#like I said disappointment is an understatement for how I feel about that whole situation

[sshushayla]

tell my girlfriend i love her.

jude bellingham x fem!reader. fluff jude has something to say to the public, clearly.

The city of Madrid was crying out loud in white and happiness while you were quietly suffering with your thesis paper, the ultimate killer of your life.

Your heart was already sinking, knowing you were not able to go to the stadium to cheer your boyfriend after his first biggest win of the season but Jude was more understanding than anyone as he kept saying it was alright and it just made your day way worse.

("I am so sorry, I wish I could come but this paper . . it is killing me." You muttered through your phone, as the other line heard you in silence.

Jude sighed, and your heart broke a little. It will be his big day, his club's big day, and you, being his girlfriend, could not attend. Your thoughts lingered toward the trolls on the internet who would be after the status of your relationship.

"It is alright, my love. You will call me after we finish the game, innit? I would just love to hear your voice after we win." Jude softly said, in his voice settled a calmness and a sense of assurance.

You nodded furiously. "I will call you, of course, I will. I love you," You sighed in defeat. "I love you so much." You said it once again, more clearly to hear, more firmly to believe. You could just envision Jude sitting on his bed, biting his lips in slight disappointment with his shoulder completely down like a baby.

"I love you too." He chuckled, trying to make you feel better about the whole situation. "Your boyfriend will make you proud."

"My boyfriend always makes me proud.")

So you decided to take a break from the paper and see the live broadcast of Real Madrid through your large television that Jude gifted claiming to watch him play while you do your little assignment. Switching the television on the news was already covering the win of Real Madrid in the Champions League. After his fresh win with his club, you had already called Jude but it was impossible to pick up since he was happily celebrating with his family and his teammates.

And you did not mind.

His bright smile and the happiness that twinkled through his eyes as he proudly showed off his badge and its accomplishment was warming your heart. Proud was an understatement with Jude, but it was all worth it.

Traveling around Madrid with his teammates on the upper deck of the bus. Your eyes lingered on Jude through the live broadcast as he quietly sipped his cup. You shook your head, laughing since his drunk behavior is quite questionable and now he has decided to show off to the world.

This would be fun, you thought.

"Jude, how do you feel about the win in your first season?" The reporter gently forwarded the mic to Jude who had a red cup holding on his hand. He laughed, grabbing the mic.

"Being in Real Madrid was already a great pleasure, but winning with the club and for the people who support Real Madrid was another beautiful moment of my life and I do not think I will ever forget. But I," He caught a breather for a moment, "I honestly do not know but like, I miss my girlfriend." He rambled through his words. You laughed on your couch, confused and slightly nervous about his behavior. "So I do not know, maybe I am happy but I am sad too." He confessed at the end.

With all the fixed pieces of your heart, it broke piece by piece with his confession at the end.

The reporter took the mic from Jude, but he frantically grabbed it back as if he still had something to say. Clearing his throat, he waved the cameraman to come closer, "Please come here. No, please stay back. No need. I have a mic. Please stay back. I need to look presentable." He laughed.

You mentally note to never let his lips touch any form of alcohol whatsoever. Well, his mother will do the part too. "Can you please tell my girlfriend I love her? Oh wait, I have a mic." Jude whispered to the reporter whilst still holding the mic.

You cupped your mouth, not wanting to laugh at him. Your heart clenched out in adoration at the boy standing in front of a sports broadcast confessing out loud that he simply misses his girlfriend.

"Jude, I think you told her that just now." The reporter laughed. The camera shook in a degree noticing that the cameraman was laughing alongside. The heat crept through your neck but your eyes could not leave him, and his expression for the whole nation to see, he furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"No, I need to tell her properly again." Jude expressed his words through his pouted lips and his eyes darted at the camera.

"We won, baby. I love you, I love you so much, I will call you after this, I promise and I will fly to you and my heart will still be yours." Jude smiled, staring at the camera with his eyes still sad, yet his smile gave enough of how much he simply wanted to be with you right now.

"I love you too." You whispered softly . . for nobody to hear but most likely the ghost, yet it was enough to know he is coming home to you.

[judespoets]

hii could u pls write an imagine with trent x bellingham sister reader where reader is an f1 driver and gets into a crash and her brothers and trent get worried and when she gets home trent looks after her <3

crash | trent alexander-arnold

pairing: taa x fem!f1!reader

warnings: mentions of crashing, hospitalization, wounds/blood

category: fluff/angst

a/n: i don’t know anything abt f1 so sorry if i did something wrong, also didn’t proofread yet maybe i will soon lol

it was a big day, maybe even the biggest one in your entire career. this race today is the opportunity to become someone great.

it was the day of your race today, and trent and your two brothers jude and jobe were all watching you for your big day.

Saying you were nervous was an understatement. You knew you earned your way here but actually being here with all the famous faces, it was just different.

As you stood on the starting line, you felt confident. You practiced a lot with your team for this and you were confident going into this race. But besides all, you were nervous. You really didn’t want to disappoint your boyfriend, trent was a real f1 fan and him watching you here was such an honor, you didn’t want him to judge you.

The first part of the race went good. Everything went smooth and you were living up to your and your teams expectations until you blinked for a second too long and in no time you accidentally left the road and your car flipped. Everything went so fast you couldn’t even comprehend what happened until you were feeling hot and tried to leave the car as soon as possible.

And you did it. But as you stood on the road, the adrenaline inside of you immediately vanished and you quickly felt your chest tighten, your breathing getting shorter and your legs giving out and everything went black.

The next thing you know is waking up in a bright, white room, monitors beeping in your ear with a loud sound, making you flinch immediately.

“Baby, oh my god.” You heard a voice from your left, scaring you slightly.

Looking to your left, you made out a face you knew all too well, a very worried Trent was all you saw.

He hurriedly stepped over to you from the chair he was sitting in, looking down at you with a very tired pair of eyes.

“Baby? How are you feeling?” He asked you, stroking you cheek with his hand softly.

“What? What is happening?” You asked him, obviously very confused about this whole situation.

“You had an accident, my love. A pretty bad one, i’m so glad you’re awake oh my god. You scared me, sweetheart.”

“I think I’m okay. What’s happened?”

“You came off the road and the car flipped. You got out luckily. But you fainted right after.” Trent spoke softly. “The doctor told me to get him right after you wake up. I’ll be right back, my love.” He said, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

And he was right. It took him like two seconds to come back with a doctor, taking his place next to you again.

“Miss Bellingham, great to see you awake again. To calm you down a little bit, you didn’t get any major injuries even though the crash was pretty bad. You suffered a whiplash and a fracture to your right wrist which will take about six weeks to heal with your cast. The whiplash can have different effects on you, it’s common to feel it in your neck and head while also suffering from nausea and dizziness. If we treat it right and you rest enough, you won’t take any long-term consequences from it. I know this will be a hard pill to swallow but concerning your Formula 1 career, it will take at least two to three months for you to be starting training again. It will take a lot of time and patience, but you will be back, that’s actually a privilege for your situation right now.”

“Wow” was all you could say right now. The news were extremely hard for you to comprehend right now, and Trent noticed that.

“Thank you, sir. We will definitely rest enough.” You heard your boyfriend say while you just stared at the wall right ahead of you.

“We will talk about all the treatments later on, for now just rest a little more.” The doctor said before walking out of the door again.

The sound of the door closing and the feeling of the familiar hand touching yours was the trigger point. The tears started to flow out of your eyes uncontrollably making you a sobbing mess. You didn’t know what to feel, everything just felt overwhelming right now.

Just a few hours ago you were excited to start the first major race of your life and now you were lying on this hospital bed not knowing how and when your career will start again.

“Baby, please don’t cry. I know it hard to understand right now, but you had so much luck. You could’ve been dead.” Trent said to you, his voice also slightly cracking while he took you into his arms.

“I don’t know what’s happening, Trent.” You admitted.

“I know, it’s okay. We’ll get you home as soon as possible and then you will rest and you will be back in no time and even stronger, baby. I know it’s a major setback but this can make you so much stronger. I’ll be with you every step of the way, trust me, my love.”

And he was right. You were back home after three days of hospitalization.

Walking through the front door of your shared home, all you wanted to do was lay down on the couch after a long car ride with Trent. You were so glad it was summer right now and Trent didn’t need to be back in training for at least three weeks.

“Come on, lay down, baby.” Trent said while guiding you to the living room, propping the pillows up to make you comfortable. “Is it okay like this?” He made sure.

“Yeah it’s fine. Thank you.” You said to him, laying your head back feeling the exhaustion kick in immediately. You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath through your nose.

“I’ll bring you some water, babe. Jude and Jobe will also come in like an hour to spend a little time here.”

“Thanks, babe.” You told him as he handed you a cup full of fresh water.

“Do you need anything else? Some food maybe?” Trent asked you quietly as he noticed your scrunched up face showing your headache.

“No i’m good for now. I think i just need to sleep, i feel the nausea and the headache kick in, to be honest.” You answered him honestly.

“Okay, I’ll leave then.” Trent said as he got up and started to leave the room.

“Babe!” You called out as loud as you could right now.

“What’s up?” He said, turning around quickly.

“Can you please stay, i need you right now.” You admitted quietly, you were possibly feeling the worst you’ve ever felt in a long time and all you wanted was for your boyfriend to make it okay again.

“Yeah, of course. Come here.” You heard a voice whisper in your ear quietly as you felt the strong arms you knew all too well wrap around your fragile and exhausted body and a kiss being pressed to your forehead.

And that was what made the pain go away for some time.

And the next few weeks weren’t any different. You fought with nausea and headaches a lot but Trent and your brothers were there to help you. They made it all seem so much less painful and miserable, you were fast recovered and ready to go back to training to come back even stronger than you felt before.

[dnsleif]

field of (broken) dreams

pairing: itoshi rin x reader

notes: manga spoilers, didn’t really think about reader’s gender but i think it’s gen, cross-posted on ao3

wc: 3.2k

You start the oh-so-treacherous voyage from your house to Rin's, breath visible in the air in front of you. It was a particularly chilly day, but Rin's house always seemed to be warmer than your own, anyway.

No more than a minute later do you arrive at the front steps of your neighbor’s house. The lights were on so you let yourself in. This had been a regular occurrence since the two of you were children— Rin coming to your house and you to his— so the need to knock was long past overdue.

Stepping into the doorway, the instant rush of warmth causes you to sigh a breath of relief. You quickly rub your hands together, relishing in the delightful feeling of the newfound heat on your skin.

You took your shoes off and neatly placed them next to a pair you knew to be Rin's mothers’. You took note of the fact that Rin's regular shoes were nowhere to be seen—maybe he’s still practicing. Nonetheless, you continued to make your way to the living room.

The cold had all but dissipated in your body as you found yourself in the doorway of the living room. However, what you saw in front of you now caused a similar chill to spread throughout you once again.

“Sae..?” you breathed out, eyes wide. He looked up from the TV, almost as if in slow motion, and his eyes met yours for the first time in who-knows how long (you knew, actually. it had been exactly four years since he left for Spain).

“Do you just walk into other people’s houses without knocking nowadays?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, but there was also a small smirk laying on his lips and a glimmer in his eyes.

Your lower lip jutted out just a bit at his jabbing, especially since it had been so long since you two had last seen each other.

“I'm basically an honorary member of this household, anyway,” you huffed out with a shrug of your shoulders. “I didn't know you were coming back today, though,” you made your way towards the couch he was sitting on. Moving slightly to the side, Sae made it so that he was no longer sitting in the middle of the couch, making plenty of room for you to join him.

“I won't be here long,” he said while he picked up the remote and paused the soccer game that was currently on.

Letting out a hum in acknowledgment, “figures. our superstar needs to get back out there soon, right?” you let out a small laugh at your own words. You were, however, a bit disappointed at the news, although you tried not to let it show.

The next hour or so was spent in a comfortable conversation with Sae. You asking about his experiences in Spain, him asking you about your life here. It was almost like the way things were before he left, if only Rin were sitting beside you two, laughing and chatting away, as well.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall, eyes going wide when you saw it was already past ten.

“I wonder what’s taking Rin so long…” you mumbled under your breath, eyebrows furrowed at the numbers displayed on the clock. you suddenly felt Sae shift beside you. “Have you seen him yet, Sae?”

He let out a short “yes,” one that had your eyes wide in surprise. Judging by the tone of his voice and the way he kept shifting in his seat, he seemed to be uncomfortable with his little brother being brought into the conversation.

You let out some unintelligible sound of bewilderment. To say you were confused was an understatement, seeing as though you were under the impression that Sae went straight home upon arriving in Japan.

Although he seemed reluctant to say, he eventually gave you the location of where he last saw Rin. The soccer court that you two had first seen Sae play on, the court that was the beginning of your shared love of soccer.

Something felt wrong. Something felt wrong about this whole situation—Sae not mentioning Rin at all the past hour, not even the fact that he had already met his once-beloved brother just earlier. With this in mind and an uneasy feeling in your chest, you got up off the couch.

You quickly bid your goodbyes to Sae, saying you’re going to get Rin, to which he let out nothing more than a hum of acknowledgment at. You weren’t sure why, but your heart was beating out of your chest, so much so that you heard the steady pounding of blood in your ears. This drove you forward to messily put on your shoes and grab a coat off the rack for Rin. You hadn’t noticed before but his favorite coat was still hanging up. An athlete should know better to take care of his health, you thought with a frown.

Your hand reached the knob and you hastily turned it before opening the door. The cold hit hard as soon as you stepped out, as to be expected, but you hadn’t taken notice of the heavy snow falling down until this moment.

“Just great,” you huffed, putting up your hood at the same time. Maybe this was karma for thinking the ten second walk from your house to Rin's was “oh-so-treacherous.”

Despite your usual reluctance to leave the house in this type of weather, the harsh winds blowing the snow straight into your face didn’t deter you from breaking out into a run. There would have been no reason for this any other day—it wasn’t unheard of for Rin to stay out particularly late practicing, if anything it was quite a common occurrence.

However, with the appearance of Sae and the knowledge that the two of them had already met, nothing about this situation seemed common at all. If this had been four years ago, they would have come back together. If this had been four years ago, there’s no way Rin would have left his older brother to go home without him, especially after not seeing each other for such a long time.

With these thoughts in mind your pace quickened, kicking up flurries of snow in your wake. You can’t remember the last time you had exerted so much energy into a physical activity (much to Rin's dismay, he doesn’t think a life without consistent exercise is good for you).

The soccer field was finally in your realm of vision. Your shoes and socks were now soaked with melted snow, causing every step to be more uncomfortable than the last. Your breath materialized into a frosty flurry in front of you with every pant that escaped your lips. The strain on your body was becoming apparent now that your steps had slowed at the sight of the field.

But you kept going. Until you were on the field and a figure on the ground caught your attention. Someone tall, laying in the snow, arms spread out on the ground beneath him.

Hesitant steps were taken towards the figure, even though you knew exactly who it was. You’d recognize him even if he was lost in a sea of faces, in a crowd of thousands.

The slight crunch of your shoes on the snow and the small exhales coming from your mouth were the only sounds to be heard. In the dead of night, in the middle of a snowstorm, on a soccer field of all places, you supposed that was to be expected. But that fact didn’t stop the fluttering of your heart or the churning of your stomach. Everything still felt so wrong.

Even when your feet stopped, right next to Rin's own, staring down at him, no other sounds were made. His eyes were open, you know he saw you in front of him—hell, you know he heard you approaching far before you saw him lying here. But he didn’t say a word. Neither did you, to be fair.

Your gaze was focused on the way his breath turned white at the steady pace in which he exhaled. And the way his bottom eyelashes were covered in just the slightest bit of snow crystals. And the way his nose was slightly pink from the cold, you suspected. And the way his face seemed to be wet, glistening in the moonlight. You’d usually assume it was because snow had melted on his face but, with the unsettling feeling in your stomach, you weren’t so sure.

“Here,” you tossed his coat onto his figure. He made no moves to fix his position in any way, but he tugged on the sides of the piece of clothing so that it was covering him better.

A few beats passed with no other words said. Instead of standing above him and staring down at him like some type of god, you opted to lay beside him. You adjusted your position until you were comfortably side-by-side, your hands just barely brushing one another’s.

This wasn’t the most ideal situation, laying in the snow in below negative temperatures. Nor was it the most ideal situation to be laying here, in silence, not having a clue in the world as to what’s happened the past few hours.

But you knew Rin, and you knew that if he wanted to talk about it he would. You tilted your head to the side, now looking at the side of Rin's face. You also knew his face when he wanted to talk to you about something—and you were seeing it now. His lips slightly parted and his eyebrows just the teeniest bit furrowed. If the situation wasn’t as intense and confusing, you probably would have teased him about the fact that you can read him and his expressions like a book (to which he would have said some unsavory words towards you while you laughed).

You didn’t tease him, however, and the silence continued. You supposed it felt a little serene, as if the world had just stopped and you and Rin were together at that moment. You wouldn’t mind if you two were the last two on Earth. Suddenly, your thoughts morphed into ones like these, filled with nonsense and hypotheticals.

It was as if Rin could feel you getting restless beside him, even though you had been completely still. After what felt like eons of no words spoken, his voice entered your ears, “I met Sae,” it was spoken like a whisper, like if he raised his voice any louder the world would return back to it’s normal pace and this serenity the two of you had laying in the snow in the dead of night would be gone for good.

You let out a hum at the information. Somehow, you knew he understood that those words weren’t needed. He knew that somehow you already knew they had seen each other. But, he said it anyway. If anything, it would get some semblance of a conversation going. And despite his silence, you could tell he needed that right now.

“We played a 1v1. He won, it was so quick. Then we argued, I guess,” his voice was still barely above a whisper but you could hear him clear as day. “That didn’t seem like the Sae I know. Four years ago he never would have said anything like that to me, ever,” his voice was starting to shake, you could tell even when he tried his hardest to hide it.

“I don't know what happened in Spain, but I should have expected this. I should have known that after four years things wouldn’t be the same. God, he even stopped replying to my texts and calls but I still believed that he’d come back and we’d be the same as always,” he was talking fast, faster than you’ve ever heard him speak. You suppose it makes sense, he never used to be able to shut up when the conversation involved Sae.

But you knew that it wasn’t like those times when you were little. This wasn’t like any of the times on the playground where someone would mention the words “Itoshi Sae” and Rin would magically appear right by their side, ready to boast about his wonderful big brother.

No, it wasn’t like that at all because if you turned your head to the side, you know you’d see tears falling from Rin's eyes. It was evident in the way his voice was breaking every few words and the way you felt his body shuttering from where your arms overlapped.

“There was no way you could have expected this. We all just thought he was busy, it made sense,” you finally spoke up. It was true, when the calls stopped, then the texts, that’s what you told yourself—he’s busy, he’s a superstar on the other side of the world. There wasn’t any way either of you could have predicted anything like this happening.

“It's stupid, though. Four years wasted,” his voice wasn’t shaking as much now. “He doesn’t care about our dream anymore. There’s no reason for me to play soccer,” his words came out harsh, like there was venom on his tongue, something you’d never expect when he was talking about Sae.

“Rin…” you don’t know what to say to that. If Rin were to look over at you now (which he wouldn’t, not with his tear-stained face), he’d see that your face was in almost the exact same shape. Tears were falling out of your eyes and you bit your lip to hold back your sobs. Everything about this was so wrong.

“It wasn't a waste. You love soccer more than anyone. You can’t convince me that it was all because of Sae,” you finally turned your head towards Rin. “If he doesn’t want to share a dream with you anymore, then I will, okay?”

Rin turned his head to face you after hearing those words. There was a curious look in his eyes, one that didn’t understand what you could possibly be suggesting. His dream was for him and Sae to be the best strikers in the world–you didn’t even play soccer, so where would you fit into the situation?

“Let's beat him together, okay? I'll join the team as a manager. I already know everything there is to know about you and your teammates on the field and you make me go to every game, anyway. I’ll help you become the best striker in the world, a striker better than Sae,” your eyes were now interlocked, somehow the close proximity wasn’t uncomfortable. “What do you think?”

Rin was silent for a while. His eyes glossed over your face, every so often blinking away the stray snowflakes that got caught in his lashes. You noticed how his eyes were red, even though his real tears had already stopped moments before he turned to you. With one last scrutinizing gaze he breathed out a single word, “okay.”

Your eyes widened. You had made the proposition but you had half-expected him to spit at your face at the suggestion. Although that was a vivid possibility in your mind, Rin would have accepted anything you offered.

“Really? I won't go easy on you, you know,” you wanted him to know that you wouldn’t make a promise such as this half-heartedly. To create a new dream with him and fill the shoes of his most admired person, to say the least, was a tough objective. But if you were doing this, you’d put your all into it.

You could only hope that your eyes that still lingered on his face expressed all that you wanted to say. With the softening of his features, you knew he’d gotten the memo.

“I'll look forward to it, then. Let’s beat him together,” he tore his gaze from your face and stared into the night sky. The snow was still falling hard, but you two must have gotten used to the cold by now.

Rin raised his pinky finger in the air in front of the two of you. You followed his lead and latched your pinky onto his. Both of your fingers interlocked, shining in the moonlight that reflected off the snow, as a contract of a promise.

“Stamp it,” you mumbled with a hint of a laugh in your tone. And he did. Rin pressed his thumb against your outstretched one while your pinkies were still interlocked.

The next few minutes, or maybe it wasn’t a few, were spent in comfortable silence. It was no longer a silence that left much to be answered or a silence that only filled you with dread. Your hands had both returned to your sides, still close enough that they were brushing against each other. It left something more to be desired, almost like a pit in your stomach, but it was in no way the type of churning anxiety that was caused by the previous endeavors of the night.

But all havens have to fall, eventually (and you two couldn’t lay in the snow all night). So, you get up on your feet and dust the snow off of your clothes. You outstretch your hand towards Rin, signaling him to take it and stand up with you.

He embraces your hand in his own and works to lift himself off the ground—because you weren’t much help, even though you offered your hand.

“I think we’re going to regret staying out here so long in the morning,” you hummed as Rin brushed off the snow covering his outfit.

“Probably,” he replied nonchalantly while putting on the coat you brought him.

It’ll probably be worse for you since you haven’t even been wearing that the whole time, you thought.

Starting to walk away from the spot you had inhabited for the past who-knows-how-long, you suddenly realized something you should have said sooner, “he was at home, Sae was,” one footstep, two footsteps, “I don’t know if he’ll still be there. He said he’ll be leaving soon, but I assumed he meant in a few days. But after seeing everything that’s happened, I’m not so sure about that…'' you trailed off.

Rin only nodded his head and you thought that was enough. There was no reason to linger on the topic of Sae any longer. You still have questions, like what happened in Spain or why he still seemed similar to the same you knew when you met him earlier, but those questions could wait. Hopefully they’ll be answered on a day where your clothes aren’t wet from melted snow and your face isn’t tacky with dried tears. Hopefully Rin will still be by your side on that day too.

The two of you then started the oh-so-treacherous voyage to your neighborhood once again. With Rin by your side now, though, it doesn’t seem even half as bad as before. Your hands were brushing against one another’s again, each step initiating a slight touch. It was strange–how your hands felt warm even in the subzero temperature.

With words unspoken delivered through Rin’s hand grazing over yours, the two of you walked off of the field where your dreams had started, where they had ended and where they had started once again.

With words unspoken delivered through Rin’s hand grazing over yours, the two of you walked off of the field where your dreams had started, where they had ended and where they had started once again.

The two of you then started the oh-so-treacherous voyage to your neighborhood once again. With Rin by your side now, though, it doesn’t seem even half as bad as before. Your hands were brushing against one another’s again, each step initiating a slight touch. It was strange–how your hands felt warm even in the subzero temperature. With words unspoken delivered through Rin’s hand grazing over yours, the two of you walked off of the field where your dreams had started, where they had ended and where they had started once again.

With words unspoken delivered through Rin’s hand grazing over yours, the two of you walked off of the field where your dreams had started, where they had ended and where they had started once again.

[chewingchan]

Affection - Chapter Two

Chapter Two of Affection

Synopis: Being in love with your childhood friend wasn’t the best feeling ever, even more so now that he got himself a girlfriend. Moving in with him didn’t seem like the best idea either, but life always brings us the most unexpected gifts.

Content info: Chan x afab reader, Changbin x afab reader, angst/fluff, best friend Chan, brother Felix, roommates Minho and Changbin, Minho x Jisung

Spotify Playlist.

- Seo Changbin! Put the flour down, now!

Living with Chris turned out to be easier than expected, despite the whole girlfriend situation. It took me a while to get used to it, but I’ve always been an expert at hiding my feelings.

What I did not expect were the other two boys that came along with the whole experience.

Changbin Seo is short, full of muscles and extremely whiny. Despite all of that he’s the sweetest boy I have ever met, extraordinarily intelligent and with, as he says, great morals. You can never predict what he’s going to do or say and, more often than not, that was kind of alarming, especially if you’re not used to his chaotic energy. He likes to think that he’s some kind of bad boy, but in reality, he’s just a cute puppy full of energy with a very, and I repeat, VERY loud voice.

- Yah! Stop screaming or I’ll swear I’ll kill you both.

Minho Lee is scary, there’s no doubt in that. He’s the typical cat mom, a total introvert with watchful eyes and a very solid personality (he gets irritated pretty easily too), but once you get to know him, he’s just a soft boy who likes to cook and treat people he loves more often than considered normal, a true tsundere. Oh, I almost forgot! On top of everything, he was the one who brought Soonie, Doongie and Dori to our home along with himself, so that’s a plus!

- Minmin, tell Changbin to stop attacking me, pretty please? I’m trying to bake us red velvet cupcakes! – I begged, trying to pull off a cute expression, even though I had a messy hair and was covered in flour from head to toe. - Sorry, pretty girl. – He winked at me – I’m too busy… Petting Soonie. I’d appreciate a cupcake later though. - Everybody knows you love when I tease you! – Changbin smirked – Stop pretending, pumpkin. - Ok. – I took the bowl out of his hands and winked at him – Keep on dreaming, big boy. - That’s disgusting. – Minho threw himself down on the sofa.

And that’s how our days usually rolled, since Chan was out most of the time. Living with him made me realize maybe I didn’t need him as much anymore, and that made me feel free, on top of all. Changbin and Minho were the family I didn’t know I needed.

- So… I was thinking about bringing Jisung over. – Minho had an uncertain look on his face – Thoughts on that? - Oh my God, finally! – I exclaimed, happily – It was about time! I’m dying to meet the lover boy.

Jisung Han was one of Felix’s closest friends, who turned out to become Minho’s most recent love interest. Changbin and I were extremely surprised by the news when he told us, since Minho isn’t the type to get involved. But the younger boy sure seemed to have stolen the oldest’s heart, leaving him in a dreamy and happy mood almost every single day. It was an understatement to say we were really excited to meet Jisung.

- If I didn’t know you, I would say you were embarrassed to introduce us to him. – Changbin said, always being a tease – Isn’t that right? - Of course I was embarrassed. – Minho tease back, with a serious face – Look at you both, who wouldn’t be? - ANYWAYS, - I intervened before things went further – When is he coming? I can invite Felix too, you know… So he doesn’t feel too uncomfortable, being surrounded with strangers and all. - That sounds like a plan. – Minho seemed relieved – Thanks, I appreciate that. - It’s all good. – I smiled – Do you think Chris will be here too? - At this point, I don’t really know. – Changbin sounded a little disappointed – He doesn’t even talk to me anymore, and guess what? We’re doing projects together. It’s been tough, I’m not gonna lie.

I was sad for Changbin. Chan has been distancing himself from us lately, and none of us wanted to bother nor confront him about it, but it was affecting the relationship of the household, even if it was just a bit. Binnie, being the closest to him AND attending the same classes as Chan, was the most affected by it.

- I’m so sorry, Binnie – I tried to comfort him – I’m sure Chris will come to his senses and…

At that moment, Chan burst through the door, crying and with an angry look on his face.

- Chris? What happened? – I rushed to him. - She cheated on me.

[loverboy-cc]

Chores

Kinktober day no. 6

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat.

Pairing: Yae Miko/cis fem sub reader

CWs: Manipulation, dubcon bc of coercion, power imbalance, a sprinkle of gas lighting

AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once. Also I did some looking into what irl shrine maidens do and it’s a lot of menial stuff like cleaning and running any shops in the shrine.

Kinktober Masterlist

Yae Miko is a fascinating woman; understatement of the century I know but still.

So it was both horrifying and incredibly interesting when she started personally overseeing your day to day activities as a shrine maiden

Most of what you did was keep the place tidy, not that you were any good at it. At least that’s the conclusion you’d came to with how often Yae would come “teach you to do the chores correctly.”

Said teaching often involved her very, very close to you. The ends of her soft hair tickling your face and the light, airy smell of her perfume filling your senses.

“You summoned me, Guuji Yae.”

“Yes, thank you for your swift arrival.”

Yae sat perched on a bench within a secluded part of the shrine. Passively toying with the gohei she often carried with her as she looked at you, disappointment written on her face as she sighed and stood.

“Join me on a walk, we have… Much to discuss.”

You nod and follow behind her. It was strange in a way, she kept a respectful distance between you both as you left the shrine and made your way down the mountain. Her behavior was in no way strange, but after the close proximity of your lessons with her and the easy smile she had worn during them; her distant smile and the newfound distance stirred an anxiety deep in your chest.

The walk down the mountain felt agonizingly long. But when you did eventually reach the north alcove yae was the first to speak.

“I’m sure you’re aware of why we’re here, no?”

You blinked owlishly at her, besides making sure the little cave was tidy you’d rarely been down here. She appears shocked at your lack of knowledge, and the anxiety digs it’s roots deeper into your diaphragm.

“I see… It's because of your inability to correctly see your tasks done without my assistance. I’d be more understanding if you would accept the help from other shrine maidens. I understand that some people tire quickly. But the others I’ve asked to help you say you’re unwilling to help with your tasks.”

She sighs as you wrack your brain trying to remember ever neglecting your tasks.

“If this behavior keeps up… I can’t promise you can continue working at the shrine.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, someone had to be lying about you to her! You can’t remember ever deliberately neglecting your duties.

Yae smiles sadly at your little outburst.

“I wish I could agree but there has been enough other shrine maidens speaking against you I can’t defend you anymore…”

You pick up on the “but,” that she doesn’t say. And jump at the opportunity to try and fix this whole situation.

“Guuji Yae there needs to be something I can do to fix this. I promise I’m not deliberately neglecting my tasks.”

She stills and looks you over, something flashes behind her eyes and despite everything you know about the woman, a chill squirms down your spine. She looks away and you release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“I can technically vouch for you. With my word there’s little anyone could do to touch you.”

She looks to you with a coy smile, the discomfort returns with a vengeance, you get the sense you’re not going to enjoy whatever she has you do… but you value your job, and you enjoy the shrine despite how little you seem to do for it.

“What do I need to do? I’m.. open to just about anything.”

Her smile widens, the anxiety crawls from your diaphragm up into your throat. She steps closer and you physically resist the urge to step back.

“Seeing as you prefer my company, I’d like you to assist me personally. I’ll see your usual tasks get completed in exchange.”

That’s… so much less than you’d expected? You nod enthusiastically and she steps closer yet, looking down at you through her fluffy hair.

“I’m glad. Meet me here this evening after the maidens stop selling fortunes and I’ll start training you.” Her smile doesn’t falter as she leaves you in the damp cave.

Yae is already there when you arrive. But she is missing the top most layer of her typical outfit. Leaving very little covered.

The anxiety that had finally settled returns tenfold as you try not to let your mind wander about the true reason Yae summoned you here. It’s obviously just her casual wear, why are you being weird about it?

It was not in fact just her casual wear, and somehow Yae went even further than your brain had hoped guessed she would

Forcing you to bury your face between her smooth, plush thighs and eat her out until she decided she was done. Long after your knees had gotten sore from the uneven rock below you.

Yae pulls you away from her by your hair. She looks at you with the same sly smile she did when she cornered you with this idea, the only thing pointing to her having enjoyed you at all is the blush on her cheeks and the ever so slight glossiness in her eyes.

“Good girl, stand.”

You scramble to your feet, trying to fix your own very disheveled outfit as she talks.

“You’re lucky you’re amusing. I want you here at the same time every night. I don’t recommend disappointing me, little one. We both know what’s on the line here.”

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Episode 4 of Only Friends

Well, that was quite the episode. I’m going to be discussing stuff that happened, so if you’re aware of anything in the episode that upsets you please bear that in mind. I don’t intend to be all in your face about it but people have different limits. I myself was fine with the episode on first watch, but the second time it really hit me how there are certain things about Ray I relate to and I had a bad time for a little while. But *deep breath* it’s all good now and I’m ready to ramble. Also, I feel like my thoughts are going to be bouncing all over the place with all the various moving parts and stuff that happened this episode.

So, might as well get straight to it, the big one, Ray (+ Mew + Sand). Ray, the human version of the Poor Boy t-shirt. His whole breakdown in the bathtub about being unloved, unwanted, how he ruined his mom’s life, man Khaotung delivered. I’m guessing it might be a case of his mom getting pregnant was unplanned/inconvenient - like his mom had to give up her career, or maybe having him trapped her with a man she didn’t love or in a bad relationship, which in turn led to her drinking and ignoring him, and ultimately to her death. Based on the younger version of Ray, he was what? Mid teens maybe. He said high school so maybe 14-16 range. Was his mom like that since his birth or did it start later, she slowly began resenting him?

I’m glad Mew had enough about him to go round and check on Ray. (I know his friends get some crap - Boston rightly so - about not caring about him, but there is only so much they can do if Ray isn’t ready, as he needs to be willing to help himself) Ray’s little face and his voice when he saw Mew had come though… “You’re here?” Surprise/relief that he’d put his faith in the right person. Mew really had answered his cry for help. Ray deserves a big hug. It’s not hard to see why he cares about Mew, why he answered his phone, why he would support Mew’s relationship with Top even though he dislikes Top, and yes, I’m sure jealousy is part of it, but there is genuine concern about the kind of person Top is, and if he’s good enough. But yeah, whether it’s romantic love or something else, I’m not sure. I imagine it’s a bit of a mix. He sees Mew as having saved him so there’s probably a bit of seeing him as his hero, the only person who, up to that point (or that we know of), had shown any affection or concern for him and it might be those feelings warped into a romantic love, or maybe it’s just the desperate need to keep Mew close, keep that one ‘good’ relationship and person at his side and he has mistaken his feelings for love beyond that of friendship. Ray is a whole bag of emotions and trauma, and untangling those for him to explore his feelings about both his past and what’s happening now will be hard and most likely hurt him and people around him (and me!).

I’m glad we got to see what happened regarding the video and the kiss and well, to say I’m disappointed in Boston and Top is an understatement - will talk more about them later. Also, I know Boston is a bad friend, but seriously, knowing everything about Ray and still messing with his head last episode and even calling Ray a burden back in episode 1, Boston you are the absolute worst lol.

But anyway, the kiss, the one in the past. I’m sad Mew couldn’t return Ray’s feelings and it must have been hard to hear that he was perhaps the only thing that was keeping Ray from hurting himself. 2 years ago, so he’s 19/20 yrs old, being told that must have been rough and a lot of responsibility, and then the fear of what Ray might do if Mew rejected him. That change in music seems like a reflection of Mew’s anxiety of the situation. I do like Mew and that from what we’ve seen he is pretty straightforward and honest. He kissed Ray back, but as he’s said, up until Top, no one had been able to make his heart tremble. I wonder how things might have changed if he had felt something. Would Ray have been able to get a handle on his drinking? Despite 2 years passing, he’s still in the same place, maybe worse where his drinking is concerned. Could he have changed? Or would he just have made them both miserable? Guess we might end up finding out as him and Sand get closer.

Skipping back to the present and ahhhh Ray nooooo. I don’t agree with him kissing Mew and am glad he was called out for his behaviour, but I do feel like I understand why he did it, or at least see why he might have. First, we had Boston messing with him, bringing his feelings of ‘love’ back to the surface and also adding fuel to his worries about Top - don’t be a side character, do something before it’s too late, ie save Mew from Top. We also have Mew, he’s told Ray he phoned Top for help first and he’s also trying to push Ray’s feelings towards Sand (I believe Mew was doing so with good intentions, wanting to see Ray happy and have someone now Top has taken a chunk of his time), but I feel like Ray pushed back against that. I believe he has been feeling something for Sand, even if just out of curiosity, but in a way that’s a betrayal to his feelings for Mew, the person he literally owes his life to. I imagine he’s confused and desperate to reaffirm that Mew is the one he loves. Mew is telling him to be with someone who loves and takes care of him and for Ray that person is Mew. So, I get it, but don’t agree with it. Glad he apologised again at the end and I’m glad Mew was able to accept the apology. I feel like he backed down from pressing Ray further about the ‘why’ behind the kiss, maybe not wanting to distress Ray who looked to struggle when Mew asked. I hope they can maintain their friendship. I know Ray can’t change how he feels about Mew overnight. Whether Mew fully knew about Ray still liking him, I’m not sure, but either way, it’s all out there now, so hopefully, Ray can move forward.

And talking of where he should be heading in his attempt to move on, him and Sand. I don’t know if it’s because it’s First and Khaotung, or just the way they are portraying the characters, but they have the most ‘romantic’ chemistry at the moment for me (Nick and Boston has so far been more primal, sexual, and then Mew and Top… I don’t even know what theirs is, it’s mostly anxiety inducing is what. I don’t know how to explain it but it’s like my stomach drops and both characters give off vibes of wanting control).

I love seeing Ray and Sand together. I love Ray’s puppy eyes. I love that Sand can’t say no to Ray’s puppy eyes. Sand seems a pretty strong-willed guy so if he really didn’t want to do something I’m sure he would say so. He had no problems communicating to Ray about how he felt at the music store and I’m glad he didn’t actually scold Ray and call him any names. There was just this strange sadness when Ray said ‘Burden on Society’. I don’t know if Sand sensed anything, but I think him discussing his boundaries, like with Ray wanting to buy him things, and that he isn’t something Ray can pick up to play with when he’s lonely to then forget about until the next time, I think Ray needs that. Other than money, we still don’t don’t know what kind of relationship he has with his father, or if he had any positive role models/relationships growing up that would help him learn about things such as boundaries and making real connections with other people, not just by throwing money around. I do believe Ray cares about Sand’s feelings, not necessarily because he sees him as special or for romantic reasons, but Sand is a person in his life now and it feels like Ray doesn’t intend to upset people on purpose, he wants to be cared for but also wants to be able to care for others, even as far as to ‘save’ them. I like that Ray is able to realise when he’s in the wrong and apologise, he did it in episode 1, and a couple of times in this episode. People make mistakes, not everyone can admit to them and apologise.

The record store scenes were lovely. The conversation about music. The suggestion that Ray is stuck in the past with his mother’s music and his trauma, and with his feelings for Mew. That discovering new bands brings Sand happiness and the implication that Ray should do the same, step outside that damn room that he’s surrounded himself with his mom’s records and find something new to explore. To find himself a little bit of happiness. I loved the small smile from Ray as he seemed to be considering Sand’s words. Chronologically, we then have them listening to music and staring and hand touching. The way Sand looks at Ray *dreamy sigh*. It was nice to see Ray in a moment of peace, at least that’s what it felt like. A moment to just pause the world and as Sand said “let music do the work.” And so, after going to Mew’s to apologise, we’re then back in a bath tub, bookending the episode nicely. That flashback though, yet again, can not blame Ray for clinging onto Mew and what feelings he had for him. Ray of sunshine *cries* I interpret the end as him making peace with his feelings, or at the very least, realising that no matter what, nothing more can ever come from them and so it’s time to move on, even if he just takes a tiny step in the direction of the owner of the Poor Boy t-shirt. I really hope that no matter what heartbreak lies ahead, these two find a way to a happy ending together, even if it’s Ray goes to rehab, gets some therapy and we skip ahead however many months, and they meet up again afterwards. So a fresh start and we’re left hopeful they’ll work things out.

Okay, that first part might have been way too long, but I’m bias towards Ray and so… that’s how I roll lol. The next bits might be shorter, or they might not lol. Next the Boston and Nick and Top (+ Sand) mess.

Boston, you are the worst. I mean, I kind of get filming your friends in a ‘haha look at these idiots, I’m so teasing them tomorrow’ kind of way, but still, dick move. And you know what another dick move is? Screwing with your friend’s kinda boyfriend (still confused on how long it’s been - under 3 months based on what Boston said last ep - and what Top and Mew consider themselves to be, as Top kept referring to Mew as his boyfriend last ep and this one and Mew complained about Top not introducing him as his boyfriend to Beam at the silent disco), and then for his ultimate dick move, we have Boston forcing himself on Top. I’m glad Top actively pushed Boston off him this time and told him a few home truths. I said before it feels more about Boston’s pride and some weird one-sided rivalry/jealousy. Like even in the flashback, he seemed to be competing with Ray, but also dragging Mew into the conversation with Cheum. Like ‘I can’t beat Ray, but what about Mew? I’m sexier and a better option than him right?’. Honestly, I feel like, if gmmtv would let us have nice things and let Neo and Khao out of the friends zone for a minute, Boston would be that guy to comfort Ray and maybe makeout/sleep with him just to show he was that little bit better than Mew - ‘at least I fucked ya’. He seems to have no remorse over anything at the moment. Whether he grows as a person or is a dick until the end, I guess we’ll have to wait and see. We got a nice bit of info about his dad if anyone was looking to really mess things up for him. Not looking at anyone in particular… Nick.

So, Nick. Boston really should have changed his passcode after Nick fixed his phone lol. He is walking a dangerous line of obsession and I’m not sure exactly where he’ll fall by the end. He was like a smitten kitten in the first couple of episodes, and he looked at Boston with hope and adoration, but there was a significant difference in how Boston’s words worked (or rather didn’t seem to) this episode when they were together. It currently stands as him wanting to get Boston, for them to be in love, but, depending where both his and Boston’s games take them, I feel like it might just come down to him wanting to ruin Boston in the end. You don’t love me? Well sucks to be you. I am here for Nasty Nick and his obsessive listening to Top and Boston moaning (poor Sand though - he did not need to hear that lol) And then he brings Top into it, and in turn Sand (and we find out Top stole Sand’s ex - gonna assume that person will pop up at some point). Well, everybody will know about Top and Boston but Mew at this point. I have this horrible feeling when stuff comes out Ray will find out Sand already knew and that might be one of many reasons they have problems.

So Top and Mew. Their relationship is the strangest to me. It might be because as the audience we know more of what Top’s been doing behind Mew’s back, see more of his smug smirky face that I want to punch occasionally, whereas we don’t know that much about Mew as an individual, but I don’t know… *stares at them*. I know Top got Mew’s heart all a flutter but sometimes, I’m left questioning what Mew sees in Top and does he actually like him? They can have some ridiculously cute moments, the disco, the Photo Booth, in the shower. Then they have some really off feeling and tense, challenging each other moments, Top coming off as possessive and pulling him away from his friends, the reset scene at laser tag, the scenes at the end of this episode. I like that Mew isn’t a pushover but getting with Top seems exhausting to me.

Another thing I like is that Mew doesn’t judge Top based on his past or who he’s slept with. Like I said Mew seems to be honest and straightforward and he wants Top to be the same with him. And I’m very much a judge you by what you do now not your past kind of person myself (obviously there are some exceptions to that). The plane in Top’s room got me curious. Is there a Boeing? I assume so as even before he told Mew and the only B I could think of at the time was Boston, I was like, surely not. Boston doesn’t seem in the least bit sentimental and not sure what a plane has to do with anything, but I did have second thoughts as the camera lingered and shifted focus from the plane to the model car that looks very much like Boston’s behind it. It might mean nothing, or maybe ‘Boeing’ will show up, the shot is framing two issues that can come between Top and Mew in the future - Boston and this Boeing person.

Top keeps pulling me in and has me thinking, okay maybe he is trying to be a better person, he just keeps fucking up, you know, like people do, and then just as quickly, I’m screaming trash at him. Where as Boston falls on the love to hate him side of villainy, Top keeps sticking his head over the line into just hate him territory. We’ll have to see where things go. I did think he’d called Beam over for sex at first, but not seeing the scene play out I wondered if it was something else - like just hang out, drink and sleep, as Top was clearly feeling guilty thinking back to moments with Mew and Boston, so I thought he might have trouble sleeping. As it was it was drugs. One way to knock yourself out I guess… whether it’s always just been drugs with Beam, looking back at the conversation at the silent disco, who knows, and I would have given him the benefit of the doubt, as I do want to believe he wants to change, but he’d already got arsey over Ray, Mew’s friend, being there and apparently not happy that he got his knickers in a twist over a kiss from 2 years ago, so was doubting Mew when he said it stopped at the kiss, and THEN initiated some weird deal for him stopping drugs. Again, we know more stuff than Mew, but with that music choice too, it felt all kinds of sleazy to me. If I was Mew I would not have been in the mood for sexy shenanigans, but hey, you do you, and hand jobs don’t have to be that deep. Fucking loved it when Mew said no penetration, take it or leave it lol.

OKAY. I think I’m done. There were probably other things I wanted to comment on, but the rambling was strong with this one lol. Looking forward to Episode 5.

[honey-milk-depresso]

To The TWST Community...

TW: A semi-rant post, but really, it’s just me asking everyone to please listen to what I have to say... it’s not much but I hope you could just hear me out.

Yes, it’s about the “Cupid-Lolita” case, but also every other issue similar to this. I am not picking sides with anyone, but I want to address something really important to me so please... if you can, hear me out.

Also, please don’t come after anyone. No one wants that either.

I think everyone’s heard of the whole “Cupid-Lolita” incident and after reading different posts about the situation, I genuinely cried. I really felt it. It was really overwhelming, and yes, I am a sensitive person.

Honestly, I didn’t really know there was tension before, and I probably should have paid attention... but the past is the past. I only wish to ask of our community to please... we need to stop fighting.

I know it’s ultimately inevitable that two people would end up arguing one way or another, or how tensions can arise one way or another, but really even so it could be better if we could at least talk it out rationally. Yes, yes, it’s... awkward (well that’s an understatement) for us to do so, but we have to try. If one of us are open to reason with the other party’s feelings... the other would most likely try to do so. It wouldn’t mean you two would surely reconciling with one another, but at least the situation was handled calmly.

I know... feelings get the better of us. I would know, I literally just said I cried about something that wasn’t directly my problem, but I did because... I don’t understand why we fight and hurt each other.

We are a community, and we should strive for unity. Of course, there are many of us that can’t get along with other “many of us” within this fandom, but we really shouldn’t let our emotions get the better of us...

Whoever’s at fault in this issue doesn’t matter. This includes for every other issue similar to this one.

This issue, let me remind you, shouldn’t teach us to distant ourselves, 

it should teach us in how we can be more of a community. A united one. What we learnt shouldn’t be taken for granted, and we shouldn’t just stay disappointed. We should change, to strive to be a more united fandom! I’m guilty of this too, but I want to change!

I sound gullible, yes, but would you really want to see writers, artists, even worse your moots fight?

Then let’s be peaceful, and strive to heal, not to wound.

[akwolfgrl]

LFT Part 31

Usopp couldn't believe the big mess he and his big mouth had gotten themselves into. Back to back with Daddy, the parent, the man's child, to side with them. The same child he had argued with over a pair of goggles. There was a crowd of people to the side heckling him laughing at the situation he had gotten himself into. He was trying so hard not to just run for his life, but he knew he wouldn't make it far.

"Good luck, long nose!" One voice called out from the crowd of onlookers.

"Don't worry if or rather when he beats you, we have a nice grave all dug up for ya!" Another voice chimed in. To say that the crowd was not of help would be an understatement.

"The rules are simple. We both walk ten paces and then shoot," Daddy spoke from above him. The man wasn't faced at all. Did he kill people on the regular? No matter the lies and tall tails Usopp may weave, he had yet to take a life.

“Y yeah,” Usopp said, his voice shaking almost as bad as his whole body was.

"What are you doing!?" A familiar voice screamed at him from the sidelines.

"Nami?" Usopp turned towards the redhead. He hadn't been expecting to see her here. He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Of everyone on the crew, he knew for certain she would step in if she had to. He had witnessed Zoro's short fight with Mihawk and how Luffy never once stepped in.

"Fighting Daddy the parent in duel...are you an idiot!" She yelled at him if he had been in reach of her no doubt he was feeling the pain of her earth.

"Shut up! Things turned out this way! Just watch!" Usopp yelled back in what he hoped was a confident manner, confidence he sure didn't have.

"You get one shot, are you ready?" Carol the little girl spoke from where she stood.

"Yes,”

"Ready," As he would ever be.

"One," Carol began counting as they each took a step away from each other.

Usopp panicked his legs, not wanting to cooperate with him. He took a step. This was bad, very bad he was in deep trouble. There was no way he could beat Daddy the father. He had only just begun his journey; he hadn't even become more courageous or manly. Ussop turned around, and there was one of his smoke bombs and took off running.

"Bye!" Usopp didn't make it very far. Daddy shot the browed gun from his hand therw the smoke cloud. Usopp froze. He almost died. He feal to his knees. The ground hard under his overalls, he would never get to see Kaya again. Never get to see her become a doctor.

"Papa! You're so cool and amazing!" He could hear the little girl praise her father.

Everyone began to be upset and disappointed in the duel that didn't happen. He could hear the muttering about how patchic it was, how patchic he was. Usopp was nothing but crowded with a big mouth who didn't know when to shut up.

"I only shot his gun away," Daddy muttered.

"What's wrong with you! Cheating like that! You're just a crowd and weakling! Can you even fight honestly at all?" Carol was right. Every word was true.

"Im so sorry! F forgive me!" Usopp crawled on the ground. "I'm just a week patcich man!" He wasn't ready to die yet.

Daddy, the parent, pulled out a gun. This was it. This was how he would die. On his knees at the start of his journey, he hadn't even proven himself! How was he supposed to prove him worthy of meeting his father, of Kaya, of being a part of Luffy's crew if he dies here?

[lemonyko0]

DDLG - jjk

he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive.

» genre: smut! ddlg ... clearly.

» word count: 2k

DDLG - jjk

i wasn't entirely sure what i was to jungkook. if we were just friends, maybe more, or just someone who matches his sexual desires perfectly enough to keep around.

i never dared to ask. i was afraid of the answer. regardless of a label, i knew what was expected of me. i'm his baby. he's my daddy. he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive. the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks, or hums when he's focused on a task, the mischievous grin and dark hooded eyes when he's making his intentions clear to me with a mere look.

there was nothing about him that was lacking. to say he had me wrapped around his finger was simply an understatement.

so here i lay, in his bed, between his satin sheets as i play with them, enjoying the way they feel against my bare skin.

he'd put in a request half an hour ago. giving me specific instructions of how he wanted this to go, the text read, "inside of my closet is a present for you, since you've been a good girl :) put it on, i want you on my bed and waiting. you know your rules, ill be there soon princess <3"

his intoxicating image has made a home in my mind, playing tricks on me. you know your rules, he said. he knew how excited i would be, and how impatient i am. i'm sure the prize for waiting and doing as he says is much better than giving into my desires now, but my agitated body disagrees with my rationality.

it began as a slight rut against the bed. the sheets folded just right underneath me, and i liked it. so i kept going. pushing my hips against the bed desperately. the more i do it the more needy i become, and the faster and harder i'm compelled to grind myself against the soft sheets. i let out quiet moans and whines. my eyes tightly shut as i yearn to feel something more. i imagine myself sat atop his lap. situated on his strong thighs as he guides my hips just the way he wants them.

i unconsciously moan his name, the only name i know. the only comprehensible thought i can make up. i know grinding against hardly anything won't get me what i want, a sweet release, so i decide to lean back against the pillows, spreading my legs slowly as i run a finger against the lingerie, his present to me for being a good girl, he said. but what i was doing was anything but good. that was rule number two, only under the name rule, and i had never broken it before.

the guilt overtakes my thoughts for a moment, causing my hand to drop against the bed. so worked up and impatient, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"you finished?" i hear his honey voice speak, finally walking fully into the room. my eyes widen and i sit up straight on the bed.

“i-i did as you asked daddy."

he stares at me, looking me up and down as he bites his lip, absolutely adoring the sight. "i knew you'd look delectable in that color. i almost cant keep myself from touching you." he speaks slowly, sensually, leaning down to me and pressing his lips against my ear, "but i'll have to, because you've earned yourself a punishment." i open my mouth to plead my case but he's quick to wrap his strong hand around my neck, squeezing at the sides. "not a word. you know what you did. i'm awfully disappointed. i had the whole night planned out, but you ruined it."

“sorry." i speak weakly, hardly audible. i almost think he doesn't hear me until he smiles.

"you will be." he backs away from me, moving to the other side of the room to rummage around in his closet.

"you've been so good to me baby. did you think you'd get away with it? did you think i would be too stupid to notice you dripping before i even got here?" he chuckles, "how dare you take me for an idiot."

my eyes begin to water at his insulting words, "i-i don't think that at all, i was thinking of you, i-i want you daddy please." i cry out, my heart racing from fear.

“i'm sure you were. if you wanted to be a pathetic slut then you should've just said so. but now, ill have to treat you like one, so you won't do it again, got it?"

he looks me in the eyes, a hint of worry evident in his eyes. he's never been rough with me. unsure of how i'd respond to it, scared of pushing it too far. but all i want is to please him, so i nod. agreeing to take whatever punishment he sees fit. he brushes my hair behind my ear, kissing my neck as he joins me on the bed, "your crying won't change my mind. lay down. ass up."

i gulp nervously, complying with his instructions, the curiosity eating away at my mind. i hadn't paid any attention to the objects he grabbed. he placed something cold and flat against my ass, smoothing it around the area, "say your color if it becomes too much."

"i-i can do it daddy." i reassure him. knowing his last statement about my crying was a lie, he was genuinely worried for me. but he was just as curious as i was, he wanted to see how far he could push me. and i was willing to go as far as i could for him. just as quickly as the object of lifted off of my behind, it's smacked back down, the sound bouncing around the room with my cries following quickly after. he places the cold paddle against the place he'd hit, circling it around the heated area. "that's one, count for me baby." he lifts it again, slamming it back down against my body with an equal amount of force. i can see him enjoying this almost too much.

i would have never pegged him for a sadist, but the way he watches the paddle as it smacks against my ass, making it jiggle and turn tart-red repeatedly, has me rethinking the way i'd drawn him up in my head.

"t-two." i choke out. he does it again, and again, and again. for the sixth one he switches from my left cheek to my right, finishing out the ten spanks on that side. "ten." i gasp, out of breathe and exhausted already. i feel his hands on my butt, massaging the agitated area as he showers me with compliments. "turn around baby, let me see your pretty face."

i sniffle and wipe the tears on my cheeks as i sit up to face him. he asks, "how do you feel?"

i nod my head, "good." he smiles, tugging me into his arms and placing gentle kisses on my head, "you did so well my baby, i had more for you but i don't think i can bear to see you cry anymore."

my eyes flash to his for a moment, "im sorry, i'm just sensitive. i liked it, really." i tell him. not sure if i'm honest, but if he asked to do it again, i know i couldn't tell him no.

"lay down. relax, the hard part is over." he tells me. i nod, crawling towards the head of the bed as i lay against the pillows. he's quick to meet me, pulling me in for an intoxicating kiss. he starts off slow, showing how much he cares through his actions but he gets carried away, growing more aggressive. shoving his tongue in my mouth and biting my lips.

i feel his hand dancing around my hips, slipping off my panties before sliding my bra off my shoulders, leaving myself completely bare for him to use however he pleases.

"you're gorgeous. i can't tell if i want to preserve your perfect skin or mark it until you're covered in nothing but me." he growls into my ear, making me whimper at the thought.

he smiles, dipping a hand between my legs to feel how hot and wet i was. he curses, "fuck, you really did like to be spanked didn't you?"

i don't answer, too distracted by his hand so close to where i need him the most. he's got me so worked up, so desperate for him to do anything at all. he knows it too, grabbing his final toy of choice and putting it against my heat. i jump at the feeling of a foreign object replacing what was the warmth of his hand.

he shushes me, peppering kisses on my bare shoulder, "im gonna make you feel good baby, this is your reward."

i allow myself to relax further into the bed, feeling him turn the object on. it's light humming filling the room, he begins to move it up and down my slit, wetting it and watching me squirm from an unknown pleasure.

he turns it up a notch and i let out a moan. he places his other hand on my lower stomach, massaging it and adding pressure. he decides to push it even further, slipping the vibrator inside of me slowly. i grab onto his arm, the need to have something inside of me only somewhat satisfied by the object. i know i'm close as my stomach feels tighter and i grow more and more sensitive, "d-daddy, please.”i whimper.

he looks at me with curiosity, "please what baby?"

i hum, trying my hardest not to come undone right here, "i-i'm so close."

he chuckles, "then come, i never said you couldn't."

i shake my head, "wanna come on y-you." he doesn't react immediately, too focused on the way i look while he controls my pleasure.

he then removes the toy, all of his clothes following after, "how can i say no to that?" i smile and he crawls over me, his finger under my chin to make me look him in the eyes as he enters me, "god you're so much tighter." he says, hardly keeping himself together.

he begins to thrust slowly but i whine, "h-harder please."

he looks taken aback at first, then he grins mischievously, "have i turned you into a slut baby?" he begins pounding into me, lifting my hips up to get a deeper angle inside of me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust causing me to scream out and grab at his bare back, moaning his name in his ear as a token of my approval.

he chuckles darkly in my ear, "you're gonna cum so fast aren't you? go on. cum all over my cock baby, you've earned it."

my orgasm comes crashing hard, my walls tightening repeatedly on him as he hisses, struggling to keep up as he feels himself a lot closer than before. "fuck baby, you're shaking, do i make you feel that good?"

"yes," i answer breathlessly as he fucks me into overstimulation. after a few minutes of him pounding into me i feel him twitch, with little warning he spills out inside of me, continuing to use me to ride out his orgasm.

he pulls out and immediately crashes onto the bed beside me. i lay still, my body feeling numb as it comes down from a mind blowing orgasm. he laughs, "fuck that was good." i smile at his enthusiasm and he continues. "so round two?"

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thank you so much for reading! i've been sitting on an angst fic that created a hole in my heart after writing it so thag should be up soon ... as always hope u have a beautiful day!

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This is a Legal Rom-Com Part 2

Part 1

augustus “pug” pugliese x gn!reader, matt murdock x gn!reader, matt murdock x jennifer walters

1.9k words

Pug tries to be supportive about your dilemma with Matt, until Matt steals his plan of getting you alone to talk

To say you were worried about how the conversation about your dating history with Matt was going to go would be an understatement. To find out that the guy Jen had been hooking up with (allegedly multiple times) was your ex wasn’t ideal, but to be reunited after so many years was also not great. 

Okay, enough sugar coating things. You were freaking the fuck out. In the short time you had known them, you knew how blunt Nikki could be and how she could be bad about boundaries. Especially with something as juicy as this. You loved her, but you knew her questions were going to make this whole situation even more unbearable.

Unknown to you however, Pug was also nervous. Sure, he had known you longer than the other two women, but that didn’t mean he knew your every secret. After all, he was much better at boundaries. There were certain things that you would reveal on your own time, and he was fine with that. He didn’t want to pry, but it looked like the situation called for it. Meeting your ex was the last thing he had expected. 

Since no one was in a rush to start the conversation, seeing as you were keeping yourself busy with your drink and Matt was silently keeping his gaze trained on the table, Pug decided he would take one for the team. 

“So,” he started, “where did you guys meet?”

You were pretty surprised that Pug was the first to speak. He held a polite smile on his face that you could tell was forced. When you caught his eye, he tried to make it more encouraging with a tiny thumbs up. You appreciated the gesture, but you did not want to unpack everything in front of the guy you were into. Part of you felt a twinge of disappointment, too. Maybe he really didn’t like you the way you did if he was asking. 

But thank god he started with an easy question. You glanced at Matt briefly, and he nodded to let you take the lead. “Um, in-in college. We, uh, went to law school together. Always planned to open our own practice, too, which we did.”

“And how long were you guys together?” Nikki asked. 

Twiddling with your hands, you answered with a quiet, “Seven years.”

Pug felt his stomach drop. He had known you were in a committed relationship before coming to L.A., but seven years? Most couples are married by then or planning on getting married. He had to compete with that? With him? Shit. 

“So then what happened?” Nikki’s next question. 

And suddenly it didn’t matter what Pug was thinking because he saw your shoulders tense more than they already were. You held your arms close to your chest, looking anywhere but the people in front of you. You were shutting down.

“Hey, don’t - you don’t have to answer that if you’re not comfortable,” Pug assured. He knew it was an awkward conversation, but that was too much. 

You shook your head, though. “No, um, it’s… it’s fine,” you said. You flashed him a weak smile in thanks. “We just, uh… We both agreed it would be best to part ways. No hard feelings.” Nikki opened her mouth to pry, surely not satisfied with that answer, but Jen interrupted first. 

“We don’t… We don’t have to ask them anymore-“

“How come you-“

“Actually, I have a question.”

Everyone at the table turned to watch Matt, the man who had remained quiet since he saw you. His unseeing gaze was trained in your direction, and had been since the questioning began. His words silenced the onslaught of questions that were only just starting to bubble over. 

He turned to face the rest of the table. “Can I steal them away for a moment? Just for a few minutes.”

You had half expected the question, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from filling the pit of your stomach. Wringing your hands again, you looked toward your friends for an answer. They looked between each other as well before looking back to you, and slowly, they all began nodding. Great. 

“We’ll just be outside then,” you said slowly. Hesitant. Unsure. 

You and Matt both stood up, and you held out your arm to him even though he didn’t need it. Even after all these years, protecting the ruse was second nature to you. The two of you walked to the closest exit, the bustle and chatter of the bar drowning out to a mumble as the door shut behind you. 

You were on him in an instant. “What the hell are you doing here, Matt?”

He floundered for an answer, and you felt a twinge of pride you could still get him to act this way. “I told you. I was invited.”

“You know what I mean!” You were glad you had stepped outside so you could raise your voice without turning heads. “Why are you in L.A.?”

Matt huffed out a sigh before leaning his walking stick against the wall. “I’m here for work.”

You scoffed. “I didn’t realize Nelson and Murdock had jurisdiction in California.”

“Well, we do when it concerns superheroes.”

You opened your mouth to ask more questions because that just didn’t make sense, and suddenly it came to you. Jen’s most recent case with the wannabe superhero turned amateur villain. She had voiced her opinions about the opposing attorney on the case, how something about him didn’t sit right with her. She had been livid about the case and about Luke and especially about his attorney, and then all of a sudden, everything was fine. She and Luke were okay again, and the other attorney was an afterthought. She had assured the team that he was just some guy, and that you would never have to deal with him again. 

She had conveniently failed to mention that the “some guy” attorney was blind and that she slept with him. 

 “The moron in the frog costume and the costume dealer with the attorney who demolished her,” you concluded, your eyes closing at the oncoming headache. 

“Well, I didn’t say ‘demolished,’ but-“

“Matthew.” You had only ever used his full name when you were upset. To let him know you were serious. “He made you something. A new suit. Didn’t he? That’s why you’re here.”

He tilted his head down, shoving his hands in his pockets and nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, he did. I was the only one he trusted to take the case.”

“Does she know?”

He… hadn’t been expecting that question. Your arms were crossed over your chest, and he could practically hear your blood boiling from the way your heart was thundering in your ribcage. He knew you were talking about Jen, and he knew you well enough to know that if she didn’t, you didn’t want her getting involved with him. You both have seen how much pain it can cause. 

“Yes,” he answered, but he didn’t know if that was any better. “She does know.”

It was times like this he wished he could see your face. You were still and silent for a moment, and the only sounds filling his ears was the chatter from inside and the power of your heart. He hated when you did this. 

“Good.”

Huh? 

His brows furrowed. “Wha-what do you mean ‘good’?”

“I mean good,” you repeated, and by the sound of your voice he could tell you were starting to smile. “She might be one of the only people that can handle you.”

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Back inside the bar, Pug was shitting bricks. Don’t get him wrong, he hoped that your and Matt’s conversation was going well. He hoped there were no wounds reopening outside or any hands being thrown - he knew you could if the situation called for it. He hoped you guys were being civil.

However, a small and selfish part of him hoped it wasn’t going too well. It was him who was supposed to be outside talking to you, not Matt. At the beginning of the night, he had every intention to finally get off his ass and ask you out. But that plan went out the window the moment you said Matt’s name. Now, Pug was pretty secure in himself. He was a confident guy, and he found that as of recently, only you had the power to get him nervous like he was a teenager in love again. But depending on how your conversation outside was going, he might have to kiss any chance with you goodbye. And the sad part was, he understood. How could he compete with someone you had at least seven years of history with.

“I can’t believe you fucked their ex!”

It was Nikki’s words once the three of them were alone that pulled him out of his head. She was staring at Jen with eyes wider than saucers, her mouth hanging open in speechlessness. 

Jen wasn’t any better, though. Her eyes were just as wide, if not bigger. If Pug didn’t know any better, too, she looked like she could vomit. “I-I-I had no idea,” she breathed.

Nikki was stuttering, trying to find her words. “How the- I mean, did you- did she- did she know? Did you tell her? Did he say anything?”

“No!” Jen answered. “Non-none of us knew, obviously. It’s just... wow. What are the odds?”

The two women looked over at Pug for his own input, and it wasn’t exactly surprising to see him so quiet. No doubt drowning in his thoughts (which he was), they struggled to figure out what to say that would pull him out. 

“I, uh, wouldn’t worry too much about them out there,” Nikki said, giving Pug’s arm a gentle pat. “Neither of them looked too happy to be here.”

“Thanks, Nik,” Jen rolled her eyes. She was the one to invite everyone, after all. 

Nikki turned back to her with an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

It was about another ten minutes of awkward conversation before you and Matt walked back into the bar, and the team was pretty shocked to see you both smiling. You seemed friendly which was a good sign, but not too friendly which was another good sign. You led Matt back to the table, but neither of you sat down.

“I think I’m gonna take off for the night,” you told them. “I’m sorry to cut the night short, but I can feel a migraine coming on.”

Jen looked at you apologetically. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I’m sorry. Let me walk you out, okay?”

You nodded, causing her to stand up with you. You looked at the others and gave a small smile to them, your eyes lingering on Pug out of habit. “Sorry, guys. Don’t let me ruin your night. I’ll see you at work.”

Pug was already shaking his head. “Nah, you didn’t ruin anything. We’re sorry for all the questions.”

You smiled gratefully at him, and he was happy to see it finally reach your eyes. You waved to the table before joining Jen by the door.

Matt calling your name caught everyone’s attention, though. “Take care of yourself.”

You nodded at him before turning to walk out of the bar with Jen. Pug hated seeing you go.

Damn you, Matt Murdock, for stealing my thunder.

long author’s note (sorry): sorry this took a while, but work has been ass and i’ve struggled to find the motivation to write. however, once i did, i could not stop at all, so there’s definitely a lot to come. it’s becoming a much bigger series than i had expected, but i’m excited! there’s going to be a lot more backstory about matt and the reader in future parts bc i didn’t want to reveal everything right away, and a lot more of pug x reader developing as well. our boy pug deserves all the love in the world! i know i revealed the makings of a lot of backstory in the first part, but there will be more explained in future parts. a bit of explanation about how long the reader and matt were together though: i couldn’t find an in depth timeline of the events of the daredevil show that included when matt and foggy in college/before the events of the show (but if you have one let me know...), but i determined that from law school, matt and the reader could have been dating anywhere from 5-10+ years. i chose 7 because it made the most sense to me. if you have any thoughts about that, let me know. anyways, i do want to write more pug x reader outside of this series, so if anyone has any ideas of what they want to see, my inbox is always open! consider pug hours officially open. let me know what you think about this part though - i’m always open to feedback. i hope you’re enjoying this silly little series :)

[loverofallthingssarah]

A trick of the heart

Synopsis: Andy walks back into Miranda's life. Can you handle this?

WARNING: angsty

Word count: 1K

A/N: sorry for any typos, also I know this isn't a Sarah character but I just love Miranda so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so sorry if you did not want to be tagged

Miranda Priestly. Sounds intimidating, right? Intimidating would be an understatement, but that’s what intrigued you the most. After the debacle that was Paris Fashion Week, you were hired right on the spot. Miranda needed someone to fill the shoes of her biggest disappointment and that just so happened to be you.

This tore your nerves up because you knew the feelings she had for Andy no matter the root was strong and unwavering. Those were shoes you knew you just couldn’t fill. Everything you heard was “Andrea” this and “Andrea” that. You think that in itself would dissipate the little crush that was ever growing on the dragon lady, but it didn’t. Nothing did.

Working for someone you constantly fell for more and more each day was hard, but you stuck it out because who wouldn’t. It was Miranda Priestly for fucks sake. Just being in her presence was unlike anyone you ever met, and when those feelings hit you… it’s like you knew it wasn’t just a crush. Being around Miranda made you feel in ways you never had before, everything felt light and airy. Calm, yet so fierce. A sense of wholeness surrounded you in her moments of vulnerability that only you could see.

The days were getting easier as you felt as if you were gaining way into some part of her broken heart. She started treating you as a human unlike before as just her employee. The talks became longer, the feelings became stronger. Miranda was letting you in, and it gave you hope for a future between you both.

Until today, today… a day that started out completely normal. You’re sitting at your desk after coming back from your lunch break that was normally spent in Miranda’s office. But today, she told you that she wouldn’t be able to have lunch; she had a very important work meeting. You paid it no mind and went about your day until you heard giggling come from Miranda’s office. Not just her usual fake laugh she had with everyone, it was the giggle she had always saved especially for you. Lost in the seemingly jealous thought, Miranda’s door opens, and out walks the one and only Andrea Sachs.

The burning in your tummy worsened as their conversation continued while Miranda showed Andrea to the door.

“Well, this was lovely. I hope we can do this again soon, Miranda.” Andy smiled as she looked at your Miranda.

“Yes, let’s,” Miranda said as she waved a farewell to Andy.

Your eyes never left theirs. Miranda finally turned around and her eyes found yours. She immediately looked away and went straight back into her office.

“Y/n, is there a reason my coffee isn’t here?” she asked in the most passive tone. That’s the straw that broke your back. You couldn’t be a part of this charade any longer, especially now. You would not allow yourself to be in a situation of watching the woman you fell in love with fawn after another.

Enough was enough, you stalked your way into Miranda’s office.

“Have you completely lost your mind, Y/n?” Miranda scoffed at your presence.

“I quit,” you said.

“W-what?!” Miranda exclaimed.

“I didn’t stutter,” you said as you turned to leave her office.

“Stop. Don’t be dense. You’re not going to quit.” Miranda laughed as if she knew the kind of power she held over you.

“Miranda, get over yourself. You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want. I’m done with this.” you growled.

“And what exactly are you done with, Y/n?” Miranda challenged. You rolled your eyes and started walking. Not looking back. The anxiety did not completely hit you until the realization of the huge backlist target you put on your back as you exited the Elias Clarke building. It was too late to turn around now: and you were too far gone to look back.

On your way back to your small studio apartment, all you could think about how stupid you were for blowing up like that. Miranda didn’t owe you anything - she wasn’t yours. You were finally inside the lobby of your building, and looking quite solemn. The little old lady, Anita, that lived next door stopped you in your tracks, “Y/n? Are you okay, little dove?”

Your body breaks at that moment; sobs uncontrollably leaving you as you turn towards Anita. She opened her arms and you trudged way into them with a huff.

“I m-messed up, A-Anita. I-I’ve ruined e-everything.” you mustered out between sobs.

“You haven’t ruined anything, darling.” you could clearly hear Miranda’s voice coming from behind you. You whipped your head around so fast finding piercing eyes looking right into yours.

“M-Miranda… w-what are you doing here?” you sniffed out while taking a step closer to the woman who haunts your every being.

“I followed you. Y/n, why did you walk out on me?” Miranda asked.

“Miranda, I-,” she cuts you off, “I won’t allow you to walk out on me, darling. I cannot... will not, lose you. Do you understand me?”

“What about An-dray-uh?” you asked with disdain laced in your voice.

Miranda knew she had messed up. Inviting Andrea to her office was just a peace offering - letting bygones be bygones. Miranda just needed some closure to a part of her life that at one time she thought she wanted but now she knows will never be.

“Darling, Andrea is nothing more than an acquaintance. There is nothing that she has that I want. There is nothing you have that she is going to get.” Miranda says while slowly walking closer to you.

“I don’t have what I want,” you say looking to your feet.

“What do you want, darling?” Miranda’s voice was barely above a whisper. She’s so close to you, her hand cups your chin pulling your face to look at her.

“You.”

Miranda sighs, “I’m older. Vain. Insensitive. I can’t give you the love you that you deserve, Y/n”

“I. Want. You.”

You both are standing so close together that you can feel her lips grazing yours. Miranda’s insecurities holding her back. You close the distance - an immediate explosion of fireworks. Miranda takes control of the kiss. Slow, passionate. The best kiss you had ever experienced.

“Take it upstairs.” Anita’s voice broke you from your trance.

You giggle and Miranda rolls her eyes.

“Wanna come upstairs, Miranda?” you smirk.

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A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself.  Especially when it comes to protecting her.

___

It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you.  The boy was downright insane about it.  Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times.  But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene.  He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore.  And you made him pinky promise.  That’s a big deal.  And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out.  “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing.  “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast.  And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes.  “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess.  Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster.  Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday.  And even if something came up, he always always, called.  But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder.  And there was a time that you’d thought he never would.  Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers.  And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way.  In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though.  It started with your ex boyfriend.  He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms.  And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms).  That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger.  And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things.  It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls.  So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him.  “-midnight.  Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet.  But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light.  His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone.  Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him.  “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling.  Your voice was soft, and low.  You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore.  Not when you looked so disappointed in him.  

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room.  Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane.  Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure.  But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room.  He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually.  It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it.  That promise was important to you, because he was important to you.  And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent.  Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore.  And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek.  Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing.  In fact, it was the worst thing.  It meant he messed up beyond redemption.  And he’d never fucked up that bad before.  Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious.  Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth.  He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship.  You knew what came next.  The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse.  Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut.  Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye.  It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now.  You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better.  Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore.  “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes.  Richie didn’t look back at you.  He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself.  From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him.  “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands.  You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you.  But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment.  You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows.  Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to.  “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly.  “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away.  But you bit your tongue.  Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am.  But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach.  Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened.  You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up.  “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about.  He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start.  “Come on, the truth”  

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst.  His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell.  Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away.  I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless.  You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you.  And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you.  But this wasn’t like before.  He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart.  Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do.  (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed.  His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum.  His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him.  “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence.  You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added.  “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words.  Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear.  And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely.  “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away.  He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had.  He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be.  And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like.  Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer.  He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck.  “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls.  “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent.  “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter.  And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

taglist: @thegr8kush​

xoxo ~ jordie

[zachsreaderinserts]

sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

wc: 2,319

okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.

[skiyoosmi]

post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

© SKIYOOSMI, 2021. reposting, translating, editing, copying and any kind of plagiarism are strictly prohibited, thank you.

[jaskiersvalley]

Witchers didn't have daemons, that was a known fact. They were terrifying in their solitude, unfeeling and unaffected. Monsters made to fight monsters, they didn't need part of their soul for that. What the general public didn't know though was that the daemons weren't imprisoned somewhere, nor were they dead. The mages had figured out a way to separate daemon from child and force it into the most unnatural of shapes, another human. It meant two Witchers from a single child and the best part was, neither child nor daemon felt any connection to their counterpart once the process of the trials was complete.

In an effort to make sure full separation was certain and not even a sentimental link remained, daemons and children were separated and trained in different schools. Lambert had arrived at Kaer Morhen, still tripping over unfamiliar human feet and seething at being separated from his human. Over the years he tried to remember his human but, like all Witchers, they were given new names when they got their medallions and Lambert didn't think Luca still went by that name, nor would he be the scrawny kid Lambert remembered him as.

Whenever Lambert met another Witcher, he couldn't help but wonder whether it was his Luca that he was meeting. Though he wanted to believe that there would be a spark some kind of recognition there. He had been a little relieved when he met Letho and there was nothing there between them.

Of course Geralt had to be the first one to find his daemon. The smug bastard had found a bard who told people his daemon was a flea which was just like him; unnoticeable until he causes a nuisance. Most pitied him but Geralt had seen through the charade. He watched the bard without a daemon, curiosity and caution allowed him to permit Jaskier to tag along. The story tumbled out eventually.

"My great grandparents bought me. I was some kind of freak novelty some merchants were selling."

That was all Geralt had needed to hear and he was all but dragging Jaskier back to Kaer Morhen in the winter. Nobody had expected Vesemir's face to close off completely.

"I remember you!" Jaskier said in way of greeting. "You were a dick."

"Julian." The reply was terse and tight.

Lambert got a front view seat to seeing Geralt's face flit through more emotions in one second than he usually did in a whole year. The embrace was tight, Geralt's nose buried in Jaskier's hair.

Jealousy trickled through Lambert's veins. For all he knew, his human was already a dead Witcher. There was no link between Witcher and daemon, the trials severed it all completely so when one died, the other didn't even notice, let alone die from it.

"Why isn't he a Witcher?" Eskel asked, eyes glued to the happy reunion.

"Kaer Morhen needed money. Your cohort, the daemons didn't become Witchers. We sold them to the highest bigger."

Lambert didn't expect Eskel to punch Vesemir across the jaw but he was sure as shit glad he saw it. It meant he didn't need to do it on behalf of Geralt and Eskel. For the first time though, Lambert had an optimistic thought.

"It might mean he's living a happy life somewhere. I mean, look at Jaskier. He's had it better than us."

That was a topic that came up repeatedly over the next few weeks. They dreamed up all sorts of fancy lives Eskel's daemon could have lived, the wonders he would have seen. Through it all, Lambert bitterly wished his daemon could have been anything but a Witcher. Alas, Vesemir rapidly disillusioned him from that idea.

"He's become a Witcher, probably dead by now. And if you met him, you'd probably wish he was."

"Is that so?" Lambert drawled, emptying his tankard with a disappointed sigh. He couldn't believe it was empty again.

"You suffered the same shit fate I did. Your human was trained by Cats. Guxart turned into an utter dick."

The words were muttered darkly and Lambert tried not to take it to heart how much hatred Vesemir oozed. It made him all that much more determined to not go the same way as the bitter old man. Instead, he turned to Geralt with a leer. "So, is it gay or is it masturbation to want to get off with your own daemon?"

To say the table erupted in uproar was an understatement. Geralt was scowling somewhat fierce, arms crossed over his chest in protest. It only egged Lambert on further.

"I think it's incest," he declared with a shit eating grin. "Technically it's part of your family because you have the same parents."

"It's masturbation at most." Geralt was growling and glowering. "Because the daemon was still part of you."

Through it all, Eskel stayed rather quiet. It was only when the other two looked to him for opinion that he leaned forward, propping himself up on the table with a serious crease to his brows.

"I think-" the words were low and measured, "-that as long as everyone involved consents, it's fucking hot is what it is."

"The only thing it is," Vesemir finally butted in, "is a disaster waiting to happen. You don't want to meet your counterparts. Trust me."

Except that only made Lambert all the more keen. He wanted to both prove Vesemir wrong and also have what Geralt and Jaskier seemed to be hurtling towards. So, come spring, he set out with the intent of fulfilling one contract only. It was one that he would pay himself for in emotional fulfilment. He was going to find every Cat he could until he found Luca.

He met Gaetan along his travels who laughed in his face and said he was much more into snakes than wolves. That was an encounter Lambert was more than eager to cut short because he did not want to think about how Letho and Gaetan were oddly complementary. It was also another jolt of bitter jealousy, another Witcher and daemon had been reunited while he was still out there looking for his own. Assuming Luca had survived.

Meeting Guxart was a bit of an accident and Lambert wished he'd not encountered the old Cat. He growled and hissed about his stupid daemon who would probably have turned into a useless pigeon if left alone. There was obviously no love lost between them and Lambert desperately hoped he wasn't going to have the same fate.

Third time lucky, as the saying went. Lambert had trailed the new Cat for a few days, learning his habits and watching him work. There was no ounce of recognition or familiarity. But then again, the last time Lambert saw Luca, they were being dragged away from each other, foreign hands on his rapidly shifting body so his eyes could barely adjust enough to see the screaming, tear filled face of his human. It was quite possibly the worst last image he could have had of Luca.

Satisfied that the Cat wasn't someone Lambert wouldn't want to associate with, he approached in the evening when the campfire was still bright but slowly settling.

"I was wondering when my shadow would make himself known," the Cat said easily enough, barely glancing up from where he was whittling something.

The last two times Lambert had tried to be careful with exploring the idea of the Cat Witcher being his human. He was tired and cut straight to the point.

"Luca?"

By the fire the man froze. It was only luck that meant Lambert could hear the shuddering exhales of someone trying to keep up the façade of calm and collected. Finally, the man set his carving aside and stood with an easy smile that felt like a thousand lies.

"I go by Aiden." It wasn't a reply and Lambert knew it.

"I don't remember my name," he admitted softly, desperately hoping he wasn't about to make an utter tit of himself. "People call me Lambert. But I'm looking for my Luca."

He didn't expect to suddenly have an armful of Witcher clinging to him like their very lives depended on it.

"It's really you!" Aiden sounded close to tears. "You never did have a single name, usually going by Idiot, Pain In The Butt, Menace and so many other equally flattering names."

"Guess that never changed," Lambert laughed wetly. He held Aiden close, wishing he could feel as he used to when they were connected. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

It was just that start of something Lambert never thought he'd have. Easy companionship, shared disdain for the whole Witcher thing, stories upon stories of contracts gone well, gone wrong, or just plain gone. By the time winter rolled round, Lambert was firmly of the opinion that he and Aiden would travel together, fuck the Path and all the teachings about it being lonely. If Geralt could have his bard then they sure as hell could have each other.

Getting to Kaer Morhen, Lambert gleefully had an arm slung around Aiden's shoulder, introducing him to the rest of his family. He especially delighted in the flaring of Vesemir's nostrils as he took in the situation.

"Cats and Wolves don't mix. You of all people should know that."

"And you should know it's my life's mission to prove you wrong, old man," Lambert shot back.

Perhaps the most curious part of the whole winter was that Geralt was already back with not one, but two guests. Jaskier was a known quantity and Lambert greeted him warmly. The other though was a near silent man who watched them through eyes that looked way too old for his body.

"This is Cahir," Geralt said when the man didn't even introduce himself. "We'd heard rumours of a Nilfgaardian without a daemon and went to investigate."

"Not a Nilfgaardian," Cahir grumbled with a half-hearted glare.

It took Lambert a moment to figure out just why Geralt would bring such a man back before his eyes widened in delighted realisation.

"You think that-"

"Mhm."

That was the extent of their conversation because Lambert was cackling in delight. He looked Cahir over with a newfound interest. Young, like Jaskier but so very different in behaviour. As much as they'd wondered about Eskel's daemon's fate, this wasn't one they'd predicted.

Three days later Eskel was leading Scorpion into Kaer Morhen's courtyard. Lambert and Aiden were all but bouncing with excitement, not wanting to miss the moment Eskel met his daemon. In their opinion Geralt was drawing things out and making it less fun by not having them all meet in the stables. Instead, Eskel was allowed to venture into the kitchen in the company of Lambert and Aiden who were vibrating in anticipation.

"Eskel," Geralt greeted him with a warm hug. Jaskier and Cahir were behind him, even Vesemir had ventured out to see what the outcome would be. "It's good to have you home. Allow me to introduce you to Cahir."

The two looked at each other with guarded gazes and Eskel gave a terse nod. It was as anticlimactic as fuck. No recognition, not interest, nothing. Just a slow once over which, if Lambert had thought about it, was pretty much a mirror image of each other, equally considering and closed off.

Despondent, he dragged Aiden off, helping lay the table for a shared meal. Vesemir was quick to follow, there was no way to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved by the lack of drama. Geralt and Jaskier wandered out, oddly deflated. Not two seconds later there was an almighty crash from the kitchen and they were all racing back. Only to turn right around and flee after a glimpse of Cahir pinning Eskel to a wall and kissing him like Eskel was the last gasp of air for a drowning man.

"So, are they?" Jaskier asked, glancing towards the kitchen. Something else crashed and thumped but it was best not to investigate.

After a moment it was Vesemir who tiredly said, "Does it matter? It doesn't seem like they much care."

All in all, Lambert didn't think he cared either. Cahir and Eskel seemed happy enough in their new acquaintanceship, trying to figure out their past could wait, if they even wanted to explore it. Though Lambert had a hard time imagining Cahir as a goat. Over the years he'd heard Eskel lament enough about how his daemon preferred to take the form of a goat.

Regret came the next morning at breakfast when Eskel and Cahir appeared at the table, seemingly indifferent. If the rest of them hadn't see the two almost violently making out in the kitchen before disappearing to a bedroom, they wouldn't have guessed anything had gone on between them.

"Hey Geralt," Eskel called, face passive. "You know the difference between a goldfish and a mountain goat?"

"A mountain goat could live in Kaer Morhen but a goldfish couldn't?"

Eskel rolled his eyes. "No, a goldfish mucks around a fountain."

"And a mountain goat fucks around a mountain," Cahir finished the joke. He and Eskel high fived without looking at each other. Lambert only smacked his head on the table when Cahir continued, "And I am no goldfish."

[amazingphilza]

maniac :: cc!tommy x reader

angst (?) , platonic (?) , gender neutral ! ib: conan gray’s maniac

this is satire & note that i write the reader to be a few months younger than tommy (besides that, i think it is fully inclusive !)

synopsis : you put all your hard work towards a useless crush. with no expectation for reciprocated feelings in the first place, it still all ends in a bittersweet slap to reality.

you grew up with minecraft and it was an understatement to say it was part of your childhood

even years later, you still maintained interested in the game

it wasn’t just a simple video game, the community inspired you to do many things

you aspired to be like the creators you watched at a young age like sky, dantdm, cupquake, stampy, and many more

making people happy and entertained was a dream

and when minecraft slowly began trending again in 2019, you started making your own content whenever you felt like it out of fun

you never got much views but it was an enjoyable experience nonetheless

but it wasn’t until the first minecraft monday you decided to push a bit more with your hobbies and worked hard to make it somewhere

however balancing your passions with school wasn’t the easiest

given, you were still only around 15 and your content wasn’t even that good

with not much of a goal or plan with your youtube channel, you fell out of interest eventually

you loved minecraft but you always a rocky relationship with it; getting back into it for a few months then pretending it never really existed for another few

besides the occasional videos you watched in your pass time, you didn’t stay that updated

then lockdown happened

it changed everything and even got you regressing back to old interests

soon enough you were back to minecraft

there was so much to catch up on

hermitcraft season 7 just started, there was minecraft championships, and smp earth and smp live, and so much more to look forward to watching

you were a bit late on both of the smps but your interest peaked specially towards smp earth and it didn’t stop you from watching the past videos

you first gravitated towards a certain youtuber’s videos first since you remember stumbling onto his videos before from your recommended page; wilbur soot

besides recognizing him from his you laugh you lose series and making parody-type of songs, you didn’t know much

however with a few clicks, you had binge watched his smp earth series effortlessly

you found yourself falling down the endless hole, finding more creators to watch through wilbur

one in particular caught your eye in an interesting way

tommyinnit

my god, how can someone be so annoying and pushy in these videos? like shut up already

and to find out he was barely months older than you frustrated you

you just wanted to be better in some way

if someone like him could be popular, why can’t you? yelling at others and causing problems didn’t seem that hard

and so you went back to working hard on your previously failed youtube channel but this time with a goal; be better than tommyinnit

it was a weird aspiration in your head but it worked

he was your age and successful, why need a better motivator?

tommy wasn’t the sole reason why you strive to make content since you truly did want to create videos to entertain people like the youtubers you originally grew up watching

and with the amount of free time you had, you thoroughly analyzed his content; what was the most popular, how he streamed, edited his videos, everything

you just completely studied the algorithm in general

along the way, tommy’s personality grew on you

tommy was undoubtedly a very loud and energetic person but you became fond of his ambitions

you understood why he was popular at such a young age; he was a natural entertainer

your spite towards the boy turned into a hope

a hope to be at par with him someday and even be mutuals

and it was like your dreams were suddenly manifested into existence

you gained a large following in the early months of lockdown and even was recognized to be apart of minecraft championships

it felt like yesterday that you were just watching your favorite youtubers livestream the same competition

and now you were situation in a team to play yourself for the first time instead of being a viewer for once

not to mention, with tommyinnit as a teammate

how did you manage to get so lucky?

under the excitement, you felt beyond never nervous waiting in the empty discord call for your team to join you to practice the mini-games

in the middle of gathering your thoughts together, you heard a sound from discord signaling someone joined the call

“uh, hello?”

you heard the familiar british accent you spent hours listening to from countless streams and videos

“h-hi! i’m y/n, how are you?”

you hoped tommy couldn’t hear the strain in your voice due to fighting your nerves, but you quietly celebrated that you didn’t freeze up altogether

“oh i’m good, thank you. and i’m tommy by the way, this is the first time we’re speaking, yeah?”

“yep! it’s nice to meet you”

“yeah, i’ve seen your name around the timeline a few times, you seem cool”

oh my god what?

“thanks! um i actually really enjoy your content not gonna lie”

“oh wow, good shit!”

and the conversation smoothly went on, bouncing back and forth between you two before your other two teammates joined the call

once everyone was situated, you decided to start streaming since it was your first mcc and you wanted a vod of you practicing to look at later on as a memory

your chat immediately noticed how much you were enjoying yourself, especially after all the short stories of talking about who inspired you in the past

the smile plastered on your face never left

after stream and your other teammates went offline, it was you and tommy left in the call once together again

“it was nice talking to you tommy! and the practice was really fun, i cant wait for the actual competition!”

“yeah definitely, we’ll for sure place high”

“hopefully. it’s my first time and i hope i don’t cost us the dub”

“nah, you think so? i mean rt and plumbella are also our team mates so you know, it’s all for fun in the end”

you knew tommy was implying the teamwork wasn’t going to be the best compared to the other teams but at least in the end you’ve both made a new friend

“yeah you’re right!”

“anyway it’s getting late imma hop off”

“okay tommy, talk to you soon?”

“yep!”

“alright byee”

“bye!”

the moment he left the call, you felt a sense of relief before a small wave of sadness took over

you wanted to continue talking to tommy but you knew you had other responsibilities to tend to

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking of the call and mcc practice

the funny jokes, singing random songs, screaming for no reason, everything

it even kept you awake until the early morning

you buried your head in a pillow and screamed into it after realization hit

y/n no

no no no no no no no

you tried to recall anything that remotely related your other teammates which you remembered that didn’t include tommy

even if it was a few hours ago, you couldn’t pin point something specific

no

i must just be forgetful, right?

what the hell did rt and plumbella even say that whole call?

you vividly remembered everything with tommy and it was clear to you why

surely not

with putting a hand on your chest above your heart, you confirmed that you couldn’t lie to yourself based on the rapid speed

you liked tommy for a good while but it hadn’t clicked to you until now

eventually you fell asleep due to exhaustion but that’s to say you didn’t do so without imagining spending more time with tommy

ever since that day, time went by in a flash

your team didn’t do the best in mcc but it had been a while since then to have that as a concern

sadly you and tommy didn’t talk as often as you hoped but that didn’t make you have less feelings for him

on some days you felt bad since you thought you didn’t know enough about him to even be allowed to crush on him

it was a bit unprofessional but you were nearly 16, it’s normal to have these little crushes right?

eventually time came to rescue when tommy asked you if you wanted to accompany him in the dream smp

undoubtedly, you said yes

and for the few months during summer, it was where you two became even closer than before

however, once both of you two had to go back and attend school, it was harder to catch up with each other

even on calls together off stream, the occasional snapchat notification going off irked you in a way you couldn’t explain

only winter break was the small pause on your disappointment

but even then, it was a slow but steady hill of repressed sadness and frustration until early spring of the following year

you had hoped 2021 would be better than last year but after scrolling through twitter one day and seeing stans making rumors about how tommy had a crush on one of his classmates gave you the same pain you felt when school started last fall

you dreaded to look over at tommy’s most recent story time stream vod where all the gossip arose from; it was him stumbling over his words with the mention of a girl during a certain part

jealousy wasn’t the right word to describe the way you felt

you would never go out of your way to make tommy reciprocate the feelings you had for him

and if he liked someone else the way you saw him, you wouldn’t mind

having a crush is ecstatic, and if he has someone like that too, you should be happy

right?

you tried

what finally broke you was seeing a tiktok a few weeks later of tommy in college with eryn and another girl talking

you didn’t know how she looked like or anything but you wanted to sob

good for him

she didn’t even say much in the video and you dont know enough about tommy’s personal life to jump to conclusions like this

you knew you were acting irrational and you couldn’t be upset at tommy for something he couldn’t control

if anything, you never directly showed interest in him

you didn’t want to in the first place

it was a bad idea from the start

you looked back at the past year and all your intentions

what kind of sick fanfiction did you think you were living?

becoming a content creator, hoping to blow up, just to talk to a big youtuber you had a crush on?

oh my god

y/n what is wrong with you?

listen to yourself, y/n

you need to get some help

whether tommy was dating or even just had interest someone was none of your business

you had to move on no matter what it was and be good and supportive friend

it was dreadful to get over a stupid crush like this but after so much work you put in, you gave some sympathy for yourself

in a friend perspective, you were happy with whatever tommy did and was satisfied your friendship together, but you hadn’t realized how much you gambled from the beginning

and just for a crush?

you couldn’t comprehend how far you gone because you fancied someone

it wasn’t like anyone could get famous and become a popular content creator either

and now with you being on the dream smp along with a successful youtube channel at 16? you were grateful something pushed you enough to work this hard

but you’d never forget the fact everything that lead up to this point was a crush on no other than tommyinnit which first spurred from complete spite

“who’s the one better off now?” your thoughts mocked you from the complete irony

sigh

y/n, you maniac