnât tell if that would be better, or worse.Â
As he ambled through the woods, he came to an unfortunate, unrelated realization. He had no idea where to go. The sun was coming up, just light enough to see clearly. Heâd come to the fairytale part of the woods, that was a good sign. A few flickering fireflies left over from the night were still idly buzzing around close to the ground around colourful mushrooms. Heâd definitely come through here last time, but he was mindlessly running away, then. He wasnât trying to remember the path. Hell, even if he was, he probably wouldnât.
Dipper furrowed his brow as he came to a fork in the path, squinting as he tried to remember which way. Fuck, this sucked. He took a gamble for left.
The sun was high overhead when he got there. The same grove, just as it had been days ago. Dipper sighed when he came to it, the slightclearing at the face of the cliff, hands on his knees to brace himself. God, how little had he slept this whole time? It was starting to weigh on him. Even just an afternoon of walking was enough to leave him stumbling.
 At least he knew his body was experiencing time. Dipper thought about it as he approached the cave entrance, without the hesitation of curiosity this time. He definitely felt like it had been a few days without proper sleep, that much was certain as he tripped through the tunnel with all the grace of Grunkle Stan on a Friday night.Â
The water was still running down the floors and the walls towards the puddle chamber. Dipper didnât bother trying to step on his tip toes or around the streams. With wet shoes, and without a flashlight, he groaned his way to the dim light.Â
It still shone like a full moon, with ripples of the water reflecting all around the wide cave walls, sparking on the specks of minerals encrusted inside. Dipper stood miserably before it, staring in. His reflection stared back.
Hmmm. Last time the reflection was off, bad angle and extra people. This time though, it was just plain old him, exactly how he should look. The picture flickered with its drips like a puddle, and less like a mirror, or a gateway between worlds. Thatâs weird. Or there was always the off chance he was hallucinating last time. Or this time. Sighing, he pulled the journal out of his bag, and flipped to the last few pages he wrote.Â
He was already reading by the time he noticed. He was reading. There were words written about the cave. Dipper squinted as he eyed the journal. He wrote those in the timeloop. Were objects immune? If it only affected people that would confirm time was passing.Â
Dipper grimaced as he made note of it all. Any other time, this would be a fun mystery to unravel, an interesting thread to pull. If time was looping on any other dayâŚÂ
Scratch that. It could be worse, he realized. It could have been yesterday. Oh god. His eyes widened as it dawned on him; he couldâve been stuck reliving the moment that you- Bill towered over him trying to kill him. His hands flew to his mouth to cover it instinctively as a shiver travelled up his spine. Deep breaths.Â
Dipper knelt down slowly, balancing on the balls of his feet as he stared down into the glowing puddle. Ugh. His reflection looked worn down. Far worse then last time. Well, what it showed last time wasnât real. Unfortunately. The bangs under his eyes seemed to be pulling down his face, far deeper than usual, and outlined with dark circles.Â
Sighing, he touched the pond. Thatâs all he did last time, right? He just splashed it and the reflections vanished, and that was kinda weird.Â
Nothing happened. Maybe because nothing was happening. No mystery in the water this time, and nothing to disturb with his heavy hands. Dipper pursed his lips. Did it⌠work? Was he out? He glanced around. Nothing looked or felt different. He splashed around again, waving his hand in the puddle as of to tread water. He could feel his lips turning into a scowl. This was stupid.Â
Against all odds, he managed to stand up, pushing himself off his legs and staring down at the puddle. Same old reflection. Dipper sighed. Was there anything else he could do here?Â
He couldnât think of anything logical. He spared the pool one more glance, and turned back. He swallowed hard as he stepped back into the sunlight, a growing anxiety building in his chest. Dipper looked back at the cave entrance, itâs maw staring at him from the cliff face, and he shivered despite the summer heat.Â
Fuck this. He went back to the shack, trekking through the woods, following the path he blazed in his tired trudge this morning. Still, it was evening when he got back. Dipper squinted at the shack from a distance. What happened in the evening? The first time, Mabel greeted him at the door, and told him you and Stan were together⌠somewhere. He couldnât remember.Â
So⌠no front door. Mabel could survive one today without seeing him. Dipper winced. If this is her first time, that would hurt. He thought back to the way she cried during their first morning conversation, or her tired face in the evening. He stared at the front door from the tree line. If he fixed the timeloop, then this would be the permanent version. The version she remembered. Is that what he wanted? For her to think heâd run away, abandoned her completely? He glanced at his wrist, the slowly healing bruise your foot had left when Bill attacked him. No. He could do better.Â
Sighing, he walked to the front door, and Mabel opened it before he even reached the handle. He might have been growing desensitized to the raw emotion in the shack, but Mabelâs tired eyes still struck a dull pain in his chest. Yeah. This was the right choice.Â
He hugged her, spoke to her, and sat with her until he passed out, brain melting and numbing to the sound of vaguely familiar Gravity Falls tv.Â
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He dreamt of burning. A burning pain in his wrist and arm, a burning feeling in his chest, and the burning light in your eyes that flickered and sparked with hate when you looked over him. That image was so clear. Your- Bills sadistic grin while he was pinned. Like it was seared into his brain like a brand. Felt like burning.Â
And he woke in his bed, his body holding into that burning feeling with a vice grip. With sweaty hands he wiped his sweaty forehead. Bed. And then it all went cold. Somebody could have brought him there. There was a non zero chance he wasnât in the loop.Â
It was dark outside. Mabel slept, with all her stuffed animals bundled near her head. He didnât want to wake her to ask, at least one twin deserved sleep. There was one good litmus test though. Quietly, he stood, creaked open the door, and descended the stairs.
There were lights on, but that wasnât something exclusive to today. That could mean anything. Non zero chance.Â
Light was on in the kitchen. Dipper winced, stopping short. Maybe you werenât in there. Ugh. The sinking feeling in his chest only grew when he approached, and he head a few familiar sniffles and shuffles. God fucking dammit. There you were. On the floor. With a coffee pot in your lap and a half empty mug beside you. Dipper gritted his teeth, staring at you a moment.Â
Dipper could barely hear you ask your familiar question; âdo youâŚâ you started. âDo you want some?â
He blinked, and waited a moment. Well shit. It was still today. He was so fucked. Wordlessly, he walked out, leaving you to your usual activities⌠whatever those were. He didnât care to find out. Aimlessly, he walked through the house. So completely fucked.Â
Or⌠maybe not. His eyes caught on the vending machine in the gift shop, and he grimaced. If anyone knew anything about this, it was probably Ford. He probably couldâve thought of that yesterday. Ugh. Another today wasted on a bad hunch.Â
He sluggishly typed in the code, and the vending machine popped open to reveal the stairs behind it. Ford might be awake.  Hell, he totally was, Dipper thought as he went down. No shot Ford could rest more then he could while Bill was out there.Â
He stopped at the study. The room that once terrified him, lined with alters and shrines to Bill. With a sigh, he knocked gently on the door. He hasnât seen Ford today. His schedule was the only complete mystery.Â
He heard a few paper shuffle on the other side, before hasty steps came toward the door. It slowly opened to an only slightly dishevelled Ford.  âDipper,â he said, opening the door all the way. âAre you alright?âÂ
Dipper smiled as he came in, âYeah Iâm⌠fine.â He glanced around. There was writing on the whiteboard, scribbles he wasnât even sure Ford could read. The desk was covered in papers, some looked old and yellowed, some white and new, with pen ink drips staining most of them. âGrunkle Ford, uh-â Dipper started, turning back to his great uncle. He sucked a breath in through his teeth. How to word this? âHave you noticed anything⌠weird, lately?â
Fords expression hardened, his brow furrowed with curiosity. âWell, Bill,â he said simply. âIs that what you mean?â
Dipper shook his head, lips pursed.Â
âI thought so,â Ford said, sounding disappointed. He gestured at the white board, âI have no idea who wrote most of that.â
Dippers eyes widened. Right. Objects werenât affected. That meant⌠anyone could learn about it if they left themself something in writing.Â
âMy best guess is Iâm being possessed,â Ford said sadly. âThe writing is clearly mine, but I donât recall doing it. Iâm not certain what Bills return means, but if he can possess my body even with my metal plate,â he tapped his head for emphasis, âthen weâve got big problems.âÂ
Dipper looked at the floor. âI, uh, donât think thatâs it,â he started, scratching at his wrist. âWhat if thereâs some sort of a time-loop, and you wrote that yesterday, and you justâŚâ he met his mentors eyes, âdonât remember.â
Ford raised his brow. âYou⌠know something about this? He asked.
Dipper nodded, eyes glued to the floor. âSo far Iâm the only one whoâs noticed,â he muttered.Â
Ford seemed sceptical, all six fingers tapping against his chin as he looked over Dipper intently. He hummed, âare you certain?â And sighed when Dipper nodded again. Ford grimaced, and kicked over a stool on wheels and a swivel, gesturing for Dipper to sit.Â
Sighing, he did, his feet idly pushing him back and forth in small motions. Ford pulled another chair out from behind the whiteboard, and sat down in front of him, hands laced together and held against his lips, as if to hold back words. Dipper shuddered thinking about what he might say. At least he believed him.Â
âHow long?â Ford ask simply, unreadable tone or expression.Â
He swallowed. How long had it been? He wasnât keeping track at first, and the days seemed to blend together in the pile of mush that was his brain. God. âA few days⌠maybe a week?â Dipper sighed. âI donât know for sure.â
Ford pursed his lips, brow furrowed. âOkay, can you start from the beginning?â
Ugh. How many beginnings had there been? And the one he thought was the key turned out to be a dud, and wasted another day. Dipper grumbled, went through it from the top. As much as he could remember. He thought about leaving out what he saw in the puddle, since admitting to hallucinating didnât seem like a great idea, but if anyone would understand, it would be Ford. So he told him.Â
Ford listened intently, and groaned when he was done. Ford adjusted his glasses a few times as he grimaced, âWell, this isnât ideal,â he managed.Â
Dipper sighed.
â-But thereâs⌠probably a way out,â he finished.  He tapped his fingers against his chin. âYou said you saw⌠us, in the pool, correct?â
Dipper nodded, grumbling. Suddenly that part seemed really dumb. He got lured into a weird puddle by hallucinating something that probably happened, like, a few days ago. Longer than that, now.Â
âThatâs⌠interesting,â Ford said, transfixed on Dippers face. Or maybe he was looking through him. âI might be familiar with the concept.â
Dipper waited for him to say more on the subject. It took a few moments of silence for him to speak again.
âI encountered a similar issue in another dimension,â Ford started, swivelling his chair over to his desk to flip through the papers. âI doubt I have the written record anymore,â he said, shuffling them around. âActually, I donât even think I wrote it down⌠it wasnât something I particularly wanted to study.â
Dipper swallowed. Alright. So he was stuck in a situation that even Ford wasnât comfortable with. Just great.Â
âIt was just after I left the alternate dimension where I never fell into the portal,â Ford sighed, putting his papers down. He grabbed around his desk until his hand landed on a pen, and he started to write while he spoke. âThere was a fountain, and I guess I was feeling,â he rubbed the bridge of his nose, âhomesick.â
âWhat⌠did you see?â Dipper asked, fearing where this was going. What it meant for him.Â
âOh lots of things,â Ford sighed wistfully, not looking up from the paper that was now splattered with ink. âStanley,â Ford said. âAnd Fiddleford, firstly. I never imagined they could be friends, but they were in the vision.â
Dipper shivered as he spoke. Homesick, huh? The image of himself with you, Mabel, Stan and Ford knocked around his head. And Grunkle Ford wasnât done. âAnd my lab was there, from the alternate world. I had it all, so to speak.â
âDid you touch the water?â Dipper asked, wincing.
Ford nodded, and Dipper could see him start to sketch a drawing. âI did, and thatâs how it started. Iâd left that dimension by nightfall, but by morning I was waking up right back where I started.â
âWell, howâd you make it stop?â Dipper sighed, this time with relief. If Ford could get out, so could he, right?Â
Ford spun in the chair to face him, looking grave. âTo this day, Iâm still not sure.â
Well shit. Statement rescinded.Â
âI was stuck for a long time,â Ford paused, and eyed Dipper intensely. Dipper couldnât tell what he was thinking. He wasnât sure he wanted to know. âIâm not sure how it happened, but one day it just⌠ended.â
Dipper blinked. âAnd you have no idea how?â He blurted out.Â
Ford shook his head. âI donât,â he sighed, resting his head on his palm. âIâll do some thinking on it, or try to find anything written about it, and see if I can find something to help you,â he said sadly.Â
Well, fuck. Dippers foot bounced on the floor anxiously, and he wiped some sweat off his palms onto his pants. So he was on his own. Sort of. Maybe Ford would find something. But how long could that take? How long was he stuck? Dipper guessed⌠too long, if even Ford didnât want to write this one down. Something better left forgotten. Dipper swallowed, and stood up, âOkay, well,â he started. âIâll try to figure something out, then.â
Without another word, he left. Okay, so. What did he learn? He might be so fucked. He glanced around the gift shop. Completely empty. The sun was up outsideâŚÂ so the shacks probably closed. Dipper sighed. Wendy wasnât here either. Guess she had the day off.Â
Dipper walked to the counter with the register, and rested his elbows on it. He had to figure this out. Time was still passing. He had to get out of this. Mabel might kill him for cutting her summer over a week short.Â
He needed a plan.Â
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He did not come up with a plan. That marked two days since finding out that that were compete busts. He groaned, waking up from another nightmare. Those were some of the only things that changed from day to day. At least there was a little variety. At least he had Fords help now. Hopefully he left himself a note to remember.Â
Ugh. Today might have been the groggiest yet.Â
Dipper ambled down the stairs. He was getting that coffee. This one doesnât matter. He was still stuck in today, and unless something crazy happened, he would be tomorrow too. He deserved a break, a cheat day, if you will. It had been over a week of this shit. Today was becoming a full time job. Dipper took a deep breath, and gripped the kitchen doorway. âOut,â he said decisively, really more of a demand, pointing his thumb at the door as he pushed through.Â
You were slow, looking up at him with confused eyes for a moment before you tried to come to your feet. Your legs were shaky, and seemed stiff. God, how long do you sit there each day? Dipper looked down at you a moment before turning his head back to the cupboard.Â
He scowled when he saw it, his fingers curling around the cupboard panels until the tips turned white. There was none left. âY/n,â he said, whipping his head around. You were nearly out the door, but stopped like a deer in headlights. âDid you finish-â he glanced down at the mug in your hand.Â
You followed his eyes to the half empty cup, then drifted back up to him.Â
Dipper sucked a sigh in through his teeth, approaching you for the first time in⌠a while. âI need that more than you do,â he said tiredly.Â
Timidly, you handed him the cup. His tired reflection swirled in the dark, tepid liquid. Nothing about it looked completely appealing, truth be told.Â
âUm, Dipper,â you started, looking at the floor. It was only once you spoke that he realized you were still there in front of him, and hadnât scurried away. You were tired as always, but your clothes seemed far worse for wear than they did before: decorated with stains, a little dirt and dust. Guess that checks out. If you just slept in whatever you were wearing, youâd never change clothes. Had you not changed clothes all loop? â-and Iâm just- just sorry, I guess.â
Oh shit. Dipper blinked a few times, tuning back in. He hadnât registered much of what you said. You were looking at him expectantly, wide eyes like glass. If there was one thing to note about you, it was how little you looked like Bill. Your mouth was held in a restful frown, and brow raised as you waited. And you body language wasnât anywhere near the way Bill carried you. Your hands fidgeted at your chest, and the cruel and smug confidence was gone. Dipper couldnât see Bill at all. Just you. Just you. And you looked rough.Â
He sighed. Just you. âNot now, alright?â Dipper said. At least he could look you in the eyes. That was⌠maybe a first. He couldnât remember. But he wasnât started by the movement of your hands, or the flicker of your eyes today.Â
And he must not have sounded too harsh, because you didnât seem too bad after. You nodded, slow at first and then quickly, and turned and shuffled away, and Dipper was alone again.Â
He looked into the coffee again, thinking back to the same way the cave puddle swirled when it lured him in. He sighed, slinking back to the counter to lean on as he sipped the, admittedly terrible, coffee. He couldnât take a cheat day. He had to figure this out. You looked terrible. At least he wasnât stuck in the same way you or Mabel were. Youâd spent the last week sad and on the floor. Dipper frowned, sighing. You didnât deserve that. As much as he mightâve said otherwise a few todays ago.
Okay. He had to think through this. What does he know? The water lures people in by showing them stuff. Stuff they want. And itâs escapable, Ford was able to do it. But he said it took him a while, and he had no idea how it happened.Â
The water seemed to think the thing Dipper wanted was for thing to go back to normal, with you, Mabel, His Grunkles. The stupid puddle mightâve been right.Â
The question seemed to be: was there something there? Something to do with that? Or was that just the predatory strategy it used to draw people in? If that was the case, then he was even more fucked, because that was his only lead. The only thing in common between him and Fords experience was the water, and that.Â
Dipper paced around the shack. He walked a few circles through the house part, the tourist part, the parlour. He needed a plan. Something with the water⌠or something with the things in the water⌠Dipper scratched at his chin. Ugh. There had to be something. Maybe his brain was too tired to think straight.Â
He walked through the tourist trapped hallways as he thought, and Dipper stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Stanâs voice a room over. He hadnât seen Stan a single time in the loop. Mabel said that he was with you in the evening, but it was barely noon. Carefully, he stayed still and quiet enough to listen. âHey kid,â Stan said.Â
He heard vague shuffling noises, and decided he needed to get closer. He edged his way to the wall, careful to keep his steps quiet.Â
âHello,â you said softly.Â
Dipper pressed his ear to the wall despite himself. This probably wasnât his conversation to hear.
Stanâs voice was soft, but confident. âListen kid, it happens to the best of us. Iâm proof of that,â he laughed. Dipper felt his lips curl in into the smallest of smiles.Â
You must not have been convinced, because you stayed quiet.Â
âYouâll be fine, Y/n,â Stan said. âTheyâve all done this before, they know how to bounce back.â
âI donât want to be in their nightmares,â you said, and Dipper winced. You knew all too well about his. And you werenât far off. Youâd been a feature in most of them lately. He carefully and quietly slumped against the wall to support, and sunk to the floor. It sucked that you were right.Â
Stan sighed. âYeah, that sucks,â he said. Tactful, as always, Dipper thought, rolling his eyes. But Stan wasnât done, âbut youâll be there to help with those.â Oh. Dipper curled his knees close to his chest. Yeah, normally you would be.Â
âI donât think they want that,â you said. Also right. God, it sucked when you were right. Each word tightened a knot in his chest.Â
âTheyâll come around. I think Dipshit will just take a bit,â Stan said.Â
Dipper decided he should probably stop listening. You werenât wrong often, and he didnât want to hear what you had to say about⌠him. If you were right again, and you didnât⌠you werenât.. if you didnât think he could come around.
He stood up, slowly and carefully, and kept pacing around. He could get you guys out of this. He had to. Relieving those emotions everyday sounded like hell on earth.Â
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At least the nightmares were getting better. Not great, but less intense, more of a dull ache than a stabbing pain. That was something, right? Dipper went to the kitchen. Guess there was no avoiding you if he wanted to eat. But he might be okay seeing you today.Â
Well, there you were. As always. On the floor, this time with a can of peaches, since youâd used up the coffee yesterday. Your face was still blotchy from⌠probably crying. Guess Dipper couldnât judge. You were looking up at him with wide eyes full of guilt, and he cringed.
Sighing, he walked over, and slumped down beside you, back to the cupboards. âHey, Y/n,â he said tiredly.Â
You swallowed, clutching the peach can in your lap. âUm, hey, Dip,â you said timidly, throat sounding ragged and rough. You gestured at the can,  âDo you⌠want some?âÂ
Dipper smiled weakly, shaking his head. You always offer him whatever you have. âIâm good,â he said.Â
He looked you over again. Nothing new, really. At least he wasnât seeing Bill. The worst part was that he didnât know what to say to you. It had been a while since youâd both spoken, at least for him. And worse for you; you were probably still recovering from being possessed.Â
And he didnât normally get this close to you. It was only at this angle that he saw the fading bruise on your jaw just past your chin. The spot he hit you with the journal. âSorry about, uh-â Dipper started, and gestured at the same place on himself. âGetting you, the other day.â
You shot him a weak smile. âAh, donât be,â you said, voice light. âGlad you did. And it⌠doesnât hurt much, actually.âÂ
Yeah, itâs practically healed by now, he thought. Dipper winced thinking about earlier loops. Drinking all that coffee must have hurt. Even now, the bruise was a slight yellow.Â
âIâm sorry about getting you, too,â you said, looking at the floor and holding up and tapping your wrist. âMust suck.â
Oh right. Dipper had practically forgotten. He turned over his hand to look at his wrist where your foot had been pressed. It was practically gone. He mightâve been happy it healed if it didnât mean heâd been in this loop for longer than heâd like.Â
âOh,â you said, eyes catching the same way his did. âItâs-â you stopped for a moment, and looked back to his face. âIâm glad that didnât leave much of a mark,â you murmured.Â
âIt did,â he said, and immediately regretted it. That wouldnât make any sense to you. Well. You probably  wouldnât remember tomorrow, anyway. âIt, uh, really hurt for a while. I think the bruise is just⌠healed.â
You smiled, almost laughing. It looked a little unnatural, given your somewhat puffy eyes and dirty clothes. âWell, thatâs good,â you said softly.Â
Dipper couldnât help but smile a little. He hadnât realized how much he missed you these past days. Even if you kind of sucked. âActually,â he said, pointing at your peach can. âI do want one.â He aimlessly reached up, and pulled open a drawer above him, scrounging around until he found a fork. âMay I?â He asked.
Wordlessly, you held the can out to him, and he stabbed a peach slice through. He cupped one hand under it to catch any dripping juice. It was sweet.Â
âHey, Dipper,â you said hesitantly. âIâm- uh, sorry that I got us into this.â
He sighed, wiping a little peach juice from the corner of his mouth. He pursed his lips. âItâs⌠fine,â he managed. It mostly wasnât, but whatever. It was fine enough. Nobody died.Â
You stared at the floor, putting your can of peaches down so you could fidget with your hands. âNot really though, right?â You said. âI mean, this sucks. I know you and Mabel gotta hate this⌠and Ford and Stan.â You tapped your fingers against the tile floor, your leg bouncing a little with each word. âI mean, I thought for a second that he was gonna kill you,â you said, finally tuning your eyes back to him.
âI-â Dipper faltered. You werenât wrong. It mightâve been your voice bouncing around his head saying: when are you ever? âI couldnâtâve let him kill me,â Dipper said, completely lacking confidence. And you had to know that. Dipper wasnât sure who he was lying for: you or him. Bill did almost kill him, and he almost let it happen.Â
You looked over at him, eyes wide with worry. âIf you say soâŚâ you trailed off. Your eyes held on his a moment longer before you sighed, grabbing your peaches again. âIâm just sorry that this happened. I should haveâŚâ you pursed your lips. âI donât know,â you said.
âItâsâŚâ Dipper swallowed. âItâs not all your fault,â he said, surprising himself. He mostly knew that. âI mean, it is party, but-â he started, looking at the wall. The kitchens faded wallpaper looked right back, staring through him with its faded stain eyes. âBill tricks people, itâs what he does. And this wouldnât never have happened if I just mentioned what he looks like,â Dipper admitted, the weight of the words nearly crushing him.Â
You stared at the wall with him, silent for a few beats. The fridge dully hummed in the background. âItâd been a really good summer before all this,â you said wistfully.Â
Dipper smiled tiredly at you. âYeah,â he said, âIt was.â Maybe even the best. No, definitely. He thought back on things⌠heâd really waited years to kiss you, didnât he? And Mabel was doing shockingly well at flirting this summer, too. And he didnât realize you and Stan were as close as you were, before yesterday. And at least he had Ford to help him through this.
Oh god. Everything he wanted. You, Mabel, Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford, thatâs all that stupid puddle showed him. All he wanted. For things to go back to normal.Â
It was like you could read minds. âDo you think things can go back to normal?â You asked, still staring blankly in front of you, the weight of your eye bags bringing down your face.Â
Dippers palms were sweaty. Could they? âI- I donât know,â he stuttered. He licked his lips, suddenly realizing how dry they were. âI want them too.â
You smiled sadly, âwell, thatâs not the question, is it?â His chest tightened as you curled your legs up closer to you, and stared at the floor by your feet. âI do too,â you sighed, âBut Iâm not sure they will.â
Well that was the truth, wasnât it? That he might not get⌠the only thing he wants. Things might not go back to normal. His face fell, and he stared at you. A wave of grief hit him all at once. He got to study your side profile for a moment before you finally turned to face him, that same sad smile still on your lips. You looked like youâd aged a year in a week. He couldnât have been doing great, either. It was only, well, yesterday that youâd looked like yourself.Â
But that wasnât you, it was Bill. This is what you looked like now. The same, but different. A little tired. At least you were you, even if you might not be the person from before, anymore.Â
You cut through the silence like a butcher, âif things are different,â you started, glancing over at him. He could see you chewing the inside of your cheek. You swallowed, eyes drifting back to the floor. A pained look crossed your face as you took a deep breath, Â âI think I could live with that, if I still had you guys with me.â
Dippers mouth hung just slightly open as he stared at you. Oh god. He felt like heâd been hit by a train. If you still had them with you. The words bounced around his⌠seemingly empty head. He felt a sinkhole in his chest where his heart usually was. If you had them with you. And here he was avoiding you like the plague the last few days, he could almost laugh. If you still had them with you, you could live with it.Â
Dipper didnât realize he was crying until he tasted a tear. Shit. He hastily wiped his eyes on his sleeve. If you had them with you. What did the time puddle show him? You, Mabel, his family? âI think,â he said. It came out weak. He cleared his throat to steady his voice, âI think I could live with that too.â
You looked up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. Your eyes flickered back to the floor, âWell, thatâs good.âÂ
Dipper blinked, his eyes were still watery. You were just a little blurry, as his eyes fixed on your face. Man, youâd barely smiled this whole loop. It almost looked foreign. If I had you with me, huh? Yeah. Heâd survive as long as he had them all with him. He smiled, wiping his eyes again. âHey, Iâm sorry for avoiding you these past⌠last night,â he said, sniffling. âI probably shouldâve made sure you were okay.â
You shook your head, âItâs⌠fine,â you smiled. You crossed your legs, skewering another peach slice on a fork, and offering him the can. He poked another onto his fork, too. âI get it, Dip,â you assured. âNothing to apologize for.â
Well, you didnât know the whole story, did you? Dipper sighed, âstill, I am. Cheers?â He asked, holding his peach fork out to you.Â
You smiled, and clinked your slice against his, âCheers.â
The kitchen tile floor had a few drops of peach juice on it, and a couple coffee stains from the previous days, but it was still comfortable. Maybe you were into something, sitting here this whole time. Dipper leaned back, his back sliding further down the cabinet. If I have you all with me, I can live with it, he thought. Unfortunately, you had some pretty good words sometimes. Things might not be how he saw them in that dumbass puddle, but⌠thatâs fine. Things had changed before, and he survived. As long as he had his people. He could feel the tears fighting to get out again.Â
âIâm going to get you out of this,â Dipper sighed.Â
You half smiled, nodding at him, âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â he said again. All of this. First the loop, then⌠the rest. Dipper stood up, brushed himself off, and looked down at you. âIâm going to figure something out,â he promised.Â
You smiled, âGo get emâ.âÂ
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Dipper tried to. He paced, he thought, he talked to Ford, who wrote himself a note to remember. And they came up with some ideas, some stupider then others. Some plans: what if he drank the water? What if he just told everyone? What if he left Gravity Falls? He talked to Mabel a little. He saw Stan, since this time he didnât end up comforting you. Guess Dipper did that, himself. Or⌠more the other way around. He ended the day feeling better then he started.Â
He still woke up early, though, still felt sluggish as he went down the stairs. Later then before, though. At least it was light out. Food, and then Ford. And heâd quickly tell you everything was fine while he was there. He smiled when he saw the lights on under the kitchen door.
What. The hell. The kitchen was in fact, empty. Dipper blinked, caught in the doorframe. WhereâŚÂ or, shit. What the fuck happened? He looked around for traces of you. There were still coffee stains on the floor, and an empty can of peaches on the counter⌠but nothing new. Was he out?Â
He thought he would be thrilled to see something change, but instead his heart was stuck in his throat. Whereâd you go?Â
It wouldnât make any sense for him to be out, he didnât do anything. His legs only started to work when he got the idea to find Ford. He stumbled to the vending machine, punched the code, and sped down the stairs.Â
Dipper didnât bother to knock on the study door. âGrunkle Ford,â he said, swinging the door open. âWhat was yesterday?â
Ford whipped his head around, practically jumping out of his skin. He was standing at the white board, seemingly reading the notes theyâd scribbled last time. âWe came up with ideas to get you out of a time loop,â Ford said. âBut I was thinking-âÂ
â-you remember it?â Dipper asked, cutting him off.
Ford nodded, âI do. Can I assume this means something worked?âÂ
Dipper shook his head. âThat wouldnât make any sense,â he said, pacing closer and around the room. âWe had ideas, but⌠I didnât do anything.â
Ford sat down as Dipper walked in circles. âYou know, I wasnât sure how I got out, either,â he said. He tapped his fingers along his chin. âMaybe it⌠ran its course,â he suggested.Â
âOnly, like, a weekâŚish?â
Fords mouth hung open, âyouâre lucky, mine was monthsâŚâ he mumbled, fingers still tapping. His eyes were fixed on the floor as he hummed.Â
As Dipper paced, he caught Fords face fallen with lament, eyes softening on the floor. âYou know, the fountain showed me my brother, and Fiddleford⌠thatâs what it thought I wanted,â he started hesitantly. âBy the time I was out, I resented them both, and wanted nothing to do with either.â
Dipper stopped pacing. âI saw⌠normal stuff,â he said. Things going back to the way they were. Things heâs okay with not having, as long as his family is with him.Â
Ford shook his head, âIâm not sure.â He stood up, and wiped off the whiteboard of plans. âWell, no matter,â he said, eraser in hand. âThatâs one problem out of the way.â
Dipper nodded idly, still puzzled. He went back upstairs. What day was it? Things looked different outside. When he ascended to the gift shop, it was bright out. Yeah, that was new. He walked the shack aimlessly. Well, he did it. He checked his phone. July twenty-eighth.Â
He ambled around, and stopped in front of Soosâ break room. Quietly, he knocked on the door. He felt a little dumb standing alone in the hall when nothing happened. Maybe you werenât staying in there.Â
But then he heard the shuffles. And the door creaked open, you on the other side. âUh, hey,â you said softly.Â
Oh wow. It was a trip to see your face this way. You hadnât been crying, your eyes werenât red, you looked⌠better. Dipper sighed, a weight coming off his chest, âHey.â
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Fellas I just couldnât resist. I thought this chapter might kill me when I was writing it. Like I thought âhey what if I explored dippers trauma response and the lasting effects of billâ and then it turned into like 13k words between both parts đ
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Trans-Masc!Soap.
Cw: mentions of Female Anatomy, consensual voyeurism.
I didnât do any proof reading and thatâll be very evident I just needed to get horny thoughts out
Price had been in his hot stuffy Office for hours. His men called it the oven, it had no fan, no AC, the lamp he had in there barely provided any meaningful lighting, just an intense amount of heat, it didnât help he also had a PC in there. So not only was it hot, it was loud as well. He needed a shower, a nice cold one to be exact.
Price often left his office sweating. He hated it, hated feeling sticky, but he was lucky he usually ended his paperwork late into the night when everyone should be sleeping, everyone but Soap and Gaz.
Fraternization isnât the most uncommon thing in the military, and sure, while they were all in one of the most elite units in the world, in one of the most elite and selective task force in the world, you canât always ignore biology. And Price is all about breaking rules itâd be hypocritical of him to report it. itâs not his first time catching them In the act. He usually tells them to be quieter or to get dressed, he joined once or twice, but he usually got around to them when they were ending things, so the most he got were lazy blowjobs and him doing all the work, not that he minded, seeing these two energetic fuckers all tuckered out and snuggling was a treat on its own, plus they always said they were more than happy with him just watching.
He could hear noises coming from the showers, they were pretty loud, but then again the showers were isolated, the only people here at these showers were the soldiers on patrol, the janitorial staff and well, him. He always took a shower this late at night, it was his tradition, everyone knew about it. He got closer and closer, hearing the two sergeants whimpering, groaning, moaning their names to each other. He could feel all the blood drain to his cock.. He watched them through the small opening in the doorway.
They werenât hiding themselves good, in fact it was almost like they *wanted* to get caught. There Soap was, back against the cold wet floor, Gazâs hands exploring his tummy, moving up the stomach to just under his chest, cupping them and squeezing before trailing back down. Gazâs cock, throbbing, leaking precum already, was rutting against the slit of Soapâs cunt, soaked in the Scotâs unholy fluids.
Soap was beyond marked up, I mean his legs, his chest, his collarbone, neck, all covered in a mess of reds and purples. The man had his hands raking against Gazâs back, droplets of blood trickling down as Gaz continued to mark the Scotsman up.
He couldnât take it anymore. He needed to feel them, needed to feel their skin against his, needed to know what their skin tasted like, where the smooth parts met the rough parts, where each scar, each dip, each and every curve the fine lines and contours of their muscles. He wanted to just touch them, get his calloused hands on them.
They didnât even realize the man standing so close to them, not until he cleared his throat and was already naked. Both of them looked up, their shocked and fearful expressions quickly turned into this weird cocky and lustful grin. They were expecting him, they were here and not their room for a reason.
âYou look so tired, Capân. Let me and âTav take care of you.â Gaz cooed. He got off Soap, reaching to pull him up. As soon as the other man was up the two were pushing Price into the shower. He let them do whatever, heâs always wanted to bury himself in both men at one point. Missions can be long and boring, and what was a man supposed to think when two pretty boys were always close to him.
Nights like these became a lot more common. His two sergeants became his dirty little secrets, and he theirs. Of course, it didnât take long for the lieutenant to join them, but thatâs a story for another day
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im so happy for you that you have a possible reason/cause for your brain itch!!!! i hope the tumor removal goes superduper smoothly. Do they know how long its been present/growing???????? how did you find out??? <- you obviously do not have to answer these personal medical questions lmao im just!!!! so curious and excited for you.
from what i've discussed with the docs it's been there for a LONG time... they say this sort of thing might take up to a decade to develop - it doesn't happen overnight!
i think i started noticing symptoms about maybe... 7 years ago? literally as soon as i started working full-time, maybe. my first job stressed me out so much and i cried underneath the tables at 8pm because i couldn't leave the office, i still had so much to do. i was leading up an entire ass animation department at 20 years old. bad. awful. that's when i started depending on things to get me through the day. my body started feeling awful. i thought it was anxiety, or me just being weak, i guess. i don't know if stress created the tumor, or the tumor created the stress - (well, it's the latter now) i think it's probably both, but all the research i've done and what the doctors have said is that there's just - some people with a genetic predisposition for it.
it's funny - i never miss a deadline, and i'm really really good at my job, always. i never let anyone down, ever, at the cost of my own sanity, and i seem to always, always have it put-together when i'm dealing with people - i have the constant consensus from everybody around me that i'm the most cheerful person to work with on this here planet earth - but apparently, my body was falling apart underneath it all - which i failed to recognise, because outwardly i was holding it together so well, and figured it was just normal to cry all the time when nobody was looking.
i started really noticing it after taking on a lot of freelance work on top of my day job â i was really doing very hot, and did these amazing projects for some really amazing clients who sought me out for being amazing (i am amazing) - but naturally, had consecutive nights of no sleep, and quick deadlines - and INVOICING... screams. and just, realised - after taking those jobs that - my heart did not stop pumping afterwards. my heart was still racing a mile a minute, even after all those jobs were done and dusted and ever-so-loved and appreciated by very happy clients. my heart. wouldn't. stop.
i figured it was MAJOR anxiety, and sought out some counselling sessions, hoping they'd help. i relayed my woes. i said i'm worried i'm not resting enough. i'm not sleeping enough. my heart rate won't go down. they said "oh. not everybody needs 8 hours sleep, don't worry about it. everyone's different." - for some reason that reassured me. i thought it was okay. okay. i don't need rest. maybe my body's just different and doesn't need rest. maybe that's why i wake up at 6am every morning without fail. i just don't need sleep, i guess. (bad advice.)
so â everyone is telling me i'm okay. i should just get on. you're barely sleeping? that's fine, you probably don't need it. your heart is pumping? that's healthy. your heart SHOULD pump, idiot. get back to work.
i felt very unhappy at work - i felt like i was stagnating - so i moved job, last year. i moved job to one that was so, so much more fast-paced. i thought the excitement and change would do me good - but i've been facing maybe - 3 deadlines a day? vs my previous one-deadline-a-month arrangement. and i think it broke me. i needed to depend on so many unhealthy habits to get me through the day. i needed like 6 energy drinks, 3 coffees, i'd have the shakes, i'd have the jitters, i'd feel like i was going to fall apart every single day.
and then, one day, i did.
one week last year i doubled over - my body was in so much pain that i couldn't sleep, i couldn't eat, and worst off - i couldn't work. it was the first time i'd taken sick leave - i couldn't function. after being on antibiotics that didn't work, i eventually went into the emergency room because i just couldn't sleep. i couldn't do anything. i didn't care if they put me down, i wanted the pain to end.
she was a kidney stone. her name was sharon (sharon stone) - i suspect it was all the energy drinks that made her. i've dealt with her now. but during the process, the doc pulled me aside, and he said "dear. do you have any pain in your other kidney?"
i said... no............... why?
doc said "ah. problem for another time."
so, once sharon was dealt with, obviously i had to chase up on that doctor's ominous warning. i said "WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY OTHER KIDNEY!!"
you have a tumor, dear. his name is lamar. he's on your right adrenal gland, and we suspect he's messing up all your hormones.
i did my own research, and turns out all these crazy, mysterious symptoms i've been having all line up - so i chased, and chased, and chased.
the doctors didn't take me seriously at first. because i guess i'm not in pain, and i handle it so well. i'm still so strong. i'm a fighter, i guess. whatever. but, turns out...
it's worth it to chase. your life might depend on it. i'm so glad i did, because there's an end to my suffering (dear god, i hope) - but, guys, if your heart won't slow, and you chronically can't relax, and you feel like there are bees in your brain - that's the time to do some research. it isn't normal, actually. and sure - it might not be a tumor, but - kid, you need some support. you need some help. you need to ask some questions. it's not okay for that to be your baseline. your body needs to rest. it needs to rest. even if i have to force it to. it has to rest.
right now i'm in a major stressed way, and i broke down and cried. i'm in the middle of a freelance job, and in the middle of an interviewing process for a new full-time job, and still working my current full-time job with 3 deadlines a day, and my surgery is next week. and i feel like crying. all the time.
i can't wait for rest. i hate that i literally have to be hospitalised to get it. but, i'll get it. i'm going to rest so fucking hard.
#sci speaks#sighss.... sighshss.#im going to cry some more now i think. it's a stress relief thing.#i say âi don't have anything to stress aboutâ but fact is. i Do actually always have something to stress about. under capitalism.#it's no wonder i have a stress tumor. it's no wonder. in this economy??#and i know i have it so much better than other people do. so how do other people survive???????????????
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When you're unwell - Diluc edition
Diluc Ragnvindr is a busy man, with a busy lifestyle. His daily to-do list is longer than most peopleâs weekly ones. But all of that comes screeching to a halt the moment he catches wind of you being even the slightest bit unwell. Then, heâs pulling strings and taking full advantage of his prestige and riches to make sure youâre able to receive the best care you could possibly ever hope for.Â
Large amounts of his work end up being passed on to Elzer, and heâll often ask Adelinde for assistance when preparing meals for you - she knows just how important you are to Diluc, and extends her full hospitality, setting you up in one of the most comfortable guest rooms available and fussing over you whenever Diluc isnât there to do so.Â
Diluc knows just how comforting having company when youâre feeling unwell is, and will pull out all the stops to make sure heâs able to be by your side at your every waking moment, not caring if he might get sick himself.Â
Even his Darknight Hero duties take second place to you, so he can spend the nights fretting at your bedside and being at your beck and call. No matter how much you insist that youâre fine and feeling okay, Diluc wonât hear a word of it, especially if youâre exhibiting symptoms of any kind. Heâs a true gentleman, offering to read to you and keeping you apprised of the current happenings in the city and its surroundings.Â
Diluc likes sitting at your bedside, holding one of your hands in both of his to make sure you know heâs there for you, even if youâre delirious from a fever or deeply sleeping as you recover. He does whatever work he can from the same room as you so that heâs able to keep a close eye on you as you recover. Most nights, heâll sleep by your bedside, propped up in the creaky wooden chair he dragged in here from downstairs, or doubled over to rest his head on your legs as he snores softly.Â
Adelinde fusses over you a little, but definitely not to the same extent Diluc does - she assures you that he has his reasons for worrying so much, and that once youâre better, heâll settle back down once again. If Diluc finds himself too busy to tend to you, Adelinde will take his place at your bedside once her chores are complete, as she knows Diluc will fret otherwise, and refuse to leave the house at all.
If youâre up to it, Adelinde will tell you a large variety of stories about Diluc, mostly centred around his childhood, as well as the mischief he and Kaeya would often get up to growing up. She may even let slip the detail that Kaeya was often bedridden with mysterious illnesses when he was younger thanks to him having a fairly weak constitution, which explains why Diluc is so fussy over you when youâre unwell.Â
Diluc will also overload you with gifts in hopes of cheering you up, giving you stuffed animals, new clothes, books, and other such treats for you to enjoy once youâre better.Â
Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or used to teach bots!
#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin imagines#genshin self insert#my writing#genshin headcanons#genshin fluff#platonic genshin x reader#when youre unwell series#diluc#diluc x reader#genshin diluc#diluc genshin#diluc ragnvindr#diluc x you#yeah anyways chronically ill kaeya my beloved headcanon ever
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Idk f theres been a lot of people sending in requests
Could you do a story with James where he had a bad day in the studio and he came home late so you comfort him? (if this makes sense)
JAMES HETFIELD
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â đ/đ; I WANNA HOLD HIM đ˘ i hope this is what you wanted, if not send me a dm or another ask and ill fix it! IM IN MY ACTIVE ERA GUYS OMGG!!
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i was laying in bed, waiting for him to get home. its 11:13 pm. james has been at the studio all day. of course, i missed him, but i knew he couldn't help it. they were trying to finish the first album they've done in years, while trying to work together as a band...and find a new bassist. i knew james had a lot on his plate, which is why i toughed it out, waiting for him.
i tried to wait for him every night, and i usually did. sometimes, i would fall victim to sleep before he got home, though. around about 11:40, he finally got home. i heard movement in the kitchen, guessing that he was probably eating the leftovers i put in the microwave for him.
usually, i tried to give him some space when he got home, before he came to bed, but tonight it took him a while. i decided to get up. when i got to the kitchen, his food was gone, and so was he. the tv was on in the living room, while he was sprawled out on the couch in his, recently, usual attire of jeans and a tanktop.
âyou okay?â i ask, sitting on the edge of the couch. âmm fine.â he muttered. âyou didnât come to bed..â i say, gently cupping his cheek, running my thumb over his skin. his response is just a shrug. âdo you want me to leave you alone?â i ask softly. i understood when he got distant or quiet. ânoâŚlets go to bed.â i get up with him, following as he takes my hand.
i lay down with him, feeling his big hands on my waist, âhow was your day?â he asked. âsame stuff as everyday. how was your day?â i mumbled, my eyes meeting his in the dim light. âshitty.â he grumbled. i knew his days were stressful.
âwhat happened?â he laid down more, his head resting on my chest. âwe still canât finish a few songsâŚâ my fingers gently card through his hair as i listen to him talk. âand lars is really pissing me off, more and more everyday. the therapy shit too.â i listen, kissing his head. âi'm sorry, hon. i wish it could be better."
"we may have a new bassist..i don't know yet." he mumbled, slowly relaxing more into the mattress. "thats great, james. what's his name?"
"robert. he's played for ozzy."
"well, if he's played for ozzy, he's gotta be great," i say as my fingers gently card through his hair, "have you guys been able to get to know him yet?" james nods, "a bit. he's alright." but i knew what that meant, the band was most likely going to hire robert, james was just being subtle. "i don't care, though, it's just another bassist."
my eyebrows furrow a bit, "hey, none of that..he's not just another bassist. he will be your bassist. this time, you need to do different, yeah? knock off the tough guy crap, treat him with respect." he sighs, "i know, i know."
"if you know, then you shouldn't have to worry about it. just let it happen. if he seems like a cool guy, i bet he really is." i say, "and for everything else going on, i know it sucks, but just remember you can always fall back on me. i'm always here."
"i know...i appreciate you more than you know." his arms wrap tighter around me as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.
#bl00dycraniumm#writing#axel writes#axel writes đŚ´#metallica#james hetfield#x reader#james hetfield x reader#fluff#fanfiction#metallica fanfiction#ăâ
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regarding pokemon sleep, it looks like youâre just looking for things to complain about. itâs designed to be this chill thing you check on during the day and leave running at night. to play it, all you have to do is sleep and feed your pokemon. no oneâs telling you you to have to be the very best at it or pressuring you into paying for stuff, let alone the game itself.
If I was just looking for things to complain about, I'd still be out here whinging over Pokemon Cafe's delightfully charming art style being absolutely wasted on a junk puzzle game instead of a full RPG or cozy slice-of-life Sim.
Regarding this post here.
Hi, I'm MerriAuthor. Apparently we haven't met because anyone who follows my blog would know that I've worked in game development well on 20 years now. I've worked across the industry from little nobody indie houses, to overseas gacha-fodder, to big ol' AAA major studios. Video games and their design are a big part of my life and, boy howdy, do I have some FEELINGS about the direction the industry as a whole has gone in as the years go by. Especially in regards to the predatory monetization of gaming and how it actively preys on children, uninformed parents, people with addictive behaviors, people with hyper-competitive personalities, and similar behavioral traits solely for the purpose of making money at their expense.
itâs designed to be this chill thing you check on during the day and leave running at night. to play it, all you have to do is sleep and feed your pokemon.
As with the previous person I spoke with on this topic, that is the base function of the game. But it's by no means the design of the game. Pokemon Sleep's entire game play rotation and marketplace are designed around encouraging the Player to interact with it as much as possible within an intentionally limited time frame. Meanwhile, the game's own time scale is such that it expects Players to log hundreds if not thousands of hours of interaction with it. Its own base gameplay loop is a weekly schedule and its shop schedule is monthly. Some Pokemon require a bare minimum of 150 hours of logged sleep to even access. Pokemon Sleep wants you to be in it for the long haul.
It's also based on collection; nearly every facet of the game is listed numerically and with a percentage value or progress bar, which are functions designed to produce urgency to complete them in the Player. Human brains don't like seeing an unfinished goal, especially one represented so overtly as an unfilled progress bar or a percentage value with a decimal. Want to have your favorite Pokemon as your napping buddy but don't want to put in a ton of effort playing the game to boost up your Snorlax's power score? Better hope it's one of the low-tier Pokemon assigned into the lower brackets of the gameplay progression, because otherwise you're never going to see it. Though you could always just fork over some cash. Nearing the end of your week with Snorlax and you're just shy of a milestone you've been aiming the entire week for? Good luck! You can pay money for that extra little boost, and once you've done it you'll resent its absence enough to want to buy it again! Do you want to level up that cutie first Charmander the game gave you at the very beginning specifically to ingrain itself with faux emotional value into your favorite Charizard? Want your Eevee to evolve into one of its most popular Eeveelutions? Want a Lucario, period? You'll need to put in hundreds of hours of consistent sleep to save up enough Sleep Points exclusively toward that goal... or you can just buy access to it immediately, through first purchasing access to the Premium Subscription! A Premium Subscription which, again, doesn't auto-cancel if you delete the app and can't be canceled through the app itself, for all you distracted parents who don't pay attention to fine print and wonder why your kid's game is running up a bill on your credit card each month after the 14-day free period - just long enough for you to have forgotten all about it in the first place. Snorlax wants a specific kind of Berry this week, but none of the helper Pokemon you recruited gather that berry, or they do and are just too low on Energy to manage it? Aren't you lucky! The shop will just sell you solutions to these problems the game itself created specifically to get you to shell out money!
no oneâs telling you you to have to be the very best at it or pressuring you into paying for stuff, let alone the game itself.
Here's some screen shots from the game's own app page. Buttons to make purchases and drive interaction - the app store, sleep pass, how many dream shards you have, a prompt to buy more inventory space, your missions, your current goal, the progress meter and rarity values of your Pokemon's sleep styles, your collection and their levels, etc - are all constantly and prominently displayed. The entire first day of actual gameplay in the app is a tutorial explaining how it wants you to do more than just sleep and passively collect to the point that it literally sets a daily schedule of activity for you. The mechanics explanations are so egregiously long that the Professor character literally apologizes to the Player for being so long-winded about it. Oh, an adorable moment of self-depreciation and understanding! How humanizing and encouraging of empathy from the user, done with a cheeky wink and nod. Now that we've softened your emotional state ever so slightly, here's some more microtransaction-driven gameplay elements!
If this was really just a cute little game to idle around with for its own fun, there wouldn't be a cash shop, nor would the game require a consistent internet connection to its servers. The big thing with games like these is that they're not made for the Player's benefit or entertainment. They're made to make the parent company profits. That's it. If the Pokemon Company didn't think they'd make substantial returns on the investment of development, support, marketing, and online distribution costs to put this game out into the world, they never would have made it. That is a core reality of any product put out these days. I just spent this last week helping my studio's marketing and sales team make sales projections for one of our upcoming titles, figuring out how much we could reasonably charge our potential customers literally down to the penny. And the game we're selling isn't even a service with any kind of microtransactions or DLCs. Profits are fundamental in any studio production and, where microtransaction apps are concerned, are the core focus of why the app exists.
If you're perfectly happy with playing Pokemon Sleep as an idle "pop on every once in a while, poke for a few minutes, then forget about and never pay a cent" kind of game? Totally fine, you do you. But understand that Pokemon Sleep doesn't want you as its player and will not cater to your experience. The core gameplay of Pokemon Sleep is already designed to actively degrade into a subpar experience for those who don't pay to play and that rift will only become more pronounced as time goes by. Everything around the cash shop exists for no other reason than to encourage you to use the cash shop. Over time, the gameplay will further contort itself to drive more interaction with and reliance upon the cash shop as the app sheds its non-paying users who just tire of it and move on, instead doubling-down on the lingering, paying users who have already proven themselves a reliable stream of revenue. That is how these things always go and have always historically gone.
There's also the consistently apt adage of "if you're not paying for the product, you are the product". Pokemon Sleep requires an internet connection any time you want to interact with the app - there is no offline mode. Further, the actual fine print in the terms of service (not the bubbly, legally-meaningless assurances put into the game text itself) addresses that it will collect and may share your device information, user ID, and app activity (ie, the schedules, timing habits, and spending habits the game itself has ingrained into its interaction with the Player) for analytics and advertising purposes, and that they're okay with sharing (ie, selling) that information to third parties without naming who those third parties are. And boy, does the game really want you to link your Google, Apple, and Facebook accounts to it as part of its core functionality! Worth keeping in mind as well is that the app requires constant access to your microphone and can pick up sounds as minor as a sheet rustling when you turn over in bed. The game's bubbly, meaningless text assures you that it doesn't save or transfer the snippets of sleep recordings it makes of you each night, but it makes absolutely no assurances whatsoever in the fine print that it's not using your microphone for other purposes. It does, however, point out that it will be making use of your phone's functions even when you're not using the app.
So, yeah, I'll just still be over here not playing Pokemon Sleep and encouraging others to do the same, as well as pay closer attention to the nature of so-called "free to play" games.
#pokemon#pokemon sleep#game design#game development#microtransactions#corporations are not your friend
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Still taking requests? Heres an idea i had if youd like to write it. Eddie and chrissy are finally together but chrissy refuses to be seen with eddie at school cuz of her reputation. Reader is the new girl at school and shes gorgeous she takes an interest in eddie while every guy at school is drooling over reader cuz shes the new eye candy. She doesnt know eddie is taken. But they become close and he never tells her hes dating chrissy so when she finally decides to sleep with him she wakes up before him she sees in his night stand chrissys hair scrunchie and a picture of them together she puts 2 and 2 together and leaves. She avoids him like the plauge at school and is super short with him. So when she finally confronts him shes super pissed and telling him that she never wanted to be "the other woman" and she doesnt trust him cuz hes a cheater. You can end it with reader and eddie together or reader getting with someone else like steve or something. Sorry if this was really detailed but its been on my mind for a while. I live for the angst with a happy ending for reader.
A/N: I bare you this story. Idk why this took me a hot minute. You gave a lot of detail to work with :) I hope this matches what you had in mind <3. I to live for the angst with a hopeful ending.
Warnings: A Cheating Eddie đŽÂ lol many an angst with friends to lovers.
Word count: 4158
Chrissy fiddles with her thumbs nervously before Eddie gently places his huge palm over her tiny hands.Â
âSweetheart, youâre going to be fine. You always get nervous before a pep rally and you always do fantastic.â
She flashes Eddie an anxious smile. He leans over to give her a quick peck on the lips but she quickly pulls back. âOh, Eddie. Itâs just weâre near the schoolâŚsomeone could walk byâŚâ
âNo. Um, yeah, I understand.âÂ
He did understand but that didnât mean he had to like it. Eddie and Chrissy had been going out for a couple of months now even though no one in Hawkins knew. Everyone in Hawkins would definitely have something to say especially to her if they ever found out. She had already been through so much and he knew how vicious people in this town could be so when Chrissy asked if they could keep their relationship a secret he agreed.Â
She looked around before hoping out of his van to walk the last mile up to the school. Eddie made sure she rounded the corner before starting the ignition and heading for the parking lot. He made his way to the gym and climbed the risers to the top corner away from all the kids. He watched with envious eyes as Chrissy talked casually with Jason Carver.
Eddieâs head turned abruptly when he heard heavy footsteps run up the steps and you laid between the risers below his feet.Â
âYou donât see me.â, you whispered. One of jocks from the swim team game into view, eyes shifting from left to right as if he was looking for someone. Eddie kept his eyes forward making sure to not give you away.Â
âHey Freak!? Have you seen a girl run by here?â
Eddie shrugs his shoulders as he gestures around the room. âThere are girls all over the place. Care to be more descriptive?â
âUgh, never mind.â, the jock rolled his eyes as he left to look somewhere else. After a moment, you sat up, smiling at him.Â
âThank youâŚâ
âEddie.â
âThank you, Eddie. Fucking people around here struggle with the word no. Iâm Y/N.â, you extended your hand to him, which he shook. âI just moved into town last week.â
âAh. So, thatâs why you donât look familiar.â
His breath catches in his throat when he hears your laugh. âMost likely. May I sit with you?â
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You two sat together through the entire pep rally talking about Hawkins and the town you moved from. You had mentioned how a lot of the boys here kept following you around constantly asking questions and Eddie couldnât help but feel a pang of jealousy. He cared about Chrissy; he really did. But there was something about you that drew him.Â
At lunch, he headed for his usual table with his friends when he was knocked to the side by a shoulder.Â
âWatch where youâre going, Freak!â, Jason glared at him. Chrissy was by his side with wide eyes as they glanced up apologetically at Eddie before looking away.Â
Suddenly, Jason was pushed forward as Chrissy cringed.
âShit! Oh my god I am so sorry.â The popular kids turned around to see you now holding an empty tray. Eddie smiled slightly when he saw that their backs were covered in your lunch. âYou know, I should really watch where Iâm going.â You tone was laced with sarcasm.Â
Jason huffed, taking off his letterman jacket as he stomped towards the door with Chrissy in tow. You turned around, watching them leave as you placed yourself near Eddieâs side.Â
âPeople like that are the worst.â, you smile up at him. âAre you ok?â
âYeah, Iâm used to all that bullshit by now.â
âHm. Not sure thatâs the kind of thing you should be used to.â
âY/N!â One of the party boys Eddie vaguely recognizes saunters over to where you are. âHey! Cool. We have lunch together to. Do you want to come eat with us?â
âOh. UmâŚno thank you, Martin. Thatâs a nice offer but⌠EDDIE here,â you loop your arm through his, âhas actually already invited me to share lunch with him soâŚâ
The boy looks Eddie up and down before rolling his eyes. âPfft, whatever.â
âPlease get me out of here.â, you giggle as Eddie smiles pulling your arm out the back cafeteria doors.Â
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âYouâll be safe here. No one ever comes out here so at least you wonât be seen with me.â
You raise your eyebrow at him. âI just wanted to get away from the wondering eyes of men trying to get in my pants.â
As Eddie opens his lunchbox, he feels you sit next to him on the bench and place your hand over his own. âIs that normal? People not wanting to be seen with you?â He nods before offering you some pretzels from a zip lock bag. âI donât understand. I mean, you seem like a nice guy.â
Eddie canât help but chuckle. âYou seriously donât understand why the rich, preppy jock kids wouldnât want to hang out with the poor, weirdo metalhead? Jesus, I want to move where you used to live.â
âIâm not one to focus on mundane shit like that. Who cares? None of it will matter after we graduate.â
âYou see, Princess, the problem is I canât seem to graduate.â Eddie gives you half of his sandwich that you gladly take.Â
âI can help you if you want. Iâm not great at Math but everything else Iâm eh.â, you smile over at him. âMaybe we can hang out tonight or something. I can also buy us some food to pay you back for eating all your lunch.â
âOh, you donât have to pay me back.â
âOk, then maybe you would just want to hang out with me?â
âUm, I donât know if thatâs a good idea.â, Eddie pulled out a cigarette, lighting the tip, and exhaling.Â
âOh. Um, ok. No thatâs fine. Trust me. I get pushy people so I wonât push you.â You softly run your hand down his back. âShit, I have to go but if you donât want to hang out outside of school maybe we can meet during lunch and I can help you study.â
Eddie watches as you run off back towards campus.
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You and Eddie quickly became fast friends. True to your word you sat with him during lunch and helped him with some of his homework while Chrissy stayed with the jocks at their table. After school, while Chrissy was at practice, you both would go to the bench in the woods and smoke while talking about random things. You had started waiting for him in the parking lot, after he dropped Chrissy off a mile before campus, so you two could walk to class together.Â
He loved being around you and the way you made him feel. Eddie was so used to people in the town talking down to him that to have someone actually enjoy his company in front of other people⌠he felt like he was being seen for the first time in a long time.Â
âHey, why donât we go to the arcade together, hm?â
Chrissy looks up at Eddie from her place on his bed. They had been there since school let out; her reading something for one of her classes and him anxiously staring off into the void. She let out a small laugh as his eyes penetrated through her.Â
âEddie, youâre joking, right? You know we canât do that.â
âWhy? What would be so wrong about you and I being seen in a public place? Iâm tired of hiding ChrisâŚâ
âI know, Eds. I know.â She leans up and tenderly kisses his cheek. âBut it wonât be for much longer. Soon weâll be out of here! Speaking of⌠I should probably head home. Iâll call you tomorrow?â
He nods his head, lazily kissing her lips as she scurries out the door. Eddie couldnât stay inside any longer. He needed to get out of his trailer.Â
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âHey Eddie. Want a beer, man?â The bartender behind the counter slides him a glass of the kind he knew this metalhead enjoyed. Sighing, he chugged down half of his beverage before a familiar laugh caught his attention.Â
His eyes scanned the bar until he found you with none other than Steve Harrington. You two were at one of the pool tables and his chest was leaning over your back as he showed you how to play the game. The jealousy he felt at the pep rally the first time he met you filled his chest. He hated the way Steveâs hands were on you and the fact that you allowed him to touch you.Â
He knew he wasnât allowed to feel this way. He WAS with Chrissy after all but you were special; special to him. Eddieâs feet took control of his body as he found himself in front you guys.Â
âHey Eddie.â, you giggled as he leaned into Steveâs chest.Â
âHey Munson. Howâs it going?â
âFine.â, his tone was extremely short which only you caught. âHow do you know Harrington here?â
âOh, I went to Family Video to rent a movie and he was working there.â Eddie made an overdramatic shocked face that had you narrowing your eyes. âHe asked me out on date and he seemed nice so I said yes.â Steve beamed down at you as you spoke.Â
âAh. So this is a date?â, he gestured between the both of you.Â
âYes,â you cocked your head to the side. âIs that a problem?â
âNope. No problem at all.â
âSteve, would you excuse me for a second?â He nods his head as you grab Eddieâs arm pulling him to the side. âOk, whatâs going on?â
âI said there wasnât a problem. Go on. Enjoy your date with Steve the Hair Harrington. Iâm sure youâll both have a good time.â
âEddie Munson, I hate games. If you have something to say, say it.â
âNo game here. Trust me. I donât care who you date, touch, or fuck, Princess. Have the most vanilla time of your life.â He turns on you, walking straight out of bar towards his van.Â
âHey!â Eddie doesnât stop but he hears your sneakers pounding the pavement as you run after him. You reach for his arm forcefully turning him around.Â
âI asked you if you wanted to hang out. You always said it was a bad idea so I just assumed you wanted to be friends. Iâve practically thrown myself at you and every time you push me away. You never make a move, Eddie. What do you want from me? If you want to just be friends thatâs fine but if you want something more donât be a coward. Just tell meââ
His hand flies out to grab the back of your neck, tugging your mouth to his. To his delight, you deepen it, pressing your body against his own. When you finally pull back, youâre both panting for air.Â
âGet in.â Eddie gestures towards his van and you run around climbing into the passengerâs side as he hops in, starting the car.Â
As he peels out of the parking lot, your lips are immediately back on his skin, kissing and sucking on his neck. His belt clinks as you unbuckle it, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling out his cock.Â
He groans as you immediately envelop him with your mouth. You take as much of him in as you can, smearing the spit that falls with your hand. Eddieâs own palm comes to rest on the back of your head, softly guiding you.Â
âFuck, Sweetheart. Just like that. Your mouth feels amazing.â
You feel the van stop before his hips thrust up forcing him down to the back of your throat, making you gag. He suddenly tugs gently on your hair, bringing you to his lips for a sloppy kiss.Â
When he pulls away you take note of your surroundings.Â
âWhere are we?â, your voice comes out hoarse.Â
âMy house. Well, trailer.â
Eddie gets out and, while holding his pants up, runs around to your side to open your door. You canât help but giggle at the sight.Â
âYour uncle isnât here?â
He opens his door for you, gesturing you in.  âNo maâam. Heâs at work tonight so it will just be you and me.â
You head for his room as he follows, kicking off his pants and sneakers along the way.Â
Eddie comes up behind you, lifting you off your feet, and playfully tosses you on the bed. Your eyes meet his as you reach up with you finger to move a piece of stray hair out of his face. His lips softly come down to meet yours. You raise your hips, pulling your skirt down as he helps you by tugging them the rest of the way down your legs and on to the floor.Â
He rolls to your side, moving out of the way so you can throw off your shirt.Â
âNo bra? Really?â
âOh, like you really didnât notice.â, you laugh at him as you kick off your panties.Â
âYou really went all out for Steve, huh?â
You reach for his hand, placing it between your legs. âMaybe but all of this,â you glide his finger between your folds, âis for you.â
Eddieâs eyes never left you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before inserting then into your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of him reaching that spot inside of your that your own fingers couldnât manage to touch.Â
âYouâre really beautiful, you know that?â, his lips met yours again as his tongue danced with yours. His thumb moved to circle your clit as his fingers pumped into you faster.Â
âEddie, oh my god.â
He chuckled as he pulled away to watch your face. âYou have done this before right? Because, Jesus, Y/N you are so fucking tight.â
Your hips buck up into his hand as you back starts to arch. Your mouth searches for his but he keeps it just far enough away to where you canât reach. âCum for me, Sweetheart. Cum so I can fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. Way better than any of these other assholes that chase after you.â
Eddie thrusts his fingers into you at a rapid pace as the sound filled his room. You shouted his name repeatedly as you tumbled over the edge. He leaned down to your ear, whispering praises to you as you came down.Â
He threw off his shirt and crawled over you to reach his bedside table. He hastily pulled out a condom, shoving his boxers down his legs. You watch as he fumbled over the wrapper.Â
âYou have done this before, right?â You giggle as you take condom from him and tear it with your teeth before handing it back to him. Eddie kisses your cheek before taking it from you and sliding it over his length.Â
He positions himself between your legs as he leans back on his heels. His eyes marvel at your body as he places his cock outside you entrance. You both give each other a tender smile before he slowly pushes himself into you. Your mouth opens in a silent O as your head falls back onto his pillow. His calloused palms grip your thighs as he looks down watching his dick disappear inside of you inch by inch.Â
âFucking hell, Y/N.â Eddie groans when he feels himself bottom out.Â
âMove, Eddie. Please.â
âAre you sure?â, he asks, his voice breathy and needy. âYouâre, fuck, youâre really fucking right. I donât want to hurt you.Â
You laugh coyly. âYou can hurt me a little, Eddie Munson.â
He smiles, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he starts to pump into you, gradually picking up a steady pace. You whimper at the feeling as he constantly hits that sweet spot inside of you. Your pussy flutters around him as you listen to him grunt in pleasure. He reaches for both your hands, pulling your arms for leverage as he thrusts into you harder.Â
The sound of skin slapping is barely audible over your moans.Â
âThatâs it, Y/N. Such a good girl, taking me so fucking well. Let the whole town hear you. I donât fucking care.âÂ
Your leg drops as he leans forward, encasing you underneath him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as pounds into your body with purpose. The coil in your belly snaps as you scream his name. His head lifts to watch your face again as you cum. Eddieâs rhythm dramatically slowing as he fucks you through it.Â
âYouâre so gorgeous, Y/N. Youâre pretty all the time but your especially beautiful like this.â Your eyes are closed but you smile at his words. He begins thrusting into again chasing his own high.Â
âI donât deserve you. I donât deserve to have someone as beautiful as you in my bed.â
You open your eyes then meeting his focused gaze. âYes, you do. You deserve to be happy, Eddie.â Craning your neck up towards him, you press your lips to his. You hold him to you as his hips sputter and he pulls away, moaning as he hovers above you, eyes squeezed shut as he cums.Â
He delicately pulls out of you, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. When he lays back down, he wraps his arms around you before you both fall into a blissful sleep.Â
When Eddie woke up the next morning, you were gone. He reached for his phone dialing your number but you didnât pick up. He quickly got dressed with the intention of running to your house but as soon as he opened the door he was met with Chrissyâs tiny face.Â
âHey. You okay? You look frazzled.â She looks up at him with worried eyes.Â
âNo, um, was just going to head somewhere real quick but itâs fine. What are you, um, what are you going here?â
âI figured since I bailed last night maybe we could watch a movie or something.â
âChrissy, we need to talk.â
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As soon as Eddie drove up to the school Monday morning, he knew something was wrong because you werenât there waiting for him. He searched for you everywhere but couldnât find you. When he walked to the cafeteria during his lunch and saw your usual seat was empty, he turned right back around, heading for the woods. He had zero intention of pretending like everything was ok with his friends or even worse sitting at a table alone with all eyes looking in his direction.Â
When he reached the bench outside, he was surprised to find you.Â
âY/N, where the hell have you been? Iâve been worried about you.â You made a little amused face as a small hm left your mouth. âAre you ok?â
âYup. I am just fine.â
âYou donât sound fine.â
âIâm good, Eddie.â You grabbed your bag, jumping off the tabletop, and heading away from him.Â
âOkay, ya hypocrite.â You stop walking but you donât turn around to face him. âMiss I donât like games. Youâre obviously pissed about something. You were gone Sunday morning when I woke up. I called you but you didnât answer. Iâve been searching for you all morning and when I finally find you, you barely talk to me, let alone even fucking look at me. What the fuck is wrongââ
âI got up in the middle of the night to use your bathroom. When I was washing my hands, I found a green Hawkins scrunchie. You know the ones the cheerleading girls wear? Didnât really think anything of it until I noticed the picture of you and Chrissy Cunningham on your dresser in your room.â
You threw your bag at his chest which he blocked with his hands. Finally looking at him, you glared with angry, fire filled eyes. âHow dare you stand there and call me a hypocrite, you fucking cheater!â You pushed his chest with your hands and he did nothing to stop you. You had every right to be mad.Â
âOh, you have nothing to say now, huh? You plenty to say when you pulled me away from my date Saturday night.â You shoved him again. âThree months, Eddie! Weâve been friends for three months and you never once mentioned her. I didnât even know you two were together.â
âBecause thatâs how she wanted it. The first time we met, I told you people didnât want to be seen with me.â
âWhy would you stay with her then?â
âOn some level I understood where she was coming from. You just moved here. Iâve lived here my whole life. You have no idea how cruel people in this fucking town can be. I-I thought I was fine with our arrangement untilâŚâ
âUntil what?â He looks down at his sneakers and you push his chest again. âI deserve an answer, Eddie. Until what?!â
âUntil I met you!â, he shouts, striding up to you till his chest bumped yours. When he spoke again his tone was much calmer. âUntil I met you. And it wasnât just because you are sweet, beautiful, and the coolest fucking person I have ever met. It was because you didnât care who saw us talking to each other. You sat with me at lunch and hung out with me around town. You stood up for me when no one else did. Not even her.â
âIâŚâ, you sigh, crossing your arms as you slowly back away from him. âIâm sorry she put you through that but⌠I just donât know if I can trust you, Eddie. You should have been honest with me.â
âI broke up with her.â Your eyes met his. âIâm not saying that absolves me of anything. Youâre right. Iâm a fucking asshole and I should have been honest with you from the beginning. No matter what, itâs over and whenever youâre ready, whether itâs a relationship or a friendship, Iâll be waiting.â
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You sat behind the school with your head in your arms as you cried. The feeling of a tiny hand tapping you, startled you as your eyes watch Chrissy Cunningham hold her skirt as she sinks down next to you.
âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â you wipe your eyes, âIâm fine, Chrissy. Thank you.â
She looks at her hands as she nods. âHeâs a good man. Eddie.â She meets your eyes and smiles. âI knew it was coming, the breakup. I was just too much of a coward to let him go. To be honest, when I saw you helping him study at lunch, I was glad he found someone to talk to. Itâs been a long time since Iâve seen him smile the way he smiles with you.â
âChrissy, IâŚâ
âHe told me what happened. Iâm not angry but I can understand why you would be. Iâm not here to defend him. I just thought, maybe, you could use my two cents.âÂ
âThank you.â She smiled at you again as she stood up and brushed the gravel from her skirt. âYouâre not a coward by the way.â She grinned again giving you a small wave before disappearing around the corner.Â
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âEddie!â
Eddie pulled the cigarette from his lips as he removed his headphones. âJesus, Wayne! What!?â
âDonât take that tone with me. Now put on a shirt because thereâs a girl here to see you.â
âA girl? What giââ
âGeez. It seems like you and I can never finish a sentence.â You laugh as his uncle moves a side so you can pass him into his nephewâs room. âThank you and it was nice to finally meet you.â
âPleasure is all mine. Edward, Iâm headed to work. Donât burn the trailer down.â
Eddie places his guitar to the side as he grabs a random shirt from the floor. He squishes his cigarette before throwing it over his head.Â
âHey. Hi.â You smile as he stammers, taking a seat at the edge of his bed.Â
âWhat are you listening to?â
He hands you the headphones as he picks up his guitar again. Eddie starts strumming some notes from a Metallica song and you can hear them flow through your ears.Â
âSo I can practice without people complaining.â He grins as he takes the headphones you hand him, placing them on his stereo. âI, um, Iâm glad youâre here.â
âIâd like to start over. As friends at first if thatâs ok.â
âOkay. Can I⌠take you out to the movies on Friday night? Strictly as friends, course.â
âOh, of course.â You both laugh.
âIâm really sorry for hurting you. Thank you for giving me another chance.â
Your hands cup his cheeks, turning him to face you as you place a soft kiss on his lips.
âI forgive you.â
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